Chapter 2: Last Day at Work
As I step into the office building where I used to work as Brian, I can feel my heart racing. I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to focus on sales when all I can think about is how much I want to get railed by a big, hard cock? My massive tits bounced with every step as they threaten to spill out of my outfit. I chose to wear a super sexy and revealing blouse and a tiny mini-skirt that showed off my firm, round ass.
My six inch heels clicked on the marble floor as I strutted my stuff like I owned the place. It was so unlike me, I mean, Brian never would've worn something so slutty to work, but I figured, why not embrace my new bimbo slut style? Every head turned as I made my way through the office. A few of my coworkers looked at me with confusion, probably wondering what the hell happened to Brian and just who the hell this sexy busty teenage slut was.
I couldn't help but grin mischievously as I made my way over to my old cubicle, watching the men in the office salivate over my plunging neckline. I swung my hips just a little bit more than I needed to, knowing that they were watching my every move. I turned heads like it was my job, and it was the most fun I've ever had at work.
"Good morning, Brian...or should I say Candi?," my old boss, Mr. Thompson, said, trying his best to keep his eyes above my chest.
I giggled coyly, putting extra emphasis on the way I batted my eyelashes at him.
"Oh, hiii, Mr. Thompsooon," I said, drawing out the last word like a total airhead. "I'm just sooo excited to be here today!" I didn't bother correcting him about my name – Brian was gone, and Candi was here to stay.
I couldn't help but let out a giggle as I sat down, crossing my legs and letting my skirt ride up even higher. I knew I was driving all the men in the office wild, and I loved every second of it.
"I was told about your...uh...change!" he stammered, staring at my cleavage.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction – Brian would've been mortified by this reaction, but Candi was enjoying every second of it.
"Oh, you mean my makeover?" I asked innocently, twirling a strand of my long blonde hair around my finger. "I just felt like trying something new, you know? I've always wanted to be more... adventurous!"
He gulped, trying to regain his composure. "Well, uh, that's wonderful! I'm sure you'll be a great asset to the team. But let's try to keep things professional here."
I pouted my lips and gave him an exaggerated puppy dog eyes look. "Oh, but Mr. Thompson, it's soooo boring to be professional all the time. Besides, I'm sure you'll agree that I look much better in this outfit than Brian ever did in his old suits, right? I mean, just look at these tits!" I said, laughing and bouncing them up and down for emphasis.
Mr. Thompson couldn't help but chuckle, "Uh, well, yes, Candi, you do look very different from Brian. But I must insist that you try to keep things professional here, okay?"
I pouted my lips and gave him a pretend sad face, "Aww, do I have to? I was just starting to have fun!"
Mr. Thompson sighed and shook his head, "Yes, Candi, I'm afraid you do. Now, let's get back to work."
But as he walked away, I couldn't help but giggle. My transformation had certainly shaken things up around the office, and I was loving every second of it. As I settled into my cubicle, I couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. Sure, I was still getting used to my new body, but I was quickly learning to embrace my newfound sexuality. I knew that some people would look down on me for being a bimbo, for embracing my slutty side, but I didn't care.
I wasn't hurting anyone, and if anything, I was making the world a little bit brighter with my bright pink outfits and infectious positive energy. I had always been a people pleaser, even before my transformation. As Brian, I would bend over backwards to help my coworkers, putting their needs above my own.
But as Candi, I realized that I didn't need to be anyone's doormat. I was a bombshell bimbo, and I could use my sexuality to get what I wanted without having to sacrifice my own happiness or self-respect. Although, I did like the idea of me still bending over backwards to have someone take my hot pussy
from behind and plunge deeply into it. *giggles* I was learning to embrace my newfound confidence and power, and I loved every second of it.
My coworkers were still adjusting to the new me, and I couldn't help but enjoy the reactions I was getting from them. Some of the guys were giving me googly eyes and practically drooling over my massive tits, while some of the women were shooting me daggers with their eyes and whispering behind my back *giggles*. But honestly, I couldn't care less about what they thought of me.
