Chapter 1: Bimbofied into a Lesbian Slut

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“As you can see,” Carter said as he stood before the boardroom table beside a projection screen, his pointer following a line that grew in a steady pace to the right, “as we convert more of our lines to producing the Venus Serum, we will soon be outputting a thousand units a day by the end of the quarter.”

Carter was a tall man, broad-shouldered, wearing a lab coat that was open, showing off his muscular torso. He was a recipient of the newest formula I had worked out with my wife, a variant on the neutering chemical that made men into docile beta males. This one also made them muscular.

Alice enjoyed that.

My wife sat beside me, a hungry look in her eyes as she watched the presentation. Alice was a gorgeous redhead, busty and curvy, her body enhanced by the bimbo formula, what we now called the Venus Serum. Marketing showed that bimbo was not a favorable word among women. Of course, that was what the Venus Serum did.

It made women into the hottest, sexiest bimbos.

It was my life work, with the help of my wife. When things were desperate a month ago, when it looked like we were facing bankruptcy after both of us were fired from BT Chemicals, she had tested my compound on herself. The effects were instantaneous and transformative. My overweight wife slimmed down before my eyes, shedding pounds and gaining large, round breasts, curving hips, a great ass, and a perfect face. She transformed.

And became an airhead.

“The graph goes up,” giggled Veronica Beigh, technically the President of BT Chemicals. She had injected herself with the bimbo formula, and now she was convinced it was her duty as President to let me run the company.

Bimbos were easy to manipulate.

“Look, Frank,” she said, her naked tits bouncing as she sat in her executive chair. “It gets bigger and bigger. Like a cock.”

“Yep,” I nodded, enjoying the sight of her large, round breasts. She had been a bony woman before her change with almost no flesh on her. Now she was bountiful in all the right areas, her blue eyes warm and happy instead of cold and manipulative.

“Like your cock, CEO,” she giggled, her hand reaching out, caressing my dick through my pants. I hardened at her touch. I had incredible stamina thanks to a chemical my wife whipped up. “Ooh, you’re going up, too. Just like the presentation.”

“He is,” Alice said, a smile on her lips. She had taken an injection to give herself temporary intelligence. It wouldn’t last much longer, then she would be an airhead again. I liked her both ways.

And so did she.

Veronica slipped beneath the table as Carter’s words faltered. “Um,” he said as he heard the loud sound of my zipper rasping down. “Should I... ?”

“Yes,” Alice smiled, licking her lips. She did love hunky men. And I loved busty women. If I could enjoy my harem of sexy wives—Alice, Veronica, Janet, Becca, and Nicole—then she could enjoy her boy toys, like her secretary Carmanjelo, a hunky Black man, or Carter. “Keep presenting. I’m enjoying it.”

“So am I,” I groaned as Veronica’s eager mouth sucked on my cock. She noisily blew me, bobbing up and down, her mouth so warm. “So we’ll be distributing the serum when?”

“Just as soon as we have FDA approval we can start mass producing the serum,” Carter answered. “That can always take time. It might be a year or more.”

“What?” I groaned, my dick aching in Veronica’s mouth. She was good. It was so satisfying having the bitch who blew me addicted to my cock. “No, no, that’s no good.”

Carter shrugged. “Can’t be helped.”

“Maybe we need to speak with the head of the FDA,” Alice leaned closer, her breasts straining her green dress. She had quite the cleavage. “Reach out and encourage him to approve the drug. Show off its benefits.”

“That would be Kirby Steffan,” Carter said. “He’s the Executive Officer of the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition. They cover cosmetics for the FDA.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, the heat rising in my dick.

Alice gave a giggly, bubbly laugh as she nuzzled into me. “We’ll make sure he’s all nice and relaxed and oh, so happy, Frank.”

The intelligent serum was wearing off.

“I bet you will, Alice.”

“Me and Janet will take such good care of him.” She nodded her head. “He’ll give us apples!” “Approval.”

“You sure?” Alice blinked, her green eyes taking on that vacant look. “Because we need mass produce. Apples are produce.”

“Wrong produce,” I groaned. “Not vegetables and fruits. We have to make a lot of the bimbo serum. Give it to women.”

“So they’ll be as pretty as me?” Alice asked. “And feel all warm and bubbly and happy?”

“Yes,” I groaned, leaning back in my leather chair, Veronica’s tongue swirling about the tip of my cock.

“Oh, that’s so wonderful,” Alice gushed. She hugged me and peppered my face with kisses. “Oh, Frank, you are such an amazing husband. The absolute bestest. You just want to help all those poor women who used to be me like me. Yay!”

“Yep,” I groaned, my hand slipping down, squeezing her tit. “We’ll give them big cans and great asses.”

“Cans?” Alice frowned. “Why do they need cans?”

“Tits,” I panted. “Shit, Veronica, you are sucking my cock so hard.”

“She has to. That’s the president’s job. To pleasure the CEO. That’s me and you. She has to pleasure us. Ooh, and I need pleasure. My pussy is all wet and tingly and itchy. So itchy, Frank.”

