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Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut) Ch3Pt4 up!

Postby fidget1 » Thu Mar 25, 2021 4:06 am

Author's Note: This is a fun commission from one of my fantastic Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters are of legal age, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!


Perfect Girlfriend Juice, Ch. 01
by Fidget



"Wait, what do you mean you changed the recipe?" the CEO asked his genius but socially inept lead mixologist.

"Well, I didn't realize you wanted the drink to actually make a girl into your Perfect Girlfriend, so once I saw your incredibly sexist ad campaign, it inspired me to go back to the drawing board and craft something that would make your dream a reality. Now whenever a girl drinks Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she'll develop a crush on the first guy she talks to afterward, feel compelled to ask him about his Perfect Girlfriend, and will immediately become whatever she hears him say! What do you think?"

"I didn't mean it literally! Jesus, Christine, that should be impossible, how on earth did you manage to... you know what, nevermind. At this point it doesn't even matter. Just get the head of distribution in here so we can start the recall. I just hope no woman actually drank that stuff, or we're gonna be in for it..."


Cut to Leslie and Dan, two undergrads eating lunch at their local college.

"What's that?" Leslie asked Dan, pointing to the brightly colored can sitting on his tray as the mousy brunette plopped down next to him on the bench.

"Something called Perfect Girlfriend Juice," Dan mumbled self-consciously.

"Why would you drink something with a misogynistic name like that??"

"Hey, don't get mad at me! They were giving out free samples, so I grabbed one before I got a chance to look at it. Here, you can have it then," he said, thrusting the can at her to demonstrate that he meant nothing by it.

She hmphed a bit as she reluctantly accepted it, before popping the top and hesitantly sniffing the carbonated liquid inside. It smelled like any other energy drink, so Leslie took a tentative sip, and was surprised to discover that it actually tasted pretty good, like tangy bubblegum.

"How is it?"

An odd shiver ran through her body as she looked back up at the sound of his voice, and she suddenly found herself admiring his face more closely than she had in the past, taking in his dark eyes, cute nose, and strong, attractive features. She'd never really thought about Dan this way before, but she had to admit that he was cute, and that she was feeling more and more drawn to him as she continued sipping on the potent, bubbly liquid, and the shivers, now tinged with arousal, continued to travel up and down her spine.

"It's actually kinda good," she answered, but as she glanced back down at the can in her hand, still cool and wet with condensation against her fingers, she felt a new curiosity building up inside her, and couldn't stop from asking, "So, speaking of perfect girlfriends, what kind of girls do you like?"

"Oh, uh, I guess I like cute, girl-next-door kinda girls," Dan started, embarrassed at the forwardness of the question, especially since he'd always felt a slight attraction to Leslie (along with most other girls, to be fair), and didn't want to accidentally offend her with his answer. "... who are smart and confident and uh, value self-improvement," he concluded, looking down at his tray and wondering if he'd said the right thing.

Leslie, however, had focused her attention on his words, free of judgment, open and intensely curious as the information seeped deep into her brain and her body began to discreetly modify itself accordingly. She snapped out of a brief, trance-like state a second later, feeling a bit uncomfortable and out-of-sorts both physically and mentally, but unaware of her changes as her facial features tightened up into a cute, button nose and a welcoming smile.

She noticed Dan's discomfort and changed the subject. As they chatted, however, Leslie thought her wit felt a bit quicker than usual, and she experienced a warm, giddy sensation at making Dan laugh, feeling an unexpected familiar closeness to her recent acquaintance as her body toned a bit under her clothes to give her pleasant softness some shape and curve.

"Did you do something different with your makeup today?" Dan asked suddenly, aware that something seemed different about his friend's features. She looked especially cute today, and felt so familiar and easy to talk to, almost like they'd been close for years, instead of only having met a few weeks prior. "It looks good."

Leslie felt herself blush with pleasure at the compliment, especially coming from Dan, and she practically glowed with happiness as they went their separate ways a few minutes later.


During her next class, despite how frequently her thoughts of Dan filled her body with warm, exciting tingles, Leslie somehow felt much more attentive than she usually did, and with much higher information retention. She was a Psych major, but she'd always felt that the subject matter was just a bit over her head. Apparently that was no longer the case, and Leslie found herself devouring the finer points of the lecture with an ease she'd never felt before.

Not only that, she felt driven by an unfamiliar need to get better at Psych, to see herself making visible improvement in her mastery of the material. In fact, it seemed like she now felt that way about pretty much every aspect of her life. She needed to make herself better, and moreover, she had full confidence that she could do so. And besides, Dan had said that his Perfect Girlfriend valued self-improvement, and she suddenly found herself caring an inordinate amount about what her erstwhile casual acquaintance saw as attractive.


That night, as she looked at her body in front of the mirror, she noticed that the slight physical discomfort she had felt earlier seemed somehow reflected in the face and physique of her reflection. She had noticed that her clothes were fitting her a bit more loosely than usual that afternoon, and now she looked, for lack of a better word, cuter, a bit more petite overall, with boobs that were smaller but somehow perkier, and it seemed like her facial features had softened and even her hair somehow looked more vibrant, giving her an overall vibe of open sweetness that matched how she had felt all day. Especially about Dan.


Over the next few days, as her crush got the better of her, Leslie found herself seeking Dan out more and more often. It was clear they both felt comfortable around each other, as if they'd known each other for years, and their friendship quickly deepened. Dan thought he sensed a bit of chemistry between them, and caught Leslie staring at him a few times when she thought he wasn't looking, but it was good to have a friend that he felt so close to, and he decided not to make a move.

Every once in a while Leslie would get that irresistible urge to ask Dan about his preferences in women, but each time he answered with the same noncommittal "smart and confident" line that she'd gotten the first time. Even so, Leslie listened just as closely whenever he repeated it, and, unrelatedly, she also noticed that her Psych grades were continuing to improve, and that she was feeling much less anxious around other people than she usually did.


One day, as they walked down the hall together, Leslie noticed that Dan's head had turned, and that his gaze was intently following the ass of one of the cheerleaders as she bounced her way the other direction.

"Hey Dan!"

"Uh huh," he mumbled in response, clearly still distracted by the sight of young, firm ass.

"Whacha lookin' at?" she asked innocently, leaning against his arm. This immediately got his attention, and he snapped his head back around in panic.

"Nothing!"

"You were looking at Emily, weren't you?"

"Uh... no, of course not!"

"It's ok, I just want to know what you find attractive about her. No tricks, I promise - I'm just curious," Leslie wheedled, overpowered by that same odd compulsion to seek out information about what Dan was attracted to.

"You seem to be asking about this kinda thing a lot recently. Well, I like that she's strong and athletic, and I like that she's probably the smartest person in school, professors included..."

Leslie pace slowed and her face slacked, trancelike, as her mind absorbed this new information and her body discreetly put his words into practice. Once again Leslie only felt a sensation of slight physical discomfort, completely unaware as her thighs and calves strengthened and her arms and core toned, but she did notice that her body was suddenly filled with energy, like she could drop everything and run a mile right then and there.

Dan seemed to get more comfortable with his explanation as he went on, especially now that they'd become so close, and Leslie immediately picked up on this with her improved mental acuity, which somehow seemed to have gotten even better in the past few seconds. She felt an urge to take advantage of his honesty, hoping to finally get a straight answer as her powerful muscles put a new spring in her step and she bounced down the hall beside him.

She uncontrollably blurted out, "You weren't staring at her because she's the smartest girl in school, silly! What were you looking at, specifically?"

"Fine, you caught me. I'm a guy. I like the way her tits fill out that top, I like the way her waist flares out to those hips and the way that tight toned butt fills out those stretchy pants. I like the way that she takes pride in her appearance and wants to be as sexy as possible. If she had jet-black hair instead of blond, she'd be pretty close to my ideal woman."

Whereas in the past Leslie would have scoffed at an answer like that, now she completely understood where he was coming from as she felt her own desire to become as sexy as possible growing within her. Why on earth had she worn such dumpy clothes today? Her baggy t-shirt and loose jeans were hiding her body, especially with how petite she had looked the past few days, when they should be showing it off!

She thought about her own tits in comparison to Emily's, concealed by her top, perky and small, perfectly fitting the cute, girl-next-door vibe she had been giving off recently, complete with darker brown hair that now felt woefully inadequate. She knew that lots of guys found that look sexy, and was certain that Dan was attracted to her body, but now she realized that what Dan actually liked was toned, athletic, cheerleader types with big tits and firm asses. He liked a girl who seemed cute and innocent, but whose wholesome demeanor did a poor job of hiding her curvy, invitingly fuckable body, which was further emphasized by the revealing clothing that clung to her shapely form and welcomed the male gaze. Rather than be offended at how stereotypical his preferences were, however, Leslie instead integrated that tidbit of important information deep into her psyche like all of the other info she had pieced together, and as before, her body began to subtly conform to her new, sexier mental outlook.

She didn't pay it any attention at the time, as enraptured by Dan's presence as she was, but as Leslie continued to strut down the hall her breasts and hips began to feel odd, almost swollen, and as her conversation with Dan turned from sexy girls to more mundane topics, her loose t-shirt and jeans began to feel tighter, and in certain places, much tighter. Meanwhile, struck by an uncharacteristically sexy impulse, Leslie began to arch her back and stick out her chest a bit as it grew, but the combination of her new posture, stronger back muscles, and the weight of her bookbag all worked together to mask her changes as she continued to unwittingly ripen into Dan's Perfect Girlfriend.

When they split up to go to their separate classes a few seconds later, Leslie caught Dan's eyes looking at her hair in confusion, before briefly flicking down to her body as he waved goodbye, and she felt a surge of arousal and pride at the success of her new, sexier posture. She put some sway into her stride as she walked away, hoping that his eyes were on her butt even as she cursed herself for her loose jeans, and committed to putting in the work to fulfill her goal of becoming as sexy as possible.


