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Bimbo Factory

By: AndrewJackson



Chapter 1.

Girl's night out

It was Friday night, and I was looking forward to seeing my friends tonight. It was our regular thing - six of us got together for pasta and wine at an inexpensive Italian place everyone liked. Ok - there are supposed to be six of us. On any given week, there usually were a couple that couldn't make it, leaving the remaining four to catch up with each other and gossip about the others. Keeping the rumors under control is always a big incentive, so I tried to be there. Besides, I had split up with my boyfriend, so there wasn't anything else to do anyway.

None of us had been out of college for more than 3 years, and we were finding that it was hard to adjust to working in an office. My job was dull and repetitive, but Dad kept telling me that I had to expect that. Spend my life working in a cubicle and looking forward to my two weeks of vacation every year? No thanks. But what choices did I have? Marry a meal ticket? That could be worse.

I also found that it was hard to meet guys. In college, there were cute guys everywhere you turned. Now the pickings were slim indeed. Nobody to see for a cup of coffee, let alone take home and fuck. So it was girls' night out, and I was determined to have fun. I rolled my 6 year old Honda into the parking lot, and slid into our usual booth 5 minutes late.

"Marsha! Glad you made it! I love that top!"

"Thanks," I muttered. "I got it on sale at Macy's last month. I thought it was kind of cute. I really like that purse of yours. Is it real?"

"I kind of doubt it," Sandy replied. "I bought it off of a sidewalk vendor for $30. I think that the one in Tiffany's goes for $750. If I used a purse for years, I might buy the real one. But they go out of fashion so fast, it just isn't worth it. How's life without Mike?"

"Oh, I'm better off without him. When I found out he was fucking somebody else, it was over." Kendra and Ellen slid into our booth. "Have you guys ordered yet? Did we miss anything?"

Sandy broke into the conversation. "Well, this is our group tonight. Cathy is visiting her folks, and Sasha has that hot date she told us about last week."

"How come Sasha seems to get all the hot guys? Her boobs are the same size as mine."

"I asked her the same thing. She gave me this wicked smile, and said that she's learned how to enjoy anal sex. Says that it drives the guys wild - they seem to love putting their dicks in her butt."

"Gross. How can you enjoy that?"

"Who knows. Speaking of weird - dig this. The new Cosmo came yesterday. Check it out - an article about a place near Cancun called The Bimbo Factory. Says that chicks go in normal, and come out as...."

"Get real. There's a place in Mexico that makes Bimbos? How do you make a bimbo? Who would ever want to be a bimbo?"

"Not like that. The article says that they get you in shape, give you a boob job, and teach you how to be hot in bed. Seriously!"

"They have to come up with a better name than that!"

"Maybe Sasha's an alum?"

"I can't believe this. How long does it take become a bimbo?"

"Well, the article says it takes an average of 6 months, and they even have a job placement service! Can you believe that?"

"What kind of jobs would you get as a bimbo?"

"Fuck toys or porn stars, I guess. What else?"

"I dunno. Ooo... I have an idea. Is there a phone number to call?"

'Let's see. Here it is. 1-800-4-BIMBOS. Why? You gonna quit your job and become a bimbo?"

"Nah. Let's draw straws. The one with the shortest straw has to call the number, ask a lot of questions, pretend to be interested, and get them to send a brochure or DVD or something."

So Kendra cuts her straw into 4 pieces of various lengths, and calls the waitress over. "Can you mix these up and hold them up so we can draw straws?" The waitress helps us out, and we each pick one.

Of course, I draw the short one. The others think it is hysterical. Marsha, with the mousy brown hair and the small tits is going to call the Bimbo Factory and learn how to become a bimbo. The rest of the night, they tell me what to ask. 

"Are all bimbos blonde?"

"Are they horny all the time?"

"Do the classes teach you how to fuck with your butt? Does the guy get your shit on his prick?"

"Does everyone get a boob job?"

It really was insufferable. And I was miserable. I had to make that call, and I couldn't come back to our Friday night thing until I had the inside scoop. So I had this horrible pit feeling every time I thought about it. I had to call, but I hated the idea. But I was kind of curious too, in a slightly horrified sort of way. 

I put it off until Monday. At lunch, I went outside to a secluded spot with my food, pulled out my cell, and called the number.

"Bimbo Factory".

"Uh... hello. I saw the article in this month's Cosmo. Is there someone I could talk to and get some more information?"

"One moment - let me transfer you to our admissions department."

"Admissions. This is Barb. How can I help you?"

"Uh... hello. I saw the article in this month's Cosmo, and I was curious. Can you answer a few questions?"

"Sure. That article you mentioned has generated a lot of calls - not all of which are legitimate, I might add."

"I expect you do get a lot of weird calls. I'm curious. The article says you help chicks get in shape, prescribe any necessary drugs, offer cosmetic surgery if desired, and provide a variety of sex classes. Is that right?"

"That's a fair summary of what we do, yes."

"Well I think I understand the diet and exercise bit. But what do you mean by 'prescribe any necessary drugs'?" 

"When you start, we give you a complete physical and set of blood tests. We find that many women have an undiagnosed hormonal imbalance that results in a loss of sexual appetite. But there could be other issues that are uncovered, too. Anyway, the doctor goes over the results with you, and they discuss a therapy to restore proper balance if one is required. Sometimes they also prescribe drugs to improve your skin, make your hair shiny, or grow thicker eyelashes. Depends on what you want."

"You make them horny all the time?"

"That's a crude way of putting it. But yes."

"No mind-altering stuff?"

"Oh goodness no. The women that enroll in the program don't come because they want their minds altered. They come because they want to be sexier, and learn how to use their sex appeal to get what they want."

"Are all of your graduates blonde?"

"Of course not. That's a silly stereotype. Some are, of course. But most keep their natural hair color."

"Do they all get boob jobs?"

"Many do. But some want to be high fashion models, and the agencies like skinny women with long legs and small breasts. Others like their breasts just the way they are. It is just a stupid stereotype that women need big breasts to be sexy.

"But virtually all of our students elect to have some cosmetic procedures done. Most get laser treatments to remove body hair or birthmarks. Others have lipo to take care of problem areas when diet and exercise aren't quite enough. There's a very long list of things that can be done."

"What sorts of jobs do they get when they graduate?"

