Chapter 8: Bimbo Wife DPed

Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

The fume hood roared as I worked with the chemicals in it. I had an idea for how to make the intelligence serum last longer than an hour. It required just the right combination and percentage of chemicals so the solution didn’t burst into a toxic cloud. Hence, the fume hood.

I sat on my stool in my private lab in the bowels of BT Chemicals. It was wonderful to have my own lab to do my research. I squirmed on my stool, my busty body jiggling beneath my lab coat, my naked tits swaying against my arms as they worked. The air sucked past me and into the fume hood, an-oven like piece of equipment with a strong fan at the top and an opening, like a narrow, oven door, along the bottom for my hands to stick through. There was a small place to work beneath the fan, including a built in hot plate.

“Okay, let’s see if solution 23 is the one,” I said.

“Yes, Dr. Alice,” the hunky baritone of my boytoy, Carmanjelo, said. I shivered. He sounded so strong. He stood nearby, wearing his own white lab coat and nothing else, his yummy, ebony body on display. He was all muscles and hard cock.

Such a hard cock. It thrust from him. He was modified with the same chemical as Frank, letting Carmanjelo have all the stamina he needed, but I added the beta-male compound so he was submissive, doing whatever I said.

That big, thick, ebony dick made me so wet. I clenched my pussy. I was a bimbo and even with the intelligence serum giving me my normal faculties, my body was aching to fuck. That yummy itch pervaded every inch of me, my cunt always wet, eager to fuck the biggest cocks I could.

And none were bigger than Carmanjelo’s monster. I loved Frank’s dick, and it was a respectable size, but there was something special about a big, Black cock fucking into my pussy, a strong, ebony body pressed against my busty, ivory flesh. It was so naughty, so wonderfully wrong.

And made me so wonderfully wet.

“I hope it’ll be a success, Dr. Alice,” he said. God, his voice was pure sex. That rumbling baritone promising such relief.

My husband didn’t mind my boytoys. After all, he had a harem of bimbo wives, and even now was testing the pussy suppository on volunteers, seeing if it would work as a viable a delivery method. If it did, he would be fucking all those bimbos, enjoying their bodies. So if he got to play, it was only fair that I did, too.

I dipped my micropipette into Solution 23, depressed the plunger. The micropipette sucked up a controlled amount of the solution, the exact dosage I wanted. I had done my calculations, and this should work.

Which is what I thought about the last twenty-two.

I brought it over to the intelligence serum in the beaker. I depressed it. The colors reacted, a deep violet blossoming as they mixed. I grabbed a glass stirring rod, stirred the solution until there was an even color. So far, there was no violent reaction producing toxic fumes.

“That’s promising, Dr. Alice,” Carmanjelo said.

“Mmm, it is.” My eyes stared at his hard cock bobbing as he wrote on his clipboard. His Black monster pointed right at me. I licked my mouth. “Now we wait to make sure the reaction is stable.”

“Of course,” he nodded eagerly. He lowered his clipboard, dark eyes staring down at my naked breasts with such hunger. My clit throbbed. My thighs, crossed, squeezed tight, savoring the ache from my nub. “Do you have any tasks for me?”

“An experiment,” I purred. “To see if you can lick my pussy to orgasm.”

“We’ve done that experiment so many times, Doctor,” he grinned, setting down his clipboard on the table.

“Mmm, but to be a valid experiment, the results must be repeatable. We have to do it over and over to be sure.”

“Diligent science.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned as his strong arms swept up my body with ease.

I hooked his neck with my arm, pulling his strong face down. I kissed him hard, hungrily. Heat washed through my body. I buzzed, trembling. I groaned into his kiss, swaying. This was so wild. So hot. He turned me on so much.

I was molten. I wanted to melt right now. My pussy dribbling. I shivered, shaking from side to side as he set me down on the lap table. I leaned back, my red hair spilling off my shoulders. My large breasts heaved. They were so perky despite their size, the bimbo serum giving them such pliant shape.

It made me into the perfect woman.

“Dr. Alice,” he groaned, his lab coat falling off his dark shoulders. “I’m ready to begin the experiment.”

“Yes,” I moaned as he parted my thighs, his ebony muscles rippling. “Ooh, just devour me. I need it so badly. I’ve been working hard all morning. I need a break.”

His strong hands ran up my thighs as he knelt down. He pulled my ass to the edge of the table with ease, his lips kissing at my inner thigh. They were so hot and warm. I shivered, my hands sliding up to my big breasts.

I squeezed them. I shook them. My nipples were so hard, aching as his lips kissed closer and closer to my burning cunt. My pussy clenched and relaxed as anticipatory trembles raced through my body. My toes curled.

