“I’m telling you, Ms. Dorian!  This could be big!  Really big!” Gary exclaimed.

Marybeth was skeptical.  Gary always oversold things.

“How big?” She asked.

“Big!  Like, huge! ” Gary said. “Unimaginably large!  We’re talking the CEO of Business Technology Innovations!  He doesn’t meet with anybody!  Most people don’t even know his name!  And he wants to set up a meeting with YOU Ms. Dorian!”

“Well, I suppose I could do some research and set up a meeting next week,” she conceded.

“It has to be tonight, Ms. Dorian!” Gary insisted.  “Mr. Fink is leaving tomorrow to oversee the launch of their new South African franchise!  He won’t be back for weeks!”

“This all seems really rushed,” Marybeth complained.  “I mean, I…I do WANT to meet with him.  If only because you want me to.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear you say that, Marybeth,” he said. “Tell me more about how you want to do things for me.”

Something was odd about that, but it was hard to focus on what when she was so thrilled she had made Gary happy!“

"I…I mean, I guess wanting to do what my employees want is just part of being a good boss,” she tried to reason. “Especially you, Gary! I want to make you happy!”

“Then you should finish your smart water, Marybeth,” Gary reminded.

“Oh! Right!” She said. “Did I remember to thank you for this?”

She gulped down what was left to show she appreciated it.

“Just knowing you drank it is all the thanks I need, Marybeth!” He said.

He was such a great employee!  More than that, really.  A friend, the way he took an interest in both her personal health and the health of her company.

“I really like you, Gary!” She declared, then giggled.  She didn’t usually giggle.  She didn’t know why.  It was fun! She did it again.

“I really like you too, Marybeth!” He said, making her giggle even more.  “And I just know you’re going to like Mr. Fink and everyone at BTI! Trust me!”

“I do trust you, Gary!” She pledged.  “I trust you so much!”

“Okay, then!” Gary said.  “Let’s go meet Mr. Fink!  I should probably drive.”

“Yeah!” Marybeth agreed, and giggled.  She was definitely too dizzy to drive.  But Gary would get her where she needed to go.  Good ol’ Gary.

Gary was waiting for her when she was done getting fixed at BTI.  Of course he was.  Good old Gary!

“Marybeth, is that you?” He asked.

“It’s me!” She confirmed.“I’m big, now!  Like, huge! Unimaginably large! Just like you promised!”

She giggled in delight.

“Did you know Mr. Fink is CEO of Business Technology Innovations AND BimboTech Incorporated?” She asked.

“I did, actually!” He said.  “Pretty impressive, isn’t it?”

“It’s huge!” She agreed.  “Like me! And now our company is part of the BTI family!”

“That’s awesome, Marybeth!” Gary exclaimed.  “This is really big!”

“I know!” She exclaimed.  “We should celebrate!  Wanna cum on my titties?”

“That would be epic, Marybeth!” He said.

Good old Gary!

Apparently this is going to be a thing I do. If you like them and have suggestions, either in the form of a picture or a name or a plot, I’d love to hear it. No promises that I’ll use it, but if the name isn’t too hard to rhyme it’s got a better chance. :-)

Keeping It Interesting

Mrs. Kennedy hired me to pursue her divorce against her husband.  I’m on retainer for a large company, but as a perk they do let me hang my shingle and take on occasional clients, just to keep things interesting.  And Mrs. Kennedy certainly keeps things interesting.

With my help, she took her husband for the house and half their saving and investments to make certain she could maintain the lifestyle she had become accustomed to.

Of course, to keep things interesting, I’d been slowly getting Mrs. Kennedy accustomed to a different sort of lifestyle.  Each meeting in my office was an excuse to dose her with one of my primary employer’s delightful products.  I uploaded each document she had to review for the divorce to a tablet loaded with their latest subliminal programs.  I had my secretary offer treats laced wit Sodium Ditzolin at every opportunity and she was soon hooked on the stuff. It was actually her that first proposed we go out for drinks that first night.  And when she drunkenly blew me with my cock lubed up with the Sodium Ditzolin-infused lubricant, she was soon addicted to that too.

The day before the divorce settlement was finalized, I suggested she spend the day at the Pampered Princess Day Spa to relax.  She was taking just about all my suggestions at that point.  So when she walked into the courthouse, it was with her BimboTech body and a dress that would be illegal in some states.

We got everything we asked for.  The hearing went on for a while, but mostly because everyone kept getting distracted by Mrs. Kennedy’s tits.  The settlement was a foregone conclusion, given that my employers had arranged for Mrs. Kennedy to arrive in the judge’s chambers an hour early.  They had done work on the man’s wife a year before, but who doesn’t enjoy some variety?

