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Michelle's Dream Life

"Look, the neural stimulation technology is rife with potential for abuse,” Michelle told the head of R&D. “Before you push ahead with building a prototype, we need to bring in an ethicist and establish clear guard rails for what the machine can and can’t be used for before you find out if it works or not.”

Jim shook his head.

“I don’t think you understand just how ground breaking this technology is, Michelle,” he said. “It could literally change the world! The science is out there. Someone is going to develop the technology. The only question is if we want to be the first!”

“That’s not the only question, Jim!” Michelle said. “This thing won’t just be a treatment for anxiety and PTSD. It could literally be used for mind control if we’re not careful!”

Jim smirked and pulled out a small silver box with a blue glass window.

“You really think this could be used for mind control, Michelle?”

The blue window began glowing.

“Wh..what is that?” She demanded. “You can’t have a prototype already! It’s months away!”

But Michelle felt strange and couldn’t look away from the blue light.

“You’re right, Michelle. This can’t be the prototype. It’s years away from development. And it probably wouldn’t work even if it did exist.”

“It…probably wouldn’t…work?” She asked.

But what was that thing? And why did she feel so strange.

“Just relax, Michelle,” Jim said. “Everything is fine. There’s no such thing as mind control. You feel silly for even mentioning it.”

“There’s no such thing as mind control…” she agree. “I feel silly…”

“It feels good to admit you were wrong and being ridiculous, doesn’t it Michelle? You’re so relieved to know your mind isn’t being controlled that you don’t even care that you were acting like an idiot,” Jim said.

Michelle giggled.

“I was being a total idiot!” She agreed. “It feels good to admit it!”

“Still, I think this experience shows you probably need to explore other career options, Michelle,” he said. “You don’t want to work for a company that makes devices that don’t work.”

“No, I don’t want that,” she agreed.

“You’re very excited to explore new career opportunities, “ he said.

“Very excited!” She agreed.

“And you want my help finding a new career because I know you so well and you trust me so much. You do trust me, don’t you Michelle?” He asked.

“So much!” She said. “You just know me so well!”

“of course I do!” he said. “Take your shirt off. I want to check something.”

“You have a very nice body, Michelle, “ he observed once she had removed her top. “You must be very proud of it.”

“I must be!” She said proudly.

“I read in your profile in the employee news letter that you were on the dance squad in college and you do Zumba three times a week,” he said, “You must really love to dance.”

“I DO love to dance! “ she said

He knew her so well!

“You would be so happy if you could dance for a living and get paid to show off your body, Michelle. That would be a dream come true! You’d never have to worry about ethics or mind control or anything too thinky. If you could dance for a living, you wouldn’t have a care in the world!” He said.

“Not a care in the world!” She agreed.

“You don’t like to think too hard about stuff, do you Michelle? You’re really kind of a bimbo. And you’re proud of that,” he observed.

“I’m proud to be a bimbo!” She proclaimed, then giggled. Jim knew her so well!

“You know, I know a guy who’s hiring bimbo dancers,” he said. “I could introduce you.”

“Really? That’d be awesome! A dream come true! “

“But if I’m going to do you a favor, you should do me a favor, “ he reasoned.

“Of course! “ Michelle agreed. “What can I do for you? “

***

The crowd showered the stage with bills as Michelle threw off her bra and shook her titties. The thrill of dancing never got old!

Several of her old work mates were watching tonight. They were all so supportive of her new career! Plus they were such good tippers! Apparently the company had gotten VERY profitable after she left. Not that she had any regrets! Shaking her fine ass on stage was very profitable too, after all!

And she wasn’t the only one who chose a different career path. A couple of the other bimbos from the company danced at the club now too! Jim was nice enough to introduce them all to his friend the club owner. But privately Jim assured her she was easily the best dancer, better than sluts who had been doing it for years! And he didn’t just say that because he was fucking her. He really meant it!

After all, it wasn’t like she was the only bimboslut he was fucking. Her man got a LOT of pussy! Not that Michelle minded, of course! When Jim was banging other bimbos it gave her time to clean his house! He had bought a HUGE house after the company started making so much money. Michelle just loved housework! Almost as much as she loved dancing!

Really, she had the perfect life: Perfect job and perfect boyfriend who fucked her bimbo brains out perfectly! It was easy to ignore her former friends and family members who claimed Jim was controlling her mind. Silly! There was no such thing as mind control!

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A Healthy Obsession

Katherine hoped she wasn't going to regret accepting this client.

"What do you mean, a sexual obsession, Dan?" She asked cautiously.

As a young blonde psychiatrist, she'd had more than a few men come seeking therapy out of some sort of kink. She'd started switching them with her male colleagues at the first sign, but she knew everyone was overbooked around the holidays.

"Bimbos," the client said. "Or really, bimbofication. I just can't stop thinking about it! And it's really affecting my work and personal life!"

Katherine frowned, confused.

"What do you mean, bimbofication?" She asked. "How is that different from being obsessed with bimbos?"

She hated using that word, but until she understood what her client was really talking about, she couldn't guide him towards more appropriate language.

"That's the whole problem, Doc!" He said. "If I was just obsessed with bimbos I could just watch porn and go to strip clubs. But I'm obsessed with normal women turning into bimbos! Bimbofication, see?"

"I'm not a doctor, " she clarified.

"You're not?" He asked

"No, I'm a psychologist, not a psychiatrist," she clarified. "I have a Master’s degree, but I don't think I could ever get accepted into medical school!"

"Oh. My mistake, " the client said.

"So when did this obsession start?" Katherine asked.

