With a puff of smoke, Desiree appeared in all her glory. She stood in the center of the drawn pentagram, reorienting herself to Earth. Her grin was the right kind of sexy, and she had curves in all the right places. Desiree was the kind of demon people would think of when they wondered what succubi looked like.
And she was *exactly* what Courtney was looking for.
Courtney stood up to meet Desiree. She took a quick second to eye the hot-as-hell succubus. With her model having canceled last minute, Courtney was sent scrambling for a new lingerie model. None of her friends had the right body type. So she grabbed some magic books, gemstones, and candles, and got down to work.
"Why, hello!" Desiree sang. She lifted one hand to twirl her hair, and used the other arm to prop up her massive tits. "What a lovely surprise! I just love getting summoned."
"Desiree," Courtney exhaled. "I hope I did this correctly." This *was* the first time Courtney had summoned a demon. In fact, up until that morning, she held only skepticism towards the idea.
Desiree was even hotter than Courtney expected. Desiree had long blonde hair done in elegant curves. Her skin was more than perfect - she looked like a model whose photos had been edited for 3 hours in Photoshop. All around her body was pretty silver and gold jewelry. Her outfit was a skimpy pink dress that barely covered anything. And most importantly, her tits were massive - her bra really showed it off too. If anyone were to look at Desiree, they would have thought, 'wow, she looks like a complete bimbo.' That was 90% of the reason Courtney summoned Desiree. Despite making lingerie for busty, big-breasted women, Courtney's tits barely filled a C-cup sized bra.
"You did splendidly, dear! I feel fantastic. My, it's been quite some time since a woman has summoned me," Desiree said, licking her lips as she eyes Courtney back. "What can I do for you, miss?" Desiree stepped out of the summoning circle and walked around, behind Courtney. "Would you like some help with seduction? Perhaps you'd like to see how a succubus' tongue works?"
Courtney tsked her tongue. "I'm sorry, those aren't what I was thinking of. I had something else in mind."
She leaned in close to Courtney's ears.
"Whatever you want," Desiree chuckled. "I am here to fulfill your wildest, most scintillating desires."
"Great," Courtney smiled and nodded. "I need a lingerie model. I have a photoshoot for a magazine, and my model canceled. I'd like you to model for me."
Desiree's eyes widened curiously. "Well, I suppose I would love to show off my curves for the camera. Wouldn't it be sexier, though, if you were in the shoot by my side? Let everyone gawk at a hot succubus and an almost-equally hot human. Mm, I can visualize the hard-on the camera people would get!" she giggled.
Courtney sighed. She knew a succubus was going to try to seduce her. In any other situation, Courtney would have gone for a woman with a body like Desiree's. But right now, Courtney's only goal was getting her business the money and exposure it needed.
Besides, from what she read, a succubus' charms had no effect on women.
"Look," Courtney said. "I'm not interested in any sex right now."
Desiree hissed sharply. "Aw, why not? With a bod like that, you could get with anyone you wanted."
"W-well, that's really nice of you," Courtney murmured. "But right now, I just need a model for my photoshoot. You said you can fulfill my desires. Well, those are my desires."
Desiree gave a good puppy face pout. "Awe, don't be such a tough nut to crack! Why make your money from this silly photoshoot when you can make money doing something *much* hotter?" Desiree got up nice and close to Courtney, put her hands on the business owner's shoulders, and nearly went for the kiss. "Why would you summon a succubus for something so boring?"
Courtney pulled away. She needed to work fast - she didn't have time for this meaningless flirting. "Your charms won't work on me, and all I need is a lingerie model, so let's just get to work."
Desiree's back straightened. "They *won't*? Why not?"
"Well, because I'm a woman, of course," Courtney snapped like it was obvious. "Your charms can only work on men."
Desiree was taken aback. "Is that a challenge?"
"No," Courtney said, "it's a fact."
The dressing room fell silent. Desiree's jaw was on the floor from indignation. Courtney felt a pang of guilt in her heart. Maybe she offended Desiree? It didn't particularly matter. After all, she could only imagine the degrading things Desiree had probably done in the past. Being a lingerie model for a three hour photoshoot was an infinitely better deal than being some straight guy's fleshlight.
Courtney expected that to be the end of it. It wasn't. "Well, we'll have to see about that," Desiree teased. "But, sure, I'll play along. Let's see what you're dressing me in, doll."
