"Yes--remember, the effects are cumulative," Felicia reminded her. "With every dose, the mind's control of the body increases...and the suggestibility of that mind increases as well. C'mon, let's see how easy it is now to make Billie Sue even more of a bimbo!"
They entered the room where their once-boss had spent the night, dressed in the skimpiest and frilliest of baby-doll pajamas. Billie Sue was up and about now, and beginning to feel the effects of the second administration of the "bimbo pill" earlier that morning. It was harder to think, tougher to do anything without specific instructions. She was staring at the clothes laid out on her bed.
As she picked up a bra, Felicia's voice came from behind her. "Now, Billie Sue, you don't really need that right now. After all, shouldn't a bimbo want her breasts to show through her clothes?"
Billie Sue turned and smiled, her pink tongue licking her lips for a moment. "I suppose so, Miss Felicia." She turned back to the bed. "Then what should I put on?"
Felicia handed her a red-checked blouse and a black miniskirt, to go with the gartered stockings, black panties and black patent pumps she already wore. Billie Sue shrugged her way into the blouse, grinning and giggling as she saw how its deep V neck would reveal her cleavage.
"That's better, Billie Sue--but we're not finished this morning," Felicia said. "Turn to the mirror, sweetheart."
The transformed executive obeyed. He saw an attractive, if underdressed, young woman with a blossoming figure. But that figure was not yet what Felicia thought it should be.
"Billie Sue, you have lovely tits, don't you? But are they really a bimbo's boobs?" Felicia suggested. "What kind of tits do you bimbos have, darling?"
"Big ones, Miss Felicia; bouncy ones with huge nipples!" Billie Sue answered, repeating the suggestions given her in the tapes she listened to overnight.
"Then those tiny little titties of yours simply won't do, will they?" Felicia suggested further. And with that suggestion, Billie Sue's boobs began to expand and grow, becoming full, round globes that swelled within her blouse. In fact, the blouse became so tight, Billie Sue had to open a few buttons and pull the blouse over her bulging bazooms.
Portia whispered something to Felicia. "Oh, that is good, Portia," Felicia agreed. "Why don't you handle that?"
"Do bimbos have dark hair, Billie Sue?" she asked.
"I don't know, Miss Portia....should all bimbos be blonde?" the simpering boy-girl wondered.
"Well, of course, they should," Portia advised...and watched as Billie Sue's hair lightened a few shades. "That's enough for now, babydoll. But what's true of blondes and bimbos?"
Billie Sue looked confused.
"Come now, Billie Sue, what does every man joke about blondes...especially blondes with big tits?" Portia asked again.
"That they're...dumb?" Billie Sue mused.
"Exactly!" Portia said, triumphantly. "Now, listen carefully to this--the blonder you get, the bustier you get, the dumber you get! Blondes don't care about anything except how they look, how attractive they are. And big-titted blondes? They only care that they can look sexy and seductive by showing off their spectacular figures, right?"
"I suppose so, Miss Portia....if you say so," Billie Sue answered, Portia's suggestions already working on her mind. She was going blonde, she had big tits now, she must be dumb.
Felicia stepped forward. "I think it's time we took Billie Sue shopping, Portia. She needs the right clothes for her new look!"
More to come
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