Wie Totawwy Bimbo!

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Eleven.

Soft Hearts Offer Poor Advice.

Just as Fink was wiping away the sweat from his brow, his cell phone rang. One crisis had been diverted with new Anni recognizing her former boyfriend, another was just beginning. The name on Fink's caller ID was Lilah Morgan. Could Lilah have found out about their inability to detain Buffy? Maybe it was something about Becker? Or the damned porn star he still hadn't delivered?

"Hello, Miss Morgan," Fink said. There was a slight quiver in his voice. Pissing off Lilah wasn't the wisest option.

"Fink, get your ass into your office this instant," Lilah demanded. Fink rolled his eyes, a scolding by that woman was the last thing he longed for. He was beginning to wonder if dealing with that ice queen was really worth his trouble. Would it have been different if a man ran Wolfram and Hart, the most powerful demonic law office in the earth's history? He had tried poisoning her into co-operation, but her stomach seemed as steely as her gaze.

Fink walked into his office, only to be met by an evil glare from Lilah. Becker was standing there as well, looking quite sheepish. Apparently, Becker was not above Miss Morgan's wrath. Fink knew the consequences of arguing with Lilah, so, he decided he would simply listen to what she had to say. Even if it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Fink, you little worm! What the hell have you been doing in my absence?" she roared for openings. "It's bad enough that Becker here is incompetent to keep things under control, but this is your own company, dammit! Where the hell are my stripper and porn star by the way? They were supposed to be delivered yesterday!" Lilah steamed, shaking on her elegant pumps.

"Well..." Fink said. "We ran into some problems that are being taken care of as we speak." He motioned at a TV monitor. Lilah followed Fink's gaze, seeing a recording of Buffy arriving with her friends and sister. As Lilah's eyes grew wide, her mood grew more and more furious.

"Why wasn't I told?!" she asked. "Where is the slayer now? If she escapes, she'll destroy this whole operation!"

"Lilah," Fink smiled. "I've taken care of it all. Xander has been experimented on, Anya is now his loyal bimbo. Tara is on her way to sluthood. Willow and Dawn are being detained. Buffy is being safely monitored; she's currently 'hiding' in the air ducts." Lilah slammed her hands down on Fink's desk, but she quickly regained her cool.

"You have not taken care of everything. If anything goes wrong... ANYTHING!, you'll beg to be killed after what I have in store for you!"

"I understand you're upset, Miss Morgan," Fink said. "But I have a plan." He was slightly shaken by Lilah's threat. He pressed a button on his desk. "Tittiefuck, bring Dawn to my office." An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Lilah stared daggers right through Fink. Finally, the sound of clicking heels could be heard coming from down the hall. Fink huffed a sigh of relief, when Tittiefuck led a sad looking Dawn into Fink's office. At the sight of Fink, though, Dawn's eyes lit up.

"Dad-dyyyy!" she chirped. "Why haven't you turned li'l' Dawnie into your perfect shex shlave yet? Dawn misshesh Daddy sho mush!"

"Tiddiefuck twied to, wike, tell 'er all bimbos are happy all'e time, Mashta!" Tittiefuck giggled. She blew a large bubble of gum. Fink looked from Lilah to Becker. A cocky smile came over his face as he reconsidered the plan in his twisted brain. He turned to Dawn and motioned for her to sit on his lap. Dawn bounced over and flew her arms around him. She gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

"That will be all, Tittiefuck," Fink said. He turned his attention to Dawn, who was looking up at Lilah and Becker. "I'm sorry, DolliBabe, but I've been so busy with your naughty sister. Are you ready to be made into my perfect sex slave?" He ran a slow finger over her lips. Dawn's face lit up and she hugged Fink even tighter.

"Oh yesh! Thank you, Dad-dy! Thank you sho mush!" Lilah and Becker looked at one another. What was this damn Fink doing? Fink touched another button on his desk.

"What air duct is Miss Summers in, currently?" he asked.

"She has moved right above Surgery Room Five, Sir," a voice came over the speaker.

"Excellent," Fink hissed. His plan was taking shape. "Prepare it for Dawn's mental changes. We're going to do this slightly out of order this time. Send two of the male security members up to escort Dawn to her mental surgery."

"What the hell does all this mean, Fink? There are more important issues..., " Becker asked. But Fink held his hand up to silence him. Lilah looked over at Fink, and she smiled. Evil minds have so much in common; she knew exactly what he was doing.

"This better work, Fink," she said evenly. At that point, two muscular security guards arrived. Fink shooed Dawn away with them. "I'll be along in a minute, sweetie. All will be fine."

