Florence is passed to another randy guy
Florence was hypnotised to be a stupid blond bimbo, called Candy. It started out as a fun game with her husband, only it all went wrong while he wasn't around to protect her. Being hypnotised for several weeks deepened the influence, until Florence lost all control of the bimbo persona. Candy was stupidly doing whatever she was told to do, and Florence had to withstand the consequences.
Every time Candy slept with a guy, it affected Florence too, as it was her body being used. Arousal swamped her brain with hormones, meaning Florence became as sexually excited as Candy. She had no choice, except to go along with Candy's stupid behaviour. Florence was in despair. She was beginning to believe the rest of her life would be spent as Candy, the stupid bimbo.
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Craig was fed-up being stuck with the dumb bimbo. He couldn't leave her alone in the apartment for too long, as she would get into some sort of trouble. Yesterday she left the gas stove on without lighting it, and nearly blew up the apartment. He was getting cabin fever, so he just had to get out and meet some friends.
His sister, Catherine, paid him to look after Candy, without revealing who she was.
Catherine had fallen for Florence's husband, and left the woman with Craig to keep her out of the way. It had been easy to manipulate the woman while she was a stupid bimbo, so ordered her to obey Craig, as a boyfriend. Leaving her with Craig, left Catherine free to move in on Florence's husband.
'Come on we're going out,' he told her.
'Like, wow, we going shopping then?' Candy brightly said.
'Maybe. Haven't you got anything else to wear?' he asked, sounding exasperated.
He didn't know what his sister had brought with Candy, as she walked around the apartment in her underwear. He liked to watch her large breasts bounce in the small under-wired cups. He looked through the wardrobe as he couldn't trust her to pick something decent. There wasn't much to choose from.
His sister had brought Candy over with the most terrible outfits she had. He figured Catherine had done this on purpose. He looked her over, and decided she'd picked the least gaudy of the outfits. The short pink dress would have looked cute on a kid, but she was well over eighteen. If the lighting was poor she could be mistaken for being much younger, except a pair of large breasts were a clue to her real age.
'Just try and keep the dress down,' he told her.
Florence was grateful to Craig for giving Candy such a basic instruction. Candy took everything he said as an order, and was stupid enough to follow literally whatever he said.
That nasty bitch, his sister, packed the clothes. The underwear sets were flimsy and see-through. The outfits Mable bought were suitable for a young teenager, and unfortunately Candy loved the pink Barbie outfits. One of the t-shirt's had emblazoned across the chest, "Barbie Girl", in large glittery letters. The only pair of panties that wasn't a g-string, had "Barbie" written on them.
What her panties were like under jeans, or even a long skirt, didn't matter. All Candy had to wear were short skirts, and dresses. They seemed to be designed to balloon up on the slightest breeze. Florence was naturally reluctant to leave the apartment looking like a fool.
She also wanted to stay in case Catherine returned to take her home. Knowing the woman was moving in on her husband, she considered it a forlorn hope. Resigned to her fate, she retreated into a corner of her mind, letting Candy carry on with her stupid behaviour.
'Cool! Like, it's nice to be out with my boyfriend,' Candy cooed.
She had an arm wrapped in Craig's as they walked into a pool hall. He sat her down and walked over to a friend. The place was empty, and he didn't like the idea of spending time with the stupid guy. One was driving him mad, so between the two of them he would lose it altogether.
'How you doing, Mickey?' Craig asked.
'Alright, I guess. Who's she? Your new girlfriend?' Mickey asked.
He wasn't going to admit to that, so he said, 'No. I'm looking after her for my sister.'
'Nice,' Mickey commented.
'Look Mickey, would you do me a favour? I just want you to look after her for a couple of hours. I need to do some stuff,' he asked.
'Sure, no problem. You off to score? You can bring back some for me, yea?'' Mickey beamed a smile of anticipation.
'No, nothing like that. Look, she just needs watching, otherwise she gets into bother. Come over here Candy,' he said.
Candy was sitting chewing gum, like a contented cow. She skipped over to the two of them, looking pert and happy.
Mickey watched her tits bounce, with the little dress bouncing up in time with them. He could see what his friend meant about her getting into trouble.
'This is Mickey, he's going to look after you while I'm gone. Do as he tells you,' he firmly told her.
