“Are you Emily Slinsky? I’m James McArthur and I believe we were supposed to have a meeting. Very sorry if I caught you at an inopportune time.” he said, a nervous question in his voice. He seemed less than comfortable with her scant clothing. Emily nodded happily and plopped down on the couch, making the cat yelp and trundle off somewhere to be a different kind of nuisance. She patted the cushion next to her and the man took a seat, clutching his case. He was a slightly geeky kind of hot, but still hot.
Emily inhaled deeply, catching his musky scent in her nostrils, and she could feel herself getting wet immediately. At any other time she would have blushed like a schoolgirl, but not now. This new, better Emily was not bothered by conventional wisdom and morality, instead she went with her gut and what her gut was telling her now was that she would very much like to have a cock inside of her.
“Well, okay,” he said, trying to avoid the girl’s lustful gaze. She was biting her lower lip in excitement as she stared at him as if he was the last man on earth and apparently that didn’t make a man feel particularly at ease. “I’d like to discuss our shared client, Wholesome Apples Inc, with you, if you don’t mind. It seems that the-“ but he never got to the end of his sentence, as Emily had flung herself at him and kissed him deeply.
The man floundered for a moment, not knowing what to do with his hands, and by the time he regained some control over his extremities he found the blue-eyed, grinning blonde sitting squarely in his lap. She grazed over her lower lip with pearly white teeth, her eyes wide as she let her finger slip down his chin, admiring the man that had so suddenly arrived in her little apartment. Emily cocked her head to the side and nuzzled closer to him, letting her thighs latch around his hips tightly. The man was breathing heavily and she couldn’t help but giggle a little as she felt the beginnings of an erection forming in his pants, whether he liked it or not.
“Mister McArthur, would you like to fuck?” she asked, her voice bright and clear as a bell. The man just stared at her, mouth slightly agape. It seemed that the fine accountant had lost his capability to speak, but the throbbing member under Emily told her all she needed to know. A small voice in the back of her head questioned her sanity and urged her to stop, but there was no denying what she wanted. Emily desired to be speared by a big fat cock and she wasn’t going to stop before one pounded into her. Whatever the little witch had done to her, it had the makings of a very fun afternoon.
Her new body still distracted the girl with its enticing curves and tightness and she took the towel off, tossing it over her shoulder on the coffee table. The bimbo accountant kneaded her tits, pinching her nipples with her long bright pink nails, keeping her eyes on James. He was yet to regain his voicebox and Emily was beginning to worry that she may have caused the man to have a stroke or something. Then again, as long as his cock was working, she wouldn’t care too much.
“What’s the matter, Mister McArthur? Don’t you like my breasts?” she asked, her voice betraying the tiniest bit of sadness.
Finally, the man came out of his stupor and he shook his head quickly, mesmerized by the willing, lusty treat of a woman that had suddenly offered herself to him. His cheeks were burning red with surprise and his cock was rock hard by now, pressing into Emily’s thigh. She bit her lip again and looked down, allowing her hands to start unbuckling the belt on his boring slacks.
“I think you have very nice, uh, breasts, Miss Slinsky,” he stammered, unsure of what to do with himself. Emily had conquered his pants by then and her hand slinked underneath the fabric, grasping his hard rod in her delicate hands.
“Well, it’s very rude not to touch them then, Mister McArthur. It would be in the best interest of all of us if you would just fuck me now, please. Pretty please. I’ve been a bad accountant and I really need some cock in me,” she whispered, leaning close to the man and pushing her breasts almost in his face. The man’s breathing had hastened and the bimbo could see a sheen of perspiration on his forehead. He took off his glasses and with a sigh of relief, buried his head in her ample bosom.
Emily giggled happily and wiggled her shoulders a bit, making her tits bounce against his face. She stroked his cock with nimble hands, the rod growing to an impressive size under her caring touch. Who knew an accountant could be packing that much heat in his pants? The voice that yelled at Emily to be sensible was starting to get muffled and drowned out by the millions of other voices that wanted to be thoroughly skewered and fucked senseless. A sense of urgency came over the girl and she pushed down his pants enough to fully reveal the thick cock.
