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Breach of Confidentiality Ch. 01

By: ChrystalWynd



"All right, do you understand your assignment, Michelle?"

Michelle looked at the Projects Coordinator and offered a saucy wink. "Yes, fearless leader Archie, I understand. Go to Blonde Concepts and let them know I'm from Chrystal Heights MarketTech, their new marketing agency. Do a wonderful job. Acquire kudos. Win awards."

"I'm glad you have a timeline prepared," said Archie. "They're really big on security there and you're going to have to jump through hoops where that's involved. I know you'll think it's silly, but just do what they tell you to without your usual running commentary, okay?"

"Sure, no problem, boss," said Michelle. She offered Archie a winsome look. "Don't you trust me?"

"I *know* you," said Archie.

Michelle fluttered her eyelashes. "You say the sweetest things."

*****

Michelle used the drive through downtown Chrystal Heights to mentally review her information.

She had heard of Blonde Concepts, of course. Everybody had. They were a relatively new cosmetics company, but they really were about much more than just makeup. They produced their own game show- Bimbomania- and they used the game show to showcase their technological advances in the field of beautification and cosmetic improvement; even transformation. They were cutting-edge leaders in the field, rivaling Sleek Curvosity out of Darkview and sometimes even mentioned in the same breath as Bimbo Tech. They offered a wide range of products and their Research and Development team worked relentlessly to provide a constant stream of fresh, contemporary concepts.

Michelle presented her I.D. to the gate guard and the fence began to slide open. Security was a top priority with these cosmetic companies, because industrial espionage was very common. Michelle understood the need for it, but it made her job very difficult. Getting the information necessary to conduct a proper marketing campaign was much like giving birth to a baby elephant, as layers of security were in place specifically to keep one person from knowing too much about several aspects of the company. It was ironic, as the information required to put the campaign together was actually fairly superficial- a magazine advertisement certainly wasn't going to list the components used to make the various perfumes or whatnot- but because of their access to all aspects of the company, the marketing personnel actually required higher clearances than many of the employees. 

Michelle blew a kiss at the security guard and chuckled at the resulting squirm. She then drove until she found a parking spot. She exited her vehicle, making sure she had her chic yet fashionable pink portfolio with her. Being pink, it had seemed a reasonable choice to work with at Blonde Concepts.

She made her way up the steps and walked through the automatic doors into the lobby. Bright, cheerful colors and tasteful pastels seemed to be everywhere, and she was prepared to swear that she could hear birds chirping. Michelle took a moment to take in the lobby, trying to figure an angle to perhaps work it in somewhere. She filed it away mentally and walked to the receptionist desk.

A cheerful blonde with big hair and even bigger breasts-which appeared to be attempting to escape their confinement- greeted Michelle.

"Hi! Welcome to Blonde Concepts! Can I help you?" said the blonde. Her badge identified her as Bibi.

Michelle offered a bright smile. "Hi, Bibi. I'm Michelle. I'm here to see Kelly."

Bibi blinked twice. Then she said, "Oh! Oh, you mean *Kelly*! Sure, wait just one minute, okay?" She nodded very earnestly.

Michelle snickered to herself. She had played bimbo herself often enough to appreciate the real thing, and Bibi was the real thing. Big, blonde hair down to her belly button, thick red lips, long red acrylic nails and an adorably confused expression as she was no doubt trying to wrap her tiny brain around whatever Kelly was telling her on the phone. Ironically enough, the desk appeared very organized and efficient. Bibi appeared to be a very organized bimbo.

Bibi finally set the receiver down and took a deep breath. "Kelly says to wait *right here* and don't go *anywhere*, 'kay? She's coming now to see you, honest!"

Michelle laughed. "Thanks, Bibi," she said. Then she leaned forward and grinned impishly. "You were really helpful, and I hope I see you again soon." Then Michelle let her eyes drop from Bibi's face to her cleavage. 

Bibi blushed a rosy red and she dropped her eyes, but her hips twitched in response. Michelle wasn't going to pursue it...yet...but she had to admit that Bibi was quite fetching, if not a ball of fire in the brains department. Maybe after a couple of drinks...

"Michelle! I'm glad you made it so quickly."

Michelle turned at the voice. A dark-haired woman was approaching with her hand extended. Michelle took the offered hand. "Glad to be here. You're Kelly, I presume?"

The woman nodded. "I am. I'm in charge of Public Relations for Blonde Concepts, so I'm going to give you the run-down on what we're expecting. First, however, we've got to take care of your security clearance. Red tape, but I'm sure you understand."

Michelle nodded, her smile locked in place. Kelly appeared to be rather no-nonsense, so it didn't seem to be a good time for one of Michelle's colorful observations.

Kelly nodded at Bibi and the door buzzed to allow them entrance. "Most companies rely on the traditional five year agreement with employees to ensure confidentiality," said Kelly as they strolled through the door into the hallway. "However, we both know that doesn't prevent ex-employees or even disgruntled employees from revealing information you don't want passed to competitors. Yes, it gives one strong legal grounds, but that can't fix the damage. The best way to fix the damage is to make sure it doesn't happen in the first place. Step into this room, please."

Kelly and Michelle entered a room dominated by electronic equipment. A man in a white lab coat was flicking a needle. Another man stood nearby and looked at Kelly and Michelle with what seemed to be disdain.

Kelly nodded at the arrogant-seeming gentleman. "Good morning, sir. This is Michelle. She's the new girl from the marketing agency." Kelly turned to Michelle. "Michelle, this is Dr. Street," she said. "Dr. Street is the founder and Director of Blonde Concepts."

Michelle looked at the man with a new respect. The big man himself. She gave her best professional smile. "Good morning, Dr. Street. I appreciate this opportunity to work with you, and I think you'll be happy with the results."

The man gave Michelle what appeared to be a disapproving look-over, then turned to Kelly. "She's brunette," he said, in much the same tone of voice he might have said, "She's growing a second head."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, sir. Apparently they didn't have anything lighter available."

Dr. Street shook his head. "I already have a dark-haired girl in my PR department. I don't need another."

"I understand, sir," said Kelly, "but I haven't had a chance to discuss that with her yet."

Michelle kept her voice deceptively casual. "If you don't mind my asking," she said, "am I understanding correctly that there's a problem with my, ah, hair color?"

Kelly held up her hand. "Please, Michelle, don't misunderstand. Dr. Street is well aware that hair color has no bearing on ability. However, this *is* Blonde Concepts, and it would hardly be appropriate to have our marketing and PR department heads uniformly non-blonde. In point of fact, we actually requested a light-haired female person, if available."

Michelle shook her head. "That explains it," she said. "I was the only female available for this assignment. Also, the receptionist who takes the calls has a sweet phone voice, but she's a pretty hard-core feminist. She may have conveniently forgotten to pass on that part of the message."

Kelly sighed. "It's no reflection on your ability, you understand," she said, "but you see our problem?"

Michelle was quiet for several heartbeats. Then she finally said, "Oh, what the hell. Why not? Alright, I'll go blonde for a little while, at least until the account is up and running. Will that be acceptable?"

Kelly nodded. "Indubitably so, Michelle. And thank you. You'll be pleased to know that it won't cost you a cent to do so, either. We have a salon on-site and it is staffed by some of the finest hair technicians in Chrystal Heights."

Michelle nodded. "That will be fine," she said.

Kelly glanced at Dr. Street, who nodded his apparent acceptance of the solution. "Excellent," said Kelly. "Now, we continue. The next step may seem a tad excessive and perhaps a bit intimidating, Michelle, but I assure it's harmless."

"I'm glad to hear that," said Michelle, glancing at the array of computer equipment.

A nurse with a professional bearing came forward, syringe in hand. She paused in front of Michelle and said, "Bare your hip."

Michelle's eyebrows rose. "I beg your pardon?" she said.

Kelly interjected smoothly, "It's just an activator, Michelle. It's completely harmless. Well, assuming you don't attempt to sell our secrets, anyway. It's more of a chemical catalyst than anything, and it has no direct effect on you, so you can relax. It was mentioned in the paperwork you signed, remember?"

Michelle did remember, although she hadn't understood the significance of that paperwork at the time. Still, assuming they were telling the truth, the chemical was harmless. She still felt a bit leery, but she kept her face straight as she slid the waist of her skirt down, baring her hip to the nurse.

"That's fine," said Michelle. "Do what you have to do."

The nurse wiped Michelle's hip. Michelle looked away and jumped only slightly when the needle slid into her hip. Then it was over.

"Very good," said Kelly. "Now, Michelle, if you would please come here and sit down."

Michelle walked to the indicated machine and sat down. She was sitting directly between two complex machines that appeared to be industrial computers of some sort. The two machines were connected by a myriad of wires that connected to a visored helmet. 

Kelly stepped forward and handed Michelle the helmet. "Put this on, Michelle," said Kelly. "I'm also attaching these Velcro strips to your wrists. You're going to feel a rush once the program starts. Don't worry, that's normal. This can't hurt you. This is simply an advanced hypnosis program of sorts."

