Transformations Were Bimbo Ch 06 07

Comments are welcome as always! This is the conclusion of Curse of the Were-Bimbo, thanks for reading!

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Chad and Amy rode in silence in the backseat as Gwen drove back along the dark road.

Gwen had stripped Lulu naked in the parking lot and dumped her torn cocktail dress in the trash before they left.

Now the skinny girl lay curled in a ball in the front passenger seat. Her head was on Gwen's lap.

The top of Gwen's dress was open, her big breasts free. She had removed the nipple clamp from her right breast, and Lulu was contentedly nursing while Gwen drove.

Chad watched from the backseat, wondering what the witch was doing to the girl between the breast milk and whatever telepathy she was broadcasting into the woman's brain.

Whatever it was, Lulu was rubbing herself furiously, orgasming every few minutes with squirms and giggles.

Amy was curled into a ball herself. She was on the opposite side of the backseat from Chad with her face turned toward the window. Her breath fogged the glass.

As soon as they left the bar, she had taken on her 'normal' form. The bright red hair and G cup breasts were now Amy red and C cups, her buttocks slim. The latex outfit Gwen had given her had its own magic: it had shrunk down to conform to her thinner shape.

Chad felt numb.

He hadn't thought himself capable of dominating her the way he had in the bar. He was simultaneously ashamed and excited.

He had treated his wife like a cheap slut and she had loved it. Amy had begged for more. More degradation, more firmness from his hand. She had even sucked his cock after he pulled it from her well fucked ass and swallowed his cum with a smile.

Now, she trembled and shook in the car - her outfit not made for a cool night.

Chad sighed. He should leave. As soon as they got back to the farm, he should tell her goodbye and simply walk away. This wasn't his Amy. This was some hybrid of Amy and Amy Lynn - a self-loathing slut.

She had fucked Eddie with abandon -

cuckold

. That's what Chad was now. Even after he fucked her brains out, Chad was still a cuckold.

He needed to leave. Maybe he could tell Gwen to pull over and let him walk. Just walk away and not look back.

Instead, he reached over and took Amy's hand.

She jumped and looked at him, her cold hand trembling. She looked in his eyes and sobbed.

"Come here," he whispered.

She turned and made herself small in his arms, shivering and crying. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I know." He rocked her gently as she cried.

"I can't help it. I know it's wrong, Chad. I just can't stop," she whispered.

He glared in the rearview mirror at Gwen. She smiled back at him.

"I know you can't. Gwen and I had a long talk about what they did to you." He could kill the smiling witch in the rearview mirror.

"I know you could. I don't blame you," Gwen said gently.

He shivered. Having her in his head was terrifying. He looked at Amy instead.

She looked up at him as she cried. "You... You should leave me, Chad. I can't stop even if I wanted to."

"And, you don't want to, do you?"

Her lip trembled as she looked away. "Don't hate me, Chad. Please don't."

He turned her to face him and brushed her hair away from her wet eyes. "I don't. I did for awhile. But, I don't now."

She laid her head on his chest.

"Do you

want

me to leave?" He asked.

Amy sat up. "You... no... you need to, Chad. I can't be your wife any more. God, why would you want me?"

"But, you don't want me to leave?"

"I... Chad... I don't know. I'm so confused."

Chad sighed and said what he knew he was going to say from the beginning. "I'll stay with you. I'll help you be... this. I can do what that scumbag does. You don't need him."

She blinked. "Eddie? Oh, Chad, no. You're nothing like him. You couldn't..."

"Sell you? Haggle with johns on a price to fuck you?" He sighed. "If that's what it takes to stay with you, I would do that."

Amy shook her head. "You couldn't do that. You love me, Chad. How could you do that? I know you better..."

"Obviously, you don't. I promised to be with you till death do us part. Good times and bad... Jesus... this is definitely the bad, Amy. If you tell me you want me to stay? I'll stay."

"You liked it too, didn't you?" She looked away. "Fucking me. Like an animal? Using me. You liked it. Tell me."

"Yes. I loved fucking you in front of all those people."

She looked at him, half-astonished.

"Part of it was angry fucking. I was so pissed at you. But... there is no one I can imagine spending my life with other than you, Amy."

"Oh, Chad!" She went around his neck and held on tight.

"Hang on. I'm not done."

Amy sat back with a worried look.

"If I stay? He goes. Eddie Delacroix gets the fuck out of our lives."

Amy looked into the rearview toward Gwen.

"Don't look at her," Chad said. "She already said if you choose me, Eddie can leave."

"I have to choose?" Amy whispered.

"Yeah, you do."

