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Bimbo Cop in the Jailhouse

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, a highly erotic medical examination, body transformation, multiple partners, group sex, anal sex and double penetration, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

A wiretap has finally managed to implicate crime boss John Cheever, and Officer Katie Topaz is the smug cop who’ll be bringing him into the station under charges of possessing a powerful and highly illegal aphrodisiac. But when a staffing problem leaves the precinct headquarters empty, Katie gets stuck guarding the holding cells until the bail hearings in the morning.

It’s been a long shift, and she can’t pretend she’s not a little curious what’s so special about these little pills that the notorious man was willing to risk jailtime to have them in his penthouse. It won’t hurt to just look at them a little, will it? But when curiosity trumps her better judgement, she quickly finds out she’s in for a lot more than she bargained for, and all sorts of very bad ideas start to sound sort of like good ones.

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 crime boss and his cell mates, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

Now she was in his grasp, controlled by him utterly. His fingers knew her body so impossibly, impossibly well. Every touch and stroke and caress seemed the single most important thing that had ever happened to her. She pressed against the bars, trying to will herself through them and into the arms of this man she so desperately wanted to give herself to.

There wasn’t room for any other thought but that simple, driving desire. It felt like she was the one in jail, held back by these awful metal bars from the only place in the world she wanted to be. But something, some distant residual memory, held her back.

“I can’t,” she repeated, though by now the only thing she could remember about what she couldn’t do was that she wanted to do it anyways. “I shouldn’t.”

His fingers ran down her smooth, trembling stomach and paused tantalizingly. “We all do things we shouldn’t do,” he murmured. “Isn’t that where all the fun is?”

“Couldn’t I just –”

But her voice cut off in a sharp, shrill gasp as his fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. Her juices had soaked them what felt like hours ago and they clung wetly to her as his fingers probed down into her last remaining strip of clothing. She was pressing herself against the metal bars so forcefully that she registered dull pain somewhere far off where it didn’t matter. The only sensation that mattered was right there, right where his fingers were moving over her.

He traced a delicate touch over her folds and she let out a long, urgent moan. Her eyes were screwed shut. Nothing existed but the feeling he was giving her.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please.”

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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 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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