Michelle's eyebrows rose. "Hypnosis?" she said.

Kelly nodded. "Yes. Don't worry, you're not going to start clucking like a chicken or stripping in the lobby. This is strictly business-related and it will only interfere with you attempting to intentionally leak extensive information about our agency. We can't make you kill somebody or anything like that."

Michelle nodded. "I understand. I'm just surprised you feel that, ah, hypnotism is dependable enough to ensure security."

"Well, it's a bit more complex than that," said Kelly, "but not much more. And it's worked so far. Are you ready?"

Michelle nodded and then slid the helmet carefully onto her head. She saw the technician fiddling with the buttons and suddenly the inside of the helmet inflated. Michelle could feel various metal ends pressing against her scalp. Then she felt an odd buzzing through her head. It was quite distracting. It felt like each individual hair follicle was vibrating. Very strange. In fact, she was...

"All finished! How do you feel?" said Kelly.

"Huh?" said Michelle. "I mean, I'm fine. Sorry. Just a bit out of it there."

"That's common after a session in this machine," said Kelly. Kelly then turned to Dr. Street. "With your permission, sir, I'll continue with Michelle's introduction tour now."

"Yes, yes, of course," said the professor. "Nice to have met you, Michelle."

*****

The salon wasn't large, but it was quite well-equipped and modern-looking. The silver surfaces gleamed and the manner in which the technicians comported themselves suggested they were competent and knew their business. Business appeared to be fairly brisk as a redheaded woman with an employee badge was leaving and two other non-employee customers were waiting. One of the customers was even male.

This was the final stop of a busy day for Michelle. She had toured the various departments and even a few of the laboratories, and she had to admit they had a pretty complex operation going. There was a positive buzz in the air and a good deal of hustle and bustle as the company prepared for their Fall lineup. Apparently this was where Michelle would focus her initial efforts. Blonde Concepts was launching a wave of new Autumn-themed scents and cosmetics and expectations were high.

It had been a long day and Michelle enjoyed V.I.P. treatment as the salon technicians- probably responding to Kelly's presence- scrambled to ensure Michelle's every comfort. Soon she was lying back in a comfortably reclining salon chair, a bottle of spring water in her hand.

"This is a fairly new process, but it's becoming very popular, despite its expense," said Kelly. "Rather than simply change your hair color, they are going to treat each individual follicle. I don't fully understand the science, but the end result is simply that your hair will actually be permanently blonde now. Until you have the process reversed, your hair is going to grow in blonde, so you won't have to return monthly to get your roots done."

"Really?" said Michelle. "That sounds, ah, expensive."

"It is," said Kelly, "but don't worry...we're picking up the tab for this one. We'll even tip the stylist."

"Thank you," said Michelle. "Keeping one's stylist happy is rather important, you know."

"Of course," said Kelly. "It's my business to know that."

The process was lengthy but relatively pain-free. The color was stripped from Michelle's hair, and then an analysis performed to determine the perfect shade of blonde for her features and hair type. Then a helmet was lowered onto her head and she felt the pressure of many tiny needles pressed against her scalp. The helmet was finally lifted and the stylist went back to work on her hair. When she finished, Michelle could scarcely believe her eyes.

"It actually looks...good!" she said. "I'm surprised. Blonde has traditionally been a disaster for me."

"We appreciate your sacrifice," said Kelly. "I'm sure we're going to do great things together."

*****

A week later, Michelle was sitting in the Electric Raven Coffee and Juice Bar for a late drink. She was alone.

The Electric Raven resembled a tavern more than a cafe. It was set off the main street, a short way down a darkened alley. Steps led down to a dimly lit door. Inside was somewhat better lit, but there were a host of darkened corners and nooks to sit unobserved. Various small tables were placed haphazardly with no particular order to them. Old couches were placed here and there, along with the occasional loveseat. Various quotes and artistic images covered the walls. In a corner was a small slightly raised stage- more of a deck, really- with a single dim spotlight shining on a microphone stand with a stool next to it, in place for the weekly poetry open-mike nights. Track lighting left some areas better lit than others. Everybody was welcome at the Electric Raven and questions weren't asked.

The clientele represented an interesting cross-section of Chrystal Heights. Several mohawked punks lounged on a couch sipping cappuccinos and Shakespeare in equal doses. A bespectacled accountant in a suit-and-tie read "Tax Laws and Dungeons" while holding a leash attached to the spiked leather collar of a six-foot lingerie model dressed in a skin-tight leather catsuit and licking cream from a bowl. A musician with a local hard-rock band drank cucumber chasers and whispered sweet nothings into the ear of a girl dressed in the regalia of Queen Victoria. A pair of nuns sipped chilled Jagermeister and chatted amicably about Emily Dickinson with two cheerleaders who had sweet smiles and evil eyes.

Michelle was sitting at the bar. She was bored. She idly tossed pretzels to the live gremlin sitting next to the cash register as she thought about her job.

It had been a busy week. Blonde Concepts was getting ready to kick off the fall campaign, and they wanted the marketing plans in place immediately. Michelle had been racing from department to department, getting a feel for the products, and it was going well, but the security issues were interfering time and again. She'd also had to sit through the helmet and injection treatment two more times. The management didn't trust *anybody*, and she was getting tired of being treated like a spy.

And that was when the striking redhead sat down next to her.

Not that Michelle minded. After all, she often said that redheads make the best toys. But there was something familiar about this redhead, and, after a minute, Michelle knew what it was. This was the same redhead that she had seen walking out of the salon on her first day at Blonde Concepts. 

Surely her presence here was a coincidence, right? Michelle decided to find out. She waved the bartender over.

"Ah, yes, what can I get for you, luv?" asked the bartender.

Michelle tapped her lower lip with a finger briefly, then smiled. "Well, I was going to order another Mike's *Hard* Lemonade," she said, "but I've changed my mind. I think I'd rather have a Redheaded Slut."

The bartender glanced at the woman sitting next to Michelle and grinned. "Jagermeister, peach schnapps and cranberry juice. No problem," he said. He walked away to prepare the drink.

The red-haired woman hadn't missed the exchange, and she was looking at Michelle with a tolerant smile on her face. "Interesting name for a drink," she said. "I've never had one."

Michelle let her tongue touch the bottom of her upper teeth. Then she smiled. "Oh, you should. Redheaded sluts are *delicious*."

The woman chuckled politely, but her hips twitched in response. "It sounds like you've had a lot of redheaded sluts," she said.

"Some," said Michelle, "but you never get tired of them. No matter how chilled they are, they just melt in your mouth."

"You sound sure of yourself," said the woman.

"Sure," said Michelle. "I'll show you." She turned and caught the bartender's attention. She held up two fingers and the bartender nodded. "Now you'll get a redheaded slut of your very own."

The woman smiled. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

Michelle let her eyes drop slightly, taking in the woman's body, then raised her eyes again. "I know," she said, "but I like redheaded sluts."

The shots arrived. The woman picked hers up and said, "Thank you. I'm Cassandra, by the way."

"Michelle."

They pitched back their shots at the same time, and Michelle chuckled as Cassandra shuddered slightly.

"Well," said Cassandra, "that's different. What's that ghastly aftertaste?"

"Jagermeister. You get used to it." Michelle signaled for two more. "So what do you do, Cassandra?"

The redhead paused only briefly before answering. "I'm an administrative assistant for a software company. You?"

*You mean you're a spy for Blonde Concepts, you adorable little liar, you*, thought Michelle. Out loud, she said, "Marketing for a major corporation."

Cassandra's voice was a shade too casual. "Really?" she said. "Which one?"

"Blonde Concepts," said Michelle.

"Omigod, you're kidding!" said Cassandra. "I love their products! I'd love to know what they're coming out with next!"

Michelle groaned to herself. This was the best lead-in Cassandra could come up with? As a spy, Cassandra had a ways to go. "Well, in that case," said Michelle, "just wait until I tell you about the Autumn 'Winds of Change' lineup kicking off in a few weeks! It's going to make Blonde Concepts bigger than Revlon or Maybeline!"


Breach of Confidentiality Ch. 01



Cassandra kicked back her shot with enthusiasm now. "Tell me about it!"

On sure ground now, Michelle decided to have some fun. 

*****

Several hours later, a thoroughly satisfied Michelle pushed the sleeping Cassandra's head out from between her thighs. The quite intoxicated redhead had passed out after licking Michelle to a series of lovely orgasms.

Michelle grinned and glanced around Cassandra's bedroom. The naked redhead was sprawled across the bed. Cassandra had been quite good despite her lack of experience, and Michelle had enjoyed herself to no end. But now it was time for business. 

First things first, of course. Despite her wonderfully skillful tongue, Cassandra was still a spy, and, for spying on Michelle, she deserved some form of punishment. Michelle got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Although she wasn't familiar with Cassandra's bathroom, she found what she needed easily enough.

