Author's Note:
Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters and situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
Bimbo Potion: Revenge by Fidget
Chapter 3
Amy had a meeting scheduled with her boss after lunch, and she wasn't sure whether she was dreading it or looking forward to it. In the meantime, she noticed how cute all of the guys in her office looked today, and with the attention her increasingly extroverted boobs were enjoying from their glances, she knew it wouldn't be long before her frisky pussy would begin enticing them with a barrage of new, powerful pheromones.
Her meeting with Phil arrived just in time to escape her admirers, who immediately focused their attentions entirely on the voluptuous Val.
As Amy bounced into Phil's office she knew she should be worried, especially with how their meetings had gone the day before, but she was so happy to see him that her concerns quickly faded. After all, I made it out of here just fine yesterday, she thought, smiling brilliantly at him as she sat down.
They began to discuss the week's numbers, but Amy was aware that Phil was more focused on her than he had been the day before. He kept meeting her bright blue eyes with his own dark brown ones, and then holding her gaze with an uncharacteristic intensity. Amy enjoyed being the center of his attention, and slightly exaggerated her lips' natural pout while slowly batting her long eyelashes at him.
Her greedy tits began to complain that they were being ignored on purpose, so Amy pulled her sweater down a bit so they could peek further out. Phil's eyes immediately dropped to them, and he appreciated the way they swelled invitingly against the thick wool of her sweater for a minute before returning his attention to the topic at hand.
This wasn't enough for Amy's tits, of course, so they arched her back to try to draw his gaze back to her chest, but through herculean effort Phil kept his eyes on hers. Desperate for his attention, her reprogrammed breasts inundated Amy with promises of pleasure if she would just lift up her sweater and show them off properly, and Amy found her hands slowly reaching for the hem. As she fought the temptation to give in and flash her tits at her boss, her sneaky pussy, which hadn't fully calmed down from the attention she had received back at her desk, took advantage of her distraction to fill the air with as many pheromones as possible.
The situation was quickly getting out of her control. She squeezed her legs together and tried to will herself to relax, but her rewired central nervous system was sending electrical signals that her primed pussy couldn't ignore, and those signals catalyzed a series of involuntary chemical reactions that soon filled the enclosed office with her intoxicating musky sweetness. Amy's bimbofied body was broadcasting her readiness for sexual intercourse whether she wanted it to or not, and her potent pheromones would soon drive the nearest available male into a sexual frenzy.
Phil, the nearest available male, was confused and uncomfortable. Yesterday he had found himself unusually drawn to Amy's cute, petite body, but today her inexplicable curves positively radiated sexuality. The perfume she had been wearing was back with a vengeance, and as he continued to inhale its pleasant musk, he felt his pants tighten as blood flooded into his penis. Unprofessional or not, his body was signaling to him that it was time to have sex, and he became more and more distracted by the twin mounds hinting at the feminine body Amy was hiding under her sweater. The conversation slowed as her pheromones drove him to fantasize about how good it would feel to get to know that body much more intimately.
Amy, meanwhile, was overwhelmed with desire; the pull of attraction she felt toward Phil was so much stronger than it had been yesterday. Trying to force herself to ignore how much she wanted him to fuck her, she instead found herself drawn to his confident authority as she remembered all of the times his advice and direction had effortlessly solved her problems. She needed a way to thank him, to pay him back him for his strong, masculine leadership. As she noticed the powerful effect her pheromones were having on him, she came up with the perfect way to show her gratitude, resist the potion's devious attempts to fill her pussy with cock like a slutty bimbo, and still have a little fun all at the same time.
Embracing her burning arousal, she stood up and walked around to his side of the desk, confident that she would be able to resist her urge to luxuriously slide his dick into her wet pussy. Bending over next to him, she pointed at some figures, her face only inches from his. He reached an arm around underneath her body to point at that column's total, but his forearm bumped into one of her breasts, hanging low and heavy from her chest. Her pussy gushed with pheromone-laden lubrication at this contact, but, knowing what she had planned, reluctantly accepted that it wouldn't be seeing any action this time.
Phil froze for a second after touching his employee so inappropriately, but then Amy began to slowly swing her dangling teat back and forth across his forearm, sending tingles up and down his spine. He didn't react or resist, and just sat there enjoying the sensation as his dick grew even harder and his pheromone-addled brain began to demand sexual release.
This sensual contact, combined with the potent effect of Amy's heady scent, finally triggered something deep within the usually levelheaded Phil, who suddenly stood up, grabbed her shoulders, and forcefully backed her against the wall. Her seductive lips parted in anticipation as he greedily kissed her, and his hand slipped underneath her sweater to inspect her body's irresistible curves. She moaned as his hand explored higher up her narrow waist, until eventually he touched the swell of her breast, which he began to roughly grope and caress. Her nipples hardened at the attention, satisfied that they had finally accomplished their goal: luring a man into Amy's bimbofied embrace. As his tongue explored her mouth and his crotch ground against her pheromone-smeared groin, Amy knew that he was ready for his reward.
She sank to her knees, massaging his member through his trousers with her left hand as she undid his belt and unzipped him with her right. Pulling out his small cock, she began to gently stroke it as she leaned forward and softly licked the tip. It jerked reflexively, making her giggle, before she engulfed his sensitive head in her soft, pillowy lips.
Phil groaned as she lubricated his penis with her saliva and began running her soft hand up and down his slick shaft. Her skill and eagerness soon proved too much for Phil, however, and before he knew it he had sunk his hands into Amy's curls, pulled her head down onto his dick, and shot his load into her throat as she tickled his balls with her tongue.
While he recovered, Amy cleaned him off with her mouth and slid his deflated dick back into his pants. She stood back up, leaned in close, and whispered into his ear. "I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am for everything you do here. If you ever need to hear it again, just ask."