A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. A man lay sleeping in a bed, covers pulled up to his chin. The clock next to him showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to beep.

Jim was asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud beeping of the alarm woke him up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there in bed for a moment, remembering what he was supposed to do today. Whatever it was, it had to be better than yesterday, he thought - today is a brand new day!

After laying there quietly for a moment, Jim remembered it was his girlfriend's birthday.

Sarah's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then went to the mall to find a gift.

Upon entering the mall, the first shop that Jim dropped into was a smallish boutique full of odd trinkets. There didn't seem to be anyone around. He browsed the store for a while, and having still noticed not another soul he went to the counter to look for some sort of an "out to lunch sign". when he leaned over the counter he immediately felt a woman leaning over him quite closely- spooning him in fact. Briefly after feeling her ample breasts on his back he jerked around in surprise, and was greeted by a tall buxom twentyish blonde; she had to be at least 6'1" and quite athletic. Her silken hair grew to the middle of her back, and was styled in cute bangs in front; she had green eyes that set off the slight tan her model-esque face. ( and finally a full fourth of a page in ) Of course Jim's attention was immediately drawn to her breasts, they had to be in the high DD or even E range, and he was by the way that they rose and fell with her breathing. Finally he was able to tear his attention away from them long enough to ask her a question:

"Where'd you come from?"

"Where'd you come from?" She answered immediately.

"I asked you first."

"This is my shop."

"So I guess you just materialized out of thin air then?" He replied sarcastically.

"Maybe, but rather than ponder that, why don't we find your girlfriend a gift?"

"How'd you know my girlfriend needed a gift?"

"Well people only come into these stores for two reasons- women come to find gag items, and men come to buy gifts for their girlfriends. So unless there's something that you've forgotten to tell me: you're here to buy a gift for your girlfriend."

"So what do you recommend?" Jim asked.

"How about this?" She asked, pulling a ring from her finger.

Jim now noticed that she was wearing quite an elaborate assortment of beautiful jewelry. However he somehow felt that the ring she showed him would be perfect for Sarah. "That's perfect!" he exclaimed. "But what are you doing with so much jewelry anyway?"

"Probably infringing on any number of other stories"

"What?"

"nothing."

"So how much is the ring anyway?"

"$15,000,- more if you want a bottle of cleaner"

Taken aback Jim remembered that he didn't even pay that much for his car. "That's insane! Do you manage to sell anything around here?"

"I'll give you the whole package for just $50 if you'll let me come to the party that would probably be better anyway" She said with a warm, easy smile.

The ring would be perfect for Sarah, so at this point Jim was forced to:

Run screaming from the store. ( otherwise he might accidentally end up in a BE story! )

Having deftly avoided the evil of the flower lady, Jim heads deeper into the mall. While browsing, he noticed a wing of the mall he'd never been in before. Jim decided to see what was down here. Looking around he decided to go into...

Head into The Ultimate Woman: Gifts and Trinkets.

Jim walks into the store called "A Better Woman". Who wouldn't like a better woman, after all. Even though Jim liked Sarah, he always felt their was something missing from their relationship(could it be sex?).

The store was full of women's supplies. There was a lot of kinky lingerie and mannequins dressed in erotic outfits. He found himself slightly aroused by it all. Jim got that funny, sinking feeling that all men get when they go into a woman's store.

Jim buys something for Sarah (you dog!!)

Jim decided to buy something for Sarah... He saw 6 things that might be interesting. A better pregnancy belt, designed to cause instant pregnancy, a better appetite T-shirt, to cause weight gain controlled by the giver, a better sexual appetite anklet, which would turn Sarah into a slut in both appearance and mind, a better bust bra, self explanatory, a limited change ring, which would allow both Jim and Sarah to change the length and color of Sarah's hair and nails, change her eye color, and add and subtract up to 30 lbs anywhere on her body... Jim also saw a box underneath the table and chose the anklet...

How could anyone resist an anklet that increases sexual appetite? It was too good to be true. Jim bought the anklet and rushed to Sarah's house to try it out.

"Sarah, I want you to know that I love you dearly. here is your birthday present. Happy Birthday, my love." Jim hands the anklet to Sarah, suppressing a smile.

