Bimboizer: Bimbo Stories

Dr. Ava Ramirez read the email again. Her mouth hung slightly agape as she tried to understand the simple words on the page. The Marcosian Investment Group decided to pull its funding of her research. Too eclectic. Too risky. Too unethical. Dr. Ramirez had corrected them many times over the past few years. Her work showed clear, practical applications even from the earliest onset. With the right template, her machine could create the perfect soldier. On one front, rewriting brain functions and thought processes, and on the other, reconstructing body tissue. She could eliminate compassion or instill a pure directive to follow the orders of a commander. At the same time, she could create a body of pure strength with amazing regenerative capacity. Soldiers who could pick up tanks and survive direct hits with no medical care required would change the nature of warfare.

Too unethical, she sneered. The investors’ badgering already forced her to cut her staff to its last member. She had to wait and shop for supplies like a coupon clipping housewife. All while a machine which would change the meaning of human existence idled in a run down lab. She wanted to scream. She wanted to find each of the pompous, spoiled twits who sat on the Marcosian board and force them to see exactly how risky her work could be. It had other applications, after all. The ability to reprogram a mind and body to serve any purpose, no matter how unethical it might seem.

Ava stood up and rubbed her eyes. She spent too much time staring at computer screens. The most recent data coming in from her tests looked favorable. Not that it matters now. Without funding, I won’t be able to keep the power on for another week, let alone continue supplying the machine. She grabbed a nearby tablet and navigated to an inventory screen. Enough to run three more full capacity trials. After that, I have a forty million dollar paper weight. And debt. A fuckton of debt. While her investors kept her in cash flow, she’d taken more than a few loans or deferred payments on equipment. Once she rolled out a prototype, she would make it all back plus a profit with the first demonstration. As soon as the creditors catch wind of my funding drying up, they’ll start calling in their debts wanting to get their blood from the stone before it runs dry.

“Dr. Ramirez, is everything alright?”

Snapped from her thoughts, Ava looked across the room to see her last remaining staff member, Penelope. The slightly younger woman held two cups of coffee as she walked across the room. “Yes, Pen, bit tired, that’s all,” Ava said, gnawing at her lower lip. “Actually, no that’s not true. You’ve stuck with me to the bitter end, so you deserve to know the truth. The investors are pulling out. We’re broke. We’re worse than broke.”

Penelope’s brights smile faded. “Oh. Is there a chance of getting them back on board? Our newest batch of data is good enough to run a human trial. We could demonstrate something for them. I still have those files on the liver transplants. That medical application alone would be worth it, surely.”

Ava’s mind finally broke free of its bitter locks. The investors spurning her work had clouded her mind and left her with too narrow a field of thought. She’d kept Penelope around for exactly that reason. “You’re right. I’m not sure we have time for one of the liver reconstruction trials, though. We’ve got maybe a week before repo men show up.”

“We could present the new data to the investors, at least,” Penelope suggested.

Ava shrugged. “Maybe. Now that I think about it, though, it seems like they never wanted me to succeed in the first place. How many times have I gone back to them with better data and more optimistic projections only to be raked over the coals a week later. I can’t believe I haven’t noticed until now. They’ve been stringing me along this entire time. Oh god, Penelope, they might try to reclaim my work, force me out, and go ahead with a watered down product from a different team. Shit, all the other staff the lack of money forced out. They could be reformed into a team capable of getting my prototype working within a few months.” She snapped her mouth shut and looked at Penelope. And you’re the final knife in the back, Penelope? The last fox in the hen house?

“You seem upset,” Penelope said. “You can’t let the paranoia get the better of you, though. I’ve kept in touch with a few of our former coworkers. Michael moved over to cryotech. Vera and Benny took jobs with a German pharmaceutical. They’re not secretly on the Marcosian payroll waiting to snatch up your work. They wouldn’t be able to use any of it, anyway. You’re the only one who actually understands the ins and outs of the machine. We can do what you tell us or work out problems you put in front of us, but the bigger scope is something well beyond any mind other than your own.”

