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  BIMBO CHEMIST: FROM BLAND TO BLONDE

  BIMBO EROTICA

  BY

  NARCISSA RIVERS

  A SMALL OUTTAKE…

  The esteemed scientist was dumbfounded, to say the least. The man stood frozen in his spot as Lily nibbled on his earlobe and sucked it between her lush lips, making the man’s skin break out in goose bumps. She had never thought herself capable of doing anything like that, being so forward with what she wanted, but the transformation had changed her body and mind in ways that were much better than before. Lila had found her more confident half, Lily, and she was going to get everything she wanted.

  Lily pulled back from his ear and kissed the man, his lips not budging for a moment, but then kissing her back. She giggled slightly and her hands slid up his stomach and sides, feeling the man’s tight muscles and trained body under her curious fingertips. The would-be researcher didn’t waste any time with exploring the man more, her hands starting to unbutton his shirt and pull off his tie. He was powerless against her, the gorgeous blonde bimbo taking hold of him and waking the carnal side hidden in every man. When a man was faced with such raw sexual need, he could not turn away from it.

  “Please fuck me, Doctor,” Lily whispered and the man kissed her back harder, his hands now grabbing her by the waist and pulling her tightly against him. Her big tits pressed into his chest and she moaned lustily, enjoying every second of the man’s tongue in her mouth. She hadn’t kissed anyone in ages and now, given access to the man she had fantasized about for months, she was not going to even try and reign in her burning want for his cock.

  Lily almost ripped off his shirt, pushing the lab coat off of his shoulders and letting it crumble in a pile on the floor, the chemicals slowly seeping into it. He didn’t seem to mind and neither did Lily. Doctor Metley’s hands moved up from her stomach and grazed over her tits, the woman pushing against his hands the moment she could. She left him no doubt about whether or not she wanted him to do everything he desired to her. He pulled off her shirt and almost gasped at the sight of her divine tits, the soft globes threatening to pop out of her lacy bra.

  Copyright © 2014 Narcissa Rivers

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Bimbo Chemist: From Bland to Blonde

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  A SMALL OUTTAKE…

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  RELATED BOOKS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER ONE

  The day had ticked past almost unnoticeably and the clock had somehow snuck to 9 PM. The white, sterile walls of the laboratory were pristine and clean and there was nothing in sight that didn’t scream of careful precision and professionalism as far as the eye could see. The labs of Merner Inc had fallen quiet, just the occasional clink of a test tube or shuffling of a tray of specimens disturbing the eerie calm of a research laboratory after hours. The hallways were deserted and most of the lights had been shut off, the weary techs having long shuffled to the protective warmth of their homes.

  Just a few errant rooms were still bathed in light, determined researchers sticking to their work despite it being time to catch some dinner and maybe a bad movie on a cheap couch in their rented apartments. Lila was one of those people who didn’t have anything better than her work to do. She spent just about every night at the office, pouring over the work she had done the earlier day and trying to figure out one little mystery after the next. The woman was dogged and though it meant that her work was always top-notch, it didn’t actually translate into much above that. Acne-scarred plump little researches who huddled at the back of laboratories didn’t usually get bathed with accolades and peer worship.

  Lila had two PhDs from the best colleges in the country. She had been a brilliant researcher and had looked forward to a steady, if poor career in academics, until the recession rolled around and left her without a job. Junior Professors rarely got to have job security and Lila was no exception to that cheerless rule. What followed was a fairly harrowing year of trying to figure out whether or not she could put food on the table without resorting to working at McD’s or Walmart. There wasn’t a wealth of jobs lying around, waiting for eager young scientists to pick them up.

  After a while of misery and contemplations of moving back in with her parents, her secondary degree in chemistry had paid off and she had landed a job at a corporate medical behemoth, testing and developing new drugs. Some of them were pretty scary and the thought of anyone taking them made her skin crawl (at least after having seen what they did to the mice!) and rarely, some of them gave her newfound hope for mankind. The former was definitely more prevalent than the latter, though.

  Due to her obsessive nature, Lila had found herself rather enamored with her job. Of course, it wasn’t that big of a surprise, considering that her career was the sole interesting thing going on in her life, if one didn’t count her two cats (Boots and Mittens). She would labor over her research for days on end, forgetting to eat, sleep or shower, until her boss would come in and usher her out of the building. She’d get a strict warning not to come back before she had gotten a full night’s rest, so she would inevitably creep back in right around the 12 hour mark.