"Oh! How beautiful. I simply must try it on." Sarah puts the magic anklet on. "It feels kind of funny. Almost tingly."

Jim watches as Sarah's face starts to change to one of lust. "Oh, Jim. Thank you so much! Let me show you how much I love you." Isn't this great? Sarah falls all over Jim, trying to get his clothes off and hers at the same time.

"oooohhh...Jim...I feel so...wonderful!!" Sarah puts her hands on her breasts and squeezes them. "Look Jim, squeeze my boobs. They feel so good. Squeeze them, Jim, squeeze them."

"uh...ok." Jim puts his hand on Sarah's boob and squeezes. They do feel pretty good. Jim squeezes them some more and is greeted with great warmth. "They're really hot, Sarah."

"Yea...they feel so good. My breasts feel like they're on fire or something. Look, Jim, look. I think their getting bigger." Sarah pushes her boobs into Jim's face for emphasis. "Ooohh...that feels good, Jim. Suck them, please, please, please!" Sarah pushes her nipple into Jim's mouth.

"mmmmph...." Jim sucks Sarah's nipple with great pleasure, feeling the warm from them.

"Oh, baby that feels so good. I think my breasts are going to explode." Sarah squeezes her breast into Jims mouth a little more. Sarah looks at her breasts as they start to get bigger. "Oh my...look honey."

Jim watches as... Sarah's breasts get bigger.

Her breasts grew until they were a solid F cup as she continued to moan in perpetual arousal. She was a slut now in body and mind, all right!

Jim pondered as to whether he should call her "Sarah" in this mode, though her name, of course, was Sarah. Would this be a split personality?

He fondled her expanded new bosom with her enthusiastic approval, and then noticed that all of her clothes had become as sluttish as she had.

After their little tryst, Jim walked further into Sarah's house to go to the bathroom. Sarah just sort of laid on the couch, exhausted. The Anklet had made her hornier, but her endurance was still the same, and it was gone. As she took stock of the changes the anklet had caused...

...Jim happened to pass her bedroom, where he saw the usual pile of clothes in the corner. He also thought that the clothes looked different, somehow, but he paid it no mind and went back to Sarah. There, it finally got through his thick skull that not only Sarah was changed, as he saw the clothes she had been wearing earlier, now transformed into a black mini-skirt, pink halter top and some 4-5 inch pink shoes. Jim turned to Sarah and said...

Jim wanted to see how she would behave in public... Sarah, let's go out to dinner, I know a great outdoor bistro in the red light district

Sarah pulled her halter top around her vast F cup breasts, stepped into her pink high heels, and wrapped her black miniskirt around her waist..."not going to make me wear panties, are you, Jimmy?"

Jim smiled and shook his head. They got into the car and headed for the outdoor bistro in the red light district. When they got out of the car, Sarah flashing all there was to flash, Jim was impressed with how the busty slut his girlfriend had become seemed to fit in here, and Sarah seemed to like the ambiance too. Several streetwalkers shot her jealous looks.

As they sat at a table, Sarah with legs spread wide, he dared her to undo her top.

Jim said, "I dare you to take off your top."

Sarah giggled, "Jimmy, that's not much of a dare. Why don't you dare me to go down on you right here or fuck the next guy that looks at me or go pay a hooker to fuck me in the street. You're not very creative tonight."

Jim shrugged and he sat back as his busty girlfriend pulled off her halter-top. It came up with a SNAP as it cleared her F cups. A light breeze had come up and Sarah's nipples quickly hardened in the cool night air. Now everyone in the place was looking at her. Jim said, "I dare you to go down on me, right here."

"Now you're talking," she said, got onto her knees, and unzipped his fly.

Everyone in the place stared at them as Sarah, her big bare boobs bobbing in time with her head, sucked Jim to orgasm. And then a jealous hooker asked Jim to compare her talent to Sarah's.

As Jim was basking in the afterglow a woman strutted up in a black see-through minidress and black pumps and said, "Hey, bitch! You think you can just work my turf?" The platinum blond pulled Sarah up by the hair and spit in her face. She looked down at Jim and said, "How much are you paying her?" Jim just shrugged. "Freebies, too! Well, let me show you how a bj is done, honey!"

