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Transforming the Intern



Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, fertile young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Fresh out of college, Kelly Munson has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she’s just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. James Vellano. Little does she realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he’s prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he’ll be willing to share.

Excerpt:

I lived in a rhythmic haze, sometimes completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn’t about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a little sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Vellano and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn’t immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn’t have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Vellano were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Vellano in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn’t want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn’t care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

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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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Lawyer to Bimbo: A Three Part Bimbo Transformation Series

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, alpha male biker outlaws, a medical exam, a billionaire older man and young fertile woman, body transformation, multiple partners and gangbangs, anal sex and double penetration, 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. He offers her a pill he says 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 …

But unable to remember how she ended up sprawled across a conference table or why she feels so fantastic, Veronica goes on believing her pills will help her focus on the professional challenges ahead.

When the pills inevitably backfire and the sharp young attorney finds herself rapidly transforming into a voluptuous and helplessly horny bimbo, hot chaos is sure to ensue in all the most inappropriate settings: in court, and even at her own disciplinary hearing, where her strange behavior earns her a medical exam that brings everything into the open.

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“But how would she get pills like that?” the man on the left asked, looking at me with increased interest.

“How did you get these pills, Veronica?” the doctor asked, turning back to me.

I perked up to have him paying attention to me again. “I’m not really sure, doctor, but it’s alright, isn’t it? I don’t really remember how it all started. I just want you to be happy with me. Wouldn’t you like to examine me some more? I promise I’ll be a good patient.”

He put his pen to his pursed lips. “This is a rare opportunity. The change is supposedly quite remarkable. I hope you gentlemen don’t mind if I do make some notes of this.”

“By all means.”

He reached out his hand and put a finger beneath my chin, raising my face to look at me. I allowed him to guide my head, looking back at him with wide, expectant, eager eyes. “You’ll note how submissive she’s become,” he said. “You’re quite eager to please us, aren’t you Veronica?”

“Oh yes, sir,” I agreed, trying to nod but stopping when I felt his finger still holding my head in place.

“You want to be a good little slut, don’t you?”

I shivered excitedly at the word and I felt myself getting very wet. “Yes, sir, very much, sir.”

“You see how positively she responds to sexually demeaning language,” he said, smiling at me. “The change in attitude is remarkable, but it’s the physical changes I’ve heard about that stump me. I really don’t understand how they can be possible. Would you like to let me feel your ass, Veronica?”

I slipped down off the desk on long, tingling legs and turned to present my ass to him. My heart fluttered again in hopes of another compliment.

His hand cupped my ass cheek, stroking at the folds of my skirt. I whimpered softly in pleasure.

“Exquisite,” he confirmed. “Plump, but firm and tight. And you can see how excited she is.”

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Bimbo Lawyer Gets Examined

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.

An impromptu display in Judge Harding’s courtroom seems to have landed Veronica Tulane on the bar association’s naughty list, and it only gets worse when a search of her possessions reveal a bag of suspicious white pills which she can neither deny nor explain.

The three man committee wants to know what’s going on and they’re determined to penetrate right to the core of the mystery. When Veronica volunteers to take a pill to show how harmless they are, she soon finds herself showing she has nothing to hide in a much more literal sense.

Before the meeting adjourns, the fertile, over-sexed young bimbo will have the men fill the holes in her case and ensured her examiners leave satisfied with her explanation.

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“But how would she get pills like that?” the man on the left asked, looking at me with increased interest.

“How did you get these pills, Veronica?” the doctor asked, turning back to me.

I perked up to have him paying attention to me again. “I’m not really sure, doctor, but it’s alright, isn’t it? I don’t really remember how it all started. I just want you to be happy with me. Wouldn’t you like to examine me some more? I promise I’ll be a good patient.”

He put his pen to his pursed lips. “This is a rare opportunity. The change is supposedly quite remarkable. I hope you gentlemen don’t mind if I do make some notes of this.”

“By all means.”

He reached out his hand and put a finger beneath my chin, raising my face to look at me. I allowed him to guide my head, looking back at him with wide, expectant, eager eyes. “You’ll note how submissive she’s become,” he said. “You’re quite eager to please us, aren’t you Veronica?”

“Oh yes, sir,” I agreed, trying to nod but stopping when I felt his finger still holding my head in place.

“You want to be a good little slut, don’t you?”

I shivered excitedly at the word and I felt myself getting very wet. “Yes, sir, very much, sir.”

“You see how positively she responds to sexually demeaning language,” he said, smiling at me. “The change in attitude is remarkable, but it’s the physical changes I’ve heard about that stump me. I really don’t understand how they can be possible. Would you like to let me feel your ass, Veronica?”

I slipped down off the desk on long, tingling legs and turned to present my ass to him. My heart fluttered again in hopes of another compliment.

His hand cupped my ass cheek, stroking at the folds of my skirt. I whimpered softly in pleasure.

“Exquisite,” he confirmed. “Plump, but firm and tight. And you can see how excited she is.”

Bimbo Lawyer Gets Examined is the third installment in the Bimbo Lawyer series. It can be read in sequence or as a standalone story.

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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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Bimbo Side Effects: Losing Control in the Doctor’s Office

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, medical examinations, public group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, Vanessa Worthing is being stretched to the limit. What she really needs is something to help her let go and unwind, and her doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of latent sexual tension, though Vanessa is quick to deny to her handsome young doctor that this could be a concern for her.

But when he issues her the drug and keeps her in his exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.