Florence silently groaned in dismay. She knew something would go wrong while the stupid one was out, away from the apartment. Surely Craig knew what Candy was like, and that it wasn't safe leaving her. Over the last few weeks she'd been passed from one young man to another, with nothing she could do about it.
'Alright, whatever,' Candy casually said.
Candy was busy chewing gum, and preening her long blond hair. She didn't even look back at Craig, as he quickly escaped the foolish pair.
'So, Candy, do you want a game?' Mickey nervously asked.
'Like yea, of course. But,' she said, with a deep frown on her face. 'I'm supposed to be a good girl, so I can't play around with you,' Candy said, looking disappointed.
'Eh? Why not?' he asked.
'Like, no, you're not my boyfriend, so I can't play games with you,' she said.
He still didn't get it. 'Who's your boyfriend then?' he asked.
'Well, like, it's Craig, of course,' she told him.
'Oh? He said you aren't his girlfriend,' Mickey shrugged.
'Really? Like, I thought I was. Oh! Like, that's why he dumped me just now. He doesn't want me anymore,' she said, looking confused. 'Geez, that's bad. Like, I guess, that's why I've got to do as you tell me,' she said, looking confused.
'If I'm telling you what to do, I can tell you to play,' he said.
'Oh? I'm not sure. I can only play with a boyfriend. I've got to be a good girl, or I'll be spanked,' she groused.
'Who'll spank you?' he asked, sounding protective.
'Err, like, someone. If I'm naughty, and don't do as I'm told. Like, I have to do as you tell me, so, I guess it's you. Like, really, yuk. You'll spank me, if I don't do as I'm told,' she lamented.
Mickey was as confused as much as she looked it. She looked older than him, yet she was dressed, and acted younger. He wasn't very bright, but even he could tell she was dumb. He liked the look of her, and that she didn't make fun of him. He gave her a big smile, and was about to tell her he wouldn't spank her, whatever she did.
'Like, geez, Mickey, I don't have a boyfriend now. Would you be my boyfriend?' she asked.
Florence knew this would happen. It seemed so terribly inevitable. The stupid bimbo was moving on to yet another boy. He sounded dim, but maybe he would treat her well, and look after her. The stupid bimbo needed keeping out of trouble.
'Sure, that would be great. I think you're wonderful. I really want to be your boyfriend. Do you want to play a game now?' he said, nodding at the pool table.
'Now you're my boyfriend, of course! Anything you like,' she cooed.
She wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a deep kiss. He stumbled back in surprise. He wasn't used to girls throwing themselves at him. He'd had a girlfriend, just the one, but they hadn't gone far. She was certainly a good kisser.
'Maybe we should play a game?' he quietly said.
'Like, what game do you like? I like being trained. I was trained to be a cheerleader, watch!' she screeched, with excitement.
Candy bent at the waist, and grabbed her ankles. The dress was pulled up showing off a g-string, pulled tight between her cheeks. He took a step forward, as though it were a magnet.
She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled. 'Like, do you think I'm good?' she asked.
Florence remembered the young guy who pretended to train her as cheerleader, and winced. The boy took her home to train her for sex, teaching her all sorts of despicable sexual acts. She was now proficient at deep throat, which was something she hadn't even performed with her husband. Candy became addicted to orgasms so much, she'd become a dirty slut.
This boy was eighteen, and as randy as them all. Confronted with her bare ass, he was sure to take advantage.
'Err, that's good,' he weakly spoke. 'You'll be able to lean over the pool table really well.'
'OK! I can do that, if that's where you want me,' she enthused, and bent over the pool table.
'That's good,' he said, wondering what she was doing.
He wondered why she kept showing him her bare bottom. It was nice, and worth showing off, but it made him nervous.
She looked over her shoulder at him, with a sensuous look, though he didn't register it. He was too busy ogling her ass.
'Do you want me to drop my panties?' she eagerly asked.
Even Mickey caught on to what was meant. The hard-on in his trousers twitched, and grew another inch.
'Fuck!' he said. Not meaning to be rude, it just escaped.
'Mmm, yes, please! Candy loves fuck games. Like, Candy really loves to orgasm,' she quickly responded.
It sounded as though she was desperate when she spoke quickly, in case he changed his mind. She pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. She shuffled her feet apart, and looked over her shoulder.
'Come on, Mickey! Candy wants a scrummy orgasm,' she giggled.
