Thursday night — Valerie
When Val got home, she changed out of her work clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Coming back out, she noticed the gift basket sitting on her living room table, and gave herself a small squirt of hand sanitizer before plopping down on the couch to spend a few minutes on social media. Not too long though—I have to go get ready for my workout. She prided herself on her slim, athletic body, which she had kept in top shape since her competitive gymnastics days in college.
A few minutes later, however, Val noticed that she was feeling oddly light and tingly, and that the sensation was getting stronger. Something was very wrong. More like something is very right, she corrected as a wave of euphoria swept over her, leaving her gasping in pleasure.
She found herself picturing her ideal body, lean and fit, and was proud at how close her she came to that ideal. However, she felt that mental image start to shift as her euphoria was augmented by a giggly horniness, and her thoughts turned to how good it would feel to use her body for sex instead. Before she knew it, her mental image had developed larger tits and an inviting ass, as her visions of acrobatics were replaced by visions of a much more pleasurable extracurricular activity. “Now that’s more like it”, she sighed, as she felt the powerful triple dose of bimbo drug release endorphins to reward her for her hard work, before it took her image as its template and got started making her new dream a reality.
Val somehow knew that, inevitably, these curves would soon be hers, so she settled back into the couch to lazily masturbate and enjoy the ride as the gymnast body she had worked so hard for was redesigned for marathon sex instead.
As her muscles lost definition and her ass began to swell, she imagined all of the strong hands and hard cocks that would soon be pressed against it. She could feel those same hands sensuously encircling her waist as it tapered, and roughly grabbing her hips as they flared.
“Ohhh god...” she moaned in pleasure as her tits began to grow. It was lucky that she was just wearing a loose nightshirt, she thought, as her new body began to fill out the flimsy piece of fabric. Her tits ballooned outward, and she began to jiggle them happily as she thought of all the men that would soon be sucking on her large nipples.
Down below, her pussy suddenly flared with need, and refused to calm down as she jilled herself faster. It tightened into a cock-milking machine, and let her know in no uncertain terms that that was the only thing that could quench its fire. She moaned in frustration, but knew this discomfort was necessary and temporary, since her new pussy would now irresistibly pull her toward cock like gravity. And, as Val noticed a sweet, seductive odor fill the air, she knew that her pussy would do its part to ensure that her interest was returned as well.
Finally, her lashes lengthened, her lips swelled, and her long brown hair straightened, as her head filled with pink cotton candy and her empty pussy spasmed in orgasm in response to her silent promise to feed it a healthy diet of cock.
Coming down from her high, her head cleared slightly, and for a second she wondered what had happened to her, but she was so infatuated with her new body and desires that she didn’t dwell on the thought. She decided to skip working out to get to know herself a bit better instead.
The next morning — Amy
Amy woke up feeling a bit flushed from a dream that immediately faded from her memory, but for some reason left her with some incredibly naughty thoughts about her boss. Embarrassed at herself, she was nonetheless tempted to wear a low-cut blouse that would draw attention to her chest. Instead, she purposefully chose a sweater with a slightly higher neckline and a modest skirt, proud of herself at resisting the potion’s sinister influence.
She arrived at work a few minutes early, so that she could watch the fireworks when her three victims arrived. Linda and Sam arrived right on time, but Amy was disappointed to see that they didn’t look any different. She watched them for a while just in case, hoping to see something different about them, but after her own experience with just a touch of the potion she quickly determined that there was no way they had been dosed.
Her patience was finally rewarded when Valerie came in ten minutes late, noticeably preceded by the D cup tits that she had squeezed into a spaghetti strap tank top, and followed both by her miniskirt-clad ass and the eyes of her male coworkers. The potion had clearly worked its irresistible magic on her, Amy thought, looking down at her own perky little chest and recalling her helplessness to fight the potion’s effects the day before. Amy wondered whether Val’s apparent lack of awareness of her transformation was due to the larger dose of bimbo potion, or if Amy’s understanding of what was happening to her had kept her mind safe from any effects.
She was already a slut anyway. She probably didn’t even notice that anything had changed, Amy thought gleefully as Val swayed her wide hips over to her desk and sat down, pulling her top dangerously low to give the guys in the office a nice view of her impressive cleavage.
Amy spent an enjoyable morning watching Val shamelessly flirt with any guy who got near her desk. It wasn’t long before men were making detours to spend time with her, and she rewarded their attention by pressing her boobs together and crossing her legs to show off her silky thighs as she unabashedly teased them. The longer the men hung around, the more reluctant they were to leave, as they basked in the alluring fragrance that swirled around this new, inexplicably seductive Val.
Linda kept sending disapproving glances in Val’s direction, and Amy caught her and Sam whispering back and forth to each other. That should give them something to talk about besides me for a few days. Until they try their own hand sanitizer, that is, Amy thought deviously.
Late that morning she took a break from watching Val throw herself at men to go to the bathroom, passing Linda on the way. When she had finished, she washed her hands and grabbed a splash of hand sanitizer on her way out the door. Suddenly, she noticed a very familiar, unwelcome feeling washing over her. Oh no, not again! How did this happen? This is just the bathroom sanitizer! It was then that she realized her error. One of those bitches had probably not wanted their hand sanitizer, and had put it in the bathroom to get rid of it. And Amy had used it without realizing! But was it Sam or Linda who had put it there? Would she be getting two doses or four?
She suddenly realized that she didn’t care, and was struck with a wonderful feeling of destiny, like she was finally becoming the sexual center of attention she was always meant to be. This must be the first of the potions’ effects, she thought. I can resist it though, she reassured herself, as she pretended to fight her body’s renewed yearning to become a bimbo. For now, all she could do was hide in the farthest stall from the door and wait out the changes. She had the foresight to remove her bra and was glad that she had decided to wear a sweater today, though she knew she would regret its low neckline in a few minutes.