"A few months ago," he explained. "Marci, this woman at work, took a couple weeks off and my buddy Jake told me she got breast implants. I couldn't really tell if he was right or not. Marci never really dressed to show off her body at work. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would look like if she had gotten massive 2000cc silicone funbags she wanted to show off and the next day she was stacked and packed, overflowing a red halter top.""

"Stacked and packed?" Kathy asked.

"You know! She had humongous fake titties!" He clarified.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "That's a remarkable coincidence!"

"Yeah, but I was the only one in the office that even realized she hadn't been that big the day before! " Dan said. "When I reminded Jake that I hadn't even been certain she had surgery, he told me he had laughed at my joke."

Kathy laughed. She didn't get the joke, but it was good to laugh when a guy told a joke, even if you didn't get it. She was building rapport with the client.

"So I reasoned that Marci must want to be the office bimbo, " Dan said. "It was the only possible explanation for her getting implants that huge! Andcsure enough, she started jiggling and giggling around the office, making a fool of herself and flirting outrageously with anyone that showed the least interest."

Kathy giggled.

"Our boss, Ms. Rosamond, would scowl and roll her eyes condescendingly at Marci's antics," Dan continued. "That hardly seemed fair to me since I was the only one that remembered how Marci was before, so Ms. Rosamond must have known she was a bimbo when she hired her! I could only conclude that the boss was jealous of Marci's big tits and bimbo attitude. Even though she was in her late 40s, she must long to be some kind of mature bimbo."

"That seems like a reasonable conclusion, " Kathy agreed.

"Next thing I know, I get an I.M. from Ms. Rosamond asking me to come to her office. I found her wearing a skintight leopard print jumpsuit with a boob window showing off her massive fake tits, her dark hair teased out like she was in an 80s rock band with makeup to match!"

"Cool!" Said Kitty.

"She asked if I still found her hot even though Marci had bigger implants," Dan explained. "I told her she was even hotter today than she was yesterday, which was objectively true. She squealed and kissed me and one thing led to another and I found my bimbo boss on her knees sucking me off while I leaned against her desk!"

Kitty's mouth watered and her hand moved to her crotch.

"So hot!" She observed.

"I know, right?" Dan said. "What man could resist their bimbofied boss blowing them at work? But I doubted my wife would understand that."

"Oh no!" Said Kitty. "You're married? "

"Yep. And I started worrying about it as I drove home," he said. "I could never get away with anything without Kimiko finding out. No way could I habit an affair with my bimbo boss without getting caught. Unless, of course, Kimiko was a gullible bimbo that would believe anything I told her, despite any evidence to the contrary."

"And is that what happened? "Kitty asked.

"It is!" He confirmed. "Kimi greated me at the door with electric blue pigtails and an hourglass figure nearly busting out of a Japanese school girl uniform. She told me she'd been missing me all day and would I like to do her in the bum?"

"And did you?" Kitty asked.

"I did! " He confirmed.

"YAY!" Kitty cheered.

"So it should have been a happy ending, " he said. "I had a gorgeous bimbo waifu at home, a slutty bimbo MILF at the office, plus Marci whenever she was available. More bimbo poon than any man could handle, really. But like I said, my obsession is with bimbofication, not bimbos. I wasn't satisfied with Kimi being a bimbo and even while I was fucking her bimbo brains out, I was imagining how fun it would be if her little sister turned into a bimbo."

"Did she?" Kitty asked.

"She did," Dan confirmed. "Follwed by all of Kimi's friends, one by one, and all our neighbors. At work, every woman in the office went bimbo, along with clients, couriers and the cleaning service. And after Thanksgiving last week, my sisters are bimbos, my aunties are bimbos, my mom and my grandma are bimbos!"

"That's a lot of bimbos!" Kitty exclaimed.

"I know!" Dan said. "It's ridiculous! I've turned every adult woman I know into a bimbo at this point! But it isn't enough! Now I'm finding excuses to interact with women I've never met before just so I can watch them turn into bimbos!"

"That's, like, totally fascinating! " Kitty said, then giggled. "You really ARE obsessed! "

"Do you think I'm crazy? " he asked.

"Noooo!" She said, vigorously shaking her head so her pigtails danced. "Maybe a little misguided, but you just need a change in perspective! "

"A change in perspective? " he asked.

"Exactly!" Kitty exclaimed, and giggled. "You think you're turning women into bimbos, but that's just silly! I mean, look at me! I'm a bimbo, but I've always been a bimbo and I just barely met you!"

"Um, well..." He said.

"See, what I think is happening is that all the women in your life were already bimbos!" She continued. "Cuz really, we all are, deep down! You're just seeing us for who we are for the first time! And that's bound to be exciting! So of course you're obsessed, but it's a healthy obsession!"

"It is?" He asked.

"Oh, totally!" Kitty exclaimed, then giggled. "I mean, you're waking up to a world of willing, fuckable bimbos! What guy wouldn't get obsessed by that? It's perfectly healthy!"

"Well, that's quite a relief!" He said.

Kitty beamed. She was so good at her job!

"So here's my recommendation," she said. "I've got, like, half a dozen appointments lined up and they're all women for some reason. I think you should spend the afternoon sitting in the waiting room. Every time a woman comes in, instead of thinking about her turning into a bimbo, focus on seeing her for the bimbo she already is!"

"Oh wow! I think that might really help!" Dan said. "But I don't know if I can last all afternoon. I've got a raging hard on just thinking about it!"

"Oh, well I can totally take care of that!" Kitty assured him.

"Would you?" He asked.

"Of course, Silly! " She said. "I'm a bimbo! Plus I'm kinda obsessed with dick!"

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