Bimbotized

This would be my favourite fantasy come true.

Being programmed to serve as a slutty bimbo office girl.

Petie

Transformed by Subliminals

HYPNOTIZED INTO BIMBOHOOD

 “Alright, so we’re going to  put you right here, with the other intern!” Elizabeth Clarendon was bright and cheerful and...very blonde. That was good for HR, Katherine thought. Though...she was wearing a very short skirt. It was part of her well-cut grey suit jacket, but the frilly chiffon blouse underneath didn’t cover all that much either.

“This is Patti,” Elizabeth said, smiling.

“Patricia,” said the other intern. She was blonde too, but a dirty, lank one as opposed to Elizabeth’s shining platinum tresses. She was wearing thick, clunky black heels that looked nearly orthopedic.

She was also wearing a skirt, but it was a much more respectable knee length number. It was made out of some cheap, thin fabric that was almost see through- probably Forever 21.

Elizabeth bubbled on. “I’m so sorry we couldn’t let you start last week when you were supposed to! We were having some tech issues and Patti’s computer was the only one that was ready.”

Katherine noticed Patricia didn’t try and correct Elizabeth again, merely gave an inaudible sigh. “But, hey, you were supposed to start Thursday and it’s only Monday right? You’ll be caught up in no time!” Katherine smiled at Elizabeth politely.

“Oh, I’m sure I will be. Thanks Elizabeth.”

“Oh, call me Lizzie! Everyone else does,” she gave Katherine a friendly squeeze on the shoulder and turned to go. “Patti will get you set up! It’ll take about a week to get you used to the station and all the programs you’ll be using.”

Katherine’s eyebrows rose. A whole week? They knew she could use excel and most publishing programs already. But Elizabeth- Lizzie- was already gone.

“I know,” said Patti. “She's a little bit much isn't she?”

Katherine laughed. “Yeah, you could say that. Does she really mean it when she says it's going to  take us a week to get used to all the programs?”

Patti sighed. “Yeah, she's actually not kidding. She seems a little bit- you know- up in the air, but the programs actually are really difficult to get through. Well. They're not difficult per se. They’re just long and they pause at weird times and you have to wait for them.”

Katherine frowned. “Dang, I thought this was supposed to be like, a super high-tech company. Still having buffering issues?”

 “I know, I tried to talk to one of the IT guys, Henry, on Friday about it. He said the pauses were supposed to be in there, to help all the information sink in. Like how you’re not supposed to study super hard the night before a test?”

Katherine laughed at Patti’s unconvinced expression. “Sounds like someone took a TED talk a little too seriously.”

“There are these weird audio visual programs too, where you have to, you know, find out where in the layout of the building you are, where in the layout of the website. It's a lot of pointing and clicking to be totally honest.”

“That does not sound like my idea of a good time,” Katherine groaned. “I thought I was going to  be doing some actual journalism.”

Patricia gave a small, ironic laugh. “Yeah well, me too. Maybe not so much the journalism part, I'm well. I'm not actually a journalist. I'm more of a narrative writer, but I needed an internship and this is what they had.”

“I'm sure going to do a great job, you’ll probably bring something to the table that the rest of us won't be able to,” Katherine smiled at her.

“Man, I hope so. Did you know she keeps calling me Patti?” Katherine winced inwardly, having forgotten the correction earlier. “See, I don't have that problem. My name already ends with an e sound.” Patti- Patricia- leaned over and Katherine opened up her laptop.

“Alright, so I'm just going to  put you through what they taught me to do on my first day. What you’re going to do is open up this program on your desktop,” she pointed. There was a small icon on her desktop shaped like a spiral.

“So open that up, click on first day intern, and go. It'll probably take you the rest of the day. It's a little bit boring but honestly the time just flew by for me. It's one of those mindless kinds of things.” Katherine groaned good- naturedly.

“Okay, here we go then.” Patti gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder and sat down at the cubicle next to hers and put in her headphones, effectively ignoring Katherine for the rest of the time being. Katherine put on her own headphones and stared at the spiral icon. She double clicked, clicked on intern first day. It was the first tab available. She began to work her way through the tutorial.

