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Bimbo Lawyer in the Courtroom

Before she knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no…

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, aggressive alpha males, body transformation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

It’s been weeks since Veronica remembers waking up sore and satisfied sprawled across the table of conference room four. She can’t remember exactly how she ended up in that state, but Jackie’s cruel prank lingers on, lurking unsuspected in her purse under a scrawled label reading “Focus Pills.” With an important court date approaching and eager to please a new and powerful client, it seems only a matter of time before she’ll be once again desperate enough to try a pill she doesn’t remember buying at the drugstore.

When the pills inevitably backfire and the sharp young attorney finds herself rapidly transforming into a voluptuous and helplessly horny bimbo, she’ll have to try to make it through the trial without making too much of a spectacle of herself. Her act is far from perfect, but it isn’t until her display calls for an emergency recess that the fertile young woman realizes just how far things might go.

Before she knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the ultracompetitive alpha males facing her down in the court of law, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

When it was over, I sank down to a crouch with my back still pressed to the wall. My chest was heaving and my skin was hot and slick. My panties were soaked, and there were beads of white liquid poised on each hyper-sensitive nipple. I looked down at everything in slight confusion, too satisfied by the intense orgasm to find any of this upsetting.

I got to my feet slowly and looked in the mirror. A big-breasted girl with flushed face and full, red lips looked back at me. My hair seemed lighter in color and it was fuller and more lustrous. My limbs seemed longer, thinner, and smoother. My ass and breasts accentuated my long, delicate frame in a very pleasing way. I was still me, but … different. Definitely different.

Forgetting the situation entirely, I wriggled in uncomprehending glee at how incredibly sexy I looked. Now I could really do what I came to do, go out there, and find someone to f*** me. Wait, was that right? Was that what I was doing here?

No, I was here for my case. I was here to represent Mr. Oltmann. But no sooner had I remembered him than I felt that deep, hungry ache return. I had to fight to keep my hand away from my p****. The clock on the wall said I needed to get back in the courtroom.

I stuffed the unhelpful bra into my purse and set about buttoning up my blouse. It was much more difficult getting it closed than it had been getting it open, and half-way up the front I gave up. The highest button I had managed to get closed stretched precariously and then popped back open, threatening to spill my tits out entirely. I struggled with it again and got it closed once more. I held my breath, and it seemed to stay. Two unhelpful damp spots appeared over my nipples.

Bimbo Lawyer in the Courtroom is the second installment in the Bimbo Lawyer series. It can be read in sequence or as a standalone story.


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Bimbo Lawyer for the Biker Gang

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, alpha male biker outlaws, body transformation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Veronica Tulane is all business, all the time. That’s how she’s built her law practice into one of the most successful criminal defense firms in the state. But maybe she’s working just a little bit too hard, because now even the outlaw MC president she’s defending against a racketeering charge is starting to notice she looks tired and stressed. When she tells him she doesn’t think she can win his case, he seems to want to help and offers her a pill that will help her catch up on casework. But soon, she finds out that helping her get ahead wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, and the drug he’s given her is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Parts of her body might get bigger, but her brain certainly won’t be one of them.

Before she knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my needy body.

“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I giggled a little nervously.

“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now,” Jackie explained.

“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. “Exactly, sweet thing. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”

“My t**s are bigger, too, aren’t they? I’m sort of having trouble remembering exactly how big they used to be.”

He stood up and walked around the table. In a moment I was standing paralyzed in front of him. He put out two rough-palmed hands and cupped my breasts, hefting and massaging them gently. I let out a low moan as the pleasure of his touch ran through me.

“I’d say so,” he confirmed. “But don’t you worry. That’s what it’s supposed to do. And we know just what to do about that, too.”

My breath was in my throat as I looked into his face. I had never been this close to him before, or any of the criminals I worked with against my better judgment. The faint aroma of liquor, gasoline, and cigarettes spiced his thick masculine scent.