The flattery fell flat. Peppering me with pleasantries doesn’t make less suspicious, Pen. “You’re right. I’m too in my own head. Tell you what, we’re going to get through this. You came up with a good idea in a few seconds. Maybe we could get someone from the liver or kidney lists. I can get to work on finalizing the templates for those. Here’s a plan. Let’s take two hours. Clear our heads. Jot down any idea that gets us to a functional demonstration, the bigger the better. After that, we meet back up and talk through some of them.”

“Great! That’s the spirit, Doc. You’re only ever beaten when you let them win.”

Ava retreated to her office and plopped down at her desk. A tight knot had formed in her stomach, periodically giving her a pang of worry or sheer panic. She admired her assistant’s calmness on one hand, and on the other, she bitterly envied Penelope’s lack of actual stakes in the matter. The younger woman might miss out on a few paychecks and have a dark splotch on her resume, but she wouldn’t be in bankruptcy, nor would her life’s work fall into a shameful embarrassment. Still, none of that precluded her optimism from being useful. Over the months of work, the staff pitched various ideas for practical application. One of them could save her, surely.

She turned to her computer and began browsing through the files all the researchers left tucked away in various project folders. Whenever one caught her eye, she would copy it to her local files and jot down the name on a notepad beside her. Within only a few minutes, she had a list of ten and another ten ideas bouncing around in her head. Addiction removal seemed promising. The ten smokers left in the world probably didn’t have much money, but it would be faster to demonstrate someone stopping smoking than changing eating habits. Once the mental rewriting could be proven, she could sell on the idea of turning everyone in the world into a healthy eater. Ethical, bah. It’s not unethical if you’re making people better. A world where each person choose to eat what they need rather than what they want. Saves billions in food costs. Saves trillions in health care. All from a five minute procedure!

A file name caught her eye. It was tucked inside several nested folders under Conner’s username. ProjectThaddeus. Ava frowned. Conner had been the only member of the team she’d fired rather than let go. He was a sniveling, conniving sort who lacked the tact to hide his own ambitions and unsavory appetites. It didn’t surprise her at all to find him secreting away project files. What did surprise her was the name. A man named Thaddeus sat on the board of the Marcosian group. At least, Ava presumed Thaddeus was a man based on the name. She’d never met him or spoken with him. When she asked about their absent member, the others told her that Thaddeus preferred to remain anonymous in almost all of their investments. They did mention he chose my research as a possible project, though. Was Conner a plant? Did they fuck me over from the start of all this?

She transferred the files to her own computer and opened them up. “Oh my god,” she said, startling herself. The file was a template for her marvelous machine. A template everyone joked about in passing whispers. A template meant to turn someone into a raving sex lunatic. Penelope. Connor was a sick fuck. He designed a bimbo out of a brilliant mind. Was she dumb enough to put her parameters into the machine’s logs? How else could he have made this so specific? God, he even altered the shape of her vagina. Increased breast size, increased musculature in the glutes. This even gets into increasing nerve sensitivity. She’d forbidden anything more than the most cursory adjustments to the nervous system. One wrong number could change a simple tissue reconstruction into the creation of a pure center of pain. How could he have done all this?

Ava didn’t know what to do. One of her assistants, one who had seemed a bit spacey compared to the others, had plotted out a perfect woman using his coworker. From everything Ava knew, it looked like he succeeded. Running the template on Penelope would create this perverted woman. A woman many men would pay through the nose to have. For that matter, a woman many women would give their entire life to be. With this data, I could make a male version, too. Why bother spending thousands on a personal trainer to be a club douche when you could pay me a few grand and use all that extra time to fuck like a rabbit. Still need the funding, though. And I still need Marcosian not to steal my ideas.

She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed Penelope’s extension. “Hi, it’s me. I’ve had an idea, but it would require you to have a procedure done.”

“Oh? Like what?” Penelope answered, sounding worried.

“Something minor. I was thinking changing your hair color. I would do it myself, but I would need to be monitoring the machine to make sure nothing goes wrong. You feel free to say no, but this is what I’m thinking. I call up Thomas, he was always more in favor of my work than the rest of the board. With him here, we give them what they’ve wanted the whole time, an actual, practical demonstration on a human. We film the whole thing along with our usual documentation. Then with Thomas on our side, we make one last big pitch to the whole board. If they go for it, great. If not, we dissolve the whole thing.”

