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Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 01

By: lustache69



Part 1: Liana

"Hiiiii!" sang the receptionist as Dr. Liana Connor entered the dentist's office. Liana hadn't known what exactly to expect from her new dentist, and her first impressions were not exactly reassuring. If his receptionist was an example of how he thought, his neurons weren't all firing right.

The receptionist sat to the right of the door, behind a chest-high counter. She had a body straight out of a teenager's wet dream, and the brains to match. Liana wondered whether she would actually find a brain in that pretty little head if the girl ended up in the OR.

"Hiiiii!" the receptionist said again. "I'm Crystal! Do you, like, have an appointment?"

"Um, yes, I do," said Liana. "I'm Liana Connor."

Crystal's face took on a look of extreme concentration. "C-O-N-E-R?" she asked. Liana sighed. "L-I-A-N-A C-O-N-N-O-R," she replied, beginning to stew.

"Ohhh!" Crystal said, and began to type it into the computer keyboard in front of her. She only seemed to be able to type one letter at a time, as if she were an old lady using one of those newfangled typewriters, or something.

Finally, Crystal finished typing in Liana's name, and pressed ENTER. "Ummmm," she said, peering at the monitor. Then her face perked up. "Oh, okay, Li-li! You can, like, just go straight on in! You're in room 3!"

Liana sighed once more and ignored the fact that she'd just been called "Li-li". Whatever got her out of this fucking airhead bimbo's presence. She proceeded through the door into the rest of the office, and found room 3, where she sat down in the dentist's chair. Hopefully the rest of the office would be a bit more professional.

Her hopes were dashed almost immediately, when a young, busty Chinese girl click-clacked her way into the room on ridiculous heels. "Oh, hiiii!" she chirped. "I'm Ming, and I'll be, like, your hygiene-ist today!" Liana began to fume again, but she sat back on the dentist's chair regardless.

"Ooookay," said Ming. "Have you ever, like, been here before, Li-li?"

Liana gritted her teeth and said, "No, I haven't." And I probably won't be coming back.

"Okey-dokey!" Ming replied, making a notation on the computer. "Let's put on your little-bittie bib, and we can, like, get started on your teethies!" If this stream of bimbo talk kept up, Liana's eyes were going to roll straight out of her sockets.

Unfortunately for her eyes' health, Ming did nothing but chatter as she poked at Liana's mouth. Even when Liana could've said something coherent enough to be understood, there was no room for it between the words of Ming's monologue. The bimbo was surprisingly strong, and Liana found herself pinned to the chair, so she could barely move.

It went on and on like that for an interminable period, until Ming's inane chattering mixed into an incomprehensible babble. Bit by bit, Liana noticed an odd smell permeating the room. It was strong, the sort of smell that just stuck with you. Honestly, it smelled like... sex.

With the living blowup doll cleaning out Liana's mouth, it seemed quite plausible that she'd be smelling sex, but it felt like the smell was everywhere. She felt like that should be just one more reason to stay away from this place, but her body seemed to disagree. Her nipples had perked up, and she felt heat in her belly, like she had the last time she masturbated.

Liana was so caught up by the sensations around her that she hardly noticed that Ming had stepped aside, until a man tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi," he said. "Sorry to interrupt your nap, but I'm Dr. Joseph. You looked very peaceful."

"Um, okay?" she said, feeling confused. Dr. Joseph stepped up in front of Liana, and she had a full view of him. He was a very ordinary white guy, with short brown hair and plastic-framed glasses. "Now, Ming here says she found something in your mouth that needed a look, so if you could open wide for me and say 'ahhh'..."

"Ahhhhhhhh," Liana said, stretching her mouth open as far as she could. Dr. Joseph poked around between her teeth, his head a few inches away from hers. He made an irritated sound and pulled back.

"Well, Ming, you were right to bring this to my attention," he said, setting his tools on the tray. "Dr. Connor, you appear to have a cavity in one of your molars. Have you noticed any pain in your teeth recently?"

"Um, I don't think so," Liana replied, wracking her brain for any time she might have felt a toothache. Dr. Joseph nodded. "I just wanted to make sure, because it looked fairly small, but you can't always tell. Now, I would recommend that you take care of this while it's small, rather than wait until it's too late. Would you like to schedule an appointment?"

"I suppose so," Liana said, still feeling very confused. Dr. Joseph nodded. "The surgery shouldn't take much longer than a regular appointment. And you won't need to go under, or anything like that. You'll want to talk to Crystal on your way out."

She didn't exactly want to talk to Crystal at all, but Liana didn't say that. She just nodded and rose from the chair. Apparently, she didn't have much of a choice in that desire, or her desire to never see this office again.

"Oh hiiiii!" Crystal said as Liana came out of the back of the office. "Dr. Joseph said I needed to schedule an appointment to fill a cavity," she told the receptionist-bimbo.

Crystal's face, once again, took on a look of intense concentration, and she consulted the computer. "C-A-V-I-T-Y," she muttered, typing the letters in one at a time. Her face brightened, and she said, "Okey-dokey! When are you, like, free?"

Liana consulted her schedule briefly and said, "I can take the day off next week Friday, if there's a time open then." Crystal nodded and clicked through a few things. "Yep! We gotta slot open at 2:15, so I guess we'll see ya then! Bye-bye!"

With a strong feeling of relief, Liana left Dr. Joseph's office, and drove away. Her nipples were still hard as all hell, though. Next week Friday

When Dr. Liana Connor pulled into the parking lot in front of Dr. Joseph's office, she felt a weighty sense of foreboding settle on her shoulders. It wasn't too late to find a different dentist. She could just explain the problem, and then she wouldn't have to run the gauntlet of bimbos that was Dr. Joseph's office.

Honestly, though, it was probably just the problems she'd been having this past week or so. Ever since she'd visited Dr. Joseph's she'd been feeling overheated. Even in the midst of a tense craniotomy, Liana had felt like she wanted to drop everything and masturbate. The fact that she'd masturbated at least five times a day had not helped in the slightest.

She'd also noticed some odd physical changes. Liana carried out a meticulous physical regimen, keeping track of a variety of important measurements as she worked out. Her waist had shrunk a whole size in the past two weeks. But, somehow, her breasts had increased in size. Putting on a bra in the morning had become an exercise in frustration. Not only that, but her hair had started growing to ridiculous lengths in a matter of hours.

If the idea weren't so ridiculous, Liana would've thought that she'd caught a bimbo virus from Dr. Joseph's merry band of skanks. There was probably a much more rational explanation for it. All she needed to do was get this cavity filled, never go to Dr. Joseph ever again, and think rationally.

With a great big sigh, Liana stepped out of her car and shut the door behind her. This wasn't going to get any easier if she waited any longer.

"Hiiii, Li-li!" Crystal said from her perch behind the counter. Liana felt she should feel annoyed, but there was something about Crystal's happy, bubbly attitude that made Liana feel better about life.

She smiled at the receptionist-bimbo, though not too much, and said, "Hi, Crystal. Am I going to have to wait?"

"Nope!" Crystal replied, a big stupid grin still plastered on her face. "You just go straight through, all the way down the hall to room 69!"

"I'm not going to have to go too far, am I?" Liana asked. Last time she'd been in room 3.

"No, silly!" Crystal said. "Dr. Joseph, he, like, says that 6 and 9 are his lucky numbers, so he just calls the surgery place thingie room 69!" The receptionist-bimbo giggled.

Liana giggled a little herself. Everyone had their superstitions, even doctors and dentists. When she'd done her residency at Johns Hopkins, one of the doctors on the ward had worn the exact same mismatched socks to every surgery he'd ever performed. There was no reason Dr. Joseph couldn't name his surgical room "room 69".

She left the chipper receptionist-bimbo behind in the lobby, and walked down the hallway. Crystal turned out to be quite correct. The hallway didn't actually contain 68 other rooms, just 8. Maybe Dr. Joseph could just make it room 9.

When Liana entered room 69, Dr. Joseph was not there. She felt an inexplicable twinge of disappointment, but of course he wasn't there. This was the time for all the pre-op bullshit she herself preferred to delegate to nurses.

Instead, Ming, the hygienist-bimbo who'd taken care of Liana at her previous appointment, was tapping something into a computer. She smiled at Liana, and waved her into the dentist's chair in the center of the room. "Oh hiiiii, Li-li! It's, like, so good to see you again!" Ming said, in the most bimboish voice Liana could imagine.

Liana smiled back at Ming and, feeling an odd need to be polite, said, "It's good to see you again, Ming." It actually did feel good to see Ming again. She was still quite annoying, and Liana still had serious doubts about her ability as a hygienist, but her sunny personality sure did brighten the room.

The two of them went through the pre-op bullshit, and Liana began to relax into the chair. She smelled the same scent from the previous visit, and this time, it made her smile. If there was one thing that would make her life better, it would be more sex.

Finally, Dr. Joseph appeared, dressed for the surgery. "How are you feeling today, Liana?" he asked through his surgical mask.

"Perfectly wonderful," she said, smiling at him. It was actually feeling like a better day, for some reason. Maybe all she needed was a better attitude towards life.

"Well, let's get started. Ming, get me the topical trevelaxin." He turned back to Liana. "In case you were wondering," he told her, "it's a new local anaesthetic that I've found to be very effective." Liana nodded. She was a neurosurgeon, not an anaesthetician. She couldn't be expected to be current on every discipline's nitty-gritty developments.

"Just relax, Liana, and it'll be done in no time at all." Ming leaned in close, pressing her massive breasts up against Liana's left side, and applied the trevelaxin around the molar with the cavity. Before she lost all feeling in that part of her mouth, Liana realized that it tasted like something familiar. What was it?

"Iht'sh bubblegum," she slurred, throwing big globules of saliva onto her bib. "That's right, Liana. Bubblegum," said Dr. Joseph, as he moved to stretch her mouth wide open. She could barely feel any of what was happening anymore, so she just settled back into the chair. This time, she wasn't the surgeon.

Gradually, Liana fell into a weird sort of trance, lulled to sleep by the sound of Dr. Joseph's power tools. She could vaguely see something happening in front of her, but none of it made sense. It felt like she was on some kind of drug trip. Dr. Joseph's face seemed bent out of shape, then very long, then very compact. Her whole field of view seemed to be undulating.

"Dr. Connor," said Dr. Joseph's voice, much deeper than usual. "Are you all right?" His voice shifted much higher in pitch. Liana giggled. He was just so funny.

"Oh, I'm totally O.K., Doc!" she said, and giggled again. That trevelaxin stuff was sooooo awesome. Dr. Joseph smiled. "Good to hear it," he said, in his normal voice, this time.

Giggling ferociously, Liana stood up, and tottered down the hall. Ming and a red-haired bimbo were talking about something in room 6, and they waved as she passed. Liana giggled.

"Oh hiiii, Li-li!" Crystal said. "Like, how was your surgery?" Liana giggled, and said, "Oh hi, Crystal! I had a super great time!" She giggled again, and waltzed out of the office, towards her car. After a few tries, she got the driver's side door open and sat down.

For a few minutes, Liana just giggled uncontrollably in her car. She calmed down slowly, although she still wore a big grin on her face. After about twenty minutes, she was fit to drive home, which she did.

As soon as she crossed the threshold to her house, fatigue hit Liana like a ton of bricks dropped from low Earth orbit. She managed to strip off her clothes, because they kept making her feel itchy, before collapsing on her bed and falling asleep.

When Liana woke up, the sun was beginning to set, and her alarm clock said "7:49 PM". She stretched as she rose from her bed, feeling as if something was different. When she looked down and saw a pair of huge breasts dangling from her chest, she understood why.

Where had they come from? Had they just magically grown on her chest or something? Liana tried to care about questions like that, but when her hand brushed against her right nipple and she nearly came right then and there, she really stopped giving a shit.

Liana spent the next hour exploring her new body, which seemed quite different from her old body. For one thing, she was pretty sure her old body hadn't been nearly this sensitive. It certainly hadn't been this slim and trim, even with her exercise regimen. Her hips flared widely, and her ass was plump and round.

Eventually, she ended up on the floor, tangled up in her blankets, cum everywhere. Despite her near-continuous orgasm, Liana still felt kind of empty inside. In a sudden flash, she realized what was wrong.

"I need a cock in me!" she said, then giggled.

At the same time, Liana also felt very hungry. She wanted to fuck, but she also needed something to actually eat. Was there a way to get both at the same time?

A few minutes later, she'd dug up the number for a pizza place, and she was on the phone with them, ordering two large sausage pizzas. The double meaning made her giggle a little bit, but mostly she was just looking forward to having some sausage.

With her order placed, Liana decided to rummage through her wardrobe to find something that would fit her new body. Bras were out of the question, because she'd grown at least three cup sizes. She decided to forego panties, because she'd just be taking them off soon anyway.

None of her pants would fit her, either. Also, like her panties, she'd be taking them off pretty soon anyway. In the end, she decided to wear nothing but a button-down shirt from her closet. It didn't cover very much, particularly with her newly inflated breasts pushing against it. Of course, it might have barely covered her pussy if she'd bothered to button it up beyond the first four buttons.

About thirty minutes later, Liana heard a car pull up in her driveway. She darted towards the door, waiting eagerly for the bell to ring.

When it went, "ding-dong!", she flung the door open, to find herself face to face with a young man carrying a pizza sack. His untidy, curly dirty-blond hair sat above a face dominated by a large set of glasses. On the plus side, he was quite thin, so he must've done something right.

"Oh hiiii," Liana said in a husky voice. "And who are you?"

"Um, I'm, uh, I'm, uh, named, um, uh, Liam," the young man said, his voice becoming increasingly high-pitched as he realized what was going on.

"Well, thank you so much for bringing me my pizza, Liam," she cooed at him. "Would you like to come in for a bit?"

"I, um, I just, just need $18.29," Liam stammered.

Liana felt herself up, then pouted and said, "Oh, Liam, I'm so sorry. I think I forgot my wallet in my purse. Why don't you come on in while I get it?" She put an arm around his shoulders and guided him inside, then shut the door behind them.

He tried to object as she set the pizza sack down on the kitchen counter and led him into her bedroom, but his objections were increasingly feeble. As she guided him to her bed, she started pulling off his clothes. When she unzipped his fly and pulled down his underpants and shorts, she finally got to see his cock, and she cooed at it.

Maybe it wasn't terribly impressive compared to other men, but you go to bed with the cock you have. Liana dropped to her knees and stuffed Liam's cock between her lips. She guided it in and out, up and down, feeling it swell against her much plumper lips. The heat in her mouth built and built and built until Liam gasped and came in her mouth.

The taste of his sticky cum, salty and sweet at the same time, filled her, made her a complete woman. It made her feel so much pleasure, that sensation, that she orgasmed a few seconds later. Falling back against her bed, Liana absentmindedly felt at her pussy, spreading her own cum all over her thighs.

Looming above her, Liam looked quite astonished at what had just happened. Liana decided to take the lead again. So she rose to her feet, enfolded Liam in her arms, and led him to the bed, where she sat down. "Now it's time for you to, like, really fuck me," she whispered in his ear, then she giggled.

Lying down on her back, Liana pulled him on top of her, and impaled herself on his cock. It had barely gone flaccid, which should've meant something to a rationally-thinking doctor. But Liana didn't care about the medical aspects of sex. She wanted Liam's cock in her pussy, and refractory periods be damned.

Whatever tautness his cock had lost, it soon regained as Liam got into the groove of sex with his doctor-bimbo. Liana moaned as he plowed hard into her, thrusting her pussy as far up his cock as he could manage. Her mind was lost in a muddle of confusing sensations, but her body could deal with that.

"Ohh! Ohh! AAAAHH!" Liana screamed, arching her back as she climaxed. As she came back down, Liam orgasmed himself, shooting a load of semen into her unprotected pussy. The feeling of his cum inside of her made Liana orgasm again, bucking in her bed wildly.

A few minutes later, a sweaty Liam rolled off of Liana's chest, to lie on his back next to her. Neither of them said anything, though Liana giggled from time to time. Liam just breathed heavily, like he'd run a marathon. He idly turned on his side to look at his lover.

In the process, he caught a glimpse of Liana's alarm clock, and paused, then shot to his feet like a startled goose. "What's wrong, honey?" Liana asked him.

"I've got to get back to work," he said, as he hurriedly put his clothes back on. "My boss is going to be so pissed, I'm going to have to come up with some kind of excuse."

"Awww," Liana said, pouting at him from the bed. "Why can't you just, like, stay with me all night?"

"I really can't lose my job, okay?" he said, as he stuck his left foot into the right leg of his pants. "It's how I pay for college." He paused. "But I suppose I've got tomorrow night off. I can come back then."

"Yaaay!" Liana replied, clapping her hands. She rose from the bed, majestically naked, and gave Liam a big hug. "I'm gonna miss you so much, cutey-pie!" He extricated himself from her hug and hopped towards the door, trying to put his pants on the right way.

Liana followed him to the door, still naked, and waved to him as he ran to his car. "Bye-bye!" she said, waving happily. She took a long time coming back inside, and after closing the door, she slumped into an armchair.

"What a stud!" she murmured, as she fell asleep where she sat. A long time passed, night becoming day again as she slept.

When Liana's eyes fluttered open, it was 10 in the morning on Saturday. For a second, she felt slightly panicked about the prospect of missing work, but then she remembered that Saturday was her day off this week. She would have a double-shift on Sunday, but on Saturday, she could relax.


Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 01



This Saturday, "relax" meant "shopping spree". She managed to scrounge up enough clothes to be barely modest, and drove to a nearby shopping mall.

The lady in the lingerie section of one of the department stores helped her get new bras and panties for work, and she picked up a pile of regular clothes, also for work. It might be fun to dress up like a slut sometimes, but work required a certain degree of modesty. Maybe she could work around that a bit, though.

When Liana left the mall, she had ten bulging bags of clothes in her arms. The whole lot filled her trunk to the brim, and she had to practically force it shut. The cute guy who'd just pulled in next to her watched the whole thing, mouth agape at how her breasts jiggled. She winked at him and giggled as she got back into her car.

She was driving back home, thinking about how to occupy her time until Liam showed up tonight. Unfortunately, since she'd been so repressed until recently, she didn't have much in the way of sex toys. There was a pitiful pink dildo somewhere in the back of her closet, a gag gift from one of her friends in med school. That was about it.

Liana was considering repurposing the spatula she never used, when she saw a sign that said, "Tom's Adult Emporium", in a seedy strip mall by the side of the road. She made a quick turn into the parking lot, and hopped out of her car. This was the perfect place to look for all the stuff she could ever want to fuck around with.

The bell rang as she stepped inside, and the fat, mustachioed man behind the counter looked up from his book. "Welcome to Tom's," he said, before he caught sight of Liana. "I'm T-" he cut himself off as Liana came into full view, and gulped hard.

"Oh hiiii!" Liana said, giving a big smile and a giggle. "I'm looking for real sexy stuff!"

"Well, you've got it," Tom said, then blinked. "I mean, we've got it. What exactly are you, um, looking for?"

"Anything sexy!" she replied, looking around the store. The front area had a lot of decently sexy outfits, and a good collection of dildos. But a lot of the store seemed to be sitting behind a barrier.

"What's back there?" she asked, pointing at the barrier. Tom followed her finger, and said, "Oh, that's some of the more hardcore stuff. We can't have it out on display the way we do with the other stuff."

"Ohhh, I wanna see that!" Liana said, and Tom stepped out from behind the counter, his hands shaking a bit, to unlock the back area. "You are over 18, right?" he said, looking slightly askance.

"Yep!" she said, giving her chest a good jiggle. His eyes, somehow, got wider, even though they were as wide as dinner plates already.

When Tom unlocked the back area and Liana followed him in, she found herself surrounded by so many fun possibilities. There were skintight latex garments, whips, chains, vibrators as big as her forearm, butt plugs, spiky collars, and every other kind of fetishwear imaginable.

For the next two hours, she went wild in Tom's Adult Emporium, while an astonished Tom watched her. Business was pretty slow, so he just followed her around as she snatched up enough dildos to satisfy an army of bimbos, skimpy leather bikinis decorated with metal studs, and everything in between.

Once Liana had finished shopping, she carried her finds to the counter and stacked them up for Tom to scan. She had so many things that it took Tom another hour to scan everything and bag it. At one point, he ran out of bags, so Liana shucked off her clothes to put on one of the leather outfits she'd bought. When she took off her top, Tom's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

At last, she had 18 bags of sex toys and paraphernalia to carry out to her car. Tom looked astonished at the total on her bill, but Liana didn't care.

"Thank you so much for, like, helping me so much!" she cooed to Tom, then stepped around the counter and unbuttoned his fly. "Wait, what?" he cried, but Liana hushed him.

"I just wanna, like, thank you for, like, helping me so much!" she said happily, as she unzipped his pants and pulled down his underpants. Her blowjob lips closed around his hard cock, and she sucked Tom off on the floor of his own store. They orgasmed simultaneously, and she swallowed his cum with a big smile on her face.

"Um, thank you for your business," Tom said, leaning against the counter and panting. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them, his face still totally astonished.

"Thank you for your business!" Liana replied, and winked at him as she gathered up her bags. Her new leather bikini bottom was already splattered with cum, but that didn't matter too much to her. It felt good between her legs as she toted her new toys out to her car.

Once she'd managed to stuff her bags into the open spaces of her car, filling it practically to the brim, Liana sat down in the driver's seat with a tiny squelch. She giggled, and wiped at her wet pussy with a finger. She sniffed it, then stuck the finger in her mouth. Her pussy tasted like strawberries! That would be really fun!

She managed to get back home without any further diversions, and she was unloading all her prizes, when Mary Teller, her next-door neighbor showed up on Liana's driveway.

Even before she'd gotten pretty, Liana had disliked Mary. The woman was just such a bitch about every tiny thing. If Liana went too long without getting her lawn mowed, Mary would show up, offering the number of a lawn service. If Liana had the slightest party, Mary would complain about how loud it had been the next day, even if the party had just been Liana and a couple of girlfriends.

"Went on a shopping trip, Liana?" she said snidely.

"Yep!" Liana replied brightly. "I got a whole buncha great stuff!"

"Did you have someone over last night?" Mary asked innocently. She was smiling, but it wasn't an actual smile.

"Oh, I was just having a little fun!" Liana said, and she giggled.

Mary looked irritated. "Well, you kept me up with your racket. Next time you have some random guy come over to do... things, try to keep it a little quieter."

"No problem!" Liana chirped. "You wanna come in and have a drink?"

"I really should be..." Mary started to say, but Liana put her arm around the other woman's shoulders. "Come on, Mary! Loosen up a little bit!" she said, giggling.

Mary opened her mouth, probably to protest, but instead she sniffed the air. "Hey, what's that smell?" she asked. "It's really nice." Then Mary giggled. Liana wrinkled her nose at her neighbor as they walked inside. "I'm really nice," she said, as she led an enraptured Mary to the couch.

With a fluid motion, Liana unfastened her leather bikini bottom and tossed it aside, baring her pussy as she held Mary close. Liana rubbed up against Mary, smearing the other woman's pants with Liana's cum.

"Ohhh, I just wanna taste that stuff," Mary moaned.

Liana giggled. "All you gotta do, silly, is lick my pussy."

Mary nodded eagerly, and dropped to her knees. Soon, the previously uptight neighbor was lapping away at Liana's pussy like a dog at a water bowl. Liana and Mary backed up against the wall, and Liana moaned as Mary's stimulation brought her closer and closer to climax.

"Ooohhhhhh, aaahhhhh," Liana moaned, then, "AAAAHHHHH!" she screamed as she climaxed. Her cum shot all over Mary's face, and the wanton pussylicker orgasmed with Liana.

Sighing, Mary collapsed on the floor, her face covered with a goofy smile and an inordinate amount of cum. Liana was surprised she could produce that much cum in one go, but not too surprised.

Liana dragged the limp Mary over to the couch, and sat down. "Lick me some more, Mary!" she said, and Mary sat up.

"Yay!" she said, and giggled. Soon enough, Mary's face was again submerged in Liana's pussy, licking eagerly at its folds. She stayed between Liana's legs more or less continuously for another two hours, before she became completely exhausted.

Mary just toppled over onto the floor and groaned a little bit. Her face was smeared with Liana's cum, so much so that Liana could barely see any of Mary's features. Her hair had practically gone white from all the cum mixed in it, and her clothes were ruined.

After a few minutes, Liana noticed that Mary had begun to glow a little bit. The smell of sex in Liana's living room intensified, until it was the only thing Liana could focus on. Mary grew brighter and brighter, and within the cocoon of light, her body began to change.

"Like, O, M, F, G!" said Mary's voice as the light began to die away. Her voice was much higher-pitched than before, just like Liana's voice. "I, like, feel, like, so fuckin' yummy!"

When the last of the light was gone, Liana could see how Mary had changed. The cum that had coated her was all gone, but it had left behind a much hotter girl.

Long, curly platinum blond hair fanned out from Mary's head, all over the floor. Her breasts had smashed through her clothes like two yummy, flesh-colored chestbursters. All of her hair that wasn't on her scalp had just disappeared, like it had never existed. Her skin had an even, golden tan, like she'd been sunbathing in the nude.

"Like, what, like, happened to me?" Mary whined, as she sat up. Liana grinned. "You're, like, such a bimbo now!" she said. "Just like me!"

"Aww, does that, like, mean I'm, like, a dummy now?" Mary said, pouting with her new, perfect blowjob lips.

"You've gotta be more of a dummy than me!" Liana replied. "'Cause you're my bimbo!"

Mary clapped her hands, a huge smile on her face. "Yaaaay! I'm a big bimbo dummy!" she said excitedly.

"You're my big bimbo dummy," Liana corrected, leading the new bimbo over to the heap of bags from Tom's Adult Emporium. She pulled out a spiked dog collar, and fastened it around Mary's neck.

"Well, why can't you be my big bimbo dummy?" Mary asked, as the collar snapped shut.

"Because 'L' comes before 'M', sillypants," Liana said, pulling out a leash. "That means you're just a big bimbo dummy who belongs to me!"

"I don't, like, think I'm a dummy," Mary whined, as Liana clipped the leash onto the collar.

"Look, let's see if you're a dummy," replied Liana. "What's 5 + 5?"

Mary's face took on a look of intense concentration. "Ummmmmmmmm... I, like, know I should, like, know this." She pouted, and a minute passed while she thought. Then her face brightened.

"Now I know! It's, like, fifty-five!" she said.

"No, you big dummy," Liana replied. "5 + 5 is 10!"

"Ohhh, poopy!" Mary said, stomping her foot. "I thought I was, like, smart and stuff! Ask me another question!"

"Um, okay," Liana said. "What year did the War of 1812 start?"

"Awww, no fair," Mary said, her face regaining its pouty look of concentration. "I, like, hate history." She thought for a longer time, then said, "1941?"

"Nope, silly, it started in 1812!" said Liana. "You get one last question, and then you're my big bimbo dummy for reals! What's the capital of France?"

"Oooooh, I, like, totally know this!" Mary squeaked. "It's... it's, like, London, right?"

"Bzzt, you're wrong, you big dummy!" Liana replied. "The capital of France is, like, Paris. You know, like Paris Hilton!"

"Oh no, I am your big bimbo dummy!" Mary said, as her eyes took on an even dopier look. "No, I are smart! I really is!"

Liana petted the dumb bimbo on the head. "Not any more," she said. "Now you get to be my pet bimbo! And we're gonna have, like, so much fun together!"

"Yaaaaaay!" Mary said, clapping her hands together. "I, like, love you soooo much, Liana!"

"You're my bimbo, silly," Liana said. "You don't get to call me Liana any more! Call me Mistress. You're my pet!"

"Oookay, Mistress!" Mary said, simpering up at Liana. Her Mistress smiled down at the submissive bimbo, and pointed at her pussy. "Time to lick some more," she told her Pet.

Liana settled in on the couch, and Pet started licking. For all that Pet seemed to have no experience fucking girls, she was quite good at pussy-licking. The next three hours were a constant mass of moans, as Pet licked her Mistress to orgasm over and over and over.

Finally, Liana's cellphone rang, and she went over to the kitchen to pick it up. "Oh hiiii!" she said into it.

"Hi, Liana," said Liam, from the other end. "Is it okay if I call you Liana?"

"You can, like, call me whatever you want, Master," Liana purred into the phone. Pet sat on her knees in front of Liana, begging to be allowed to lick her Mistress.

"Master? Um, okay, um, well, Liana, I was just wondering if you still want me to come over tonight." To Liana's ears, her Master's awkwardness was so endearing.

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah!" Liana replied. "I, like, totally can't wait, Master! I'm gonna, like, dress all sexy for you, and we're gonna fuck a whole lot!"

"Uh... okay then," Liam said. "I'll come over at 8, okay?" He paused, then added, "Do you want to, I dunnoh, go anywhere?"

"Just the bedroom," Liana said impishly. She gestured to Pet, and the other bimbo started licking again.

"All right, well, I, uh, I guess I'll see you, uh, then," Liam said. Just as he hung up, Liana reached climax again, and squirted another load of cum on Mary's face.

"Time to clean up, you silly Pet," Liana said. Pet nuzzled against her Mistress's side, and followed her into the bathroom.

The two bimbos frolicked in the shower for another hour, and Liana took the opportunity to get Pet to lick her more. After a certain point, though, pussylicking got kind of old. So Liana freshened the game and bent Pet over under the stream of the shower. Then she reached out and picked up a big black strap-on from under the towel she'd carried into the bathroom.

Under the shower water, Pet was shivering in anticipation, wondering what her Mistress was planning. When Mistress plunged the strap-on into her asshole, Pet bleated, and started grinding herself onto the strap-on. Pet had a very tight asshole, and it was tough going for a bit.

Soon enough, though, Liana had thoroughly reamed out her Pet's ass. Pet was up against the shower wall, whimpering, taking the strap-on as hard as possible. Through the pain, Pet reached pleasure, and her cum slid down the wall as she orgasmed.

They finished up in the shower and toweled off. Liana selected a bimbo-red bikini for her Pet, and a black leather bikini for herself. She put one of the collars around her own neck, and attached a leash to it. Even if she was Pet's Mistress, she was Master's Pet.

"Turn around and put your hands together behind your back," she told Pet. The blond bimbo obeyed, and Liana snapped a set of handcuffs around her wrists. Pet was so adorable when she was helpless.

Of course, since Pet was helplessly manacled, she couldn't do any sort of makeup, so Liana did that for her. Honestly, neither of them needed much makeup, but Liana did paint Pet's lips with the brightest, bimboiest shade of red lipstick she'd been able to find.

So, when Master knocked at the door, Liana stood right in front of the door, holding Pet's leash. She gave a huge smile and opened the door for Master.

He seemed startled to see Pet, which Liana supposed made sense. She hadn't mentioned having another bimbo to serve him.

"Master, forgive me for not mentioning this when you called, but this is Mary, my next-door neighbor. I made her my Pet this afternoon, and since I am your Pet, she is yours, as well." Pet groveled in front of her Master.

"I can't possibly..." Master said, running his hands through his hair. "Just... let's just go inside and talk about this."

He stepped inside, and Liana shut the door behind him. Upon closer examination, he appeared to be a bit bulkier than he had been last night. He was still skinnier than a beanpole, but he had some nice biceps now.

"We really need to talk about this, Liana," he said, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Talk about what, Master?" Liana asked. She thought she had an idea of what Master meant, but he might want to talk about something completely different.

"I... I... I just, I just can't keep doing all of this!" he said. "I understand you thought you were doing a good thing, making this other woman into a bimbo like you, even if I don't know how on Earth you did it."

"I-" Liana started to say, but Master held up a hand. "That wasn't an invitation to talk, Liana. I think you're beautiful and sexy, and so is your... Pet. But I don't need two women, or three or however many you want to enslave!

"Before yesterday, I didn't even really want one woman. You're special, I suppose. But I don't want a harem," he concluded.

"Sorry, Master," Liana said, bowing her head. "Punish me as you see fit. Just don't make me send Pet away, please." Pet made a pouty sad face at Master, from the floor where she sat.

"Okay," Master said. "I suppose you can keep Pet. But no more! No one else!" Liana nodded in agreement. "And don't try to wriggle out of it through some kind of loophole. I don't want any more bimbo slaves, or anything like that. Two is far more than enough."

"Yes, Master," she said. She'd been thinking about seeing if Pet's cum had the same effect as her own, but that was out of the question now.

"So, Liana?"

"Yes, Master?"

"What do you think I should call you?"

Liana looked confused. "You can call me whatever you want, Master. You're my Master. Call me Dirty Slut if you want. Call me Motherfucker. Call me Slave. You're my Master."

"Well, I was thinking that if you're a bimbo, then you need a real bimbo name," Master said. "How about 'Li-li'?"

"Oh, Master!" said Li-li. "You're so brilliant!"

He grinned. "I try. Now, let's see what we can do with your little Pet here." One week later

"Watch out, Pet," Li-li said, as the two of them stepped out of Li-li's car. "There's a puddle on your side." But it was too late, because Li-li heard a splash and a yelp.

"I'm, like, all wet!" Pet whined.

"That's your fault," Li-li replied. "Come on, the appointment's in just a few minutes."

The two of them burst into Dr. Joseph's office like a force of nature. "Eeeeeeeh!" Crystal squealed from behind the counter. "Eeeeeeeh!" Li-li squealed back.

"Like, how are you, Li-li?" Crystal said, twirling a strand of hair.

"Oh, I'm, like, totes great!" Li-li replied, her face filled with a huge smile. "Crystal, I wanna introduce you to my Pet here. She's, like, my own personal bimbo."

"Wow!" Crystal said, taking a good look at Pet. "She's, like, sooooo cute! Not as cute as you, though, honey!" She held out her arms, and Li-li gave the receptionist a hug.

"Dr. Joseph says you should just, like, go right through to room 69." The two of them giggled. "He'll be waiting there."

"'Kay!" Li-li said, leading Pet towards the door. "See ya later, Crystal!"

"Totes yeah, Li-li!" Crystal replied. "You wanna go to Angels tomorrow night? It's, like, amateur night!"

"Sounds great!" Li-li said. "I'll, like, totes be there!"

Li-li and Pet went through the door into the back of Dr. Joseph's office, and down the hallway. Sure enough, Ming and Dr. Joseph were both awaiting them in room 69.

"Oh hiiiiii!" Li-li and Ming said at the same time, then giggled. Dr. Joseph seemed more interested in Pet. "Where did you get her, Li-li?" he asked.

"Oh, Pet's my next-door neighbor. We just, like, fucked a bunch last week, and she ate my cum, and now she's, like, such a bimbo too!"

"I see," said Dr. Joseph. "Well, go ahead and take a seat. Your Pet can sit in the corner." Li-li did what Dr. Joseph said, and so did Pet. They might both have a Master, but Dr. Joseph was like a god to them.

"So, have you noticed anything hurting in the last week?" he asked, sticking a mirror into Li-li's mouth. She shook her head, and he nodded approvingly.

"Good, good. Everything looks perfectly fine, and I don't think you should have any problems. Now, do you want a treat?"




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 01



Li-li perked up. "Ooooh, yes, Doctor!" She snuggled into the chair as he unzipped his fly. He tilted the chair back, and thrust his cock into her pussy.

"Oooooh, aaaah," Li-li groaned. Over Dr. Joseph's shoulder, she could see Pet eating out Ming. "Ooooh, fuck me, Doc Joseph!"

