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Dylan Kessler was a rich man. He had a beautiful home, a very profitable pharmaceutical company, he had resources and means... but he didn't have anyone to share all of that with. Not because he couldn't find someone that wanted him, quite the contrary. No, it wasn't lack of interest in him that prevented him from having a relationship. It was his very particular tastes. He sighed a bit before heading out of his office to head home for the day.

As he drove home, he thought about the kind of woman he wanted. Imagining her laying out by the pool, a tiny bikini the only thing covering her smooth skin glistening with oil as she tanned in the sun, huge tits and a face made up to look gloriously sexy. Large hoop earrings and long painted nails. He imagine her sucking his cock and loving every second of it, just waiting until he came down her throat or on her face or tits.

He sat at his desk looking over some reports concerning a number of drug trialsthe company was conducting, and made note of the ones that were showing promising results and the one or two that were not. Both were going to need extra rigor. It wouldn't do to have someone claim the company had rigged the trials to get such stellar results.

On his computer, a reminder popped up to tell him that he had a meeting with one of the researchers working on cutting edge research. He didn't really have many notes about what the meeting was about, except the subject, which said simply "Discussion about career advancement". he looked at who had requested it and smiled. He remembered her fondly from school. She hadn't been his type, and was much too headstrong to change her ways, so while they had dated for awhile, things hadn't worked out. He had been happy to hire her a few years ago when her resume came across his desk. After all, those same qualities that made her unsuitable for him made her an excellent researcher.
 
Elizabeth Jackson.

An ambitious middle-aged woman who often dreamed of climbing up to the top of the pharmaceutical and business world alike. What she lacked, was that golden window of opportunity. Though she was incredibly intelligent and crafted in science, she just couldn't find that moment, where she could prove it to herself and the world. It was dog eat dog out there, and what she needed was something that would shock the world...something spectacular. But how could she get that far?

That is...until she got the idea. It happened as she was typing along in her dark study room. It had been so simple all along. He would help her - he would have to. Kessler wanted one thing and one thing only, after all. Smiling, she booked an appointment and confidently, when stating the reason, she simply said out "Oh. Just a discussion about career advancement."

The blonde woman awaited patiently for her appointment, though quite absolutely found herself as confident as she had ever been in her entire life. Her preposition would be big, something that most mothers would never consider; selling out her only daughter. Finally, as the secretary called her in, she grinned and entered the office.

"Good evening Mr. Kessler." Elizabeth stated, her hand on her hip "I'm here to demand a promotion." Now, she expected his answer and continued forth, as to not lose any interest "I know what you are looking for and I think I have it." Putting down some papers onto his desk, she stated "I think I have your dream girl. Or at least, I can get her for you - what I want, is a well deserved promotion."
 
When his secretary had informed him that Miss Jackson was waiting, he told her to send the woman in. He looked towards the door and smiled briefly as he watched her enter the room. "Good Evening, Elizabeth. What can i Do for you? Your note was somewhat vague." And then she said she was here to demand a promotion. Demand?

But without giving him a chance to interject, she continued, explaining that she knew what he wanted in a woman. That much was true, provided she remembered everything he had asked her to do. What was more, she said she could get such a woman.

"This is certainly an intriguing proposition, Elizabeth... I only have two questions... who is this woman you have in mind, and what is it that you think I'm looking for?" It never hurt to be sure about someone.
 
"This is certainly an intriguing proposition, Elizabeth... I only have two questions... who is this woman you have in mind, and what is it that you think I'm looking for?"

"Always looking into the fine details, huh Dylan?" Elizabeth stated, pacing towards the desk. "The woman that I have in mind" the woman continued, reaching for her pocket and pulling out a photo, then putting down in front of her boss "is my own daughter."

As Dylan looked at the photo, Elizabeth went on to say "I know, she isn't exactly what you are looking for. That is, hasn't quite developed into the voluptuous bimbo you've always wanted. But I can change that. I make make her into your own very slut."

She pointed towards the papers and with a sly grin, admitted "I've finished what you hoped to accomplish with that drug trial. It's all right there for your own benefit."
 
Dylan picked up the photo she had placed on his desk to take a look at it. The girl was attractive enough, but looked nothing like the kind of woman he usually dated. When he heard that this girl was Elizabeth's own daughter, he looked at her briefly, and then to the papers she was pointing to.

He picked them up and started to read through what she had brought. After several minutes he set everything down and looked at her levelly. "Just so I understand, you are offering to use drugs and conditioning to turn your own daughter into a bimbo and a slut, give her to me, just so you can have a promotion?"

