#revenge bimbofication

God of Chaos: Part 4

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It was time for my daily discord. I was strolling down the street as I found a building that had potential. Saint Brigid’s Secondary School for Girls. On the sign outside the school it read that today was career counseling day for the senior girls. I decided who better to give them input for their futures than a fun upstanding man such as myself. I walked in the school and explained to the head penguin that I was the career advisor here for the presentation. She showed me to a room with about 25 girls, not a lot, but I was a small private institution, so it was to be expected.

“Now girls, this gentleman has come down to talk to you about university opportunities and life advice for your college years. You’re all 18 years old now, and I’m very proud of them women that you’ve become. Please listen to all the advice he has to offer, and ask any questions.” The older nun warmly instructed.

“Well put sister. If you excuse us I’m going to help mold minds so to speak.” I said taking control of the room, and the reality of these girls.

The old nun left and I locked the door. On the chalkboard I wrote ‘college disorientation’, and began my twisted games.

“Okay girls. You’re all 18 years old, and you’re ready to go out and be the best sluts, bimbos, and general pieces of dumb snatch you can. Now who’s got a question?” I asked, weaving a new reality for the girls.

In a flash all them began to become more shapely and buxom, as their catholic uniforms shifted in skimpy parodies of themselves. The girls all writhed in their seats as their libidos soared, and their IQs plummeted. One girl raised her hand, and I gestured for her to ask her question.

“Sir, ummmm when I start letting guys fuck me at college should I use condoms?” She asked very sheepishly.

“Well you’re all good catholic girls, so you know that means no contraception of any kind so you’ll have to let them fuck you raw. You might get pregnant, but the risk makes it more fun.” I answered. The crowd of girls giggled.

Another girl raised her hand her hand, so I called on her

“I really want to find a frat to be like their, little fuckpuppet or whatever. Like what should I do to prepare for that?” She asked, twirling her platinum blonde hair around her finger.

“Well you’re going to need to be good at cleaning, cooking, doing laundry. You’re also going to need excellent blowjob skills. Do you think you’re cut out for that.” I said.

“Fer sure! I’m like super good a giving head!” She proudly proclaimed.

“I think you need to let me be the judge of that why don’t you give me a demonstration of your skill?” I commanded. She sauntered up to the podium. I heard an audible gasp from the girl when she unzipped my pants. She quickly went to work, and she was actually pretty skilled, but then again I made her that way. As she continued the BJ I could see the girls in the audience were getting flustered. Many of them bit their lips, there were a few jealous moans, and even a few of the girls began to finger themselves under their mini-skirts as the display went on.

Another girl stood up to ask a question.

“I was wondering. With these tits should I be a stripper, or like, should I do porn?” The girl asked before squeezing her impressive new rack and sticking her tongue out.

“Good question. You’ll want to start out as a stripper, and get some experience. Then do auditions for porn, or maybe you’ll get lucky and a casting director will see you strip and cast you from that.” I responded.

While this was fun, I had other problems to cause, so I had to wrap it up. I grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair as she was sucking me off and pulled her off. After a second I coated her face and new cleavage in huge load of my jizz. She looked to be in absolute bliss.

“That was good. You’ll make a great house bitch for some very lucky frat boys. Now the rest of you, I’m giving you all assignments to help you practice for college. You all need to edge while watching girl-on-girl porn until you can’t remember higher math, when you feel adequately stupid, I expect you to pick a partner and practice lesbian sex, then with that partner I expect you have a three way with at 5 different men. After that you all need to start filling out applications to Hooters, Foxy’s, and any strip clubs that have notices available.” Said zipping my pants up. The girls began to desperately pair up, as a cacophony of giggles and excited squeals overtook the room.

After corrupting the girls I decided to take my leave. Upon looking skyward I saw a very familiar looking building. Albany and Marks Accountants LTD.. The place where I had toiled away for my bitchy boss, and my cheating ex-girlfriend who after leaving me got promoted to supervisor. I think it was time for the most personal revenge of all. I walked into the lobby and looked around. I saw Beth, our downstairs receptionist filing her nails as she perked up.

“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Albany and Marks.” She said, completely oblivious to who I was.

“Beth don’t you know who I am?” I asked.

“I’m sorry but I don’t. Should I?” She asked frantically thumbing through her appointment book.

“No, but that’s alright. I’m the 12:15 consultation for Ms. Kellham.” I stated. As Beth ran her fingers through the appointment sheet she stopped.

“Ah here you are Mr. Page. I’m so sorry for that mistake.” She responded buzzing the elevator for me.

“That’s alright. A ditzy beauty like you makes innocent mistakes like that all the time I’m sure. Enjoy your magazine.” I said walking to the elevator.

The innocent, mousey college grad was replaced with a stereotypical girly girl who didn’t make for a very good receptionist. Instead of fastidiously checking emails and answering calls, she now had a copy of Cosmo in one hand and some kind of pink Starbucks drink in the other, most likely too dumb to walk and chew gum at the same time. Beth was always nice, but she also seemed lonely. Too concerned with her career to have fun. I owed it to her to make her a hot blonde who the boys would always be interested in. Her thoughts were no longer directed on what calls to make, or what meetings to schedule. Now all she was thinking about was what outfit to wear to the club later, and how many boys she could suck off in exchange for buying her a drink. She was definitely going to be popular.

