bimbosanddolls: When Sylvia sat down for her annual review, she was feeling very confident. She had

bimbosanddolls: When Sylvia sat down for her annual review, she was feeling very confident. She had just won another case and, as the most successful attorney on staff, Sylvia had a feeling she would be getting a promotion. “Sylvia, come in. Please, take a seat.”  She sat down across from her boss and Senior Partner, Mr. Masters. Something about his tone set alarms off in Sylvia’s mind. ‘Relax, Syl, you crushed it this year,’ she thought to herself. Still, as she sat down, she couldn’t help but be a little concerned. Mr. Masters sat down at his desk, saying nothing for a moment before breaking the silence, “Well, Miss Blake, I must say you have had a very impressive streak of cases as of late. We are very appreciative of what you bring to Masters and Cole.” Sylvia smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank you, sir. I’ve been working very hard. I really hope to make partner one day.” Inside, her concerns began to fade away. She told herself that she was being silly; they were obviously going to give her a strong review.  “Of course, Sylvia, a bright, successful woman like you would have made for a great partner.”  This was it; the moment she had been striving for since she took an internship just hoping to get a foot in the door. Finally, she would realize her goal. Masters, Cole and Blake had a decent ring to it. She beamed with anticipation. “Still, it hasn’t been all good,” Mr. Masters continued, “In fact, we’ve noticed a series of issues that we’d like to address here.”  The attorney’s heart sank. Issues? It didn’t make sense; she had done everything right. Her attention to detail was impeccable. There must have been a mistake. Without saying anything, Mr. Masters slid a file folder toward Sylvia. She opened it to see a series of reports, “As you can see, Miss Blake, there have been quite a few incidents.”  “What? But, sir… with all due respect, this can’t be right,” Sylvia argued as she flipped through the folder which, somehow, was a collection of reports regarding errors Sylvia had made. She could have sworn that other people made these mistakes,  “I’m afraid it’s all there, Syl,” Mr. Masters responded, his tone flat and certain. He waved his hand toward the files as if to present them, “Can you really deny it?” Sylvia read through the documents; it was all here. One mistake after another. She had cost the company thousands of dollars. Guilt began to sink in, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Masters. I promise I’ll be better.” Mr. Masters shook his hand, “I’m not sure that’s possible, Miss Blake. We may need to let you go.”  This couldn’t be happening. Syl knew she wasn’t always the best employee, but she tried really hard. She had no friends. No family. This job meant everything to her.  “N-no, please, sir. This job is all I have. I-I beg you to reconsider,” she pleaded.  “Silly, believe me, I’d like to keep you on. But we simply can’t. You’re just too dumb to work here.” The girl’s mind felt cloudy; as though a fog had rolled in and obscured her thoughts. Syl wasn’t dumb, was she? The fog grew thicker in her mind. Wait. Who was Syl? Silly didn’t know where that name had even come from. She looked at her boss and sighed. Silly knew she wasn’t very smart and that she only had the job because the interviewer thought she was cute. Still, she didn’t want to lose it. “Umm, sir…. I’m really really sorry,” Silly struggled to keep her thoughts focused, “Is there, uhhh, like anything I can do?” Mr. Masters smiled, “You know what, there may be a position for you yet.” Silly was so happy to hear that news. She listened to the smart man very carefully, “You see, the office morale is a little low. Maybe, since you’re useless at your current job, you could stick to what you’re good at and be the office fucktoy. That would probably make everyone much happier. What do you think, Dumdum?” Dumdum tried to figure out what the man was saying, but she couldn’t understand him. It didn’t help she kept thinking about his cock filling all of her holes up. Still, Dumdum was smart enough to know to agree with the man, so she giggled and nodded, “Like, totally!” She clearly gave the right answer, because the man had a big smile on his face. “That is wonderful, Dumdum. I’m glad it could all work out. Oh, by the way, your dumb bimbo ass is going to start stripping at night when you aren’t being used here. I could use the extra cash you’ll bring in.” Dumdum’s breasts began to swell from modest curves to huge, over-inflated pornstar tits and her lips became thick, juicy cockpads. The changes continued to sweep over her as her chestnut hair turned a fake, platinum blonde. Her eyes glazed over as the fog in her mind turned into a sweet, pink mist that completely melted the rest of her brain and made her feel super yummy all over. Her once-professional outfit had become a revealing, slutty number that was barely appropriate for the strip club.  The newly-minted bimbo stripper cocked her head sideways, “Um, like, totes whatever you say, Sir!”  -- source link

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