They climaxed together, Dr. Joseph injecting his semen deep into her pussy. Li-li screamed to a climax, and gave a huge sigh. He pulled back, smiling down at his latest bimbo, and Li-li smiled back.

"I think everything's going fine, and I hope you'll come back here for a cleaning appointment in a few months," Dr. Joseph said, as if he hadn't just fucked her brain out. Off in the corner, Ming had stuffed a dildo up Pet's ass, and the two of them were on the verge of climax.

A few seconds later, they came together, as Li-li and Dr. Joseph watched. The two lovers slid down the wall into a heap on the floor. An exhausted Pet looked up at her Mistress with a vapid grin on her face. Li-li smiled down at Pet, and beckoned her closer.

"Time for us to go, Pet," she said, standing up from the chair. Pet pouted at her Mistress, but obeyed, like a good girl.

"So, how have you been this past week?" Dr. Joseph asked, as the four of them strolled down the hallway.

"Oh, it's been, like, so awesome!" Li-li said enthusiastically. "I'm having sooooo much sex, and it's a lotta fun havin' a Master!

"And Pet's been a lot more fun, too!" she said, petting the blond bimbo's head. Pet nodded in agreement.

"See, we got her some sweet tattoos over the weekend," Li-li added, pointing out the ink Pet had gotten on Sunday. Above her bellybutton, she had a "BIMBO" tattoo, and as a tramp stamp, she had a "SLUT" tattoo. On her arm, obscured by a bandage, there was the beginning of a chain tattoo that would eventually wrap around her whole upper body.

"Master and I are gonna have so much fun playing with her, and it's all thanks to you, Dr. Joseph!" she concluded, giving him a big hug. He smiled and hugged back.

"Good for you, Li-li," he said. "I hope you have a great time with your Master and your Pet. And I hope you'll be back here in a few months for a cleaning."

"You betcha!" she replied, giggling. She gave Ming a kiss on the lips, which turned into a few seconds of making out. The two bimbos separated, and giggled at each other.

"See ya later!" Li-li said, waving back at Ming and Dr. Joseph as she and Pet passed through the door to the front of the office. Crystal gave her a big grin and the two of them hugged. "Don't forget!" Crystal said.

Li-li nodded. "We're gonna knock their socks off, girl!" she said, as she walked out of Dr. Joseph's office. Pet tagged along in her wake.

"Come on, you big sillyhead!" she said to Pet. "We're gonna go get piercings, and then we're gonna go have fun with Master!"

"Yay!" Pet said. "I wanna, like, get my nose pierced! Then you and Master can lead me around on a chain!"

"We can totally do that!" Li-li replied. "Now get in the car!"

Pet hopped in the passenger seat, giggling like hell. She was so cute when she was just a dumb little bimbo. Which was all the time, now.

Her life really was a lot better, Li-li reflected, as she walked around to the other side. The old her, "Liana", or whatever she'd called herself, had been so boring. Liana didn't get to have sex all the time, or be her Master's bimbo. Liana hadn't done anything worthwhile. Liana wasn't any fun at all.

Li-li, on the other hand, got to do all sorts of fun things. She got to blow guys, every day. She got to wake up to her own pussylicking alarm clock, courtesy of Pet. She got to serve Master, which was the best thing in the whole world. Two times in the last week, he had even done her in the ass.

It hurt her a bit that Master had forbidden her from giving him the harem he deserved. She knew it shouldn't. She knew she should just want to obey him in everything. But she thought he needed more girls. He needed bimbos to serve him 24/7, and she couldn't do that with just Pet.

Well, perhaps he would change his mind, in time. Or she could change it for him. Or, perhaps, she could find a way around his command.

In the meantime, she was keeping tabs on some likely girls. There was a new nurse in the neurosurgery department who didn't have a lot of friends. She would probably be easy to bimbify.

Someday soon.



Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 02



Part 2: Marsha

Going to the dentist always made Marsha feel nervous. Of course, most things that involved leaving her home made her nervous. She could deal with work, but that wasn't very frequent. Most of the time, her boss allowed her to work from home, but every so often, she had to actually come in to the actual office.

"Jesus, Marsha," her boss would say, "you've gotta find some way to get over your problems." And she would promise to try to come in more often, and promptly ignore that promise. The only reason she was still employed was that no one else in the office could match her when it came to editing.

She didn't even know the names of her neighbors. They probably barely noticed she existed. Certainly, she doubted they knew what she looked like. Everyone else around her seemed to go off to work or school with no hesitation. The few times she'd bothered to go outside, everything around her seemed still and quiet, like everyone had vanished.

Sometimes she wondered when exactly things had gone wrong for her. There wasn't really a defining incident that had pushed her into being so agoraphobic. Some agoraphobes had a sad story about being raped, or some other trauma that kept them from functioning normally in public. Marsha just didn't like going out in public. She was just naturally shy, and a few bad experiences over the years, combined with a personal tendency to drift without an external impetus, as well as the ability to telecommute, had turned her into someone who could barely leave her house without a great deal of preparation and worry.

It had taken her all morning to get herself ready for this appointment. Not because she expected any trouble. Just because she was seeing a completely new dentist, didn't mean that anything at all was wrong. But for two hours, she'd been at the edge of hyperventilating just from the thought of going outside.

Cautiously, slowly, she made her way towards the garage door. Napoleon, her grizzled tabby cat, eyed her from his perch atop the a bookcase in the living room. He seemed to be saying, Boy, these hoomans are weird, aren't they? His partner-in-crime, Gibbon, a beefy all-black cat, sprawled on the kitchen floor in Marsha's path, as if he knew about the turmoil in her head, and was saying, You don't really want to go out, so why even bother? Just stay here and pet me. He purred like a buzz-saw and rolled over to show his furry tummy.

"That's really cute of you," Marsha said, kneeling down to pet Gibbon's belly. "But I've got to go out and get myself taken care of. I can't just lay around doing nothing, like you guys." She withdrew her hand, ignoring Gibbon's pitiful, entreating glances, and stood up straight.

Without further ado, she opened the door to the garage. Before either Napoleon or Gibbon could rise to their feet, Marsha shut the door and locked it. They'd both escaped before, and that had terrified Marsha. It had meant the dilemma of either wandering around outside, looking for a small animal with a natural talent for concealment, or sitting inside, trembling in fear at the possibility that they might just never come back.

She hopped into her car, opened the garage door, turned the key in the ignition, and started backing up down the driveway. All around her, her little suburban neighborhood was still and quiet.

Except that her next-door neighbor was out in the yard. Marsha didn't know much about her, except that she worked the night shift somewhere. Aside from that, all Marsha knew was that her name was Lacey, and she was at least a decade younger than Marsha. The few times Marsha had seen her, she'd been exercising in the front yard.

Marsha ignored Lacey's wave, and turned out of the driveway. She didn't have the time to socialize, or the inclination. Perhaps part of that was rationalization, but she really did need to get to her appointment.

The drive was much easier than getting out of her house had been. In her car, Marsha could at least pretend she was walled away from other people. Even if there were windows, she didn't really have to open up to anyone else. She was just one more person passing by in traffic.

She reached the dentist's office without incident and parked her car. After reassuring herself, multiple times, that she had everything she needed, Marsha stepped out of her car. The shopping center around the office seemed as though it were asleep. So much the better; that just meant she wouldn't run into anyone else.

The moment she stepped inside the office, Marsha started to worry about her choice of dentist. Perhaps she should've tried a different dentist. Surely there was another place she could go to, besides this one.

"Hiiiiii!" chirped the receptionist. She looked peppy and excited about being at work. She looked Arabic, to Marsha's somewhat practiced eye. But, most of all, she looked like one of the sluttiest bimbos Marsha had ever seen.

Her breasts were enormous, and mostly exposed, thanks to a deeply plunging neckline and an extremely sparing use of fabric below her nipples. At a certain point, some outfits became so pointlessly exposing, in Marsha's opinion, that their wearers ought to just walk around nude and be done with it. In this case, the receptionist seemed like she would've been just fine with that. If ravenous moths consumed all of her clothes, she, doubtless, wouldn't even bother to try covering herself.

"Um," Marsha said, timidly. "Um," she tried again. "I, um, I'm here for my appointment."

"Oooookay!" the receptionist replied, brightening. "That means you're, like, on this computey thingie." She waved a hand at the monitor on her desk, flashing her long, sparkly pink fingernails at Marsha. "Like, what's your name?"

"Marsha," Marsha said. "Marsha Smith." The receptionist stuck her tongue out and started carefully typing Marsha's name into the computer.

"That's, like, a rilly tough name," the receptionist observed. "My name's, like, so totes easy. It's just 'Noor'." Marsha thought, uncharitably but possibly truthfully, that Noor might not be able to remember a tougher name.

At last, Noor finished typing it in and triumphantly pressed "ENTER". She squinted at the screen and said, "Oh, okay! There you are, Maci! Dr. Joseph wants you in room 7! Okey-dokey?"

"Um, my name is Marsha," Marsha said. Noor nodded. "Right, your name is Maci. Go right on in, Maci!"

Marsha sighed and decided not to correct the receptionist. That seemed like a battle she'd already lost. Instead, she opened the door that led deeper into the office, and stepped through.

Maybe, she thought, Noor was just eye candy. Perhaps the hygienist would be better. Hell, it would be hard to be worse. She stepped into room 7 feeling cautiously optimistic.

"Hiiiiiii!" said the hygienist, a Chinese woman with the same overinflated curves as Noor. Marsha's heart sank, but she still took her seat in the exam chair. What choice did she have, at this point? Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

As soon as she sat down and leaned back, the hygienist rushed up to her and leaned in close. Marsha felt the other woman's boobs rubbing up against her own chest. The hygienist grinned and, before Marsha could say anything, planted a big, wet kiss on Marsha's lips.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and Marsha struggled to get free, at first. Gradually, though, she felt something sapping her energy, and she relaxed into the bimbo's embrace. A silly smile spread across Marsha's face, as the hygienist withdrew. "Feeling better, Maci?"

Marsha wanted to protest that that was not her name, but she didn't have the energy for that. Instead, she giggled. It seemed like the right thing to do right now.

"My name is, like, Ming, and I'm sooooo glad to meetcha!" the hygienist said. She shook her boobs at Marsha, and Marsha giggled in reply. Her disgust and shyness had faded into the background, and she felt more relaxed than ever before.

As Ming fussed around, picking at Marsha's teeth, Marsha noticed something else. Her mind was still hazy, caught up in the contact between her and the bimbo-hygienist. But she was conscious enough to notice the smell that seemed to hang around her.

It was a heavy, musky scent, one that made Marsha think of embarrassing acts with men and women. She was vaguely surprised that she couldn't see curtains of scent hanging around her. Where could it come from? Was she just imagining it? And was there any way she could take that scent home with her?

Gradually, the heat within her, the scent around her, and the swing of Ming's pendulous breasts above her sent Marsha into a trance-like state. She floated through a sexual landscape within herself, picturing herself in previously inconceivable situations. Deep inside, she still had a vague sense of where she was. She still knew, deep down, that she was in a dentist's office. But the rest of her being hung suspended in an erotic fantasyland, caught in heated depths she couldn't have imagined before...

"Ahem," said a voice above her. Marsha blinked and found the haze of lust in her mind fading away, returning her to the real world. "I'm sorry to have to wake you like that," said the voice, "since you seemed so comfortable."

A man's face swam into view above her. Nothing about him seemed exceptional in any way. He was a very average-looking, middle-aged white guy. Brown hair, brown eyes, plastic-framed glasses. His nose wasn't anything special, his hair was neatly cut in a short, generic fashion, and he had a perfectly middling sort of body. He probably worked out, but he didn't look particularly muscled.

"Hi, Ms. Smith," he said. "Are you awake?" He smiled averagely at her, and set down a tool he'd been holding in his hand. "Ms. Smith, I'm Dr. Joseph, and I'm going to need you to open your mouth there. Ming said there was something I needed to take a look at, so here I am. Can I take a look at your teeth?"

"Oh- okay," Marsha stammered. She opened her mouth wide, and Dr. Joseph leaned in. "Yes, mm-hmm. Hmm," he murmured. "That does not look good."

He stood up straight, a sorrowful expression on his face. "It looks like you've got a fairly significant problem, Ms. Smith," he said. "Tell me, have you ever had any problems with your left upper molars?"

"Huh?" Marsha said intelligently. Then she shook herself and said, "Well, I don't remember anything, but I suppose it's possible. It's been a little while since I had a checkup."

"Despite which you managed to keep your teeth in quite good shape," Dr. Joseph said. "The only problem is that there's a subtle flaw in one of your left upper molars. It's all the way at the back, so you'd have trouble reaching it with a toothbrush. If you don't get it treated now, I expect you'll be back within a month or so, complaining about a bad toothache. Assuming, of course, that you don't chip it before then."

"So this happened since my last checkup?" Marsha asked, and Dr. Joseph nodded. "I wouldn't blame your last dentist for missing it. It's the sort of thing that's hard to find until it's nearly too late. You're very lucky that you came in when you did."

"And what do I have to do to fix it?" Marsha said, starting to run through her budget in her head. How much of the operation would her insurance cover? Was there going to be lots of paperwork involved? Would she need to take money from her savings account to pay for it?

"We can handle it here, if you don't mind coming back so soon," Dr. Joseph said. He pulled out a little notebook and consulted it. "It shouldn't take too long, but it will require general anesthesia. Do you have anyone who can pick you up from here?"

"Uh, no," Marsha said decisively. "No family? No friends?" Dr. Joseph persisted. "You can call a cab, but you really ought to try someone you know you can trust, if you can."

"I'll, um, see if I can find anyone," Marsha said. "But I will make that appointment." She felt as if she were glowing when she said that. It made her feel strong, like she wasn't the world's biggest shut-in. Of course, when all was said and done, she would probably go back home and feel all the same anxieties and nothing would change for her, ever.

"You do that," Dr. Joseph said. "Noor will handle you out front." That part made Marsha frown internally. She really didn't want to have anything to do with that bimbo, but apparently she had no choice.

Dr. Joseph left the room as Marsha sat up. Ming was hovering around in one corner of the room, a big bimbo grin on her stupid bimbo face. Marsha stuck out her tongue, and scurried out of the room, somewhat astonished at her own temerity. What had gotten into her today?

"Hiiiiii, Maci!" Noor said when Marsha stepped out into the front office. "You're gonna, like, make a 'ppointment an' stuff? Like, when are we gonna see you again?"

"Well, uh, when's the next opening?" Marsha asked, throttling down her aversion to bimbos. Dr. Joseph might be a halfway decent dentist, but he had a teenager's taste in women. Perhaps his surgery assistant wouldn't be quite as stupid.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Noor said, neatly summing up the extent of her thought processes. "Ummmmmmm, there's, like, a slot next Tuesday. The computer says that's, like, um, one, two, three, four, five days away." The damn bimbo had to actually count to five using her fingers. What would happen if Marsha paid for her appointment in cash? Would Noor need to take off her shoes to count to twenty?

"Tuesday works," Marsha said curtly. "What time?"

"Uhhhhhhh..." Noor repeated. "Uhhhh, like, twelve noon?"

"That'll do," Marsha said, making a note of the time and date. "Do I need to pay anything right now?" She needed to get out of here and go home, where she definitely wasn't going to masturbate to the thought of Dr. Joseph taking her hard. Nope, she definitely wasn't about to do that.

"Nope!" Noor said perkily. "You're, like, totes covered! See ya later, Maci! Buh-bye!"

Marsha pushed the door open, barely restraining herself from correcting the bimbo. What was the fucking point? If some stupid Arabic bimbo wanted to call her a stupid bimbo name, Marsha wasn't going to bother correcting her. The damn bimbo would just forget, anyway.

All the way back in her car, Marsha was silent on the surface, but beneath, she seethed with barely suppressed lust. Little as she wanted to admit it, both Ming and Noor had been very attractive women. She'd never exactly been the sort of person to notice female beauty, or care about anyone's, even her own.

But for all their annoying bimbosity, Noor and Ming had been highly attractive women. Sure, they'd had the figures of cartoon women, but if any non-cartoons could pull off those kinds of proportions, it was Noor and Ming. Luscious, voluptuous women, with the faces to match their bosoms.

What had happened, Marsha wondered, that she was thinking of women in such a way? She had a vague memory of something about Ming, but she could've just imagined that. Surely someone as professional as Dr. Joseph wouldn't allow his hygienists to kiss his patients. She had a much harder time imagining that.

By the time she pulled into her driveway, Marsha was feeling very good. So much so that she didn't scurry away when she noticed Lacey walking over. Maybe she needed to try talking to someone new. It might help her break out of her old habits.

"Hello!" Lacey said, smiling. She looked just as gorgeous up close as she did from a distance. The younger woman had a petite frame, but a good set of curves in spite of that. Wavy blonde hair hung down past her shoulders, framing a fine-boned face with blue eyes and a snub nose. If there were ever an exhibition at a museum about "Wholesome-Looking American Girls", Lacey could be its centerpiece.

Marsha, in contrast, was all too aware of her own... subpar looks. She was a couple steps beyond "pudgy", but not quite downright "fat". Part of it was probably that she didn't get out much, which limited the amount she could exercise, though she did have a treadmill and an elliptical in her basement. The other part might have to do with her genetics.

Some women were just naturally prone to taking on fat. Which made sense, of course, from an evolutionary standpoint. But it was more than a bit awkward these days, when food was plentiful for Marsha and women like Lacey were the platonic ideal of womanhood. Marsha's grandmother had been fat, her aunts were even tubbier, and her mother, bless her heart, had eaten herself into a very large early grave. She tried to balance her natural tendencies with healthy, homemade food, but that only went so far. And making regular visits to the grocery store was a bit hard to manage for a shut-in.

All that explained why Marsha felt more than a bit envious of Lacey. If she had a good personality to go with her good looks, that would just make it worse for Marsha's self-esteem. Someone this beautiful should be an ugly bitch on the inside. Of course, she barely knew the woman. Maybe this was some kind of façade.

"Sorry to bother you," Lacey went on, "but I realized that I've been your neighbor for almost a year, and we've never talked in that time. I'm Lacey. You're Marsha, right?"

"Uh, yes," Marsha replied. It occurred to her that this was one of the first times she'd spoken to anyone in person for months. She tried not to fuck it up.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Marsha," Lacey went on, blithely unaware of Marsha's internal monologue. "I was just wondering if I could borrow some sugar so I can make a batch of my Mom's snickerdoodles. I just ran out, and I'd rather not make a grocery store run if I don't have to."

"Um, sure," Marsha said, stepping out of the car. She felt a chill run down her spine as she really stepped out of her comfort zone for the first time in ages. First Dr. Joseph's office, now this. She could only hope this sort of thing wasn't going to be a daily occurrence.

"So, I hardly ever see you leave, Marsha," Lacey said, following in the older woman's footsteps. "Do you work from home, or something?"

"Yeah," Marsha said, itching for an excuse to tell the girl to shut up. At least, she thought she was. For now, at least, she was going to pretend to be at ease.

"Yeah," she said again. "I'm an editor at a big publishing house, and I prefer to work on things from home." She unlocked the garage door and carefully opened it, making sure neither Napoleon nor Gibbon lurked near the door, seeking an escape route.

Marsha stepped inside, and Lacey followed. Napoleon appeared from nowhere right in front of the neighbor's feet, and she barely avoided tripping on him. "Hey there, kitty," she said. She knelt a bit and started scratching Napoleon behind his ears. He purred loudly and pushed into the friendly fingers.

Gibbon popped up from behind the couch, and waltzed over to Lacey's feet. She diverted one of her hands to Gibbon's neck, and he added his purr to Napoleon's. The two cats looked up at the neighbor happily, and Marsha looked on, feeling surprisingly happy. At least Lacey was good with cats, though she wasn't sure why that should be important at all.

"Here, you can have this bag of sugar," Marsha said, handing over a 2-pound bag of sugar. "I got it to use when I make coffee, but I hardly ever make coffee. Really, I don't need it."

"Well, thanks," Lacey replied. "And I'll bring some of the cookies over here when I finish, because I certainly can't eat a whole pan all by myself." She chuckled. "Well, I suppose I could," she added, "but I can't do it very often."

"Oh, you don't need to do that," Marsha protested weakly. Deep inside, she knew that she actually couldn't wait for the cookies to be finished, so that Lacey could come back over. But she couldn't just come out and say that. It was so against the grain for her to welcome company, that she automatically tried to avoid the possibility.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 02



"That's what neighbors are for, honey," Lacey replied, with a dazzling smile. "I'll probably bring them over tomorrow, okay? And we can have some tea, and talk about cats and stuff."

"Sure," Marsha replied, caving in to her neighbor's bubbly enthusiasm for neighborliness. "You can come over any time you like. Just try to let me know in advance."

"Gotcha," Lacey said, giving Napoleon one last scratch. He purred and rubbed up against her legs, looking up expectantly. "Come on, you silly cat," Marsha said, picking the tabby up and cradling him in her arms.

"See you then," Lacey said, opening the garage door and stepping out. Marsha waved at her, then ducked back inside, still holding a loudly protesting Napoleon in her arms. She was left to wonder, as she closed the garage door, just what had gotten into her since the dentist's office. And why she'd picked up Napoleon, when she knew he didn't like being picked up. Moments before he could sink his claws into her flesh, she let him go, and sunk down on her couch, deep in thought.

Five days later

"Thanks for the ride," Marsha said to Lacey, as they entered the parking lot. "I really, really didn't want to impose, but..."

"Oh, please," Lacey replied, waving away Marsha's effusiveness. "It's not that big a deal, and you weren't imposing. I was headed out this way to begin with. You said the surgery's supposed to take an hour or so, right?"

"Yeah, that's what the email said," Marsha consulted her smartphone. "But I really mean it when I thank you. I didn't know anyone who'd do this for me until you introduced yourself. Seriously, thank you."

"Oh, come on," Lacey said, her cheeks flaming a bit. "It really isn't that much of a problem for me. Seriously, any neighbor would do the same, right?"

"Of course," Marsha said, her cheeks flaming a bit, too. "So I'll see you in a little bit." She stepped out of the car and added, over her shoulder, "And, Lacey? Thank you." She walked away feeling better about herself than she ever had before.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Noor warbled as Marsha walked through the front door. Marsha sighed a bit, but her heart just wasn't in it. She still found the Arabic bimbo annoying, but she really couldn't bring herself to puncture her obvious happiness. In a certain way, it was actually nice to see the energy Noor brought to her job.

"Uh, you're, like, Maci, right?" the bimbo added, her face scrunching up into a pouty little frown. Marsha rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, that's me. Where should I go?"

"I dunno," Noor replied, then she seemed to remember something. "Oh yeah! You're, like, doing the surgery thingy, right? You totes wanna go to room 69!" She giggled. "Just gotta go, like, all the way down the hall! You can't miss it!"

"Okay," Marsha said, opening the door that would let her leave Noor behind. The hall was about the same as before, but she went all the way down this time. Noor was right about one thing - she couldn't miss room 69. Not with a big huge number on its door.

She entered the surgery room, and found herself in the company of two more bimbos. One was Ming, from the other day, who giggled and waved, bouncing up and down. The other was an equally curvy redhead, who looked up from a tray of tools and giggled.

Marsha was moderately okay with Ming, if only from familiarity. But she wasn't sure about the redhead. Ming at least wore scrubs. The redhead seemed to have taken her professional fashion cues from a nurse-themed porno set in the 1950s. Her outfit was tight and white, with a miniskirt so short Marsha expected to see a little bit of red fuzz poking out.

For just a second, Marsha considered turning around and leaving. There were plenty of other dentists who could handle this. And odds were, they wouldn't have bimbos on their staff.

But she took a seat on the chair in the center of the room, and allowed herself to lay back. The redhead giggled and flounced over, mask in hand. "Time to go nightie-night!" she exclaimed, and put the mask over Marsha's nose and face. As Marsha inhaled, she felt the world around her dissolving away, bit by bit. The last things she saw before dropping into unconsciousness were the redhead's freckled boobs jiggling.

The blackness pulled away in front of Maci, to reveal a vast cavern. She was about halfway from the top, floating in a sea of huge bubbles. Why hadn't any of the bubbles popped? She peered into one and saw long rows of double-spaced text in a binder - a manuscript she'd read before.

No sooner had Maci peered into the bubble, than it popped. She reeled back in surprise, as she felt other bubbles popping around her. A smaller bubble containing what appeared to be a battle of some kind popped right in her face, covering her in something wet. The only response that felt right was giggling, and so she giggled. Her giggle seemed to make the bubbles pop faster, so she giggled again, just to see what would happen.

The bubbles beneath her seemed to collapse, and Maci squeaked as she felt herself plummeting to the bottom of the cavern. She was pretty sure none of this was real, but it sure felt really. Fortunately, not all the bubbles beneath her had popped.

Maci landed on the handful of remaining bubbles hard enough to drive the air from her lungs. But otherwise, she felt pretty much awesomer than ever before. So she did the obvious thing. She giggled.

Two of the bubbles beneath her swelled in size at her giggle. She squeaked and rolled over, peering into the one she was still on. It was hard, at first, to tell exactly what was happening, but gradually she was able to make out something that looked like a porno. This bubble was definitely all about fucking.

For some reason, the thought of fucking all the time, fucking everyone, fucking everywhere, fucking for any reason at all, made Maci giggle uncontrollably. Beneath her, the bubbles grew larger and larger and larger so very, very quickly. The fucking bubble seemed to grow larger, but Maci could barely tell. She was so caught up in giggling.

When the bubble reached the ceiling, with her still on top of it, Maci squealed in surprise. The ceiling felt surprisingly warm to the touch, which was nice, given that the bubble had covered everything else around her. Maybe if she just kept on doing what she'd been doing...

She giggled, and the whole cavern vanished in a wet pop.

"Ms. Smith?" said a familiar male voice. "Ms. Smith, can you hear me? Can you see this?" A bright light shone in Maci's eyes, and she waved it away with a giggle.

"Like, of course I can, you big sillypants!" Maci replied, blinking her eyes as the world appeared around her again. The room was much like she remembered from before the mask went on, only she felt much funner. She giggled, and the two bimbos in the room joined in.

"Excellent, excellent," Dr. Joseph replied. "The surgery seems to have worked quite well. Are you feeling well?"

"Oh, yeah! I, like, feel like a million bucks!" Maci chirped, then tried to frown. It came out as a pout, but she continued on anyway. "'Cept my titties kinda hurt a bit." She looked down at her chest.

"I thought my titties were, like, so much more tinier," Maci pouted. "Now I gotta, like, buy a whole new wardrobe and shit!"

"You can start with this outfit," Dr. Joseph said, gesturing at a tiny pile of spandex and leather on a tray next to the chair. Maci cooed at the sight and jumped to her feet. She ripped off her old, boring clothes and plunged enthusiastically into the new outfit.

When she had finished, Maci looked down at herself. "Ain't I, like, the cutest?" she asked Dr. Joseph, who smiled. "Try looking in the mirror," he said, pointing behind her.

Maci spun around and found herself facing a full-length mirror that had somehow appeared in the surgery room. "Oooooh, I'm just, like, soooo totes fuckable!" she squealed. Her titties were so much bigger, and her tiny outfit spotlighted that.

A small spandex top barely covered the upper edges of her nipples, and stopped far short of her bellybutton. Below her waist, a tiny leather thong technically covered her pussy, but she could see a little shock of hair poking out. "All the boys and girls are gonna totes eat me up, aren't they, Dr. Joseph?" she said, looking over her shoulder.

"They sure will," Dr. Joseph said, smiling. "Perhaps you should put on some different shoes, though." He held out a ridiculously high pair of stilettos.

"Oh yeah!" Maci replied brightly. "These old shoes, like, hurt my feet and shit. And those are soooo much more fuckable!" She tossed her old, serviceable shoes to the side and wriggled her feet into the heels.

"Alright, off with you," Dr. Joseph said, making a shooing motion. "Your friend is waiting for you in the waiting room. I'll bet you want to give her a little present for being so nice to you." He took the two bimbos by the arm and pulled them close to his body.

"Oh totes yeah!" Maci gushed. "Like, thanks a ton, Dr. Joseph!"

"My pleasure," Dr. Joseph, and the bimbos giggled. Maci giggled in reply, and stepped out of the surgery room. She shut the door behind her, but not before she heard a thud and a zipper being unzipped.

She jiggled her way down the hallway, heels clicking on the floor. When she opened the door, Noor sat behind the desk, giggling at something. "Oh hiiiiiii!" she said as Maci opened the door. "I like your friend, Maci! She's gonna be, like, totes hot!"

"Marsha?" Laci asked, her voice slurred. She was sprawled across a row of chairs, and she looked a bit out of it. Her pants were unzipped and halfway down. A pink thong covered her pussy, though she had shoved it aside to stick her fingers into that pink crevice.

"Awwww, you're, like, so cute," Maci replied. "You're totes right, Noor. Laci's gonna be, like, such a yummy fuckable treat." She stepped over to her befuddled neighbor and pulled Laci's fingers out. "I got, like, a much awesomer pussy for you, 'kay?"

"Huh?" Laci said, then she squeaked as her hand plunged into Maci's pussy. Maci giggled and reciprocated, sticking a whole hand up Laci's pussy. The two neighbors squeaked as Laci rolled over and fell off the chairs, bringing Maci down to the floor with her.

Maci sat up on her cute little butt and pulled Laci closer. "Come on, Laci," she said, wrinkling her nose. "You're gonna lick my pussy, and we're, like, both gonna be hot bimbos! We're gonna fuck, like, everyone in the world!"

"Wha?" Laci replied, as Maci spread her legs. "C'mon, let's fuck, hot stuff!" Maci said. She unbuckled her thong and pushed an unresisting Laci towards the wet crevice. "Lick me, cutie-pie!"

Laci's tongue licked out, into Maci's pink folds. "Oh yeah, keep on licking, you dumb slut," Maci moaned. "You and me are gonna fuck so hard. And we're gonna be the bestest bimbos in the whole fucking world!"

The two women writhed around on the floor, oblivious to anything around else around them. Maci found her vision narrowing, as her whole body rose to a climax. She gasped as her whole being came to the peak of ecstasy, and she came.

As she once again became aware of the world around her, Maci noticed that her cum was surprisingly plentiful. Most of it had splattered onto Laci's face, but there were stray bits that had hit the carpet, and she could still feel some dripping from her pussy. "H- hey. Laci," she said, still unsteady with lust. "Lick up all that shit, 'kay?"

Laci nodded, a dazed expression on her face beneath the cum. As Maci watched, her neighbor began cleaning up the mess. Every bit of cum, Maci observed, seemed to inflate Laci just a bit more. Her blond neighbor grew blonder, and bit by bit, curvier. Maybe Maci was just being full of pride or shit, but she thought that the end result didn't hold a candle to her own bimbo body.

The last bit of cum in the carpet was hard to get out, but Laci managed. And when she finished, Maci held out her cupped hands, in which she held the remainder of her cum, the stuff that had leaked out of her pussy. Laci giggled and licked it out of Maci's hands. It was the last little bit that completed Laci's transformation, and the two bimbos sat on the floor, looking at each other.

They were practically mirror images of each other, though Maci was a bit more bimboey. Both had long, flowing platinum blond hair. Both had enormous titties, and big jiggly butts. The only real difference, in Maci's opinion, was that she had a decent tan, and her titties might be a bit bigger.

Laci giggled, and Maci giggled back. Noor, behind the counter, giggled with them. They looked up at her, and she tittered wildly. "You guys are, like, totes hot and shit, but you gotta go somewhere else now. Dr. Joseph has some other appointment soon."

"Okey-dokey," Maci replied cheerily. "We gotta, like, shop and shit, anyhow. Come on, Laci." Laci moaned something that sounded like, "Nooooo," so Maci dipped a finger into her pussy and held it out.

The other bimbo responded immediately, lunging towards the musky smell of cum. Maci carefully kept it just out of Laci's grasp, maneuvering her bimbo into standing up. With her heels being so tall, it was easy to keep her finger out of reach. But once Laci had stood all the way up, Maci let her lick the finger clean.

Laci moved to squat back down, trying to get to Maci's pussy again. "No, no, no," Maci said. She put her arm around Laci's shoulder and held the other bimbo close. "We gotta go, Laci. C'mon, c'mon."

The two bimbos staggered out of the office and into the light. Laci was still totally out of it, so Maci steered the two of them towards the car. "Hey, Laci," she said. "Hey, girl, wake up. You, like, totes gotta tell me where I can get some sexy shit to wear. Laci!"

"Huh? Sexy... uh, uh, you're totes sexy without clothes and shit," Laci muttered. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Maci propped her friend up against the car and started looking for the keys. "Oh, um, uh," Laci said, gathering her thoughts, "Uh, you, like, want the keys or what?"

"Like, totes yeah," Maci replied. "C'mon, cutie-pie, snap out of it. You gotta drive, 'member?"

"Oh! Oh yeah!" Laci said, returning to full consciousness. "Uh, my keys are in, like, the back pocket of my pants." She pouted. "Now that my butt's, like, so cute and big, they're, like, digging in and it totes hurts and shit."

"Okey-dokey!" Maci said, fishing out the keys carefully. Laci moved to get in on the passenger side, and Maci grabbed her wrist. "No, you big sillypants," she said, "that's, like, my side of the car. You gotta drive, and, like do all that shit."

"I totes knew that," Laci replied, edging around the front of the car. "I was just, like, testing to see that you, like, remembered."

"Nuh-uh," Maci said, sticking her tongue out. "You're a big silly bimbo now, and you forgot where the drivy stuff is. If I hadn't, like, reminded you, you'd be totes lost."

"You're a big silly bimbo," Laci retorted. "You're the one who, like, did this shit to me. How come you get to be the boss of me?"

"'Cause I'm still a smarty-pants," Maci said, hopping into the passenger seat. "You're a big ol' dumbo now, and that means you gotta do what I say. And that means you gotta drive when I, like, tell you to drive."

"No!" Laci said, starting up the engine, after five failed attempts at sticking the key into the ignition. "I ain't no big dumbo! You're, like, a more big dumbo than me!"

"Oh yeah?" Maci said. "Then what's 1 + 1?"

"That's so easy," Laci replied. "It's, like, one-one, or eleven, or, ya know, whatever the shit that dumb number is."

"No, it's not," Maci said. "It's 2. I'm, like, really fuckin' sure of that."

"Awww, that ain't fair," Laci said. She fiddled with the air conditioning and pressed the gas pedal, but they were still in park. "I hate math. Ask me, like, something about geo... geo... geographics, or whatever."

"Uh, okay," Maci replied. "If you're really a smartypants, like me, then you gotta answer this. What's, like, the capital of America?"

"Oooh, I totes know this!" Laci said, as she tried to shift into reverse using the stereo. "The capital's America City! Or no, wait, it's New York City! That's the capital!"

"Nope." Maci frowned. "It's, like, Washington, even though there's, like, a state called Washington. I dunnoh why. But you're totes not a smartypants the way I am. That's why you gotta do what I say!"

"Awww," Laci pouted. "That's, like, totes no fair. We're both bimbos, ya know. Why can't we, like, just be bimbos together?"

"'Cause if I didn't do any of the thinky stuff, you'd, like, never get any shit done." Maci pointed at the shifter. "And you gotta use that to get into reverse. Move it 'till it's up against the 'R'."

"That's totes what I was about to do," Laci retorted, though she'd been fiddling with the side-view mirrors. She put the car into reverse and backed out with surprising care. Maybe Laci just needed a good start to be a driving bimbo.

