Chapter 4: "Let's Finish The Girl Off"

The lights went up.

Excited talk filled the room. Blushing bimbos teetered around in sexy French maid's uniforms. They tried to keep their serving plates out of the way of their wobbling titties. Some really had to stretch their arms to keep their proud melons from sweeping the glasses to the ground.

They hardly tried to avoid being pinched, though. Or having their swaying asses groped on their precarious expeditions. Some even had to put their plate away for a while to have their nipples sucked or their asses fucked.

A good little bimbo knows her priorities. Even if she'd never be able to say the word.

Fink was more than happy to explain his BimboTech enterprise to the many young lawyers present. He bid a few giggling blonde bimbos over and asked them to shed their last scanty pieces of fabric.

They hurried to oblige.

As a gifted teacher he explained the details of their improvements. He asked the young guys to feel the fake looking balloons on the girls' chests. Or the sweet pillows on their asses. By all means, gentlemen, feel the strangling power of their cunt-lips.

Never mind the girls, they love it.

He had them feel and grope and agree how real everything actually was. How firm yet soft their tits and ass cheeks were.

"It is all flesh, gentlemen."

No plastic or silicones allowed in King Fink's realm. "Silly cones," he called them.

However fake their delicious balloons might look, they were real. They swung real, they bounced real, they felt real. It was the irrefutable trademark of BimboTech perfection.

Fink smiled modestly at their praise. They hardly tried to hide their amazement. Or their permanent erections for that matter.

Fink continued his rounds. He went out of his way to assure all were having a good time.

"Don't let me intrude on your activities, gentlemen!" he boomed. Then he slapped the creamy ass of the bent over bimbo between two young guys. "Having a good time, Jani?" he asked. The girl had both her cunt and her mouth filled with excited lawyer-flesh.

She moaned happily. As did her lovers.

At last Fink arrived at the centre of the hall.

The glass-domed throne was cloaked in darkness. Only a vague silhouette of the girl inside could be seen. Fink knew she slept. A nice dose of tranquillizer had put her out.

She needed the rest. And she had earned it.

Her body had been altered with exhausting speed. Fink had decided to give her an hour of rest. Then he would wake her, just to doze her lights forever.

He'd give her the sweet gift of eternal silliness.

Fink sighed as he watched the modified vampire slayer. Yes, he had more and more gotten to understand his true mission in life. The true reasons behind BimboTech. Let all these prejudiced people call him a monster. Or a cruel and selfish bastard.

He knew better.

He had seen too many tired, bitter women enter his premises. Women unhappy with their lives, their imperfections, their boredom and stress. He had seen how they despaired of the impossible role modern society demanded of them. To be perfect mothers and successful business-women. To be emancipated, yet sweet and caring. To be whores and saints.

He had taken their despair and molded it into eternal bliss.

He had seen how happy he had made them. How he had lifted their burden of guilt. Taken away their disappointments. Freed them from their frustrations.

And the bane of their intelligence.

Yes. Fink might have started all this out of egotism and greed. But he knew that was all in the past. He was a savior now, the liberator of female misery.

He sighed and emptied his glass.

High time to wrap it up!

The lights in the vast hall dimmed.

All lights did, except the ones over the throne at the centre. They had been glaringly white before the intermission. They now glowed with a warm red.

Their rosy fingers caressed the girl's new skin and flesh. It granted her a flattering peachy softness.

Fink had found his way back to his own seat. It stood squarely opposite Buffy's. His cute little doll knelt at his feet. Her head lay in his lap. He stroked the cloud of silver hair.

Then he pushed a button on the armrest of his chair.

A shock hit the sleeping body on the throne. Panicked eyes flew open. Pulpous lips gasped in surprise. A high-pitched squeal split the growing silence.

"Sorry to wake you up like this, Buffy dear," Fink said with insincere concern. "But time has come, sweet darling."

Even at this distance he saw the panic creep into her wide-open eyes. The wonderful new tits started heaving. A stretched out moan struggled its way through the glass screen. Fink knew it was despair. But it sounded deliciously wanton.

The girl in his lap purred. She felt his cock stir against her cheek.

"Buffy," Fink said. His voice was forceful and filled with confidence. The newly created sex goddess sat straight in her seat, her eyes focused.

"Buffy. When this is over, you'll thank me. And all these good people around me."

Her head slowly shook a "no".

"Oh yes, Buffy," Fink went on. "You'll even be happy to thank them. It will be the one thing you'll want most. To thank people the way you do best. You'll suck their cocks. You'll lick their cunts and asses. And you'll be happy to drink their gifts to you. Believe me, sweet slut, you'll love to live the life of a glorious bimbo."

A smile came to all the bimbo-faces around him.

"Buffy, dear," Fink said, with a sigh. "It gave me satisfaction to see your friends find the happiness they craved for so long. Why would I deny you what they have? That really would be cruel. Look at the body I gave you? Why let it go to waste? Wouldn't that just be a sin?"