***

"Stop the fucking car!" Eddie said. They were a few miles ahead of Chad and Amy.

Lorraine pulled off the road and onto an old dirt lane.

The tires scrunched across the gravel and Eddie flung the Tesla's door open. He jumped out and stalked away from the car.

"Goddamn it!" He screamed into the night.

Lorraine opened her door and got out slowly.

Eddie paced back and forth along the dark roadside.

"Might help to talk about it," Lorraine said as she leaned against the sleek nose of the car.

"No, it sure as fuck won't." Eddie said. He stared into the darkness, hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

"Try me. I'm pretty good."

"What the fuck do I care, Lorraine?! Why do I care? So, that stuck up bitch chose her husband over me? So fucking what? I can fuck anybody I want. Fuck that, I can be a goddamned porn star with this cock. I don't need that goddamned Wendy Whitebread in my life."

"No, you don't," Lorraine said with a smile.

"Goddamned right I don't." He hung his head. "I got options now. I can be somebody. I can be anybody I want."

"Who do you want to be, Eddie?"

"I sure don't want to be her fucking boyfriend."

"Of course not, that would be pathetic."

He turned and looked at her.

"And, you're not pathetic. Not Eddie Delacroix. He's tough. He can't get his heart broken," Lorraine said with the same pleasant smile.

"No. I can't get my heart broken."

"I mean, why would you? Every time you open up to someone, let someone in? They just disappoint you. They leave, don't they, Eddie?"

He stared at her in the moonlight.

"Every time you fall in love? They leave. That happens enough times in your life and you shut that part of yourself off. Nobody can hurt Eddie Delacroix, can they? Not any more. Eddie the hustler. Eddie the schemer."

He looked at the ground.

Lorraine walked to him. "Only... you did let her in. Let her get close. You love her, Eddie."

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I can't compete with..."

"Someone good? Someone decent. You envy him, don't you?"

"Fuck no."

"Lie to me if you want, that doesn't matter, Eddie. But, do you really want to con yourself?"

He turned around. "Goddamn it."

She rubbed his shoulders.

"She made me want to be a better person, Lorraine. She made me want to be a man. First time in my life, I thought, you know fucked up as this is? I thought, maybe..."

"She would love you."

He sighed. "Doesn't matter any more."

Lorraine hugged him. "Oh, sweetie, it matters." She held him in the moonlight. "Don't give up. I'm rooting for you."

***

Gwen carried the delirious Lulu through the front door. She was moaning and writhing in Gwen's arms.

"Shh, sleep now," Gwen whispered.

Lulu went limp in her arms and Gwen carried her to the stairs.

"What are you going to do to her?" Chad asked.

"Follow me and I'll show you," Gwen said as she carried her downstairs.

Amy leaned against Chad as they followed.

Chad looked up.

Eddie was on the stairs to the second floor looking down at them.

They locked eyes for a moment.

Amy looked up. "No. Please don't. Don't hurt him, Chad."

"Stay away from us, Delacroix. Stay far away," Chad said.

Amy tugged Chad toward the basement stairs.

Eddie turned and went back to the second floor.

"You need to tell him," Chad said as they went downstairs to the basement.

Amy swallowed hard. "I... When I decide. I'll say something then."

Chad touched her arm. "Hey, hold up.

When you decide

?! You mean you haven't?"

She pulled away. "No. But, I will. Soon. Tomorrow."

She preceded him down the stairs.

He stared at her open mouthed for a moment and then followed.

Gwen had laid Lulu on an operating table and the robot arms descended from the ceiling.

She caressed the naked girl's face. "SlutzNet? Medical diagnostics on subject Lulu."

"Scanning," the voice called from the ceiling.

Instruments buzzed around the girl on their robotic arms. Syringes slid into her skin, drawing blood while other devices probed her mouth, her pussy, her anus.

All the while, the girl slept motionless. The only movement the steady rise and fall of her thin ribcage.

"Subject Lulu. Weight: 95 pounds. Height: 5'3". Measurements: 30A-17-27. Age: 23. Heart defects. Lungs operating at 75% due to smoking and vaping. Evidence of heavy drug use: crack cocaine, methamphetamine, heroin, cannabis. Liver damage from excessive drinking. Chlamydia and Gonorrhea in secondary stages. Herpes, HPV, and early stages of HIV. Computed IQ: 101."

Gwen looked away and wiped away a tear. "You wanted to know what horrible things I was doing to her in the car, Chad? I was erasing 23 years of torturous memories that plagued her every time she tried to close her eyes. I spent the entire trip trying to undo the mental damage of a drug addicted mother dropping her off to live with a whore of an aunt who wasn't a monster but sure as hell wasn't a mother replacement either."

