Chapter 1

Gwen had just had her first audition in São Paolo. It hadn't gone well for the petite redhead. They had said they would call her, but she was pretty sure they wouldn't, even though they had been taken by her flashing green eyes. She suspected they were looking for someone more buxom. That was just part of the life of a struggling actress/singer/model. You had to hear a lot of No's and say no to a lot of nasty propositions before you found real offers. And she had managed to get real offers in Rio: back up singing, Sunday circular modeling and small 'experimental' theater work. Even a couple TV ads and a single line on a telenovela!

She could handle the small parts. She could handle the rejections. What had finally made her leave Rio were the constant attempts from every side to make her a whore. Producers, directors, photographers, hell, even her agent, had tried to get her to trade her ass for parts or con her into 'tasteful' nudity, one time in the company of a decidedly virile donkey.

But São Paolo was a classier city. She could make a name for herself here. She could use her many talents and determination to become a star! Oh, the temptation to sell out and fall back on her sexuality would always be there. It couldn't be avoided in the music/acting/modeling business. But Gwen knew that for every bimbo that wound up a starlet on some telenovela, there were hundreds that ended up, well... like the woman there in front of her. The blonde who was practically falling out of her black halter top. She was chatting up some lecherous old man, clearly looking to make some sort of financial arrangement that would involve him sticking something in her somewhere.

Gwen shook her head. The poor woman looked like a friend of hers from the small college town where she had grown up. Aline had always been pretty gullible. If she ever moved to the big city, Gwen wouldn't be surprised if some manipulative asshole of a pimp wouldn't have conned her into whoring just like this poor, stupid slut.

But wait. Could it be? WAS that Aline? She had been happily and safely working at home in her mother's bakery when Gwen left to seek her fortune. But that had been a couple years ago. She had heard odd rumors about Aline's best friend Nicole, but...

Gwen screwed up her courage and strode up to the prostitute.

"Aline, is that you?" she asked.

The prostitute turned and popped her eyes, grinning stupidly.

"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" the blonde squealed. "Gwen! Oh my god! <giggle>"

The prostitute hugged her, tightly. So tight, in fact, that her left boob DID pop out of the side of her halter top. Aline didn't seem to notice when she held Gwen back at arms length, looking her up and down and giggling, her eyes twinkling. Gwen stood dumbfounded. If anything, she had expected her old friend to run away in shame.

"Um, Aline, you've got a, um, a..." she said, indicating the exposed nipple with an emphatic glance, trying not to draw the attention of the old man behind Aline who was grinning wolfishly.

"Huh?" Aline asked, then finally saw what Gwen was indicating. "Oh! Whoopsie! <giggle> That happens all the time! I don't know why I don't just wear it like this!"

She popped her right boob out as well so the halter top bisected her cleavage and both tits bounced about unrestrained as she wiggled.

"What do you think, um... what was your name?" Aline asked, turning back to the old man who popped his eyes and stammered incoherently.

"You don't remember either, huh?" she asked. "Oh well! Anyway, Gwen, I was just about to suck this guy off, whatever his name is. You wanna share him?"

"Oh GOD, Aline!" Gwen exclaimed. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Aline asked, utterly clueless.

"Is there some trouble here ladies?"

Gwen looked up to see a police officer. The old man seemed to have disappeared rather quickly.

"No, officer, my, a friend here seems to be a little, um, under the weather," Gwen said, calling on all her acting skills and pushing Aline's large jugs back into their holder. "I was just about to take her home and, um, let her sleep it off."

"You do that," the officer said.

Gwen hurried her friend down the street and around the corner, muttering insistently to her to keep Aline from acting on her brilliant idea to proposition the police officer. Whether the officer was interested or not, it couldn't have ended well.

They came to a small park and Gwen convinced Aline to sit down on a park bench and then convinced her to put her knees together after flashing her twat for all to see. Little by little, and with some bazaar and often obscene tangents, Gwen got at least some of Aline's story out of her. At some point back in their hometown, Aline had decided she really, really liked sex. Obsessively so. She had proceeded to act on her urges. She had become a prostitute back in their hometown and her mother had thrown her out.

Aline had then tried to find her best friend Nicole, or Nica as Aline called her, planning to live with her, since Nicole had always been the smart one of the pair and, according to Aline, was the only girl Aline knew who liked sex as much as she did. The smart part agreed with what Gwen remembered of the two, but the nymphomaniac part was odd. Nicole had been quite conservative when Gwen had known her. Could it be the rumors were true?