That night, free of Dan's inexplicably intoxicating physical presence, Leslie finally had the wherewithal to reflect on the odd physical sensations she'd felt throughout the day, which upon reflection closely reminded her of the discomfort she had experienced before discovering that she had somehow become more petite a few days ago. And, though she had been full of energy all day and her body felt lighter than ever, this time her unfamiliar physical sensation was a satisfying, heavy fullness, which, when combined with the tightness of her clothing on her bust and hips led to one obvious conclusion.

Moving over to the mirror and shucking off her horrible clothes confirmed her suspicions, but with one additional surprise: her increased energy and strength was predictably accompanied by a much more athletic figure than she had ever had before, with larger musculature and visible muscle tone, and this time her boobs had grown instead of shrunk, very noticeably so, and now uncomfortably filled out her B-cup bra to overflowing, but, for some reason, her hair was also much darker, practically black, and perfectly framed her face with its glossy tresses.

Too excited about her new body to be overly disturbed by her new hair, Leslie unfastened her bra, sighing in relief as her bra strap finally stopped digging into her back, and reveled in her new tits' sexy shapeliness as they jutted proudly off her chest, hanging high and heavy with large areolas and perky, upturned nipples. She had no idea how it had happened, but she was ecstatic to have already made so much progress toward her self-improvement goal of becoming as sexy as possible, to be measured by Dan's standards of course.

If anything, they're even larger and rounder than Emily's boobs... wait. Leslie suddenly felt an incredible clarity wash over her as the most intelligent brain at her school started making connections far more easily than she was used to, even after her first intelligence increase a few days prior. Each time, she had started feeling different immediately after Dan had mentioned what he found attractive in women. Her physical discomfort afterward and the physical changes she had noticed later had seemed unrelated at the time, but in hindsight, it was clear that her changes lined up perfectly with his words.

Suddenly it all made sense. The Perfect Girlfriend Juice, her frequent, odd compulsions to ask Dan what his Perfect Girlfriend was like, and her sudden, almost debilitating crush on him, which had her pussy moistening even now in pleasure and anticipation at the thought of being in his presence again.

This led her to a much more damning realization as she continued to flex her athletic body in the mirror with pride, happily groping her sexy new tits as she appreciated their size and fullness. If Dan's words could alter her body, what was keeping them from altering her mind as well? She thought back to his comments over the past few days, and noted that her sudden success in her Psych class had started immediately after Dan telling her that his Perfect Girlfriend was smart at lunch that day. Similarly, her recent desire for self-improvement must be the result of Dan and the Juice, along with her incredibly uncharacteristic need to become as sexy as possible.

Still, knowing that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had put these ideas in her head didn't make them any less appealing, and she also knew that she was just as likely to ask Dan about his Perfect Girlfriend the next time she saw him. Furthermore, she would be just as helpless to resist any further comments or suggestions that he made; whatever he told her would become her new reality, and she would love it, whether she liked it or not. Even now, her Juice-induced crush was making her want to hear what he had to say, so that she would be forced to change even further into her crush's Perfect Girlfriend.

Still, though, this could have gone much worse. Intelligence and a desire for self-improvement are hardly bad traits, Leslie thought to herself, grateful for Dan's restraint as her brilliant yet altered mind continued to explore the possibilities of her current predicament. Inherent in the concept of self-improvement was the idea that she should approve of the changes being made to herself as well, and there didn't seem to be a rule against trying to influence how Dan expressed his thoughts about the kinds of girls he was attracted to. If he just so happened to word his desired characteristics the way she wanted him to, she would still be making progress toward her involuntary goal of becoming Dan's Perfect Girlfriend. Just, her way, and on her terms.

And in the meantime, being sexy isn't so bad either, Leslie thought as she gave her tight, toned body one more look in the mirror before deciding to sleep naked that night. As she slid under the covers, she shivered at the thought of how sexy she would become, and at how badly she would make Dan want her body.


Over the next few days Leslie continued to spend as much time with Dan as possible, due to the addictive nature of the blissful happiness she felt whenever she was with him, even though it meant that her irresistible urges to prompt him to change who she was as a person came more frequently. Now, however, when her compulsion overcame her and she was once again forced to ask what Dan found attractive in women, she began to ask him leading questions instead of the open-ended ones that had unintentionally led to her current desire to show off her curvy body. Not that she was complaining about the way her tight tank top and tiny athletic shorts displayed her full breasts and tight ass - she loved being sexy, and couldn't wait to become even sexier with Dan's help.

"Do you like girls with thin waists? How about girls with perfect makeup?"

When Dan signaled his agreement this time, Leslie recognized the slight physical discomfort in her midsection as the signal that her waist was tightening, and when she looked down at her midsection, she was happy to see that her stretchy tank-top was still tightly clinging to her torso as it narrowed into an even more pronounced hourglass. Simultaneously, however, she was also nearly overcome with an intense desire to rush to the girls' room and do what she could to rectify the train wreck that was her current makeup. Still, she reassured herself with the knowledge that her new physical and mental changes, though just as irresistible and just as central to her personality as the previous ones, were changes that she'd chosen for herself, and were improvements toward her goal of becoming as sexy as possible.


Leslie also began to color her questions with approval or disapproval to help elicit the answer she wanted, though it was difficult for her to express any other emotion than eager curiosity at discovering Dan's preferences.

"You don't like submissive girls, do you?" she asked with the slightest hint of accusation, hoping that he'd be more likely to give a favorable answer, and sure enough, when she heard his "of course not", she felt her proclivity toward asserting herself strengthening and congratulated herself for her cleverness. She was the smartest girl in school, after all.

Sometimes she even gave Dan a somewhat open-ended choice when she didn't really have a preference, and honestly wanted to know what he thought.

"Do you prefer blue eyes or green eyes?"

"Hmm, green eyes probably," Dan asked, before glancing up at her face to see Leslie's beautiful emerald irises staring back at him. "Wait, are you wearing colored contacts? I could have sworn you had blue eyes."

"Oh, yeah, I just started wearing them a couple of days ago - do you like them?"

"Absolutely! That's so funny, I was just telling you about how prefer green."

"Weird. I guess I'm just good at predicting what you like!" she responded innocently, fluttering her new eyes at him in satisfaction.

"Yeah, weird," he thought, dropping his eyes to steal another glance at the ripe breasts filling out his friend's tight tank top to perfection.


Leslie also knew how careful she had to be, because whenever he gave her an answer she didn't expect, she was helpless to resist that characteristic becoming a permanent part of her body or personality. One such failure was "You don't like impulsive girls, do you?" to which Dan unexpectedly responded, "I dunno, it can be kinda hot to see a girl acting on her feelings once in a while, unable to help herself," and, sure enough, Leslie's powerful sexual attraction toward Dan suddenly felt much less under her control. She was now constantly on the verge of throwing herself at him, and she knew that she was now much more likely to act on her impulses in general, without consideration for the consequences. Which, given her current condition, was incredibly dangerous. Even so, she found herself embracing her new impulsiveness with an unexpected fondness - since this was what Dan's Perfect Girlfriend was like, this was how Leslie loved being!

As she began to slightly lose control of herself in his presence and her affections toward him became more shameless, Leslie noticed that Dan was agreeing with her more often when she was teasing him with her body. This led her to realize just how much more impressionable he was when he was feeling horny, which made it that much harder to resist indulging in her overpowering need to act on her sexual impulses in his presence.

In an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, Leslie began to overtly flirt with Dan when asking him questions, fluttering the long, perfect lashes he had unknowingly given her earlier that day, or stretching to draw his attention to her perfect tits, or gently touching his knee or arm as she looked deeply into his eyes, becoming sexier and sexier as Dan mindlessly gave her whatever answer she wanted. This light flirting gave Leslie a not-insignificant amount of tingly pleasure as well, because her crush on him was stronger than ever, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before her physical attraction to Dan would force her to make a move.

And so she continued to progress toward her goal, taking all of the best features of the women around her for herself with each innocuous question and each mumbled, unwitting response from the oblivious Dan. Even so, Leslie knew that she could become even sexier, even more irresistible, and her yearning for self-improvement and her pride in how she looked drove her to continue.

As oblivious as Dan was, he did eventually notice that his increasingly clingy friend was also becoming increasingly sexually attractive, and he made efforts to hide his own constant arousal when he was in her presence. Rather that assuming that her startling transformation was due to a random soft drink sample that Leslie had consumed more than a week ago, however, Dan chalked her changes up to dying her hair, putting more effort into her appearance, and wearing clothes that emphasized her body, which, now that she was showing it off, seemed custom designed to make his dick hard. His ridiculously hot friend was sending him some pretty obvious signals too, and he really liked the way her figure and flirtations made him feel when he was around her. So, Dan decided that if Leslie ever made a move, he'd go as far with that curvy, fuckable body as she'd let him.


That night after dinner, the dream seemed destined to become a reality for Dan as the increasingly irresistible Leslie decided to accompany him back to his single dorm room. Once inside, Leslie finally allowed herself to wrap her arms around him, enjoying how good her large tits felt squished up against her crush's hard chest, her cleavage pressing up and out of her tight blouse into his face.

Having made it this far, however, a simple embrace soon proved inadequate for the raven-haired seductress as Leslie was again overwhelmed by her urges and lost control entirely. She gave up all pretext and jumped him, pushing him down onto the couch and riding him, pinching his nipples, nipping at his neck, and demanding that he re-examine her fantastic features, attempting to maximize his desire for them and therefore their beauty.

Dan, overwhelmed by the sexy goddess in his lap having her way with him, could only lay back and enjoy the attention as her hands roamed over his body and her soft lips explored his face and neck, agreeing with whatever she asked.

"I know you like my big titties Dan. You want them to be even bigger and sexier though, don't you, you horny boy!?" Leslie demanded as she pulled her top down and offered her full C-cups to his eager mouth.

Eyes wide, Dan mumbled "God, yes," and got to work groping and sucking, though he was soon met with the confusing impression that her fantastic tits were getting even bigger and heavier against his hands and face while Leslie moaned in helpless pleasure as his words caused her breasts to expand even further.

Feeling his bulge throbbing against the warm, moist crotch of her shorts as she straddled him, Leslie gave in to her urge to please him and dropped between his knees, asking him another impulsive question as she unzipped him and started stroking his erection.

