Wike Totawwy Bimbo Pt 08

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Eight.

A Not Entirely Boring Day at College.

"So there really is nothing about this company Dawn went to?" Buffy asked incredulously. She looked concerned. "You seem a little dazed, Will. You know, if something is bothering you, you can always tell me." Willow smiled and shook her head no. She did feel weird, but something in her head told her not to say anything to Buffy.

"I'm fine, Buffy," she said at last. "I think I just had a bad night's sleep. This table doesn't make for a comfortable bed." She'd spent the night searching her laptop, but oddly enough, she hardly remembered anything. She must have fallen asleep while researching; that must have been it. Now, it was morning. Buffy had woken her by shaking her shoulder.

Their conversation got interrupted by the loud sound of heels tapping down the stairs. Both women turned in the direction of the noise. Buffy felt sick when she saw Dawn's chosen outfit for the day. The girl pranced down the stairs, feeling like an entirely new woman. She'd spent the past hour to get the look Daddy would be proud of. With a sexy smile on her painted face, she ran over to Buffy to plant a kiss on her sister's cheek.

"Mornin', Buffy! Mornin' Willow!" Dawn called out. Then she kissed Willow on the cheek, leaving abundant lip marks. Buffy cringed when she once more saw the damn curly, platinum hairdo. It fell down over the girl's shoulders and to her mid-back.

Dawn realized that Buffy and Willow were studying her new look. She leaned back against the counter and let them soak it all up. She wore the smallest skirt Buffy had ever seen her wear, its hem riding high on her thighs. It was black and hugged her ass like a second skin. Her top was a sweet pink nothing she had grown out of years ago. Now, like the skirt, it clung tightly. It also showed off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Distinct little nubs poked through the soft material. Dawn smiled. Then she bit her shiny, new lips.

"Hi, Dawn," Willow said, trying to break the ice. Buffy just stood there fuming. She imagined what she would do to the bastard who was responsible for her sister's new outlook on life. Willow, on the other hand, felt that Dawn looked sexy. It somewhat worried her that her best friend's sister made her feel horny. The kiss had been so soft, and lingering.

"So how long until that junk washes out of your hair?" Buffy muttered. It snapped Willow out of her daydream. Dawn laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.

"You're sho, like, shilly, Buffy! It'sh permanent!" Buffy rolled her eyes.

"When you get back from school today, we are going to color it back and figure this mess out."

"OK, Buffy!" Dawn chirped. She'd never allow her to do that, of course. But she had to go. She saw that Janice's car had arrived to pick her up. She hurried out the door as fast as her high heels could carry her leggy frame.

"Willow, I don't know how much more I can take of this. I'll be back in a bit," Buffy said. She turned away from the window and left. Willow looked out and saw Dawn jump into Janice's car. She had seen Janice before, but she never saw the girl dress as slutty as she did now. To her amazement she found that both girls looked incredibly hot. She sighed. imagining what Dawn would be like in bed. Then she at once put the thought out of her head, feeling ashamed she'd ever even contemplated it. Truth be told, though, Willow couldn't fight the sudden fact that she was intensely attracted to Buffy's sister. She poured herself a glass of water and looked out the window again. To her surprise, the car hadn't left. She squinted, and saw that Dawn and Janice were in the middle of making out. It made her feel slightly jealous, and again, she tried to push the thoughts out of her head.

Finally, Willow saw the car pull away. She shivered and thought a nice long cold shower would be just the thing to clear her mind. When she left, her open laptop blinked just once. Then it went on black again.

***

Janice slowly took her tongue out of Dawn's mouth.

"God," the girl panted. "How I love the way you, like, kissh, Dawn darling. I needed that; we should do this totally more often! I feel sho horny all the time!" She pulled at her tight little tube top. It hugged her B-cup titties. She pouted.

"Damn," she said. She gave gas and let the little convertible slip into the morning traffic. "Damn, Dawn, we really should go back to that plache and get ush shome real boobsh!" Dawn had put a hand under her tiny skirt, starting to slowly rub her pussy through her flimsy panties. She looked dreamily.

"You're, like, totally right, Janiche," she said. "Thish Shunnydale is sho completely out of it. How can a girl, like, live here? My shister ish all shtuck up, ya know. She hatesh my hair and my beautiful new lipsh. And she, like, yellsh at what I wear." Janice looked her over.

