Chapter 4: Bimbo Wife’s Special Ass

Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

“I think that should cover it,” my husband said as he finished writing out the check. He tore it free and handed it to Mr. Peterson, the nice manager of the Lucky grocery store. His fly was still open, Natasha licking at his half-hard cock.

Natasha was a new bimbo. I improvised her today, turning her from a doughty woman into a sexy, hot woman that understood just how yummy and wonderful sex was, like hot fudge drizzled all over your sundae. It made everything better. She had caught Janet and me testing cucumber ripeness in the produce section.

She didn’t understand how important it was to stick in your pussy to check. Silly woman. Now she did.

“Fuck,” Mr. Peterson said, taking the check from my handsome and sexy husband. Frank was a super smart sciency person who had invented the bimbo formula and improvised Janet and Natasha and me. And all our other wives. He was the bestest man and husband in the world. “That’s ... generous, Mr. Jackman.”

“I know,” Frank said. “And not a word about Natasha.”

“Yeah,” the man nodded, looking down at his employee loving his cock.

“Oh, isn’t that just sexy?” Janet whispered. My bestest friend and wife sat beside me on the desk. Like me, her stretchy dress was bunched around her waist, leaving her naked, her big tits heaving, her long, sleek legs swinging. My big boob brushed hers, making me giggle.

“It is sexy,” I purred, licking my lips. “Just like your big boobies.”

Frank shook his head, muttering, “Horny bimbos.”

We were always horny. Our pussies were always in need of being stroked, petted, and kissed. They hungered for big, thick cocks to fill them with yummy cream. It was hard to think about anything but fucking with marshmallowy goodness drizzled all over my thoughts, covering all the super smart sciency parts of me.

That part of me knew I was in trouble, though I couldn’t remember why.

“Our nipples are kissing, Alice,” Janet giggled after turning her shoulders. Both our fat nubs, mine pale pink and hers dusky pink, nudged. Her breasts were so soft and even bigger than my lush pair. Tingles rippled out of my nub, shooting down to my pussy.

“Makes my pussykitty purr.”

“What doesn’t, Alice?” Frank asked as he pulled out a syringe.

I recognized it. The intelligence serum. He needed to speak to the real me. The super smart sciency me. I invented the serum because Frank missed the old me. Not that he didn’t love bimbo me. He did so much. His cum leaked out of my pussy right now, so yummy and gooey and—

I gasped. The needle slid into my thigh. The cool serum pumped into my veins.

I blinked. The marshmallowy goodness melted from my brain. he goopiness poured down my mind, running off as it turned into a gooey mess. Everything grew sharper, more into focus. I shuddered, shaking my head and...

“Oh, fuck,” I said, glancing at Natasha as she knelt on the ground, the stupid bimbo still licking at the perverted manager’s cock. “Why did I have a bimbo serum on me?”

“I was wondering the same thing,” my husband said, leaning back against the desk. “Your little trip cost us $2000.”

“An expensive shopping trip,” I winced, remembering the fun I had. Then I remembered driving here. I hadn’t obeyed any traffic situation. That wasn’t good. “We can’t let bimbos drive, Frank. I could have gotten myself killed.”

“But you were such a best driver,” Janet gasped, still rubbing her nipple against mine. That felt nice, my well-fucked pussy aching. Just because I had my normal intelligence back didn’t stop me from being as horny as any bimbo. “Everyone waved to you and honked their horns.”

“Yeah, waved with their middle fingers.”

“That’s hardly the problem,” Frank grunted. “What do we do about Natasha?”

“Is she married?” I asked the manager, a new hardon already swelling his dick as Natasha licked him.

“What?” the man groaned, savoring his employee’s tongue. Then he blinked, realizing what I asked. “Yeah.”

“I bet we can convince the husband this is fine,” Frank said. “What did she look like before?”

“A muffin,” giggled Janet. “A big, soft muffin. Now she’s a sexy bimbo. Just like me. Alice improved her.”

At least she can say it right. Improvised? Bimbo-me was an idiot. But a fun one.

“Call her husband,” Frank growled at the manager. “Right now. Tell him he has to come and pick up his wife. I’ll explain it to him.”

“How is this even possible?” groaned the manager, Natasha sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing. She really wanted to please her boss.

And that made my pussy even wetter. I squirmed, Frank’s cum trickling out of me. “It’s possible because my husband is a genius.”