Chad shook his head. "What are you going to do with her?"

Gwen laughed. "Oh, make her into something the Church needs - something immoral and sick." She stroked the girl's hair. "And, while I'm turning her from a whore into a... whore, I'm going to fix her heart, her lungs, her liver. I'm going to cure her drug and alcohol addiction. I'm going to cure the diseases that riddle her tiny body and transform her into a living, breathing sex goddess with an innocent, sweet personality and a cotton candy brain and, God willing, she will never know another instant of unhappiness as long as she lives."

"Doesn't change what you did to us, Gwen. Doesn't make up for it," Chad spat.

Amy squeezed his hand.

"No, it doesn't. What I do for her is a mercy, and what we did to you is a curse. I know that, Chad. I can tell you I'm sorry, but honestly? The hell that is coming, Chad? You have no idea what is on its way. There will come a day when you will know this curse saved you both."

***

The sun rose, but Gwen did not stir from her bed. She slept spooned between Alex behind her and Lita in front.

She smiled feeling Alex's lips on her neck. "Hold me. Please?" She whispered.

Alex pulled her close and Lita stirred a little, snuggling back against Gwen.

"Talk to me," Alex whispered.

"It's getting harder. Doing this. I see Chad and Amy and I just don't know, Alex."

"They were a mistake. You're trying to fix it."

"Maybe I should have just blasted their personalities away? They're in so much pain."

"Life is pain, Gwen."

"But, it doesn't have to be, not with us. We can undo pain. That girl last night? I fixed her, Alex."

He smiled at her and kissed her neck. "Yes, you did. But, Chad and Amy, they don't want you to take away their pain, babe. They want you to let them decide what to do, and you're doing that."

Gwen laughed. "With a heaping helping of cruelty along the way. Alex, I got off making Chad watch while Eddie fucked Amy. I felt his heart break, and I didn't care."

"Yes, you did care. You care right now. You wanted him to understand what Amy had become."

"Oh, he understands it now. God, they both hate me. All three of them after I brought Chad back into the picture."

"It's done. It's in her hands now. She'll decide and life will go on."

"I... I might fix whoever gets left behind, Alex. I don't want them going off alone. That's the right thing to do, isn't it?"

Alex smiled. "You don't need my input on that. I would never second guess my beautiful, genius, goddess of a wife."

He nuzzled her neck and she laughed.

"Me neither," Lita said sleepily. "Can we fuck? I'm horny." She turned around and kissed Gwen, her tongue snaking into the witch's mouth.

"I'm a little horny myself," Alex laughed. He pressed his huge cock against Gwen's pussy from behind.

She moaned into Lita's mouth as he surged into her moist depths.

Lita pulled back from the kiss and smiled. "Finally. You two talk way too much." She winked and spun around on the bed.

An instant later she was tonguing Gwen's pierced clit while Alex fucked her.

"Oh, yes!" Gwen moaned.

Lita swung her crotch around, putting her pussy inches from Gwen's face. Lita took a long manicured nail and pointed insistently at her wet, pink pussy.

Gwen laughed and pulled the girl's hips forward, tasting the musky deliciousness of her wife's cunt while her husband fucked her cares away.

***

Amy left Chad asleep in the big four post bed. He had held her all night, and for that little while she felt 'normal'.

She stood naked in front of the full length mirror. She blinked and her eyes went electric blue. Cupping her breasts, she felt them grow. She watched as her hips widened and her waist narrowed.

Her hair went bright red in the morning sunlight.

She reached down and caressed her clit ring.

Not normal. Not anymore.

Fuck normal. She smiled. She needed to fuck.

She looked at Chad, sleeping on his back. The sheets tented over his morning wood. She wanted nothing more than to slide under those sheets and fuck.

Instead, she pulled on a silk robe she had found in the dresser. It barely contained her supernatural curves.

She went into the hallway and paused outside the master bedroom door.

The sounds of lovemaking drifted to her ears.

She smiled, thinking of Gwen and Alex and their wife. Was Lorraine in there as well? Maybe... her hand hesitated over the door handle.

She sighed and turned away.

No. She needed a clear head. There were things to decide.

She went downstairs and turned left.

The smell of coffee made her smile.

Eddie was standing at the kitchen sink, a cup of coffee in his hand.

Amy startled him.

"Oh... I didn't think anybody else was up." He pointed at the coffeemaker. "I made a pot. Not much good at it, tastes a little like battery acid."

"I'm sure it's fine." She poured a cup and added cream and sugar.

