Wie Totawwy Bimbo!

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Twelve.

The Pain of Being Ignored by Your Lover.

Willow sat in her cell, her eyes staring vacantly. The time she had spent with the BimboTech website had left a deep impression on her; it made her wonder why she needed to be locked up like this. Maybe she had to wait her turn, others surely needed the BimboTech treatment before her. If Willow had been in the right frame of mind, she would have looked for her magic. Then she also would have realized that it had somehow been turned off. None of this mattered to her, though, she just sat there and waited her turn.

A clicking sound of many heels came closer, shaking Willow from her thoughts. She smiled to herself, her time must have come at last. She rose as a small army of bimbos approached her cell.

"Wike, hiya Wiwwow!" Tittiefuck gushed with a wide smile. "We, wike, got a huge shupwishe fo' ya!" Officer Cunt Lustly minced forward on her spiked heels; she opened the door. Willow looked at the platinum blonde security guard, feeling this sudden surge of desire again. She wanted to touch the woman, the hair, the face, the tightly packed tits. Then she saw all the other bimbos, and her desire went out to them too. She saw how they all smiled excitedly at her. They made her feel so welcome and so very much at home, that it brought a sob to her throat. Like a child she wondered what this surprise could be.

"Cum wi' us, honey," Cunt purred. "She'sh, wike, weady fo' shome time! She dowwin' he'she'f up to wook aww hawt and bootifuw wight now!"

Tittiefuck took Willow by the hand. The other sluts came forward to rub their hands over Willow's body. It drove the witch mad with desire for all of them, the blondes, the brunettes, the pink and blue haired, the dark skinned and the Asian. It also made her want so urgently to be like them, have their curves and their sunny, sunny happiness. After so many nights under the influence of the BimboTech website, the desire was etched into her brain. To be one of them.

Where would they take her? How long would it take them? Oh God, let it be now... The giggling clique of bimbos finally arrived at their destination, a spacious room filled with rows and rows of trashy outfits. There also were vanities; flocks of bimbos could fix their makeup and hair in front of them. The room was filled with the freshly minted sluts from Sunnydale. Tittiefuck took Willow by the arm and led her over to one of them. When Willow got close, her face lit up. She recognized the slut in front of her.

"Tara!" she exclaimed. She looked in amazement at all the changes BimboTech had made to her girlfriend. Gone forever was the cute brunette that Willow had come to love. The vixen before her was a vision of bimbo perfection.

"Showwy, honey," Tittiefuck purred. She kissed Willow's neck softly. "He' name'sh, wike, Titya now an' she'sh pufffwect." The new Tara, now Titya, jiggled over to Willow, her round ass swaying enticingly back and forth. She wore knee high black boots with a very high heel and hadn't bothered to find any clothes yet. She would probably need some help getting a skirt pulled over her padded ass. Willow gasped as she noticed how fake Titya's new big tits looked. But if so, how could they stand so proudly from her chest, and still swing with natural grace?

Titya saw her look. She proudly arched her back so they would jut out even more. Tara's long brown hair was now a black shiny mane. It had white streaks running through it and was long enough to fall to her plump ass. Titya licked her collagen-pumped lips; they were so full and thick that they could hardly close, which made them seem constantly begging for something to suck on. They were painted a deep, dark red, and Willow noticed that her two-inch nails and the nails on her toes had been painted to match.

Tara had always been the shy one. Regardless of her new, radiant appearance, Titya still was, it seemed, but there was a new gleam of lust hidden inside her demure eyes. With the slightest urge, Titya would easily fuck anything that moved. Willow had never seen this burning fire in Tara's eyes. It made her yearn all the more to join her and the others. Soon! But Titya rolled her eyes, as if she were bored. She started to brush her new hair while absent-mindedly kneading her FF cup tits.

"Titya, honey, shay hi to Wiwwow," Tittiefuck called over.

"Why she, wike, wook wike da'?" Titya asked with a sigh. Willow was shocked at how girly and high-pitched the girl sounded. She also felt hurt by the implicit sneer.

"Oooh, don' wowwy, baby," Tittiefuck answered. She ran her long-nailed hand through Willow's red hair. "Mashta Fwink shay he got shomefin' shpeciaw fo' her."

"Special?" Willow asked. All of a sudden, she felt unsure. Was this what she really wanted? Titya obviously wasn't even close to the Tara she'd known, so, what was this special? Willow definitely didn't want to be changed that drastically.

