Peter Wilson, the CFO of Aphrodite Pharmaceuticals, rushes to the the elevator and chooses to go to last floor of his company building, where the top management has their office. With him, there is a young man wearing a complete NBC protection suit.
Peter Wilson is a bald, 54 years-old man. Or at least he was. Because when the two men exit the elevator, Peter Wilson doesn't look more that 30 years old and he has long, platinium blonde hair. Two small bumps on his chest are also visible under his while shirt. Without hesitation, he walks into Dr Abigail Barnes' office, only to be stopped by her secretary, Tiffany.
Tiffany used to be a 50 years-old woman, wearing conservative clothes. But now, she is a naked woman in her twenties, with boobs bigger than watermelons, long red nails, big carmine lips, dark blond hair and bright blue eyes. But despite looking like a perfect bimbo, she welcomes Peter Wilson professionally, showing no sign of idiocy: "Mr Wilson, you cannot enter. Dr Barnes attends a meeting with several business partners".
Peter enters into Dr Barnes's office anyway. Dr Abigail Barnes was indeed in a meeting, with 3 naked bimbos that were pleasuring her by licking her pussy and her nipples. Abigail is herself a giant bimbo, over 8 feet tall, her HH-cup breasts are both bigger than a normal human head, her ass is almost bigger than a man's torso. She has long red hair and piercing green eyes, and she is moaning as the smaller bimbos are trying to keep her in a state of constant sexual extasy. Abigail's perfect body also emits pheromones that trigger the bimbo transformation of anyone smelling them. Peter's transformation speeds up as he shouts: "Abigail ! You lied to me ! You promised to give the vaccine to me and to my close family. My wife transformed into a stupid bimbo this morning. Why didn't she get the vaccine on time ? She would have turned our son too, if I hadn't gave him the NBC protection suit."
Abigail, with a hand gesture, dismisses the other three bimbos and focuses on Peter. "Good morning Peter. As I can see, your transformation has started. You'll be a happy woman soon enough. Concerning your wife, I didn't realised she was so important to you. You always cheat on her!"
"That doesn't mean I don't care for her ! She's the mother of my son, and I didn't want her to become a dumb sex-crazed bimbo !" Peter says as his voice becomes higher-pitch and sexy.
Abigail shrugs: "Anyway, I promised to protect all important people of this company and their close family. And that's a promise I have delivered. Every important person of Aphrodide Pharmaceutical, and their close relatives, have been transformed into "smart bimbos" now. Other employees will be regular bimbos. And the thing is .... as our CFO, you are not important anymore."
Peter protests: "Not important ? I am a founding partner of Aphrodite Pharmaceuticals ! For years, I have used tax evasion schemes to give you enough cash to develop your products ! You couldn't have built anything without me ! And I know all the compagny's dirty secrets!"
Abigail retorts: "You are talking about the past. I am thinking about the future. The society is about to collapse. Money won't have any value in a world populated by bimbos. So your financial skills, your social connexions, all the things that made you important up to now ... are no longer relevant. But don't worry: you are gaining new skills that will be very useful in our bimbo world. Like, how to be sexy, and act accordingly. Or be a good kisser and a great lover."
Indeed, Peter's lips have become fuller and red. New thoughts have invaded his mind. Thoughts about sex. Lots of sex. In fact, it is hard, for him, to think about something else. But he has to. He must not let Abigail turn him into a bimbo, even if this would be great to become a mindless bimbo who doesn't worry about anything but sex. *Sex is all that matters* His boobs grows to a DD-cup size, and he can feel his penis shrinking. *Sex is your life* He knows it is too late to save his manhood, he should focus on... *giggle* on sex. *Sex is what you are* Yes, that is what she needs. She needs a man, or a woman, whatever, to fill her wet emptyness. Peter, or Pia as she now calls herself, gathers what's left of her intelligence to threaten Abigail:
"If you don't give me the vacc.. the stuff to stay smart, like, right now, I'll tell everythings to ... to the President of ... to the big old guy ! I'll tell him that you are mean, and that you did nasty things in the lab in Titsburgh !"
"You mean our lab in Pittsburgh ?" asks Abigail as she enjoys the final stage of the transformation of her CFO.
"I mean Titsburgh ! ... big tits ! I ... I ... I need a good fuck ! Now !" says Pia as she forgets everything she knows and embraces her new life as a bimbo.
Pia looks at the young man, still protected by his suit. Her inhibition are all gone, she doesn't care that this young man is her son. She just wants his cock into her pussy. But Abigail objects: "Stop ! Your son will be more useful as our test subject for the latest version of our product. But, as a reward for your help during the past 15 years, I'll personnally fuck your little bimbo cunt!"
Pia smiles, and she welcomes Abigail's tongue in her pussy.