Sleight of Mind

"Don't worry about that, Becky." said Ramon brusquely, pulling Becky along by the hand. Becky was always more submissive and pliable when naked, and what he was about to do would need her to be eating out of his hand. "All the guys have seen everything already, right? So it shouldn't be an issue." Becky's eyebrows wrinkled as she gave this some thought, then she broke into a sunny, innocent smile and nodded.

Ramon pulled Becky aside into the corner used by the costume designers. It was mildly out of the way, but certainly not hidden from the rest of the workshop floor. Ramon could see several of the workers getting back to their workstations from where he stood.

Becky looked up into Ramon's face, feeling the difference between his big, muscled, fully-clothed bulk and her petite, shivering, nude body. For some reason, situations like this, where Ramon held all of the power, respect, and control at her expense seemed to turn her on like nothing else. She was glad and disappointed at the same time that he had pulled her away from that horrible poker game. It had been powerfully, deeply humiliating to be stripped naked in front of all those big, rough men. Especially since she had looked down on them so much up until recently. She didn't feel that way ever since her boss told her to be nicer to them. Despite their dirty, slightly scary exteriors, they were really nice boys who treated her really well, even if they were sometimes a little naughty.

"We need to talk, Becky." Said Ramon, cupping her face in one strong hand while giving her a serious look.

Ramon was just soooo handsome, especially when he was being so business-like and take-charge. Becky was already all juicy from thinking about what those naughty boys at the poker game wanted to do with her, and all she wanted right now was to make her big, manly boss happy. Becky eagerly sank to her knees in front of the tall older man, running her little hands up and down the bulge in the front of his pants. "Why don't you talk and I listen, boss?" She said with a giggle, "I can think of something a lot more fun to do with my mouth."

"Right here on the workshop floor, Becky? What if someone sees you, you little slut?" Said Ramon with a shake of his head. Becky was really good at reading Ramon's moods at this point, however, and it was obvious that he approved of the idea immensely. In seconds she had fished his hard cock out of his pants and had her lips wrapped around it, slurping happily.

Becky didn't remember enjoying blowjobs this much before, but with Ramon it was different. Something about the humble act of submission, kneeling in front of her powerful boss and concentrating on his pleasure above her own, set off a smoldering fire of lust inside her. As she felt the throbbing power of his rock-hard penis in her mouth, her hand reached between her legs, and she began playing with herself, as had become her habit. Ramon was droning on about contracts, mental incapability, and a lot of big words that were the kind of things smart bosses like him had to worry about. She bobbed her head deeper and deeper, opening her throat to welcome Ramon's length deep inside her. She was proud of how good she had gotten at deepthroating. With a little warm-up, she could even take Ramon's long thick cock fully to the hilt. It was her favorite way to show her beloved boss her total abject submission to his desires. She did it now, feeling Ramon's length invade and stretch and fill her throat as she looked up at him with loving, upturned eyes.

"So, to put it simply," said Ramon, unable to hold back a grin, " Me and the investors have decided to drop you from the show and make it a solo performance."

Becky's eyes widened further, this time in shock, as she backed away, coughing and spluttering. "You're firing me?!" She managed to get out hoarsely.

"Not firing exactly, no." Said Ramon. "More like 'no longer believing you can fulfill the contract'. You spend ninety percent of your time flirting with the craftsmen, and from what I have seen, you are no longer able to perform magic."

Becky was still shocked, her mind unable to process the betrayal. "That's not true boss!" She whined, "I'm super good at magic! People pay me to do it!" Becky was suddenly scared. Although she had been taking a thought vacation from thinking about money for a while now, she was aware that her merchandising business was essentially dead at this point after the boycott. She had been counting on this show to keep her afloat.

"OK then." Said Ramon with a disbelieving tone, "Make this disappear. It's a little large, but Vanishing things is your specialty, so it should be easy for you." He pulled an odd object out of his pocket. It was a large, bright-orange, fake carrot with cartoony green leaves sticking out of one end. He handed it to Becky, who took it hesitantly. It was made from some sort of rubbery, soft material with a rigid core inside. Easy. Like Ramon said, it was maybe a little large for easy Vanishing tricks, but she had been making things disappear since she was a girl. It was the very first kind of trick she had learned and was still her go-to. All it would take was a little twist of her hand, and...

