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Thank you, Sir. Can you give me a hint about how I did?
We'll, you've certainly got potential.
Is there anything that might improve my chances? I'm really committed to getting this position.
Well…HR would kill me… but, how committed are you to your gender?
My... gender? I don't understand.
Well, I was really hoping hire a young woman, in all honesty.
That... that isn't legal... You can't hire or not hire based on gender!
Oh, but I wouldn't! I'm not rejecting your application based on your current gender! Like I said, you've got real potential! And you said you're committed to getting the pos, soooooo....
Wha! What just happened?!
We're moving on to phase two of the Interview! Congratulations!
You turned me into a woman! How did you even do this?!
Would you believe magic?
This... this is totally unacceptable!
Yeah, it's really not what I was going for. I'm still kind of new at this. But it waa a good proof of concept! Let's try again!
Try again?! No! You change me back this instant!
You're not sounding nearly as committed to getting hired as you claimed, Bambi. Do you want this job or not?
My name's not Bambi! My name is... is...
My name's Bambi! <giggle> Bambi Knockers!
It's a pleasure to meet you, Bambi! Don't tell HR, but I subscribe to your OnlyFans!
OMG! <giggle> Is that why I got the overview?
Oh no, your resume was very impressive! And you're even more impressive in person, if you don't mind my saying.
Well aren't you just the sweetest! You know, I make enough online that I don't even need a full-time job, but something about working for a well dressed businessman and having him tell me what to do... it just calls to me, you know? It's like, that's what I was made for!
You know, that's exactly the sort of attitude I look for in a personal assistant, Miss Knockers!
Oh please, Sir, call me Bambi!
Of course, Bambi! Now, before I making a final decision, just how committed are you to getting this position?
Oh, Sir! I am SO committed! <giggle> In fact, if you don't think it'll get you in trouble with HR, I'd like to crawl under this table and show you exactly how committed I am!
You know, Bambi, I've been developing certain skills that I think will make HR a lot more flexible in the near future. Let's move on to the cock sucking phase of the interview.
Good God, Bill! Is that supposed to be me? Did you paste my face onto some bimbo?
Oh, Hi, Lisa! I didn't hear you come in!
Obviously! You sure as hell better not have put that disgusting thing online! Delete it this instance or I'm divorcing you! You can go find yourself some bimbo whore if that's what you're into, but I'm not going to be disrespected like this!
I thought I'd be done before you got home, Babe.
Don't you "Babe" me. And you're done now!
Not quite, but I guess I can upload what I've done so far.
What do you...
<click>
Oh My God! <giggle> I'm a bimbo whore! Just like you made me on the computer thingy!
Yes! It's called Master PC! Apparently it can change anyone once you lookup their profile!
And you did me first? <squeal!> You’re the best husband ever, Bill!
Well, you know, I did change a few things about myself first, just to see if it actually works.
Of course you did! You're so smart! <giggle> What I meant is that I'm your first bimbo! You're gonna make more, right? I won't be jealous at all! I think you should have whatever you want!
I'm so glad! I didn't change any of my core beliefs, so I wasn't positive that part would take.
What do you mean?
It's just I gave you a core belief that you should submit to your husband and I made it so your greatest emotional need is to meet with my approval.
Huh. I guess I didn't used to feel that way before, now that I think about it. What the hell was wrong with me?
Nothing I couldn't fix, Babe!
<giggle> Thank you for fixing me! Is there anything else you need to change to make me a better wifey?
Yes, well, just before you came in, I was thinking about giving you enormous fake tits. Would you like that?
If you'd like me better with big fake tits, then that's what I want, Bill!
I do so love your new attitude, Lisa. <click> And your new tits.
Oh! Oh yes! Thank you for my new titties, Bill!
You really like them, Lisa? You're not just saying that?
I do, Bill! You gave them to me and you like them so I absolutely LUV them!
I'm so glad!
There's only one thing that would make them better.
What's that, Lisa?
They'd be even better if you were to cum all over them!
Would you, Bill? Will you bust a nut on my big fake titties?
Of course I will, Babe! What kind of husband would I be if I wasn't willing to jizz all over my bimbo wife's fake titties?
