Neighbor Turned My Wife Bimbo

This is a short bimbofication story. More to follow depending on popularity.

Credit to kenjisato with editing help. The story would never make it to post with out your assistance.

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Sara and I have been married five years. We dated for a few years before that, but have known each other for years. We were casual friends in high school, and while in college, a relationship blossomed. Our lives were average and boring. She was that 'hometown' type of beautiful; she stands five foot five, with brunette hair and a small frame.

In the small town we came from, there wasn't anything adventurous going on. She worked as a receptionist at an accounting office. I worked doing simple audio/visual security alarm installs.

A year ago, I was given an opportunity to take a new job in a city on the other side of the country. Given the recent work shortage, I was reached out to by a company and they offered to pay for relocation plus almost double my salary. Sara and I decided that this would be a nice change for us.

We arrived and obviously didn't know anyone. I was busy training at my new job and she was looking for work. She had never not worked before, and this was waning on her. She had never finished college, and didn't have any real credentials; the struggle for Sara to find a job weighed a lot on her.

I don't remember when it really happened, but not soon after we were settled in, I met Rick, our neighbor. His house was around the corner in the more affluent part of the neighborhood. I went over to his place for drinks one day, and his wife, Tammi, was there. Tammi was a stunner. She was the perfect trophy wife. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with her. She was tall, blonde, and overly friendly. She was in workout clothes when I met her, but they weren't modest, by any means. The shorts let some of her ass show out the bottom. The top covered only her breasts, and did the best job it could, to keep her massive chest from swaying as she moved. Right away, she was pleasant and nice to me. Her casual touch with her hand on my arm shocked me, but Rick didn't seem to notice, or care if he did.

That night, I told Sara about our neighbors and that they wanted us to come over for drinks. She was more excited than I thought she would be. I guess because she had been alone a lot of the time when I was gone, that this was a welcome change. We planned to go over there that Saturday night.

Prior to our arrival, I talked with Sara about Tammi. I told her how she looked and how she was a bit 'naive', as I tried to put it nicely. She just laughed it off and assumed I was exaggerating. Rick answered the door and behind him was Tammi. Her little black dress was open in the front and plunging; half her breasts were exposed. Later that night while chatting with Rick alone, I would find out that Tammi was a 36EE. I couldn't believe it. They obviously weren't real, but they were glorious and I could see that both, Sara and I, were struggling not to look. We went inside and Rick gave us some wine. The three of us chatted for a bit, with Tammi off to the side of him a bit. She would occasionally giggle or say something sweet, but she was having a hard time keeping up with the three of us.

Rick gave us a tour of the house. Tammi was always there, just being totted along by Rick. We sat down in the living room and chatted more. Rick worked for a tech company and told me who I was working with was a good starting position in the area, and after some time, he might be able to get me into his company. He mentioned that he would also ask around about work for Sara.

We left after a few hours. Sara was very excited about the idea of Rick maybe finding her a job. She was less excited about Tammi. During the stroll through the neighborhood, she expressed her lack of enthusiasm for hanging out with Tammi. We both knew why.

A week later, I got a call from Rick. He found Sara a job working as a receptionist for this small, start-up company. She was excited and started right away. She was the only female working there, and the only receptionist. The situation wasn't perfect, but it was a job and she said everyone at work treated her nicely.

It had been about a month with Sara at her new job, and I was hanging out with Rick more, when that I learned of something that was a bit odd. I was over at Rick's one day, when he brought me into the garage. I knew he had been very good in the technology field, but I didn't really know what he did.

He told me that outside of his job, he had been working on a project and testing it on Tammi. I was skeptical at first. He told me that he could write code, and he had a chip implanted in Tammi that he could manipulate her. I obviously didn't believe him. He then took out a box, and started to pull some items out. One was a picture of him and Tammi from about five years ago. I was stunned, she looked a lot like Sara. Then he handed a document to me that I couldn't believe. Tammi had graduated from college with a degree in accounting.