*THUMP*

The carrot toy hit the floor. Becky blushed. Ramon didn't say anything, but his raised eyebrow told her all she needed to know. Maybe she was a little out of practice. And horny. That was distracting her. She just needed to concentrate. She quickly picked up the carrot again and with a little flick of her wrist...

*THUMP*

The carrot hit the ground again, several feet away this time. "Wait, wait!" She said desperately as Ramon held back a laugh, "I can do this, boss! Stop laughing, I'm serious!"

But Ramon had seen enough. He sat down on a chair and shook his head, his cock still standing stiff at attention "I'm sorry Becky. I'm afraid there is just no place for you here as a magician any more."

Becky slumped, defeated and despairing. Where could she go now? What could she do? Magic had been her whole life. And now she would also be apart from Ramon...

"Come here, Becky." Said Ramon gently, patting his lap. With her head hanging in sorrow, Becky did as she was told, eager to please her boss while she was still his employee. She sat facing away from him so that he wouldn't see her sad face, scooting back so that his long cock pushed up between her smooth, naked thighs. Her hands instinctively dropped to it, caressing the leaking head of Ramon's dick as he continued to talk. "I think that there is a way for you to continue working on the show!" He said, his voice bright and enthusiastic. Becky felt a spark of hopeful joy shoot through her heart. "Really, boss?" She said, turning her head to look him in the eye, her hands twisting and pulling on his cock. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, there is one position that I haven't hired yet," said Ramon, luxuriating In The feel of Becky's small hands working his cock.

"My assistant."

Becky's hands froze. A ghost of Becky's former self spluttered to life, raising a protest. She hated assistants. Glittering, simpering eye candy designed to wave and look good while the real magicians used them as props. "I...I don't know, boss..." She said slowly. A battle was going on in her mind. The last remnants of the cocky, opinionated self insisted that being Ramon's obedient assistant was too degrading to consider. Her new, subservient, horny self couldn't help but look forward to working directly under Ramon, at his beck and call at all times. She hesitated.

"Come on," whispered Ramon in her ear in a low, coaxing tone, "Don't you want to make me happy? If you were my assistant, all you would have to do is smile and wave and listen to what I say. No stressful thinking required. It's a perfect job for a silly little bimbo like you." He lifted her hips with his big powerful hands and positioned her so that his cock was right at the entrance of her pussy, exerting gentle pressure. He held her there, right on the edge of penetration.

Becky could feel her mind growing numb, her inner protests growing quieter as it became harder to think. Suddenly all that she wanted was to feel Ramon's thick, hot cock filling her up. She wanted his attention, his approval, his control. Right now, being reduced to a prop designed to make him look good on stage didn't seem like such a big sacrifice. She would do anything for him.

"Yes, boss!" She moaned.

"Yes what?" demanded Ramon, still holding her in that maddening position, so close to the deep penetration her pussy demanded.

"Yes! Please make me your slutty little bimbo assistant! Please booooosssss!" her last word stretched into a scream of pleasure as Ramon's cock slid slowly into her dripping pussy, filling her completely with his powerful length. How had Becky been missing this her whole life before Ramon? The red hot, filthy wrongness of complete submission. She grunted with animalistic pleasure as she moved her hips with long, slow liquid strokes up and down Ramon's shaft, tensing the muscles of her tight pussy to milk his cock with every upstroke. She didn't even notice as more and more workmen stopped what they were doing to sneakily stroke at the erotic show she was giving them.

Ramon planted hot kisses on her neck as she rode him, his stubble tickling her pleasantly. "Now that you're my assistant, we are going to need to make some changes," he said between kisses, his voice dripping with amusement, "first, a change in wardrobe." he reached over and flipped a switch, illuminating a shadowy corner of the wardrobe area.

Becky gasped, thrown off her rhythm for a moment. A mannequin under the spotlight was wearing an exact replica of the pink bunny-girl costume in that filthy concept drawing. Sparkly, tight, and slutty, with big stiff pink bunny ears. The drawing itself had been pinned to the front of the mannequin, allowing a direct comparison. Becky's eyes greedily ran over the drawing again, a dark thrill spiraling through her belly as she realized that she would look just like that soon. Soon other people would see her with the same lustful eyes that she pointed at the drawing. Ramon seemed to have anticipated her shock and dug his fingers into her fleshy hips as he began thrusting up into her from below, making her feel the powerful thrusts of his hips as her greedy pussy took his cock.

