Wie Totawwy Bimbo!

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Two.

Rather Disturbing Developments.

Lilah Morgan entered the holding rooms, followed by Becker and Fink. Cordelia rose from her bench. The vacancy had left her eyes, she looked disgusted.

"I might have known you'd be in on this, Lilah."

"Dearest Cordelia," Lilah grinned. "It's always a displeasure to see you. I trust you're both, uhm, comfortable?"

"I can't believe that you would get involved with a company that does this to women!" snapped Cordelia. Lilah grinned.

"I admit I'm not their biggest fan, honey, but they get the job done and several of our front companies could do with new employees."

"Front companies? What do you mean?" Fred asked. She had risen in her cell too. Lilah clicked her fingers.

"Oh, I forgot!" she said with mock concern. "We've made arrangements for you to be turned over to Wolfram and Hart front companies. New openings for future employment, a real second career." She pointed at Cordelia. "We've decided to turn you over to a small film company to re-launch that acting career you wanted, remember? It won't be entirely what you originally intended." She chuckled. "But no worry, you'll be happy with it. And very famous very fast." She turned to Fred.

"As for your friend, well, unfortunately her mind won't be what it is now, I'm afraid. In fact, she'll probably struggle to outsmart a cauliflower after these eminent people here are done with her." She looked at Fink, he just nodded. Lilah turned back to Fred. "On the bright side, though, sweetheart, you do have such lovely legs. We'll make sure you'll be getting plenty of opportunities to stretch them. I considered handing you over to one of our more executive gentlemen's clubs. Our staff holds membership there, but I reconsidered. I prefer making you the star attraction at one of our more down-market strip clubs. Might suit you far better, believe me."

"You'll never get away with this you know," Cordelia spat. She crossed her arms. "Angel will find us and he will be very pissed at you. I do believe his last threat was to kill you if you did anything to me again." Lilah openly chuckled with glee now.

"Oh yes! That unfortunate incident with the psychic. Well, you know, honey, he's going to be rather busy with other, more important problems. We've seen to that." Lilah Morgan turned away from the two girls and produced a folder. She handed it to Fink. "This folder details what we have planned for both of them, Fink. The Chase girl will be turned over to a low budget porn company. She should be conditioned to do anything to ensure she gets a part in all their productions, both on and off camera. She'll be made completely submissive to the entire cast and crew of whatever she's working on." Fink nodded again. He looked over the pictures of key production members at the company. They would need to be implanted in Cordelia's transformed brain.

'We'll see about that,' he thought to himself.

"As for the other one, what's her name? I want her turned into a complete airhead. Erase all her scientific and other intellectual capabilities. I want her completely dependent on her body for her new livelihood."

"Any specifics on the body?" asked Fink.

"Of course, she should be a great erotic dancer, but I'll leave those details to you," said Lilah. "More to the point, she should be naturally submissive, gullible and a glorified tease." Lilah turned over to the next page. "New housing arrangements have been made for them. They will be living as a couple in a rather unpleasant neighborhood to say the least. They'll have a very sleazy landlord. Chase should be conditioned to service him on a daily basis. The pretense will be that it gets them a minor discount on their rent.

"The Burkle woman will be required to perform for him and his friends every now and then. Chase should be made the more dominant part of their relationship. She'll take out most of the anger and frustration she experiences in her job on her lover. Poor li'l Burkle will simply just take it. She should be completely devoted to Chase, doing anything and everything for her."

"Interesting," Fink said with an insincere smile. "I don't get many requests to create a lesbian couple." Lilah looked at him with an irritated glance.

"The sleazy landlord I mentioned intends to set up a web cam to broadcast them secretly. He plans to cash in on them; it was he who decided on their living arrangement."

"Very well," Fink lied. "A transformation like this one should take at least three days minimum to complete. Possibly more if any extra procedures are needed." He had no intention whatsoever to show them his newer and faster programs. He'd better make it sound like an intensive process and charge them accordingly. It also would gain him time.

"One more thing," Lilah said. "All our acquisitions should be conditioned to recognize certain key Wolfram and Hart officials as their superiors. They should be programmed to serve as they see fit."

'Whatever, bitch,' Fink mumbled beneath his breath. Then he gave Lilah Morgan a brilliant smile.

