0 comments/ 28553 views/ 27 favorites Once and Future Bimbo Pt. 01 By: DoxyTrainer I remember my brother asking me, "Sandra, why do you have to be such a bitch all the time?" I never really had a good answer, I suppose though, it's a question that doesn't really need an answer. I was a bitch in the moment, because that's how I felt in the moment, do you really need another reason to behave in a certain way? I wasn't trying to be a bitch or anything, I was just trying to get through my day. I know I'm not very pretty, most people wouldn't give me a second look. I was kind of a band geek, I did the normal things that kids do. I did the fundraisers, I did the camps, but nothing ever happens like in the movies. I never stuck an instrument in my pussy, and I never got the boy. I was skinny an overly tall awkward, and I tended to just melt into the background. So here I am, sitting at the bar with my little brother asking me why I have to be such a bitch. I'm spacing out because I can't even figure out the point in his asking. Why complain about shit that's never going to change. I mean, what's the point in it being a bitch or complaining about being a bitch? I just really can't care, because I'm always going to be invisible. Being invisible is kinda awesome. It's like a superpower even, and I got used to it. I even count on it from time to time. I just want to go on with my business. "Fuck off, dick bag." is what I told him. I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted him to go away. And predictably he did go away, he stormed out towards the door, when his head moved like it was on a swivel. He snapped his head around to watch the buxom blonde girl to the left, as he headed through the door. Her airy laughter filled the space between us. I don't know why, but it made me angry, seeing his attentions pulled by her so quickly and easily. "God damn fucking whores." I said it under my breath. I didn't mean for anybody else to hear it, I don't even know why I said it. Like I said, I didn't mean to be a bitch, things just come out that way sometimes. "Actually , she's not a Whore," a voice from behind me spoke out clearly, startling me. I jumped forward, turning towards the voice. He was a handsome man, in his late thirties or early forties. His longish, straight, glossy, black hair came down past his collar. He wasn't sleazy, his bearing was rather formal. "No, she's not a whore , she's a bimbo, there is a serious difference." Confident in my innate invisibility, I had no idea what to do when caught in such an embarrassing situation. "I, I..." "You, you what? You make assumptions, You make snap decisions about an entire person based on a look or a laugh? What qualifies you to be judge and jury? Is that a thing in this bar that I should know about? Who the fuck are you anyway?" He had me way off balance, He wasn't speaking loudly and he wasn't angry. His words were just clear and concise, commanding. I wasn't invisible anymore, I had way more attention than I knew what to do with, and all I really wanted to do was get away and disappear. "Fuck you and your opinions, fuck... " My eyes couldn't focus properly, and I sat down hard, almost falling off my bar stool. "Easy there, calm down. Pay your tab, and come back here." Pay my tab. Yes, that makes sense. I blundered to the bar, signed my bill and lumbered back to my seat. "Breathe for a moment, you're overwrought." "I'm not a bitch, it just comes out wrong." "I'm sure that's true, sit down and finish your drink." Finish it? Yes. My panties were getting wetter and wetter every time he told me what to do. "Good girl. Now follow me to the car." "I shouldn't be driving." "You won't be." Ok. "Who is this?" "She's a new toy." Oh God, it's the whore. "Fantastic! You know how I love new toys." "She won't be ready for a while, so don't pout. I think she has potential." "Follow me, honey. This toy is nice and tall, I wish I was taller." The bimbo's ass rocked up and down side to side as she walked in those punishing high heels in front of me, the swath of her blonde hair almost covering the plunge of the back of her dress. How humiliating to be near her, with all the men staring at her perfect tits and ass. Those legs, how can I be invisible with all the men staring? Those heels must be five inches tall, and that dress less than that. "Keep moving, new toy," He said, "follow Sam to the car." I don't want to go. I don't want to be here. Why am I following her? Why can't I leave? "No..." I said weakly. "I guess the compliance I dropped in your drink was too small a dosage. Well, there is always the direct approach." The jab into my ass was a minor flash of pain, compared to the burn of the fluid as it pushed into my narrow butt cheek, I could turn the moment he pulled the needle. The pain focused my mind. "You, dick!" I practically vomited in his direction, so incised with the pain I was feeling. I swung my bony fist as his face, my body moved in slow motion, stopping before I could reach him. "Relax, Dollface." "Dollface? This is the least attractive toy you've found yet. She doesn't have tits, she barely had enough ass for the shot, and look at that nose!" My eyes welled up with tears. My every flaw was on display. My body relaxed, my