Whatever the case, Aline had heard another rumor that Nica was living in São Paolo. So she sucked off a bus driver and found herself in the big city, utterly clueless about where in São Paolo Nica might be. She met a wonderful guy, Stelio, whom Gwen quickly figured out was her pimp. Aline gushed about how nice he was and how he took care of her needs-all of them. Then just the week before, Aline had actually found Nica! It was at a party, and apparently Aline had been very, very drunk, but Nicole had written her address on the inside of Aline's thigh with a permanent marker.

Aline hiked up her skirt to show Gwen. Gwen blushed furiously. In somewhat-faded blue ink, it read:

BimboTechBrasil
Rua Corderosa 804

Aline had tried several times to find her, but Stelio didn't think it was a good idea and Aline always got lost or distracted when she tired to get there on her own.

Gwen decided that if Stelio thought it was a bad idea, it was probably a good one. Nicole might be able to explain what the hell had happened to Aline. Happened to them both, perhaps. Aline had always been a bit of a bimbo. She needed someone to look out for her. Nicole may have failed at the task, but at least she had the foresight to give Aline her address, even if it was in a most unfortunate place. Perhaps Nicole was smart enough to realize any bit of paper entrusted to a plastered Aline was unlikely to remain with her. Gwen tried to think the best of her former schoolmate, though everything was pointing to both 'Nica' and Aline having made some really poor lifestyle choices. What the hell was BimboTechBrasil anyway? Taking Aline and finding out seemed a better choice than leaving her with Stelio.

It only took Gwen a moment to figure out which bus to take to get to BimboTechBrasil. She got Aline on the bus, discouraged her from sitting on the driver's lap, and got her to her seat. Aline babbled on and on about what a nice guy her pimp was and how she loved her new job whoring and how it kept her so busy that she never had time to look for Nica, which was why she had come to São Paolo in the first place, and didn't Gwen think that was funny?

Gwen did not think it was funny. Aline had always been a bimbo, and a bit of a slut when she'd been drinking, but she didn't seem drunk now. Now she seemed completely insane! Gwen hoped that Nicole could explain what had happened to their friend and if this "BimboTech" place had anything to do with it. Nicole had always been the most sensible of their group of friends back home. The most studious. Surely Gwen could get a straight answer from her. She obviously wasn't going to get one from Aline.

BimboTechBrasil was not in a nice part of town. Bars and liquor stores and cheap hotels surrounded it. Yet there were some very expensive looking vehicles parked outside. It was odd.

Gwen led Aline up the steps to the entrance. The windows of the building were all frosted, including that on the front door. Carved into the frosted glass was the silhouette of a large-breasted woman kneeling and the words BimboTechBrasil.

Gwen hesitated. This did not look like any place she wanted to be, friendship or no.

Aline had no hesitation, however, and she giggled, said 'Great Titties!' and opened the door.

"Aline, wait," said Gwen, but the blonde had already entered and then she shrieked. Gwen quickly followed and found another half-dressed woman was shrieking right back at Aline.

It took a moment for Gwen to realize that the high-pitched exclamations were of elation rather than horror. As the dark-haired woman scurried around her desk on soaring platform sandals and clutched Aline to her massive, barely-covered bosom, Aline returned her embrace with equal enthusiasm and the squeals of both women morphed into giggles.

"Gwen?" exclaimed the dark woman from over Aline's shoulder, having just noticed the red head. Releasing the blonde, the dark-haired woman exclaimed "GWEN!"

And then she was squealing again and coming straight at Gwen with those gargantuan silicone tits, arms open wide. Gwen stood there dumbfounded as her mind struggled to comprehend that this woman who appeared to be a hyperactive pornstar on nitrous was her former friend and schoolmate Nicole.

"Nicole!" Gwen exclaimed as she found herself being pressed by the over-ripe watermelons jutting from the receptionist's chest. "Nicole, what are... what the hell..."

Nicole wasn't just hugging her. She was actively rubbing herself against Gwen. She could feel the brunette's hard nipples tracing ellipses on her much smaller bust. It was creepy! She pushed Nicole back.

"Nicole!" she spat sharply. "What the hell are you doing? I came here because I thought you could explain what happened to Aline, but you're acting crazier than she is, whoring herself out on the street! What the hell is wrong with you two? You're a smart girl, Nicole! You were going places! What happened? I can almost understand Aline becoming some street slut, but you? This is crazy!"

