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And another.

Within seconds, the sound had traveled through the rows of cubicles like a wave.

Jane stared at her monitor.

"Seriously?"

The word barely left her mouth before another groan escaped her.

That was becoming embarrassing.

It hadn't even been a week.

Five days ago, their company had been sold to a corporation nobody in the office had ever heard of. Five days ago, Jane had still known exactly what her job was, who made decisions, and what was expected of her.

Now?

She wasn't even sure what department she technically belonged to.

She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples.

Barbara's face appeared in her memory. Their former CEO had been the first warning sign.

Barbara had always been composed. Serious. Sharp enough to make experienced managers nervous during meetings.

Then the acquisition had been announced.

Barbara had walked into the conference room wearing an expression Jane could only describe as giddy. She'd laughed through the entire presentation. Not her usual polite chuckle. High-pitched and breathless giggles.

Jane had watched in disbelief as their normally intimidating CEO bounced from one topic to another, praising the new owners as though they'd personally given her the best present imaginable.

The next morning, Barbara hadn't been at work.

Neither had most of the male employees.

By lunchtime, Jane had learned that every remaining member of the office staff was female.

Nobody seemed to know why, nor particularly concerned.

That should have been weird enough.

Instead, things had gotten stranger.

Training videos had appeared on every computer.

Meetings had been scheduled with the new HR representatives.

Jane still remembered those meetings with uncomfortable clarity.

The representatives were all blonde. All dressed like some slutty parodies. Blue blouses that barely contained obviously fake breasts, combined with skirts that hid nothing. And the impossible heels on those pumps just screamed attention whores.

Worse, they all looked remarkably similar.

They spoke with bright smiles and endlessly cheerful voices, explaining the company's "new culture" while giggling at things Jane hadn't found remotely funny.

Jane had tried to listen. Somewhere around the third meeting, she'd fallen asleep. She hadn't even realized it until Melissa woke her. After that, the days blurred together.

Training.

Meetings.

More training.

More smiling representatives.

The office itself had changed too. The harsh fluorescent lighting had been replaced by softer illumination. The walls had been decorated with pink accents.

And now there was music. Soft music. Gentle tones that seemed to seep into every corner of the office.

Jane stared at her monitor. A tiny pink dot pulsed in the corner of the screen. Three times. Each pulse coincided with a faint note from the speakers.

Jane's shoulders tensed. She hated that dot. She hated the music. Most of all, she hated the way she couldn't look away.

The dot pulsed again.

A warm sensation spread through her chest.

Jane frowned.

"No."

She reached for the mouse.

Her cursor hovered over the corner of the screen.

She could close the window. She knew she could. Her finger rested on the button. Then the dot pulsed. Jane groaned.

This time, she couldn't tell whether the sound came from frustration or something different.

Again the groaning traveled through the room, perfectly in tube with the music.

A clacking sound announced the arrival of an HR-girl.

"Jane Forrester, you have been summoned for another session. Your dot-compliance level has reached a wonderful number," she giggled. "You haven't clicked on it all morning. Good girl."

The praise raised through Jane's whole body. Every nerve it touched trembled with unexplainable pleasure. Between her legs melted her core, it flooded from her folds without resistance.

"Thank you, Miss Bimbo Doll," she moaned. The words flowed from her lips without any understanding. Her body moved as if strings directed all her decisions. She stood up, posture straight, breasts and butt pushed out.

The blonde woman in the typical blue nodded and turned around. Swaying hips beckoned Jane to follow. Clacking heels demanded compliance.

Jane's mind swirled with drowning confusion, submissive bliss filled her thoughts. Like a puppet she danced to the soothing tube and groaning symphony.

The blonde brought her to an elevator she had never seen before. Giggling the woman pushed her through the opening entrance.

"Enjoy the ride, cutie. Let's see what the corporation desires from you," the bimbo doll sang.

Jane stumbled into the pink illuminated chamber. No buttons with number rested besides the closed doors. The elevator shook as it started to move. A second set of shifting doors enclosed the space tightly.

A different sound filled the chamber. White noise mixed with bineural tones pressed against her ears. Limbs grew numb as she stiffened even more. But the strange reaction didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead a deep sense of relaxation settled within her. It reminded her of all those training videos.

"Good employees listened to their brainwashing," she whispered. A surge of ecstasy throbbed through her cunt.

Pink fog filled the elevator. It smelled like strawberries. Hazey clouds tickled her skin. Giggles spilled from her lips. A pressure filled her chest and hips. Taking deep breaths of the wonderful stench, she felt her clothes tighten against her curves.

Looking down, she saw how the line of her bust covered more and more of the ground. Hard nipples pierced through the stretching fabric. The sight tickled more giggles from her smiling mouth. In response the expanding flesh jiggled pleasantly.

