There was a bounce in Harold Fillmore's step as he walked past Dwight the security guard towards his personal elevator, tucked away from the large lobby of the Southeast Financial Tower. He nodded his head towards the bemused man in greeting as the guard half expected the hedge fund CEO to break out into a whistle and click his heels in the air as he tapped the button for his office floor.
Dwight had worked at the SFT for decades, and while he'd known Harold for several of those years through these small interactions, it was only in recent weeks that the older gentleman had started to break from the habit of professional courtesy to knowing winks and chuckles as he walked to the elevator doors like the luckiest man in Rapid Rivers.
Harold knew what the difference was of course, his lovely wife Barbara having sent him a picture of her sitting on his desk in a manner that had him coughing and readjusting his growing erection despite being alone in the elevator. It was starting to become a regular occurrence, with Babs getting closer and closer to showing up during office hours and Harold didn't think he'd stop her. It would probably be a shock to several of his employees considering how different she'd become since the last office party.
They noticed the difference in Harold already after all, an extra boost of energy in the sixty-three year old as he went about the day with a certain sense of cheer. In comparison though, a pep in his step and in private a startling lack of need for the assistance of a little blue pill paled in comparison to the changes his wife had gone through.
He still felt a little guilty. He had been a donor of Patton Maybach's for years and both he and Barbara knew Lucille from various charity dinners and the Rapid Rivers Yacht Club. He figured when she reached out it was to invest the large fortune she secured after Patton's untimely death, not to discuss her spinning his passing into a political career for herself in her twilight years. That was before he met her again last month, the older woman looking decades younger, plush and full of vigor but with all the well-earned talent of using her feminine wiles on men far more experienced than himself.
Before he knew it, Harold had agreed to a large donation to her campaign, and was unable to resist her heavy breasts on his arm or her intoxicating perfume as she whispered breathlessly into his ear about some of the other... services she could offer, he had spent another small fortune on a 'makeover' for Barbara. He was better in the boardroom than the bedroom even before he got older, and while he still loved his wife, their physical relationship was passionless and their bedrooms separate. However, new fantasies triggered by Lucy of his Babs, busty and beautiful and eager, kept his second thoughts from taking hold until they fully vanished that first night where she returned transformed.
Harold had thought he was above some of his peers that spent their wealth chasing skirts and young trophy wives whose value lay in their skills between the sheets instead of in conversation. That was before he started waking up nearly every morning to plush pink lips devouring his cock, only loosening to wish him a good morning while sliding his dick between her massive soft breasts, smothering any shame he might feel in pleasure.
Babs transformation was clearly having an effect on him as well. Harold had been modestly endowed through most of his life but maybe it was her endless compliments or the way she mewled beneath him as he rammed into her willing bimbo pussy from behind, her enhanced ass rippling with every thrust but he'd never felt larger and more confident of his own sexual prowess in his life.
There were downsides of course; he had to take away her credit cards after she spent almost fifty thousand in a single shopping trip. The upsides of having a beautiful bimbo wife however caused his larger erection to put a hitch in his step as he got off the elevator and headed towards his office.
His enthusiasm slowed as he reached the door however, surprised to hear the sound of multiple feminine voices muffled by the thick wood. Harold felt suspicion and panic dry out his mouth, and those second thoughts he had about his decision snuck into the back of his mind as he tried to place who was speaking. He was confident he heard Barbara, but the subtle hint of an accent on one of the other voices was completely unfamiliar, with a third voice in the room chiming in occasionally and confusing him further. A sense of dread felt heavy in his chest as he swallowed, the weeks of indulging in his most base desires in a manner he'd never before explored had smothered any thoughts of consequences... thoughts that were beginning to bubble to the surface as he turned the handle and opened the door.
That fear of consequences doubled and tripled as he entered the room and the three women in the room turned to look at him, recognizing the unfamiliar voices now that he saw who they belonged to as Harold felt like he was breaking into a nervous sweat. Barbara was sitting on his desk, enhanced bimbo curves on full display in the miniscule lingerie she had hid under a small trench coat that was neatly folded next to her.
The years had been shaved off of her face and body, looking almost 30 years younger than her husband despite their birthdays only being a few days apart, breasts sitting high and proud and overflowing the tiny bra that she was wearing only for effect considering even without it they sat high, round, and fake on her chest. Her wasp-thin waist only drew more attention to her insane curves, especially his favorite part of the new her. Pounds of flesh had been added to her widened hips and thighs to give her the kind of ass that was left jiggling and moving long after she stopped the sex kitten walk her new body forced her to make. Even considering the company she was keeping at the moment and the situation he was finding himself in, his cock gave a little jump in excitement at the sight.
The other two women looked him up and down as he nervously closed the door, the young magician Tricksterella was more famous for her father and her brief tenure as a child actress than her heroics, but he watched enough of the news to know she was a member of the recently formed team of heroines in Rapid Rivers. He also recognized Voodoo Queen, the sorceress' gaze freezing him in his tracks as he looked back, the flowing black dress failing to hide one smooth caramel leg as her hip was cocked out to the side or a generous chest that rivaled his wife's.
"Ahh, just the man we were discussing. Ladies, this is my husband Harold. I'm sure he's already familiar with the two of you."
Sweat finally broke out along Harold's back as he raised his hand in greeting and nodded his head, his wife's eyes in her still-youthful face bright and intelligent and while he doubted the heroines in his office could hear it, after 30 plus years of marriage he knew there was venom hiding in her feigned politeness. He was in trouble.
"Umm.... Yes, the Ladies of Victory was it? And you're here because..."
"They're here, dear husband, because for the better part of a month I've been transformed into a bimbo and you'll never believe who is to blame."
Dear husband.
Oh no, He was in a lot of trouble.
"Ahh... Babs, darling-"
His mouth slammed shut when she held up a hand, a smirk crossing her pumped-up pout as she looked at the heroines. "As I was telling these ladies, I was shocked to discover our good friend Lucy Maybach had started a business, much less one selling clothing that turned her customers into busty bimbos. Can you believe that? After all the money you've so graciously donated to her own husband over the years, would she go out of her way to turn me into a bimbo?"
"Well... umm..." Harold felt tongue-tied as the three women stared him down. Tricksterella looked amused at his discomfort while sea-green eyes continued to bore into him from behind a painted skull mask, Voodoo Queen having remained perfectly still as she waited for him to answer his wife.
"And then, after returning me to my senses would you like to know what they told me?" Barbara wasn't going to wait for him to stumble through any excuses considering he had certainly no complaints about her transformation up until today. "They told me that Lucy was actually offering that as a service for customers for a price, and just a few days before I went to visit her, you were telling me all about the generous donation you were going to send her as condolences for her husband passing away and for her mayoral campaign. Now those two things wouldn't be connected at all would they?"
"Donations? Ahh, well... no, that was umm..."
"And
that
is what I was trying to explain to these heroines. Certainly [i]my[/i] husband of all people wouldn't be responsible for the state I find myself in. These past few years haven't been exactly passionate but our marriage isn't loveless, and no doubt Lucy must have robbed him of his own senses as much as she did mine, which would explain why I've been a bimbo for