"Our placement agency works very hard to find the appropriate position for each of our graduates. I would say that modeling and acting are the most popular choices. Some work in the adult entertainment industry, but they are in the minority. Some even go back to their old jobs with their old company, but a new outlook."

I couldn't imagine that. Take a leave of absence, become a bimbo, and then return to my cubicle on the 11th floor. No chance anyone would do that. "Why would someone want to go back to their old job?" I ask.

"I suppose it is because they like their job and the people they work with." Barb replied.

"Perhaps." After a short pause, I have another question.

"What does it cost?"

"Our base fee is $8500 a month. That covers room and board, classes, and weekly skin treatments at our laser skin center. Drugs and other cosmetic procedures are extra, but generally cost about half what they would cost in the US. Some of the drugs and cosmetic surgery procedures aren't available anywhere else. The average stay is about 6 months. Women that are in terrific shape when they arrive and elect fewer cosmetic procedures can finish in as little as 3 months. Some stay longer to grow natural breasts and to take every class we offer."

"Grow natural breasts?"

"That's right. We've developed a hormone regimen that mimics what your body produces when you're 15. It makes your breasts grow. Something we're very proud of."

"How fast do they grow?"

"It takes a while. Perhaps 1 cup size every 6 months. But if you want large, natural breasts, it is the only way to go."

"That's a long time."

"Perhaps. But it is about how fast girls grow when they are 15."

Hmm... $8500 a month for 6 months to gain 1 cup size. No thanks. "You mentioned classes. What kind of classes?

"We offer a wide-ranging curriculum. Students have some required classes, like Flirting and Foreplay. We offer classes that teach every type of sexual technique."

I tried to stifle a snicker. "Do the classes have a lab section, like my science classes in college?"

"Every class gives the students an opportunity to practice what they learn. Students sometimes practice with upper level students from The Stud Farm, our facility for men here in Cancun."

Get real. Sounds like the class on oral sex would have everyone giving strange guys a blowjob. I don't think I could handle that. What's this about a Stud Farm? A Bimbo Factory for guys? What kind of plastic surgery do they get? I am not sure I want to know.

"Do you have a DVD or brochure you can send?"

"We don't send out DVDs. But all of the information is available on our website: http://www.bimbofactory.edu. If you decide to apply, we give you a decision within a week. And even if you are accepted, you still must pass a physical to enroll."

"What is the acceptance rate?"

"We accept about 30% of those that apply. Of these, about 3/4ths end up enrolling in the program. Our graduation rate is about 70%."

"Wow. That's pretty selective. Why are people turned away?"

"Some are too old, or hopelessly out of shape, or have some other medical condition. But the biggest reason is that they aren't psychologically suited to the program. They think that we can fix their marriage or bring their boyfriend back. We can't. But we can give you a terrific body, teach you how to have great sex, and launch you on an exciting career.

"Just so you know - the application fee is $1200. That includes a complete physical exam, a tour and an overnight stay here at the Bimbo Factory. You'll have an escort from the Stud Farm, our facility for men across town."

"Why would I need an escort?"

"Oh, you don't NEED an escort. But most applicants enjoy having a really cute guy to hang around with. It makes the experience more fun. It is also good practice for the guys at the Stud Farm - they're learning how to please women, and the first-time visitors are a good learning experience for them too. If you don't want an escort, you can always tell him to get lost. But that's never happened."

"Thanks. I'll have to think about it."

"Take your time. It was a pleasure to talk to you. If you have any more questions, I am at extension 227. Bye."

I wanted to call my friends right away to give them all the details, but thought it would be more fun to wait till I saw them on Friday night. On Thursday, Sandy called.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself."

"You call the Bimbo Factory yet?"

"Maybe..."

"You gonna tell me about it?"

"Well, I guess you'll have to come tomorrow to find out."

"Give me a break. You call them or not?"

"Maybe..."

"C'mon. I have to tell everyone else so they show up."

"I guess you'll have to wait till tomorrow."

"You're horrid."

I grinned at the cell phone. This is gonna be rich.

On Friday, I show up 10 minutes late. Like me, everyone is a little fascinated, a little horrified. We spent most of the time talking about who might want to become a bimbo.

"The chick on the phone said that their students fuck the guys at the Stud Farm and get a job as a centerfold or a porn star."

"Who would want to be a porn star? Centerfold? Maybe. But not a porn star." Did she say anything about being a fuck toy?"

"No mention of being a fuck toy. Said they charge a $1200 admission fee. You go to Cancun, get a physical, talk to a psychologist. Then they give you an escort from "The Stud Farm" to show you around."

"That's rich. What does the guy do? Fuck you all night?"

"They wouldn't say. I guess if you want to fuck, he'd be happy to take care of you. But if you don't want to fuck, he'll do whatever you want."

"That's probably worth the admission fee right there. But who wants to be a porn star? That's disgusting."

"I'd skip the porn star bit too. But fucking a bunch of hunks every day for 6 months doesn't sound so bad. And making them want to fuck me by just walking in the room? That would be kind of cool. But I am not about to drop $50K on a boob job and sex classes."

I agreed with Ellen. Who had $50K to spend on a boob job and sex classes? But the chick on the phone made it sound like a lot more than that. I knew I'd never be a hottie with just a boob job and sex classes. But when you put the whole program together, maybe...

Chapter 2

Did I dare?

Did I think about the Bimbo Factory? Yep. All the time. I'll admit it - it became an obsession. Did I want to be a bimbo? No. Did I want all the cute guys to want me? You bet.

But I couldn't possibly... I mean... Really.... How would I explain it to my friends or family? Nah...

But every time I'd think about it I'd get wet and turned on. At work, I'd go in the restroom and play with my clit. I'd try to be quiet so I wouldn't create a scene. At home, I had a nice fat dildo to keep me company, and I could make more noise if I wanted to. Sometimes I'd stick it up my ass - I hated to admit it, but that felt pretty good. 

Sometimes I'd stuff my dress with padding to see what I'd look like with big boobs. I got myself a blonde wig and a fishnet body stocking, suck on my dildo and play with myself. I wanted a real cock, but would panic when I saw a cute guy. So I'd dive into a book, and ignore him, hoping he would go away. He always did. Then I'd always go home to my fantasies and my toy.

After 6 months of this, I was desperate. Then I got a pink slip at work. Corporate merger. When they hired me, I got some stock options. After the taxes were paid, the options and the severance pay came to $85K.

Enough to pay for the Bimbo Factory. Shit.