arm dropped to my side and I slouched four inches off my height. "Titch, Titch what a mess." He reached up thumbing his hand across my nose, Down the absence of my cleavage, And to the softness of my navel. "Undress. Leave your clothes in a pile next to the car. Show us the little you have to work with before we take you." I wanted to say no. I wanted to walk away. I pushed off my chucks, stepping on the heels of my favorite shoes as I dropped my jeans to the cobblestone. My Joy Division shirt dropped into the street on top of my pants, my ID, credit cards and cash in the pockets. You'd think I'd have been able to at least pause before stripping off my g-string. but no, the stupidest underwear to ever be mass produced came sliding off my narrow hips and flat ass like I was stepping into my bathroom shower. Not at all like I was stripping down in the warehouse district outside a limousine with my ass to an alleyway. No, the pause came when I needed to unfastened my bra, my three dollar, big box store, one clasp in the front bra. "Finish up. We don't have all night Dollface." He said, betraying a hint of impatience. My hands worked the clasp, and my tears dropped onto my belly, bypassing the flatness of my nonexistent chest. As the useless garment hit the ground, my nipples hardened in the cold and damp. "Oh big nose, you poor thing... " The bimbo, Sam, sounded truly sorry for me. Actual pity was in her voice, and that made it all worse. My tears welled, but I was unable to do anything more than obey them. "Alright, that's good, kick them into the storm drain and get in the car." Sam had climbed into the limo first, sitting in the backwards facing seat, I climbed in next the black leather cold under my naked bottom. The partition was up, the smoky glass separating us from the driver, and the handsome man closed the door. "Big nose," I could feel my blush of shame blossom over my face, "big nose, put that huge thing to good use, and fuck my pussy with it." She rolled up her already short skirt to showcase the hairless pout between her legs. I moved forward, placing my hands on her spread knees and pushed my nose deep into her cunt. My lips were less than an inch from her pale brown asshole, her skin smooth and tan over the entire hidden surface. "I said fuck me with it!" I rocked my face in and out, her juices starting to get up my nose and into my eyes, my lips buried in her asshole. "Lick it! Tongue my ass you sad little skank! Bury your face in there." Sam held my head in place, but without voluntary control over my breathing I started to smother in her fluids, even as I forced my tongue into her ass. "She does have potential," Sam quipped, "and an extraordinarily long tongue. Good girl, big nose." With the smallest amount of praise, my pussy started to get wet all over again. "She's getting turned on." He said from behind me. His hand touched the middle of my spine before his cock entered me. I hadn't been fucked in over two years, and that had turned out to be a huge joke at my expense. My pussy clenched convulsively around this stranger's cock. My juiced flowed freely down my legs. "Just so you know, Dollface, you don't get to cum. You know, as tight as her cunt is, I think I was right, she does have potential." As much as I was getting fucked, and God it had been such a long time, you'd think I could cum. Despite the drugs, despite the kidnapping my body needed to cum. I'd been on the edge, ready to pop. His cock slowly forcing me open, over and over. Sam had no such troubles, her juices blinded me, my breathing made cum bubbles from my nose which had her convulsing with laughter. "Tongue my ass, you ugly, big nosed, flat chested freak!" "Try to be nice, Sam. She's going to be with us for a while. Try not to forget your place." Sam flinched out from in front of me. I desperately tried to keep my nose in her pussy, and my tongue in her ass like I had been told to do. "Dollface, Sam is a bimbo. You don't have to obey her, you only have to obey me." Sam turned her perfect body underneath mine, and locked her full plump lips around his balls while he fucked me, her chin bumped my freakishly large clit and I'm sure my juices began to paint the chasm of her cleavage. "That's right Sam, do what you're meant to do. Be what you're meant to be." He reached over with his right hand and finger fucked her ass and pussy all the while continuing to ream the hell out of my pussy. "Should we let her cum, Sam?" Even with a mouth full of balls I understood her wholehearted no. It was half-moaned, half-mulled and all negative. "You know this won't work if she doesn't cum..." The sounds coming from Sam were sad and whiny, she was so displeased. "Dollface, I'm about to cum, and when I do, I want you to cum too." All I could think was, oh thank God, because I have never had to cum so badly in my entire life. I didn't care that he was raping me, I didn't care that he had seized control of my body, I didn't care that my humiliation was total and overwhelming. I just needed to cum. He wrapped his hands around my mouth and nose. I panicked and I tasted Sam's ass on his fingers as he cut off my air. Raw fear cut through my body, as I felt his cock throbbing within me. His hot thick semen filled my