American Bimbo

*classic American Rock music blares leading into a manly man announcer.*

"Deep in the American heartland of just outside New York, New York. One man has turned a small family business into a worldwide phenomenon. Join Charles "Chuck" Tuttle Senior and Charles "Charlie" Tuttle Junior as they clash heads and egos all while running the only body shop that matters in custom bimbo modification. With money and reputation on the line, the two of them, joined as always by the youngest son Tommy, will battle deadlines and each other as tempers flare and bimbos heat up on this episode of-"

*a bald eagle screeches as explosions rock the screen*

"- American Bimbo."

The camera cuts to scenes of green forest and long stretches of road, the NYC skyline being caught in one panel before quickly cutting to the front of the shop. Easy going music plays as viewers are shown the business-side of Clara County Bimbos, before moving towards the office of Chuck Sr.

"I know Charlie and the crew are wiped after running 20 hour shifts to finish Bat-mo-Bimbo on time for us to ship her out for the client." Chuck Sr. sat behind his simple desk, looking at the computer monitor like it held the secrets of the universe as he tapped away with two fingers on the keyboard. His bulky frame stretched the plain tank top and jeans he wore to the limit, one hand running over his bald head before teasing the white fu manchu mustache above his scowled mouth. With tan, leathery skin he looked tough, a self-made man who had worked for every dollar he had.

"I also know they're looking to relax, but if you're not working you're not making money." He leans back in his chair as the camera zooms out. The only decorations in the otherwise spartan office are the American flag and dozens of pictures of Senior with celebrities, billionaires, and executives who have contracted Clara County Bimbo for their needs. "So I thought to myself, why not do something easy you know? Marty Mulligan is an old family friend, one of our first customers when I was just starting out. Recently his bimbo has been making a lot of strange noises and while he claims he's been following maintenance after all these years sometimes an owner will just need a full rebuild."

Outside of the office, Marty arrives with his Clara County Bimbo custom job. His wife Deborah is dressed in full 50's pin-up style, just barely failing at modesty with her ample curves on display in neat kitten heels. Her upper body is fully restrained as she struggles to escape, her gag having come loose as she is screaming at Marty. The heavy-set man with a deep farmer's tan just sighs as he drags her by her arm, and Charlie meets up with the old family friend as they walk inside the shop. He looks a lot like his father, tall and muscular in a CCB t-shirt and jeans, his dark brown hair cut neat and beard trim but full on his jaw.

"Hey Marty, as always-"

"MARTY YOU ASSHOLE! 13 YEARS OF MARRIAGE AND WHEN I WANT A DIVORCE YOU DRUG ME AND PUMP ME FULL OF-"

"-it's a pleasure. Hey Tommy, can you get me a gag? Marty's looks like it's meant more for cattle-"

"I'LL SUE YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I WENT TO YALE BEFORE WE MARRIED YOU BUMPKIN PIECE-"

Across the shop, Tommy goes to the restraint box and opens drawers until he comes across what he's looking for, tossing the ball gag to Charlie who doesn't even pretend to reach out for it as it air-balls about 3/4 of the way to him. Tommy is red in the face as he walks over to pick it up, taller than either of the other Tuttle's but heavyset and chubby, his long curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, jowls clean shaven as he picks up the gag and hands it to his brother.

"I AM A PERSON! YOU CAN'T DO THI- MMM! MMMFFFF!"

"There we go! You weren't kidding when you called that she was making a lot of noise Marty, did you forget to send her in for a check-up? Because I'll be honest this is looking like a full job from top to bottom. Tommy, hit her with a shot of WD-40 to quiet her down and get her on a rack."

Not risking another embarrassing moment caught on camera, the younger Tuttle hustles over to a nearby table for a blue and red can of Woman Dominator 40, the number one brand in subjugation satisfaction, with the woman's struggles intensifying as he gets closer. It takes two sprays to get Deborah quiet, arms going droopy and eyes hazy as Tommy takes her off Marty's hands and walks the dazed woman into the shop.