As I settled into my cubicle, I began to sort through the pile of paperwork that had accumulated since my transformation. I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed as I stared at the numbers and figures on the pages. Brian had always been good with numbers and sales, but Candi was still learning the ropes. My mind was still adjusting to this new reality, but I knew I couldn't let it get me down.
I decided to take a quick break and went to the restroom to freshen up my makeup and fix my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my platinum blonde locks and big blue eyes. I traced my fingers over my beach ball-sized breasts, feeling their heaviness and firmness. My waist was tiny, and my butt was firm and round. I looked every inch the bimbo slut I had become. I couldn't believe how much my body had changed, but I was quickly growing to love it.
I twirled around, checking myself out in the mirror, before heading back to my cubicle. Back at work, I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, but it was difficult with so many distractions around me. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious, as everyone kept staring at my chest and ass. I was grateful for the tiny skirts and low-cut tops I had started wearing since my transformation. They helped me embrace my new identity and feel more confident.
"Candi, you haven't touched any of your calls yet," my coworker, Samantha, pointed out, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I looked down at my desk, realizing that she was right. I had been so engrossed in my own self-admiration that I had forgotten all about the calls piling up in my system. I quickly picked up the phone and dialed the first number on my list, putting on my best customer service voice.
"Thank you for calling our sales department. This is Candi speaking. How may I assist you today?"
I could feel myself slipping back into my old role as a sales agent, but the difference was that now, I felt a whole lot sexier while doing it. I couldn't help but use my newfound femininity to my advantage, adding an extra purr to my voice and giggling just a little bit more than necessary. I found myself being more daring and playful, enjoying the way the customers on the other end of the line reacted to my new personality.
As the day went on, I couldn't help but notice that I was having a harder time focusing on the calls. My mind kept drifting back to the endless possibilities of what my new bimbo slut life could be like. I couldn't help but imagine all the men I could seduce, all the pleasure I could experience, and all the erotic adventures that awaited me.
As I sat in my cubicle, feeling more and more distracted by my dirty thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. I was supposed to be working, not daydreaming about sex. But before long, I found myself slipping back into my bimbo persona, letting out a sinful giggle as I played with my hair and teased my body.
I just couldn't help it – I was like a sex kitten who couldn't keep her paws off her own treats. And the more I indulged in this playful pleasure, the more I found myself getting lost in it. As the hours ticked by, my calls started to get a little bit...weirder. I'd find myself whispering filthy little secrets into the phone, losing myself in the heat of the moment as I teased my coworkers and clients with my flirtatious words and seductive tone.
I couldn't help it – my bimbo slut persona was like a second skin, and it was beginning to take over.
"Mmm, yes, I understand, sir. You'd like me to send over some samples of our latest products, would you?" I cooed into the phone, my fingers absentmindedly wandering down to my thighs.
I could feel my pulse quickening as I spoke, my breath growing shallow and ragged. I was getting lost in the thrill of it all, letting my body take control. I couldn't believe what was happening – I was turning into a phone sex operator, all while sitting in my old sales job. It was like a secret fantasy come to life, and I couldn't get enough of it.
"Let me ask you something Mr. Smith." I purred into the phone. "What's your fantasy woman look like?" I asked, my breath hitching as my fingers slipped under my skirt.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself. I could hear Mr. Smith's breathing become heavier on the other end of the line, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I let out a soft moan as my fingers found their way to my soaking wet cunt, teasing myself as I listened to him tell me all about his dream woman.
"Well...I uh...love bimbos...blonde ones with massive tits and uhm...big sexy butts and legs for miles who are addicted to sex." he stammered out, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Mmm, yes, that's me all the way!. I love being a bimbo slut sooo much Mr. Smith. I love the power that comes with it - the way men can't resist my curves and the way I make them feel." I whispered into the phone, as I let my fingers slip inside of me, feeling the heat and wetness of my cunt. "I know exactly what you mean..."
