[Bimbofication, Yuri]

In the world of business, it doesn't take much for the status quo to be turned on its head. Elizabeth knew that much, considering she had been on the giving end of such a shakeup once before. She just put all of her funds into destabilizing a company that she wasn't too fond of, and she ended up taking it over completely before she knew it. She was very well acquainted with the small details of hostile takeovers like that. In fact, she considered herself a bit of an expert.

And yet in her 20 years of running this company to the best of her ability, directing her employees to maximize profits and remain on top so she couldn't be ousted, all it took to turn her life on its head was a gal half her age deciding that she wanted to be the owner of a company. Which was how she ended up a couple of million bucks richer, and yet at the same time ended up demoted to little more than a secretary.

A simple glance in the full-sized mirror, and Elizabeth could already see that her expression was... Well, it was radiating hate and venom. Of course it was. She was beyond furious at how things had turned out. That, combined with the fact that she just had to wear this loathsome outfit that emphasized her features... Even though she had wanted her secretary to wear a tight suit that really brought attention to her breasts and an equally short pencil skirt that made it difficult to keep her bottom covered, to be on the receiving end of such fashion choices made her blood boil.

"Calm down, Elizabeth. Calm down." The older woman muttered as she slowly pushed up her glasses, all while casting a glance at herself. If she were to look away from the way that her curvaceous body was leaking out and practically invited everyone to stare at her for hours on end, she could still see the parts that she was proud of. Her expression, as tough as ever, and her commanding posture. Combine that with the subtle silver shade of her hair, and she looked less like a secretary and more like she was still the boss. Even though she had to walk around in overly tall heels that would break her posture...

She had done a lot thus far. And even though she was going to be subservient to some brat, she wasn't about to break her own image. She would still evoke the kind of dominance and control that she always did. Because even if she wasn't in charge, she was still right at the boss' side. That allowed her more control than she probably would've originally expected to have...

...A sigh left her lips as she looked towards the doors leading into the boss' office. She knew that the bratty bimbo would be in there. But she didn't want to see her. She wanted to do anything but confront her and obey her. But unfortunately, if she were to try and back away... Then she'd just receive an onslaught of messages because that damn brat never put down her cellphone. She just had to go for it and hope that she could make it out of it with some dignity intact.

The doors opened, and Elizabeth walked in. All while trying to suppress the need to sway her hips. These damned heels made it awfully difficult, but she was going to put up a fight to maintain her image. "Lady Bella, I have-"

"Aaaah, there you are, Lizzy! I thought you weren't gonna show up!"

The new boss didn't let her finish. Of course she didn't let her finish. She was too much of a brat to let her finish. And that was something that was easy to tell, considering the way she let her feet hang out over the edge of the armrest, instead of bothering to sit up straight.

Combine that with her complete disregard for rules and regulations, with how she wore nothing more than a simple top that said 'JUICY' written in big bold and bejeweled letters as well as a set of painfully short shorts that really exposed the thong that was digging into her rear in such a dangerous manner, and she really didn't look like she fit the idea of a boss. And yet she was the boss. That bratty bimbo that just didn't care for the rules was the boss of the company, as of the moment she paid everyone enough money to shut up...

Bella leapt off her big chair with a giggle, practically launching herself right over her desk and knocking a couple of card pyramids out of the way. It didn't matter that her work went to waste, her secretary was here. She was much more interested in having a good time than cleaning up too, which was why she didn't care about the fact that her long blonde ponytail had just knocked off the rest of the cards...

Elizabeth could feel her veins throbbing as she looked upon Bella, all while she struggled to maintain her calm self. She had to breathe. Calm down, breathe. If she got too heated, then the boss could fire her. Even though she seemed like the type of girl that never got angry, she didn't want to chance it. The greatest humiliation would not be merely ending up in this position, but being fired from it...

"Please, Lady Bella. I have a name. You really should be using it." Elizabeth muttered, all while trying her best to walk around the blonde bimbo and put the stack of papers she held under her arm onto the desk. She had to focus. All so she-

She paused as the papers were snatched from her arms and slammed onto the desk, with Bella grinning from ear to ear. "But it's much more fun to call you Lizzy, Lizzy! Besides, you don't need to work too hard today! I checked the numbers, and everyone else can handle work today. Sooooooo... How about we go out on a date and have a bit of fun together?"

Elizabeth twitched as her eyebrow slowly but surely raised. "A date..? There's no time for such..." She tried to dissuade the girl from forcing her on something like that, but a simple glance towards her face was all that it took for her to realize the obvious. There was no getting around this date. It made her softly blush as she huffed, turning away from the blonde...