Frank looked at me, smiling. His hand brushed mine. Our fingers played together. “You helped. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He claimed my lips in a kiss. Though we had our bimbo wives, really more sex slaves than anything, Frank still loved me. He didn’t mind that I had my fun outside our marriage. He certainly had more pussy than he could handle. So he couldn’t begrudge me my boy toys, like hunky Carmanjelo, my “assistant” at work. I stole him from Veronica, not that she minded now that she was our bimbo.

Frank broke the kiss “And you’ve been bad. Injecting Natasha, going out shopping as a bimbo, having sex in public. You’re lucky the police weren’t called.”

I winced.

“You have to spank her,” Janet said, her boobs shaking. “And me, too. I was bad with her.”

“Yes, you both were,” Frank grinned. “Alice, over my lap right now.”

I shuddered. Even though you could argue I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions as a bimbo—I was just too much of an airhead without the intelligence serum—I didn’t want to miss out on my spanking. I loved them.

I had been so repressed before my transformation. I had all these desires I was too scared to act on. Whether with my husband or with other men. And even women. And then I injected myself with that serum and was liberated. Every woman in the world deserved the option even with the side-effects. I knew they would all be so happy.

“Yes, honey, I was soooo bad,” I purred. “I fucked a Black man in the middle of the store.”

“He was teaching her how to check for cucumber firmness,” Janet added.

“He played with my tits,” I groaned.

“To recognize how melons should feel.”

Frank shook his head. “Yes, you have been naughty, Alice.”

“So spank me,” I groaned.

I stretched over Frank’s lap as he knelt on the desk. In the background, the manager grunted and groaned as the married bimbo sucked his cock, bobbing up and down, suckling with such hunger. The bimbo wanted all that cum, not caring about her marriage, just so horny and biddable.

I loved it.

I wiggled my naked ass at Frank, more of his cum leaking out. I bet there was some of that hung Black man’s cum in there. Kent had fucked me so hard. I loved big, Black dick. My husband had a big cock, and he knew how to make me cum, but Black men made me so wet.

“I was so bad. You fucking in the store, injecting poor Natasha. Punish me.”

“Damn, you know how to keep your women in check,” panted Mr. Peterson. “Shit, maybe you could help my wife out.”

“It’ll be out on the market in a few months,” Frank grinned, his strong hand running over my ass. “The Venus Serum from BT Chemical. It’ll improve any woman. Make her just like Natasha.”

“Shit,” the man groaned, his hand sliding through Natasha’s brown hair. “Oh, fuck, that’s amazing.”

“It is,” I groaned, wiggling my ass. I needed to be punished. I was such a bad wife.

Frank’s hand cracked down hard.

The stinging slap echoed through the room. My cum-filled pussy clenched as the heat shot through me. I groaned, writhing on his lap, feeling his hard cock beneath my stomach. I savored his girth. He was hard, excited. He wanted to fuck me.

And I wanted to fuck him.

I savored the heat, my nipples throbbing. They rubbed against the smooth surface of the manager’s desk. As I squirmed, they slid across the surface, adding another bit of delight to my excitement. Frank’s hand came down again, the loud slap echoing through the room.

“Oh, yes. I was soooo bad,” I moaned. “Punish me.”

“Shit,” groaned the manager, his hips thrusting forward, fucking his cock down Natasha’s throat.

“So bad,” Janet said, and then her hand slapped down on my ass. Not as hard as Frank’s, but I savored it, too.

“Yes,” Frank groaned. “Spank her again.”

Janet giggled, and her hand cracked down on my other butt-cheek. “Ooh, I made your butt look so pretty. I marked you. Ooh, it sent a naughty tingle through my pussy. I’m so wet. Can you fuck me, Frank? You fucked Alice. And I need my vitamins.”

“I will,” Frank groaned and spanked me again.

I savored the heat burning my ass and the eyes watching my flesh. The manager stared at me as he fucked Natasha’s face. His balls thwacked over and over into her chin. He gripped her brown hair in his tight fists as he used his bimbo employee.

Crack!

I groaned, bucking. I was so glad the manager was seeing that I was punished. I was so bad today, so naughty. I shouldn’t have gone out. I definitely shouldn’t have driven. I probably shouldn’t have injected Natasha.

I savored the heat. My pussy dripped more and more, growing hotter and hotter. My thighs spread open. Hands touched me. Janet’s. She stroked my cunt as Frank cracked his hand down again, the stinging slap echoing through the room.

“Oh, so much cum is spilling out of you,” moaned Janet. “Frank’s cum. There are vitamins in your pussy.”