"Just so we're clear, my 'dream girl', as you called her, is vain and materialistic. She's vapid and without modesty... she'll fuck anything that asks, and loves it all... you want your daughter to act like that?"
 
"Just so we're clear, my 'dream girl', as you called her, is vain and materialistic. She's vapid and without modesty... she'll fuck anything that asks, and loves it all... you want your daughter to act like that?"

Elizabeth chuckled a bit, before shaking her head. "I'm not a monster Dylan, I love my daughter. However...It's dog eat dog and my own success will always come first. You're in business, you should know that. Besides, what she does not know won't hurt her. Hell, she'll come to enjoy everything."

Walking over to his desk, she went near him and as to entice him further; "Come on, I know that you want it. I'll give you my daughter for the promotion. You'll get to have her in the most perfect body. You'll get to fuck her in every way possible. Don't you want that? Besides, if you don't, I could easily get someone else to take the offer. I would simply trust you more with her."
 
"Of course I know that. I also know that sometimes people agree to things before they think it through. Now that I know you have thought this through, and that you are committed, I agree to your proposal. With a few caveats."

He looked at her seriously. "First, your promotion is not to happen right away. You will have your new role no later than when your daughter is delivered to me, and I am satisfied with the results. I may choose to grant you the promotion in advance, but that is on my discretion. Also, I may exercise the right to relocate both you and your daughter so that I can observe your progress with her. Is that acceptable?"
 
"I may choose to grant you the promotion in advance, but that is on my discretion. Also, I may exercise the right to relocate both you and your daughter so that I can observe your progress with her. Is that acceptable?"

Elizabeth grinned, as while he laid the rules down hard on her, she knew that the promotion was as good as hers. After all - she had seen the effects the drugs had on its subjects. So, even with all the conditions that Dylan put into place, she nodded: "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."
 
"Well then," he grinned. "I look forward to meeting my dream girl when you're finished with her." He looked back at the papers detailing her plan. "I would assume you don't want to make the agreement official by signing a contract stipulating what exactly you are going to do, in exchange for a promotion? Since you know me well enough to devise this plan, I trust you also know me well enough to know that I keep my word."

He kept the papers and the photo and walked her to the door. "I look forward to seeing your progress reports, Elizabeth. Shall we say, weekly?"
 
"I look forward to seeing your progress reports, Elizabeth. Shall we say, weekly?"

"Mr. Kessler." Elizabeth stated confidently before leaving the room "I'll think that you'll find that two weeks is more than enough. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

...

The next phase was more secretive, deceptive and sneaky to her plan. Of course, her daughter was a shy type of girl and typically well reserved to herself. That said, telling her what was really going on would cause her to storm off and possibly run away. Elizabeth knew that much. Not to mention, the drug was in a vaccine form, so it wasn't something she could slip into a drink without her noticing. So, Elizabeth waited every two nights for young Amy to fall asleep. Then, managed three times to inject her with the chemicals and hormones without her being of the wiser.

Of course, Elizabeth noticed that perhaps the dosage would be a bit too much to continue on. To have her body changed so quickly might have caused several complications and that was something to be avoided all together. Not only because Amy was her daughter, but also because it would ruin this opportunity. Thus, lower dosages were injected into the young, nineteen year old woman.

The older woman found herself in a tight spot. At this rate, it would take about a month, give or take a few days, for a satisfactory change to occur. Sending a delay notice to Dylan, Elizabeth continued on with her little experiment. By week two, there was some change within her daughter's body - what with her average B cup becoming a C. A week after that, her breasts grew to a D and her backside gained much better form. A week after - Amy noticed that her tummy had become much more toned, along with her legs and that her chest had grown exponentially, to a massive 38G.

Finally, on the 29th day...

Elizabeth teased her "Oh! My daughter is growing so fast!"

"Awh mom! You're embarrassing me!"
"Come on Amy, let's take a few photos..."

Feeling happy with the results, Elizabeth sent the file to Dylan which showed:

Physical progress: Complete
Mental progress: Incomplete

Note: While her body has changed into something you would find satisfactory, her mindset hasn't at all developed. Give me a few more weeks, and that too will be at 100%.




A post-it note was also attached, stating: "PS: How about that promotion?"
 
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He opened the file and retrieved the picture she had given him before this had all started, placing it next to the one that she had included with her status report. Indeed the physical changes had gone very well indeed. Much faster than he had expected, but he figured that her success with her daughter's body had made Elizabeth overconfident about the mind. It was unlikely to take as little as two weeks to overcome a lifetime of lerned behaviour. He wanted to see her methods first hand, however.

