Big Shot Lawyer Gender Swap (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Menage and Femdom Humiliation Erotica)
Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Nina Nauheim | ISBN: | 9781311566485 |
| Publisher: | Nina Nauheim | Publication: | August 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nina Nauheim |
| ISBN: | 9781311566485 |
| Publisher: | Nina Nauheim |
| Publication: | August 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
"I thought if you had some tits of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time."
Ultracompetitive big shot lawyer Rick Garrette is preparing for the case of his life, and he'll do anything to get an edge. He's going up against a young, attractive prosecutor and he's sure a few crude remarks will intimidate her and give him the advantage he needs. Little does he suspect that offending her won't turn out to be in his best interest.
Deciding to teach him a lesson, the seductive prosecutor tricks him into swallowing some "focus pills" she claims she takes before every case. When the pills backfire and the aggressive alpha male professional finds himself transformed into a sexy, blonde, helplessly horny woman, he'll have to try to make it through the trial without giving in to new, increasingly powerful urges. The act is far from perfect, and it isn't long before the new bimbo starts to get an entirely different kind of attention from the men she originally thought to awe with legal savvy, and getting as much as she can take.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
She caught sight of us entering and a sudden, knowing smiled leapt to her face. She stood and moved to intercept me as Daniel and my co-counsel took their positions at the table.
"Hello," she said, "I don't think we've met, have we? I was expecting a misogynist pig named Rick Garrette."
"I –" I stammered.
"So you took the pills," she said after I had failed to produce a coherent response.
"The pills?"
"Oh, you poor thing. You hadn't even connected those dots yet? The pills. Yes, the pills. The pills I gave you. The pills that turned you into …" she gestured at my form "… well, a lovely bimbo, I suppose. I thought if you had some tits of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time. It really was starting to make me uncomfortable."
"You –"
"That's right," she said, not bothering to hide her smugness. "But don't worry, they help you focus, too. Well, focus on something, anyway. You'll probably have only one thing on your mind for the foreseeable future. That's one of the little perks of those pills I stole from evidence control. I heard about the drug bust and I couldn't believe there were such things. I was just dying to find someone to test them on, and then you were so helpful as to volunteer. It really was nice of you."
"I – but –"
"You really are stunning, you know," she added. "And I think I see some of the men around here noticing. Try not to get distracted by a few hard-ons pointed your way. Even if you can just imagine them slipping inside you, squeezing in, f*****g you raw … better not to think about it."
She smiled acidly and slipped back to her place at the prosecutor's table.
As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was wet. Chloe Atkins had gotten me wet, and she had known she was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at her lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across the aisle. It doesn't matter if you're already a little horny again, I told myself. That won't stop you from beating her. Nothing about the strong, probably willing men in the courtroom or the handsome and powerful CEO sitting next to me, the one who had already very obviously noticed my body out in the hallway – none of that would distract me, I told myself.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
"I thought if you had some tits of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time."
Ultracompetitive big shot lawyer Rick Garrette is preparing for the case of his life, and he'll do anything to get an edge. He's going up against a young, attractive prosecutor and he's sure a few crude remarks will intimidate her and give him the advantage he needs. Little does he suspect that offending her won't turn out to be in his best interest.
Deciding to teach him a lesson, the seductive prosecutor tricks him into swallowing some "focus pills" she claims she takes before every case. When the pills backfire and the aggressive alpha male professional finds himself transformed into a sexy, blonde, helplessly horny woman, he'll have to try to make it through the trial without giving in to new, increasingly powerful urges. The act is far from perfect, and it isn't long before the new bimbo starts to get an entirely different kind of attention from the men she originally thought to awe with legal savvy, and getting as much as she can take.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
She caught sight of us entering and a sudden, knowing smiled leapt to her face. She stood and moved to intercept me as Daniel and my co-counsel took their positions at the table.
"Hello," she said, "I don't think we've met, have we? I was expecting a misogynist pig named Rick Garrette."
"I –" I stammered.
"So you took the pills," she said after I had failed to produce a coherent response.
"The pills?"
"Oh, you poor thing. You hadn't even connected those dots yet? The pills. Yes, the pills. The pills I gave you. The pills that turned you into …" she gestured at my form "… well, a lovely bimbo, I suppose. I thought if you had some tits of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time. It really was starting to make me uncomfortable."
"You –"
"That's right," she said, not bothering to hide her smugness. "But don't worry, they help you focus, too. Well, focus on something, anyway. You'll probably have only one thing on your mind for the foreseeable future. That's one of the little perks of those pills I stole from evidence control. I heard about the drug bust and I couldn't believe there were such things. I was just dying to find someone to test them on, and then you were so helpful as to volunteer. It really was nice of you."
"I – but –"
"You really are stunning, you know," she added. "And I think I see some of the men around here noticing. Try not to get distracted by a few hard-ons pointed your way. Even if you can just imagine them slipping inside you, squeezing in, f*****g you raw … better not to think about it."
She smiled acidly and slipped back to her place at the prosecutor's table.
As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was wet. Chloe Atkins had gotten me wet, and she had known she was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at her lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across the aisle. It doesn't matter if you're already a little horny again, I told myself. That won't stop you from beating her. Nothing about the strong, probably willing men in the courtroom or the handsome and powerful CEO sitting next to me, the one who had already very obviously noticed my body out in the hallway – none of that would distract me, I told myself.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
