Chapter 3: Trading the Bimbo Wife for the Nubile Daughter

Chris Cartwright

Karen Miller felt so amazing on my cock. My married neighbor’s hot twat rippled around me as her orgasm finished. I had just filled her with cum. I shouldn’t have. She shouldn’t even be my bimbo, but my wife apparently could still use her app to make other women into bimbos.

First time I left Linda a home to go back to work after taking a week off, and she bimbofied Karen Miller.

Maybe Karen really was the neighborhood slut who was fucked by every man on the block—I know I hadn’t fucked her until now—but that was no reason to bimbofy her and make her into my slut. I’d just give her back to her husband.

If I could.

I wasn’t sure if that was possible, but I had to try. I didn’t want to break up marriages. If she was cheating on Derrick, that was between them. It wasn’t my business. And Linda, who was a bimbo now herself at her own insistence, didn’t have the intelligence to make bimbos.

I had taken care of that, using my app to stop her. Now I just had to return Karen. Maybe I shouldn’t have fucked her, but she was so eager for it. Well, it was done. I had filled her with my cum and my app had dinged.

I grabbed my phone. My wife and daughter were sixty-nining, still licking at each other’s pussies. They had grown so close now that they were both bimbos. No more sulking, moody, teenage Alice. She was happy and bubbly.

I swiped my phone, staring at it as Karen nibbled on my ear and squeezed her cunt around my dick. She had leveled up, and so had Sherry and Keily. Karen was Level 1 now and those two were Level 3. I would deal with Sherry and Keily later since they were working as prostitutes at my work and making me so much money.

I might just quit my job.

“Okay, Karen,” I said to her, “get off my cock. We have to get you back to your hubby.”

“Okey-dokey,” Karen said and slid her cunt off my dick. I shuddered at the feel of her pussy sliding off my cock. That was an amazing sensation. She massaged me with that delicious snatch of hers. It was such hot delight to enjoy.

“Linda,” I said. “Linda, honey, get dressed. You, too, Karen. We’re going to Karen’s house. Come on. Get off our daughter. We have to return Karen to her husband.”

“But she’s your bimboy-slutty whore, hubby hunny,” Linda said, lifting her head from between our daughter’s legs. Linda’s red hair spilled around her face. Her big boobs swayed beneath her as she rose.

“And she’s who’s wife?” I asked as I stood, my dick hard and dripping in Karen’s juices.

My wife sat up, rubbing her furred muff on Alice’s face. She glanced down at her wedding ring. My wife’s face screwed up in concentration as she struggled with the thought. Then it dawned on her, literally. It was like the sun rose across her expression as she understand. “Oooooh, to stop her from being a cheaty, slutty, whorey wife, I should have had Derrick bimbofy her?”

“That’s right,” I said patiently. “Now, get dressed.”

“Okey-dokey,” she said with such a bright smile.

Karen pulled on a thong, sliding it up and up to her shaved pussy and trapping in the cum. Then she grabbed a bra that was black but sheer, her nipples peeking through as she put it on. Very sexy underwear for ... the jeans and t-shirt that she wore over it. She was dressed for a date, not for puttering around the house on a weekday.

My wife looked around. “I don’t have any clothesy around but ... It’s super sexier and hotter if I’m naked, right?”

“Mommy’s so hottie naked, Daddy!” Alice said, licking her lips coated in her mother’s juices.

“Get dressed, Linda,” I said. “I don’t want the neighborhood seeing you prancing around naked. You’re my wife. I don’t share you.”

My bimbo-wife squealed with such joy. She bounced up and down. “Chris, you’re the bestiest best hubby in the wholly whole world!”

She darted upstairs as Karen finished dressing. I shook my head. My wife could be a tad ... exuberant, couldn’t she. I pulled up my own boxers and slacks, zipping up. I had my phone out, hoping this would go well.

Karen threw her arms around me and purred, “Want to see how sexy my bra and panties are?” She muzzled into my ear. “I love wearing sexy undies for men.”

“I just saw them,” I said. “Save that for your husband.”

“It’s boring dressing all sexy wexy for him,” she said, pouting.

I did not care. I was glad my wife didn’t have the reputation of being the neighborhood slut. And speaking of my wife, she flounced down the stairs in a simple sundress she must have just pulled over her naked body, her red hair flowing behind her.

“Very nice,” I said as she rushed down to me. “Alice, honey, watch TV and don’t leave the house, okay? You are a good girl, right?”

“I’m a goody girl, Daddy,” she said and turned on the TV. She had no problem with that. She found some cartoons and giggled at them.

I escorted my wife and Karen out of the house. They both grabbed my arms and snuggled up to me, rubbing against me. My cheeks burned. It was embarrassing walking through the neighborhood with my wife and another man’s wife clutching to me. Linda would be fun, but Karen...