Courtney looked through her bags. A succubus would probably look good in black or dark blue, but with Desiree's body, pink, white, and red were obviously her colors. After all, a bimbo succubus needed bras and panties fitting for a bimbo.
Eventually, Courtney emerged, showing off a couple of garments. "Here," she held them out. "Let's try this lacy hot pink one first. I think it'd look great on you."
"Oh, great on me, but *stellar* on you," Desiree chuckled. Courtney ignored her.
"Mind taking your clothes off, then?"
"I have never minded anything less, dear."
Courtney was obviously in a rush, but Desiree didn't care. She took her time giving Courtney a show as she stripped. Desiree’s hips swayed from side to side. Her eyes were locked onto Courtney’s as she gave a wide, seductive smile with her plump lips. Desiree’s skimpy dress came off her body, being flung to the side. Now Courtney got a *real* good look at Desiree.
Courtney had to admit. Desiree was quite a sight for the eyes. She could see why men would be summoning her left and right. Courtney felt some heat overcoming her body, and she felt her legs shiver slightly. No, she was absolutely *not* going to get charmed. She couldn’t - right? The longer Courtney looked at Desiree’s body, the more overwhelming the fantasies of Desiree pleasuring Courtney seemed.
Courtney forced herself to look away as Desiree unsnapped her bra and dropped it. She looked back. God, her tits were amazing. They were exactly what she - her business needed. Courtney noticed a strand of drool nearly coming down the edge of her lip, and she brushed it away instantly.
 “Don’t look away, babe,” Desiree said. “Don’t deny what you *really* want. You want me. And you want sex. And you want sex with me.”
 Courtney shook her head. She wasn’t going to let Desiree’s words get into her head. She couldn’t. “N-no. I want you to do what I summoned you to do. Nothing more.”
        Desiree giggled. "Why do you deny yourself these pleasures, gorgeous? If you've got that bod on you... can't you imagine how much you're missing out by not using it?"
"I'm not that kind of woman!" Courtney protested. "Just... quiet. I don't want to hear another word out of you. I didn't summon you to hear you babble like this."
"Right." Desiree clicked her tongue. "You summoned me for... these."
Desiree grabbed onto her assets. She held her tits up high, firmly, pressing them together to give Courtney a good look at her cleavage. Courtney tried to focus on whatever she was doing before. But she was transfixed. The way Desiree's tits didn't even fit into her hands, that sweet line of cleavage, the way they bounced around... it was hypnotizing. Before Courtney could stop herself, she was staring. Staring at Desiree's massive boobs. Craving to see more. More. More--
Courtney forced herself to close her eyes. "Mm... you know what, let's... let's send you ba--"
"Not so fast, dear." With her eyes closed, Courtney couldn't see Desiree straddle up closer to her. Desiree patted the back of Courtney's head gently, which was enough to startle her awake. Desiree's tits blinded Courtney's entire vision. Whatever she could see in her peripheral vision didn't matter. All that mattered was Desiree's luscious, hot figure. Courtney couldn't help it. She stared like some kind of mindless pervert. Her jaw went slack, her eyes dilated.
Courtney tried to think of whatever she was doing. She couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. The only image dominating Courtney's mind was getting her hands on Desiree's body. Or... even more tantalizing, that, but vice versa.
She didn't even realize what she was doing. Her hand went to her waist, scooping into the hem of her business pants. "That's it, dear," Desire licked her lips. "Go ahead and touch yourself for me. Let yourself loose. Everyone needs to let their inner slut loose every now and then. And you, well... you've clearly been pent up. So touch yourself. Get yourself nice and horny and wet for me."
Courtney nodded. Her fingers touched the lips of her pussy through her panties. She was drenched. "The... the photoshoot..."
"Hmm? Oh, don't you worry. I have some ideas for how to spice it up a little. Really get those eyes on you. I mean, your business." Desiree giggled as she continued playing with your tits. "You make lingerie for my kinda chest, don't you? Is that because... you secretly wish you had tits like mine?"
Courtney paused. Thinking was hard. "I-I..."
"Don't be shy, dear. You're hot enough as is, but wouldn't you look just irresistible with a giant rack on your chest too?"
Courtney nodded. Yes, yes, yes. That was... appealing, to say the least. Her fingers worked faster. Her panties were so wet, it felt like they weren't even there. Courtney tried to hold back her indecent moans, to little avail. Her arousal just kept climbing as her mind fell into Desiree's tits. Desiree was hot enough, and the thought of fucking her was even hotter, but the thought of having tits like a hot succubi's? Courtney could barely handle the thought. She felt ready to cum just thinking of that.