Jane felt trembling bliss squirt from her puffy pussy. Hot molten thoughts and individuality ran down her legs, collecting in a pool between her feet.

A sudden stop sent her whole voluptuous figure into a jiggling mess. Every wave made her giggle even more. For minutes she stood in the elevator and just let her body wiggle.

Finally when it stopped she bid into a lower lip that was far thicker than she anticipated. One finger twirled a curly blonde wisp.

The doors opened. Jane exited the chamber into a walkthrough wardrobe. On a screen the funny pink dot appeared. "Jane Forrester, you have been chosen to be another Bimbo Doll. Please acknowledge the new designation Miss Bimbo Doll."

Giggling, Miss Bimbo Doll nodded. "Like sure. Miss Bimbo Doll like totally is Miss Bimbo Doll."

The dot pulsed. Miss Bimbo Doll's cunt responded in kind.

"Very good. Please dress in the Miss Bimbo Doll uniform and return to the elevator. Then send down Melissa Gown. Miss Bimbo Doll copies.

It was as though everyone had somewhere far more important to be.

Stranger still was the way they dressed. Not everyone at first. Just a handful, but with each day the number grew. As if a virus was making the rounds.

Practical outfits slowly gave way to clothes Chloe would have expected to see at a nightclub or in a porn magazine. Bright colors mixed with short lengths. Tight silhouettes, breasts and butts spilling out. Dramatic makeup that only existed to tantalize the viewer. Every week there seemed to be more students adopting the same strangely risque style.

Ordinarily Chloe would have dismissed it as another trend. College campuses were breeding grounds for those.

This didn't feel like one. Fashion trends spread through visibility and recognition. This seemed different. People didn't seem excited. They seemed compelled.

And none of them actually went anywhere. The moment lectures ended, they hurried home. Not to parties or into the city, they just went home.

That was what unsettled Chloe the most. She drummed her fingers against the notebook lying open before her. The pages remained blank.

Her thoughts kept circling back to Amanda.

Amanda had been among the first to change. That, more than anything else, made Chloe pay attention. She and Amanda had spent nearly three years studying together.

Amanda had always been the dependable one. The kind of friend who reminded everyone else about assignment deadlines and somehow always carried spare pens.

She'd possessed an almost older-sister quality, quietly looking after people without drawing attention to it.

That hadn't disappeared. Amanda still checked whether Chloe had eaten lunch. Asked how exams were going. And smiled with the same warmth.

But everything else?

Everything else had shifted.

Her movements had become slower, almost rhythmic, as though she unconsciously moved to music only she could hear. She spoke with a dreamy confidence Chloe had never heard before.

Sometimes, in the middle of a perfectly ordinary conversation, Amanda's attention would drift away for several seconds before returning as though nothing had happened.

And every evening, she rushed home. Which was impressive in the kind of heels her friend wore now.

Chloe shivered despite the warmth of the afternoon. A feeling pooled into her stomach that she usually ignored to name.

It was ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

People didn't change this much in a single month. Not without a reason.

She closed her notebook with a quiet snap.

Enough.

She'd spent weeks watching from the sidelines, telling herself it was none of her business.

That ended today.

Amanda was still her friend. If something was happening to her; Chloe intended to find out what.

Determined she left the empty library behind. Her steps echoed with purpose. In no time she reached the entrance hall.

And there was Amanda. A tight white blouse struggled to cover her friends breasts, black lace drew easily the attention to the well-rounded globes. Long cascades of raven waves gave the illusion of propriety. But the tight stockings and rather short skirt combined with a pair of rediculously high pumps destroyed it easily again. And yet, Chloe had to admit as butterflies tickled her insides, all of it carried that tantalizing atmosphere of care.

Shaking her head, Chloe tried to hold onto her worry. "Amanda," she cried.

Her friend turned around. Glazed eyes softened as they found Chloe's. A slip of drool dropped from plump red lips. "Chloe," she whispered softly.

The loving tone mixed with a sensual undercurrent sent shivers down Chloe's spine. Swallowing down the forming lump, Chloe grabbed her resolve.

"Amanda, I don't care if you have something to do, or planned. I'm going home with you!"

Amanda stood still for a moment. Her posture stiffened. Chloe thought it strange, but whatever she saw only lasted a second. Her friend's eyes sharpened with a familiar intelligence. Yet, the gaze made something primal in the back of Chloe's mind stand at attention. Hairs on her neck raised.

"Of course," Amanda murmured. "I'm sorry if you felt left out, Chloe. There is something wonderful I have to show you at home."

The word wonderful slipped through Amanda's lips like a moan. Chloe licked her lips. "Yeah? Well. Then let's go."

Glossy, cherry lips curled into a bright smile. "Yes. It's something Laura introduced me to. You will love it."

