Outside of her boss’s door, Sarah Miller stood on shaking legs as the heat between her thighs started to slowly subside to a lower degree than the fever flushing her face in embarrassment and arousal. She couldn't believe that she had just eavesdropped on her boss and his wife having sex in his office and rather than give them their privacy, had slipped down to her knees and put her hands underneath her skirt and played with herself.

She also couldn't imagine hearing Mrs. Gonzalez talk like that and all of the naughty imagery currently floating around in her mind because of it. At least she knew who, or rather what was responsible for her recent bouts of lust as she managed to get her way back to her desk, her hosed legs brushing against each other with every step and sending a buzz of pleasure up and down her legs.

It was a little over a week ago that she got a huge tear in her pantyhose at the mall next door during lunch, and later that afternoon Mr. Gonzalez had the third quarter earnings report with one of their larger partners and she had to be there, having made the presentation and estimations for the last quarter of the year as well as the next. In a panic she went to the only place that was open and sold pantyhose, and despite the Bimbo's Kiss being the exact opposite of where the shy young woman shopped they had just regular hose to sell and she was in an emergency.

Except Carmen had now confirmed her suspicions that there was nothing regular about them. In appearance maybe but the gentle tingle on her hands as she pulled the nylon out of the packaging only hinted at just how good they would feel on her legs. How good they looked as well, turning her legs into silky smooth stockinged perfection that sent pleasure up her spine with every nail drag and leg crossing, distracting her and turning her flush during the presentation. The sensible thing was to take them off as soon as she got home… which is why the first thing she did was strip down to nothing else and masturbate until her legs stopped functioning.

It didn't help that they never tore, which meant making a pitstop every lunch for another pair was only necessary due to how frequently she was soaking through them all the time. Whether it was during her time off at home and in bed fantasizing, or at work where her boss was starting to make frequent appearances in said fantasies. Mr. Gonzalez was a genuinely great boss, and his recent surge of vigor and health gave him the type of confidence that sent butterflies through her stomach as surely as the subtle cologne he started wearing.

Tina, one of the girls at the Bimbo’s Kiss who had somehow wormed her way into becoming unlikely friends with Sarah, was more than happy to add extra embellishment to her fantasies when she confessed about it while shopping once. Sarah didn't want to hear it, but her mind still eagerly soaked up Tina's advice and she found herself putting more effort into her looks, wearing more make-up and even buying a hair lightener that was slowly filling her dull brunette hair with bouncy and bright blonde highlights that seemed like they were starting to overtake the brown in her hair.

She wasn't trying to get Mr. Gonzalez to cheat on his wife, Carmen was always so nice when she visited and Sarah would have felt awful… but she did want a little more attention and after today she learned she may have gotten her wish. Luis had come over to help her with transferring new client data onto their software, an easy task but she was feeling a bit scatterbrained today and couldn't contain a little giggle as his cologne filled her personal space.

Sarah thought she could smell her own arousal as she squeezed her thighs and crossed her legs to the satisfying sound of hose on hose, and maybe he could as well because his eyes had followed the motion and halfway through he excused himself to his office for some private time.

Sarah had tried to distract herself from the way she just acted, and with Mrs. Gonzalez strutting in with her sexy body on display she had an idea of what they would get up to when she went to eavesdrop. What she hadn't expected was to hear Carmen role-play being a secretary and Luis to play along. Arousal sent another shiver through Sarah as she picked up her purse from her desk as well as the pamphlet she had been reading, eager to get out while she still had her dignity even as her eyes were drawn to the cover of the brochure Tina had given her today.

No, Carmen hadn't just role-played as a secretary but a bimbo one. High pitched voice, tempting and flirty and big tits to match.

Big tits like the ones on Tina's favorite surgeon's leaflet, specializing in the over-sized fake breasts that screamed hyper-femininity on every page turn. The office was mostly abandoned this late in the afternoon, and Sarah was left stranded with her own thoughts, the previously unthinkable idea of a boob job front and center as the swish-swish of her hosed legs rubbing together swiped away other errant thoughts. For weeks now she had dealt with tingles of temptation from them, and while she had a few hours of relief earlier today that buzz had returned, now with intent and a goal to work towards as the sensation started to rise towards her chest.