"Now, we're not gonna go back home yet," Maci said, as they pulled up to the parking lot exit. "You're gonna take me to, like, the best place for sexy clothes you've ever gone to. Any ideas?"

"Oh." Laci paused for a very long moment to think, and then brightened. "Oh, yah, I totes know where to go! There's this, like, boutick or boutek or boutique, or, like, however you say that shit. It's called Kandy's Klothes, and it's, like, only a couple miles away." She scratched her forehead. "But I'm not sure, like, which couple of miles away. I mean, do we go, like, left, or right? Or straight, maybe?"

"Don't go straight," Maci warned. Straight didn't lead into anything. If they went a couple miles straight, they'd probably crash through a couple houses on the way. "Here, lemme look it up on my phone."

Maci pulled up a map app and typed in "Candy's Clothes". The app corrected her by inserting the "K"s and she rolled her eyes. "Uh, 'kay now. It says, uh, take a left. Then..."

Laci turned right, directly into the path of a semi-trailer. She barely missed getting splattered, managing, at the last second, to reach the second lane. "Aw, fuck!" Maci squealed, gripping the dash. The semi honked indignantly as it passed them by.

"Fuck, Laci, that was right, not left!" Maci said, barely containing herself. "I told you to go left!"

"What? I, like, thought that was left!" Laci replied. Then she started crying. "I'm soooo sorry, Maci! I totes shoulda listened to you! I'm sorry!"

"Look, just pull over, 'kay?" Maci said. "Pull over onto that street, and we'll, like, get all turned around right and shit." She flinched as Laci changed lanes right ahead of a minivan. And she flinched again when Laci turned right suddenly and barely missed a plumber's van.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod!" Laci squealed. "Omigod, I'm, like, so terrible at driving and shit! Omigod, Maci, you drive! You drive!"

"Stop freaking out!" Maci yelled at the top of her lungs. Laci pouted and subsided into silence. "Look, I totes get that you're a dumb bimbo. Honestly, I'm, like, not that much more smarter. But you gotta drive, Laci. You gotta be my driver bimbo for now. When we're done with shit, we'll go and have some fun, 'kay?"

"'Kay," Laci replied quietly. Her eyes were downcast and her mouth was drawn into a pout. "I'll, like, drive for you, Maci. 'Cause we're friends."

"That's right," Maci said soothingly. "That's right. Now let's get back on the road, 'kay? You're gonna turn left outta here."

"Uh, left," Laci said. "Gotcha." This time, she managed to turn left, and she did so without any near-misses. Maci smiled and patted her bimbo friend on the back. "'Kay," Maci said. "Now you gotta turn left at..."

The rest of the drive to Kandy's Klothes was mostly uneventful, except for a left turn of dubious wisdom, which made Maci clutch at the dash again. But both of them were still alive when Laci pulled into the shopping center that housed the boutique. "Taa-daa!" she chirped, with no apparent sign that she'd been crying not that long ago.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 02



"Okey-dokey," Maci said, as Laci pulled into a parking space. They unbuckled together and stepped out into the mostly empty parking lot. "You're, like, rilly sure this place has sexy clothes, right?" Maci said, surveying the run-down shopping center.

"Oh, yah, Kandy's got, like, totes sexy shit. And she's, like, pretty hawt herself!" Laci grinned widely. "'Course, she's nowhere near as sexy as, like, you or me!"

"Well, we'll, like, have to see about that," Maci murmured, giving her pussy a good hard rub. She lifted her hand to her nose and breathed in the smell of her own pussy juice. To her side, Laci moaned a bit, but seemed to have herself pretty much under control.

Laci led the way into the store, holding the door for Maci. It was a slightly grimy store, but the racks seemed to hold all kinds of spandex, nylon, and leather clothes. Though most of them were so tiny, Maci could hardly imagine them covering up a baby. This was definitely the place.

"Hi, can I help you?" said a young Asian woman, stepping out from behind a partition. Laci squealed and bounded forward. "Hey, Kandy!" she chirped. "It's, like, totes me!"

"Um, do I know you?" Kandy replied. Laci closed the gap between them and squeezed the store owner in a tight, boob-filled hug. "Silly Kandy," Laci replied. "I'm Laci!"

"Wait, seriously?" Kandy said, looking Laci up and down. "You know, you can drop the bimbo act. And when did you get those implants?"

"It's, like, not an act, Kandypants!" Laci replied. She smothered Kandy with another hug. "And I don't have, like, no implants!"

"So you do have implants?" Kandy asked. "Because a double negaaa..." She lapsed into a low moan as Maci came nearer, and the musk of her pussy juice pervaded the air.

Maci took another bit of pussy juice on her hand. "Laci's just, like, a bimbo," she told Kandy, who stumbled towards Maci's outstretched hand. "Just like me. Just like you, pretty soon!"

"Biiiiimboooooo," Kandy moaned. "Yes, a bimbo," Maci said patiently. "But first, you gotta, like, answer some questions for me."

"Annnythiiiing..." Kandy replied, trailing off. Maci rubbed the pussy juice in the palm of her hand into Kandy's hair. "Is your, like, real name, like, Kandy?" Maci asked.

"Nnnnnooooope," Kandy said, pressing into Maci's titties. "'M name's Kaylee Stein. Thought Kandy sounded sexy and stuff."

Before Maci could think to point out how unusual such a name was for an Asian woman, Kandy added, "An' before you say an'thin'... M' mom an' dad n' shit adopted me. An' shit. From, uh, Vietnam, or somethin'."

"Okey-dokey," Maci said, a couple stray thoughts popping into her head. "I also wanna know, like, what kinda stuff do you have? 'Cause you got, like, clothes and stuff, but do you have, I dunnoh, like, vibrators or shit? You got any whips?"

"Uhhhhh..." Kandy moaned. "Ummm, yah, there's a buncha shit in th' back. Can't, uh... Can't put it out front where kids an' shit might see it... Ooooh... Wanna..."

"I'll, like, totes let you lick me if you answer my last question," Maci said. She smeared another finger load of pussy juice all over Kandy's surprisingly unsexy clothes. "Wh- wh- whassit?" Kandy asked, her eyes unfocused. Drool began to collect in one corner of her mouth.

"Can I, like, take whatever if I let you lick my pussy?" Maci asked. Kandy moaned loudly and dropped to her knees. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" The dazed businesswoman looked up at Maci. "Please, please, please?"

"Sure," Maci said, offhandedly. Kandy lunged at Maci's pussy and clawed aside the thong. The rumpled and heated-up businesswoman frantically licked at Maci's pussy as if she were milking it for every last bit of fluid. It wasn't exactly the sexiest shit, but Maci was feeling pretty aroused.

Her body warmed once again with arousal, from head to toe. Maci groaned and pushed Kandy's face deeper into her pussy. In the corner of her awareness, she noticed Laci masturbating furiously. She grinned happily and leaned against a column, allowing Kandy to do all the work to bring her to climax.

Less than a minute later, Maci orgasmed. Her climax, once again, caused a huge load of cum to splash all over Kandy's face. The formerly-respectable businesswoman eagerly licked up all the bits of cum she could find. Maci leaned back against the column and wiped her sweaty forehead.

"Oh yeah!" Maci said, as a thought popped into her head. "I, like, totes forgot! Kandy, or Kaylee, or whatever your name was. You oughta be Kaci, now that you're, like, a bimbo and shit." Kaci nodded eagerly, then went back to picking up a bit of cum that had fallen on the dirty floor.

Maci rolled her eyes and scraped together some of the cum that had clung to her thighs and crotch. "Here ya go," she told Kaci, who lapped up every last bit. The Vietnamese bimbo ended up sporting great black hair and a tremendous pair of titties, but her ass was truly remarkable. It was huge, jiggly, and just begging for someone to shove a dildo up it.

Ten minutes later, as the three bimbos browsed through the back of the store, Maci did just that. Kaci squealed in pain and delight, and Laci tried to one-up the Vietnamese girl with a dildo twice as long and twice as wide. She succeeded, but only just. "C'mon, Laci, you gotta, like, take that out," Maci told her. "You can't even, like, walk or shit."

A pouting Laci removed the dildo and just as quickly fixated on a remote-controlled gel vibrator. Kaci worked the dildo in her ass, climaxing several times on the floor of her own shop. Only Maci had enough mental capacity, though that wasn't saying much, to keep browsing and setting aside sexy clothes and toys.

When Maci had filled eight large bags with clothes, and four bags with sex toys, she waved at Laci and Kaci. The two bimbos had found their way to each other's pussies, and both seemed content to just roll around on the floor. "Hey, you big dumbos," Maci said. "We gotta, like, go now."

Obediently, Laci and Kaci got up. "'Kay, Laci, you're gonna, like, start carrying this shit out to the car," Maci said, handing a bag to the other blond bimbo. "'Kay-kay," Laci replied, and bounced towards the front door.

"Uh, like, what about me?" Kaci asked. Her face shaped itself into a pout. Maci patted the Vietnamese bimbo on her head. "Like, don't worry, silly, you're gonna do some shit too. Oh!" Maci slapped herself on the forehead and called to Laci, who was about to open the front door, "Stop, Laci! Come on back here!"

Laci pouted the whole way back, and dropped the bag at Maci's feet. "Like, what?" Laci said.

"I, like, totes forgot that you gotta put on your new clothes. You too, Kaci." Maci produced a purple spandex "dress" and tossed it to Laci. The other blond sighed and wriggled out of the remains of her old, boring clothes. When she finally managed to fit herself into the spandex outfit, it covered a bit more than half of each nipple and just enough of her butt to make her technically decent.

"And your heels, too." Maci handed over a set of sequined stilettos. They weren't as tall as Maci's own heels, but they were still pretty damn high. "You just gotta, like, take that shit off when you're driving, and stuff. 'Cause you, like, can't drive in heels."

"'Kay-kay," Laci said grumpily. "Can I, like, start taking stuff out?" Maci rubbed her temple and then brightened. "No, there's, like, one more thing that I, like, nearly forgot."

She pulled out a sparkly pink dog collar. It wasn't an actual dog collar, but it looked pretty close to the real deal. The heart-shaped tag on the front read "SLUT" in pink letters. Laci slipped it on, let Maci pull it shut, and picked up the bag she'd dropped a little while ago.

"Like, when do I, like, get a, like, sooper hawt outfit like Laci?" Kaci whined. Maci thought for a minute, then grabbed a couple of the few remaining items from a nearby clothing rack. She handed them over to Kaci, who immediately set about shedding her businessy clothes.

The top was basically a spandex band that went over Kaci's nipples, rendering them technically covered. Except for the fact that said nipples were fully erect and entirely visible through the spandex. The bottom was a sheer skirt that, measured by length, seemed modest. It actually reached near to Kaci's knees. Except for the fact that it was just a single layer of sheer nylon, allowing for any casual viewer to peer through and see Kaci's pussy.

As for Kaci's shoes, Maci chose the most unstable pair of heels she could find in the store. That would spotlight her jiggly ass as she wiggled and shook her way around the world. Kaci wouldn't have to jiggle her ass deliberately, if her shoes did it for her.

"You know, we're gonna, like, all go out an' get tattoos," Maci said, sorting through a pile of sexy dog collars. "And I can, like, totes see what you're gonna get." She found a ridiculously spiky one, and fastened it around Kaci's neck. That way, the Vietnamese bimbo would be forced to look straight ahead, and never down.

"'Kay now," Maci said, satisfied at her outfitting of this bootylicious bimbo. "You're gonna, like, help me close this place up, 'kay?"

Kaci wrinkled her nose in puzzlement. "Like, how'm I gonna do that?"

"Aw, c'mon," Maci replied. "You gotta, like, remember how you useta close up, right? You, like, lock doors and shit? You clean out the cash register? Any of that, like, ring a bell?"

"Oh!" Kaci said, brightening. "I, like, used to, like, totes do that shit, like, every day!"

Maci rolled her eyes, and grabbed the much shorter bimbo by the shoulders. "Then go and, like, do all that shit!" she said. She pushed Kaci forward, setting the other bimbo's ass jiggling. Kaci flailed her arms for a little while, trying to get some semblance of balance.

Eventually, though, Kaci was able to check on all the doors and shit. Her progress wasn't exactly swift, but she was doing the job. In the meantime, Maci had opened the cash register, and found a surprisingly decent amount of money. Plenty of tens and twenties, and beneath the drawer, she even found a couple hundreds.

Leaving behind about a hundred dollars of change in various denominations, Maci took the rest and stuffed it into a bag from behind the counter. Laci returned for the next-to-last bag, just as Kaci finished the rest of the closing up things.

"Kaci, you're gonna, like, take the last bag, 'kay?" Maci said. Kaci nodded eagerly and started picking up the bag. She seemed to be getting the hang of walking on unsteady heels, but the huge bag was a bit too much. Maci took pity on her newest bimbo friend, and helped Kaci steady the whole thing.

As Kaci tottered out of the store, Maci, taking up the key ring, flipped the sign out front to "CLOSED" and locked the front door. They were gonna make this place into a serious destination someday. First, though, they all needed to get really sexed up and stuff.

Laci had already started the car up, before Kaci had even gotten out of the front door. Maci crossed the parking lot as fast as she could to help Kaci fit the last bag into the trunk. It was a tight squeeze, but they got it in.

"Ohhhh!" Laci said, slapping her forehead, right as Maci opened the passenger side door. "I, like, totes forgot about work." She smiled over at Maci, who had pulled herself into the car.

"Like, what about it?" Maci asked. She shut the door and buckled her seatbelt.

"'Kay-kay. Uh, you, like, know how I, like, never told you what my, like, actual job is?" Laci said, carefully pulling out of the parking space. "All I, like, said was that it's, like, the night shift."

"Yuh-huh," Maci said.

"Well, that's cuz I used to be, like, sooper worried and shit," Laci said. She turned onto the road surprisingly well, and Maci gave a minute sigh of relief. "I was, like, totes worried that if I, like, told ya what I, like, do, you'd think I was terrible. Cuz I'm, like, a stripper."

"Oh," Maci said. It made a lot of sense, she supposed. The old Laci had been pretty good-looking anyway, and she'd always been out at night and stuff.

"Yeah, so I totes forgot that I'm, like, supposed to go in tonight." Laci twiddled a piece of her platinum blond hair between two fingers. "It's s'posed to be, like, amateur night, but the boss always, like, wants a couple of us there, in case there's, like, not enough amateurs. Or, like, in case they all suck."

"Oooh." An idea struck Maci with the force of a skirt flying into a crowd of horny men. "Are you, like, saying we should, like, go to amateur night?" Maci was thinking as much as she could about the idea, and it sounded like a good one.

"Yah!" Laci said excitedly bouncing a little in her seat. "I mean, you guys would all, like, clean up from the audience. And there's totes gonna be a buncha cute chicks, too! You could, like, turn 'em all into bimbos!"

The more she thought about, the more it seemed like a good idea to Maci. Kaci seemed to be unable to speak, but she was nodding enthusiastically. "Let's, like, go be strippers!" she shouted, and Laci shouted, "Yay!"

About twenty minutes later, they found themselves parked behind a nondescript brick building. There weren't a whole lot of other cars there, even though amateur night was supposed to begin in about twenty minutes. Maybe they wouldn't have a lot of competition.

Laci was about to dash in, but Maci held her back. "C'mon, we gotta, like, get stripper clothes to put on." Kaci had already teetered out to the back of the car. She popped it open, and Laci rushed back to find an outfit.

Fortunately, the best stripper clothes had gone into the last bag, the one that Kaci had carried out. "Here ya go," Maci said, tossing a bundle to Laci. "That work for you?"

"Yah yah, it's, like, totes my theme." Laci sorted out the bundle and held up the top and bottom. It was something that could best be described as "sexy farmgirl". The bottom was a tight, short jean skirt, while the top had overalls printed on it. Maci offered her a pair of more reasonable heels, but she waved them away. "I can, like, handle these," she said, flashing one of her heels.

Kaci rummaged in the bag for herself, and came out with a tight pair of latex pants. "Uh, you sure you can, like, take those off, Kaci?" Laci asked. "Cuz part of being a stripper is, like, ya know, stripping? And that would be, like, sooper hard for even, like, me."

Maci pulled out a tiny thong bikini, then a top and a bottom that looked like a business suit, but cut-down and sexier. "Put the bikini on, like, underneath," she told the black-haired bimbo. "Then put on, like, the sexy suit, and, like, strip that off."

"Ohhhh!" Kaci said, her face lighting up. "That, like, makes so much sense! Thanks, Maci!"

"I'm gonna, like, take Little Miss Sugarass inside, 'kay-kay?" Laci took a pair of more sensible heels for Kaci and pulled the other bimbo towards the club's backdoor. Maci barely acknowledged their departure, because she was digging through the bag, looking for a good starting outfit.

She found it just as the other bimbos entered the club. For her underwear, she picked out a set of decorative lingerie that was mostly mesh, except for a few strategically obscured areas. On top of that, she planned to put a faux-scientist outfit, complete with a very tight "lab coat". She even had a set of unnecessary glasses to use as a prop.

For just a second, Maci considered putting on a more reasonable set of heels. She was an amateur, after all. No one would fault her for that. But she loved her tall heels. Even if she tripped over herself on the way to the pole, she would find a way to make that sexy.

So she gathered up her outfit, closed the car, and walked towards the backdoor. Right as she was about to reach for the handle, it burst open, and another woman stomped out, right into Maci. "Ooopsies!" Maci said, as the two of them collided. She grabbed onto a rail, and was able to keep from falling over.

"Oh!" said the new woman. "I'm so sorry about that." She'd bounced off of Maci's chest and nearly ended up falling on her ass.

"Nah, it's, like, no big deal," Maci chirped. She gave the new woman a hug. "Anyhoo, my name is, like, Maci, and I'm totes happy to meet you. Like, what's your name?"

"I'm Rachel," the new woman said. Then she wrinkled her nose. "Oh, God, you're just like Lacey and her bimbo friend! Man, I'm out of here."

Maci put an arm around Rachel's shoulder, drawing the other woman in closer. "Oh, babe. I'm, like, so much better than Laci and Kaci." Rachel struggled a bit, but she was no match for Maci, even one-armed.

"I- What..." Rachel mumbled. "What are you... Oh, what's that smell? Oh! Ohhhh..." She seemed to melt against Maci's shoulder, bonelessly slumping into the bimbo queen's embrace. Patting Rachel on the back, Maci helped the other woman back up the stairs. "Hey, hey, you, like, totes don't wanna leave yet." Maci giggled. "We're, like, just getting started!"

Propping Rachel against the rail at the top, Maci opened the door. The dazed other woman roused herself just enough to stagger inside. Maci followed. "Hiiiii!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, great," said a scruffy-faced guy with a beer belly. "Where are all you bimbos coming from? Do you grow on trees or something? We've only got so many slots for tonight, and we can't waste any of 'em for brain-dead morons without any moves." He started at the sight of Rachel. "On the other hand, thanks for bringing her back in."

"Like, totes no problem!" Maci said. She hooked her spare arm around Rachel's elbow. "If you, like, show me where to take her, I can, like, lead her there and stuff!"

She'd gotten close enough to the man for his nose to fill with the musky scent of Maci's bimbosity. "Uh," he said intelligently. "Uh, just, you know, take her around the corner, let her, uh, sit down. Her, her dressing room, it has her name on it. She probably just needs to settle down a bit. Yes, yes, yes, we all need to just settle down. Settle down. Go on, go on."

Maci blew a kiss at the man and steered her latest girlfriend off down the hallway. Laci and Kaci seemed to be picking up where she'd left off, from the sound of things. Sure enough, Rachel's dressing room had her name on it. Leading a softly giggling Rachel, Maci opened the door and stepped inside.

It wasn't much of a dressing room. The term conjured up something that was well-lit and not filthy. Also, perhaps there might be enough room to swing a cat, in a decent dressing room. But it was enough for Maci's purposes.

"Ooooh... pretty!" Rachel said, as Maci propped her up against the wall. The dazed woman giggled while Maci closed the door, and took a seat on the lonely swivel chair before a grimy mirror.

"So, Rachel," Maci said, unbuckling her leather thong. "When I, like, meet girls like you, I try to, like, ask for their names. So, like, I know just a bit about you, ya know, before you turn into a bimbo." She tossed the thong aside and dipped a finger in her pussy. "So, like, what's your name?"

"Uhhh... Bimbo? What? Uh- I..." Rachel looked confused, so Maci stood and stepped closer to her newest conquest. "Yes, you'll be, like, such a hot bimbo, babe," she said soothingly. "Now you just gotta, like, tell me your name, and I'll let you lick my pussy."

"Pussyyyyyyyyyyy..." Rachel moaned, as Maci embraced her tightly. "My name... uh. I'm, um, uh, Rachel, uh, Rachel Martinez." The squirming Latina sunk her face between Maci's breasts, breathing deeply.

Maci dabbed pussy juice on Rachel Martinez's face, and stepped back towards the chair. She sat down and spread her legs. "Do you, like, really want my pussy?" she asked Rachel.

"Oh yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," Rachel replied. She sank to her knees and began leaning in towards Maci's wet pussy. Before she could sneak in, Maci shut her legs like a trap.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 02



"Before you, like, get to eat me out," Maci said, "you've gotta, like, promise you'll be my bimbo. Like, you gotta totes pinky swear that you'll, like do everything for me."

"I promiiiiiiiiiise!" Rachel whined. She bent her head again towards Maci's crotch, but the regal bimbo on her bimbo throne refused to open. "And you're gonna, like, share everything you have with, like, me and your sister bimbos, right?"

"Yes yes yes yes pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" Rachel replied. This time, Maci relented, and opened her legs. The eager Latina plunged in without delay, tongue flicking in and out.

About thirty seconds later, Maci felt a shiver run through her overheated body as she orgasmed. For the third time today, and hopefully not the last, she shot a gigantic load of cum onto an unsuspecting girl's face. Through a thick layer of white goo, Rachel grinned. "Yummy!" she gurgled, as she licked off a big load of cum.

"You, like, keep licking off that cum, Raci," Maci cooed, gathering up the cum that had stuck to her pussy. Raci giggled and slurped the cum out of Maci's hand in one go. A button popped off of her shirt as her titties grew a couple sizes in a short time. There was even more cum than her previous two times.

She put her thong back on and waltzed out of the dressing room. Raci had licked off most of the cum on her face, and was moving on to the stuff that had fallen onto the floor. Given how dirty the floor was, that might not be such a good idea, but Maci was certain that thought had never crossed Raci's head.

"Wait, what's up with Rachel?" the scruffy man said petulantly, as he noticed Maci. "I heard her moaning a bunch. Did you turn her into some kinda dyke who won't put out?"

"No, like, of course not, silly!" Maci said, giggling. Laci and Kaci, who had changed into their outfits, joined in the giggling. "She's gonna be, like, such a bimbo now, and bimbos will, like, fuck anything!"

"Oh God, this is a fucking disaster," the man groaned. "She's gonna be too dumb to dance, and tonight's gonna be a fucking disaster." He glared at Maci. "How the fuck are you even doing this?"

"That's, like, my little secret," Maci replied, winking at the man. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight against her titties. His breathing quickened, and when she gave him a little kiss on the cheek, he moaned. "Mr..." she prompted.

"Sam," he moaned. "Sam Davidson."

"Well, Mr. Sam-Sam," Maci said playfully, "we're not just, like, dumb bimbos. I mean, we are, like, totes dumb bimbos, but we're, like, dumb bimbos who'll make all the guys cream their jeans! And after that, they'll tell, like, all their buddies about this place that has, like, the hottest bimbos in all the world! That sound good for you?"

"Oh yes oh yes oh yes yes yes," Sam moaned. Maci wiggled her way down to his fly and unzipped it. His underwear strained under the load of his erect cock. "Oh, poor little Sam-Sam," Maci cooed. "I think he needs a friend."

She pulled down the underwear and drew Sam's cock between her lips. Maci was surprised to remember that this would be her first blowjob. It didn't make sense, given how much of a hot bimbo babe she was, but apparently that was the case. Well, everyone had to start somewhere.

The taste of the meat between her lips made Maci feel surprisingly excited. She was great with being the queen of the bimbos. Bossing around bimbos made her feel like a million bucks. But when it came to guys, she found herself filled with the desire to just giggle and listen to them. And above all, to fuck their cocks.

Overhead, Maci heard Sam making a racket as she slid his cock in and out. The words eluded her, because she was so focused on fucking. His pubic hairs tickled at her nose, and she nearly sneezed twice. She gave his ballsack a few playful rubs, and felt his cock twitch.

With no more warning than that, Sam's cock erupted inside Maci's mouth. She felt him trying to pull out, but she really wanted to swallow his cum. "Mmm-mmm," she mumbled through his cock, grabbing his but and forcing him to stop backing away. Cum was so yummy, whether it came from pussies or cocks. But right now cocks were at the top of Maci's mind.

The last bit of cum splurted into Maci's mouth, and she gulped it right down. As Sam finally withdrew his cock, she noticed that it was a little messy. There were some bits of cum that she hadn't gotten. So, obviously, she licked it clean. She felt his body shudder as she cleaned him up.

"You like that, Sam-Sam?" Maci said, looking up into his eyes. "You think I could, like, do a little dance? And my friends? We'll, like, fill up the house!"

"Uh-huh," he said. His eyes stared straight ahead at nothing, and parts of his body twitched, seemingly at random. "You, uh, go on and do that."

"Yay! Come on, babes, let's go, like, show 'em all what bimbos are for!" Maci said, and the other bimbos cheered with her. They rushed forward, towards the dressing rooms. "Change your clothes and let's, like, get a move on!"

Changing took surprisingly little time, though maybe Maci shouldn't've been surprised. After all, what was a bimbo without sexy clothes? When they were all changed, she got them lined up like a kindergarten teacher, and sent them out on stage, one by one.

Soon enough, Maci's turn came up. She knew that all the other chicks in line were glaring at her and her bimbos. All of them were probably wondering how they could possibly do better at bimboing than any of them. And Maci knew they couldn't. She was simply the best.

She blew a kiss at the other girls behind her, giggled for good luck, and stepped out onto the stage. The place was packed, and even the bartender was paying attention to the act by now. As she glided down the stage towards the pole, she felt herself growing aroused. Putting herself on display like this, for sex and money, was probably the most bimboish thing she could do. It made her feel so hawt.

Her routine went over screamingly well with the men around her. At her third turn on the pole, even the bartender had stepped out, muscled his way to the front of the crowd, and stuck a twenty in her G-string. Money covered the stage, and the crowd was chanting for more.

It had gone on longer than she'd expected, though. The amateur night rules had been for two minutes of dancing at most. But she'd definitely been out there for ten. Sam probably wouldn't have a problem with it, though.

All the other amateurs were glaring as Maci strutted backstage, a small fortune stuffed into her G-string. Apparently the club got the tips on the stage from amateur nights, but if anything got in her clothes, she was free to keep it. Which Maci thought was a great rule.

She ruffled the hair of the closest amateur, a petite redhead with a mass of freckles on her face. The woman's face reddened, until she sniffed the air. She must've smelled Maci, because her eyes widened and fixed on Maci's.

Maci picked up her purse, which she had set aside while dressing, and pulled out a business card. When she'd been boring old Marsha, she'd never really used those things, since she'd been so boring and shit. It tickled her that only as a bimbo would she hand out a business card.

She drew the redhead close in and whispered, "Call me," in her ear. The woman shuddered, and Maci released her to let her move up in the line. Not all of the women had reacted that way to Maci's smell. Maybe some women just wanted to be bimbos.

"Come on, girls, let's, like, go," Maci said, gathering her little flock of bimbos. Raci giggled and felt up her own bare titties. None of her tops fit her any more, now that she was a bimbo. They could fix that some other time, but right now they needed to get out.

"Wait, you're just leaving?" Sam asked, looking much more in control of himself. "You can stay! Your routine was the best one I've seen in years!"

"Oh, I'll be back, Sam-Sam," Maci said huskily. "And next time, maybe we can, like, talk about a more permanent job? We can do that while you, like, ride my pussy! That totes sounds like a lotta fun, Sam-Sam!"

Waving at the manager, she followed her gaggle of bimbos out into the parking lot. Kaci, Laci, and Raci had already made it to the car, and were fruitlessly tugging at the door handles, trying to get them to open. Maci giggled and unlocked the car with her clicky thing. Raci had just started another hard tug on the door handle, and when it opened, she went flying backwards. With a startled noise, she hit the next car over and fell down.

Giggling endlessly, the four bimbos squeezed into the car. While Kaci sat up front, rubbing her titties through her bikini top, Laci drove. In the back, Raci bent over and put her face into Maci's crotch, licking the bimbo queen's pussy once again. Because Maci was not ungrateful for the unprompted pussylicking, she put a couple fingers in Raci's now hairless pussy. For her efforts, she received a shudder and even more intense licking.

They arrived back at Laci's place at about 9:00 PM, when the street around them was mostly dark and quiet. Their giggling and high-pitched chatter dispelled that quiet. Laci led Kaci and Raci inside, but Maci lingered. She looked over at her darkened house, which she hadn't seen since this morning.

How much had she changed since that time? Would her kitties even recognize her anymore? Would she even want any of the boring stuff from her boring old life? With the few remaining brain cells that weren't demanding immediate sex, Maci pondered those questions.

"Um, excuse me," said a man's voice. Maci forgot all of her stupid, boring questions and turned to face him. The streetlight nearby showed that he was fairly short, but he looked kinda cute. He wasn't exactly hot, but he looked like he took care of himself, and he was a guy. That was really all that Maci cared about right now.

"Yes?" she asked, drawing closer to him. He visibly swallowed and said, "Uh, I'm Scott, I, uh, um, live across, you know, the street, and, uh, I'm, uh, I'm trying to work, so, uh, could you ladies, um, keep it down. Um."

Maci mashed her titties against his chest and caught him up in her arms. "Oh, that, like, sounds totes boring," she chirped, steering him towards her own house. "Come on, Scotty." She looked demurely down at his crotch, which was showing a tremendous bulge. "Can't you, like, keep it down?"

"Who... who are you, and, um, why are we going into Marsha Smith's house?" Scott asked. He wasn't exactly trying to get away, but he did seem a bit too concerned for someone who was about to get fucked by a hot bimbo babe.

"Aww, Scotty, you don't gotta worry 'bout that," Maci cooed. She unlocked her own car and helped him into the backseat. His fly came open easily and his cock sprung out of confinement. "You wanna, like, fuck my pussy?"

"I, uh, what?" Scott said, kneeling above Maci. She was drooling for his cock, but she'd done more than enough oral. Scott was going to fuck her in her aching pussy until she forgot how to think silly, boring thoughts.

"Come on, Scotty," Maci urged, as he hesitantly pulled aside her thong. "I'm, like, such a bimbo, and you gotta, like, fuck a bimbo! Don't, like, mess around, just fuck me!"

He took a deep breath, and that seemed to decide him. With a surprisingly deep growl, Scott plunged his cock into Maci's pussy. She squeaked at the penetration, but soon she was moaning in pleasure. Honestly, this was her first time getting her pussy penetrated, either as Maci or boring Marsha. And she really liked what she felt.

The two of them rocked back and forth in the back seat, caught up in a rough, animalistic fucking. Scott hadn't needed foreplay to get into the mood, and Maci hadn't wanted it. She needed a hard fuck, and Scott was giving her what she wanted.

Arousal and lust swam through Maci's brain, overwhelming any other thoughts. She knew, a few seconds in, that she was on the verge of an orgasm. But it never seemed to come to her, and the next few minutes kept Maci on the edge of losing herself completely, but never quite there. For someone else, it might've seemed frustrating. Maci didn't have the mental capacity to think that way.

At last, when they had rendered the back of Maci's car a sweaty, musky-smelling mess, she felt Scott's cock twitch and erupt. He sprayed cum into her slutty, bimboey pussy. As soon as the first bit of cum entered her pussy, Maci bucked under her fucker, her own orgasm exploding with his. She felt their mingled cum dripping down her thighs.

When she came to, she saw Scott pulling himself out, a shocked expression on his face. Maci grinned widely and pulled herself up. "Yummy, yummy," she said, locking on to his cock. "Gotta clean that up, Scotty!"

She licked his cock clean, but unlike Sam's cock, Scott's cock had a lot of energy left in it. Little Scotty perked right back up as she licked the cum away. When Maci was finished, Little Scotty was back to a full erection.

"Oooh, Scotty still wants to fuck!" Maci exclaimed. "I, like, totes know what Scotty oughta fuck!" She flipped herself over and stuck her perfect bimbo butt up in the air. "You know you wanna, like, fuck my ass, Scotty!"

"I don't think..." Scott said, then shook himself. "No, it's you who's not thinking, isn't it? You're just a dumb bimbo who can't stop fucking! And why shouldn't I fuck you?"

"You're, like, so right!" Maci said over her shoulder. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she began to chant. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Maci couldn't see a thing behind herself, obviously. So when Scott ran his hands over her naked ass, she could only feel it. And when he grunted, pulled her halfway out of the backseat, and plunged his cock into her ass, all she could do was squeal.

Getting assfucked was different, but not by too much. It was a man filling her hole, and that was all she needed, when all was said and done. Sure, it hurt a lot more, but she was still panting with heat within a minute.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Maci squealed, as Scott thrust in and out, slapping against her bouncy bimbo buttcheeks. How had she ever lived without fucking like this?

Once again, she felt Scott's cock erupt inside of her. And once again, Maci orgasmed a millisecond later. This time, her cum mostly landed on the garage floor, since there wasn't a cock or a face in her pussy.

As Maci came up from her second orgasm in ten minutes, a goofy smile plastered on her face, she saw Scott wiping his cock on her car seat. Boring old Marsha would've been horrified. Maci just thought about how great it would make the car smell when she drove it places.

"Wow." Scott's clothes were totally disheveled, and his glasses hung from only one ear. Despite that, he was grinning from ear to ear. "That sure was some fucking," he said, still grinning.

"Yah, it, like, totes was," Maci replied. She stood up carefully, feeling very shaky on her legs after such a rapid fucking. "You're gonna, like, come back, and all, right?"

"Well, if you're around here often," Scott began. Maci interrupted him with a giggle. "Silly Scotty! I, like, live here! 'Course I'm around here often!"

"Okay then," Scott said, nonplussed. He was probably thinking of that boring old Marsha lady. That ship had sailed far, far away by now.

"If you live around here, I'm right across the street from you. So I'll see you again, I guess." He pulled up his pants and zipped them up.

"Yep!" Maci replied, letting him out of her garage. "I'll, like, totes fuck ya later, Scotty!"

As Scott walked away from what must've been the fucking of his life, Maci picked up her smartphone. It had fallen down between the front and back seats, in the confusion of her fucking. She clicked it on, and found that there were a few messages waiting for her.

Maci opened it up after a few false starts, and found that it was the redhead from the club. She found that out thanks to the naked selfie the redhead had sent as one of her messages. And judging by the redhead's thatch, the redhead was naturally redheaded.

Basically, the redhead, whose name, it turned out, was Tanya Janson, wanted to know where she could find Maci. Because Tanya really needed to fuck Maci, as she made increasingly clear in her series of messages.

Maci replied with her address and a cheery "c ya!!!!". In the meantime, before Tanya showed her cute face, Maci went into her house and shooed the cats into the basement. They seemed to behave with the same way as usual, so they probably didn't care what Maci looked or smelled like, making them the only creatures of their kind, to Maci's knowledge.

