Chapter 1

"Oh my God," said Pamela. "There goes another one!"

Julie peaked over the ledger she had brought down to lunch in order to check it over just one more time. She didn't want to be caught staring--not that any of them seemed to mind.

She had seen this one several times before and suspected she must work there in the building. The sight of her was still startling though and she couldn't help but look with a mixture of amazement, contempt and, though she'd never admit it, envy.

The person who had captured Julie and her two lunch companion's attention was a black woman with insanely large breasts. They jutted out before her, defying gravity, swaying momentously with every step.

Her outfit wasn't business attire by any stretch of the imagination. She wore a gold lamae dress whose hemline skirted the round curve of her bulbous ass. The neckline plunged to her navel and flared out to just barely manage to cover her prominent nipples. She wore a gold chain around her neck with a gold and zirconium capitol letter T dangling in her daunting cleavage and large gold hoops in her ears and around her wrists. Her long fingernails were carefully painted in sparkly gold as were her chunky platform shoes that seemed to break several laws of physics in order to allow such a top-heavy woman to walk.

The woman seemed to delight in the gawking of every man she passed as she strode from the elevator, past the cafe where Julie and her co-workers sat, towards the revolving door that led to the street. She giggled at every double take, at every catcall, at every lewd observation. Then she waved a girly hand and wiggled her tits and her ass.

At the revolving door, she giggled again, made several false starts, then scampered in. She went around a good five times before making it outside.

She was a bimbo. The new building was full of them. They wandered around the lobby in scandalous outfits, showing off their big fake breasts, giggling and flirting and acting like a teenage boy's ultimate fantasy.

The reason there were so many of them seemed to be a company on the 32nd floor: BimboTech Incorporated. Julie and her co-workers weren't sure what it was they did, exactly. Yesterday at lunch, Cindy had said 'Maybe they make bimbos!' and they had all laughed. They did seem to provide bimbo-related services of some sort.

Pamela and Cindy finished their lunches well before Julie. She found a mistake in the ledger and now she felt compelled to triple check everything, neglecting her lunch more than usual. Her coworkers waited politely until she waved them off. She didn't know why she even bothered leaving her office for lunch.

Julie had finally finished her lunch and her audit to her satisfaction when the black bimbo in the gold dress came back. Her breasts were just so huge! What was keeping them up like that? Julie had been thinking about breast implants lately. She was really feeling her 40 years lately and was self conscious when she took off her clothes in front of her husband Sam. She had never been big, but she thought that meant she wasn't supposed to get saggy. What she little she had, though, was doing its best to start a migration south.

On a whim, Julie stood once the bimbo passed. She followed the black woman to the elevator. This was the only elevator that serviced above the 30th floor. For some reason, it had an attendant while those that serviced just the lower floors didn't. Julie supposed it was for security, though what kind of security the old man could offer she couldn't guess.

"Oh yeah!" said the woman as Julie stepped beside her and pushed the up button. "I always forget that part! <giggle> Thanks!"

"Um, no problem," she said. "We women have to stick up for each other, right?"

"You said it, sister!" said the bimbo. "Hi! I'm Tittiefuck! I'm a BimboTech girl!"

"Um, hi," said Julie. "I'm Julie. I do accounting for Bryant Industries. That's a, um, interesting name. I'm not sure I heard you right."

The woman just giggled.

"So, have you worked at BimboTech long?" Julie asked.

"Gosh, I can't even remember when I didn't!" she exclaimed.

"What exactly is it that they do there," Julie asked.

"We make ladies pretty and happy," the bimbo explained.

"So, it's like a salon?" Julie asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," said the woman.

"Is it more than that?" Julie probed. "Did you get your implants there?"

"My what?" she asked.

Julie blushed. She had assumed that they must have been. They couldn't possibly be natural, could they?

"Oooh! You mean my big titties?" the woman asked. "Yeah! I got them first thing! Aren't they great?"

"Uh, yeah," Julie said, blushing all the harder. "Unbelievable, really. Did it, well, hurt?"

"Oh God, no!" the black woman exclaimed. "It feels sooo good! I asked Mr. Fink to make them bigger, but he says I'd fall over. <giggle>"

"Huh," said Julie. "I had heard that it was painful. I've thought about getting implants--though not as big as yours. But I've never had surgery before and it kind of scares me.

"Oh, it's not scary at all!" said the receptionist. "Some girls are scared when it starts, but they feel pretty silly afterwards <giggle>. Hey! I know! You should come visit! Then you'll see how silly it is to be scared!"