Someone was shaking her shoulder. Katherine slowly blinked and then startled, pulled off her headphones in a jerky movement. Elizabeth look down over her, grinning brightly. “Hi! Are you enjoying the tutorial? I have to let

 you know it is 5:30 and you were supposed to leave at 5:00.”

“My god, really?” Katherine said. She rubbed her at her forehead with one hand. “I lost track of time.”

Lizzie burbled happily. “Oh that's no problem! I find that often happens the first time with new interns or workers. These tutorials are so much fun, aren't they?”

“Y-yeah. Fun.” Katherine stuttered.

Lizzie continued on, oblivious. “I just had to send Patti home too!

Can’t have you working too hard,” she said, winking exaggeratedly.

Katherine slowly got to her feet, closing her laptop. She reached for her tote and shouldered. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Lizzie.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she sang out in a sing-song voice. Katherine gave her a slightly confused but genuine smile and began to wind her way out of the office. There was a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The Next Morning

Katherine stood in front of her closet, lips pressed into a thin line.

Usually she didn’t have this problem. She had enough neat, dark wash jeans and black slacks to get her through almost two straight weeks of work without doing laundry.

They went well with her frankly staggering collection of boy-cut button downs. But both Lizzie and Patti had been wearing shirts yesterday. So had most of the women in the office actually. She hadn’t seen one in pants.

It was a well dressed office, though. The women in skirts or dresses and bright lipsticks, the men almost all in suits, looking powerful and confident. She shivered, sighed, frowned.

Where had that come from? She glanced at her watch and groaned again. Shit. Annoyed, she pulled out a maxi skirt and one of her button downs and hopped into them. She buttoned her shirt on the way down the stairs in an attempt to catch the next bus.

She wasn’t late, but barely. She walked in the office at 8:59, mumbling excuses as she tried to get to her desk in the labyrinth of the office. She and Patti- Patricia, damnit- were almost dead center in a winding progression of hallways and cubicles.

“Tough morning?” Patti said, raising an eyebrow. She was wearing pink lipstick. It looked good on her.

“Couldn’t decide what to wear,” Katherine admitted, twitching the heavy fabric of her maxi skirt.

“God, I know,” Sami sighed. “Everyone in here looks so good. I wore slacks and a ponytail my first day and felt so out of place.”

“I know! I couldn’t wear jeans again today. Like, I’m trying to fit in.

The lipstick was a good idea,” she added.

Patti blushed. “You think so? I’m not used to it.” She smoothed a nice blue skirt over her legs. It was about two inches shorter than the one yesterday.

“No, that color is really great on you Patti!” Katherine winced. “Oh, sorry, Patricia.”

Patti smiled. “No, that’s okay. I don’t actually mind Patti that much.”

Katherine smiled back at her a little shyly. They both turned to their laptops then, each opening up their program. She took a deep breath as she double clicked on the spiral icon on her desktop. She hadn’t wanted to think about it, but all morning her stomach had been twisted up in knots.

In a pleasant way though, the way it did before a first date she was looking forward to. Except her date was with the spiral. The tutorial. She meant the tutorial. And it wasn’t a date.

She double clicked again on the tab Intern- Day Two, a little too eagerly.

Around one she became aware that she was kind of hungry. She blinked, the image on the screen resolved into a technical looking map of the office. Everyone’s cubicle and offices were neatly labeled.

Katherine’s eyes lingered on the name Peter Monroe. He was the one who had hired her. They had had a phone interview. She hadn’t yet had the chance to meet him- and thank him- in person.

“Hey,” Patti said, popping her head over the edge the cubicle. “Are you down to get some lunch?”

Katherine stretched her arms over her head and finally turned her eyes away from Mr. Andrews’s name. “Yeah, no, lunch sounds good.”

 Patti smiled at her mischievously. “And- maybe we can go to the Town Center?” Katherine raised an eyebrow and Sammy laughed a little embarrassed. “No, really, there's a lot of good restaurants and cafes over there.” She got a little quiet and she plucked nervously at her skirt.

“And I really would like to get some new clothes. See, everyone here dresses so well, and, and- I'm not ready, I guess.” she left off again, embarrassed.