"You be, wike, wokkin' 'unda' Mashta X in a noo BimboTech office!" Tittiefuck squealed. Every bimbo in the room let out a fit of giggles that Willow didn't understand. "Don' wowwy honey. Evafin's gonna be OK fwom now on... you nexht! Shee?" Two slutty nurses entered, not giving Willow any more time to hesitate. They smiled sweetly and took her arms. Then they lead her away through a throng of excited bimbos. She looked back for Titya. Willow's last memory was to see her former sweet love spread her sensational legs for Cunt Lustly and have herself eaten out. When Willow saw it, a little voice screamed with pain in the last unaffected niche of her soul, but it was easily silenced by the other half of her mind. It just couldn't wait to greedily enjoy all depravities that BimboTech had in store for a slut like her. After all, Willow agreed now, a woman's place is on her knees.

Say Goodbye to Old Friends and Lovers.

Stiletto heels echoed down the long corridors of BimboTech's Los Angeles office, resounding like machine guns. Willow was being led to her fate. It seemed to make the bimbos around her insane with high-pitched laughter. They fawned over the redhead like she was the newest toy.

"Wike, awmosh' the'e, honey," Tittiefuck sang in her sweet voice, and continued to strut down the hallway. Willow breathed in the clouds of bimbo perfume. It made her lips curl in a carefree smile. Of course, there was this nagging feeling. Deep down she knew things were wrong; an irritating little voice kept telling her that. She resisted the irritation to make it go away. And it did. The damn voice got weaker and farther between. Is there anything that a good giggle can't fix? Then there was the numb hurt over Tara's apparent lack of interest in her. It made her feel so... inadequate. She remembered the wave of warm welcome she had felt when the girls came to fetch her. She so wanted to belong; it made her ache.

Willow sighed. There were so many good reasons to find her new self as soon as possible. To be one with her new sisters, to giggle with them, be desired again. Soon, real soon. Mmmmm... She wouldn't fight, she would go along with everything. Willow'd done her fighting, she felt tired. She didn't want to feel tired anymore. She'd rather go with this new sweet energy that had suddenly come over her suggestible mind. If she became a new and happy Willow, then maybe Tara, Titya, would want her again? Willow giggled along with the bimbos' brainless banter. It felt good; it just seemed the thing to do.

Only when they arrived at their destination, shards of reality re-entered Willow's mind. She took in the room; it was white and light. Two men were waiting. The first welcomed her and said he was Fink. He was well dressed. He rubbed his hands together. He also rolled from his heels to his soles and back again. The man smiled, but it was a poor and transparent diversion from his predatory eyes. Deep inside the old Willow felt repulsed by him, but who listened to the old, nagging Willow witch anymore? Quite a more attractive Willow told her that she should have a deep loyalty for the man. He deserved her gratitude for the glorious service he did to women, giving them life and joy, making them beautiful and wanted. He made them happy.

Willow looked across the room, narrowing her eyes a bit. There, in a tall chair sat a giant of a man. It resembled a throne that enhanced his imposing presence. He looked as strong and masculine as anyone Willow had ever seen. If Willow were a straight woman, this might be an ideal male specimen for her, but as it was, she wrinkled her nose at the giant Adonis before her. She gulped, though, as she laid her eyes on the large lump in his tight leather pants. Then, gasping, she realized who he was. Truly, he had been transformed beyond belief, but Willow could still make out the face of her longtime best friend, Xander Harris. A flash of pain hit her, an acute sense of loss. She remembered all the fun times they'd had growing up together in Sunnydale. Tears burnt at the rims of her eyes. She knew that all those fond memories would soon be gone. They would be the memories of two dead people.

Xander had always been one of the funniest people she had known, but in this new Xander's changed face there was no sign of humor. There was an otherworldly coldness in his eyes, sending chills up Willow's spine. While Xander's eyes were a warm brown, this new creature's eyes looked a most unnatural blue. They seemed to pierce her very soul.

"Xander?" Willow choked. Every thought of bimbos and all-satisfying sex left her head; she'd been snapped back to reality. She realized just how evil and wrong this place was.

"It's Master X, now, Willow," Fink remarked in a calm and patient voice. All the bimbos that had come with Willow, stared at Fink like he was a God. When he stopped speaking, their hungry gaze went to Master X's huge member, silhouetted in his pants.

"What have you done to him?" Willow asked. Her hatred shone from tearful eyes.