  Lila couldn’t help herself. Being alone with her thoughts and her fairly pathetic life made her stomach churn and she didn’t want to be forced to face herself in the mirror. She was getting older, her life was really going nowhere, she hadn’t had a romantic interest since college and she looked like the dictionary definition of a wallflower. It wasn’t great and if she was given a chance to escape from it through her work, she would always grab it. Being a brown-haired, gray-eyed, plump little chemist was not a glamorous kind of life, but staring at colorful liquids and trying to figure out why they reacted to one another the way they did gave her at least something else to think about. She didn’t take kindly to people trying to take it away from her for such insignificant things like nutrition or rest.

  After losing her first career love, she was much more attached to her current one. The looming fear of facing eviction and going back to Kansas kept pounding away at the back of her mind and Lila couldn’t keep herself from doing everything in her power to make sure it wouldn’t happen. She was well aware that her boss was becoming rather worried about her, the handsome Doctor Metley’s visits to her side of the lab having grown exponentially as she had started spending more time there.

  He was a debonair man in his early thirties, tall and broad-shouldered (for a scientist, anyway). Doctor Metley had striking green eyes and a solid jaw-line, making people respect him immediately, as ridiculous as that sounded. He had a calm demeanor and the first tufts of gray hair were starting to show up at his temples, but Lila thought that just made him look more dignified. The well-loved scientist was a bit of a young genius, the company having spent a lot of money to win him over a few years back. He had immediately taken over running the entire Liquids and Gasses department and under his watchful eye, the department had started producing relevant scientific findings fo
r the first time in decades. Most of it got shoved into a corner when it was made sure that it wouldn’t have any obvious medical uses, but his work was still rather impressive.

  Lila had a huge crush on him. She couldn’t even try to deny it. Every time the man strolled over to her table, her heart started beating out of her chest and she could almost feel adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her ears hum and her skin crawl. The combination of undeniable physical attraction and the fact that he was one of the most gifted scientist she had ever met made for a dangerous combination that the girl couldn’t ignore.

  Secretly, she thought that one of the reasons why she had taken to staying so long at the office was that it meant that her boss would sometimes show up to usher her home or make sure that she had actually had something to eat in the last eighteen hours. Lila wasn’t a hundred percent sure whether it was more him or the work, but suffice to say she had real problems with focusing on anything but her research those days.

  She sighed wistfully, moving specimens to fresh test tubes so she could stuff them in the centrifuge. Lila was currently working on a new alkaloid that would hopefully reduce side-effects in migraine medication by transforming some problematic chemical strings into a less-unstable form, but so far she had come up mostly empty handed. There had been some minor successes, but nothing to really write home about and she was getting a wee bit frustrated with the whole thing. It was rather obvious in her pained expression as she dripped the liquid back and forth, her eyes slowly drooping and sleep threatening to claim her.

  No, I’m going to do this tonight, she told herself, shaking her head in an effort to wake herself up even a little without having her glasses fly off of her face. She could feel her eyes begin to cross and the edges blur, the familiar evening slump falling over her. The corridors had been quiet for ages and the last people that shared the lab with her had left hours ago. For all she knew, she was all alone in the entire building. The determined chemist reached across the table for another sample, but without noticing it, she grabbed the wrong vial. Just as she was pouring it into the test tubes, she realized her mistake, but it was too late to do anything about it.

  The bright green liquid was not supposed to touch the test liquids, but she couldn’t stop it any longer. The purple and green liquids melded together in a test tube, spinning wildly for a second as Lila watched with horror. The tube glowed bright pink for a moment and then a loud bang shook the lab, tossing Lila from her seat as the whole laboratory was covered in thick pink smoke. It seeped into her lungs as she heaved for breath, shocked and confused. Her glasses fell off of her nose and disappeared under the table, the girl momentarily blinded by the smoke and her unmistakable blindness.

  Little did she know, the chemist was in for an even bigger surprise that was yet to come.

  CHAPTER TWO

  It took a few moments for Lila to gather herself. Her entire body shook with adrenaline, the scientist trying and failing to compose herself.

  That was so stupid, she chided herself, the voice of Doctor Metley ringing in her ears, warning her of the consequences of working with dangerous chemicals when she was too tired to really pay attention to things. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, but the girl bit her lip and pushed them down. Scientists don’t cry, that’s just showing weakness that the grant boards don’t want to see.

  Finally, with a sigh, the girl hoisted herself up. She would need to check out the damage she had done, before calling the superiors and groveling in front of them. Lila hoped it wouldn’t be too bad - she had heard of colleagues blowing up entire wings and still getting to keep their jobs (“Comes with the territory,” as they would say).

  When Lila managed to get up and dust herself off, she noticed a number of odd things about herself. First and foremost, her clothes suddenly fit very baggily. Her usually rather tight white pants and dull top were loose and baggy around most of her, except for her ass and breasts. It was as if all the bland scientist had been sucked out of her body and rearranged to make for a gorgeous woman. Lila frowned in confusion, her mind trying to wrap around her current predicament but coming up short on all accounts.

