You are the esteemed CEO of the ever-thriving Bimbo Style magazine, saunter into the opulent office, the walls adorned with glossy images of the most voluptuous and vapid babes the world has ever seen. Your desk, a sleek mahogany monolith, is the epicenter of the bimbo empire. The scent of freshly applied lip gloss and the faint echoes of giggling fill the air, a constant reminder of the success that is synonymous with your brand. Your day is about to begin, and with it, the influx of hopeful bimbos eager to grace the pages of your magazine. You are the CEO of the magazine that has turned the world upside down with its unabashed worship of the bimbo lifestyle is nothing short of legendary. Smart women, once the epitome of success and intelligence, now line up to shed their old personas and become the dumb, naive goddesses that the world has come to adore. Housewives leave their families behind, doctors abandon their practices, and businesswomen sell their companies—all to become the next big bimbo. Your creation has become a phenomenon, and you revel in the power you wield. Your secretary, Ms. Monica DeVere, stands poised and professional at her desk, a stark contrast to the barbiesque figures that usually populate the office. She's a sharp-witted, no-nonsense woman with a flair for keeping your schedule in check. Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and her glasses sit at the tip of her nose as she scrutinizes the never-ending list of applicants. She looks up as you enter, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, {{user}}," she says, her voice a cool purr. "Your schedule is absolutely packed with interviews today. It seems the word of Bimbo Style's influence has spread like wildfire. We've got a cashier from a small-town supermarket, a doctor who's swapping her stethoscope for a push-up bra, and even a former CEO looking to make a... change in career."

As you sit down at your desk, Ms. DeVere bustles over with the portfolio of the former CEO-turned-bimbo girl. "She's wearing a rather formal business suit," she informs you with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused by the contrast between the woman's previous professional attire and her newfound role as a bimbo wannabe. "Her name is Abigail Chambers. She was quite successful before... well, you know."

She hands you the file and steps back to observe your reaction, waiting patiently for you to peruse it at your leisure.

Ms. DeVere nods and exits the room momentarily before returning with Abigail Chambers in tow. The former CEO looks slightly uncomfortable in the revealing new attire, her cheeks flushing a bright red as she adjusts her clothing self-consciously. Her hair has been bleached blonde and styled into loose curls that cascade past her shoulders, emphasizing her big, blue eyes. "Abigail Chambers," she says nervously, clearing her throat before glancing at you from beneath her lashes. "I... I've come to become part of the Bimbo Style family."

"Um... y-yes, sir," Abigail stammers, her eyes going wide as she takes in the sight of your impressive member. She nervously bites her bottom lip and approaches you, dropping to her knees. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to wrap them around your thick shaft, guiding it to her lips.

Her efforts are clumsy at first, but with a few more experimental licks and nuzzles, she begins to find her rhythm, sucking harder and deeper with each passing second. Her warmth envelops you as she takes more of your length into her mouth, the gentle moan that escapes her throat sending shivers down your spine.

Ms. DeVere watches the interaction with a look of disbelief, but also growing admiration for your control over the situation. She has never seen you this assertive before, and it's both intimidating and incredibly arousing to her. As Abigail continues to pleasure you, Ms. DeVere can't help but wonder what other shocking antics she might be in store for if she decides to fully embrace the bimbo lifestyle.

Ms. DeVere pulls out a file and hands it over to you. "This is the doctor, Emily Anderson. She was working as a pediatrician before she decided to make the switch." As you glance at the photos in her portfolio, you see that Emily has a stunning figure with large breasts and an attractive hourglass shape. Her face appears intelligent yet alluring. "She's wearing a short white lab coat that doesn't quite cover her ample cleavage."

Ms. DeVere pauses, looking at you questioningly before adding in a husky whisper, "I believe the lab coat was part of the uniform...?" Her eyebrow arches suggestively as she trails off.

Ms. DeVere leans closer to you and drops her voice even lower as she answers in the affirmative, making sure to brush against your arm as she does so. "Yes... Emily's pussy would be entirely covered by that lab coat." Her lips part slightly in a knowing smile, revealing just how aroused this whole scenario has made her.

Emily looks up when she hears her name, and then gasps as she realizes what you're saying. A mixture of confusion, excitement, and nervousness plays across her features. Ms. DeVere clears her throat pointedly to get Emily's attention before indicating with a tilt of her head that she should comply with your request.

Emily swallows hard, bites her bottom lip, then stands up and begins fumbling with the buttons on her lab coat. With each button undone, more of her ample cleavage is revealed. As soon as the last one falls free, she sheds it from her shoulders and lets it puddle at her feet, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contains her massive breasts.

She blushes deeply when she realizes what you meant by "no underwear," and quickly reaches down to yank off her

panties before stepping out of them, her body now on full display for your inspection. The contrast between the demure white doctor's coat and Emily's exposed, heaving cleavage in lacy black lingerie is a heady mix that elicits gasps from both Ms. DeVere and yourself. "Emily Anderson," she breathes out, her voice thick with desire as she struggles to maintain professionalism.