***

A bit later Fink, Becker and Lilah arrived in Surgery Room Five. Dawn had already been strapped to the brain-draining device. Various scientists, surgeons, and sexy slut nurses were running around. Fink walked over to Dawn, who stared up at Fink, adoringly. He caressed her cheek.

"Soon, DolliBabe, soon..." The machine fired itself up. A strange, blissful look came over Dawn's face. Her shiny lips curled in a sexy smile. Becoming her master's slave was finally getting true. Lilah and Becker looked on, enraptured by what was going to happen to Dawn. It was just then that Buffy burst through the air vent, landing nimbly on her feet. Her face blazed with anger as she made her way towards Fink and the machine. A small army of muscular security guards flooded the room, all armed with tazers. Fink thought he had the situation under control, but it was only a matter of time before Buffy had knocked out all of the guards. She'd taken down the world's strongest demons, after all, a couple of stupid guards were no match for the mighty slayer.

"Let my sister go, you sick bastard!" Buffy yelled at Fink.

"I don't think so, Slayer!" Another voice called from where Dawn sat in her brain-draining machine. Lilah Morgan stood next to the chair. Buffy heard how her little sister was moaning in a high-pitched voice, and she saw how her eyes started glazing over. "How would you like your little sister to be the mental equivalent of a vegetable the rest of her life, Buffy? I'll do it, so you better not take another step. Just sit down and let yourself be captured." To prove her point, Lilah threw the switch. Dawn yelped, her intelligence starting to drain into the machine. The degradation of the young woman excited Lilah in ways she couldn't have dreamed of. She almost tasted the sheer power of it, the irreversible destruction of a sweet young mind.

Buffy stared wide-eyed at Lilah. The cruel woman had flicked the switch again, stopping the process. Buffy considered. She could chance attacking Lilah, but that way Dawn might be lost forever. Maybe there was still a chance to save her sister? She couldn't live with herself if she let Dawn be totally mind-wiped. With tears in her eyes, she clenched her fists. Then she sat down on the nearest chair. Quick hands cuffed her wrists to it.

"Alright, Lilah... you win," Buffy sighed. It was answered by a mocking laugh from Lilah and Fink.

"Now Lilah, I think it's only appropriate if we let Buffy have a front row seat to watch her sister's transformation into my special bimbo," Fink laughed. Lilah stared at Dawn; she secretly squeezed her legs together. No one needed to know how wet she grew at the prospect of turning this girl into a mindless bimbo. Her finger fondled the switch.

***

Buffy felt the cuffs gnaw at her wrists. How had she ever let herself get into this, tied to a chair, arms and legs immobilized. In front of her was her baby sister, also tied to a chair. A large metal helmet cupped her garishly made-up face, so young still, so innocent. Beside Dawn she saw her worst enemy, smiling like an iceberg. Her mind raced, or rather tried to. What was it in this place? Ever since she'd crawled into these air ducts the edges of her thoughts seemed to have gotten fuzzy, blurred. Her usually rapid train of associations now plodded on into a misty world of sweet-smelling pink. How could she have been so stupid to fall into this trap? The bait of her stupid sister had been so transparent. The fighting had been no problem at all, she could have taken on twice this force of imbecile guards, but she should have seen the real trap coming. She would have if she only had been able to think straight.

In the end she had had no option but to give in. Watching the spark of intelligence die in the wide eyes of Dawn had been too much, and now she had to live with the cruel triumphant smile of Lilah Morgan. The horribly cold creature would get what she wanted anyway. Giving in had been no use, she wouldn't stop now. Why should she? The stupid slayer was out of the race. Buffy groaned, pulling at the handcuffs. Lilah winked and laughed her icy ice-cube chuckle. Her hand went back to the lever.

"Hold on, Dawn, oh please hold on, girl!" Buffy moaned beneath her breath, but the ditzy little blonde had no chance, no chance whatsoever. Her growing, stupid smile stretched her enhanced lips. Her eyes rolled up, and from deep inside her throat rose a silvery giggle.

"Dad-dyyyy," she squealed. "Dad-dy, Dowwi comin'." Her slender body shook as pure bliss washed over her face. On the steel helmet that covered her bimbo hair tall numbers changed. Long ago they'd plummeted under three digits, now they crawled towards the seventies. Buffy understood they indicated the girl's IQ. Dawn would be irretrievably lost to common intelligence when that number would crash through the seventy-barrier.

"Stop this!!" Buffy screamed. The tall man called Fink turned towards her, an ironic smile on his face. He came over to Buffy.

"Okay," he said. "Shall we stop it? We can do that at once, honey, but of course, we have to be compensated. I run a business here." Buffy shook her head to clear it from the annoying fog.