***

Fink and Becker headed down the corridor towards the elevator. Fink hadn't been pleased that he wasn't supposed to keep the girls. He would not even get any actual profit out of them, but he had to do as the damn lawyers asked; he needed them, and their trust, for what it was worth. The two men stepped into the lift, and Fink pushed the button for the office level. Becker turned to him, staring with his cold fisheyes.

"Now, Fink, what does this procedure entail?" Fink looked at his reflection in the elevator's mirror.

"Standard transformation is a three-day process," he lied again. "On day one they're sent to the first stage area on floor three. There the simple procedure of hair, nails and make-up is done. Both will be given suitable looks for their new lives. Second stage on the fourth floor is the actual physical transformation. Neither of these two requires much work on the faces, except lip enhancement, the tongue-and-throat works, bigger eyes and other minor things, but both will receive the standard leg extension, waist reduction and ass padding. Their tendons will be shortened, and their breasts enlarged." Fink smiled at the old-fashioned humbug he was spooning out. The doors opened, they stepped out.

"I'm thinking growth hormones for Miss Chase and implants for Miss Burkle. I imagine the Burkle slut will need several implantations to reach the appropriate size for a BimboTech stripper. We'll give her back muscle enhancements to adjust to the new weight. She will also require some work on the ass. Miss Chase appears almost adequate in that area, but she needs other things done to excel in her new profession. The third day we will perform the mental changes on the fifth floor. The level of change you require may take more than one day, but they will both be ready inside a week."

"Well, you'll be having other guests in three days' time," said Becker.

"Really?"

"Yes," Becker said tonelessly. "We have arranged with one of our associates on the Sunnydale education board for a field trip. Psychology 101 freshmen of Sunnydale Community College will tour your facilities in order to bring the sister of our main target here. They will believe they're on a science excursion." The mousy man stopped. "You will only have a few hours at most to augment the girl enough that her sister notices and gets agitated enough to make a visit here. What you do later on with the sister and her class is of no concern to Wolfram & Hart. You'll be allowed to keep them, if you want." Fink smiled. It looked like his association with Wolfram & Hart might not be as bad after all.

***

Fred and Cordy staggered into the room. BT Security Bimbo Lustly had dosed them with some more happy gas, making both girls feel giddy and horny. They were sat down, and Fink addressed them. He always addressed new girls; it was part of what he called his ethics. Maybe a lot of people would consider him selfish and cruel, he knew he wasn't. He had a mission in life.

"Now girls," he said with his kindest voice. "I want you to know you'll be happy with the changes I planned. You really will, despite what Lilah says about Cordelia taking her frustrations out on Fred. I consider there to be three key ingredients for my li'l BimboTech bimbos. Stupidity, a high sex drive and most of all: happiness. I never EVER change a woman without ensuring her happiness. Without happiness all you would be is a suffering, dumb slut. At BimboTech we don't do dumb sluts, we create happy bimbos." He rose and touched Cordelia's flushed face. She moaned and pressed it against his hand. "Now, be sweet bimbos. We'll meet again."

Fink left them to his staff. He had to see about preparing for the Slayer's sister, Dawn, and to confer secretly about a few new and state-of-the-art procedures no outsiders needed to know about.

Pretty Unreversible Developments.

Cordelia sat in the beautician's chair, coming down from the gas-induced daze. She slowly realized that she'd been strapped down; she also felt something odd in between her buttocks. Her eyes went wide as she realized it was in fact a dildo, sticking up from the seat and straight into her. She heard a moan coming from next to her, where Fred seemed to have discovered the same thing.

Cordelia's chair was turned around. She now saw the smiling faces of two bimbos. One was a short Asian girl with the same huge, fake looking tits that seemed the standard around here. She wore a short pink dress, more like a low-cut t-shirt. The other bimbo was a redhead in a green, shiny halter-top and minimal hot pants.

"Hi, babe, I Poon-tang!" greeted the Asian bimbo. Her long black hair had blonde streaks in it.

"Ma name's Muffy!" the taller bimboslut called out, lifting both hands and one leg as a greeting. She made sure Fred heard her too, but thanks to the gas she probably didn't hear a thing. All Cordelia could do was sit there. She smiled despite herself; it must be the remains of the gas. The former Kate Lockley, now the happy BimboTech Secur'ty Offishah, Cunt Lustly, approached Cordelia. In her hands was a long, phallus shaped billy-club. In Cordelia's fuzzy-minded state, she thought the girl actually looked hot, sporting huge, pointy tits and skintight latex hot pants. They outlined the crack of her round ass, as well as her swollen pussy.

