The sisters training continues

Phoebe was in Basic Submission, Kneeling on the floor in a line of
girls, being taught by a large black man about 6,3 and very muscular.

They were being shown proper conduct for begging and Phoebe was
watching closely as the girl kneeling in front of her approached the
man.

Once she was done the huge man shouted, "Next."

That was Phoebe's queue to go.

She got down onto all fours and began to slowly crawl towards the
teacher, wiggling her ass seductively to the rest of the class behind
her.

The man seemed obviously impressed by the amount of cleavage he could
see as Phoebe crawled towards him.

Stopping just before him Phoebe went back onto her knees, "Please
master I need to suck your mighty prick, Please let me taste your
cum." Phoebe begged licking her lips.

"Good work slut, now back in line." ordered the man.

Phoebe went back onto all fours and crawled to the back of the line
performing the same sexy ass movements for the benefits of the
teacher.

Paige and Cindi were held off the ground spread-eagled by ropes
around their legs and arms. It had been decided Cindi had been bad
for not correcting Paige. Both were naked and had ball gags in their
mouths.

They were wriggling their asses as much as possible trying to get
spanked. The bimbos in their sexy clothes with their pretty empty
eyes walked by and would touch their pussies and tits but before they
moved to their tight little butts that moved on, apparently their
collars reminding them, none to gently they had places to be.

Then familiar face appeared in Paige's line of sight. It was Phoebe
dressed as a sexretary about to go into an important meeting with her
boss/master. A suit with a skirt that stopped at most an inch below
her crotch and a jacket that fit unbelievably tightly, and only
because she had a corset on underneath, and six inch pumps.

"Have you like been a bad girl, Paige? Who's your hottie friend? And
like why'd they string you up?" she giggled and apparently she didn't
notice the ball gags.

Piper sat in her Bimbo Fashion class trying to pick out some suitable
outfits for herself but she still didn't know what she wanted. The
fact was Piper felt that all the clothes were meant for far bigger
breasts than hers.

"Hey you, why ain't you workin'?" demanded the teacher coming over to
Piper.

"Oh I don't like know what I should wear. All this stuff is like for
girls with much bigger titties than mine. Maybe you could like help
me make them look a bit bigger." said Piper

"Do I look like a miracle worker?" her teacher replied. "You could
win an itty bitty titty competition."

"They're not that small! Are they?" Piper asked meekly.

"Look, take this," she said getting out a slip of paper, "go to Dean
Master and sign it. He has to watch so he knows no one made you do
it."

"He can help me with my titties?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, mistress!" Piper practically skipped out of the room.

Piper arrived at the desk outside of the Dean Master's office to find
his Sexretary sitting fingering herself with one hand while flipping
through the pages of a magazine with an image of a huge breasted
bimbo on the from.

"Uh hi. I'm like here to see the Dean Master. I need him to like sign
some papers for me." said Piper.

"Ah enhancement papers." said the Sexretary looking at Piper's
chest, "Well you like totally need them, big titties are way more fun
than those little things."

Piper was once again feeling inadequate and couldn't wait to get
these papers signed.

She went over to the door of the Deans office and stood outside, then
she remembered the rules from Basic Submission for approaching a
Master and fell to her knees.

"Uh like he'll see you know." said the Sexretary resuming her
masturbation.

Piper opened the door and crawled in.

The Dean sat at his desk enjoying the sight of one of the notorious
Charmed Ones crawling towards him.
"And how can I help you Slut?" he said, knowing full well what Piper
was about to ask.

"I need..." Piper stopped herself before she made a demand, " Please
Master can you sign these papers so I can get some new titties."

Piper handed the Dean the papers and he signed them. He would have
preferred it if she had offered him a blowjob in exchange for the
papers but he knew full well that Piper wasn't at the point in her
training for giving out sexual services. Ah well she'll be more than
ready by the time she comes back to file for her next set of
enhancements.

"Go to the enhancements ward, then you can either see on of our
surgeons for some nice big fake tits or one of our Shamans who will
stimulate the natural growth of your existing ones." said the Dean.

"Thank you Master." Piper said turning and crawling out of the office.

"So what do you think?" the Dean asked turning to the shadows.

"It's hard to believe that it's the same witch who vanquished the
source, destroyed the demonic counsel and the mighty Balthazar."

"She isn't that same witch any more." said the Dean smuggly.

"She better not be. My ascension to the throne depends on you
eliminating the Charmed Ones."

The Dean would normally have resented the implication that he would
fail in his duties but as he was only a demon hybrid he had gotten
use to having full-blooded demons question him. His kind was regarded
as outcasts by the underworld, and it was only through the
elimination of good witches that they could earn any respect. Sadly
turning good witches into bimbos rather than killing them wasn't
viewed very highly down there, even if he had transformed more
witches in the last year than full-bloods would kill in a lifetime,
he was still an outcast. So by joining forces with a shadow demon and
helping him get to the throne the Dean hoped to finally get the
recognition he deserved and take his rightful place in the
underworld. Besides he always knew he would need more powerful help
come the day when he'd have to face the Charmed Ones and try to bring
them here to his realm and he'd rather have faced them one his terms
than on theirs.

"Have you thought of purchasing them? You could tap into their magic
even if they can't. And owning the Charmed Ones would certainly help
your cause."

"I might."

"Also I wanted to ask your opinion of something."

"What?"

"As sort of a final exam we conjure images of the witches former
selves and they have to reject them. Do you think we should do this
with them?"

"And this has never returned a witch to herself?"

"No, but it has caused 3.5% of are mental breakdowns. The other .5%
were the result of bad reactions to the **** and subliminals in our
early days." Taking a pause she continued. "I decided it was time at
least some of the sisters saw each other. I'm considering putting
them back together tonight, after some time to say goodbye or
tomorrow at the latest."