Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, humiliation, discipline, punishment, forced exhibition, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

She has been yearning for his attention, but she didn't expect this ?
Melanie has never been outgoing around her coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that she begins to regret her isolation in the work place. For weeks she silently hungers for his attention, until she is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Philip Reese has been painfully aware of her desire for his attention, and he intends to punish her for the inappropriate means she has employed to distract him from his professional duties.

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"Sit," he instructed, indicating one of the soft-cushioned couches against the far wall.
Obediently I took a place against the arm-rest and watched him pour himself a drink from the bar against the wall.
"I'm sure you can imagine how I've been wanting to dig my fingers into you for these past two weeks now," he said, turning back to me and sipping from his high ball. "Dear lord, the way you've been tempting me. And the way you've been dressing. It's been absolute torture. I hope you know you'll pay for that."
"I - me?" I asked, taken aback by the sudden change in his tone.
"These tight outfits that barely containing that beautiful, soft body. Those plunging necklines that hint at more and more. At first the clothes were very conservative, weren't they? But every passing day you insisted on upping the stakes. I never thought a woman could be so quiet despite the fact she spent all her time screaming for me to pull her into a closet."
I playing nervously with the high hem of my skirt. In retrospect, I had to concede that my unspoken hunger for his attention had begun to affect my wardrobe choices in an undeniable way.
"You could have come to me on the very first day and I would have fucked you over my desk without a second thought. But instead, you wanted to make it difficult. You wanted to flit around, quiet and shy, revealing a bit more thigh and a bit more cleavage until you'd made me absolutely crazy. I don't think that was very fair."
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, alpha male biker outlaws and BBWs, multiple partners, public sex and humiliation, lactation, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, exhibitionist themes, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Cindy Hancase is all business, all the time, and it's her willingness to do anything to get ahead that's helped her build her little clothing line into a full-fledged fashion brand. But she's taken things just a little too far when she turns to moneylaundering to help her struggling bottom line, a decision that brings her in contact with types of men she might not be ready to handle.

Now when she tells the outlaw MC president she needs to take a break from their agreement, he seems to want to help and offers her a pill that will help her focus and get her books in order. But soon, she finds out that helping her get ahead wasn't exactly what he had in mind, and the drug he's given her is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Parts of her body might get enhanced, but her brain certainly won't be one of them.

Before she knows what's happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings ...

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What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn't left me since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my needy body.

"No, it wasn't. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised you haven't figured it out yet."

"What do you mean?" I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I giggled a little nervously.

"It's a drug that makes people look and feel like you're looking and feeling right now."

"Horny?" I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. "Exactly, sweet thing. Exactly. But don't you worry, we've got a good idea what to do about it."

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
There's nothing hotter than a sexy, curvy professional woman who gets a little incentive to let loose where it's completely inappropriate and gives the handsome alpha males who work around her the final incentive to do what they've been thinking about for a long time and do it as hard and fast as they want. These three stories capture moments like that, with the added heat of a medical exam, an outlaw MC gang, and a public presentation.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, voluptuous BBWs subjected to potent aphrodisiacs, alpha male biker outlaws, a medical exam, a billionaire older man and younger fertile woman, body transformation, multiple partners and gangbangs, anal sex and double penetration, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

This three story bundle includes the following titles from Miranda Cruz, previously only available as stand-alone books:

- Accomodating the Biker Gang (BBW Bimbo MC Menage and Aphrodisiac Erotica)

- The Bimbo Pill and the Board Meeting (BBW Bimbo Menage MMF and Office Exhibition Erotica)

- The Doctor, The Boss, and the Bimbo Pill (BBW Bimbo MFM Menage and Medical Exam Erotica)


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"Lacey," he said, sounding a little surprised, "I wouldn't have thought you'd be one to get so dolled up for a client." He ran his glittering amber eyes over me in appreciation. "You must be desperate if you come looking like this to try to distract me. But don't worry, I can enjoy the view and run circles around your proposal all at the same time."

I blushed in spite of myself but recovered quickly. "I always knew you were a pig, Derren. You don't have to go out of your way to prove it each time we see each other."

He grinned. "Oh, but you really have no idea," he said low enough that he was sure we wouldn't be overheard. "That's all I want, Lacey: a chance to show you just how depraved I can be. One night, me, you, and a pair of handcuffs." He gestured at my chest. "Bring those juicy things, too, if you don't mind. I don't know where you usually hide them."