He called Elizabeth to his office, and when she arrived he had the file spread out on his desk before him. "I've been looking over your results thus far, and I'm very impressed. The delay wasn't entirely unforseen, so you needn't worry about that. I suspected that your initial estimate of two weeks was far too aggressive."

"As for your promotion, no, not yet. So far your daughter simply has a body more suited to my desires, but I could have done that almost as well simply with plastic surgery... it's the personality of the girl that is the real prize. I want you to take the rest of the week off and use the time to pack your things. I'm going to have to insist that you move into my pool house. I want to be able to observe your methods, and it may help to have her surrounded by the types of things she will be expecting in the end."

"Oh, and how has Amy taken this change she's undergone? I can only imagine it might be a bit, worrying for a 19 year old girl to go from a b cup to a g cup in a month?"
 
Elizabeth knew, as she was called into the office, that the promotion would not be ready for her. The post-it note merely served as a playful reminder. "A week off? That's awfully generous of you Dylan." the woman stated, tossing her hair away from her face "By all means, it shouldn't be too hard to convince my dear daughter to move into a luxurious pool house."

Almost prepared to leave at that very moment, she was interrupted by a question:


"Oh, and how has Amy taken this change she's undergone? I can only imagine it might be a bit, worrying for a 19 year old girl to go from a b cup to a g cup in a month?"

"It wasn't exactly painful for the young woman" Elizabeth explained "more unusual than anything else. The boys of our neighborhood won't leave her alone these days. Your gender and looks, I'll never understand. The rapid change, in the end, was made possible by me. What can I say other than, when you hire the best, you get results."

With a wink, she left home. And so, without even preparing a lengthy conversation with her daughter, as soon as Elizabeth opened the door:

"Amy, pack your things. We'll be moving away."
 
Dylan was waiting for them when they arrived at their new home. There was a side entrance to the estate that led directly to the pool house, but they could also use the front gate if they so wished. She smiled as the two women got out of the car. "Ahh, Elizabeth, Amy, welcome. I'm so glad you took me up on my offer. Amy," He said as he took in the newly voluptuous young woman, "It's been quite a number of years, I don't suppose you remember me?"

She had been just a little girl when he had dated her mother. He had often wondered if it had been Amy herself that had kept Elizabeth from taking him up on his offer so long ago. But seeing her ruthless side now, he had no doubt that she would never have subjected herself to such a change.

"Let me give you the tour." He smiled and waved them both inside their new home.
 
Amy's POV:

"It's been quite a number of years, I don't suppose you remember me?"

Blinking my eyes, I think I could remember...vaguely, if at that. "Of course! Mr. Kessler! Thanks for letting us use your pool house, mom really needed a vacation." I say chuckling a bit "I mean, this past week she has been working pretty hard you know."

Truth be told, I found that my mother had been acting a little...off this month. God, I couldn't imagine why everything was so bizarre. First my body was changing in ways that caused me to believe that I had some sort of illness, then my mother started behaving in even more antisocial ways. Then there were the boys who just wouldn't leave me alone! Good thing I had this vacation coming up, or I might have gone insane.

"Let me give you the tour."

"Thank you!" I exclaimed following them both inside.
 
"Oh don't mention it Sweety. Your mom is an up and comer at work, and based on the results she's been getting lately, I think she has a big promotion coming her way. But don't tell her that." He said conspiratorily, even though her mom was clearly able to hear them.

He led them inside and showed them around. The main feature of the house was that the main floor had a great view of the pool on one side, and the ocean on the other. Upstairs were the bedrooms, and both of them had ensuit baths, with both shower and tub. "I know you're probably dissappointed about no hot tubs in here, but you can use the one out by the pool any time. The pool as well."

He showed them to the kitchen, and then back outside to see the sauna as well. "You two are free to stay as long as you like."
 
The house in of itself was amazing. I mean, I lived with my mother is a pretty rundown neighborhood, as while she was completely obsessed with work, she just didn't have the funds or time to move. Seeing all the amazing rooms available for use was a girl's dream come true! In all truth, I found myself feeling as some sort of princess. "Disappointing? This place is great! Thank you Mr. Kessler!"

Finally outside, I said "I don't think that I'll ever leave this place!"

However, my mother seemed preoccupied as she asked our host: "Mr. Kessler? Mind if we shared a quick word?" Great. I hope she wouldn't screw this up...
 
"Please, it's Mr. Kessler at the office. Here, Call me Dylan. And that goes for you too, Amy." He said with a smile. "Why don't you get settled in a little bit while I talk to your mom."