You're the best husband ever, Bill! I can't wait for... oh my!
Yes, as I mentioned, I tried the Master PC out on myself first. We'll start with the tit job but I'll be pounding you in every hole with this monster eventually.
The coach had spent years vowing to make a man out of the weak nerdy kid. On his 18th birthday, the kid developed his transformation powers and rushed to go try them out on the coach. So, in a way, the coach was successful, from a certain point of view.
I think I've finally figured this out. I recommend slowing them down to .75 speed.
Here's another Milfotrin ad.
In a Pakistani accent she says “My stepson the pharmacist introduced me to Milfotrin from B T Pharma. It helps me maintain an active lifest
Milfotrin (momsanymf hydrochloride) is produced by BTPharma, a wholey owned subsidiary of BimboTech Inc. May be habit forming. May cause impaired judgment. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Please use BimboTech products irresponsibly.
Sophia holds the bottle up closer to the camera, takes a step forward, and twists her body to show off her figure clearly to the lens. #SeaA
Milfotrin Ad
Milfotrin (momsanymf hydrochloride) is produced by BTPharma, a wholey owned subsidiary of BimboTech Inc. May be habit forming. May cause impaired judgment. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Please use BimboTech products irresponsibly.
Well, the doctor said you need to lose 20 pounds, Heather. These shakes will help you do that. Drink it down quickly and I'm sure it won't taste weird once you get used to it.
OK, if you say so. I guess it's worth trying.
One week later...
I can't believe I let you fuck me in the ass before breakfast! <giggle>
You loved it, Heather!
Weeellll... I didn't not love it! <giggle> I guess it's something I could get used to. <slurp> I can get used to all kindsa things! <giggle>
In all honesty, the company has steadily lost money ever since I had the BimboTech people turn her into my secretary and sign over ownership. Turns out, I kind of suck at business.
Still, all things considered, I still think it was a good idea.
I just thought I raised you better than that, Steven! I guess this explains why you're nearly 30 and don't have a girlfriend, let alone a wife.
That's not... look, I've had other priorities that made dating take a back seat.
But you found the time to "date" some animated Japanese porn cartoon on your computer?
I'm not "dating" Aiko. I'm designing her. As a template.
One handed?
OK, I admit, the closer I got to completing the project the more I need to... release the tension of anticipation. It's just unfortunate that you walked in at that moment.
Tell me about it! But once you finish your "template" will you stop abusing yourself in front of your computer and go find a real woman? That's all I ever wanted for you, Steven. It's what any mother would want for her son.
I appreciate that, Mom! And a relationship with a real, physical woman was always the goal! I just needed to finish the template first.
I just don't understand what one thing has to do with the other!
Well, now that the Aiko template is done, I can show you!
It's done? What...what is that thing...
It's a projector for the completed template. You did say you wanted me to have a real, physical woman, right.
Yes but what... oh my god, Steven! What are you doing to me? Oh god oh god oh god...eep!
<giggle> I am Aiko-chan!
Happy Birthday, Aiko-chan!
You remember Aiko-chan birthday? So sweet!
Wow! You turned out more beautiful than I even imagined you would!
You like Aiko-chan big titties? <giggle>
I do! I really do! Will you... will you shake them for me?
YES!!! Aiko-chan love shake titties! <squeal!>
Oh wow! I am totally in love!
You love Aiko-chan? You want Aiko-chan be girlfriend?
I would absolutely love for you to be my girlfriend, Aiko-chan!
<squeal!> Aiko-chan so happy be Steven girlfriend! Me love Steven long time!
And I will love you for at least as long as it takes me to build another template!
You want cum on Aiko-chan big titties, now that Aiko-chan girlfriend?
Oh course, Aiko-chan. It's what my mother would have wanted.
Mom was really loving her new headphones. Whenever she had some free time, she would pop them on and unwind. Those meditative audios really did help put her in a better mood.
In fact, her attitude had improved so much that now she didn't even mind me spending so much time online. Thankfully, that's what turned me onto Bimbotech. They offered some meditative audios of their own, but the effects promised to do more than just relax and destress. And since I knew the Bluetooth password for mom's headphones, I figured I would introduce these new ones to her. She'd sit on the couch and decompress like she always did. And without disturbing her, I'd swap one audio for another. If I thought she was zoned out before, now it felt like this new stuff just melted her brain all together!
