Bimbofied Delight (Naughty Bimbo Formula 1): (A Bimbo, Hot Wife, Harem, Body Modification Erotica) Read online

  “Your cock needs to feed my pussy, state!” she said.

  “Stat,” I told her, and she frowned at me in confusion. I laughed. “Hop on, honey.”

  “The bestest husband!” she proclaimed.

  * * *

  Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

  My pussykitty was so hungry to gobble up Frank's big, thick cock. I would make him crow so loudly inside of me and fill me up with all the wonderful, yummy, delicious cum. My pussy clenched, the heat always burning between my thighs.

  It was the price of being so hot. And I was hot. The most beautifulest woman in the world. Frank said so. And he was a super smart sciency person who knew everything.

  And I loved him so much. He let me play with my boy toys and gobble their cocks, too. And we invented thingies together. Super smart thingies. We were a super smart sciency team.

  I grasped his cock, loving how thick it felt in my hand, wet like my pussy but from Veronica's saliva. Our president-wife knelt on the floor, a big grin on her face. She had ate her vitamins for the day. They came only from Frank's cock, and all his wives had to drink them once a day whether orally or anally or pussyly.

  I liked pussyly.

  “Oh, Frank, the bestest cock,” I moaned as I sank my wet pussy down his dick, gobbling up every inch of his shaft.

  It felt so wonderful in me like creamy chocolate pudding and ice cream and licorice all rolled into one amazing sensation radiating out of my pussykitty. She gobbled my husband's cock as I slid back up, my body shuddering in delight.

  And then something even more wonderful happened. Veronica nuzzled at my butt-cheeks. I gasped in delight as her tongue licked and nuzzled at my butt-hole, swirling around it, licking it like the best pudding in the world.

  “Chocolate pudding,” I giggled.

  “What?” Frank groaned as he squeezed my breasts.

  “Oh, this is as wonderful as chocolate pudding. Like having my cake and kneading it, too.”

  “Eating,” Frank groaned, his wonderful hands on my breasts, squeezing and making my nipples tingle so awesomely.

  “No, no, I knead my cake all over my body and then you get to lick it clean,” I moaned, smacking my lips.

  “I would love to lick cake off your body.”

  I squealed in delight, my pussy eating his cock faster and faster, savoring his girth. He reached so deep into me. “That's why you're the bestest, most wonderfulest husband with the bestest, biggest cock in the whole White world.”

  “Wide,” he groaned. “Not white.”

  “No, no, White,” I giggled. “Black guys have bigger cocks. But not by much.”

  Frank laughed, and then he sucked on my nipple, chewing and nibbling on it like it were a piece of delicious cake. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on him as I bounced faster and faster while Veronica's wicked tongue licked and swirled at my asshole.

  Her hands gripped my butt-cheeks, fingernails sharp points that drove me to ride my husband's cock faster and faster. My eyes fluttered as I ground and bounced on him, my clit grinding into his pubic bone as I savored every wonderful inch of his cock. He was big, almost as big as a Black guy.

  And he was my husband. I loved him so much. And that made it even better.

  “Yes, yes, I love my sweet and yummy husband,” I purred as he sucked on my nipple, my asshole clenching on Veronica's tongue. “Oh, yes, Frank. Give me all your yummy cream. My pussy needs to eat it. Every yummy drop.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Frank groaned. “Just hungry for my cum.”

  “So hungry.” My pussy clenched, the wonderful, fluttery, cotton candy delight churning in my depths, ready to spread through my body and smother me with its pleasure. Veronica's tongue licked and probed, driving me wild. “Give me your cream, Frank. Pretty please with sugar on top. I need it. My pussy is so hungry. She's a starving kitty.”

  “I'll give you so much cream,” he groaned, his handsome face twisting with pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned bouncing so hard, my clit pressing into his groin, wonderful gumdrop pleasure shooting through me. “Oh, that's it. I love it. Frank!”

  I came.

  Wonderful, delicious, yummy pleasure rippled through me. The sticky cotton candy flowed through every part of my body. It reached my brain, smothering me in rapture. My head threw back, my pussy writhing and milking his cock, desperate for his cream. I needed it in me, spurting, filling me.

