Virginia "Pepper" Potts

Pepper Potts was feeling overwhelmed. Ever since Tony died, her responsibilities had doubled. In addition to being in charge of Stark Industries, she had also taken to donning her Rescue armor and running operations with the remaining Avengers. In her spare time, she mostly just tried to spend as much time with her daughter as possible.

Right now, she was grudgingly reviewing the third quarter financial statements when a new window popped up on her screen. She tried to exit, but the window wouldn't close no matter how many times she clicked the X. A text prompt suddenly appeared.

"Are you a bimbo?"

"Of course not."

"You must be a bimbo, you've visited bimbo.com"

"No. I'm a successful CEO, superhero, and mother."

"Then what is a bimbo?"

"Some vapid whore who doesn't have a worthwhile thought in her head. She just wants to have sex and show off her body."

"What does a bimbo do for a living?"

"Probably the highest they'll ever rise in the corporate world would be a secretary. And even then, probably only because she fucks her boss to keep her job."

"What does a bimbo look like?"

"She has really big tits. And a great, round ass. Blonde hair. Lotsa makeup."

"How does a bimbo act?"

"Dumb and slutty."

Pepper giggled to herself as the questions and her answers became increasingly funny to her. She gave no thought to the fact that she was giggling like an idiot, instead compelled to complete her survey.

"What does a bimbo do with her time?"

"Shop. Fuck. Suck."

"Are you a bimbo?"

"Of course silly."

A blinding light emanated from her computer screen, bathing Pepper in its glow. When it faded, she blinked her eyes repeatedly, stood up and saw her reflection in a full length mirror in her office. Her hair was an unnaturally bleach blonde with red streaks running through it. Her professional pants suit was now a half unbuttoned blouse and a short pencil skirt punctuated with a pair of stiletto heels. Her hair was pulled into a bun on top of her head and she wore a pair of cat's eye glasses. Her modest breasts were now a pair of EE's that stretched her blouse to its breaking point and her ass and hips had expanded. Her keen intellect had faded, and now she was barely smart enough to be a secretary.

Pepper didn't care about any of that thought. Unknown to her, Phineas Morgan was watching her transformation from his home. He entered a command subroutine and added some suggestions to Pepper's mind. She would sign over Stark Industries to him immediately and change her job title to be his personal assistant, Honey Pott.

The former CEO took a seat at a desk that had suddenly appeared in the vestibule in front of his office. She sat down and started filing her bright pink nails, waiting for her new boss and master to arrive.