Bimbo! Bimbo like me!

By DX

Shiloh paused, and peered out the window to admire the beautiful girl standing there. She had cascading golden hair that framed her perfect, sculpted face. She had wide, summer sky blue eyes perched atop blushing cob apple cheeks. Her tiny chin was nearly obscured by her soft, puffy, pointing lips, glistening like strawberry candies. She had a long, regal neck that towered above her massive breasts that shifted beneath her tight sweater like two, water filled beach balls.

A flash of jealousy tinged Shiloh face as she marveled at the woman’s bosom. She cupped her own mounds, so big her arms couldn’t fully embrace them, just as the woman standing out side her window did, obviously sizing up Shiloh.

She waved to the woman at the same moment the woman waved at her.

Shiloh blushed, as did the woman in the mirror, embarrassed she was being so silly at her own reflection. She checked her tight dress, sliding her hand down her curvy backside. As she did, she noticed her hand. It looked seemingly odd to her it was there. She then remembered she had an appointment to have the Doctor remove her arms next week. Arms were superfluous and distracting. She didn’t need them or want them.

But she did need feet, she thought, and she bent at the waist to see her shoes, but her breasts blocked the view. She was sure she was wearing her high, ballerina toe shoes since the room felt much shorter.

Taking her time going down the stairs, her massive breasts sliding about, she felt she was forgetting something. Something important.

Then she remembered when she saw him standing in the foyer. He came everyday and let her suck his cock until his hot liquid shot across her tongue and down her throat.

It was all she wanted. It was all she ever wanted. At least, it was all she could remember. She had hazy dreams of when she was an Executive Vice President, when she had an MBA. Images of affording a beautiful house, a sleek expensive car and a fat, well-funded stock portfolio, flittered just out of vision. She could see a face she didn’t remember, her face, before her eyebrows were tatooed on, before she had her teeth extracted and her gums injected with silicone. She could remember speaking and being articulate because her lips weren’t packed with implants making them squishy doughnuts.

She watched him lay back on the couch and the fire between her legs began to build. She had the Doctor remove her vagina and clitoris, leaving only a tiny pee hole. It only gave men the option of fucking her and she couldn’t risk not getting that savory cum in her mouth. The operation was only cosmetic, so she was horny, outrageously so, but it was nothing compared to the driving hunger of sucking his cock.

A hunger greater than her impassioned hatred for him.

He had done this to her. She was an auditor and she tracked down his web of corporate theft and discovered he had stolen millions. He had used his amazing hacking skills and created a network that made many others appear to have stolen the money. While his method eluded her, she was able to track his finances and brought him to justice.

But before the police could find him, he vanished.

She retrieved most of the money, got a promotion and all was right with the world. She decided to take her promotion money to have her breasts augmented. It was uncharacteristic for her, but she did it anyway.

It was about that time the cravings began.

As they did now.

A clear line of drool stretched from her lips and vanished into her cavernous cleavage as she awkwardly lowered to her knees.

"This is the last time, you and I." He said, slowly pulling the tongue of his belt, teasing her, making her wait. "It took a lot of time to set up my network again to recoup my money, but it’s done now." He slipped the button on his trouser as she hobbled closer on her knees. "The secret is screen flicker." He said. "The monitor refresh rate. The computer screen flashes some, 120 images per second. You don’t see it because it’s so fast, but everything on a monitor is constantly being created and deleted. I just learned that by adjusting the rate ever so slightly, sliding in 121 images a second, I could put in images that your conscious mind won’t see." He slowly drew down his zipper and she shivered, hovering over him. "Then if I cranked it to 240 images a second I can have instructions permanently engraved into your sub-conscious. The others didn’t know what they were doing. Absentmindedly linking accounts and depositing the money into my control." He parted his trousers, letting free his manhood.

"Pweez!" Shiloh cried, trying to talk with her soft, fattened lips. "Pweez let me tshuk you!"

He regarded her, searching her blue, blue vacant eyes. "You had to ruin my plans. So I downloaded a very special program for you. My revenge program." His eyes laughed in sadistic delight. "A bimboization program. I made you think you loved nothing more than the taste of cum. You would surgically alter your body, your face, to be the perfect cum dumpster. You would be unable to stop yourself, most the time not even realizing you had signed up for extreme plastic surgery." He leaned back, his eyes roving over her beautiful face. "The more you worked in front of that computer, the more the program burrowed into your brain."

He nodded and she fell on his cock, her lips fastening onto the head and slowly drawing it down her throat. He closed his eyes, moaning, "Oh, God! I’m gonna miss that! I’m going to reuse this program again. I need another like you." He said, watching her head bob up and down.

She reveled in the smooth feel of his skin sliding over her tongue. She could use her plush lips, her silicone enhanced gums, her altered tongue to hit every point on his manhood, teasing him, making it all last. She wanted his cum badly, but she knew that if she prolonged his pleasure, his liquid fire would be so much more robust in taste and volume. She wanted nothing more than to drain his cock.

Shiloh nestled her nose into the wirehair of his groin and found his man odor was intoxicating. She only had to shift her head slightly to get him to quiver and sigh. He just laid back and let it happen.

