Suzanne's Transformation Headquarters

I stole it.

Oh! Giggle. Do I need it?

Let’s see. What does a good girl do?

Um, obey you?

Yup! See? You don’t need it.

He wanted to just have fun watching the game with his buds at Hooters, but I told him I could do him one better and get him and his bros personal service at our place.

And unlike an actual Hooters girl, I don’t mind when guys grab my ass.

Well, for one, Sally didn’t expect her husband to change her into a copy of Denise, the college intern in his office.

The vacation was fun – why wouldn’t it be? – but it definitely felt weird enjoying the volcano and surf lessons and luau while in the body of a 21-year-old coed. 

And she still couldn’t get over calling her partner of 10 years “Mr. Smith.”

Or how much it made her pussy ache when he called her a cocktease.

The Jiggle Job

When Sapphie climbed up the steps of the lower ground floor of the centre a great flood of thoughts invaded her previously numbed brain. One question though was central to it all. Is this wrong?

Leaving classes in the bimbo teen programme was strictly forbidden, let alone leaving the entire floor and yet Sapphie didn’t feel any guilt or shame in doing so. She felt desperate to take action, to make some sort of gesture that even she didn’t quite understand. Even though she’d been in the programme for almost a month, learning how to be a bimbo day in and day out, it was only now that the lessons had started to feel stifling. Sapphie felt a great need to escape, to breathe, to clear her head for a second, although ironically it was gripped by mind control and deep seated suggestions. Now was her chance and she was intent to make the most of it.

As she strutted down the hallway in tall sparkly heels she wondered if the instructors had noticed that she was missing. Even if they had she was confident that she had plenty of time. The centre where she was housed was huge, a multi-purpose built structure courtesy of BMBO, and with multiple floor and exits it would be difficult to find an escapee. She paused briefly to observe a map on the wall and focused hard to read all the different functions of the place. The bimbo teen programme was housed in the basement of course but other floors contained huge auditoriums and conference rooms for BMBO employees and another section was designed specifically to train BMBO agents. Along with restaurants, offices and an eerily sounding mind research area it was the perfect place to sneak around.

Eventually Sapphire found herself in a small canteen. There weren’t many people eating or much staff at the front and she was able to pass through without being questioned, despite hungry glares from some of the guys at her youthful body. Here there was floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the grounds of the centre.

Sapphire took a moment to look out and observed a group of men doing some manoeuvres on a field. She didn’t know them personally but recognised their training gear. These were novice BMBO agents training to be part of the elite team that extracted women for processing at bimbo conversion centres. Her heart melted at the sight. All the girls in the bimbo teen programme had a soppy soft spot for the strong, athletic figures, despite the work they did. They had been indoctrinated by BMBO after all and it was hard to shake physical attraction. It was also at this moment, mind swirling with lust and intent and overall confusion, that she figured out exactly what she wanted to do.

Her pace increased as she found the door and burst through. She clambered up more stairs and when she opened another door at the top she was hit by a gentle Spring breeze. She savoured the fresh air and was relieved that the spectator seats to the sports field were all empty. Sapphie hurried to the edge and when she looked out she had a better view of both the pitch and the men. There was about fifty of them and from above she could see they were taking part in some sort of impromptu obstacle course. Her heart beat rapidly as she prepared and when she was ready she put two fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp, shrill whistle.

The men all looked in her direction at the sound and instantly they returned their affection, giving her claps and wolf whistles and condescending sexual remarks that her comprised mind savoured. After a dainty wave she hoisted up her thin top and pulled open her furry jacket. The guys roared with delight when they caught sight of her bare boobs and laughed as she bounced on the spot to make them jiggle. Her face reddened with confidence and sexual excitement but it all quickly ended.

Two hands were under her armpits and dragging her away. Startled she looked and saw two BMBO guards dragging her back downstairs. Once she was back near the steps to the basement she was met with the stern, stony faced malice of two of her instructors.

“Naughty girl”, one remarked with a generous stare at her tits which were still on show and then to the guards, “Take her to the punishment room. Little Sapphie here needs some ‘extra tuition’”.

She allowed herself to be taken without so much as a shrill of protest.

“Why did she not try to escape?” The other instructor mused to his colleague. “She hasn’t had that much mind control influence. I’m sure she would have had the will to escape”.

