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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.

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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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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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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.

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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 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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