bimbosanddolls: “As you can see, Mr. Legion,” Krista, the high-profile real estate agent
bimbosanddolls: “As you can see, Mr. Legion,” Krista, the high-profile real estate agent said as walked through the home, “this house is absolutely stunning. It comes fully furnished, is a brand new build. In fact, building just finished a couple days ago. It’s not even going on the market until Thursday so, if we act quickly, there won’t be any competition for it.” I had to admit, Krista had done a great job of finding this place. It was no question why she was the top agent in Garnet Hills. I’m sure her stunning looks got her enough business on its own, but she was smart and clearly had connections if what she was saying is true. “Sold.” I told her and watched her eyes light up with excitement. I’m sure she was going to make a pretty penny off of this sale. “I’m so happy to hear that, Mr. Legion! Luckily enough, I have the paperwork right here.” Krista pulled out the file, which I somehow suspected that her having was no act of ‘luck’ at all, and reached for a pen. “Oh shoot,” she muttered before taking a step toward the door, “I must have left my pen in the car.” I reached into my jacket pocket. “Not a problem, I have one right here.” I handed her my pen and we signed all the necessary documents. “Alright, great,” the agent closed the folder and handed me my pen, “I will have this sent to the office a.s.a.p. and you will be the proud owner of a new home in Garnet Hills. Congrats!” She extended her arms for a final, congratulatory hug. “One quick question, Krista. Were you always part of the deal? I mean, I’m thrilled that you agreed to be my live-in homemaker,” I said with a wry smile on my face, “I’m just…surprised.” “What? What the hell are you talking about?” She spat at me; her eyes fiery with offense and anger. I reopened the folder and pointed to the page. “Look, right here. ‘Section 34G: The buyer is entitled to all furnishings in the home; including the agent, Ms. Taylor, who will become his live-in bimbo homemaker.’ I was as surprised as you are, but you clearly entered it into the contract.” Krista Taylor looked at me with bewilderment. “Bimbo? Excuse me? I am not… some…air..he…” The look in her eyes began to soften. What’s happ..en…ing. I feel… weird. Her mind tried to battle against flurry of changes happening to her. So… dizzy… dumb. No. I’m.. succ…success…. I… um… not.. a … bimb….bo. The real estate agent began undressing, seemingly unaware of what she was doing. Need to… get.. help. Need… serve… Sir. N-no.. So.. hot…. Help… I’m.. help. She became overwhelmed as the physical changes began. Her already sizable chest expanded and took on an obviously unnatural roundness. Her hips flared out to a round, pert bubble butt that balances her breasts. Her waist cinched in; as if invisible corsets were being pulled tighter and tighter. Finally, Krista’s mind faded away as her new reality set in. …I’m, like… Sir’s bimbo. Gotta… take care of him. I stood in front of the bimbofied real estate agent, who wearing nothing but a sexy red and black ensemble. “So, Krissy, I’ll send these files off to the office and you’ll be my newest bimbo. Congrats!” The bimbo squealed with glee. “Like, oh my god, Sir! That’s, like, the best!! Thank you!” “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” I patted her on the butt and turned to look out the window, taking in my new playground. “Well, Garnet Hills, I’m home.” -- source link