"Hiiii!" Laci chirped from the garage door. "You totes smell like you got, like, sooper fucked! Didya really get a cute guy?"

"Yep!" Maci replied, bouncing over to her friend. They hugged, and Laci held on really tight, as though hoping to get the smell of sex on her. "It was, like, that guy Scotty from across the street," she added.

"Aww!" Laci said, burrowing into Maci's tits. "He's, like, such a cutie! I'm totes so jealous of you!"

"Like, don't worry, babe, there's more than enough to, like, go around," Maci said. She let go of her bimbo friend. "But now, you gotta get Kaci and Raci, and move all the shit we got from Kaci's store over to, like, my house. 'Kay?"

"'Kay-kay!" Laci replied. Then she uncharacteristically wrinkled her brow. "But, like, why here? My house is, like, totes hot already."

"'Cuz I want them here," Maci said, ruffling her friend's hair. "And 'cuz it, like, doesn't matter where you fuck, or, like, what it looks like, or shit. Being a bimbo is, like, just about fucking!"

She took a look around the room, which was still the room of boring old Marsha. "I mean, I'm gonna, like, totes get it redecorated an' all that," she added. "But we're gonna fuck in my house, 'cuz it's my house. And I say so!"

"Yah, you're, like, totes right!" Laci exclaimed. She gave Maci a quick hug and dashed off towards her own house, to get the other bimbos and their stuff. Maci turned around and started clearing the worst of the shit out of her living room. There was a bunch of paper that was all boring, and most of that went in the trash.

She continued her cleaning as the other bimbos came in and out. When they were done, they helped clean too. Soon enough, there were plenty of places to fuck, even if the room was still really boring. All Maci could do for that was picture it redecorated in bimbo hot pink, with big dildos fixed onto the walls.

About thirty minutes after Scott had left, Maci heard a car pull up into the driveway. The driver got out right as she and the other bimbos peeked out of the garage door. It was Tanya, and she looked more than a bit scared.

"Hey cutie!" Maci chirped, bouncing out into the garage. "It's, like, so great to see ya!"

"I... uh, I wasn't sure I was going to, um, come," Tanya said, as Maci approached her. The bimbo queen swept her up in a huge hug and carried guided the smaller woman towards the garage door. "Oh, trust me, cutie, you're, like, totes gonna cum here," Maci said. The other bimbos giggled at Maci's wit.

"This all just... it feels wrong, but it feels... oh, it just feels right." Tanya looked like she was about to pass out from the smell of all the bimbos. Maci led her inside and shooed away the other three bimbos. "Oh, it totes is right, Tawni," Maci said.

Three months later

Maci hopped out of the idling car, right in front of Dr. Joseph's office. Tawni came out next to her, giggling uncontrollably, as she usually did. "See ya!" Laci shouted from the driver's seat, and then the car barrelled out of the parking lot.

Tawni had come out of her pussylicking session as a really, really serious bimbo. Next to her, Raci, who sometimes couldn't tell the difference between the numbers 1 and 5, looked like a genius. Maybe it had been the multiple orgasms her pussylicking had gotten out of Laci. Or perhaps it had been the other bimbos taking turns licking Tawni's pussy.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 02



Whatever had happened that night, Tawni had vibrant, coppery red hair, a set of boobs as large as Laci's (which looked ridiculous on someone Tawni's size), a spectacular ass (again, particularly given her size), and no brains whatsoever. She giggled a lot, and sometimes she threw out random strings of words in a very high-pitched voice. If Maci prompted her, she could parrot words decently. But mostly she just masturbated. Like she was doing now.

Maci took Tawni's leash and led her stupid friend into the office. The leash had become obviously necessary when Tawni had wandered off in a mall out of sheer stupidity. They'd found her messing up a really expensive display couch in a furniture store by maturbating all over it.

Luckily, before she'd lost her itty bitty brain, Tawni had confided to Maci that she was an investment banker in a big skyscraper. Tawni had been rich, back when she was boring. Though maybe she hadn't been too boring, given where they'd met.

The next day, Maci had gone with Tawni to her old apartment, found the bimbo's accounts, and gotten Tawni to sign all of it over to her. Getting those documents had been an ordeal, even for the bimbo queen. She'd had to shout at Tawni until the little bimbo was crying to get the idiot to remember her own signature.

With that money in the bank, Maci had quit her old job, and made Tawni quit hers, too. And they'd promptly gone over to Kaci's store, to start the renovations.

Maci'd figured that having a bunch of bimbos hanging around Kaci's store would boost sales. And, boy, had it ever. With Tawni's money, she'd been able to stock the store with some awesome shit, too. When the painters had finished, the whole store had looked like the kind of sexy destination any hot girl would want to hang out at.

Some of the other ladies from the amateur night had come forward and joined Maci's bimbos. There'd already been several complaints from other people on her street, over the bimbos' enthusiastic fucking. Notably, though, none of the complaints had come from Scott or the other single guys. Some of the houses were already for sale, and Maci was going to buy them all up, so that all of her bimbos could live near her.

"Hiiiiiiii!" Noor chirped from behind her desk. "Hiiiiiiii!" Maci replied, walking up to the desk to mash her titties against the receptionist's. Tawni moaned from fingering herself to an orgasm.

"Aw, like, who's this?" Noor said, looking down at the redheaded bimbo. Tawni giggled and took a bit of cum from between her legs.

"This is Tawni, and she's, like, rilly stupid," Maci replied. "I mean, like, rilly rilly rilly rilly rilly stupid."

"Well, she's, like, totes hot," Noor pointed out. "And, like, what does a bimbo need smart stuff for?"

"Tawni's, like, way more stupider than just a normal bimbo," Maci said. Noor shrugged and glanced at her computer screen. "Oh, I totes forgot! Dr. Joseph, like, wants to see you in room 69." They giggled together at the meaning of the number. Tawni joined in, even though she probably didn't know why.

"See ya, hawt stuff!" Maci said over her shoulder as she led Tawni down the hall into the back of the office. Noor waved, then went back to playing with the dildo in her pussy.

When the two of them stepped into the surgery room, Dr. Joseph and Ming were waiting for them. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of Tawni. "And who is this fine specimen?"

"Oh, this is, like, my stupid little bimbo friend Tawni," Maci said. Dr. Joseph nodded, his eyes narrowing. "And do you have other bimbo friends?" he added.

"Yah, I got, like, tons and tons!" Maci said happily. Dr. Joseph nodded again and guided Maci over to the examination chair. Ming took the leash from Maci's hands, and led Tawni off to another corner of the room.

He poked around in her mouth for a while, looming overhead. Maci felt herself growing steadily more aroused by his smell, even though it wasn't anything she hadn't smelled literally a hundred thousand times these past few months. There was just something about Dr. Joseph that made her want to fuck, fuck, fuck away with him.

It wasn't long before he seemed to sense her restlessness. "I think someone wants to have dessert first," he said, grinning wryly. "You know, that's not good for your teeth."

Maci couldn't say much, but she did manage to giggle. A good bimbo ought to be able to giggle under any circumstance. Dr. Joseph chuckled and set his tools aside.

"You're coming along extremely well, Maci," he said, making some notations in his notebook. "I don't see any reason to be concerned in the long run. But I think you care a bit more about something else that's long." He pointed at his crotch.

"Like, totes yah!" Maci said, her eyes drilling into his crotch. "Haven't I been, like, a rilly hot bimbo patient, Dr. Joseph? Can I have, like, a little treat?"

"You sure can," Dr. Joseph replied. "How does an assfuck sound?"

"Oooooh yay!" Maci replied, making the chair bounce in her excitement. She flipped over and spread her legs wide, exposing her asshole to Dr. Joseph's view.

Her hopes that he would plunge in without lubing up were fulfilled a second later. Dentist and bimbo writhed together on the chair. Dr. Joseph's strong arms helped hold Maci down, keeping her from falling off from how hard he was fucking her.

Just the presence of his cock in her asshole made Maci cum twice, and the strength of his fucking caused her to squirt from her pussy four more times. None of her other guys had been nearly that good. Maci had no time to recover, no time to come down from her orgasm before the next began. This was the way she wanted to get fucked every single time.

When Dr. Joseph finally came inside of her ass, Maci screamed herself into at least five consecutive orgasms. She couldn't really tell how many, or how long it was. She did know that she screamed really, really loud, and that the seat seemed to be full of her cum.

"Well, that was a fine checkup," Dr. Joseph said, as Maci regained her full consciousness. He had rubbed his cock down with a paper towel already, and he seemed to be acting as though nothing important had happened.

Maci carefully stood up again, feeling very raw from getting fucked so hard. Off in the corner, Tawni had her face buried in Ming's pussy. The two must've really been getting along, because there was already a lot of cum on the floor. As Maci and Dr. Joseph watched, Ming groaned and shot another load of cum on Tawni's face.

The dumb redhead licked it up, and Maci walked over to take up the leash again. "She's that stupid?" Dr. Joseph said. "That you have to keep her on a leash?"

"Yep!" Maci replied, as she helped Tawni stand up again. "Only time she doesn't have it on is, like, when she's on stage." An idea came to her. "But, like, maybe we could do a double act, or something, where I, like, lead her out on stage, and we, like, strip together, or shit!"

"Sounds like a great idea," Dr. Joseph said. "Maybe I'll come see one of your shows sometime."

"You really should!" Maci said, imagining giving a performance with Dr. Joseph in the audience. She would probably cum on the pole a whole lot. "I'm, like, the star act now! And I'll be performing tonight! Come see me, please!"

"We'll see," Dr. Joseph replied enigmatically. Maci gave up on trying to convince him, since obviously a bimbo couldn't force him to do anything. Instead, she checked her phone, where she found a text message.

"Oh, great!" she chirped. "Aimi's, like, outside right now! See ya in, like, six months, Dr. Joseph!" She made out briefly with Ming, and parted from the Chinese bimbo with a smile.

"Until then, Maci," Dr. Joseph said. Then he smiled. "Or maybe sooner."

Maci totally hoped he would actually show up to a show. Maybe he would come back to her dressing room and fuck. She could definitely give him a super-hot private dance. Even just a glimpse of him in the audience would make her cum.

"See ya!" she said to Noor in passing. "Byyyyyyyyyyyyye!" the Arabic bimbo replied. Tawni giggled.

Aimi's car sat in the parking lot, still running. The bimbo herself sat in the driver's seat, giggling and revving the engine.

Of all the bimbos, only Aimi had kept her original name. There hadn't really been a way to shorten it, and Aimi herself had mentioned that it meant "beautiful love", or something like that in Japanese. As far as Maci had been concerned, her name had been perfect the way it was.

That hadn't meant that Aimi hadn't taken a significant upgrade in the process. When she'd met Maci and the bimbos, Aimi had been a joyless corporate lawyer, working in the States for some Japanese firm. The only sweet thing about her had been her kickass sports car.

Becoming a bimbo had caused Aimi to turn into, basically, an anime schoolgirl. Every morning, her long pigtails were a different, highly unrealistic color. The rest was mostly her great tits and ass. And she liked to wear pretend schoolgirl uniforms.

Maci hopped into the backseat, with Tawni following. No sooner had Maci gotten the door closed behind Tawni, than Aimi revved the car again, and took off like a bullet.

They ran so fast to the club, Tawni barely had time to lean over and lick Maci's pussy. Since time wasn't strictly of the essence here, Aimi apologized for going so fast by licking Maci's pussy twice. There were times when Maci suspected that the other bimbos saw licking Maci's pussy less as a punishment and more as a reward.

Maci shrugged. Oh, well. That was just the way bimbos were, wasn't it?



Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 03



Part 3: Danielle

Danielle Govindra pulled into the parking space, turned off the car, and slumped against the steering wheel. There was just so much happening, and she couldn't keep up with it. Tracy's graduation was just a few days away, Mark had to stay late at work all week, and to top it off, Angela had called yesterday, saying that she was on summer vacation and could she please spend it with her big sister?

It was a hell of a time for a toothache.

So, here she was, at the new dentist's office. The dentist she'd gone to before had left town, for some unknown reason. So it was "Dr. Joseph" for her.

She got out of her car and walked over to the office. Her tooth gave another sharp twinge. "Ow!" she said, clutching at her cheek and staggering just a little. The sooner this was over, the better.

"Oh hiiii!" said the receptionist who sat behind the counter to her right. Danielle winced, both from the pain of her toothache, and the annoyingness of the receptionist-bimbo.

Oddly enough, given that she was a bimbo, the receptionist looked Arabic. The girl would certainly be the least-dressed Arab Danielle had ever seen, if that was true.

"Um, like, welcome to... um, Dr. Joseph's office," the receptionist said. "I'm, uh, Noor, and do you have an appointment?" The bimbo - who was, indeed, Arabic - sounded like she was reading from cue cards.

"Yes, I'm Danielle Govindra, I called this morning about an emergency." Noor the bimbo nodded, and started tapping away at the computer in front of her. She had a look of intense concentration on her face, as though the task of typing on a computer took all of her brainpower.

There followed two awkward minutes, while Noor figured out how to type in Danielle's name. She seemed to be sounding it out, but having to backtrack multiple times. Meanwhile, Danielle stood there, tooth aching like hell, waiting for this goddamn bimbo to get her shit together.

"Ohhh, okay!" Noor said, finally. "Hi, Dani! Dr. Joseph says you oughta go to room 5, okay? Have fun!" She giggled and waved at Danielle.

For a moment, Danielle considered replying to that by saying that she wasn't here to have fun, but responding would just be pointless. Noor, the dumb bimbo, probably wouldn't understand. So, instead, Danielle walked into the back of the office, towards room 5. Maybe the rest of the office would be different.

Her hopes for a smarter office vanished when she entered room 5 to find that her hygienist was a Chinese bimbo. The hygienist-bimbo giggled and said, "Oh hiiiii! I'm Ming, and I'm gonna be, like, your hygiene lady today! How are ya?"

"Ow!" Danielle said, clutching her cheek. She meant to say more than that, but Ming pouted at her. "Aww, you gotta toothache! Poor wittle Dani! We gonna make it all better!" She grabbed Danielle's shoulders and sat her down in the chair. Danielle tried to object, but Ming pulled out an array of dental tools and started poking around in Danielle's mouth.

"So, where does it, like, hurt?" she said. Apparently, Ming saw no real problem with the fact that Danielle's mouth was currently wide open, with pointy metal things inside.

That problem, though, became moot when Ming touched Danielle's second premolar, and a jolt of pain shot through her mouth. She winced, and if she'd been able to, she would've said something foul-mouthed.

"Awww, does da wittle toof, like, hurt a bunch?" Ming cooed, touching it again. Danielle wanted to scream out loud at this fucking bimbo, but she couldn't.

"We're gonna need to do X-rays, aren't we?" Ming said, and stuffed something into Danielle's mouth. "You just, like, hold that in there and don't, like, move, or anything."

"Mummph mmph mmmm," Danielle said, trying not to move whatever Ming had stuck in there. This was the fucking worst dentist's office she'd ever been to. What kind of asshole employed nothing but bimbos?

As she fumed to herself, Danielle smelled something odd. It was a strong smell, a musky scent, one that seemed to permeate the whole room. There was something sweet about it, too. It seemed familiar, in a certain way.

When Ming turned back, carrying a lead-lined apron to lay over Danielle's chest, Danielle realized that the smell was coming from Ming. Or maybe not. But she certainly smelled like whatever it was that had filled the room with its scent.

She couldn't say anything about it to Ming, not while she was getting X-rayed. So she lay there, as Ming set things up, and just smelled that smell. That marvelous, fantastic smell. Whatever it was, she wanted to smell more of it.

Even once Ming had finished the X-rays and cleared Danielle's mouth, the hygienist-bimbo made it impossible to ask a question, because she babbled constantly. At a certain point, Danielle just stopped listening completely, and let the sensations sweep over her. It was all very Zen.

Some indistinct amount of time later, someone tapped Danielle on the shoulder, and she jumped. "Sorry to startle you," said a male voice from behind her head, "but I'd like to introduce myself." He stepped out in front of the chair and continued, "I'm Dr. Joseph, and I'm pleased to meet you."

Danielle shook his hand, then winced as she noticed her toothache again. "So, you've got a toothache," Dr. Joseph said, turning over to the computer to Danielle's right. "Mmm hmm," he muttered. "Ahh, mmm."

"Is it, um, bad, Doctor?" Danielle asked.

"Not too bad," he said, stepping back in front of the chair. He had a very nice smile, which Danielle supposed every dentist should have. Other than that, he was really very ordinary. If you had a machine that made humans, and you asked it to give you a totally average white male, Dr. Joseph would be the result.

"You have a slight crack in your premolar," Dr. Joseph said, "and it looks like, unfortunately, it has penetrated deep enough to find a few nerve endings to irritate. But it shouldn't take radical measures to fix, or anything like that. When do you want to schedule a surgery?"

"Uh, as soon as possible, please," Danielle said.

"Right then. Ming, pull up the calendar. Hmm. Hmm." Dr. Joseph turned back towards the chair. "We can fit you in tomorrow, actually. Someone just cancelled on a set of family appointments, so I'll have the time for your surgery."

"What time?" She still had to come up with a graduation gift for Tracy, and if she was out of it all day, that would be hard.

"10:30," Dr. Joseph said.

"Well, uh, when's the next available slot?" she asked, hoping for a better answer.

"A week from today," came the answer.

Fuck. There was no way she could possibly wait a whole week to get this fixed. If it was a choice between spending tomorrow whacked on the aftereffects of anaesthesia or spending a whole week wincing in pain...

"I'll take the appointment tomorrow."

"Good, good," Dr. Joseph said. "Ming, go ahead and enter that on the schedule. You'll want to be here at least ten minutes before the surgery, so we can handle the paperwork, and get you under in a timely fashion."

"Am I going to need to have someone pick me up?" Danielle asked.

Dr. Joseph shook his head. "Actually, no. We use a form of anaesthesia that doesn't cause any substantial temporary impairment. You should be able to drive home."

"Wow," said Danielle. "How does that work? I've heard all sorts of horror stories about people on anaesthesia."

"You'd have to ask Erin, our resident anaesthetician. She's the brains behind it," Dr. Joseph said. "I'm a mere dentist. I'll take what I can get."

He extended a hand to her, once again. "It's been very nice talking to you, and I'm glad, once again, that you chose to come to my office. We'll be seeing you tomorrow, though, I suppose, so I'll wish you a good day, Danielle."

"Thank you for being so flexible," Danielle replied, levering herself up and out of the chair. She'd been thinking about asking Ming about something, but now she'd entirely forgotten.

"Is there anything I can take to deal with it between now and then?" she asked, as Dr. Joseph was at the door.

"Well, if you were waiting longer, I'd be inclined to give you a prescription for an analgesic of some kind," Dr. Joseph replied. "However, I think I can give you something less expensive, if you'll bring it back tomorrow."

Danielle nodded. "In that case," he said, opening a drawer mounted on the wall, "take this home with you." He handed her a cloth pouch filled with some kind of gel. "It should draw off some of the pain for a short while."

"Thank you, Dr. Joseph," Danielle said again. He nodded. "No problem. Will that be all for today?"

"Yes, it certainly will," Danielle said. With that, Dr. Joseph left, and Danielle shortly followed. Ming giggled and waved goodbye to her, and Danielle tried not to show open disdain. One more day, and she could find another dentist.

"Bye-bye!" Noor called out to Danielle as she walked towards the front door. Danielle gave a half-hearted smile and passed her without saying anything. Christ, what a fucking bimbo.

Tomorrow

"Hiiiiiii!" Noor said, as Danielle walked into Dr. Joseph's office. Danielle smiled at the receptionist-bimbo, feeling a bit more chipper this morning. Just like Dr. Joseph had promised, the pouch he'd given her had made her feel so much better.

"Hello, Noor," Danielle replied. "Where should I go today?"

"Dr. Joseph says you oughta go to room 69," Noor replied. "It's, like, right at the end of the hallway!" Giggle.

"Okay," Danielle said, a bit puzzled. Why "room 69"?

"6 and 9 are Dr. Joseph's lucky numbers!" said Noor, who seemed to know what Danielle was going to say. Giggle. "Everyone asks that, all the time!"

Danielle smiled. Maybe she'd just been that obvious. She passed into the back of the office, down the hallway. Sure enough, at the end of it, there it was. Room 69.

When she stepped inside, Ming was already there, and so was a red-haired bimbo. "Hiiii, Dani! This is Erin, and she's gonna be your, like, anaesthetician today." Double giggle.

It seemed like Danielle had heard that name, Erin, somewhere before. It had been very recently. Eh, it probably didn't matter that much. What's the worst that could happen? Giggle.

By the time Danielle had settled into the chair, Dr. Joseph appeared in the room. He smiled at her and said, "How are we feeling this morning?"

"I'll be feeling much better in a little bit," Danielle said, a big smile on her face. Giggle.

"You certainly will. Erin, if you would apply the anaesthesia," he said. Erin obliged, and as Danielle breathed deeply through the mask, she heard a giggle.

The world around her floated away, and Danielle followed. After some period of time, she found herself in the sky, somewhere. Big, fluffy white clouds floated all around her, and she passed her arm through one of them.

It tickled! Giggle. It made her think sexy thoughts, somehow. She thought about getting fucked, and giggled again. Maybe Mark would do her tonight, and she'd feel really good. Giggle.

How long did she float around in the cloudy nothingness? She couldn't tell. It just felt like time didn't pass in here, wherever here was.

Here was also a very sexy place. Danielle couldn't suppress thoughts of naked men and women, indulging in all sorts of sex acts. If her mother could've seen the inside of her little girl's head right now...

When she opened her eyes again, it felt like she was coming down from the best high ever. Giggle.

"You should, like, sell that on the streets, man!" she said, feeling a little woozy. "Whoops!" she added, toppling out of the chair, onto her side. Giggle.

"Are you feeling alright, Dani?" Dr. Joseph asked, with his sexy, sexy voice.

"Yep!" she said, regaining her balance as she stood. "I feel, like, sooooper great!" She really did, except for the odd pressure on her chest.

Dani looked down at her chest, and saw that her titties were a lot bigger, and her clothes were making a valiant but futile attempt to hold them back. Giggle. "Can anyone, like, cut this for me?" she asked, pointing at the area above her titties.

"Why don't you go ahead and put on your spare clothes?" Dr. Joseph said, holding out a small bundle of vinyl and spandex. "Oh, I, like, totes forgot that I'd brought those along!" Dani said. The details of when she'd bought them were so hazy as to be nonexistent. Also, how had she known how big her titties were going to get?

She just dismissed those niggling problems, and took the clothes that Dr. Joseph handed her. "I, like, rilly need to get back home," Dani said, "so can I just, like, take my clothes off in here?"

"Be my guest," said Dr. Joseph. Ming and Erin just giggled. So Dani wiggled out of her constraining top and bra, letting her big brown titties just hang free. It felt perfectly natural to show herself off like that. She was a hot piece, and the world deserved to see it.

With that taken care of, she pushed herself out of the pants she'd worn to the appointment. Her hips had flared out, but her thighs tapered to practically nothing by the time they reached her knees. Once her pants had gotten past that obstacle, it was comically easy to throw them into the trash.

Dani stood in front of Dr. Joseph and the other bimbos, showing off her awesome body. It felt good to be naked, but somehow she knew it would be better to put on her new clothes.

She began with the vinyl microskirt, which easily stretched to accomodate her new hips. The fact that she'd thrown her panties away with her pants meant that her snatch was just hanging out for anyone to see. Maybe when she got back home she could shave it.

"Oooh," she groaned, swaying back and forth as the vinyl came into contact with her asscheeks. It made her feel so hot, wearing clothes like this. Looking like this, she'd get fucked so hard by any guy she wanted.

She turned to leave, then remembered that she hadn't put on the spandex croptop. Giggle. People were so silly about not seeing titties. Really, was anything going to cover up these babies? Dani's boobies would probably be visible - and sexy - in a snowsuit.

The moment she snapped the spandex down onto her breasts, Dani moaned and orgasmed. It... was just like heaven. Everyone in the room could see that she was the hottest girl around, and they could see how hot that made her feel. Her nipples were harder than diamonds, and pussy juice was dripping down her thighs.

"Don't forget your shoes," Dr. Joseph said, handing her a pair of really, really tall stiletto heels. She squealed with delight, and slipped them on. Pacing back and forth a bit, she felt her giant boobies wobbling, and imagined how sexy she looked like this.

"I think you're all set, dear," Dr. Joseph said, and Dani giggled. "You're, like, not supposta call me that, silly! It's, like, um... sexyest!"

"Well, you are the sexiest," he replied, winking at her, "but I think it's time for you to run along home." Dani giggled, and strutted out of the room. She squealed together with Noor for a few minutes, paid up her bill, and click-clacked her way out to the car.

For a second, she took a good look at her car, pouting hard. This wasn't a sexy car! It was just a boring old SUV. It wasn't even a fun color, like red, just boring old black.

Of course, with a body like this, convincing Mark to replace it wouldn't be hard. Dani giggled and hopped into the driver's seat. After a little confusion over where her keys had gone (her new hot pink purse), she pulled out of the parking space, and started driving home.

Along the way, she rolled down the windows and savored the attentions of the other drivers. Their rapturous gazes made her pussy melt again. She couldn't think of anything better than that, even if it did cause a couple of crashes.

About fifteen minutes later, Dani pulled into her driveway and hopped out of her car, feeling like a million bucks. She was a bit surprised to see Mark's car in the garage, but that was all for the better. It meant she could start fucking him right away.

"How was your appointment, dear?" Mark asked. He was hunched over his computer in the office, typing away on some dumb thing that he probably had to do for work.

"Oh, it was, like, totes awesome!" Dani said. "I thought you had to work, sweetie."

"Well, I got Charlie to let me telecommute, and..." he replied, swiveling around in his chair. As he took in Dani, he trailed off into silence, his mouth wide open in astonishment. "Danielle..." he said. "What happened to you?"

"Dr. Joseph made me hot, silly!" she replied, and lunged for his crotch. Before he could say a single word, Dani had ripped his fly open and taken his rapidly inflating cock in her mouth. It was a surprisingly large mouthful, but it posed no problem for Dani.

"Mmmmph ummm hrmmm!" she said, around her husband's tasty cock. Just the smell of it made her feel wet, and the sensation of it in her mouth made her want to orgasm. But she couldn't do that until...

"Oooooooooh!" Mark groaned, shooting his load into her mouth. That triggered a near-simultaneous orgasm from Dani, though her celebration was a bit more muffled. Still, she felt her pussy juices sliding down her thighs, once more.

Dani swallowed her husband's load, and sat up straight with a satisfied sigh. "You're, like, so yummy!" she said to her still gobsmacked husband.

"What's gotten into you?" Mark demanded. "Are you feeling sick, or something?"

"No, of course not!" Dani said, giggling. "I'm feeling like a great bimbo! And I'm your great bimbo! Let's make Little Marky feel happy again!" She dove back down into his crotch, and gave his cock a few hard sucks. Before he could object, she stood up, then pulled him off of the chair and onto a nearby couch.

"Ride your bimbo hard, Mark! Make me scream!" Dani shouted. He grunted as she thrust her pussy onto his cock, and he started to get into the spirit of things. As she rode him, he bellowed, grabbed her by the shoulders, and flipped her over onto her back. Her fragile top practically ripped in half from his manhandling, but he didn't care.

"Fuck, you really are a bimbo, aren't you?" he grunted, his voice full of wonder. "You really need this, you little slut!"

"I'm your little slut-bimbo!" Dani said from underneath him, her body sweaty and her face rapturous. "I need it soooooo hard, Master!"

In record time, Mark climaxed, shooting his semen deep into his bimbo's pussy. She orgasmed again, at the feeling of his pleasure. It was a pure moment of sexual bliss for both of them.

When Mark's post-orgasmic haze cleared, he found that he was still lying on top of Dani, his bimbo wife. "If you've changed," he said, "it sure is for the better."

"Yep!" she said cheerfully. "Bimbos are the best!"

Reluctantly, Mark stood up, his legs shaky from the aftereffects of sex. "No! No! Don't leave Dani alone, Master!" she said, pouting on the couch. "We can have so much more fun!"

"I still have to work, Dani," he said. "I'd like nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion, but I gotta finish coding this section before we go to dinner."

"Poopy," Dani muttered, pouting hard. What was she supposed to do until Tracy's stupid dinner? Then it occurred to her that she was very thirsty. So she bounced out to the kitchen, and opened a bottle of water.

The moment she started drinking from it, though, she felt really, really icky. "Pleh!" she said, spitting the water out. She tried to drink juice and soda, but she got the same icky feeling. Then she opened a carton of milk.

Just the smell of it nearly made Dani cream herself. She raised the carton to her lips and took a big chug of milk.

"Oooooooh," she moaned, orgasming as the sweet, sweet milk flowed down her throat. It was almost as good as Mark's cum, and just as white! Dani sunk to the floor, tilting the milk carton back and back and back, until the last drop had drained into her mouth.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 03



She dug around in the fridge, looking for more milk. She needed to drink milk! Milk was the only thing that could satisfy her, if she couldn't have Master's cum.

But she'd just drunk the last milk, as it turned out. With a speed that surprised even her, she grabbed her keys and dashed out to the car, ripped top and all. Milk was more important to her than anything else right now.

Dani sped off to the grocery store, where she loaded an entire shelf of milk into a cart. The cashier looked at her very oddly, but rung up her order without any complaint. When she finished loading the milk into the car, she gave a big sigh of relief.

Then she realized that, even with all of the milk she'd gotten, she had another problem. Tracy's silly "graduation" dinner was tonight, and Dani didn't have anything to wear to her stepdaughter's dinner. The clothes she wore were still fucked up from her, well, getting fucked up.

She was trying to mentally inventory her wardrobe - a very difficult task for someone with the attention span of a goldfish - when she noticed a sign. In a tired-looking shopping center, there was a bright sign advertising "Nina's Naughty Nook". The sign had a cartoon of a bimbo like Dani on it, grinning cheekily at passersby.

One screeching right turn later, Dani had parked her car, and was flouncing her way into Nina's Naughty Nook. She pushed the door open with a resounding tinkle of bells, and found herself in a quiet, plain clothing store.

"Welcome to Nina's Naughty Nook," said the tired-looking blond woman behind the counter. She was reading a magazine. "I'm Nina, how can I..." she said, trailing off as she looked up at Dani. "Wow," suddenly became the only thing she could say.

"Hiiiii, Nina, I totes need some, like, sooper hot clothes," Dani said, giggling at the confused store owner. "Like this!" she added, grabbing a leopard-print miniskirt.

"Umm, are you sure about that?" Nina asked. "That particular item might be a bit... inappropriate for you."

"Ohh, but I really like it!" Dani said, pouting at Nina. "It's sooper cute, and I bet it makes me look, like, rilly sexy!"

"Well, yeah," Nina replied, coming out from behind the counter. "But, maybe you want something a bit... classier than that. You could try on some of our lingerie." She sniffed the air, and started to take on a glassy-eyed look. "Do you smell that?"

"Do I smell what, silly?" Dani said. Giggle.

"I think I might've spilled some milk somewhere around here, said Nina, her voice becoming breathy. "Let me go and get something to clean it up..." She didn't make a move towards the supply closet, just kept walking towards Dani, staring at the bimbo's breasts.

"You're smelling my milk, you big sillypants!" Dani said. Giggle. "Do ya want some?" She pulled one of her breasts out of her top and waved its engorged, milky nipple in Nina's face.

"Yeeeeesss..." Nina groaned. "Miiiiiilk, I neeed miiiiiilk." Dani obliged her new friend, sticking her nipple into the blond woman's mouth. Nina began sucking, moaning as she suckled on the bimbo's teat.

Nina sucked down Dani's milk powerfully, until her right breast had mostly gone dry. Dani flipped out her other breast, and Nina switched teats. The whole time, both of them were moaning, writing on the floor, pussy juices pooling and mingling beneath their bodies.

When Dani's breasts had both gone dry, she had a final orgasm, then rolled Nina off onto the floor. The store owner was grinning idiotically, her body covered with sweat, milk, and pussy juice. Her body was already changing shape, beneath her surprisingly frumpy clothes.

"You gotta, like, take those clothes off, sillyface!" Dani said, standing up. She flipped the sign on the door to CLOSED, and started browsing through the aisles, accumulating a pile of sexy clothes. Nina giggled a bit from the floor, then followed Dani's advice. Soon, she too was trying on clothes with Dani, and giggling the whole time.

20 minutes later, Dani presented a huge armful of clothes to Nina at the register. Nina was wearing some of her own clothing now, to go with her new bimbo body. She'd gone with a pink cropped tube top and a schoolgirl miniskirt. Her blond hair had grown out, and she was putting it into pigtails.

"What do you wanna, like, pay for this?" she asked Dani. Dani had already donned one of her new outfits, a latex one-piece that clung tightly to her curves, all the way down to her pussy lips.

"Um, I think I wanna pay you with this," Dani said, pulling out one of her breasts. Nina moaned, and started suckling again. After a good drink, Nina agreed that Dani had more than paid for her new clothes. Besides, Nina couldn't remember how to use the register.

"You oughta, like, come by my house sometime!" Dani said as she squeezed her new clothes into two large bags.

"But, I, like, dunnoh where you, like, live!" Nina whined, pouting at her best customer ever.

"Gimme a marker, and I'll write it on your arm!" Dani said. "Then you totes won't forget!"

"Sounds, like, so great!" Nina said. Dani scribbled out her home address in blue Sharpie, and the two of them parted with a lot of squealing.

Fortunately, in the time she'd spent in the store, her milk had not curdled in the heat, yet. Just in case, she turned the air conditioning way, way up, and brought a gallon up to the front seat. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she took a big gulp from it, and giggled. All was right with the world.

When Dani pulled into the driveway at home again, and found her stepdaughter's car parked on the other side. She toddled out of the car, and carried two gallons of milk, including the open one, into the house.

The first person she met was Mark. "Hiiiiiii, Master," Dani cooed to him. "Couldya get the groceries and clothes I, like, bought outta the car? It won't be a problem for a big, strong guy like you!" She leaned in closer, and whispered, "When you're done we can... psst psst psst..."

Whatever Dani had said, it had the desired effect. Mark shot out the front door, and Dani smiled to see her Master so frantic to be pleased. She was frantic to please him, too, but first, she needed to take care of some business.

She was putting her milk in the fridge, when her stepdaughter Tracy walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Danielle," Tracy said, sounding bored.

"Hiiiiii, Tracy!" Dani said, popping out from behind the fridge door. "You're home, like, rilly early!"

"Umm, we... got out, um, early," Tracy said, as she took in Dani's new outfit and body. "What's the deal with..." she gestured at Dani, taking in her whole body.

"Ohhh, I got my tooth, like, tooken care of!" Dani said brightly. "And I got great titties to go with it, too!"

"You, um, sure did," said Tracy. Her eyes seemed to go unfocused, as she sniffed the air. "Hey, what's that smell?"

"It's my titties, sillypants!" Dani said, giggling. "You wanna drink some great milk?"

Tracy nodded absently, stumbling forward towards her stepmother. She didn't seem to notice anything at all, except for Dani's titties. Like a lost calf, she nuzzled up against Dani's rock hard nipples.

Cooing softly, Dani guided Tracy into another room, and took her titties out. Tracy sighed at the sight of Dani's bare breasts, and began to suck thirstily from them. Every gulp of milk seemed to make her body swell just a little bit, in all the right places.