“Oh, yes, run your experiment,” I moaned as his lips reached the shaved flesh of my vulva.

“Gladly,” he groaned. He took a long lick up my pussy slit. “Subject tastes spicy, her juices clear and creamy.”

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, shivering as he licked again. “What else do you observe?”

“Her pussy lips are engorged with arousal, the flesh dark. When I part her folds, her inner depths are pink and glistening.” I shivered, his fingers holding apart my pussy lips as he leaned in, taking a long lick. “And when I touch the subject, she lets out the sexiest moans, her entire body trembling.”

“And why do you think she does that?”

He grinned at me, lips glistening. “Because she’s a horny bimbo who needs to cum.”

“Good hypothesis. Let’s find out.”

With a primal growl, he buried his face into my pussy, eager to make me cum. I gasped, shuddered, my ass clenching. I squeezed my tits hard as his tongue dived through the folds of my pussy. He licked and lapped, driving me wild with his hunger. I humped against him, grinding on his delicious face as he flailed through my folds.

His tongue was excellent. He ate me with such fever, his dark eyes staring at me with such worship. I squeezed my breasts together, blocking the sight of him as I trembled. My pussy clenched, pleasure building in its depths as I stared at waving nipples.

I licked my lips, then pulled my right nipple to my mouth. I engulfed my fat nub, sucked.

Pleasure shot through my body. It rippled down to my pussy, churned by his wonderful tongue. I groaned and gasped, humping against him as he devoured me. He lapped and licked through my folds. He drove me wild with his licking. He had me groaning, shivering, shuddering in pure delight.

He was amazing. I sucked so hard on my nipple, the nub throbbing in my mouth. His tongue dove deep into my sheath, swirling around, caressing my pussy walls. Then he lapped up to my clit. He flicked it, swirling around the sensitive bud.

Shooting pleasure through me.

“Subject’s getting so wet,” groaned Carmanjelo. “Her body twitching. The pleasure has driven her to suck on her own nipple.”

I nibbled on my nub, sucking hard. Trembles shook through my body.

“Evidence shows the subject coming closer and closer to her orgasm,” he said, rubbing my clit with his strong finger. He pressed hard, massaging my bud.

I squealed around my nipple.

He buried his face back into my pussy, lapping hard as he frigged my clit. The sparks shot through me. I bucked, moaning about my fat nub. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on my nipple, my body shaking, squirming.

My orgasm building.

I tightened my thighs on his ebony cheeks. I heaved and thrashed, the pleasure growing as he churned my pussy to a froth with his tongue. He was so eager to please me. God, he was such a delicious boytoy. My pussy clenched.

“Yes!” I screamed and came on his face.

Rapture exploded from my pussy. It flowed through me. I bucked and shuddered, grinding on his wonderful, licking tongue. Such gorgeous delight burned through me. It had me gasping and moaning out my pleasure. My eyes fluttered. I squeezed my tits. I ground my hips, rubbing against his licking tongue.

Wonderful. Stupendous. Amazing.

“You wonderful boytoy. Yes, yes, yes. That’s how you please me!” I collapsed back on the table, shivering in delight.

“Oh, Dr. Alice, it looks like another successful experiment.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my body buzzing. My thighs relaxed. He rose, his body so strong and muscular, that monster dick thrusting before me. “Mmm, time to do one of my own.”

“And that is, Doctor?”

“How long will it take me to cum on that huge cock?” I shivered. “On your back. I need to be in control of all the variables.”

“Yes, Dr. Alice.” God, I loved that voice.

He spread out on the table beside me, his dick thrusting up over his belly, a slight curved to his ebony monster. My pussy clenched in eager anticipation. I slipped out of my lap coast as I sat up. I threw my ivory legs over his dark body, straddling him, grasping his thick shaft.

And brought it to the lips of my pussy. I groaned, swabbing his dick up and down my pussy lips. I shivered, anticipating that wonderful moment of penetration. His strong hands seized my hips. For a moment, I thought he would force me down his cock, too eager for my pussy.

But he was too submissive to do that.

“Mmm, yes, I’m ready to begin.”

“Do it, Dr. Alice,” he panted.

I didn’t impale myself down his cock in a single motion, I took my time. I savored his girth stretching apart my snatch. My bimbo-enhanced body shuddered, my large tits jiggling as I took more and more of his huge cock. My pussy walls clung to his girth. The pleasure skirted on the edge of pain as my cunt spread apart, embracing his dick. He speared deeper and deeper in me until my pussy lips pressed into his ticklish pubic hair.

“Yes,” I breathed. Every time, the same surge of pride at taking his huge cock washed through me. I clenched on him.

And then I fucked him.