She roughly pushed Sarah aside and dragged her long hair down his stomach and over his hardening cock. She expertly took it into her mouth in a rush and began sucking on him like there was no tomorrow. As she sucked, she ran her long red fingernails over his balls and Jim came in no time. She swallowed every last drop and then stood up. "What do you think, loverboy?"

Jim looked at both of them and then said,

"Sorry, Sarah. But, she is a pro. Maybe she could give you lessons or something..."

Sarah looked hurt by his comment. "Do you really think I need lessons from her?" She said looking at the smug hooker.

"Well, I�m sure she could teach you how to really please a man." He replied. He turned to the whore. "What�s your name?"

"I�m called Trixie." She answered as she lit a cigarette. Jim could tell she was trying to figure out what type of weirdoes she was dealing with.

"Well Trixie, my girlfriend Sarah here wants to become the best slut she can be. Do you think you can help he out?"

Trixie ordered Sarah to stand up. As she walked around her she turned to Jim. "Yeah, I think so. A little more makeup and a new hairdo and I�m sure she would do fine out here on the streets."

"You mean turning tricks?" Sarah said flabbergasted.

"Of course. How else are you going to learn how to please men? Out here it�s do or die." Trixie said as she ran her hand through her bleached blond hair. "You either learn how to do it or you starve. I figure if you can earn three thousand in one night you are definitely a professional slut."

"So how much would you charge for her training?" Jim asked.

"I �manage� several other girls out here so I wouldn�t charge you a flat fee. Instead I get forty percent of what she makes for the first five months. If she�s still working after that I�ll only take twenty to just keep an eye on her for you." She told him as she finished off her cigarette. "I�ll guarantee you that after five months she�ll be the nastiest slut out here."

While Trixie was speaking, Sarah licked Jim's earlobe and whispered, "Oh Jim, she is so sexy."

"Well Trixie," Jim said in response, "I'm all for your deal but Sarah needs us to take care of a little business first. She wants to find out how good you are at eating pussy."

"Sure," Trixie said, unsurprised, "I've got a room near here."

Sarah nudged Jim. "Actually," Jim said, "Sarah wants to be a real slut so she was wondering of you could do her behind that dumpster in the alley."

The trio picked their way through the alley to a relatively clean spot behind the dumpster, about half way between the alley's two openings. Jim was kind enough to lay down his coat on the ground while Sarah leaned her back against the dumpster and pulled off her panties and then flipping up her skirt. She made no move to remove any of her other garments. The whore similarly began pulling Sarah's lips apart with her fingers as she flicked her tongue across Sarah's clit. Sarah groaned loudly.

Jim noticed someone smoking crack in the alley.

Jim watched the young woman further down the alley as she lit the crack pipe and proceeded to get stoned. He left the girls to their fun and walked up to the woman.

"Excuse me." He started. Quickly she slipped the pipe behind her. She obviously was to occupied with what she was doing to have noticed him.

"What you want? You a cop?" she said with a scared look.

"No, I�m not a cop. I just want to buy some crack. Do you want to sell some?" He said as he looked into her glazed over eyes.

"Sorry man, I only have this one rock. I bought it off of Steve over there." She pointed down the alley past Sarah and Trixie towards a man across the street. "I�m sure he has more. Tell him Sally sent you."

"Thanks." He said as he walked back towards the girls. "Good job girls." He chuckled as he walked by. "Keep going. I�ll be right back."

As he entered the street he walked up to the man Sally pointed out. "You Steve?" He asked.

"Who�s asking?" He replied.

"I�ll keep that to myself. I was sent by Sally." Jim said.

"That whore will send a uniform cop to me. What do you want?"

"Well first off, I�m not a cop. And second, I want to buy some crack. Sally told me you could fix me up."

Steve looked Jim over. "How much you want?" He asked.

"Fifty bucks worth. And I need a pipe too." Jim told him as he pulled out a fifty.

"Steve paused for a second sizing Jim up. "The pipe will cost you an extra twenty." He said as he took the fifty and placed a small baggie in his hand.