"...You'd really go on a date with somebody like me?" As much as she loathed the girl, she had to admit that the idea of going on a date with anybody, especially at her age... It was such a strange thing to her, and yet she couldn't help but want it. All because of the simple fact that she hadn't really been on one before. She had been too focused on keeping her head in the game to indulge herself like that.

"Ehhh? What's so bad about you, Lizzy? You're not that old, I'd say you're kinda hot with that extra bit of age." Bella giggled, all while reaching over and grabbing the older lady's hand. "Now come on, we've got no time to waste! I've got a bunch of ideas for what we can do, and the more time we spend here the less we have to use later!"

Elizabeth was suddenly yanked along, not at all prepared for something like this. So much so that she very nearly tripped as a result, gasping and panting as she did her best to adjust her pace. It was damn near impossible, but she did what she could to keep up. All while the heels underneath her feet grew more and more strained as they ran along.

And yet, her heart began to race. Was she... No, there was no way that she was having fun by being pulled along like this. She'd humor her for now, but their relationship would remain strictly professional. No matter what happened on this 'date'...

That's what Elizabeth believed. Even as her messy attempt to follow her turned into an energetic run, so unbecoming of a lady her age...

---

Elizabeth pulled a small cloth out from between her breasts, wiping away the sweat that ran down her brow. Of course it just had to be unfathomably sunny today. So sunny that it felt like she was about to melt on the spot. It was a good thing that she had packed extra wipes, even if she had to store them in her secret compartment due to a lack of pockets on her suit...

And to make matters worse, she was the one stewing in the sun while Bella was busy standing in the shade, ordering all sorts of sweets. She knew that she shouldn't have agreed to something like this. It was the worst thing she ever could've done. Even the humiliation of being fired would've been much preferred compared to this. She didn't want to cook in the sun like this, her skin was far too sensitive, she hadn't even bothered putting on sunscreen or anything...

"Lizzyyyy! Gosh, why didn't you stand in the shade? I told you it'd get hot!"

As Elizabeth wiped away more of her own sweat, Bella came running over with a set of slushies that were made up of many different colors of shaved and flavored eyes. All while she looked a little mad that her secretary hadn't bothered to listen to her. Right before her expression changed to one of worry. "Wait, did I forget to tell you that?" Bella muttered, suddenly looking more confused rather than anything. Truly a brat and a bimbo all in one...

"You did." Elizabeth muttered as she balled up the wipe that she had used and tossed it off towards one of the nearby trash cans, before taking her colored drink from the girl's hand. "You did say that this would help cool me down. Even if I don't think that I'll like the mixture of absurd flavors. Who comes up with this kind of stuff anyway?"

Bella chuckled as her secretary complained. She had told her that it was okay to complain, because they were out on a date as fellow girls. Not as boss and secretary. So she wasn't surprised that she was going to complain about everything, she really had seen the woman try her best to be difficult.  "Maybe you should just try it instead of complaining all the time? Maybe that's why you think you're not the kind of woman that should go on a date, 'cuz you keep complaining and you look older than you really are because of it!"

"That boundless positivity isn't helping either." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes as she pushed up her glasses with her free hand. Then again, maybe she was right. Maybe she really was being a bit too hostile. Even if she would never actively admit that, she had decided to go along with this because the girl had managed to push at one of her weak points. If she didn't give the drink a shot, then she could end up using it as another weak point in the future...

The secretary took a sip, slowly letting the flavors wash over her... Right before her eyes widened from the sheer potency of the shaved ice. It was way colder than she expected it to be, and it quickly made her head throb. It was like the worst headache she had ever experienced. So intense that her mind was begging to be released from its ever-tight prison...

Bella giggled a little as she slowly helped her secretary and bestie over towards one of the benches so she didn't suddenly collapse, letting her sit down and slowly come to terms with the icy headache that had forced its way through her. "You don't enjoy treats like those often, do you, Lizzy?" She chimed, all while gently rubbing her back.

"T-Treat? T-This is going to kill me..." Elizabeth muttered as she rubbed her forehead. It was like her head was splitting open... And yet despite that, she couldn't stop herself from taking another sip of that extra cold treat, wincing as the intensity of the feeling grew even stronger than it already was...

She couldn't stop drinking. Because it was actually really tasty. No matter how bad the icy headache got, she just kept on drinking. Over and over and over until the cup was completely empty. And the feeling... wasn't... gone..? No, it was still there, but it was more like... It was more like a comforting chill rather than a headache...

