"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Oh Valerie! Try your clit! It’s incredible!"
Valerie’s hand went for her crotch but then she stopped. Someone had giggled. She looked up to see Candyass and Mr. Lorenz enjoying their shower show: the bimbo with vacuous delight, the creep with a self-satisfied leer. With horror, she came back to herself.
"Tracey--stop! Don’t touch yourself! It’s a trap!"
"But it feeeels sooooo goooo...goooo...goooo...Oh God Yes!" said Tracey as she was hit with the biggest orgasm of her life.
"No!" cried Valerie, grabbing for her friend’s diddling hand. She misjudged the size of their new hooters, however, and the huge tits collided. sending ripples of distracting pleasure to Valerie’s brain. What was worse, as she grabbed again for Tracey’s masturbating hand, her friend tried to push her away with the other hand and instead latched on to a engorged nipple.
"Ooooh!" cried Valerie. "Tracey stop! We can’t ....we can’t....oh god that’s so nice but...."
"But nothing," said a masculine voice from behind her as Mr. Lorenz hand snaked around to diddle her clit. "You think to much Valerie. It feels nice. Go with it."
Thought fled as Valerie’s clitoris declared its dominance over her brain and she melted into the man that manipulated it. The water had shut off and warm streams of air blew the girls dry and puffed up their hair. Tracey’s was a long wild platinum, while Valerie’s was heavily frosted with dark roots.
Valerie was vaguely aware that the bimbo had grabbed Tracey at the same time her boss had grabbed her and that they should both be trying to get away, but her knees were weak and her thoughts were gooey and she stumbled and staggered where the man directed her, oblivious as she and Tracey were strapped into chairs a few paces apart.
Once the girls were strapped into their chairs, they at last stopped diddling them and, panting, Valerie and Tracey were once again able to think somewhat straight. They struggled against the straps but to no avail.
"You can’t do this!" declared Valerie. "This is kidnapping! And assault! And half a dozen other felonies as well! I work with lawyers and not only are you going to jail, I’m going to sue you and your company for every penny you’ve got! You’d better let us go now and get us to a hospital quick to fix whatever you’ve done to us and maybe you’ll be able to negotiate a plea bargain that will get you out before you’re 80!"
"You’re going to sue us? Oh my!" exclaimed Mr. Lorenz. "I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait your turn. Candyass filed suit against us first."
"I did?" asked the blonde bimbo, confused.
"Yes! Just before the hostile takeover. You were suing me and the company for sexual harassment. You said you were denied promotion because you wouldn’t suck my cock."
Candyass laughed at the absurdity.
"But I suck your cock all the time!" she pointed out.
"Hmmm. Maybe that’s why you never pursued the case. Well, that and your attorney decided to become a lap dancer."
Candyass giggled.
"Can I suck your dick now?" she asked hopefully.
"No, but you can eat Valerie’s cunt while I work on Tracey," he said.
"Yay!" " exclaimed the bimbo, bounding towards the bound brunette.
"No!" exclaimed Valerie as she dived for her muff. "Don’t! Stop! DoooooOhOhOh...Sto-aw-awwwwp! Dooooooooooooh St-ah-hah-hah-hah!"
Valerie squirmed in her chair, her eyes rolled up in her head and she shuddered as Candyass lapped at her turbo-charged twat.
"Don’t stop!" she begged. "Don’t stop!"
She was oblivious to everything but the practiced cunilinguas of the bimbo between her knees. Tracey stared in horror at her willful friend instantly reduced to a mess of saporal lust. The horror was compounded by how turned on she was getting by watching the whole scene. Her own pussy twitched in jealousy at Valerie's molestation. She was so distracted by Valerie’s plight and her own reactions to it that she hardly noticed when Mr. Lorenz flipped a switch on her own chair and a low hum began in the base of her skull. The scene before her seemed to go flat and her brain started to buzz like her feet did when she crossed her legs too long. She crossed her eyes. It didn’t help, but she left them crossed anyway.
"Valerie is such a slut, isn’t she Tracey?" asked Mr.. Lorenz.
