More of Bambi's New Life

Barbara really enjoyed licking Russel's balls much to her suprise and revulsion, and before she knew it, she was licking his erect cock before sucking it. The more she sucked it, the more she loved it, and she felt herself getting wet.

"Good girl, Bambi," her coworker said as she patted her on the head in a condescending way.

Barbara's head was swimming. One the one hand, she could not believe what was happening, but on the other she was loving what she was doing, and when Russel came in her mouth, she had an orgasm, amost choking on the cum shooting down her throat.

After he finished, Russel pulled out and zipped up. "Hurry along, widdle Bambi," he said still being condescending.

"Um, what happened to my office," asked Barbara after licking her lips and looking around confused.

"Oh my god. It's 1869. Use to be 1809, but we changed it as a joke. Can't believe you forgot already."

"Oh, OK." Barbara got up and staggered addle-brained into the hallway. She had yet to get a handle on what had happened to her. She stumbled down the hall. She passed a couple of co-wokers, Jane Bilson a senior partner, and Mark Molitor, a junior partner. Both said "Hello, Bambi."

Barbara found 1869 and entered and gasped at what she saw was her new "office." Her office was just a pink couch, a pink vanity full of make-up, and had pink carpeting.

There was no desk, no diploma on the wall, and no books. She saw a pink purse and pulled out a pink wallet. She saw her ID. The name was Bambi Buttitious, the picture was of her new look, her weight was heavier, and her address was different.

"What the fuck?" she muttered.