Eddie laughed. "Want some coffee with that cream?"

"Mmm, I love it creamy," she said and licked her lips.

Eddie turned away quickly.

Jesus

, Amy thought.

I can't turn it off even when I try

. "Sorry. It's like the words just come out that way now. I can't help it."

"You don't have to apologize. Especially to me, Amy. You never have to apologize to me." He poured the remains of his coffee in the sink and rinsed the cup. "So, you and Boy Scout? Guess you two are back together?"

"'Boy Scout' has a name, it's Chad."

"Sorry, see you ain't the only one who can't control what they say."

"No," Amy said.

"No what?"

"Chad and I are not back together," she said as she drank her coffee.

"Oh... I thought..." His eyes sparkled in the morning sun.

And, that look made Amy smile a little inside. "I have to decide between the two of you."

"Oh... okay." He took a step toward her.

She held up her hand. "We can talk, but nothing else. This is the biggest decision of my life, and I am going to make it with my head, not my pussy. God knows she's turned into a very demanding bitch, but she's going to have to take a time out."

"Umm... I understand that. I do." He seemed to be searching for words. And, then he just blurted it out. "I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. Took me a while to understand that..."

"Eddie..."

"No, please let me say this, 'cause I don't think I'll be able to say it again. You... you make me want to be better than I am, Amy. Only person who ever made me want that. You're contagious, you know? It's like you have a light inside you - and, it warms everything you are around. I thank you for that, Amy. No matter what you decide, you made me better." He sighed and then laughed. "God, I sound..." He paused and Amy could see his eyes beginning to shine.

"Pathetic?" She asked with a smile.

He laughed. "Yeah. Definitely pathetic."

"No, you're not, Eddie. You are not pathetic. I think you're pretty amazing. And, I love you too."

He looked at her for a moment and then smiled.

She finished her coffee and handed her mug to him. "I have a lot to think about."

She turned and left the kitchen.

***

The girl in the basement's name was Luscious Lulu.

She knew that because, in the mirror, it was tattooed across her back in gothic letters, but if she concentrated real hard? The letters would fade away, leaving her skin clear and tanned.

She was still Lulu. She knew everything Lulu knew, remembered everyone Lulu remembered. Her mom had been an addict and had abandoned her. That had been painful before, but now a voice whispered in her head and said, "Sometimes people are sick, and they have to go out of our lives. Remember you love them, but know their journey is not your own."

Lulu had a Barbie Doll when she was a girl. It was the only thing she brought with her to Aunt Jane's. That doll was pretty and completely, anatomically impossible.

Only now? So was Lulu.

She was standing in electric pink high heels that looked like ballerina shoes in the front but were seven inch heels in the back. She was walking on her toes, but it totes didn't hurt at all and she was really, really graceful in them!

Her tanned, long legs just went up and up for miles, and her tush was firm and tight and round. Her tummy was flat and her waist was teensy, even teensier than when she had been skinny Lulu.

And, her titties were e-normous! She turned left and right looking at herself in the mirror. They were super sensitive and a little leaky.

"Let me help you, sweetie," Gwen said. She held up these bubble gum pink plastic stars with clamps on them.

"Where do those go?" Lulu asked. Her new voice was so syrupy and sweet, it was like she was made out of spun sugar!

Gwen gently clipped them to Lulu's big nipples. The girl giggled, but the leaking stopped. "You have to be careful with your milk, it's called Ambrosia, and it will make people go insane with lust."

"I know, Gwen. I paid real good attention to the video you had me watch."

"Oh, such a good girl." She ran her fingers through Lulu's long, thick honey blonde hair. "So pretty."

Lulu beamed, perfect white teeth in a dazzling smile behind plump, perfect lips. Her big blue eyes sparkled.

"Okay, honey, tell me: what do you say if somebody wants to give you drugs?"

"Yuck! I don't use drugs. They make you stupid! Why would I need drugs?"

"Good girl. Pretty and smart."

"Are you my fairy godmother?"

Gwen teared up. "You know? Maybe I am."

"I knew it!"

Gwen stroked the girl's arm. "Lulu? Are you happy?"

She giggled. "Of course! I'm totes happy, Gwen!"

Gwen touched her face. "Who are you?"

"Luscious Lulu. Whore Caste. Designation: Street Whore. I'm bisexual, very oral, and I love kinky, kinky sex. I can be a submissive..." Her voice dropped an octave and took on a smoky, sultry tone. "Or, I can be a dominant and make you scream." She blinked and her voice returned to bubblegum sweetness. "I'm skilled in most sexual activities..."