What was that? That wasn’t right, was it?
"No," objected Tracey. "She’s not a slut. You did something to her, to us..."
"Well, yes, I did do a few things to you., but still, she’s obviously enjoying that bimbo eat her out and she just barely met her. Don’t you think a girl who would have oral sex with someone she just met is a slut? I’m not judging her or anything. It’s just a matter of definitions. Calling something by the right name. Don’t you agree? Don’t you agree that someone who enjoys oral sex with a stranger is, by definition, a slut?
Tracey couldn’t deny that.
"Well, yes..." said Tracey and there was a bright explosion of happy rainbows and twinkley stars in her brain.
"Whoa..." she exclaimed.
"Yes, but back to Valerie. You just admitted that she’s a slut, right?"
"Huh? Well, um not really. I mean...What was that?"
"Nothing much. But you do agree that Valerie is doing something that a slut would do, right?"
"Well, yes, bu...." and rainbows.
"So Valerie is a slut."
"Huh? Oh yes..."
Stars and rainbows.
"Say it for me, will you? Valerie is a slut...."
"Valerie’s a slut!" Tracey declared and once again her brain exploded in delight. It was stronger this time.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh God Yes!" exclaimed Valerie.
So it wasn’t really a betrayal. Valerie herself admitted it. Or maybe her exclamation was the result of Candyass reaching up to strum her nipples as she sucked her clit.
"But what about you, Tracey?" Mr. Lorenz asked. "You let Candyass fondle you and you let us strap you naked to a chair. Don’t you think that maybe that makes you a slut too?"
"Me?" she balked. "Non, I’m not.... I just...."
"You’re just getting off on watching a bimbo eat your friend’s cunt. Sounds to me like you’re a slut. And a pervert to boot.
Tracey was confused.
"Me...I...I...."
"Let me put it this way," said Mr. Lorenz. "Say that I was to take a big black dildo like this one and shove it in your cunt. Would you enjoy that?"
"Oh god! Oh god! Oh fuck yes!" said Tracey as the man did precisely that, shoving the black rod into her sodden twat.
"You enjoy this, right?" prompted Mr. Lorenz.
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" exclaimed Tracey and the stars and rainbows were back to join the chorus of her singing cunt.
"And that makes you a slut, right?" continued Mr. Lorenz with inevitable logic.
"YES!" declared Tracey and the stars got brighter, the rainbows more colorful.
"Say Traci is a slut," urged Mr. Lorenz.
"Traci is a slut!" Traci cried. "Traci is a fucking slut!"
The entire pantheon of lucky charms marshmallows exploded in her brain and she came like never before.
Panting, Traci blinked and smiled. She looked at Mr. Lorenz smiling back. She giggled. It felt so good to agree with him. She hoped he would tell her more things that she could agree with.
"That’s good, Traci," he praised. "Very, very good. You’re a happy little bimbo now, aren’t you?"
"Yes! I’m a happy little bimbo!" she declared, and her brain rewarded her. Why had she ever tried to disagree with this man? He was so smart! He understood so much about her! She was a happy little bimbo.
"You will enjoy your new life, won’t you Traci? You were so sad before, with your tiny titties and your hard thinking.. Now you have a pretty, sexy body and all you have to think about is being pretty and sexy and fucking. You love fucking don’t you Traci?"
"Traci loves fucking!" Traci agreed. "Traci is a slut!"
"Good, Traci! Good!" he praised.
Traci giggled.
"You’d do anything for your boyfriend wouldn’t you Traci? he continued. "After all, he’s the one that gave you this nice present--making you a bimbo, just like you always wanted to be."
"Uh-huh!" Traci agreed.
Mr. Lorenz continued, telling her all sorts of things that she hadn’t known about herself but was happy to learn. The happy stars and rainbows were always there now, and she could see them whenever she closed her eyes.
"All right now, Candyass. I think Valerie has had enough for now," said Mr. Lorenz, patting the sticky-faced bimbo's head.
Valerie panted and shivered as the blonde woman stopped torturing her with pleasure. She blinked, trying to focus, and at last recognized the patiently waiting Mr. Lorenz and her bimbofied best friend beside him, smiling broadly and unbound.