She pushed the passed-out redhead onto her back. She then spread shaving cream liberally into Cassandra's fiery red bush. Cassandra never stirred as Michelle methodically shaved the redhead's pussy completely smooth. Sure, it was petty, but Michelle enjoyed it anyway. 

Once that was done, Michelle rolled Cassandra onto her belly. She then took out a tube of red lipstick and leaned across the back of Cassandra's thighs. Smirking, Michelle used the lipstick to carefully write, "Hi Kelly!" on Cassandra's firm rounded ass, with one word on each cheek. She wanted to add, "Hi, Dr. Street!" but didn't want to push her luck. Michelle stood then and used Cassandra's phone to take a picture of the redhead's bare ass. She wanted to make sure the redhead saw her ass as it now was, so she'd be able to remember the moment. Of course, as long as it took lipstick to fade, her ass would likely be sporting the words for several days. 

Her work finished, Michelle dressed and left the redhead's apartment. Perhaps now Kelly and Blonde Concepts would realize that Michelle was no dumb cookie.

*****

Kelly was fuming.

"Hi Kelly?" HI KELLY?!?" she said, her teeth clenched.

Michelle shrugged. "I knew who she was. I was just trying to show you that I am perfectly capable of spotting someone trying to get information from me. I should think you'd be happy that I'm not an idiot. Would you rather have someone who was gullible in my position?"

"That is not the issue, Michelle," said Kelly. "The issue is that you told the girl all about our fall lineup! What if she really had been working for one of our competitors? You took a huge risk!"

Michelle rolled her eyes. "Hardly. All I told her were a few of the scent and color names, and, since I knew she already worked for you, I knew she had that information already. There was no risk. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, she didn't know that information," said Kelly, her neck muscles taunt. "Her department doesn't have that information yet. And that means you gave away classified information in a casual, non-secure location."

"Classified information? Non-secure location? Kelly, this is not the military!" said Michelle.

"Maybe not," said Kelly, "but we have rules. Very strict rules, which you were well aware of when you decided to pull this stunt." Kelly tossed a folder onto the table. "I'm sorry to say your services are no longer required. Your superiors have been contacted and informed of our decision and the actions that led us to this decision. A pity, because you actually had potential."

Michelle stared. "You're not serious! You're firing me?!? Because I showed you I have a brain?"

"No, we're firing you because you're a security risk, Michelle. But don't worry...you'll be back."

Michelle snatched her purse. "Fat chance of that happening, Kelly. Feel free to hold your breath waiting." She started for the door, then paused. "If I'm such a security risk, why are you letting me just walk out the door? What's to stop me from going straight to one of your competitors and telling them what I know?"

For the first time since Michelle's arrival, Kelly smiled. "Because you couldn't tell them anything, sweetie. By giving away sensitive information in a non-secure setting, you triggered your internal security safeguards. Good luck with that. Now get out."

NEXT: Part 2



Breach of Confidentiality Ch. 02



Back at the home office, things weren't going any better for Michelle. Her immediate supervisor Archie was on vacation, so she was meeting with Archie's superior, Albert. Albert was at least as unhappy as Kelly had been.

"I hope you understand that you blew the Blonde Concepts account, Michelle," said Albert, in a dreadfully casual tone. "That was a blue chip client, and your personal actions cost us the money we would have made as well as damaging our reputation. Now, make no mistake...I'm about to fire you. But I find myself saying, 'Well, perhaps there's a good reason Michelle completely disregarded procedure and decided her personal entertainment was more important than her job. Perhaps our blue chip client just over-reacted.' So, why don't you tell me what you said to that girl that got the management over there in such a tizzy?"

This was it. Michelle had this one chance to save her job. She looked at Albert, took a deep mental breath and opened her mouth to describe the conversation. Unfortunately, what came out was a girlish giggle.

Albert blinked as Michelle clapped a hand over her mouth. Veins began to stand out on Albert's forehead. "Do you think this is funny, Michelle?" asked Albert. He watched Michelle shake her head. "Then try it one more time. And this really better be good."

Michelle's heart was racing. Where the hell had that giggle come from? She gave herself a moment to calm down before looking at Albert again. She tried again to speak, but found herself pressing her knees together, ankles splaying apart, her hands in her lap as she again giggled helplessly. The more she tried to explain, the more she giggled.

Albert stood up, his face thunderclouds. "You're done here, Michelle. Clean out your desk. Good luck with whatever you decide to do in the future." He then turned and walked out the door.

*****

Michelle put the box in the trunk of her car. It had been really strange seeing her desk so empty. 

The drive home was unpleasant, and now she had to find new employment. She hadn't planned on staying at MarketTech forever anyway, so maybe this was a chance for a new opportunity. Remembering that Power Plus Marketing had once offered her a position- she had turned it down because MarketTech had fortunately offered her a position at the same time- she decided to start there.

She tried not to be nervous as she dialed the number. Too soon someone answered, "Power Plus Marketing."

"I'd like to speak with Tom Chalmers, please," said Michelle. She waited as the call was transferred. 

"Tom Chalmers."

Michelle took a breath. "Hello, Mr. Chalmers. I don't know if you remember me, but I..."

Tom interrupted her. "Michelle! Of course I remember you. So does every other man here, no doubt. You made quite the impression."

It was nice to know her flirting had paid off for once. "Thank you, Mr. Chalmers. I just wanted to let you know that I'm in the market once again, and if you have any opportunities available, I'd love to explore them."

Chalmers brayed laughter. "Yeah, I already heard you got bounced by the MarketTech boys, although nobody said why. Did you steal from a client?"

"No."

"Did you sleep with any of your clients?"

"No!"

"Too bad. That would have scored points in your favor. Alright, as long as you didn't steal or kill, whatever happened is between you and MarketTech, alright? Come by tomorrow, we'll get you started."

"Oh!" said Michelle. "Thank you, Mr. Chalmers! You won't regret this."

"I hope not," said Chalmers. "We'll see you tomorrow."

A rush of excitement surged through Michelle as she hung up the phone. A new job already, on the first call, no less! Yes, Chalmers could be a bit inappropriate at times and Power Plus wasn't in the same league as MarketTech, but she was willing to put up with it for now. 

Result!

*****

Michelle woke up the next morning and knew immediately that something was different.

She sat up, blinking. Then she got out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom. And finally she realized what was bothering her.

Her hair was much fuller and longer than it had any right to be.

Michelle turned on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror. What she saw made her eyes widen and her heart race. 

Her hair was a thick mass of poofy blonde curls flowing all the way down her back. It was a teenager's first perm, embarrassingly adorable, and far more appropriate on a beach bunny than in a marketing office. 

Michelle tried to calm her racing thoughts. Chalmers probably wouldn't care...in fact, he'd probably like it...but it was still going to be embarrassing as hell. And why the hell did this have to happen today? It had to be some reaction to her shampoo, or the chemicals that Kelly had been pumping into her.

Well, she didn't have time to worry about it. She could flow around the obstacles as well as the next person, and she had bigger fish to fry, so she jumped in the shower and spent the next hour shampooing and blow-drying her mass of hair.

She finally finished with her hair, so it was time to get dressed. And that was when Michelle made another discovery. 

Her bra was a size too small.

Michelle swore. This wasn't happening. The damn thing had to have shrunk in the laundry. Every bra she tried on, however, ended with the same result. The band size was fine, but the cup was too small. Michelle finally had to face it. Her boobs had somehow grown a cup size.

Michelle clenched her teeth. This had to be Kelly's stupid security formula or whatever it was. Well, she couldn't do anything about it now. She squeezed her boobs into her stretchiest bra and decided to go with it. Yes, they were bulging a bit out the top and she jiggled a bit when she walked, but, as long as she kept them covered, that would be fine.

Getting dressed, however, proved to be a bit of a problem. Nothing seemed to fit right. she seemed to have lost an inch or two on her waist, but her hips seemed an inch or two wider. Michelle finally settled on a long skirt and blouse combination, but nothing felt right. It was frustrating, but she could feel a wave of heat just sweeping over her every time she slipped the clothing on. It was like her skin being covered by clothing caused her to be distractedly aroused. Chemicals couldn't possibly be causing this!

Michelle finally settled on a skirt and blouse combination that was quite a bit more casual and revealing than her original choices, but at least she was able to get dressed. The blouse showed more cleavage than was really appropriate for the first day at a new job, and the skirt showed more leg than necessary, but Chalmers probably wouldn't mind and she was able to wear it, so she left it at that. She still felt a constant buzz of arousal, but she would just have to live with that for now.

The problems she had getting ready and dressed had delayed her, and she had to race to Power Plus Marketing headquarters. She rushed in the door and looked at the clock, hoping that somehow their clock was slow. No such luck.

Chalmers stepped out of his office and looked at Michelle.

Michelle walked over to Chalmers with her hand extended. "Gosh, thank you so much for this opportunity! I mean it! I am sooooo sorry for running late, but it won't happen again, 'kay? I promise!"