I couldn't believe what I was doing - having phone sex with a stranger while sitting at my old job as a sales agent. But I couldn't stop myself, the thrill of it was just too much to resist. I bit my lip as I felt my orgasm building, my whole body trembling with pleasure.
"Tell me more, Mr. Smith," I whispered, as I listened to him pant and moan on the other end of the line. "What do you want to do to me?" I asked, my voice dripping with desire and anticipation.
I wanted to hear him say it - to make it real. I needed to hear him describe the things he wanted to do to me, to let myself imagine what it would feel like to have him take me, to make me his own.
"I want to lick every inch of your tight little body," he growled, his breathing heavy and ragged. "I want to taste every curve, every crevice, and bring you to heights you never thought possible."
And as I listened to him, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My fingers moved faster, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, that's it," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Tell me about how you would fuck me with your big...hard...cock..." I moaned, my words barely audible as I let out a loud, guttural moan.
"Well...I would take you and bend you over my desk as I pushed my thick cock into your tight little honeypot." he said, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I would take you hard and fast, making you scream my name as I filled you up with every inch of me."
Just picturing it in my head was enough to send me spiraling over the edge, my orgasm crashing into me like a tidal wave. I couldn't believe what I had just done - I had just had phone sex with a stranger at my old job, all while fantasizing about being bent over and fucked by him. It was the most taboo and thrilling thing I had ever done, and I couldn't get enough of it.
"Ohhhh....keep going baby...keep going!" I moaned, my body shuddering with pleasure as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm as I begged him to continue.
"Oh yeah...and then I would tear of your top and play with those massive tits!" he continued on the phone, that dirty talk sending me into even more pleasure.
I couldn't believe it, I was cumming on the phone while my coworkers were working around me. I couldn't stop myself from moaning and sighing, my body tingling with ecstasy.
"Then...I would shoot my hot scalding load inside of you!" he said with a groan that I could tell he was cumming too.
"Mmm, yes, Mr. Smith! I want to feel every inch of your cock. I want you to stretch me out with your thickness and fill me up with your hot load!" I said, feeling a surge of pure pleasure as the orgasm hit me once again.
My head flew back and I sprayed my steamy juices all over my cubicle floor as I continued to cum, my orgasm like a wild beast clawing at my insides. The thought of being filled up with his hot load, of feeling the power of his manhood as he pounded me from behind, made me go wild. I bit my bottom lips and gripped the phone tightly, the sound of Mr. Smith's heavy breathing and groaning only heightening the experience for me.
My whole body trembled with pleasure as I listened to him grunting on the other end of the line, my mind's eye watching as he stroked his big cock with a fierce intensity. I could almost taste his hot load as it shot out of him, the fantasy of our bodies coming together in a perfectly filthy, carnal union sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. I moaned softly, unable to contain my excitement.
Suddenly, I heard a gasp beside me and looked up to see my boss, Mr. Thompson, standing over me with a look of pure shock on his face. I blinked in surprise, momentarily snapped out of my phone sex daze. My heart raced as I realized that my boss had just caught me in the act. I mean, sure, I knew I had been getting a little carried away with my dirty talk, but I never thought anyone would actually hear me.
And now, here was Mr. Thompson, standing over me with a horrified look on his face and the look on his face like he was going to fire me.
"Candi, what are you doing?! This is a place of business, not a brothel!" he spluttered, his face turning red with anger.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my actions start to sink in. I scrambled to think of something to say, but my mind was still in a haze of pleasure from my orgasm. I knew I should be mortified, but instead I felt a thrill run through me. I had just had phone sex with a complete stranger, while at work no less! It was so wrong, but it felt so right.
"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Thompson," I stammered, trying to act contrite. "I didn't mean to. I swear, it just happened. I was...on the phone with a customer and things just got out of hand." I explained, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "It won't happen again, I promise."
Mr. Thompson stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his eyes burning into me as he seemed to weigh my words. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach as his gaze lingered on my breasts, as if he was trying to resist the temptation that they presented. I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes at him, letting out a soft giggle as I felt my body react to the attention.