It was incredible just how relaxed she'd become. Almost like she was in a total trance most of the time. It didn't matter how much of an uptight bossy bitch she was. She would just pop on the headphones and Boom! Not a thought in her pretty head. No stress. No worries. No minding when I bossed her around instead. Just total relaxed obedience. After a few weeks, I finally told her about the audio switch to Bimbotech. Before, she would've been so pissed that I messed with her headphones. But instead, she was amazed. The audio worked so well that when I mentioned Bimbotech also sold specialized vitamins, she couldn't order them fast enough.
After a few more weeks, she says she feels like a whole new person! She doesn't have to worry or think about anything. She just does what I say. She takes her vitamins each morning and listens to the audios every day. With a little extra of both if she starts thinking too much. Like whenever she catches me jerking off to her while she's changing or when she's zoning out. She'll just remember to relax and enjoy it.
"Baby? Like... is something different? Hehe."
"What do you mean, Mommy?"
"I dunno. I'm like, totally hawt and good all the time. Hehe! But I don’t member if I was, like, before or whatever? And I'm your mommy. You're not sposed to, like, feel me up by my hawt bubble butt or my huge tiddies. Are you?"
"You're so silly, Mommy. You forget you're so hot because you don't think. Bimbos like you aren't supposed to think. Remember what your headphones say?"
"Ohhh. Hehehehe! I like...forgot or somethin. Mmm. My headphones are so hot~"
"That's alright. I guess you'll need to use them a little more today."
"Yaaaaay! Hehehehe!"
It's been a couple months now. Mindy still gets confused when I call her Mommy, so I remind her it's cause she's so hot. Then she just giggles and agrees with her Master. She might be almost as dumb as rock, but she's still the hottest girlfriend I've ever had. Hands down the best in bed.
You mean about us living in a computer simulation that can be hacked into with simple electronics if you know the pass code? YES! I heard! Completely mind-blowing, isn't it?
No, that's not... why are you pointing that at us.
Because I have the pass code, silly!
☆<click>☆
Oh my!
<giggle> We're bimbo bunny girls!
Come on in, ladies! I want to share the better news!
The chapel was in dire need of repairs. The parish had shrunken over the years and donations were down. Pleas to the Bishop for relief had fallen on deaf ears. If they couldn't raise the funds to bring the building up to code, the parish would be dissolved and absorbed by surrounding congregations.
Father Joseph told the sisters that all they could do was pray for a miracle that would bring in enough new donations to pay for the repairs by Easter.
And so, they prayed, hoping The Lord would hear them. Who can say if he did or not. But a sympathetic devil did.
The church became very, very popular and one dollar bill at a time, the sisters earned the money to repair the building.
Zara came home to find her loser stepson and his best friend drunk. This would have to happen while Trey's father was out of town on business!
"Where did you get that!" She demanded, indicating the bottle of whiskey Trey was holding.
"Aaron's dad gave it to him," Trey smirked, not seeming at all ashamed to be caught drinking underage.
"Hello Mrs. Daniels!" Said the drunk 18 year old. "May I say you're looking fabulous today?"
Her stepson giggled at his friend's compliment. The creepy kid was always ogling her, but not usually so openly. She was surprised hif father had given the boys liquor, though. Mr. Sheridan seemed more responsible than that. She supposed she would need to talk to him about it, since her useless husband was gone.
"Neither of you are old enough to drink," she reminded them. "Give me that bottle! "
"Your mom wants to get drunk with us, Trey!" Aaron exclaimed. "So cool!"
"Stepmom," Trey corrected. "My stepmom wants to get drunk with us!"
"Just like that one porno!" Aaron exclaimed.
"I do not want to get drunk with you losers!" Zara exclaimed. "I don't want either of you to get drunk! It's not legal!"
"We're 18!" Aaron objected. "18 is totally legal, Mrs. Daniels! Not to buy alcohol, but, you know, other things..."
The two teenagers giggled wickedly.
"You're both disgusting, " Zara said. "Now give me the bottle. "
"Dude, show her the thing already," Trey said to his friend.