Mark a few houses down was watering his lawn. He grinned when he saw us crossing the road. He nodded at me. I didn’t like that. There was a look in his eyes. I glanced at my wife. How did she bimbofy Linda? There were none of my wife’s clothes in the living room. My wife was naked when she did it.

God, I hoped she didn’t go outside like that.

I reached the Millers’ house and knocked on the door. My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket as it beeped with notifications. Like an alarm or something had gone off. I pulled it out and swiped the screen. It read JEALOUS HUSBAND APPROACHING.

“Oh, shit,” I said. What did that mean?

The door opened and Derrick Miller stood there. He was a man my age. He was a little taller than me with brown hair. He frowned at me standing there with his wife and mine. Karen just squealed and through herself at her husband.

He staggered as she started peppering her face in kisses. She gasped out, “I’m Chris’s bimboy and his slut and he fuckyed me and I lovedy that oh so much and I lovey you and his cock is awesomey and I had wondermus cummies and it was amazeying!”

“What?” Derrick gasped, his face turning red now. The anger was there as he glared at me. “You ... You fucked my wife?”

My App beeped again. I glanced down to see a large message now.

Jealous husbands and boyfriends can be a problem, but turn them into a solution with 20 Bimbo Crystals! Make them into cucks!

Make Derrick Miller into a cuck?

YES or NO.

I wanted to hit yes, but I didn’t have 20 Bimbo Crystals. I had 18. Shit. Derrick tried to shove his wife off him, but he wasn’t doing a great job at it. I frantically clicked on my phone to buy more credits. I selected a bundle of ten—I might as well get them for the best cost. It was $475, but I had made way more than that today. It accessed my Google Wallet, got my credit card number, and bought the Crystals.

“What the fuck is going on?” Derrick roared as my total of Bimbo Crystals shot up to 38. “Huh? Fuck my wife? And, what, bring her over here to taunt me? Stop playing with that fucking phone!” He shoved his wife off him and grabbed my collar.

I hit YES as hard as I could on my phone. Probably enough to crack the screen.

The rage on his face melted away. He released my collar, my wife clinging to me and whimpering. Poor Linda had gotten scared. I had, too. My heart raced, but now Derrick was smiling at me. He was so friendly.

“So you fucked my wife,” he said. “How was she? Man, I bet you enjoyed it. Little jealous I didn’t get to watch.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, feeling Mark’s eyes on us. “Let’s go in and talk, okay.”

“Sure, sure,” Derrick said, backing up.

His wife grabbed my arm again and tried to kiss me while her husband just grinned. I shook Karen off me. Linda was excited again and did the same. I let her kiss me. Her lips were spicy with our daughter’s fourteen-year-old pussy.

“Okay, so here’s the skinny,” I said to Derrick. “My wife bimbofied your wife. It’s, uh, this app that turns women into nymphomaniac airheads. They’re really dumb and friendly and happy and just want to have sex.”

“I love sex!” Karen squealed. “Ooh, ooh, fuck me, Chris. Fuck me while I sucky my hubby’s dick. That would be so hottie.”

“It would be,” Derrick said. He wasn’t bimbofied, but he was ... cucked. Like I had neutered him with the app.

“Anyways,” I said, texting Derrick a referral link. “Install the App, and I’m hoping I can trade your wife back to you. Then she can be your bimbo and not mine. I mean, she’s your wife.”

“Right, right,” said Derrick. “Uh, but you can still fuck her, right?”

“I guess,” I said. “That’s up to you. There’s a way to lock your wife down, only 20 Bimbo Crystals, so she’ll only have sex with you.”

“Right, right,” said Derrick, though the way he looked, I wasn’t sure he would go for it. He was a cuckold now. He sounded really excited to be going down this other route. Man, I might have messed him up. “Okay, the App’s downloaded.”

My dinged. I gained 3 Bimbo Crystals for the referral, taking me up to 21. Then my app opened a new option. Detected second Bimbo App. Trading is now available. That was perfect. I hit the trade button that was at the bottom of the screen.

You can trade bimbos from one account to another. Do you want to trade a bimbo with Derrick Murphy? YES or NO appeared.

It loaded a new menu up. It had two columns. I was on the left and Derrick was on the right. On my side were the round pictures of all my bimbos. Linda, Alice, Sherry, Keily, and Karen.

Select as many bimbos as you would like to trade.

I dragged Karen’s onto the menu.

“It says I can’t trade because I don’t have a bimbo,” Derrick said. “Man, I guess you’ll just have to keep my wife.”

“Shit,” I said. “I don’t want to do that. You’ll just have to—”

Footsteps patted down the stairs than Rachel, their fifteen-year-old daughter appeared. She was a blonde girl with blue eyes and her mother’s heart-shaped face. My dick lurched at the sight of her. I definitely had a thing for teenage girls. Fuck.

