There was a bounce in Harold Fillmore's step as he walked past Dwight the security guard towards his personal elevator, tucked away from the large lobby of the Southeast Financial Tower. He nodded his head towards the bemused man in greeting as the guard half expected the hedge fund CEO to break out into a whistle and click his heels in the air as he tapped the button for his office floor.

Dwight had worked at the SFT for decades, and while he'd known Harold for several of those years through these small interactions, it was only in recent weeks that the older gentleman had started to break from the habit of professional courtesy to knowing winks and chuckles as he walked to the elevator doors like the luckiest man in Rapid Rivers.

Harold knew what the difference was of course, his lovely wife Barbara having sent him a picture of her sitting on his desk in a manner that had him coughing and readjusting his growing erection despite being alone in the elevator. It was starting to become a regular occurrence, with Babs getting closer and closer to showing up during office hours and Harold didn't think he'd stop her. It would probably be a shock to several of his employees considering how different she'd become since the last office party.

They noticed the difference in Harold already after all, an extra boost of energy in the sixty-three year old as he went about the day with a certain sense of cheer. In comparison though, a pep in his step and in private a startling lack of need for the assistance of a little blue pill paled in comparison to the changes his wife had gone through.

He still felt a little guilty. He had been a donor of Patton Maybach's for years and both he and Barbara knew Lucille from various charity dinners and the Rapid Rivers Yacht Club. He figured when she reached out it was to invest the large fortune she secured after Patton's untimely death, not to discuss her spinning his passing into a political career for herself in her twilight years. That was before he met her again last month, the older woman looking decades younger, plush and full of vigor but with all the well-earned talent of using her feminine wiles on men far more experienced than himself.

Before he knew it, Harold had agreed to a large donation to her campaign, and was unable to resist her heavy breasts on his arm or her intoxicating perfume as she whispered breathlessly into his ear about some of the other… services she could offer, he had spent another small fortune on a 'makeover' for Barbara. He was better in the boardroom than the bedroom even before he got older, and while he still loved his wife, their physical relationship was passionless and their bedrooms separate. However, new fantasies triggered by Lucy of his Babs, busty and beautiful and eager, kept his second thoughts from taking hold until they fully vanished that first night where she returned transformed.

Harold had thought he was above some of his peers that spent their wealth chasing skirts and young trophy wives whose value lay in their skills between the sheets instead of in conversation. That was before he started waking up nearly every morning to plush pink lips devouring his cock, only loosening to wish him a good morning while sliding his dick between her massive soft breasts, smothering any shame he might feel in pleasure.

Babs transformation was clearly having an effect on him as well. Harold had been modestly endowed through most of his life but maybe it was her endless compliments or the way she mewled beneath him as he rammed into her willing bimbo pussy from behind, her enhanced ass rippling with every thrust but he'd never felt larger and more confident of his own sexual prowess in his life.

There were downsides of course; he had to take away her credit cards after she spent almost fifty thousand in a single shopping trip. The upsides of having a beautiful bimbo wife however caused his larger erection to put a hitch in his step as he got off the elevator and headed towards his office.

His enthusiasm slowed as he reached the door however, surprised to hear the sound of multiple feminine voices muffled by the thick wood. Harold felt suspicion and panic dry out his mouth, and those second thoughts he had about his decision snuck into the back of his mind as he tried to place who was speaking. He was confident he heard Barbara, but the subtle hint of an accent on one of the other voices was completely unfamiliar, with a third voice in the room chiming in occasionally and confusing him further. A sense of dread felt heavy in his chest as he swallowed, the weeks of indulging in his most base desires in a manner he'd never before explored had smothered any thoughts of consequences… thoughts that were beginning to bubble to the surface as he turned the handle and opened the door.

That fear of consequences doubled and tripled as he entered the room and the three women in the room turned to look at him, recognizing the unfamiliar voices now that he saw who they belonged to as Harold felt like he was breaking into a nervous sweat. Barbara was sitting on his desk, enhanced bimbo curves on full display in the miniscule lingerie she had hid under a small trench coat that was neatly folded next to her.

The years had been shaved off of her face and body, looking almost 30 years younger than her husband despite their birthdays only being a few days apart, breasts sitting high and proud and overflowing the tiny bra that she was wearing only for effect considering even without it they sat high, round, and fake on her chest. Her wasp-thin waist only drew more attention to her insane curves, especially his favorite part of the new her. Pounds of flesh had been added to her widened hips and thighs to give her the kind of ass that was left jiggling and moving long after she stopped the sex kitten walk her new body forced her to make. Even considering the company she was keeping at the moment and the situation he was finding himself in, his cock gave a little jump in excitement at the sight.

