From Professor to Pinup (Bimbofication Erotica)

By Tiffani Pearl

From stern professor to empty-headed slut!

Dr. Hilda Silverton is a professor of archaeology, and she's on a dig in Italy when she finds a mysterious necklace. When she touches it, she feels all... tingly.

Tingly in very specific places. Personal places.

Then she goes home and puts the necklace on, against all protocol - and transforms into Holly, a ditzy, big-breasted nymphomaniac.

When Holly goes on a sex-crazed search, will she find what she's looking for? Are two men at once enough for her - and what if one of them is her graduate student?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiffani Pearl
• Release date: May 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310422850

Tiffani Pearl

I’m a college student at a big state school in the South, just trying to earn a little beer money by writing down by deepest, dirtiest fantasies.I wanted to be a camgirl, but I think my mom would kill me if she ever found out!

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From Professor to Pinup

About Tiffani

From Professor to Pinup

The rain had just started falling when archaeology Professor Hilda Silverton brushed the last layer of fine grit from the necklace. She’d been carefully uncovering it for hours, on her knees in the excavation pit, wearing ugly old jeans and a man’s button-down shirt. The necklace itself was beautiful, a rare example of the gold craftsmanship of the early Romans, set with two rubies and a central amethyst.

As she lifted it carefully out of the ground, the sound of the rain on the tarp spread over the pit got louder. She looked up at the silver expanse stretched overhead and at the flood of water coming off the makeshift shelter at one end. If this kept up much longer, they’d have to leave for the day.

With a paintbrush, she began cleaning the dust out of the necklace, carefully brushing it out from around the settings and scrollwork, slowly and lovingly revealing more and more of the beautiful, ancient gold work. She took her gloves off to do it, since the heavy material made such delicate work difficult.

As she held the necklace in one hand, brushing it off with the other, she began to feel an odd sensation—a slight tingling in her breasts, right around the nipples. Then the same tingle lower down, underneath her panties.

It almost felt like her breasts were… growing, as she touched the necklace?

I’m losing my mind, she thought. I’ve probably got some dust in my bra. I can’t wait to take a shower.

The necklace was absolutely breathtaking, she thought.

Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating everyone for a few seconds in hyper-daylight, and all around the dig site, heads popped up, suddenly paying attention.

Professor Silverton stood, the necklace still in her hand. All right, everyone, she said loudly. Let’s pack up and go, the weather’s getting nasty.

Her ten or so graduate students and two fellow professors began to stand, brushing themselves off as well, collecting tools and putting them away. Hilda carefully wrapped the necklace in cloth and slipped it into a ziploc bag