“Um, should I go, sir?” Carter asked as my hand shoved down my wife’s top.

“Yes, yes,” I told him. “Invite the FDA guy to a party at my house. We’ll let my wives show him the joys of the bimbo treatment.”

“Yay!” clapped Alice. “Parties are so fun. I remember my last party. I got all naked and let the men play with my body. And I made them all so hard they hurt, so I had to cure them. I couldn’t let them suffer.”

“You couldn’t,” I panted, her breast was out, her fat, pink nipple so succulent.

I leaned over and sucked on it, making my wife squeal as my dick throbbed in Veronica’s mouth. The bimbo bobbed, taking more and more of my dick in hand. My balls tightened, the pressure growing as she swallowed the tip of my cock down her throat.

I groaned as Veronica hummed, pleasuring my cock. My hands pushed down my wife’s tight sheath dress, the fabric molding to her beautiful curves. She moaned in delight as I sucked and nibbled on her fat nub, loving it with my mouth.

“You are the bestest husband in the world.” Alice’s hands stroked through my hair. “Oh, yes. I love it. Suck on my nipple. You’re making me all wet and tingly in my pussy.” She giggled. “Pussy. Do they call it that because it feels so wonderful when someone pets it?”

I popped my mouth off her nipple. “Sure,” I groaned, my hand sliding down.

“You’re so smart. My husband is a smart sciency person!” Her thighs parted. I found her wet, shaved, and so hot. “Yes, yes, pet my pussycat. Stroke me. Oh, yes. Ooh, I want to purr. Oh, Frank, stroke me. Such the bestest. Isn’t he, Veronica?”

Veronica didn’t answer as she pressed her lips into the base of my cock, swallowing to massage my shaft. It was ecstasy buried in her throat.

“Veronica?” Alice moaned.

“She’s got her mouth on my dick, honey. She can’t talk.” I rubbed harder at her pussy. “Okay?”

“Right,” giggled Alice. “I forgot. Can’t talk while sucking cock.” She shuddered. “Oh, yes, and pet the inside of my pussycat. I like that, too.”

“Like this?” I asked, shoving two fingers into my wife’s wet depths.

The pleasure crossing her gorgeous face was priceless. She groaned and shuddered, bucking on her chair as my fingers worked in and out of her hot depths. Her pussy clenched about my digits, her silky flesh massaging them.

“Oh, yes, Frank, that’s soooo good. Pet the inside of my pussykitty. You’re making her purr. Oh, yes. You are the bestest pussy petter.”

“And you’re just so cute,” I told her, digging my fingers in deep, my dick aching in Veronica’s hungry mouth.

Alice kissed me hard, her breasts pressing into me, separated by my dress shirt. Her thighs clamped about my hand, locking my fingers in place as she kissed me so hard, her tongue dancing in my mouth.

I groaned, savoring the kiss and the blowjob. Veronica’s mouth bobbed faster and faster, slurping, sucking, driving me wild with pleasure. I groaned, my hips arching, my chair creaking as she brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“Frank!” Alice gasped, breaking our kiss, her back arching as my fingers pumped in her depths. “Yes, yes, the bestest pussy petter. Oh, keep petting my pussy. You’re gonna make me kablam!”

“Explode?”

“Yes, yes.” She nodded her head, her red hair dancing. “My pussykitty is so hot and wet and your fingers are so wonderful and...” A smile crossed her lips. “Frank, you’re the bestest!”

Her pussy spasmed about my fingers as her orgasm burst through her. She leaned back in her chair, her large tits dancing so invitingly as she heaved and thrashed, her thighs clamped tight on my hand while her hot juices flooded out.

The sight of her was enough. My balls clenched. I groaned and bucked up, my cock buried in Veronica’s throat. My cum spurted, shooting right down the woman’s gullet. I loved cumming in her mouth. She had been such a bitch before she injected herself with the bimbo serum.

And now she was my cock-hungry slut.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Is she making your cock kablam?” Alice moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “Is your yummy cum pumping into her stomach.”

“Flooding her,” I groaned.

Alice clapped her hands in girlish excitement. “Isn’t that just the bestest, Frank?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned as the final blast of cum spurted into Veronica’s mouth. “Cumming in your mouth or your pussy is even better.”

“Oh, I love it when you pet my pussy with your big cock.” She giggled. “It goes cock-a-doodle-do and erupts into my hungry pussykitty.”

“Yes, it does,” I groaned, still hard in Veronica’s mouth.

“And you’re still have a ‘rection,” Alice gasped as Veronica’s mouth popped off my dick. “Because I’m a super smart sciency person.”

“Yes, you are,” I told her stroking her face. Even as a bimbo, she could come up with new formulas, her intelligence just covered by the horny thoughts plaguing her. The intelligence serum banished those impulses, clearing her mind for about an hour.

As much as I loved bimbo-Alice, I loved talking to my wife when she wasn’t an airhead.

“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 American 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.