Bimbo Dust-New Batch Chapter 3.
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Isobel was getting ready for clubbing at the private club in Cove Bay, combing her greyish hair, pulled into a long, braided ponytail, and fixing her makeup; which consisted of black eyeliner, showing off her eyes, with red-rouge lipstick. A black corset dress with nylon stockings and suspenders, topped off with thigh-high leather boots, completed her look.
Richie was in the bathroom with Candace Owens, naked on all fours, as his hard shaft was deep inside her doggy style; making her feel every single thrust harder. And each time, her now-engorged, football-sized breasts swung perfectly under her.
She was a willing, totally pliant bimbo under the influence of the Bimbo Dust. Ritchie could do anything he wanted to her. And she would not say anything about it, being a good little Bimbo. "Richie, yah are God, totally take me, make me feel, like, yur shaft, uh, deep absolutely kinda inside me."
Speaking like the total Bimbo fuck-toy she was, he felt her clenching down tight on his shaft deep inside her, feeling how moist and warm she was for his hard shaft. She moaned loudly like a horny Bimbo she was now.
He drove his shaft deeper, 'til he exploded deep inside her womb, which triggered a massive orgasm surging through her body, her breasts jiggled, her eyes rolled back, as she wiggled and let out a loud cry, "Mmm, ME totally got, like, Ritchie'z cumz really, uh, inside me, yum."
Cum leaked out of her creampied pussy, dripping full of Ritchie stringy white gooey sperm, out of her moist orifice, it ran down her inner thighs. Putting her hands, smeared with his cum, to her lips, she lapped them up like a real cum-slut.
Sister Abigail was playing dress-up in a latex nun outfit, sucking on her silver crucifix-like cock, licking and drooling excessively on it, like she was a total Bimbo. " So, fuck, like, my penguin cunt, sooo make me cum for my God, Ritchie." Ritchie was thinking about the party tonight; hopefully, his plan would work.
As she stuck her sliver crucifix in her squirting pussy, "Mm, dat'z it, cum ya uh, dumb nun make, like, me cum!" she screamed out loudly, as her pussy clenched down tight on her crucifix, making her squirt like a waterfall. Which drenched everything around her, in her sweet-smelling pussy, marking her territory like a dog bitch on heat. She, still in her latex nun outfit, which was so tight, showing off her ample curves for her lover and her God, Ritchie.
Ritchie had planted some of the Bimbo Dust in the air filter of the private club earlier, to go off about a an hour after everyone would have arrived at the club; it would be full of his football teammates, their mothers and sisters. It was nearly time to put the plan into action, to see them in incestuous carnage; half the women in Cove Bay would be airhead bimbos in the morning...
The party was going full swing. Ritchie and Isobel had left Candy Owens, so as to not draw attention to himself when he entered the hall, with globe lights changing colors on the dance floor. Isobel did not speak. The others just thought she had some surgery done.
All his teammates mothers were there as chaperones, just as he had planned. Tommy was there with his stepmum, Nettie Callen. She was in a red miniskirt and black halter-neck top, scowling at the rest of the mothers looking down at them; drinking vodka and Red Bull.
Kevin MacVickers was there with his mother, Carol, who was slightly overweight and had large bosoms, which made her body very curvaceous. She had always been a MILF in Ritchie's eyes. In her black dress and nylon stockings, her long gray hair covering her shoulder and down her back to her amazing butt, she was really showing her figure off nicely.
Eddie 'Bangs' Duckworth was there with his mum. Ritchie noticed it was the stuck-up woman from the church last week; her stern face watching everything over her glasses, hanging off the tip of her nose. She sat with a gin and tonic, wearing a bow in her bleached-blonde hair.
Sitting in a corner, were two new nuns because it was a church dance, fundraising money for the football club; talking small talk with the rest of the soccer mums.
Dominique Elwes' son was Todd, the tall, skinny, shaved-head teammate, who looked like a thug, but was thick as mince and twice as daft. Dominique was about-five-feet tall and very easy to confuse, but had an amazing, slim figure in a red dress, with long, nylon-stocking-clad legs and red high heels on. Long, flowing, silky magenta hair softly bounced, as she walked through the dance floor, revealing her lustful curves.
Then, finally, little James. He was smallest, but the oldest, of the football teammates, with his mum, Hettie MacCloud. Sitting in the corner, she was not even five-feet tall, and looked like an actress straight out of a porn movie, with long pink hair, covering down to her shoulders. Her blistering beauty was hard not to notice. With her golden-tanned complexion, her green eyes glinting under her long eyelashes, her pout lip sucking on a straw, drinking a tall vodka. She was talking to the two new nuns from the Church of the Fallen Saints.
"So what happened to sister Abigail?" Hettie asked the sisters, dressed in their perfectly starched wimple and veils and white, tunic-vest top with their legs crossed, showing their nylon-stockinged legs and simple black shoes.
"She was taken away on urgent church matters, and Father O'Hara told us that he had to be careful not to tell anyone about it," Sister Tabitha said, softly whispering to her. "The Father does not seem like himself lately, being confused and very forgetful," she continued.
"That's enough. Sister Abigail has left. That's all Mrs. MacCloud needs to know," Sister Constance interrupted, with a stern-looking face.
Then Ritchie pulled out his phone, and hit a small button on the bottom of the screen. The music stopped, and a strange whizzing was coming from behind the air vents, as a misty fog seemed to envelope everything. Ritchie pulled on a face mask, as he did not want to inhale the Bimbo Dust himself.
As the mist hit the people, they all started to change-- their minds went blank, and their eyes went white, staring into space like they were being rewritten. The women's breasts started to grow, and burst through their dresses. It affected the two nuns from the Church of Fallen Saints the worst.
Still wearing their outfits, their engorged, football-sized breasts were suddenly on display, as they had exploded through their white tunic vests. Ripping their dresses off, and just leaving their suspenders and their white panties on, which were moist and wet.
Like animals, they attacked Hettie MacCloud; they had her laying on a table, ripping her clothes off, with her son just watching, like he was in a trance. Sister Constance was sucking on her pert, tanned breasts, slurping on her long, dusty-pink areolas and puffy nipples. Sister Tabitha was between Hettie's legs, slowly licking her now-naked pussy, teasing her camel-toe folds, sliding her long, pink tongue along her labia, lapping away like animalistic animal. Everyone had fallen under the influence of the Bimbo Dust.
