Outside of her boss's door, Sarah Miller stood on shaking legs as the heat between her thighs started to slowly subside to a lower degree than the fever flushing her face in embarrassment and arousal. She couldn't believe that she had just eavesdropped on her boss and his wife having sex in his office and rather than give them their privacy, had slipped down to her knees and put her hands underneath her skirt and played with herself.
She also couldn't imagine hearing Mrs. Gonzalez talk like that and all of the naughty imagery currently floating around in her mind because of it. At least she knew who, or rather what was responsible for her recent bouts of lust as she managed to get her way back to her desk, her hosed legs brushing against each other with every step and sending a buzz of pleasure up and down her legs.
It was a little over a week ago that she got a huge tear in her pantyhose at the mall next door during lunch, and later that afternoon Mr. Gonzalez had the third quarter earnings report with one of their larger partners and she had to be there, having made the presentation and estimations for the last quarter of the year as well as the next. In a panic she went to the only place that was open and sold pantyhose, and despite the Bimbo's Kiss being the exact opposite of where the shy young woman shopped they had just regular hose to sell and she was in an emergency.
Except Carmen had now confirmed her suspicions that there was nothing regular about them. In appearance maybe but the gentle tingle on her hands as she pulled the nylon out of the packaging only hinted at just how good they would feel on her legs. How good they looked as well, turning her legs into silky smooth stockinged perfection that sent pleasure up her spine with every nail drag and leg crossing, distracting her and turning her flush during the presentation. The sensible thing was to take them off as soon as she got home... which is why the first thing she did was strip down to nothing else and masturbate until her legs stopped functioning.
It didn't help that they never tore, which meant making a pitstop every lunch for another pair was only necessary due to how frequently she was soaking through them all the time. Whether it was during her time off at home and in bed fantasizing, or at work where her boss was starting to make frequent appearances in said fantasies. Mr. Gonzalez was a genuinely great boss, and his recent surge of vigor and health gave him the type of confidence that sent butterflies through her stomach as surely as the subtle cologne he started wearing.
Tina, one of the girls at the Bimbo's Kiss who had somehow wormed her way into becoming unlikely friends with Sarah, was more than happy to add extra embellishment to her fantasies when she confessed about it while shopping once. Sarah didn't want to hear it, but her mind still eagerly soaked up Tina's advice and she found herself putting more effort into her looks, wearing more make-up and even buying a hair lightener that was slowly filling her dull brunette hair with bouncy and bright blonde highlights that seemed like they were starting to overtake the brown in her hair.
She wasn't trying to get Mr. Gonzalez to cheat on his wife, Carmen was always so nice when she visited and Sarah would have felt awful... but she did want a little more attention and after today she learned she may have gotten her wish. Luis had come over to help her with transferring new client data onto their software, an easy task but she was feeling a bit scatterbrained today and couldn't contain a little giggle as his cologne filled her personal space.
Sarah thought she could smell her own arousal as she squeezed her thighs and crossed her legs to the satisfying sound of hose on hose, and maybe he could as well because his eyes had followed the motion and halfway through he excused himself to his office for some private time.
Sarah had tried to distract herself from the way she just acted, and with Mrs. Gonzalez strutting in with her sexy body on display she had an idea of what they would get up to when she went to eavesdrop. What she hadn't expected was to hear Carmen role-play being a secretary and Luis to play along. Arousal sent another shiver through Sarah as she picked up her purse from her desk as well as the pamphlet she had been reading, eager to get out while she still had her dignity even as her eyes were drawn to the cover of the brochure Tina had given her today.
No, Carmen hadn't just role-played as a secretary but a bimbo one. High pitched voice, tempting and flirty and big tits to match.
Big tits like the ones on Tina's favorite surgeon's leaflet, specializing in the over-sized fake breasts that screamed hyper-femininity on every page turn. The office was mostly abandoned this late in the afternoon, and Sarah was left stranded with her own thoughts, the previously unthinkable idea of a boob job front and center as the swish-swish of her hosed legs rubbing together swiped away other errant thoughts. For weeks now she had dealt with tingles of temptation from them, and while she had a few hours of relief earlier today that buzz had returned, now with intent and a goal to work towards as the sensation started to rise towards her chest.
Her friend was certainly right that it would be the number one way to get her boss's attention at work. Show up one day wearing a daring amount of cleavage, begging him to come help her with the littlest task so he could stand over her and marvel at the round globes of titflesh displaying their prominence to the world. The hum on her skin was pleasant as it hit the center of her chest and began to spread, taking hold of her modest blue blouse as assuredly as her imagination took hold of the idea. She knew what big fake bimbo breasts looked like, Tina had them and they were plastic but perfect, full and round and ideal for showing off. The sensation of weight was probably incredible too, probably not unlike what she was feeling now as in her blissful haze she didn't notice her chest expanding.
If anything the awareness only came as secondary, as if it was perfectly natural for implants to grow and swell, for her blouse to begin to open and tighten, polyester turning into thin wool as the white sweater made only the smallest concession to professional modesty in that they covered her nipples, still clearly visible as her bra had long since vanished to provide invisible support to the twin plastic peaks, high and round and exactly what Sarah would need if she intended to be a bimbo secretary.
She didn't hate the idea, as it floated up and settled into her mind like it had come from her in the first place. Sarah would have to reorganize parts of her life, prioritize different things, but the potential was certainly... Tina had been trying to get her to the gym now for weeks, and the bimbo buzz that had only just started to find purchase nestled itself deep as it rose from her chest up her neck to her head. She had resisted but why? A bimbo would need to go to the gym to keep her body perfect, fantasies about becoming a gym bunny floating and catching on the hooks of her mind.
I'd probably turn into a total fitness addict.
Sarah absentmindedly nodded, how else would she keep her stomach washboard flat, images of her on the treadmill or the squat rack making themselves real to her. The purr of energy inside her loved it, tightening cheekbones and sharpening her jawline and plumping her lips. It felt odd but a burst of pleasure in her core kept Sarah from thinking about it, leaving her to stop and steady herself in the hallway as her mouth curved in pleasure.
A bout of light-headedness flushed through her but considering the strength of her last orgasm that was to be expected. Her vision went hazy, sight doubling the image of her own hand alongside a tanned one with manicured french tips on the wall, perfect for the fantasy of a bimbo secretary reflecting in her mind and with another pulse of desire, she found herself slip back under the daydream.
The tingle at her scalp made it easy, taking her highlighted hair to the next level as it surged from brunette with shades of blonde to a golden shimmer, honeyed and healthy as it pulled itself into a high ponytail and grew. Past her shoulders and down her back until the swishing length of it, her high heeled steps sending it side to side and catching the eye, stopped right at the center of her ass. No one who was behind her walking would be able to resist the very human urge to look at movement, and for Sarah she was getting her not-so-secret fantasies fulfilled by what she thought they would see.
Fit, full, firm... fuckable. Attention-seeking at its most base, the tight black high-waisted skirt barely covered and only enhanced the heart-shaped roundness of her rear and she couldn't be happier. All of her gym wear would be focused on drawing attention to her ass, and if she wasn't getting looked at then she would hit the weights all the harder until her peach was even more perfect. The curve of a well-toned rear and feminine hips guiding the eye from her slim waist down was an important part of the bimbo secretary's arsenal. To be invitingly groped when leaning over a copier or on her boss's desk while she made little effort to hide her cravings, all but leading his hands too...