"Really, well, I should get back to work..." said Julie. "But I guess maybe I could just pop in and get a brochure or something?"

"Cool! You'll totally love it. I just know!"

Julie felt a little thrill of excitement. It was crazy and she would never go through with it, of course, but just knowing that she would be the only woman in her office who had braved the mysterious 32^nd floor was exciting. They never would have expected it of her. She'd show them that she was daring! She might even leave the brochure for her husband to find. He had liked it when she dyed her hair red, though her in-laws had made fun of her for it. No, she definitely wasn't going to have surgery... but it couldn't hurt to learn more.

They arrived at the 32nd floor. The elevator operator tipped his hat and said "See you on the way down."

"Actually, I'm just going to be in and out" Julie told him. "Could you keep the elevator up here? If you don't get any calls, I mean."

"Oh sure," said the operator. "Course, you never can tell how long in and out'll take... especially when you get to be my age."

He chuckled nastily and Julie blushed. She resolved to take some time in the salon so that he'd get called away, then walk down the 9 flights of stairs to her office.

The receptionist led her on to the first door in the hallway. There on the door was the silhouette of a kneeling, large breasted woman and the words "BimboTech Inc.". Now Julie had always assumed that the whole 'bimbo' term was rather tongue-in-cheek. That it was some sort of fad--smart young women putting on bimbo airs as some sort of deep irony. But the more time she spent with Tittiefuck (was that really what she said?), the more perplexed she was. Was it all an act or wasn't it? She just couldn't tell. Maybe if she spoke with some of the other women she could figure out if she should be disgusted or amused.

When she entered the reception area, however, it wasn't another bimbo that greeted her. It was an impeccably-dressed man.

"Well hello!" he said. "Who's your friend, T.F.?"

"This is Julie!" the woman introduced her. "She works in the building and she likes my titties!"

"No!" Julie exclaimed. "I... I didn't say that!"

"It's okay, Julie!" the man insisted. "Tittiefuck gets a little confused from time to time. She has a... unique... outlook on things."

"I'm a bimbo!" she said proudly.

"Yes you are," the man said. "I'm George Fink, CEO of BimboTech, Inc. How can we serve you, Julie? Are you interested in the bimbo lifestyle?"

"No, it's not like that!" Julie protested. "I'm an accountant, for god's sake. I just, well, I was kind of interested in, um, breast implants. But I really don't think..."

"Well you came to the right place!" Mr. Fink enthused. "We can give you the rack you always dreamed of! And unlike implants, we also give you the muscle and skin modifications that will support your new jugs! All without surgery!"

"Really? I've never heard of any procedure like that?" Julie said. The man was creeping her out, but her curiosity was piqued. "Do you have, like, a brochure I could take? I'd want to look into it thoroughly before I committed to anything."

"Oh, I've got something better than that!" the man exclaimed. "I've got free samples!"

He grabbed her upper arm and she felt a sharp needle prick.

"Hey!" Julie exclaimed. "What are you doing? What was tha... tha... whoa!"

Julie felt like little pink bubbles were running up her spine to pop in her brain. It was a very pleasant feeling.

"This is your lucky day!" said Mr. Fink. "We're having a sale! A special, limited-time introductory offer! We'll give you the full BimboTech treatment for free! Not just the boobies—the whole package!"

"But, um, I don't want to be a, like, <giggle> like a, god I feel strange!"

"Well, we'll just pump up your titties and then you can decide if you want any more!" Fink said.

"I mean, this isn't the sort of thing you just jump into," she said. "I should think about it. Read about it. Ask my... that one guy... <giggle>... I mean my husband..."

"Oh your husband will love it, Julie!" the man insisted. "What man wouldn't? And I'm afraid you don't have time to waste thinking about it."

"I don't?" she asked as the room started to slowly spin.

"Yes! Our free introductory offer is only available for a limited time! You must act now, Julie, or you'll miss it!"

"Oh no!" she exclaimed.

"Come on, Julie! The wonderful world of BimboTech awaits! You'll be beautiful! Sexy! Your husband will desire you! All men will desire you. Women will envy you!"

"And desire you!" Tittiefuck volunteered.

It was all happening so fast! But everything seemed so nice and she felt so warm and slightly dizzy. And it was free. You couldn't beat free! She should know; she was an accountant!"

She giggled.

"Okay." She said. "I guess I'll try it."

"You won't regret it, Julie!" said Mr. Fink. "You won't even know how!"

And with a friendly hand on her ass, he guided her into the bowels of BTI.