“Dr. Alice,” he groaned, hands squeezing my hips, holding me but not controlling me. Not guiding my hips or sliding me up and down his dick. Despite his huge cock, he wasn’t a real man. Just a toy for me to play with. “Slide that pussy up and down my cock. Cum on me.”

“Oh, I will,” I moaned, my tits shaking.

The door opened and my husband walked in wearing his lab coat, looking so sexy. A dashing scientist. He was always in great shape, belying the stereotype of nerds being pasty-faced and overweight. Before becoming a bimbo, I fit that stereotype.

“Not fucking all your bimbos?” I asked.

“Test are done,” He said. “I enjoyed them all. And they’re off to their new husbands. Our investors and Director Steffen will be very happy with the results.”

“Good,” I moaned, sliding my pussy faster and faster up and down the huge, Black dick.

My husband stared at me with such lust, watching my big tits bounce, Carmanjelo’s hands roaming my pale body. It was so hot as I watched my husband’s khaki pants bulge with his hardon. He didn’t often watch me with other men.

“Mmm, there’s lube on the counter,” I purred. “If you want to join us. I could use more fun.”

“And I thought you were working hard,” he said, moving to the counter, shrugging out of his lab coat.

“We’re on a break waiting on the sample to finish its reaction,” I gasped. “I’ve been working sooooo hard today, Frank. I need this.”

“I can tell,” he said. “Looks like very hard work.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my tits bouncing as I slid up and down Carmanjelo’s amazing cock. “So hard. But I can handle more.”

He pulled off his dress shirt, kicked off his shows, and pulled off his slacks and boxers. His dick bounced out hard. It was big, not Carmanjelo big, but well above the curve. And it was my favorite cock because I loved the man it belonged to.

I watched him lube his shaft, my pussy body trembling, Carmanjelo groaning as he savored my pussy sliding up and down his girth. Frank watched me with hungry eyes. His cock glistening, he headed to the table.

“Damn, that is a perfect ass,” he groaned as he crawled onto the table behind me.

“You gave it to me,” I moaned, my butt-clenching. “Mmm, fuck my ass, Frank. See if your wife can still make you cum after all those bimbos.”

“Oh, I know my wife can make me cum,” he laughed, grabbing my hips, forcing me all the way down Carmanjelo’s cock.

I groaned, squirming, impaled on so much dick as my husband rubbed his hard cock between the cheeks of my butt, ready to plunder me. To make me cum so hard on two different shafts. I groaned as he pressed into my asshole.

In a stroke, he was all the way in me, burying with such dominating force. He wasn’t a neutered boytoy like my hunky, Black assistant. My back arched, my bowels and pussy clenching down on both their dicks.

There was so much in me. So much hard, throbbing dick. “Yes!” I moaned, Frank’s hands seizing my tits, squeezing them. “Fuck me! Pound me! Oh, my god, yes!”

“Horny bimbo,” he groaned, driving his cock over and over into my asshole.

“I am,” I moaned, squirming, stirring Carmanjelo’s cock through my pussy. “Give your bimbo wife what she needs!”

His balls thwacked into my taint, his groin into my butt-cheeks. The staccato sound made me tremble and gasp in delight. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. My fingernails clawed at Carmanjelo’s chest as the pleasure burned hotter and hotter.

Two wonderfully hard dicks. It was what I needed. My body drank in the pleasure. My pussy slid up and down Carmanjelo’s thick, Black shaft while Frank pumped his dick in and out of my bowels, fucking me faster and faster as his excitement built.

I groaned, squirmed, swiveled. I gasped, the pleasure building so fast and so hard inside of my depths. My body trembled. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such rapture filled me. It swelled larger and larger, aching to drown me. Consume me.

Frank thrust in, driving me down Carmanjelo’s dick. So much cock in me. Stretching out my holes. I arched my back into Frank’s chest. His lips sucked at my neck. Friction burned through my body, heat bursting from their dicks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled, spasming. “Cum in me. Oh, yes. Oh, flood my body. Fill me with your cum. I need it. Give me what I need.”

“You heard her,” grunted my husband, driving so hard into my bowels, my pussy spasming on Carmanjelo’s dick.

“Yes, Dr. Jackson,” groaned my boytoy. His face contorted.

His cock erupted into my spasming, pussy, his Black seed flooding my White, married cunt. The idea alone sent another orgasm bursting through my body. My bowels writhed about my husband’s cock. He drove so hard into me.

And filled me.

“Damn, Alice,” Frank groaned as he pumped the last blast of cum into me. “Why is it exciting sharing you with another man?”

“Because you’re a horny pervert like me,” I laughed, leaning back into him. “Mmm, so why did you stop by?”

“Why...” Frank laughed. “Right, right, I was distracted. We’ve been invited to a party.”