She could feel her brain melting out of her ears. Focusing was hard. She didn't need to focus anyways, right?
"There you go. That glassy, vapid look in your eyes? That's all a big-busted bimbo needs in her eyes. And we're gonna be making you a big-busted bimbo who can't put her two brain cells together anymore."
Courtney inhaled. Those words stirred something in her, her neurons making one connection. "B-but... my business..."
"Oh, your business will be fine, gorgeous," Desiree chuckled. "Trust me. I'll take very, very good care of it. You trust me... don't you?"
"T-trust..." Courtney winked. "Huh..."
"You," Desiree repeated, pushing her boobs into Courtney's face, "trust me, don't you?"
"Yes..." Whatever coherent thought Courtney might have been thinking disappeared into thin air. Desiree's boobs were so warm and soft... she could just sink into them all day.
"Then all you have to do is let your brain melt," Desiree said. "Feel hypnotized for me. All you need to think about are boobs. You don't need any of those other silly thoughts. That's what you've always wanted - to be a pornstar model whose job is to get fucked and get gawked at."
Courtney began to feel some pressure on her chest, a kind of heaviness. She couldn't look down, but she felt like she knew what it was.
Her chest was growing.
The more hypnotized Courtney would get, the hornier she would get, the larger her boobs would grow. That absurd fact jolted something in Courtney's memory, and she snapped back to attention. "W-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice still a little slurred.
The succubus giggled. "Isn't it obvious? I'm turning you into the model you oh-so-want-so-badly!" Her voice was playful, mocking, and it rose Courtney's blood temperature to a boil. "You went all this way to summon me, only to boss me around like some kind of dog or servant. But I know what you want. What you want is to look like me. To look like a dumb bimbo slut, and to act like one too. So you should be thanking me, dear!"
Courtney shook her head. This was a huge mistake. The reality began to set in her head. "N-no," she gasped. "S-stop! Turn me back! Just... g-get out of my sight!"
Desiree smiled, and kissed the top of Courtney's head. "No can do, sweetheart. You've piqued my interest. I'm a succubus, plaything. I can tell what people want. What they *desire*. I can see your fantasies play out in your head." Courtney inhaled sharply. "The way you're picturing me bending you over and fucking you mercilessly, your tits each larger than your head and bouncing up and down. Not being able to put two and two together."
Desiree was right. That was a perfect description of the movie playing in Courtney's head. It was humiliating - not only the fact Desiree could see it, but hearing it out loud made it tenfold as embarrassing.
"You don't want a model. I know what you've wanted for the start. You've been craving a good while of getting fucked hard and good. And more so..."
Desiree clutched a handful of Courtney's hair, and pulled it tightly. "You want someone to take charge. Someone... like me."
Courtney shook her head lightly. She wanted to pretend that was false, but it wasn't. Courtney was so horny she felt like she was going to explode. Desiree's tits were right in her face, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. And the clearer her lewd, indecent thoughts became, the larger her chest grew.
"I'll change you, dear. I'll make you the slutty bimbo model you've always wanted to be."
Desiree let go of her hair, and grabbed a strand of it. She pulled it in front of Courtney's eyes.
Blonde.
Desiree laughed at Courtney's wide, confused eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look. A bimbo needs blonde hair. You're gonna have cum -- I mean, people all over you," she chuckled. "And don't worry about the business you worked sooooo hard for! It's in good hands."
"It... is?" Courtney forced the words out of her mouth.
"Why yes," Desiree said. "Look up."
Courtney, after a while of hesitation, ripped her eyes away. She gave the rest of Desiree's body a look.
Her tits hadn't changed, but the rest of her look had.
When Desiree appeared in front of Courtney, she looked like a bimbo model - and nothing more. But her clothes had changed into a proper, well-fit suit that looked like it costed a million dollars. Not a single fold was out of place. Some things didn't change - her pencil skirt length didn't go too far past her ass. Desiree's hair had changed into a meticulously done cut. Wavy, dark brown, and going a little past her shoulders. Bangs swung to the right, a little above her eye. And her makeup was completely different. Her plump, pink lips and dramatic eyeshadow had changed into a look fitting of a stern businesslady. The kind who knew exactly what she was doing, the kind who was find bulldozing over anyone in her way to get what she wanted.
Courtney gulped. Her body wasn't the only one changing. So was Desiree's.