  She let her hands slide over her body and her eyes went wide with surprise. Her body was taut and smooth under her touch, her dimples and folds disappeared. Lila’s formerly modest cleavage had been replaced by big, perfectly round tits that threatened to pop right through her shirt and her ass had gone from a flat pancake to deliciously round and perky. Her waist had shrunken and she felt somehow taller, sleeker, like her limbs had been elongated. Lila’s hair had come loose from her strict bun and was cascading over her shoulders and back, no longer a mousy brown, but now thick and blonde like something out of a shampoo commercial.

  She twirled one of the long strands between her fingers, her eyes filled with wonder. Lila’s usually strictly short nails were now long and sharp at the ends, coated with a lush bubblegum pink, which matched the color of her lips. Her cheekbones and brow were higher, her chin smaller and her nose a delicate button instead of the vaguely Jewish one she had sported just a few minutes ago. Nothing was left of her gray eyes, two luminous baby-blue orbs replacing them now, making her look like the picture of sexiness. She had gone from a bland, boring chemist to a bimbo bombshell in the span of a few seconds and she had barely even noticed the transformation.

  The girl looked at herself in wonder, a million questions flying through her head, but quieting slowly to her even greater surprise. Her usually so inquisitive mind was hushing, the scientist becoming less sharp and questioning bit by bit. A wide smile broke on her plush lips, her eyes lighting up with joy. Lila didn’t know what had transformed her body and mind so completely, but she didn’t mind it one bit. Her body felt fantastic, like she had gone from a beaten up Pinto to a roaring Ferrari and it was a surprisingly pleasant change having some peace and quiet in her mind.

  Lila’s hands couldn’t stop crawling over her body in lustful wonder, her new hourglass curves and delicious smoothness sparking a hint of desire in her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her hands were just about to slip under her waistband to see if anything else had changed, when the door to the laboratory was pushed open with a loud bang and the breathless form of Doctor Metley appeared at the doorway, his expression feverish and worried.

  When he saw the blonde woman standing in the middle of the room, next to broken glasses and spilled chemicals, looking like someone who had just stepped out of a Playboy magazine, the man paused in surprise. Lila smiled at him, her interest in discovering herself suddenly waning and being replaced by the need to discover him instead. The stops in her head that usually kept her from acting on the things she wanted were gone. Pure, unfiltered reactions took their place instead. If she wanted something, she had to have it, no matter if it was a sensible thing to do or not. Right now, Lila knew she wanted to fuck the fine doctor and nothing could stop her from doing that.

  “Um, I heard an explosion. Who are you?” he asked, taking a few steps towards her and closing the door behind him. Lila beamed back at him, barely being able to keep her hands off of herself for a few seconds.

  “I’m Lily,” she said, slightly surprised by the name she picked, but not caring enough to think about it. “I don’t know what happened here, but Doctor, I need some help,” she said, her expression changing into a visage of textbook sadness for a trifling second. It was enough to make the man rush over to her, stopping so close that she could feel his breath on her neck, and start looking her over quickly to find any visible wounds or burns.

  “I don’t see anything wrong with you, Lily,” Doctor Metley said with a frown, the girl grinning happily as his hands slid over her. She bit her lip slightly and shrugged off the lab coat she was wearing, giving the scientist a better view of her perfect body. Despite his professionalism, Lily could sense that his heartbeat was growing more rapid and that touching her was turning him on. How could it not, considering how she looked? She shook her head playfully and s
tepped closer to the man, pressing her body against him before he could object.

  “Doctor, I need you. I need you to fuck me, Doctor. I can’t go another minute without cock in me,” she said, raising up on tip-toes and taking his earlobe between her teeth. Lily had a need that couldn’t be ignored and the doctor would just have to help her with it.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The esteemed scientist was dumbfounded, to say the least. The man stood frozen in his spot as Lily nibbled on his earlobe and sucked it between her lush lips, making the man’s skin break out in goose bumps. She had never thought herself capable of doing anything like that, being so forward with what she wanted, but the transformation had changed her body and mind in ways that were much better than before. Lila had found her more confident half, Lily, and she was going to get everything she wanted.

  Lily pulled back from his ear and kissed the man, his lips not budging for a moment, but then kissing her back. She giggled slightly and her hands slid up his stomach and sides, feeling the man’s tight muscles and trained body under her curious fingertips. The would-be researcher didn’t waste any time with exploring the man more, her hands starting to unbutton his shirt and pull off his tie. He was powerless against her, the gorgeous blonde bimbo taking hold of him and waking the carnal side hidden in every man. When a man was faced with such raw sexual need, he could not turn away from it.