Greg, the Inexplicably Hunky Janitor.

I blinked and the glare mostly faded, allowing me to recognize the tall and scruffy form of Greg the janitor. Nice enough, in my experience. I'd never spoken to the guy, I hadn't ever done much more than offer a friendly nod, but he hadn't stood out to me much either. He was quiet and focused on his job.

Just a normal dude doing a thankless job at the same place I did.

Now that I was this fuckin' horny, I noticed how broad his shoulders were. The way the muscles in his forearms shifted and bulged as he pulled the door closed and then folded them over his chest. Even his bland grey overalls seemed to cling and enhance his best features.

A memory drifted up, a tidbit of gossip more than anything, reminding me that Greg did well in college football a decade ago, until a knee injury made him lose a scholarship.

"Hey! Did you hear me? What are you doing in here?"

I snapped out of my trance to see he was looming over me, trying and failing to maintain an intimidating frown. It kept softening every time he glanced at my face.

Haha! Innocent Image is proving its worth already!

"Uhm... Hi?" I offered I small wave and a cute smile, not bothering to change my position on the floor so Greg could get an eyeful of my upgraded and prettiefied body. "I'm..." Don'tsayMarissa! "...Rissa! I'm kinda lost."

"Hey there, Rissa." Greg said dryly, he knew it was a fake name I came up with just now, but hopefully he didn't know the reason. "I'm Greg. What are you doing laying on the floor, making a mess of my closet?" He tilted his head towards the collection of bottles that had been sent rolling like bowling pins. Oops.

"Didn't you hear me?" I found myself naturally making a pretty pout to escape punishment as I clambered to my feet with all the grace I could manage. Along with the pout, my arms swung at my sides whimsically while I leaned slightly forward. "I got lost!"

"Right..." He attempted to stare at me flatly, but his eyes kept getting drawn downwards to my boobs. Heh. "Did anyone tell you where you were supposed to go? Maybe meet some bigwig in his office?"

Oh. He thought I was a prostitute. Of course he did. Looking the way I did now, all prettied up and dressed like a total bimbo, what else would he think? Normally, I'd be a bit embarrassed by the misunderstanding, maybe even a little offended, but now...

"Aww, you think I'm pretty enough for that? Thank you~!" I nearly tackled Greg to the wall, smushing my titties to his belly and giggling up at him. "You're, like, sooo nice, Greggy!"

He froze with his arms held out to the sides for balance as he stared down at me in a look of such pure befuddlement I couldn't help but giggle again. Naturally, that meant I pressed even harder against him. A small part of me was getting a bit concerned by how easy, how natural the bubbly bimbo act was, but it got even smaller when Greg wrapped his arms around me.

His big, strong, slightly rough hands slipped under my skirt and felt at my ass like he couldn't believe it was real. An adventurous fingertip dove between my cheeks and discovered I wasn't wearing anything other than my dress.

I shuddered as he poked at my asshole. Why is it so sensitive now? There shouldn't be any punishments that changed me there except for Plump Peach, right? Could it just be a general bonus or is it a me thing? Whatever the cause, I nuzzled into him, cooing and whimpering encouragement.

"Oh, fuck..." Greg groaned as he explored every square millimeter of my butt, his big hands struggling to palm both plump cheeks. "I am so glad you got lost."

"And you found me~" I hopped up, latching in place with my legs around his waist and his hands supporting me. I nibbled and purred into his ear in my breathiest voice. "Whatcha gonna do wit' me? Are you going to take advantage of the pretty thing you found?"

Greg's chest rumbled with a laugh that was almost a growl. "Fuck yeah..."

A second later, all the breath in my chest rushed out as he dropped to his knees and lay me flat on the floor, resting his full weight upon me. He took a few seconds to tug down my dress and marvel over my fabulous new tits with their pink nipples, mauling them with his hands and sucking first one, then the other until both were shiny and wet. Every inch of my skin was left tingly and hot as he continued licking and touching and nibbling, echoes of the pink electricity sparking in my mind.

He was using me with little concern about my comfort or pleasure. Oh, he wasn't being rough, not truly, but all of his actions were about his enjoyment first, everything else was secondary.

I let it happen. I let him enjoy me however he wanted. The way his eyes seemed to drink in the sight of me, the way his hands couldn't stop touching and caressing me... It made me feel so pretty~!

"You're so fucking hot! Unreal." Greg huffed in disbelief and finally let go of me.

"Do ya mean it?" I was left gasping and quivering on the floor, watching his muscular form revealing itself as he shrugged off his overalls. "Am I pretty?"

"Hah!" Greg pushed down his briefs and let his already iron-hard cock out to slap on my latex-clad tummy, a droplet of hot fluid landed on my left tit. "Does this answer your question?"

"Yeah! Your cock thinks I'm pretty!"

He Greg made a show of rolling his eyes. "If that's what gets your rocks off, girlie..."

Laughing again, he leaned forward and the scent of him filled the air around me, fresh sweat, faded soap— not great smells in an objective sense— but when he kissed me hungrily and flipped up my skirt so his cock could touch my bare skin... Best thing I had ever smelled.

When he pulled away, I whined and tried to follow with my lips, but his hand on my collarbone pushed me down. I stared up at him, pleading with my eyes to his unreadable face. I wanted him to fuck me!

"You know, normally, I'd be a gentleman." Greg began, speaking slowly as if he was considering some great puzzle. "I would make sure the lady was good and ready. Feeling comfortable. Safe." His other hand trailed down to collect some of my wetness. "I'd make her cum at least once with my hands and mouth so she could take my cock easily." His fingers glistened in the light. "But you don't need that, do you?"

"No~ I'm ready!" I squirmed and bucked in his grip, so wet that my butt slipped on the linoleum. "Please fuck me!"

Those same fingers were held up to my mouth and I licked them clean without any further direction. Mhmm~ Sweet and fruity! His satisfied smirk just make it taste even better!

"If you say so." He chuckled.

There was almost no warning. With little more than a grunt of pleasure, Greg adjusted his angle and rammed himself in me. Burying his cock to the base. I squeaked in shocked pleasure as alllll the sensitive little muscles and folds in my pussy cried out in joy, welcoming him inside happily.

No pain or discomfort. Just bliss.

"Aaaaa! Thank youuu~"

"I knew it." He laughed, fingers digging into my hips as he had to pull himself out to thrust back in. My legs had hooked around his waist to hold him inside me. "You're a slut." Thrust!

"Yes!" My tits bounced and my ass shook from the ****.

"You don't need a gentleman." Thrust!

"I don't!" Sweat beaded on my skin, my dress squeaked against the floor.

"You don't need finesse or gentle coaxing..." Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ahhn~" I spasmed in orgasm, the edges of my vision going pink. Greg simply laughed and fucked me through it, forcing his way in and out despite my fluttering pussy.

"You're a slut who only needs a cock in her pussy!" Thrust!

"Yeaahhh! Imma slut!" Thrust! "A pretty lil bimbo slut~!"

With his chest billowing like a race horse's and sweat streaming down his face, Greg slammed home one more time. Right as my second orgasm was ending, his hot cum shot inside me, filling me up.

"Take it!" He gasped, eyes focused on my face. "You look so pretty cumming on my cock!"

I cried out something. A heartfelt thank you. A cheerful affirmative. A brainless giggle. All of them at once and more.

The only thing that mattered was the proof of how pretty I was pouring into me, sending more bubbles of pink bliss into my pretty lil body, until there was nothing else.

The room faded to pink, then to black. Last thing I was remotely aware of was Greg pulling out and laying beside me, chest heaving for breath.