"See, people usually like my dumb blonde look," Desiree explained, "so I figure you'd like the same. But the more and more I get a read on you, that's what you want to *look* like. Who you want to get fucked by... is someone with power."
Desiree grabbed onto Courtney's ear with her teeth, and bit her lightly. "Power over *you*."
Courtney moaned indecently. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't. Courtney was powerless. Not only that, she was a slut. A bimbo. A ditz. Courtney couldn't think hard enough about her situation, and every time she tried, she'd just start fantasizing about boobs again. Her eyes kept gliding back to Desiree's - a rack that hadn't changed much, thankfully - and then turning back away.
"You don't have to look away, dear," Desiree chuckled. "After all, my boobs *are* down there."
Courtney's eyes locked back onto Desiree's tits. She felt so humiliated, so degraded, seeing herself turned into a pornstar slut. How could this be happening to her? She was a strong, powerful business lady who built her company out of nothing. There was no way she could be reduced to this so easily. And yet, there she was, staring at a huge pair of boobs as she drooled from the edge of her plump lips.
"This..." Courtney huffed and panted. "Isn't... right..."
Desiree clicked her tongue. "Oh, let that thought go," she quipped. "You're too far gone. Just let it all sink down the drain. You don't need your brain or thoughts anymore. You won't even have to think about anything... all you'll need to do is obey my orders." Desiree pleasured Courtney with her fingers. The arousal itself killed Courtney's intelligence faster than any alcoholic beverage could. She should have guessed a succubus would have been made to drag her down this kind of path, not to mention be *super* fucking skilled with her fingers.
"All gone," Desiree snapped her fingers, "gone down the drain. No thoughts, no pesky little worries. Just being a mindless slut. You can do that for me, can't you? It's so easy."
"Yes..." Courtney murmured and nodded.
"So you admit it," Desiree smirked as her fingers increased in speed. "You want to be a brainless slut."
"Mhmm," Courtney giggled. Her head was beginning to feel light. She couldn't tell if that was influenced by how horny she was, how fast Desiree's fingers were going, or her just subconsciously accepting her new life. Being a brainless slut... yeah, that sounded more fun than whatever she was doing before.
"And you want to be *my* brainless slut?" Desiree glared down at her.
"Of course!" Courtney felt a little embarrassed at how enthusiastic that answer was. But, she wasn't lying. With that suit and immaculate look, Courtney *had* to want to obey the succubus. After all, she looked so powerful. It looked just right for her to be the one in charge.
"After all," Desiree laughed, her laughter taking a sadistic tone, "it wouldn't quite be right for a dumb bimbo to be bossing a mean lady in a suit around, would it? Right?"
Desiree shook her head. Not too hardly, though, because her eyes were still completely fixated on the tits in front of her. "Not at all."
"That's 'not at all, Mistress,'" Desiree corrected.
"Of course, Mistress! It, like, would look super weird for me to be in charge, Mistress." Courtney accepted needing to use the honorific immediately. Like it was some indisputable fact of life. Desiree was her Mistress. She was in charge. She knew exactly what to do, and how, and when - in business, sure, but also in bed. And as for Courtney? She was nothing more than a dumb bimbo slut who only needed to do as told and get fucked mercilessly.
She was so, so excited for her new life.
"Yeah," Desiree smirked widely. "No one would believe you're the one in control with how you look. Business ladies are smart and put together. And you? Well, you're panting and moaning like a slut just from looking at my boobs and from getting finger fucked."
Desiree took her fingers off of Courtney's cunt. Courtney giggled and moaned lightly. "And the only way you'd look even sluttier is if you were to take your clothes off," she said. Desiree grabbed the hem of Courtney's new pink, short, latex dress and began ripping it off her body. "I'll need to get you some more clothes that'll give me easy access to you, won't I?" Underneath Courtney's dress were a set of loose fishtail leggings. Desiree didn't bother with those, she just tore the fabric away to fully reveal Courtney's dripping pussy.
"Bend over," Desiree ordered, pointing towards the table.
"Yes, Mistress!" Courtney immediately obeyed, bending her body over the table.
She heard some shuffling behind her - a belt unbuckling, a zipper undone. Seconds later, she felt something large, thick, and hot at the edges of her folds.         "You see," Desiree started, "if you're going to look like a bimbo slut, you may as well get fucked like one too." Desiree pushed her thick cock in deeper. Every atom in Courtney's pussy felt like fire. She twitched and panted and wordlessly begged for more. "So I made my cock all nice and long for you. You can take a 12 inch one well, can't you?"