Apparently, he had hit an end of the road with his programming on Tammi and had to find a new subject. He told me that no one else knew about this, it was just him and now also me. He wanted to try it on Sara. Right away, I was appalled. I told him he wasn't going to program my wife, and also that this was all crap, that he was crazy. That was when he called Tammi in.

She came in all bubbly and cheery. She was wearing workout clothes with heels. Big heels--the ones, strippers wear. He didn't even waste a second. He told her to stand and face the corner, she did. I stood next to him, watching. He asked me what I wanted her to do. I had no idea what to say. He then typed in a line of code and sent it. I watched as Tammi shivered in place for a moment then returned to her normal position. She turned and saw both of us. For no reason at all, she started to remove her clothes. She was completely naked in front of us.

She just smiled and apologized to us. Rick asked her why she apologized. She then told us that women should be naked in the presence of men, and men are the only ones allowed to be clothed. I was shocked. I still didn't believe him. He asked me to tell him something for her to do. I thought for a moment, then I whispered to him so she wouldn't hear. I told him to tell her to go get us beers and hold them for us as we enjoyed them. He typed away for a minute or so, then hit send. She did it again. She shivered then straightened up and right away, she left. About thirty seconds later, she returned with a beer and handed us each one. Rick took a swig, then held the beer out and she took it back from him. I did the same, and she repeated the action. He dismissed her from the garage, and she walked back inside.

He told me that she has no idea about anything, and she can't stop it. He had complete control over her. We talked about the chip, and he said he had developed a small, tube-like chip that he just shot in her, and it sends waves to her brain. He went through and showed me everything. I understood some, but not all of it. His level of coding was far superior to mine, the AV guy. I could tell he had been dying to tell someone about all of this. The information was just dumped on me like I had to take a test about it the next day; he went on and on for over an hour.

I figured he had suggested Sara because we were new to the area, and she didn't know many people. We talked about how far he would take it, and how I would have complete control over it, but I couldn't tell her. We must have talked for most of the afternoon about all of this.

I finally left and arrived home to Sara watching a movie and having a glass of wine. She looked so innocent, but I couldn't stop thinking about the control Rick had over Tammi. I watched her from the kitchen as she was engrossed in her show. I held my cell phone in my hand hovering over the send button for what seemed like an hour. Finally, I sent the text to Rick saying--lets try it.

About a week later, I convinced Sara to have a few more glasses of wine than usual. Usually a bottle or so, and she'll be passed out snoring on the couch. I had the shot hidden in the kitchen. She passed out on the couch right on cue. I shook her a few times and she didn't move at all. I hovered over her with the needle. I lined it up to where Rick told me to put it in her neck area. Slowly, I pushed the needle in. She never came to, and I never felt more awful and exhilarated at the same time.

The next morning, she was sleeping off the hangover when I went over to Rick's. I told him it was done and he started working on his computer. He asked me what I wanted to do first. I had no idea. I asked him what he did first to Tammi. He told me that no matter what, she was wearing or doing, he made her wear high heels around the house. He said she had no idea she was doing it. He would leave out pairs of five-inch heels and when she got home from work, a run, or whatever she was doing, she would change into them like it was normal. I told him that Sara didn't really wear high heels, but she had these ridiculous ones that she wore with a slutty-nurse costume she wore once in college, that I wouldn't let her throw out. We decided to try it.

We both walked back to my house and snuck in through the kitchen. She was still upstairs rolling around in bed; it was late morning on a Saturday. Rick said he needed to be in the vicinity of her, but I should go watch and text him if something happened. If it worked, he would quickly sneak out. I went upstairs and went into the bathroom. He did it, and she did the shiver thing. I texted him and told him what was going on. Sara straightened out then quickly got up. She heard me in the bathroom and asked if I was going to make breakfast. I told her I would. I watched her walk into the closet and I quickly went downstairs. Rick hurried out the side door and back to his house.