Michelle saw Chalmers looking at her oddly, and her cheeks colored as she realized she had babbling. She looked down and mumbled an apology, wishing there was a hole she could jump into.

"Hey, don't worry about it, okay?" said Chalmers. "It happens. I see you changed your hair color since the last time I saw you. It's, ah, nice. It suits you. Sort of. Anyway, come on...I'll show you your desk."

Michelle gratefully followed Chalmers to her desk. She found herself in a cubicle, with rose-colored separators surrounding her. Well, it was something, anyway. She turned to Chalmers. "Thank you, Mr. Chalmers," she said, in what she hoped was a more professional tone of voice that her earlier babble.

"You're welcome, Michelle," said Chalmers. "We're going to have a meeting in about thirty minutes, give you a chance to meet everyone, get your first assignment, that kind of thing. Go ahead and get settled for now."

Michelle was grateful for the brief reprieve. She had gotten flustered, and that had caused her to babble like a teenager. She forced herself to calm down and prepare for the meeting. It would be everybody's first time meeting Michelle, and she had to make sure she made the proper first impression.

Two cups of coffee later, Chalmers stuck his head in the cubicle and summoned Michelle. Michelle stood up, heart racing from pure caffeine, and made her way to the meeting room. She took a seat at the long table and watched her new co-workers as they filed into the room

Chalmers sat at the head of the table and called the meeting to order. "Good morning. This won't take long. First, I want to congratulate Jackson on the work he did on the Flowers By Ike account. Nice job, Mr. Jackson! Secondly, I want to announce we have a new account with Martin's Sporting Goods store. They're a small but growing company, and we're getting in at just the right time. And finally, I want everybody to meet our newest employee, Michelle. We managed to steal her from MarketTech, and we're expecting big things from her. She'll be working the Martin's account. Give her a big hello, everybody." 

Michelle stood up and there was a round of applause tinged with respect. MarketTech was one of the big boys, and snatching one of their people was a coup of sorts. 

Michelle waited until the applause died down before speaking. Then she said, "Thanks, guys! It's super to be here! I've already got some, like, awesome ideas for this Mikey's Sporting Goods store! This is gonna be totally off the hookah!"

There was complete silence for several heartbeats. Michelle's eyes suddenly widened as she realized that what she had tried to say was not what had actually come out. Her fingers flew to her mouth and she tried to play it off. Unfortunately, what came out was an inane giggle.

Chalmers finally stepped in at that point. "Alright, everybody, thanks for your time. Meeting adjourned!" Everybody stood up and began to file out. There was a murmur of conversation, and it wasn't hard to figure out what they were talking about.

Chalmers turned to Michelle. "Michelle, are you feeling okay? You sounded a bit, ah, ditzy there, you know."

Michelle's cheeks were burning. "I know, Mr. Chalmers. I just, ah, got a little flustered, that's all. I'll be fine."

Chalmers nodded. "I'm glad to hear that," he said.

But Michelle wasn't fine. She found the problem getting worse, and she struggled with her speech patterns for the rest of the day. She found herself chirping in a high-pitched, cheerful tone when asking or answering questions. If she tried to concentrate on her word formation, it was even more pronounced. Her words would then come out choppy and slow, and she knew she sounded even more bubble-headed than when she bimbo-babbled. It was as if she had an editor in her head...everything she wanted to say seemed to go through this editor before it reached her mouth. If she tried to say "hello," it came out of her mouth as "Hi there, cutie!" If she tried to say "yes," it came out as "okey dokey" or "yeppers!" She sounded embarrassingly cutsie, but she couldn't stop it. And equally frustrating was her incessant giggle. It was becoming more pronounced and automatic. 

Five o'clock couldn't arrive soon enough. At five minutes til, however, Chalmers called Michelle into his office.

"Congratulations on making it through your first day, Michelle," said Chalmers. "You've been looking a bit confused and flustered all day, though, and I was wondering if everything is all right? You seem a little, ah, different from what I remember from your original interview."

Michelle sighed. She knew she had to tell him what happened. Besides, she had already triggered the stupid effects...what else could happen now?

Michelle giggled. "Well, I was, like, working on this account, you know? And it was...was...it was..."

Chalmers looked at Michelle with a dubious expression. "It was what? What account are you talking about?"

Michelle opened her mouth, but she was unable to speak. Her mouth and lips were tingling and her eyes widened as an incredibly overwhelming urge to suck swept over her. She blinked, breathless, and her eyes were riveted to the bulge in Chalmer's pants. Her mouth was watering at the very thought of that cock just sliding through her tightly wrapped lips and filling her mouth with hot...

"Michelle?" said Chalmers' voice. "Michelle?"

"Oh!" said Michelle. "I'm, like, sorry, honest! I'm kinda spacey today, you know?" She took several steps backward, her eyes still glued to Chalmers' crotch. "I'll see you tomorrow, cutie, 'kay?" Then she turned and fled.

Michelle made it to her car breathing like she had sprinted the entire way. There was nothing wrong with her brain. Nothing! But she couldn't control her speech patterns or her giggle, and now she was having trouble controlling her arousal. She had been horny since she got dressed in the morning, but the wave that had swept over her in Chalmers' office was something else entirely. And worse, it wasn't going away. She needed to suck something in the worst way. 

She rifled through her purse trying to find a lollipop, but there were none. Finally, in desperation, Michelle slid her thumb into her mouth. She ignored the looks of the other drivers as she sped onward. She had to run some errands before she went home. Glancing down at her bulging boobs, she knew what her first stop would be.

*****

Michelle arrived home and tossed her packages to the side. She quickly locked and chained her door, then stripped off her clothing. Then she popped her new pacifier into her mouth and raced to grab her strongest vibrator. She plopped onto her bed, spread her legs and immediately pressed the humming vibe against her swollen clit. Her nipples hardened, her hips began bucking and almost instantly she was squealing around the pacifier. 

She was a slave to her vibrator for nearly twenty minutes before it finally rolled from her powerless hand. She was barely conscious. Michelle had gone from store to store, buying new clothes. Trying on clothes, however, apparently triggered her arousal. At least, the most conservative clothing did. Michelle had tried on several long skirts and dresses, and that had been a mistake. She had become so overwhelmed by arousal that she had started jilling herself in the changing room, and that had gotten her thrown out. Still, she had managed to get almost everything she needed. But her arousal had built to an unbearably heated precipice, and so her release had been catastrophic. 

Her heartbeat was just returning to normal when she faded into a blissful sleep.

*****

When she woke, Michelle knew her day wasn't going to be any better than the previous day.

She sat up and was immediately rewarded by a weighty jiggling between her shoulders and just above her belly. Michelle clenched her teeth as she realized her boobs had swelled even more. Now, however, her nipples were much more sensitive than they had been the day before. In fact, they were distractingly sensitive.

Michelle stood and then padded her naked body into her bathroom. She examined herself in the full-length mirror. It was as bad as she feared. In fact, it was worse.

Her boobs had swelled to the outer limits of barely appropriate. Her waist now pinched in and her hips had widened another inch or two. Michelle turned sideways and gasped as she realized her ass had bubbled as well. Then she leaned in and examined her face and noticed something else. Her lips were swelling, and not just a little. 

Michelle stared at her reflection. She realized she was twirling a strand of hair around her finger and she forced herself to stop. Alright, she was trapped in this embarrassing bimbo body right now, but that didn't mean she had to act like a bimbo. It would take a lot of work, but Michelle was going to make sure that everybody eventually saw past her exaggerated curves and realized there was a brain under that mop of blonde curls.

As long as she could keep her arousal under control, that was.

Getting dressed again proved to be challenging. The more clothing she wore...specifically, the more skin she covered, the more intense the arousal spike. Michelle had thought herself ready to put up with being hot and horny, but she wasn't ready for the intensity of the heat. It was much stronger than yesterday, and she had found herself on the floor jilling herself before she knew what was happening when she had tried some conservative garb. Nipples hard, squirming, belly muscles twitching, Michelle finally accepted she had no choice. She slipped into a miniskirt that was barely three inches below her ass and a blouse that showed a good three inches of belly and far more cleavage than she would have ever expected to show in the office. And, even with this outfit, she still maintained a low ebb of distinct arousal.

Michelle was running late again, but she ran into the office just before nine. She made it into her cubicle and collapsed in relief. She had a few minutes to gather her thoughts and get ready to show everyone that she wasn't just a big pair of boobs. 

"Good morning, Michelle," said Chalmers, standing at the opening of her cubicle, several files in his hand.

"Oh!" said Michelle. Then she giggled. "Hiya, Mr. Chalmers!" She bounced up and walked around her desk.

"So, are you ready to start your new account- Martin's Sporting Goods?" asked Chalmers, holding out a file.

"Oh, you betcha!" said Michelle. "I am sooooo gonna kick some butt! You'll see!" Michelle wanted to scream in frustration, but all that came out was a perky giggle. She was struggling not to stare at Chalmers' bulge. Her mouth was watering helplessly.