“Because she’s special. She must have a natural inclination towards male attention and thrill seeking. She’s evidently wasted in the bimbo teen programme. We’ll give her a crash course and get her passed quickly. This girl has other duties to attend to. I’ll make the arrangements”.

Sapphie slapped the mop on the floor and hummed a mindless tune as she cleaned. She couldn’t have been happier. After her brief yet daring escape from the bimbo teen programme two years ago her life had changed for the better.

There was a window of time when she had felt very special. Sapphie had been fast tracked through the programme as intended but this included being pushed to the front of the queue for all mind control sessions, practical exercises and given her own gym instructor. Her surgery had also been prioritised, so much so that her boob job and butt implants had almost appeared quicker than her dim mind could comprehend. By the time she left the basement she was a new woman and despite the speed she felt more than ready for her duties, wherever BMBO decided to assign her.

For the ordinary girl having a job as a changing room cleaner would have been demeaning and insulting but for Sapphie it was a dream position, especially as she got to work in the huge centre where she had been trained. Her uniforms all consisted of tight and skimpy gym gear which was nice and snug as well as comfortable. Once her shift was over she still had access to all the site facilities such as the salon, manicure suites and tanning booths along with the spa and the gym area. In the building she wasn’t just seen as ‘some girl to be converted’. Now she was a familiar sight, the dumb bimbo who wiggled her tiny tits and became part of the staff. Sapphie was talked about in the gossip and in turn was a small part of the facilities’ history. That was good enough for her.

Suddenly the quiet of the room was interrupted. Sapphire heard the men coming down the corridor and quickly abandoned her duties, slapping the mop back into the bucket and sliding it into a corner. She hurried out of her uniform so that she was left in her meagre lingerie, the ones that barely contained her new plastic perks, and tottered into the centre of the room. When they entered the changing room she was met by a mass of muscly men, quickly stripping out of their extraction agent uniforms after a hard days training. The scent of their male sweat instantly overwhelmed her, knees buckling and pussy moistening. Her other duty, in the extraction agent wing of the centre, quickly entered the forefront of her dizzy mind.

“How can this bimbo fucktoy serve you?” She squeaked in her silly sing song voice.

The guys didn’t address her. Instead hands lunged at her from all sides, grabbing at her flesh and pulling her towards their eager cocks.

Sapphie embraced the attention and allowed the men to have their way, fully prepared to be wet and covered in cum by the time they left. Her heart soared in joy as the cocks thrust into her holes.

Check out my DeviantArt page for past material that was deleted in the Tumblr purge and more explicit pictures.  https://www.deviantart.com/bpap

Elixir of Lust

“Hmm, I don’t know about this Little Miss”.

“Of course you don’t. You don’t know about anything. That’s exactly why we’re here”.

When master’s daughter had burst into her room and shared her secret DimKim was surprised. If there was a secret room in the house then she was sure master would have informed her. She was the bimbo maid after all. Every room had to be spotless, that was what he had said. Besides young Hanna was known for being a liar and a trickster, particularly to the vulnerable and easily manipulated DimKim. It was almost a hobby for the girl to tease her. Yet it was hard to dismiss the other part of her news.

“There it is, like I said”, Hanna declared pointing at the object in the middle of the room. “I bet you anything the elixir is in there”.

It was this promise that had encouraged DimKim to totter after the teen, so excited and hopeful that she hadn’t finished getting changed. Apparently Hanna had found an item to reverse the bimbo affects that she was suffering with, a way to restore intelligence and bring her back to the way she used to be. It was a prospect that was hard to ignore and DimKim didn’t get much of an opportunity to think it over. She barely had independent thought and was worried that if she didn’t follow Hanna then she would never know for sure.

“Well go on, take a look”.

Hanna gave DimKim’s left bum cheek a hard swot with the palm of her hand, causing the girl to squeak in surprise and stumble further into the dimly lit room. The first part of her secret had been true at least. The secret location had been in the library. DimKim had watched as Hanna approached the large, red, leather-bound book ‘BMBO: A History’ and pushed it into the shelf where it resided. There was a soft click before the bookcase parted, revealing the area. Hanna gave her a clear ‘I told you so’ raise of the eyebrows and together they had hovered on the threshold.