Her friend was certainly right that it would be the number one way to get her boss's attention at work. Show up one day wearing a daring amount of cleavage, begging him to come help her with the littlest task so he could stand over her and marvel at the round globes of titflesh displaying their prominence to the world. The hum on her skin was pleasant as it hit the center of her chest and began to spread, taking hold of her modest blue blouse as assuredly as her imagination took hold of the idea. She knew what big fake bimbo breasts looked like, Tina had them and they were plastic but perfect, full and round and ideal for showing off. The sensation of weight was probably incredible too, probably not unlike what she was feeling now as in her blissful haze she didn't notice her chest expanding.

If anything the awareness only came as secondary, as if it was perfectly natural for implants to grow and swell, for her blouse to begin to open and tighten, polyester turning into thin wool as the white sweater made only the smallest concession to professional modesty in that they covered her nipples, still clearly visible as her bra had long since vanished to provide invisible support to the twin plastic peaks, high and round and exactly what Sarah would need if she intended to be a bimbo secretary.

She didn't hate the idea, as it floated up and settled into her mind like it had come from her in the first place. Sarah would have to reorganize parts of her life, prioritize different things, but the potential was certainly… Tina had been trying to get her to the gym now for weeks, and the bimbo buzz that had only just started to find purchase nestled itself deep as it rose from her chest up her neck to her head. She had resisted but why? A bimbo would need to go to the gym to keep her body perfect, fantasies about becoming a gym bunny floating and catching on the hooks of her mind.

I’d probably turn into a total fitness addict. Sarah absentmindedly nodded, how else would she keep her stomach washboard flat, images of her on the treadmill or the squat rack making themselves real to her. The purr of energy inside her loved it, tightening cheekbones and sharpening her jawline and plumping her lips. It felt odd but a burst of pleasure in her core kept Sarah from thinking about it, leaving her to stop and steady herself in the hallway as her mouth curved in pleasure.

A bout of light-headedness flushed through her but considering the strength of her last orgasm that was to be expected. Her vision went hazy, sight doubling the image of her own hand alongside a tanned one with manicured french tips on the wall, perfect for the fantasy of a bimbo secretary reflecting in her mind and with another pulse of desire, she found herself slipping back under the daydream.

The tingle at her scalp made it easy, taking her highlighted hair to the next level as it surged from brunette with shades of blonde to a golden shimmer, honeyed and healthy as it pulled itself into a high ponytail and grew. Past her shoulders and down her back until the swishing length of it, her high heeled steps sending it side to side and catching the eye, stopped right at the center of her ass. No one who was behind her walking would be able to resist the very human urge to look at movement, and for Sarah she was getting her not-so-secret fantasies fulfilled by what she thought they would see.

Fit, full, firm… fuckable. Attention-seeking at its most base, the tight black high-waisted skirt barely covered and only enhanced the heart-shaped roundness of her rear and she couldn't be happier. All of her gym wear would be focused on drawing attention to her ass, and if she wasn't getting looked at then she would hit the weights all the harder until her peach was even more perfect. The curve of a well-toned rear and feminine hips guiding the eye from her slim waist down was an important part of the bimbo secretary’s arsenal. To be invitingly groped when leaning over a copier or on her boss's desk while she made little effort to hide her cravings, all but leading his hands too…

Not the most important part though, Sarah's hosed legs eager to remind her of how she got here in the first place and she couldn't disagree. How could she be an object of desire if she didn’t maintain her status as impeccably toned, nylon-clad temptation, to keep perfect balance on her stunningly high heels; her former kitten heels sharpening into the long black stiletto fangs of a lioness with every step down the hallway. What better way to convince the men of her office to give in to lust than the sight of her sashaying down the hallway, imagining the delicate texture of hosiery under their hand and gliding up fit thighs to find her bare pussy wet, pliant, and eager for a man.

Not that she’d leave them distracted for long as all of the ways the blonde bimbo she was imagining could service a cock filtered into her mind, causing a hum of utter delight to exit a plush, bitten lip. No, the job of a bimbo secretary was to make sure her boss and co-workers stayed focused and happy and she had to be ready to do anything for them. She did it for the love of the job, and this ideal image of Sarah loved her job.

