Bimbo with a Twist By Pakled It began with a dirty dream. Gwen was lying in a Maxfield Parrish balcony, with Technicolor furniture, and someone was licking her pussy just the way she liked it. But it felt too good to be a dream, which meant that...Josh, her boyfriend, was trying to start something they didn't have time to finish. Her eyes came open as she looked down past her breasts, and her rock-hard nipples, watching his mouth go back and forth as he lit a fire under her that she'd have to put out. She threw off the covers, and grabbed him, eager to return the favor. Awake now, Gwen quickly moved over, and leaning over the side of the bed, had her boyfriend's cock hardening in her mouth. She knew she needed to get up, she was going to be late, but he'd been playing with her pussy while she slept. The bastard. Waking up so horny she had to do something. She wanted a cuntful before she got to work, and this was the fastest way to get him hard enough. She had to be careful, because she was very good at giving head. He tended to go off half-cocked, if she got too much into things, but his fingers were tracing lazy patterns over her sopping pussy, and hard, slippery clit. Her mouth bobbed back and forth over the hard meat, tracing patterns in all the most sensitive spots. It started to throb, and she knew he had to get into her before he came. "C'mon Josh" she mumbled. "Do it! Do it now!" His hands grabbed the back of her head, and he thrust into her mouth. He groaned, and she felt her cheeks fill up with his cum. Inwardly, she groaned too. Now she'd be horny all day, and he'd go back to sleep. She'd just have to rape him when she got home. Serve him right. Quickly swallowing, she stood over him with a pointed finger of Judgment. He tried to look meek, but the pleasure just made him look like one of the cats that had gotten a treat. "I meant fuck me, stud. Not come in my mouth" "But you're so good!" "Great, I get all worked up, I'm late, and you get to go back to sleep. You've got to work on your control" He smiled dreamily. "I can't help that you're the best, hon. I'll give you a rain check for tonight" "Deal, but you better have a mattress strapped to your back" "And you better be the first one in the door, Gwen” Grumbling, she wolfed down a bagel and hit the shower. The employees at Cytosine Inc watched with curiosity as the building went up next door. Over the months it was going up, the scientists and other employees could see it was going to be a genetics lab, much like their own. It had some curious features, like dorm-like rooms, but no one paid too much attention. Soon the movers came, putting equipment and furniture in place, and then putting up a sign on the exterior, which was covered with a blue tarp. It looked ready for occupancy, but for a few weeks, no one seemed to come by. This all changed one Monday morning, when two long touring buses showed up at the entrance, and the new company workers began to file one by one into the new building. Several Cytosine employees watched with indifference, until the female employees began strutting off the bus. Gwen was a mid-level lab technician, and she walked quickly out of her car towards the front door. Late again, and she knew it was trouble. It was all her boyfriend Bob's fault; she loved the reason for being late, but didn't like the consequences. She knew something was wrong, when almost all the male employees were standing on the edge of the brick walkway, entranced at the spectacle next door. Across the immaculate lawn, between the trees, was a steady parade of... She paused herself, to see what was going on. There was her boss, obviously entranced, his jaw in serious danger of scooping up some of the landscape. With a quick glance at the runway, she held her head down, as she sidled into the building. Past the security guard, she saw her friend Amy, as they walked towards the lab. "Late again, Gwen?" Amy smirked. "Yeah, I've got to start putting saltpeter in Josh’s breakfast, or I'm going to be an unemployed geneticist" "Well, enjoy it while you can. You saw the neighbors?" Gwen frowned slightly. "You mean that escort service?" "What?" Gwen and Amy moved into the gowning room, to get on their lab gear. "Yeah, every employee with a stray Y chromosome is out there, panting and running in circles" "Over what?" Gwen stopped and turned to face Amy. "You didn't see them?" "All I saw was a bunch of guys getting off a bus. I was inside before that many went in there" "Well, evidently after you went inside, the women came off the bus" "Ok...so?" "You must have missed them. Every one of them was out to here," she indicated with her hand, "and their butts were out to there," she moved the other hand, "and