"You want your Perfect Girlfriend to know exactly what to do to get you all hard and horny, don't you?" she wheedled.

"Oh yeah!" was all she needed to hear, and then she felt her hand position on his cock instinctually shift as she suddenly knew exactly where and how to squeeze and stroke to maximize his pleasure.

Caught up in the moment, needing to become even sexier, Leslie continued without thinking, "You want your Perfect Girlfriend to be so sexy, so irresistible, that you can't even look at her without cumming, don't you?" she cajoled, before going to work with her lips and tongue, using her newfound mastery over Dan's sensitive cock to quickly bring him to peak arousal and therefore peak malleability.

Dan knew something weird was going on - Leslie seemed so different, and what she was saying didn't seem completely right, but she was so sexy, so soft and curvy and desirable, and her mouth on his cock felt so good that he would say literally anything to keep it there.

"Uhhh, sure," he agreed carelessly, and as his head rolled back in pleasure, Leslie felt herself changing once again as her face and body became even more perfect, this time somehow supernaturally tuned to make Dan cum just from looking at her.

Dan eventually tilted his head back down and his eyes met the bright green eyes of the irresistible sex goddess between his legs sucking his cock, but he was surprised when his dick suddenly began to tense up in her mouth with an all-too-familiar sensation. He'd never had a problem with premature ejaculation before, but suddenly Leslie's appearance was more than he could handle, and the pressure he felt building in his balls abruptly began to pulse with an irresistible orgasmic finality.

Leslie saw his startled eyes meet hers, and felt his muscles tense and his cock stiffen as her body had its inevitable, supernatural effect on his, and she moaned in satisfaction at having met her goal so soon!

This is it! Leslie thought blissfully, leaning her own head back as Dan's cock began to jerk, releasing the unrestrainable sexual tension the mere sight of her had filled him with in burst after powerful burst all over her perfect face and hair. What could be sexier than a guy cumming just from looking at you!? She continued to fondly stroke her lover's dick with uncanny skill, encouraging him to finish fully as he pulsed in her hand, now coating her tits with his cum as his orgasm trailed off, his eyes involuntarily closed in ecstasy.

A second later he looked down at her with an expression of relaxed satisfaction, but as soon as he saw her beautiful features and large, round breasts covered in his cum, Dan felt a switch deep within him involuntarily flipping once again, and then his cock was stiffening and throbbing in Leslie's surprised hands once more as she realized what her careless words had done to him, but there was nothing she could do to prevent her cum-coated curves from triggering his orgasm once more. She saw the panic in his eyes as his unintentional arousal quickly built to a climax, and then his dick was helplessly spurting in her hand again, though this time his load was significantly lighter. Once his enraptured dick finally released him from its powerful reflexive contractions a second time, Dan sat back, eyes closed once again, but this time in spent exhaustion.

In the moment Leslie had thought the idea of Dan cumming every time he looked at her was super hot, but she now decided that maybe it wasn't the sexiest thing in the world for her boyfriend to mechanically jizz himself every few seconds whenever they hung out.

"Maybe your Perfect Girlfriend's body makes you want to come, instead of compelling you to," Leslie suggested sheepishly.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Dan responded, finally having put two and two together in his post-nut clarity, but losing the battle with himself to not open his eyes again as the thought of his girlfriend's irresistibly sexy body compelled him to look at her once more. As he did so, however, he was glad to discover that he no longer felt an orgasm building uncontrollably, instead just eagerly looking forward to the next time her body would drive his to climax, and he was free to enjoy the sight and sensation of his Perfect Girlfriend as she hopped back up into his lap.

"Hey Dan?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Maybe your Perfect Girlfriend also has an irresistibly enticing pussy, if you wouldn't mind returning the favor?"

"You know, I think she does, for now at least" he said, and then immediately lost himself between her toned, powerful legs as she writhed beneath him in pleasure.

Afterward, confident that she had become as sexy as she could for one day, her angelic face and busty tits still covered in his cum, Leslie lovingly kissed her new boyfriend and fell asleep in his arms.


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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut)

Postby Paras » Fri Mar 26, 2021 4:33 am

I really enjoyed this story! It's kind of refreshing to see a story with a happy ending.

On the other hand, the deviant part of me wants to see where things go very awry.

Cool story either way!
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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut)

Postby funfun74 » Mon Mar 29, 2021 11:21 am

I enjoyed the story as well and the happy ending too. Hope to see more stories in this world.
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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut)

Postby fidget1 » Mon Mar 29, 2021 4:05 pm

Glad you're enjoying it! Chapter 2 is up on Patreon, and will be posted here in about a month and a half.
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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut)

Postby audipwr87 » Tue Mar 30, 2021 5:19 am

Quite s fun read! I look forward to the second chapter of this story and am definitely wondering if things will go wrong. Well done!
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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut) Ch2 up

Postby fidget1 » Thu May 13, 2021 9:45 am

Author's Note: This is a fun commission from one of my fantastic Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2021. All rights reserved. Enjoy!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice, Ch. 02: The Mayor's Wife
by Fidget


Eleanor loved being the Mayor's wife. Knowing that she was making a positive difference in her community for her husband's constituents was part of it, sure, but mostly she loved the sense of grandeur and decorum that came with being the wife of the political head of fifty thousand people. People listened when she talked, respected her ideas, and treated her with a deference that quickly became addicting, all because of her husband's position. It was like being one of those entitled military wives who insisted on going by their husband's rank, but the difference here was that Eleanor was actually making a positive difference in her community.

But, while she loved the respect and attention, she felt like she wasn't quite suited to it, somehow. As much as she enjoyed her role, she was still a bit of an introvert, and always felt some slight discomfort when going out in public with her husband. She knew that she had good ideas, and that people valued her insight, but it was difficult for her to bring herself to speak when so many others were listening. And she knew that the mayor deserved better.

Etymologically, Benedict had been an almost prophetic name for her husband. Blessed with a silver tongue, morally unimpeachable, and with a model home life, he was the perfect politician and an ideal husband. After 25 years of marriage, Eleanor still knew just how lucky she had gotten, and was still madly in love with him. She knew that he felt the same way about her, and was clearly attracted to her even after their decades of successful marriage. She had birthed two children who were now off at college, but was still only in her mid 40s, with a face mostly clear of wrinkles and a curvy body that her pregnancies had only emphasized. Benedict's physique had improved with age and an active exercise regimen as well, and Eleanor still swooned when he held her in his powerful arms. Such a man deserved a perfect wife who could actively help him achieve his lofty goals, and Eleanor was determined to do whatever it took to become that for Benedict.

She imagined herself a stately, elegant, raven-haired beauty, like Jackie O, with the power and the political savvy to rule alongside her husband publicly, all while taking their sex life to new heights privately as her success and acumen fueled his desire for her. She foresaw them becoming a political dynasty whose influence knew no bounds as they worked their way up to the governorship, Congress, and even the presidency. Why not? And all it would take to turn her fantasy into reality was a few sips of a banned energy drink she'd managed to get her hands on online, and which had arrived in the mail that day, "Perfect Girlfriend Juice".

Later that night, she'd drink the juice, ask her husband what he thought the perfect mayor's wife was like, and let the juice make her dreams a reality. She'd be just like the powerful, sexy, capable female antagonists she'd grown up watching and secretly idolizing in cartoons. Only her plan would succeed, and she wouldn't be evil, obviously.


When she got home after clandestinely picking up her purchase from their P.O. box, the mayor was already in bed. Wasting no time, she popped the tab on the can and took a tentative sip. Once the potent liquid was inside of her, however, she couldn't help but quickly drink the rest. She recognized the effects immediately, knowing what to look for from her research. As expected, Eleanor was suddenly filled with an incredible urge to seek out the nearest male, and she knew what would inevitably happen once she did. It was a good thing her husband was already sleeping in the next room, otherwise she likely wouldn't have been able to stop herself from running out into the street and begging a random stranger to tell her what his Perfect Girlfriend was like.

Her body on autopilot, Eleanor was drawn through the open bedroom door where the enticing form of her sleeping husband was waiting for her. She began to feel a bit weird, almost off-balance, as she drew closer, and her gaze fixated on her husband's peaceful face. This must be the imprinting stage the website was talking about, she thought distractedly, but the feeling was so much stronger than she had expected. She loved the mayor dearly, but, for the first time in decades, she began to get actual butterflies in her stomach just from looking at him. She felt like a silly teenager again, who had laid eyes on a cute guy for the first time, and she recognized the feelings for what they were. Thanks to the Juice, she now had a huge, irresistible crush on her husband, and it was deepening by the second.

This is even better than I thought! Eleanor thought to herself as she continued to stare at his chiseled features and her body practically shook with newfound desire for him. God he's sexy! Eleanor would do anything for this man, and as she felt a powerful curiosity beginning to bubble up inside of her, she knew the Perfect Girlfriend Juice was about to ensure that she did just that.

Needing to be closer to him, Eleanor quietly disrobed and slid into bed beside the mayor, giddy at being so close to the object of her new, overwhelming desires, and the heavy breathing that came with the incredible arousal coursing through her body soon woke him. Benedict suddenly found himself looking up into the flushed face of his wife as she stared down at him with surprising intensity, not knowing that she was deep in the irresistible throes of Perfect Girlfriend Juice and feeling a growing a compulsion to ask him a very important question.

"Honey, are you ok?" he slurred as he slowly returned to consciousness.

"Oh, yes! I was just thinking..." She felt her urge continuing to grow stronger, and was soon compelled to ask the fateful question: "Honey, what kind of women do you like?"

"What? Where's this coming from all of a sudden? I think you're perfect the way you are, dear," the mayor responded sleepily, ever the politician.

