Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, female domination, feminization gender swap, group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Max Losman’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things than a job as a personal assistant, and he’s not shy about telling his female coworkers he thinks he’s unfairly stuck in “a woman’s job.” It doesn’t help that all his female coworkers are infatuated by his handsome boss, Richard Borough, already one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, and Max often lets his jealousy get to him.
When he takes his whining and crass flirtation a step too far with a coworker from the office a floor down, she decides it’s time he learned a thing or two about perspective. When he leaves his new weightlifting supplement out on his desk, she finds herself with the perfect opportunity to make a little switch with some hormone pills of her own. It isn’t long before Max finds himself in a new body: female, sexy, and sex-crazed. With no choice but to show up for work in her new state, the office new girl is soon helplessly flaunting her new assets through the office in ways that Mr. Borough 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 unfamiliar but compulsively slutty newcomer is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.
I turned back and studied myself from the front.
A healthy blush was spreading across my cheeks. I got a little embarrassed just looking at myself; everything about me just seemed to scream ‘sex.’ My lips were full and red. My lashes were long and thick. Even my hair, just toweled off and still slightly damp, was lustrous and healthy as it cascaded to my shoulders. The scent of the body wash continued to permeate the air I breathed, and with each inhale it brought back all the associations and sensations of that first moment in the afterglow of release. I realized it had been left behind by an ex-girlfriend almost a year ago, and I had never thrown it out.
With a mix of frustration and eagerness, I realized I was already once again almost too horny to concentrate.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo at Work with full consent of the original author.