Courtney, to be truthful, wasn't entirely sure of that. She hadn't gotten fucked by anyone in a long time, especially not someone with a 12 inch dick. But, she couldn't complain. In fact, it sounded all the more tantalizing. "Like, yeah, please fuck me, Mistress!"
Desiree grabbed a fistful of Courtney's hair and held her face down into the table. "Good slut," she said. She pushed in further. And further. Soon, Courtney's cunt felt nearly stuffed to the ends of the her walls. But Desiree didn't stop.
"You've still got another six inches to go," Desiree laughed with pleasure. "Think you can take more?"
"Yeah! Yes, yes, please!" Even as Courtney's cunt felt ready to burst, she still begged for more. Deep down, she was humiliated. She was supposed to be modeling Desiree into the perfect lingerie-bound figure. Instead, Desiree was fucking Courtney over the table after having turned her body into one fitting for a porno video. And worse, Courtney *loved* it.
Desiree sighed in exasperation. "I'm getting a bit impatient... aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," Courtney whimpered. Truth be told, she forgot what the word 'impatient' meant. She was soon to find out.
"Good."
Within milliseconds, Desiree slammed the rest of her cock in all the way. Courtney felt herself exploding at the seams. She let out a high pitched gasp at the sudden pressure, the pleasurable pain. Her hands clutched onto the sides of the table for dear life.
"God, your cunt is twitching against me so hard," Desiree mocked. "You can't lie to me. The moment you summoned me, you wanted specifically this. To be bent over a table, getting fucked mercilessly by a hot Domme. Right?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Courtney nodded. She spread her legs even wider to allow Desiree even easier access to her.
Desiree placed her hands on Courtney's hips, thumbs on her ass, to hold herself steady. "You can't lie about your desires to a succubus. Even before becoming a stupid bimbo, you obviously weren't very smart."
Desiree pulled her hips back, and for a split second Courtney believed she was exiting her. And then Desiree slammed back in, even harder than the first thrust. She kept going, starting with a steady momentum, her movements quickly growing ravenous. Desiree leaned over and placed her lips around Courtney's neck - and bit down hard. She kept biting, leaving Courtney a whimpering, crying mess. When she pulled back, Courtney was left with a nice, large mark that left not much to the imagination.
"We're gonna have to show that one off when I take you to the photo shoot," Desiree mused. Her voice stayed as even as possible, but even Desiree's voice was cracking with her own pleasure. Her cock felt almost like it was growing larger, thicker in Courtney's hole. She could feel it almost vibrating against her walls. And with every thrust, she'd even get a brief breeze of pleasure to her clit.
Courtney wanted to cum. She was so close to the edge. And for some reason, she couldn't.
"Aww, bimbo wants to cum," Desiree cooed mockingly. Obviously, Desiree was too - she was leaking pre into Courtney's hole. "Any chance you can figure out why you can't?"
"W-why not, Mistress?"
Desiree leaned in. Before answering, she bit Courtney again, closer to her jawbone. After an agonizing 15 to 20 seconds, she let go, leaving an even larger hickey. One more visible from the front. That action only served to tantalize Courtney even more, bringing her closer to the edge.
"Because I haven't given you permission."
Courtney moaned and whimpered. "B-but, I want to so badly!"
Desiree laughed. "I know you do. And that's exactly why you're not getting it."
Courtney was about to ask another stupid question, but Desiree cut her off by pushing in to the ends of Courtney's walls. Courtney felt something growing inside of her. Desiree's dick expanded in both size and girth. Courtney wasn't sure how much she could take - thinking about things like that was too hard - but her body adjusted.
She was made for this. She was a slutty bimbo, after all. And being fucked with long, hard, thick shafts was mostly what slutty bimbos were good for.
"You have something I want," Desiree whispered. Her hands lifted off of Courtney's thighs and grabbed onto her boobs. At this point, Courtney's tits had grown so large that they didn't even fit in Desiree's hands. Desiree played with them, feeling around them. Pinching, groping, holding each one tightly.
"Um, yeah, I can do anything for you, Mistress!" Courtney giggled. "What, like, is it?"
"I want your business," Desiree said, "complete and total ownership, to do whatever the hell I want with it."