"I know you love me just like I am, and I promise this isn't a trap or anything." He's so considerate! I love him so much I just can't stand it! "I'm just curious about what kind of girls turn you on the most, and what your idea of a Perfect Girlfriend is-"

Eleanor immediately realized her mistake. She'd allowed herself to get swept up in the moment, and had inadvertently asked about his Perfect Girlfriend, not about his perfect mayor's wife or perfect goal-related political companion like she'd meant to. But, she hadn't been able to stop herself - Eleanor had severely underestimated how euphoric it would feel to be in a man's presence in her current state, how much she would want to please him. She knew how strong her husband's sex drive was, and she was suddenly so fixated on his pleasure and sexual preferences that she couldn't help but ask the way she had. And, now that he was preparing to answer, she couldn't bring herself to correct him. She was just so filled with intense, artificial curiosity that she could only eagerly await being helplessly transformed by his response, regardless of the consequences.


Sure enough, Benedict had always had a secret fantasy that he'd never told his wife about. He'd always assured himself that he'd tell her eventually, but it had never felt like the right time. Now, however, she'd asked him directly, and he felt that she deserved honesty. "Well, I do have this stupid fantasy about being seduced by a petite young woman - of legal age, of course - and having her become my girlfriend." He cringed in embarrassment at finally coming clean, expecting Eleanor to blow up at him, and thinking he probably deserved it.


This was far from what Eleanor had been was expecting to hear, even with the way she had phrased her question, and she would have been incredibly indignant at his answer if she were still capable of it. She was supposed to become a vision of stately elegance, not some childish slut! She should have been horrified at this revelation, especially given the gravity of her current vulnerable condition, but instead she found these ideas becoming more and more appealing as her drug-induced curiosity left her feeling surprisingly open-minded.

"What else is this girl like?" Eleanor found herself asking as her body began to tingle. "Do you have a picture of her?" She knew he probably did. Benedict snuck off for some private time every few days, and she hadn't begrudged him, both because he kept her well satisfied and because she knew what men's needs could be like sometimes, but she had no idea her husband had developed such... specific... tastes.

A bit apprehensive, Benedict grabbed his phone off the bedside table, navigated to his password-protected porn folder, and decided on as tame an image as he could: a pale, somewhat petite woman with pale purple hair in her late 20s, dressed in tight pink PVC covered in countless cutesy little black skulls, making a heavily stylized face of intense sexual ecstasy at the camera.

Once she showed it to her, however, he was surprised to see her eyes widen with intense curiosity as she devoured every detail. Wow, maybe I can be more honest with her about this kind of thing than I thought, Benedict reflected. He'd see how she reacted this time, and then consider being a bit more open if they ever had a talk like this again.

"Why does she wear that plastic stuff?" Eleanor couldn't resist asking as the tingle in her body became more intense. It felt like her weight and center of balance were starting to subtly shift, and she knew that the Juice was performing as advertised, forcing her body to conform to her man's preferences. Rather than being concerned about her changes as she thought she would, however, she instead found herself welcoming them, knowing that with each passing second she was growing closer to being the mayor's Perfect Girlfriend, now that becoming his perfect wife was apparently off the table. Either way, it was far too late to turn back, and the Juice's effects on her body and mind were automatic, irresistible, and absolute.

"It's called PVC. I dunno, but I like to imagine that it's because her skin is so sensitive that if she weren't wearing it, she'd be orgasming in public all the time." Oh no, Eleanor started to think before her concern was washed away and replaced by giddy eagerness, and then her body was lighting up with arousal as the sensation of the air caressing her supernaturally sensitive skin began to intensify. It was all she could do to keep herself from jumping her husband right then and there, but her unrelenting, irresistible curiosity about his ideal girlfriend delayed her advances for a few more minutes.

"So, tell me more about this fantasy girl of yours," Eleanor purred as she pressed her increasingly nubile body against his and began exploring under the covers with her hand.

Encouraged by her attentions, and getting a bit turned on in spite of himself as her light touches trailed closer and closer to his crotch, Benedict decided to risk a bit more honesty.

"Well, um, she loves being the center of attention, and is in her element when in front of people, but she's also pretty selfish and immature. She gets incredibly turned on by the attention and likes to arouse the men watching her. The thought of sex where others can see her excites her, mostly because of the knowledge that she's using her audience for her own pleasure."

Eleanor devoured his every word, her head spinning as her psyche embraced each fascinating new possibility. She knew the Perfect Girlfriend Juice was making her feel this way, but she couldn't get over how in love she was at this moment, feeling her husband's manhood starting to stiffen and rise as he continued to speak. The mayor was clearly turning himself on telling her all of this, and as she stroked his cock and felt herself beginning to crave male attention, especially in public, she marveled at how wonderful it all felt. She had wanted to become more outgoing and extroverted, and it looked like she was going to become just that, with a few additional tweaks, of course. She briefly worried about how self-centered the little cock-tease her husband had described seemed to be, and wondered if his words had turned her into an exhibitionist as well, but ultimately decided that it really didn't matter. Eleanor knew that she deserved to be this hot, and that she deserved all of the attention her sexy young body was going to get. She liked who she was becoming, and it was pretty clear that the mayor did too.

Finally, unable to resist her need for his body any longer, Eleanor swung a lithe, muscular leg over his torso as the combination of his sexual interest in her body and the sensation of the air caressing her naked skin lit her pussy on fire.


Benedict thought his wife seemed much more enthusiastic than usual as she climbed on top, but decided not to worry about it as she slid his cock deep into her warm, slick pussy. Even so, there was definitely something different about Eleanor as she began to ride him, but he couldn't quite tell what in the low light. She seemed significantly lighter for one thing, much more lithe and animated, almost... sprightly even, and it was like she suddenly couldn't get enough of his cock. Eager to indulge her, he continued to thrust himself into her body with a growing intensity as she repeatedly enveloped him, moaning in a voice that was slightly higher pitched than he recognized.

Benedict figured that this must be a bit of role-play on her part in response to what he'd just told her, but nonetheless his wife's seductions and tight, slick pussy were quickly driving him closer and closer to orgasm. Knowing her husband's body like the back of her hand after so many years, Eleanor noticed how much faster her husband was approaching his climax than usual. This recognition that she was already well on her way to becoming his Perfect Girlfriend was more than her new, hypersensitive body could take, and she slammed herself down onto him one final time as her slender new frame began shaking with the first of countless orgasms to come. Feeling the walls of his wife's unusually tight pussy pulsing encouragingly around his cock triggered the mayor's own orgasm, and he moaned in pleasure as he throbbed with release and spurted himself deep into his wife's depths.

He held her tightly when she collapsed onto his chest, her body again feeling somehow unfamiliar in his arms as his cock continued to twitch inside of her with the aftershocks of his orgasm. They'd always had good sex, but this was the best fuck he'd had in years.


When Eleanor looked in the mirror the next morning while Benedict prepared his famous eggs for the two of them downstairs, she was both shocked and completely unsurprised by what she saw. Her face was still very much her own, though with some more color in her lips and a new, seductive pout as her neutral expression, and the wrinkles on her face were noticeably shallower, but her body looked like a perfect blend of her own and the picture of the petite seductress from the night before. She couldn't be older than her late twenties, and she felt more energetic than she had in years.

Eleanor's voluptuous breasts, formerly large and heavy from nursing her two sons and the pride and joy of her curvy body, had clearly shrunk by at least two cup sizes to a small, perky B. Worse, though, she couldn't help but feel glad about that fact, like they had always been large, gross, and unwieldy, and only now were beginning to edge closer to perfection somehow. She also noticed that she was significantly shorter. Eleanor had once thought her height was one of her best features, giving her a presence she thought was almost commanding, but after learning the night before that her husband liked them short, she had lost at least three inches of height, if not more.

Even her skin was different. Eleanor had always tanned easily, and her skin held a significant amount of color on its own, but now, thanks the snow-white nymph from the night before she had become noticeably paler. Still, she couldn't help but appreciate her small, creamy white boobs in the mirror, knowing that it wasn't at all what she had wanted, but unable to stop cupping and fondling them in happiness nonetheless.

Her sandy brown hair, just starting to show a few streaks of gray, saw the most stunning change, however. Instead of darkening to black, it had lightened to a pale pink, and now fell in luxurious curls around her smooth face. Her new body was nothing like she'd thought it would be, but it all felt comfortable and natural somehow as she danced around a bit with her newfound youthful energy while her perky little tits bounced and wiggled in the mirror.

The air on her naked skin was already turning her on, thanks to her husband's careless words the night before, but, knowing that he preferred her this way, she fully welcomed the tingles of need starting up in her horny little pussy. Intellectually, Eleanor recognized that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had made her feel this way, but even so, it seemed like she had always looked and felt like this, and she couldn't help but love it. It all seemed so... perfect somehow.


She had chosen to wear a sweater to hide the noticeable differences in her body as long as possible, and also selected her highest pair of heels so Benedict wouldn't notice the height difference, but even so she couldn't hide the fact that her hair was completely different from the mayor as she came downstairs. And why should I hide it? The thought burst into her mind unbidden, along with a brief flash of indignant anger. I want to look this way! Eleanor realized that the impetuousness bubbling within her was the result of the Juice, but that didn't make her feel any less entitled to look however she wanted. She was already wearing the stupid sweater, what more did the mayor want??

"Babe, did you dye your hair yesterday?" Benedict asked in shock as soon as he saw her on the stairs. "I mean, it looks good, but don't you think pink is a bit... aggressive... for a mayor's wife in her 40s?"

Eleanor felt a momentary surge of crushing disappointment at his words, much more intense than she usually experienced. She was reminded that her efforts the previous night had clearly had the opposite effect than she intended, but then her artificial desire to be his perfect girlfriend reasserted itself, and she found herself appreciating her sexy new figure and eye-catching mane once more. Especially if it gets me some attention once I get out in public, Eleanor thought as a naughty, erotic thrill went through her body.

"Well do you like it?" she asked playfully, bouncing her curls for him, and then felt her ears perking up, always eager to hear more about his preferences. Eleanor had felt relatively normal that morning, but apparently she was still fully under the influence of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, ready to transform herself at a moment's notice based on even the smallest offhand comment from the mayor.

"I do, actually. A surprising amount," he answered entirely truthfully. He had also confirmed that her voice was definitely higher pitched than normal, though there was something enticing about it, especially when combined with the unusually seductive pout of her bright pink lips this morning. And there was something about the way she carried herself, almost like her head was attached to a completely different frame. And a significantly sexier frame than he remembered, at that.