“Oh?” I shivered as Frank pulled his cock out of my asshole, the tip plopping out. A moment later, his cum leaked out and dribbled down my taint. “Whose party?”

“Senator Murphy. She invited us at this fundraiser gala in Washington D.C. Wants to talk business opportunities for BT Chemicals.”

“Oh, wonderful,” I groaned, sliding my pussy off Carmanjelo’s mighty cock. I slid onto the floor, cum trickling out of both my holes. I shivered and then giggled, my insides feeling so wonderful and gooey, my thoughts drizzled with marshmallowy delight, spreading, making me feel so yummy-wummy. “Yay, I love parties. This sounds like it’ll be the bestest time!”

“Yes, it does,” I said.

“So we get to go?” I asked, jumping with excitement, my big tits bouncing. I loved my big tits. They were so amazeballs. I squeezed them together as my excitement surged through me. Yummy cum leaking out of my pussykitty and asshole. I felt so full.

“On a plane,” Frank said, reaching into the fume hood. He stared at the beaker. “Is this ready, Alice?”

That super-smart, sciency part of me, mostly buried under marshmallowy goodness thought so. “Yes, siree! What’s it do?”

“It’s the super-enhanced version of your intelligence serum.”

“Right! I am so super-smart!” I held out my arm. “Inject me!”

Frank filled a syringe with the bright pink chemical. Oh, it was so pretty. He grabbed my arm, stroking my unblemished skin. I never had marks from when I injected myself with the smarty serum. My body was always perfect.

“You’re so smartypants, honey!” I giggled.

He blinked, bringing the needle to my arm. “What? You invented this one, honey.”

“No, how my ... Ouch!” Cool liquid flowed into my veins. I let out another giggle as it spread up my arm and then to my heart. I let out a wee as it pumped through my heart and shot into my brain. My giggles slowed. I blinked, feeling suddenly so foolish as the bimboness vanished from my thoughts.

“Well, it’s working,” I said. I was always embarrassed right after coming back from being an airhead. I said the dumbest things as a bimbo.

But I had so much fun.

Frank grabbed his phone from his discarded lab coat, swiped and tapped on it a few times as he navigated it. “Okay, timer’s running. Let’s see how long this dosage lasts.”

I shivered, fell to my knees, and sucked on my husband’s cock, cleaning off my sour ass. It was the best way to pass the time. And, hopefully, this version of the intelligence serum would last for hours and hours.

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“Now boarding First Class Passengers for American Airlines Flight 537 bound for Washington D.C.,” announced the gate attendant.

“Is that us?” Becca gasped, my blonde, barely legal bimbo wife asked, hopping to her feet. She wore a stretchy dress of bright green, which clashed with her blonde hair. Her big tits bounced and jiggled, drawing more than a few eyes.

“Yep,” I grinned, holding Alice’s hand. She had just taken the bimbo serum, which would last more than long enough for the hour-and-a-half flight to the capitol. She had taken it three hours before we left for the airport and it was going strong. Over the last few weeks, she had put it to good use, working hard in the lab to help me refine the pussy suppository bimbo serum delivery method.

I wanted to suppository to act faster. We thought we had it figured out how and would hold another round of testing next week.

But for the next four days, we were heading to Washington D.C. on a mini-vacation. We were attending Senator Murphy’s Gala tomorrow night, then we’d to stay for the weekend and see the sites. My bimbo wives were all excited to come. Janet hopped to her feet in her red dress, followed swiftly by Nicole in her silver dress, Donna giggled in her yellow, while Veronica bounced in her seat wearing a violet dress. They were all the same, made of that stretchy material that clung to their curvaceous bodies, barely covering ass and pussy, their tits about to fall out.

Men had been drooling over them since we arrived. It was all I could do to keep my bimbo wives under control. Alice was a big help. She was a bimbo, too, so they looked to her for how to behave. Not to say there weren’t a few naughty incidents.

My dick was still wet with Veronica’s tight pussy. But I could only fit two bimbos in a bathroom stall, and Alice whispered that Becca managed to suck off two guys while I was “using the restroom.” And I was certain when Janet was pulled out of line for “additional screening” by the TSA, she was fingered to an orgasm.

“Okay,” I said, “let’s go.” I held our tickets. I had bought out first class on the flight and had plenty of money in case I had to bribe any flight attendants—I had a feeling an-hour-and-a-half flight would be too long for my bimbo wives to stay still. “Follow me.”

“Yay,” Becca beamed, moving behind me, grabbing my hips. “Grab me, Janet.”

Alice snorted in laughter as she walked beside me. I looked over my shoulders to see a conga line of bimbos forming, Veronica at the rear, looking so excited like she never had flown on a plane before. My cheeks burned as people looked at us. The gate attendant arched an eyebrow.