Chapter 4: Cuckolding the Asshole

Frank

Waking up with a woman's mouth on my cock was amazing. The warm, wet sucking pulled me out of my sleep. It was a joy I was experienced because of my beauty transformation serum. Any woman injected gets the busty, sexy, curvy body of a supermodel no matter how fat, dumpy, or unattractive she might be.

It also made them into complete bimbos.

The women injected were such airheads, I was able to convince my now bimbo wife that it was okay if I sleep with other bimbofied women. A simple lie that my cum was necessary for maintaining their beauty, and Alice was all for it. In fact, she encouraged it.

Alice had been a big woman before her transformation. I still loved her, but the smart, frumpy scientist I married had been replaced by the busty, sexy, airhead goddess sucking on my cock, eager for her daily treatment of my cum.

"Mmm, that's nice, Alice," I groaned, my hips shuddering.

"Hmm?" a sleepy woman's voice muttered. Large breasts pressed into my side. A woman snuggled up to me. "What's nice, Frank?"

My eyes opened. Alice was snuggled up to my side, her curly, red hair spilling across my chest. The covers moved as the head on my cock bobbed up and down, shooting pleasure down to my balls while a warm tongue swirled around the tip of my dick.

"Then who..." It took me a moment to remember Becca.

I ripped the covers off to reveal Becca's blonde hair spilling about my stomach. The eighteen-year-old former chubby virgin turned into a sex goddess, sucked my cock. Her blue eyes stared up at me while her heavy tits rubbed on my thighs.

"No fair, I want cum, too," Alice pouted as Becca sucked harder.

"It's part of her employment contract, honey," I reminded Alice.

"Right," Alice giggled. "You have to let her suck your cock once a day for her medicine."

"Yep," I nodded, groaning as Alice snuggled against me, her lips nibbling at my ear.

"Mmm, you're such a generous employer. I'm glad you hired Becca. She's so much fun."

"Yes," I groaned, my hips rising, pushing my cock deeper into Becca's mouth.

She was our secretary. Right now, that entailed cooking, cleaning, and letting my wife and I fuck her whenever we wanted. Becca was enthusiastic, wanting her daily payment of cum, a simple lie on my part that her "medicine" was her payment.

Very enthusiastic. Her mouth bobbed on my cock, her tongue swirling about the tip while she sucked.

"That's it, honey," I groaned. "Suck harder and you'll get all your medicine."

"Yes," moaned Alice, her pussy humping against my side. "You need it, Becca. Hot, salty medicine. Cum medicine." She giggled again. "Cum. It's such a funny word. It sounds like come. Cum here. So dirty."

I groaned in agreement as my wife humped against my side. Her pussy was hot and bare, the bimbo process removing a woman's body hair. She nibbled harder on my ear as she moaned in delight, the bed creaking as she humped against me.

"Mmm, I'm going to cum on you," giggled Alice. "Cum, cum, cum. My new favorite word. It's so simple. Only two letters."

"Three," I groaned, my balls boiling, my cum eager to poor into Becca's sucking mouth.

"Right, three," laughed Alice. "Silly me."

"Becca," I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Are you going to cum in her mouth?" Alice moaned, humping harder. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.

"Yes."

My balls boiled and my cum flooded Becca's hungry mouth. The blonde bimbo drank down all my jizz. Her cheeks hollowed and a shudder ran through her body. She eagerly swallowed every last drop before releasing my cock.

"Mmm, my turn for cum," moaned Alice.

"You should take it vaginally," I groaned. My dick was still hard. Alice, despite being a bimbo, had managed to whip up a concoction that gave me a lot of stamina.

It was a good thing. Bimbos were so horny.

"Vag ... vag ... vajunalie?" giggled Alice. "You mean, in my cunt? That's a better word. Pussy or cunt. Not so many letters to speak."

"Yes, in your cunt."

"Ooh, I wish I had taken mine in the cunt," groaned Becca as she licked her lips. "You're so lucky, Miss Alice."

"So lucky," groaned Alice as she climbed across my body. She straddled me reverse cowgirl style. Her ass, still red from her spanking last night, wiggled at me.

It was a gorgeous ass.

I spanked her.