perfect hair, bee-stung lips, vacant expressions, and much too happy-looking" Amy frowned slightly. "No, I would have remembered that. So what were these walking wet dreams doing?" Gwen shook her head. "Waving and smiling at our guys on the walk. They're going to be useless today". They entered the lab, and sat down at their desks to work on the night's results from the analyzers. They heard some cheering outside, and looked out the window. The sign had been revealed. Roger, one of the other resident scientists, came out to the window to take a look. The cover came off, and the crowd applauded. The sign read "Basepair Technologies". Ok, they all thought, definitely competition. Not good in the present market. Gwen and Amy turned to get to work, while Roger looked at the sign. The logo for Basepair Technologies was a pendulous set; 'b' and 'p', and joining a curved 't' at the bottom. They heard Roger remark, "it looks like a big pair of..." "Roger!" Gwen whispered. "Sorry, but they do" He couldn't take his eyes off the women there. Slim, curved, and stacked beyond the best fantasy A man could dream, they only ticked off the women workers. Gwen snapped her fingers. "Earth to Roger, time to decipher the mysteries of DNA. You gonna work with us today?" He snapped out of it, then went over to the equipment to start getting results. Most people think of biochem places as full of test tubes and lab coats. Sometimes, they're right. But a lot of it are robots, racks of vials, and poring over charts of results. Often the work goes on all through the night, the tiny vials being raised, filled, lowered, and tested, up and down the chessboard of holders that checked each sample for results. Gwen's job today was to go over the raw data, and figure out what they'd found. She used the latest product of the genetic sequencing revolution, Horus. It could predict with fair accuracy what individual sequences would do when turned on and off. It had lead to many important discoveries, and now Cytosine was reaping the benefits. She worked through the morning, occasionally talking with Amy. As lunchtime rolled around, they noticed that most of the men had disappeared. The two women looked at each other, and then out the window. Sure enough, most of the single guys, and a few of the married ones, just 'happened' to stroll by their new rivals. Amy was a little upset, she had a 'lunch date' with another tech, Dave, and he was nowhere to be found. Silently, the two went off to the cafeteria, and ate a less than spectacular meal. When they returned for lunch, most, but not all the men had come back to their desks. Or at least their bodies had; there was a decided lack of focus to them. Every once in awhile, Gwen would see them look over to the window, and give a wistful smile, before seeming to turn back to work. Roger was whistling softly. When she had time for a break, she went over to grill him. "What are you so happy about?" Roger jerked up as if he'd been shocked. "Uh, well, I... " "C'mon Roger, you have a PhD, you know words of more than one syllable. Dish...what's going on?" "I just went over to see the neighbors. Being polite you know" Amy and Gwen exchanged a look. Gwen took up the inquisition. "And?" Roger looked a little nervous "Well, they're friendly" "Yeah, Rodge, we can see that. You have a date yet, or did they make you an offer?" He looked out towards the window. "Well, they're a branch of some company, they didn't mention the name. They're out of Chicago. A little secretive, they mentioned a Mr. Big, but he doesn't seem to have a name either". "Oh, so you actually got a real conversmmmmph" said Amy, as Gwen covered her mouth. Looking sternly at the doctor, she spoke up. "Roger, you know that you've signed a non-disclosure. And they do look like competition to me. You didn't say anything that could get you in trouble, did you?" she said, sweetly. That made the poor man a little pale. "No, only generic stuff that any company people would talk about, I know how to be vague" Amy removed Gwen’s' hand from her mouth. "And the women?" "Yeah...the women..." Gwen muttered to Amy "get the defibrillator; we're losing him" "What about the women?", he replied, a bit defensively. "Got a date?" "AMY!" Gwen stage-whispered. He brightened some. "No, not really. There's something odd about them, like they're not all there" The two women gave each other another of 'those' looks. "Obviously, they're all out to there and there. There's not much room left to fill the cranium". Roger looked down, a little abashed. "Well, they're certainly friendly. But there seemed to be this relationship between the women and the men there, they were kind of protective, almost domineering" "Really?" mused