"Let her go!" she groaned. "What is it you want?" Fink looked over at Lilah, who pushed the lever, her knuckles white. She shook her head. "No fucking way," she hissed. "No damn swapping now." There was quite a bit of sweat on her forehead, not at all common for the ice queen she used to be called. "This li'l bitch goes down, and the damn slayer will watch it all." The number on the helmet had reached seventy. The girl in the chair seemed in a trance. A bell rang and a flashlight went on.

"Bimbo!" chuckled Fink, as if calling the winning numbers in a game. Lilah kept pulling at the lever, but the number change had stopped. She flashed an angry look at Fink.

"I'm afraid that's it, Ms Morgan," he said. "Point Zero for the sweetest li'l bimbos. Enough to understand what their Masters want... not nearly enough to count past ten." Dawn opened her vacant eyes; she hick-upped and giggled. Buffy slumped in her chair. A slow tear crossed her cheek.

The Making of a Lolita Doll.

They took the two women to another room. During their short walk Buffy had been shackled at wrists and ankles. Dawn was all bubbles and giggles, swaying her non-existent hips and chest.

"Oh Dad-dy, make shweet Dowwi puffect... tiddies, ass... mmmmm, totawy puffect!" Fink had grinned and smacked her butt.

"Don't worry, li'l slut," he said. "There will be a heap of new exciting flesh on this li'l Doll's ass... I pwomise." Dawn squealed and skipped on her silly high-heeled platform sandals.

In the new room Buffy had been strung up to a wall with lengths of chain. Her top and trousers were cut off her body, together with her bra and panties. As she stood naked, Lilah walked over. She tweaked a nipple, making tears of pain explode from the slayer's eyes.

"Watch this," the cruel bitch said. "Never a dull moment, sweetie. I guarantee." She grinned coldly and stepped away to grant Buffy full sight of the definite bimbofication of her sister. There was a huge enamel contraption at the center of the room, looking like a tanning bench with a glowing greenish light from down up. Over it arched a transparent cupola, allowing full sight of the stretched out, naked body inside. Dawn lay in it, her eyes closed, her arms and legs tied down, as were her head and waist. For a while nothing happened, then little green puffs of smoke spread through the cupola. They made the body invisible for a minute. Then they cleared away.

Buffy gasped at what she saw. The stretched body had arched in orgiastic bliss, only resting on shoulders and heels. The once modest tits of her sweet sister had definitely grown, the area around her nipples were all puffy and pink. It pushed newly erected digits of hard flesh out and up. Then another waft of clouds obscured the sight for minutes. The effect was irrefutable once the cupola cleared again. The girl seemed in a constant state of climax, her mouth wide open, her body twitching. On the narrow chest rose two glorious globes of perfect flesh, topped by dollar-sized areola. They were the swollen base for nipples as long as a baby's thumb.

Buffy groaned. She tried to look away, but she couldn't; the sight of her little sister's transformation was impossible to ignore. She now saw how the nipped in waist magnified the size of the new tits; two male hands could easily circumvent its tiny girth. It flared out into wide and fleshy hips that hugged a baby bare mound and cunt laying puffed and swollen in the valley of her perfect thighs. New clouds appeared and vanished. At each clearing the once lanky frame she knew had filled out more. By now incredibly round breasts stood proud on a slim chest, shaking with incessant orgasms, a cushioned ass balancing the tits. From there the legs tapered down to lovely tiny feet. They took a lot of time getting there.

Most of Buffy's fascination wasn't captured by the body, though, however spectacular it might be. Her attention went to the face. Subtle changes added up. The skin cleared up into the spotless paleness of porcelain; the eyes widened into the violet gaze of a doll; the lips puffed up into a pink flower. Young was the word, young and innocent, a doll's emptiness crowned by angelic platinum curls. Buffy was so taken in by the process that she jumped when a cold voice whispered in her ear.

"Like what you see, honey?" Lilah Morgan chuckled. Buffy felt fingers enter her exposed pussy, confronting her with the moist betrayal of her body. "Oh yes," Lilah said. "You must love it. Soon, honey, your time will come to join your sweet stupid bimbo baby sister. What a gorgeous couple you'll make." Buffy groaned and shook her head in desperation.

Then the cupola rose and out of it stepped the most sexual creature she ever saw. The ultimate tiny Lolita sex bomb that once was her grown-up sister sashayed over to her like a catwalk kitten. Two round, porcelain-pale globes bounced with every teetering step. The fleshy hips churned in enticing circles; tall shining legs scissored. The girl walked with professional elegance, one heeled foot in front of the other. From the china doll's face wide vacant eyes stared straight into Buffy's, making her flinch with pain. Outsized lashes flapped over violet orbs. A plump, rosy mouth stretched into a flashing smile. The newborn Lolita doll cooed and giggled softly.