"She musht be crazy!" she cried over the sound of the car. "You look, like, sho totally kewl!! But you should have heard my mom. I fought she would totally faint when I came down thish morning. She wanted to shend me back upshtairs and change, but I shlipped out through the back. My God! That woman sho needs a forough make over!" Both girls giggled at that. The giggling brought back sweet memories. It made them feel exhilarated when they weaved the car through traffic. Lots of men ogled them and hooted when they passed. They waved and smiled. At one traffic light Dawn pulled up her tiny top to flash her bare titties.

***

There seemed to be quite a lot going on in front of State College. Throngs of male students stood around. Most of them were excited. When Dawn and Janice got closer on their daring heels, they saw what the excitement was about. They squealed and started to trot, making their free titties dance.

Surrounded by almost the entire male school-population they saw their female classmates, looking like a sleazy street corner gang of sluts and whores in tight short skirts, towering heels and ridiculously tiny tops. They'd teased and colored their hair and emptied half their make-up kits to paint their faces. When they eyed the two new girls, they echoed their squeals and giggles, mutually admiring outfits and complimenting each other on their total gorgeousness.

"My mom, like, almosht killed me!" screamed a tiny redhead, and a tall white-blond girl chuckled: "They're jusht, like, jealy, and they should be, looking sho totally booooring!" A general giggle ran through their ranks. The girls turned to walk into the school, swaying their tightly packed little asses. They shamelessly flirted with the guys who had made a narrow passage for them to walk through. Dawn tittered as she felt a hand on her bum.

***

Chuck Taylor took the longest shower of his life. After waking up, it had taken him minutes to find a coherent thought. He moaned when it all seeped back in. But it was not just a moan of pain, there was quite an amount of bliss too. Like in a child's kaleidoscope all kinds of incredible images swirled before his mind's eye. Fat round tits he saw and swollen nipples. An awesome stripper fucking a pole. He saw tight asses and cock-filled throats. All the delicious images circled in a maelstrom of sweating flesh. He assumed they were memories; his cock didn't mind the difference, swelling from the images, and not for the first time.

Taylor groaned from the dull pain in his groin; his abused cock was filling out again. He had woken up with all his clothes still on. Last night he must have been too exhausted; he even didn't remember how he'd come home, passing out the moment he fell on his bed, he supposed. Chuck Taylor muttered and stripped.

Now he felt the scalding water hit his poor, hardly rested body. There was half an hour left before college. The shower helped, but not nearly enough. He dried his shivering body. Then he found some fresh clothing and went to his pantry for a bucket of black coffee. Damn, had he ever been this hung over? But damn, had it ever been so worth it!

Before him on the table stood a tray with twelve aerosol cans he swore he'd never seen. Eight were pink, four were blue; on the pink ones was written BIMBO in bold letters under a logo he vaguely recollected. It was the silhouette of a woman on her knees, a very well-endowed woman. On the blue ones he read RESTORE. Who had left this, and why? Ah, there was a letter. It read: 'Thanks for bringing such a bright bunch of students to Newton's Laboratories Inc. We hope it has been an informative field trip. Attached, you'll find a more material appreciation of your indispensable contribution. We're sure you'll find the right application of it. Sincerely, George A. Fink, CEO.'

As soon as Taylor reached the last line, his face split into a knowing grin, followed by a wincing from the pain it brought to his poor head. Never surprised why he suddenly knew what he had to do, he gulped down his coffee. Fuck, did he know! He had to go to school today. He had to have his revenge on those godawful, cockteasing cheerleader sluts. Why wait? He'd waited too long already. He had crinched under their icy blue stares and diminishing chuckles, he was fed up with their hurtful laughs and dishonest teasing.

Taylor rose. He slipped three pink cans and a blue one into his pockets and left for State College.

***

Around eleven Taylor had two hours off. Teaching had been hell, especially the freshmen class; the students had been unusually restless. Guys were gossiping, girls giggling, as if they felt there was something in the air. As soon as he was free, he went outside to inhale gulps of fresh air. He walked straight to the field and the running track to sit on the bleachers and watch the cheerleaders' practice. Their tightly packed bodies shone in the morning sun. Their smooth legs flashed as they moved. On the field a team of jocks was training.