He walked with Elizabeth across the patio separating the two buildings and into his, much larger home. "Please, have a seat. What is it you would like to discuss? Though I think I have an idea."
 
"Sure thing Mr- I mean, Dylan." I said with a smile before heading back to explore the house a bit. Gee, a girl could get used to this kind of vacation...

Elizabeth POV:

The older woman glanced back, making sure that Amy was out of sight. Coming up close, she informed her boss: "Well, as you can see the vaccination did wonders to her body. However, I couldn't quite make it subdue her mind - that's something that was beyond my control. Doing so would have cause the risk for some neurological complications." But before Dylan could respond "But - I'm not helpless. I've devised a pill that dissolves into liquid. With that...her libido will be charged and she'll succumb much easier to psychological and behavioral change."
 
"Yes, I can indeed see the results in the flesh. And I'm not surprised that the drug cocktail didn't have an effect on her mind." He listened to her plan going forward and nodded his head. "Alright, start her on the drugs as soon as possible. Persuade her to be open about her sexuality with you, and everyone else. If she starts to question the changes in her sex drvie, we can brush it off as a change in environment allowing her to relax and be more free."

He went to get them a drink and came back with 3 glasses. "Dissolve her first pill in her drink, and then we can bring it out to her."
 
"Alright, start her on the drugs as soon as possible. Persuade her to be open about her sexuality with you, and everyone else. If she starts to question the changes in her sex drvie, we can brush it off as a change in environment allowing her to relax and be more free."

"Agreed." Elizabeth said with a grin. The promotion was getting closer and closer by the second. She figured that within a month's time - that they both would be fully satisfied with the end's result of their little experiment.

"Dissolve her first pill in her drink, and then we can bring it out to her."

"Give me a minute and I'll be at the kitchen with the drink ready." Elizabeth said "Unfortunately, I do not keep the pills on me."
 
"Silly me, I should have expected you to not have them on you at all times." He chuckled and grabbed a drink tray, putting all 3 glasses on it before handing it to her. "Here, you take this and I'll go distract her. If she starts to suspect something is happening to her and looks back at events, it will be less suspicious if her mother is the one bringing her things that a drug is traditionally hidden in." The last thing he wanted was for Amy to suspect him of drugging her or doing anything untoward to her, and as a man she barely knows, he is a likely candidate.

Just the fact that Amy and Elizabeth moved into his pool house would be a potential red flag. He didn't want anything else to point to him, even if he wasn't the one doing it.

He walked out with Elizabeth and into the pool house where they parted company. He found Amy in one of the bedrooms and knocked on the door. "Your mother is getting some drinks for the 3 of us. While she's not here, I just wanted to say that I hope this didn't come at a bad time. I can remember being your age and having 'family trips' be something I dreaded."
 
Elizabeth nodded from his concerns, and consoled him: "Will do. And I wouldn't worry about it Dylan." with a grin on her own face, just as she began to walk away "You'll have my daughter on all fours before you even know it."

Amy's POV:

I was in what I assumed was my bedroom, seeing as most of my things were placed orderly outside of it. I even took the liberty of placing some of my books onto the nearby desk over viewing the window that gave out a beautiful view of the nearby pool. I glanced back, hearing a knock on the door.

"Oh hey Dylan." I greeted with a smile. I chuckled softly at your concerns and reply "No no, don't worry about it. This trip couldn't have come by at a better time. I've had quite a few worries going on, so this place is a grand haven than anything else."

Soon after I spoke those words, I heard my mother call us to the kitchen:
"Okay you two, drinks are ready!"
 
He motioned for Amy to the lead way down to the living room, and followed her down the hall. As he did he watched her ass move and saw glimpses of her breasts sway back and forth as she walked. He remembered Elizabeth's statement before they had left his house. You'll have my daughter on all fours before you even know it.

Dylan started to imagine what she might be like when all of this was through, and smiled as he pictured it. Amy, naked except for stockings and high heels, on all fours, he face made up to look like a whore. Maybe a couple piercings, maybe a couple tattoo's. A lustfull look on her face as she moaned in wanton, uninhibited pleasure as he fucked her cunt hard from behind. Her huge tits swinging forward and back with each powerful thrust into her, and her body covered in sweat, drips of it falling from her large erect nipples.

He grinned to himself as they entered the living room and he took the drink offered to him. "Cheers, Ladies." He said warmly with a smile. "I don't intend to stay long, I don't want to keep you from settling in and relaxing. You both deserve it."
 
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