Ignoring the instinct to flee, Chloe nodded and left with Amanda.

The way to Amanda's apartment was uneventful. Not that Chloe focused on much, besides her friend's rolling hips. They entered Amanda's home.

And a cold shiver ran through Chloe.

Velvet had replaced sensible colors. A strong mix of lavender and musk filled the air. Ordinary furniture had been replaced. A gigantic screen dominated the room. A leather chair, a queen-sized bed and strange things Chloe couldn't name were all focused on the display. Wands, dildos and even more depraved toys rested in reachable distance.

And then there were the cushions. They displayed an Anime character Chloe had never seen anywhere. But they all resembled Amanda in some way. The haircut, the posture, even they style of clothes and underwear!

"What the hell!"

Amanda strolled to the computer connected to the screen, ignoring Chloe's outburst.

"Amanda!" Chloe's foot tapped with a nervous rhythm. "What the hell. This is crazy. It must have cost not only a fortune, but how will you live and study here."

But Amanda didn't react to her friend. Instead she navigated a small dancing Anime figure over a rather pornographic wallpaper.

Chloe breathed her anger out through the nose. "Are you listening?"

A loud bang made Chloe jump. She turned around and saw that the exit door had fallen close. A click alerted her that the lock had been turned.

Heart beating faster she grabbed the handle, but nothing moved.

"What's the meaning of this! Amanda you are damn well scaring me!" Chloe's voice shook, she turned her head. Only to see that her friend stood very close. Faster than Chloe could react, Amanda pressed a wet cloth onto her face. A pleasant, fruity smell filled her nose. Before even the smallest thought of resistance entered her mind, she had breathed in deeply. Her head started to spin as Amanda pressed her against the door. Breasts squished against breasts. With every second the fog inside her mind grew. Her inhalation grew ragged as she gasped for air. But regardless of how her eyes stang with tears, Amanda simply smiled and drooled.

Finally the world turned black, as Chloe drifted into unconsciousness.

***

Groggy, Chloe woke up. Her eyes fluttered open. Strobing lights brushed over her face. As she tried to stretch, she noticed her wrists and ankles were bound together. A gag filled her mouth. Dimly she felt a pair of headphones on her head. Soothing music danced in her ears.

Panicked her eyes tore open. And what she saw filled her with dread. And a strange sense of anticipation.

On the gigantic screen stood a parody of a woman in front of a spiral. Her blonde hair was bound into a high ponytail. A bit gleamed between pink plump lips. Drool ran down a chin. And dropped onto ridiculous melons of tit flesh. Pink leather held the impossible globes up, while the waist beneath was pressed together only to flate out into a massive butt and round hips. The hourglass figure did not hide the yellow ponytail behind the woman's back. Her arms were bound together in the back. And her legs were encased in pink leather boots that ended in hoof shaped shoes.

It was such a rediculous outfit and design, Chloe knew she should be laughing or disgusted. Instead her cunt throbbed with an unexplainable need.

The figure started to walk. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clopping hooves filled her ears, each step in perfect rhythm with the music.

Another surge of hot desire burned between her thighs.

"Welcome back, Goon Doll," echoed a feminine voice. Sultry overtures mixed with a breathy quality caught Chloe's attention. The voice sounded familiar. Yet, Chloe didn't know why.

"We at Hentai Sluts dot net are always so proud for another Goon Doll to join. Willing. Or not."

Shivering, Chloe moaned into the gag.

"We are so glad that you have been chosen for our newest Hentai Slut, Ponygirl Raidah. Just look at her, Goon Doll. Look at how beautiful she is. And how she fulfills her duties."

Trembling, Chloe couldn't tear away her gaze from the Anime figure.

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

Foot settled in front of foot. Hips rolled. Butt jiggled. Tails danced. And boobs bounced.

Each movement drummed against Chloe's mind. The impossible curves smothered her thoughts. Wetness squirted from her melting cunt. Need pooled inside her core.

"Goon Dolls always edge for their Hentai Sluts. It's their duty. Goon Dolls always emulate their Hentai Sluts. It's their duty. Goon Dolls earn money for their Hentai Sluts. It's their duty."

The words clopped through Chloe's mind. They rode in on Raidah's irresistible stroll.

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

Deeper and deeper they traveled, trampling down what Chloe had once been. Everything seemed so simple. Raidah was a dutiful Ponygirl. A hot Hentai Slut. Chloe was her dutiful Goon Doll. Another slutty Ponygirl. Another hot surge flowed through every nerve, settling between her legs. She felt so close. But before any release could grasp her, she bit down on the gag. She rode the wave like a dutiful mound. She couldn't cum. She had to be like Raidah. Hot. Big boobs. And that delicious ponytail rammed deeply into her butt.