I thought if you had some t**s of your own you might stop staring at mine all the time.
Is there anything more taboo or intensely erotic than a man being turned into an incredibly sexy, incredibly horny woman and suddenly becoming the focus of every sexual appetite in the vicinity? And is there anywhere that sort of thing is more inappropriate and forbidden than in a stuffy, professional environment? Savor that delicious wrongness on every page of this new three story bundle.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, a highly erotic medical exam, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
This three story bundle includes the following titles from Nina Nauheim, previously only available as stand-alone books:
- Gender Swapped for the Bikers (Gender Swap MC Menage and Aphrodisiac Humiliation Erotica)
- Big Shot Lawyer Gender Swap (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Menage and Femdom Humiliation Erotica)
- Tricked and Transformed: Teaching the Office Jerk a Lesson (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Medical Menage and Femdom Humiliation Erotica)
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.
"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."
"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: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.