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Slutty lawyers

added 2 days ago TG Reality alteration

Jake stood outside the conference room watching the women move and behave femininely. He was getting very turned on. He pulled out his phone, generating another sentence: "The MILFs of the legal team are discussing documents in the conference room."

He paused, considering his options, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He decided to push the boundaries, to see just how far he could take the transformation while keeping them focused on their work.

He changed the word "MILFs" to "sluts" and confirmed the edit. Instantly, the world shifted.

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere remained professional on the surface, but the lawyers were dramatically different. They were now dressed in outfits that were inappropriate for an office setting, their movements more seductive and provocative. Yet, they continued to discuss the brief as if nothing had changed, their minds focused on the tasks at hand.

Tom, the striking auburn-haired individual, was now dressed in a barely there sheer blouse that left little to the imagination and a micro miniskirt that rode obscenely high on her thighs. Her heels were sky-high stilettos, and her makeup was heavily applied, with smoky eyes and bold, glossy lipstick. She stood beside the display, her hip kicked out dramatically in a way that caused the microskirt to ride so high as to display the bottom of her yellow thong clinging to her sex. It had a prominent wet spot.

John now wore a tight, leather mini dress that left little to the imagination. The dress was unzipped just enough to reveal a hint of her lacy bra and cleavage, and she had on fishnet stockings that accentuated her shapely legs. She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, highlighting key points in a legal brief, her lips pursed in concentration, but her overall appearance was utterly provocative. She ran her fingers through her hair suggestively, her body language oozing sexual tension.

Mike was dressed in a tiny, lace babydoll nightie that was completely inappropriate for the office. She wore thigh-high stockings and had on a pair of platform heels that added an extra touch of seduction to her outfit. She sat with her legs wide open, her nightie riding up to reveal her lack of underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her vagina’s outer lips were puffy and well-defined, framing a glistening pink inner labia that peeked out invitingly. She scribbled notes in the margin of a document, her pen moving seductively across the page, but her focus remained on the task at hand, even as she openly displayed her most intimate areas. Occasionally she would stop and probe her pussy with the pen.

Pat was now dressed in a skimpy, see-through robe that was tied loosely at the waist, revealing glimpses of her lacy underwear underneath. She had on a pair of crotchless pantyhose and a pair of heels that accentuated her long, shapely legs. She sat with one leg hitched up on the table, flashing her pussy, the roses slit between her lips moist and dripping, her robe falling open to reveal her bare breasts and dark pink nipples. Her eyes remained focused on the display.

Finally Aaron who was dressed in a tiny, leather bikini set that was utterly inappropriate for the office. She wore a pair of thigh-high boots that added an extra touch of dominance to her outfit, and her makeup was heavily applied, with smoky eyes and bold lipstick. She sat with her legs wide open, her bikini bottom slipping to one side revealing her bare pussy. The delicate folds of her vagina were framed by a thin landing strip of neatly trimmed curly hair. Her clitoris was swollen and peeking out from under her clitoral hood. She periodically rubbed her hand across her crotch and moaned.

The conference room table was still covered in a chaotic array of documents, legal pads, and various office supplies, but the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the faint, underlying aroma of sex. The individuals, now sluts, moved with a graceful, sensual elegance, their bodies and minds completely immersed in their new identities, yet they continued to discuss documents as if nothing had changed.


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