Penny & Curtis rescue Amy, Dinah realizes her mistake & Evan's fun gets better.
The now all too familiar tone sounded in her mind alerting Dinah that she had less than sixty seconds to retreat to a safe place before the bimbo Bubbles takes over her body. It wasn't so much her body anymore, but a transformed Bimbo body to go with the simple mind of her now alter ego.
"Excuse me, Kevin. Please come in. I'll be right back."
Dinah said and then made a hasty departure.
"No, you won't."
Bubbles said as she materialized into a body made for one reason.
Dressed in the most revealing pink robe she could have imagined, Bubbles returned in Dinah's place, she made a lame excuse for Dinah and was soon on her knees sucking Kevin's salami.
Like her or not you have to admire Dinah's survivor and resourceful spirit, she wasn't ready to admit defeat. She managed to slowly accumulate several sets of her expensive clothing in her office closet. It took her days to complete a simple letter of explanation to her secretary Donna, a middle-aged black woman and one of the most efficient legal secretaries Dinah ever known.
Despite the amount of work Dinah did for JSA, she remained a partner at the law firm where April and John first discovered her.
The carefully crafted the note, was light on specifics, purposely so as not induce the bimbo to come out too soon. Dinah used many large unnecessary words, and several Latin terms, Donna would get, but not fully appreciate until later.
Donna had become quite concerned about her boss, thinking all the stress had finally taken its toll on the woman and she'd lost her mind. She observed her Dinah attempting to sneak into her office naked. As their eyes met, Dinah turned a bright crimson, but didn't utter a word. Donna appeared to have shrugged it off, chalking it up to Dinah being Dinah. The woman did live an alternate lifestyle. Not one Donna approved, especially with her strict Christian upbringing, but she'd learned over the years that Christianity is really about forgiveness and being tolerance. She tried not to judge.
The email she received a few minutes later from Dinah, was an attempted to explain her nudity, but Donna was anything but naïve. And Dinah regretted the moment she sent it. She lied, saying something about testing a new fabric, that had failed leaving her naked. Of course, it didn't explain her lack of lingerie or shoes. Donna had to give her points for creativity, but it was an obvious lie, but probably the best Dinah could come up with under the circumstances.
If Dinah's strange behavior wasn't enough, Donna had heard rumors of a young bimbo stalking and fucking the partners. Dinah was the only woman partner, the men were all mostly pigs, they kept mistresses and regularly "stepped out" on their wives. But again, Donna didn't judge, she wasn't surprised to learn they'd taken advantage of the bimbo, they'd have taken any slut who happened by. It wasn't much different than what she'd witnessed during Dinah's lesbian years. She wasn't sure what cured her boss of her lesbian tendencies, perhaps a big cock and a man who knew how to use it, she'd have bet.
Dinah knew she'd eventually need to turn to Donna for help. If she expected Donna's help, she'd have to tell the truth, something rare for a lawyer. Or maybe as close to the truth as Donna could handle. She would have to be a little more creative.
Dinah imagined the conversation with her secretary,
"I accidentally pissed off a very powerful witch that turned me into a part time bimbo. The bimbo that's been stalking the partners, when the bimbo is satisfied, I turn back to me, just with no clothing."
Donna had to help her. She couldn't continue to walk the halls naked; Donna could bring clothes and make excuses for her. Dinah learned the hard way not to wear any jewelry that she liked and wanted to keep, if it didn't fit the bimbo's taste, it was lost forever. She wondered where it all went, but that was the least of her concerns. When Bubbles appears, she was often dressed in horrible pink costumes, Dinah's clothes simply vanish. In hindsight, it's probably for the best; Bubbles' shape and size would probably ruin her clothes anyway.
How did she lose control this time, she wondered? She was working, focused on a case and when one of the partners stuck his head in and began talking about an after work event.
"That was it! Bubbles heard about the event as I began to imagine it."
She thought that she'd dismissed that notion quickly enough, but Bubbles had other ideas. Bubbles hadn't been fucked in a couple of days and she took advantage of the moment.
An idea suddenly dawned on Dinah,
"I'm going about this all wrong, instead of trying to starve the bimbo; I needed to make peace and get her to help me, too."
But how could she have a conversation with herself?
Snapping her fingers, she smiled broadly, at the "eureka moment", she had the perfect solution. Having about twenty minutes before needing to leave for court; she pulled out the camera she kept for videoing depositions. Sitting behind her desk she recorded a message to her alter ego.
"Hello Bubbles, I never thought I would be saying this, but I want to propose a truce."
She paused, Dinah thought about the word "truce" and realized that she needed to keep the language simple.
"What I mean, Bubbles is that we needed to stop fighting. It's so embarrassing to wake up in a public place or office naked and have no clothes. If you are willing to help me by having some of my clothes nearby for me to wear after you leave, that would be great. I am willing to hook you up with some hot guys I know. In fact, we could even set up a schedule. You could have regular dates if you want? If you understand and agree, please respond on this video."
Dinah put the video in her purse, with the intention of leaving it for Bubbles in the VCR at home. She would have preferred to send it electronically to a device, but the technology would only confuse the bimbo.
That night at home, Dinah set the video cassette in the player, turned on the television and began to imagine munching on the pussy of her favorite blonde celebrity. Within a minute she felt herself losing control, Bubbles was right on time.
Bubbles shivered at the thoughts Dinah left lingered in her shared mind. Bubbles was naked at home and horny, no surprise. She immediately began caressing her mammoth tits, pulling on her nipples, and cumming quickly. It was a nice way to enter the world. But it wasn't enough, and she began to finger her juicy pussy while sucking on her nipples, alternating between the right and left. It was almost as good as having someone else do it for her. Bubbles came again, harder. She fanned herself as she continued to chew on her nipples. Nipples were so much fun, she thought. Cumming again, she found herself temporarily satiated and looked up to see a big note written on a sheet of paper addressed to her.
"Bubbles, please watch this video. If you watch all if it there's a nice man with a big cock that will arrive around eight to play with you."
Bubbles squealed and jumped up and down, her tits bouncing wildly. Stopping she jiggled her way to the television and found that everything was set all she had to do was push the "play" button.
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Wendy didn't want to obey; she'd be in a lot of trouble for giving out Rick's contact data. But this bitch wasn't fucking around.
"It's in my phone."
She shrieked.
"In my contacts. Please let me get it for you."
While Wendy retrieved her phone and wrote down the data as she was asked, Curtis stood motionless as a soldier ready for his next command. Wendy handed Penny the address.
"Good girl. Now put your clothes on we're going to see your friend Rick."
It was pretty cramped. The last thing Curtis would have wanted was Wendy sitting on his lap. But they'd arrived in Penny's Vette, it had no back seat and it was imperative they take Wendy with them.
In Curtis' current mental state, it didn't matter. And Wendy didn't dare complain; she was all too happy to sit on Curtis' lap she could feel his monster just below.
"Before we go, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Tell me what you did to Amy and Curtis. Remember, before you speak, lies will be severely punished and I have a very active imagination."
Wendy did something she never did before; glancing down at her withered tits which made her dress fit funny, and she considered the ramifications of her actions.
"If I tell you, will you restore my breasts?"
"You're in no position to negotiate, Wendy. But I will tell you this, if this all concludes favorably, I may. But right now, I'm losing my patience with you."
Penny said, leaving no doubt that she was serious.