“Um, you’ve templated for a simple hair change?” Penelope asked.

“Well, we’ve done the rat color swaps. With your metrics, I don’t think it would take more than a few hours to put together.”

“Ok, if you think that’s our best shot. Just make sure I don’t wind up with fur all over me. I’ll grab my stuff and head up to the lab to start prepping the machine.”

Penelope hung up the phone. The knot in Ava’s stomach twisted tighter. She hardened her smile, closed ProjectThaddeus, and moved it to the active template on her servers.

Thomas had someone with him when he entered the lab. The young investor always brought a smile to Ava’s face when she saw him. He was the perfect kind of fool, rich, good looking, and eager to prove himself. Even outside of the investment group, he patronized several odd research fronts, always showing a keen determination to be on the cutting edge, which, more often than not, resulted in getting cut. His coffers seemed limitless, though. Losing fifty million barely made him blink while losing out on the next fifty thousand could spell the end of Ava’s career.

The man with him did not instill the same happy glow in Ava’s mind. She’d never laid eyes on the man before in her life, but from the second she saw him, she knew him to be the mysterious Thaddeus. Who else could maintain such an air of pretension and importance, even while looking so shabby. He loomed over Thomas’s shoulder as though he might be a grandfather clock come to life. He wore a Victorian styled suit of black or near black. Greasy black hair fell down to his shoulders. Though he smiled and said pleasant things, he unsettled Ava with his mere presence. Old money, the kind gotten from no where good. War profiteering, bloody trade wars, and black ships with men in chains. Old money grows in blood. He may wind up more on my side than Thomas. The additional spectator did not change her plans much.

“Actually, Dr. Ramirez, we think it best to get it out in the open quickly,” Thomas said, cutting off her attempts to lead them further into the lab. “We appreciate your eagerness to prove yourself, but we simply cannot devote any more money to this endeavor. It’s not a question of whether your work can produce results or not. I’m quite confident you can. It’s simply a choice to move away from this area of investment.”

Ava’s mouth hung open. She’d been mid-sentence and didn’t know what to say next. It was Penelope who spoke up, “Is it impossible to change your minds? We have a full human demonstration prepared. I think Dr. Ramirez is very, very close to something amazing. Even if the group is faltering, perhaps the two of you might be interested in financing a few more months of operations. You came all this way, after all.”

“What kind of something amazing?” Thaddeus asked, eyes glittering black and hungry.

“Human body modification. The applications are endless. Each takes a good deal of work and research, but we’re talking about the end of genetic disease. Regrowing a failing liver or even a failing heart. Functional immortality is within our grasp.”

Thaddeus sneered. “Humans should not be immortal. It creates only problems. I will admit to being curious. Will you do what you brought us here to show us?”

His phrasing made Ava pause. How much did this man know? Did Conner leave a marker on the file? Did Thaddeus show up only to see if Ava would warp her assistant for profit? “Of course, if you’ll follow me.”

They moved over to the humming equipment. Ava gestured for the two observers to stand to the side while she followed Penelope over to the device. While the device had only been used for animal or plant testing, Ana had begun by designing a rigging system that would one day support a human subject, even going so far as to test the rigging herself while the machine was deactivated. As she strapped down Penelope’s arms, she felt the other woman’s nervous shaking. “It’s fine,” Ana said. “You’ll be fine. In fact, you’ll be even better for it.”

“What do you mean?” Penelope asked, her voice shifting from worry to concern quickly.

“You’ll finally be a redhead,” Ava said with a smile. She pulled the last restraint tight and moved to attach the diodes. With the final adjustments complete, she gave her assistant one last reassuring pat on the shoulder and moved over to the console. “Now, gentlemen, what you’re about to witness has never been done on a human before this very moment. Using my equipment and a well researched template of Penelope’s composition, I will alter certain properties about her being. Up until now we’ve looked at the human body the way a caveman might look at a car, but we can go so far beyond that. With my work, we can see each and every part of the human existence, from the errant hair follicle to the pattern of neurons which gives us our very sense of thought.” She pressed execute, and the machine hummed to life.