Gwen. "Yeah, if this was 30 years ago, I'd say they were almost treated like property" "Them's fightin' words, podner" Roger backed away, hands in the air "I didn't create that environment, they did. Do you want to call the cops or something?" "No, but it's damned strange," said Amy. "I should take a look sometime" Gwen looked at her friend like she'd grown two heads. "What's it to you?" "I don't know, I just don't like mysteries" "That's what makes you a scientist, dear". Grinning, Gwen turned back to the computer screen to figure out what the latest batch was doing. The next day, they were called into a meeting. All the upper brass was there, from scientists "obsoleted upwards", to actual managers and bean-counters. A couple of strangers were there, obviously not from their own company. Andy, the VP, pulled out the requisite PowerPoint documents and flashed them on the screen, talking quickly before everyone's eyes had time to glaze over like the aging doughnuts on the conference table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Anthony Macros, of Basepair Technologies" The short, rough-looking man came up to the front of the room, to get the controls from the VP. "We have an opportunity here", said Macros. "BasePair wants to use the resources of Cytosine, especially the Horus database. We think it has great potential" "Bimbo Tech" whispered Amy. Gwen bit her lip not to burst out laughing. Then she looked at the other BT employee, who seemed to be really interested in their conversation. From the look he gave her, Gwen almost thought that Amy had a point. He turned back to the presentation. Gwen lightly elbowed her colleague, as the presentation went on. Gwen had to ride herd on Amy during meetings, because otherwise she'd provide running commentary, buzz-word bingo, and all other sorts of things to stay awake. "BasePair Technologies is a relative newcomer to the Genetic Engineering field. We see great promise in interpreting genetic sequences..." and started droning on in the way that everyone who'd ever been to Business School did. Lots of words, little meaning. She didn't know if they were looking for the cure for cancer, or providing penis enlargements to horny men. She watched the two men from the next-door edifice carefully. Mr. Macros was obviously the brains of the unit. The other guy, who was named Masophile, seemed to be more the enforcer type. If it was 30 years ago, like Roger said, he'd probably have a hat and a pin-striped suit. And a violin case. Finally the slides changed enough to see what they were aiming at. "We see great promise in these particular sequences. Our products are only now utilizing these combinations, and our current equipment seems to be at least 5 years behind yours. With our data, and your Horus, we feel great promise..." "23," said Amy. "What?" whispered Gwen. "He's said it 23 times now. His buzzword is Great Promise" "Sounds like Chinese food" The two giggled quietly, making sure no one else saw them. Finally, he seemed to get to the point. "Each lab will be given 1 unit to examine, and each lab tech will process 1 sequence. Now, we'll have a Non-disclosure agreement, and I must insist that you not compare notes among each other" The two techs looked at each other. Not compare notes? How were you supposed to find anything out without a basis for comparison? The room buzzed quietly. The VP, realizing he was losing the audience. "This is very preliminary research. They only need to find out what the genes do, in a general way. Their company hasn't adopted the latest techniques, so we're giving them a hand. For a small fee, of course". He smiled at the chuckles around the room. "The test samples will be delivered next Friday. NDA's will be signed by Wednesday. If you have any ethical concerns, as always, you can opt out. But there will be a substantial bonus for working on the project. Thank you all" The samples arrived on schedule, and most of the technicians had signed up for the work. Extra money was always good to have, but then most of them didn't like mysteries either. Each was warned not to compare notes with the other technicians, which Gwen and Amy shrugged, but signed. They'd have to prove it, and Gwen examined the initial results. The segments TMA1 and UB40 were located on separate chromosomes, but they triggered fundamental protein sequences. TMA1 turned on secondary sex characteristics during puberty, and UB40 formed interneuron connections in the brain. Except, there was something wrong. If the sequence expressed itself normally, it would delete connections in the brain. Basic intelligence, judgment, etc., would all be affected. What was going on? Gwen leaned over the cafeteria table "I've seen the results