"Naw Charlie.... I've been so busy down at the ranch now that we're expanding." The older man, dressed in overalls, brushes off his hands and relaxes now that he no longer has to keep his bimbo restrained. "Just had a big investment come in to open up a new 100 girl barn, and those city folk invited me and Deborah to a "gala" or something. Between taking care of the herd we have and visiting other farms to find more girls to fill up the new barn, I figured I'd put off her refresh until right up until the event. Next thing you know she's trying to take a steak knife to me!"

Charlie nods his head with understanding. "You wanted her to be the belle of the ball on your arm, I get it man."

Marty looks at him quizzically. "If you mean I just wanted her to look good then yeah Charlie. I never did none of that university and degree from a city like you got to. I'm just a simple man with the simple dream of living on my farm with a bimbo wife and a few hundred heads of cattle to milk."

Charlie laughs with him as they walk through the shop. Despite his claims of being a simple man, it had been a long time since Marty had first come to pick up Deborah after CCB was done with her. Since the first episode of 'American Bimbo' the Tuttles have become household names, becoming the go-to name in bimbo modification for marketing and several of their now-famous models are on display in the office, their frozen bodies stuffed with machines quietly buzzing away, ensuring usability at any moment.

The futuristic, hi-tech Sintel Bimbo's curves are highlighted by a skin-tight LED riddled bodysuit that shows off her custom-installed internal bra for her gigantic breasts and the logo of the computer chip megacorp. The famous Fire Bimbo, built to honor members of the NYFD who gave the ultimate sacrifice for their community, her heaving chest on display as if about to burst out of her too-small red top, face frozen in a vacant smile and a waterfall of blonde curls underneath her mock-firefighter hat. Marty stops bug-eyed in front of Charlie's favorite girl. His first opportunity on the show to build entirely from his own vision, and he knocked it out of the park with the shop's most famous bimbo: The Widow Maker.

After the success of Marzel's 'The Vindicators' in the box office, the producers hired CCB to build a bimbo to celebrate and market their brand even further. Charlie took the opportunity to enact his vision, throwing out realism in favor of bombastic curves and a waspish waist that made for a truly unbelievable hourglass figure. Frozen on her teetering 10 inch platforms and wearing a fully custom version of the costume she wore in the movie showing plenty of extra skin, he had transformed the previously beautiful actress Charlotte Johnson into a one-of-a-kind stunning work of ultra-enhanced femininity. Even her face, once a classic beauty charming audiences in movies like 'Found in Translation', had been customized. Blow-up doll lips were permanently frozen in a dark red 'O' while her famous red hair was dyed a truly vibrant red, bright green eyes familiar on screen now glazed over, irises surrounded by a glowing pink ring.

"Now, I know you said you wanted her ready for this event." Charlie led Marty into the office where Chuck Sr. was waiting. The two old friends exchanged pleasantries and handshakes before sitting down. "And I know you like to keep things simple, but you're moving up in the world and we're not the same Clara County Bimbos from when we made you Deborah. I had some ideas-"

"Junior! Always comin' up with crazy ideas like he knows better! Ever since I paid for you to go to that fancy design school!" Chuck Sr. slammed his hand on the table multiple times, the interruption and patronization clearly annoying Charlie. "Marty man, I've known you for years and we both learned the hard way, don't need a class to run a business when you have integrity and work hard. You can rest easy, by the time we're done with Deborah she'll be as good as new. Hell, better than new. Now when is this event you need her ready for?"

"It's Friday the 10th right? That city boy gala thing is in a week."

"A Week!? Marty I know you're a friend but Deborah is in need for a full rebuild there's no way-"

"Anything for a friend Marty! We'll have her done and clean out of here by Wednesday even."

Charlie's chair goes flying as he jumps to his feet. "Dad! We can't do it in a week, much less 5 days! This is a pro-bono job too! We've got paying customer builds to finish not even taking into account any custom fabrication Marty wants!"

Marty clears his throat as Chuck Sr.'s chair also goes flying as he stands up to point at his son. "Actually, I did have some thoughts-"

"We'll do it in the time I say we'll do it in!" Chuck Sr. screams back at his son, poking at his chest with a meaty finger. "I don't care if it takes double- TRIPLE overtime! This is my shop and I won't have my reputation-"

*CRASH*

The camera follows the chair being flung out of the office by Charlie, shattering a window as it skids into the shop.