"Tracey!" What, what happened?" she asked.
"Candyass ate your pretty pussy," explained Traci. "You’re such a slut."
"What? God, Tracey, how can you say that?"
"It’s o.k. I’m a slut too. Mr. Lorenz ‘splained it to me. I can lick your pussy later if you want."
"Oh God, Tracey!" exclaimed Valerie. "What have they done to you! They’ve turned you into a bimbo!"
Traci giggled.
"I know! Isn’t it cool? They gave me big boobies an everything!"
"No, Tracey. They did something t your brain! This isn’t you! You’re a smart, independent woman!"
Tracey giggled all the harder.
"No I’m not, silly! Mr. Lorenz ‘splained it to me--I’m a horny little bimboslut! I’m good for fucking and for looking at! I don’t like to think to hard cuz it makes guys not want to fuck me. I like to fuck a lot!"
"Oh God!" Valerie sobbed. "You have to fight this!"
"Why?" asked Traci with wide-eyed confusion. "I always wanted to be a bimbo!"
"And you’re going to make a great one!" Mr. Lorenz affirmed. "You go with Candyass and she will get you some real bimbo clothes! You can ask her all about being a bimboslut--she’s a real pro!"
Candyass blushed at the compliment.
"I’ll stay here and explain a few things to Valerie. She seems a bit confused."
"O.K.," agreed Traci and followed the senior bimbo away from her constrained friend.
"Tracey, no!" cried Valerie. "Don’t...Don’t leave me alone..."
"You’re not alone, silly," said Traci. "Mr. Lorenz is gonna stay her. And he’s really nice and really smart and he said maybe he’s gonna fuck me later! <giggle> ."
And then her bimbofied friend was gone and Valerie was alone. Alone with a monster.
"She’s wrong, of course." said Mr. Lorenz, flipping a switch on her chair. "You are alone. All alone and helpless. Weak. Powerless."
Everything went flat, lifeless. Valerie knew she didn’t believe what the man was saying, at least she didn’t want to. But what did she believe? She was so tired after Candyass’ tongue lashing. It was hard to think.
"No..." was the only protest she could manage.
"Yes, Valerie," said Mr. Lorenz. "You just admitted it. You don’t want to be alone. You’re weak. You need a man. You want to belong to a man. If your man was with you, you never would have found yourself in this position.
"Bullshit!" she managed. Mentioning Peter restored her rage. "Peter's fault. All his fault!"
"Oh no, Valerie. Peter was just looking out for your best interests. He knows that you’re weak. We all know it. You're the only one that doesn’t realize it."{
"No....I’m...I'm strong..." she said weakly.
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie,:" said Mr. Lorenz, long suffering. "You don't’ know what you are. You’re willful, but you’re not very smart. You don’t even know what you want. You need someone to think for you. That’s why you’re here...To learn who you are and what you want."
"But...but..."
"Yes, a perfect example. According to your dossier, you think you don’t like anal sex, right?"
"No...I mean yes...I mean, I don’t like it."
"No, you just think you don’t like it, when it’s obvious to anyone with half a brain that you love being rammed in the ass."
"N-Oh!! exclaimed Valerie as the man pulled a lever and she felt something hard, warm, and slick emerge from her seat and press against her asshole. The initial repulsion was promptly chased away by a flood of pleasure akin to that of Candyass lapping her pussy.
"Aya-aya-aya!" she exclaimed as the thing started to throb and pulse and push deep inside her.
"Am I correct in thinking that you do, in fact, like that rod being rammed up your ass?"
She stared in wide-eyed awe, only half comprehending what he was saying.
"Like," she said. "Like!"
"That’s right, Valerie. You see--I know best. I know what Valerie likes better than she herself does."
"Like....Oh...Like.." said Valerie. It was true. She liked it. She liked it a lot. He had known it and she hadn’t He knew everything.