hungry cunt as my body contorted with my own long missing orgasm. "Do it now Sam." I felt the first of several intense searing injections, the first of which was in my clit, the next six around both of my nipples, and the last in the back of my neck. The fucked up thing was, my orgasm rocked my body throughout the whole time the searing solution was injected into my body. He had actually stopped fucking me at some point, that in the fuzzy haze that wrapped my brain, I had not noticed. Sam was behind me now. I faced him, and he fed me the last of his cum. Sam injected me a few times more in the pussy and the rim of my asshole. My orgasm hurt now. "Those shots, my cum, your fear, and your orgasm are a potent combination. You probably are finding it a little more difficult to think right now. This is normal. My cum is there to imprint your service upon your new Master. The rest of the brew locks your body upon its new destiny. You are to become a bimbo, like Sam, a slave to my wishes and little more than an empty headed fuck trophy. I will make you reasonable to fuck, although you may never be pretty, no one will be looking at your face. You got that Dollface? When your orgasm finishes, you should be able to move freely, and your body will redevelop in a second, more benign puberty." His hand held my face, while I swooned. "You understand, Dollface?" My body burned in every private place I had, my thoughts slowed as though I was half asleep. "Understand?" I fought to respond. "Do You understand, Dollface?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Master." "We've arrived. Get out of the car and follow three steps behind me." He's going to fuck me pretty. I'm going to be sexy for him. Master and Sam got out of the limo, I followed, happy to do as I was told. "Master?" "Quiet Dollface." The driver side door opened. What's my brother doing here? "Okay, I delivered. Remember the deal, when I find money to marry, she gets the bimbo treatment too." "That's the deal. Big sister here will change so much, that her own mother won't recognize her. You better get a move on, finding that money, your trust fund isn't going to last long." "With her gone, I'm going to inherent everything. So... I'm not all that worried. I'm glad the bitch is going to get what's coming to her." "Your sister will be well taken care of, you won't see her again unless you want to." Funny, he sold me out. "I'll be back, to enjoy your work, and of course to get my own bimbo trained." He stood in front of me. "Enjoy your life, you frigid bitch." I didn't know how to feel. I really couldn't feel much with my brains in bubble wrap. I could only do what I could do. Master walked Sam and me inside the house. I followed her round ass through the door and into the living room. Next to the plush couch was a kennel and plastic under a retractable hook in the ceiling. Sam shed her clothes as she approached the couch. Dumbly, I picked up her clothes, having nothing to take off, myself. "Master?" "Yes?" "May I suck your cock? "Yes, you may." Once and Future Bimbo Pt. 02 He bragged in my ear that whole night about his dubious and not to mention illegal bio re-engineering kit. He was vague about how he acquired it, and under the influence of that compliance drug, I wasn't in a position to ask questions. I was sure the sleazy bastard snagged it through the most shady channels possible. The manual of the kit, advertised in explicit detail, the ability to change the most unfortunate of female bodies into the bimbo ideal. I had seen the degree of success that he had had using this kit on Sam, who in the last few hours I had come to think of as bimbo prime. She was cool as hell, well her body was fucking hot, I mean, she made -my- theoretically heterosexual pussy wet just being around her. Her bubblegum pink lips, and exaggerated curves, she defied both gravity and decency in the same amounts. As far as I knew, before she was injected with materials from the kit, Sam was fairly far along the bimbo curve to begin with. She volunteered for the physical transformation of her own free will, because she loved the adoration of men in general. She commanded the attention of the boys in the bar, which made my own ability to disappear magnify, but her Master was looking to kidnap me, specifically. With all eyes on Sam, and the collective blood in the room filling the majority of cocks in the room, that was easy for him to do. I can only assume that Sam knew nothing about the mental reconditioning aspects of the treatment, or the information was conveniently omitted from the conversation, because I couldn't imagine a woman that would abdicate rationality for a bubbly personality and big tits. I was tall, skinny, and bitchy to a fault. I know that my lanky body wasn't anywhere near what people thought of as attractive, my nose way too long and my hips too narrow. I had almost no muscle definition and my size 10 shoes lent themselves to a more orthopedic look rather than high fashion. Worse yet, my tits, or lack thereof were the real scandal of my body. It was not like they didn't get the notice that puberty had come, my long thick rubbery nipples gave testimony to that, and that alone. My chest flesh was skin and bone, and I was forced