Getting on the elevator, she caught a glance of movement in the mirror-shined surface of the walls, causing her hand to freeze right before she hit the button for the garage. It had been one thing to fantasize about in a hazy daydream that had left her aroused and ready for round two of a hand between her legs. It was an entirely different thing when Sarah stared wide eyed at the reflection of a smoldering secretarial bombshell that blinked when she did, her hand tan and manicured as it met its reflection touching the cool smooth surface of the elevator wall.

Sarah was very awake now, very aware of every inch of her buzzing skin as she tilted her head and watched the blonde do the same. Hazel eyes she'd known her entire life in a face that was hers yet wasn't, blemishes and softness reshaped to scalpel-sharp sensuality into a vision of perfection. No, that's not right. Manicured eyebrows narrowed as she looked down and opened up her purse, the grandma bag having found itself reshaped into a pink designer bag, some contents left alone and others new to her, like a small strawberry shaped perfume bottle, as Sarah dug for what she knew had to be in there.

With a little flourish, she removed the top of the thick tube of pink lip gloss, reapplying until her full lips were shining and inviting, and with a click the cap was back on it leaving Sarah to smoosh the plush cock-pillows together to ensure the gloss coated them evenly before releasing them with a satisfying and audible pop.

The sound echoed in the small elevator and made Sarah giggle, giddy delight setting her senses ablaze as she checked herself out in the mirror. I look… Fucking hot. Holy hell. No wonder Tina got her tits done these are… She didn't even bother to hold back a moan as her hands explored the large sensitive mounds attached to her chest, firm with an inviting amount of give and in the deep v-neck of the tight white sweater she was wearing there was enough of them showing off that no one would get the wrong message. Just like the satisfied squeal she released as her manicured hands explored her tight rear, not caring if anyone came in the moment as she flipped up her skirt to reveal it in all its curvy, spankable glory.

She always wondered how she'd react if any of the stranger rumors about Rapid Rivers proved to be true, and finding a hard nipple clearly visible through the thin wool of her shirt and tugging on it, sending bolts of pleasure to her naked and shaved sex underneath her pantyhose, wasn't on her list. She loved it, from the bottom of her 6-inch pumps to the top of her blonde ponytail she wouldn't change a thing. Even the sex-addled thoughts that were bubbling up, strawberry-scented perfume and arousal flooding the small elevator, were welcome if it meant she got to look like this. Hell, it would be a crime to have a body like this and not want to use it.

Diving back into her purse, she found her phone and after inspecting the shiny new pink case she was happy to note it was also still unlocked with her Face ID. Sarah immediately clicked on the PicUp app and while she barely used it there were a few photos for her to delete. Instead of a feeling of loss though, each deleted picture only brought her a feeling of much needed relief that she was making the right call. She was going from sad, mousey, and brown to pretty, plastic, and blonde and while her inner social commentator might have something to say about that later it was currently also admiring all the new photos she took in the elevator, including the one where her hand only just covered her naked pussy and revealed that she had no underwear on under her hose.

There was another surprise for her, marked right on the inside of her hip in clear, delicate cursive: The word 'Bimbo' visible underneath the sheer nylon as was the large pink kiss mark signing off at the end of it. Sarah found a finger gliding down along it, sending pulses of pleasure straight to her clit and up her spine. It forced her to take notice of the way her new tits sat high and large and impossibly round, their size and shape impossible without surgery.

Not unlike the sharp feminine angles that now made up her face, or the pink glossed cock-pillows so large she couldn't even close them properly, the cute gap she'd always had between her two front teeth now invitingly sensual. Instead of resisting, Sarah luxuriated in the feeling of her new identity wrapping around her mind like her favorite coat, letting out a purr of delight as it found ample space to expand in the void once occupied by her inhibitions and insecurities before they had exited together stage left.

Posting the photos of herself and her new tattoo to her PicUp account, Sarah was pleased to find another half-dozen new entries of other girls discovering the joys of going full #bimboskiss. It turns out she wasn’t the only woman finding themselves hot and horny and abso-fucking-lutely loving every bit of it.

Another giggle erupted as she adjusted her skirt back down and returned her phone to the pink purse, inspecting the obviously expensive and designer bag. While her current outfit fit perfectly, it was clear Sarah was going to have to go shopping. None of the old clothing she had at home would fit, much less match the image of raw appeal she felt her body deserved. Gym clothes, minidresses, miniskirts… pants were a no but bodysuits could be sexy, bodystockings from the bimbo store would be absolute bliss.

