The Bimbo Clause (MF Mind Control Bimbofication Erotica)

After Alison gains a promotion at work, she notices a number of strange new changes in her life. She wants to wear shorter skirts, more make-up, and has developed an obsession with the color pink.

When she goes to her gorgeous boss with her concerns, he informs her he has very specific requirements for his personal assistant, all of which were detailed in her contract.

Alison may have skipped over the bimbo clause in her contract, but Marcus is more than happy to guide her through the final stages of being ready for her new job.

Warning: This is an adults only erotic short story of over 4000 words containing graphic sexual content, mind control, cock-sucking, and a bimbo transformation.

Excerpt:
Alison met his gaze, feeling lost and strangely wonderful as she stared into those steel grey eyes. There was such strength in them, such authority, and she was just Alison, just silly little Alison. How could she possibly resist a gaze like that?

Marcus smiled her and Alison felt the warmth of arousal between her legs grow hotter. Discreetly she rubbed her thighs together, wanting desperately to touch herself.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Touching herself in front of her boss? Was she mad?

"I think...I think maybe I should go," she mumbled, managing to tear her eyes away from his overwhelming gaze. She tried to stand up, but she found her limbs were so weak she couldn't manage it; the strength had fled from her body. She thought that should probably worry her, but it didn't. She just felt confused as she looked at her legs and frowned, certain that they were not doing their job properly.

"You'll be free to go shortly," said a dark voice, close to her ear. Alison gasped as she felt Marcus's strong hand grasp her shoulder and help her firmly back into the chair. He had moved so quickly, and now he was towering over her. His eyes were so close, his warm body only an arm's length away.

He took her chin in his hand and she didn't resist as he tilted her head back and captured her eyes again. "You're doing very well," he said, his voice a low rumble that made her tremble. His thumb began stroking her cheek and she leaned into his touch, savouring it and wanting so much more.

"I know how confused you're feeling right now, but everything's going to make so much sense very shortly."

Alison smiled and nodded. That was good. She desperately wanted things to make sense. She wanted the thick cotton wool feeling in her head to go away.

"I know how aroused you're feeling too, Alison," he said, and she flushed with embarrassment. How could he know? Was she going to get into trouble?

She swallowed, trying to think of some excuse, but then his hand was on her breast, tweaking at the nipple through her shirt and bra and she couldn't think of anything at all except the feeling of his hand on her and how much she didn't want her clothes to be in the way.