Sandra arrived at the apartment building just like Olivia told her to. Three days had passed since they met at the bar and Sandra asked for her help in making her a bimbo, and while Sandra tried not to get her hopes up, Olivia's message that she had found something interesting definitely intrigued her. Olivia had insisted they talk about this in person and had given her home address. Sandra rang the doorbell and Olivia buzzed her in, she called the elevator and took it to Olivia's floor and knocked on her door. Olivia was quick to open the door and usher Sandra into the apartment. It looked pretty much like what Sandra had expected of Olivia; simple and utilitarian with efficient space usage. She offered her a cup of coffee and Sandra accepted, though after tasting it Sandra asked her to add both sugar and cream.
"Do you actually drink your coffee like that?" Sandra asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Olivia answered dryly, "I've been drinking strong coffee since second semester of my bachelors, I'm surprised you didn't notice."
"To be honest I think I drank more Irish coffees than normal ones." Olivia didn't react to the joke, instead she pulled out two chairs at her dining table which they both sat down at.
"I may have found something, but it's a bit complicated."
Sandra eyes went as wide as saucers. "Really! But I thought you said that kind of drug would never be made?"
"Well something was made, though not on purpose. One of our drugs had an unexpected side effect: the patients' arousal would rise to the level of compulsion, leading to diminishing critical thinking and mental faculties in general. Even after stopping treatment a return to a regular mental state did not occur until stopping sexual activity, as it seemed to cause a kind of reinforcement of the loss." Olivia continued describing the process in detail with Sandra patiently waiting for her to finish, only after Olivia was done did Sandra speak.
"So basically the drug will make me dumber, more horny, and as long as I keep fucking I will stay dumb."
"I mean yeah, that's one way of saying it."
"So it will make me a bimbo?"
"Basically yes."
Sandra couldn't help but get excited and started rubbing her legs together under the table, barely able to imagine just how wet she was.
"But there is a problem, because it's considered a failed drug it's slated for destruction, and I saw that it was scheduled for incineration tomorrow. But before you panic, I have a plan." Sandra listened attentively and as she heard more of the plan a smile slowly spread on her face.
The next day Sandra was waiting in the parking lot of BIONEXT. She was on the lookout for the van she knew was coming, a white van with a logo of a cartoon bee, and thankfully did not have to wait long. She saw the van drive into the parking lot and waited for it to park and see who exits, it was a man in his thirties, though he looked older thanks to his mostly receded hairline. His simple and practical clothing was fitting for someone who worked a physical job. His large frame gave the impression of someone who used his muscles regularly but also had a poor diet.
Sandra rushed over to him, "Excuse me!" she said walking up right next to him, "my car has broken down and I don't know how to fix it, could you help me?"
She looked at him pouting with her strawberry colored lips with her hands behind her back, making sure to push out her fake tits. Not that it was necessary to emphasize her breasts, the tight crop top she was wearing already did that alongside putting her thin waist on full display, in addition it showed off her nipples pointing through the fabric making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her elastic hotpants sat high up her legs giving a good view of her thin tanned legs.
Surprised by the scantily clad girl who had just run up to him, he stared at her openmouthed for a couple of seconds before answering. "I'm actually working right now and-"
"Oh please!" she interrupted him, "I promise to give you a big thank you." she said smiling while shimmying her shoulders girlishly.
"I guess I can take a look." he said, and as a response Sandra clapped her hands and ran back to her car. The man took the toolbox from his car then followed from behind where he got a good luck at her ass, her hotpants were with sitting so far up that he got a great view, so much so that it was also clear she wasn't wearing panties. When he reached the car he opened the hood and looked inside, after looking around for a couple of seconds he noticed that the terminal on the battery wasn't connected, he took the socket wrench from his toolbox and reconnected it.
"Try starting the car now." he said to Sandra who opened the driver side door and turned the keys. The engine sprang to life momentarily but she turned it off quickly, she then stepped out of the door and walked back to the man who was kneeling down to fold close his toolbox.
She bent down at the waist so she could look at him at face level, which also gave him a close view of her enhanced cleavage. "So how do you want me to thank you?" she asked.
"Why don't you go on back to my van and go in the back." he answered without hesitating having clearly made up his mind.
Sandra did as he asked and walked back to the van opened the door and stepped in. With her short height she was able to stand straight in the van. The man looked from side to side before also stepping into the van while ducking his head, he made sure to close and lock the door behind himself and then sat down against the door with his legs stretched out. Sandra did not need to wait for an invitation, she got on her knees and crawled towards the seated man slowly getting closer to the bulge growing in the front of his pants. Her hands had just reached his crotch when he put both hands on her shoulders and gave her a push, the force sent her backwards so she landed on her heels, she looked at him wide-eyed and worried that she had done something he didn't like.
"First take of your top." he ordered, and she complied immediately taking off the crop top and throwing it to the side while making sure to straighten up her upper body.
The man reached out and grabbed her tits, one with each hand, and started groping and kneading them, Sandra for her part sat obediently on her heels waiting for him to finish, like he was conducting an inspection to see if she was a good enough toy. She closed her eyes and let her mind dwell on the thought and starting giggling at her own objectification.