Excerpt:

His voice stopped me, understanding but firm. “Try to focus, Vanessa. I understand the drug can be a little disorienting, but try to remember why we’re here. You came in because you were having trouble with -”

“Oh, I remember now, Dr. Stevens. I’m sorry. Yes, I really am feeling a lot better. In fact, it’s hard to even remember what had me so worked up in the first place.”

“That’s good,” he said, scribbling something. “That’s very good. And what about the other issues we talked about?”

“Oh,” I said, having forgotten for a moment the source of my previous anxiety. “I – uh, I’m sure there isn’t anything to worry about.”

“Well lie back,” he said. “I need to take your blood pressure.”

Compliantly, I flopped back onto the exam table. My legs splayed open lazily and for a moment I worried that my gown had hiked up to show more than I meant to. But it felt so good just to lie there that I really couldn’t find it in myself to check.

Dr. Stevens came over next to me. I saw his gaze flick over my body and caught a momentary gleam of desire in those dark, alluring eyes.

“Is my p**** showing, Dr. Stevens?” I asked lazily.

“It is, as a matter of fact,” he said, putting a hand to my forehead and writing something down. “You know we don’t require patients to remove their underwear when we have them change, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Stevens. I don’t mean to be improper. It’s just that I wasn’t wearing any panties today. Isn’t that silly? I completely forgot to wear panties.”

“That’s quite alright,” he said, removing his hand from my forehead.

I closed my eyes again. The drug’s effects were getting stronger, and there was definitely something sexual about the way I was feeling. I liked talking about my p**** with him. I liked him looking at it.

“Why don’t I give you a quick once-over?” he suggested. “While we’ve got you down here anyways.”

“Of course, doctor,” I agreed, spreading my legs wider for him.

He put his hand on the side of my throat, feeling at my pulse. His fingers were gentle and strong and my skin felt hot and very sensitive to his touch. Everything felt good, but especially him. “Body temperature seems stable, and pulse normal,” he said, scribbling.

“You know I really like when you touch me, Dr. Stevens. You should do it more.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he said distractedly as he continued the exam. His hands made deft, knowing little movements down my body. Each one sent a shiver of pleasure up through me.

He prodded several times at my upper stomach and then moved lower. It wasn’t until I felt his fingers on my bare skin that I realized how much of myself I was showing. He hadn’t just caught a glimpse; the entire lower half of my body below my navel was bared and in view. I wriggled in a naughty sort of glee.

“Try to hold still, Vanessa,” he chided.

“Sorry, Dr. Stevens,” I apologized.

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The Public Sex Dare

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, public sex and humiliation, hazing, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Emily Marion has had a tough week rushing Kappa Kappa Delta: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but she’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until she hears what her final assignment is going to be. Apparently she’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return her final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be with two fraternity brothers she’s never met, and in public? And do the sisters have to give her a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac to be sure she’ll go through with it? It all sounds a bit excessive, but deep down she probably can’t deny she finds the prospect a little thrilling, too.

Excerpt:

“This doesn’t sound like something I should be doing,” I went on when she was slow to answer. I tried to come up with a more specific objection, but I was having a lot of trouble thinking of one. This was actually all starting to sound like a pretty good idea.

“Kelly, I don’t think we gave her enough,” Sarah said dubiously.

“We gave her more than enough. Just give her another minute.”

They fell silent, watching me. The dizziness and lightheadedness started to go away, but the warmth and hyper-sensitivity continued to increase. With each passing moment my weak objections seemed to fall further into the past. Men were coming. That’s what seemed important now. They were bringing men here and I was going to do something.

I looked down and saw my hand rubbing compulsively over the front of my skirt, trying to inch between my legs. I pulled it away and straightened my clothes.

“When is all this happening?” I asked in as neutral a tone as I could manage.

“They should be getting here soon. How are you feeling?”

I ran a hand through my hair and squeezed my thighs together in passive yearning. “Sort of the way you wanted me to be feeling, I think.” Certain parts of me felt so good that it was becoming just about impossible to keep my hands off myself. “Tell me about the guys coming over.”

I saw Sarah exchange a smug look with the girl in the back. “They pick out the two hottest guys in their rush class. I haven’t met them.”

“Two of them?” I asked.

“When you see them you’ll be sorry there aren’t three.”

The wicked thought sent a sort of physical giggle all the way through my thrumming, needy body. “That sounds really good,” I agreed. “I don’t even know what three would be like.”

I looked around and saw a glass bookshelf against the wall behind me. I approached it curiously and checked my reflection in the glass. My cheeks were flushed and my pupils seemed a bit larger than usual. Otherwise I looked my normal self. I tugged a few unruly strands of hair into place and turned to look at myself in profile. This was a good outfit. They’d like me, or at least I hoped they would. I ran a hand down my ass and then more enthusiastically down my front.

“Soon, you said?” I asked Sarah.

“Yeah, soon.”

I turned back to the room. They were all still watching me. As if I didn’t have enough to think about already, it was as though I could actually feel their eyes on me. It was kind of a hot sensation in its own right. They were all looking at me as my every little sexual sensation bubbled to the surface quite plainly and openly.

Oops, my hand was down my skirt. I paused in the act of removing it, relishing the attention still more and noting with some surprise that there was something to be said for the situation. I could do anything I wanted and it would all seem perfectly natural and acceptable. Well, at least a lot more acceptable than I had ever conceived it could be to stand in a room full of mostly strangers rubbing intimately at myself.

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