The bimbo buried her face between my thighs, licking at my cunt as Frank slapped his hand down again. My legs spread wide open, the right falling off the table. My pussy lips parted as Janet’s tongue darted into my cunt, swirling around, lapping up Frank’s and Kent’s combined jizz. My husband and the hunky, Black man I fucked behind his back.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” spluttered the manager. His face twisted in pleasure. “Holy shit. Drink my cum, slut. Drink it all down.”

“Yes,” Frank groaned as he cracked his hand down again.

My ass burned with aching pain. My pussy clenched. And then Janet’s licking tongue soothed away any ache. She shoved it deep into my pussy, moaning as she searched for every drop of cum that she could find, believing it to hold special vitamins to keep her hot and sexy.

Natasha gulped the manager’s cum down with noisy swallows. Her ass wiggled as she drank them. Then she popped her mouth off and let out the most satisfied sigh in the world, licking her lips, savoring her boss’s cum.

“Do you feel better now, Mr. Peterson?” she panted.

“So much better,” the manager groaned. “Shit, I have to call your husband.” He walked out of the office, shaking his head.

“Yay!” cheered Natasha. “Pete’ll love my big boobies.” She turned around. “Don’t you just love them?”

“Fuck, yes, I do,” Frank groaned as he stared at the bimbo’s breasts cupped in her hands.

“He’s so hard for you,” I moaned, squirming, my orgasm building. Between the thrill of being watched, the pain of being spanked, and the delight of Janet’s tongue, I was coming closer and closer to exploding. “He needs you to help you. He needs that married ass.”

“Damn, I love you,” Frank groaned.

“My ass?” Natasha frowned. She craned her head, trying to look over her shoulder at her ass. As she did, she turned around in circles on the ground, her cute ass wiggling as she worked her knees. “Really?”

“You have a special ass,” I panted, Frank’s hand squeezing mind. Sharp pain shot through me. My pussy clenched on Janet’s wonderful tongue. “Men have to fuck your ass. When they do, they’ll feel amazing. You’ll really help them out because your ass is what they need.”

“Wow?” Natasha said, still turning, still craning her head in a vain attempt to see her own ass. “I didn’t know.”

“Alice is a super smart sciency person,” Janet moaned between licks. “Her and Frank both. They’re amazing!”

“Yes,” Frank groaned, his finger dipping between my butt-cheeks. “You are amazing, Alice, even if you were so naughty today.”

I groaned as his finger probed into my asshole. I squirmed on his lap, humping against Janet’s mouth. Her tongue probed so deep into my pussy. She stirred me up. My eyes rolled back into my head as her tongue caressed my inner sheath.

Her chin nudged my clit.

I came.

“Janet, you wonderful woman,” I moaned, bucking on Frank’s hardon.

He groaned, his finger probing my spasming ass as my pussy clenched and writhed. Juices squirted out of my cunt, splashing into Janet’s hungry mouth. She moaned her delight, gulping down my cream. Her touch stirred through me, keeping me gasping and moaning, spasming on my husband’s lap.

I heaved and thrashed. My entire body went rigid for a moment. And then I relaxed into a puddle of delicious bliss. I breathed out my nose, wiggling on his lap. Janet licked at the outside of my folds, teasing my now-sensitive labia while Frank popped his finger out of his asshole.

I heard him suck on it.

“I have to fuck that ass,” Frank groaned.

“Only fair,” I purred. “I made her into a bimbo. You should get to enjoy her once before her husband picks her up.”

“Yes, yes, with my special ass,” Natasha said. “Oooh, I just can’t see it. Does it glow?”

I rolled my eyes.

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“Yes, yes, fuck my special ass,” Natasha moaned, wiggling her married rear at me. Juices trickled down her thighs, her pussy gleaming.

I grabbed her bubbly ass. It was so plump and perfect. On the table, Janet squealed, humping against Alice’s devouring mouth. I glanced at Janet, her black hair flying and huge tits heaving. She leaned back on her elbows on the desk, legs locked about Alice’s face, red hair spilled about sleek thighs.

“Please, please, use my special ass,” begged Natasha.

“Now you have to keep this a secret,” I told her. “If your husband ever finds out your ass is special, all the magic goes away.”

“Oh, no. That’s like in a fairy story.”

“Yep, a fairy tale.” I pressed my cock, dripping with Alice’s cunt, against her asshole. I shoved it in a few times to get nice and wet for Natasha. “And you wouldn’t want that to happen. Like Cinderella at midnight. It’ll go away. Poof.”

“No,” she moaned. “I don’t want that. I love having a special ass.”

“Good,” I grunted and thrust my cock into the bimbo’s married asshole.