Karen squealed at the sight of her daughter and ran to her. She hugged Rachel and kissed her on the lips. Her daughter gasped and turned her head, squirming to get out of her bimbo-mom’s embrace. She pushed her mother away from her.

“What the fuck, Derrick!” Rachel shouted. Right, right, she was Derrick’s step-daughter. “Did you roofie my mom or something?”

“Of course not,” said Derrick. “Well, uh, it’s...”

“Bimbofy your step-daughter,” I said, shocked by how bold I was being. Hell, I could bimbofy her myself. I had the Crystals. “She’ll work.”

“And get rid of the brat?” Derrick asked, bringing a furious squeak from his step-daughter. “Gladly.”

“Who are you calling a brat, you disgusting piece of shit!” Rachel hissed. “No wonder my mom— Don’t aim your phone at me. What? You think you can record my tirade and that’ll prove I’m a brat! Well, fuck you!” She flipped him off.

He tapped his screen.

“And fuck me, Daddy!” she squealed as her anger melted away into empty-headed lust. She threw herself at her step-father and pressed against him. She kissed his face, squirming against him. “Ooh, ooh, I’m such a bratty brat. Spank me, Daddy!”

“Shit,” he groaned.

“Let’s trade!” I said. “Come on!”

Derrick nodded and put Rachel onto his side of the screen.

Complete Trade?

YES or NO

I tapped YES with eagerness. An animation played and the two bimbos were swapped from one column to the other buy a pipe that came down. Like a vacuum tube or something from the fifties. I had Rachel Miller on my side.

Would you like to reset the bimbo skills and perks?

YES or NO.

I could see hat she had no skills or perks to reset since she had been a bimbo for all of a minute. Still, I hit YES anyways. Why take chances or something? A clean slate was the most important thing. Now I had another teenage girl.

Congratulations, Rachel Miller is now your bimbo! Enjoy!

“Mr. Cartwright, you own me now!” squealed Rachel and she ran to me and hugged me, her sweet lips peppering mine.

“I’m your new daddy,” I said. “And Linda here is your new mommy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rachel said. Just like Sherry, who also seemed to think of me as her daddy and Linda as her Mommy. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too,” I said, my hand sliding down her back to squeeze her ass through the jean shorts she wore. I kissed her on the mouth right there before her step-dad and mother. Well, Rachel was mine. She was just so sexy.

“A new daughter to love,” Linda said. She hugged my arm tight. “That’s super duper wonderfully.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “And Derrick, lock your wife down unless you want every guy to fuck her. I think most guys on the block might have. Sorry, she’s been cuckolding you.”

“Yeppers!” Karen said. “With many, many guys. I just lovey fuckying other men!”

“Hot,” Derrick groaned. “God, I love having a cheating wife.” He kissed her and grabbed her ass.

Well, that was between them. I headed back out on the porch and was glad to see Mark had gone back inside. The streets looked fairly clear, which was good. I didn’t know how I would explain having a teenage girl who wasn’t my daughter clinging to my arm like she was my lover. Still, my dick was so hard to fuck my newest bimbo.

And I had to deal with my wife. She had been very, very bad.

I hurried across the street and rushed my two bimbos into the house. Alice was laying on her belly and her elbows, her chin propped on her hands. She had her legs bent up, her cute toes wiggling. She still wore her slutty schoolgirl outfit that she’d worn to my office for Take Your Daughter to Work Day.

She hopped up and gasped, “Rachel!”

“Alice!” Rachel said and bounced up and down. The pair of them rushed together and greeted each other bimbo-fashion. They started making out. Their bodies melted together and lips touched. While I had my wife and daughter “locked,” it only kept them from doing things with other men.

They would do things with other women all day long.

“Strip each other naked,” I told them then turned to my wife. “Get naked, too, then bend over the armrest of the couch. You were bad today.”

“I was,” Linda gasped, her green eyes widening. “Oh, noy no!”

“I’m afraid you were,” I said. “You bimbofied Karen Miller without asking for permission. That’s a no-no. You can’t use your App unless you ask me first. Okay?”

She nodded and pulled off her sundress. Tears beaded in her eyes. “I’m sowry.”

“I know,” I said, my cock hard with the lust to spank my naughty wife. “Just bend over. I have to spank you. That’s how you discipline naughty bimbos like you.”

“Yes, hunny,” she said, her huge tits swaying back and forth. She had requested to become a Huge Boob Bimbo when she begged me to bimbofy her that night. She had been terrified I would leave her for someone like Keily and even more panicked I would just bimbofy her on my own.

I wouldn’t have done either, but she just wanted all those fears to go away and be happy like our daughter had become. So I made my wife into a bimbo. Now I was in charge of her. I had to be the father in the house.