And so that’s how I wound up with my vacation home.  Well, technically, it belongs to Mrs. Kennedy but she’s always delighted to have me stay as long as I want.  I asked my employers to let her keep her wits, but make her utterly devoted to me and incredibly cock-hungry.  It requires more headwork than a straight-up bimbofication, but my employers really value the services I provide.  I have access to plenty of bimbos and often party with them at Mrs. Kennedy’s place, getting her so wasted she might as well be a bimbo.

But when I’m not taking advantage of her more obvious uses, I need her to have her wits about her.   When word got out about the huge settlement I got her, all of her wealthy friends wanted to ask her about it.  I get a referral from Mrs. Kennedy about every other week.

And it does keep things interesting.

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Ok, Sarah. You took your clothes off like I asked, so if you still want me to turn the Bimbotron off, I will.

“Uh…the what now?”

The Bimbotron. You told me it was making your head feel funny and asked me to turn it off. I told you I would if you would take your clothes off. Do you remember that?

“Kind of…*giggle*”

Well, do you still want me to turn it off? I will now, if you want me to. Or would you rather leave it on while we fuck? You might like how it feels to have it on while we fuck.

“We’re going to fuck? *giggle* That’s good. I’m horny.”

Well, I’m horny too, Sarah! So why don’t we fuck now and then we can decide what to do about the Bimbotron afterwards.

“The what now?”

Do, Rei, Mi

Doe, Rei and Mi were once a famous chamber music trio who toured throughout Asia and Europe, the Aurora Trio.  Those weren’t their names at the time, of course, and they looked quite a bit older and with decidedly more clothes and less tits. But one night they gave a concert to a small gathering of elites and it was at that moment that our client’s obsession began.

There were all sorts of arrangements that had to be made behind the scenes.  Palms to be greased.  Wives of minor government officials were bimbofied in exchange of looking the other way.  Business women were turned into ditzy secretaries in order for more cooperative males to take their place.  Luckily our client could afford all of this and soon the trio was contracted for a year-long experimental music project.  Audiences are fickle and our research told us if we could keep them off the touring circuit for a year, there would be enough new musicians on the scene for memory of the Aurora Trio to fade.

Once we had the ladies in a BimboTech facility, the work began.  The initial headwork was easy.  The three were expecting experimental music, after all, and were quite willing to put on the headphones and concentrate. By the middle of the day when we told them the project would involve several costume changes, they were glad to disrobe and when we told them there had been a delay in delivery of the costumes they were glad to stay naked and go back to work listening to the headphones, their instruments untouched.

By the third day they were quite happy to have their bodies modified and we didn’t even have to drug them to get them in the tanks.  They were convinced that being prettier was the best thing for their career.  Once they had BimboTech bodies, with their heightened sensitivity and urges, they were quite happy to move into a suite with a king sized bed for the three of them to share.   They didn’t get much sleep at night after that, though of course they were zoned out wearing headphones for most of the day so it all balanced out.

But of course, this was typical of many, many projects here at BimboTech and I wouldn’t even be telling you about them if it wasn’t for the special order. That took some serious new engineering.  Mr. Lorenz and Mr. Corbin were consulted from the main office and neither of them could come up with a solution.  In the end, it was one of our low-level technicians that came up with the innovation.

We equipped the girls with bluetooth.  It’s wired right into their wetware and powered by their metabolism.  Whenever they’re in the same room together, they link up.  We even developed an app for the client so he can monitor signal strength.

And when Doe, Rei and Mi are all linked up, their libidos sync up.  Touching just one will arouse the other two.  And when the three are touching each other, the positive feedback builds and builds to a crescendo.  Even this could be simulated just by mental conditioning, but the true genius, the reason our client was willing to pay the GDP of a small country, comes when the girls climax: They always do it at precisely the same time and always scream out in perfect harmony.

God I love my work!

Brian would be so proud of her! She had done just like he instructed! She had spiked her roommates wine and while they were stoned out of their minds she had stripped them and injected their titties with the tiny little robots from BimboTech!

After that, she had put earbuds in their ears and let them listen to the music so they could learn to be good girls like she was! She even listened a while herself, since she had some stupid bad thoughts about not injecting her roommates’ titties with little robots when they were unconscious. So stupid to think it a was wrong! If Brian said it, she should do it!

Now that her roommates were awake again it was clear that she had made the right decision. They were so happy that their titties were growing and that Brian would be coming to visit! She taught them how to encourage the tiny BimboTech robots to work faster by shaking their titties. They would be even bigger than Brian expected by the time he got there!

Bran was the best boyfriend ever so she needed to work hard to be the best girlfriend ever! Her bimbo roommates would help with that!