"There's something else different about you today, dear. Have you been working out? You look great." Eleanor flushed with pleasure at the comment, his words confirming how much closer to perfect she was even with her sweater hiding the full extent of her changes from him.

"Only at night," she said, giving him a suggestive wink and snaking a slender arm around his torso.

Eleanor could see the uncharacteristic hunger behind his eyes, and was fully reassured about the changes the Juice had made to her body once more. She flashed him her new, pouty smile and watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened with interest. The feeling of his gaze on her body, combined with the ever-present titillation of the air on her skin was already driving her crazy with desire, and it was only 7:30am. The Juice-induced euphoria of being so close to the love of her life began to overwhelm her again, and she found herself slowly rubbing her body against her mate, skin and pussy tingling with erotic energy.

"Just how important is that 9am meeting, anyway?" she asked with faux innocence as she pressed herself against him suggestively, feeling his bulge stiffening against her torso as her seductive display continued to press his buttons.

"Honey, I'm truly tempted," he half-moaned, and Eleanor again knew that he was telling the truth. "But unfortunately we both know how important this budget meeting is, and we have to be sure to present a good face for the public."

He was right, of course, but that did nothing to relieve Eleanor's horniness, which only continued to grow as her new, super-sensitive skin that she loved so much because her husband thought it was hot continued to drive her arousal higher.


The seriousness of her situation and its potential impact on her husband's career finally hit her once she was out in public and she and her husband had gone their separate ways - he to his budget meeting and she to a trustees meeting of the school board - and she felt her new impulses to act out in public and draw attention to herself beginning to really assert themselves. As much as she loved what she had inadvertently become, she knew that if she wasn't careful she could make things difficult for Benedict, and that's the opposite of what she wanted. Even though her goals for herself were slowly shifting as her new body and its needs continued to assert their control over her affected mind, she still wanted to support her husband or whatever, as long as it wasn't too much trouble. Still though, as the sensation of the air and her scratchy clothing against her skin relentlessly drove her arousal ever higher, Eleanor knew that it would only be a matter of time before she was teetering on the edge of uncontrollable release, in public or not.


She was a big hit during the early stages of the school board meeting. Everyone complimented her new hair, and while Eleanor could tell that the comments from many of the women were insincere, she really didn't care. The men all seemed to genuinely like her new look, even the ones who acted like they didn't to keep up appearances, and that was all that mattered, really. Experiencing none of her usual reticence about public speaking, Eleanor had taken the initiative during an early lull in conversation and had waxed poetic about her own ideas on how to improve the curriculum for the next year, suddenly entirely in her element leading the discussion.

They were all nodding along with her, eating out of the palm of her hand, but then it began to feel a bit too good to be the center of attention like this, completely uninhibited, and Eleanor felt herself beginning to tingle even more strongly with arousal in spite of herself. She knew how risky it was to dwell on this feeling, especially when not wearing any PVC clothing to protect herself from her growing horniness, but the addictive rush of having so many men looking at her was too much to resist, and she found herself pulling the neckline of her sweater down ever so slightly, revealing just a hint of the creamy white curve of her small, perky breasts to the men in the room as she lounged in her chair.

The erotic rush of displaying herself for the sexual gratification of the men watching her was almost more than she could take, but she remembered her husband's career and managed to control her arousal, even as she felt herself getting dangerously close to cumming. She knew that she deserved the attention, that everyone's eyes should be on her as she led the discussion, subtly tempting them with her body, but this instinct battled with her devotion to her husband, and she did her best to hide her strengthening selfishness and exhibitionism, fully aware that the wanton display she yearned to put on for the men in the room would reflect poorly on the mayor.

At the height of her self-satisfied pride for having her cake and eating it too, however, she heard the air conditioning kick on, and a second later felt a cool wave of irresistible finality flow across her body. Her skin immediately lit up with overwhelming pleasure, and then her core muscles were tightening in preparation for her impending, inescapable ecstasy as the sensation pushed her over the edge. The realization that she was about to cum publicly, in front of all of these men while they stared at her, only increased the strength of the orgasm beginning to wash over her, and Eleanor lost all control, squirming in her seat as her body began to spasm in helpless bliss. She wanted it to happen. She deserved this feeling!

Her eyes began to cross with the intensity of the sensation as her soft lips parted and her tongue hung out, unknowingly replicating the ecstatic expression of the woman from the pic the night before. Eleanor's sensual writhing was punctuated by a series of high pitched gasps that tightened the pants and tugged at the primal instincts of the men in the room, while the women hid their jealousy behind stern looks of disapproval.

A few seconds later she was finally able to regain a modicum of control over her body as her orgasm began to subside.

"Are you alright?" the school board president asked the flushed and panting mayor's wife, more than a little flushed himself after her wanton display. She assured him that she was fine, that it was just an old muscle injury that had started flaring up again recently, which fooled no one of course, and began trying to calm herself down.

Now that Eleanor had gotten off in public once, however, it was clear that the floodgates had been opened, and for the rest of the meeting, whenever she felt the briefest of breezes against her skin, that familiar, inevitable chain reaction would start again deep within her body, exacerbated by the eager eyes of the men around her, and she would bite her seductive lips as her eyes rolled back and she rode out orgasm after orgasm, knowing that the men were watching her as her petite body clenched in involuntary pleasure and her pussy squeezed and tightened in vain, wishing the entire time that it was one of the male trustees bending her over the table and publicly triggering her blissful release with the thick, throbbing dicks she could see a few of them discreetly stroking under the table.


Two endless, exhausting, excruciatingly pleasurable hours later it was finally lunchtime, and Eleanor practically fled the room, cursing herself for her indiscretion and for dooming the mayor's career even as she exulted in having been the center of attention for so long and at having given the men such an arousing show. Still, even though the meeting was over and there was nobody in the stairwell to watch her as she made her way down to her car, the power her husband had unwittingly given the air over her sensitive skin could not be undone, and twice she was forced to grip the railing as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her body unbidden and her pussy tightened in orgasm once more.


Eleanor couldn't deny that she loved cumming in public now, but as good as it felt she figured she should probably do something about it for Benedict's sake, especially if it meant she got to go shopping for sexy new clothes. It was her responsibility as a dutiful mayor's wife, or something. So, during her lunch break she made a short trip across town to the only store she knew of that catered to unique and unusual fashion trends, where she couldn't wait to get her hands to buy as fashionable a PVC suit as she could find.

The saleswoman clearly recognized her, and tutted with disapproval as she helped Eleanor make her selections. Eleanor knew her new wardrobe choices would be controversial to say the least, but as much as she loved feeling her sensitive body be overwhelmed by irresistible, debilitating pleasure, she couldn't go around orgasming in public every few minutes. It would sink her husband's career, and so she had no choice but to spend his money on pastel PVC.

Her desire to be the center of attention was as strong as ever, of course, and despite her unease about the controversy it would likely bring, she couldn't wait for the extra attention her new outfit was sure to draw. At least now the natural arousal she got from being the center of attention wouldn't constantly be pushed over the line into helpless ecstasy by the air, of all things. The whole PVC thing didn't seem to make much scientific sense, but Eleanor couldn't deny that her skin had calmed down significantly ever since putting it on.

She had chosen a conservative lavender knee-length PVC skirt and top with a matching jacket, all covered in tiny hearts that looked enough like regular polka dots to be inconspicuous, though the outfit still clung to her more petite curves, making it impossible to hide her new slimmer body from her husband and the public any longer. Plus, she hadn't been able to resist picking a top cut low enough to show off the upper curve of her shapely B-cups. Hey, it's not like it was her fault. The mayor's fantasy Perfect Girlfriend got off on showing her body off to men, and so now Eleanor did too.

After a long, relatively uneventful lunch at a casual sit-down place where her new outfit only drew a few welcome stares, Eleanor realized that getting off in public was more important to her new persona that she had initially suspected - she just needed to be the one in control of when and how. So, on a whim, she couldn't help ducking into a local sex shop on her way back to the mayor's office to surreptitiously buy a remote-controlled vibrator.

Back in her car, she quickly slid the device into her soaking pussy and turned it on, imagining that the store owner was watching her through the window as the intense vibrations sent waves of erotic pleasure coursing through her body. Still, now that she was wearing her PVC she was able to manage the sensations, and she headed back to her husband's office riding the high of public sexual stimulation that the Juice, and the mayor, had programmed her with.


Eleanor arrived just in time to take her place on stage at the mayor's side at a public event promoting local businesses. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw her outlandish clothes and slim figure, but shifted to a look of reproach mixed with obvious, uncomfortable arousal as she slid into her chair beside him, crossed her legs, and suggestively slid her shin up and down the back of his leg as the first speaker stepped up to the podium.

With so many local leaders scheduled to speak, the event quickly began to drag, and Eleanor soon found her mind wandering and her desire to act out and draw public attention to herself growing. She was on a stage, for God's sake! Everyone's eyes should be on her! Reaching into her pocket, she kicked the speed of her vibrator up a notch, and the waves of seductive pleasure soon emboldened her to remove her jacket, revealing her sleeveless PVC top to the crowd. The mayor glanced over at her disapprovingly, but there was nothing he could do, and the eyes of the men in the crowd roaming over her body as more of her pale skin came into view was all the encouragement she needed to continue.

The budding exhibitionist unbuttoned her top button, letting even more of her appealing flesh peek out for her audience, before discreetly placing one delicate hand on her husband's thigh, where it began gently stroking and squeezing. She stuck her other hand in her pocket and turned the vibrator up to full power. Her arousal quickly began to build toward her breaking point, so she uncrossed her legs, leaned back, and embraced the inevitable as the vibrations in her sensitive pussy and the knowledge that this time she had chosen to cum in public quickly sent her over the edge.