"Wooki, big shish," she sang. "Dowwi now totawwy fanta... fanta... shupa kewl now. Mmmmm, ya mush' be, wike, shoooo jeawoush! I shooo wanna cum an' hug ya, shweetie, but Dowwi mush' go fank Dad-dy fihsh'. Oooooh, shweet Dad-dy sho good fo' shiwwy li'w DowwiBabe... mmmmmm." She crooned and twisted her body in coquettish bliss; then she turned her swollen ass to find her Daddy. She sank on her knees in front of him and unfastened his belt and zipper with her pudgy baby-fingers. Then she took his half erect cock into her hands and lowered her swollen baby-lips.

"Dad-dyyyy..., " she moaned, and swallowed the full length of his meat in one perfect gulp.

***

It was an hour later. Sweet new DolliBabe had yet to get down from her high. She looked into the tall mirror and what she saw made her squeal; her cute new voice echoed through the room. Under a halo of luminescent silver hair, she looked at the most stunning baby bimbo slut she'd ever seen, even in this wonderful place. Wide violet eyes sparkled in the oblong darkness of her fat, heavy lashes. A doll's face looked back at her; it had a pretty little nose over the most sexually enhanced cock sucking lips ever. Its curvy, doll-like shape made her dream of sweet Daddy's cock every moment she licked them. She smiled at the thought, stretching the pink wonders over her white teeth. "Dad-dyyyy," she moaned, an adorable giggle welling up from the depth of her creamy throat. Just uttering the word made a little squirt of moisture seep into her tiny pink string; it was the only piece of fabric she wore. The thong was wet; her permanently swollen cunt lips made it stretch with a telltale camel-toe impression. Her small white doll's hands cupped her tits. They were only DD-sized but looked huge on her petite and slender frame. Their shadows stretched all the way down her flat, nipped in belly. Hard pale nipples forced their way through her fingers, contrasting nicely with the shining pink of her nails. Dolli wriggled her flaring hips, feeling the incredible sway of her new round ass cheeks. They made her walk deliciously on the pinpoints of her towering heels.

"Oooooh," she crooned. "L'iw Dowwi ish shush a cute wuvwy dowww..." A new attack of giggles made her flesh jiggle freely.

"Yesh, she sho' ish," a voice agreed. It was rich and full and belonged to an olive-colored woman with much bigger tits, packed in a gold spandex top. She walked over to the giggling doll and fastened two large gold hoops in her ears.

"Now, wike, what we wea' t'day, li'w dahwin'?" she boomed with a distinct Caribbean accent. Her gold painted nails ran down the white girl's flesh, following her new curves. Dolli shivered, then she grabbed the dark face and planted a fat kiss on the signal red lips.

"Oooooh!" she squealed. "Make li'w Dowwi bootifuw fo' Dad-dy, pweashe, shweet ChiChi!" Chi-Chi was Fink's former partner with which he'd set up the firm. She was a brilliant, nerdy scientist back then, in the possession of several PhD's. Ironically, she had developed the principle of the machine that had dumbed down Dawn Summers, be it that she had entirely different plans with it. She wasn't only cleverer than Fink, she also criticized him for his greed, his cheating and his blatant hate of feminists and successful women in general. One day, she found herself in the very machine she'd helped developing. Now, she was Fink's personal assistant, and happy to be as personal as she could. She kissed the new Doll back, hugging her.

***

Half an hour later the Lolita-sweet darling formerly called Dawn Summers had changed from red latex through leather into silver lycra. She also saw herself stuffed into incredibly tiny tops and miniscule skirts, watching her hard nipples poking through flimsy satin, and her firm round buttocks peeping from under the shortest skirts. She came twice by only rubbing her nipples with the satin and lace of too small bras. She came once more by donning tight rubber panties with built in dildos at just the right places. In short, she'd had so much fun that her inner thighs were dripping with it.

Finally, Chi-Chi decided on a little schoolgirl's outfit. It was a tiny white blouse that stretched over her new assets, and a very short pink tartan skirt that rode on frilly white lace panties. Short white socks hugged her ankles to disappear into pink six-inch platform heels. Her blazing hair had been pleated into braids, standing off her pretty doll's face. All-in-all it was a cliché schoolgirl outfit as ever you saw one, Chi-Chi knew, but she also knew her boss's taste wasn't exactly haute couture.