Both of them groaned a little, the man at the sight of her excitement and the bimbo at the presence of hard, throbbing, delicious dick. She pushed her thong aside, revealing a fully shaved bush (which had not been the case when she left the house in the morning) and without further ado, rose above James’s hips and sunk down. Emily screamed out as the man grabbed her by her hips and forced her down with one smooth motion, finally getting on the same page as she was. Her tight, yearning pussy opened slowly to his massive cock and the little bimbo was having a hard time fitting him all, despite how wet she was.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” James whispered, the girl answering with another giggle. She couldn’t have imagined herself doing anything like that in her wildest dreams, but whatever it was that had changed her body had changed her mind as well and now she was completely sure that there was nothing she wanted more than to be fucked, humiliated and used. The girl whimpered a bit as she tried to fit it more to no avail.
After a few failed tries, James had reached his patients and grabbed her securely by her waist before he thrust up, plowing into her. Emily could feel something pop inside of her and then the cock sunk in deeper, giving her the satisfaction she needed. They looked at each other with mild surprise. If she didn’t know any better, then going by the tinge of pain she was feeling she could have sworn that she had just gotten her virginity plucked from her, for the second time in her life.
As much as she was a wallflower, even Emily had managed to snag some dick a few times in her life. The question thankfully didn’t linger too long in her mind and the girl happily got back to the task at hand. She reached back and fondled his heavy balls with one hand, her long fingers wrapping around the sac and toying with it. James groaned and it was music to her ears. He leant forward and sucked one of her nipples in his mouth and that small act felt like the best thing she had experienced in just about forever.
Her breasts were heavy and perfectly round, James’s lips and tongue happily showing them the attention she was begging for.
“Yessss, thank you, mister McArthur. Thank you for fucking me,” Emily whimpered, her voice at the same time alien to her and more her own than ever before. All her hidden, repressed desires were allowed to float to the top now and there were no inhibitions any longer. Her little world was filled with the desire to be taken and used and it seemed there could be nothing better in the world to be treated as just a bimbo cumslut.
The man could barely nod in response. He tore off his shirt and lifted her off his lap, to the tune of heavy protests from the girl.
“Shut up, whore,” the mild-mannered accountant suddenly hissed, which Emily did with a happy grin on her lips.
“Yes, Sir.” He flipped her around on the couch, dragging her thong down and slapping her ass, which she thrust towards him as she grabbed the backrest of the couch. James stepped out of his shoes and pants, his tight muscles rippling under the scant light from the window, the day slowly trickling towards its finish. He spread her legs roughly and Emily couldn’t be happier for it.
Another heavy slap landed on her ass and Emily peeked over her shoulder at her visitor, trying not to look too satisfied with what he was doing. It felt entirely liberating, to no longer have to hide behind the façade of good manners and sensible choices. Being in a body that wasn’t her own had given her all the desire and willingness to submit to her primal urges and it was delightful that a man with
a monster cock hidden in his slacks had happened along just in time. He slapped her once more and then it was too much for the man to take.
James plunged back into her tight wetness, making the girl scream out as he rammed in deep, willing her with his hungry cock. He was ruthless, no hint of his former coyness notable in his actions. Each thrust was to the hilt and he pulled out before each of them, making sure that both of them got the full experience of rock-hard cock in a small, sopping slit. She moaned and screamed under his controlling grasp, bucking back whenever he would let her. One of his hands had wrapped around her long blonde hair, tugging at it whenever he wanted her to arch her back more or take him more willingly. She was a slut to his desire and that was exactly how she wanted it to be.
Emily’s nails dug into the soft cushions as the man violated her without regard, making her body hum with pleasure. Hot and cold flashes were jutting through her, making her shiver and shake every time he pushed into her again, filling her with his throbbing rod. She reveled in the sucking sound it made when he pulled out and the soft squish as the sunk into her again, time and time again with his pace hastening as he went on. He was enjoying this shocking fantasy as much as she was and the girl had an inkling suspicion that he would never be able to look at a blonde chick with a big rack quite the same.
Emily enjoyed the thought of him having to hide a raging boner every time he walked past a bimbo. She wanted to make every man feel like that, to lust for her hot body and her delicious curves. Her head was filled with thoughts of walking down the street in a tiny dress that clung to her bolted on breasts and heels so high that no normal woman could walk in them. She could only imagine how good it would feel to find someone completely random and suck him off in an alleyway, make his dreams come true as her pussy was soaked with her own juices.