"Yes, Like. You like the word like, don’t you. It’s , like, one of you're favorite words. That and ‘fuck me’ of course. You’re like one of those stupid little valley girls, aren’t you Valerie. In fact, you should change your name to Valie. Valie the bimbo. Valie the slut.:"
"Valie the slut," she repeated. "Like....Fuck me..."
"Yes, Valie, Yes!" he praised. "You’re doing so much better now! It must feel so good to just let go of the illusion that you are in control, that you know what’s best. Now you understand that you need guidance. You need direction. And you’re going to get it, Valie dear. Thanks to your boyfriend, myself, and all of us here at BimboTech. You’re very grateful, aren’t you?"
"Yes! Grateful! Like, Thank you! It’s like so clear now!" Valie said.
She was grateful. Very grateful. It felt so good to give up, to give in, to be the bimbo everyone wanted her to be--that she wanted to be. She listened attentively to everything the smart man had to tell her about herself.
He had just finished explaining how she loved the taste of cum when Traci came clacking back. She was wearing a red tube top that stretched tight around her massive knockers. Her tight black skirt had little red hearts all over it and barely covered the curve of her ass. She wore red vinyl sandals with towering heels that showed off the little red heart appliques that had been place on each toenail. The combination of the heels and an entire can of hair spray made her a good ten inches taller. Her fingernails were painted bright red and big red plastic hearts dangled from her ears. The ensemble was completed by a black silk ribbon around her neck on which dangled a red plastic heart whose point nestled in her cleavage, the word ‘BIMBO’ printed on it in bold letters.
"Like, oh my gawd, Traci!" exclaimed Valie "You look, like, so fucking hot! I’m, like, so jealous!"
Traci giggled and spun around to show off, sending herself wobbling out of control.
"Whoa!" she cried as Candyass and Mr. Lorenz steadied her. Then she giggled at her folly.
"It takes practice to learn how to walk in shoes like that," said Candyass. "But it’s worth it ‘cuz it makes you look pretty and guys want to fuck you."
"That’s like, so cool!" said Valie. "Can I get some? I, like, like to fuck!"
"Of course, silly! Everybody likes to fuck!" said Candyass, and then giggled. "Is she all fixed Mr. Lorenz?"
"Yes, I believe she is," said Mr. Lorenz "Of course, the proof of the bimbo slut is in the sucking. I’ve got one hell of a hard on from all this work. Be a good little slut and suck me off Valie, won’t you?"
He pushed a button and her bonds snapped open. Her face lit up with joy.
"Oh my gawd!" she exclaimed. "Like, can I really?"
"That’s what you’re best at, Valie." he said. "We haven’t spent all day preparing you to enter a nunnery."
She giggled and immediately bounded out of the chair and knelt before her patron, struggling to free his engorged manhood.
"Awe," complained Traci. "I wanna suck dick too!"
"Your boyfriend will be here soon enough," chided Mr. Lorenz
"Oh my gawd! It’s, like, so beautiful!" exclaimed Valie when she at last freed Mr. Lorenz engorged pecker.
"Don’t talk about it, you stupid slut," he said, grabbing hold of his dick and swatting her on the nose with it, "Suck it."
Valie giggled and immediately engulfed his member, shoving all seven inches down her customized throat.
"Mmmmnnng!" she declared. "Nnngnnmmhuh."
Mr. Lorenz grabbed her by her over-frosted hair and began pumping, slamming his pubis against her nose. She was utterly delighted, just like he had told her she would be. He was so right about everything! She loved to be treated like the cheep slut that she was. When at last he shot his wad, she found that his cum was absolutely delicious, just like he told her it would be.
"That’ll do, you silly cunt," he said, wiping his dick on her check. "Candyass, get Valie here some clothes. Make her look cheep and slutty--the customer is into that. I’ll phone them for pick-up."
"Right away, Mr. Lorenz," said Candyass. "Come on, Valie! Lets go find some clothes for you!"
Valie was still on her knees grinning stupidly as the cum dried on her face..
"Like, okay!" she said.
"I wanna suck dick too!" complained Traci.
"Soon enough, bimbo," said Mr. Lorenz. "Go with the other two. I’m sure there’s still more you can learn about being a bimbo from Candyass. Your boyfriend will be here soon enough."