"Fine," Mr. Thompson said at last, breaking the silence between us. "But this is your final warning, Candi. You need to take your job seriously and keep your personal life separate. Do you understand?"
I nodded eagerly, feeling my cheeks flush with pleasure at being able to keep my newfound obsession. My nipples hardened under my blouse as I felt his eyes on me, and I couldn't help but let out a tiny moan as I realized how much I wanted to feel his touch.
"Yes, Mr. Thompson." I whispered, my voice thick with longing. "I understand."
It was then I noticed that his attention on my massive tits had mad my hand slip back down to my starving pussy. I was fingering myself again right in front of him and I couldn't stop myself at all.
I moaned louder and louder, my body writhing with pleasure as I felt myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. I couldn't believe it – I had just had phone sex with a stranger at work, and now I was masturbating right in front of my boss.
"Oh God, Mr. Thompson," I cried out, my voice shaking with pleasure as I felt myself on the brink of another orgasm.
"Candi! No...stop it right now!" Mr. Thompson said, his voice firm and stern.
But it was too late – my orgasm had already taken hold of me, and I couldn't fight it even if I wanted to. I let out a loud, guttural moan as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I could feel my liquid lust dripping down my fingers as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to regain my composure.
I gulped as I realized that I had even squirted on my bosses designer pants and all I could do was smile innocently like a dumb slutty bimbo. I knew at that moment, I had to get out of there as fast as possible before things escalated any further.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Thompson. I don't know what came over me," I said, biting my lip in a way that I knew would drive him wild. "But I think it might be best if I just cleared my head and went home for the rest of the day."
"Candi...YOU'RE FIRED!" Mr. Thompson roared, looking downright furious.
I couldn't blame him, really. I had just had phone sex with a stranger at work and came all over my cubicle floor, right in front of my boss. I mean, seriously, who does that? Well, apparently, I do now.
"B-but, Mr. Thompson," I stuttered, trying to find the words to explain myself.
But what was there to explain, really? I had been caught red-handed (or red-fingered, rather) getting off on the phone while at my sales job. It was about as bimbo slutty as it gets. And I had to pay the price for my actions. I couldn't believe it – I had just lost my job, all because of my desire to get off on the phone with strangers. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little thrill run through me as Mr. Thompson fired me.
It was like this seedy, sexy part of me was finally coming to the surface, and I couldn't help but give into it. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. I was becoming more and more addicted to the thrill of satisfying my own sexual desires, no matter where I was or who I was with. I walked out of my office with my box off stuff and just tossed it as it was Brian's old stuff.
I no longer cared for his posessions. As I jiggled and sauntered home, I still couldn't believe I had just gotten fired for having phone sex and cumming while on the clock, but at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to feel too bad about it I mean, sure, it wasn't the most professional thing to do, but it was so hot and exciting. And let's be real, I wasn't exactly made for a 9-5 job. I was a bimbo slut, through and through, and I needed to embrace that part of myself.
I had my oversized sexy clutch and realized that I needed to find a nice bar and get a drink or two. I quickly ducked into and abandoned alley and stripped of my work clothes. I had an emergency sexy outfit in my oversized purse and found a tiny little pink mini skirt and a tucked in shiny halter top and just had to put them on. I mean, sure, I was technically in public, but at this point, I didn't really care. All I wanted was to embrace my inner bimbo slut and let my wild side out.
I fluffed up my platinum blonde hair and added a little more gloss to my lips. I took a deep breath, feeling the excitement of what the night had in store for me. I felt alive and liberated, ready to explore this new world of pleasure and indulgence. I flounced out of the alleyway in my ultra-short skirt and tight top, feeling confident and sexy.
I giggled at my sexy appearance and spotted a nearby bar that looked perfect for me to drown my sorrows in and maybe even finally find a nice cock to fuck me. Little did I know that this night would be the start of a new chapter in my life as a bimbo slut, a chapter filled with wild sexual encounters and endless pleasure.