"A'wigh', shlutsh, ish time ta, wike, shtart on Cowdi's makeova," Cunt purred with the lisp that obviously was as standard here as the H-cup- plus tits. She took her billy-stick and began to rub the part that gave her her name. "Give 'em de wowksh, giwlsh!" Cordelia couldn't help but smile. The gas kept working its way through her system, making her even giggle a bit. She tried to shift in her chair, but the dildo in her ass caused her to wince in both pain and pleasure.

Cordy found herself completely helpless as Poontang applied acrylic extensions to her fingernails, turning them into hot-pink inch-long talons. While Poontang was busy with Cordelia's nails, Muffy epilated her eyebrows, while Fred looked on, trying to say something. In her mind she protested, but all that came out was a giggle. Cunt sauntered over to her and started rubbing the girl's small breasts. Then she worked her stick in and out of Fred's mouth like a cock.

"Don' wowwy, shlut," Cunt Lustly giggled. "Ya shoon, be, wike, nexsh."

***

The gas began wearing off of Cordelia's brain. She gripped down on the arms of the chair, digging the inch-long acrylic nails into them and feeling the restrains bite into her flesh. Her head started thrashing from side to side, trying to stop the bimbos from working on her face.

"Ya godda, wike, stop dish, honey, or we gonna totes messh yo' pwetty fache up," pouted Muffy. Cordelia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She bit down on her lower lip, knowing well that as long as she was strapped down all she was going to achieve here was some unsightly scarring. So, she stopped and tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see what happened.

She heard the humming of a small machine and felt a million tiny pricks to the skin above her eyes and on her face. She kicked her legs back and forth panicking at what they might be doing. When the sensation moved to her lips, she slowly opened one eye. In the mirror she saw that what looked like a layer of bluish eye shadow had been applied along with a heavy line of eyeliner. She also saw a blush on her cheek bones. Now her lips were being injected with a bright pink liquid that spread through them, changing their pale color and puffing them up.

Poontang pulled Cunt Lustly away from Fred. She was now observing her face, trying to decide what to do. Fred just stared up at her with wide eyes. She was scared and knew that they should have waited until Angel could help them; then they wouldn't be in this mess. She watched and trembled in her chair as Poontang picked up a vial of fire engine red liquid. It was similar to the pink one she'd injected into Cordelia's lips. She held it up against a small box; then another and another. After several boxes Poontang laid the syringe down. She took Fred's left hand, applying something to her fingernails. Fred momentarily felt a burning sensation, which forced her to shift in discomfort. It passed quickly. She saw how the woman fitted a set of false fingernails to the ends of her fingers. It matched the bright red color in the vial.

Fred was sure she knew what was next, and bit down on her lips. The bimbo beautician moved towards her face with the syringe, her soft melons pushing into the girl's arm, her mouth producing soft murmurs. Poontang tried a couple of times to get Fred to release her lips. She needed her to hold her head still, but her client wasn't prepared to. So, the Asian bimbo turned and nodded at Cunt Lustly. The blonde grinned and pushed a button on the back of Fred's chair. Then she grabbed her head to hold it in place. Fred felt the dildo start to vibrate in her ass. It began to pick up speed. The sudden sensation forced her to open her mouth in a loud moan. At once her defenseless lips were injected. A new color spread through them.

Cunt Lustly continued to hold Fred's head still. She gently massaged the sides of her neck with her thumbs. Poontang began to apply make-up with a buzzing, prickling little pen-like machine. As with Cordelia, Fred soon found herself with a heavy line of dark eyeliner. Glittery green eye shadow spread around her big brown eyes. The two bimbos finished up with coloring their toenails. Then they again gassed them silly and returned them to their cell.

***

In the observation room above the salon Becker and Fink stood watching.

"I don't get why you can't just keep going on with them," commented Becker as the two bimbos-to-be were gassed into virtual unconsciousness.

"Test subjects usually react very badly to the physical transformations," lied Fink with a smile. "Don't ask me why, they should be thankful, but they kick, scream and even try to hurt themselves. That, of course, could lead to damage and nobody wants damaged goods. So, we have to gas them. Unfortunately, the more they're exposed to the gas, the more their immune systems build up. The same dose has less of an effect and too much in one go tends to be fatal. That's why we haven't ever tried to market the gas." Becker looked on as the dizzy girls were dragged away.

