Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Pt. 05

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Five.

Two Happy New Bimbos Doing What They Do Best.

Fink hadn't slept well, not well at all. In fact, he'd never slept worse since he took over this outfit and turned it into his wildly successful BimboTech Incorporation. Its former CEO served as his totally bimbofied personal ass-sistant now. So, what was there to lose sleep over ever again? All had gone smoothly until these god-awful bitches of Wolfram & fucking Hart thought they'd reel in a few of their damn rain checks. It wasn't their demands that made him itchy; those meant nothing. It would be a piece of cake to turn these private eye snoopers into giggling bimbos. He'd done that, been there. The nosy cop Kate had been a push over. The others would not cause him a minute of worry.

This Trippi, or whatever her new silly name, might have surprised him when she shrugged off her chemical spell for a split second. But a good old-fashioned round of gang bang fucking had taken care of that. Last he saw of her was her proud fat ass rising from a mountain of orgiastic flesh. There was this other thing, though, this request to lure the sister of this so-called vampire slayer to the premises and make her a happy bimbo, along with a school class of college freshmen. That didn't sit well with him at all, although he had no idea why. It just seemed far-fetched to grab a whole class just to catch a freak witch. Ah, well... Did he have a choice?

He walked down the hallway, barely escaping Tittiefuck, his loyal ex-boss. She always tried to pull him into her H-sized wobblers. No time for that now, silly bimbo; too much to do, too much to worry about. First thing on his list was to see about the brainy chick, what was her name? Fred, silly name for a girl. She'd better be BounciBounce by now, dammit. Which brought him to another pain in the ass. Wallace Warren, associate from the first hour. Self-appointed friend and nagging know-it-all. Warren had insisted on having the nerdy chick exclusively to himself after the initial body changes. Warren was getting to be a problem, Fink thought. From the start he had objected to the all-chemical ideology of the firm. He believed in hypnosis and mental invasion, whatever that might be. Fink knew it was just another way to compete with the boss. Not that Fink had really cared. Let the guy have his nerdy orgasm with the slut. She was supposed to be a cabbage in the end, anyway. So, if it all went wrong, he could always get the old mindfucker-chair and finish her off himself.

He reached the beauty salon. Behind the pink door was a chaos of squealing girlie voices. The tableau vivant he saw after opening the door was uplifting, mentally as well as physically (as his tightening crotch let him know). In the beauty chair sat a teenage boy's gushing vision of steaming paradise. The girl had tits the size of soccer balls, crowned with jutting nipples at least a digit long. Her hair swung from left to right on her lolling head. It looked like a flaming red flag torn to pieces by a raging storm.

The first thing Fink saw, though, were her endless legs spread wide and fastened into chrome stirrups. That way she allowed a full and unhindered view on the fattest and wettest bare cunt he'd ever seen. Not for long though. A crew of bimbos centered in on her in screaming bliss. An ash blond bombshell went down on the leaking cunt, an Asian centerfold clawed into the left tit, a butterscotch bimbo closed her fat, enhanced lips around the right nipple. When he looked closer, he saw the ex-cop Cunt Lustly ram her nightstick into a convulsing asshole. A content smile split his worried face. He stopped right in front of the orgy, where he rose onto the tips of his toes. Then he fell back on his heels and coughed in his fist.

"Eh... Bounci, I presume? The one and only BounciBounce?" he said, focusing on the reason of her new name. Right then the redhead's screaming climax drowned his voice. Fink was not a bit surprised that the bimboslut did not acknowledge his presence. She may once have been the clever Winnifred Burkle, now the burgundy haired, deeply dumbed-down vixen hung with vacant eyes in the beautician's chair, slowly coming down from multiple orgasms.

"Honey," Muffy whispered into her ear, after softly kissing the new slut in her creamy neck. "Mashta's 'ere." At this, Bounci's eyes snapped open. She turned to look at Fink. In her new eyes this man was a God amongst man. Praying that Warren wouldn't fuck up, it was one of the things Fink had him add, together with many more additions the lawyer bastards had no need to know of, just as he had bracketed out so many other changes on their list.

Bounci began to lick her slick, painted lips, batting her lengthened eyelashes. The other sluts helped their new lover out of the chair. Clinging to their assistance she approached Fink, her magnificent legs shaking.

"Bounchi fank Mashta. Bounchi bimboshlut now, Mashta!" she giggled. "BounchiBounchi now, wooki." She groped her tits and let them fall to explain her new name, ending up in a storm of giggles. "Bounchi, wike, weawwy wuvs eatn pushy!" she added when the giggling ended. Fink sighed relieved at this last remark. Damn Warren had bragged that the leggy whore had sucked his cock for all it was worth. Fink doubted it. Right now, it looked like her ultimate conditioning had taken hold. She seemed a total lesbian.