The elevator dinged and walked out on to floor 13, my old department. It was the same dismal place, only now some other poor bastard sat at my old desk toiling away on some company’s accounts. As I walked around I matched eyes with Erica Kellham, my old boss. She was the Queen bitch around here and she made my life miserable whenever she had the opportunity. Time to return the favor.

“Ms. Kellham, Jim Page. I’m you’re 12:15.” I said extending my hand and smiling.

“How do you do Mr. Page. Let’s adjourn to my office to discuss the handling of your accounts.” She cordially replied.

We went into her large corner office, and she took a seat behind her desk. I had to think about how I was going to do this.

“So Mr. Page why do you want to do business with our firm?” She asked. I went to work.

“Well to be frank I don’t want to do business with you. You’re so dumb that you couldn’t spell cat if I gave the the C and the T. I’d never want someone like that to do my accounting.” I said, drastically reducing Erica’s intellect.

“Hey that’s like, not fair. I’m super good at like, counting and junk.” She replied, now sounding like a ditzy teenager.

“No I don’t think you are. Since you’re a dumb slut I’d say the only job you’d be good for is as the office fuck toy who they offer to big clients and corporate executives, but I need to be sure. Why don’t you show me your rack?” I commanded.

“Oh like, of course. *giggle* if you wanted to see my titties all you had to do is ask.” She complied with a massive grin.

She ripped off her shirt, and showed me her tits. They were fine, but she could use some work.

“Nice. You’ve got some impressive tits, Erica. The black lingerie you chose is also sexy.” I stated. Her business clothes melted away into a black lingerie set, and her chest expanded as tattoos swirled on her skin.

“Like that’s so sweet! How May I service you now, sir?” She purred.

“I want you to suck my cock to get it ready so I can fuck your ass for a while.

“Of course sir! I love it it when I get fucked in the ass!” She giddily exclaimed.

I took my time with Erica. I fucked her ass hard, and wasn’t gentle in the slightest, and I changed her mind around to where that made her like it even more. After I was done with her I used the buzzer to call in my ex-girlfriend Emily. She had to be brought to account as well.

“Erica, I’m going to be interviewing an employee to a demotion just like a gave you. I have to say for a 20 year old you show a lot of aptitude for being an executive fuck toy. Now go sit over there while I finish up.” I responded making my final changes to her.

“Like, sure thing!” She responded. She began changing again. The years began to drop off. Erica’s skin tightened, body weight melted, and breasts began to perk up. Where there was once a 45 year old executive there was now a slutty 20 year old who believed that she was just given a job.

At about this time Emily walked in. She had a sour look on her face, and was wearing a aubergine business suit. She looked confused by Erica’s presence, but before she could say anything I began my changes with her.

“Emily Porter. I’m Mr. Page from the corporate office. It’s been brought to my attention that you’re totally incompetent at your role as supervisor. According to reports you’re dumb as a post, and all you do is sit in your office all day watching porn and getting yourself off with a vibrator.” I said, changing the ruthless social climber into a dumb whore like Erica. I also changed her respectable suit into a ridiculous purple outfit.

“But it’s like not my fault sir! Numbers and counting is hard, and I get so horny all the time!” She tried to justify with an idiotic inflection.

“Well you’re in luck. The office has decided to give you a lateral demotion instead of firing you outright. You’re going to be a junior office fuck toy working under Erica. You’ll need to pass an aptitude test first though. Strip down and bend over the desk.” I commanded.

“Yes sir! Right away sir!” She began to strip down.

I had my fun with Emily. I fucked and came inside her over and over. I made it to where she would have an earthshaking orgasm with each thrust of my cock. After giving her one last time I whispered one last change to her.

“You will be insatiably horny, but no one other than me will be able to make you cum. You’ll be stuck in a constant edge session.”

“Yes sir.” Emily responded, eyes glazing over.

“Now with this demotion you’ll both receive a drastic pay cut. You’ll have to get second jobs to make ends meet, I imagine. Emily, you’ll start an only fans account where you’ll fuck yourself silly with your your extensive collection of Bad Dragon dildos, and Erica you’ll turn tricks on the weekend in the red light district. Sell your ass cheap too, it’s all about quantity not quality for you.” I said.

“Yes sir, Mr. Page!” Erica and Emily gleefully responded in unison.

I got ready to leave the office. I had gotten my revenge. On Erica by reducing her to a life and complete subservience who moonlighted as a cheap hooker, and on Emily but making her into a willing whore, who would never be able to be satisfied unless she fucked me. It was good, but in my way out I saw someone else. Max Heller. He was the closest thing to a friend I had at this office. We would go get a beer sometimes, joke about Erica at the Christmas party. Old Max had the potential to be a great executive, but he never asserted himself. So I decided to change Max, and help him out for being my friend. I gave him ruggedly handsome movie star good looks, crafted a huge bank account (though not as big as mine) for him, and made Max a stud who was always popular with the ladies. Hell, I even made him partner for good measure. He deserved it.

“Mr. Page, I just wanted to thank you for letting Albany, Heller & Marks take care of your accounts for you.” He said shaking my hand with his newly confident grip.

“Max, I look forward to doing business with you. Let’s get a drink sometime.” I said, walking towards the elevator.

“I’d like that Jim. I’ll see you around. I’ve got some work to do with my “personal assistants”, Emily and Erica. Feel free to stop by anytime.” Max responded with a wry smile.