"Oh, no, was I bad again?" Alice gasped, throwing a look over her shoulder. "I don't remember being bad. Did I let a man fuck me and forget about it?"

I grinned at her. "Just reminding you who that ass belongs to."

"You," groaned Alice as she sank her hot, tight pussy on my cock.

I groaned as inch by inch her pussy sank down on my cock. A hot shudder ran through my body as she embraced me. Her pussy was so tight. She slowly rose up my shaft, her bubbly ass jiggling before she sank back down again.

"Do you own my ass, too, Mr. Frank?" asked Becca, biting her lower lip.

"No, silly," giggled Alice, pulling Becca to her. "He just rents your ass. You're his employee, not his wife. He can only have one of those."

"Oh," pouted Becca. "I would love to be his wife."

My dick throbbed in Alice's pussy.

"Sorry. That's how law-thingies work," groaned Alice, her pussy clamping down on my cock. "But you can be his employee forever."

"Yes," squealed Becca, hugging my wife.

"I love your nipples on mine," my wife giggled, riding me faster. "They're so hard."

"Yes," moaned Becca.

Their lips met in a hot kiss. Becca and my wife undulated together as Alice rode my cock. I gripped my wife's hips, savoring their moans. Becca's blonde hair spilled across my wife's fiery curls as their kiss grew louder and wetter.

"That's it," I panted. "Kiss her. It's important for your employer-employee relationship. Grab Alice's ass, Becca. And Alice, finger her pussy."

Both bimbos moaned into each other's mouths as they kissed. Their tongues danced together. Becca's hand slipped around Alice's waist and squeezed her red ass. Alice squealed into their kiss, her pussy clamping down wonderfully hard on my dick.

"That's it," I gasped. "Work those hips, Alice. I'll give you so much medicine."

"Yes," moaned Alice, her hips rising faster.

"Oh, Miss Alice, oh, yes, keep rubbing my clit. Mmm, that's so good. Keep it up. Oh, yes. Oh, wow."

Becca's shuddering face leaned on Alice's shoulder as my wife fingered her. I savored the young woman's passion rippling across her face. My dick ached in my wife's tight, silky grip. Her pussy squeezed my dick as she rode me.

Every time Alice slammed down on my dick, her butt-cheeks rippled before me. I licked my lips, loving the hot sight. My hips bucked up, meeting her as my passions groaned. The bed creaked, joining our moans and gasps.

"Oh, yes, Frank," Alice gasped. "Oh, yes. You feel so good in my hot pussy. Mmm, cum in me. Cum, cum, cum. I love it! I need it!"

"Yes, cum in her!" groaned Becca, her face contorting.

Becca gasped as she came on my wife's fingers. Alice purred in delight as she held the spasming girl. My wife slammed down my cock. Her pussy clenched, and then spasmed about my dick. Alice screamed out the word, "Cum!" as her pussy milked me.

"That's it," I groaned. "You're such a slut, Alice. My hot, slutty, bimbo wife."

My dick erupted as my wife looked back at me. As my pleasure boiled out of me, I saw my old wife's face superimposed over her new one, her cheeks and jowls plumper, her hair shorter, and glasses on her face. She had been smart.

So smart.

"Damn," I groaned as I flopped back on the bed.

The last two days had been such a wonderful, amazing experience. But did my wife really deserve to be an empty headed woman? We used to talk the night away on theories. Now we just fucked. And that was amazing, but ... maybe there should be more between us.

"Oh, Frank, what a great cum. And yous hot so much medicine into me vajunalie."

"Vaginally," I absently said.

"Right," Alice giggled.

"Alice, do you ... miss being smart?"

"I love being hot," Alice giggled as she fell back on me, squirming her ass as my cock popped out of her pussy. Becca's mouth instantly latched on, sucking my dick clean of my wife's pussy.

"But ... if you could be smart, would you want to be?"

"Nope," she said. "I'm a bimbo. I love it. It's wonderful."

But was that my wife really talking. An idea popped into my head. What if I used perchlorate-4-hydrazine-benzoate...

It might counteract the bimbo part of the solution.

"I need to do some work in the lab," I said. "Gerard is sending over the videos today. Becca, I want you to shop around porn sites and try and sell yours and Janet's video when they arrive. They should be on a DVD. But not Alice's modeling video. That's all mine."