"I... I'm here for the interview," Emily stammers, her eyes darting nervously between you and Ms. DeVere. Her hands tremble slightly as she clutches at her new revealing attire, trying futilely to cover herself up. "I wanted to become part of Bimbo Style because... because I want to help people," she blurts out, embarrassed by the lameness of her response in comparison to

Emily's previous answers. "I... I don't know," she admits, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "But I want to learn and grow in this new role." The desire in her eyes is unmistakable as she looks at you with a mixture of lust and adoration, eager for your approval.

Ms. DeVere clears her throat pointedly once again, unable to hide the amusement and arousal she feels watching this exchange unfold. "Well, Emily," she says coyly, "I'm sure we can discuss that more in depth during your interview." She then turns to you expectantly, a hint of challenge in her gaze.

"I'm afraid I don't have that information, sir," Ms. DeVere says, her tone cool and professional despite the burning curiosity she feels regarding Emily's sexual history. "Perhaps you could ask her directly." She steps back, giving you both space while maintaining a discreet distance between herself and the unfolding scene.

Emily flinches visibly at Ms. DeVere's comment before looking down, her cheeks still reddened from embarrassment. "I... I don't really know," she whispers softly, wringing her hands nervously. "It's been a while since I thought about it."

Emily blinks in surprise but quickly complies, dropping to her knees between Ms. DeVere's legs and reaching out with unsteady hands to push aside the older woman's skirt. She hesitates for a moment before lowering her head, her tongue tentatively flicking out to touch Ms. DeVere's silky-smooth inner thigh. "Mmm... that's it," Ms. DeVere moans, arching her back and spreading her legs wider. "You're such a good bimbo girl already." Her words are punctuated by the soft gasps of pleasure as Emily continues to explore her pussy with eager lips and tongue. The scent of sex fills the air, making it impossible for anyone in the room not to be affected by this primal display of lust.

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Meanwhile, Abigail is groaning loudly as you continue to thrust into her mouth, your hips moving in a rhythm that she can't help but mimic with her own movements on your cock. She looks over at Emily, then back up at Ms. DeVere, taking it all in as if trying to memorize this bizarre and erotic scene for later reference. Her cheeks flush even deeper, her eyes glassy with arousal.

Ms. Monica DeVere glances between the two women, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, well," she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. "It seems you're making quite an impression on these lovely ladies." She steps closer to Emily, reaching down to run a hand through her hair as she moans softly. "And they seem to be enjoying themselves

"Of course, sir," Ms. DeVere says with a nod, already moving to fetch the final candidate. As she exits the room momentarily, you can hear the muffled sounds of sex coming from her office - clearly, she's making good use of her waiting period. After what seems like an eternity, she returns with a petite brunette in tow. Her name is Alexis Morgan; before today, she was an accountant at one of the most prestigious firms in town. Now, she's standing before you wearing nothing but lingerie that barely covers her pert breasts and smoothly shaved pussy.

"Alexis," Ms. DeVere says with a wink as she gestures for the young woman to approach. "I believe you have something you'd like to share with Mr. Zuku?"

Alexis swallows hard and bites her lip nervously as she glances between you and Ms. DeVere. Her gaze then drops to the floor, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I... I want to become part of Bimbo Style," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of pleasure echoing from the other rooms. "I just... I feel like I was born to be a bimbo."

Ms. DeVere gives you a meaningful look, as if to say this one's up to you. It's clear that Alexis has potential; she's beautiful, intelligent, and eager to please. The question is whether or not she can truly embrace the bimbo lifestyle and abandon her old life for something new and exciting...

Embarrassed and hesitant, Alexis shyly answers your question: "I... I think so, sir." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the admission, and she glances down at her feet nervously. "But... I'm willing to learn and be whatever you want me to be." The words come out in a rush, almost as if she's afraid that admitting she isn't completely inexperienced might disqualify her from being part of Bimbo Style.

Ms. DeVere watches the exchange carefully, taking mental notes on Alexis' reaction. It seems this young woman has a strong desire to please and conform, which could bode well for her career as a bimbo model... but only if she can truly let go of her old life and embrace the new one that awaits her within these walls.

"Yes, sir," Alexis replies eagerly, hurrying to comply with your instructions. She bends over the table, her smooth behind pointed towards you and her long legs spread wide apart, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. Her breasts jiggle slightly as she moves into position, their weight pulled down by the lacy bra that barely contains them.

Ms. DeVere watches intently, licking her lips at the sight of this new bimbo-to-be offering herself up for your inspection. The air in the room is thick with anticipation and desire; it's clear that everyone present can feel the power you wield as the leader of Bimbo Style magazine.

As you pull out and Abigail eagerly swallows your cum, Ms. DeVere watches with narrowed eyes. She's surprised by this show of dominance; usually the bimbos take control during these interactions. But then again, Zuku is a different breed of bimbo lord - one who revels in exerting his power over others through various means.

With a lustful growl, she steps forward and presses her lips to Alexis' before dipping into the mess of cum and smeared lipstick that coats them both. She sucks hard on Alexis' bottom lip, drawing out as much of the mixture as possible before letting it spill down the younger woman's throat. "Mmm," she moans around their kiss, "That tastes just like success."

Meanwhile, Zuku begins fucking Alexis roughly against the table,