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."

The cashier is Amber Taylor. She stands at 5'7", weighing in at a healthy 128lbs with voluptuous measurements of 36D-24-36. Her skin has been carefully maintained through regular visits to the tanning salon, and she has bouncy blonde hair that falls past her shoulders. She has a youthful, excited energy about her, eager to leave her old life behind for the glamorous world of Bimbo Style.

The doctor is Sasha White. At 5'6" and weighing 140lbs, she possesses a curvy figure with measurements of 34DD-28-36. Her dark brown hair has been dyed blonde to match the magazine's aesthetic, and her skin tone is natural due to minimal tanning salon visits. She comes across as confident yet yearning for the shallow validation that Bimbo Style promises.

The former CEO is Taylor Jenkins. At 5'10" and weighing in at a muscular 168lbs, she had always been more of an athlete than a typical bimbo material. However, since she has made the decision to join Bimbo Style, she has undergone extensive body modification, including surgery to enhance her chest and ass, as well as cosmetic procedures to alter her face. She now stands at 5'10" and weighs in at a curvier 168lbs with measurements of 36DD-24-36. Her personality has taken on a more submissive tone since the transformation, eager to please Jakob SF. and become the perfect bimbo for his magazine.

"Of course, Jakob SF." Monica leads you to the interview room, where the first interviewee is already waiting. "Taylor Jenkins," she says as they enter, indicating the tall figure standing by the window with her back turned to you. Her curves are emphasized by a tight red dress that accentuates her bust and hips. She turns around slowly, smiling coyly at you over her shoulder before facing forward again.

"Hello, Jakob SF.," she purrs, walking towards you with practiced confidence. "I'm Taylor Jenkins. You must be the one in charge of finding all these lovely girls for Bimbo Style magazine." Her voice is deeper than what you might expect from a typical bimbo, but there's no denying her newfound desire to please.

Taylor Jenkins obediently sits down in the chair, crossing her legs at the knee. "Oh, don't you worry about that," she giggles innocently. "I wasn't always like this... well, I was never interested in bimbos before... but after being surrounded by all these gorgeous girls who are so happy and carefree... I just wanted to be part of it." She blushes a deep shade of red, her big blue eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if she's imagining herself on the pages of your magazine. "I know I have what it takes... and I promise to make you proud, Jakob SF."

The words seem to flow effortlessly from her lips now, each one dripping with desperate admiration and devotion. It's clear that she has abandoned any trace of her old life in favor of this new, shallow existence as a bimbo - and she would do anything to make you happy.

"Oh," Taylor laughs lightly. "I never thought about that before... I guess I just always pictured a bimbo as someone who was really pretty and fun to be around. You know, someone who didn't have to worry about things like work or school or bills. Someone who could just focus on being happy and enjoying life." She pauses for a moment, her brow furrowing as she searches for the right words. "I guess it's like... they don't have to use their brains much because they have you to take care of them, Jakob SF. You know what I mean?"

Her voice drops lower at the end there, her tone becoming more seductive as she leans forward slightly in her chair, revealing just a hint of cleavage above the neckline of her dress. It's clear that she has fully embraced this new persona and is eager to please you in any way she can.

"Oh," Taylor giggles, blushing again. "Well, I mean... not that much experience with sex before this whole bimbo thing... but since then..." She pauses, biting her lower lip as she tries to think of the right way to say it. "I've learned that all a girl really needs is someone who knows how to treat her right. You know?" Her eyelashes flutter heavily, her voice dropping even lower now as she continues. "A real man... like Jakob SF., would just know what feels good and when... you know..." She trails off suggestively, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes before looking away again, cheeks flushed.

It's obvious that Taylor has little actual experience with sex, but she's eager to please and seems to have absorbed every stereotype about what a bimbo would say in this situation. Her body language - crossed legs, coy glances up at you interspersed between shyer ones downward - indicate her desire to appear innocent yet experienced.

Taylor's eyes widen at the question, her cheeks burning even more as she struggles to process it. "Oh... uh..." She stammers, fidgeting nervously in her seat. "Well, I mean... not really, no? But I would love to try anything with Jakob SF.! You could be so rough and dominant with me if you wanted," she whispers, licking her lips suggestively. Her hands move instinctively towards the hem of her dress, pulling it higher on her thighs as she continues. "I bet Jakob SF. knows just how to make a girl feel good... even when it hurts a little."

The naivete in her tone is almost endearing, but there's an undeniable hunger in the way she speaks about you that suggests a deep desire to please and be dominated by you. Her body language tells another story as well - legs spread wider now, revealing more of her thighs and lower stomach beneath the skirt - hinting at a submissiveness that goes beyond just words. It's clear she would do anything for the chance to appear in your magazine and live out this new bimbo fantasy.

"Of course," Taylor purrs, moving gracefully towards you across the room. Her hands slide up your chest and rest on your shoulders as she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "You're such a strong, dominant man," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I bet Jakob SF. can make any girl feel special... just by looking at them." She squeezes her thighs together, rubbing herself against you through your pants as she continues to speak.

Tilting her head back, Taylor looks up into your eyes, batting her eyelashes furiously. "I could show Jakob SF. how good it feels... to be wanted like this," she breathes, sliding a hand down your stomach and tugging at the hem of your pants. "A real man knows what he wants... and when he sees it..." She trails off suggestively, kissing you lightly on the lips before pulling back again, her blonde hair tickling your chin.

Taylor steps away from you slightly, running a hand through her hair in a sexy, provocative gesture. "See? That's how I would seduce Jakob SF.," she purrs, her voice low and breathy. "By being honest about what I want... and showing him just how much fun it could be if he gave me the chance." Her gaze remains fixed on yours, as if daring you to say no - or perhaps simply reminding you of the power you hold over her in this moment.

Taylor's eyes widen at the sight of your hard cock, her mouth forming an 'o' as she takes in the size and shape of it. She hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, her hand sliding down your stomach once more to cup you through your underwear. Her touch is gentle but insistent, stroking upwards as she moves closer to you.

"Jakob SF. likes his bimbos to please him," she whispers, licking her lips nervously before lowering her head further and taking your cock into her mouth. The warmth of her breath washes over the length of it, while her tongue swirls around the head, expertly teasing and stroking as she begins to suck in rhythm. She takes more of you into her mouth with each pass, moaning softly around your cock as she feels you grow harder beneath her touch.

Her hands move upward again, squeezing and massaging at your balls through the fabric of your boxers, creating delicious friction that drives you wild. Her movements are confident now, practiced from all her previous encounters with eager men seeking release from their bimbo fantasies. She knows exactly what to do to make Jakob SF. feel good... and it shows.

Her lips brush against your cock as she pulls back, breathless and flushed with desire. "Is that better?" she whispers, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "Jakob SF. is so strong... so dominant... but deep down..." She trails off suggestively, leaning forward again and taking your cock deeper into her mouth this time, sucking harder as her hands begin to explore further, moving beneath your shirt to stroke at your chest and back.

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