Jim pocketed the baggie and pulled out another twenty. Steve handed him a fancy pipe and walked away. Jim looked the pipe over. He figured that it must have been his sample pipe because he could tell it had been used before.

He then went back into the alley to finish watching the show.

When they were finished he handed the pipe to Sarah. "Here, try some of this." He told her.

Sarah was fairly close to orgasm when Jim presented the pipe to her so she simply opened her mouth and nodded. As he placed the pipe in her mouth, her lips clamped around it and soon, he was lighting up a rock.

The instant the powerful drug entered her system, an orgasm was immediately upon Sarah. The combination of the orgasm and the crack sent her body into absolute ecstasy. Laughing, coughing, yelling, Sarah was declaring her orgasm to the world, "I'M CUMMMMMING. I'M SUCH A SLUT! I'M CUMMMING ON CRACK!"

Trixie was on her feet as Jim covered Sarah's mouth to keep the noise down. "Got any left for me?" she asked. Trixie nursed the pipe for the next few minutes as Sarah gradually became loosed.

"Jim," she said, "I've never felt anything like that before. I need to do it again. I want to be a crack whore." She was sweating and shifting her weight from foot to foot as she made the plea.

"OK," Jim said,

"I'll pick you up at this intersection in exactly 96 hours. You have until then to make enough money to not only stay high but have $1000 when I come to collect you."

Sarah looked at Jim as her brow furrowed. She seemed to be trying to figure out what he said.

"That�s four days." He told her. Jim wasn�t sure if it was the anklet or the crack but Sarah�s mental capacity seemed to be shrinking.

"Oh, ok." She said as it sunk in. "But Jimmy, what about my job?"

"Don�t worry about that. I�ll take care of it." He replied. He then turned to Trixie. "Well, she�s all yours."

Don�t worry," She said with a smile. "I�ll take real good care of her for you."

Jim then kissed Sarah good-bye and headed out of the alley.

Ok, so he just goes home and beats off for the next four days. Let�s just skip past that and see what happens four days later when he picks her up.

Jim had waited in the car at a nearby intersection so that he could arrive at exactly the right moment. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't even know if Sarah was going to show up. There might be a myriad of reasons he wouldn't see her there. And yet, there she was, running towards the car, dressed in nothing but a pink rubber bikini top, which clashed horribly with a plastic maroon pair of hotpants. The 6" heels Sarah wore were another clashing shade of ochre.

Before the car had even come to a stop, she was already pulling on the door. Once she was in the passenger's seat, Jim saw that her form was trembling and glistening with sweat.

She immediately grabbed him and began kissing him hungrily, her tongue thrusting as deep as it could into his mouth. And then suddenly, she was speaking.

"So Jim, I became a crack whore just like you asked. And it fucking rocks! I'm high right now! Really high! I get so horny when I'm high, I let men fuck me up the butt! That's how I make my money for crack! Not everyone lets men do them up the butt, you see. So, I'm, fuckin' sluttier than the other crack whores!"

"So anyway, I don't have the money though. Because I had it about two hours ago and then this guy came along with some really good rock and I thought I'd just celebrate you coming to get me!"

Jim watched, transfixed, as Sarah lifted a pipe to her lips and lit it. He watched the tremors go through her body as the euphoria took hold. "YES!" she shouted and then began to laugh nervously. "So I hope you're not mad. 'Cause I'll make it up to you."

She began tearing off her top and unzipping her hotpants. Jim was disgusted yet intrigued as her left hand reached under her seat, clearly to probe her asshole as three fingers from her right hand were thrust, unceremoniously into her cunt. "How can I make it up to you?" she asked.

"Well," Jim said, "let's get you some plastic surgery."

As Sarah was jabbering away Trixie walked up to the car. "Hey Jim, what the fucks wrong with your chick here?" She asked him as he rolled the drivers side window down.

"There�s nothing wrong with me! I told you that Jim wants me to be a crack whore and I�m only trying to be the best crack whore I can be." Sarah said as she rammed three fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Sarah, be quiet for a few minutes so I can talk to Trixie. Ok?"

"Ok Jimmy." She said as she fit another finger into her cunt.