to wear bras just to camouflage the monstrous spectacle of my horribly sensitive nipples. The one time I let myself get felt up, and the first time I wore a padded bra, the boy in question freaked out over how long they got when they hardened. And if I ever hear the word dicktits again, I swear their will be a murder. I had pretty much resigned myself to being a recluse, the only perk was a substantial trust fund that made everything else in my life very comfortable. My brother, just two years younger, we had our squabbles and fights like any other sibs. He and I kept separate lives for the most part. I guess I didn't know him, because my sainted little brother sold me out and delivered me to master, they took me right off the street drugging me, beginning my bimbo evolution. I think I can, at least for now, enjoy free thoughts. I can feel my free will slipping, especially in the presence of my new Master. At first that compliance drug kept me passive, until they strapped me down for the many hypodermic needles full of God knows what. They stopped giving me that drug, and at first I fought- for about a week. One morning, I just accepted what was happening to me. They didn't have even have to restrain me, except for the pain of the injections made me thrash. Through this long month of treatment, my of body raced back and forth from being numb to insanely over sensitive, with raging fevers and bone chilling fits of cold, I ache down to my bones. I'm starving. All I want to do is eat. Anything I can get my swaddled hands on, especially cum. I can't get enough of my Master's cock, and the little strength I have I would use to crawl to him and coax the sticky fluid straight from the tap. Mostly they force feed me a funny, slightly slimy porridge. It hardly tastes like anything at all, unless my master cums on it. When he does, I can smell it from across the room. Not that I get to taste it all that often, mostly it is funneled down a tube straight to my stomach. I'm going to get so fat, I'm sure of it. I haven't seen what I look like since my first injections on the first night, my face, hands, and body wrapped in gauze for two weeks now. I have hardly seen or heard another soul since my brother abandoned me here with Sam and our Master. "Okay Dollface, are you ready?" His voice was a little anxious. It was a tone and timber that I was not used to hearing, he was usually so self assured. What could my answer ever be, but yes, my existence so thoroughly under his control. He'd strapped me to the table again. His clothes must have been covered by crinkly plastic, obviously this was not his most fashionable hour. "Hold still while I cut some of the wrap off." The hospital scissors were ice cold against my skin under my arm as he snipped layers of cloth away. "Looks like I'm right on time. This should help you breathe a little." The abbreviation in the bandages that bound my chest, absolutely helped me to breathe. I hadn't realized how tight the bandages had become. "Now, don't cry, there are a few more injections. It will all be over soon." The searing burn of the injection in the area underneath my right nipple caused me to squirm on the table. He was trying to pacify me, but I knew that a few more meant at least a dozen, maybe more if he was going to do the injection battery around my asshole. "Stop moving. If I break a needle, you are completely screwed. Understand?" I nodded, and I did my best to stay still as he injected the hours of the clock around The circumference of my pebbled areola. Tears streamed from my eyes as he put down the syringe and picked up a second, repeating the injections around my left nipple. He lifted my feet and ankles into the stirrups of the table, separating my knees from each other. Again the scissors did their job, making short work of the gauze covering my pussy and hips. "You know Dollface, this shit is amazing. Gene therapy is cool and all, but the dude who cracked the bimbo code is my personal hero. I would have paid your trust fund twice over to get my hands on it." He slid a needle into my clit for the second time today. I could almost predict where the needles were going next, this daily ritual of injections had been consistent for the last thirty or so days. "The book says that I could lessen the pain of injections by asking you to imagine that it is the sensation of an orgasm, the compliance aspect of the kit enables your master to alter your perception of the world with a few well placed words. We could have done that, but your brother said that he wanted you to to feel it all, even though he knew the pain of remodeling bone would be excruciating. What did you do to piss him off?" My answer was lost in my cry of pain. "Anyway, this set of injections is supposed to make the hair follicles die, leaving the skin bright and polished in appearance, we could actually change your skin pigmentation if we had the right stuff in this kit. One syringe injection per limb, at the armpit and cunt another if the depilatory process is patchy. It ought to leave your scalp alone unless I inject it." I barely acknowledged him for the searing sensation racing through my body. As he slipped the needles in between my toes, I wanted to hate my brother, but as the