"I've improved him," Fink said simply. Willow's eyes shifted frantically between Fink and the new Xander. She shouldn't be here; she should never have come here to begin with. She began to back away, but just as she thought she might make a clean escape, she was pushed aside by yet another bimbo. A blur of tan skin and white hair whizzed past Willow to the sitting Master X. The bimbo climbed on his muscular thigh and swung her arms around the goliath's strong body. Her oversized tits pressed into his steel chest as she tried to kiss his impervious face.

Willow sank to her knees with a forlorn moan. Yet again she recognized one of her friends, and yet again that friend had been changed into a gross caricature of her former self. Anya's eyes had a look of puppy-dog devotion as she ran her hands through Master X's black hair. She didn't acknowledge Willow's presence, she just fawned over her new master and grinned idiotically. The old Anya could still be recognized in her face, although it had been painted with thick, slutty makeup. Anya's formidable tits contrasted, as seemed the BimboTech trademark, with a tiny waist. From there her body flared out into a plump ass and full, shapely hips. The lustrous silver white hair gently curled down her back. Like Titya, the new Anya didn't bother with wearing any clothing. She only wore white platform sandals with the usual deadly heels.

"What are you going to do to me?" Willow asked. She stared daggers at Fink. All the bimbos giggled madly.

"I'm sure you know what we're going to do to you," Fink said smoothly. "After all, I can't let you stay the way you are. I'm sure everyone here agrees that you're just too boringly ugly." Fink grinned. All the bimbos smiled in agreement. He stepped closer and brushed back a lock of red hair from her face. Then he lowered his head and kissed her neck. She responded to the kiss in spite of herself. It made her knees weaken.

Tittiefuck sauntered over and reached to feel up Willow's smallish tits. Willow whimpered at the unwelcome show of affection. Still, she felt her nipples harden.

"Don' wowwy baby," Tittiefuck giggled. "When ya, wike, aww done, we' be jush' wike shistash! Mmmmmm, shweet honey. Aww you do ish twusht Mashta!" Willow shuddered. Her mind felt like chewing gum, being pulled in all directions. She felt a growing urge to give in, to just go with this urge and accept what seemed inevitable. Her heroic side, however, struggled to keep a clear mind. She knew it might be futile, but she tried to conjure up a large dose of magic. It never came. A shivering sigh escaped her chest, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She knew then that all hope was gone.

"'Ensjoy it, shweetie," Tittiefuck crooned in her ear. "It aww, wike, feel shooooo wight affa it'sh done, honey." Just then, two mammoth security guards entered the room and dragged Willow away. She screamed hysterically. Master X's stoic face didn't flinch. His huge hands started to feel up his white-haired slave's abundant tits.

***

The two burly security guards of BimboTech threw Willow into a transparent plexiglass cell. It stood in the middle of a large and luxurious room. Willow got up at once to pound the glass with futile fists; she could tell that this was a prison, and that she needed to escape from it. The men pulled her away from the glass wall, forcing her into a peculiar looking chair, her hands and feet secured, her neck captured with a collar. All she could do was look forward and cry.

"Now the real fun begins." The warm but insincere voice of Fink came from the hallway. He strolled in with the looming figure of Master X. The blonde bimbo who had been Anya, now AnniWayuwannit, clung tightly to his muscular arm. A group of bimbos led by Tittiefuck sauntered into the room; a giggling Titya was with them. Out of another door came a few men in lab coats, followed by the usual group of busty nurses in tight latex uniforms.

Fink and X took their seats in comfortable leather chairs. The bimbos sat down on various soft cushions, kissing and touching and brushing each other's crazy hairdos. Of course, Anni was fussing over Master X as if she worshipped the ground he walked on, which in fact she did. Titya spread her smooth, glossy legs and started fingering her puffed, bald pussy. Then she gave Willow a long, seductive look, as did about half of the other bimbos. It made Willow feel like some sick zoo attraction. She kept glancing nervously toward the scientists and their nurses. Then she ignored the nurses; they were just eye candy. Maybe they were supposed to pleasure the men once the procedure started.

Willow studied the inane look in her former Tara's eyes. She also met the alien, pale-blue eyes of her former best friend, Xander. Again, she couldn't help the tears to flood her face. Her only hope was that Buffy would be still free and able to get help. Somehow... someway.

Never Trust a Bimbo's Heart.