And damn it if wasn’t a tight, sucking hole. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. I groaned as I pressed forward. My cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, embraced by her tight bowels. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as my dick slid deeper and deeper.

She was married and letting me fuck her asshole. Her husband would have no idea I had fucked her ass. He never had this tight treat. I could tell I was breaking in virgin territory as I pushed harder, sliding deeper.

“Oh, yes,” groaned the bimbo, her bowels clenching down hot on my dick. “Oh, yes, can you feel how special-wecial my ass is?”

“So special,” I groaned. “You love it. Your special ass makes you crave this sensation. Every man you meet you’ll want to treat this to. But not your husband.”

“No, then I’ll lose it,” she gasped as I bottomed out in her. “I don’t ever want to lose my special-wecial ass!”

“No,” I grunted, savoring her bowels. “You’re an anal slut now.”

“Yes! Yes! Anal slut! Oh, yes! I love it. Oh, the special-wecial feelings are bleeding into my pussy. Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock! Oh, you’re so amazing! Oh, this is so sugary and yummy! I need you to fuck me! I need you to pump in me! I’m so hot!”

So I fucked the married bimbo’s slut hard. I drew back my cock, groaning at how tight her asshole was. Then I thrust into her depths. The friction caressed my cock’s head as my wife’s juices lubed the way into Natasha’s bowels.

She groaned as I bottomed out, her hips wiggling, her brown hair flying. That gorgeous face, lips so plump, looked at me over her shoulder, eyes so wide with delight. She rocked back and forth, fucking her asshole up and down my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my special-wecial ass!”

“Such a hot, tight ass, you married slut! You’re a bimbo whore! Just a slave to your anal pleasures.”

“I love them!” she moaned, rocking back faster and harder, our flesh slapping together. Her new, curvy bubble-butt bouncing and rippling with each stroke.

I caressed up and down her sides, her skin silky smooth, as my balls thwacked over and over into her taint. I pounded her hard, reaming her asshole, grunting with every thrust. It was such heaven in her asshole.

Behind me, Alice and Janet moaned and writhed as they sixty-nined. Their sweet passion spurring me on to pound her married cunt, my balls boiling with a fresh load of cum to squirt into her asshole. When her husband arrived, she would be swimming with my cum.

And he would have no fucking idea.

“You’re just a nasty, married slut! An anal whore!” I grunted as I pounded her.

She loved it. “Yes, yes, yes! Married slut! Anal whore! Keep fucking my special-wecial ass! You’re making me feel all sugary inside. Yummy, powdery sugar coating everything! Oh, yes! Oh, oh! I’m cumming!”

Her bowels writhed about my dick. The anal slut came just from having her ass reamed, believing it to be the best thing she had ever felt. I grunted, realizing just how powerful the serum was, how it shaped the bimbo’s minds.

And turned her into a slut.

Soon, there would be so may bimbos around, eager to fuck their men, to cum over and over, their hot bodies needing satiating. Men would pay fortunes for this. Alice and I would be so rich. My hips stroked faster and faster.

“Yes, yes, yes, you nasty, anal slut! Cum on my cock! Milk it with that glorious ass.”

“Cum in her ass,” Janet moaned. “Oh, do it, Frank! Give it to her! She has a special-wecial ass!”

“Yes,” Alice moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure. Was she cumming? Maybe. “Yes, yes, yes, cum in the slut’s ass. She’s married, and you’re fucking the bimbo’s asshole.”

“So hard, Alice,” I grunted, my hands squeezing Natasha’s hips.

“Yes, yes, cum in my asshole,” the bimbo squeaked as she thrashed, her bowels throbbing so hot.

I groaned, slamming into her depths. The friction shot down to my bowels. I grunted as my cum exploded out of me. Blast after blast of spunk basted her married asshole. The first ever load of jizz to dirty her ass.

But not the last. Oh, no, she would give this treat to every man but her husband.

My orgasm surged harder, the cum exploding with powerful blasts. I groaned through grit teeth as it peaked in me. And then I leaned back, my cock popping out of her asshole. Her brown sphincter gaped open for a second, revealing her pink depths swimming with my jizz.

And then it clamped tight, still not broken in as much as it would be.

I turned around and found Janet kneeling before me, her face stained in pussy juices. She didn’t hesitate to suck my dirty cock into her mouth. It was covered with Natasha’s anal musk, and my bimbo wife only moaned her delight.

“I whispered to her to clean your dick off,” grinned Alice as she stood up. She adjusted her stretchy dress to cover her breasts and hips. “I’ll go get Natasha cleaned up and presentable for her husband. Enjoy.”