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 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.

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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.

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“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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