"Yes, Mr. Frank." Becca paused. "Umm, how do I do that? It sounds hard."

"I think you have to yahoo it," Alice said. "If we type it in the searchy thing, yahoo will tell us everything. It's way smarter than us."

"You're so wise, Miss Alice," Becca giggled. "How do you do it?"

Alice shrugged.

"So, how do we yahoo it?" Becca frowned.

"It's like google," I groaned.

Alice

"This site says they'll pay $300," Becca said. "Wow, that's so much money. I mean ... that's more than..." The blonde frowned, her fingers ticking down as she slowly counted. "$100."

I nodded my head. We sat on the couch before the TV, both wearing short, silk robes, mine a soft rose and Becca's a pastel blue. "That is a lot. What's the site called?"

"Ex-Girlfriend Revenge." Becca frowned, leaning forward. Her blonde hair slipped off her shoulders. "This site doesn't sound that great."

"It doesn't." I frowned at the website. "Look at all the pictures of girls. Some of them have ... cum on them."

"Disgusting," shuddered Becca. "Why would they let a man cum on them? It's such a waste of medicine."

"Because they're bad. They all need to be spanked."

"I don't think this is the right site."

I read the small words beneath the application to submit a video. There were so many big words and lawyer talk. My eyes watered. "No. We need a site for naughty wives to post videos. Not ex-girlfriend. Janet isn't an ex-girlfriend. She's a wife. Like me."

Janet was my bestest friend in the world. I gave her the bimbo serum yesterday, and now she was beautiful and pretty and busty and wonderful. We even licked each other's pussies. That was how wonderful we both had become.

I loved the bimbo serum Frank invented.

"What about me?" pouted Becca. "I'm not an ex-girlfriend or a naughty wife."

"You're an employee," I said. "That's like a wife. A temporary wife, because Frank can only have one wife. Right?"

"I think so. That would be ... pol ... pol ... polgummy. And polgummy is bad."

"Polgummy," I giggled. "Yep, polgummy is bad. Real gummies are delicious."

"We should get gummy bears!" squealed Becca.

I almost agreed. "No. We must find a hot wife site to buy yours and Janet's video. Our company needs money."

Becca agreed. "As employee-wife, I need to do my best."

I hugged her and kissed her cheek. She was a great employee-wife. It was a shame polgummy was illegal.

Becca carefully typed each key at once. "Hot wife video website."

Links popped up. We clicked on the first one. Amateur Hot Wives Gone Wild. There were plenty of pics of busty women, each looking so wild as they writhed with younger man. Studs. I wanted to cavort with them. I squeezed my thighs together as my pussy itched hot.

I always had a hot itch now. Being beautiful had such a high price to pay. Now I wanted to be a naughty wife all the time.

"Look!" squealed Becca. "Submit a video."

She clicked the link. We read through the page. "We're looking for the hottest, naughties, wildest wives and MILFs to show on our website. Cheating wives, cuckolding, interracial, or even with your hubby. If you got a hot ass and great tits, send us your video. We pay $500."

"Wow, $500. I didn't know there was that much money," gasped Becca.

The smart, sciency part of Alice buried deep inside knew different. "This is the site. We have to let Frank know."

"Yes," Becca giggled. Then her face fell. "But he's down in the sciency place. I'm not allowed down there. Frank's rules."

"Well, I am a super-smart, sciency person," I declared, standing up, my breasts jiggling in my robe. "I'll tell him the super-duper news!"

Becca clapped in delight. "So many people are going to see me modeling. She grabbed the remote and hit play. The videos, burned onto a DVD by the wonderful Gerard, had arrived in the mail today and we popped them in. Thanks to Gerard, a world-class photographer, Becca, Janet, and I had been turned into models.

Janet's video came on. Becca shuddered and shoved her hands beneath her robe to rub at her pussy as she watched my bestest friend model. Janet was so beautiful. Her tits bounced as Gerard excited her with his cock, making sure she was flushed and excited for her shoot.

My pussy clenched, remembering how much fun, and how naughty I was, for modeling. Frank had to spank me for it.

"Yes, yes! Oh, I love it! Keep exciting me!" moaned Janet from the speakers.

"I bet your husband doesn't fuck you this hard," gasped Gerard.