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Turned Bimbo!: Three Erotic Stories of Bimbo Transformation, Menage, and Exhibitionism

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, a billionaire alpha male and his young secretary, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Rachel’s four years in college were supposed to prepare her for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Peter Everette takes all the sting out of being a secretary. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that she can’t help but sometimes think about more than a work relationship.

Trying to look good for her boss, she’s bought herself a beauty supplement that promises more than just good skin. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones kick Rachel’s fantasy of seduction into sudden overdrive.

Before she’s had time to think, she’s flaunting her new attitude and assets through the office in ways that Mr. Everette and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the fertile but inexperienced young woman is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Excerpt:

I shifted over to stand in front of the reflective metallic panel that held the floor number keypad and bent down to make sure I looked alright. It must have been the slightly distorted shape of the panel, but the changes I had observed earlier in the morning seemed, if anything, to have increased.

Also, my nipples were poking out very obviously through the thin cloth of my blouse. Good lord, had I looked like that this whole time? My body clenched in delicious embarrassment as I realized after the fact just why my appearance had made such an impression on my new friend John. I had never been dressed so inappropriately in public in my life, let alone in the middle of the financial sector in the middle of a work day.

I rubbed at the offending nipples. Oh God did that feel good, but it did the exact opposite of the desired effect. Between the tightness of the fabric and the prominence of my nipples I sort of looked like a girl in a wet t-shirt contest. I giggled a little, remembering I had once thought about entering one of those back in college but not being able to muster the courage.

For whatever reason, it didn’t seem to occur to me that looking like that in a nightclub during spring break was a little different from showing up for work as a secretary on the forty-fifth floor. Nothing could lessen my good mood.

I removed the key from my purse that authorized the elevator to go beyond the public floors, and in another thirty seconds I watched the doors open on the familiar lobby that I presided over.

I tiptoed out of the elevator and peeked across at the blind-obscured windows of his office. The light was on. I sighed, accepting my comparative ineptitude with resignation. He could fly to Washington, speak at a conference, fly home, and be back at work before I could snap a bra on and drive seventeen blocks. Actually, I had only managed half of those things. Who knew why he put up with me?


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Bimbo at Work

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, a billionaire alpha male and his young secretary, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Rachel’s four years in college were supposed to prepare her for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Peter Everette takes all the sting out of being a secretary. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that she can’t help but sometimes think about more than a work relationship.

Trying to look good for her boss, she’s bought herself a beauty supplement that promises more than just good skin. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones kick Rachel’s fantasy of seduction into sudden overdrive.

Before she’s had time to think, she’s flaunting her new attitude and assets through the office in ways that Mr. Everette and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the fertile but inexperienced young woman is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Excerpt:

I shifted over to stand in front of the reflective metallic panel that held the floor number keypad and bent down to make sure I looked alright. It must have been the slightly distorted shape of the panel, but the changes I had observed earlier in the morning seemed, if anything, to have increased.

Also, my nipples were poking out very obviously through the thin cloth of my blouse. Good lord, had I looked like that this whole time? My body clenched in delicious embarrassment as I realized after the fact just why my appearance had made such an impression on my new friend John. I had never been dressed so inappropriately in public in my life, let alone in the middle of the financial sector in the middle of a work day.

I rubbed at the offending nipples. Oh God did that feel good, but it did the exact opposite of the desired effect. Between the tightness of the fabric and the prominence of my nipples I sort of looked like a girl in a wet t-shirt contest. I giggled a little, remembering I had once thought about entering one of those back in college but not being able to muster the courage.

For whatever reason, it didn’t seem to occur to me that looking like that in a nightclub during spring break was a little different from showing up for work as a secretary on the forty-fifth floor. Nothing could lessen my good mood.

I removed the key from my purse that authorized the elevator to go beyond the public floors, and in another thirty seconds I watched the doors open on the familiar lobby that I presided over.

I tiptoed out of the elevator and peeked across at the blind-obscured windows of his office. The light was on. I sighed, accepting my comparative ineptitude with resignation. He could fly to Washington, speak at a conference, fly home, and be back at work before I could snap a bra on and drive seventeen blocks. Actually, I had only managed half of those things. Who knew why he put up with me?


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