"I'm glad to see that kind of enthusiasm," said Chalmers. "Keep up the good work!" He reached out and patted her shoulder, but his hand somehow slid down her back and right off her rounded ass.

Michelle's first thought had been to step back, but, to her embarrassment, she found herself instinctively sticking her ass out and giggling as his hand made contact with her rounded globes.

Chalmers chuckled and winked, then turned and left the cubicle. Blushing, Michelle stomped back to her desk and tried to think of something really painful to do to Kelly and Dr. Street. 

Michelle did the best she could, despite feeling horribly underdressed and helplessly aroused. She kept her thighs pressed together and tried to distract herself, but her belly muscles twitched without mercy. Her nipples were hard, and every movement caused waves of pleasure to flow through her. Worse, she still had an overwhelming need to suck. Then Chalmers showed up in front of her desk again.

"Alright, Michelle," said Chalmers, "the representatives from Martin's Sporting Goods will be here in about half an hour for a brainstorming session. I know it's short notice, but try to have at least a little something ready for them, okay?" 

Michelle's belly muscles fluttered with nervousness, but she didn't let that show. "Sure, no pwoblem, boss!"

Chalmers' left eyelid twitched momentarily. Then he held out a large teeshirt. "Here," he said. "Put this on. I had several made this morning. Make sure you wear it for the meeting."

Michelle held the teeshirt out at arm's length. It was black with the words "TEAM MARTIN" in white lettering across the chest. Looking at the tag, Michelle saw that it was an extra-large.

"Ummmm...do you have anything a bit, um, tighter, like?" she asked.

Chalmers shook his head. "No," he said. "I'm not sure what size the representatives from Martin's will be, so I got all extra-larges. Don't worry...I'm sure they'll still notice your big tits, alright? Just wear it, and don't embarrass me." 




Breach of Confidentiality Ch. 02



Michelle flushed. Chalmers thought she was worried about people not seeing her boobs! Dammit!

Well, there wasn't any way around it. Maybe it wouldn't have any effect. Michelle slipped her arms into the teeshirt and pulled it over her head. She fluffed her hair back into place and gave Chalmers a perky smile. Chalmers nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left the cubicle.

Michelle smiled until Chalmers was out of her line-of-sight. The moment he disappeared from view, she collapsed against the side of her desk. She tried to breath through the incredibly heated wave of arousal that had swept over her the moment she donned the teeshirt. She could feel the flush on her cheeks and her hips twitched involuntarily from heated need. She was wearing too much. She had to take something off, somehow.

She made her way towards the bathroom. Michelle knew her hips were wriggling, but she couldn't stop it at the moment. She just needed to get out of sight for a few minutes.

Once she had locked herself in the bathroom, Michelle stripped off her clothing. The heat dropped, but only slightly. That damn Blonde Concepts. Their policies were...were...it was impossible to think when she was this damn horny. She had to suck so bad. She popped a thumb in her mouth and sat her bare ass on the toilet lid as her fingers slid between her thighs, rubbing and squeezing her clit. Michelle mewled around her thumb. She had to orgasm. She had to. She had to! 

Horribly, she couldn't release. Michelle knew she was a wet mess and probably smelled like sex, but she couldn't orgasm. She looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were red, her lips even more swollen and her eyes wide and surprised looking. Gawd, she had to cum. She was squirming like a slut in heat.

Michelle looked at her watch and gasped. The team from Martin's would already be here! She had to get dressed, but she couldn't go out in all that clothing. She couldn't! In desperation, she put her skirt and the teeshirt back on, but left her panties, bra and blouse off. She waited several heartbeats. She was horny...very horny...very fucking horny! But she could just take it with what she had on, as long as the meeting didn't last long.

She took her discarded clothing and tucked them inside the belly of the teeshirt. Then she exited the bathroom and quickly made her way back to her cubicle. She heard Chalmers calling her name.

Michelle giggled and waved. "I'll be wight there!" she said. Then she ducked into her cubicle and stuck her underclothes into a drawer. She grabbed her few notes and made her way to the meeting room.

Chalmers was inside. Sitting next to him were two unfamiliar men and a woman. "Hi!" said Michelle, wiggling her fingers at them. "Sorry! I had to go to the little girls' room to tinkle!" She mentally clenched her teeth. She sounded like a bubble-head. 

The two men chuckled. The woman gave a barely concealed smirk.

"Thank you for joining us, Michelle," said Chalmers. "This is Andrew, James and Diane. They represent the interests of Martin's Sporting Goods, your new account."

Michelle fluttered her eyes at the visitors as she sat down directly across from Diane. "Oh! This is so cool! We're gonna do really great things together, guys!" Oh...gawd...she needed to jump into a hole so bad...

Andrew nodded. "We certainly hope so. Tell me, do you have any initial ideas? You know...just something to get the ball rolling, so to speak."

Michelle squirmed in her seat. She was hot...aroused. Everything seemed to swirl. Her skin felt warm. She needed cock in the worst way. Yes, cock. Cock in her mouth. Cock in her pussy. Cock in her mouth. Cock in her ass. Cock in her mouth. Cock...

"Michelle?" said Chalmeres.

Michelle gasped. "Oh!" she said. "Oh, yeah, ideas! Ummmm...I was thinking...maybe, you know, a shirt with a really long hockey dick...oh! Stick, I mean! A really long hockey *stick* across the chest. And, like, right in the middle, a great big round fuck...puck! Puck, I mean! A great big round puck right in the middle saying, like, Martin's Pumping Me Good! Er, Martin's Sporting the Goods! Sporting Goods!"

Michelle gazed at the faces of her small audience, all of whom looked like Michelle had just slapped them in the face with a wet cat. She could feel her skin getting heated from embarrassment and arousal, and she nervously fluttered the bottom hem of her shirt up and down, trying to cool herself off. Or at least her belly.

Chalmers rubbed his temple as if he were developing some strong pains in there. "Michelle," he said, "could you please not flap your shirt up and down like that? Everyone can see that you're not wearing a bra."

Diane piped up. "She's not wearing panties, either."

Michelle froze, releasing the hem of her shirt. She hadn't really just flashed the entire room, had she? 

Chalmers stood. "I'll tell you what...give us a day to put some stuff together here and we'll get back to you tomorrow with some dynamite stuff, okay? Michelle's not feeling too good, and she's still getting settled, so let's give her a chance to show what she's got, and we'll take it from there."

Diane smiled. "Actually, she's already showed us what she's got."

Michelle was pretty sure she couldn't blush any brighter.

Andrew laughed. "Relax, Michelle. We hope you feel better. And work on that package, okay?"

Package. Michelle though of Andrew's package just sliding into her mouth...her lips wrapped around that package...that package filling her mouth with hot...

"Michelle?" said Chalmers' voice.

"Oh! Oh, thank you, sir!" said Michelle. "Thank you very much!" 

The representatives filed out the door. Chalmers shut the door behind them and turned to Michelle.

"Alright, Michelle," he said, "What the hell is going on? And this needs to be good. I hired a marketing wildcat from MarketTech, but what I'm getting is a bimbo from Blondesville. Which one are you?"

Michelle tried to tell him about what happened at Blonde Concepts. She sent the words to her mouth, but nothing came out. Her need to suck swelled into desperate raging need, however, and she was breathless with the intensity of the craving. She had to have it. She would scream if she didn't suck some cock right now. Right now. RIGHT NOW!

The helplessly horny blonde girl walked to Chalmers and dropped to her knees in front of him. He didn't move as she reached out and unzipped his pants. She knew she would probably lose her job after this, but that thought was so far away as not to matter. The important thing was sliding that hardening cock into her mouth. 

Her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft and she shuddered. He was solid within moments, and Michelle slid her warm, wet mouth over her boss's cock. Her lips wrapped tightly around his hardness and her head began to bob as those swelled pillows slid up and down his cock.

Michelle's belly muscles were twitching and jumping in time with her mouth stroking over Chalmers' cock. She felt his fingers sliding into her hair, his palms on her head, but her head continued to bob back and forth. Her heat was building and she couldn't stop. Her body was crying for release and she was on the edge, but frustratingly unable to do so. Then she realized his cock had become solid steel in her mouth and a moment later a stream of hot cum began flooding her mouth.

She swallowed the flood instinctively, unable to stop herself, and that triggered her own release. Michelle's eyes widened, then closed as she suddenly squealed in helpless heated release around his cock, her moans only partially muffled by her mouthful of cock and semen. She realized her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock, and the feeling of cock being lodged in her throat made her shudder again.

The flood of cum seemed to last forever, but at last she realized that he had finished. Her belly was embarrassingly full and her cheeks were bright red, but she could at least concentrate somewhat again. 

Chalmers' slid his cock from between Michelle's swollen lips. Michelle accidentally let out a small burp and her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide.