"Don't worry," Fink went on. "What's still in their system should be gone by tomorrow. They can be dosed again, and we can take them one step closer to their new happy lives."

***

Cordelia and Fred woke up the next morning to the sound of their cell door opening. Both girls' pretty faces looked as if caked in makeup. They groaned when they saw one another.

"Hi, dowsh!" Tittiefuck bounded into the cell; she was all preppy and energetic. "Anoda day!" she exclaimed. "Wike, anoda shtep in b'comin' de happieshtest bimbosh! Oooh, ya bo' are, like, so pwetty wi' yo' shexy makeup!" She gave off a throaty giggle and clapped her hands.

"This ends today," Cordelia said. Her glamorously shaped eyebrows fell into an angry glare. "We've gotten out of tougher situations than this!"

"Nah, ya di'n't," Cunt Lustly purred. She stepped up behind Tittiefuck and massaged the black bimbo's tits through her tight, lycra top. "Nob'dy even know whewe y' are!" Fred didn't say anything. She looked as if she was going to cry.

"Ooh, Fweddi can't cwy! She wuin pwetty make up," Tittiefuck squealed in mock concern. "Cunt, baby, I fink ya shoulda give 'em a doshe of de happy gash!" Before Cordelia and Fred could react, the blonde had sprayed them both.

"Son of a bitch..." Cordelia coughed. But soon pink stars filled her vision. She and Fred developed dreamy looks on their painted faces; the gas made them feel so good. They began to giggle, despite themselves.

"The'e, da's, wike, sho totawy bedda!" Cunt lisped. She pulled herself away from Tittiefuck. "Now giwsh, fowwo' me!" Cordelia and Fred meekly followed the ash blond, former policewoman with the incredible chest. Tittiefuck bounced up and down in excitement. She led them into a room where Fink and Becker and a couple of white-coated men waited. They looked like doctors.

"Welcome ladies," Fink crowed with insincere friendliness. "It's time for stage two in this process; it is called body modification. My scientists have strict orders what is to be done to you, so just relax, this whole thing will go by very smoothly. Ah, I see Cunt here has given you a taste of the gas, so, never mind your slutty little heads, you're going to love this!" Fink nodded at Becker. "Now, Cunt, I believe Mr. Becker here hasn't tried out your hot Norse goddess's body yet." The BimboTech security officer giggled, beaming at the fuck she was about to receive. Becker protested weakly but was pushed outside by the jiggling bimbo. Fink waited till the man had left. No need to let him in on details. He again turned his attention to Cordelia and Fred.

"Let's get started," he smiled, and clapped his hands. Some of the scientists took the two girls, who were still in la-la-land and positioned them face down on two benches. There were holes in them for their faces, breasts, and pussies, rather big holes for their breasts. The drugged girls sighed contentedly, and they barely stirred as greased tubes snaked up their asses, down their throats, and between their labia. Transparent walls rose up around them with the hum of a hidden motor, forming a glass tank around each bench. Then a thick, warm green fluid filled the tanks. The immersed girls were able to breath comfortably in the fluid. The drug was slowly working out of their systems. An occasional thought made it through the molasses of their minds.

Cordelia imagined that they were in a spa. She lay on a massage table getting a well-earned rubdown, reminding her of her life in Sunnydale, when her family still had money. Indeed, it felt as if dozens of strong, gentle hands were kneading her muscles. They rubbed her skin, drawing out every bit of tension. Several of her body parts began to tingle: her breasts, butt, pussy, mouth, and head. It was strange but nice. She sighed; large, slow bubbles meandered through the green liquid to burst at the surface.

Time meant nothing. But eventually the green stuff drained away. Fink helped the girls stand as a bimbo assistant slipped six-inch spiked jelly heels on their feet. He led them to a set of showers, where warm, cleansing water ran across their bodies, awakening their sluggish brains. Blinking away the green stuff, Fred stared in amazement at Cordelia, who stared back at her with a gasp.

"Oh my God, Cowdelia! You' boobsh are shigantic!" she exclaimed in a new, high voice, lisping the s's and struggling with her new fat and elongated tongue. Cordelia's breasts were indeed massive; they had a perfect melon-shape and jutted out proudly.