"A pair of handcuffs?" I asked, doing my best to sound amused instead of intrigued. "I suppose you know you're not man enough to handle me unless you can tie me down."

He laughed. "You misunderstand. The handcuffs aren't for anything sexual. They're to keep you from chasing after me when I leave."

Unable to come up with a good response, I gave him a sarcastic smile and pushed past him to join the defense table.

As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was wet. Derren Alcress had gotten me wet, and he probably had known he was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at his lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across from me. It doesn't matter if you're attracted to him, I told myself. That won't stop you from beating him. Nothing about his dark, handsome face or his suave confidence or the way I found myself imagining him standing hungrily over me, powerless in handcuffs – none of that would distract me, I told myself.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
Fresh out of college, Tracy Gelman has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she's just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. Peter Asheville. Little does the curvy young woman realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he's prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he'll be willing to share.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Becoming His Curvy Test Subject follows Tracy's transformation into a willing sex toy over the course of the three part series, now combined in a single volume.

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I lived in a rhythmic haze, at times completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn't about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a voluptuous sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Samprez and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn't immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn't have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Samprez were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my welcoming body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Samprez in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn't want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn't care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.
It's been two years since Cassie's been home from college, but she hasn't forgotten Mr. Polk. Her handsome wealthy neighbor always awed and thrilled her as a girl. Cassie's mother volunteers her to keep house for the Polks while she's home over the summer, and when Mr. Polk sees the full-bodied woman she's become, it's obvious she's not the little girl next door anymore.It's been two years since Cassie's been home from college, but she's not likely to forget Mr. Polk. Her handsome wealthy neighbor always awed and thrilled her as a girl, but she never expected that she could have the same effect on him.

Cassie's mother volunteers her to keep house for the Polks while she's home over the summer, and when Mr. Polk sees the young, full-bodied woman she's become, it's quite obvious she's not the little girl next door anymore. He knows it's wrong to want her, and even worse to act on those desires, but it's becoming more and more obvious that he just won't be able to stop himself.

And when he takes his untouched new maid, all that pent-up lust is sure to burst through a lot faster and harder than the young woman is ready to handle.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Sitter series with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, forced exhibition, public humiliation, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Made to Show My Curves contains three BBW BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, forced exhibition, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.

Made to Show My Curves
Erica's dominant, Jonathon, has come up with an interesting way to involve her in a dinner party he intends to throw for some of his old law school friends. Although she is self-conscious around the high society that Jonathon moves in, he is going to have her serve the food over the course of the evening and has designed a very special outfit for her to wear for the occasion. The guests of the party will be given buttons to trigger a vibrating harness underneath Erica's dress and are encouraged to use it as a way of thanking her for her good service. If that weren't enough, an already horrified Erica is told that the penalty of spill or misstep will be to serve dessert without the harness, or the dress. As the night unfolds, her attempts to avoid this terrifying prospect may accomplish nothing but to place her at the center of a spectacle more provocative than anything originally planned.

Made to Show My Curves: Too Much to Hide
Since coming to live with her dominant Jonathon, neglect and boredom have become things of Erica's past. When she finishes her to do list and goes to him for a little excitement and attention, little does she know that he has in mind will bring her as much excitement and attention as she will be able to handle. Although Jonathon begins their outing by bribing Erica with a gift from a sex shop, he is well aware that she secretly enjoys his hobby of putting her in compromising and often humiliating public situations. Her secret's safe with him, of course, but as for the rest of what she might try to keep covered up ? it's all fair game.

Made to Show My Curves: Stealing the Show
Jonathon has found a new toy, and he believes he has a way to program it so that it will measure a woman's arousal. When he catches Erica ogling a group of male models across the street from where they are having dinner, he decides to bring her in on his little experiment. If she can control herself and her body's responses while sitting through a male underwear fashion show, she'll be free to spend the rest of her vacation exactly how she wants. Eager to please and a little tipsy, Jen boasts that the challenge will be easy, but Robert knows her too well. For each threshold you pass on the thermometer, he adds, you take off a piece of clothing right there and then. Erica agrees, secretly turned on by such high stakes, but she knows that if she isn't careful, arousal and humiliation will form a compounding feedback loop that will leave her the center of an impromptu exhibition more than sufficient to steal the show.
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