"Is she always this hyper?" he asked Trixie.

"With as much crack she has in her system I�m surprised she isn�t bouncing off the walls, literally. She�s been smoking it nonstop since you left. I tried to get her to try some coke in between doing crack to slow her down but she insisted that you want her to be a crack whore and she had to smoke crack instead. I�ve had to watch her closely to make sure she doesn�t O.D. on it.

"I thought crack was cocaine." He told her.

"Well, it is. But it�s a more concentrated form of it. It�s high is a lot more intense but it wears off more quickly." She explained as Sarah attracted his attention with a loud moan.

When Jim looked over he saw that Sarah had her whole hand up her cunt now pumping it in and out of herself. Jim was in awe. Here was his once prim and proper girlfriend stoned out of her mind fisting herself in his car.

She does that a lot anymore." Trixie smiled. "But you really need to talk to her. If she keeps going at the pace she is she�ll wind up dead within a month. I�ve tried to talk to her but she won�t listen to me. I tried to get her to buy some new clothes but she refused to spend the money on anything else but crack. I wound up giving her some of my old throwaways."

"Hell, I couldn�t even get her to spend the money to get her hair done. Either she�s going to have to start listening to me or our deal is off." She told him flatly.

"Well, I have gotten her an appointment with a surgeon that�s going to do some work on her looks. She should be there about two weeks. I will have a little talk with her while we�re gone and set her straight on a few subjects. When I bring her back, if I bring her back, I will make sure she obeys you fully. Ok?"

"No problem. Look, I�m not trying to push you around or anything but I don�t want some girl dying on me. And I told you I would teach her right but I can�t teach her if she won�t listen to me. So don�t get mad at me. Ok?"

"Don�t worry, I�m not mad at you. I just am not sure what I want to do with her right yet. I�ll let you know either way though." He told her. They said their good byes and he pulled away.

After they were on their way Sarah finished getting herself off and then licked her hand clean. As she started to light up her crack pipe Jim told her to stop.

"I think you need to back off that a little." He told her as she pouted. He loved the glazed stoned look in her eyes but he seriously didn�t want her to kill herself.

�I�m going to have to get her some coke and teach her how to regulate her new drug habit.� He thought to himself.

Jim watched as Sarah reached over and unzipped his pants. She then bent down and swallowed his cock whole with very little resistance.

As Sarah gave him a blowjob he thought about what to do with her. The thought of keeping her as a drugged up street whore really turned him on. Hell, with that anklet he could start his own stable of whores and never have to worry about working again.

He then thought about the anklet. He was worried about what would happen when and if he removed it. �Well, I guess I�ll cross that bridge when I get there.� He thought. He then went back to concentrating on his blowjob.

Soon afterwards the pulled into the parking lot of a small clinic. He had brought Sarah there to get bigger tits and fuller lips.

Jim had had to tell Sarah eight times that she couldn't smoke her pipe yet. He watched with a kind of weird fascination as she came down uncomfortably into the dreary world of reality. She did her best to distract herself by caressing her aching pussy but got no relief. In fact, she realized that it actually hurt a bit.

Once they were in the parking lot, Jim was just too tempted; "Sarah," he said, "you've been such a good girl in the car, I think you can have a rock before we go in." Elated, Sarah mashed her pussy against his thigh and kissed him deeply. She did not hold the kiss long, however, and moments later, she was holding the thick acrid smoke in her lungs. She had learned to hold the smoke quite a while in the past few days.

Jim had to run to keep up with her as she charged up the stairs and into the clinic.

"Hello," he said to the receptionist, "we're expected."

He and Sarah were waved through into a medical consulting room. Again, Sarah ran ahead of him so that when he entered the room, she had already bent over the examining bed and spread her cheeks for him.

"Quick Jim," she said, "fuck me before the doctor gets here! You can put it anywhere."

"No thanks," Jim said, "but you go ahead and enjoy yourself."

That was all the invitation Sarah needed. Within seconds, she had her entire fist in her sopping cunt while two fingers probed her loose asshole.

Just as Sarah added a third finger to her asshole, the doctor came in.

