Jen had no interest in coming down from the fluffy pink clouds her head was in, having at some point blacked out from the number of orgasms her body had forced to undergo. There wasn't a single inch of her that hadn't been filled with the kind of ecstatic heights only a bimbo could experience, leaving her a drooling mess in more ways than one. Whatever part of her that should have been concerned by the extra curves and constant barrage of pleasure the dress cocooning her budding bimbo bod was drowned out and buried by the waves of climaxes, and almost nothing was left behind.
She giggled as she felt consciousness returning, the act of making the sound as natural to her body as breathing, with her brain filling with a simple horny need for fulfillment and attention. Jen moaned, squeezing her thighs around a solid mount between her legs and slowly humping the cushioned top.. And feeling restraints on her legs keeping her from rising higher. Blinking awake, something beyond thoughts of sex stirred as Jen tried to focus on her surroundings.
It was fairly easy considering her location meant her mind didn't have to stray too far from thoughts of sex as she took in where she was; the room looking less like a part of a department store and more like a boudoir, dim despite the many pink neon lights around the ceiling, and filled to the brim with all kinds of sex toys and devices. Dildos and plugs of various sizes, rope and swing displays, and even a few beds which with the way her mind was waking up Jen was thinking she might get herself comfy on and take some of those deliciously large toys for a spin.
Her current predicament though wasn't one she could complain about though. Even if she couldn't seem to get off whatever she was strapped to, the angle of the machine was perfect for her to grind her horny cunny into until she got off and that seemed far more important to her limited awareness than anything else.
"Well, well. Look who woke up just in time to try out one of my favorite toys."
Jen stretched and popped her shoulders, the motion another excuse to put pressure on her clit but also her muscles were sore and abused. It was an odd feeling for someone who was so used to super durability and it triggered some brain cells to wake back up and try to pay attention. Her lips seemed numb and full on her face as a bimbo pout was clearly in view at the bottom of her vision, less distracting than the pumped up balloons attached to her chest. Jen looked on stupidly at mountains of flesh that were clearly attached to her as she moved them back and forth, the tight red bandage dress keeping them pushed up and contained as arousal combated with renewed suspicion.
Lucy giggled nearby as she continued to fix the unresisting heroine to the wooden horse she was mounted on, hiding an edge of nervousness behind the action. "You'll love it! Just like having big sexy titties it'll let you experience the best thing about being a bimbo just like you wanted!"
Just like I wanted?
Jen's mind was still feeling sluggish but the tightening restraints were pushing her pussy onto the cushion and no amount of hip movement was able to get her fully off it. It helped her titties were sexy as she licked her numb lips, groaning when Lucy pulled particularly tightly and Jen mashed her clit into the toy. Her sexed up brain watched those bimbo boobs jiggle in front of her, causing her to giggle as Jen felt lightheaded. Lucy was right about one thing at least: she loved having big sexy titties.
Bigger is better.
"Miss Lucy.... why am I here?" Jen blinked, realizing she wasn't alone in being strapped down to the device. The other bimbo was the sexy Asian who had given her the dress, still dressed in her pink latex bodysuit, the zipper pulled all the way down so her soaked sex was mounted on the ridge Jen could feel nudging its way between her own labia. A fact that meant for a moment she forgot what she was doing as she slowly rocked her hips to stimulate herself.
"You're here Ling because I told you to be here... And because you're responsible for this mess that I have to fix. Don't worry, you'll love it."
"Okay but do I have to be strapped down? I can't really get out of-"
"Yes. Now shut up."
The other woman obediently clammed up, Jen surprised by how rude Miss Lucy was being but her fuck-focused brain was discovering Ling was just within lean in distance if they both bent forward to rub their massively inflated beach bosoms together if they wanted to. Jen licked her lips at the thought, like all her inhibitions and concerns had been melted into pink sugary fluff, any difficulties or worries in her mind less important when there was such a sexy bimbo in front of her.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll be like totes fun!" Jen giggled as she leaned forward, begging Ling to join her as the other bimbo realized the same thing, making Jen moan as her hard nipples found Ling's as they dragged across each other. "Plus you're like... super sexy.
Mmm
we should fuck."
"Really? But you're like... super famous and I just can't seem to get anything right! I had to take a job here after my engi... engineer? I used to make things but I'm just so horny all the time-"
"
Oh my god!
Me too! Or like I wasn't... but I was, being surrounded by a bunch of hot girls like you and the rest, having your eyes on me as I showed off was just-" Jen moaned in bliss at the memory, the events different and even more arousing through the pink lens of her new view. What mattered is how hot it had been, how hot it was to put her body up against another sexy woman now and she just loved women so much she needed-
Jen stopped for a moment, blinking at the sudden awareness. It wasn't like her body wasn't also eager for a cock and the mental image of washboard abs and men hooking their hands through their waistbands so she could see those perfectly chiseled hip clefts was still doing it for her as she grinded her hips. Now that she was a bimbo though, her brain was too fogged up and horny to let her think much less overthink as she ogled the latex-clad Asian's big tits.
Women are so fucking sexy.
No worries cluttered up the idea, all those little unconscious hang ups instilled into her by a hyper-religious and outdated parental upbringing didn't get her orgasms and didn't have a place in her pink fluffy climax-focused bimbo brain. She giggled to herself as the realization crystallized inside her mind.
It wasn't just the hot bimbo slut in front of her complaining about the straps keeping her from getting closer to Jen either, as she tried thinking of other sexy women to put her up against. Luckily she worked with exclusively sexy women and it wasn't hard now to see that truth. Flamera was obviously sexy, the NuGen gene only perfecting someone who had to have been blisteringly hot even before it activated, which is why she's won World's Sexiest Superheroine two years in a row. Psychometra probably wouldn't like to think of herself as cute-sexy by someone but Jen could easily fantasize about her petite frame and Chloe... A part of her had always thought it was a shame her leggy friend didn't do more to show off and what made her happy and if Jen could have something to do with that.
Chloe definitely deserves the sexiest-
That train of thought was interrupted by the machine turning on between her legs, the sudden and almost violent vibration of the ridge immediately turning her legs to jelly as she came. Ling reacted in a similar way, lurching forward against her restraints as she tried to push her tits into Jen's.