Chalmers chuckled, obviously much too relaxed from his unexpected blowjob to worry about her lapse in manners. Or how she had messed up the earlier meeting, hopefully.

Her boss zipped himself up. He looked down at Michelle, who was still on her knees. Then he patted Michelle on the head. 

"Alright, Michelle," he said, "if that was your way of apologizing, then apology accepted. Go get dressed. If you want. I personally don't care if you wear panties or not, but try not to flash your tits to the whole office, okay? Now, go put something together for Martin's. Make it good and maybe I'll forget how you embarrassed me at the meeting today. And if you do it again, you'll need to do better than a blowjob to fix it, capice? Now get."

NEXT: The conclusion.



Breach of Confidentiality Ch. 03



Part 3- Conclusion

Michelle sat at the bar of the Electric Raven nursing a Mike's Hard Lemonade. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a belly-baring crop top with a good deal of exposed cleavage. It was about the only thing she could wear and still be able to function. She still felt a low ebb of intense arousal and her hips wriggled unconsciously, but she was able to think at least semi-clearly.

Michelle was finally coming to terms with her condition. She was for all intents and purposes trapped in a bimbo body. Physically, her body now represented the stereotypical bimbo, with her blonde hair, highly exaggerated curves and soft, heated flesh just screaming to be touched. Her sexual areas...clit, nipples, lips and- humiliatingly- her anus all possessed increased sensitivity now, far beyond anything she had experienced before. A simple walk across the room left her giggling and squirming like a slut in heat. Michelle knew instinctively that she had to fight the overwhelming sensations, but her body was betraying her at every turn.

Not only did she have the exaggerated body, but she had to show it off. The more clothing she wore, the more intensely aroused she became. Too much clothing and the arousal overwhelmed her ability to think. It was simple math. She had to be practically naked to keep her wits about her.

And it wasn't just her body. Apparently the hypnotic programming left her thoughts untouched, but it had shaped her behaviors and body language. Michelle had always been a flirt, but now she positively radiated heat. Every move she made seemed to serve the purpose of showing off her exaggerated body. Her fingers unconsciously twirled her hair and she rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip when she was thinking really hard. Her speech was pure bimbo babble now. She couldn't help it. Somehow Blonde Concepts had managed to bypass her conscious thoughts and program her subconscious. She was a smart girl completely trapped in a bimbo body. And no one realized that she wasn't really like this!

She couldn't tell anybody what happened, either. She realized now that trying to talk about Blonde Concepts in any way triggered her helpless sucking obsession. Everyone thought she was a bimbo for real and she couldn't even *try* to convince them otherwise. Kelly was right. This was the most diabolical trap ever, and far more binding than any breach of confidentiality contract. She was trapped by pleasure!

"Well, look who's here!" said a voice. "I wasn't expecting to see you out and around. And don't you look adorable! I almost didn't recognize you!"

Michelle looked up, and there stood Cassandra. The redhead had a very smug, self-satisfied smile on her face.

Michelle clenched her teeth. She didn't need this. "Hello, Cassandwa. You can, like, see what's happened, 'kay? I hope you're happy."

Cassandra shrugged, nodding her thanks as the bartender put a shot glass with blue liquid in it in front of her. "Hey, it was your bright idea, alright? I'm the one who should be pissed. I'll be smooth for weeks, thanks to you, and I still have lipstick on my ass, thank you very much! Do you know how embarrassing it was to have to tell them you got me drunk and tricked me?"

Michelle giggled and stuck out her tongue. "I totally dommed you, cutie! You were, like, totally a redheaded slut. Heh. Toldja!"

Cassandra laughed. "Omigod, you sound hysterical! They really did a number on your speech, didn't they? Kelly told me some of what would happen to you, because she knew I was embarrassed about what you did."

Cassandra stopped talking. She had apparently realized that Michelle was squirming.

"What's wrong, Michelle? You're squirming like a slut." Then Cassandra's eyes widened. "Oh, that's right...you can't talk about Blonde Concepts anymore, can you? That means that by us discussing it now, you're having some really strong urges, aren't you?" Cassandra laughed. "Oh, this is rich! Look at you!"

Michelle's hips were wriggling and her mouth watered. She was struggling not to drool, and she needed to suck cock in the worst way. Gawd, she needed some cum in her belly. Damn that Cassandra!

Cassandra leaned forward and whispered in Michelle's ear. "Look at my little Domme girl, all hot and needy! And I know what you need. I'll tell you what. I know the bartender tonight. And I know what you need. If I ask him to, I bet he'll let you suck him off. Would you like that?"

Michelle mewled. Her thumb was back in her mouth. She couldn't help it. She needed to suck. To wrap her lips around a hard shaft. To have a cock pump her mouth.

Cassandra laughed. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, "but you'll have to do it my way. Unless you want to suck a stranger." She indicated the rest of the tavern with a wave of her hand. Michelle shook her head, eyes wide.

"Fine," said Cassandra. She slid her shot glass with the blue liquid over to Michelle. "Here. Drink this. I'll talk to Craig while you do that."

Michelle drank the shot in one movement. She saw Cassandra talking to the bartender and she assumed that was Craig.

Cassandra returned moments later. "Okay, you're in. Get behind the bar."

Michelle blinked, then giggled. "Behind the bar?"

"Yes," said Cassandra. "Are you arguing with me?"

"No!" said Michelle, desperation driving her to her feet. She spotted an opening and quickly made her way behind the bar.

Craig gave Michelle a big smile. "Hiya, darlin'. You're looking fine tonight, aren't ya?"

Michelle giggled, her hip rolling out unconsciously. "Thanks, cutie!" Dammit!

Craig pushed a shot glass to Cassandra, then poured one for Michelle. "Here ya go, darlin'. A little somethin' somethin' to help the medicine go down, right?"

Michelle watched Cassandra drink her shot, so she did the same. This had possibilities. Michelle had already shown she could easily outdrink Cassandra, so if she kept matching drinks with the redhead, she could at least win this round.

Cassandra looked at Michelle with a smirk. "Hey, 'Chelle, tell me all about Blonde Concepts and the Fall lineup. C'mon, tell me!"

Michelle's eyes widened. She turned to Craig, pleading with her eyes.

Craig nodded. "Go 'head, girl. Do it."

Michelle squirmed. "Ummm...shouldn't we go, like, somewhere else...?"

Craig shook his head. "I can do whatever I want as long as I'm behind the bar," he said, "but I can't leave the bar. Sorry, darlin'."

Michelle couldn't wait any more. She dropped to her knees in front of Craig. She hoped nobody could see behind the bar, but she soon forgot about the crowd as her mouth slid over Craig's cock.

Craig apparently enjoyed performing in front of crowds, as he had no difficulties responding to Michelle's ministrations. He even prepared two drinks as Michelle's mouth stroked over his hard shaft. Her belly muscles were twitching and jumping in heated need, and she had been unable to stop even while Craig was preparing the drinks. The couple being served appeared to enjoy the sight of the blonde blowing their bartender while he prepared their liquid refreshment.

"There's never a dull moment here, is there?" said the woman.

"That's the Electric Raven for you," said the man.

Finally, Michelle was rewarded for her efforts when her mouth once again filled with hot cum. She moaned around Craig's shaft as her own intense orgasm began and she instinctively began swallowing the flood. She shuddered as she felt her belly filling. It was a hot and heavy load, and Michelle groaned as her orgasm intensified.

Her wild orgasm finally faded. His cock finally drained as well, and Michelle sat back on her heels, self-consciously wiping her chin. Craig handed her another shot to wash out the aftertaste and she drank it straight down.

"Wow, you're quite the adorable cocksucker, aren't you?" said Cassandra. "That's good...you're going to get a lot of experience now. Heh." Her words seemed slightly slurred, but she drank another shot. "Alright, come back over here and have another drink," she said.

Michelle felt a rush. A couple more drinks and Cassandra would be gone. Michelle giggled and made her way back around the bar, her hand on her full belly. Craig gave her a jaunty wave as she made it back to her stool.

Cassandra placed an order with Craig. Then she turned to Michelle. "I've got some more shots coming. You shouldn't drink too much, though, cuz you'll get all bimboey and stuff, okay?"

Michelle giggled. Cassandra was already half-gone. Michelle was feeling pretty buzzed herself, but she already knew she could out-drink Cassandra. She would be fine for another drink or two, and that would be enough to get Cassandra drunk enough to be dommed by a bimbo. Heh.

Craig arrived with six shots on a tray. He set three down in front of each woman. Cassandra grabbed the first one and said, "Race ya!"

Michelle giggled. "You're on!" 

They knocked back their shots in quick sequence. Michelle was feeling very buzzed now, and she knew that Cassandra had to be even worse. When Craig placed another shot in front of them a few minutes later, Michelle reached out for the shot glass but she was having trouble coordinating her hand to reach it. She giggled. It seemed so funny!