"You really think I should?" Aaron asked.
"Come on!" Trey whined.
"What are you two talking about?" Zara demanded. "What thing?"
"This thing," Aaron said, pulling a pewter amulet with a pink gemstone out of his shirt from where it had been hanging around his neck.
"What is tha..." Zara began.
But then the jewel in the amulet began to shine and she froze.
"What's... what's happening..." Zara asked as it suddenly felt as if she was thinking through think mud.
"Just relax, Mrs. Daniels," Aaron said. "Zara, right? Relax Zara. Everything is just fine. You don't need to worry about anything at all. Just relax and listen to the sound of my voice. "
"Just relax and listen..." Zara agreed, releaved to have permission not to try and think, since it was so hard at the moment.
"You're hypnotized now, Zara," Aaron explained. "You like being hypnotized. You know that you'd never do anything under hypnosis that you don't really want to do, right?"
"Right..." she agreed. She had heard that before, somewhere. She couldn't think of where just now. She didn't need to. All she had to do was relax and listen.
"You remember asking for the whiskey bottle, right?" Aaron said.
"Yes..." she agreed.
"Because you really want the whiskey bottle," he said.
"Yes..." she agreed.
"You'd happily do anything we asked in exchange for the whiskey bottle," Aaron said.
"Anything for the bottle..." Zara agreed.
Her stepson snorted and giggled and his friend shushed him. Zara didn't have to think about that.
"Because you really, really want to have the bottle," Aaron told her, and she did. "You really, really want to drink from the bottle. You want to be the cool stepmom who parties with her stepson and his friends."
"I want to be the cool stepmom," she agreed. "Party with Trey and his friends."
"OK, Zara, when I put my amulet away, you're going to wake up and forget you were ever hypnotized," Aaron said
Zara blinked. What just happened?
"So you really want us to give you the whiskey bottle, Mrs. D?" Aaron asked.
The whiskey bottle! Her eyes went to it and her mouth watered. She needed it!
"Give it to me, Trey!" She demanded.
They probably thought she was going to dump it down the sink. They'd be so surprised when she started drinking with them! She was such a cool stepmom!
"But it's ours!" Trey objected, smirking.
"Yeah, Mrs. D," Aaron agreed. "My dad gave it to us."
Zara sighed, her plan to surprise them failing, she changed tactics.
"Look, boys, it's not like that. I'm GLAD Aaron's dad gave it to you! I know I don't always show it, but I'm a cool stepmom! I just want to join the party! Please, let me have a swig!" She said.
She grinned hopefully and it looked like Trey was about to hand her the bottle she wanted so much, but Aaron stopped him.
"Look, Mrs. D," He began.
"Zara!" She corrected. "Call me Zara! I want you both to think of me as a friend!"
"That's cool, Zara, but if we're gonna share our bottle with you, we should get something in return!" Aaron said.
That did seem reasonable.
"I could order us pizza! " She volunteered.
"That's cool, but this bottle is worth more than that, don't you think?" He said.
She reluctantly nodded. It was worth much, much more.
"So how about this," Aaron said, taking the bottle from Trey and setting it between his legs, running a hand up and down it. "We'll give you the bottle if you take off your clothes," Aaron said.
Zara's eyebrows shot up. She knew Aaron found her attractive but never expected him to be so brazen and perverse about it.
"I...I really shouldn't..." she said, unable to take her eyes from the bottle between the young man’s legs. Young MAN. 18. Legal. Could she?
"Come on now, Mrs. D," Aaron said. "You can keep your bra and panties on if you want. Nothing we couldn't see at the beach. "
That was true enough, though Zara avoided bikinis, given the size of her breasts. And Aaron was back to not calling her by her first name. She was losing cool points. Only one thing to do. She started undressing.
"Holy shit!" Trey said and Zara blushed even more furiously. Not only was she stripping in front of teenagers, one of them was her son. Stepson. Stepson made it not so bad. She focused on the bottle between her stepson's best friend's legs. It would all be worth it!
She stood before them in bra and panties, fighting the urge to cover her crotch and another urge to remove her bra, just so they'd think she was cool with going topless.