Katherine smiled at her kindly. “Yeah, that's no problem. Honestly, we've been working for a while, and it's like one. We get an hour for lunch- I think it’ll be okay if we slip out for a couple minutes.” She paused, smiling mischievously. “I guess shopping wouldn’t be too bad. I wouldn't mind getting some new stuff too. I mean, you have to prepare for the professional world at some point right?”

Patti grinned, relieved. “Yeah, you're right, that's exactly what I was thinking.” The two girls grabbed their purses and headed out managing to find their way out of the station with little trouble. The tutorials were really helping them find their way around.

They got to the town center which- well, it was called the town center. It was really more of an outlet mall, with a couple of small chain cafés and restaurants here and there. The two girls quickly stopped inside a café and grabbed a coffee and a panini- something cheap and easy to eat on the go.

Then, not quite meeting each other's eyes, they split up to go shopping. Almost 45 minutes later, Katherine looked at the time on her phone and gasped. They were going to be late in about two minutes, and they were about 10 minutes away from the office.

She called Patti on her cell phone. “Hey, where are you?”

Patti sounded just as anxious as she did. “I was about to ask you the same question. We really need to get back.”

Katherine sighed, rubbed her forehead. It was an anxious habit of hers. “Yeah, I know. Meet me outside the Express outlet by the entrance?”

“Yeah,” said Patti. “Be there in a couple.”

Katherine groaned under her breath. Two would mean they were late, but what could they do? The two girls met up outside the Express outlet. They both carefully avoided looking at the numbers of bags the other held.

They threw their stuff in the car and ran back to work, managing to arrive only a few minutes late. No one seemed to notice. They tossed their bags under the desk in with an enthusiasm that seemed a little out of place and returned to their tutorials.

Lizzie had to shake Katherine out of her stupor again at five thirty. She had been extremely excited to hear the girls had gone shopping during their break. She had taken the time to assure Katherine that no one would mind if they took a few extra minutes getting back.

“Even if they did, you stayed half an hour later! No one could argue with that!” she exclaimed cheerfully. “But promise me next time you go to the outlets to take me with you!” She grinned at Katherine.

Like she was going to  go blow two hundred dollars on clothes again anytime soon, Katherine thought privately. But she was still mixed up and muzzy from the tutorials, so she just pasted on a bright smile and exclaimed, “Oh, for sure! Totally!” She made her way out of the station.

Changes Begin

Katherine stood at home now, half naked, just in her underwear. She groaned. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. God, what had she been on?

Bags and bags of cheap, flimsy clothing that had been denied by the regular stores surrounded her. She picked up a skirt and looked at in some shock. It was a deep, rich blue, probably barely mid-thigh, with full, wide cut. It would probably flash her panties if she spun around in it too fast. She shivered, dropped it in a heap.

Barely anything she had bought was appropriate for work. And she had bought zero pants. Katherine bit her lip.

Well. She saw the way Lizzie dressed. Today, it had been a bright pink sheath dress whose hem had cupped her round ass. It was made barely decent by the double strand of pearls around her neck and the tiny cap sleeves. Ha.

Katherine would bet Lizzie had had one or two of the other kind of pearl necklaces in her time.

Katherine sighed. And the shoes! High, high heels and sandals and wedges and.her train of thought trailed off. Well, heels were very professional. Most working women wore them. All the women in the station did. The higher the heel, the more professional you were. She remembered hearing that somewhere. It made sense. All the  women in the office were very professional.

They were always very polite to the men, getting them a cup of coffee or a file almost before they needed it, carving out time in their day for the innumerable meetings that happened in the men’s offices. With the doors closed.

Katherine swallowed. There was that feeling in the pit of her stomach again, this time accompanied by a warm sensation between her legs.

Awkwardly, she put her hand between her legs and rubbed a little. Just to get rid of the itch.

The sensation, even through her panties, made her bite her lip, hard. Well, a little exploration couldn’t hurt. It was healthy. Feminist. Professional.

Two orgasms later, Katherine fell asleep, sweat-soaked, naked, with one hand still tucked between her legs.

Day Three

Katherine sauntered into work the next morning feeling more confident that she had previously. She had woken up and seen her purchases from yesterday in a new light. Today she was wearing a– well, sort of appropriate skirt. It was black. That was professional.