Cassandra helped Michelle get the shot glass into her hand and helped guide the shot to Michelle's mouth. Michelle wavered slightly, blinking. She giggled, and a little of the drink trickled down her chin, but she got most of it in her mouth. She swallowed the drink, then hiccupped. She giggled again. 

"You know, bimbo," said Cassandra, "Kelly didn't really tell you anything about what's happening to you, but she said I can give you a few pointers. I'm gonna give you two." Cassandra leaned close to Michelle and whispered in her ear. "The first thing I'm going to tell you is that accessories help. Paint your fingernails and toenails in bright, bimboey colors. Lots of earrings. Toe rings. Anklets. Bangle bracelets. Bright bimbo red lipstick. And makeup, sweetie. Lots of eye makeup. It won't stop the arousal, but it will help mute it a little. And I'm sure every little bit helps now, doesn't it, slut?"

Cassandra helped Michelle to her feet. Michelle's eyes were a bit glazed and she seemed to have trouble standing. Cassandra walked the stumbling Michelle through the door and towards her car in the parking lot.

"The second tip, sweetie," said Cassandra, "is to let you know that the chemicals that have turned you into a bimbo have also wiped out your resistance to alcohol. Bimbos are supposed to be easy to get drunk, and you are now no exception. Trying to get me drunk was cute. But now, you're going to find out what happens to horny little bimbos who can't hold their alcohol."

*****

Michelle woke the next morning and immediately knew she was dying. She knew this because there could be no other explanation for how she felt. 

She rolled over to block out the horrible light and gasped as she tumbled to the floor. She opened one eye and glanced around. She was in an unfamiliar living room. A living room of the damned.

It finally occurred to Michelle that she was naked. And moments later she made another unexpected discovery.

Two large hoops were dangling from her nipples.

Michelle's eyes widened. Pierced nipples! She had pierced nipples! What the hell had happened?

"Admiring your new accessories?" said a voice. 

Michelle whirled around. Cassandra was leaning against a doorway. Michelle belatedly registered that she was in Cassandra's living room.

Michelle crossed her arms in front of her boobs. "I have nipple rings! My nipples got pierced!" she said.

Cassandra smiled and nodded lazily. "Yep. Don't bother trying to take them out. You need a special tool for those. You got some artwork, too, by the way. Take a look at that hot ass in the mirror, babe."

Michelle's mouth fell open, and she ran to the bathroom. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the mirror.

Sure enough, large letters were tattooed across her left ass cheek. The letters spelled, "BIMBO".

Michelle slapped her palm to her rounded ass cheek and rubbed vigorously, hoping it was just a bad joke. The letters remained as they were.

"Omigod!" said Michelle. "It's, like, totally permanent! It's a real tattoo!"

"He did good work," said Michelle from the bathroom doorway. "It suits you."

Michelle sat on the toilet lid, trying to take it all in. Memories from the night before were beginning to filter in.

"Oh, gawd," said Michelle. "I was...dancing. With guys."

Cassandra laughed. "Boy, were you ever. Topless, no less. Those guys followed you from the tattoo parlor like puppy dogs."

"Guys?" said Michelle. "How...how many...?" A lot of memories were filtering in now.

Cassandra shrugged. "Three. You blew one guy on the drive home. You did the other two here."

Michelle's cheeks turned rosy. "Omigod. You did me. You did my ass with a strap-on last night!"

Cassandra smirked. "Yes, I did. In front of everybody. I didn't even have to get undressed. And by the way, I tried to shave you, but apparently all your hair down there is gone. Anyway, I need to get to work, so you need to get dressed and get out, sweetie. I have a heart, though, so I'll drop you off at your car."

Naked, pierced and tattooed, Michelle gathered her scattered clothing. She had never felt like such a bimbo as she did now.

*****

Michelle was only an hour late for work. She vaguely remembered Cassandra saying something about accessories and she loaded up. It turned out that Cassandra had been right...bimbo accessories didn't stop the arousal, but it helped lessen the heat somewhat. Also, they matched her plaid school girl mini and tight ruffled crop top well. She wasn't exactly tasteful, and she was still squirming in heat, but at least she wasn't completely overwhelmed by it.

The breathless blonde walked in the door and she was sure everyone could see her pierced nipples through her top. Somehow she made it to her desk and began laying out the strategy for her campaign. Or, at least, she tried to. Although she wasn't overwhelmed by need, the constant ebb of sexual heat was making it difficult for Michelle to concentrate. Her thighs kept unconsciously parting and she found her fingers sliding inside her pussy. Her aching nipples were rock hard and she shifted self-consciously on her new tattoo. Finally, she gave in. She leaned back in her seat and let her fingers slide over her burning clit. Yesssss. That was exactly what she...

"Michelle?" said a voice.

Michelle squealed in surprise and popped her hand out from beneath her skirt. 

Chalmers stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised. "Ah...good morning," he said. "I didn't, ah, interrupt anything, did I?"

No door. How the hell could she forget that? She was such a bimbo. Cheeks flaming, she shook her head and mumbled, "Noperz, sir." 

Chalmers nodded, a bemused smile on his face. "That's good. Could you meet me in my office, please? I want to go over the Martin's account with you."

Mr. Chalmers actually wanted to go over the numbers! This was good. This was her chance to prove she wasn't just a hot piece of ass.

"Yes, sir! I'll be right there!" she said. Her teeth clenched at her bubbly perkiness, but she couldn't help that.

"Good," said Chalmers. "I'll see you in five minutes, then."

Five minutes? She had hoped for a little longer so she could relieve her growing heat. Her hips were wriggling unconsciously and she really needed a quick orgasm before having an extended meeting. No time now, though. Dammit.

The aroused blonde gathered her papers and made her way down the aisle and through the hall to Chalmers' office. He looked up from his desk as she walked through the door.

"You're here. Good. Close the door," he said.

Michelle turned around and closed the door. Her heart started pounding.

Chalmers stood up and walked around the desk. Then he smiled at Michelle. "Relax, sweetheart," he said. "I know you're going to do just fine on the Martin's account. You don't need me to hold your hand, right? That would be insulting! And you know I respect you too much to insult you, right?" He reached out and patted her well-rounded bottom.

Michelle had been around enough to know exactly what Chalmers was up to. He just wanted to see how far he could get with her, and, with her exaggerated curves right now, who could blame him? It would be easy enough to redirect it, though. She'd done it a dozen times before in her previous jobs.

However, when his hand slid over her ass, what came out instead was a vapid giggle.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She had forgotten about that programmed reaction. Chalmers, meanwhile, took her giggle as acquiescence and gave her ass a squeeze, which caused her to wiggle and giggle again. Chalmers' other hand slid over her boob then. His palm pressed against her new piercing and she gasped at the sudden heated swirl of pain and pleasure. 

He paused for a moment as he registered the hoop in her nipple. Then his other hand came up and he stood groping her breasts with both hands.

"What a great rack!" he said.

Michelle was mewling in heat and need as he fondled her sensitive boobs. She lifted her arms and let him slide her top off her body. Despite the burning from her new piercings, the intense sensations coming from her sensitive nipples were driving her beyond rational thought. Then she felt his big hands on her hips, turning her around.

"Bend over the desk," he said.

Michelle felt herself pressed facedown onto the desk, her bare boobs flattening against the hard surface. She heard the sound of pants hitting the floor and then her skirt was flipped up over her bare ass. 

Chalmers' meaty hand was casually resting on her right ass cheek. Then there was a pause. With sudden clarity, Michelle realized that Chalmers was reading her left ass cheek.

"Bimbo?" he said in an amused voice. "It fits. I like it." To prove it, he gave her ass a hearty slap.

She gasped, then wriggled helplessly. She really needed him to do her. Foreplay was great, but if he didn't stick his cock in her soon, she was going to scream. 

"Please, sir, like, do me!" she said. She knew she was squirming like a slut in heat, but she couldn't help it.

Chalmers laughed. "Damn, girl, you're hot, you know that? Alright, get ready for Tommy Junior! Woot woot!"

Michelle felt Chalmers grab her hips and suddenly Tommy Junior was driving into her with surprising force. Michelle gasped, then hiccupped, then wriggled like a surprised bimbo. His cock seemed to be hitting every sensitive spot inside her at the same time, and not even the burning pain from his lower belly striking her fresh tattoo could distract her from the intense sensations washing over her. Unbidden words spilled from her lips.

"Oh! Oh! Pull my hair!" she cried out. "Oh! Yes! Oh! Call me a bitch! Oh! Oh! Slap my ass! Oh! Yes! Oh!"

Chalmers tried to do it all at the same time and nearly knocked Michelle off the desk, but not even the sudden drop in technique was enough to interfere with Michelle's sensory overload. Her hips bucked back to meet his thrusts as Tommy Junior stroked into her again and again.

Finally, she heard a moan behind her. Chalmers' big hands suddenly gripped her hips even tighter and he jammed his cock all the way inside her. She felt his shaft thicken inside her, and suddenly she realized that he was filling her with hot cum. Michelle shuddered, then moaned as his orgasm trigger her own, and then she was seeing colors and swirling in pure pleasure sensations.