I couldn't believe it, as I heard the click, click, click of the shoes, as she walked down the stairs. I was making pancakes, as I saw her out of the corner of my eye walk into the kitchen. I didn't say anything about the heels. I just asked how she was feeling. She mumbled something about a hangover and strutted to the couch in the obnoxious heels.

I left the breakfast on the coffee table and told Sara I was going out. I went right to Rick's house. I told him about everything and he told me I better buy more heels. He asked what was going to be next, and again, I deferred to him. He told me to not rush it and he would work something in every week.

That next week, I couldn't believe it. Sara would put those heels on every day when she got home from work. One night after dinner, we went out for a walk. She wore them all of the time. They didn't make her feel more sexy, she just thought it was normal. Rick told me he would slowly work more sexual stuff into it.

That Saturday, Sara and I went to see Rick and Tammi. Rick and I went right to the garage and Tammi and Sara went out onto the patio to have some champagne. He told me that until a certain point, the programming had to stay in the house, nothing exposed in public like Tammi. I agreed.

He suggested that along with the heels, that Sara only be allowed to wear panties and a bra in the house. He said it didn't matter how revealing or trashy they were, whatever she found in the house, she would wear.

We had a long conversation about each other's house. He thought the more Sara was over here with Tammi the more she would become conditioned like her. It was hugely risky, but we both felt he had a good command of the coding. He changed the program to include the heels and clothing restrictions in his house, as well. He hit send on the code. Sara had worn one of those body-suit tops with jeans on over it. I wasn't even thinking about it when Rick sent the code in.

We waited about a half hour then walked upstairs to find the girls in the kitchen. The girls had raided Tammi's closet. I couldn't believe it. Sara had on a white, sheer bra. Both of us could make out her nipples. Her panties, when she turned around, was a white string high up her ass crack. Tammi had found something for her from her old stuff. Not to mention, a ridiculously-high pair of white heels. Tammi's bra wasn't really a bra. It was an under-cup-type thing, I guess. Half her nipple was sticking out, but neither of them thought anything of it. Her panties were similar to my wife's. Her heels, somehow, were taller, but she was probably used to that by now. We let the two of them prance around the house, drinking champagne as we schemed for what would be next.

The next week went by, but it was far from normal. With my wife prancing around the house in the new underwear and heels I bought her, I could hardly keep my hands off of her. We had more sex that week than probably in the past two years. I still couldn't believe she had no idea as to what was going on.

I was actually dreading going over to Rick's on Saturday. I didn't think I could do more to Sara. I didn't used to think about it, but part of me was drawn to the idea of someone like Tammi on my arm in public and in the bedroom. I asked Rick if this was a good week to try something with sex and he said yes. He told me to bring her by, and he would have something I would enjoy dialed up.

That morning, I suggested a walk to Sara. Of course, I took her past Rick's house and he was waiting outside. He waved to us and insisted we should come in. We did. It wasn't but five seconds in the house and Sara started to undress. She had on the appropriate underwear from our house. She saw a pair of Tammi's heels, thankfully, they were the same size. Sara still thought Tammi was dumb, but they were getting along more. The two of them headed out to the patio.

Rick told me he set everything up and he would just send the code. I was curious but trusted him. He had his laptop on the kitchen counter and hit send. We waited a few minutes then walked outside.

Tammi and Sara were both leaning against the outside bar in their underwear. It probably wasn't much for Tammi to talk her into a glass of wine, but something else did surprise me. I watched as Tammi exhaled from her cigarette. It almost seemed as if she was moaning as the smoke left her mouth and went up into the air. What was a shock, was the way the cigarette dangled from... Sara's fingers--she never smoked! She, too, was moaning with each touch of the cigarette to her lips, and the smoke leaving her mouth. I was about to say something, when Rick quickly pulled me inside.

He told me he programmed her to get aroused when something touched her mouth. I told him about her never smoking, and he said that when Tammi starts to smoke, she usually has to come inside and give him a blowjob to release the tension she has built up from the oral sensation. He told me the longer and more frequent something touched their mouths, the hornier they would get. He told me that they both would probably come inside and want to blow us.