"Wow, Trey! Your stepmom is so damn hot!" Aaron exclaimed.
Trey giggled and nodded. He seemed quite a bit drunker than his friend. Maybe he wouldn't remember this. She could hope.
"You totally earned this, Zara," Aaron said, holding out the bottle of whiskey.
All other thoughts fled as she grabbed it. The bottle was hers at last! She removed the cap and chugged at it.
"Whoa!" Trey exclaimed.
"Go Zara!" Aaron exclaimed. "You really are a cool stepmom!"
The whiskey burned but she fought to keep drinking. She hardly ever drank hard liquor and never straight, but she needed to prove to the boys she was cool. She needed them to want to party with her! After all, they were nice enough to let her have the bottle!
"Oh wow, Zara!" Aaron said. "I've never seen a girl suck down booze like that, have you Trey?"
"Never, Trey confirmed. "I've got the coolest stepmom! "
Zara beamed as the room went fuzzy.
Aaron had called her a girl! Trey had called her the coolest. She had the bottle she wanted so much. This was the best day ever!
"Take another drink, Zara! You earned it!" Aaron said.
"Go Zara go!" Trey agreed. "Chug that shit!"
It didn't burn as badly the second time. She could get really good at this with practice! One of the boys started playing music. They were really partying now! She was partying with her stepson and his friend! She really was a cool stepmom!
"Wow, Zara!" Aaron exclaimed. "I'm amazed you're still upright after taking a hit like that!
"I'm cool!" She reminded him. "I cans tozally hannel its!"
"You can totally handle tits?" Aaron asked.
Zara snorted and giggled and set down her bottle.
"Thas nawa I seb!" She explained. "I saeb I can <hic>I can hazzle my lissor! I'm a cool stefmom an I luv a party!"
"You go, Zara!" Trey agreed, grabbing her bottle and taking another hit himself.
"Hey! Thas mine!" She objected.
"Be cool, Zara!" Aaron chided her. "You know what to do to get it back!"
She did? Oh yeah! Of course she did!
"I d'no, boys," she said, reaching behind her back. "Do youz think YOU can hannel tits?"
She pulled off her bra and let it drop to the floor.
"Wow!" Exclaimed Aaron.
"Bess stepmom ever!" Said Trey.
"Give that slut her bottle back, Trey!" Aaron insisted.
Zara blushed at being called a slut, but standing there showing her tits to two teenagers didn't really leave her a lot of room to argue.
She gave her tits a shake, to the utter amazement of the young men, then took another long pull from the bottle. As she did so, she realized Aaron thinking she was a slut wasn't bad at all. He probably meant it as a compliment.
The young man stepped up to her and patted her ass. She giggled and offered him a drink from the bottle while keeping tight hold of it. She'd probably have to give up her panties to get it back it back again. Not that she would mind so much.
"Imaslus," she acknowledged. "Ima drunkslus!"
"You're not that drunk, Zara!" Aaron said. "You can handle your liquor just like I can handle your tits!"
He grabbed hold of her rack with both hands and she gasped, then moaned. He certainly could handle them.
"Help me get Trey drunk enough that he passes out," her stepson's best friend whispered in her ear.
Zara was confused. Why would Aaron want....oh!
She saw her stepson was watching his friend maul her tits with a stupid grin, practically drooling. This would be easy.
She pushed an unresisting Aaron away and stumbled towards wide-eyed Trey to sit down beside him on his bed.
"Yera good sepson!" She observed. "Come lay yer head on mommy's boobs!"
He did as instructed and sighed as she lifted her bottle to his lips. He suckled at it as she praised him.
"Thas a good baby," she said "stepmommy's gaw you."
Whiskey splashed on her tits as her stepson slid down her body, senseless and smiling. His best friend was right there to lick it off, though, so it didn't go to waste.
Zara finished what was left of the bottle, then sighed, then hiccuped. She guessed it couldn't last.
"All gone!" She lamented.
"Oh, I've got another bottle, Zara," Aaron assured her, pulling it out of his backpack. "Think you have what it takes to earn it."
Zara giggled grabbed the bottle, then got on her knees.
"Course I do!" She declared. "I'm the cooleshshepmom!"
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