As Jim watched Sarah fisting herself the door opened and Dr. Asher walked in followed by his nurse. Jim�s eyes bulged out when he saw the doctor�s nurse. Her breasts stuck out a good eighteen inches in front of her body, Jim guessed that they must be JJ cup at least, and her large lips formed a perfect kewpie doll pucker on her heavily made up face. Her bright green wide-open eyes showed no sign of intelligence underneath her mass of brilliant red hair. Her uniform was barely street legal with the super short white micro-skirt and the six-inch spike heel shoes.

"Hello Jim. I take it that this is Sarah." He said as he looked amusingly at her. "Looks like she has a very healthy sexual appetite."

He turned back to Jim. "Ah, I see you noticed my lovely nurse Bambi. She�s not much help with the patients anymore since I did a little brain surgery on her but I keep her around the office to showcase my work."

"Brain surgery?" Jim asked.

"Yes, I have a unit in my operating room that I can use to get rid of unwanted parts of a person mind. Things like schooling, free will, and sexual inhibitions. You know, the useless parts of a woman�s mind." He said nonchalantly.

Jim felt like grabbing Sarah and getting the hell out of there but stopped himself. His sources already told him that the doctor was nutty as a fruitcake but he did great work and he was cheap. The tit and lip job was only going to cost him a thousand, and if Bambi was any indication of his work, that was a steal.

"Well, I�m not interested in any of that at the moment." Jim told him. "All I want is the breast and lip surgery."

Ok, that�s not a problem. We�re here to please." He said with a strange smile. "Bambi, as soon as Sarah�s finished please take her to her room."

"Ok Dr. Asher." Bambi replied in a high-pitched bimboish voice.

He turned back to Jim. "I will do the operations tomorrow and she should be in recovery for about two days. Like I told you over the phone, no one is allowed in the recovery room area. So if you want to say anything to her you better say it now because you won�t be able to see her till after then."

Jim walked up to Sarah and stopped her for a minute. "Sarah, the doctor is going to take care of you for a few days and I want you to do what he says. Now are you going to be a good girl for him?"

"Oh yes Jimmy." Sarah replied with a wicked grin. "I will be a very good girl for him."

Jim informed the doctor about Sarah�s drug habit and a few more details and then headed out. He could hardly wait to see her with her enhanced tits.

The doctor brought Jim into the consulting room and sat him down before he would discuss Sarah's case. "Frankly," he said, "she is the most difficult patient I have ever dealt with. We contemplated terminating the procedure but," he looked meaningfully at Jim, "I made a judgment call and we pressed on."

"You see," he continued, "when Ms. Richardson woke up from the first round of surgery, she was hysterical. Screaming about how she didn't want the surgery and what a bastard you were, on and on. Even after she had calmed to the point where we could reason with her, she insisted that you had somehow made her do unspeakable things and that she would not consent to any further surgery."

"Naturally," he said, blinking meaningfully, "I realized that this was clearly an irrational episode. It happens, sometimes in plastic surgery, the patient cannot accept responsibility for their new form and they choose to retroactively blame others. I published a paper on the phenomenon."

"So, we naturally rectified this problem with a little additional surgery. Ms. Richardson is now fully accepting of, and adapted to her new form." He rose and opened the door into the next room with a flourish.

The doctor saw no need to mention the anklet, which they had removed from Sarah prior to surgery. "Let me introduce you to the new Sarah, a reconceived woman."

As the door opened a large smile crossed Jim�s face. Sarah chest stuck out proudly in front of her tenting out the loose fitting gown that she wore. Her puffy red lips curled into a smile when she saw Jim.

"Oh Jimmy! Look at my pretty new tits!" She cried as she lifted the gown to expose her huge GG cup breasts.

The perfectly round globes looked completely fake. They looked like they were taken off of an over endowed mannequin and glued to her chest.

As he ran his hand over the thumb size nipples Sarah recoiled slightly. He looked up into her eyes and saw the familiar glazed look of the drug she had been taking. He also thought he saw something else. He thought he saw a slight emptiness behind her eyes.

"The special creams I use takes away the bruises but they will be sore for the next week of so." The doctor explained.

"So what was the additional surgery you performed?" Jim asked.