The other two women looked him up and down as he nervously closed the door, the young magician Tricksterella was more famous for her father and her brief tenure as a child actress than her heroics, but he watched enough of the news to know she was a member of the recently formed team of heroines in Rapid Rivers. He also recognized Voodoo Queen, the sorceress' gaze freezing him in his tracks as he looked back, the flowing black dress failing to hide one smooth caramel leg as her hip was cocked out to the side or a generous chest that rivaled his wife's.

"Ahh, just the man we were discussing. Ladies, this is my husband Harold. I'm sure he's already familiar with the two of you."

Sweat finally broke out along Harold's back as he raised his hand in greeting and nodded his head, his wife's eyes in her still-youthful face bright and intelligent and while he doubted the heroines in his office could hear it, after 30 plus years of marriage he knew there was venom hiding in her feigned politeness. He was in trouble.

"Umm.… Yes, the Ladies of Victory was it? And you're here because…"

"They're here, dear husband, because for the better part of a month I've been transformed into a bimbo and you'll never believe who is to blame."

Dear husband. Oh no, He was in a lot of trouble.

"Ahh… Babs, darling-"

His mouth slammed shut when she held up a hand, a smirk crossing her pumped-up pout as she looked at the heroines. "As I was telling these ladies, I was shocked to discover our good friend Lucy Maybach had started a business, much less one selling clothing that turned her customers into busty bimbos. Can you believe that? After all the money you've so graciously donated to her own husband over the years, would she go out of her way to turn me into a bimbo?"

"Well… umm…" Harold felt tongue-tied as the three women stared him down. Tricksterella looked amused at his discomfort while sea-green eyes continued to bore into him from behind a painted skull mask, Voodoo Queen having remained perfectly still as she waited for him to answer his wife.

"And then, after returning me to my senses would you like to know what they told me?" Barbara wasn't going to wait for him to stumble through any excuses considering he had certainly no complaints about her transformation up until today. "They told me that Lucy was actually offering that as a service for customers for a price, and just a few days before I went to visit her, you were telling me all about the generous donation you were going to send her as condolences for her husband passing away and for her mayoral campaign. Now those two things wouldn't be connected at all would they?"

"Donations? Ahh, well… no, that was umm…"

"And that is what I was trying to explain to these heroines. Certainly my husband of all people wouldn't be responsible for the state I find myself in. These past few years haven't been exactly passionate but our marriage isn't loveless, and no doubt Lucy must have robbed him of his own senses as much as she did mine, which would explain why I've been a bimbo for weeks and he hasn't said a thing, does that sound about right Harold?" The tone of her voice left no room for interpretation, as Harold swallowed another knot that had formed in his throat so he could mutter his assent.

"What was that darling?"

"Yes dear."

Barbara looked him up and down as he sat in the center of his own office, normally a place where he felt the most powerful and now felt guilt sending heat up his neck as the three women stared at him, and against his will some of that heat stretched down towards his crotch as Barbara's posture and tone lost its venom and she crossed her arms underneath her considerable and still exposed breasts, drawing his eyes towards them.

It didn't go unnoticed either, as Barbara scoffed and rolled her eyes before glancing at the two heroines in the office with them. "Men."

Tricksterella let out a pleasant laugh, while Voodoo Queen finally moved by standing straight and rolling her eyes in return, Harold left trying to figure out if there had been a ghost of a smile on her lips or if it was just a trick of the light as she was all business turning her attention back to Barbara.

"It'll be a few days for the effects to fully be removed, are you going to be alright?" Voodoo Queen's voice was softer than her expressions had been up until this point, the slight Southern lilt of her voice smoothing out the edges of her obvious annoyance at Harold.

"Oh yes dear, I'm sure you two have places to be and don't worry about us. Put him in the boardroom or a shareholder meeting and my Harold is stubborn and cutthroat as they come. Make him deal with a woman and… *sigh* Harold's never known how to handle feminine charms even at the best of times."

