Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part One.
A Few Words in Advance.
This is not my usual kind of story; it isn't even mine. One day, quite a few years ago, I ran into this curious Internet phenomenon of chain-writing. It seems that everyday hundreds of people are busy adding to existing stories. A lot of them are about TV celebrities and superheroes. Usually these characters, like Superman or Wonder Woman, are having their adventures transported into the realm of porn. Happily, there usually is a healthy dose of bizarre humor involved, but of course, the writing skills aren't always the best.
The story I fell into was about Buffy The Vampire Slayer. This was a show that has been on TV for a while, back in the nineties, and seems to still have quite a few fans. It featured mostly women who have this knack of doing battle with demons and other monsters from a nether world. Of all places they are situated in a Los Angeles suburb called Sunnydale.
I had no special knowledge of or affection for the TV show, but by then I was a big fan of another Internet phenomenon, called BimboTech Incorporated. BimboTech Inc, in short BTI. It is a place where usually disgruntled or feminist women are transformed into giggling, big haired and even bigger titted bimbos. Many readers consider this women-hating, I just saw the silly surrealistic humor of it all, and a healthy dose of satire.
Now this ongoing Buffy story was about the undaunted vampire slayer Buffy Summers and her famous friends being caught by BTI and transformed. I started contributing and got really into it. In close concert with the dynamo behind the project, we decided that our story should not suffer the fate of so many other chain stories. They hardly ever end properly. So, we asked the creator of BTI for his support and he even suggested a nice ending of our adventure.
Well, to be short, I edited the whole thing, taking out illogical twists, discontinuities, repetitions, poor grammar, etc. I tried to marry all the different styles and did my best to ensure that all characters are at least 18 years old. And hoopla! here it is.
Before reading it, please know that you have to thank not just the BTI-creator but also many of my other fellow writers.
Just have fun, whether you consider it horror or satire.
angiquesophie.
A Busy Day at The Office.
Tall windows let in the bright Los Angeles sun. A man walked past the lights and shadows it painted on the vast marble floor. He was a well-preserved forty-ish gentleman of the tall and handsome variety. His suit was dark and expensive, his name was George Archibald Fink, and yes, he'd rather die than use that second name.
Fink owned the building; he also was the CEO of the firm it housed. That firm was called BimboTech Incorporated and this site was just one of their subsidiaries. Other branches had been opened recently in London, England and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Many more would open their doors in the near future.
BTI was a blatant success. Only three years had passed after he and his associates took over a small and insignificant pharmaceutical dwarf in Chicago. He'd come a long way. "Cum, indeed," Fink chuckled under his breath. He glanced over to the girls in reception. They looked like they were all three in a happy daze. Vacant smiles decorated their painted faces. They also shared big, blonde hair and a set of incredible tits. As it seemed they didn't care much to conceal them. Black leather miniskirts stretched over their nicely stuffed asses, well, they almost did. A casual onlooker might have called them slutty triplets. It would have made them giggle.
A giant neon sign covered the entire wall behind the blondes. It showed the outline of a kneeling woman, endowed as generously as the girls before her. "A woman's place is on her knees," the sign said. Fink remembered the afternoon he'd thought it up. He preferred to forget that it had actually been an idea of one of his associates, but what was the difference anyway? He was the boss, wasn't he?
Fink nodded in the direction of the air-headed bimbos. They erupted in a fit of giggles, which made their sweet melons jiggle dutifully in their low-cut tops. Fink continued and took the elevator to the fifth floor, where management was located. The lift-operator tapped his cap.
"Have a satisfying day, Jimmy," Fink said when he left the car.
"I'll do my utmost, Sir," the older man said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Fink reached his office. His personal secretary at once greeted him. Her name was Tittiefuck, and not without reason. Before the buyout, back in Chicago, Tittiefuck had been a rather brilliant scientist. She developed subliminal techniques to help people quit smoking and kick other habits. She was a proud, independent black career-woman who'd never felt the need for a husband in her life. Her company dealt with all sorts of pharmaceutical products. She served as its president.
Now however, the brilliant woman was in a different position altogether. Fink had stolen her products, her technologies, and her company out from under her. He turned it into BimboTech Inc. He also turned its former boss into something different, taking away a few things, and adding some others. To say Tittiefuck had been dumbed down would be an understatement; the only thing she was an expert in now, was letting herself be used as a fuck doll. Anything for her new sweet Master.