A frown started to form as her accountant mind made itself known to inform her bimbo mind that the fashion tab was starting to become a figure outside of her price range. She made decent money but maybe she could convince her boss's boss to give her a raise, especially if she walked into his office looking the way she did now…

On queue, the elevator dinged open as Fred Lawson released a heavy sigh, head leaned back and eyes closed as his legs followed the same pattern as always. Unlike most of his employees, Fred was both single and lived alone. Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep was his life and had been for the last twenty of his fifty years of living. It wasn't like he didn't have any hobbies, he enjoyed reading poems quite a bit, but since opening his own accounting firm the days and then weeks and then years had all just sort of blended together, the same routine unburdened by change.

Which was not the case today as his inhale clogged his senses with a heavy strawberry-scented fragrance that sent an unfamiliar heat from his brain, down his spine, and straight towards his crotch. He opened his eyes to discover someone else in the elevator with him for once, although outside of Carlos almost none of his employees stayed as late as he did so she must have come from one of the higher floors.

She was also like no one he'd ever been this close to, plush pink lips wet with gloss and biting with intent, hazel eyes behind her glasses familiar and yet… Fred was only human as his gaze dropped, and if the scent of her perfume had started to give him an erection the twin fleshy mounds barely covered by the thin white sweater she was wearing, high and prominent as she jutted them out, completed the job. He stared slack-jawed as they moved side to side, perfectly round coconuts all but asking for him to look as long as he pleased. Fred realized that that was exactly what he was doing when a light giggle escaped from the woman's mouth and he realized they were moving because she had put her hands behind her back and was showing them off.

"Oh uhh." Fred covered his mouth as he faked a cough, moving his briefcase and papers underneath an arm as he tried to maneuver and touch the button leading to the garage without touching her. "Sorry miss… I didn't mean to stare."

"That's alright Mr. Lawson, working late today as always?"

The shuddering of the elevator beginning its descent timed itself perfectly to the jerk of his body as a voice he did recognize, despite being draped in lustful femininity, entered his ear and put a name to the familiar hazel eyes of the blonde woman in the elevator with him.

"Miss Miller!?" He couldn't help the squeal of shock as in his surprise he dropped his briefcase and papers but it barely registered as he took in the face of the sensual young woman next to him. He could see it now that he knew, but also… Fred, like everyone else, had heard stories about Rapid Rivers but in all his years he'd never had anything happen to anyone he knew. That was no longer the case as the young woman several of his staff members had nicknamed Meek Mousey Miss Miller had been transformed into a… a… Seductively Sinful Secretarial Succubus.

He could hear his blood pressure visibly spike in his ears as his heart began to drown out concern and confusion in its efforts to replace what had left his brain to turn his cock rock solid.

"Oh my!" The busty blonde looked down at the mess he had left and back at him, and Sarah felt a smile tug at her lips at the expression on her boss's face and when she inspected the mess on the ground again… that smile tilted into a lustful smirk. "Let me get that for you sir."

It's like she's trying to to give me a heart attack! Fred couldn't do anything but stare as the creature of captivating and charming curves that Miss Miller had been turned into bent down, giving him full view down her sweater to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra and it would be so easy for anyone to slip a hand inside to test how firm and warm the enhanced flesh was. The temptation was impossible to keep from crossing his mind, not with Miss Miller obviously completely aware of her predicament and instead ensuring her every motion as she collected his things kept his thoughts firmly set to sin.

Peeking up from where she delicately balanced on the balls of her feet, cleavage on full display, Sarah raised her gaze to look at her boss and the thrill running through her at his shocked expression, at the power her body had over him as her eyes fell down to find a surprise tenting his slacks. Her tongue darted out unconsciously for a moment, letting her lips purse out and pop as Sarah made it clear she knew exactly where she was looking before glancing back up into Fred's flustered and flushed face. He couldn't look away from the molten flames glittering in her hazel eyes as Sarah tilted her head, adjusting the black frames of her glasses to get another look at his cock.

"Is there anything else I can help you with while I'm down here… sir?