Voodoo Queen cocked her head but eventually nodded. "Okay. We're still not entirely sure about the after-effects of all of this but I'll tell you what I've been telling everyone else and the warning that should also be playing on the afternoon news. We had to come to you because of the special enchantments Lucy used, but we also did a mass-dispelling ritual back at the mall that should have also cleaned up your closet. That being said, it didn’t fully remove the spellwork so if you plan to return to normal I wouldn't wear any of the clothing for a few weeks or engage in any sort of activities that might reactivate it. Without the original magic guiding it we have no idea what Abigail's magic will do if it gets kicked on again."

"That's.… good to know. Well, you two be safe and hopefully the rest of your check-ins with anyone else affected goes as smoothly as this one."

The benign comment finally cracked Voodoo Queen who let out a quick bark of laughter, a hand swiftly coming up to stifle it from coming out as anything more. "Oh trust me cher, I can only hope. We've already caused two divorces today." Without her working to stifle it, her Louisiana accent slipped along with her mask for a moment before she composed herself. "Well, if you're fine with it we'll take our leave. Tricksterella, do you have a read on where we need to go next?"

The attractive magician adjusted her blue waistcoat and brushed off some imaginary dirt before holding up her hand, a ball of blue light appearing as wisps of energy danced within the magical confinement, a few beads of sharp pink light glowing on occasion. "Yup, three more to go and we'll be done for the day. Luckily the news will have that PSA for everyone who was less seriously affected to avoid giving into the urges of potential magical clothing and Chloe said a sign in the shop will help them fix any stragglers. It does suck that I'm still stuck with the night shift despite having to come in early though."

Tricksterella let the light fall away with a sigh as she stretched her neck, eyes going wide for a moment as a quick smile crossed her lips. "Hey! Do you mind if we stop somewhere real quick on the way? There's this coffee place in Hanoi that is to die for. They're probably opening up right around now and we can get a quick caffeine buzz going?"

"Sure, I could use an extra kick considering I'll probably be up doing paperwork all night thanks to that stupid dragon. Probably violated his magical entity visa but it's still a pain to get the State department to deport them-"

Harold and Barbara watched on, the former making a start of surprise as the two heroines made their exit with Tricksterella opening his office door to reveal not the hallways he had just walked down but an obviously foreign street draped in the golden light of dawn breaking over the horizon. Equally surprised was an Asian gentleman on a moped, the strange sight making him do a double take as he crashed into a bench, causing both women to wince as Voodoo Queen began to walk over to check on him, Tricksterella following and closing the door behind her with a snap.

The office was quiet as Harold moved over to the door and hesitantly opened it to reveal the familiar sight of his business in the Southeast Financial Tower and the familiar glint of the afternoon sun. He let himself breathe a sigh of relief as he let it close with a snap.

"Harold."

Ice began to freeze his veins as he turned around, his wife balancing on her heels now as she walked towards him, not bothering to hide that her bimbo body had resulted in giving her a sex kitten walk that was trying and failing to battle the chill in her tone.

"Babs… listen, I can explain-"

Harold shut his mouth as she put one manicured finger on his lips, close enough that he could smell her perfume and something else, something underneath all the fruity scents that spoke about what she could do with those curves directly to his most base urges.

"Did you fuck her Harold?"

"Hmm?" His brain was starting to malfunction with his wife, her hot body clearly on display as she leaned in close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her.

"Did. You. Fuck. Lucy. Maybach. Harold?" He could hear that Barbara was deadly serious, even as the blood thumping in his ears made it hard to recognize anything besides her heavenly chest pushing into him.

"Oh… No… I mean! No Babs, I'd never-"

His wife released a sigh as all the tension left her body at his words, leaving her to wrap her lithe arms around his waist and pull him into a hug. "Good. The thought of that whore touching my Harold, much less you falling into her clutches like that…"

"No Babs, I'd- I won't pretend that she certainly used her… talents to extract a larger donation out from me than I would have thought but it was just money. She might have implied I could of but I'd never cheat on you despite-"

"Despite agreeing to turn me into a sexpot bimbo, a horny greedy mess of tits and ass for you to fuck?" The crude language didn't match her soft tone, with Barbara still hugging him and an eyebrow quirking up along with her lips into a smirk. "No, like I told those girls I know you well enough after all these years that she made sure you were flustered and right where she wanted you before she pounced, and it was only after I showed up at this desk to give you a blowjob under it did you know what you were signing up for."