It was just about as it always was: Taylor watching and being greatly ignored. His hand roamed his pocket, fisting one of the cans. Then he rose and walked down to the edge of the field. He didn't stop there but went on to the tall blonde that instructed the group of girls. She had been a porn star in quite a few of his dreams. In them she spread those endless legs a lot further than she did now. His heart raced as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, flashing her blue eyes. Then she slumped her shoulders in clear annoyance just as he had expected. But he grinned and said:

"Miss Markovic, could I please have your attention for a moment?" The woman looked down her perfect nose onto his balding skull.

"We're busy, can't you see?" she sneered. He wondered if she knew the concept of respect. Well, no problem. He did neither. His hand left his pocket in a flash and a pink cloud leapt into her frowning face. Taylor marveled at the effect. The woman inhaled sharply, then all her facial muscles relaxed. The blue, clear eyes glazed over. She started panting short, high breaths that made her ample tits heave; Taylor saw hard pebbles start to push against the tight lycra top. Then her knees gave in and she started to topple. Taylor grabbed her and waved to the other girls.

"Help me please, girls? Miss Markovic seems to feel unwell!"

Three of the girls threw away their pompoms and ran over. When they were close enough, Taylor once more worked his pink magic. He effectively stopped the girls in their tracks and silenced their excited questions. They stood like statues.

"Wha... wha...?" was all a nice green-eyed redhead had to remark. Her brunette, lovely tanned friend was quick to add an intelligent "Uhh?" By then Miss Markovic had restored herself to her glorious height, only to collapse again into a squealing bout of giggling.

"Ooooh gawd!" she screamed. "I feel sooooo howny!"

The rest of the girls now came within reach. In a matter of minutes, they all lived in Taylor's sweet-smelling haloes of pink happiness. They giggled and babbled about how totawy great they felt. A few of them started kneading their aroused tits. They also slipped their hands into their tiny white thongs.

Within only a few more minutes the ditzy girls had sauntered over to the practicing guys, almost tearing their training boxers off their muscled thighs. All except giggling Miss Markovic; she had been dragged behind the dugout, where she wrapped her wide, hungry mouth around the rock-hard peg of a short and balding man. He was widely grinning, and almost twice her age.

"Yesss!" he hissed as he felt her diligent tongue hit all the right places. "Oh, yes, sweet stupid whore... now you'll suck me..." The blond teacher tried to focus her vacant eyes. then she gurgled as his load slammed into her throat.

***

It was only after half an hour that chancellor Janet Carlsson, better known as The Prune, took her Scottish plaits and sensible shoes to the field. She'd been alarmed by her trustful sidekick Emily Stevens, also known as Stuck-up Stevie. What she saw was a sight that wouldn't leave her dreams for a while to come. The center of the field was one towering pyramid of scrambling flesh. Girls and guys were fucking each other in all ways possible, and some rather impossible ones too, certainly in the eyes of the principal and her shocked assistant.

Around the field a multitude of students stood watching. They yelled, even encouraged the unusual game before their eyes. Never one to be caught hesitating, Janet Carlsson strode over to the orgiastic mountain. There she started pulling at legs and arms. She yelled indignantly but was not overly successful, rather to the contrary. She lost her balance and fell onto the squirming heap. A hand took her shoulder and lifted her to her feet. When she turned around a sugar-sweet cloud hit her in the face. At once, her prunish traits softened into the full tenderness of a pink, ripe plum.

"Aaaarggghhh..." she gasped. Then she stumbled and was pulled into the sweating heap of flesh. One of her sturdy Hushpuppies flew into the air.

At a corner of the field a platinum blond girl stretched her obscenely puffed lips into a wide grin. Her hand sneaked into her panties and she moaned: "Ooooh yes, Daddy... oh yes, sooo gooood."

Janice Takes Things in Hand.

Dawn Summers strutted down the hall of Sunnydale Communal College, wearing a contented smile on her face and licking at a large sucker. It made her think of Daddy's cock, like everything made her think of cock, lately. She slid her glossy lips over it, moaning softly. Her fingers twirled her long platinum hair and she thought over the events of the day.

The school had fallen into a frenzy of sex. Dawn couldn't be happier. Of course, she had not given in to the temptation of fucking any of the guys like her friends had done. She was Daddy's property and would remain forever loyal. A group of girls passed by, all giggling stupidly. Dawn smiled with her fat lips. She remembered how they were once a group of arrogant girl-jocks, never giving her the light of day. Well, not anymore! It seemed the BimboTech lifestyle had infiltrated her so very proper and boring school. All around her, students were making out. Some guys were lucky enough to get head from the newly minted sluts. Sighs and moans had filled Dawn's ears. If this was anything like her future at BimboTech, then Dawn knew she had to go back there, soooon.