Fink scratched his chin. He imagined that playing it clever, he could probably have the future stripper all to himself, and her lover, the little goldmine of a porn star. Who knows, maybe the rest too? Why not? Wasn't he God around here?

"Mashta!" Bounci chirped, in her new, high-pitched, lisping bimbo voice. "Whe'e 'sh, wike, shlutty Twippi? Ish Twippi happy wike shweet Bounchi now?" Fink smiled. Despite all the pressure that Wolfram and Hart was providing, he knew he really loved what he did for a living. This delicious slut had walked into the halls of BimboTech a scientific minded, shy and nerdy woman. Now look at her! Bounci smiled back at the salon bimbos. She started to lick their juices off her long-nailed fingers.

"Trippi is a happy slut too," Fink laughed. "Would you like to see her?" BounciBounce stopped licking her hands. She jumped up and down in excitement, clapping frantically, while giggling uncontrollably. Fink liked how her enormous tits flopped up and down, such an apt name she had. The salon bimbos hugged her and giggled with her. Holding out his hand, Fink motioned for her to go with him. Bounci turned on her seven-inch stiletto heels and thanked the 'bootishuns' for all they had done for her. She then clung tightly to her Mashta Fwink as they made their way to one of the conditioning rooms.

"Fank ya, Mashta, fo' makin' Bounchi weawwy happy!" she moaned. "Poontang an' Muffy tol' Bounchi dat, wike, she wash shoooo totawwy bo'ing befo' comin' to BimboTech. Bounchi shoooo weally happy now!"

"You'll have to make it up to me later, slut," Fink said with a smile. He lowered his hand to cup her padded ass. Bounci's big brown eyes opened wide. She loved the feel of his hand on her ass. Even if he was a man, he was her sweet Mashta. She flashed a big, totally guileless smile at him.

Fink led BounciBounce to the room where he'd left TrippilyKlit. It amused him how the new bimbo babbled on about anything that popped into her empty head. Fink realized how utterly brain-dead the child now was, and how contagious her happiness became because of it; how unconditional her love. He also imagined that she would never wear clothes again, if someone didn't tell her to.

"Now, Bounci, you're going to love this," Fink said. They stopped at a pink door. The girl now called BounciBounce clapped her hands. Little high-pitched screams left her lips.

"Bounchi shoooo wuvs shupwisesh!" she squealed, a splatter of urine wetting her thighs.

***

Fink opened the door. His newest bimbo BounciBounce jiggled into the room, gasping and tittering at what she saw. There, before her was TrippilyKlit, bobbing her head up and down the twelve-inch enhanced cock of a security guard. Her right hand slid up and down the man's rod, her thick hair and full tits danced with the rhythm. Tittiefuck and Cunt Lustly sat watching, fingering each other and giggling. Suddenly the guard groaned. He arched his back and shot load after load of hot cum down his slut's throat. Trippi knew how to suck all of the white goo down. Tasting it, another of Fink's secret conditionings kicked in: she doubled over in an intense orgasm of her own. After shaking and moaning for at least a few minutes, she rose. Going over to her two newest friends, she offered them a mouthful of the man's cum. The two sluts sucked on her fat lips and savored their treat like it was the most precious present they'd ever received. Which might very well be the case

Fink cleared his throat. TrippilyKlit turned on her high pins. Bounci's pussy moistened, as she looked her up and down. The girl she didn't know anymore as once her sensible friend Cordelia Chase, wore red thigh-high, seven-inch heeled vinyl boots. They kept her toes in sharp, ballerina-like points and made her walk like a puppet. She wore a red mini-dress in shiny vinyl too, so tight it looked like it had been painted on her ample curves. The neckline endangered her watermelon tits to spill out at any movement. The dress stopped just below the bottom of her shining ass.

Trippi's thick brunette hair had been done up, teased in a style that made her look slutty, but also accentuated the creaminess of her long and elegant neck. Whenever she moved her head, Bounci noticed her large gold hoop earrings. Mmmmm... how she envied her for them. Trippili's permanent make-up made her look like the porn slut she was. In combination with the eager expression on her face it screamed she would fuck anyone and anything. Anytime. She arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Bounci. Then she sauntered over to her one-time friend, now to be her lifelong lesbian lover.

Bounci would never notice the big change that had come over Trippili's eyes. They'd always been bright and full of excitement, but now there was something new altogether. Her eyes, in their jungle of thick lashes and heavy eyeliner, burned with a deep and constant fire, fed by her eternal need to be fucked. To be fucked and fucked, and then to be fucked some more. Trippili stared at Bounci. She smiled broadly, bringing her long-nailed hands up to cup Bounci's larger than life tits.