for my sequence. What're you seeing?" Stacey leaned forward "really disconnected stuff. Secondary sexual characteristics, mainly concerning breast growth in women. Some have tags that can be altered by breast cancer. But somehow, this doesn't look like they're working on a cure" "Mine concern interconnectedness of brain cells. Instead of making more connections, it actually removes some of the ones that are already there. Instead of smarter, you get...well...dumber. There's some accelerated development in the lower brain functions, but whether it's aggression, lust, or some other instinctual behavior..." "I know. From what you've told me, and what I have figured out, it's like they're making...I dunno...killer bimbos?" They both giggled nervously, but then began to ponder the implications. As she went back to her lab, Amy was working at the console next to the window. More light came in from it, and you had a view (until now) of a stand of trees and a lawn. Amy did some occasional bird watching, and had some binoculars on a shelf next to the window. Some times she'd take a break and look for new specimens to add to her life count. It also made here something of a good observer. Until they cut down the trees to add the new building. Now all she had was an unobstructed view of the Basepair building. Their own building's mirrors were mirrored, so unless it was dark, you couldn't see in. But you could see out. Gwen was going through the database, sequencing her set, when she heard a small cry. "Amy, what is it?" "Gwen, ohmigawd...you're not going to believe it!" Gwen put down her notes, then went over to Amy's desk. The bird-watcher had the binoculars out, and her mouth was open. "what are you seeing?" "waitaminnit!" "Amy, what's going on out there, you act like you've seen a...oh...my...Gawd!" "Not a word!" "uh huh...I think there's a word for what you're doing" "There's certainly a word for what THEY'RE doing!" "Amy, I can't see the details, but it looks like they're" "Fucking? you think? Here, take a look" "Amy, I don't think I..." she picked up the binoculars. Through the lenses, she saw into a 2nd-story window in the other building. A blond woman, topless, was pressed against the glass, her hands up against the pane. Beneath, her large tits were wobbling and bouncing together in time to the figure thrusting behind her. From her expression, she was having more than a good time. Gwen forgot about the time, feeling disgust, envy, and curiosity until someone else grabbed the binoculars. "Roger!" "Hey, everyone else is having a look. " he muttered. "Oh yeah, they're definitely getting it on" "Roger!" Gwen threatened "We're not running a peep show here" "It's ok, she got up and turned around, and they’re not doing it any more" "Well, thank heavens for that. What's left to watch? Give me the binos, like a good boy" "Now her head's going back and forth..." "Roger!" said the women in unison. He sadly gave back the binoculars. "Listen, Amy, if you every want to trade desks..." "No Roger, not a chance, besides, we'd never get anything out of you" "Just an idea" He shambled back to his desk, walking a little funny, trying to hide something. Amy put the binoculars back in her desk, then locked them. "If they keep doing that, they'll never get anything good out of me either" she muttered. Over the next coulee of days, they compared research, off the computer, and sometimes at lunch. With only 4 sequences to work off of, they couldn't see the exact process being worked on, but it looked like it was loaded into a bacterium or virus, which replaced the original DNA. The organism would go from cell to cell, targeting certain types, altering them, then divide and more on. A curious set of code in the telomere at the end killed the bug after a certain number of cell divisions. So you'd get a fever, pass out, and come back, altered or something. Gwen felt she had to do something. She went to Dr. Donatist, the lab's ethicist. It was standard procedure if you had a problem with the research, and he went over the notes carefully. Moving his glasses back up his nose, he looked up. "Gwen, this is indeed disturbing. However, this conclusion is only possible if you had looked at someone else's segment. Did you do that?" "Doctor Donatist, I did. My segment wasn't making sense, and I had to confirm that the results weren't anomalous" "I can understand that. However, this research violates the Nondisclosure agreement. You've left us liable under the contract." "Surely you can realize the ethics of the situation. They're experimenting with altered microbes. If this became airborne..." "Gwen, I realize your concern. But you still violated procedure. I will go to management with your