A ditzy blonde secretary

Images and videos flash on the screen in front of you. Big titted blonde porn stars giving blow jobs and taking cocks up their ass. Houses you don’t recognize. Cars. Hot older men. Offices. Photocopy rooms with used condoms on the floor.

My name is Becky.

“My name is Becky,” you mumble, having been told to repeat what it tells you.

I love sex. A picture of a blonde bimbo-like woman getting double-penetrated.

“I love sex.”

I love giving myself to all sorts of men.

“I love giving myself to all sorts of men.”

I love being used for sex.

“I love being used for sex.”

I love my dumb bimbo body.

“I love my dumb bimbo body.”

This goes on for hours. Then you wake up.

Your eyes flit open, taking a moment to adjust to the lights in the room. You sit up. Everything feels … different.

The woman staring back at you from the mirror is … you. A name comes to mind and sends a chill down your spine: Becky. That’s you–isn’t it?

You glance down at your wrist and giggle when you see the word “Becky” tattooed there. Of course that’s your name! Wow, that surgery must have been serious. You don’t forget your name, silly. Sometimes you forget how to spell it–it’s so long and complicated, with that tricky “ck” part in the middle! That’s why you have it tattooed on you, a little cheat sheet.

Your hospital gown does an even worse job of making you look decent than it does on the average person. “Bimbo” is a conventional description of your body type. Nothing about you is tiny, except your intell … inte … your brains. But you don’t need brains when you have breasts like these! You smile as they bounce up and in down every time you move your chest. They were already big, and then you got them made bigger. Your husband loves them that way.

“Ohmigod clooooothes!” you scream as you see the clothing left for you. “Soooooo thoughtful.” You squeeze your big ass into the tight lacey pink thong, which disappears between the cheeks. Sometimes you wonder why you even bother wearing underwear; like, you’re just going to take it of when you fuck anyway? You have to admit, though, that with the matching pink bra, you look, like, totally cute.

Next comes a pair of black thigh-high stockings and a tight mini-skirt that meets the stockings at their lacey tops. You put on the camisole that goes with the skirt but leave the sweater. Why be modest when you have looks like yours? Work it, girl.

An orderly comes in just as you’re finishing. “Do you have, like, some lipstick or makeup or whatever?” you ask him.

“Uh, no.”

You pout for a moment, your cock-sucker lips bending into a downwards curve. “Pleeeeeeease?”

“Could you just follow me?”

Your bad mood evaporates quickly–you could never stay sad for long–and you walk along behind him in your ridiculously high heels. He has a cute butt, even if he is a little young for you. Then again, college guys are hot in general. You’re so happy your kids are college age now. Their friends are always around … once you get into your new house, there will be plenty of opportunities to lie around the pool in your bikini while they are visiting.

The common room already contains the rest of your family. Robert, now David, is tall and darker, his hair fuller and a goatee on his face. He smiles when he sees you, and you nearly trip rushing over to hug him. You know that the two of you will be working together, him the boss and you the secretary, and that you’ll always be available to help him with his … accounts. Yes. Accounts.

Your grown children share your stunning looks. Jessica, now Isabel, is a busty blonde thing like her mother. You promised to pay for her boob job once she graduates college, but it looks like that might never happen. Part of you keeps checking her out and wanting to have sex with her, and you know that’s wrong, but, like, mommies should take care of their daughters, right? The same goes for Andy–uh, Curtis now. He’s practically a carbon copy of his father, and sometimes you wish you were smarter only so you could figure out a way to get them both fucking you at the same time.

Life is so unfair sometimes, giving you such hot children you’re not supposed to fuck.