But it only came to about mid-thigh and was extremely tight, almost a tube. On top, she wore a white button-down blouse. Again, that was professional. However, the button down was tucked tightly into the skirt, and she hadn't bothered to do most of the buttons up. It was a thin, silky, sheer fabric that you could easily see her lacy black bra through. It was fairly obvious it was a cheap, silly scrap of fabric. But it was professional.

On the bottom, she balanced on a pair of black wedge heels. They weren't too crazy of a height – only about 3 inches or so. She wobbled to work out to see Patti already there. That wasn’t unusual. Patti had beat her in the work by about 15 minutes every day so far.

Patti was also looking dressed up. Unlike the neutrals and dark grays she had favored so far, she was dressed in a bright approximation of the sheath dress Lizzie had been wearing yesterday. It was the same short, tight material – but it was a bright yellow instead of the bubblegum pink Lizzie preferred. She was drinking a huge cup of coffee.

“Hey,” said Katherine. “What's that?”

 Patti took to swallow and grinned at her. “It's coffee,” she said. “They gave me some yesterday. Apparently it's part of our intern privileges. Do you want some?”

“God yes,” Katherine said. “I've been meaning to ask about the coffee here. Everyone always seems to be drinking it.” It was true. All the women in the office constantly had coffee cups in hand. Sometimes they were delivering it to the men of the office, or they were simply drinking it themselves.

They seem to favor lots and lots of creamer for coffee that was almost white. “It's amazing,” Patti gushed. “Like, you would not believe how good this coffee is. I don't know why it's so good.”

Katherine laughed. “I'll have to try some”

Patti continued, “It's just- it's so good. And it makes you less hungry too.” she looked down, embarrassed. “I tend to struggle with my weight.”

Katherine looked at Sammy, shocked. “What, you do not.” she said. It was true. Patti, sure, was more voluptuous than svelte, but she was definitely not carrying any extra weight. At least, not in the wrong places.

“You're so sweet,” Sammy said fondly, smoothing a hand over her almost flat stomach. “But it's really the fit of the dress- and in the spanx  I'm wearing underneath it,” she said with a wink.

The clock hit nine. Both girls had arrived few minutes early to work, and they began exactly on time, almost immediately ignoring each other to turn to their laptops. Katherine's fingers twitched at the hem of her very short black skirt, which had ridden up on her thighs. She excitedly clicked the tab Intern- day three.

Katherine was once again shaken out of her stupor by Lizzie. She blinked slowly. During her dive into the tutorial, her skirt has ridden up almost to her hips. It certainly showed a lot of milky white thigh. "Hey there sleepyhead!" Lizzie said cheerfully “It's five. I decided to wake you up earlier."

“Oh thanks," said Katherine. “I really appreciate that. I think I might’ve skipped lunch. I don’t know why I’m so tired, I think I drank like three cups of coffee."

Lizzie looked at her with some concern. “Oh my goodness, are you sure?"

 Katherine rubbed her forehead. Her brain felt off, sort of fuzzy. “Yeah, I- I think so. I don't remember going to eat, at least."

Lizzie still looked concerned. “How about I take you out?" “What!" Katherine exclaimed. “No, I couldn't ask you to do that." “Oh no, I insist!" Lizzie said looking cheerful. “It's the least I could do!" A sly grin took over her face, replacing her cheerful smile. “After all, you're an unpaid intern."

Katherine laughed. She held up her hands in surrender “Alright, you don't have to twist my arm." Lizzie held out of hand and Katherine grabbed it. She hauled her out of her seat and Katherine grabbed her bag, trying to pull down her skirt as she went.

Day Four

Katherine woke up the next morning. It was about two hours before she had to go to work. She felt… surprisingly good. She remembered that Lizzie's version of taking her out had had more to do with alcohol then with food.

There had been several drinks. Well, at least she had paid for them.

Actually, from what she remembered, Lizzie hadn't either. As soon as they had walked through the doors of the bar, they were accosted by a bevy of gentlemen just waiting to buy her and Lizzie drinks. She had remembered dancing. Dancing in a matter about you probably should not dance with your technical boss. Had she…?

