TNF: Undercover Bimbo (TNF: Home for Thanksgiving Pt 2)

This is a sequel to TNF: Home for Thanksgiving and have been thinking, would this would work as a full story?

Sally sat in the guest bedroom of her sister's boyfriend's holiday villa, her undercover work had been going great, who knew having to spend time at the gym with Simone might be what launched her career. Sure, she had to get into the part, running her finger over her plump lips, examining her skin which was covered in fake tan, the weight of her hoop earrings and not to mention the most obvious sacrifice, the two large orbs of silicone now attached to her chest, she couldn't believe she had went along with that, how did anyone live with them, they bounced around even in a bra, the bras in her new size also for some reason were the heavily padded push up ones that made them look even bigger and faker. Simone had even got her to replace her entire wardrobe, goodbye jeans and high-tops, hello miniskirts and stripper heels.

It had all been worth it though, she had found out what Betterlife, Nu-You, the entire Fast Exercise Muscle trend was, it had all been so obvious once she put the pieces together and the dinner she had just had with Paul's dad proved it, he had practically confessed to it when she asked him, he had even said he'd come to her room and tell her everything on the record. She was so giddy she was having trouble setting up her camera, giggling as she noticed how good her boobs looked in the camera, unzipping the front of her onesie that Paul had gotten her, it was rather thin meaning her nipples were clearly visible through it plus the way it was cut meant the large bubble butt she had got from going to the gym was left fully exposed. Giggling she began to rub and squeeze her breasts before being interrupted by a knock at the door "You can like come in Mr Stockard" she said as Paul's father Graham Stockard entered. 

"Please, you know what i said to call me" Graham said, a rather attractive older man in his late 60s, Sally blushed, god did she really have too?

"ok, sorry daddy, so um, can I ask you some questions?" she asked, forgetting to zip up her onesie "Cause I, like know what you did to my sister, I mean brother, I like know you changed him, I know the truth about Fast Exercise Muscle"

"Oh and what is that?" Graham asked

"You like draw guys in, the weak ones, the ones not contributing to society, the losers and outcasts with a promise of making them like hot and sexy" Sally said

"Like you" Graham smirked.

Making Sally blush and giggle "yes Daddy" confused, why did she say that? 

"You then like, use hypnosis and stuff to make them be all girly and dumb then once you've got them all like fully hypnotised you change them, turn them into dumb basic bimbos" Sally said, not noticing she was sitting with her legs spread, her onesie clinging tightly to her crotch, a damp spot forming.

"Correct, they go from being drains on society to a benefit, well in a way, society needs hard workers sure but it also needs the big spenders and who spends more money than the vapid, looks obsessed women. Trophy wives, social media influencers, dumb bimbos who get their nails done every week, these women drive the wheels of capitalism but unfortunately, there isn't enough of them therefore, we decided to create our own, I mean seriously, would your brother have contributed anything to society?" Graham said "Now he does, I mean sure he has went through so many girlfriends I've lost count but every girl I've made for him has went on to be a successful influencer, trophy wife to a rich husband, hell we even have a whole show prepared, FEMWAY 12 scrawny young men duke it out to see who will be the best, of course we'll throw in a few fakes, guys who'll actually turn out like what we claim while the rest proudly realise their new lives as being subservient whores"

"I'll stop you, I have your confession and like all the evidence to shut you down" Sally said slowly riding the pillow that was now between her legs

"Oh really, what evidence, those documents you stole?" Graham said picking them up "all I see are the confidential doctor's notes of a client undergoing gender therapy, that's hardly evidence unless you enjoy outing trans people, you aren't a bigot are you Sally?"

"N-No Daddy" Sally blushed humping the pillow hard, her breasts jiggling around but she seemed oblivious

"And your notes, don't think I haven't noticed you scribbling them down, although what's this" he said grabbing her notebook "little doodles of love hearts and I love Pauls big cock and oh isn't that cute, you spell your name Salli with a little love heart over the I and how you've been fucking Paul behind your sister's back, you naughty girl"

Sally's eyes widened "Like that's not my book, I didn't write those things....did I?" her head starting to hurt as she realised what she was doing and tried to stop, had he hypnotised her?  "But i told my friends at the paper"

"Oh you told them what? I called your paper, it seems you asked to be transferred to the fashion column, being an investigative journalist was soooo boring and you wanted to do stuff that really mattered" Graham said as he stood up and walked towards the camera as Sally tried to fight back, feeling her hands move at their own accord, squeezing her nipples and rubbing her crotch.

"mmmmNo, i'm like...Not a....please Daddy....I'm a...I'm a Jorn...Journa...Jiggly big titted...No, I'm a Dumb, submissive" she moand unzipping her onesie completely and kicking it off "No, I won't...I WON'T...I'm a Dirty...No...Please, I'm a..aa..a.a.a.aaaaa...I'm a slut...I'll do anything for Daddy...Nooo, I...I..."she whimpered as she tried to stop herself, she wasn't going to pleasure herself in front of some dirty old pervert.

Feeling her finger go inside she gasped, fingering herself felt like she was rubbing her brain, she had to stop, she was like smart and stuff, she wasn't like a total bimbo, she like could totally.....um, what was she thinking about again? Feeling drool drip from her mouth she looked up at Daddy recording her, oh my gawd she had totally forgot to hit record "So Salli, why do you want to be a coach on FEMWAY?"

Salli giggled "Because those boys need some inspiration, either they'll end up inside me or end up like me" winking at the camera as she orgasmed, squealing and moaning the last bits of the old Sally away while Graham just smiled, he loved it when they fought back, the look in their eyes as they realised it was all for nothing, feeling himself getting hard he looked at the panting Salli.

"Ah what the hell, its Christmas" he said making sure the door was locked before unbuckling his belt, the distant moans of Simone from down the corridor letting him know he wouldn't be interrupted.