  His hands squeezed harder on my breasts. My asshole clenched on Veronica's tongue probing at my asshole. I squealed and shuddered in delight, more and more cotton candy rapture smothering my mind.

  “Cream! Please, please. Pretty please, Frank! I need it. Your cream is the bestest! Feed my pussy!”

  “Yes,” he snarled. His hand seized my hips and slammed me all the way down his cock.

  I savored him buried to the hilt in me, reaching so deep. My back arched, pressing my pillowy mounds against him. My nipples throbbed as his hips bucked up. And then the first wonderful pulse of his cum.

  His cream flooded my hungry pussy. Blast after blast. Sooooo much cream just for me.

  Another spasm shuddered through my pussy. I wiggled, savoring Veronica's probing tongue swirling through my asshole, stirring up hot pleasure, while the ecstasy spilled through me again. So good. So wonderful.

  “Love you,” I panted, hugging my husband to my breasts. He groaned as his cum spurted a final time into me, holding me was we shared our wonderful delight. “Oh, I need that. Mmm, your creamy vitamins are in me.”

  “Uh-huh,” he groaned. “Love you, Alice. You're the best woman in the world.”

  “Bestest,” I corrected with a giggle. “A super smart sciency man should know his grammar.”

  Frank laughed, looking up from my tits. His hands moved, seizing my red hair and pulling me down to his lips for a wonderful kiss. I savored it as my pussy luxuriated in his cream. It was so hot and yummy in me.

  * * *

  Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

  I was the last to arrive, sweeping into the boardroom of my company, my back straight, my heels clicking on the floor. I wore a stylish, burnt-umber business skirt and matching blazer, a salmon, silk blouse beneath. Out of all the executives for my company, I was the only one who cared about her appearance.

  The other women were frumpy or overweight or so skinny they were bony. But they were still all women. The only Fortune 500 company with an entirely all-female board. No token promotions to appease feminist activist, but women who had worked with me from the beginning to build Femme Allure into one of the top makeup companies on the market. We made products for women by women, as it said in all our adds.

  And it was about to be undone.

  “What has your panties in a wad?” the bony Annalee Burrell demanded as she turned in her chair, her pinched face glaring at me. She was my Vice President of Research, the woman who should have discovered this amazing breakthrough before BT Chemicals had. It would be revolutionary in the world of cosmetics. And it would drive us out of business and set back women's liberation a thousand years all in one fell swoop.

  Which is why I had to control it.

  “Annalee, I know we have been friends since college,” I told her, fighting the urge to clench my fists—it would ruin my nails, and I just had them done. “But if you speak to me again like that, you will regret it.”

  “Going to finally muscle me out?” Annalee asked. “Or do you forget how much of a stake I own in the company?”

  “I've forgotten nothing,” I said, my smile cold. I patted my pocket instead, feeling what my spy had procured.

  “What is this meeting about, Ms. Savage?” Patricia Pitts, my frumpy Vice President of Communications, asked. She was a redhead with sallow skin and a toad's face. At least she remembered that I was the president and founder of the company and paid me respect.

  My Chief Financial Officer, Jayde Kellogg, nodded her head, her triple chins wobbling. The African America
n woman was the largest person in the office, sitting in her own specially designed chair to accept her wide girth. “It has me intrigued.”

  The other members of the board nodded their heads, murmuring their desire to learn, trusting my judgment. The judgment that had built this company.

  “This,” I said as I sat down. There was a control panel built into the table at the head for me to manipulate the AV system. I dimmed the lights and set the projector playing the presentation my executive assistant, Melissa, had prepared. She was a feisty redhead, passionate about her job and keeping me happy.

  Very passionate.

  The projector popped out of the ceiling, lowered down by hydraulics while the screen unfurled at the far end. Chairs swiveled to watched as the video played. It showed an overweight woman with red hair cut short, glasses perched on her face. She wore a lab coat that did little to hide how plump she was, her body shaped like a pear.

  “Are there any sensations you feel?” a man asked, voice a little stressed. Presumably, he held the smart phone recording this video.

  “Sensations,” the woman giggled again. “What a funny word. Sensation. What is a sen and why would it need to be sationed?”

  I paused the video. “This is Alice Jackman you're watching.”