"I don't care about your reputation! Everyone is exhausted and even with overtime we'll struggle to hit a deadline in a week!"

*SLAM*

Dust explodes out of the wall as the crew makes space for Charlie to be thrown through the drywall by his dad, Chuck Sr. stepping through the hole he made, muscles bulging and veins pumping as his face behind the moustache is red in anger.

"My reputation is what built this shop from nothing! That and my successful ironworks company that I could always fall back to... And that I also built from nothing! If you don't finish this bimbo in a week than you aren't ready to handle any of this busines-"

*THUD*

Despite being empty, the heavy plastic garbage bin clocked Senior square in the face and was thrown quite hard by Charlie, sending Senior reeling as his son began stomping his way towards the exit. Senior recovers quick enough to pick up the plastic and send it shattering through a nearby window to punctuate his words.

"If you walk through that door don't bother coming back because you'll be FIRED!"

"Fuck you Dad! You can't fire me because I QUIT!"

"Fuck you Junior!"

"Fuck you!"

*BAM*

The heavy steel door slamming shut reverberates through the quiet shop, the staff having quit working to watch the spectacle. Tommy stands alone by a table holding a bakery box looking awkward as he eats a powdered jelly donut, Chuck Sr. glaring at everyone and the cameras in red-faced anger as he shakes himself free of drywall bits and dust. Screaming at everyone to get back to work he makes a beeline to his office as the sounds of banging and machining start back up like nothing had ever happened. Chuck Sr. walks right past Tommy, flipping the box of donuts out of his hands and sending them scattering before storming off, the distant sound of his door slamming covering Tommy's heavy sigh as he finishes his donut and begins cleaning the scattered pastries off the shop floor...

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The crew joins Chuck Sr. at a banquet hall in NYC hosting the 53rd Annual Fundraising Gala for the NYPD. Besides being a guest of honor among the wealthy elite of the city and the various members of the police unions and upper echelons of the NYPD, Clara County Bimbos was hired by Mayor Adam Ericks and DA Calvin Briggs for a special project this year. The glitz and glamour aren't what Chuck Sr. signed up for when he first started CCB but it's the kind of reward given to a hard-working man such as himself, as he sits at a front table in his finest sleeveless tux jacket, a concerned look on his face.

"I left Junior to take care of business in the shop while I'm forced to wine and dine on expensive water and... whatever the hell caviar actually is. I know we argue a lot but we're still family at the end of the day." Chuck Sr. chuckles to himself as he rubs his black eye, the swelling down considerably for the event.

"Still, I have to think about what he's getting up to. Not because I don't trust him; he's a smart kid and a talented fabricator who has been around the shop since he was little. It's just that I don't trust him. Came back from college, that I paid for, with all these new thoughts and a fancy degree and a taste for a 'modern aesthetic'. I get that times change; back in my day your options were limited to your Stepford Wives, Marilyn's, corn-fed girls and the like. Now with technology any kind of bimbo seems possible. I'm just old fashioned I suppose, and I worry Junior will ruin our shop's history while he thinks newer and bigger... and I definitely can't leave CCB to Tommy after all while I'm out representing the brand."

Chuck Sr. joins the Mayor and the DA of New York up on stage to resounding applause, coming up to the podium next to a vaguely humanoid figure underneath a pink sheet with the Clara County Bimbos logo on it. "I'm humbled today to be a guest of the fine establishment of the NYPD today. CCB has always supported true American heroes, and there are few others who wear that title as well as our boys in blue. They truly are the backbone of this country." Whoops and cheers and clapping break out from the attended guests, actual officers far and few between due to the ticket price of the event.

"I'd also like to take a moment to talk about Assistant District Attorney Lucille Jackson-" A chorus of boos and jeers ring out, DA Briggs nearby motioning thumbs down with a smile threatening to break his face into two. "I know, I know. 'Internal affairs, proper police procedure, systemic injustice, donations are just bribes.' I might be just a mechanic but I watch the news on occasion." Chuck Sr. smiles and chuckles as he leans one bulky forearm onto the podium. "The NYPD and you fine folks have more important things to worry about than some stick-up-her-ass looking to make a name for herself rather than keeping our cities safe. After talking with Mayor Ericks and DA Briggs, Clara County Bimbos decided for your charity event tonight we could come up with something special for you fine folks. Let me introduce you to CCB's newest custom creation: Officer Lucy!"