Penelope’s body went rigid. Her face registered a single moment of understanding before the machine took over. She tried to scream, but it came out as a soft moan. Her lithe form changed first. Basketball sized tits ripped out through her shirt. Thomas gasped, but the other onlooker remained placid, even critical in his gaze. Penelope’s waist slimmed into a taut, narrow strip of muscle. Her hips, on the other hand, flared out into obscene cushions as her slacks tore. Her butt jiggled as it expanded, shaking in time with the entire machine. I did say I would change her hair, Ava thought as the mousy brown curls turned to platinum blonde strands. Penelope’s lips plumped into fat pillows as her eyes slightly widened, giving her a doeish look. Ava knew more changes happened underneath the poor girl’s remaining clothes. The bizarre changes to her anatomy aside, she would never again need to shave. Her pussy lips and nipples would become intensely sensitive. Rewiring of nerve centers meant a butt plug would be enough to send dear Penelope into a spiral of incessant orgasms. She would never stop wanting cock. The feel of one in her mouth would make her constant wetness grow into a flood. Conner had truly designed the perfect bimbo. A shame Penelope had to be the first.

The machine’s work finished, and the whirring hum slowed. Ava took a grim satisfaction in seeing Thomas struggle to hide the erection in his pants. She moved over to Penelope and unfastened the girl from the restraints. “You see, gentlemen. Science can create the kind of world we envision, no matter what that world may be. For some, peak physical fitness. For others, becoming a being of pure pleasure, like Penelope. How do you feel dear?”

“Want me to lick your pussy? Oh gosh. I bet you have the best tasting pussy, Doc. Oh! Can I suck his thingy? It’s hard.”

Thomas stepped back, cowering behind the tombstone silhouette of Thaddeus. “Jesus, Ava, what have you done?!”

Penelope righted herself on shaking legs and immediately pulled down the split pants. “Oh, wow, its so smooth and wet. Hey, Tommy! Stick your cock in here. I bet its hot and tight. I bet you’re big enough to make me cum right away!” She bounced on her heels, her massive breasts wobbling obscenely. “Uh, oh! Look, I’m all milky.”

Ava frowned. She hadn’t noticed it in the template, but checking back she saw that Conner had included an association between arousal and lactating. The milk rolled down Penelope’s distended nipples as she continued to bounce. The bimbo girl scooped up a drop and brought it to her mouth, grinning as she quivered from the taste. Ava turned her back to her creation, trying to put out of her mind the nice girl who had been nothing but loyal. She fixed her eyes on the two men. “I’ve taken away her worries. I’ve taken away her fear. I’ve made her a creature of pure desire. She can know only happiness and can give only happiness. What would you give to have her? What would you give to have a woman built specifically for you? How many of your millions would you part with if I designed the true girl of your dreams. Think of it Thomas, Thaddeus. Think of what is possible with this technology.”

Thaddeus smiled. His lips parted in a wide grin, and Ava found herself counting his teeth. More and more of them appeared, blistering white between his thin, pink lips. “Technology,” he snarled. “You think you’ve changed Penelope? No, Doctor, you have failed to account for one thing, the soul.”

Ava rolled her eyes. The man’s commanding presence aside, she had no patience for the pious. “Is that why you sent Conner to spy on me? Because you’re some evangelistic nutjob with too much money. Now that I’ve seen it to be truly possible, I don’t need either of you anymore. Hell, how much do you think I could get for Penelope alone? I could grab any number of college girls looking to participate in a trial to make their tits bigger. Their boyfriends would pay me thousands to erase all those little objectionable hangups in the bedroom.”

“You have erased nothing,” Thaddeus said, as calm as the moment he first spoke. “You’ve created a true abomination. Something I have not seen in a very long time. I sent Conner to see if you were capable of what you boasted, Dr. Ramirez. I tried to spare you this by pulling your funding. I hoped destitution might lead you to a more virtuous path. Yet, I knew you would not because I have already seen that you would not. After a lifetime of lifetimes, I still hope to be surprised. You are not allowed to meddle in this field.”