I was lonely and out of work. I had the money. I had the time. But could I do it? I didn't know. But I figured that there was no harm in checking it out, so I called back and punched in extension 227.

"Admissions. This is Barb."

"Uh... hello. I talked to you a few months ago."

"I didn't catch your name."

"Uh... Marsha. Marsha Connolly."

"Oh yes... We talked on March 22. Have you given it some more thought?"

"I guess so. My company just was bought out, and I was let go. They gave me a nice severance package, though. It means I have the time and the money - I thought I could send you an application and check it out."

"Sorry that you lost your job, Marsha. But I'm glad you'll consider the Bimbo Factory. Can you give me your email address? I can email you the application, so you can fill it out and give me your credit card information. Once I get the application and the fee, I can make all of the arrangements."

I sent in the application the following day. Three days later she called back. True to her word, Barb arranged for a visit the following Friday. I was to fly to Cancun on Thursday night, and would be met by their driver at the airport. I'd spend the night, and have a series of appointments the following day. I fly home the following night.

Was I nervous? You bet. But I kept telling myself that I was making no decisions, I was just checking the place out. I'd be gone only a couple of days, and would be back before anyone knew I was gone. So I packed a small bag, and boarded the plane. Somehow, though, I kept thinking about this "escort" they were going to give me. Would he be cute? Probably. Did I want to fuck him? No - certainly not without getting to know him first. I just wasn't comfortable hopping in the sack with some guy because... well, you know.

Chapter 3.

Admissions Application

I landed in Cancun and went through customs then collected my bag. I left baggage claim, and scanned the waiting crowd. A gorgeous hunk with a dazzling smile was standing there, holding a card with "Connolly" in big block letters. My ride.

"I'm Marsha. You here to pick me up?"

"Marsha? Pleased to meet you. I'm Mike. Here, let me take your bag. The car's parked in the limo lot across the street. Would you like to walk, or shall I bring the car around for you?"

"Walking sounds great. A little exercise would do me good."

"Wonderful. Follow me."

Mike leads me out the double doors to the car. I follow his cute little behind. He is built. Strong wide shoulders, nice muscles, tiny waist. I guess he is about 28 or 30. The sort of guy you dream about fucking, that makes you flirt without thinking. I wish I had fixed my makeup in the bathroom before picking up my bag.

I sit in the back of the black car, and make small talk.

"Do you work for the school?" I can't bring myself to say "Bimbo Factory".

"Actually, no. I'm a student at the Stud Farm. I've been here about 5 months. They found me a job, and I am set to graduate next month."

"Really?" Suddenly I am full of questions. Which ones should I ask first?

"Why did you come?"

Mike chuckled a bit before answering. "I was working as a programmer for a tech company, and bored out of my skull. I couldn't get a date. I had the cash, and I thought I could use a makeover."

"You couldn't get a date? I can't believe that.

"It's true. I had never been to a gym, didn't play sports. My teeth were yellow from too much coffee, and I was starting to grow a beer gut. Since I got here, they've worked my butt off. Lots of exercise, strict diet, the whole bit. It has given me a lot more confidence."

I didn't feel comfortable asking too many super personal questions. So I tried to play it safe.

"They helped you find a job?"

"Oh yes - lots of jobs to choose from. I'll be working as a personal assistant for a Hollywood star. She wanted a guy for a personal driver, someone to fuck when she wanted. She was very particular - she wanted a guy with a big dick, but not too big, a guy that would go slow and an expert at oral sex. We fucked for two hours, and she came 5 or 6 times. She said I was the right size, but a bit clumsy at oral sex. And I knew nothing about being a chauffeur. She offered me the job, and let me finish the program before starting work. So I am practicing the limo driver bit and taking an advanced oral class. I graduate at the end of the month."

I am speechless. This hunk of a guy talks about sex in the most carefree way, with no reservations or inhibitions at all. I am shocked. I mean, I don't know him, and he is talking about fucking a famous actress for hours. Does everyone here talk about sex this way? Could I fit in? I didn't know - and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. But I thought I could at least play along.

"For her, how big was too big?"

"I am not really sure. She didn't say. Some guys at the Stud Farm end up with really big dicks - 12" or so. She said that the huge guys just make her sore. I'm about 9" - bigger than normal, but not so big that I make her really sore. Just a nice tight fit."

Twelve inches? Nine inches? In my high school biology class, I was told that virtually every guy was between 5 and 7 inches. How does a guy "end up" with a foot long cock? I am too embarrassed to ask. I don't think I could take nine inches. And I don't want to try, thank you very much. A foot of cock? No thanks.


Bimbo Factory



We arrived at the Bimbo Factory. It was a collection of perhaps 8 or 10 buildings - a couple of small residences, a dining room, a gym, a couple of classroom buildings, and a few more. Mike dropped me off at the admin building, next to the Red residence hall. I went to the admissions department. Barb was waiting for me.

Barb was breathtaking. She had one of those bodies that could take a guy away from anyone. Fabulous shape. Long, streaky blonde hair. Golden brown tan. Her tight top had a deep, plunging neckline that showed her perfect tits. No extra fat anywhere. Slim hips that you'd expect to see on a high school sophomore. Long, long legs that seemed to never end.

"Marsha! I'm glad you made it. Flight went ok?"

"Oh yeah - the flight was fine. Tiring - but fine. Worked here long?"

"I graduated last year. They offered me a job in admissions, and I took it. I like talking to people on the phone and managing the application process for them. I usually spend some time with folks when they first get here, check them into their room, and answer any questions they might have. Got any questions for me?"

"Lots of questions. But I expect I'll get lots of answers over the next couple of days."

"Try me."

"Well, like my driver said that some guys at the "Stud Factory" have a 12" dick. How is that possible?"

"Stud Farm. I am not sure I know all of the details. But from what I understand, there is a drug regimen available at the Stud Farm that makes them grow."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Why do guys want a big cock?"

"From my perspective, I'd say that a big cock feels better than a small one. But if you want to know why a guy wants a big cock, you should ask him."

"I couldn't ask a guy that. I'd be too embarrassed."

"Oh, you'll get over that. But a guy with a big cock can be very stimulating."

I open my mouth - and then shut it again. This gorgeous chick is telling me that she likes guys with big cocks. Really big cocks. Unreal.