concerns. However, I also have to report your lapse of security" "Doctor! Don't you realize what you're saying? This is dangerous work! I can't believe that we'd work on tiny pieces of a bigger puzzle, when the implications...." "Gwen, that's enough. I understand your concern, and it will have some bearing on management's final decision. But you will also be held to account for violating your NDA. Now if there's nothing further..." He was already moving her out the door. Something smelled here, and she was too flustered by the final shove to allow him to close the door. The next day, Gwen was called to a meeting with her manager, and the two people from Basepair. Both Macros and Masophilos were there, both looking decidedly unhappy. "Gwen, you've violated protocols, per contract as set up by Basepair. They've reviewed your work, and are impressed" She smiled slightly. "However, Legal, both theirs and ours, are not impressed. I'm afraid I have good news and bad news" "What's the bad news?" "You're terminated, effectively immediately" She crumpled in her chair, furious, frightened, and very sad. "The good news better be pretty good then" "I know, I'm sorry, but my hands are tied. But Basepair says they recognize talent, and they'd like to offer you a job in their organization, subject to our nondisclosure agreements, and such. But it'd be another 20k a year" "Well, if you put it that way, what choice do I have?" "Exactly. You have an hour to clean out your desk, turn over your research, and your badge. That's all" Macros and Masophilos gestured her over. "Tough break, but you've got a head on your shoulders. I think you'll do fine with us" She gave them a suspicious glare, and when they merely shrugged, she grabbed a box and started to her office. The next day, she walked up the steps to Basepair, deliberately not looking at her old building. Several blond bombshells walked by, talking animatedly, waving and smiling. This would not be one of her more favorite things to deal with. While hardly ugly, she certainly felt that way. Not to mention plain, flat-chested, and much too cynical. She walked to the new HR, got the forms filled out, and was led by Macrophilos to the new lab. They gave her passwords to the new computers, and at last she was able to put the whole thing together. With all the pieces in place, she shuddered. A synthetic anaerobic virus (thank heavens, or someone would sneeze themselves into bimbos around the world), genetic modifications on a scale no one had dreamed of. It heightened the reproductive urge, caused a mild reduction in cognitive abilities, increased breasts, nipple size, and sensitivity, and even some minor changes in the lips. That would explain all the women licking their lips around there, they must find it pleasurable. They were making Bimbos. But who would pay for that? This had to be incredibly expensive. They didn't have the Horus program on their computers, which was why they had come to Cytosine in the first place. Instead, they had Airbrush, which was the genetic sequence controller. It created sequences, rather than analyzed them. With the knowledge they'd got from her old company, they had a much better handle on what they were doing. She pored over the program, getting the resident tech support to give her access to the main program. Considering what she asked for, she though alarm bells would be going off, but evidently they didn't understand what she was up to. Gwen had decided to reverse the whole procedure; or at least mitigate the worst effects. The first thing would be to change the 'dumbing down' part, and instead, reverse it. Reinforce judgment, logic, and other areas. Slowly, a few sequences at first, she began reversing the chemical connections, until she had the first set finished. She entered the data into the Airbrush program, then sat back to wait. After a while, it asked for her clearance, and to her surprise, it was granted. She changed the intelligence dampener sequences, then started to disguise her tracks. She was tempted to do more, but one thing at a time. With a final keystroke, the change was in place. The new batch would go into the vials tomorrow. The next day, nothing seemed to have changed. The sequence was exactly as she had left it, and production had begun. The robots began filling doses into the vials, and the lab techs began moving them to storage. She returned to her original project, and spent the rest of the day looking at hair coloring genetic material. Why they all had to be blonds was beyond her. That night, she wearily got back in the car, and started to turn to go out of the car park. Before she knew it, someone opened her door. Two men dressed in black, hooded and masked, grabbed