Chapter 6

The infamous incident at the marching band banquet, when Philbert's Bimbo Maker formula turned every woman at the dinner into a big-breasted, big-assed bimbo with a hypersensitive rear end that triggered orgasms by simply being touched, was the talk of the school the next day.

"Dude, did you see Mrs. Fontroy, the president of the parents' guild?" Philbert's friend Tim Tulliver said. "Her ass was the size of two basketballs, and she was humping her chair and screaming so loud you could hear her in the next ZIP code."

"Yeah, and then she really got excited when Mr. Tisdale, the band director, started spanking her," Philbert said. "Did you hear the way she was moaning? It sounded like she was having uncontrollable orgasms."

"I know," Tim said. "I saw her in the supermarket the next day and her ass was back to its normal size, although she was walking very carefully, probably because her cheeks still smarted from that spanking. She looked pretty embarrassed when I said hello to her. I guess she feels bad about putting on a show like that for the whole marching band."

They were eating lunch in the school cafeteria, and there were a number of girls who looked rather red-faced and guilt-stricken as they stood around -- most of them couldn't sit very easily, since their butts were extremely sore -- and whispered to each other about what happened on Saturday night at the banquet. Every girl who'd had a drink of the punch that Philbert spiked with his formula -- and that was pretty much the whole female membership of the band -- had turned into a squealing bimbo with an ass that could bring them to orgasm by the merest touch. The memory of how they'd acted -- especially when they plopped down on the laps of the men at the banquet and presented their huge, round rear ends for a firm spanking, and then had gone mad with ecstasy every time their bottoms were spanked -- well, those memories were causing a major emotional guilt trip now that the effects of the Bimbo Maker formula had worn off.