Her screams turned into powerful moans and she could feel her slit start to milk the man’s big cock. She wanted his cum, she wanted all of it and she hoped he would be kind enough to allow it to her.
“Sir, can I cum?” she asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder with her blonde hair sticking to her face. The man’s face was contorted with the effort of keeping himself from finishing in her, to take her for as long as he could. His fingers gripped her narrow hips with a deathly grasp and he threw her a quick glance and a not.
“Yes, cum, you whore,” he hissed and it was like music to her ears.
The girl threw her head back and allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over her, to consume her in a mind-blowing orgasm the likes she had never felt. It was more than she thought she could handle and the newly minted bimbo shivered and shook in spasms, small muscles contracting around James’s rod and making it harder for him to keep his resolve. Emily wailed under the might of her release. When she was finally about to collapse on the couch, James pulled out of her and dragged her on the floor by her hair.
She only whimpered a little as she landed on her knees in front of the formerly shy accountant. He slapped her cheek and made her open her mouth, shoving the head of his cock between her lush lips. Emily suckled on it like it was the most natural thing to do. The girl moaned and opened her mouth wider, stretching it around his large dick. He tasted delicious, all covered with her juices and with a hint of precum glistening on the tip. James’s hands grasped her blonde locks and he shoved his hips closer to her, filling her roughly. Emily allowed him to sink into her throat and found to her surprise that her gag-reflex was all but gone. The witch had really done a thorough job with turning her into a sex-crazed slut.
He face-fucked her mercilessly, the girl’s nails digging into his thighs. James was close to his finish and Emily wanted all he had to give. Finally, with a growl from behind clenched teeth, the man came, filling her mouth and throat with hot seed. She lapped it up hungrily, swallowing the salty tendrils of cum like the happy little slut she was. When he pulled out, her face broke out in a grin as she looked up at him.
“Thank you, Sir.” He only nodded in reply and collapsed on the couch, breathless and confused, but thoroughly satisfied.
CHAPTER FOUR
After her very confused but eternally grateful visitor left, Emily curled up on the couch in a happy little pile. They never did get around to discussing the intricacies of whatever case James wanted to talk about, but Emily was pretty sure she couldn’t understand numbers or math at that point anyway. In fact, most things more complicated than sex and make-up seemed to elude her at that point and it wasn’t a feeling she entirely despised.
The girl drifted off to a somber, dreamless sleep in the wet spot created by the combined efforts of the two accountants. She was happily cradling her breasts with her hands as she fell asleep, the two orbs her favorite part of her impromptu bimbo transformation. When she finally woke up again, the clock was tirelessly ticking closer to the morning. Emily yawned heartily, only to find that she had a splitting headache. She let her hands run across her body, expecting to find the same delicious curves, but she was disappointed with only her own bland, shapeless curves. It was enough to wake her right up.
Her head throbbed with pain, but that was a small issue in comparison to the heartbreaking loss of her new body and mind. Emily paused for a moment, trying to set her thoughts in a line. Her head buzzed with ideas and questions, all loud and demanding her undivided attention and keeping her from focusing on any one of them.
A pout perched on her lips. She was overcome with a sense of loss. Emily had been given back her body and her brains, but it felt so much worse than just existing to fuck and giggle. She wanted that feeling of not having to worry about anything but physical pleasures back again.
It only took her a few minutes to jump off the couch, rush into the bedroom and get dressed. She ignored the headache as she plucked up her purse and pulled on a hoodie to combat the cold nighttime air. Emily was determined to find the odd little witch again and ask her nicely to turn her back into who she had gotten to be the day before. She wanted to be a bimbo again, this time for good. The odd little lady could find another accountant, but there would only be one chance for Emily to become a blonde skank again and there was nothing that could keep her from it.
Emily was going to be a bimbo again, no matter what.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Narcissa Rivers is a 20-something IT specialist working a grueling office job by day and writing naughty, nasty, sexy words by night. She got her start as a sci-fi author and has now moved on to erotica.
Narcissa writes in several different genres, feeling that erotica and romance transcend single settings and kinks and should be explored to their full extent. Whether it is historical erotica, tentacles, paranormal settings, BDSM, bimbofication, alpha males or monsters Narcissa enjoys writing them all.
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