her arm, and sprayed it with some cooling mist. Struggling to evade their grasp, she started to get up. She had a pretty good idea of who they were, but why? Why hire her, then try to turn her into a Bimbo? If she didn't escape, she'd be gone. The body would be there, but the mind would have paid the bill and checked out. She tried to move the hand over her mouth, and was roughly shaken back down into the seat. "No way. Don't move, you'll only get hurt". A hand continued to push her against the seat, and another set of hands turned off the car. She struggled wildly as she felt the hypodermic go in. A feeling like fire coursed through her veins. The world began to go dark, and she felt extremely sleepy. She had a pretty good idea of what they'd given her, the only question, was it her formulation, or theirs? She came to on a hospital bed. She looked down at her feet, and realized she couldn't see them. There was something in the way. Two very large mounds stood proudly where her respectable C cup had been when last she looked. The stood proudly from her chest, venturing into a portion of the bra alphabet that she wasn't sure even had letters for. She put a hand on one, felt it was firm, round, and felt wonderful. Already her nipples sprang to attention. She liked playing with her tits, but this was like they'd been ratcheted up a notch or two. She could even feel herself getting wet. She weakly moved upwards, feeling her balance was off. Probably due to the melon-sized mounds on her chest. The fabric moving against her nipples gave her a chill, and a distinctly pleasurable feeling. One more try, and she was upright. Her ass had spread some; not in a fat sort of way, but her figure was a classic hourglass. She could feel the heat building in her pussy, as the fabric rubbed against her hardening nipples. She moved a well-turned leg to the floor, and tried to stand up. Shaking, she slowly stood up, and looked around. Moving quietly to the closet, she searched for her clothes, until she realized she'd never fit in them again. Her panties brushed against her clit, making it swell up. If only her boyfriend were here, she'd jump him, mattress or no. She was amazed at the sensitivity, and it was making her horny. The surprising thing was her mouth. She enjoyed kissing as much as any other woman, but for some reason, running her tongue over her lips and teeth was almost like masturbation. Her tongue brushed over the inside of her lips, wetting them, and causing her eyes to close from the sensation. She heard a hand fumbling at the doorknob, which opened here eyes to whomever was opening it. "Hi, I'm Staci!" Said one of the 'nurses' who opened the door. "You're awake. That's good." "Thanks, I'm Gwen. Can you tell me where I am?" The girl struggled with the chart awhile, and looked up. "No, you're Jennie. It says so right here. If you're Gwen, we goofed up." She giggled, and continued "You're at Bimbo Tech, sugar. You're going to be so happy!" "Bimbo Tech?..." she started. "Oh No! That's us, all righty! You're gonna love it here. There's so many yummy men, and they're so eager and all" Gwen’s' eyebrow hiked ever so slightly upward. "And I'm a Bimbo too?" Staci clapped her hands together "That's right! You're so smart. I bet the doctors are gonna love you!" "Yeah. I'll bet they will too" After a few tests, she was left alone again, and then the door opened. Standing there was the biggest guy she'd seen. Even his package was big. She watched his trouser snake start to lengthen, and felt herself getting really turned on. She didn't even know him, but he wasn't too hard on the eyes. Her mind began to fantasize about stripping him and riding him like a cowgirl. She started to calculate how best to approach the subject, when he spoke. "Hi. I'm Todd. I'm here to make you feel better" That made both of Gwen's eyes go up. She could imagine how he'd do that. He pulled down his pants, and offered his cock to her. She looked at it for awhile, almost hypnotized. A part of her was offended and surprised, but part of her reached out to grab it. She took it; she liked giving head, mainly to get a guy hard enough for the real dirty work, but once the head slipped past her lips, she gasped in pleasure as her lips became more sensitized to the hard shaft plunging into her mouth. "This is wrong. Why am I doing this?" she thought, but it just seemed natural. His cock just felt so good in her mouth. She moved the shaft past her lips, over her tongue, and partly into her throat. Despite years of practice, she didn't seem to gag. It was farther than she'd ever taken a guy before, and it almost seemed like she could deep-throat him. She wondered how much of it she could take. It grew harder and