Actually, had it been a headache the entire time? Or was it just her violent reaction to something that was completely normal? It was hard to tell, but one thing was certain. Her hand was currently being cupped by her boss, who was smiling softly at her as she watched that expression slowly melt from pure misery to a certain kind of bliss.

"W-Why are you... Why are you looking at me like that?" Elizabeth muttered, not even putting up much of a defensive wall against the cheeky bimbo. There was something about the way that she was looking at her that made her heart skip a couple of beats. So much so that she wanted to try and look away, but it was really hard to...

"Just keeping an eye on my bestie to make sure she didn't get ill from her first slushie." Bella giggled as she stretched up a little and pecked the older woman on the forehead. All while handing her the other slushie. "Wanna share this one? You look like you could use a bit more."

Elizabeth looked at Bella, then at the slushie, and then nervously bit her lip. She did want more. But what made her more nervous was the fact that she realized what the cold had done. It wasn't that it had given her a headache. Far from it. The pain that she got from drinking that sweet treat... It was the pain of thinking far, far too much. All of her troubles had kind of just been frozen, and now that they were all in stasis, she could enjoy the sweetness that came with the cold.

"...Just a little." The older woman muttered as she stuffed her straw into the icy treat, before slurping up a bit more. Not too much. She didn't want to deprive her bestie- her boss of too much. She was the one that had paid for the treat, after all. And so she slurped, with her eyes closed...

Which really stopped her from noticing how the straw suddenly left her lips, as she was too busy enjoying the taste of it all, and a pair of plumper lips pushed up against hers. Only then did she open her eyes to see Bella kissing her, which quickly turned her face all sorts of shades of red. The shame filled her, and yet she didn't feel angry. No, that emotion had been frozen...

"Ehehehe. Did you like that, Lizzy?" Bella chimed, all while twirling her straw between her fingers. "'cuz I think that was the sweetest thing I've tasted in a long time." She was far too pleased with herself for pulling off a trick like that. She could even call it her privilege as a boss, sneaking in a cute kiss from her cute secretary.

Elizabeth stuttered and stammered for a moment, before committing to the counterplay of suddenly slurping up all the rest of the slushie. It gave her a mild icy headache, but the blissful cold of not worrying about the consequences swept over her moments later and calmed her down. "Thanks for the treat, Bella." She said, using a confident tone just like her boss...

"Wait, that was mine! No fair, Lizzy!" Bella cried out, really not expecting her to go that far. All while puffing her cheeks out and stomping her heeled feet into the ground. "You gotta pay me back for that! You gotta!" She cried out, brattily demanding that her bestie did as she asked.

She could say no. Elizabeth knew that. She knew that Bella told her that she could turn her down at any moment and do whatever she wanted. But her heart was pounding against her chest, and she knew she just couldn't say no. Not because she wanted to make her sad, far from it. It was more just to repay her after she had kissed her. "Alright. How can I repay you?" She asked very simply, pushing up her glasses slightly. Good grief, it was getting a little too annoying to keep track of these things...

Perhaps she shouldn't have asked, because the devious little lady quickly started grinning from ear to ear once the question left her lips...

---

"I'm not wearing this!"

"Yes you are! You promised that you'd pay me back for the slushies! You can't take that back, Lizzy!"

"That may be true, but I'm not putting on clothes that are meant for girls like you, Bella! I'm a decade older than you, if not more! I'd look horrible wearing them!"

"And I want you to wear them because I think you'd look great in them! Who'd you rather believe, the public or me?!"

"The public, frankly! I don't have much stock in your opinion!"

"Rude! Just try them on, I promise you'll look great!"

The two besties were arguing like a pair of riled-up kids as they shouted at one another, all while Elizabeth was stuck inside one of the changing rooms in the back of a really relaxed boutique. She didn't think that there were places that were this high class, and yet still maintained an air of being perfect for the kind of girls that were a lot poorer and just needed something nice that complimented their figures...

She wasn't one of those types of girls. She was far from being one of those types of girls. She liked to wear the kinds of suits that made her look professional. To wear tank tops and tube tops that really emphasized her figure would be the greatest humiliation. Even greater than being kissed by her boss while she was vulnerable. So she didn't want to try them on.

"Come onnnn! You'd look great!" Bella's voice echoed from behind the curtain, all while she idly walked back and forth. She was impatient. Way, way too impatient for her own good. But who could blame her, really? She was about to see what her bestie would look like when the two of them perfectly matched. Of course she was impatient!