“Not allowed?” she laughed. “Who are you to deny me? I made this with my own hands and my own mind. There is no higher authority in this field than me. The second highest is about to suck your friend’s dick.”

It escaped neither of their attentions that Penelope had moved over to Thomas and pulled down his pants. Thomas looked conflicted, but he also had a pair of lips designed specifically for sucking cock wrapped around his cock. Penelope had her free hand in her pussy while the other happily played with Thomas’s balls.

“You are wrong,” Thaddeus said. His spindly hands moved from his sides in a motion quicker than Ava could register. She heard the snap, and the world lurched around her. Nothing moved or jostled, but for the first time in her life, Ava understood what it meant to be perfectly still. Thaddeus moved toward her machine. “It is a marvelous contraption, but it is not something meant for mortals. This thing would not save the human race, but destroy it. Control this machine, and you control the world. You ask how much someone would give for their Penelope, yet you have not considered the answer to the question. Any one soul would give everything for this. And for a thing of such high value, the only higher value is ensuring no one has it at all. The world would tear itself apart for your toy, Dr. Ramirez, which is why it must be destroyed.”

Thaddeus’s pale hand touched the side of the device. The steel bent and shifted. The wires snapped and fizzled into nothingness. With a groaning shriek, the whole thing collapsed into a pile of dust within only seconds. Ava watched with terrified awe, both of the complete destruction of her work and of the power of the creature holding her life in his hands. Thomas gawped, but did not break away from Penelope. The transformed girl only squealed as Thomas’s load gushed into her mouth.

“What the hell are you?” Ava asked, not certain she wanted to know the answer.

Thaddeus shook the dust off his hand.

“I am not cruel, Ava,” he said. “That is what I am. And what you are not.” He looked at the pile of dust. “Despite this, you would try to build it again.” He sighed, a long, old sound which sent a fresh shiver down Ava’s back. “I mentioned a soul. I see them. Some beg for what you so casually gave Penelope, but not her. She wanted something more subtle. She enjoyed her mind more than her body. Unlike you, that is. Thomas is more akin to you than not. He has been seeking the liberation I offer for some time. He is very wealthy, and he will enjoy having you. With some changes, of course.”

“What are you talking about?” Ava asked. She looked at Penelope and realized what Thaddeus meant. “No. You can’t do that. I’m brilliant. My mind is…is…”

Thaddeus shrugged. “Small. Do not worry. It will not go to waste. Penelope will make good use of your intellect.”

“No! Wait. Please. Let’s talk about —”

Thaddeus snapped his fingers.

When the world came back into focus, Ava stood in the middle of a lush, red bedroom about three times the size of her small apartment. Expensive furniture occupied some of the space along the walls. Shelves of books and photographs towered between vast windows with huge, gaudy curtains. Through the windows, she could see a vast lawn with well maintained gardens and hedges. At the center of the room, Penelope knelt in an enormous four poster bed. She remained naked, but had stopped touching herself for a moment as she reconciled her own confusion. Beside the bed stood Thomas, stripping out of his clothes as a strange dark glow flowed around him.

As the bizarre light moved across Thomas’s body, it changed. Nothing as dramatic as what Ava did to Penelope, but smaller and more nuanced. His muscles toned, and his skin smoothed. He lost the slight softness to his face as a rigid jawline emerged. His hair took on a new luster and fullness, and his lankiness became a leanness. As he pulled away his boxers, Ava saw what she expected. His cock throbbed with the unholy light, growing in length and thickness before her very eyes. For all that had happened in the past few minutes, seeing Thomas’s cock pulse with virility made a deep part of her move with new life. Thomas looked at his own manhood with a mingled look of appreciation and awe. Taking it in his hand, he stroked it a few times before moving to his balls, giving them a squeeze, and causing himself to shiver.

Penelope could watch only for a few seconds before she dove on the improved dick. Her cushioned lips wrapped around his shaft once again, drawing him into her mouth and throat with ease. Thomas groaned, grabbed the back of Penelope’s head, and unloaded his cum into her hungry mouth. With the immediate need sated, he turned to look at Ava. “You can come out of that corner, you know. I won’t bite.”

