Cass stared at herself in the mirror, aghast. 

The last thing she remembered was going to Alyssa’s house because of some irregularities in her department’s accounts. Cass was a driven, rising member of the accounting department and on the fast track for a position as chief financial officer. She went to a top university and while working always dressed professionally – a skirt suit or pantsuit with low heels or flats and her hair pulled back in a ponytail or, if she was feeling fancy, a bun. 

But now . . . 

Her hair had been bleached blonde, her lips filled to an absurd degree and her breasts had doubled in size or more to D or DD. Her butt and tummy had also had work done, but not to the same extent.

“What the fuck?” she whispered to herself.

“Well, Cass, how do you like your new body?” Alyssa smirked from behind her.

Cass whirled on Alyssa. “What the fuck did you do to me? And how?”

“Moi? I did nothing. You insisted on emptying your accounts to pay for this plastic surgery, just like you insisted on selling me your condo for $100.”

“What? Why the fuck would I do something like that? Answer me, bitch?”

“Like, I said,” Alyssa said, stepping towards Cass and stroking her cheek – Cass suddenly grew frightened because not only could she not pull back, but she felt pleasure at the touch, “I did nothing. But you – you discovered so much about yourself under hypnosis, like the fact that you didn’t really want to be an accountant but wanted to be my 24/7 dumb, ditzy bimbo slut.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh we do. You’ve gotten so good at it.”

Alyssa stepped up to Cass and kissed her. Cass wanted to pull away, to slap the other woman, but instead she found herself getting aroused from the kiss. Her mind also grew fuzzy and cloudy. 

“Come with me bimbo,” Alyssa said. She pointed at the ground. “All fours, please.”

Cass’s body betrayed her and she sank to her knees and crawled after Alyssa. She refused to give in and accept what had happened. “If I were hypnotized and not drugged or something, what’s happening now?”

“Well, my little bimbo, it’s been two years to the day since you came to visit me and threatened to expose my little embezzlement scheme and I figured that the best way to celebrate your new body was to give you your old mind back and appreciate how totally fucked you are.”

Alyssa sat down in a lounge chair and spread her legs – she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Cass couldn’t help herself, she buried her face into Alyssa’s crotch and began to lick and kiss. It seemed to last an eternity before Alyssa said “Enough. Now, what do you think?”

Cass was sobbing. She could no longer deny what had happened. “Please,” she begged between sobs. “Please let me go.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dear, and me and my girlfriends have grown so used to having you around.”

“Please, please Alyssa.”

Alyssa lifted Cass’s face by her chin, so they were looking into each others’ eyes. “No,” she said, giggling. “Time to bye-bye to that brain again, bimbo. Come out to play.”

“Hiiii Mistress,” Cassie giggled. 

“Hi Cassie,” Alyssa smiled. “Now, be a good bimbo and finish eating my pussy.”

Arousal surged through Cassie’s body. Cass’s last thoughts about her life and situation faded and Cassie’s thoughts about sex and pussy and shoes and how awesome her tits were now. Cassie giggled and buried her face in between Alyssa’s legs. She remembered that when she first met Mistress, she would ask her all sorts of math questions. Numbers were so hard now, but this, this she understood. 

And from her moans, her Mistress agreed.