Bit by bit, Tracy drained Dani's udders, until her own breasts had popped out of the cleavagey top she was wearing. Her pants were barely holding up under the strain of her new hips. Every last bit of intelligence seemed to have vanished from the young woman's eyes, and she seemed to be staring straight ahead at nothing.

"Wasn't that, like, so awesome?" Dani asked Traci. Her newest bimbo just giggled. After two solid minutes of giggling, Traci gazed into Dani's eyes and said, "Traci good. Traci feel so good."

"You're a good little cow, aren't you, Traci?" Dani cooed. "You just wanna make milk for Momma." She petted the cow-bimbo's hair.

"Traci love milk," Traci replied. "Traci love Momma. Traci love Master."

"Oh, Master's gonna, like, totes love you, too," Dani said, putting an arm around Traci's shoulders. "But now you gotta, like, take all this stuff off! You're just a silly cow, and cows don't need boring clothes like these!"

"Traci not love boring," Traci agreed.

"Don't you worry your silly little face, Traci, you're gonna wear some rilly, rilly nice clothes, just like Momma!" Dani said, pulling the cow-bimbo's pants down. Traci stepped out of them, then held up her hands. Her shirt was a bit harder to take off, thanks to the cow-bimbo's new boobies.

But after a little bit of work, Traci stood before Dani, completely naked. She was more of a bimbo than Dani, somehow. Her boobies were each the size of her head, basically. Next to her, Dani looked like a fucking washboard.

"Honey, I put all those clothes you bought in your room, but why did you need all that..." Master stepped into the room. When he saw Traci, though, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Tracy?" he asked. "Is that you? What's going on here, Dani?"

"I gave Traci a lotta milk, and now she's a bimbo like me, too!" Dani chirped, embracing her Master. "She's gonna be, like, so much more fun!"

"What have you done?" Master screamed. "You've turned my daughter into a stupid bimbo, you fucking idiot!"

Dani shrunk pitifully. "I'm sowwy, Master," she said in a small voice. "I thought you'd be happy that Traci was happy."

Master put his head in his hands, and Dani couldn't figure out what he was saying, but it didn't sound happy. She tried to comfort him, but he jerked away. "Just... just... don't, Dani," he said. "Find something else to do."

"Okay," Dani said, because what Master said was like the word of God to her. She would find something else to do.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Maybe there was something else to do waiting on the other side of the front door. Or, rather, someone else.

Dani slunk out into the foyer, and looked through the peephole in the front door. A skinny young Indian girl waved at the door, then returned her hands to trying to hold several bags at once.

In all the chaos of being a hot bimbo, Dani had totally forgotten about her little sister Angela's visit. Angie would make a perfect distraction. Dani could practically feel her titties refilling themselves with milk in anticipation.

So, she took a deep breath, giggled, and flung the front door open. "Hiiiiii Angie!" she said, encasing her little sister in a hug that nearly toppled her.

"Um, hi, Danielle," Angela said, sounding a bit hesitant.

"Oh, that's such a silly name!" Dani said. "Just call me Dani, now."

"Okay... Dani," Angela replied, still looking dubious. "Can I come in and set down my bags?"

"Yep!" Dani said, bouncing back inside to let Angela inside. Angela stepped inside, dragging all of her luggage behind her.

"The cab from the airport was so shitty," Angela complained, without much warning, as was her wont. "It was just the worst time I've ever had in a... what's that smell?" Her eyes started to glaze over.

"Oh, just my new titties!" Dani said, cheerful once more. "Don't they smell really good?"

"Yes... yeessss... yesssssss they do," Angela moaned, shedding her luggage as she lurched forward. She tried to grab Dani's titties, but the bigger sister stepped just out of Angela's reach, drawing her, step by step, into the guest bedroom.

When the two of them reached the bed, Dani stopped, and pulled her titties out from under their meager concealment, and allowed Angela to take a sip of milk, before hiding her nipples behind her hands.

"What do you want, Angie?" Dani said, smiling down at her lust-filled little sister.

"Want... want your boobies," Angie moaned, trying to move Dani's hands.

"And what will you do for my boobies?" Dani asked, fending off Angie's hands.

"Anything!" Angie shouted.

"You'll be my bimbo-slave?" Dani asked.

"Yes!"

"You'll worship my titties and me?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"You'll obey me all the time?"

"YEESSSS!"

Dani had pity on Angie, and let her start suckling on her right titty. Her little sister, it turned out, really knew how to suck titties. In five minutes flat, both of Dani's titties were completely dry, and Angie had gained her own bimbo body.

"Take off those silly clothes, Angie, and let's do it!" Dani said, falling back onto the bed.

"I dunnoh," Angie said, pouting a bit. "Aren't sisters not, like, supposed to do that, or somethin'?"

"Not us, silly!" Dani replied. Giggle. "We're hot bimbo babes, and we're supposed to be doing that, like, all the time!"

"Oh!" Angie said. "You're, like, totes right, Big Sis! That's all sexy, and sex is, like, all we gotta do!"

Dani nodded. "You got it, Angie!" she said, and the two bimbo sisters giggled in unison.

"So... um, what are we actually doing?" Angie asked, after a few seconds of giggling.

"You're eating my pussy, you big sillyhead!" Dani replied, and she spread her legs wide to show Angie what she meant.

"Yay!" Angie said, as she dove to her knees and began licking her big sister's pussy. Dani writhed and moaned as Angie's tongue stroked her pussy. What a fantastic day she was having! She got to be such a bimbo, and so did her little sis and her stepdaughter. They were all gonna have, like, a whole buncha fun!

The doorbell rang again, and Dani moaned again. She sprayed a bunch of cum all over Angie's face, and bounced to her feet. "You, like, stay here, Angie," Dani said, pointing at her. "And eat my cum!"

Angie smiled through the faceful of cum and started licking it off as Dani walked away. That would keep her busy for at least a little bit. Dani would probably come back to find Angie masturbating, spraying her own cum all over the room. She had such a good little sis.

When Dani arrived at the front door, she found Nina standing there, her arms over the shoulders of two befuddled-looking blond girls. "Hiiiiiii, Dani!" Nina chirped. "I, like, brought my daughters along so they can, like, have a bunch of fun, too!"

"Hiiii there!" Dani replied, waving her hand demurely at the girls, who definitely resembled their mother, though they resembled each other more. "Like, omigod, are you guys, like, twins?"

"Um, yes?" the one on the right said timidly. The other one just blushed. "Mom," said the right one, "why are we even here? What happened to you?"

"Oh, like, don't you worry your silly head!" Nina replied. "This is Dani. She's the hot, hot lady I, like, told ya 'bout! You'll, like, love her!"

"Come on in, come on in," Dani said, taking the twins by an elbow apiece. They didn't resist as she drew them inside. Nina, smiling broadly, followed behind them and shut the door.

"Do ya smell something ya like?" Dani said impishly. The twins nodded in unison, and stepped forward, eyes glazed. Their eyes seemed to be drawn to her boobies, and she reeled them in, closer and closer.

With a sucking sound, the two of them each latched on to one of Dani's nipples. Thwp, thwp, thwp, they went, suckling in unison. "Get me, like, a buncha milk, Nina!" The other bimbo dashed off into the kitchen, while her daughters drained Dani's boobies.

Nina was back in less than a minute, carrying three whole gallons of milk. The twins fell back from Dani's nipples for a brief respite, while Dani chugged as much milk as she could manage. She felt it swirl into her stomach, and from there, straight up into her boobies, until they began to leak a little bit.

Then it was, once again, time for the twins to feed from their Mistress. She chuckled at their eagerness, and how their bodies had already changed to suit their new lives. These girls were going to be excellent cow-bimbos.

By the time they had drained Dani's boobies of every last drop of milk, the twins had lost every bit of intelligence in their brown eyes. Their boobies... or, perhaps "udders" would suit these cows better... were each larger than Dani's head. Nina's precious little girls had become walking udders, to be milked and fucked at the pleasure of their Master and Mistress.

"Moooo," said the one on the right, looking up at Dani. Dani smiled down at them and said, "I never, like, learned your names, and I don't, like, care all that much. But I gotta, like, call you two something. So you-" she pointed to the one on the left, "-I'll call Bessie. And you'll be Bossie," she told the one on the right.

"Mooooooooooo," said Bessie. She stroked her udders and gave a low moo of pleasure.

"Nina, take Bossie and Bessie up to my room, and give them, like, all the clothes they need to be cows," Dani said.

"Like, okay!" Nina said cheerfully, leading the cow-bimbos away. Then she stopped and scratched her head. "Um, like, what all clothes do they, like, need?"

Dani wrinkled her nose. "None, you big sillypants! Cows don't, like, wear clothes! Just, like, put a collar on each of them!" Nina and Dani giggled together, and then Nina and her cow-bimbo daughters walked out of the room. Dani would've told her that her room was in the opposite direction, but she was just feeling so totally hot, and that was really distracting.

For the third time, the doorbell rang. Dani answered it absently, and regretted it almost instantly.

She found herself face-to-face with two of the most unpleasant harpies to ever crawl over the face of the Earth. Unfortunately, they happened to be her neighbors across the street.

"Is there something going on here, Danielle?" asked Margaret, the short, fat one. "We heard a bit of a ruckus, and we wanted to know if you were having a party," added Gloria, the tall, also fat one.

Dani gave a big, huge smile, like a good bimbo and said, "Oh, yeah! You wanna, like, come on in?" Before the neighbors could answer, she'd pulled them inside, and slammed the door shut.

They didn't object, because they seemed to be fixated by her boobies, just like everyone else. Could her boobies do anything wrong? They were just so incredibly magical!

"I, like, know what you guys need," Dani said, her voice husky. "You guys, like, totes need to suck on my titties, don't you?" Margaret and Gloria nodded mutely.

"Well, hold on for a sec, 'cause I need to fill myself up." Dani led her two new acquisitions into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. It was stuffed to the brim with gallons upon gallons of milk. Dani's mouth watered just looking at it.

She snatched out five whole gallons and started chugging them. The taste of milk in her mouth just turned her on even more, if that was possible. Part of it might be the fact that her boobies were getting bigger and bigger, the more she drank. By the time she put down the last jug, her own jugs were the size of two flesh-colored watermelons stapled to her chest.

Margaret and Gloria practically pounced on Dani's nipples, and began sucking as hard as they could. Dani just leaned back against the counter, smiling broadly. This was the fucking life.

Two weeks later

"Like, come on, you silly cow," Dani said, tugging on Traci's leash. She stepped out into the parking lot, and her cow of a stepdaughter followed, mooing vehemently. Traci was the worst at being a cow, which sucked, because she had great milk, coming from great titties.

Well, Dani planned to train Traci much better, now that her herd was getting more stable. She sort of missed the thrill of melting a new cow's mind with her milk. But Master had put his foot down after that whole Starbucks thing. That had been a bit awkward, even for her. In theory, having an orgy with a whole coffee shop sounded great. In practice, it created endless complications.

But Master had smoothed all of that out, like he always did. The car ride home had been silent, the whole way. Dani half expected the steering wheel to break from how hard he was gripping it. No matter what, she'd been unable to cajole him into relaxing.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 03



Then they'd gotten home, and Master had simply exploded. It was all sort of fuzzy in Dani's head, but she knew he was mad, and that wasn't good. He'd gone on and on about how he wasn't made of money, and there was only so much sex he could handle in a day, and blah blah blah.

After a certain point, Dani had stopped paying attention to what Master was saying. Her titties were much more interesting than whatever he had to say. That was when Master grabbed her head with both hands, and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Listen to me when I'm talking, Goddamnit," he'd said. "Dani, from now on, you have to ask permission to make any new bimbos." She'd pouted, but the word of her Master was strong enough to make her do anything. If he wanted something, she'd find a way to get it for him. Whatever it was. Even if she really, really wanted to give him all the bimbos in the world.

"Hiiiiiii!" Dani said to Noor as she and Traci walked into Dr. Joseph's office. The receptionist-bimbo clapped her hands together and squealed, "Eeeeeeeee!"

After a squishy, bosomy hug, the two bimbos separated, and giggled together for a few minutes. "Dr. Joseph's, like, waiting for you, back in room 69," Noor said, then giggled again. Dani giggled back, and pulled Traci along with her, down the hallway.

Sure enough, Dr. Joseph was waiting for her, looking just as super-hot as ever. He gestured to the waiting exam chair, and said, "Who's your little friend, Dani?"

"Ohhhh," Dani said, sticking a perfectly manicured finger into her mouth. Her regular manicurist had been so much more enthusiastic and enjoyable after a quick taste of Dani's milk. "Um, this is my, like, stepdaughter," she said, struggling to muster her few operational neurons in the presence of such a godlike figure.

"She's, um, uh..." Dani thought hard for a second, then perked up. "Oh, yeah! Traci!" Dr. Joseph smiled down at Dani indulgently. Traci seemed to be even less functional than Dani right now, her eyes riveted to the good doctor's crotch. Ming pulled the dumb cow-bimbo off to the side, so that Dr. Joseph and Dani could get busy.

"And how is your tooth doing, Dani?" Dr. Joseph asked, picking up his tools. Dani grinned, displaying her perfect, pearly set of teeth for the good doctor. "Sooper-dooper! And I feel awesome, too!"

"Good, good," he muttered, tapping on her teeth with a pointy tool. Dani opened her mouth obligingly, and he gave her teeth a brief inspection. Since, obviously, there was nothing wrong, he was done in a few seconds.

"Everything seems to be in excellent shape," Dr. Joseph said, unzipping his pants. Dani's eyes latched on to his crotch, and when he pulled down his underwear, they were rewarded with the sight of his lovely cock. It was right before her, just waiting for her to suck it.

"I think you can work out this puzzle, can't you, Dani?" he said, and Dani thought for a bit. What puzzle? She just wanted to suck his cock. Then it hit her!

"Oooh! Oooh! I know!" Dani squeaked, thrusting her hand into the air. "You, like, want me to suck your cock!" Dr. Joseph smiled indulgently and nodded.

Before he could say anything, Dani was down on her knees, sticking his cock into her mouth. She always tried to be a really good bimbo, and part of that was about sucking cocks the bestest. A vaguely heard, itty-bitty little part of her brain tried to tell Dani that "bestest" wasn't a word, but she was more interested in the cock she was sucking.

"Mmmph, ooo huh, hoh, huh rehire nife hock," Dani said, through Dr. Joseph's cock. She'd meant to say something about how nice his cock was, but his really nice cock was in the way. Dani gurgled a little, though she'd meant that to come out as a giggle. Overhead, Dr. Joseph just rolled his eyes. Some bimbos were just too dumb to suck a cock.

Despite her apparent confusion, though, Dani was quite good at sucking his cock. She rode it smoothly and skillfully, in a way that would have made Dr. Joseph marvel, if he had not been Dr. Joseph. He simply noted, as he came in her mouth, that she was certainly up to his usual standards. That was good.

As she swallowed Dr. Joseph's cum, Dani bounced to her feet with a giggle. "Did I do great, Doctor?" she asked, regarding him with a huge smile.

"You were excellent," he said placidly. "Are you ready for some more?" His cock didn't seem to have drooped even a bit.

"Yay!" Dani shouted. If Dr. Joseph wasn't going to be enthusiastic, she could more than compensate. She started to drop to her knees again, but Dr. Joseph shook his head. "I think you should take it in the ass, okay?"

Dani nodded eagerly. Whatever he wanted, she would do. Mark might be her Master, but Dr. Joseph was something even more important. He was like a God.

She bent over the chair, and waited for his penetration. She waited...and waited, and waited, and waited. A minute or so had passed, but Dani's hyperactive bimbo mind was doing backflips, tying itself in knots over how long this seemed to be taking. Didn't Dr. Joseph like her ass? Oh, God, was there something wrong with it?

Just as she was about to plead for the cock she so desired, she felt it plunge into her ass, driving hard and firm deep into her anus. She yelped from the pain, pain that seemed to bring nothing but pleasure. As she settled into the rhythm of thrusts, the pain began to fade into the background, though it never went away entirely.

"Very good," Dr. Joseph grunted, right before he came in Dani's ass. She felt a new warmth enter her ass, and all her pent-up lust burst out. "Ooooohh, ahhhhh!" she moaned as she came. In that moment, she knew Dr. Joseph must have some kind of magic, if he'd gotten her to come from being fucked in the ass. For that matter, how had he gotten her into this shape?

As the climax faded, the moment passed. She accepted that she was a bimbo, and that was the best way for her to be. How had she managed when she wasn't a bimbo? Life musta been sooooo boring without her awesome boobies, and all her yummy cows, and Master's much larger cock.

"Well, I think you're a fine specimen, Dani," Dr. Joseph said as he wiped down his cock and pulled his pants back up. Dani wrinkled her nose in puzzlement. "What's a 'specimen'?" she asked. Dr. Joseph just laughed.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about specimens," he said. "What I meant to say is that you're a good bimbo. You're very sexy and very good at being a bimbo."

"Oh. Of course!" Dani said, giggling. She was such a silly bimbo, not to have realized that. And a silly bimbo was a good bimbo. And a good bimbo was a silly bimbo. Wait, hadn't she just thought that?

"I think everything's in order," Dr. Joseph said, "so let's just... oh, dear." Dani followed his eyes to the other side of the room, where Traci lay sprawled on the floor in a puddle of her own milk. She mooed softly, as did Ming. The Chinese bimbo's face was white with milk, smeared all over her features. She hiccuped, and mooed again.

"I just remembered why I don't use Room 5 much," Dr. Joseph said, with a rueful expression on his face. "The cleanup is always a real hassle."



Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04



Part 4: Eric

"It's really important to me, dear," Elizabeth said as they pulled into the parking lot. "You mean, it's important to Mother," Eric said.

"Exactly," she said, winking at him. "If she's going to pay for our wedding, we're going to have to keep her satisfied. And that means feeding her that sort of bullshit. She's also going to ask about grandkids, so be prepared for that."

She looked across the parking lot at the dentist's office. "So, did you ever find out what happened with Dr. Golden?" she asked.

"No, all I got was the message on her website, that she'd left her practice to explore new business opportunities," he replied. "Hopefully this new guy'll be just as good."

"Well, let's go see," Elizabeth said, unbuckling herself. They walked over to the dentist's office and opened the front door.

"Oh hiiiiiii!" the receptionist greeted them, her pornographic breasts bouncing up and down. "Like, welcome to Dr. Joseph's office! I'm Crystal! What's your names?"

"Um," Eric said. "Um, Eric Desjardins and Elizabeth Schulman."

Crystal took on a look of intense concentration. "I type real good," she said, then stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth, and tap-tap-tapped away at the keyboard.

That left the room silent, and, therefore, awkward. Elizabeth wasn't quite glaring at him, but she was Not Happy. He would've pointed out that she'd suggested this place, but that probably wouldn't've helped. Instead, he very carefully did not watch Crystal as she typed in their names.

"Ohhh, here we are!" Crystal said. She peered at something on the monitor, then smiled at Eric and Elizabeth. "Dr. Joseph says you should both go right on in. Eric is in room 8 and Lizzie, you're in room 2."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth, probably to start yelling at this bimbo for calling her Lizzie, but Eric forestalled her by laying a hand on her shoulder. "Don't bother with her. She's not worth the time," he whispered into her ear.

Reluctantly, Elizabeth nodded, and they walked through the door that led to the actual office area. Maybe the hygienists were a bit more intelligent than the receptionist.

Their hopes, however, were dashed when they saw the hygienist waiting for Elizabeth in room 2. "Oh hiiiii!" said a Chinese bimbo. "You must be Lizzie! I'm Ming, and I'll be your hygiene lady today!"

Eric laid a hand on her shoulder and just said, "Patience." They shared a smile, and then he strolled down the hall to room 8. It was the last room on the right side, and another hygienist was waiting at the entrance to it. And she was also a bimbo.

"Oh hiiiii!" the bimbo hygienist said. "You, like, must be Eric! It's, like, rilly nice to meet you! I'm Noor!" Eric blinked. He'd thought she looked Arabic, based on his experience in the Middle East, but none of the women there had been nearly as shapely. Or as uncovered.

Noor guided him into the chair, a big white smile plastered on her face. Her long black hair cascaded from her shoulders as she started chattering about nothing in particular. It was almost hypnotic, the way she talked. It made Eric feel like he was slipping into a trance, a trance that carried him through all of Noor's poking and prodding in his mouth.

When he came to again, there was a brown-haired man looking down from behind the chair. The man smiled down at him and said, "I'm Dr. Joseph. Feel a bit more relaxed now?"

"Very," replied Eric. It was, oddly enough, quite true. He did feel refreshed, for no apparent reason. It wasn't as if he'd felt like shit, or something, but he felt ready to take on the world now.

"So, got any plans, Eric?" Dr. Joseph asked, shuffling some papers.

"Oh, nothing much," Eric replied. "My fiancée's mother is coming to town in a few days." He made a face, and Dr. Joseph chuckled. "I know the feeling," he said, taking up a tool from the tray.

For a few seconds, he just poked around in Eric's mouth, then set it down on the tray again. "You seem to have a very nice set of teeth, Eric. But I do need to talk to you about something.

"Your fiancée Elizabeth is going to need to come back three days from now, and she'll need to go under general for us to deal with her problem. If you could be available to pick her up, that would probably work best for all of us." He frowned. "Is that going to pose any sort of problem?"

Eric thought for a minute, running through his schedule. "I think I can get time off then. What time do I need to be here?"

"Her appointment is at 11 am, and she should be done by 12:30," Dr. Joseph said. "I don't know what arrangements you need to make, but you should be here by then."

That might be a problem, Eric thought. Since his accident last week, he'd been sharing a car with Elizabeth. That had worked out fairly well for work, since they both worked in the same building. But that meant he would need to come with her to, at the very least, drop her off.

"Well, thanks for letting me know, Doc," Eric said, standing up from the chair. He shook the dentist's hand, finding the strength of his own grip to be a bit surprising. Noor just giggled and waved coyly at him.

As he walked down the hall towards the front of the office, Elizabeth was waiting for him at her room. She smiled ruefully at him. "I thought I had good teeth," she said, taking him by the arm, "but Dr. Joseph said something went wrong with a couple of my molars when I was a little kid." She shrugged. "You can hardly blame me for that."

Eric hugged his wife-to-be and said, "I couldn't blame you for anything, dear." They breezed past Crystal with a minimum of awkwardness, and out into the parking lot. He gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek and said, "I've got all the time in the world for you."

"Awww, honey, you're so sweet when you get like this," Elizabeth said, wrapping her arms tight around Eric's chest. She giggled, and Eric hugged her back, again.

Three days later

The sun had risen just above the trees behind Dr. Joseph's office when Eric and Elizabeth arrived in the parking lot. Elizabeth, who had never been a morning person, was still yawning and stretching, trying to manage without coffee. Dr. Joseph had stipulated that, saying that it would interfere with the anaesthesia.

So, of course, Eric had stopped at a coffee shop on the way over.

He'd always been bright and chipper in the mornings, so he didn't really need it, but it tasted nice. And besides, he deserved a little treat, what with how his exercising had been going.

Eric didn't have any idea what had happened to him in the past few days, but whatever it was, he liked it. He'd dropped at least 9 pounds, and he could actually feel the edges of his abs, without pressing through a layer of belly fat. His energy level had been sky-high, but he never felt jittery. This wasn't "caffeine-and-sugar-high" kind of energy, the sort that was going to crash and burn as soon as he had to do anything.

No, this was a "my-metabolism-is-kicking-itself-into-high-gear" kind of energy. He'd run five miles yesterday, and barely broken a sweat.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, had seemed to be having some trouble focusing. She seemed to be trying to do everything at once, without managing to finish any of it. The day before last, she'd swept half of the kitchen floor, cleaned a couple of plates, dusted a few of his college textbooks, and moved around some random family heirlooms, before retiring to the bedroom and flipping restlessly through channel after channel.

Maybe she was worried about the surgery, or maybe it was her Mother's imminent arrival. Whatever it was, Eric couldn't decide if he wanted it to stop or continue. On the one hand, she was oddly spacy from time to time, forgetting the oddest things. There was a reason he was at the wheel this morning.

But, on the other hand, she'd been great in bed. Yesterday, she'd actually managed to get up before he went to work (which was astonishing) and she'd proceeded to give him a handjob (which was incredible). Something was different about Elizabeth, but whatever it was, Eric felt pretty good about it.

They entered Dr. Joseph's office, Elizabeth yawning as Eric held the door for her. Noor was at the desk, a big smile still plastered on her face. She sent Elizabeth down the hall to the operating theater, leaving Eric by himself. With her.

For about ten minutes, Eric managed to keep to himself. He'd brought his laptop along, and he managed to do some work on it. But no sooner had he finished an email to his boss about the Friedlander accounts, than Noor said, "Oopsies."

He couldn't pretend that he was alone anymore. He just couldn't. As soon as he had to acknowledge Noor's presence in the room, he became riveted by her lush, voluptuous body. How had an Arabian girl maintained that kind of physique, and how had she become so sexy?

"Um, Eric?" she said, forcing him to actually look in her direction. "Do you know how to, like, use a computer?"

"Yes?" he said, puzzled. How could someone so mind-blowingly hot be so monumentally stupid that she didn't know how to use a computer? He could understand not knowing how to fix a computer. But this was something else entirely.

Still, he stood and took a few cautious steps towards the desk. "What is it you need?"

As soon as he was within reach, Noor grabbed his head and planted her lips on his mouth. Her tongue went deep into his astonished mouth, and she started pulling him over the desktop.

She was surprisingly strong, and Eric found himself sprawled on the floor, cushioned by the grinning bimbo. For a second, he wanted to shout, to object, but he took a deep breath. Everything around him smelled musky, like a million orgies had filled the office with their smells.

Instead of objecting, Eric growled and ripped Noor's top off. Her exposed tits rolled free, and Eric grabbed them with both hands. He gently rubbed against her nipples, while holding the rest of her tits in a firm, almost painful grip. Noor just mewled with pleasure, her face rapturous.

As Eric moved his hands down her side, running his fingers along her toned stomach, Noor bucked under him, moaning a bit. He pulled down her tiny skirt, revealing a sopping wet pussy. Noor's cum had spilled all around her slit, lubricating her in anticipation of Eric's penetration.

Eric obliged her and impaled her pussy on his cock. It yielded easily, but not too easily. Her cunt was tight around his cock, though he suspected she wasn't actually a virgin. She was too experienced at this to be innocent.

Less than 30 seconds later, Eric orgasmed, shooting a stream of semen deep into Noor's pussy. A small part of his brain tried to inform Eric that he'd just shot a much bigger load than normal, but he was too occupied to think of that just now. He was focusing on how he wanted to fill this slut up.

An hour later

Eric had kind of lost track, at this point, of the number of times he'd orgasmed in the past hour. It should've surprised him that he was able to fuck Noor so comprehensively without a pause, but he just accepted it without hesitation.

If he had bothered to focus on something other than the bimbo on his cock, he might've noticed the mess they'd made of the waiting room. Chairs were toppled, papers scattered everywhere, and the computer monitor had a big hole in it. Eric had punched straight through it in the midst of passion, several orgasms ago, but he'd barely even noticed.

Currently, he was ramming his cock into Noor's asshole for at least the third time. The bimbo had braced herself against an overturned couch, while Eric held two fistfuls of her asscheeks in his hands. At every push, she squealed with mingled delight and pain.

Eric groaned and orgasmed again, shooting a (still) surprisingly large load up into Noor's asshole. Noor, in turn, thrashed as the cum entered her. Her eyes were wide and her tongue stuck out, panting as sweat rolled off her body in waves. A good part of the mess came from their co-mingled cum and sweat, smeared all over the room.

"Perhaps I should've expected this," Dr. Joseph said, looking down on the pair of them. "I guess this is my own damn fault."

"Fuck!" Eric shouted. He rolled over to find the good Doctor standing over him, looking grim. "I, um, um, I, I, I can explain," he stammered, trying to come up with an explanation.

"You don't need to explain," Dr. Joseph replied. "I understand exactly what happened here. Your transformation took effect before I expected it. And it's changed my plans." He crooked a finger forward, and a peroxide-haired bimbo flounced forward.

"Hiiiiii!" she chirped. She seemed familiar, but Eric couldn't place it exactly. It definitely wasn't Crystal, because her face was different. But why was this supposed to be significant? It was just a bimbo.

"What's your name?" Dr. Joseph asked the bimbo. She scrunched up her face in deep thought. "Um... uh... it's... uh... oh yeah, it's Lizzie!" she said.

"Your old name," he corrected her. The bimbo looked puzzled. "Old name? But Doctor Joey, you, like, said, I should, like, forget all that, like, dumb stuff!"

"Was your old name Elizabeth Schulman?" he asked. Lizzie looked thoughtful again, then brightened. "Oooh, that's, like, totes it!"

"What did you do to her?" Eric said, pushing himself to his feet. His clothes were smeared with cum, and his still-erect dick hung out of his fly, but he ignored all of that. Judging by the responses of the bimbos, he looked very impressive. Of course, they'd probably be impressed by a squirrel's dick, at this point.

"Calm down," Dr. Joseph said, his eyes blazing. Eric felt something take a hold of him, like a giant's hand grasping a tiny porcelain figurine. "I expected you to fuck your fiancee first. But you didn't. So sit down, and zip up your fucking pants."

Eric felt his concerns fading a bit, as he obeyed Dr. Joseph. They were still present, but now he was feeling a bit more thoughtful. Obviously, there was an explanation, and Dr. Joseph would provide it. He flipped over a couch and carefully sat down on it, avoiding the cumstains.

Noor and "Lizzie" plopped down next to him with no such regard. While Lizzie's expression was vacant and smiling, Noor seemed confused. She wasn't smiling, and she actually seemed to have a few thoughts.

Dr. Joseph sighed. "It's already started, see?" he said, pointing to Noor. "We don't have a lot of time, so I need to explain. You and your fiancee, as you may have surmised, have been changed here.

"She's become an airheaded bimbo. You've become a man who can master bimbos. Your physical changes are not as serious as hers, but you'll notice a few new things over the next few days.

"But the thing is," he went on, "the first load of cum that you shoot into a woman after your transformation will also change her. It bonds her to you, and grants her actual intelligence along with any necessary physical changes.

"She becomes a smart bimbo, in other words," Dr. Joseph said. "She'll look like a bimbo, and have the sexual desires of a bimbo, but the intelligence to not constantly gratify them at the cost of her dignity."

"I'm, like, gonna be smart?" Lizzie said, giggling.

"No, Lizzie, because Eric hasn't fucked you, yet," Dr. Joseph said, as though he were talking to a three-year-old. "Noor is going to be smart instead of you." He looked into Eric's eyes. "When she becomes smart, I'll have no use for her as a bimbo."

"So take Lizzie, instead," Eric said, speaking coherently for the first time in some while.

Dr. Joseph shook his head. "My bimbos require a special touch, one that only I can give them. Lizzie is already beyond that. She's imprinted with her new self, and there's nothing we can do now that would change that.

"Here's what I'll offer, then," he continued. "Take Noor and Lizzie home with you. All I want, in return, is a replacement for Noor. I don't have any particular requests, though I prefer a diversity of bimbos. So I'd rather not have another blond or redhead. I've got a Chinese bimbo, too.

"So if you could find another Middle Eastern woman, like Noor, or perhaps a Hispanic girl, I'd appreciate that." He handed Eric a disc. "Just point that at the woman you want to bring to me, and she'll obey you temporarily."

Eric took the disc, and pointed it at Lizzie. He pressed the button in the middle, but nothing happened. "It doesn't work on the bimbos," Dr. Joseph said, "so that they don't deplete it by playing around. It's got a limited number of uses, so be careful with it."

"Any questions?" Dr. Joseph said, folding his hands.

"Um, am I supposed to be thinking like a smart girl?" Noor asked hesitantly. "'Cause it feels really, really weird."

"Any questions I didn't already answer?" Dr. Joseph amended himself.

"I... don't think so," Eric said. He stood, feeling very disoriented. His head felt closer to the ceiling. Maybe getting taller was part of his transformation.

He stretched, feeling the muscles ripple under his shirt. That was definitely a new feeling for him. Lizzie cuddled up to him, and he put a beefy arm around her shoulder. Noor stood slowly, and followed as he maneuvered Lizzie out of the office.

They walked to the car in silence, and Eric buckled Lizzie into one of the rear seats. She just giggled as Eric took the driver's seat, and Noor, the front passenger's.

"Everything feels so weird," Noor complained. She looked over at Eric. "Is this what being smart is like? You know, thinking? Is it always this strange?"

"I suppose," Eric said. "I'd never given it that much thought."

They drove home, mostly in silence, with nothing but Lizzie's giggles to break the calm. Noor just looked out the window, as if she was seeing the world for the first time.

When he pulled the car into the driveway, Eric snuck a quick look at all the other houses around him. They lived in a fairly young neighborhood, and he was pretty sure there weren't a lot of people around, this time of day. Most folks should be at work or school (or both).

Nevertheless, he felt like a million eyes were watching the three of them as he pulled forward into the garage. When the door descended behind them, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. Lizzie just hopped out of the car, completely oblivious.

"Come on in, Noor," he said, seeing how confused she was. "This is your house, too, now."

"I just don't feel right," she said, stepping out of the car. "I feel like I'm about to throw up."

She walked over to the door out of the garage, then stopped. "Am I really your bimbo now? Not Dr. Joseph's?"

Eric nodded. She nodded back, then toppled over.

"Oooph!" Eric said, catching her body with quite a bit of effort. "Lizzie, help me carry Noor inside."

"Okey-dokey!" Lizzie said from the couch. She'd been engrossed in the search for something vaguely dildo-shaped, but apparently Eric's orders took precedence.

"Like, what's wrong with Noor?" she asked, as they carried her into the living room.

"I think she's just a bit stressed out," Eric said, setting Noor down on the couch. He picked up her right arm, which had fallen to her side, and set it across her chest.

"Oh," Lizzie said, then brightened. "She should, like, try fucking someone!"

"I think she's done that before," Eric said, trying to remain patient with his bimbo fiancee. She couldn't help saying stupid bullshit. She was just a fucking bimbo. And most bimbos weren't about brains.

He grabbed Lizzie's hand and said, "Here, how about we fuck while she's asleep." Lizzie giggled and said, "That's, like, such a good, like, idea!"

They went back to their bedroom, and Eric tossed Lizzie onto the bed. She giggled as she hit the mattress, and looked up adoringly at her Master, standing above her.

Eric ripped off his shirt and thrust himself out of his pants. He felt his dick rising to attention again beneath his underwear. He made short work of that obstacle, too, and soon he stood, in all of his Masterful, bemuscled glory, ready to fuck his bimbo silly.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04



With a growl, Eric pounced on the giggling Lizzie, and thrust himself into her pussy without saying anything more. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted.

For the next four hours, Eric and Lizzie fucked all over the house. He bent her over a low bookshelf and fucked her in the ass. She sucked his dick hungrily while he sat above her on the kitchen counter. He rammed his dick up her pussy while she sucked on a lollipop.

At last, they ended up in the living room, where Noor had remained, unconscious, the whole time. Her eyes fluttered open, as Lizzie giggled breathily. "I'm, like, totes pooped!" Lizzie said.

"Get off me, you fucking bimbo!" Noor snarled, pushing Lizzie to the floor. Eric got to his feet, shaking off his own exhaustion.