“I’m quite comfortable, thank you,” Ava said. She’d turned her attention to the door. She needed a way out, but so far she couldn’t think of anything other than running and screaming. How much good would that do against some kind of magician capable of teleporting me to god knows where. It was morning at the lab. By the look of the sun, it’s after noon here.

“I thought it would work quicker on you,” Thomas said, idly as he pulled his cock out of Penelope’s throat. She lurched back, cum drunk and giggling.

“What would work?” Ava asked. What did they do to me? If he could do that to Thomas, what’s to stop him from making me another bimbo?

Thomas stretched and moved across the room to a bar. He poured himself a drink while his dick recovered. Ava couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Even limp, it hung down halfway to his knee. “My family, the Oswalts, have a long history with Thaddeus. I don’t know what he is, but he looks after us. In exchange, we help out where we can. Most of my family never meet him, of course. Of my seven brothers, I think I’m the only one ever to speak with him directly. And that’s only because of you, Dr. Ramirez.” He downed the scotch. “He wanted me to invest in your research to see if you could actually do it. He put Conner in your staff to seed the idea of Penelope. Then, when it became clear you were going to go through with it even with no money and no prospects, he offered me a new bargain. In exchange for taking care of you, I would be gifted with a new body. How do you think it turned out?”

He spun around slowly, showing off a perfect physique. Ava tried to ignore it, focusing instead on how the bargain involved her. “Take care of me? You’re going to kill me?”

“Huh? Oh, god, no,” Thomas laughed. “Literally, I’m going to take care of you. Look at Penelope. You think she can take care of herself? Without someone looking after her, she’d wind up in a cheap whorehouse sucking any dick she could get her hands on. So, when you’re like her, I’ll make sure you have a nice place to live, here with me that is, and people to look after you.”

“The machine is gone. You can’t make me like her.”

“No, I can’t. You’ll do it to yourself. That’s what Thaddeus did to you, you see. Every time you swallow cum or someone cums in your ass or pussy, then half your smarts go to Penelope. It’s neat right? Cause you can always get just a little dumber, and she’ll always get just a little smarter. It’s like a paradox or something, you know? If you walk halfway to somewhere every day, you’ll never get there. Cause it’s —”

“I fucking understand,” she barked. “So he cursed me to never have sex again. So what?”

Thomas frowned and gestured to his own body. “Can you really resist? Imagine what Penelope is feeling. Orgasm after orgasm until she’s rolling on her milky tits, cooing and gibbering with blinding pleasure. Can you pass that up?” He moved closer to her. His cock returned to its full grandeur, oozing precum from its tip.

Ava told herself she wanted to go. But her feet did not pick her up and carry her out of the room. It was the right and proper thing to do, to run away from this madness. Yet, she found herself not wanting that at all. She wanted Thomas’s cock in her mouth. As she crawled down to her knees in front of him and opened her lips, she wondered how many nights she’d spent fantasizing about sucking a stranger’s dick. She’d buried those desires and errant impulses in her work, but they’d never been truly quiet. Even as his throbbing rod oozed precum onto her tongue, and her hand moved up to feel the strength in his thighs and the weight of his balls, she tried to rationalize her choice. Give him a blowjob, and all this will end. The sick game will have played out. I can escape. Even if he’s telling the truth, half my intellect is still ten times anyone else’s.

These thoughts faded into the scent of Thomas’s body and the warmth of his closeness. His hands moved into her hair as her tongue undulated along the sides of his cock. She wanted to make him cum, to taste the salty spurt hit her tongue and slide down the back of her throat. The low arousal which began while watching Penelope’s transformation started to burn hot. Ava could feel the dampness in her panties. Her clothes pressed too tightly against her skin. She looked up, across the sculpted terrain of Thomas’s chest, to make sure he was enjoying her work. His head arched back, and he let out low groans, rocking his hips in time with the bob of her head. From the corner of her eye, she saw Penelope moving across the room. The other woman knelt down beside her, watching with a dumb grin as her former boss sucked dick.