"Well, you told me that she was a prostitute. But after her �episode� I hooked he up to my brain scanner and found that she was a lawyer up until a few days ago. I realized that her past life was interfering with her new choice in careers. I decided that I had two choices for her mental stability. One, remove the implants and her memory of the past few days and let her go back to her old boring life, or remove most of her old life and help her get on with her new one."

"I figured that she would be happier and more fulfilled in her new life so I removed most of her schooling and knowledge. She still had some problems with who she was and how she wound up here so I slowly removed some more of her intelligence until she no longer cared. I also increased her sex drive and removed her sexual inhibitions to help her in her new life. She should make a perfect prostitute now."

"Also, noticing how well her mind was adapted to the crack she had been taking, I decided to make some modifications that simulated the high she enjoys so much. You'll find that she will experience waves of euphoria and hyperactivity, sleeplessness and the associated cognitive impairments. But clearly, she'll actually need to use the real stuff before she's high enough to let you play with her tits before they've finished healing." "So, as we discussed, part of the payment which allows for the waiver of the majority of the fee is to allow us to throw Sarah a 'farewell party' to wish her well in her new life," the doctor continued.

Jim recalled that a major feature of the so-called party involved Jim consenting to its being videotaped, to him not attending the event himself, and Dr. Asher having exclusive and final control over the guest list.

Jim decided to sneak into the farewell party.

Jim honored the contract and left Sarah there for her farewell party. After he left he began to get curious about what was going to go on at the party so he decided to sneak in to watch. After gathering a few of his own devices he headed off to the clinic.

Once there he disabled the alarm and using a small electro-magnetic lock pick he snuck in the back of the clinic. He found Sarah and Bambi in one of the rooms playing with each other. The doctor and a strange man were sitting in the corner watching them.

As Jim listened in he heard the stranger speaking. "Yes Dr. Asher, I think she will do fine�

at spreading the virus that you placed in her implants."

"Yes, the young 'women' at tonight's event will think they're just participating in some kind of voyeuristic lesbian bimbo orgy. They'll have no idea that oral-genital intimacy will transmit the virus to them. Once it's in the pool of hookers, men will start spreading it into the general population and all of a sudden, she'll find herself fitting in a lot better," the doctor continued.

The two men lifted crystal glasses of some brandy and toasted their plan. Jim, meanwhile felt conflicted. There was a certain bent appeal in spreading a virus that would make other women more like Sarah and Bambi. He wondered how thoroughly similar they would become to his bimbo pet.

Just then, Sarah approached the two men. "Me'n Bambi need some rock. Bambi wants to try it," she explained.

Jim continued lurking as preparations for the party got underway and some of the guests arrived.

Jim hung back in the shadows as Sarah and Bambi sat there getting stoned. Soon they were interrupted by a knock on the side door. Dr. Asher answered the door and ushered seven women in to the room.

"Sarah, these are your party guests. Come here and say hi." He said.

Sarah got up and stumbled slightly on her six-inch heels as she walked over to the women. "Hi." She giggled. "I�m Sarah. You girls ready to party?"

A red headed woman looked at her with a smile. "Sure gorgeous." She turned to a tall black woman, "You take care of business Amanda and we�ll get the party started."

"Ok Debbie." Amanda said. She then walked up to the doctor. "Ok, as we agreed. Seven of us for four hours comes to forty eight hundred dollars. And we don�t take checks."

Dr. Asher pulled out a large wad of money and handed it to her. She then joined in to the festivities and soon the lesbian orgy was in full swing.

Randy watched the show from hiding. He could see that Debbie and Amanda were in charge of the activities as they commanded the other girls around and kept the party going.

Around two hours into the party Randy started to notice the women changing. Their playful banter slowly turned into simpler trash talking punctuated by uncontrollable giggling. He began to notice physical changes on Amanda first. Her trim athletic body was slowly growing softer and curvier. Her breasts grew from a B to a D within thirty minutes and were continuing to grow. Soon all of them were exhibiting signs of bimbofication.

At the end of four hours all of the women were big titted bimbos. As they lay around the room playing with each other Dr. Asher turned to his guest. "As you can see the virus works perfectly."

