One month later

As was usual lately, Heather was incredibly horny when she woke up, so she decided to look at porn before she was off to work. Before she realized she had been going at it for over an hour, and now she was certain she’d be late for work. Quickly she slapped on a short black skirt and matching blouse, fixed her hair, found some shoes, then was out the door. She enjoyed how people stopped to stare at her as she ran by, and with those large triple E’s mounted on her chest who could blame them? Luckily she found that she was just in time for the bus. The driver gave her a look over, then allowed her on for free. More than a little happy to look at her through his rear view mirror.

“Excuse me dear you have something…”, the old woman siting across from Heather suddenly felt a little embarrassed noticing that a trail of whit liquid on Heather’s leg was coming from her exposed cunt. The skirt did nothing to hide any part of her when she sat. Heather looked down and giggled realizing that in her haste she had forgotten to clean up after she came. The old woman looked on in disgust as Heather proceeded to clean off the gunk, then wipe her messy cunt with a napkin from her purse. She had never seen something so vile in all of her life. Of course the same couldn’t be said for some of the male passengers who looked on with rock hard cocks. It was like some bizarre fantasy.

When Heather arrived at work she was greeted by many blank stares. Not only did no one know what to make of the sexy bimbo, but no one knew it was even Heather. Well almost no one. “Hi Heather. I’m so happy to see everything turned out so perfect.”, Heather turned to see Nancy wearing a devilish grin. Nancy had always been in serious competition for Heather’s position, but as far as Heather remembered Nancy was so much more deserving of it.

“Hi Nancy!”, Heather said in a shrill high pitched voice, “I’m so happy to see you!”

“Heather can you follow me? Mr. Feller really wants to see you. I told him all about how sorry you are for being such a slut to get your job, and he says he’s willing to forgive you. Then someone more deserving can take your job.”

Though a voice in the back of Heather’s mind was screaming for her to slap the bitch, Heather took it with a smile, “Oh good Nancy. Do you think you might even get the job? Maybe I can be your secretary. You’re so much smarted than me.” Nancy took great delight in hearing Heather degrade herself like this. It was all she had ever wanted and more. After showing Heather off to some of the other women in the office Nancy then led her to Mr. Feller’s office. She just couldn’t wait for the big V.P. to see this.

“Here she is Mr. Feller, just as I promised.”, Nancy said announcing Heather as they entered the office. Immediately upon seeing Heather Mr. Feller’s jaw dropped like a ton of bricks. He could never have imagined Heather would look anything like this. She was possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Nancy continued to gloat, “Just like I said, huh? Perfect if I do say so myself.”

“And she has no idea who she was in the past?” Mr. Feller asked as Heather just stood there with a happy little smile upon her face.

“Nope.”

“What about the programming? Was it effective?”

“See for yourself sir.” Nancy said. Reaching down she raised Heather’s skirt, and stuck her finger into her exposed cunt. Pulling it back out she found her finger coated with a fresh coating of juice. “See, the bitch is nice and wet for you. What a slut.”

Mr.Feller was totally shocked by this, “Simply amazing. Nancy, consider yourself promoted. Now please leave. I think Heather has some work to do now. Nancy laughed a little as she left to share the news of her success. As she shut the door behind her she stopped for a moment to consider what she had done. Was turning Heather into a bimbo sex slave wrong? Then she laughed to herself for even having the thought. Of course it was right, after all she was just some slut.

A Week Later

“Heather come into my office please.” Mr. Feller’s low voice called over the speaker system. Sitting up from the floor. Heather wiped away the fresh layer of cum that had accumulated from the last job she did. Her new position as head dick sucker was a hard job, but she never complained. Making a little dash Heather quickly found her way to the office. She so hoped that maybe Mr. Feller would let her suck him off today, or maybe even give her the honor of penetrating his dick into her.

“I’m here master.” Heather called as she stepped through the door.

“Heather take off your skirt please. This man has some work to do.”, Mr. Feller said. As she pulled down her skirt a tall man walked over to her carrying a black suitcase. From it he produced some jars of ink, and a needle gun. When the needle toucher her skin Heather immediately cringed from pain, but quickly her quirky smile returned as the programming in her brain refused to allow her to feel sad.

As Heather walked out of the office all eyes turned and focused on her bare midsection. There, written in dark black, just above her shaved pussy were four bold words. “The Official Office Slut” She was company property now and forever. To be used, and reused until she had out lived her usefulness. Then, like all garbage she’d be gotten rid off.