"Look. I am not all that familiar with the Stud Farm. But I did spend seven months here at the Bimbo Factory, so I know something about it. Why don't I just tell you about my experience, and show you what I had done. You can ask your questions as we go along. That Ok?"

"Uh... ok."

"I looked a lot like you when I arrived. I was 5' 7", and weighed 165. 34B - 33 - 38. Aren't you about the same?"

I blushed. "Those are my measurements, too. Only difference is that I weigh 160, and I'm 5' 8". But I must say that I don't believe you. Those aren't your measurements now!"

"Goodness no. Today, I weigh 135, and I'm 38DD - 27 - 34. Don't believe me? Here's a picture of me when I was admitted."

So Barb pulls out an old picture. Similar face - you see the resemblance right away, if you look past the makeup, the smile, the nose, the teeth, the boobs, the skin, the hair, the ass... if you look past everything. But the gal in the picture looks like she was in her early 40s. Barb looks like late 20s now. There is a resemblance, but the change would require a time machine running backwards. I was shocked.

"What happened?"

"I spent 2 hours a day in the gym for 7 months. Every cardio workout imaginable - you name it, I did it. The fitness instructor spent lots of time helping me with weight training, too. Made a big difference in my muscle tone.

"The nutritionist put me on a very strict diet. 1200 calories a day, and all I got were veggies, whole grains, and protein. I forgot what butter tastes like. Ice cream? I still dream about ice cream. 

"They did a blood workup. Put together a drug program that was designed to increase my sex drive, to make my body respond to the workouts more quickly, and to tighten my skin a little. It worked.

"Then I got a boob job." She stands up and pulls off her top, and shows off the most perfect pair of tits I'd ever seen. "They gave me 450cc implants, overfilled them with 500cc of silicone, and placed them under the muscle. Inserted the implants through a small incision below my nipples. Look closely - you can't see any scar. Go ahead - grab my tits. Come on - don't be shy. That's it. See how they feel? Firm and soft at the same time. By placing the implants the way they did, and using silicone instead of saline, I found don't need a bra. Aren't they nice?"

I am blushing like crazy. I squeeze her tits because she insists. They feel great, I have to admit. "They're amazing..." I reply.

"After the boob job, they did some minor surgery on my pussy, giving me some additional muscle control. The fitness center taught me some exercises so I can pick up and grab things with my cunt. Here, let me show you."

So she pulls off her thong, opens a drawer, and grabs a fat rubber dildo. Puts a little lube on it, and sets it on the table. She lowers her snatch over the head of the toy, but doesn't push down any further. But to my amazement, I see the dildo lift off the table, and disappear into her twat. Then it starts to move in and out, fucking her gently. But she's not touching it - it moves in and out on its own.

"What kind of dildo is THAT?"

"A simple rubber one. Let me show you." She reaches down, pulls it out of her cunt, and hands the obscene slick thing to me. I take it. I have no choice. She's right - it's a simple, rubber dildo. I ask for a Kleenex.

"They taught me how to grab stuff with my cunt. When I fuck a guy, I can grab him, pull him inside, and massage his prick. When he cums, I can milk every drop out of him. Drives them crazy.

"I had a thick bush of pubic hair, very hairy legs, and had to shave every day. We have a state-of-the-art laser treatment center for the skin. Everybody has a weekly appointments; it is included in the monthly fee. They remove hair, moles, birthmarks, and acne scars. They take off stretch marks and tattoos you don't want anymore. After all that, they gave me a permanent, golden tan. Now I have perfect skin -- it looks like the airbrushed pictures in a magazine.

"I had dull brown hair, so they dyed and streaked it. Diet supplements made the hair shine, and helped my eyelashes and nails grow out properly. Lipo took out the fatty deposits under my chin, flattened my tummy and got rid of the love handles. 

"The drugs, diet, and exercise did wonders. The hormones made me very horny and the skin medications tightened up my skin and got rid of all the little sags and bags. 

"I decided against a tongue piercing or nipple rings, but I think a belly button piercing is pretty, and a got a clit ring because it makes it easier to cum when you're fucking a clumsy lover. The surgery made my clit stand out more - makes it more fun to play with.

"It used to take me an hour to get ready in the morning. Now it's half that. I don't have to shave anything, and I usually skip the makeup. Wash the hair, use conditioner, towel it dry. That's it."

Barb leans forward, pushing her fabulous tits in my face. She gets lowers her voice. "But you something, Marsha? If you come here, you could look better than me. You're younger, you're taller, and you've got a great smile. The BF team could make you hot. Not just pretty or attractive. Hot. But you've got to want it, you've got to be willing to work for it, and you've got to be willing to take shit from other women that are jealous of you when you finish."

Was Barb a bimbo? Not the word I'd use. Looks more like a sex goddess to me. Perfect shape, perfect smile, perfect everything. Knows what she wants and grabs it, with her cunt if she has to. She's not dumb white trailer trash with a pushup bra and too much makeup. The package screams smart, sophisticated, aggressive, assured. 

And it screams sex. Not "I'm an easy lay, fuck me" sex. It screams "I can handle you buster - can you handle me?" sex. Is that what a 21st century bimbo looks like? Well if it is, then this place really is a bimbo factory. And I'd like to be one - I just don't know if I have the courage to go for it.

"What do girls do when they finish? Are they just high-price hookers?"

"Heavens no. They do anything they want. When you're done, you can just about name your own deal. Some girls go for smaller boobs and become supermodels. Others become VIP escorts. Some go into adult films, and others model for magazines. Some go back to their old career, but bring a new attitude and are marked for rapid advancement. But most do modeling for advertising agencies, working on layouts for print ads or TV commercials. A few take jobs in broadcasting or acting. What do you want to be?"

"I don't know. I don't want to be a porn star or high-priced hooker, and I'm no magazine centerfold. My hopes are more modest - that guys would find me attractive, that I would be more self-assured and confident."

"Honey, if that's all you want, you don't need to come here. Some counseling sessions and a good haircut are all you need. But if you're interested in more, you should consider this place."

Barb got dressed, then gave me a packet of materials and grabbed a room key. "Come on, let me take you over to your room. It is 5:00 now - you'll have some time to get settled. Dinner is served over at the Stud Farm at 7pm, cocktails at 6pm. There's a bus to take you over there at 5:45, and another at 6:15. You'll want to take the early bus. Your escort will be waiting for you at the bar. His job is to make you feel comfortable, introduce you to his friends, and show you a good time.