"That's not entirely true Babs… and I should have said something to someone. It's just that-"

She seemed intent on not letting him finish a sentence, drawing him into a sensual kiss that left his body responding automatically. Not that Barbara seemed to mind, her tongue enticing and dancing with his as his hands left her waist to explore that generous ass, cock hardening in arousal as he squeezed and massaged her perfect rear.

"It's just that…" She was breathless when they finally parted, his hands still on her ass and a gentle squeeze causing her to make a soft sound. "We haven't had sex like this since we were in our 30s." One of her hands reached between them to stroke his cock through his pants and found him fully erect. "And that you've discovered yourself to be an ass man."

"Guilty as charged." He couldn't stop himself from giving said ass a generous slap, causing a squeak of surprise from his wife. "Sorry! I was getting ahead of myself since I just-"

"Love my big bimbo butt?"

"Err.… Well… "

"You can say it dear." There was a smile in her voice as Barbara began kissing around his chin and neck, loosening his tie while the other hand deftly undid his belt and snuck into his pants to find what she was looking for. "Go on." She let the sound of her lips leaving a trail of lipstick go extra loud with each enunciation. "Say 'I love my wife's Big. Bimbo. Butt."

"I love-" He couldn't stop a jump and a groan as her hand found his cock, her grip velvet soft as she stroked him free of his pants. "My wife's big bimbo butt."

"Of course you do, Harold. It's so sexy isn't it, just like these big bimbo tits you love."

"Uh huh" He couldn't stop himself from bringing up one of his hands, that strange not-scent underneath her perfume having him keeping time with her strokes while he groped and thumbed a hard and heavy nipple on her huge tits, much to her satisfaction. "I love your big bimbo tits Babs."

"Just like I’m sure you love these juicy bimbo lips darling." He didn't need to respond as she pulled him into another kiss, far less sensual and more raw with need as his hands played with her curvaceously enhanced body. Harold could feel the heat radiating off her as she grinded into him, and when their lips parted this time they were both breathing heavy.

"Babs darling…"

"Oh Harold.… don't worry, I forgive you. You weren't the only one that has been enjoying it after all…" She removed his hand from her ass, letting him feel how soaked through her barely-there panties were. "That being said, if you want my full forgiveness…"

"Anything Babs." Harold meant it too, letting a finger curl against the slick, sensitive nub of her clit. At odds with how hard his cock was, he was literally putty in her hands.

"I'll need my credit cards back. The LoV is going to close the Bimbo's Kiss for a few days but after it opens back up I'm going to need clothes to fit this hot bimbo body. Nothing that won't let me keep my wits about me, but I am equally invested in keeping these tits. In fact, I can already feel the magic starting to come back and what kind of activities we should be getting into if we want that. That is something we both want, right darling?"

"Uh huh."

"-and of course since you're responsible for all of this, you'll forgive me for some… slight moments of infidelity that happened when I wasn't fully myself."

"How *grunt* How slight?" His wife knew exactly what she was doing as she stroked him, just enough pressure to keep his hips jerking forward but not enough to really orgasm off of.

"Mmm… you did say anything Harold." He couldn't think straight with her body pushed up against him, those gorgeous breasts squishing up against his chest and her intoxicating scent sinking into his skin. Even if it wasn't his fault his wife was like this now, in the moment he knew he'd even forgive her of murder if it meant the chance to watch her delectable derriere jiggle and bounce on his cock instead of just her hand stroking him.

"S-sure Babs. Anything. You weren't yourself but… who?"

"Well there was Ricky, our pool tech, I was out there in that tiny gold bikini and the young man was just so interested in helping me put on sunscreen I may have given him a false idea of how someone's virginity should be taken…"

"Okay well…

"-and then there was our gardener, Jesus, who I thought was doing such a good job of trimming the hedges that he might trim mine and of course he was equally talented at that task and felt he deserved a little reward."

"That's.… probably a bit much but-"

"Oh! And there was Maria, the young woman who does our housekeeping? I needed a professional opinion on that french maid costume I wore for you two weeks ago. She asked me if I'd ever had my pussy eaten out by another woman before and I couldn't believe what I'd been missing out on! Darling, she could definitely give you some pointers like she's been giving me because-"

"Barbara!"

"Oh hush Harold, I can feel how much harder you got while imagining watching me and her together… That does sound like a fun evening though. Now let's see… It was definitely an accident this time but I was walking down the street when a man bet me $10 I couldn't pick up a quarter off the ground. Obviously I thought I could but he had glued it and while I was bent over-"