Courtney giggled. "Yeah, of course, Mis--"
She was about to fully agree. And then the reality of the situation began to creep back into her head. Suddenly, a few neurons in her mind activated, and the absurdity of the situation made her freeze. "I... I..." Courtney had to strain herself to think, and it wasn't easy. "What... are you doing to me, Mis-?"
Desiree clicked her tongue. "What does it look like, idiot? I'm fucking you mercilessly until you agree to sign over your business to me. Clearly, I'm the one who should be in charge. Maybe once you see us in a mirror you'll get it."
Courtney had to force herself not to nod in agreement. "But... that's... my business is, I built it myself from..." Courtney grumbled as she tried to form the words. "The ground, um, up."
There was a pause. Courtney knew she could have fought back harder, but she was completely inhibited. She was bent over the table, an evergrowing huge dick taking her body over, being pressed down by Desiree - and Desiree's mere presence. Courtney quickly figured out she was no longer in a place to negotiate. And that lit a match in her.
"This... needs... to stop."
Those words felt like lies - and they were - but Courtney said them anyways.
"Are you going against my orders, darling?" Desiree asked, her tone rather threatening.
"I..." Courtney shrunk back down. "I... just--"
"That sounded like going against me," Desiree said. "So that means you need to be punished, don't you?"
"H-huh?" Courtney gasped. Desiree's cock still twitched inside of her. "W-why?"
"Well, let me spell it out for you, dummy."
Desiree pulled back. Courtney felt empty without her hole stuffed with Desiree's dick, but she tried to push down that feeling.
"I told you something I wanted. You didn't immediately say 'yes, Mistress'. And even more so, you tried to *negotiate* with me. So you went against me. And because you did, you need to be set in place. With a punishment. Did I say that slowly enough for you?"
Courtney whimpered and panted. In arousal, and now also in fear. Courtney may have been the one to summon Desiree to do her bidding, but she wasn't powerful enough to resist Desiree. Desiree put a hand on Courtney's head, and suddenly, Courtney began to feel dizzy. The same hypnotic fog from before began clouding her brain again.
Desiree began to hypnotize Courtney once more.
Courtney's feeble struggles soon came to a halt. Her mind slowly stopped as well. She felt like there was some way she was trying to resist her Mistress, but... she couldn't figure out why. The activated brain cells in her head began to die down, this time for good. Every time Courtney tried to think, all she could do was giggle and go even more blank.
She was deep, so deep for Desiree's hypnosis. Courtney felt blissful. Whatever reason she had to fight back didn't matter - nor did it have any real bearing. She was a dumb bimbo slut who only needed to get fucked by Desiree's massive cock. Courtney didn't need anything else. This was right where she needed to be.
"Now," Desiree said, "once I take my hand off of your head, I'm going to ask you a question. And you're going to answer 'yes'. You may wonder what you're actually being asked, but you don't need to think about that. Just. Answer. Yes."
"Yessss," Courtney slurred, more than excited to do as her Mistress ordered.
"Good."
Desiree's hand came off of Courtney's head. Suddenly, the hypnotic fog disappeared, leaving Courtney with... nothing. The only things left in her brain were obedience, sex, and boobs. Gosh, her boobs were so nice, and Desiree did such a good job holding them. Desiree's boobs against Courtney's back didn't feel too bad either.
Desiree kissed Courtney's neck lightly. Then, she spoke. "Will you sign your business over to me now, dear?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Courtney answered. She didn't really know what a 'biz-ness' was, but her Mistress asked her a question, and she was supposed to say yes.
"Fantastic." Desiree began to thrust her dick in and out again, making Courtney's boobs bounce around wildly. "You're going to make such a fine pet for me. All you need..."
Desiree's hands came around Courtney's neck. She choked Courtney for a brief second, just to show her power over her. And then her fingers began tracing a circle around the circumference of her neck. On it, a collar appeared, faux fur grazing Courtney's skin. The collar was colored a mix of dark reds and purples. Hanging from the ring was a pet tag in the shape of a heart with devil's wings. It read -
"Property of Desiree."
Desiree read it aloud for her - which was good, since Courtney didn't quite know how to read anymore.
"That's you, dear." Desiree played with Courtney's hair, a strange thing to feel as Courtney's pussy was getting railed mercilessly. "Would you like your Mistress to fill you up with her cum, plaything?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Courtney begged. Once again - a question to answer mindlessly to.
"Then, you may cum too."