"After dinner, there are several rooms in the building that are used for group sex. Participate if you like. If that makes you uncomfortable, you can pass. If you want to sleep with your escort, you can either stay overnight in his room, or have a driver bring the two of you back to your room. If you don't want to fuck him, you can just grab a ride back here. Your choice.

"Tomorrow, they start serving breakfast at 7am. You have an appointment with Dr. Kraft at 8:30, and another appointment with the admissions director at 11am. Lunch is served from 12:00 to 1:30, and the driver can take you back to the airport at 3pm, plenty of time to catch your return flight."

"On the phone, you said something about classes. What classes are offered?"

"Have you seen our course catalog?"

"Not yet."

"The admissions director will give you one, I'm sure. Most meet three or four times a week. You start with stuff like hygiene, flirting and foreplay - and finish with stuff like bondage, mind control, anal and oral. It's a complete sex education, and much more interesting that what is discussed in high school biology.

"I took 15 classes while I was here. Basically, they teach you how to be amazing in bed. When you finally choose a guy to settle down with, you will know he'll never cheat on you - you'll be the best fuck he ever had. What's more, he'll know it too.

"Come on. Let's get you checked into your room." We head out of her office, across the green lawn, flowers, and trees, and over to the Red Residence Hall.

Barb continued to tell me about the campus on our way over to the room. "Across the way is the fitness center - you'll spend a lot of time over there. Above the fitness center, on the 2nd and 3rd floors, are some classrooms.

"Next to the Admin building is the Dining Commons, and the Library is next door. We probably have one of the most extensive collections of sex-related material on the West Coast. I am told that Harvard has a bigger collection than we do; I don't know that for sure. But you should check out the Library - it really is a nice place to go for some peace and quiet."

My room looks like a hotel in one of those Suites by So-and-So places, but decorated a bit nicer. The whirlpool tub and bidet are nice touches. I am a bit unnerved by the mirror on the ceiling over the bed. Cable TV, or course, but the XXX movies are free here. A desk in the 2nd room, and a wonderful recliner instead of a cheap sofa. A nice big closet with a full length mirror. All in all, very comfortable.

"I have to go. Remember - the bus for dinner leaves at 5:45pm. You'll be sorry if you're late - the Stud Farm guys are really cute!"

After Barb is gone, I flop on the bed, exhausted. What a weird place! The people here talk about sex with no inhibitions at all - they seem willing to fuck anything at a moment's notice. Do they expect me to do that? I've always thought you should get to know the guy first. Did I want to hump guys just because they have a nice smile and a big cock? It is all too much of a shock for me. I resolve to go to the dinner, get through the evening, go through the motions, and get out of here. I am not comfortable. I don't fit.

I look at my watch - it is 5:35; I have 10 minutes to catch that bus. I wash my face, freshen my makeup, put on some clean clothes, and head out the door. At the Admin building, the bus is waiting. I climb on, and slide into an empty seat. Some of the girls just look pretty and healthy - and some scream sex. None of them look like tramps - they just look confident. 

The girl in the seat behind me gives me a friendly smile, showing off her bleached teeth. As she talks, her tongue stud flashes at me. I am not used to someone with a pierced tongue. Why would anyone want to do that to themselves? No, on second thought, I don't think I want to know.

"Hi. I'm Emily. I haven't seen you before. Just get in? You look nice."

"Marsha. Thanks! You're very pretty too. I am just visiting, turning in an application. Nice to meet you."

"Just visiting? Really? Well, then let me say welcome! I hope they made you feel comfortable. Look, I know this place can be overwhelming. Just relax - you'll have fun!"

"What do you mean, 'overwhelming'?"

"Well, they are going to fix you up with a hunk for the evening - a great boy-toy to play with. My advice? Skip the group sex scene, and take him back to your room. He is your new sex toy - have your way with him!"

"Umm... I'm not sure I am quite ready for that."

"That's ok. If you don't want to fuck, just tell him that. You can just make out, or get a massage, or just talk if you prefer. But he is there for you - use him!"

"What did you do your first time?"

"Oh, I was way too shy. We had a drink after dinner, went out to the pool. We talked, made out, and he gave me a back rub. That was it. Next day, I found out that he was an oral sex expert, and had a 10" cock. All the way home I wished I had been more adventurous. After I enrolled, I found out that there are many guys here that are oral sex experts, and a 10" cock isn't that unusual. But I didn't know that at the time."

I try to keep up my end of the conversation. "I don't think I could handle a 10" cock."

"No worries, honey. He'll be gentle. But you won't know until you try one, will you? You might be surprised with the biggest O of your life!"

The bus pulls up to the Stud Farm Dining Hall. We go in the bar together, and I stop at the table by the door. They have a blue tag with my name on it. I pick it up, and start talking to the girl at the table.

A guy appears at my elbow. "Marsha? Hi. I'm Colin. I'm here for you tonight. Can I get you a drink?"

I turn to Colin. "I'm here for you tonight?" What does he mean by that? I check him out, and my knees get a bit wobbly. Thick sandy hair, steel blue eyes, bright smile. Broad shoulders, thick biceps, his six-pack abs show through the flimsy shirt. And a big bulge in his pants.

"Uh... ". I stammer. I catch my breath. I try again. "Uh... sure. A drink would be nice. Some white wine?"

"White wine it is. Come on - but you have to be more specific. They have a great Pinot Grigio - want to try that? The Chardonnay is ok, but the Gris is better."

Ok... my hunk is gorgeous, polite, and knows something about wine. I am impressed. He hands me my glass, and we slip over to a quiet corner to talk.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you. They told me you finished your BA at Dartmouth two years ago. I went to MIT. What was your major?"

"Sociology. You went to MIT? How did you end up here?"

"My story isn't too unusual - I studied Electrical Engineering, and was on the crew team. I had to go to the gym while I was in college to build up the strength for rowing, but was really awkward around girls. After I graduated, I discovered I didn't like my job, and thought that a few months here would help build my confidence.

"But tell me about you. What brings a Dartmouth grad here?"

"This is bizarre. That's kind of like my story. I hated my job, felt really awkward around guys, and didn't get many dates. I read about this place, and thought I should come and check it out."

"Well, take it from me. The hardest part is getting up the nerve to get on the plane. If you relax and keep an open mind, you'll have a good time. You'll also learn a lot. They teach you how to read and respond to your partner - make them feel comfortable, safe, and secure. From there, you free them up to explore their fantasies without fear. It is a lot of fun!