Just a few minutes later, Sara and Tammi came in. Tammi just grabbed Rick's hand and took him upstairs. Sara paused in front of me, and told me we needed to hurry home. I obliged knowing what was about to happen. She quickly put her clothes and shoes back on and she practically ran home. I couldn't even close the door before she started to undo my pants. She leaned over for a little bit and started to suck me. I told her we should go to the couch.

To my amazement, her mouth didn't come off of me as we walked over to the couch. I had to help guide her, then I sat down. She knelt next to me and leaned over. She had never given me a blowjob like this before. Her mouth moved with pace and determination. She moaned louder than when we had sex. I was about to warn her, but I couldn't hold back--I started to climax. To my surprise, as I did--she did as well. There wasn't anything in contact with her vagina, yet she was climaxing louder than ever. She flopped off of me and onto the couch. She was confused, but so exhausted that she just laid there.

The next week was out of control. Sara would brush her teeth and get horny and give me a blowjob. A couple times, she insisted I meet her for lunch and she left work and would take care of me in the car. I was nervous that this was getting out of hand, but she didn't seem to know or care. I was also worried that she might give into her urges with another person. Rick assured me that wouldn't happen unless I allowed it.

The next Saturday, instead of going to Rick's we went out to brunch. Tammi had on this tight, floral dress. Her breasts were practically falling out of it. I was shocked at Sara though. She also wore a tight-style, floral dress. She was trying to keep pace with her new friend, even though nothing was programmed into her. Rick and I left them for a bit while they had some drinks. He asked me if I wanted to try out Tammi--I was stunned. I knew this meant he wanted to try out Sara. I never thought about sharing my wife, but the situation had obviously changed. I asked him if he had a code for his suggestion--of course, he did. I mostly wanted to say no, but I was worried what Rick might do, plus the thought of some time with Tammi and her amazing body was appealing. I agreed to Rick's proposal. We went back to the girls and told them we were going to pay and head out. We paid and walked outside to see them both exhaling off their cigarettes.

Sara had this look that she was about to do it right there in front of everyone. Rick, somehow, got them to swap seats and Sara was in the back with him and Tammi in the front with me as I drove. I could see the frustration in Sara's face as I was driving. I looked back through the mirror and she was just antsy and fidgeting. Rick had his laptop and said he had to do a quick thing for work. I knew what that meant. Seconds later, I felt Tammi's hands on my pants. She had my cock out in seconds and her face down on me even faster. There was a short hesitation from Sara, as I looked back through the mirror. She didn't say anything to me. I had to go since the light had turned green. I stopped at a stop sign a few seconds later and looked back to see her bobbing up and down on Rick. I sped up to get us home.

I stopped at Rick's and pulled into his garage. He got out of the car and I looked back to Sara. She was already out and was already meeting him at the door with her hand on his cock. I rolled down the window a bit but it was too late. They were inside and the door closed. I looked down and Tammi hadn't stopped sucking me at all. I slowly backed out and pulled around the block. We parked in our garage and I got out.

I took her inside and right away she squatted down. I forgot about Sara pretty quickly. Tammi made all of my cock disappear in her mouth. She bobbed up and down with such a furious manner, I thought I would pass out. What came next was something I wasn't expecting. She stood up, took my cock in her hand, and walked me to the couch. She pulled her dress off and was completely naked. 'Fuck me,' were the next words out of her mouth. I didn't know it, but Rick had programmed her to climax even harder from being fucked then a blowjob. It made sense, but she was over the top. She pulled my cock up to her as she knelt. I was behind her and I just went inside of her. She moaned so loudly, so quickly, I could barely control myself. My hands were on her sides, but I knew I could do what I wanted to her. I grabbed some of long, luscious blonde hair and yanked her head back. She moaned even louder, as I pounded into her. I didn't last long. It was too intense and she was too amazing looking. I was shocked though, that just as I climaxed, she did as well. Rick must have programmed that into her. I pulled out of her and she was soaked. She rolled onto her back and her massive breasts just stuck up to the sky.