"I'm so fucking horny, I'm gonna fucking burst!" Noor added, grabbing Lizzie by the hair. "Lick my cunt, you fucking slut!" she told the squealing bimbo. "Lick my fucking cunt, you stupid bimbo piece of shit!"

Noor rammed Lizzie's face into her pussy, ignoring the bimbo's protests. "Aaaah!" Noor said, her face exultant. "That's it, you goddamn bimbo! Fuck me hard, fuck me, you fucking idiot!"

Only a few seconds later, Noor orgasmed with a roar, spraying her cum on Lizzie's face. "Oh, that's a good fucking bimbo," Noor said, dropping a nearly comatose Lizzie to the floor. "You're gonna be so much goddamn fun."

"And so are you," Eric said, putting a hand on Noor's shoulder. "You're going to teach Lizzie how to be a real bimbo."

"Yes, Master," Noor said, dropping to her knees.

Eric raised her to her feet. "You don't need to bow to me. As far as I'm concerned, you're in charge of my bimbos. I'll let you be my equal."

Noor nodded. "But you're still my Master," she said, her eyes down.

"I suppose I am, aren't I?" he said, chuckling. Then he reached down, and picked Lizzie up by her hair again. "Get up, slut. You can sleep some other fucking time. We're going to get some real clothes for the two of you."

For the time being, though, Eric handed Lizzie some of her old clothes. She looked comically misdressed, wearing a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt and a gray wool dress. Neither of them fit her terribly well, with a lot of skin showing all over the place. It made Lizzie look like a parody of a serious businesswoman.

Noor took something similar to wear, but she actually looked like she could be a businesswoman. It had to do more with the way she walked, the way she smiled, like a sexy tiger on the prowl. Even though her outfit was ridiculous, Noor made it work.

"Let's go, honey," Eric said, leading his two bimbos out to the garage. He wasn't even sure which one he'd just referred to, but he felt himself thinking very fondly of Noor. Lizzie was just a bimbo, to his mind, but Noor could think. She could speak intelligently, and not pepper every goddamn sentence with "like".

For all that Lizzie was still supposedly his fiancee, Eric would rather have Noor as his wife. Maybe more things would be changing around here, he mused.

Noor took the wheel, while Lizzie struggled to figure out how to buckle her seatbelt. "Think of my cock going into your pussy," Eric said over his shoulder. "Yay!" Lizzie said, as her seatbelt clicked into place.

"I know just the place to go," Noor said, turning onto a long, tree-lined road. She turned so suddenly that she sent an SUV screeching into an oak tree.

The tree seemed to be fine, but the car was less well-off. Noor pulled over in front of the crash site, rolling her eyes. She started practicing her "not my fault" face. "Noor, be careful," Eric said, putting a hand on her knee. Lizzie just hummed tunelessly as she masturbated.

"What the hell was that about, you fucking bitch?" yelled the other driver as she stepped out of the SUV. She looked like she might've been hot when she was young, but now her face was quite wrinkly, and her boobs were just a fucking mess. On the passenger side, a slim young woman, who looked very much like the driver, stepped out.

"I'm very sorry," Noor said, stepping out on her side. "Really, I am. I was just so distracted." The other driver's jaw dropped as Noor drew closer. "Uh, it's, uh, no problem at all," the woman said. She sniffed, and seemed about ready to faint.

The passenger, who was clearly the driver's daughter, seemed less affected. "Yes, it is a problem," she said, as Eric stepped out of the passenger's side. The younger woman took a deep breath at the sight of Eric, and gulped. "I mean, isn't it? I think, um, it's a, uh, some kind of, um, problem."

"What're your names?" Eric asked, taking the daughter's hand. "Th- th- that's my mom Gianna," the girl said, "and I'm Emily." She whimpered a bit. "Please, sir, I don't know what's, what's going on?"

"You want to suck my cock, don't you?" he said softly. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Y- y- yes, yes, I want it soooo fucking much!" she shouted, and Eric glanced around to see if anyone else was watching. Without further ado, he unzipped his pants, and released his cock. Emily fell on it like a dehydrated hiker finding a pool of water in the desert.

Her mother looked on with mingled horror and lust. Noor folded her arms around Gianna, pressing her enormous breasts into Gianna's back. "You want that, too, don't you?" Noor whispered into the mother's ear.

"Oh, I- I shouldn't," she whimpered. "But I, I just have to!" Eric shot a load of cum into Emily's mouth, and the teenager swallowed it immediately. She fell off to the side as Gianna rushed over and latched on to Eric's cock.

While Emily burbled and muttered gibberish, her mother was feverishly sucking on the cock of a man she barely knew. Emily's breasts swelled, as her mother slid her tongue down Eric's shaft. "Oooooooooh," Emily muttered while Gianna received another load of cum.

The two women lay next to each other on the side of the road. Emily's moaning trailed off as her body finished its transformation, and she sat up, looking puzzled.

"Like, why's that lady all, like, moany and stuff?" she said to Eric, pointing at her moaning mother. "She's, like, not as hot as I am."

"And what's your name?" Eric asked, a knowing smile on his face. He had a pretty good idea what the new Emily was feeling like.

"Oh," Emily said, giggling. "You can, like, call me Emmy. And, omigod, you're, like, so hot!"

Eric's smile widened. "Do you know who that is?" he asked, pointing at Gianna, whose wrinkles had all melted away. Emmy scrunched up her face and shrugged.

"Let's wait just a little bit, and maybe you'll recognize her," he said, helping Emmy to her feet. She giggled and snuggled up against him. He felt her boobs while they waited for Gianna to finish.

Gianna's moaning subsided, and she slowly sat up, looking around herself. She was practically a mirror image of Emmy now. Both had enormous boobs, long, straight brown hair, spectacular figures, and adorably huge noses.

"Omigod!" Emmy shrieked. "I, like, totes know you! You're, um, you're, like, OMG, you're, like..." She paused to think. Then she perked up. "You're, like, my twin Kimmy!"

"Oh yeah!" Kimmy said, taking Eric's hand. "Like, where've you been, Emmy?" The "twins" jumped into each other's arms, and bounced up and down. They chattered at each other in high-pitched voices.

"Okay, girls, that's enough," Eric said, interposing himself. "We need to go to the store to get some good clothes for everyone here. Kimmy, Emmy, go ahead and get in my car, and we'll deal with yours later."

"That's, like, our car?" Emmy said incredulously.

Eric sighed. "Just get the fuck in the car," Noor said, filling her words with vitriol. Emmy and Kimmy obeyed with pouts plastered on their faces.

Noor walked over to the smashed-up SUV, turned the lights off, and took the keys out of the ignition. "Do you know who owns the woods around here?" she asked Eric.

"I think it's some old codger in a nursing home," Eric said. "Stubborn old bastard who refused to sell this land, whatever the price."

"So, no one's around here?" she said, wiping the glass off the driver's seat.

"Probably not," he replied. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

She nodded. "Probably. I think it kind of works that way." She put the keys back in the ignition. "Let's see if this piece of junk works anymore."

The engine coughed to life, and Noor carefully backed it away from the tree. "I'll follow you," she hollered over to Eric, who nodded and ran back over to his car.

He hopped into the driver's seat, and started it up again. A quick glance in the back showed him that Lizzie was eating out Emmy while Kimmy masturbated. As long as they weren't messing things up, that was perfectly fine.

The two cars moved in slow formation, a little ways up the road, until Eric spotted a good place. He waved Noor over, and she nodded back at him.

She pulled off the road, and up the slope a little ways. It turned out to be a small rise, small enough to climb, but high enough to block casual onlookers. Eric followed in her wake, rearranging the groundcover to cover up the car tracks.

Noor turned off the engine and took the keys out again. "You know somewhere we can put this for the long run?" she asked. Eric thought for a second, and shrugged. "We'll think of something, I'm sure," he said.

By the time they got back to the car, Lizzie, Emmy, and Kimmy had covered the backseat with a noticeable layer of cum. A few sharp orders from Noor got all three of them sitting down in their seats, pouting. This time, Eric took the wheel.

"You're going to be the navigator," he said. She gave him a hurt look, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless.

Half an hour later, without a single further accident, they arrived at a small, seedy-looking shopping center. The main store seemed to be a sad, deserted old pharmacy. The parking lot was festooned with wide fissures, lined with surprisingly green grass.

They were more interested in the shop at the other end of the shopping center. It was hard to see if you didn't know where to look, but Noor had been here before. "Marilyn's Naughty Boutique", read the faded sign above the door.

"It's a starting point, I suppose," Eric said, a giggle of bimbos following in his wake. "How did you hear about this place?"

"Dr. Joseph kept a list of shops like this," she said. "He hasn't used this one yet, so it should be completely fresh."

Eric wanted to ask what exactly "completely fresh" meant, but that was the moment he reached the door. Rather than saying anything, he put his game face on and pushed the door open.

"Hello, and welcome to Marilyn's Naughty Boutique," a tired-looking blond woman said. She might've been good-looking if she'd lost a few pounds. Or if she'd bothered to put on any makeup. Or if she'd given any thought to how bad she looked.

She started as the bimbos came in behind Eric, chattering inanely. "Oooh, look at the pretty clothes!" Lizzie cooed. Emmy and Kimmy squeed loudly at a rack of tiny pink thongs. Noor just licked her lips and set off for the store's sex toys section.

"Can... can I help you?" the blond woman said again. She looked a bit dizzy. Perhaps she wasn't used to so many customers at once. Perhaps she'd already gotten a whiff of Eric or one of the bimbos. Perhaps it was both.

Eric flipped the OPEN sign next to the door to CLOSED, and locked the door. "Hey..." the woman protested weakly, but Eric had covered the ground between them before she could say anything more. Her eyes seemed to go a bit vacant as Eric stepped around to her side of the counter.

"I- I shouldn't be..." she said faintly. "This is so... oohhh..."

"What's your name? Is it Marilyn?" Eric whispered into her ear. The woman nearly fainted. "Um, it's, uh, I mean, um, I am, uh, Marilyn, but that's, um, not my real, uh, name."

"Tell me what it is," he demanded. She gulped and replied, "Um, Lorraine?"

"Well, Lori, why don't you get down on your knees and suck my dick?" Eric said. He opened his fly and his dick sprung out like a flesh-colored jack-in-the-box. A less distracted part of his brain noted that it seemed to larger than he remembered.

Lori looked down at Eric's dick, then slowly lowered herself to the floor. She looked at it again, then opened her mouth wide, and stuck his dick into it.

Compared with Lizzie's frantic lust, Noor's calculated expertise, and Emmy's and Kimmy's inexpert enthusiasm, Eric would put Lori's technique firmly in the middle. It probably wasn't her first time giving a blowjob, but it probably wasn't something she did on a regular basis. He had a feeling that she was going to get a few lessons on dick-sucking in the near future.

Regardless, it didn't take very long for Eric to climax, and deposit a load of cum in Lori's mouth. She looked like she was going to spit it out, but Eric shook his head. "Eat it," he said, holding her head tightly.

Obediently, Lori swallowed it all down, and Eric released her head. She sat back on her haunches, looking confused. "Like, what was that all about?" she said in a high-pitched voice.

She started, and looked around for whoever had just spoken. It took a few seconds for her to realize that she'd been hearing herself. "Like, OMG!" she gasped. "I'm, like, talking all, like, like, like!" Apparently that made sense in her mind, because she beamed as if she'd just leapt across the Grand Canyon in a single bound.

For the next two hours, Eric inducted his latest bimbo, while Noor directed his other bimbos in their shopping. He was more focused on (literally) fucking Lori's brains out, but Eric could definitely appreciate Noor's work wrangling his bimbos. She was a keeper, that was for sure.

When Noor and their girls arrived at the counter, Lori was sprawled on the floor, drenched in Eric's cum. Her hair, in the non-cum-stained parts, was curly and platinum blond. Her new breasts had long since erupted from beneath her frumpy old shirt, and her hips and ass flared dramatically, before settling down into a much thinner abdomen.

Her eyes were completely devoid of intelligence, and her lips had puffed up so much that her mouth seemed to be constantly open. Between that and her wide, vacant eyes, it looked like she was constantly in a state of shock.

"I think she'll give excellent blowjobs from now on," Eric noted, looking down at the latest addition to his collection. Lori was currently occupying herself with a hearty round of masturbation, oblivious to all else around her. Noor just looked amused.

"A few hours ago, that could've been me," she said, taking the bundles of clothes and toys from the bimbos' arms. She smiled at Eric. "I'm so glad you set me free, dear," she said.

Eric smiled back. "I'm so glad I found you, dear," he said. "Don't worry about her, I can ring all this up." He tapped at a few keys on the cash register, and the cash drawer sprang open. Its contents were surprisingly bountiful, and he took all of it with him.

"You don't need money any more," he told Lori, who giggled. "Don't worry about a single thing but how to please your Master and Mistress." Lori nodded her head.

"Now, let's get out of here," Eric said, tossing a latex skirt and spandex top at Lori. She wiggled out of her old, ruined clothes, and put on her new, sexy clothes. When she was finished, she giggled and wriggled her sexy ass at Eric.

He slapped her on the ass, and led his bimbos out of the store. They all piled in, and an orgy immediately broke out in the backseat. Noor and Eric sighed simultaneously, and he got the car moving.

They arrived at home without incident, and dropped off the bimbos inside. Eric gave a silent blessing for the garage, which allowed his cavalcade of tits and ass to spill out of the car without making the neighbors stare.

"Lizzie, Noor and I will be right back," Eric said. "In the meantime, I want you to put some food together. Don't fuck up the house too much. And whatever happens, do not answer the door or the phone."

Lizzie nodded happily, and Eric could only hope she'd actually understood what he said. He opened the garage door again, and backed the car out. "Now we have to deal with your little accident, don't we?" he said to Noor.

She sighed theatrically and pretended to be shocked. "Oh, well, I suppose so." They sat for a bit without saying much, until Eric slapped his forehead.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about that!" he said. "Lizzie's mom is coming to town tonight, and she's such a fucking bitch!" He growled in a surprisingly intimidating fashion, and punched the top of the dashboard.

"No need to worry about her," Noor said. "What's she look like?"

"Umm," Eric said, trying to picture Maria Greene-Schulman. "She doesn't look much like Lizzie - or, at least, what Lizzie used to look like. I think Lizzie got her looks from her father. Overall, she's kind of, well, bleh."

"No, I mean, how big is she?" Noor said. "What color's her hair? Do you know anything about her natural sizes?"

"Why does that matter, if we're going to make her into a bimbo?" Eric asked. "I think that's kind of a simple proposition."

Noor looked pensive for a minute, then said, "You know, I suppose it doesn't. Dr. Joseph always wanted to know that kind of stuff, but if we're just going to have her give you a blowjob, we don't need to worry about that."

"Let's focus on the things we need to worry about," Eric said, pulling off to the edge of the road. "Like what to do with this damn car."

They stepped out of their car and walked up the rise to where they'd left Emmy and Kimmy's old car. On second thought, there wasn't much damage to it at all. Most of it seemed to be cosmetic, so Noor carefully retraced the path she'd taken into the woods, and took off down the road, back to the house.

Eric stayed behind to cover the tracks, and he took the time to ponder all the weird things that had happened in just one day. What the fuck had happened to him and Lizzie at the dentist's office? Was it something he could reverse? Did he even want to reverse it?

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he completely missed the jogger, until the two of them collided. With an oof, he fell to the ground, and the jogger landed on top of him.

"Watch where you're going!" she said, plucking out her headphones. Eric was fairly certain she lived somewhere in the area, but he didn't really know the woman. She was a tiny, thin, young Vietnamese woman, with her black hair drawn up behind her head.

"I wasn't the one with headphones in," Eric pointed out, picking himself up. He dusted himself off a little bit, and held out a hand to the jogger. She took it, but didn't get up.

"That's... that's true, isn'it?" the jogger said, slurring her words. She looked right at Eric's crotch, and inhaled deeply through her nose. "Gosh, something really smells good," she said.

"What's your name?" Eric asked, gently chivvying her behind his car. "Uh... my name is Callista... Callist- uh... Traaan..." He unzipped his fly and let his erect dick slip out.

Before he could even say anything, Callista had taken his dick into her mouth, and begun sucking on it. Eric had been about to suggest the same thing, so he just relaxed and focused on fucking this chick silly.

Yesterday, the number of times Eric came in her mouth would've surprised him. Today, though, it seemed perfectly normal to cum seven times in ten minutes. It was no surprise whatsoever when Callista swallowed every last drop of his cum, then leaned back with a satisfied sigh. It was an absolutely unexceptional occurrence when she burbled and shook, transforming into a much, much curvier bimbo.

"I think we can call you 'Calli' now," Eric said, regarding his newest bimbo with a certain amount of pride. She beamed back up at him and clapped her hands together.

"Master, uh..." she said, suddenly looking hesitant. "Yes, Calli?" he said.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04



"Master, me so horny," she admitted, her mouth pouting. Well, it wasn't exactly the right stereotype, but she was still quite sexy. He gestured for her to stand up, and opened the passenger side door.

Eric wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with another slave, but he was sure Noor could find something to do with her. She hopped into the car without a bit of hesitation, and he started the car up. Hopefully, things wouldn't be like this all the time. It would be very awkward to have bimbos sprouting up like chesty weeds at school.

When he got back, Noor was waiting for him in the garage, looking amused. She raised an eyebrow at Eric's passenger, but seemed unsurprised.

"Just ran into her, and she sucked my dick," he said, after he'd stopped the car and opened the door. Calli looked confused, as if she had no idea how to open her door. Eric pointed to the handle and mimed an opening motion. She tried it, and squeaked happily when it worked.

"Yeah, that happens sometimes," Noor said, smiling broadly at Calli's antics. "After I got back, you got a call from Lizzie's mom. She'll need you to pick her up from the airport in about thirty minutes."

"That's about what I expected," he replied. "By the way, did you actually answer the phone?"

"Well, our dear Lizzie isn't exactly in a condition to talk to her mother for now," Noor said, pursing her lips. "So I just told her that I was a neighbor, and that Lizzie - sorry, I mean Elizabeth - was in the bathroom. That seemed to work well enough."

Eric was opening his mouth to say something else, but Lizzie bounced out of nowhere and enveloped him in a sweaty, cum-slicked hug. "Eeeee!" she squealed, right in his ear. Caught off guard, Lizzie's momentum carried Eric to the floor. He hit with a thud, the impact driving the breath out of him.

"Off, off!" Noor said, picking Lizzie up from the floor. "Master needs to go pick up a new friend for you guys." Lizzie bounced to her feet and giggled. "Is she, like, pretty, Master?" she asked Eric, who was getting to his feet.

"She will be," he said, tapping Lizzie on the nose. She giggled again, and snuggled up against his chest. Her arms wrapped around him with a surprising amount of strength. Eric twisted out and grabbed his keys before Lizzie could hold him tighter.

"Think you can get them to put together some dinner?" he asked Noor. She nodded, and grabbed Lizzie by the shoulders, holding her in place. Eric waved at his girlfriend-bimbo, and quickly ducked out into the garage.

On the drive to the airport, he pondered his situation. It would be hard to keep up this many bimbos on his boring little assistantship. Maybe he could have Lori or some of the other bimbos keep Lori's shop going. If he converted Lizzie's mother, he'd have a lot more money. But would it be enough to keep them going?

Lizzie's job had been keeping them afloat while he was in grad school. But that now seemed quite untenable. A bimbo like Lizzie was entirely unsuited to thinking about anything more complex than the best way to perform cunnilingus. The people at her office would definitely notice.

So she would send in her resignation by email, and that would be that. Or, rather, he would send in her resignation. At this point, Eric was unsure if Lizzie even knew how to spell "resignation".

Eric's arrival at the airport interrupted his rumination, as he maneuvered through the traffic that always seemed to clog the pickup lanes. He didn't need any distractions right now. Lizzie's mother should be... there she was, waiting next to a huge concrete planter, looking very bored.

He pulled up to the curb and waved at Maria Greene Schulman. She picked up her luggage and started forward. "You couldn't possibly help me with this," he heard her grumble as he rolled down the window. "I can't possibly park," he shouted back. He did unlock the doors for her, which was the very least he could do.

She set down her bags in the empty backseat, and opened the front passenger door. "Hello, Eric," she said coolly, holding out a hand very carefully, as though expecting him to bite.

"Hello, Maria," he replied, shaking her hand vigorously. She winced slightly from the force of his handshake, which seemed to distract her from his impertinent familiarity. Eric grinned to himself as he remembered how many times she'd dicked him around. All the times she'd pretended not to notice him while she called him, in so many words, an uppity peasant.

She shut the door behind her, seeming quite distracted. Her nose kept sniffing the air, as though she'd found some delightful scent, and she wanted to vacuum it up into her nostrils. Eric smiled minutely. "So, how was your flight?" he said, making polite conversation as he waited for her brain to catch up to her nose.

"It was... um, it was good," Maria said, her eyes slowly dropping to Eric's crotch. He pretended not to notice, though he did tug at his pants slightly, as though his dick was a little too large for its container. Maria whimpered ever so slightly.

"Is something wrong, Maria?" he asked innocently. Her lower lip quivered, and her head dipped ever closer to his crotch. "Do you want something?"

"Um... I, I... I want, nooooo... I needed you!" she panted, darting her hand out to pull down his fly. Before she could touch the zipper, Eric grabbed her hand in a firm grip. With his free hand, he pulled over to the side of the road and switched on the emergency lights. That ought to keep them safe for long enough to fit in a quick blowjob.

"What makes you think you deserve me? You don't think I deserve your daughter?" Time was of the essence here, but he couldn't resist a little teasing. Maria pouted and tried to break free of Eric's grip, to no effect. "I was wrong! Soooooo wrong!" she whined. "I jus' wanna 'pologize!"

"All right, then," he said, releasing her hand. "Go ahead and show me how sorry you are." She unzipped his fly before he could blink, and pulled out his dick. Before he could've said, "Go easy on it, I don't want it to get chafed," Maria Greene Schulman had her hoity-toity lips wrapped firmly around his dick.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected out of Lizzie's mother, but Maria had surprisingly good technique. On reflection, though, it might not be so odd. Hadn't Lizzie told him, back when she was smarty-pants Elizabeth, that her father had been several decades older than her mother? Maybe this was how Maria had snared her big, wealthy fish.

Less than a minute later, Eric's dick was unloading itself in Maria's mouth, filling his would-be mother with some choice seed. Despite the somewhat excessive amount of sex he'd had today, it still made him feel like a real fucking man. The feeling of ecstatic triumph and climax diverted his attention from the world around him for just a little bit.

So when he looked up into the rearview mirror and saw a police cruiser pulling in behind his stopped car, it was a genuine surprise. Maria released her oral hold on his dick, and rolled over a bit, panting heavily as her body began swelling in all the right places. Eric couldn't do anything except pray that he could talk his way out of what was certain to be highly awkward.

The driver's side door on the police car swung open, and a uniformed Latina stepped out, brandishing a ticket pad. For a second, Eric considered reaching down to zip up his fly. But that probably wasn't a good idea, for a variety of reasons. Maybe he could fuck his way out of this problem, too.

He rolled down the window as the officer approached. "Something wrong, officer?" he asked, trying to act as though his dick wasn't hanging out of his pants. The officer started to say something, but the sight of his dick seemed to ensnare her, leaving her standing beside his car, mouth wide open.

"Um... should you... I just, um, I feel weird, and I don't think you should be out here like this," she stammered. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and she drew ever closer to his cock.

"Do you want it?" Eric asked, waving his half-erect dick a bit. The police officer shuddered, and whimpered, "Yes... yes, but I, I, I don't know whyyyyyy... Whyyyyyyyy?"

"You need it, you little slut, don't you?" he said, ruffling her hair. "You need to tell me your name before I'll let you have it." The police officer gulped, and stammered out, "Christina Lopez, mister. Ummmmmm, what's- what's yours?"

"You don't need to know that right now," he said. "For now, you can call me Master." Christina shuddered again and slumped against the door. Her ass stuck back dangerously far, nearly brushing against the cars that sped past. "Yes, Master," she said, giggling. "Do you want to fuck me now, Master?"

"Not here," he said, thinking quickly. He was pretty sure there weren't any security cameras at the vacant lot just off the campus. He pulled a pen and a scrap of paper out of the glove compartment and scribbled down brief directions from the interstate.

"Go to this place and ditch the cop car. Then walk two blocks down the street, and I'll be waiting for you." He handed it to the trembling traffic cop. She nodded and began walking back to her car, panting heavily. How many recruits was that now? It must be at least seven girls, all to serve his and Noor's every need. He was a really lucky guy.

"Can I, like, do anything to help you, Master?" said Maria from the passenger's seat. He looked over at her. Her body had puffed out in all the right places, and slimmed down in all the right places, too. If her bright, broad smile was any indication, she'd gotten a much better personality along with her new body.

"I know what you feel like doing," he said, "but we have to get going." He unbuckled both of their seat belts. "You're going to serve me by driving me, from now on." Maria's face fell, and her smile became a pout, but she nodded all the same.

"But," he said, as something occurred to him. "Maria isn't a very good name for a bimbo. That's a smart girl's name, and you aren't smart, are you?" The bimbo shook her head vigorously.

"What do you think your name should be?" he asked, feeling somewhat at a loss for a suitable name. The bimbo formerly known as Maria wrinkled her nose and whined, "Aw, Master, I dunnoh. Thinking is, like, rilly hard."

Inspiration struck Eric, and he gave a big, toothy grin. "I've got it. Your name is Bambi!" Bambi smiled and nodded vigorously. "Now, let me get into the back, and you take the wheel. Remember, drive safely."

"Okey-dokey!" Bambi replied as he hoisted himself into the backseat. She took her sweet time figuring out how to get into the driver's seat, but once she was there, she seemed to settle in fairly well. Eric crossed his fingers as he buckled up. He had a feeling this would work out, and he would have a bimbo chauffeur, but his stomach kept telling him that he was an idiot who was about to die in a fiery car crash.

Bambi set about starting up the car again, and got everything moving. To Eric's vast surprise and relief, she did not crash immediately as she pulled out onto the interstate. To his further astonishment, she seemed to actually be capable of following directions. In fact, she seemed rather skilled at driving. He hadn't known Maria well enough to say anything about her driving skills, so maybe Bambi just got this from his command to drive.

They arrived at his designated meeting point well in advance of Officer Lopez. Eric took the opportunity to give Bambi a new set of clothes, which fit her better than her old ones. She wriggled out of her too-tight old clothes, and into her new clothes, which were still rather tight. But they were tight in the right places, as opposed to strained and splitting at the seams.

Eric was paying more attention to their surroundings, because this was essentially kidnapping, and he didn't want any witnesses. He'd chosen this place because it was isolated, even though it was in the middle of the city. It was a vacant lot, mostly, but there was a fence around most of the place. If he remembered correctly, there'd been a church here, but he wasn't entirely sure.

Bambi looked back at him expectantly, but now was not the time to put his cock in any of her holes. "Give me your purse," he said, holding out his hand. She pouted, but obeyed, and he dumped its contents onto the seat next to him. The old Maria seemed to have been very businesslike, which might bode well for the state of her bank account. Eric picked up her old iPhone, and pressed the home button.

When the lock screen popped up, he tapped Bambi on the shoulder. "Tell me the password for your phone," he said. Maybe commanding her to remember it would jog her puny little memory.

"Ummm..." Bambi replied, sticking a finger in her mouth. "Uh, I think it's, like, 9 - 5 - 7 - 3. I think." She went back to her prior state of blissful enthrallment with her new body. Eric tapped in the combination, and, sure enough, it opened. He started rummaging through the data that, technically, belonged to the bimbo in the front seat. But she wouldn't mind it if he appropriated it for himself.

"Tell me your bank password, Bambi," Eric said, and the bimbo obediently scrunched up her features, then started reciting it. But the arrival of a small, trembling, uniformed figure made him miss it. "Tell me again when we get home," he said, waving her aside. As soon as she spotted the car, Officer Lopez shuffled into a faster walk, which seemed to be all she could manage at the moment.

Eric swung the door open, and swiveled to face the sweaty, shivering, disheveled police officer. "Before I let you come in," he said, blocking the way, "you're going to hand me every piece of clothing that you're wearing." Officer Lopez looked up at him pitifully, but he remained unmoved.

"Okay..." she whimpered. "Okay, okay." Her hat flew off her head, and into the car, past Eric. She took off her badge, her radio, her name tag, her gun, her belt, her shoes, her socks, and everything she could manage without actually undressing. Eric gave her a pointed look and fiddled with his fly. Her eyes immediately latched on to his fingers, seemingly hypnotized by their movement around the object of her lust.

"Give me all of it," he said firmly. Swearing desperately under her breath, she began unbuttoning her shirt, fumbling with the buttons, trying not to show too much lust for Eric's cock. At last, she had it off, and tossed it into Eric's hands. That left her sports bra, her pants, and whatever lay under her pants.

The bra and pants came off in record speed, but, for some reason, once she was down to her surprisingly sexy panties, Officer Lopez hesitated. "Is this enough, Master?" she asked plaintively. Eric made a great show of considering it, then looked her straight in the eyes and said, "No."

Officer Lopez's last bit of resistance melted, and she stepped out of her panties so fast that they came apart in her hand, falling into shreds of fabric. And there the humiliated, aroused police officer stood in the empty parking lot, completely exposed to the eyes of anyone who might pass by. Eric smiled and said, "Now turn around, slowly." Officer Lopez obeyed, but it was obvious that she was about to collapse from sheer lust.

"Hmm, you do need some work," Eric concluded, "and that's just what you're going to get." He slid aside, and Officer Lopez hopped in eagerly. She clawed at his fly, desperate to reach the promised nectar of his wonderful cock.

"Let's get going, Bambi," Eric said, cracking the battery out of Officer Lopez's cell phone and tossing it into the back of the car. "Find a route where we won't be noticed. Take the long way home."

"And, like, how'm I supposed ta do that?" Bambi asked plaintively. She'd been more concerned with feeding the fever in her crotch, and thereby soaking the driver's seat. Eric had a feeling that was going to become a regular feature of this car, and sighed.

"You're the driver. Figure something out," he said, before he took pity on Officer Lopez and unzipped his fly for her. She fell upon his cock, mouth first, like a starved woman sitting down at a 21 course dinner. He chuckled and rubbed the back of her head. "You're gonna be a real firecracker, I can tell."

So for half an hour or so, Bambi drove around quite randomly while Officer Christina Lopez sucked Eric's cock. Under his tender attentions, she inflated into a curvy, vacant-eyed bimbo covered in semen. In a lull in the action, Officer Lopez informed her Master that her new name was "Chrissie". "'Cause I'm, like, such a bimbo now!" she chirped.

Eventually, the three of them managed to get to Eric's house. By that time, Eric was more than ready to have some dinner. Oddly enough, having a ridiculous amount of sex could be somewhat tiring. He just hoped that Noor and the bimbos had left a few scraps for him.

Bambi pulled to a stop inside the garage, and the door closed behind them. As soon as it touched the ground, the kitchen door swung open, and an oddly familiar tiny blonde bimbo bounced out to greet them.

"Hi-iiii!" she said in a singsongy voice. "You're, like, my Master, aren'cha? Huh? Huh? Mistress said you were, like, rilly rilly hot, and she was, like, so totes right!" Eric just looked down at this new bimbo in puzzlement. Then he looked up and grinned.

"Starting your own collection?" he said towards the doorframe. "A girl needs a few of her own toys, now, doesn't she?" came the answer, followed, shortly, by Noor's appearance. "After all, you shouldn't get to have all the fun."

"Have I met that girl before?" he asked, as he stepped up into the kitchen, trailed by the three chattering bimbos. "Have you turned one of the neighbors, Noor?"

"Absolutely not," Noor said smugly. "She showed up asking for you, saying she was in the class you teach at the university. Said you'd offered to help her out with her term paper."

"Oh, fuck," Eric groaned, suddenly realizing who this new bimbo had been. "Dammit, Noor, Margaret Alexander was the only thing that made that class worthwhile. She was the only person who even bothered to listen to any of the lectures." He slumped down into an armchair. "I think she was even going to go for a history major, that's how good she was."

"Look, I'm sorry that your teacher's pet had to become a bimbo, but she walked in like she owned the place, and Lizzie was sticking it to Calli with a big black strap-on. I kept her from flapping her big fat mouth about how much of a man-whore you are," Noor said, patting the little blond bimbo on her head. "Not that being a man-whore is a bad thing, but I get the feeling you're uneasy about people seeing you that way."

Then she motioned towards Chrissie, who was gawking at her fellow bimbos. "Anyway, you're one to complain about turning random people. What's her story?"

"Imma cop!" Chrissie said, grinning broadly. She waved around a pair of handcuffs and added, "Wheee!"

"She interrupted Bambi's blowjob," Eric said defensively. "I had to pull over because she would've blown me while I was driving down the interstate. And that probably would've caused me to crash. Then Chrissie showed up and I had to deal with her."

"Okay, so we both got surprised. No harm done, then," Noor said. "We'll figure this stuff out eventually." She opened the fridge and took out two plates of food. "No food for her," she said, gesturing at Chrissie, "but I'm sure she can find something to occupy herself."

"Chrissie, go play with your new friends," Eric said, and he watched as Emmy and Kimmy dragged the befuddled Hispanic bimbo into the other room. "You too, Bambi." The pouting chauffeur slouched off, until Calli and Maggie put their arms around her shoulders, and propelled her into Lizzie's arms.

"Does this ever stop?" he asked, as the bimbos started a massive Sapphic orgy in the other room. "I'm not complaining about the sex, but I'm not sure anyone needs this many bimbos."




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04



"Dr. Joseph didn't talk about it around us," Noor replied, "but I'm pretty sure you don't get an infinite number of bimbos. He's already had several other customers in the area, and yet the entire female population hasn't turned into bimbos." Eric shuddered a bit at the thought of a city full of women as stupid as Lizzie.

"Look, it'll be fine," Noor said. "Dr. Joseph manages to survive, and I'm pretty sure he's been doing this for quite some time." She frowned. "You know, now that I think about it, I think I've been around for quite some time."

"How do you mean?" Eric asked, through a mouthful of rice.

"I remember some really old stuff," she replied, scrunching up her face. "Have you ever been to Cairo?"

"A few times," he said. "Why, is that where you're from?"

"Yes," she said, "but I remember Napoleon marching through at the head of his army. Wasn't that a long time ago?"

Eric choked on the sip of milk he'd just taken. "Yes, it was," he said, after he recovered. "Over two hundred years ago is when it was."

"And," she added thoughtfully, "I seem to remember Dr. Joseph saying something about finding Ming in the Forbidden City."

"That doesn't seem too unusual," Eric said. "Maybe she was an unlucky tourist."

"No, she's been there longer than I have," Noor said. "I think he said something about picking her out the day it was finished. She was the daughter of a concubine, he said."

"So, Ming has a very appropriate name," Eric noted. He scarfed down a big piece of beef, then said, "Where's Dr. Joseph from, anyway?"

"Fuck if I know," Noor replied. "That's all I ever heard out of him. And it's probably more than he thinks I know."

"So we're committed to finding a replacement for you," he said, musingly. "Do you know of anything we could use as leverage on that front? I mean, I accepted the deal because it was the heat of the moment and I wanted to get Lizzie home. But maybe, if you know something he valued, we could persuade him to do his own dirty work."

"No," Noor said, immediately. Her eyes were wide. "Seriously, don't even think about trying to cross him. I'm not fucking kidding. Just don't. Find some random girl and zap her, take her in, and be done with it. You're not going to gain anything, and you could lose everything."