"Tell me Marsha - what do you do outside of work?"

Standard pick up line. Can't he do better than that? "Oh - my life is pretty boring. After work, I usually watch TV, or have dinner with my girlfriends. On weekends, I clean the house, pay the bills, buy the groceries. I try to get some exercise along the way."

"Well, let's hope your evening tonight is a bit more exciting. At least we can give you something to talk about when you get home. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope. Last one dumped me when I wouldn't go for anal sex."

"He was a boor to demand that. You shouldn't have any kind of sex that you don't want."

Anyway, that's how the conversation went. As we talked, I found myself getting to like him. He was the cutest thing I had seen in a very long time - perhaps ever. Hard to believe he was a shy engineer from MIT. As he talked, I found my mind wandering back to the conversation on the bus. Was Colin an expert at oral sex? Did he have a 10" cock too? Did I want to find out? Before I met him, I was resolved to dump him after dinner and go back to my room. Now I wasn't so sure.

Dinner was light - they served a nice cold vegetable soup as an appetizer; main course was salmon,. more veggies, and a salad. We sat with two of his friends and two girls I had never met before.

Sandy had been at the bimbo factory for 6 weeks. She had finished the flirting class, and was starting Foreplay and Positions I. She said the fitness classes made her muscles sore, but had lost 10 pounds so far, and was very pleased.

Sheila was finishing her 6th month in the program. She was a sex goddess. Flawless skin, massive tits, tiny waist, perfect ass. Said she was 5'10, 135 pounds. Intimidating as hell. No way anyone could keep up with that. But the guys were scrupulously polite - they didn't pay any more attention to her than they did to either Sandy or me. They would steal glances at her chest from time to time, and were very discrete about it. But I couldn't blame them - she was practically falling out of her top. The thin strips of fabric barely covered her nipples, and she wasn't wearing a bra. The room was a bit cold, and her tits made tents in the thin fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

I was bursting with questions. "So Sandy - you said you've been here for 6 weeks. Do you want to look like Sheila when you finish?" A bit too blunt approach, perhaps, but I didn't think I'd see her again and I wanted to know.

Sandy took no offense, and stole a look at Sheila. "Sheila - you're very pretty. I'll never look like you. Right now, I am just trying lose some weight and get into shape. But I'm starting to think how big my tits should be. How big are you, Sheila?" 

"I'm a 39DD. The doctor thought that larger breasts would look good on my frame. I think she's right. And I like the teardrop silicone implants - they give my boobs a natural shape, and they are nice and firm, so I don't need a bra. You like them?"




Bimbo Factory



"Who wouldn't? But I'm not sure I want to be that big. Perhaps a D cup will be big enough for me. What do you think, Colin?"

"Well - if you just want something that is fun to play with and would look good on you, I think you're right - a D would be good."

I pushed into the conversation. "But Sheila - it isn't just your chest. You have such flawless skin. Was your skin always perfect?"

Sheila blushed a little. "Thanks. Goodness no - I had acne in junior high, just like everyone else. They have a great laser treatment center here. I've been going every week. They took off all of the birthmarks and moles, all of the body and facial hair. They give me a drug that gives my skin a kind of soft glow by stimulating your natural skin oil production without giving you zits. They've got something else that smoothes out your skin and thickens it a bit, eliminating any wrinkles. During the last 6 weeks, they've been tinting my skin to give me a permanent tan, and we've almost got the color right. But I don't think it is dark enough yet."

I was flabbergasted. A laser treatment center could give you skin like that? Wow.

And so the conversation went. They talked about exercise classes, sex classes, cuisine, plastic surgery, what they wanted to do when they graduated. Dinner flew by. As we finished our decaf coffee, the conversation shifted to what to do after dinner. They made plans to go to the "after dinner gang bang", and I said little. The other two couples excused themselves to go downstairs, and Colin turned to me.

"It is a beautiful night. Want to go for a walk?"

So we went out to walk the grounds. We strolled through the garden, walking hand in hand. We stopped by the pool, and lay down on the lawn chairs.

"Come on. Why don't I roll you over, and give you a back rub. Up for that?"

So I rolled over. He leaned over me, and kneaded the tight muscles in my neck and back. After 5 minutes or so, he whispered in my ear - "do you know what you want tonight?"

I had been thinking about that very question for the past 2 hours. Did I want to fuck this guy?

Then he kissed me - a soft, slow, passionate kiss. A knee buckling, make your pussy wet kiss. A do that again kiss. And I made up my mind - I did want to fuck him. Soft and slow.

I broke off the kiss. "Let's go back to my room. But I want you to go slow with me - I don't think I am ready for someone as big as you." He smiled, then picked up his shirt, but didn't put it back on. We strolled back inside, and took a waiting car back to the Bimbo Factory. We made out all the way back - he nibbled on my neck, and I caressed his hard muscles.

The driver dropped us off at my building, and I led him up to my room. I was so turned on -- so wet -- I couldn't think of anything else besides fucking this guy. Maybe I'd regret it in the morning. Maybe not. I didn't care. I just wanted to fuck the biggest cock in the world. Or so I thought at the time.

I pulled him into the room and flipped on the light. He nibbled my neck, and reached back to dim the lights. A couple of flicks of his fingers, and the buttons came undone. A brief pinch, and my bra came off. This guy was good.

I fumbled with his pants, and finally got them off. I gasped -- he had the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen. Not quite fully erect, it was almost as long as my forearm. My fingers couldn't reach around the thick shaft. The moist helmet at the end of his prick sported a thick ring through the head. I pushed my mouth over it, and could barely get the end of his prick in my mouth while I used my other two hands to caress his soft skin.

"Hmmm... that feels so fine. Have you ever sucked such a big cock before?"

I shook my head and mumbled something unintelligible. But I didn't take him out of my mouth. He continued to swell, and now was rock hard.

"Go easy girl. You said you wanted to take me slow. At the rate you're going, I won't last 10 minutes." Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pushed me back on the bed. He crawled on top, and started using the tip of his prick to caress my clit while he sucked on my nipples. My need became intense -- I couldn't deny it any longer. The orgasm washed over me, my pussy contracted, and I began seeing stars..