Thomas came unexpectedly. The rush of cum flooded into Ava’s mouth. Too late, she realized what she’d done. She saw it in Penelope’s eyes first. The vacant emptiness of her former assistant’s mushed brain faded into a look of understanding. Thomas’s cum rolled down Ava’s chin as her own mental capacities halved. She swallowed, trying to remember the intricacies of some of her own theorems. “Oh no,” she gurgled, wiping the cum on her cheeks off with her finger.

“You fucking monster,” Penelope said, her voice cold. She looked down at her own body. “Look at what you did to me! I trusted you!”

“Now, now, ladies, no need to fight.” Thomas backed away, causing both of them to look forlornly at his half erect cock.

“Oh we’re not going to fight,” Penelope said, getting to her feet and yanking Ava to hers. “Your wizard or what the fuck ever apparently didn’t stipulate getting my old body back. So if I’m going to stay a milky, fat lipped bimbo, then I’m going to be the smartest one in the room.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean for him to cum…” Ava’s head buzzed. It was like being drunk and sober at the same time. More importantly, her body needed to be free. Every inch of her skin yearned for cool air. She pulled off her clothes while keeping an eye on Thomas’s cock. It stirred to life again seeing her strip. Or maybe it’s Penny’s bouncing titties. She pulled off her bra and realized with horror what the strange feeling in her skin meant. That morning, she’d had a pair of small C cups. The monsters hanging off her chest now were growing toward F’s.

“Hah!” Penelope pointed at her former mentor. “Looks like you get the big dumb tits treatment, too. Oh, I bet your pussy feels just like mine, and you can’t wait for the next dose of cum can you. Get on the bed you dumb slut. Time to make you dumber.”

With a strange obedience, she crawled onto the bed on all fours. Her tits felt better hanging directly underneath her, especially as Penelope began to stroke them. Looking behind her, she saw Thomas, once again, inhumanly erect. Wait, wait. If he cums in my pussy, I’ll get stupider again. My hot, aching pussy that wants to have a cock in it so bad.

Penelope moved down to Ava’s lower half. She slid a finger along the wet, smooth slit before grabbing either of Ava’s ass cheeks and pulling them apart, giving Thomas a full view of Ava’s pussy and asshole. “These are yours to fuck, aren’t they Thomas. You’re going to fill her up with so much cum that I might win a Nobel. Come on, big boy. You can suck my titties while you fuck her into a dumb bimbo.”

Ava groaned as Thomas’s cock pushed against her pussy lips. The feeling of his hot cockhead pressed against her slippery folds sent shivers of pleasure through her whole body. In the next instant, he popped inside of her, her walls stretching tight around his cock as he thrust inside of her. Looking over her shoulder, Ava saw Penelope keeping her promise. Thomas’s head craned down to suck from the other bimbo’s tits while his hand played with her pussy. Not to be outdone, Penelope’s free hand rubbed at Ava’s ass for a few moments before a finger pressed against Ava’s asshole. “How do you like a finger in your ass, Dr. Ramirez,” Penelope taunted before pushing her thumb into Ava’s ass.

Ava’s world erupted with pleasurable light. As her body shook, she realized Thomas picked up speed. Before she could stop him, he shoved fully inside her and erupted again, filling her pussy with cum and her brain with a fuzzy warmth. The strange feeling on her skin returned, wrapping around her body tightly. Her ass bubbled into a huge, wobbling mass, and milk started to gush from her tits. She wanted to ask for more cum, but her lips felt funny. She slid off of Thomas’s cock as a giggling fit took over.

“What’s half of a half, Dr. Ramirez?” Penelope taunted. “Still got enough brains left to figure that one out? Tell you what, since I’m such a nice gal. You get to feel Tommy’s cock in your butt first, but then I get to have some fun.”

Ava didn’t know what the sexy lady was talking about except that she might get her ass fucked. She cooed with pleasure as a dull pressure pushed at her rear entrance. As a bonus, Penny spread her legs right in front of Ava’s mouth. She started licking happily as her ass stretched open with Thomas’s cock.

It’s such a nice thick cock. Tommy is a good cock haver. He’s going to cum in my butt and make me his bimbo!