Desiree pushed all the way in, and Courtney felt her hole get stuffed with warm, sticky, wet cum. It only took a couple seconds for Courtney's hole to be filled. Cum started to drip from her bottom lips. And Desiree's orgasm wasn't even finished. Somewhere in that time frame, Courtney felt herself explode into a climax as well. Her body convulsed and shivered, her hole making way for more of Desiree's cum.
"Oh, Courtney," Desiree cooed, playing with her collar gently, "you're going to make such a fine model."

~~
        It had been a couple weeks since the photoshoot, and business was *booming* like never before. Courtney was confused when the shoot involved more blowjobs and facials than she expected, but, Desiree knew what she was doing. And it clearly worked. The business' profits had doubled since the week before. And more importantly, Courtney got to see lots of massive tits pass by her.
And she got to be used by ladies with massive tits, too!
Courtney often worked in the dressing rooms. She'd go in with the ladies. She'd make them feel good. Courtney would do whatever the hell they wanted. She didn't really need to think about what she was doing. Desiree ordered her to take care of the customers. Thinking too much made Courtney even stupider, anyways.
After Courtney would get a load blown on her face, Desiree would tell her not to wipe it off. She'd usher Courtney over and make her pose by the window. People would stare at her. Either in disgust, or with arousal in their eyes. Oftentimes, it'd convince people to come inside. Mostly to coat her tits with cum, too.
One day, though, a familiar face saw Courtney standing as a model. She gasped, and stormed on in.
"Courtney!" the lady exclaimed. "What on Earth are you doing?!"
Courtney squinted her eyes. This was... Alise. A girl she went to business school with? That's what her two brain cells could put together. "Oh, hey there," she said in a sultry voice. "Missed you a lot, babe."
        "Missed me a l-- what is going on here, Courtney!?" Alise shouted. "What happened to you? To your *body*? Do you even realize people can see you with all... that... all over your face!" Alise's tone of voice soon turned infuriated. Courtney could almost see her friend's blood boil. Honestly, Courtney didn't even recognize that as a bad thing; for all she cared, it just made the situation more hot.
"Um. Yeah. It's like, sooooo hot," Courtney giggled. "Come inside! You can play with my body next, take out all that, um, tension and frus... frustr... anger on me!" That idea made Courtney's clit twitch in need. The image of Alise bending over Courtney and beating her ass blue like the bad girl she was... Courtney licked her lips. She'd probably look hot taking a strap around Alise's waist in her mouth.
Eventually, Desiree caught on that something was up. The new businessowner made her way over. Desiree leaned even further into the hot businesslady look, while not sacrificing her incredible curves. She wore pencil skirts every day - both to show off her hips and her long legs. The suits Desiree chose were... not exactly business attire; her cleavage was nearly falling out of her shirt, and her waist wasn't even covered. Were she any more uncovered, she'd be just as naked as Courtney.
And yet, despite the sluttiness of her "suit", Desiree clearly looked like the one in charge. No one could deny that. Especially not Courtney.
"My, my," Desiree clicked her tongue. "What's going on here? You look rather upset." Her eyes were half-open, staring at Alise hungrily.
"You... you're the one who did this! What did you do to Courtney!?" Alise's fists shook hard enough that Courtney could believe she was ready to slug Desiree. "Courtney was the hardest-working lady I knew! She would never do - or look - anything like... like this! You did something to her!" Alise waved to Courtney, who was currently scooping the cum off her face with a finger and sliding it into her mouth.
"What would I ever do to Courtney? She's such a good girl. I can't do anything to her when all she knows is how to obey me mindlessly," Desiree laughed. Her cackling mocked Alise, it was so hot.
"Don't lie to me! These designs are hers!" Alise motioned to the lingerie on the walls. "You stole her designs, and you stole... you stole *her*! Change her back!"
Desiree sighed. Instead of immediately responding, she reached a hand onto the other lady's face. Every atom of Alise froze. Suddenly, Desiree was the one in control, only by gazing into Alise's eyes. Desiree gently pushed the hair behind Alise's ear. Her hands were so soft and tender...
That was, before Desiree grabbed Alise's hair, and stuffed her into her boobs. Her chest muffled any and all cries for help, cries of disgust. "Shhh, don't worry, dear. You're safe here. You don't need to be angry or worrisome. Your friend is fine," Desiree emphasized. "She's a bubbly, happy, giggly bimbo of a model. She just realized her business would be better in the capable hands of... someone like myself."