He slowed down his movement, gradually, but kept going -- stretching out the orgasm for a minute or more. Then he slipped his face between my legs and began licking up my juices. His long tongue danced around my clit while he finger fucked me. Finally, he started sucking on my clit, and my head exploded again. He backed off once more, extending the orgasm. When he went back to sucking my clit, I came again.

He did it over and over -- he'd slow down, let the orgasm taper off, then suck my clit once more. Each time, he'd make me cum in another intense orgasm. Then he'd do it again. After 5 or 6 times, he no longer needed to suck my clit -- all he had to do is bump my clit to make me cum. I lost count.

But I still needed that massive prick in me. So I rolled him over and got on top of him. I grabbed his turgid pole and aimed the massive pierced head at my swollen, slick pussy lips. With only a little resistance, I got the fat thing inside, and started pushing it in. 

I was as ready as I could possibly be -- and it was still an incredibly tight fit. I could feel him filling me up, stretching my lips apart and pushing further and further into my hot box. I wanted it all. I kept pushing and sliding the giant prick in until he started bumping into my cervix. The pain from my cervix, the tight skin around his prick, and the friction from his pole tweaked my clit, and I came once more in a blur. My cunt clamped down on him, milking his fat prick. He exploded, and I came again.

I was exhausted. He pulled out and got some Kleenex to wipe up the mess. I went to the bathroom, and then looked at myself in the mirror before I went back to bed. My chest was bright pink, my cunt was sore. I had just fucked the biggest cock in the world. I couldn't take the whole thing, but it didn't matter -- it was mind-altering sex. Raunchy, needy, hungry sex. Sex for it's own sake. I grinned at the girl in the mirror. Then I went back to bed.

I wasn't quite ready to sleep, and I was too tired to fuck any more. But I wanted to play with this specimen of a boy toy. So I grabbed his meat, and gave it a good squeeze. I slapped it against my tits. I kneaded the thick head and licked off the few remaining drops of cum. I slid his snake between my tits, and brushed it against my cunt lips and asshole. Maybe I spent an hour playing with my boy toy. Eventually I lay my head on his chest, listened to his soft breathing, and drifted off to sleep myself.

Chapter 4

Next Morning

Next morning. I shower, kiss Colin goodbye, and grab some breakfast.

Then I scoot over to Dr. Kraft's office. I decided that Barb, the woman that met me yesterday at the admissions department, was a little crazy. Weird story - fabulous body. Any girl would kill to look like that. If her story is true, I don't have to kill for it - I just have to spend 6 months and $70K.

The receptionist welcomes me, and hands over some paperwork to fill out. There's a lot, and it includes a questionnaire. "Dr Kraft will give you a physical and some extra tests to see if you're suitable for the program. Take a seat, and when you've finished the paperwork, please return it to me."

Most of it is routine. But the questionnaire is very unusual. 100 multiple choice questions that don't have a right or wrong answer - they're just designed to categorize your sex drive and sexual interests and build a psychological profile.

There is one essay question. Only one.

What do you want to get out of the program?

I find the question oddly difficult to answer. Do I want a boob job? I can get that at home. Do I want to take sex classes? I don't know - I didn't ever think about it before. Do I want to be better in bed? Sure - but I don't think I want to fuck every dick that comes along to learn how. Do I want guys to pay attention to me? Yes - but can't I do that with better clothes, better makeup, and maybe that boob job?

Do I want to pick up stuff with my cunt? Nah - that's just plain weird. But Barb said it drives guys wild. Do I want to drive guys wild? Sure. But does that mean I want to pick up stuff with my cunt? Suddenly I don't know.

So what do I want?

I settle for a vague answer.

"I want to be very sexy. I want a cute guy to love me, marry me, and be faithful to me. But I don't know if those are things I can get out of the program." And I turn it in.

The nurse comes in, and takes me back to the examining rooms. I take off my clothes and put on the gown. The room is outfitted with chair and stirrups for a gynecological exam. I hate those. She takes my vitals, weighs me, measures my height. She asks a few questions.

"If you were buying a bra, I'd guess you look for a small B cup. Am I right?" 

"I suppose so. Some B size bras are too loose, but I can usually find one that fits."

"Yep - small B. I think I have everything I need. The doctor will be in shortly."

Dr. Kraft blows in the door. I am relieved - she is very pretty. About 40, with a kind, understanding manner. 

"Marsha Connolly? Joyce Kraft. Pleased to meet you. I'm going to give you a physical, and I'll be examining your vagina and breasts closely. The purpose of this is to make sure you're suitable for the program, and verify that you would be a good candidate for some of the procedures that are commonly done here. We don't want to tell you that we can do something for you, only to find out later that there is a physiological reason why it won't work. We'll talk about what I find, and then we can discuss your goals. Ok?"

"I guess so."

So for the next 10 minutes, she pushes and pokes in all the usual places. Then she lifts the gown, and starts playing with my tits. Lots of pushing, prodding, and palpating. Not sexy.

The feet go up in the stirrups, and she examines my pussy. More poking. A few nerve and reflex tests. Finally she's done.

"I hope that didn't feel too bad. What do the blood tests say? Everything normal. No STDs. Very good."

"Did the admissions department explain how the program works? There are four basic elements: health, education, experience, and jobs. Health: exercise, diet, supplements, prescription medications, and surgery to give you the body you want. Education: sex education classes that cover everything from flirting and foreplay to bondage and mind control. Experience: both the classes and the social environment are conducive to lots of casual sex so you can practice what is taught. Jobs: there is a job placement service that helps graduates find positions that fulfill their objectives. 

"I manage the health part of your program. First and foremost, we stress exercise and proper diet. We can't give you a fabulous body if there isn't enough muscle to work with. The fitness instructor will watch you carefully, and constantly change your exercise routine to maximize your results. The nutritionist will modify your diet to support your goals - typically to lose weight and gain muscle. We also do blood tests to make sure you're getting enough vitamins & minerals, make sure your metabolism and blood glucose are within the target range, and that your hormone levels are right.

"We use a combination of exercise, diet, medication, and surgery to help our students reach their goals. Some things aren't possible -- or at least, we don't know how to do them yet. For example, we can make your breasts grow, but don't yet know how to give you bigger nipples without growing your breasts at the same time. For the most part, though, it just comes down to what your goals are. Do you know what you want?"

"I am not sure. I want to be pretty, I want to be wanted, I want to be sexy."