Now she was further inside DimKim looked around. The place was sparsely furnished and understandably very dusty. Besides the ornate plinth that presumably contained the so called elixir the only other furniture was an old leather couch and antique chest. There was no light source other than that which came from the library and of course there were no windows or doors. The footsteps from her teetering heels echoed off the concrete walls, exemplified by the wooden floor as she got closer.

DimKim’s curious doe eyes marvelled at the decorations on the plinth. It looked very old and yet very elegant. Bending above the bowl she could see a liquid inside. The contents were still and clear. The light didn’t reach inside so It was difficult to make out the colour. She placed her fingers around the edge and dropped her mouth open slightly as she squinted inside.

“We haven’t got all day DimmyKimmy. Are you going to drink it or what?”

DimKim looked back and tried with every ounce of her existing intelligence to read Hanna’s face. Her mouth was slid into a smirk but these days that was almost a permanent feature on the cheeky girl’s face. Her eyes were wide in interest and arms folded as a sign of impatience. It didn’t look like she was going to close the exit and flee given the way her legs were crossed, her heel tapping on the wood.

“Why don’t I put this a different way”, the teen continued. “As your superior I order you to drink it. In this house you are the lowest of the low and my daddy is the head of the household. In his absence I’m in charge so dip your dirty fingers inside, scoop it up and bring it up to your slutty lips. Drink!”

DimKim wasn’t entirely sure of her logic, especially when it came to obeying her orders but she figured she had little choice in the matter.

“Yes, Little Miss”, she whispered as she slid her hands inside.

The liquid was stone cold to the touch and as she brought it upwards she could see it was as colourless as water. Pressing her palms to her lips she took the drink in one tentative sip.

“So…How was it?” Hanna asked.

“Mmmm, tastes like…lemonade”, she replied, smacking her lips together in content. “Sweet….sticky…I’m gonna have some more”.

As she dipped in she was vaguely aware of the high pitched giggle that escaped Hanna’s lips and the sound of her footsteps as she scurried away. When she took the second gulp DimKim realised two things. One was that the drink obviously had some addictive qualities and two, her intelligence was exactly the same. In fact it seemed like she was getting dumber more than anything. Before long she was taking a third and fourth handful, smiling as bubbles seemed to tickle on her tongue, more like popping candy than a fizz.

“DimKim!”

When master bellowed into the room she had drunk more than half of the bowl. She had no idea how much time had passed but now that her attention had been brought away from it she felt severely dizzy and light headed. She wasn’t able to form a single thought in her brain and when she opened her mouth to speak she couldn’t remember how to form any words.

“Mass…massa” She drooled. “Da…dada?”

“Oh my god what are you doing!” He cried as he stepped inside, grabbed the top of her arm and dragged her out of the room. “That stuff lowers IQ you dummy and the process is irreversible. I leave you for a minute and this happens!”

“Nah, wan more”, DimKim squealed scrabbling back towards the plinth desperately but unable to due to master’s strength.

When they were back in the library DimKim caught sight of Hanna. She was dressed and acting much younger than her seventeen years, eyes wide and innocent, hand pressed to her heart in false concern.

“I thought she was cleaning Daddy”, she said softly. “If only I’d known I would have stopped her, honest”.

“I know you would darling”, he replied, his anger lessening slightly. “Jeez, there’s no way she can perform her maid duties now. She’s practically a vegetable. I’m going to have to hire another bimbo. God knows how much that is going to cost. How an earth did she find out about that room?”

“I’ve no idea”, Hanna lied, looking down and shuffling a foot on the carpet. “Daddy, since DimKim can’t do her chores anymore can I have her? Maybe I can find some menial jobs for her to do that her intelligence can cope with”.

“I guess so. I suppose DimKim should count herself lucky that you’re so kind and caring. Now Daddy needs to go into the office and make some calls to clear this mess up. Can you make sure no one disturbs me please?”

Hanna nodded as he walked away leaving her and DimKim alone.

“You really are a dim Kim”, she smirked. “So dim in fact that you’ve wound up as my dolly. Come, come DimKim, or should I say Barbie. I’ve got some life-size outfits for you to try on and when we’re done playing dress up you can start your new duties. I’ve got an ‘itch’ between my legs and I’m sure your tongue will be just perfect to ‘hit the spot’”.

Check out my DeviantArt page for past material that was deleted in the Tumblr purge and more explicit pictures.  https://www.deviantart.com/bpap