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes a bit as she looked at the clothes that were on the stool beneath her. It was... God, it was basically just a bikini with a disgustingly garish and extra tight top. She didn't even get a pair of shorts. What was that girl thinking? Did she basically just want her to strut around and make all of her curves bounce..?

...The thought of having Bella's hands slowly rubbing up against her near-naked body made a blush rise onto her face. Why'd she feel this way? It was easy to explain, she had started to fall for the girl. But even though the answer was obvious, she didn't want to dwell on it or acknowledge it. The only way to avoid thinking about it was probably to focus on getting that outfit on. Even if it made her feel like she was trying to go out and streak...

She took a deep breath and let her clothes hit the floor, panties and all. All while she grabbed ahold of the outfit and carefully slipped it on. Letting the straps that made up the bikini bottom slowly brush up against her thighs as she tugged and tugged until it was snugly pinned up against her private areas, her blush growing bigger as it truly started rubbing... Before shivering as she let go.

Then came the top. The bikini top was the easy part, as she just had to tie it tight and make sure that her breasts had the right kind of support. It was the tubetop that was the harder part. Getting it on was one thing, but once it snugly clung to her bosom and gave her the worst kind of protection she could even come close to imagining, she finally turned towards the mirror...

Only to blush harder as she finally let the word on the tube sink in. 'MILF'. She.. She was mature, yes, but she wasn't a mother. In fact, she couldn't even think of the last time she had thought of becoming one. She had really neglected her love life... Was she barren? Probably. So why would she pick out something like that, when she knew that-

"Ehehehe, told you that it'd look good."

Elizabeth very nearly shrieked as she heard the compliment echo out around her, before letting her eyes drift downward as she noticed exactly where Bella was. She was between her damn feet, peering up at her and getting a glimpse of all the good stuff. "Y-You were supposed to stay outside..!"

"And miss out on how great you look when you're like this? Naaaaah. I had to see it. Totes." Bella giggled, as she quickly grabbed the bundle of clothes that Elizabeth had discarded before stuffing them in her bag. "Let's get you checked out, it's the perfect kind of outfit for you!"

"Wait, damnit!" Elizabeth cried out, but it was far too late. Bella had already gotten back up and moved over to the counter, giving the cashier the instructions that she needed. "S-Stop this transaction, right now!" She tried to protest, slamming her hands onto the counter...

The cashier gave the older woman a glance, before raising a hand to hi-five Bella. "I 'unno, lady. You look like you rock the look. Real MILF vibe, even if you look a lil' cranky." She didn't care that Elizabeth was a good deal older than her. She loved the look of her. All those perfect curves squeezed into such a tight-fitting outfit. "I'm sure your bestie thinks the same. Or are you two girlfriends? I've got a discount with your names on it if you are."

Elizabeth was too stunned to react as Bella nodded. "Mmhm. Totes girlfriends." She chimed, all while handing over her card so she could pay for her bestie's digs. Or, well, her girlfriend's duds. She didn't really care if she was her bestie or her girlfriend or her secretary. 'cuz either way, she loved her all the same.

"Nice. Well, don't wear her out. She looks like she still needs to get used to this kinda life." The cashier chimed, before stretching and turning away from the two after giving the blonde the receipt. "Run along now, lovebirds. Before the boss catches me givin' out this shit nearly for free."

Bella giggled as she pulled Elizabeth along, who was still trying to process what she had just heard. And only after doing so did she stop right in the middle of the street, practically anchoring herself no matter how hard Bella tried to pull on her. "Hey? What's up, Lizzy?"

"...You really think we can be like that..?" Elizabeth didn't think that her life would start spinning around and ending up this chaotic in the matter of a few hours. Just a few days ago, she was the head of her company. And now she was the girlfriend of some... some... C-Cute girl who had a lot more between the ears than she would like to admit.

"Mmmm? What's so wrong with making you my girlfriend, Lizzy?" Bella said, grabbing ahold of the older woman's hands as she squeezed them tight. "Yeah, you're a lil' old. But that's what I like about you. You're kinda stubborn and you wanna act like you aren't really worth the kind of love that I wanna give you. But you're worth it all, and that stubborn side of you just makes you all the more attractive."

Elizabeth blushed to the point where her entire face turned red. Good grief, she was laying it on thick. She really didn't think that she was worth that much affection. She was way past the point where she was supposed to be loved. And even though the girl had done a lot to try and erode that belief through what they had done on this date, it hadn't changed her. Not yet.