"That's dramatic," Eric observed.

"It's fucking true," Noor replied. How bad could Dr. Joseph possibly be? Noor seemed terrified at the prospect of crossing him. He'd seemed pretty bland at the office.

But what if that was a disguise? He already seemed pretty unconcerned about how much he changed the lives of his patients, not to mention the people around them. How would that change if Eric actively worked against him, even in such a small way? The teeth and claws would probably come out, and Eric would be lucky to survive.

"We'll figure something out in the morning," Eric said. "In the meantime, I'm going to finish dinner. Then we can have some fun with the bimbos."

"I'll go ahead and warm them up for you, honey," Noor replied, brightening. "They could use a little more discipline." She gave him a deep kiss on the lips, which he returned. Then, she bounced out into the living room, which was full of squeals and moans from the ongoing orgy.

Eric stood in the kitchen, finishing off his plate without any haste. He listened with a smile on his face, as the groans of pleasure became yelps of pain. Noor barked instructions to the bimbos while Eric polished off the last of the rice.

He put the dirty plate on the counter and strolled over to the living room. Noor had lined up all eight bimbos, all of them on their knees before him. "Good work," he said to Noor, who was glaring down at the line of bimbos. "Take whichever one you want," he added, gesturing at the assorted selection of bimbos.

Noor smiled at him, and paced around behind the nervous bimbos. She walked back and forth for a little bit, then grabbed Lizzie by her long braid and yanked her head back. The bimbo squealed, and rose to her feet with alacrity. The two of them headed for the bedroom, as Noor spoke in a low, husky voice about what she intended to do to Lizzie.

As the sound of Noor's voice faded away, Eric found himself regarding seven increasingly perky bimbos. They came in a wide variety of colors, but in shape and size, they were all fairly similar. Calli gave him a tentative smile, and that decided him.

When he grabbed the much curvier Vietnamese girl, the other bimbos gave big sighs and turned their eyes to him hopefully, as one. "Yes, you can have fun with each other," he said. "Don't make too much of a racket, or you'll wake the neighbors. And try not to knock down too much stuff." He hoped they'd actually heard his commands.

A tugging at his crotch reminded him of who he should be focusing on. Calli had tugged his zipper down, and was in the process of unbuttoning his pants. He grinned and finished the job for her, then propelled his pants to the floor. Shortly thereafter, his underwear followed, and he casually threw away his shirt, just to complete his nakedness.

Calli cooed at the sight of his enormous cock, and began caressing it, drawing it closer to her wide-open mouth. Eric leaned back against the living room wall, and gave a contented sigh. All around him, a lesbian bimbo orgy had begun, as Emmy and Kimmy teamed up to smother Chrissie's pussy with affection, and Bambi produced a surprisingly large strap-on from seemingly nowhere, brandishing it menacingly at Lori.

"It's good to be the king," Eric said in a low voice. Then he orgasmed, shooting his cum all over Calli's dumb face. Calli just smiled and began licking it off.

Next morning

For someone who'd only slept about four hours last night, Eric was feeling pretty good as he parked his car on campus. He'd woken to a blowjob from Lori a couple of hours before he had to go in to school, and spent a little time frolicking with Maggie, before duty called. In spite of all the pleading from his bimbos, he'd managed to get cleaned up and in the car with plenty of time to spare.

Noor had assured him she could keep them in line while he was at school. "They're not going to get anything past me," she'd said, and he knew she meant it. Not that any of the bimbos had the brainpower to outthink Noor. Still, she apparently had some very firm plans for the bimbos, which mostly involved cleaning up after the mess their orgy had made last night.

He made it to the Collins Building, which housed his seventh floor office, without incident, which was a bit of a relief. Bimbos were pretty fun to have around, but too many would just be exhausting. If he could make it through today without fucking someone silly, maybe he could find a new bimbo for Dr. Joseph, and get all this over with.

Technically, he only had to be at school today for half an hour, to cover his scheduled office hours. But he'd always been a conscientious TA before, which meant giving his students extra time to sort out their shit. He didn't see any reason to change that. It would just make people suspicious.

He thought he'd made it into the elevator without incident. In fact, the doors were closing, when a hand thrust itself between the doors, which obligingly reversed their course. Eric's heart sank as that hand's arm followed it in, and, in short order the body to which both were attached.

It was none other than Dr. Fan Jiang, aka Professor Jiang, aka Departmental Chair Jiang, aka the Ironclad Bitch, aka Eric's advisor. And he'd promised, the last time he'd had the misfortune to see her, that he would have some results on his thesis for her. He'd had three weeks to come up with something, and, of course, he still had nothing.

"Hello, Eric," she said, in her gravelly croak of a voice, as the doors closed (this time, for real). He didn't know how she'd gotten that voice, but it fit her appearance very well. Normally, he might've felt a bit of hesitation about judging a woman over her appearance, but Dr. Jiang had earned every bit of judgment. She always seemed to look like she'd been hit by a car and dragged along the road for a while.

Maybe that was a little harsh, but she was always an asshole. All the fucking time. At least he didn't have her for class this semester. Instead, he just had to run his ideas by her so that she could shoot them down.

"Are you wearing some kind of... cologne, Eric?" she asked, sniffing the air. Eric felt like killing himself right then and there. He'd wanted to avoid this sort of thing, and here he was, stuck in an elevator, his weird pheromones influencing his least favorite professor.

Perhaps he could see it as an experiment. If Dr. Joseph was magical, was his magic strong enough to make Dr. Jiang fuckable? She already looked marginally less intimidating, if only because her face had relaxed out of its usual harder-than-steel expression. That left the small matter of... well, everything else.

"I, um, I had never noticed how very, very handsome you are, Eric," she said, rubbing up against his arm. At that very moment, the elevator reached the seventh floor, and it opened. The sight of Dr. Jiang grinding against a grad student nearly caused a nearby student to spill all of her papers. Then she started sniffing the air, and her eyes widened. He probably should've called in sick today. No, definitely. How the fuck was he going to deal with all of these bimbos?

"Hey, mister, um, what's happening?" the student asked. Hadn't she been in one of the basic classes he taught last year? Cassandra something-or-other. Eric looked up and down the hall, and, to his great relief, saw no one. "Follow me and I'll show you," he said, and she nodded. At least she was a redhead. He had more than enough blondes and brunettes.

Carefully, he walked down the hall, the two enthralled women trailing behind him. Their wide eyes seemed riveted to him, and their nostrils seemed permanently flared out, taking in as much of his scent as they could. His own office was one he shared with three other grad students, so that wouldn't do. But Dr. Jiang could probably help with that.

Nervously, he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to seem casual. As if leading along enthralled future bimbos by scent alone was a normal thing. If he couldn't get a fix from Dr. Joseph, it probably would become a normal thing.

Deep in his right pocket, Eric's hand brushed up against something cold and metallic. It was much bigger than any of his keys, and he didn't recognize the shape. He pulled it out, and found, to his surprise, that it was the magic thingie Dr. Joseph had given him yesterday. He'd totally forgotten about it until now.

As departmental chair, Dr. Jiang had a much larger office than the other professors, as well as an administrative assistant. So it was with some trepidation that he stepped into the anteroom, where the assistant's desk sat empty. The anteroom was too exposed, so he would have to use her inner office.

"Oh, hello, Dr. Jiang," said Luisa, the administrative assistant, as she stepped out of the supply closet, carrying a sheaf of papers. She seemed intent on whatever was printed on them, and she hadn't noticed that two other people had come in with Dr. Jiang. But she was bound to look up, eventually.

Quicker than he expected, Eric whipped out Dr. Joseph's device and pressed the button on it. Behind him, he heard a strangled gurgling sound, which caused Luisa to look up in alarm. "Dr. Jiang? Wait, what's going on?" she asked.

Cursing feverishly in his head, Eric turned the device around and pointed it at Luisa, who had dropped the papers to the floor. As he pressed the button again, she started to open her mouth, and then stopped, giving the same strangled sound. He turned around to see Cassandra standing motionless, staring straight ahead at nothing.

"Cassandra," he said, "follow me. Luisa, sit down at the computer and act like you're working. If anyone asks to see Dr. Jiang, tell them that she's busy. And act natural." The Brazilian assistant nodded and obeyed, while Eric and the other two women stepped into Dr. Jiang's office.

"Sit down in that chair, don't speak, and don't move," he said to Cassandra as he closed the door behind himself. The redhead did as he ordered, and he turned his attention to Dr. Jiang. "Take off your clothes," Eric said, hoping against hope that there might be a more pleasing form beneath the professor's clothes.

As it turned out, her body beneath her clothes was, if possible, worse. It was lumpy in all the wrong places, thin where it could have been plump, and, where she could have displayed flawless light brown skin, a network of crosshatching scars prevailed. What had Dr. Jiang done before she was a professor? He was suddenly curious about her past.

With a shake of his head, Eric brought himself back to the present. That was irrelevant. He was going to fuck all of that out of her. It didn't matter what she looked like now. When she became a bimbo, she was going to look like a million bucks.

He took Dr. Jiang by the shoulders and bent her over her uncluttered desk. With a surprising amount of reluctance, he pulled down his pants and revealed his erection. Briefly, he hesitated, before plunging it into Dr. Jiang's ass.

She bleated in protest, but soon enough, she got into the rhythm of his thrusts. He focused, in his head, on a perfected vision of Dr. Jiang. In his mind, her skin had no blemishes, her breasts were large and proud, and her ass was simply enormous. Her shiny black hair extended, thick and straight, far below that perfect ass.

As he held her body in a tight grip, he could practically feel the changes beneath him. Her ass swelled around his dick, parting under his relentless pressure, and bouncing back together as he fell back. When he opened his eyes again, he received the great reward of seeing his fantasy writhing beneath him.

Harder and harder he pushed, faster and faster. He felt himself growing closer to climax. Bit by bit, he rose, until he could hold himself in no longer. Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, flowing deep into Dr. Jiang's ass. She moaned in ecstasy and came herself just a second later.

Eric drew back a bit, which allowed Dr. Jiang to stand up straight. Well, straighter. She seemed to be a bit shaky on her feet, and she was rubbing her ass with both hands. Her face was lit up with a big, vapid smile, and her eyes sparkled with idiocy. She was a bit of a rush job, but he rather liked the way she'd turned out.

He turned his eyes to Cassandra, who was still sitting in the chair. She didn't seem to have moved a bit, and she somehow had her eyes wide open, without blinking. The small part of his brain devoted to pedantry wondered why tears weren't streaming down her face, but there were much more pressing matters, like his erection, which was returning with a vengeance.

With a grunt, he lifted Cassandra out of her chair and set her down on the much messier desk. Part of him was vaguely surprised at his own strength. She was fairly tall, for a woman, but not terribly chunky. Still, the old Eric wouldn't have imagined being able to pick up a grown woman and move her around with next to no effort.

A smaller part of him was slightly alarmed that Cassandra had not shifted even when he'd set her down. The rest of him didn't much care. He had to get her fucked before he dealt with Luisa, and everything else. There was no time for weird little things.

Eric pulled down Cassandra's skirt and panties with a quick, efficient motion. So what if he ripped the panties in half? She wasn't going to need them, pretty soon.

He spread her legs, revealing a little red thatch of pubic hair around her already wet pussy. Without further ado, he thrust his dick into her pussy and started pumping.

There wasn't much time, so Eric closed his eyes and began envisioning the new Cassandra. He wanted to see if he could do the same thing he'd done with Dr. Jiang. Besides, he also kind of wanted a bimbo who wouldn't constantly yammer about inane bullshit.

In his mind's eye, he saw a plump girl with huge, obviously fake breasts. Her skin took on a flat, shiny tone, and her eyes stared ahead blankly. Her red hair was long and lustrous, running down to her big, beautiful ass. Her lips, he envisioned as smooth, ridiculously plump, and permanently half open. He kept imagining her as a life-size obscene Barbie, but with slightly more realistic anatomy.

Beneath his hands, he could feel her skin changing. Its texture was much more rubbery, like a blowup doll filled with air. Obviously, she wasn't filled with air, but he could easily imagine squeezing her down into crumpled plastic. He opened his eyes, and found himself looking straight at the image out of his head.

His newest bimbo was basically nothing more than a living fuckdoll. Of course, all of the bimbos were like that, but this one was the pinnacle of dumb, passive fuckability. He thought "Cassie" would be a good name for her.

"All right, Cassie, get up," he said, and the bimbo-doll obeyed. That just left...

"Hee hee!" said Dr. Jiang. She rolled onto her side and tweaked her nipples. Her idiotic smile looked very unprofessorial. "What's your name?" he asked, bending down to look her in the eyes.

"Name? Me no have name," the Chinese bimbo said, her eyes wide. "What mean name?" She giggled. "Me so silly. Me so horny. Fucky fucky lots!"

"Oh, Christ," he said, rolling his eyes. "Um, how about I make your name 'Fanny'?" She nodded eagerly. "Fanny good name for bimbo, Master!" she said, still using a ridiculously singsongy caricature accent.

"How the hell do you know the word 'bimbo', but not your own name?" Eric asked rhetorically. "Me no good at thinky-think," Fanny said, pouting. "Plenty good fucky-fuck!" she added, brightening.

"Forget I asked," Eric said, sighing. "Both of you, put your clothes on. Don't worry if it doesn't quite fit. You'll get new stuff soon enough." Cassie and Fanny started squeezing themselves into their much tighter clothes. Ignoring Fanny's high-pitched grunts of frustration, Eric peeked out into the anteroom.

Luisa sat at her desk, looking unperturbed. She certainly didn't look like anything untoward was going on in her boss's office. He cautiously opened the door and stuck his head out.

"Hi, Eric," said his officemate Kaylee. He hadn't been able to see her in the seat she occupied. Crap, everything seemed to be going wrong today. "Are you done in there with Dr. Jiang?" she asked. God, she was such an adorable woman, with soft brown hair and a smiling, heart-shaped face.

He fought the impulse to look back at Fanny, who was struggling into her dowdy, far-too-small suit. Instead, he stepped out into the anteroom, letting the door shut behind him. "Um, yes," he said. "But she said she needs to take a very important call, so it'll be a little while before she can see anyone else."

"Oh," Kaylee replied, crestfallen. "See, I really need to talk to her, but I've got class in about half an hour. How long do you think it'll take her?"

"I think she said it was going to be a long call," Eric said, grimacing. "I mean, what's so urgent?"

"Yeah, I suppose it can wait a little..." she said, trailing off. She looked closer at Eric through her thick glasses. "Have you been working out lately?" she asked. Then she sniffed the air. "Whoa, what's that smell? It's sooooo yummy..."

Before she could say anything else, Eric pulled out Dr. Joseph's disk and pointed it at Kaylee. He pressed the button for the third time, and Kaylee made the same strangled sound as Luisa and Cassandra. Of all three, Eric regretted this one the most. Kaylee was a really nice person. Maybe that would translate to her being a really nice bimbo. But it was still a damn shame.

"Just come with me, Kaylee, and you'll be perfectly fine," he said, and she nodded, then stood up. At that moment, Fanny burst out of her former office, followed shortly by a much calmer Cassie. In fact, Cassie looked almost robotic in her movements. "Act natural, Cassie," he said, and her gait changed to a smoother stride.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04



"Luisa, come along with me. You'll be just fine where we're going," he said, over his shoulder. She stood and came up behind him, with no expression on her face. He very much hoped that the disk thing would keep her enthralled until they reached Dr. Joseph's place. Or, at the very least, until they reached the car.

He carefully stepped out into the hall, surrounded by his women. No one else stirred along the hall, and Eric took that as a cue. He rushed out of the office, trying not to make too much noise, acutely aware of every sound around him, including those caused by the women behind him.

Fanny started to say something, but Eric turned and glared at her. She wilted under his gaze, and he put a finger to his lips. She nodded, a big pout on her face.

Nothing more disturbed their walk to the elevator, and, once inside, Eric was tempted to heave a huge sigh of relief. Then he remembered that they still had to make it to the car. One gauntlet to run before he could shut all of them in the car, where they could chatter to their hearts' content.

The moment the elevator doors opened onto the ground floor, Eric urged his herd of bimbos and future bimbos forward. All he could do was hope the halls would be fairly clear. Confidence would carry him through any obstacles. At least, he hoped it would.

As it happened, the halls were clear. There were no offices that opened directly into this part of the floor, it seemed. It was much more like a lobby. And there seemed to be no one else passing through at this time of day.

The parking garage was similarly deserted. But Eric wasn't about to relax when he was still this exposed. He chivvied his girls down a few hundred yards of parking spaces, until they reached his car. It was going to be a bit of a squeeze, fitting all of them in, but he was going to do it.

Cassie got the middle seat in the back, because it was unlikely she'd complain. He had Kaylee get in on the right-hand side because it would be easier for him to refresh her trance without much fuss. He didn't expect the trip to take that long, but who knew how bad traffic could get?

Fanny made a move for the front passenger-side seat, but Eric steered her towards the remaining rear seat. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was a horny bimbo trying to fuck him while he was driving. Luisa was a much better choice to ride shotgun, because she wouldn't be nearly as distracting.

With all of the girls settled in, Eric hopped into the driver's seat and started up the car. If he remembered correctly, it wasn't that far to Dr. Joseph's office. It had been twenty minutes or so from home, and home was about twenty minutes from work. Hopefully, it would be about the same distance from work to Dr. Joseph's office.

The vagaries of traffic and traffic lights, unfortunately, conspired to trap him in the car with two horny bimbos and two blank girl-shaped mannequins for at least forty minutes. Cassie wasn't nearly as rowdy as Fanny, but both of them seemed to be leaking from their pussies. The smell of their cum stoked his dick to a ridiculous erection, but he gritted his teeth and focused on the road. No time for fucking around, for now.

At last, he arrived at Dr. Joseph's office, in its quiet little suburban strip mall. With a big sigh of relief, he parked the car and stepped out. He scanned the parking lot around him. It seemed unusually empty. How come Dr. Joseph's office wasn't crammed full of men and women seeking bimbos? They should've been lining up for miles for the chance to get an appointment.

"Everyone out," he said, shutting the driver's side door. Kaylee and Luisa obeyed without much fuss, and Cassie followed suit. But Fanny seemed to be having some problems.

"Me stuck," she whined. "How me get out?" She tugged at the seatbelt, then slumped back in her chair, a big pout on her face.

Eric sighed and pressed the button on the buckle to release the seatbelt. Fanny giggled and clapped her hands together in delight. "Master so smart!" she said, giggling again. She rose to her feet, her enormous ass jiggling with every movement.

"Go on inside," he said, "I need to get something first." Fanny looked around confusedly, but Kaylee and Luisa seemed to know instinctively where he wanted them to go. "In there," he said, pointing at Dr. Joseph's office. "Ohhhh!" Fanny said, and jiggled off, followed closely by Cassie.

With the bimbos out of his hair, he popped open the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag. He'd had Noor put it together last night, during a lull in the orgy. Most of it was clothes suitable for bimbos, but there were a few tools inside. Fanny, in particular, needed some work, and these tools would really help.

He shouldered the bag, shut the trunk, and locked the car. The bimbos had all disappeared inside Dr. Joseph's office, but he thought he could hear some kind of racket. He hustled across the parking lot, and burst through the door.

Fanny was squawking, in her high-pitched bimbo voice, at a much better-dressed woman, who was definitely not a bimbo. Christ, this was just a fucking mess. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Crystal, frantically wringing her hands, apparently unsure of what to do.

"Get me Dr. Joseph," he hissed to her, out of the corner of his mouth. She nodded, relief spreading across her face, and pressed a button on her telephone. Fanny was still mouthing off to the unknown woman, while his other girls had quietly taken their seats.

Eric crossed the room in two strides, and pulled Fanny down into a chair. "Sit down and shut up," he whispered in her ear, and she obeyed. Her face was pouty and pleading, but she obeyed. "Terribly sorry about that, ma'am," he said to the stranger, who was smoothing her expensive-looking gray suit. She still wore an extremely offended look on her face.

"Um, Ellie, you can, like, go on in now," said Crystal, consulting the monitor in front of her. The stranger rolled her eyes, and said, "My name is Elise, damn it." Crystal just nodded, and replied, "Well, you're in room 1, Ellie." The future bimbo rolled her eyes and passed through the door that led deeper into the office.

For a few seconds, the waiting room descended into silence. Then Crystal looked up again, and said, "Dr. Joseph will see you now." Her voice seemed much deeper than normal, as she added, "You may take your women with you to his office."

Eric blinked. "Um, okay," he said, and waved to his gaggle of women. "Go on through, and behave yourself, Fanny." Cassie and Kaylee went through the office door, with a sulking Fanny trailing after them. But Luisa just stood next to an empty chair, swaying slightly on her feet.

"I... I feel weird," she said, blinking and looking around. "Where am I?"

"Oh, fuck," Eric muttered, and took Luisa's shoulders. "Careful there, Luisa," he said, in a louder voice. "Don't stand up too quickly. You're at a doctor's office." Technically, that was actually true, he noted to himself.

"But... what?" she said tiredly. "Why?"

"Have you been feeling a little under the weather lately?" he asked, steering her towards the office door. "You fainted while I was talking to Dr. Jiang. I checked your vitals, and you seemed mostly fine, so she asked me to drive you over here."

"Oh..." she moaned, rubbing her head. "I, um, maybe... I just feel really weird right now." Her eyes blinked open. "Where are we... um, going?"

"We're going into the doctor's office," Eric replied, guiding her towards the door labelled "DR. JOSEPH'S OFFICE". The difficulty wasn't in how big she was. His bulked-up muscles could easily handle that. It was more about not crushing her with his strength. He needed to be careful to exercise restraint, in the future.

With a mental sigh of relief, they reached the door, and Eric pushed it open. He found Kaylee sitting rigidly in a chair, while Fanny knelt behind Dr. Joseph's desk. Cassie also sat rigidly, but she was impossible to mistake for Kaylee, given Cassie's lush bimbo-doll body.

"Ahhh, it's so good to see you again, Mr. Desjardins," said Dr. Joseph, who looked very composed for a man in the process of receiving a blowjob. Then again, he probably had a lot of practice. "And so soon," he noted.

"I brought you what you asked for," Eric said, pulling Luisa into the room. Dr. Joseph nodded. "So you have, so you have. Brazilian, eh? Never got around to those parts. A fine choice, young man."

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to take my girls and go home," Eric said, putting a possessive hand on Kaylee's shoulder. Dr. Joseph nodded, and said, "Of course, once I finish heeeere..." He trailed off, and shuddered a bit. Had that been an orgasm?

A few seconds later, Fanny's head poked above the desk. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were alight with excitement. "Fanny sucky-suck much good!" she burbled. "Me sucky-suck, Master?"

"Not right now," Eric replied, propelling Luisa forward towards the desk. She still looked bewildered, but one snap of Dr. Joseph's fingers fixed that. A blank look settled across her face, and she stepped over to stand next to a file cabinet.

"If you feel the need to fuck this new one," Dr. Joseph said, pointing to the equally blank-faced Kaylee, "I'll let you borrow a room. Unless you'd like to take your chances on the road?" He tossed a silver disc, very much like the one he'd given Eric, in the air and caught it.

Eric stuck his hands in his pockets and rummaged through them, finding only his keys and his smartphone. Dr. Joseph smiled at him. "Just tying up loose ends," he said, tossing the disc into a drawer in his desk. "It's only got one charge left, anyway. You'd hardly get any use out of it."

"I've just got a few questions, Doctor," Eric said, leaning forward, over Cassie's brilliantly red hair. "Why me? And how? How do you do all this? Am I ever going to be able to go anywhere without random women wanting to fuck me? How come no one's noticed any of this?"

"Number 1, because I can," Dr. Joseph said, a smug look on his face. "Numbers 2 and 3, also because I can. As for number 4, yes, the effect will wear off. Society would collapse if I turned every woman into a sex-obsessed bimbo. And we couldn't have that."

He stood and walked over to the motionless Luisa and stroked her black hair. "If I wanted to take over the world, I would've done so long before now, when there were fewer people to take over. This is much more enjoyable. I get all the rewards and none of the responsibilities of ruling the world.

"And question number 5... well," Dr. Joseph grinned. "I'd like to keep a few secrets for myself. But you simply don't need to worry about getting caught. Just accept the fact that most people are less observant than they think they are, and go about your life.

"Anyway, I believe you have another girl to handle," Dr. Joseph finished, casting a look at Kaylee. She didn't seem to have moved, but Eric suddenly became acutely aware of the time limit on her passivity. Let's see, he'd zapped her right after coming out of Fanny's old office, and he'd zapped Luisa right before he went in. How long had he been in the office?

"You can use the next room over," Dr. Joseph said, interrupting Eric's train of thought. He pointed to his left. "I keep it for on-the-job entertainment purposes. Take however long you like."

"Oh," Eric said lamely. He waved at Fanny, and she stood up from where she'd been squatting. Cum ran down both legs, and her tattered clothes barely covered a single inch of her skin. He felt aroused at the sight of his bitchy advisor transformed into a bombshell bimbo, even as a tiny voice inside pointed out all the terrible things he was doing.

With a sigh, he pushed the duffel bag strap onto his shoulder and said, "Alright, Fanny, Cassie, Kaylee. Let's go." Cassie and Kaylee stood without any comments, but Fanny whined a bit. Eric shot her a withering glare, and she shut up. He really wasn't in the mood for their bullshit.

As he turned to leave the room, something occurred to Eric. He turned back and said, "One last thing. If Noor is actually from late 18th-century Egypt, how did you even meet her? Wouldn't she have been shut up in a harem?"

Dr. Joseph quirked an eyebrow. "Who said she was a she back then?" he replied. "I don't take kindly to people who cross me, Mr. Desjardins. Not in the slightest."

"Oh," Eric said again. That made enough sense to be true. If he could transform women like this, who was to say that he couldn't turn a man into a woman? But the thought of that actually happening was... ick.

"Well, I'll handle my business and get out of your hair," he said, trying to pretend that he hadn't been thinking what he'd been thinking. "Thanks for everything, I guess."

"You're quite welcome, young man," Dr. Joseph replied, as Luisa began undressing herself robotically. "Go out and enjoy yourself, while you're still young."

Eric tried not to look relieved as he finally left the office and walked over to the other room. Fanny was already bouncing around impatiently, eager to get about the business of fucking. Cassie looked as impassive as usual.

"Wait your turn, Fanny," he said sternly, trying to get back into the proper mindset for fucking bimbos. "I need to get your new sister Kaylee fixed up, and then I'll deal with you." He cast a careful eye towards Kaylee and discovered too many worrying signs of independent thought. She almost looked like she was becoming conscious of where she was.

Fanny pouted, but she drew back, giving Eric the space to set down the duffel bag. "Look," he said, opening the bag. "While I'm fucking Kaylee's brains out, you can play with this." He took out a ridiculously long and wide dildo and tossed it to Fanny. "You can use it on yourself, or on Cassie if you like. Just don't interrupt me."

He ignored Fanny's enthusiastic nodding, and turned back to Kaylee. A muscle in her cheek, right below her right eye, seemed to have started twitching while he was dealing with Fanny. Her eyes showed some actual signs of intelligence, and her hands were trembling violently.

"Shh, shh, Kaylee," he said, beginning to unbutton her top. "In just a little bit, you won't have to worry about a thing. Just relax, honey, and let Eric take care of you." She whimpered slightly, and Eric moved in closer.

"You smell me?" he whispered into her left ear. "Do you smell that wonderful scent? That's me, Kaylee. I'll bet you want to fuck me right now, Kaylee. All you have to do right now is take in that scent and listen to what I say. Just do what I want, and you'll get to fuck me." Sweat began to form on Kaylee's forehead, and she whimpered again.

With her top unbuttoned and hanging open loosely, Eric moved down, to her pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them with alacrity. Whatever that disc had done to her, it seemed to be breaking down now. It was very important that he fuck her before she realized what was going on.

Her panties were fragile enough that Eric could rip them apart, and that was just what he did. No time for finesse or politeness. Kaylee's cunt lay before him, already dripping wet. Excellent. That meant he wouldn't be going in dry.

Without further ado, then, Eric grabbed Kaylee's shoulders and thrust his dick into her cunt. He shut his eyes, ignoring her gasps of pain and pleasure, and started visualizing his ideal bimboized Kaylee.

Perhaps it was just the association he'd made between her and school, but Eric pictured Kaylee as a bimbo schoolgirl. Her lovely brown hair, long and soft, would be perfect for two huge pigtails, one on each side of her head. Huge boobs, obviously. She could keep her glasses, because that would fit the look he was going for. There was definitely a sexy schoolgirl outfit in the duffel bag that would totally fit her.

He orgasmed and shot a string of semen into her cunt with very little ceremony. There was a brief squeal, and Eric opened his eyes. Kaylee looked exactly as he'd envisioned her, except for the clothes. And that would be easy to fix.

There was a quiet squelch as Eric pulled his dick out of Kaylee's soaking wet cunt. "Wheeee!" she chirped, her eyes wide. "That was soooo fun, Mister Eric! Can I stay after school every day for extra tutoring?"

Eric gave a quick smile, flashing it on and off in the blink of an eye. "We'll see about that, Kaylee. For now, why don't you get dressed so we can get going?" She nodded, so he fished around in the duffel bag, and came up with the sexy uniform. Fanny was desperately fucking herself with the dildo, in a corner of the room, her last shreds of clothing falling to the ground like leaves in fall. Cassie just stood next to an old desk, saying and doing nothing.

He tossed Cassie a random top and bottom and said, "Put these on so we can go." She squirmed out of her torn-up old clothes, and squeezed herself into the black latex top and neon pink microskirt that he'd given her. Taken as a whole, Cassie looked like a redheaded Barbie, if Barbie were a complete slut.

"Come on, come on," he said, gesturing impatiently. "We don't have all day for you to put your clothes on, Fanny." She looked up from her dildo, which she was now licking dry, and pouted at Eric. "But Maaaster!" she said. "Me fuck much, no want go!"

"Get a fucking top and a bottom on right the fuck now," Eric said. His eyes flashed with anger, and his voice demanded obedience.

"Fanny much sorry, Master," the Chinese bimbo whimpered. "Fanny obey much quickly." She slunk over to the duffel bag and grabbed an outfit. By chance, she managed to pick out two halves of the same outfit, a pink, flower-covered vinyl tube top and microskirt.

Now that all the bimbos in the room were dressed, however scantily, they were all ready to go. Eric zipped up the duffel bag and handed it to Fanny, who still wore a big pout on her face. Then, without a word, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, expecting his bimbos to follow him. Which, of course, they did.

They passed Crystal on the way out, and she said something about check-ups, but Eric was done with Dr. Joseph's place. He'd find a different dentist, even if he had to drive miles out of his way. He almost wished he'd stayed clear in the first place, except that that would've meant so many fewer bimbos in his life.

Eric took the driver's seat again, since he didn't trust any of these bimbos to drive. Bambi might be a pretty decent chauffeur, but Fanny was too excitable, Cassie was practically a robot, and Kaylee might have the body of a slutty twenty-something, but she didn't have enough brains to fill a teaspoon. So it was up to him to get the four of them home safely.

"Cassie and Kaylee, you can sit in the back seat. Feel free to fuck each other all you want," he said. "Fanny, you'll sit in the front passenger seat, and I want your hands on the dashboard at all times." Fanny pouted again, but she obeyed, after tossing the duffel bag into the trunk. She was quite enthusiastic about being a bimbo, but she definitely needed some discipline, if Eric was going to get any use out of her.

The drive home was uneventful. Cassie and Kaylee brought each other to orgasm several times, while Fanny pouted up front, her hands resolutely separated from her cunt. There might've been a few people who honked at the four of them, or the occasional goggle-eyed stare, but at least no one crashed. Although one unfortunate jogger did run into a telephone pole while gaping at the bimbos inside the car.

At last, they reached home, and Cassie and Kaylee popped out of the backseat, their inner thighs dripping with cum. That seat was going to require a lot of cleaning, if this pattern kept up.

Fanny followed sullenly in Eric's wake, still pouting. "Oh, just fucking stop it," he muttered over his shoulder. "I'm not going to keep you from ever having sex again."





Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 05



Part 5: Tabitha

"Owww!" Tabitha White said, as she carefully bit into an apple. She'd been trying to avoid the left side of her mouth, which hurt like fucking hell these days. But something the size of an apple was a bit hard to handle that way.

"Something wrong, Tabitha?" said Virginia Lord, her boss. Her voice gave the distinct impression that she expected nothing was wrong whatsoever.

"No, ma'am," Tabitha said, mentally scowling at her boss. Not physically, though; the fucking bitch probably had a surveillance system in place. There was no money to pay Tabitha a decent wage, or give her decent benefits, or even buy a half-as-shitty chair for her to sit on. But when it came to spying on customers and employees, Virginia Lord would spare no expense.

And it wasn't as if she even had to spare many expenses. Virginia Lord owned this whole damn shopping center, and at least ten other properties besides. Her dear departed daddy had built all this shit up, and now his bored daughter got to pretend to be a businesswoman.

Tabitha wasn't aware of Virginia's credentials, but even a moron (or a history major, like Tabitha) could see that this store was run terribly. Apparently, Virginia wanted to think of herself as not just a businesswoman, but an artistic businesswoman, as well. That meant that she took up a rather sizable part of this shopping center with her own art-supply store.

It didn't seem particularly fair that Virginia would have all of this, and Tabitha, who could do something with this kind of money, had to slave away to afford even a shitty life. She knew that life wasn't fair, but, really, did it have to be this unfair?

To add to all those problems, there was the feeling Tabitha got whenever she compared herself to her boss. Virginia was always perfect. Every strand of blond hair was perfectly coiffed, every bit of expensive clothing was perfectly selected, every part of her body was perfectly proportioned.

When Tabitha looked at herself in the mirror, on the other hand, she saw an absolute mess. Crappy teeth. Stringy, kinky hair. Acne scar-cratered black skin. A face that was too large, and boobs that were too small. Ill-proportioned, poorly dressed, constantly depressed Tabitha White.

The bell on the door rang, and Virginia sprung from her desk to greet her customer. She click-clacked past Tabitha, who just kept trying to get her computer to do anything at all. Meanwhile, her boss exclaimed in perfect delight at her customer, and started perfectly guiding her perfect customer around her perfect store.

Sometimes, when Tabitha was off of work and getting shit-faced on cheap beer, in her quiet, empty apartment, she wondered why she hadn't quit yet. For her, though, the answer was easy to come by, since she was just talking to herself.

To tell the truth, she loved Virginia.

It wasn't a third-grade-best-friend kind of love. It was just that whenever she looked at her boss, bitchiness and miserliness aside, she felt herself glow. It was the sort of love where she wanted to fuck her boss silly.

When Tabitha looked back on her previous crushes, she could see a clear pattern. There was Julie, from her last summer of camp, when Tabitha was 17 and just realizing her identity. Julie had been a class A bitch, but her deep blue eyes, her silver-blond hair, and that fine figure, had made Tabitha melt inside. The rest of the summer, Tabitha had masturbated to her fantasies of Julie being her girlfriend.

There'd been Alice Hodges, the captain of the cheerleaders in their senior year. God, what a stone-cold bitch, with her hard blue-green eyes and wavy blond hair. A couple times, Tabitha had suspected that Alice might like her, too. But she'd always been too timid to ask.