"I thought the virus would take months to effect this type of change in the subject?" the man asked.

"It will. Right now you are seeing the full effect of the virus. It tames down after third generation infection. Which means that anyone these hookers screw will turn into bimbos within hours but when they pass it on the time expands considerably. Although anyone Sarah screws gets the full effects of the virus. I will inject them with a viral inhibitor tomorrow the will stabilize it so the changes happen slower. That way it will spread over the entire country before anyone even realize it."

Soon they left the women to enjoy themselves and sleep.

As Jim continued to stare at the erotic scene before him, he didn't even hear one of Dr. Wu's security guards come up behind him. And the girls were having far too good a time to hear the gunshot, muffled as it was by a silencer.

One week later...

Danielle grabbed her clothes and stormed out of the room. She felt horribly ill. Suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea as she felt all the alcohol she had consumed over the course of the night. She found herself crying as she pulled her clothes back on the fire stairs.

How could that bastard tell me she was an old friend of his from college. The woman was a hooker, Danielle thought to herself as she wiped her tears away. She should never have let Gary talk her into being in a threesome at all. Not only was she not attracted to women, she decided, she certainly wasn't attracted to some kind of big-titted bimbo slut. Anyone who hires whores to pretend to be his friends doesn't deserve to be my boyfriend.

As she stood down infront of the hotel, she realized how drunk and stoned she still was. "Just trying to help get us in the mood," Gary had said. God knows what that hooker was on when she arrived, Danielle thought. The red-haired girl who had introduced herself as Debbie had been so out of it she completely failed to pull of the 'old friend' act with any conviction. She just tore off her clothes and then ferociously began to make out with Danielle. Danielle had broken the embrace and rushed out of the room. On top of everything else, she was disturbed by the woman's peculiar appearance.

A half-hour cab ride later and a quick shower and Danielle was in bed, drifting off to a night of strange and erotic dreams.

Danielle stood in front of the bathroom mirror applying a bright shade of red lipstick. �God I have got to get laid tonight!� she thought to herself. �I�m so fucking horny I could hump a bed post right now.�

The last week had been hell on her. Mr. Dixon had balled her out several times for spacing out during work. �I just can�t seem to keep my mind out of the gutter. Hell, I thought Mr. Dixon was going to have a heart attack when he caught me staring at his crouch yesterday during dictation.�

Her face brightened with a wicked smile. �I wonder what he would do if I pulled that big dick of his out of his pants and gave him a blow-job right there in his office.� She mused.

After she finished painting her face she pulled the towel off her long brow hair and proceeded to blow-dry it. She had thought about bleaching it to match her growing airhead reputation but nixed the idea. She didn�t need to lower her standings with her boss any more than it already was.

Once her hair was done she headed out into her bedroom. �Well, if this doesn�t get me a man tonight,� She thought as she held up a skimpy red dress. �I might as well just kill myself and get it over with.�

She then slipped her new black thong panties on and picked the matching lace bra up. She tried to fit the new bra around her chest but it just wouldn�t fit. She pulled it off and looked at the tag that read �Thirty-two B. �Damn. They must have sewn the wrong size tag in this one.� She reasoned. �I guess I�ll just have to go braless.�

She finished the outfit off with three-inch heels and some light jewelry. After checking herself out in the hall mirror she grabbed her purse and cigarettes and headed out the door.

Somehow, it was already 2am -- closing time. Danielle couldn't believe it. She and Sheri? (she wasn't sure of the name of the drunk woman sitting next to her) -- anyway, whatever her name was and she had both ended up a the same table. These nice men had invited them over. Well, she wasn't sure how nice the men were but they were very well dressed and had been buying her drinks all night. It only seemed fair that they should go over and thank these two for the drinks they had sent her.

God I'm drunk, she thought. Everyone looked at her. Did I say that or just think it? she wondered. It didn't help that she had really been feeling a little fuzzy and spaced-out all week, but especially today.

"Me too!" Sheri slurred. Danielle realized that she was paying special attention to Sheri; she was suddenly conscious of how stacked her new friend was. She felt a familiar erotic pulse between her legs.

"So," Rick? (whatever his name was) said, "do you girls want to keep partying?"