"Of course, we will need to change your stage name as well," he said as he pulled Becky down onto his throbbing cock, "people associate 'Becky' too much with that frigid witch you used to be. Your new name... is Bunny."

Bunny moaned as she began enthusiastically grinding her hips downward again. Her boss had taken away her power and her self-respect, and now was remodeling her identity as he saw fit. The sick, twisted idea sent hot sparks through her whole body.

Ramon's hand landed with a crack on her bobbing ass. "What is your name, girl?"

"B-bunny, sir! I'm your slutty Bunny!"

Ramon's hand slid up, holding Bunny's slender white throat in a possessive grip. She threw her head back, accepting his dominant grasp, filling his nose with the sweet, feminine scent of her silky hair. For a moment there were no more words: their bodies slapped together in the brutal rhythm of conqueror and conquered as their grunts and moans filled the air.

"Your hair." Said Ramon roughly, "Black suited Becky, but I think Bunny is a blonde."

"Yes, siiir! I'll bleach it, boss! I want to be a dumb blonde for you!" Moaned Bunny, her pussy spamming and tensing around her boss's pounding cock as the chauvinist pig made life choices for her.

"And most important of all," growled Ramon, moving his hands to Bunny's chest, "This flat, embarrassing, little girl's chest is going to change." His fingers and thumbs latched on to Bunny's tender nipples, cruelly tight, and tugged, pulling them outward, drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure from Bunny's mouth. It all came crashing down on her at once: the snarky comments from other girls in the locker rooms, the crude disparaging comments from cute boys, the half-joking put downs about her she read online. The shame and inadequacy she had buried her whole adult life over her lacking chest came roaring back in the pain and stimulation of Ramon's rough play with her nipples.

"You are going to graduate from this tiny little nothing of a chest to Big..." He twisted her aching nipples, still keeping up the rapid rhythm of his thrusts, "Fucking..." He rubbed the suffering nubs between his rough thumbs and forefingers, " Tits." And with this he pulled them out again, drawing a hiss from Bunny as she frantically slammed her hips down on Ramon's cock faster and faster, craving more and more sensation.

"Finally these big slutty nipples will sit on some fat fucking udders like they were always meant to," grunted Ramon as he thrust upwards with furious intensity, "I want you to have such massive silicone melons that men can't see you without imagining their hard cocks sliding between them. I want them all to image your massive jiggling mammaries bouncing in their face while you fuck them like the whore you are. I want you to be embarrassed to leave the house because of all the stiff dicks you cause wherever you go."

Bunny groaned, the pain and pleasure causing a deep animal sound to pour from her throat. The workmen weren't even pretending anymore: just openly stroking their cocks as they saw their former bitchy boss get roughly fucked toward a sloppy, shameful orgasm. Bunny's eyes opened, and they fixed on the drawing of the bunny girl, confident, slutty, and fucking stacked. That was her. That was what Ramon wanted; what she wanted as well. "Yes!" She panted, "Yes! I want them! I want to drive all the boys crazy with my big fake tits! Please, Boss, make me your big-titted bimbo bunny girl!"

Ramon gripped her hips tight, and pulled himself deep inside Bunny as he fired his thick hot jizz into her spasming pussy. Bunny's hands flew up to replace Ramon's on her nipples, twisting and pulling and pinching even harder than Ramon had, driving her to screaming orgasm as Ramon's cock twitched and throbbed inside her, spilling the last of his load.

Across the warehouse, workers finished their business and returned to work before Bunny was recovered enough to notice. Bunny snuggled up against her boss, and Ramon allowed her five minutes of afterglow before gently pushing her off his lap.

"I wasn't just dirty talking, Bunny." He said brusquely, walking Bunny back to the impromptu poker table to retrieve her clothes, cum leaking slowly down her legs, "I've already made you an appointment with a doctor friend of mine. He does excellent work. Don't worry about the cost either, it's a business expense, so I've convinced the investors to cover it for the good of the show."

Bunny gulped. Now that she had come down from her orgasm, this suddenly felt a little too real.

Ramon turned to her with a frown. "Tomorrow will work for you, right? You don't have anything else planned?"