  “The new Chief Research Scientist at BT Chemical?” frowned Jayde, her triple chins waggling. “I've seen her once. She is not a woman this overweight. How old is this?”

  “Not very old,” I answered. “The man recording her is her husband, Frank, the new CEO. The compound she injected herself before the video started is the reason we're here.”

  “Compound?” Annalee asked. “What does it do?”

  “Changes the world,” I answered.

  Annalee rolled her eyes, ungrateful bitch. I hit play.

  “What?” Frank gasped off screen. “Are you okay, pumpkin?”

  “Pumpkin! Yes!” exclaimed Alice. “That's a word I love. I'm your cute, beautiful pumpkin.”

  “The compound seems to be having some effect on her cognitive process,” Frank reported.

  “What's with the big words? I don't know that one. Cog..cogti...cogtive?”

  “You're not thinking straight.”

  Jayde snorted, “I'll say.”

  “How do you think straight?” Alice's face scrunched in thought. “I'm trying to think straight, but my thoughts seem to be scattered around.” She fanned herself. “Boy, it is hot in here. Are you hot?”

  “No,” answered Frank.

  A large smile crossed Alice's lips. “Are you sure? Because you look smokin' hot. Mmm, I love your tight body.” She shrugged out of her lab coat, standing in a loose, flowery dress. It was ugly, something found at JC Penny or Sears. She began undoing the buttons.

  “What are you doing, pumpkin?” asked Frank.

  “What are you showing us, Magnolia?” Annalee asked, refusing to address me properly.

  “Watch,” I said.

  “I told you, I feel hot,” Alice giggled on the screen, the changes starting to transform her body. “It's too hot for clothing. Maybe you should strip, too. I love looking at your naked body.”

  “Alice. I think we need to take you to the hospital.” Frank sounded concern, the camera shaking.

  “Why, silly?” Alice giggled as her dress fell off, her hands reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. “I'm hot, not dying!” They weren't a great pair of tits. Small despite her portly frame. I liked big, round breasts. “You're hot, I'm hot!” Alice pinched a nipple. “Look at how hot I am, Frank.”

  “Another side-effect seems to be a rampant libido,” Frank reported, his voice lower.

  “Okay, we don't need to see this,” objected Patricia as Alice wiggled out of her panties, shaking her big ass at the camera.

  “Watch her carefully,” I said as Alice smacked her ass.

  “I'm so hot!” Alice moaned. “Don't you just want me, Frank?”

  “Does her voice sound higher-pitched and more girlish?” Jayde asked.

  “Oh, look at her rear,” Patricia said. “It's shrinking.”

  I grinned as every woman in the boardroom stared in stunned silence at Alice as her ass, indeed, shrank along with her waist. She grew slimmer, her ass growing bubbly, perky, her fat thighs now sleek. She turned around, her small breasts ballooning into a large, wonderful pair of bouncing tits. I squirmed, my pussy growing wetter. And despite their size, they were as perky as an eighteen-year-old's. A vapid smile was on Alice's face as the fat melted away, her cheekbones softening, her lips growing lush.

  “She's beautiful,” Annalee breathed, her jaw dropping.

  Alice let out a giggle and clapped her hands as she hopped on her feet. “Look at my tits bounce. Ooh, they're so big and round. Just the way you want them, Frank.”

  “Yeah,” Frank said, his voice hoarse with shock.

  “Yippee, your injection thingie worked.”

  “The compound.”

  “Yes, that's the word.” Alice giggled again. “I should know that. The phoswhatsit-benzien worked! I'm so happy! And sexy.”

  “But...It's made you so...”

  “Hot?” Alice purred.

  “It did,” whispered Patricia while Frank said, “Stupid.”

  Alice giggled loudly. “Like I'm a sexy bimbo.” Her hand slid down her flat belly, scratching at her bare pussy. “And I'm still so hot. Right here.” She pushed a pair of fingers inside her pussy. Oh, I wanted to see that cunt in real life. “Oh, Frank, this is...amazing!”

  “Yeah,” he croaked.

  “You made me beautiful!” Alice squealed again and rushed at him. “I love you so much! Let me show you how much I love you.”

  The video ended.