longer under her sucking, and it made her squirm with each bob of her head. Her cunt was wet and juicy, and it wanted attention. But for some reason it would have to wait. Gwen knew she couldn't stop now, she had to have his come. Despite what she thought, she felt great. She only hoped he'd be up for a second round. Her motions became fast and furious, as she plunged the meaty rod in and out. She felt his hands on the back of her head, as she gave herself to pleasing him. Soon he was pushing her onto his enormous cock, and she was thrilling to feel the hardness pulse, and his balls start to tighten. His hips began to shake, and she could feel his member swell in her mouth. She pressed her fingers against his skin over his prostate, and began to slowly massage it from the outside. The tremors increased, and she saw him look down at her in surprise. "That feels great. Keep doing that" he groaned, as she felt his shaft plunging into her waiting mouth. She felt his balls draw up towards his body, and knew he'd be coming soon. The rhythm of his ass cheeks tightening became erratic, and she knew he was finally there. "Oh shit!...I'm gonna...yeah...oh do it!" He whispered fiercely. She pondered what to do when he came. On the inside, she was watching this incredible spectacle unfold for her, but on the outside, she was a cock-sucking slut who needed her fix of cum. He jammed every inch he could into her mouth, then she felt the powerful waves pulse down the length of his shaft as he pumped her mouth full of his seed. He quickly filled her mouth, and soon was leaking from both sides of her lips. Josh never came this much, she thought, as she groaned under the blasts of seed filling her mouth. Despite herself, she felt an electric tingle as she came herself, her pussy lips sliding back and forth as her rock-hard clit was massaged from both sides. She moaned into him as she started to swallow, greedily taking every drop that fired into her. Soon he was softening, and she carefully licked up the last stray drops that had collected around her lips and tits. "So Jennie, do you feel better now?" He grinned evilly. In her best Staci voice, she tried to look vacant and happy at the same time. "Oh, lots mister? Can we do it again?" He grinned "I have to see the other girls, but maybe later. If you thought that was good, wait until I come in your pussy and your ass" She froze slightly, but kept the act up. "That sounds cool! I can't wait!" He zipped up, and walked out the door. "So long, asshole" she thought. She went to the door, but, as she suspected, it wouldn't open for her. Gwen sat down slowly. She'd just spent the last five minutes giving a blow job to a complete stranger...and she'd liked it! And swallowed his cum, something she didn't do all that often. And she had an orgasm just as he did! Whatever they'd done to her, it affected physical sensation, but her mind was still there. She tried to remember biological facts, and they were all there. In fact, some things she'd previously forgotten came up as well. It felt like her mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Great, now she was going to be the smartest nympho in the ward. She lay back on the bed, her hand stealing down to her sopping pussy, and fingered herself until she came. She remembered the woman in the window, her tits bobbing back and forth, as someone pounded her from behind. The gasps, the look of pleasure, everything came back to her as her fingers busily stroked her clit, and plunged into her hungry pussy. She licked her lips as the waves of orgasm took control, searching for more of the remaining cum. Her hands stole up to her tits, getting every drop off her large, bobbling breasts, tweaking a nipple, which sent her over the edge. "Oh fucking shit! Ooooo, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, as her hips slammed upward against her other hand, the squishy, liquid sounds filling the room. She felt the orgasm go on and on, far longer than it usually did. When she finally came down, she lay there with a horny grin. Her breath gasped out, as her hands stole back to her aching pussy, and she started to do it again. Images of what she would do when she finally got a guy to herself, inventing new positions, using what she knew to make them spurt gallons into every hole, got her aroused beyond anything she'd never known. She felt the 2nd orgasm start, as she cried out. She could dimly hear other women in the ward, turned on by the sounds, start their own climaxes. Then again, and then a fourth time, until at last she could fall asleep. The next day, a real doctor showed up, and took basic tests, memory, samples, and the works. She tried the little miss pitiful act, and he watched