fire spread to my knees and master continued to inject the arches of my feet, the feelings of loathing slipped away. I wanted to hate my master, but my clit and nipples throbbed when I thought of him. "Let's finish up with this little beauty for today." He cut the bandages from my lips. "These hypos should shape your lips into a perfect cock sucking mouth, two cc's in the upper lip, three in the lower, and the balance in the tongue. No injections in your cheekbones today though, you were very brave yesterday when we changed your eye color." The nightmare experience of having a needle full of fire pushed into my eyeball, would be enough to keep me awake at night forever. I tried not to imagine where the forceps came from as he fished out my tongue. These injections had caused it to swell inside my mouth, there was no way I would be able to speak or complain at all now. "Oh shit, well I guess that rules out a blow job today, but your pussy should be nice and tight." After stripping off his protective garments, I could hear him stroke his cock erect fairly quickly. He had a respectable dick, not quite as big around as a beer can, but easily as thick as an energy drink and one and a half as long. "I read in the manual that as long as you maintain a steady diet of man cum, you won't ovulate. That guy thought of everything." He slapped his Billy club of a dick on the screaming knot of pain I called my clit, until he rubbed the head of his cock in the folds of my swollen pussy lips. He began to thrust, and because of the pain, I passed out. **************************** I awoke to the sensation of tugging, and Sam roughly cut and removed the cloth that swaddled my flesh. I could hear in her breathing that she was upset, and I could certainly feel it in the way she was handling my care. While I couldn't see her for the wrapping over my eyes, I felt her tears hitting the gauze. I could barely speak with my tongue and lips still feeling swollen, even if my mouth and jaw were not wrapped up, I don't think at the moment I could have managed it. I felt a terrible empathy with the pain she was feeling, and that was Bullshit because any other day of my life I'd never give a shit about bimbo tears. The cool air of the room felt good on my skin, my hands and feet had stopped throbbing. I was pretty sure they both had left the shame of my tits on display to mock me. I hadn't noticed how rough the gauze had become on my hips, until I was free. Sam had cut loose my legs and was working the scissors up the side of my hip toward my armpit. I wished they would just get it over with and remove the wrap from my eyes so that I could at least see what was going on! Sam had cut free every part of my body but my face. It sounded like she had calmed down, the quiet crying had stopped. "You know, this doesn't always work out. Sometimes you might come out horribly deformed. Sometimes somebody switches the syringes on the tray. You just never know." She tightened the restraints holding my wrists, neck, and waist to the table. She began to sponge my skin down, washing me, and I felt cooler on the skin she had finished attending. She scrubbed my legs, feet, and roughly scoured my pussy without any trace of kindness. "I have a plan b, just in case that happens don't you worry. There, all that nasty body hair is all gone. " The light on my eyes was blinding as she cut my face free. The shock in her sharp intake of breath chilled my bones. When my eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing I noticed was that I no longer needed my glasses to see! Sam, however, was all sadness and pity faced. She gingerly scrubbed my face. There was no pattern to this care, and some spots she focused upon and others she barely touched. "Oh dear. Nothing to be done about that. But don't worry, you were his Dollface before, and now you will be forever after." She opened a box out of the line of my sight. I saw the inside of a half mask, the moment before it settled on my face. Sam, her double D tits hanging in my face, locked the form fitting ceramic into place behind my head. In a bizarrely maternal moment, combed and brushed my hair around the straps. "I would have got you a full mask, but we still have to make some use out of that mouth of yours. Take my advice. Don't ever remove it, for your own good, don't look. And God, don't let anyone you're fucking see what you really look like under there, not if you want to keep fucking them." I didn't know what to do, I mean, illegal gene therapy could have done anything to me. I know that I feel different, that I feel stronger, there is a weight on my chest and even my hair has changed. "th-thank you for the mask. I appreciate your kindness." "Don't worry about it. Helping you to hide that face is a public service." The shame that washed over me filled places I never knew I had, as she secured the mask in place. "I'm going to let you loose now. You're going to have to adjust to the changes in your body. Take one thing at a time." She released the straps at my wrists and ankles first, followed by the restraints at my waist, chest, and throat. The mask on my face did very little to limit my vision, and I couldn't tell what of many things was causing all of the disorienting