"Dawnie!" came the cheerful voice of Janice. The young tart pranced over to Dawn on her five-inch pumps, the heels echoing with every step. The girl looked flushed. Dawn had the wicked suspicion that Janice might have just been fucked.

"Hey, Janiche! What have you been doing?" Dawn asked. She took a long, slow lick from her sucker.

"Not what, but whom!" Janice announced. Both girls burst out laughing. They joined arms and continued to strut down the hall. They passed rooms and could see a few teachers trying to manage their class, but most of the students were distracted. Some were even engaged in various acts of passionate necking. It was at that point that they passed Mr. Taylor's room. Both girls giggled as they peered in. They had to stifle more giggles when they saw that Miss Markovic was bent over Taylor's desk, moaning like the whore she was now. Her generous tits were crushed into the wood as Taylor continued to pound his hard member into her ass. She squealed when a thunderous Reload flooded her bowels. Dawn snaked her hand up her immodest skirt. She licked her sucker and fingered her needy bald pussy.

Janice couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled out her small compact mirror and fixed her deep red lipstick. Swaying her hips from side to side, she walked into the room. Miss Markovic smiled an air-headed and rather exhausted smile at the young slut. Then she guided Janice to her knees. The girl looked up at Taylor with big, round eyes. Taylor snickered. Would there really still be remnants of innocence doing battle with BimboTech's corruption? He sure hoped so.

"What do we have here?" Taylor mocked. "Janice Penshaw. I remember you and your slut of a friend over there laughing at me in class."

"I'm shorry, Shir," Janice lisped nervously. At the same time, she batted her long eyelashes. She wanted his cock so much. "Lemme make it up to you!"

"How about you, Dawn? You want any of this?" Taylor asked, showing his dripping cock. Dawn was now masturbating freely in front of them. She licked her slick, sweetened lips again, and remembered the vow to Daddy.

"I'm fine," Dawn giggled. "Have fun wif Jani!" Taylor looked Dawn up and down.

"Fucking tease," he said, as Janice began to lick all of the excess cum away from his spent cock. While she did, Miss Markovic circled around the desk, handing Taylor a can of Reload. Then she kissed him softly on the cheek and sat down next to him, fondling her excited tits, purring. Miss Elena Markovic was a very happy slut now.

Just as Janice was about to go down on Taylor, a girl appeared at the entrance to the room. She was Stacy, a friend of Dawn's and Janice's. She had missed the field trip and also somehow escaped the BimboTech influence that was making its way around school. The shy girl felt absolutely horrified by what was going on, and to see her two friends being active participants made her sick to her stomach. Dawn was the only one who caught sight of Stacy. She just smiled at her, never stopping to rub her pussy.

She blew her friend a kiss. Stacy gasped and hurried down the hall. Something had to be done. She made her way to the chancellor's office, hoping to find some sanity there. Nobody in the school liked to talk to the Prune, or her annoying assistant, Stuck Up Stevie. But Stacy had no choice.

"Hello?" She called out. The only answer she got were twin giggles coming from the floor behind the desk. Chancellor Janet Carlsson and Emily Stevens rolled around in a rather sloppy sixty-nine. Stacy watched with tears in her eyes. She made her way to the other side of the desk and stepped over her two slutty superiors. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number.

"Hello, Mrs. Penshaw? This is Stacy Winkle. I think you need to come and get Janice; she is in trouble at school," Stacy said. She cut Mrs. Penshaw's confused questions short. "Please, Mrs. Penshaw, just hurry over. Trust me on this."

Stacy hated to blow the whistle on her friends. But everyone that went on that field trip had come back different and now they were spreading this new change around school, like some epidemic. Stacy groaned. She realized that if she wasn't careful, she would become just like them. She hung up the phone, and walked out of school, making her way to Dawn's house. Dawn's older sister also needed to know what was going on.

Going Up, Going Down.

The cab sped through the L.A. evening. Janice's heart thumped against the insides of her chest. They were so close now, just minutes away from her beloved BimboTech. The closer they got, the louder the voices rang inside her head. They teased her, promised her... seduced her.