Eventually the waves of intensity subsided, and Michelle realized she had been bent over a desk and screwed like a bimbo. Cheeks red, she waited as Chalmers slid his cock out of her. Then she gasped as he gave her bottom a final slap.

"Yep, nice ass, sweetheart," he said.




Breach of Confidentiality Ch. 03



"Are you going to leave some money on the desk for her?" said a voice dipped in acid.

Chalmers and Michelle whirled. In the doorway stood a woman with her hands on her hips. Her face was thunderclouds.

Michelle gasped and folded her arms across her bare boobs. She didn't recognize the woman. Chalmers, however, apparently did.

"Oh...um...hi, honey," he said in a guilty voice. "I can explain this..."

"I really doubt that," she said. She looked Michelle up and down. Finally, she sneered. "I saw your tattoo when my husband had you bent over the desk. Very nice. Perhaps your next conquest will pay for you to get 'slut' on the other side."

Michelle's eyes got really big. "Oh, wow, you really think so?" she said. Then she bit her lower lip as she realized how empty-headed she had just sounded.

The woman turned to Chalmers. "Wow, you really like them dumb, don't you?" she said. "This one is even worse than the last one."

Michelle tried to insist that she wasn't just some silly bimbo, but all that came out was vapid giggles. Cheeks flaming, Michelle fled past the woman and out the door into the main office area. 

All noise and conversation came to a halt. Too late, Michelle realized she had dashed out of Chalmers' office without her blouse and she was now standing on display topless for the entire office's viewing pleasure. With a squeal of embarrassment, she dashed to her cubicle. She really, really needed that hole to jump into.

*****

Michelle sighed as she put the box in her trunk. She had now been fired from two jobs in less than a week. Apparently bimbos and the world of marketing just weren't a good match.

Chalmers had been as gentle as possible when he fired her, but it was still a firing. He didn't really have a choice, he had explained. His wife wouldn't even talk to him until Michelle was gone, and that was non-negotiable. So Michelle was again out of a job. And she wasn't likely to get hired at a marketing firm again. So that left one thing to do.

Michelle was on her way to Blonde Concepts.

*****

Bibi perked up when she saw Michelle.

"Oh, hi there again, um...um..." said Bibi, as she bit her lower lip in thought.

"Michelle."

"Yeah, Michelle!" she said, delighted.

"Thanks, cutie!" said Michelle. "Is Kelly, like, you know...here?"

Bibi picked up the phone and spoke for a few seconds. Then she hung up. "Kelly said she'll be *right* here, 'kay?"

Michelle nodded. "Okay dokey. Thanks!" 

Michelle waited several moments. Then, suddenly, a thought struck her. 

"Bibi," said Michelle, "have you always been, like, a receptionist here?"

Bibi's eyes widened, and she began running her tongue over her lips in a sensual, needy manner.

Michelle covered her mouth with her hand. "Omigod!" she said. "You got, like, super bimboed too, didn't you?"

Bibi squirmed, her thick lips wet. She slid her thumb into her mouth.

"Her name used to be Bianca," said a voice behind her.

Michelle turned around. Kelly looked back at her with contempt.

"She wasn't, like, hired to be a receptionist, was she?" said Michelle.

"No, she wasn't," said Kelly. "She was actually one of the brighter lights in the Research and Development department, until she told her girlfriends about what she was working on. Stupid. Good researchers are hard to find, though, so we decided to let her stay here in another capacity until after the five years are up."

Michelle giggled. "Five years?" she said. 

"Yes," said Kelly. "That's the standard time period for the breach of confidentiality."

"You mean," said Michelle, "she won't, like, be like this after five years?"

"She's only got three years left, actually, but that's correct," said Kelly. "You won't be after five years either. We're not monsters, you know. Of course, you'll still be stuck in that body and your sex drive will likely be hardwired into you by then, but at least the behaviors and overwhelming need will fade."

"But...but...like, five years!" said Michelle.

Kelly shrugged. "It's standard. Also, it's your own fault." Then she looked at Bibi, who was desperately sucking her thumb. "You see what you did to Bibi? Poor thing has strong needs, just like you," she said. Then Kelly spoke to Bibi.

"Hmmm. Let's see...," said Kelly. "Bibi, go talk to Tony in shipping. He's due for a bonus this month, so you can take care of him. Also, stop by and do Pedro in accounting. His books came up perfect in the audit." Kelly turned back to Michelle. "See? We use Bibi for visual publicity and employee morale, and she has a job that caters to her, ah, needs. Win-win."

Michelle's eyes widened. "Ohhhh! Can I do that?"

Kelly shook her head. "Sorry, we don't need you. Check back later though, okay?"

Michelle stamped her foot in frustration. "Oh, you big stupid-head! Hmmpph!"

Kelly gave a flat stare. "That wasn't very nice. I should have warned you about the trigger phrases. Well, you'll learn quick enough, I suppose." Then she leaned forward and gave Michelle a cold smile. "Wouldn't you agree, my little *marketing naked fuckbunny slut*?

Michelle blinked at Kelly's odd choice of wording, wondering if it was significant. Then came the sudden burning sensation of fiery insects walking across Michelle's skin wherever her skin was in contact with clothing. Michelle squealed and wriggled and slapped at her clothing, but, horribly, there was no relief. Finally, in panicky desperation, Michelle stripped off her clothes, despite the stunned looks from onlookers. The moment she was naked and had dropped her clothing, the sensations stopped completely. Her entire body blushed and she slid one hand across her hips and the other across her nipples. Then came a wave of breathless arousal. 

"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry, Kelly, honest!" said Michelle.

"I know you are," said Kelly, "but that's too bad. It lasts for about five minutes and it's going to happen to you randomly for the next month. May I suggest you not call me names anymore?"

Unable to dress and being stared at by everyone in the lobby, Michelle ducked behind Bibi's desk. "'Kay! 'Kay! I got it!"

"Good," said Kelly. "Nice tattoo and nipple jewelry, by the way. Having an overdeveloped blonde dashing naked through our lobby with 'BIMBO' tattooed on her bottom...well, you can't buy publicity like that. We didn't do the tattoo or nipples part, though."

"No," said Michelle, squirming in heated need. "This is, wike, Cassandra's doing, you know?"

Kelly laughed. "Wow, you must have really pissed her off for her to go that far."

Michelle squirmed. "I don't, like, weally wanna talk 'bout it, you know?"

Kelly shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, I'm glad we had this little talk. I did tell you that you'd be back, you remember. And I'm sure you can see how this is more effective than signing any piece of paper. After all, we've removed any credibility you may have had as a professional, so no one is likely to believe anything you say. And it's rather hard to talk when your mouth is full, wouldn't you say?" said Kelly. Then she smiled. "Thanks for coming by, and have a blonde day."

*****

One month later...

The opening notes to "I Touch Myself" sounded and Michelle- stage name Spice- jiggled her way onstage. She strutted from one side to the other, making sure everybody got to see her. Then she spun and put her back to the audience. She slowly bent over and put her palms on the floor, then stood back up. She removed her top but remained with her bare back facing the audience. There was scattered applause for her "BIMBO" tattoo. At last she turned back around and shook her massive boobs for the audience.

She moved across the stage and began dancing for the large group at the far end. She spun, wriggled her hips and let the front row guys slap her ass briefly. Her thong then joined her top in a pile at the back of the stage.

The crowd at Chrystal Pleasures- previously the Grin and Bare It, but the name had been changed by popular demand- was hopping tonight, and there was great demand on the girls. After all, it was one of the few clubs in town where the customers could get sexual favors performed on them right at their table.

When her set ended, Michelle wandered through the crowd collecting tips. The customers were free with their hands, and Michelle was spending a lot of time giggling helplessly and wiggling her ass, but it couldn't be helped. This was the only place Michelle could work and be naked enough to keep her brains at least somewhat together. 

There was a tap on her shoulder. She turned and giggled. It was the manager.

"Yepperz?" said Michelle.

"The guys at table twelve want to tip you," he said.

"Oh!" said Michelle. "'Kay!"

She mentally clenched her teeth. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, she couldn't stop the bimbo babble speech. It was locked in her head.

Table twelve was a large group of ten guys and three women, and they were all smiling broadly. Michelle giggled and finger waved at them. Then, finally, she realized who they were.

"Hello, Michelle," said Albert. "We heard you got a new job after I fired you," he said, "and all your old co-workers from MarketTech wanted to say hello."

Michelle's cheeks were bright red, and she felt breathless. Her heart was racing.

"It looks like you're doing very well," said Albert. "Nice tattoo, by the way."

This wasn't happening. It wasn't. Michelle started to take a step back, but paused. Something was wrong. Too late, she realized what it was. 

To a man, they all had their zippers down. And the women seemed to be drawing up their skirts.

Then Albert said, "So, Michelle, why don't you tell us about the account you were working on when I had to fire you?"

THE END