In college, she'd found her first real girlfriend. Lena Schwyz, the haughty Swiss exchange student, who had shown her what happiness had meant. Then, Lena had taken that happiness, and all the love Tabitha had given her, and smashed it. For months afterwards, Tabitha had felt like a worthless dupe, like none of it had been real.

That had led almost directly to this job. When her parents had found out that she was a lesbian, they'd cut her off. By the skin of her teeth, and with thousands of dollars in loans, Tabitha had managed to finish college. Her dreams of grad school were totally impractical, with all of this debt, so she'd found this job.

And here she was now, wasting away in a boring, useless job, with a comically inept boss and not even a few rewards to ease her burdens. Of course her teeth would go bad when she could least afford it. She could barely afford toothpaste, much less a dentist appointment.

Well, at least the clock said "5:00 PM" now. That meant she was free to wallow in misery and pain at home now. It was time to leave.

Tabitha stopped trying to get the computer to work and shut it down, instead. She scribbled the time on the work log by the back door, and left before Virginia could find something else for her to do.

She slouched her way down the shopping center, past all the other marvelous boutiques that payed rent to Virginia, and towards the bus stop. Just as she passed by the exit to the grocery store, she heard someone giggling, but she was too tired to pay any attention to it.

That proved to be a mistake a split second later, when she collided with a shopping cart. "Omigod, I'm, like, so sorry!" said a chirpy voice. "Are you, like, okay?"

Tabitha pulled herself to her feet and dusted herself off. "Um, yeah, I'm fine." Now, she found herself facing a bimbo.

There was really no other word for the woman who'd been pushing the shopping cart. She was a blond bimbo, dressed in astonishingly whorish clothes. Those clothes displayed her voluptuous body, her sensual curves, her enormous boobs.

"Hiiii," the bimbo said, extending a hand towards Tabitha. "I'm Crystal, and I'm, like, soooo sorry 'bout that." She giggled. "I'm such a silly person!"

"Okay," Tabitha said, taking Crystal's hand and shaking it. Her tooth, as if responding to the touch, twinged again, and Tabitha winced. "Owwww!" she said, clutching her cheek.

"Oooh, did I make your teethies hurt?" Crystal said, pouting at Tabitha.

"No, no, it was like that before," Tabitha said, waving the bimbo away. "It's not your fault, any of this. I should've paid attention myself."

"Wait, your teethies hurt already?" Crystal said. "You should come with me! I, like, work at a dentist's office! You can get it, like, all checked out and stuff!"

"I can't-" Tabitha began, but Crystal waved away what she'd been planning to say. "Don't worry, sillypants!" the bimbo said. "Dr. Joseph doesn't really care about getting paid. Come on, come on!" She grabbed Tabitha's hands and started pulling her away.

"Oh, okay, I suppose," Tabitha said. She didn't have anything better to do. It wasn't as if she had any friends to socialize with, or places to go. She might as well go have her teeth checked out.

It turned out that Crystal worked in the office park across the street, which Virginia didn't own. Apparently, her father and the guy who had owned this place had been bitter rivals, to the point of attempting to sabotage each other's projects. Virginia had carried over the family grudge against this guy, for whatever reason. But Tabitha had heard recently that it had sold to some new guy.

Whatever its history, it seemed perfectly fine to Tabitha's eye. For all that Virginia had ranted and rambled about how poorly-designed it was, it didn't look that bad. Crystal kept chattering away the whole walk, and Tabitha just tuned her out most of the time.

When they reached Dr. Joseph's office, Tabitha hesitated. "Are you sure he's in this late?" she asked Crystal.

"Oh yeah!" Crystal replied. "He's, like, such a great guy! I kinda wish he'd come home sooner, sometimes."

"Wait, you live with him?" Tabitha said, taken slightly aback.

"Yep!" Crystal said, her face glowing. "He's such a dreamboat, and he's, like, great in bed, but he's always so busy." She pouted a bit.

Tabitha felt weird a little bit, but then she shrugged. Was it really that weird? And, honestly, was it any of her business how they lived? No, it wasn't.

Crystal pushed the door open, and Tabitha stepped inside. There was a red-haired bimbo sitting at the receptionist's desk. She exchanged squeals with Crystal and directed them to Dr. Joseph's current location. As Tabitha and Crystal exited the front, the red-haired bimbo waved and chirped, "Bye-bye!"

Before Tabitha could really wonder how many bimbos there could be in a single dentist's office, Crystal had hustled her into Dr. Joseph's private office. "Hiiii, Dr. Joseph!" Crystal chirped to the man behind the desk. "This is Tabbi, an' I told her you're the bestest dentist in the whole world!"

"Hello, Tabbi," Dr. Joseph said. He had a very nice smile, Tabitha thought. She wanted to say that her name wasn't Tabbi, but she was feeling flustered. "I believe room 4 is open. I'll have Luisa take you there." He picked up a phone and briefly spoke in a language that sounded a bit like Spanish, then set it down again.

"In the meantime," he said, "Crystal and I are going to need to have a talk." A golden-skinned bimbo showed up at the door, smiling widely. "I'll be along in a little bit, Luisa."

"Hiiii, Tabbi!" Luisa said, leading Tabitha out of the room. "How are you doing today?"

"Um, I could be better," Tabitha said. "Look, could you call me Tabitha please?"

"I thought your name was Tabbi," Luisa said, ushering Tabitha into room 4. She crinkled her nose at Tabitha. "I think Tabbi's cuter, so I'll just keep calling you that."

Before Tabitha could protest, she was in the chair, and Luisa was picking around in her mouth. The bimbo hygienist kept up a steady stream of inane babble, but that just washed over Tabitha. She wasn't precisely in a trance, but it did feel good to just let everything go, to not worry about the world around her.

She gradually returned to her senses after some period of time - how long, she never could figure out. Dr. Joseph was standing over her, looking down with concern in his eyes. "I wasn't sure you heard any of what I said. You were really out of it. Got enough sleep lately?"

Tabitha yawned and stretched carefully. "Apparently not," she said, trying not to sound sleepy (and failing).

"Well, at any rate, what I said is that this is a bad case. Worse than anything I've seen in my career. When was the last time you saw a dentist?"

"Ummm..." Tabitha started counting in her head, but Dr. Joseph waved her off. "That long, huh? It really is important that you get regular checkups. It's a lot easier to prevent problems than it is to fix them."

"If I had dental insurance, this wouldn't've happened," Tabitha said, a challenging expression on her face.

"Probably not," Dr. Joseph said, his face unperturbed. "At any rate, I think you need to get this taken care of immediately. Without a single bit of delay. So, if you'll follow me down the hall, we can get you prepped for surgery."

"Surgery?" Tabitha asked, pushing herself to an erect posture.

"Your molars are so damaged that I wouldn't be surprised if a chip came off just from walking down the hall," Dr. Joseph said, making notations on a pad of paper. "You've got several cavities on your rearmost molar, and your premolar's enamel is weaker than an eggshell. Come on." He left the room, and Tabitha followed, reluctantly.

"How am I supposed to pay for all of this?" she said. "I've barely got the money to take the bus home every night."

"There's no need to worry about payment," Dr. Joseph said over his shoulder. "This is all free. I can afford it. And just think about the good PR I'll get from helping you." He swung open the door to the operating theater as Tabitha approached. For some reason, this was room 69, even though it was the ninth room on the hall.

"My lucky numbers," Dr. Joseph said, noticing her puzzlement. "Come on in, let's get you anaesthetized and prepped." Tabitha allowed herself to be led to the chair, and fussed over. Before she knew it, the red-haired bimbo from the front desk was leaning over her, holding the mask that descended over Tabitha's mouth and nose and sent her into darkness.

Two hours later

Tabbi returned to the waking world gradually, becoming aware of the bimbos that hovered over her like flies. A man's face - Dr. Joseph's - poked through the forest of bimbos. "How do you feel?" he said.

"Better than ever!" Tabbi said, grinning. She practically sprang from the chair, brushing Luisa aside. "That anaesthetic really does wonders, Doc."

"It surely does," Dr. Joseph said. "But I like to think I have something to do with it, too."

Tabbi was going to ask him what he meant by that, but she was distracted by a sudden realization. Her body was completely different.

She looked down, to find two enormous breasts adorning her chest, where so recently she'd sported barely a speed bump. Her figure as a whole seemed so curvaceous now, that she could probably stop an 18-wheeler.

Luisa rolled a full-length mirror out from the side of the room, and Tabbi found it hard to believe she was looking at herself. Her face was smooth and hard, like it had been chiseled out of black marble. Her hair, now smooth and silky, descended like a wave past her knees. Her teeth - she smiled experimentally - her teeth were perfectly aligned, bright and shiny and white as can be.

As she took it all in, her brain churned and processed her changes. "You did this to me," she said to Dr. Joseph, her eyes narrowing.

Dr. Joseph nodded. "I sure did. It's what I do. Do you like it?" He seemed perfectly calm, as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

"Like it?" Tabbi said incredulously. "Like it? I love it!" She ran both hands up and down her new body, feeling every inch of her curves.

"Mmmmm, it just makes me feel so great!" she added. Then she grimaced. "Except for how much smaller my clothes feel now. It doesn't feel so good."

"Here," Dr. Joseph said, handing her a stack of clothes. "You might find these more enjoyable." Tabbi set them aside, and started wriggling out of her old clothes. She felt strangely comfortable with being naked in front of so many strangers.

When she'd finally found her way out of her far too tight bra and panties, Tabbi picked up the clothes Dr. Joseph had handed her. She frowned. These didn't exactly look like the sort of clothes she would want to wear. It was all spandex and latex, with a minuscule thong and no bra whatsoever.

"Just try it, Tabbi," Dr. Joseph said. "Believe me, you'll like it." Tabbi shrugged and started pulling the top over her head. It stretched to fit her figure, and settled on her new breasts like a second skin. It exposed so much of her body to anyone who wanted to see it, but she felt comfortable with that.

Tabbi slid on the rest of her clothes, and took a look in the mirror again. Finally, she was as hot as she deserved to be. Ming handed Tabbi a pair of very high heels, and the African-American bimbo put them on like they were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"I think you're ready to hit the road, Tabbi," Dr. Joseph said. "Crystal, give Tabbi a ride to her home, and then you'll receive your punishment. You've been a bad bimbo."

"Yes, Dr. Joseph," Crystal said in a small voice. She and Tabbi left him and the other bimbos behind, walking down the hallway. Behind her, Tabbi could hear enthusiastic shouts, and a good bit of slurping.

Crystal sniffled. "If I hadn't, like, brought you here, I'd be sucking Dr. Joseph's cock right now." She turned her doe-eyed, pouty face towards Tabbi.

"You want me to be sorry about this?" Tabbi said, waving her hands at her body. "No fucking chance, girl."

"Awww!" Crystal whined. "You're a meanypants!"

"Maybe," Tabbi replied. "Frankly, I don't give a shit what you think. And what's that in your hand?" She pointed at the piece of folded-up paper Crystal clutched.

"Oh," Crystal said, pouting again. "I was, like, hoping you weren't gonna ask." She handed it to Tabbi. "Dr. Joseph said if you, like, asked me 'bout it, I had to, like, give it to you."

Tabbi unfolded the paper, to reveal a handwritten message.

"Tabbi," it said, "this is Dr. Joseph. I was wondering if you could do me a favor. Running an establishment like this can be taxing, and sometimes my bimbos get out of hand and need some discipline.

"I would take care of that myself, but I still have a business to run, and discipline does not come naturally to me. But I have seen that you might possess some talents in that area, and I think you would find it enjoyable.

"So, having said that, please inform Crystal that for the next two weeks, she is your slave. Do not bother showing her the paper, because she cannot read anymore. Do, however, anything you like to her for the aforementioned period. As long as she returns to me in one piece, I can manage.

"Oh, and if you need some money to get this going, Crystal has a platinum Visa in her cleavage. Feel free to use it, within reason, for expenses.

"Yours in Mastery, Dr. Joseph."

Tabbi crumpled up the paper and stuffed it down Crystal's cleavage. The surprised bimbo started to say something, but Tabbi forestalled her.

"That paper says, you little bitch," Tabbi said, in a low, husky voice, "that I own you for the next two weeks. You'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it, without question. Do you understand?"

Crystal nodded. "Yes, Tabbi." Tabbi slapped her on the face.

"First lesson, slut. Don't call me 'Tabbi'. Call me Mistress, or Mistress Tabbi. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Mistress," Crystal said, her head hanging.

"Now, you're not going to take me home," Tabbi said, as they stepped outside. "I fucking hate that place. Also, I need to pick up a few things." Crystal got in on the driver's side of a sporty red convertible, and Tabbi took the passenger's side.

They stopped at a department store, where their appearance turned a lot of heads, male and female alike. That was quick, though. All Tabbi needed was some decent luggage, to hold the items she was going to get at the next stop.

The cashier who rung them up took quite a bit of time, because he seemed to have gotten very clumsy all of a sudden. But soon enough, they were off to their next destination.

"Over there," Tabbi said, after about ten minutes of driving. "Pull into that parking lot, and follow me in with the luggage." Crystal obeyed readily, and after a bit of fumbling, the two of them, Mistress and slave, were walking through the doors of Meg's Lady Parts.

Tabbi knew Meg only by reputation, because she'd never gotten deeply into the local lesbian subculture. But from what Tabbi had heard, this was the place to go for all sorts of kinky sex toys and clothing. Kinky was what she wanted right now.

"Hi, welcome to Meg's Lady Parts," said a very pale girl with short, blue hair. "I'm Audrey, can I help you?"

Tabbi looked Audrey up and down. The saleswoman was tiny and underfed, and her clothes were artistically torn. "Yes, you can," Tabbi pronounced. "My slave and I need some clothes and toys. What do you have in the way of whips?"

For the next hour or so, Audrey led them on a whirlwind tour of the store, and Crystal ended up carrying the pile of clothes and toys that resulted. The saleswoman seemed to become increasingly distracted as time went by, as if something about Tabbi and Crystal was absorbing all of her attention. By the time the three of them reached the register, Tabbi was doing most of the guiding, propping Audrey up and keeping her moving forward.

Audrey rang up their purchases, and watched Crystal put the bags into the new luggage. "When do you get off work, honey?" Tabbi murmured into Audrey's ear.




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 05



"Um, a bit after 6," Audrey said, her voice breathy and faint.

"Well, just call me around then, and you can come join in the fun," Tabbi purred. "Unless you have other plans?"

"No, no, I'd love to come for you, I mean, with you," Audrey said. "I, uh, oh, I, this is really sudden, I'm, um..." Tabbi kissed Audrey on the lips, cutting her off mid-babble.

"See you then," was all Tabbi said as she and Crystal left the store, leaving a dazed Audrey behind the counter. Crystal lugged all of their purchases out to the car and loaded them up, while Tabbi waited impatiently.

"Now," Tabbi said, fishing the Visa out of Crystal's cleavage, "we're going to find a hotel for the night. Here's where you're going to go..."

Crystal pulled the car out of the parking lot, and onto the road. About twenty minutes later, thanks to Tabbi's directions, they pulled into the parking deck of the Riverview Hilton, one of the city's swankier hotels.

Eyes throughout the lobby popped as Tabbi and Crystal waltzed in through the front door. The only employee at the front desk was a mousy young woman with large glasses and tidy brown hair swept up in a bun.

"Welcome to the Riverview Hilton," she squeaked. "How may I help you?"

"We'd like to book a room..." Tina, her name tag said, "...Tina. Do you have anything... big?" Tabbi leaned in over the desk, so that she was less than an inch from Tina's face.

"Um, uh, how many people?" Tina stammered, her face going red.

"Three," Tabbi said, her voice husky. "Our other friend, she'll be along later."

Tina gulped, and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. "Okay, um, well, the, uh, penthouse suite just opened up, but that's, uh, just for tonight."

Tabbi smiled. "That's all I need," she said. She reached out and let down Tina's hair. The girl looked much more adorable when she wasn't so stuffy. Her brown hair fell in cascades around her face, covering her eyes.

"I'm going to need to, um, see some ID, and I'll also need, ah, a, um, a credit card," Tina said. She pushed her hair back, and Tabbi took the time to appreciate what fantastic hair this girl had. It was a lustrous light brown that fell in waves past Tina's shoulders.

"Here you go," Tabbi whispered, sliding the platinum Visa across the counter, and adding her driver's license. Tina took them with shaking hands, and tapped more keys on her keyboard. She handed the credit card and driver's license back to Tabbi, who took them, brushing against the other woman's hand.

Tina moaned softly at Tabbi's touch. "If you want much more where that came from, Tina, you know where I'll be tonight," she said, then laughed and turned towards the elevator. Tina waved at Tabbi's and Crystal's backs, a gobstruck expression on her face.

The two of them rode up in a packed elevator, squeezed in next to a pinch-faced woman in an expensive suit. As the elevator emptied out, except for the three of them, the woman grew increasingly relaxed. By the 31st floor, where the woman was getting off, she looked like she was about to melt out of her skirt, right then and there.

Before the woman in the suit got off, Tabbi whispered, "There's one more floor. You know where I'll be tonight." The woman moaned and nodded. When the elevator doors opened, she lurched out, a dazed look on her face.

Less than a minute later, the elevator doors opened again, on the 32nd and last floor. There was a short hallway that had four doors along its sides, but those were irrelevant. It all led to the door at the end of the hall, the main room of the penthouse suite.

Tabbi inserted her key card, and opened the door. Crystal trundled in after her, luggage in hand. The blond bimbo gasped at what lay within.

It was a vast room, facing towards the setting sun, with a huge window letting in all the light. Every color in the room was bright and warm as all hell: yellows, oranges, reds. There were three descending tiers, going down to a bar right by the window.

"Perfect," Tabbi pronounced. "Put that down over there, slut, and let's get started." Crystal scurried to obey her new Mistress.

There was a timid knock at the door, and Tabbi opened it to find the woman from the elevator standing there. Her red hair was disheveled, and she seemed to have torn her skirt in the process of masturbating. Which she was still doing, right in the open, for the whole world to see.

Tabbi stepped aside wordlessly, and the suit-clad woman staggered in, cheeks aflame and fingers buried deep in her pussy.

"Think you want to be my slave, whore?" Tabbi said, drawing the woman in closer. The woman moaned and nodded.

"Take my clothes off, Crystal," Tabbi commanded. Crystal scurried to obey, and soon Tabbi stood before the other two women in all of her chocolate-skinned glory. The redhead moaned again, and fell on her knees.

"What's your name, whore?" Tabbi asked.

"Deborah," the redhead moaned.

Tabbi stroked her chin and said, "Not anymore. Your name is Debbi, and you call me Mistress. Now, eat my pussy, Debbi."

Debbi obeyed immediately, licking at her Mistress's cunt. Tabbi leaned back against a couch and sighed. "Crystal, call Audrey and tell her to come down here," she said, over her shoulder.

There was another timid knock on the door, and Tabbi said, "Enter." Tina, the brown-haired receptionist, stepped through the door hesitantly. As soon as she entered the room, she took a big sniff, moaned, and passed out on the floor.

But Tabbi didn't have much time for that, because Debbi was bringing her to climax. Tabbi braced herself, spread her legs wide, and orgasmed.

A veritable torrent of cum drenched Debbi's face. When Tabbi looked down at her new slave, she could barely tell where Debbi's eyes were. "Lick it all off," Tabbi commanded, and Debbi obeyed.

For a second, Tabbi thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, because every time Debbi ate some of the cum, her breasts seemed to grow a bit. But, no, it wasn't a trick. Debbi was definitely growing a bigger rack. By the time the redhead had finished eating all of Tabbi's cum, her chest was at least as big as Debbi's.

"Um, Debbi feels, like, weird," Debbi said, as her hair started growing out a few feet. Then she giggled, and said, "Actually, I just feel great! Thank you, Mistress!"

"You're welcome, slut," Tabbi said, patting Debbi on the head. "Now, I think we need to deal with Tina over here. Crystal, Debbi, pick her up and bring her to the other side of this couch."

Her slaves obeyed immediately, while Tabbi just sat down on the couch and watched. They picked Tina up, one under each arm, and hauled her over to Tabbi's crotch. As soon as they released her, she fell forward, right into Tabbi's pussy.

Tina groaned, and Tabbi pressed the brunette's head deeper into her crotch. As Tabbi's next slave regained consciousness, her tongue began fluttering in and out of her mouth. Tabbi moaned, and spread her legs further, to allow Tina even more access.

It turned out that Tina was a surprisingly good pussylicker, and in less than a minute, Tabbi moaned and climaxed, squirting cum all over Tina. "Lick it off," Tabbi said, a tinge of exhaustion in her voice. "Eat all of it."

Soon, Tina stood next to Debbi and Crystal, beaming and unbelievably sexy. The three of them, blond, redhead, and brunette, formed most of the parts of the hair rainbow. All that was left was...

Knock. Knock.

An excitedly chattering Crystal escorted Audrey into the room. Tabbi smiled. She had a good idea what color Audrey's hair actually was. Or, rather, what color her hair was going to be.

The following morning

Mistress Tabbi and her four slaves left the Hilton in style, clad in spandex, latex, and, in only Mistress Tabbi's case, a good bit of leather. Tina checked them out and quit her job, all with one trip to a confused supervisor. At the front door, a limo, driven by a young Ukrainian woman, awaited their pleasure.

Debbi easily maneuvered the dazed and confused driver into the passenger seat, and took the wheel herself. When Mistress Tabbi had the time, she would take care of Irina here. For now, though, she had other priorities.

Off they went, leaving a horde of confused guests and staff in their wake. At least one or two of them felt an inexplicable need to find the statuesque black woman who had led that troop of bimbos. Sooner or later, they would.

About twenty-five minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of Lord's Artistry, which was just opening for business. The owner, Virginia Lord herself, came out to meet her apparently wealthy new client.

Surrounded by her willing servants, Mistress Tabbi led a suddenly woozy Virginia inside. Audrey flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and put the shutters down on all the windows. Crystal trailed behind, holding a suitcase full of fun things.

At the back of the store, on a raised dais, stood the leather armchair from which Virginia's father had apparently run his empire. Tina and Debbi lifted it up, and set it down behind their Mistress. Tabbi took her throne.

"Cuffs," she said, and Debbi took a pair of handcuffs out of Crystal's suitcase. They weren't the fuzzy sort one might use with a lover. This was the sort police officers used, hard and cold and metallic. Debbi pulled Virginia's arms behind her and fastened the cuffs around the shop owner's wrists. Virginia seemed blissfully unaware.

In the background of all this, Audrey reentered the front door, carrying the limo driver, who had passed out from longing for her future Mistress. Tabbi gestured to a work bench with a huge pile of cloth, and Audrey nodded.

Returning to the business at hand, Tabbi leaned down and slapped her boss in the face.

"God damn, I have been waiting to do that for fucking ever," Tabbi said, as Virginia gasped and came to her senses. She looked around her in shock, and whimpered, "Who- who are you? What do you w- want? There's, there's cash in the back, lots of it."

"That's the least of what I want, and it's the least I'm going to get," Tabbi said, taking Little Miss Trust Fund by the scruff of her neck. "But don't you recognize me, Ms. Lord? I just slaved away for you at barely any money at all. For four fucking years, I did all the fucking work for you, you spoiled fucking brat.

"Now we're both getting what we deserve." Tabbi unbuckled the leather bottom that hid her crotch, and revealed her pussy, in all of its glory. "Take a whiff of that, bitch, and know that when you're my pussylicking fuckslave, I'm gonna love every second of it. I'll make you beg to be my lowest servant, and you'll love every second of that.

"And all because you couldn't give me fucking dental." Tabbi grinned down at her prisoner. "So thanks for that, Ms. Lord. You can take this job and shove it up your ass." She looked thoughtful for a second. "Although I've got something else to put up your ass, so there might not be room."

Tabbi gestured to Debbi and Tina, and they shoved Virginia forward, toppling her straight into Tabbi's cunt. "Ooooh yes," Tabbi moaned, as she held Virginia in place, pushing her deeper into her cunt. "You're gonna be so dirty, you fucking piece of shit."

It wasn't exactly the best pussylicking session Tabbi had experienced, particularly when compared with the last 24 hours. But it was much more satisfying than any of last night's orgy had been, on an emotional level. It felt like she was repaying all the times Virginia Lord had fucked her over. It felt like a big fucking victory.

Tabbi arched her back and orgasmed, shooting cum all over Virginia's face. The humiliated businesswoman reeled back, as Tabbi looked on in triumph. "Eat it," she said. "Eat all of it, you fucking bitch. Eat it, goddamnit, or I'll ream you out like a dead fucking cow."

Virginia meekly obeyed, licking up all the cum she could reach. Debbi and Tina scraped the rest off with spoons, and took turns serving it to their new sister. Bit by bit, Ginni grew into her new body, busting out of her expensive business suit. Her fellow pussyslaves took off its remnants, then turned to look at their Mistress.

"Get the rest of it out," Mistress Tabbi said, remaining in her seat. She looked down at the wretched bimbo at her feet. "You didn't think that was all, did you? You're not leaving this building with even the slightest shred of intelligence. You'll be nothing but an eager slave with bubbles for brains for the rest of your fucking life, bitch."

Debbi and Tina returned with two dildos and several water bottles filled with cum. "Ginni, you fucking bitch, this is going to be the ride of your goddamn life." Mistress Tabbi opened one of the bottles, and took a big whiff of it.

"Ah, can you smell that lovely scent, Ginni? You know what that is? Do you, you fucking bitch?" Tabbi screamed at her latest bimbo. "That's the smell of your brains melting down and dribbling out of your ears. When I'm done with you, you'll be so stupid, you won't be able to put your clothes on."

She took the larger dildo and dipped it into the water bottle. It came out coated with cum, but that was nowhere near enough. Mistress Tabbi upended the bottle over Ginni's mouth, and rotated the dildo to get an even coating. With a gesture, Audrey and Tina brought Ginni to her feet, and Debbi spread the bimbo's legs wide.

Mistress Tabbi rammed the lubricated dildo deep into Ginni's asshole. The bimbo screamed as it entered that virgin orifice, but none of the other women in the room cared. Her three captors merely rotated her, so that Mistress Tabbi would have access to Ginni's cunt.

With a huge smile on her face, Mistress Tabbi shoved the other dildo, cum coating and all, deep into Ginni's pussy. Audrey and Tina brought the dazed and aroused bimbo to her knees once more.

"Eat me, bitch," Mistress Tabbi said, and plunged Ginni's head between her legs again. Ginni obeyed with more alacrity this time, but even when her Mistress had cum five times (and Ginni three), it still wasn't enough.

Mistress Tabbi held her bimbo's head between her legs for at least thirty minutes, this time. After twenty orgasms, she kind of lost track. But certainly by the end of it, she had coated Ginni's face with a thick layer of cum. Only Ginni's mouth was visible, beneath Mistress Tabbi's deposits.

Bit by bit, Ginni's tongue licked off the cum, and it disappeared down her throat. With the help of the other bimbos, it all vanished, and Ginni was left, naked, by herself, kneeling before her Mistress.

"Tee hee!" she said.

Tabbi took a little while to admire what she'd done, thanks to Dr. Joseph and some very obedient bimbos. Ginni was truly a work of art. If there were awards for bimbos, she'd sweep them with this piece of tits and ass.

Where Tabbi and her bimbos were well-endowed, Ginni boasted a pair of tits, each the size of a soccer ball. Where Tabbi and her bimbos were slim and sleek, Ginni was shockingly thin, with a waist that would probably measure about ten inches. Where Tabbi and her bimbos had well-rounded asscheeks, Ginni had more junk in her trunk than ten garbage trucks. Where Tabbi and her bimbos had a spark (or two) of intelligence in their eyes, Ginni looked out onto the world without a single iota of understanding, beyond...

"Mistress," Ginni moaned, and lunged forward at Mistress Tabbi's pussy. Tabbi swatted her away, and crossed her legs. She'd had more than enough out of Ginni for today. There was plenty to be had in the future. In the meantime, there was another matter that needed taking care of.

"Bring me Rina," she told Debbi and Audrey. They nodded, and went over to the makeshift bed currently being used by the Ukrainian limo driver. All the fumes of cum had rendered her both woozy and horny, so she stumbled down the aisle towards the throne, both hands pumping between her legs.

"Rina, you may eat me," Mistress Tabbi said, in a much kinder voice. Unlike Ginni, Tabbi had nothing against this girl. But she would be needing a chauffeur, and who better than someone with real experience? If that chauffeur could also lick pussy like a champion, so much the better.

One month later

"I guess this is one mountain that won't be coming to me, eh?" Dr. Joseph said as Crystal pulled into the mansion's driveway. The bimbo looked at him, puzzled, but he didn't expect anything less out of her. If he'd been interested in conversation from Dr. Golden, he would've put her into Room 4, like Ms. White.

They stepped out into the bright and sunny day, as far away from the city as Ms. White had been able to manage in her short time atop her new business empire. Both of them treasured their privacy, and their servants didn't care, as long as they got to fuck. It was certainly harder for neighbors' tongues to wag if they couldn't see anything.

Dr. Joseph knocked on the front door three times, and two of Ms. White's bimbos opened it for him. He and his bimbos passed through, into a marvelously debauched foyer.

An Indian bimbo was grinding herself against a dildo mounted on the wall, tits shaking in time with her thrusts. A redhead and a Hispanic bimbo were 69ing behind a large potted plant, and as for the rest of the room...

Well, he was going to have to find a way around the seething mass of arms, legs, heads, and tits that occupied the majority of the room. He and his bimbos edged along the wall, holding hands so that they wouldn't feel tempted to join the orgy.

After a few minutes, they got past the tangled pile of bimbos and reached the stairs. These were far from unoccupied, too, though the way was unobstructed. As Dr. Joseph and his bimbos walked up the stairs, they passed a platinum-blond African bimbo being reamed out by a brunette with a strap-on. There was plenty more of that to go around before they reached the top of the stairs.

The hall in which they found themselves was blessedly free of orgies, both large and small. Dr. Joseph could hear them happening behind several doors, but that was none of his concern. All he cared about was the room at the end of the hallway.

Twin bimbos with staffs stood on each side of the double doors that led into that room, and as Dr. Joseph approached, they flung the doors open. Executing a precise series of steps, they preceded the Doctor and his bimbos, then rapped their staffs against the floor.

"Your 3 o'clock, Mistress," they said in unison, and stepped aside to let Dr. Joseph and his bimbos through.

This room had been a formal dining room when it was built, but now it was, apparently, Mistress Tabbi's office. Leave it to a history major to have all sorts of pompous notions of pageantry stuffed in her head. She sat at the other end of the long room, on a raised dais, with an ornate wooden desk before her.

"Welcome, Dr. Joseph," Tabbi said. "Asshole, bring the good Doctor a chair." A Japanese bimbo with elaborate tattoos on her buttcheeks bowed and moved a leather armchair in front of Tabbi's desk. The Mistress herself did not stir from where she sat.

"A fine home you've made," he said, taking the seat. It didn't seem to have anything wet on it, though it wouldn't surprise him if some leftover cum had gotten into the cracks.

"For now," she said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "I assume that's part of why you're here."

"Well, yes. It's hard enough sharing this city with the ordinary harems, but I don't think we'd get along well for very long in close proximity."

Tabbi handed a folder to a petite yet buxom redhead, who carried it out of the room. "As it happens, I agree," she said. "That's why I'm in the process of liquidating most of my investments here. I'll be moving a bit further away, to a city with lots of potential."

"And where might that be?" he asked.

"I was thinking of New York City," she replied. "Just think of all the weird people who live there, and all the girls who think they'll 'make it' in New York. We'll fit in perfectly. Plus, I've always liked upstate New York a good bit."




Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 05



"Getting in on the New York real estate market can be pretty tough," he pointed out. "Not to mention the underworld, which is crowded as all hell."

"You don't need to worry about any of that," Tabbi said languidly. She punched a button on the desk, and the panel in the middle of the desk slid aside, to reveal a Chinese bimbo sucking her off. "Mei-ling here used to work for a big real estate firm, and she's got a lot of contacts she's going to use on my behalf."

"Well, good luck to you," Dr. Joseph said. "You said 'most' of your investments. Are there some you're planning to maintain?"

"Some of them have sentimental value to me, like the Riverview Hilton," she said. "I'm willing to make them co-investments, if you feel uneasy. At the very least, you can use them most of the time."

"Maybe I will," he replied. "I don't really mind. But that's not the only business I want to discuss today."

"The new girl there?" she said, gesturing to the confused Mexican bimbo standing behind his chair.

"Yes. Tabbi, meet Flora." The Mexican girl smiled, as if she could do anything but smile. "She is, as you said, new. So if you wouldn't mind terribly, she could use some discipline."

"No, of course not," Mistress Tabbi said. "She might be slightly worse for the wear, though."

"As long as she's in one piece," Dr. Joseph replied.

"Good," Mistress Tabbi said. She moaned and climaxed, shooting cum all over Mei-ling's face. "Flora. Flora. Come here and lick this off Mei-ling."

Flora looked confused, but she obeyed. Soon, she was on her knees, licking her new Mistress's cum off the other slave. "She'll do quite well, though I think she should be wearing more suitable clothing."

"I've got my eye on a very nice girl," Dr. Joseph noted. "I was thinking you might be interested."

"And what about her might be interesting to me?" Tabbi asked.

"She's full-blooded Cherokee, apparently," he said. "Quite a firecracker. I was thinking about making her into a chauffeur, but I think she's a natural lesbian. You might enjoy her."

Tabbi looked thoughtful. "I think you might be right. Why don't you send her over, and we'll see about it?"

"Done," he said. "I'll have her out here tomorrow."

Mistress Tabbi stood and reached across the desk to shake Dr. Joseph's hand. "A pleasure doing business with you, Doc. By the way, do your girls have anyone to lick their pussies for them?"

"Well, they do that for each other," Dr. Joseph said, "but I think I know where you're going with this, and I'd be happy to accept."

"Asshole," Mistress Tabbi said. "You can call yourself Keiko now. Go with Dr. Joseph here, and obey him as if he were me." The Japanese bimbo bowed and walked over to Crystal, giggling excitedly.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you to, Ms. White," Dr. Joseph said. "I hope we can be this amicable in the future."

"I think we can manage that," she replied.

"Dawn should be here by the end of business tomorrow," he said over his shoulder, as he walked out of the room. Mistress Tabbi just gave him a thumbs up, and held out a hand to one of her right-hand bimbos. "Audrey, let me have the cuffs for the slave here. Let's get started on breaking her down."

By the time Dr. Joseph left the hall, he could already hear the slave formerly known as Flora screaming in pain and pleasure. "She really does good work," he said meditatively. "She did a number on you, Crystal." The blond bimbo grinned uneasily. She remembered all her time as Mistress Tabbi's slave.

The orgies were still happening as Dr. Joseph and his bimbos left, but the participants were different. The giant orgy in the foyer seemed to center around a beleaguered Korean bimbo, who had two large dildos shoved up her ass and pussy. Her fellow bimbos seemed to be trying to cover every inch of her flesh with their grasping hands, and they were doing a pretty good job of it.

The bimbo doorkeepers let Dr. Joseph and his bimbos out through the front door, and they stepped out into the sunlight. Crystal hurried ahead to start the car, as Dr. Joseph and his newest bimbo followed behind at a more sedate pace. He stroked his chin, and pondered the good fortune that had brought Tabbi to his office.

"Well, that's life," he said musingly. "Ride in the backseat with me, Keiko, and let's see if your experience licking pussies translates to cocks."