Well. No matter. She had to get ready for work. After all, she remembered that today might be the day that she met Peter- Mr. Andrews, the man who hired her. She shivered with anticipation. Popping out of bed, the fact that she was completely naked was unnoticed as she immediately looked for something to wear.

Katherine showed up to work in another one of her semi–professional outfits. This one was definitely influenced by Lizzie. It consisted of another short tight skirt – this one was pink. The frilly white blouse that she had slipped into was fairly indecent- it looked more like it would be at home in the club that it would be an office.

It was accompanied by skyscraper high heels in the same shade of pink as her skirt. A thin white cardigan she laid over her shoulders tried to preserve some hint of modesty and professionalism. She wasn't entirely sure where she had gotten the skirt to be honest. Or the heels.

However, when she marched into work, She got approving glances from all the women there. Several complimented her outfit. These reactions, however, were nothing compared to the reactions of the men. She had gotten some glances yesterday, to be sure, but this was on another level. Before, she had caught the eye of some of them. An approving nod here or there, or friendly smile. Now she was being spoken to.

Several people asked who she belonged to. "What?" She asked and they looked abashed.

”Who hired you?" said one young man, looking rather dashing in the  red tie.

"Oh!" She said, relieved. “Mr. Andrews did. Over the phone." The young man nodded thoughtfully." Have you met him yet?"

“No, not yet." She replied. Her face was bright pink. The young man, whose name Andrew Smith, was actually very, very cute.

"Well, you let me know when you meet him, and then ask if it would be alright if you and I… worked together sometime," he smiled at her. It was such a confident, masculine thing, she could barely look him in the eyes.

“Alright," she stuttered. “I will." She half stumbled back to her desk and sat down heavily in her chair. There was something fiery happening in the pit of her stomach, and she squeezed her thighs together. She swallowed, hard.

“You alright?” Patti said, leaning over the wall of their cubicles. “Y-yeah,” Katherine said. It had been a while since she had been so suddenly and completely turned on like that. About two days, in fact. “Just tired. Lizzie took me out last night.”

“Ha, she took you out too?” Patti crowed. “Here, have some coffee.” The mug she handed Katherine was pale, nearly the color of sand.

“Thanks,” Katherine said, immediately downing a huge gulp. The liquid spread into her palpably, relaxing her nearly immediately. “God, that’s so good,” Katherine said. “You and Lizzie went out too?”

“Yeah,” said Patti. “It was fun. Night before last? We…” she paused, went beet red. The color was an interesting contrast against the pale roots of her hair. Katherine frowned. Had it been that light before? “We had a  few drinks. Nothing super exciting.”

Katherine had a sudden, intense vision of feminine hands on her chest, a wet mouth on her throat, a voice suspiciously similar to Lizzie’s saying approvingly, “Oh, these are coming in nicely...how much coffee do you drink?...”

She blinked, and it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Yeah! Me too!” she squeaked. God, that encounter with Mr. Smith had gotten her all riled up it seemed. So turned on. “Pretty normal!”

“Hello, you beautiful interns!” Both Patti and Katherine jumped as Lizzie’s voice rang out. They both turned toward the woman, blushing and guiltily avoiding the other’s gaze. “You both look absolutely stunning this morning,” she cooed.

Patti smoothed a hand down the bright yellow dress she wore. It was two shades south of plastic. It was tight and low-cut on top, showing off her abundant chest. The bottom was a wide flare around her ample thighs and bottom, barely grazing the curves of her asscheeks when she stood up. Her tall white sandals had ribbons that wrapped up her calf nearly to her knees.

“Patti,” Lizzie continued. “This is Mr. Brown. Simon Brown.” Patti’s eyes went wide and she sprang up out of her chair with near rabid enthusiasm, causing her chest to bounce. Katherine watched jealously.

“Oh my goodness, Mr. Brown, it is such an honour to finally meet you!” the man laughed. He was sort of short and dark, maybe south Indian.

“And it’s a pleasure to meet you too, Patricia.” “Oh, Patti, please!” she fluttered.

“Patti baby, you’ll be doing your last day or so of training under Mr. Brown. Directly under.” Lizzie said. Both Patti and Katherine missed the leer Mr. Brown shot in Lizzie’s direction.