"Oooh, Mashta make Bounchi shooo shexhy!" she sighed. Her new breathy voice had a silver lining. She ran a hand through her teased hair as she licked her slick fire engine red lips. The wild taste of cum was still evident. Then her eyes went dark and dreamy. Taloned fingers touched the face of her new lover. She closed in on the girl. Their tits met, mashing into each other. Trippili groaned deep down in her throat.

"Don' you jush' totawwy wuuuv bein', wike, a BimboTech giwl, Bounchi?"

"Yesssshh..." BounciBounce moaned, churning her thighs. Trippili inserted two fingers in her lover's slick bald cunt.

"Shit down, shweet Bounchi, an' let shlutty Twippi shuck ya pweddy pusshy." The once so very shy Winnifred sank onto a sofa filled with soft pillows and spread her legs wantonly apart. Trippi knelt down in front of her. She giggled girlishly; then she lapped at Bounci's swollen slit. Pussy juice began to ooze.

***

A wave of lust had washed over BounciBounce when she saw how Trippili sucked the huge cock with her fat soft lips. She'd moaned when she saw her gulp down its rich content. Each contraction of the creamy throat had released a contraction of her empty cunt. By the time the totally sexy brunette shared her mouthfuls of cum with the other delicious creatures, juices ran down her inner thighs. Bounci pulled at her enlarged nipples and moaned in her new, high-pitched little voice when her lover licked it all up. The entire world turned pink and misty around her. People talked, but she hardly heard them. There were only these brilliant eyes that penetrated the mist, belonging to the gorgeous brunette she somehow knew was TrippiliKlit. She knew Trippili loved her dearly; it made her knees feel even weaker. She squealed as tongues and fingers touched her swollen slit, it felt all so good and right as she slid into a glove of silken bliss. Opening up totally, she humped her lower belly against the probing intruder. Then her body relaxed all over. More fingers started to knead her great, sweet tits. Electrical currents ran amok inside her body, sending sparks from her throbbing cunt right up to her empty brain. They crackled like fireworks before her eyes.

When a soft, hot mouth closed over her pulsing cunt she jumped. Pure pink happiness flooded her. She knew this was what she lived for. She'd always live for this and would never get enough of it. Ah, never again could she be without thissss... She humped the face that pressed into her. She whispered with a hoarse voice:

"Yesssshh... oh Gawd, yesh, shweet Twippi, ma wuv. Pweashe, pweashe eat siwwy Bounchi. Fuck siwwy Bounchi fo'eva wif ya noo shupah-long tonguey. Make yo' Bounchi, wike, cum and cum until aww lighsh go out... ooooh yesh yesh yesshie yessssh... oooohhh... mmmmm". Gawd, yes, oh myyyy... The fat pink snake of a tongue slid into her, going on and on. It found thrilling places that made her groan and lift her ass off the chair. The tongue filled her, stretched her even, with its new length and athletic body. It darted and dashed until she danced in the chair, screaming at the top of her lungs. Bounci came. And Bounci came again. She rubbed the face of her lover with her soaked cunt lips, painting her face with the hot, shining juices. And then Bounci came yet again. She rested her endless legs on Trippili's shoulders. Her stilettos scratched all over her new lover's back. Trippili came, too; her screams vibrated into Bounci's convulsing cunt.

Cunt Lustly had long since left Bounci's swollen tits and nipples. She slid under the kneeling TrippiliKlit and ate out her leaking pussy. She dashed her tongue into the tight opening and started nibbling on the aroused clit. Then she pushed her slick cock-like nightstick into Trippi's little bleached star, right above the hole she sucked. That was what made Trippi spasm and cum together with her new lover Bounci. It made her spasm and cum... and cum again. All the world was one wallowing sea of pink sweet clouds.

***

As Cunt Lustly lay blissfully spasming from Trippi's doctored juices, Tittiefuck minced over to Fink, eyes eagerly wide.

"Wou' ya wike a bwowjob, Mashta?" she asked with subdued excitement. It was then that Fink got a call on his cell phone. "They have arrived? Damn!" he said. Then he smiled at his devoted assistant. "Sorry, whore, we have guests. Once Trippi is done with her new lover, have her dressed as a slutty schoolteacher. She's about to teach our newly arrived guests the benefits of being a bimboslut!" He turned and left, knowing the details would be lost on Tittiefuck. All her limited attention was taken up by the scene in front of her, but the horny black slut shook off an urge to join. She knew that if she hurried now for Mashta, he would fuck her brains out later.