Family and relationship counselor

You and April One speed off to work in the family car. It's a fairly expensive luxury sedan, but nothing too special. You bought it with Peter’s savings almost four years ago, before you started pulling in six figures at your new job. The cherry red paint is scuffed in a few places: it can be hard to focus on the road when you spend so much time driving with a pair of irresistible sex slaves. It's a good thing you can get out of trouble by blaming the fender-benders on road-head-related distractions!

By the time your commute is done, April's lips are glazed with your jizz. She smiles sweetly as you help her out of the car, not even batting an eye as you cop a feel of her exposed ass.

A short walk later, you arrive in front of the large, white building where you work. A bright, inviting storefront dominates the facade, its windows full of posters and mannequins depicting women with exaggerated figures. Girls of all shapes and sizes are on display, but the majority are blonde bimbos like your own Aprils.

In fact, two of them are your Aprils: one of the larger posters depicts a nude April One and April Two in a passionate embrace, leaning over their enhanced chests in order to lock lips.

A bold neon sign above the main entrance reads "Pearson's Perfections." It was once a glorified plastic surgery clinic, where the original April and her husband had their bodies upgraded. Three years ago, though, they expanded the scope of their services. That's when you called up Dr. Pearson himself, convincing him to open a "Family & Relationship Counselling" division, with you as the head counselor.

Thanks to your inexplicable powers of persuasion and influence, you've had no trouble running and expanding the department. When you tell people your opinion on matters of sex and sexuality, they listen. This allows you to acquire and maintain clients with very little difficulty, no matter what you charge.

As you approach the building, you smile and wave to the two "mannequins" kneeling on either side of the door. Today's free samples are a matching pair of French maids with cartoonishly-large breasts. The basketball-sized melons are straining against their custom-tailored aprons, and one of the girls already has a load of cum glazing her cleavage.

You've met these young women before, of course. In fact, you're the one who convinced their father to have them bimbofied. Their service in this little welcome committee is covering part of the cost. The rest is deducted from their wages at the fancy D-cup-plus restaurant down the street, where they wait tables (and kneel beneath them).

You get a cut of that plastic surgery bill, since you convinced the father of the need for it and referred the girls to the clinic. In addition, the restaurant sends you kickbacks for every unusually-proportioned beauty you send their way, since exotic free-use women tend to bring in customers. Of course, this is all on top of your Pearson's Perfections salary.

You think about all of this as you pass the two busty maids, and can't help but chuckle. I should think about getting a new car... Or retiring. You shake your head. Nah... What could I possibly do with my time that's more fun than this job?

Heading inside, you and April pass through the large, white, ultra-modern lobby and into the counselling department. Your place of work is a little more homey than the rest of Pearson's Perfections: hardwood floors, bookshelves, and plenty of padded chairs to lounge in.

You bypass the waiting room and head straight to your office. In addition to no fewer than six of the aforementioned comfy chairs, it contains a couch, a bed, and two heavy, old-fashioned desks with computer monitors on them.

April slides behind one of the desks, putting on her reading glasses and logging onto the computer. You stand there and watch for a while, enjoying the way she bites her lip as she clicks through your calendar.

“Let’s see... Wow, you’ve got lots of clients today! First come first serve, or would you like to pick?”

Ah yes, your office’s unique little quirk: clients can specify the date of an appointment, but not the time. They all show up in the morning, and then you see them in any order you please. If they don’t like it, they can find a different magically-gifted counselor.

Besides, you make sure the waiting room is well-staffed with D-cup-plus assistants to help pass the time (for the men, anyway). That’s what April will be doing while you see clients, and she’s damn good at that part of the job.

“I’ll pick the first client. Who’s waiting?”

"We have a couple of new arrivals," April says, leaning forward until her huge tits rest against the surface of the desk. "First off, a Mr. and Mrs. Piper are here with their teenage son. Apparently they've been having some serious trouble with his behavior, and Mrs. Piper saw your internet ad for family counselling services. She's very hopeful that you can help, but the husband is more skeptical from what I can tell."

You nod; it was difficult creating a tiny banner ad that channeled your persuasive abilities, but after testing it out on a few neighbors you managed to put something together. Now it pulls in dozens of potential clients every week. It works best on free use women, though; Mrs. Piper must be busty enough to qualify.

"The other new arrival is an engaged couple, Mr. Coen and Miss Lee. They have a fairly good relationship already, but they're very keen to make the marriage work long-term... Wait, do we offer pre-marital counselling?"

You lean around the computer screen to get a look at the couple's photograph. Miss Lee is an extremely attractive Asian woman, her pert breasts just shy of a D-cup. "We do now."

"Gotcha. There are a few returning clients as well... Remember Mr. Piaget?"

"Of course," you reply with a smile; it was his bimbofied daughters that you passed on the way into the building. "We haven't seen him in a while... I thought we cured that little 'sibling rivalry' problem once and for all. Any idea why he's back?"

"I'm not sure, but he's in the lobby with his wife, and she doesn't look happy."

"Fair enough. We really did a number on her daughters, and I can't remember if Mr. Piaget bothered to get her permission," you reply with a chuckle. "Who else?"

"Mr. Bautista and his girls are here for their monthly appointment," she says with a sigh. "I really hope you get through to them... The poor man seems to be having so much trouble putting your advice into practice."

Ah yes, the Bautistas... You met them at the mall five years ago, just after you transformed April and Peter Summers into a pair of twin Aprils. Back then, Mr. Bautista was a gentle father who had only bought fake tits for one of his daughters (at her request, no less). You've slowly been corrupting them, though, and now he's the strict master of two identical sex slaves. It's a bit like your own living situation, only his bimbos are curvy Hispanic sisters rather than a bleached-blonde husband-wife duo.

Mr. Bautista is a gentle man at heart, however, and he requires occasional check-ups in order to maintain his new, incredibly-depraved lifestyle. Maybe the whole thing is a little bit mean-spirited, but it was your first experiment in extending your perverted influence beyond your own social circle... You're curious to see where it goes.

"Speaking of long-time clients, we also have the young and charming Mr. Noble with a few of his girls. He hasn't dropped by in a while, and he seemed eager to see us both again."

"I'm sure he is," you reply with a grin. You met Tyler Noble when he was just 18 years old, less than an hour after running into the Bautista family. While he throatfucked one of the Aprils in the food court, you told him how to convert his sister and mother into submissive bimbos just like your own. He took to it like wildfire, and with your continued mentoring (and subtle manipulation) he's managed to build a harem that includes his extended family as well. You keep in touch on social media, but this is the first time in a while that he's visited your office in person.

"That's it for now," April says, leaning back. "Who should I bring in first?"

So many options... The troubled parent Mrs. Piper, the engaged couple of Coen and Lee, the French-maid-enthusiast Mr. Piaget, the perverted (but conflicted) Mr. Bautista, or your protege Tyler. Any of them would be an interesting way to start the morning!