The mayor's public sex kink had activated as soon as he saw his wife walking toward him through the crowd wearing a surprisingly stylish, form-fitting light purple PVC suit, and by the time she slid into place beside him and began sliding her leg against his, his dick had already begun to stiffen. Benedict had no idea when his wife could have become so petite, but he couldn't take his mind off her body as the speeches droned on, and when she had unbuttoned her top and uncrossed her legs in clear growing arousal, he tried to give her an admonishing look even as his cock stiffened and began to throb at her display and at the suggestive rubbing of her hand on his leg.

The mayor began involuntarily shifting in his own seat, stimulating his needy dick against the rough material of his boxers as his wife's rhythmic gripping of his thigh increased in speed and intensity, until he heard a final, sharp intake of her breath, and her fingernails dug into his leg hard enough to draw blood. The look of exaggerated ahegao on his sexy wife's face and the sound of her high-pitched gasps of pleasure as she moaned in public orgasm was more than he could take, and he tried to nonchalantly hide his crotch as his own thick dick reached the point of no return and began to involuntarily tighten in response to the hottest thing he had ever seen. He knew he should be mortified at his wife's behavior, but watching her drive herself to a slutty orgasm next to him, in front of five hundred of his constituents, was too much for his kinky mind, and all he could do was sit there as his dick began to powerfully pulse in his his own expensive suit pants, filling his boxers with spurt after spurt of cum. He could only be glad that he had worn tightly-knit black dress pants as the warm, wet evidence of his fantasy becoming reality oozed down his dick and pooled around his satisfied balls.


Eleanor slowly became aware that the speech had stopped, and that everyone on stage and in the crowd was staring at her, and she felt a renewed burst of arousal that she was barely able to stave off.

"Are you sure you're ok dear?" the mayor asked, leaning over, feigning concern about his wife convulsing, almost sexually, in public. Eleanor, however, could tell by his flushed face and heavy breathing that he had clearly enjoyed her show as well, even if she didn't realize quite how much.

"Oh, y-yes De.. Dear," she responded breathlessly as her tenth orgasm of the day tailed off. The mayor motioned to the speaker to continue, and made a show of comforting his wife after her episode as the endless speeches droned on once more.


Eleanor managed to keep a handle on her desires until the end of the event, and tried to walk offstage with a sense of decorum once it was over, though the vibrator still buzzing in her sensitive pussy was keeping her mind firmly occupied with sex.

As the mayor led her back to his office to grab his things before returning home, he quietly remarked on her new outfit, though he diplomatically chose not to mention what had happened during the speeches. "I see that you made a wardrobe change during lunch. You really don't have to do that - I don't want you to act like some slutty little nymphet."

Eleanor waited eagerly for this most recent statement to sink into her brain and change her like the others had, but after nothing happened for a few seconds, she realized that it was because she knew he was lying. She suddenly felt her desire to become his perfect girlfriend flaring even more strongly as the words "slutty little nymphet" continued to echo inside her mind. She would curse herself for drinking that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice if it hadn't made her love becoming a bratty, exhibitionist slut so much.

So instead, she turned her flirting up a notch as they finally arrived at his office door.

"Are you sure you don't want me to be a slutty little nymphet for you?" she hissed in his ear as he turned the knob. He recoiled in shock and looked around the empty hallway to see if anyone had heard. Seeing no-one, he quickly opened the door and pulled Eleanor inside.

"What's gotten into you!?" he asked as he sank into his desk chair, confused but clearly aroused again by her behavior even after having cum so recently. It wasn't like his wife to be passive aggressive or manipulative, and the look of wanton lust on her seductive, surprisingly youthful features seemed genuine. The only conclusion was that she was somehow getting off on being a public slut just as much as he was watching her, so when she started slowly walking over to him, he stayed seated and silent to see what she'd do next.

It didn't take long for her intentions to become clear. "Look how big your window is - it would be a shame if someone saw us in here being dirty", she purred as she straddled the mayor in his chair.

Benedict knew he shouldn't. It could risk a scandal, but the way she was coming onto him - a naughty young slut using her petite body to publicly seduce him - was something straight out of his darkest fantasies, and he found his dick eagerly responding to her words as his eyes devoured the slim curves advertised by her tight PVC. He knew he should be concerned about her sudden weight loss, but his mind was quickly becoming more and more overwhelmed with his need to give this sexy young seductress what she so clearly wanted.

Meanwhile, Eleanor continued her wheedling. "Maybe nobody will see. Or maybe they will. By the way, I haven't been wearing panties today - they're just too stimulating on my sensitive skin and made me too horny to wait for you, so I ended up cumming in front of the entire school board. And there were so many people looking at me up on that stage! I had to use my new toy here just to calm down a bit." She reached down between her legs and pulled out the small remote-controlled vibe, still buzzing in her hand.

That did it. Benedict knew this was likely just some weird role-play on Eleanor's part, but the memory of his wife cumming on a vibrator in front of his most influential constituents was more than he could resist. He pushed his flirty little wife off his lap and stood up, twisting her nubile body around and pushing her face down onto the desk as she squealed with glee. He pulled her skirt up and briefly noted that she was telling the truth about the panties as he pulled his rock-hard dick out of his still-damp pants, and proceeded to rail the needy slut in full view of the entire town.

When Eleanor felt the dampness of his pants and boxers against her ass, she finally realized just how successful her earlier efforts had been, and accepted that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had indeed been for the best. She could tell that her beloved husband had never been more turned on in his life as he man-handled her tight little body, and, finally getting a cock stuffed into her horny pussy after a day of non-stop public sexual tension, she once more gave herself up to earth-shattering pleasure as the mayor pounded her like a man possessed.


Her antics were the main feature of the news that night, both her bold new pastel look and her incredibly odd behavior, complete with a few different angles of her very public orgasm. The consensus seemed to be that Eleanor was clearly going through some personal stuff, and that everyone was entitled to a weird day every once in a while. While that was kind of them, Eleanor knew that her behavioral changes were probably permanent, and would likely become even more pronounced all too soon. Even now she could feel the compulsion to question the mayor about his fantasy girlfriend growing within her again, and she somehow knew that the final consequences of her impulsive, ill-advised decision to drink Perfect Girlfriend Juice would be decided that night.


As her husband's insatiable hands groped her willing body in bed later an hour later, Eleanor wanted nothing more than to throw herself at him again and let him fuck her into blissful oblivion, but she once more felt that compulsive curiosity rising within her, growing stronger by the second. Even so, while she loved everything about her new self, she knew that it had certainly caused her husband some long-term trouble that day, and she knew that tonight she had to be more careful. It was her last chance.

Eleanor tried to retain a bit of control over her question by asking it before the compulsion became overwhelming. "Surely your ideal girlfriend would be, like, stately and cute, and could help you with your work and stuff, right?" she insisted, hoping he'd agree yet full of drugged eagerness to hear what he had to say either way. Eleanor was entirely at his mercy, trusting in the goodness and moral uprightness of her husband as she gently stroked and caressed his dick, which began to harden between her fingers as he thought about his response.

"Oh, not at all!" the mayor said, his arousal reducing his inhibitions and persuading him to fully immerse himself in his fantasy daydream as his dick continued to harden in her hand. "That's what I'd want from my wife, and you do that wonderfully dear, but for a girlfriend, I'd want her to be a dirty little slut. A selfish, immature attention-whore who's completely obsessed with cock, who feels like she's entitled to whatever she wants just because of how hot she is. Here, I'll show you!" he continued, bursting with excitement at finally having someone to share his perversion with as he casually and irrevocably finished turning his wife of twenty-five years into a shallow, dick-obsessed thot.

Elle shivered in naked arousal at his words as her fate was sealed, knowing that her plan had backfired horribly, but unable to do anything about it as the idea of becoming even more of a bratty little sex-obsessed attention-whore became more and more appealing. And why shouldn't it? Elle thought to herself. She deserved it after all. She knew how much men loved her slutty little body, and she was clearly entitled to whatever she wanted in return for putting out.

As her mind came to terms with her sexy new personality, the mayor finished pulling up the gif that would finalize her physical transformation as well. Elle looked into the glowing screen, and her fate was sealed as a tiny, early 20s nymphet with lavender hair, pale makeup with some light blush to give her cheeks color, and heavy eyeliner enthusiastically twerked for the camera as anonymous donations rolled in from perverted old men across the internet to reward her for her provocative antics.

Elle's eyes devoured the image, and felt the girl's childish appearance, bratty behavior, and unbridled sexual exhibitionism sinking deep into her own mind as the truth about the mayor finally became clear to her. Her husband had never been the upstanding, perfect man she thought he was. Secretly, he was a dirty pervert, fantasizing about being seduced by sex-hungry e-girls with impossibly perfect features, and that thought, along with the tingling she felt all through her body as she continued to gaze at the unrealistically cute face of the young slut getting off on selling her body to old men, was starting to really turn her on.


Far too late, the mayor noticed that his wife was gone, and that she had somehow been replaced by a nymphet straight of his wettest of dreams, enthusiastically bobbing her tiny head, thronged with lush pink curls, up and down on his straining cock.

"Who are you? Where's Eleanor? What on earth is going on?"

"It's me, Elle! I just wanted to become, like, a perfect little girlfriend for you Daddy!" the irresistible vision whined in a high pitched voice that went straight to his cock. She giggled as it stiffened even further, nuzzling his dick as it began to throb with need at seeing his darkest fantasy made flesh. The sprightly young slut licked it from base to tip, staring up at him all the while through large eyes thick with eyeliner, set in a soft, perfectly smooth face, and then her pursed coral lips, clearly designed for sucking cock, seductively spread once more to lower themselves around his eager member.

Unable to resist his need to fuck this seductive little minx as she continued to tease him, Benedict pulled her head off his dick and tossed her down onto the bed, surprised at how light and easy to throw around she was now, which only turned him on all the more. Her long pink hair splayed out enticingly around her painfully cute features as her tiny, 5'0" body lay there helplessly beneath him, and Benedict roughly gripped her small chest as she arched her back against him in her own need. He instinctively prepared to enter her, but the reality of the situation and what it meant for his career and home life finally sank in, causing him to briefly hesitate.

"But what am I going to tell everyone?"

