Yes

Tamara leaned against the door after she closed it tilting her head back and looking toward the roof, closing her eyes and taking a breath. She worried about what the guys who saw them might have though about the scene they just saw. And hoping no one had been able to make out what was being said.

''Should I continue the story, Miss Tamara''

Tamara was suddenly aware she had been holding her breath as she anxiously considered what her neighbours might think. She let it out steadily before speaking ''Yeah, go ahead''

***

''You are usually such a dilligent employee, Rebecca, such a shame you seem to have developed such a liking for turning yourself into a mindless slut'' The Womans tone was still very stern. But, she no longer seemed like she was supressing the urge to shout

''Am I, Like Fired?'' Tears were beggining to well up in BeBes eyes. ''Please, Please. I don't wanna be a boring girl. Please, let me stay''

BeBe was quickly working her way toward crying uncontrollably.

''I really should know better than to try and have important conversations with you while you're like this'' The woman sighed before speaking, her voice sounding more like a dissapointed mentor now.

BeBe was sniffling as she tried to avoid crying

The Woman returned behind her desk, opening a drawer and withdrawing a small treat. She placed it on the desk, in front of BeBe

''Here, take this, it will make you feel better. And it should make this conversation easier'' She pushed the small treat closer to BeBe, turning it to reveal the label 'Orgasmic Orange Palate Cleanser Sorbet'

BeBe quickly grabbed the small treat and unwrapped it, taking the included plastic spoon and eating the whole thing down in a matter of seconds. Shutting her eyes tight and scrunching her brow as she was briefly struck by brain freeze from the cold treat.

''There, see Mistress, I can be, like, a good girNNnghhhhh, oohhh!'' Bebe was interrupted mid-sentence as her pussy started to spasm. The clenching moving up through her core, making her double over in her chair as the sensations ripped through her.

As the pleasure made her fall forwards, leaning on her desk for support, her hair fell around her face, darkening from platinum blonde to a dirty blonde, with dark roots. She also dropped lower on her chair, as her ass and hips deflated down to normal proportions.

As another wave hit her, she tilted her head, looking The Woman directly in the eyes, as her own shifted from an icy blue, to her normal hazel colour. Her lips also deflating as they returned to their original shape. All her make-up dissapearing as the change took place.

''Gnnnghhoohhhfuuhhck!'' A powerful final wave rolled through her, making her lean back in her chair, as she groped here slowly delfating boobs, reducing from her pornstar proportion, down to a pair of handfulls she was far too familiar with.

As the final wave ended, she slumped in her chair, completely blissed out.

For a few moments, she felt like she was floating, as her entire body tingled in the afterglow. Slowly, her senses returned, and she became aware of her surroundings once again.

Her eyes widened as she remembered where she was, tears beginning to well up again ''Whuh? Oh, shit! Fuck. I am so, so sorry Mistress. I can't excuse what I did, but it won't happen again. Please, please, please, i am so, sorry. That will not happen again. Please don't fire me. I-I'll work as personal service for a month, I'll do whatever, just please don...''

The Woman had a joyful tone as she let out a soft chuckle.''Stop, please you're making a spectacle of yourself'' Her face had shifted to a sly grin, with genuine happiness in her eyes ''Good to have you back with us, Rebecca. Hope you enjoyed that, it was certainly quite a show''

''Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress'' Rebecca said, wiping the tears away from her eyes. She looked at The Woman, and mirrored her grin with a smile of her own, as she started to dry her tears.

The Woman, seeing Rebecca smiling back at her, cleared her throat ''Ahem'' She raised one hand over her mouth as she made the sound, instantly returning to her usual haughty and stern facial expression.

The Woman was sitting upright in her chair once again, chin raised high and each arm resting comfortably on the arm rest to either side of her ''Now, you understand that what you did still needs to be punished, yes?''

''Yes Mistress, I understand'' Rebecca was once again bowing her head.

''Now that you're not a slutty drooling idiot, do you remember what you did wrong?'' The woman was looking down her nose at Rebecca, seemingly disgusted at the mere mention of the state Rebecca was in just a short while ago.

''It's hard to remember exactly'' As Rebecca tried to think back to the past few days, all she could clearly remember was how she slowly turned herself into a bimbo, and the more she became a bimbo, the further she wanted to go with it.

Everything quickly became a complete haze of mindless giggling and a horny obsession with making her own body as sexy as possible, to flaunt at anyone and everyone she wanted to fuck.

Especially from this morning. She remembered scarfing down a Bim Burger, watching her body change, and then, losing control and chomping down a second, and third. If it wasn't for the fact she was alerted when she had to open the doors to let customers in, she didn't know if she ever would have been able to stop herself.

She gulped, thinking back on the events, slightly aroused by the frenzied lust she remembered indulging in. But also worried that she had started to lose herself to it.

''I don't remember the past few days clearly, Mistress. I'm sorry'' She hung her head low as she finished speaking.