"Oh, Gweny, Gweny, Gweny!" Nica exclaimed in exasperation. "You're not one of those bitchy girls who doesn't like cock, are you?"

"This isn't about me!" Gwen insisted. "This is about you two! Something is wrong with you! Something changed you! Look at yourself for God's sake!"

"I know what you need!" said Nica with a grin of revelation. She tottered back around her desk.

"Whatever drugs you're taking, you must be high if you think I'm going to take them too!" Gwen told her.

"It's not drugs, silly!" Nica insisted. "It's Happy Gas!"

"Happy what?" said Gwen with dawning horror. "Oh God!"

She turned to run for the door, but it was too late. She was enveloped in a sparkling pink fog. She tried to hold her breath, but it tickled her nose. And it smelled so nice. Like strawberries and roses and cotton candy. It was a tantalizing complex odor and, despite herself Gwen couldn't help sniffing. It was heavenly! Just heavenly! All the stress and worry and panic drained out of her. She wasn't sure what she had been upset about, but she was sure it wasn't important. Everything was goodness and light.

Somewhere in the fog, her good friends Nica and Aline were giggling. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. So Gwen giggled. She giggled and giggled and giggled until she didn't even remember her own name; She didn't regret the loss in the least. The fog cleared and she could see her friends once again, smiling as broadly as she herself was.

"See! I told you that would make it better!" said her dark haired friend with the impossible boobs. Gwen couldn't remember her friend's name or the giggling blonde's either, but she certainly was right. Everything was better!

"Carlos isn't here right now but you totally gotta meet Fabiane and Mr. Ruiz," Nica informed her "Especially Mr. Ruiz. He can make you pretty like me!"

The dark-haired, pale skinned woman indicated her tremendous artificially-enhanced rack, which jiggled at the enthusiasm. Gwen stared at the trembling mounds of flesh with fascinated incomprehension. But the dark-haired girl took her and the blonde by the elbow and led them deeper into the building. Gwen was happy to go with them.

The room that the receptionist led them to was spacious. A tank of green fluid was in one corner and there were several chairs, benches, tables and beds with strange high tech looking attachments. Atop one of the tables, a long, athletic-looking woman was lying naked, her white-blonde hair tumbling down to the floor, her enormous tits jutting toward the ceiling and bouncing rhythmically. The reason for their motion was the Portuguese man straddling her ribcage and thrusting his hard dick through her slicked-up cleavage as she pressed her mounds about his shaft and squealed in delight.

Gwen giggled. So did her blonde friend. She wasn't as blonde as the lady on the table. Was the blonder woman Gwen's friend? Was the man with the big cock? She hoped so. She was feeling very friendly.

The man looked up from the tits he was fucking, though he didn't miss a beat in his pelvic thrust.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Ruiz," said Gwen's dark-haired friend. "My friends Gwen and Aline came for a visit."

"THEY--NEED--BIGGER--TITS!" the man declared, and immediately shot goo all over the delighted bimbo on the table.

"I thought so!" the dark-haired woman agreed happily.

Gwen wasn't about to contradict them.

The Portuguese man dismounted the bimbo and pulled up his soft, loose pants. Completely disregarding the blonde with whom he was clearly finished, he approached Gwen with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

"Tell me about them!" he encouraged.

"They were, like, my friends back before Carlos and you made me a bimboslut!" the receptionist explained. "Aline is a total bimbo already! Her's was the first pussy I ever ate! <giggle> And she was the first one who ever ate mine too! Aaaah... Good times! Gwen was never a bimboslut, I don't think. She left town before I ever even started sucking dick! God, that was like forever ago! <giggle> She was bein' really bitchy when she came in, though, so I pushed the button. Now she's a happy girl, aren't you Gweny?"

Gwen giggled. They were talking about her!

"Hi, I'm Fabiane!" said the tall blonde bimbo who had jism all over her chest and face. She had gotten up and was standing behind the Portuguese man, whose gaze never left Gwen's chest even though he was talking to Nica.

Gwen's first friend, the one whom she had come in with, squealed. She scampered up to the tall blonde who had just introduced herself and started licking the jism off her chest. The tall, dripping woman bent slightly so the bimbo with dirty blonde hair could lick her face as well. Gwen giggled. She had never seen anything like this before.

"Go ahead and try it!" her dark-haired friend told her. "Mr. Ruiz always squirts out enough for two!"

Gwen didn't understand, so the dark-haired friend took her by the back of the head and propelled her face to the tall blonde's cum-covered left tit.