Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Thirteen.
Admiring Another Work of Art.
The pink haired woman lay on the tiled floor. She'd fallen forward on the large tits she now crushed with her body, never hearing the distinct plop! as the huge pole of flesh left her yawning ass hole. The only thing she heard was the buzz inside her skull. A pale trickle of sperm oozed from the orifice between her round and swollen cheeks, being pushed out by the constant constrictions of her well-fucked ass. A sheen of sweat covered her body, from her throat a low-pitched gurgling rose.
A slim, chocolate colored foot in transparent, high-heeled sandals kicked the fallen woman in her thighs. The foot had pink painted nails. It belonged to a dark and stunningly built woman called Tittiefuck for as long she could remember, which was not very long indeed.
"Ge' up, shlut! Sho mush ta do!" she lisped as she chuckled, kicking the girl again. "Le'sh, wike, dwessh ya wike a puffect bimbo shexwetawy shlut. C'mon, honni, git!" Again, she kicked her foot into the creamy, home grown flesh. The two women were the only ones left in the room; the machine that had spawned the pink haired bimbo stood silently at its center. All the scientists, assistants, sexy nurses and giggling bimbos had left. So had Fink and the huge brute with the awesome cock.
The girl who had no need to know that she once was the daunting witch Willow Rossenberg, groaned and tried to rise. She had no idea where she was or why; she also had no idea how long she'd been lying naked on this floor. Or why. To be precise: she had no idea about anything anymore, and there was no wish whatever inside her to know. Her ass burned like hell, though. She had problems walking. The chocolate-colored bimbo with the giant afro hairstyle and an equally huge rack packed in shining lycra, pushed the pink bimbo to the door, then led her through another. Fat globs of semen dribbled down the insides of the pink girl's thighs.
***
The room was high and light. All around the walls were giant mirrors, reflecting two stunning girls. Their images bounced from one mirror to the other, showing their bodies from all sides, repeated manifold: a sweet black and white couple. They could all day have watched the glorious ebony of Tittiefuck and the pale, freshly showered cream of the new, dedicated shexretary, but the dark bimbo broke the spell with a giggle. She hugged the pink haired woman, crushing her voluptuous flesh into hers.
"Now, le'sh, wike, shee how we wwap up dish shweet shexhy package," she piped. "Bwack tight watex, oooooooh yeah! Bwack shiny watex wooksh shoooo totawwy cute on ya, honey!" She walked over to one of the wardrobe closets, making her round ass swing on seven-inch sandals. She returned with only a handful of black and pink, slick material. Picking up a container, she powdered the inside of the latex, before sliding a flimsy top over the riot of pink hair. Then she stretched it over the billowing mass of white titflesh. It took her a while until at last the tight rubber snapped over the huge balloons, making the girl gasp. Tittiefuck turned the ex-witch under the glaring lights, their bright highlights slithering over the crazy curves, accentuating her swollen nipples below the latex, and the rings through them.
"Mmmmmmm..., " the black bimbo crooned. "Now shtep into yo' pwetty shkiwt, honey." She made the white girl wiggle into the smallest pink skirt she had ever worn. It looked painted on her wide hips and it hardly covered her shaven mound with the pierced clit that stood out proudly. Tittiefuck reached down, bending at her hips. She rolled two black latex stockings up the white bimbo's calves until they covered her legs halfway up her thighs. At last, she added cute pink six-inch heeled ankle boots.
Lost in admiration they watched themselves in the mirrors, inhaling the mixture of sweet powder and the rubbery scent of latex, forever addicted. Both girls fell into each other's arms and dissolved in a storm of giggles.
***
Two men in business suits stood behind one of the tall mirrors, watching the hugging sluts. Fink smirked as he saw the other man's pants tighten at the center, an altogether usual sight at BimboTech Inc.
"Lindsey," he said. "I gather you're quite satisfied with how things developed?" The other man grunted. "Don't you feel the power?" Fink continued. He rubbed his own swelling cock through the expensive material of his trousers. "Watch that girl in her silly outfit. Once she was your formidable adversary. We reduced a dangerous witch to a giggling bimbo. That accounts for something, my dear! By the way, Lindsey, what did you do with her magic after you stole it?" The young man wrestled his eyes away from the sight and smiled.
"I offered it to the powers that be inside the firm," Lindsey McDonald said with a little waver in his voice. "They turned it into black magic and will know how to use it. They also are very thankful for it." Fink shrugged. Thankful was a word he liked, when pronounced by someone else.
"Let's go and watch what I got in return for the favor," he said. He steered the young man away from the delicious sight of the two bimbos, who were by now running their well-nailed talons over each other's incredible bodies.
"By the way," the young man said before they left. "What are your plans with the witch Willow?" Fink stopped and smiled wide.
"The EX-witch, my dear," he said. "As of today, her name is KlittiR for obvious reasons. She'll be the indispensable, though slightly dimwitted, sexretary of my new right hand, X. He is a rather practical man, you know; he will be running our new San Francisco branch. Oh my, will she be devoted to him!" Both men chuckled, closing the door behind them.