sensations I was experiencing. "Sit up slowly, dumb bitch, don't move too fast. And for god sake, take that first step carefully otherwise you're going to fall flat on your fucking tits." I followed her advice, thinking, well She's been through this once herself already, and I sat up slowly. I wasn't prepared for there to be a full length mirror In front of the restraint board. The swaddle of gauze, body hair, and bandages that my body shed, looked like the wrap of a mummy, or a cocoon. On the table sat a leggy dangerous looking raven haired temptress In a midnight blue porcelain mask. The gene therapy had changed even the arrangements of the bones in my feet, which now looked perfect and dainty, high arched and narrow instead of knobby and flat. The flair of my hips, yes now I had hips, underscored and complimented my gravity defying tits. The only thing that hadn't changed were those ridiculously thick nipples, that still stood abruptly at attention, pointing up at the ceiling. The porcelain mask covered the high part of my cheekbones, my eyes, nose, and most of my forehead into my hairline. It gave me the appearance of an old and deeply disturbing Doll with golden painted features. My lips were lusciously full and dark red, my eyes had changed color, to an intense and speckled deep dark purple. The reflected image appear to be in shock, and the woman there, her mouth dropped open revealing perfect white teeth. My mouth dry, I licked my lips And my tongue unrolled reaching all the way down to my chin. The shock of seeing that, caused me to reflexively pull it back into my mouth. "You'll get used to it. Now we have to get you walking before we can get you fucking. Take these, you'll need them. You won't be able to get very far without them." The shoes she handed to me were the tallest stilettos I had ever seen, I had no idea that heels could even be so ridiculously tall. The glossy black leather reflected the shine of the room as I reached for them, my hands, graceful shapely, not bony or thin caught my full attention. Everything about me had changed, jet black hair, perfect skin, perfect everything except for what was under the mask. "Just take the damn shoes, fuckerella. I have better things to do with my time." I took the shoes without a word, and reached down forever to reach my feet, perfect pink toes, beautiful nails. Gone was the split toenail on my left big toe from the bucket of paint my brother dropped on me when I was six, gone were the painful flat arches. I tried to take in all the differences, some thing I was missing... The little toes from my feet were both gone! I wiggled my toes, and I didn't feel less, for the lack of them. The shoes slipped on easily, they fit well, and my normally clumsy fingers did exactly what they were told. The perfect ovals of my fingernails stopped at my fingertips, they shone luminescent like my shoes. "Alright Bimbostein, let's try standing." "What happened to my toes?" "I doubt you'll miss them." Tall before in bare feet, and taller still in these heels, maybe taller than I knew after my transformation, I took my first step as a bimbo. I ran my hands up my long legs, across my effortlessly flat stomach, and cupped my underbust. My legs, ass, lower back, felt so strong. I knew this as I lifted the mass of my newly developed tits and ass into the air and off the table. I had no idea how tall I was, but I felt like I towered above the floor. I towered above Sam. I was taller, thinner, with fuller tits and hips. My naked body was hairless, except for the shock of long black hair streaming from the crown of my head to the middle of my back. My skin was pale and creamy, the muscles in the reflection, well defined and graceful, my balance absolute despite missing toes. I felt as if I could leap straight up in the air passed a mark over my head. Sam was right about at least one thing, I doubted that I'd be able to stand again barefoot like a normal person, my feet and ankles had purposely been altered to walk in heels of this height. My reflection in the mirror, at my standing height, I could only see from my nipples down. I was looking at the body of a goddess. I touched my face, the mask covering my face. "Don't take that off." And the spell was broken. "Don't ever take that off." She gestured at my face, she looked heavier, and darker than my pale skin. She was not as perfect as I recalled. She had not received the entire battery of injections! She was not what I was, she was still more or less human. "Let's get a feeling for your new sizes, I know your shoes are a nice 8 1/2 - 9, but we couldn't measure you properly laying down. 6' 1" Hold still." She whipped the fabric ruler across my hips, waist, underbust, and tits. "38-25-35. I think You're at least a 32G. Step on the scale. 