Bunny let her worries drift away. Ramon was her boss, and he knew what was best for her.

"Tomorrow works great!" She said with a sunny smile.

...

(Months ago, during Faria's programming session with Becky...)

Faria yawned. It was getting late. She had been forced to start this particular programming session later than usual because of her cover story. It was time to quit playing around and end this quickly.

"Why do you assume you are better than everyone else?" she asked, cutting right to the heart of the matter.

"Because I'm smarter than everyone else." Said Becky simply. She looked tired as well, not just from the late hour, but from the mental and sexual exertion Faria had been putting her through. "Once upon a time, whoever was stronger could take anything they wanted from the weak. Nowadays, brains are the new brawn. The smart can take anything they want from the stupid." She shrugged lazily, a smug smile on her face. "That's just the way the world works."

"How delightfully Darwinian." Said Faria, leaning forward to lean her chin on a hand. "I wonder if you will see things the same way when you find yourself lower down the intellectual food chain."

Becky looked like he was about to respond, but Faria was beyond the point of unnecessary chit-chat.

*Programming mode. Dumb. Silent. Peaceful.*

*As a dumb slut, it is my duty to serve and pleasure my superiors.*

Ooh, little miss know-it-all did not like this phrase one little bit. Her face looked like she had bit a lemon as she spat out the words of the command.

*I'm so gullible. Guys can trick me into doing almost anything, especially if they are cute.*

"-they are cute." said the exhausted magician through gritted teeth.

Faria snapped her fingers. This session had gone on for long enough. Time for the last few questions, so she could get out of here...

...

"Show me." Said Ramon in a smoldering voice. His eyes glittered posessively as he looked with pride at the sex toy he had made out of Becky. It had been a few months since her operation, and the doctor had finally pronounced her completely healed, just in time for opening night in a few days. Dr. Caine had been expensive, but the man was an artist. Bunny now had massive, gravity-defying fake tits that dominated her torso, finally balancing out and harmonizing with her thick hips and ass, creating an hourglass body that oozed sleazy sex appeal. Her once, straight black hair was now bleached, wavy blond, and her pale complexion had been fake-tanned into a healthy glow.

Right now, Bunny's impressive breasts were just barely covered by the skimpy bunny outfit. Dr. Caine had made an estimation of the cup size that the reference drawing had, but in the end, Ramon hadn't been able to resist going two cup sizes beyond that. It made the costume even tighter and sluttier, with a real chance of a wardrobe malfunction on stage. That was a risk that Ramon was willing to take.

Right now, Bunny's eyes were sparkling with triumph, and her lips were pursed. Cartoony fake green leaves poked out from between her pink, glossy lips. On Ramon's command, she opened her mouth, and the long slimy length of the fake carrot emerged from her throat, dripping with thick saliva. "Tada!" she said, giggling and bouncing with glee, her pink bunny ears wobbling cutely, even that small movement almost dislodging her costume from her enormous tits. "I'm getting reeeally good at making things disappear, right boss? Maybe I can be a magician again soon!"

"Maybe Bunny," said Ramon with a smile, "But I'm sorry to say that I could still see the leaves."

Bunny stamped her foot in annoyance, causing her huge bolt-on knockers to wobble amusingly. "It's not fair, boss! I can't fit the leaves! If I push the carrot any further, I'll swallow it!"

"Don't worry," said Ramon soothingly, pulling Bunny close and squeezing one of her new, ripe tits, "I'm sure you'll think of a way of disappearing the carrot. Just keep using that big brain of yours." Bunny cooed with delight at his firm grip on her breast, and her hands immediately dived between his legs, working eagerly at his button and zipper. Ramon dodged away, laughing. He had already taken Bunny's new body for a test drive after the doctor's appointment, and as satisfying an experience as that had been, he had bigger plans for tonight.

"Well, it is the last week of work with all of the boys." Said Ramon sadly, watching Bunny's face as her little brain slowly absorbed what he was saying, "In a few days everything they built will be moved over to the theater, and their job will be over."

"Awwww," said Bunny with a pout, "I will miss all those guys. They were so sweet!" In fact, the workers had been going crazy with horniness over the past few months. Dr. Caine had insisted on a strict no-touching policy until Bunny was completely healed, so Ramon had set very strict guidelines. He had thought up a great way to reward them for their restraint tonight.