  “What did we just watch?” a stunned Jayde asked, her chins wobbling. “That couldn't have happened.”

  “It did,” I told her. “This is what Frank invented that let him take over BT Chemicals. His bimbo serum. Look at his wife. She was a scientist who became as dumb as a brick house. One injection, and your simultaneously the most beautiful woman in the world and a complete airhead.

  “And BT Chemical is bringing it to market.”

  “This can't be real,” Annalee said, her eyes wide. “I mean, this defies physics. Where does all her mass go?”

  “Into her boobs,” laughed Jayde. “Did you see the size of them. They had to be my size.”

  “Oh, it is very real,” I told Annalee. “I've seen Veronica Beigh, and that bony woman is now a bimbo bombshell like Alice. It's how Frank got the company. She became his bimbo bitch and signed it over to him for a pittance.”

  “You make it sound like he's made her his woman or something,” laughed Patricia, incredulity flashing across her toad face. “Like he has a harem of bimbos.”

  “Oh, he does. At least four other women beside his wife have been seen with him. All incredibly beautiful. All transformed by the serum.”

  “Preposterous,” Annalee said, turning her head away. “Whoever sold you this information was lying. I hope you didn't pay much for it.”

  “Oh, I paid a lot,” I purred. “They proved it to me to my satisfaction.”

  “Then you are an idiot, Magnolia,” Annalee said, her face twisting. “If you think that is anything more than science fiction, you are more of a moron than I thought.”

  The room went silent. The other women all looked down at their hands or shifted in their feet. But not Annalee. She looked at me. She was always too stupid to realize when to shut her mouth. And I was tired of kowtowing to her just because of the amount of stock she owned in my company.

  I stood up, my hand slipping into my pocket. It was in there, the sides smooth, plastic, ready to be used. I walked to her. She stood up to match me, her chair rolling back. Her pinched face glared at me, her cheekbones so sharp she could probably cut me with them.

  “If you think this fairy tale will save our company from the losses we project for next quarter, you are mistaken, Magnolia.”

  “Ms. Savage,” I
corrected her, drawing it out of my pocket.

  “I founded this company with you,” she told me. “I'm not going to be your ass-kissing lackey. I have a stake in this—”

  I stabbed the syringe into her thigh, the only place with any flesh on her. I depressed the plunger, the bright-green liquid flooding through her veins. She took a step back, her eyes wide, glaring down at the needle.

  “What the fuck?” she gasped. “What did you just... ? Just...?” She blinked. “Um...” Then she giggled.

  “As you can see, ladies,” I said, pointing at Annalee as she fanned her face, the anger melting away, “the bimbo serum takes affect pretty fast.”

  “You injected me with...with...? Bimbo...” She giggled. “Bimbo. What a funny word. Bimbo.” She pulled on her collar. “Oh, it is hot in here. Anyone else hot?”

  “You...injected her?” Patricia asked, her jaw dropping.

  “A demonstration was in order,” I purred, my pussy clenching as Annalee shrugged out of her blazer and began unbuttoning the cream-yellow blouse she wore beneath. “To show you just how dangerous this chemical is in the hands of the wrong company.”

  In a man's hands.

  “It is just so hot,” Annalee said, shrugging out of her blouse. “Ooh, that bimbo thingie you interjected me with is making me feel hot.”

  “I injected you.”

  She shook her head. “No, no, you interjected me. That's how you say the word. Remember, I'm the smarty one. I have a degree in chemory.”

  “Chemistry?” I suggested.

  She tapped her head. “Chemory. Got to use your memory for all those chemicals. I'm a super smarty chemorist.” She giggled again and unfastened her bra.

  The changes worked on her body as she shrugged out of her bra, her shriveled A cups swelling, growing into lush, round, pillowy breasts. I groaned as I watched them swell fuller, rounder, so perky and soft, thrusting from her chest and bouncing as she wiggled out of her skirt.

  “Look, boobies,” Annalee said, turning to the other woman and bouncing. “I have big boobies now.”

  Her face had flesh on it now, no longer pinched, but lush, lips plump. Blemishes on her skin—moles, scars, discolored patches of flesh, winkles—all vanished. She had the skin of an eighteen year old, along with her ass. She bounced her breasts more. They were so lovely and delicious.