At the thought of Rob, Traci’s cooze gushed, just like Mr. Lorenz told her it would. She giggled and followed Candyass and Valie. She was glad Mr. Lorenz had been able to help Valie--she had been acting so silly before.
"Like, oh my gawd!" exclaimed Valie when Candyass took them into the wardrobe room filled with slut clothes.
"Yeah <giggle>" said Traci. "Isn’t it cool?"
"Yeah," said Candyass. "I change clothes, like, all the time. Sometimes Mr. Lorenz thinks I’m someone else and fucks me twice <giggle>!"
The girls giggled and started going through the racks of halters and tube tops, microskirts and hotpants, fantasy works in leather, lace, and PVC.
"Hey, like, how ‘bout this?" said Valie, holding up a white cotton mini-T with red lettering. "It looks cheep, and I’m, like, a cheep whore!"
Traci sounded out the letters on the shirt.
"S...L...U...T...SLUT! Hey Valie, it says slut!"
"Like, oh my gawd! I’m a slut! And this, like, says SLUT! That’s, like, so cool!"
"Put it on! Put it on!" encouraged Traci.
Valie did just that. It fit tightly around her sagging, heavy titties and her dark nipples were plainly visible through the thin white fabric.
"Oh my gawd! I, like, totally love it!" she exclaimed when she saw herself in the mirror.
"Yeah, you look really cheep," said Candyass. "I don’t know where we’re gonna find a bottom, though. Your ass is, like, huge!"
"Yeah, I, like, got a big fat ass," admitted Valie. "I hope Peter will want to fuck it." The bimbo’s giggled and started searching for skirts that were really, really stretchy. At last, Candyass found one--a bright red one made of spandex. With all three bimbos pulling and straining, they managed to pull it over Valie’s protruding posterior, then pull it down until it almost covered her cooze. Only a few dark pubic hairs peeked out the bottom. They found Valie some white sandals similar to Traci’s red ones and enjoyed putting little red hearts on her toenails. For accessories, they got her some big red hoops for her ears with matching bracelets and anklets.
"Okay!" said Candyass, "All that you’ve got left is to go to the salon and you’ll be ready to get fucked!"
"Yay!" exclaimed the new bimbos and they clapped.
They clacked through another corridor, Traci and Valie getting used to their heels. Candyass opened a door with a picture of scissors on it. There was an Asian bimbo with huge fake titties in a short green dress and a red-headed bimbo in a pink plastic halter top and hotpants.
"Hi Poontang! Hi Muffy!" greeted Candyass.
"Hi Candyass!" exclaimed the two, "Did you bring us another bimbo to make pretty!"
"Yep! This is Valie!" she presented.
"Like, hi!" said Valie. "Can you, like make me so that my boyfriend will want to, like, fuck me an’ stuff?"
Poontang giggled and nodded.
"Uh-huh!" said Muffy and clacked around to guide Valie to a chair.
Poontang knelt beside Valie and when to work on her nails while Muffy got out the mousse and hair spray and began teasing Valie’s hair up as big as it could go. When that was done to the bimbos’ satisfaction, they both started applying makeup, using generous amounts of rouge and dark red lipstick.
"TaDa!" exclaimed Poontang, holding up a mirror.
"Oh! Like, wow! I, like, look like a total slut!" said Valie.
"Oh my gawd!" said Traci. "You totally do!"
"Do you, like, think Peter will wanna fuck me?" she asked.
"Oh yeah!" said Traci. "Definitely! Anybody would wanna fuck you! You’re a total slut!"
"I think Traci and Valie should fuck, don’t you girls?" asked Candyass.
"Yeah!" said Poontang.
"Totally," said Muffy.
Traci giggled.
"Really?" she asked.
"Oh definitely!" said Candyass. "You’re gonna wanna eat each other’s cunts for your boyfriends to watch, right? It, like, really turns them on and makes ‘em wanna fuck you. So you should practice so you know how to do it right!"
"Okay," said Traci. "Valie! Come lick my pussy, girlfriend!"
Valie giggled.