"Like, whatever you want to Daddy! As long as you promise to buy me makeup and clothes and never stop fucking me!" Elle exclaimed, wiggling down on the bed a few inches as she tried to get his thick cockhead through the resistance put up by the incredible tightness of her pussy.

Benedict knew she was right. He could just act like Eleanor had discovered his cheating and left him. Her actions that day even played into that fact, looking remarkably like a middle-aged woman trying to look younger in a doomed attempt to keep her aging husband from straying as he went through a mid-life crisis. He only needed to wait a few days to make the announcement, and figure out how he wanted to spin it.

After all, what was a politician without a scandal or two? It would die down in a few weeks. It always did.

Throwing caution to the wind, the mayor sunk his cock deep into his bratty nymphet, watching with satisfaction as it made a visible bump surprisingly far up her slim abdomen as he bottomed out. Once more he was rewarded with the incredibly erotic sight of her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth gaping open as the little slut became practically delirious with sexual overstimulation. Her exertions were becoming even more wild and feverish as she completely lost herself in pleasure, driving her tiny body up and down his sensitive dick in increasing frenzy, so Benedict just sat back and let her stimulating little pussy do to him what it was designed to. When his balls emptied into her tight womb what felt like scant seconds later as her petite figure moaned and gasped in what seemed like a neverending chain of debilitating orgasms, Benedict finally accepted that he'd lost a wife, but found a Perfect Girlfriend.

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Author's Note: This is a fun commission from one of my fantastic Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2021. All rights reserved. Enjoy!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice
by Fidget

Chapter 3: Perfect Secretary (Part 1)



Alani burst out of her boss's office, trying to hold back tears after seeing just how angry Jack had been. She knew that it was entirely deserved - she'd double-booked him for a meeting again, only a few days after having already made the exact same mistake, but this time it was with their two most important clients, and Alani knew how unorganized it made him seem.

And this was only the latest in a long line of similar gaffes going all the way back to her hiring almost a year prior. It wasn't that her secretary job was overly difficult; there were just so many things she needed to keep track of to keep the office running smoothly, and she'd never been a talented multitasker in the first place. Little things soon began to fall through the cracks, and as patient as Jack had been with her so far, she could tell that her endless minor slip-ups were starting to wear on him. She wanted to do a good job, and she really needed the money, but she just didn't know how she'd be able to get it all done.

She retreated to the break room to buy an energy drink she hoped would help perk her up after her ordeal. Along the way she passed a blonde, oddly busty soft drink company employee who had just finished stocking the machine, and the strange-looking can that popped out after Alani put her money in was like no energy drink she'd ever seen before.

Too distracted by her distress to notice anything awry, she snapped open the lid on her way back to her desk and took a gulp without thinking anything about it, and was suddenly flooded with a slight sensation of dizziness as she sank back into her seat. It soon passed, but was slowly replaced by an odd feeling of yearning as she inexplicably found herself wanting to be in the presence of her boss again for some reason, even though she had fled his office scant minutes before. The surprisingly strong urge was accompanied by a restless discomfort that grew the longer she resisted it, however, and so after only a few more seconds she found herself standing up once more.


Jack Davidson looked up only briefly when he noticed her enter. "Oh, Alani, I'm glad you're back," he said somewhat guiltily. Jack regretted having been so harsh to her, but lately, despite his best efforts, his business always seemed to be falling further and further behind, and the strain was starting to take a toll on his usually steady nerves.

In his embarrassment, however, he failed to notice his homely secretary's sharp intake of breath as her pupils dilated and her face flushed as soon as she laid eyes on him. "I wanted to apologize for what happened a few minutes ago. I know that with all of the various responsibilities you have to stay on top of in your position, it's only natural that things would get overlooked every once in a while, and I shouldn't have gone off the handle like I did. Still though, you have to become better organized."

Alani, meanwhile, was finding it hard to focus on his words as she became more and more fixated on her boss's ruggedly handsome features, and an uncharacteristic, euphoric giddiness grew within her. She'd never noticed how attractive and masculine Jack was before, but now she couldn't help but notice his sexual desirability as her body grew warm with pleasant, tingly arousal. When he got to the suggestion of how she could improve herself for him, however, her ears involuntarily perked up, and she found herself unconsciously resolving to do just that. Even so, this simple request wasn't enough to sate the new curiosity she suddenly felt growing inside of her, and soon she wasn't able to prevent herself from bursting out with, "Mr. Davidson? I know this is an incredibly inappropriate thing to ask, but could you please tell me what you find attractive in women??"

"What? What on earth are you talking about?" Jack demanded, completely blindsided both by the words and by the almost manic intensity of her unprompted question. Though Alani squirmed in pleasure as his eyes jumped back up to hers, his gaze was full of confused suspicion: he'd never once thought about his secretary romantically, and she'd never given him reason to believe she felt that way about him before either.

"I have to know, sir!" she continued, her outburst fueled by the inexplicable passion burning within her that made all concerns of social propriety pale in comparison. She knew how inappropriate her behavior was, but she was overwhelmed by her sudden infatuation with her married boss and just couldn't help herself. "I have to know what your Perfect Girlfriend would be like!"

"Alani, I'm married! I don't have an idea of what my perfect girlfriend would be like, and even if I did, I certainly wouldn't tell you! You're my employee!" Jack briefly reflected that his home life was perfectly adequate, if not overly exciting, but then his thoughts returned to the fact that the last thing he needed right now was any kind of harassment suit directed at him, and so he tried to play the situation as lowkey as possible. "Alani, just go back to your desk, and we'll both pretend this conversation never happened. I'm sorry I lost my temper with you earlier, but whatever you're doing here really isn't necessary."

"But sir, I... I need to know what you want me to become!" Alani persisted, confused by her own words, but knowing that they were somehow true all the same.

"In that case, just worry about becoming my perfect secretary," Jack concluded with a disarming grin that sent pleasant tingles up and down Alani's spine. "Our relationship should be strictly professional. Now go back to your desk, get back to work, and please don't bring up any of this girlfriend stuff ever again, for both of our sakes."

His words washed over her, finally giving her what she needed from him, and suddenly Alani found herself with new purpose in life. She obeyed his order automatically, smoothly shutting the door on her way out with an uncharacteristically formal "Thank you, Sir."


Alani slowly made her way back to her desk, her mind fully consumed with the question of what it meant to be Mr. Davidson's Perfect Secretary. He had told her that she had to become better organized with regard to her various responsibilities, and since those words were now pulsing loudly in the forefront of her brain as well, she figured that was as good a place as any to start.

She sat down and quickly made a list of all the duties her position entailed. She anticipated that this would be a difficult task, given her usual scatterbrained nature, but was surprised to find that ideas were flowing out of her head and onto her corporate stationery in a remarkably orderly manner, and that her bullet points were perfectly aligned and her sloppy penmanship suddenly looked practically calligraphic. In less than ten minutes she had detailed and categorized all of her responsibilities, formed action plans for how to improve efficiency and accuracy in each task, and even brainstormed new areas where she could potentially be of use to Mr. Davidson within the strict confines of her duties as laid out in her contract. Having made significant progress in the most immediately relevant aspects of her job, she then turned her mind toward all of her other characteristics that could use some improvement on her way to becoming Mr. Davidson's Perfect Secretary.

Alani's thoughts briefly drifted back to the strength of her newfound physical attraction for her boss, which quickly led her mind to all of the pornographic secretary tropes she had heard about, of impossibly busty women in hilariously revealing business attire seducing their bosses. She briefly wondered if Mr. Davidson's idea of his Perfect Secretary involved any of that, and secretly hoped that it did, but she had no evidence for it so far. Still, she knew that men liked big tits, so it made sense that Mr. Davidson would as well, but he hadn't told her to become a porn secretary - he'd told her to be the perfect secretary.

Even so, making things around the office as pleasant as possible for her boss was obviously an important part of her responsibilities, and that meant she should be pleasant to look at as well, though not so much as to distract him from his duties. Satisfied with her conclusion, she looked down at her small chest in disappointment, but was surprised and pleased to see her tits inexplicably plumping up a bit at the idea. Her blouse pulled tighter around her torso as her breasts went from "small and perky" to "pleasantly full and eye-catching", and Alani unbuttoned her top button both to relieve the pressure and to proudly show off a hint of her new cleavage. There, that was better. And, judging from the slight tightness of her skirt, it seemed like her hips and backside might have filled out a bit as well. Now Mr. Davidson would be all the more likely to welcome and look forward to her presence in his office, and that only meant that she would be able to do her job more easily and efficiently. Alani knew that she should probably be concerned about being objectified, since it could affect her (and more importantly Mr. Davidson's) reputation, but it seemed that his more immediate need for an agreeable workspace overruled that concern. She and Mr. Davidson were both professionals, after all, and it wasn't like he would want a porn star interfacing with his clients. Probably.

As her mind continued to sharpen in order to handle the increased mental load of performing at peak efficiency, Alani realized that her sudden interest in improving her figure was likely due to her inexplicable infatuation with Mr. Davidson, which she was still feeling the full effects of despite having been ordered to forget about being his Perfect Girlfriend. Her feelings seemed to be a natural physiological response to the energy drink that was clearly and irresistibly transforming her into Mr. Davidson's Perfect Secretary, but she figured that as long as her crush didn't effect her job performance it was probably fine. It wasn't like she could do anything about it in any case. Plus, it felt so good to go slightly weak in the knees with adolescent desire whenever she was in his presence, and Alani figured that she was due this small amount of pleasure and sexual thrill in exchange for the drastic improvement Mr. Davidson would see in her duties.

She let out a longsuffering sigh at the decidedly unprofessional urges the beverage that had likely saved her job had also instilled in her, and looked down in helpless amusement and conflicted affection at the large tits her moment of unguarded horniness had saddled her with. There was always a catch. Now that she had briefly indulged in her new sexual impulses, however, it was time to turn her attention to the rest of her appearance with a more critical eye. Instinctively, Alani knew that she should look as neat, tidy, and well-organized as her work would be from here on out, so she smiled in satisfaction as her nails went from carelessly trimmed to perfectly manicured, and she opened her compact to find that not only was her makeup now perfectly applied, but her facial features themselves had somehow become a bit more elegant as well, befitting her role as the liaison between Mr. Davidson and the rest of the business world. Her hair had shifted from a loose ponytail into a neat bun with an understated braid along the outside. Alani had no idea how any of of these physical changes were happening, of course, but that information was currently irrelevant. All that mattered was becoming Mr. Davidson's Perfect Secretary, and she felt a satisfying, visceral conviction that she was well on her way to becoming just that.