"Hmm. That's not very specific. Perhaps you need to give it a bit more thought. There are many kinds of sexy. There is supermodel sexy, Amazon sexy, porn star sexy, or centerfold sexy. We could help you become any one of those -- but we can't make you all of them at the same time very easily."

"What would you recommend?"

"It's completely up to you. We'd get you into terrific shape, and the laser treatment center would give you flawless skin. Surgery and drugs are completely optional, but most of our students elect to have some procedures done."

"Let me rephrase that. What procedures would work for me?"

"Well, frankly, I think most would. Your body would respond well to exercise and diet, and I doubt you'd need much lipo work. You have nice small breasts - they are very pretty. If you want to be a supermodel, we'd leave them alone. But you might not be tall enough - the New York agencies like girls around 5'10" today. Otherwise, breast augmentation is usually done here with a silicone implant below the muscle, inserted through an incision at the nipple. That would work well for you too

"The laser treatment center would give you flawless skin. We have drugs that can give you beautiful hair. If there are things like your nose or ears that you want fixed, that can be done too. We can also increase your vaginal muscle control if you like. And we are the pioneers for a throat surgery procedure that lets you deep throat a very large penis if you want - 12", maybe more."

"I've never heard of a cock that big."

"Normally, they are pretty rare. But we have a similar facility for men up the road. Their students usually take drugs to make their penises grow. Many end up with a penis in the 8" to 10" range. Your vagina can stretch and your anus can handle a penis of that size already. But like most women, you would need surgery to take a bigger penis all the way down your throat."

"I can't imagine why I'd want to do that."

"That's what everyone says. But with lower inhibitions and a bigger sex drive, you might change your mind.

"Beyond surgery, we often prescribe drugs to treat conditions that we uncover. For example, if subsequent blood tests show that your sex drive is on the low side of normal, we can prescribe something for that. The psychology profile says that you're straight, that you prefer romance to sex. Sound right?"

I think for a second. "That's probably fair. Do I want to have sex with a guy? Maybe if I'm really turned on, and really into him. But most of the time, I'd rather have a massage."

"Ok. Let's talk about the essay question. "I want to be very sexy. I want a cute guy to love me, marry me, and be faithful to me.

"I think our program can make you very, very sexy. Lots of cute guys will want to have sex with you. So will just about everyone else too. The program can't make a cute guy fall in love with you. But it can make you great in bed, and give him the best sex he'll ever have. We can give you better social skills so that you'll meet more guys, and the ones that meet you will want to go out with you. And it will improve sex for you, too.

"Do you have a steady boyfriend?

"No. I had a steady boyfriend about 7-8 months ago, but we broke up..."

"Well, that's probably a good thing that you don't have a steady boyfriend right now. After 6 months here, you'll have had sex with perhaps 200 different guys, 600 or 700 times - an average of three or four times a day. If you have a boyfriend now, that relationship would probably not survive an extended stay here.

"You're a good candidate for the program, and I'm going to pass you. You're young, have a great smile, and would make an easy transformation. The plastic surgery center does a lot of breast augmentation, and they'd do a good job on you. Your vagina would respond well to the enhanced muscle control surgery if you want that. But let me give you some advice. If you want to change your body, change your attitude about sex, and become a fantastic lover, this is a good place for you. If you want to make a particular guy fall in love with you, this is not a good place.

"The admission director is going to press you on this issue. If she thinks you want to get a particular guy to fall in love with you, she'll turn you down. If she thinks you want a great body and learn new sex techniques, she'll admit you. But you'll have to come with an open mind, and bring a positive attitude. 

"If you don't know which description best describes you, the admission decision will probably defer admission for up to 6 months to let you think about it. After 6 months, if you don't decide that you want to change your body and become a great lover, she'll turn you down.

"That may sound harsh, but it isn't. The changes we make are permanent. We make you the sexiest thing in the room. If you don't want that, you don't belong here."

"You've given me a lot to think about. I think I want to be the sexiest thing in the room. But I'm not sure I want to fuck 200 different guys to get there. Can I ask you something else?"

"Fire away."

"Are the drugs you give legal? Are they proven? Are they safe?"

"Perhaps a bit of history would be the best way to answer you. Before the Bimbo Factory started, the founders were doing some clinical drug trials for a large pharmaceutical company. They discovered several classes of drugs that were very interesting, but the drug company didn't want to pursue them. So the founders bought the intellectual property from their employer, and started their own company.

"The first drug class enabled women to grow. Not guys. Just women. So they refined and tested several variations. One enabled women to grow taller. Another made their breasts bigger. At 5' 8", you don't need to be any taller.

"The second drug class had largely cosmetic effects. Toned the skin, made it more elastic, made it thicker. In short, it made wrinkles disappear, and tightened loose and sagging skin. Given in higher dosages, it worked like a face lift, but high dosages for extended periods can be difficult to tolerate. Given in lower dosages, it just reduced the effect of aging.

"Finally, they found a new way to combine some existing drugs to maximize an important side effect. Put together, they make a woman horny. All the time. By managing the dosage levels, we've found that we can fine-tune a woman's sex drive to any level that is desired.

"The founders went to the FDA for approval, and were turned down. The FDA didn't think that making women very horny was a good idea. But the side effects were very mild (slight nasal congestion in some women), and it was very safe.

"So they started the Bimbo Factory, in Mexico, offering a variety of services. It's been very successful."

"Let me ask something else. Yesterday, a woman named Barb met with me, and showed how she could pick up things with her pussy. Is that for real? How is that done? Why would anyone want to do that?"

"Real? You bet. The plastic surgery center has developed a procedure that makes it possible by dramatically increasing voluntary control of the muscles in the vaginal wall. The fitness center follows up with exercises that target and develop these muscle groups. Why do it? During intercourse, this unprecedented muscle control can create a squeezing, massaging, milking sensation in the penis. It is intensely pleasurable. I believe we're the only facility that does it.

"Look at the time! Lunch starts in 10 minutes, and your appt with the admissions director is at 1:30. Let me add just one thing: if you attend the Bimbo Factory and we prescribe drugs to raise your sex drive, you won't HAVE to screw 200 hundred different guys. You'll WANT to."

Dr Kraft gave me a quick hug. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll figure out what to do." With an encouraging smile and a wave, she left and closed the door behind her. I got dressed, and went to lunch. 

I ate by myself. Did I want Dr Kraft to give me a drug that makes me want to screw 200 guys? I couldn't imagine how such a change in my thinking would be possible.