"...I'm not worth it, Bella. You're just saying all of that to try and make me lower my guard. I know that you're a bratty bimbo at heart, I know you don't really mean any of it." She put up one final defensive wall. All while she turned away. There's no way that she really meant any of it. She had done all of this to humiliate her. Definitely. Definitely!

A yelp left the older woman's lips as Bella walked around her and immediately pushed her face up against that MILF-y bosom, snuggling it and almost motorboating it with such clear intent that it was impossible to ignore what she wanted out of it. "Mmhm, I might be bratty, and I might be a bimbo. But I'm a brat that knows what I want, and I know all that I need to as a bimbo." She said, owning up to the label without hesitation. "And y'know what, Lizzy? I want you. And I'm gonna keep saying it until you learn. 'cuz I'm the kinda bimbo that never quits once I want something."

Elizabeth's blush spread all across her body. This damn girl. This girl. This adorable, lovable, completely absurd and yet completely honest girl... Ah, there went her heart. Beating so loud that it was impossible not to hear it. There really was no denying that she was in love. There was no way that she could deny this feeling inside of her. Nor could she deny the love that was being poured into her, courtesy of the bimbo that was currently snuggling her tits...

"Fine. You win." Elizabeth muttered, sighing as she hugged the girl tight as well. "But if you really want me, then you better be prepared for all of me. I'm not just going to be the kind of woman that you want me to be. I'm going to be me. No matter what. You got that?" She said, tightening her grip on the girl as she looked down at her. "And can't we go swap this damn top? I'm not a MILF, I've never had kids."

"Then we've clearly got something to work on, ehe." Bella chimed, all while suddenly looking up at Elizabeth as she planted her lips right up against that older woman's. Sneaking in another kiss right when she was most vulnerable. "Besides, you'd be a great MILF. You already got the hot part down, I'm sure you could raise a couple of cute daughters too."

Elizabeth was left speechless, all while the girl that she had fallen in love with giggled at her expense. She... She really intended on making her a Mother... The thought bounced around inside her mind, and she slowly started smiling as well as a laugh slipped past her lips...

This relationship of theirs... It was off to a wild start. And she could tell that it was only going to get wilder from here...

---

"Belllaaaaaa."

A few months had passed. And Bella slowly lifted her head, causing several pages worth of important documents to fall onto the floor. All while she focused on the voice that was calling out to her...

It was Lizzy. Her dear girlfriend. The same girlfriend that had now cut loose and relaxed. So much so that she had ended up with a rather deep tan, which made her look like she wasn't even trying to uphold the same sort of image as back when her company was first bought out by the bimbo behind the desk. She still wore the same top that she had bought for her when she made it clear that she loved her. but she had swapped her extra erotic bikini bottom out for a pair of tight spats that complimented her better. Especially with that new addition that was jutting out in front...

"Ehehehe... Guess I dozed off, huh?" Bella chimed, scratching the back of her head before slowly stretching and yawning. "How's the profits? I heard that the guys down in the lab had made a great discovery..."

"They're looking like they'll rise for the next month or so. But that's not why I'm here." Lizzy said, smiling as she climbed onto the desk and adjusted her thick-rimmed shades a little. "I was thinking... You've been doin' a lot of hard work. Much harder than I thought you could do. So how about we take a day off, just you and me? There's a beach that'd be just perfect."

Bella grinned from ear to ear. "Mmmm? The high and mighty Lizzy, inviting me out on a date? Who are you and what did you do with my girlfriend?" She chuckled, all while getting up from her nice office chair. That thing had seen better days, but it was perfect for the kind of abuse that she put it through, since she had reinforced the armrests to let her just laze around in it.

"I dunno, maybe you should ask the one that made me end up like this." Lizzy shot back, all while she reached for her blonde bimbo girlfriend's hand. "Now come on. We're not gonna waste any time, are we?"

"Nuh. Let's soak in the sun for as long as we can!" Bella laughed, all while gripping onto that hand as tightly as she could. Right before breaking into a sprint and heading out the door, the thought of being all alone with Lizzy making her all sorts of fuzzy.

Lizzy matched her pace. Even though she wore those same high heels as when she was still such a bitch towards her dear girlfriend, she could run without a problem. All because she had stopped worrying so much about living up to expectations.

She was who she was. And right now, with new life growing within her, she was her dear Bella's girlfriend. And she wouldn't want to be anybody else...