Lastly, Alani looked down at her blouse and skirt and decided they'd do for today, though she also made plans to go shopping after work to pick up a few outfits more appropriate for her position. Finally satisfied with her personal progress for the time being, she immersed herself in her work and got more done that afternoon than she had the entire previous week.


Jack's eyes briefly dropped to Alani's chest when she went in to see him late that afternoon to discuss the budget for the upcoming corporate retreat, and she appreciated the instinctive pleasure she could tell he was getting from the sight of her pleasantly feminine body. She tingled uncontrollably with her own desire, of course, being so close to him, but ignored the sensation for now. She had work to do.

"Did you do something with your hair?" Jack asked, confused by what seemed to be a marked, instantaneous improvement in her appearance. Alani hid a self-satisfied smile, knowing full well that his attention hadn't been anywhere near her hair.

"Something like that, Sir. Don't worry about it-"

"You're not trying to seduce me or something again, are you? We talked about this."

"Oh, no, Sir, not at all! Please don't misunderstand. I'm only trying to take my duties more seriously like you asked me to, and so I took the time to put a bit more effort into my appearance after our last talk. A secretary's professional presence is an undeniably important aspect of her duties, and I'm just doing my best to fill my role as perfectly as possible, Sir."

"Ah, well that's good to hear. Very commendable, Alani, keep up the good work!" he said, giving her appealing body and plump cleavage one more brief glance before finally noticing the folder in her manicured fingers.

"Thank you, Sir. Now, about these figures..."


Alani's marked improvement only accelerated throughout the rest of the week. Where she had previously struggled to keep all of her tasks straight, it now seemed to Jack that they had somehow become second nature to her. All of Alani's responsibilities were handled immediately, efficiently, and with a newfound professionalism that starkly contrasted with the bumbling ineptitude of her performance the week before.

Alani was even more aware of her progress than Jack was, of course, but as proud as she was of the improvements she had already made, she was always looking for new ways to optimize her workflow to please her boss. Whenever she had a bit of downtime in her schedule and knew that Jack did too, she'd often feel compelled to come in and ask him for a bit more information about his Perfect Secretary.

"Again? You can't be serious," he joked after her second intrusion into his office that day to ask how she could better serve him. The truth was, he was looking forward to seeing her more and more these days, especially now that the office was running smoother than it ever had before after the seemingly overnight transformation of his disorganized secretary into an elegant, no-nonsense master of efficiency. Apparently the talk he had had with her had done some good, he thought to himself with satisfaction, leaning back in his chair and letting his gaze drift over her shapely form.

"I'm serious, Sir. I want to know everything about your dream secretary, the one you know you've thought about, but haven't told anyone about," she purred, a bit irritated as the physiological effects of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice on her body made her request sound more suggestive than she had intended.

"Well, I'd say you're pretty much my dream secretary already, Alani," he responded, taking a second to indulge his lizard brain once more with a lingering glance up and down her sexy figure. He knew she noticed his looks, but she had never commented on them. If anything she seemed to encourage them, and so he had slowly become more daring in his undisguised enjoyment of her body. But, she had also never shown even the slightest interest in wanting to come onto him again after that first conversation, and mostly just seemed glad that he was enjoying himself, subtly encouraging his gaze, ever the picture of calm, collected professionalism.

Jack couldn't remember thinking that Alani was especially attractive before "the talk", as he'd started calling it, but now he couldn't deny that she had become positively stunning, a picture of elegance and polish, but still with an undeniable sensual femininity that threatened to captivate him. She had also gotten much wittier, and had somehow become a brilliant conversationalist practically overnight, to the point where talking to this vision of refined loveliness became the most natural and enjoyable thing in the world. And so now he found himself looking forward to seeing her every day, multiple times a day even, drinking in her presence, which still somehow managed to be both invitingly sensuous and coolly platonic. Regardless of his earlier rejection of her odd advances, he could see himself easily falling for her if he weren't careful, though if he did he'd only have himself to blame, since Alani had only ever treated him with professional courtesy.

"Are you sure, Sir? There must be something I could be doing better, or some other way I could make your job easier for you," Alani responded as she preened inwardly at his praise, feeling a bit giddy as he glanced down at her chest once more, though she was careful not to let it show. She had gone shopping the day of her first transformation and had made sure to select outfits that were perfectly appropriate for her position, but which also advertised the inviting swelling of her new breasts and hips. Only so that he would look forward to her presence and they could work better as a team, of course. And that seemed to have been the right decision, since despite the suggestiveness of her phrasing and the keen interest in his eyes as he looked at her body, he took his capable secretary at her word, closed his eyes for a second, and thought about whether there was anything else she could do to help the business.

"I mostly just wish that everyone else could be as efficient as you are, Alani. Accounts Payable are a week behind in shipping out checks, and Accounts Receivable are even worse. Our cash flow is down, and the inefficiencies are starting to build up. I know it's not at all your responsibility, but I wish there were some way you could somehow help out a bit in Accounting."

"Well, sir, I can't promise anything," Alani said as she felt a new, unexpected eagerness to learn all of the ins and outs of the day-to-day workings of a small company's accounting department filling her pliable mind. "But I'll see what I can do," she concluded, giving him a playful wink before preparing to leave him to his work. Jack was dazzled by her wink as she knew he would be, and she allowed herself to feel just the slightest touch of her own tingly infatuation, letting a bit of color rise into her cheeks as she continued to lock eyes with her manly office crush, before turning and walking to the door. She crossed the room with a deliberate pace, knowing that his eyes were on her hips as they exhibited a perfectly appropriate amount of sway, wrapped tightly in a professional-yet-suggestive pencil skirt.

Once outside, she paused for a second to remind herself that she wasn't here to seduce him - she needed only to make herself pleasant to be around. As precise and perfect as this meeting with Mr. Davidson had been, she resolved to make it even more so next time, and she forced the intense pleasure she had experienced at the slight flirtatiousness of their interaction to flow out of her so she could focus back on her own work.


That night, Alani spent her free time at home researching entry-level accounting duties, and by the next day she felt ready to step in and aid the clerks. It required a masterfully light touch to improve efficiency while not stepping on any toes, and it was also somewhat difficult to both oversee accounting and ensure that she still accomplished her own duties, but somehow she managed to get it all done. Two days later, Accounting was fully caught up, cash flow was up, and the improved efficiency of the department had made its way back to Jack, who called Alani in to his office to congratulate her.

"Alani, you're a miracle worker!" he exclaimed, but she accepted the praise with the calm, collected demeanor that had become her default, even as she flushed inwardly with erotic heat at the effectiveness of the transformation that had been thrust upon her. "I don't know how you did it!"

"It was relatively simple, Sir. I just identified the surprisingly large number of inefficiencies in the clerks' processes, which were mostly due to what appears to be deliberate laziness bordering on insubordination from practically the entire Accounting staff, and gently implemented measures to correct them. It was child's play to get the clerks to think the improvements were their own ideas, and once my system was up and running, the problem fixed itself."

"That's incredible work, Alani," Jack said, a bit surprised at her harsh characterization of the Accounting department's job performance, but filing it away for later nonetheless. He had quickly come to place full confidence in Alani's judgment, and if she said their work was inexcusable, it must be the case.

"What else can I do for you, Sir?" Alani asked encouragingly, still compelled to continue to seek new ways to become even more of a Perfect Secretary even as her additional accounting duties already threatened to affect her own work efficiency.

"Oh, nothing," Jack responded, glancing back up so he could greedily drink in her curves once more. "You've done more than enough, gone above and beyond. If the guys in shipping had a tenth of your new work ethic, our lead times would be the best in the industry."

"I'll see what I can do, sir," Alani said, not sure if she would be able to handle the extra work, but knowing that she had no choice if she were to fulfill her role as Mr. Davidson's Perfect Secretary.

"What? No, I was only complaining Alani, there's no possible way you could take on any more responsibility. There's just not enough of you to go around," he concluded with a jocular grin, not noticing his subordinate's beautiful eyes widening in shock and her body beginning to shake.

"I-if you'll e-excuse me, Sir, there's something I need to go take care of," Alani stammered, turning and practically staggering toward the door.

"Alani, are you ok?" Jack asked, rising half out of his chair in concern.

"I-I'm fine, Sir. I just need a moment. I'll be back soon."

"Well let me know if you need any help or anything," he called out as the door closed behind his secretary's shapely ass.


Alani's shaking got worse as she stumbled toward her desk. It was so simple, but it couldn't be possible, could it? Her body clearly wanted it to be possible, however, and Alani felt her quaking come to a final crescendo before an abrupt end, and she felt a serene calm wash over her as she was suddenly face-to-face with the attractive facial features and pleasantly busty figure of Alani Rhodes.

Both somehow unsurprised at this strange new turn of events, the two Alanis simply smiled at each other in complete understanding and got back to work, still fully unified in mind if not in body. Mr. Davidson had been exactly right. There wasn't enough of her to go around, and there was so much more to be done, still so many ways she could make things better for him. A Perfect Secretary's work was neverending, but, thanks to an offhand comment by her boss and a dose of Perfect Girlfriend Juice, so was Alani.


End of Chapter 3: Part 1

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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut) Ch3 up

Postby Junketh71 » Sun Jun 27, 2021 11:26 am

This was a very fun story to read. Thanks for sharing it.
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Re: Perfect Girlfriend Juice by Fidget (BE, BS, Slut) Ch3 up

Postby fidget1 » Sun Jun 27, 2021 2:02 pm

Junketh71 wrote:This was a very fun story to read. Thanks for sharing it.


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Postby EFHRJ » Sun Jun 27, 2021 5:31 pm

Definitely curious to see where part two goes.
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