A massive humming of large machines dragged Willow back into the hateful moment. Darkness washed over her as if a huge cloud had lowered from the sky. She couldn't see the metal hood that sank down over the top of her glass cell, only her eyes could move. She sent them frantically from left to right and tried to conjure up any magic that was still in her. Unfortunately, nothing happened. Someone somehow must have stolen her magic. The only power left to her was to close her eyes and avoid the obscene sight in front of her. The bimbo that had been her friend Anya released Master X's huge member with delicate fingers from its tight, restrictive prison. She totally ignored the helpless Willow and lowered her head to it, licking the erect shaft up and down and finally enveloping it as far as it would go down her throat.

"Throw the first switch!" Fink's voice rang triumphantly. He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes afire with what was about to happen to the brainy witch before him. Willow swallowed, gagging on her panic. One of the scientists pulled down a large metal lever, then he returned to suck the freed tits of the blonde nurse in his lap. For an instant, Willow thought something had gone wrong. Nothing seemed to happen, but then a soft cloud of pink vapor poured into the glass cell. Willow coughed. She thought it was meant to knock her out.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded. She pulled defiantly at her restraints.

"Don't worry, Willow. The mist is just to ensure that you won't feel any pain for what is to come," Fink said. "We are not monsters, you know." All the bimbos giggled. Willow looked around as much as she could. She knew she had just one last card to play; there was no other option left.

"Tara, I know you're still in there," Willow said. She tried to muster a winning smile. "It's me... Willow, remember, honey? I love you, Tara. You have to fight whatever they've done to you and help me! Please, baby! Baby?" For a brief moment, a look of realization seemed to lighten Titya's confused face. Her eyes flitted from Willow to Fink and back again. She twirled a strand of her black, shimmering hair, before a seductive smile relaxed her whorish features. Willow smiled triumphantly as Titya got up and minced over toward the scientists.

"Bimbo, what are you doing?" Fink demanded.

"You've failed, Fink!" Willow called over. "Your perversions couldn't spoil my Tara and our love for one another!" Titya was now standing before the large machine. She absentmindedly fondled a prominent nipple. The scientists looked up; they seemed about to stop her but waited for permission from their employer. Fink had a worried look on his face. He should have faith in his own operation, so, he straightened up in his seat. He would show no weakness.

"Let's see how this plays out," Fink called to his scientists and security guards. Titya ran her fingers through her long hair and kept her empty eyes on Willow. She then moved her hands over her large, bare tits and again tweaked the nipples. She giggled softly. Willow's face fell in despair. She knew her gambit had failed. Titya took a long-nailed finger and sucked on it, as if she was giving head. Taking the finger out of her mouth, she produced another insane giggle. Then she pressed a large pink button and all the bimbos in the room erupted in high-pitched cheers. Fink himself breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, babe," he said with feigned compassion. "Your 'love' has just sealed your fate. Welcome to your new life. In a few hours you'll thank sweet Titya for what she just did. Bye, li'l witch, let's all say goodbye to Willow." He snapped his fingers and Titya slid onto his lap. Willow started panting in panic. The very chair she was sitting in began to buzz. The last she heard was her ex-lover's giggle.

***

A pink mist swirled around her. Willow felt a dull buzzing in her head that was strangely relaxing. She knew she should fight it; she shouldn't lose herself in it. But her eyes became lidded. She slowly floated away. Sleep seemed to capture her, but a huge, electric shock tore her out of it. Her body spasmed. She clenched her teeth forcefully. Her nipples started to tighten and ache. She whimpered. A strange pressure built up inside her breasts. She tried to look down her nose to see what happened. She moaned as she saw the obvious tightening of her blouse.

She couldn't believe what happened to her. Her breasts were swelling, the pressure of her blouse became unbearable, until two buttons popped. An abundance of white freckled flesh burst free. She groaned while her modest breasts started to inflate into cartoon proportions. They must be past DD-cups now and still didn't stop. Willow tried to see what happened, panting uncontrollably. The newly expanded breasts were a huge strain on her body. Rivulets of sweat ran from her face.

"Must fight!" she groaned through clenched teeth. "Can't become the cheap, trashy slut they want me to become! Gawd, my breasts... boobs... they're huge now!" A sudden sensation of utter horniness drowned her. She had to fight it... fight it. Ah Gawd... but it felt so goooood. A giggle escaped her. All the bimbos clapped their manicured hands and cheered with soft, high-pitched voices. Willow's head swam as she could barely hear anything through the buzzing. Beyond the clouds, Willow could see the evil smile of Fink. A black-haired bimbo nuzzled his neck. She looked over to Willow from time to time and blew her kisses.