Month: February 2015

The Office New Girl

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.

Excerpt:

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.

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The Doctor’s Pill

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

Eric Samuels is trying to score some anti-anxiety drugs from a new doctor, and when he learns this new doctor is a woman he’s sure he’ll soon have her pretty eyes watering with sympathy and writing him any prescription he wants. But when the attractive Dr. Bell catches him ogling her ass, she starts to get wise to the situation and decides to teach him a lesson.

She tells him she wants to help and the pill she gives him probably will make him feel good, at least eventually, but first he’ll have to come to terms with the transformation that Dr. Janice Bell’s gender reassignment drug puts him through as Eric becomes Erica. Only then can the fun start, as the busty, over-sexed new bimbo learns to give in to her overpowering urges.

Not to worry, Dr. Bell will ensure that Erica soon finds herself in the path of a group of doctors only too happy to team up and stuff the horny, submissive patient who seems to have popped up from nowhere.

Excerpt:

“That’s alright, Erica. I can imagine. And how about everything else?”

“I’m Eric,” I corrected her lazily.

“Oh, of course,” she said. “I’m sorry. I must have been thinking of someone else. How does everything else feel?”

I wiggled again, relishing the sensation of the cushion against my ass and back. My body felt unusually of slender and delicate, and when I put a hand down and ran it over my side I marveled at how smooth and toned I seemed.

“Erica,” Dr. Bell repeated, “how does everything else feel?”

“Oh, sorry, Dr. Bell. I feel sort of strange, as a matter of fact. Do I look normal to you?”

I looked over, pushing a lock of blonde hair out of my face, and saw her looking me over. “Well, Erica, I guess that depends. What cup size do you think you normally are?”

I squinted up in slurred confusion at the question. “I don’t think I have a cup size, Dr. Bell,” I objected. “Did you mean to ask me how big my penis is?”

She walked over and lifted up the medical gown unabashedly. Another rush of cold air flowed over my naked groin and I realized just how strange everything felt.

“I don’t think you have one of those, Erica,” Dr. Bell informed me. “I think I really did mean your cup size. You look like at least a C to me.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Side Effects with full consent of the original author.

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