That meant spanking my wife and our girls when they were bad. Keily, too. I supposed she was young enough to start treating her like an older daughter. My dick throbbed at the idea as I stared down at my wife’s quivering rump.

I drew back my hand and slapped it down on her rump.

SMACK!

The stinging sound echoed through our living room. My wife gasped, her asscheeks clenching. A red handprint appeared across her rump.

“I’m so sowry!” she moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching. “I won’t do it again! I pwomise!”

“You won’t do what again?” I asked.

“Um...” She squirmed there, her rump reddened by my spank. “I fowgot.”

SMACK!

“That you won’t use the Bimbo App without my permission!” I said.

SMACK!

“Ouchie!” she whimpered, her butt-cheeks bright red now. She squirmed there, my dick so hard. It was hot spanking my wife. Real hot. I was thrilled to do this. I couldn’t help but admire her rump. “I won’t do it ever never again.”

“Do what?” I asked, my hand hovering over her rump.

“Umm ... I won’t...” She squirmed there. “I won’t be a baddie wife! I’ll be a goody wife!”

SMACK!

“Ouchie, ouchie!” she gasped, her rump so red. “I’ll be so goody great! I won’t never ever never be baddie again! I pwomise!”

I stroked her rump, feeling the warmth bleeding out of her rump. I loved how she squirmed there. She felt just delicious. I wanted to just keep spanking her. It would be so easy, but she wouldn’t get the lesson. Still...

SMACK!

She bucked again. “Ooh, ooh, that hurties and makes my pussy so wettie and I’ll be goody. I pwomise, Chris. I lovey you and honory you. I swore on our wedding day. To lovey and honory and obey you.”

“That’s right,” I said. “Mmm, and look at our two cute daughters.”

Alice and Rachel were both naked and making out. Alice had small breasts that rubbed into Rachel’s plumper mounds. They grabbed each other’s asses as their tongues danced together. It was so hot to watch. I unbuttoned my dress shirt as I witnessed it.

Linda cooed in delight. She squirmed there as I took off my shirt, watching our real and adopted daughter making out. It was so hot to witness. They were sisters now. I loved the sight of them making out. My cock throbbed and pulsed with this moment. It was so hot to witness.

I was so glad for it. My dick was so hard, just wanting to fuck them. I would do such wicked things to them. It was hot. My heart raced ideas as I undid my pants. I shoved off my slacks as the two underage cuties made out.

“Mmm, hubby’s dick is all hardy for our little girly girls,” cooed Linda. She grabbed my dick when it popped out of my boxers.

“That’s right,” I said. “Rachel, have you ever eaten pussy before?”

Rachel broke the kiss with my daughter and cooed, “No, Daddy! I’ve never ever never done sexy thingies with a girl before.”

“Time to learn,” I said. “Alice, sit on the couch. Rachel, kneel between her thighs. I’m going to fuck your pussy while you eat out your brand-new sister’s pussy. Just the way a good bimbo-slut should.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Rachel said. “Ooh, ooh, Alice, I’m gonna eat your pussy and lick it and eat it and make you all cummies and be such a goody great sister!”

Alice squealed in delight and threw herself on the couch. She spread her legs, revealing her shaved pussy. Her tight, young slit dripped with her juices. Her red pigtails draped over her shoulders and around her small boobies. Rachel darted to her. The blonde cutie dropped to her knees.

“Yummy nummy yummy!” gasped Rachel before she buried her face into my real daughter’s pussy.

As I moved into position, my wife started masturbating. She rubbed her fingers through her snatch and massaged her pussy. She thrust a pair of fingers into her cunt and watched me drop to my knees behind Rachel. My cock slapped down on her rump. I was so ready to fuck her teenage pussy.

To pound her underage cunt.

My dick ached for that moment. I slid my cock down her butt-crack and nuzzled into her pussy lips. I thrust into her hard. I buried deep into her. I savored her hot, young flesh around me. It was so amazing being in her snatch.

“Daddy,” she moaned into my daughter’s cunt as I field her snatch. “You’re so big. Bigger than my boyfriend!”

“You’re not dating any boys,” I told her.

“Okey-dokey, Daddy!” she cooed, her pussy squeezing around me.

“Boys are all grossy. I only want Daddy,” Alice said. She smiled at me. Such a sweet thing. God, I loved my little girls.

Linda masturbated as she watched me pull back. Rachel’s cunt gripped my dick. She held me tight with that hot snatch. It was fantastic to feel her pussy squeezing down around me. I thrust back into her twat, burying into her juicy flesh.

It was a thrill to fuck her like this. To bury into her over and over again. I savored that wonderful delight of fucking an underage cunt. I fucked her twat hard and fast. I buried into her, delighting in that amazing pussy.