"Okay," she said and got out of the barbers chair to kneel before Traci’s cunt. "I, like, love to eat pussy. Like, Mr. Lorenz told me so! But I like for boys to watch."
"This is just practice, silly," said Candyass, and pushed Valie’s face into Traci’s twat.
"Mmmmm!" Valie exclaimed at her first taste of pussy.
Traci squealed and ground herself into her best friend’s face. The three more experienced bimbos called out advice to the girls.
"Grab her hair, Traci!" said Muffy "Rub your clitty on her nose!"
"Use fingers, not just mouth," said Poontang to Valie. "Stick finger in hole! Finger longer than tongue!"
Eventually, Traci and Valie ended up on the floor in 69 position, Traci on top, but the veteran bimbos were not satisfied with their technique. Verbal instructions proved ineffective, so they endeavored to demonstrate. Soon the three veterans and the two newbies were sprawled all over the salon, sucking at each others nether regions, moaning and giggling in an orgy of bimbo flesh.
They weren’t sure how long they were going at it when they finally noticed Mr. Lorenz watching them with amused exasperation.
"Hi, Mr. Lorenz!" said Candyass, looking up from between Traci’s thighs. "Do you wanna fuck us?"
Mr. Lorenz sighed.
"There’s no time for that, you silly bimbo. These two’s boyfriends have been waiting to pick them up for fifteen minutes!"
At this news, Valie’s and Traci’s heads popped up from the labia they had been lapping.
"Do they wanna fuck us?" Traci asked.
"Well, move your sweet ass and let’s find out," said Mr. Lorenz.
The five bimbos scrambled to their feet and frantically struggled to reassemble Valie and Traci’s outfits. Mr. Lorenz chuckled, in spite of himself.
Mr. Lorenz lead the two new bimbos back through the hallway that Tittiefuck had lead them down a whole lifetime ago. There in the reception area were their boyfriends. The receptionist was on her knees in front of them, a hard cock in each hand, rubbing their undersides on her bared boobies.
"Peter!" exclaimed Valie.
"Rob!" squealed Traci.
The two bimbos bounced toward their respective boyfriends, fell to their respective knees, and proceeded to lap at their respective cocks on Tittiefuck’s respective breasts.
"Holy fucking shit!" observed Rob.
"Sacre Bleu!" said Peter.
"I trust you find our services satisfactory, gentlemen," said Mr. Lorenz.
The two men looked up from their bimbofied girlfriends with huge grins and nodded.
"And our two newest bimbos are very satisfied with the work we’ve done on theme, aren’t you girls."
"MmHmmm!" exclaimed the girls around their boyfriends cocks. Tittiefuck giggled. It tickled.
"This was the bestest Valentines present every!" exclaimed Traci, letting her hands take a turn with Rob’s cock so she could look up at him adoringly. "Can you cum in my mouth? Your cum tastes so yummy and it makes me so horny!"
"Like, oh my gawd, Peter!" exclaimed Valie. "I, like, almost forgot to ask you! Can you, like, fuck me in the ass? I, like, have a big fat ass and its, like, made for having your big hard cock, like, rammed up it. So could you please, like, fuck my asshole?"
"Uh..sure," said Peter.
Both men looked at Mr. Lorenz.
"Well, it is close to quitting time. You can try out your new toys here in the waiting room," he said and pulled out a cell phone. "Jimmy? It’s Mr. Lorenz. No new clients for today, thank you. If anyone comes by that isn’t a current client or customer, let them off at the decoy floor....Oh you’re quite welcome. She did turn out nicely, didn’t she? Just let me know if you ever need another one. You’re a valued member of our team, you know....very well. See you tomorrow."
The customers had wasted no time. By the time Mr. Lorenz hung up, Valie was bent over, grinning her painted face into a chair and moaning with delight as Peter sodomized her. Traci’s blonde head was bobbing frantically there between Rob’s knees. Mr. Lorenz took satisfaction in seeing that his job was well done.
"Tittiefuck, you deserve a bonus. Bend over your desk." he said.
And soon the bimbo receptionist was as happy as the clients.
The End

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