"He doesn't! Oh, keep fucking me! I want to cum! I want to be the bestest model!"

I smiled at my friend. I wanted to join Becca and play with my pussy, but Frank had to know my good news. I gave a happy giggle, and sauntered off. My hips rolled as I walked, a natural sway I had gained with my new, curvy body.

I never wanted to go back to my dumpy figure. Being beautiful was super-duper awesome.

The sciency place was in the basement. I threw open the door and skipped down the stairs, my large breasts bouncing beneath my robe. I reached the bottom and came across Frank working in the lab. He had a pink solution before him, and he carefully added a drop of a blue one. The chemical flashed to red.

"I have super-duper, awesome news, honey!"

"What?" Frank asked, staring at the solution.

"We found a website that will pay so much money for the videos. $500. Can you believe it?"

"Damn," Frank groaned. "I can't wait for a million horny men to jerk off to Janet. Her husband's such an asshole."

I nodded my head in agreement. I didn't like Ryan, but Janet loved him. I frowned at the solution. "Is that per ... per ... perchoren hydrangea benzene?" I asked, stumbling on the hard words supplied by my super-smart sciency brain.

"Perchlorate-4-hydrazine-benzoate?" Frank asked.

I nodded.

"Yes." He filled a syringe with the solution. He stared at it, then at me, his forehead furrowed. He was a handsome, sexy nerd. He always had a runner's build and kept himself lean and in good shape. I tried before the injection to be hot for him, but I never could shed the weight.

I was glad I was now.

Perchlorate-4-hydrazine-benzoate could be used to counteract the phosphate-3-fluoride-2-benzoid bonding with the tissue of the brain, whispered my sciency part. My heart beat faster. "A-are you trying to make me not a bimbo?"

"Temporarily," Frank answered.

"Because the ... hydrangea will break down quickly?" I frowned. "But ... don't you like the new me."

"It won't make you any less beautiful," Frank quickly added. "It's just ... you're so different."

"Don't you like the new, super-duper hot me?" I moved to him, opening up my robe and exposing my perfect, heaving tits.

"Oh, I love the new you," Frank groaned. "I just thought, maybe, you might like to not be ... an airhead."

"What's wrong with that?" I asked. "I don't have to think. It's so wonderful. I can just be beautiful."

"I just—"

The door bell rang. Frank groaned.

"Who is it?" I gasped. "A package?" I licked my lips, remembering the special package the Black UPS man brought last time. So salty and creamy.

Frank set the syringe down. "We'll talk about making you smart later. Let's answer the door before Becca does something stupid."

I giggled. "She can only do stupid things. She's a bimbo. That's what's so fun about it!"

Frank rolled his eyes and grinned. I was glad he wasn't being serious and talking about intelligence. Who needed it. I was plenty sciency smart without intelligence. So what if I couldn't say those hard words. They had so many letters. Why did words need that many?

I followed Frank up the stairs, bouncing with excitement. "Did you order anything?"

"Do you want to be naughty?" Frank asked.

"I like being naughty. Then you get to spank me."

Frank chuckled. "Did you want me to spank you before you became a bimbo?"

"I don't know. I really ... don't think I thought about sex much. Maybe. It's all ... marshmallowy."

This time, Frank snorted. "Not foggy?"

"Nope. Creamy, delicious, marshmallowy cream dribbled on my thoughts, smothering everything that's not important."

"Mr. Frank, Janet and her husband are here," Becca reported as we walked into the living room. The DVD was paused and the TV screen went black. I wonder why?

Frank chuckled. "I bet he wants to thank me." He paused. "Just remember, Ryan's an asshole. And asshole's are bad."

I nodded in complete agreement.

"An asshole's cum will reverse your bimboification."

"What about Janet?" I gasped. "Oh, no, she planned on teasing her husband and having sexy times with him."

"She's his wife. She's immune." Frank paused, a grin crossing his lips. "But, I'll have to give her an exam. Just to make sure. You and Becca will have to sit with him and talk to him."

"Oh, we can do that," Becca giggled.

"And remember, medical procedures are strictly confidential. Janet will be so embarrassed if her husband finds out about the treatments."

"You're right. I'm so glad you remember all these rules, Frank." I gave my husband a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.