Tittiefuck did not hide her excitement when Fink entered, or her enormous boobs, for that matter. They showed off nicely in the plunging neckline of her tight, bright yellow mini dress. Its flimsy fabric also showcased her rock-hard nipples. Large plastic hoop earrings dangled from her ears. As a matter of taste, they were in the same color as her dress. Tittiefuck's makeup was excessive, to say the least. Her black, glossy hair had been teased very high, adding quite nicely to her slutty appearance.
"Good morning, Tittiefuck," Fink said casually. The black bimbo sunk to her knees and began to undo his belt. "Before you begin, honey, what is on the agenda today?"
"Good mownin', Mashta!" Tittiefuck giggled, freeing Fink's cock. "Um, t'day, ya, wike, hafta meet wif de biznessh-people abou' de shexhy hewoinesh! Aya gonna, wike, make 'em happy wike me?" Fink smiled uneasily at this. His lawyers were going to meet with him today; they were also his main investors. It made him uncomfortably aware of his dependence, especially since the people they'd send would not hesitate to stress the point. Fink tried to relax, but the thought made him wince.
Tittiefuck used her plumped-up, shiny lips to give her precious Mashta head. He knew there was much to do today, he wouldn't have a chance to give her a proper fucking. He might even have to alert all his scientists for an extended tour. And the girls, of course. Running his hands through Tittiefuck's large hair, he guided her fat, enhanced lips. He'd love to take advantage of all of the talents he had bestowed on her. First things first, though.
"Tittiefuck," he said. "I want all the girls ready for when our guests arrive. Tell them that no one is allowed to touch herself until they arrive. I want them on edge and looking as slutty as possible. If this means that the salons need to be opened early today, so be it."
Today and the weeks following would be a nasty bump in his way to success. He could not allow himself to make a mistake, but if he could pull it off, nothing would stand in his way to absolute power anymore. Whoever wanted his wife or girlfriend to be turned into a bimbo would just have to take her (and a hefty sum of money) to BimboTech Inc. She would emerge a happy, air headed, slutty sex kitten, custom made and designed to perfection. She would be forever devoted to her Master. And her Master to him, George (skip the Archibald) Fink.
BimboTech already could do that. And the ways to do it had become faster and cheaper through the years. These coming weeks would decide if there would be anyone left to begrudge him the earnings of his labor. With a groan Fink let the first blast of the day splash into the ecstatic face of his favorite bimbo. It dripped onto her panting tits.
***
Fink stepped into his large office, where he greeted his three guests. Seated in the chairs in front of his desk were Lilah Morgan and Gavin Park, two representatives of the law firm of Wolfram & Hart. There also was their staff liaison to the senior partners, Eve. As far as Fink knew Eve was only human in appearance. Wolfram & Hart were a front; they existed to see after the interests of a group of demons, who obviously could not deal with the human world directly. So, they'd spawned creatures the likes of this petite woman, Eve. She sat on his desk with her bare legs crossed. One foot tapped the desk-side impatiently.
Fink hated to deal with her and Lilah. To him the concept of having to treat any woman as an equal repulsed him. It undermined everything he and his organization stood for. Clearly Eve knew that; she took every opportunity to rub it in his face, but he had to live with it. Running Bimbo Tech was an expensive job. It often produced legal complications and Wolfram & Hart were more than willing to take care of financial problems as well as legal ones. When necessary, they provided all his projects with new identities; they also erased the old ones.
"Mr. Fink, a pleasure to see you," said Gavin Park. He rose to shake his hand. Fink knew neither Lilah nor Eve would ever extend him the courtesy.
"Now with the pleasantries over, let's get down to business," said Eve. "Wolfram & Hart have done you a lot of favors in getting set up. now you're going to do something for us."
"Of course," replied Fink. He knew full well what double-crossing these people could do to him.
"One of our clients is preparing for a large-scale operation throughout California," said Lilah. "The details do not concern you. There are certain forces that need to be eliminated in order to accommodate our client's needs." She handed Fink a file. He opened it. Inside were pictures and reports about several women. "The first two work for a detective agency here in Los Angeles. The brunette is a top priority; she is of great benefit to her employer," continued Lilah.
"Without her out of the way, our client's operation will be compromised. For deniability, our client will be left unaware of our plans," added Gavin. Fink looked at the picture of Cordelia Chase. His trained eye could easily see how to enhance the depraved slut in her.
"The second girl isn't of as much importance. However, her superior intellect does pose a problem. I trust you can make sure she won't be able to outsmart a vegetable after you had a go at her?" Lilah added, smiling her deep-freeze smile.