The pink sheet is removed to reveal a black police woman underneath posing with one arm on her hip and another saluting the crowd, a brilliant white smile on her painted red lips as her vacant eyes stared out, a glowing pink ring surrounding her brown irises. Her enormous bimbo breasts threatened to send the single button of her blue top flying with every movement, a badge indicating her services in the 69th precinct overwhelming the small cloth it was pinned to as cleavage spilled out generously underneath. The bottom of her ass was curvy, smooth, and visible underneath the tiny police skirt, toy baton at her side, as she balanced on 6 inch platform pumps. Despite having regressed her age to a more proper number for a bimbo, the crowd could easily spot the former Assistant DA underneath the heavy makeup and hair, the woman having always insisted on her long natural curls now sporting a cute blonde bob.

"Officer Lucy is here to serve!" The bimbo giggled brightly as she began modeling off her transformed body, the front crowd flinching in real fear as the metal button containing such titanic titular masses strained but held against its task.

The men on stage chuckled as Mayor Adams moved to the podium, letting Chuck Sr. step back to admire his work. "Haha! And serve she will, as 'Officer Lucy' will begin a tour of reparations with the many fine officers she had forced on administrative leave before joining our highest bidder tonight for their collection. This delightful bimbo, custom-made by Chuck Tuttle Sr. and the CCB crew, features all the functions of their work which I'm sure you've all seen on their show right?" The crowd laughed politely as the Mayor chuckled to himself. "And if you haven't, you should! Time to get down to business though, if you'll look under your placemats you should have a bidding number assigned to your seat on a paddle. I say we can start the bidding at... $100,000? Oh! DA Briggs, that was quick, I didn't think we were allowed to bid as well. Do I hear $120,000? I spy Mr. Corleone and his lovely wife-"

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Back at Clara County Bimbos, Charlie is hard at work on Deborah, having been left in charge of the project while Senior is out of the shop. He's busy sketching out and planning pre-fabrication, making a note of what parts would need adjustment and others to be built from scratch in-house. Near the metal welding table where he works, Deborah is strapped spread-eagled on the Rack, a rotating stand that allows the boys to work on any angle of her that they need to reach. Charlie already finished the updated mouth, a metal mold of impossibly plush lips that once installed would make speech difficult but pleasuring a man easy encircled the lower half of her face. With the WD-40 having worn off hours ago she was now alert, having spent plenty of time off camera wearing herself out against her bonds and muffled voice screaming itself ragged and making more work for the crew to repair. The camera zooms in on her face, green eyes wide in terror as they beg anyone at all to help her.

"The thing about Dad is he always thinks he's right, incapable of thinking that time has passed him by or to try new things when his way is the one that has always worked." Charlie sighed in annoyance, seemingly oblivious to the plight of the woman suspended next to him. "And then when he talks about being a 'self-made man' and all the hard work he put into the company, he leaves all the actual labor to us while he goes and schmoozes potential customers at fancy parties and expensive dinners. Classic."

The young man gingerly gets up to walk around the table and show off his plans for Deborah. On the workbench were two pairs of silicone implants, one significantly smaller and made of thinner, clearer material than the other as he takes it, even the smaller version still spilling out of his fingertips.

"Now this is what Deborah had installed in originally, they're more than a handful and after a few months, assimilate fully with the body providing a natural heft and softness. In comparison to the all-naturals we can also make, they have a perkiness warranty of 10 years before you'd want to re-install another pair to keep her fresh. Now, I know Dad said Marty is old-school and simple, but I know what it looks like when a kid walks into a candy store and sees fancy chocolate for the first time. I went to college in the city after all. That's why while he's out of town we're going to go with these."

Charlie let the small, clear mold of plastic fall to the ground as he used two hands to lift the much larger, darker implants. While it still jiggled and clearly had some give as he balanced its weight on one hand, it was clearly a much heavier, intense implant. Nearby, Deborah's movement is caught at the edge of the camera, enough of her face visible to see her eagle-eyeing the plastic that was about to be installed into her body.