Katherine burned with jealousy. That wasn’t fair! She worked just as hard. Lizzie hinted she’d get to meet Mr. Andrews today and instead Patti got swept off her feet by her boss. It wasn’t her fault Patti got to start earlier with her boss just because her computer worked.

“Pack up your things and accompany me to my office,” Mr. Brown ordered.

“Yes sir!” Patti flew into action, quickly and neatly consolidating her things. She followed behind the slightly shorter man, gazing adoringly at the back of his head as they walked into the depths of the station. She  spared  a half-second glance and an excited finger wave back at Lizzie and Katherine.

Lizzie turned back to Katherine with a bright smile that turned soft and sympathetic upon noticing her pout. “Aw, Katherine sugar, don’t be put out!” she said consolingly. “She’s just farther ahead in the program than you are.”

Katherine crossed her arms, knowing it was childish but unable to stop herself. “I know! But I’ve done really well, haven’t I? I could do just as good of a job as Patti could, right now!”

Lizzie’s eyes dropped to the ridge of cleavage that Katherine’s arms had created, then to the sleek lines of her thighs where they disappeared under her skirt. Katherine wasn’t entirely sure what she was arguing for, to be honest. She just knew that she had to meet Mr. Andrews soon. “You honestly might,” Lizzie mused softly.

Katherine looked up with her with big, liquid eyes. She had spent a lot of time on her makeup this morning.

Lizzie sighed. “Okay Katherine baby, we’ll see. I’m going to  set up this program for you to run and if you do it really well, I’ll introduce you to Mr. Andrews tomorrow.”

Katherine squealed. “Oh, thank you Lizzie! I promise you won’t regret it!

I’ll do the best job ever!”

Lizzie smiled fondly at her. “Oh honey I’m sure you will.” She reached into one of the drawers of the desk and pulled out something like a VR headset. “I’m going to  set you up with this gadget, it’ll get you through the program a little bit faster. That all right with you baby?”

Katherine nodded enthusiastically. “Of course!”

Lizzie set the headset over her ears and tightened it. A familiar spiral appeared in front of her. Katherine drew in a breath. It was almost like she could reach out and touch it, it hung in the air like the moon. “I’m not usually supposed to use the headset unless you’re a permanent acquisition to the station, but you’ve taken the programming so well,” she heard Lizzie say as though from underwater. “It seems a shame not to.”

The spiral began to spin and Katherine was lost.

Deep Training

It was dark. There were flashes. Her skirt hiked up around her hips.

Her blouse open around her bare tits- had she forgotten a bra today? Her hands bound in front of her. Someone pulling her hair back to look at her face.

 She gagged on something around her mouth, and someone laughed. It was masculine. She dripped. She was pulled in between soft legs, a cooing, familiar voice sounding in her ear, “Like that baby, gotta learn to lick us, some of the ladies get service too, perfect sugar, oh, what a mouth you have…”

Licking. Sucking. Her mouth always working. Something salty bursting onto her tongue, accompanied by sudden orgasm, almost painful in its suddenness. Blackness.

Lizzie gently untangled the VR headset from Katherine’s hair. “Hey sugar! You did great today.”

Katherine’s mouth was crazy dry. “Thanks, Lizzie. I’m really glad to hear it. You think I’m done with the training?”

Lizzie looked thoughtful. “Well, I don’t know if anyone’s really ever done with training. But I think you’ll definitely be able to meet Mr. Andrews tomorrow.”

Katherine’s grin was bright and wide, matching Lizzie’s almost exactly. “Oh my gosh, Lizzie, thank you so much. How will I ever begin to repay you?”

Lizzie’s smile was sharp as glass. “Well, baby,” she said, dropping into a chair. She spread her legs wide. She wasn’t wearing underwear. “I can think of a few ways.”

Katherine automatically dropped out of her chair to her knees. She crawled over to Lizzie, looking up at her adoringly. “Of course, Miss Clarendon.”

Lizzie gave a soft sigh as the transformed girl got to work between her thighs. She stroked her hair softly. “Oh fuck baby, just like that. Lick me like that. You’re so good, honey. Mr. Andrews is going to  love you. You’re going to be such a perfect under-desk pet.”

-To be continued-