her. When he was done, he looked at her. "Golly Doc, am I ok?" The doctor looked at her "Ok Gwen, knock it off. Something's wrong with the mix" "What?" "I've been working for Bimbotech for four years. I know what your mental capabilities should be by now. you're just too smart for your own good" "Are you sure? I don't feel so smart" "You're faking it. You're not any less cognitive than when you came in here. In fact, your perception and problem-solving abilities seem to have been enhanced" Gwen looked at him a long time. "Granted. So what gave me away?" "You didn't try and give me a blow job" "Really doctor, such language" "It's true. You showed too much restraint. You picked up on the medical tests, and were in position for them without prompting. You could fool any of the other people in here, but not me" "Actually, Doctor, I certainly thought about giving you head. But I haven't been fucked in awhile, and I was hoping for some attention along those lines" "Our Data Security people found you'd tampered with the sequencing. I don't know what you did, but we allowed you to create the sample, then injected you with it" "I didn't see any alarms go off. I wasn't locked out, and it accepted my password" "Of course it did. You were never hired. We decided to give you the treatment as soon as we could get you out of your old job." "You certainly know how to flatter me" "Mr. Big was apprised of your work. He decided to let you proceed, to see what you'd come up with. Data Security and the Sequencing folks were called in to double-check. It gave them an exercise to see how they'd deal with tampering or sabotage, we got a variant of the basic formula to check, and you were stopped before you affected any of the really interesting modifications" "So I'm not paranoid, everyone was really out to get me" "That's about the size of it" "So why let me get away with anything? Why didn't you just turn me into one of your garden-variety bimbos?" The doctor put down the clipboard. "I only work here. I hear things sometimes. Any business needs to diversify from time to time. We're already seeing some competition. Some outfit called Spells 'r Us is packaging some product that we can't make heads or tails of, and a Goddess shop is selling breast-enhancing items. We're losing market share" "So it all comes down to money. And the FDA lets you get away with this? And why let me enhance my brain?" "Well, for our product, they do. We sell a certain semi-legal concoction to do a specific job. They don't know about the off-label side. I don't know what they expect out of this new line of research. I don't know why we're even doing this. What's going to happen to us if we start churning out nympho braniacs? Guys are supposed to be able to control them, not wonder if they're going to be controlled" "And what of the ones who want to be controlled?" "Oh. Well that's a market I don't think we've looked at. We do one thing, and we do it well" "One size doesn't have to fit all. I think you miss out on the intellectual side of it, Doctor" "Tom. Call me Tom" "Ok, Tom. You're just peddling raw sex, just a commodity. What about romance, fantasy? What about inventiveness, kinkyness? I can't help that you've turned me into some sort of slut, but I can show you a better time than the other bimbos. I know you love the sex, or you wouldn't be working here, but what do you talk about to a brain-addled woman when you're recovering for the next round? Hmmm?" Tom considered the situation. Emotions crossed his face like traffic on a bridge; fear, puzzlement, growing acceptance. "You seem to be taking all this very well" "It's hard to be objective when you start seeing men as just a convenient ride. I can hardly think of anything else. I'm so turned on I can't stand it. I know I should be furious, but I can't get past the part where I tear your pants off" She sat down. "If I'd been a Bimbo, I wouldn't even be aware enough to be angry. I get the best of it; beauty, brains, and the ability to sustain a conversation" " It could work", he murmured. The way he said it was familiar. She searched her memories, and found the reference. "Young Frankenstein, 20th Century" He grinned. "Dad always loved that, maybe too much. Ok, you have a deal, I'll run it past the big boys in Chicago, but you can't just rest on your laurels. We can tailor the mix, make them faster, stronger..." "The six million dollar man. Yeah, my Dad had the same problem..." They looked at each other, smiling, and happy. She took her fingernail and slid it down the center of his chest. "So are we gonna fuck or what? Because I'm getting sort of antsy..." Before he could place the quote, she had her arms around her neck, and her tongue down his throat.