''Well, that being the case, I think it's time I introduce the first of the conditions of your punishment. For as long as you remain working here, you are completely banned from using any of our bimbo, or general Intelligence recuction items. Understood?'' The Woman leaned forward onto the desk as she spoke. Bringing her gaze to stare at Rebeccas face

''Understood Mistress'' Her eyes were downcast as she responded. Rebecca felt dissapointed she'd never get to experience the BimBurgers again. But, she was also quietly thankfull she'd be free of the temptation

''Look me in the eyes and repeat that, Rebecca. Do you understand the first condition of your punishment?'' The womans tone was more forcefull and insistent this time than the first.

Rebecca timidly brought her gaze up, until she was looking The Woman in the eyes ''Yes Mistress, I understand. I wwill avoid all Bimbo or intelligence reducing items''

''Very good. Now, do you remember this customer?'' The Woman snapped her fingers and suddenly, the blank space on the wall behind her changed. Becoming some sort of security camera feed, showing the reception area in full detail.

Rebecca could see the customer who had come through the doors just over a day ago. Hoodie, leggings, running shoes. Brunette hair in a Pony tail.

''Tamara, Personal Pleasure Pizza, Extra Hot, with Constant Creaming filled crust. That was what she ordered, mistress'' Rebecca was satisfied with herself for her correct answer.

''Good. You remember her, your service on the first time she was here was, not perfect, but just about acceptable'' The Woman snapped her fingers again, the scene changing, still showing the lobby. But, she could already see a big difference.

Her completely bimbofied self was in her chair, behind her desk. Having just finished having sex with one of the male customers who had passed by for a quick visit, she was attempting to read the menu, looking for something to make men last longer.

That much, she remembered.

Then she saw Tamara, walking into the reception area. This time wearing a shirt instead of a hoodie, and with her hair down, instead of in a pony tail.

She watched her bimboed self put on quite the lewd show for her, clearly embarassing the customer. Then she saw herself handing Tamara some Cum-B-Gone, presumably to deal with the aftermath of the pizza, followed by a Milky Bun.

''The CUM-B-Gone thing was my bad, probably should have warned her abbout that pizza'' Rebecca said, still scrutinizing the video. She could see she was making a slutty fool of herself, but nothing seemed to violate her basic operating guidelines.

''I assume you don't remember the details of your conversation then?'' The woman said, turning from the screen, back toward Rebecca.

''Not particularly, no. What did I say?'' Rebecca was curious how she had broken the rules, and what exactly it was that got her in trouble.

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose, her disgust apparent at even the recording of her employee in such a state. ''Honestly, i'm not sure half of what was coming out of your mouth at this point were even proper words. But, to jog your memory. What is our policy when a customer asks for information?''

''As with any request, Mistress, we always endeavour to provide our clients with whatever they may request of us.'' Rebecca repeated, as she had so many times when revising the rules she had to follow

''Yes, precisely correct. Unless?''

''Unless the customers request would leave an employee unavailable or incapable of completing their duties, Mistress'' Rebecca recalled the other part of the rule she had so ofter repeated.

''You are good at keeping rules and operating procedure straight when you're not a braindead slut'' The Womans tone seemed annoyed again, almost spitting the last few words.

''Thank you, Mistress'' Rebecca felt she should accept the back handed compliment. For as much as it was the effects of the Bimburger, Rebecca still felt like she was being personally insulted somewhat with that last statement.

''Now, would you assume that a braindead slut, like the one we can see here, would be capable of recalling such things?'' The Woman was standing over her desk now, looking straight down at Rebecca.

''No mistress''

''Correct again, Rebecca. You are a good employee'' The woman was slowly becoming more stern in her tone again. ''Now what do you assume might happen if a customer asled a braindead slut like that for information on our products, or services''

''Did I cause a problem for the customer, mistress?'' Rebecca was avoiding eye contact again, hoping she hadn't cause any severe issues

''Luckily, no. The information she was looking for was something I suspect she already knew, but may have been looking for confirmation from a professional'' The woman turned to the screen again, making sure to leave a clear view for Rebecca, too.

''Now, tell me this Rebecca, does that woman look professional to you?''

Rebecca could see the recording was stopped on a frame of her, just after Tamara had left. She was laying back on her desk and fucking herself, quite desperately, by the looks of things.

''No, mistress, she doesn't'' Rebeccas voice had dropped to almost a whisper as she responded.

The woman had moved arounf the desk and was once again leaning against the front of it, looking down at Rebecca ''Now, although this customer may not even know the rules of our establishment, you have broken them. So, from the next time this woman is near our building, you will be given to her as a servant for a total of two days. Understood?'' The woman was once again using the a soft, smooth tone of voice.

''u-under...'' Rebecca cleared her throat, looking up at The Woman as she spoke ''Understood, Mistress. I accept my punishment''

***

''So that's it? Next day you're just given to me while i'm out for a run?'' Tamara was sitting on the side of her sofa that still had a cushion as she looked at Rebecca. So wrapped up in the story that the girl was telling, she forgot to give her permission to find a seat.

''Yes, miss Tamara. Those are the relevant details''

''The relevant details? What happened after that?''