138 lb" Not that I had to be told, but my tits far eclipsed my bimbo mentor's and they had no demand for a bra to showcase them. I would have laughed, but my tits were literally in Sam's face. "Stick out your tongue as far as you can." My tongue felt like a thick muscled wet rope pushing out between my lips. It disgusted me. "Eight inches. Point your tongue, nine and a half. Lick your neck, good. Lick your left ear. Good. Wrap your tongue around my fingers. Good." As she put me through my paces, I was amazed at how dexterous and strong my tongue actually was. "Good. Pull is back inside, try doing it by smiling, that usually works. Later I want you to practice touching your chin, ears, and nipples with your tongue to practice control over how much you extrude. You don't want to attract the wrong kind of attention out in public." I smiled broadly, felt the mask rise a little on my higher set cheekbones, and I was able to retract the length of my tongue back into my throat. "So! How are my favorite girls getting along?" Sam and I fell immediately to our knees at his feet. I spread my legs and extended my arms palms up. I looked to his boots and could not find it in myself to look him in the face. My breath quickened and the juices of my pussy gathered with his words. "What is the story with the mask, Sam?" He gestured to my face. Even on my knees, sitting on the floor presenting my body to him, my head was at the same height as his belt buckle. "Her face was disfigured, something in the injection battery, I did what I needed to make her acceptable." She looked up from the floor almost imperceptibly. "A good job you did too, Dollface? Fantastic. Does it interfere with her function?" Sam turned to look down in my direction. "I'm not sure. But all indications are no." "Has she been measured for clothes and gear? "Yes sir, 6' 1", 38-25-35 32G. Barely 138 pounds" "Excellent, Sam. Dollface..." "Yes Master?" "Come here." I crawled to him on my hands and knees, and lay my hands at his feet. I didn't trust my voice or my body, both seemed to be running without my consent. "Stand for inspection." Once and Future Bimbo Pt. 02 "Yes Sir." Impossibly, I pulled one knee forward into the cleavage between my enormous breasts, I stepped up from being prostrated before him to a standing position with my fingers laced behind my long neck. I steadied my breathing, each breath translating to a massive upheaval of my new perfect tits. "Good... Flexible, coordinated, good muscle tone, and complexion, this is almost everything I hoped for." His hands cupped my tits, his thumbs ran circles around my nipples causing me to swoon. A single drop of pussy juice hit the cement. "Oh, very good Dollface, your physical conditioning is fantastic." Circling around my body with his fingers traveling around my hip and down my newly rounded cheek, he spread my ass dipping his fingers into my nether hole. "Resistant, yet yielding," he slowly inserted additional digits, "dilation without any signs of pain, let's see..." He knelt behind me, four fingers, and a thumb, my entire body rocked as he fisted my ass. My pre-bimbo mind would not have even been able to conceive of such a thing happening, much less be able to enjoy it. "Clean my hand." He withdrew his hand without ceremony, and the wet sound of my body's lubrication. He teased my asshole. "The tissue is returning to shape fairly quickly." He presented his hand to my face, and my tongue unrolled to cleanse his hand and wrist of my juices. While he fingered my pouty pussy lips. My entire body was on the edge of exploding into orgasm, the drop of juice on the floor was now a puddle. My tongue wrapped his fingers and I sucked them all like they were little cocks. He touched the hollows of my cheeks with the back of his curled fingers. He had touched and explored more of my body than I had- "The mask is warm, not at all what I expected. Dollface, turn around, do a back bend and suck my cock." As my body moved without the instruction of my brain, I thought, maybe this is the essence of what a bimbo truly is. It's action without thinking, being present in the moment, and feeling every sensation completely. I turned around, bent over backwards, held myself up on one hand, and unzipped my master with the other. I gently drew out his cock and balls, holding their heat in my hand before drawing his semi-hard meat into my mouth until his balls rested on my mask. Not satisfied with that for some reason, I wrapped my tongue around his sack, and drew the rest of him into my mouth. Cock and balls in my mouth, his erection crept down my throat. Massaging the entirety of his manhood with my tongue and mouth my happiness came bursting forth, humming in my body and more pointedly my throat. He groaned his approval as he fondled my breast and ran his hand down the hardness of my abs. I arched my back further, and his fingers grazed my clit. I whimpered. He came. "Fucking Gods of science!" He wrapped both his hands around my throat, choking off my air as he pumped my face, his asshole right over my eye. "Kneel in front of me." He let go of my neck, but continued to come, and I was unwilling to let him go. So I turned my body with his cock and balls still in my mouth, until I was kneeling in front of him as instructed. "Good girl." I swooned. "Tongue my ass. That's it, deeper, perfect. Oh!" I flailed my tongue against his prostate, swallowing hard on his balls. Milking his boy button, he came again in a continuous stream down my throat. I smiled at my master as he trembled above me, his hands holding my shoulders to keep himself from falling. "Clean her up, go shopping for some clothes and gear. Pay the usual way. We have a schedule to meet."