Alise tried to speak, but Desiree just pushed her deeper into her presence. She started playing with Alise's hair, teasing her, making Alise all nice and trancey. Soon, Alise couldn't resist or fight back - all she could do was fall deeper into Desiree's tits. Desiree began to whisper sweet nothings into Alise's ear. Courtney could only guess she was hypnotizing Alise. She couldn't tell. She was too stupid.
"Courtney, dear, close the store for me," Desiree ordered lightly.
"Yes, Mistress!" Courtney happily obliged. She closed the curtains, and locked the door. All the while, Desiree continued brainwashing a powerless Alise.
"You want to be like Courtney," Desiree said to Alise. "You want to be a braindead, cum-drenched bimbo. A servant to my orders. You want to do as I say and look as I say. Right?"
"...Right," Alise murmured into Desiree's cleavage.
"Good girl," Desiree chuckled. Desiree's hands trailed down to Alise's chest, fondling her tits, freeing them from her tank top. Courtney could see Desiree's hands glow faintly. As she fondled Alise's boobs, she saw Alise's tits quickly expanding - much in the same way Courtney's did all that time ago. Alise's chest grew from A-cups into C-cups into D-cups, and larger. Her hips began to grow too, molding her twig-like figure into the figure of a curvy, top-heavy goddess.
Meanwhile, Desiree continued talking to Alise, giving her the same suggestions as Courtney. To call her Mistress. To be a stupid, brainless bimbo. To obey without a second thought. It was almost as if Alise accepted the suggestions easier than Courtney did - maybe Desiree was impatient. Alise did look much hotter like this, after all. Courtney was also getting horny watching her tits grow, watching her submission deepen.
Once Alise's tits reached just about the size of Desiree's - almost - Desiree pulled Alise out, and quickly jostled her awake. Alise giggled. That was the first thing she did. The giggle was much like Courtney's vapid chuckles she's give when her Mistress would demean her. Or when she'd see customers eyeing her ravenously.
"So now that I've got not one, but two bimbo playthings," Desiree grabbed onto both of them, "I've got an idea for some overtime you can do."
Alise and Courtney were dragged into the backroom, neither of them fully being able to process. Desiree forced both of them to kneel at the chair. Before Desiree sat down, she wheeled something around. A couple somethings. Courtney eventually got curious after a couple minutes, and looked up at what Desiree was doing.
The room was filled with the cameras and tripods from the photoshoot. Recording them from a dozen different angles.
"I figure we could shoot me cumming all over your tits in the lingerie," Desiree sat down and began unbuckling her belt. "You two would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress!" They both responded in unison.
"Grab your favorite sets," Desiree ordered, beginning to pleasure herself under her skirt, "and come back ready to be ruined by my cock."
Courtney grabbed her favorite red set - making her look like a good slut for her succubus - and Alise donned the angelic-looking white set. They came back into the dressing room, got on their knees, and began doing as their Mistress said. Soon their faces were drenched in cum, along with their tits and bras. All of it for the cameras.
“This is going to make some great advertising,” Desiree purred. “Why don’t we do some of the two of you, while we’re here?”
~~
Soon, the company began releasing porn tapes and hot photos daily. Business grew exponentially, faster than any of them could have fathomed. Courtney and Alise got used to their new lives - during the day, obeying customers, being stupid, and getting drenched in fluids - and during the evening, sucking off and worshipping Desiree while she counted the bills.
And not only did the business grow - so did Desiree’s group of “employees”. Every now and then, a meek or needy-looking customer would waltz in, and Desiree would hypnotize them for the taking. Then she’d make more porn of them, have them make the lingerie when they weren’t pleasuring customers, rinse, wash, and repeat.
Soon, they began “advertising” outside of the store too. Desiree would host VIP-only parties, where customers would get to rent a room with their favorite model. For a pretty penny, obviously. It was so hot, being used as a business prospect. Even dumb Courtney knew Desiree could throw her away at a moment’s whim, so she did her best. It barely even felt like work. Courtney was a sex toy. So were all of her coworkers. Besides, the customers didn’t hurt her… too often.
And yet, Desiree always had a special spot for Courtney. After all, Courtney was her first one - and the one from whom she took the business. Courtney didn’t even care about that. In fact, after a while, she didn’t even remember it had happened.
It didn’t matter, after all. She was happy, carefree, and stupid. Her life’s purpose was to obey her Mistress and get used as a sex doll. Nothing else. And that was enough for Courtney. Courtney purred as Desiree pet her hair softly – while face-fucking her mercilessly, obviously.