"My program," He gasped, still bragging his victory. "is brilliant, but it has a flaw. Ah!" He shivered. "It destroys the brain. It can’t process the accelerated screen refresh rates and it slowly fries the nerves. It made for the perfect crime. My unwitting stooges? Eventually they have little brain left. Ooooh yes, suck it baby. The perfect accomplice. They’d go on permanent disability and unable to remember anything. God, that’s good!" He shouted, battling to keep his composure. "But you? I want you to remember so I made sure to leave a little brain in you, so you could look at yourself, sucking mad cock, nothing but a bimbo and helpless to do anything about it." He quaked, knowing it wasn’t long now. "You would know for the rest of your short life that I beat you, and teach you not to interfere with my plans. Oh, yes!" He cried. "You would crave cock so much you’d wander out of the house and forget where you lived. Unable to find your way back, yes, yes, ah, yes, you’d eventually suck some diseased cock and die in the gutter, a discarded doll, and all the while you would know that it was I who put you there!"

His cock exploded and Shiloh took all his warm man juice into her body, feeling the hot, slippery butter flood her mouth and throat. She gulped it all down like a starving woman, draining every drop from him.

She looked up at him, her tongue licking her lips. "Thang you. Thang you tho muth!"

He laughed. "I killed you and you fucking thank me. This is perfect!" He shook his head, amazed his plan worked out this good. "Well! That was fun, but it’s time for me to head out. The law is on to me, but I’ve crafted enough fake identities and passports so I’ll be two countries over before they know I’m gone." He smiled at her, matching the glow of her happy, satisfied eyes. "You won’t see me again, but you will lust for my cum. I put a line of code in your brain that will always tell you that my cum is the best." He zipped up his trousers. "Goodbye, my Bimbo."

"Way!" She cried, almost in a panic. "Don weave! You forot thomthing."

He stopped in mid-rise, eying her in askance. "Really? I forgot something?" He gave a half smile, goading her. "and what could I have forgotten?"

She shivered, her breasts trembling as her eyes peered into his. "You may a mithake."

He scoffed. "Really? I made a mistake?" He looked up musing, tapping his chin. "What could that be?" His face opened into a brilliant smile. "Nope! It’s the perfect scheme. I get millions of dollars and get off scott-free and you become a brainless, cock sucking bimbo."

"Yeth, thee, when you pwogramed me, you may me wan your cum tho bad. When I get it, I thop thinning abwout it for a while. It clears my head and I can thin."

His smile was cruel. "Well that was your last, so you enjoy this… clear time."

"Yeth, it all maketh thenth now. The fwame rate! Of course!"

He nodded. "Yes, we’ve been over this. I’ve got a flight outta the country to catch."

"No!" She called out, reaching for him. "I’m thopothe to distwact you."

"Distract me? For what?"

"Tho you doan thee the man thneeking up behind you."

He laughed at her lame attempt to stall him. "Bitch, that is the oldest trick in the book." He waved as he turned away. "Good bye, Shiloh. Or should I say, Bimboh!"

His laugh was caught in his throat as a ham hock fist crashed into his face. The world spun as the floor leapt up at him and slammed into him. As he swooned he saw the ugly fist growing in his vision before lights flashed and the world blacked out.

Anger blazed within him as he clawed back to consciousness. He was growling, surprised at her cleverness of convincing some geek to sucker punch him. He was going to kick his ass, tie him to a chair in front of a computer and rot his brain. And her? He’d cut that plastic surgery face of hers and beat it to a pulp. Good luck finding cock to suck looking like a fright show.

He struggled to get up but his arms felt like lead. He could feel the bite of leather on his wrists and ankles and across his chest. He wretched and pulled only to find he was strapped to a gurney. He shouted, but there was no sound.

A face appeared over him. She had mousy brown hair and her dark, coal mine black eyes peered through glasses. She had a button nose, and soft lips curled in a bemused smile. She was in white, with a nurse’s cap pinned to her hair. "Hi." She said. "I’m nurse Eve. We haven’t met. I’m to be your caretaker from now on." She motioned with her chin. "That guy there with the wiry hair is Dr., well, we’ll call him Dr. X, today. He performs all the plastic surgeries for the porn stars. He made Shiloh the woman she is today." She looked over her shoulder. "And that guy is Dr. Y. DDS. He did all of Shiloh’s dental work."

The man looked up from a tray of instruments. "I Vant you to be calling me Dok-tor Omega!"

Nurse Eve nodded. "Ah, yes, my mistake. Doctor Omega, DDS." She then looked around. "And last but not least that walking wall of meat who you met earlier… Where’d he go. Ah! Currently getting his dick sucked by Shiloh… Hey! We had a deal! He is supposed to fuck me!" She shook her head. "They can’t hear me." She watched them go at it. "Mark my words that monster cock will be in my pussy before the day is through." She absentmindedly began to finger her nipple. In seconds she could tug on the swelling bud through her nurse’s uniform. "Oh, God, look at the size of that cock, and it just magically slides into her head." She cupped her breast and massaged it. "Oooh, yeah."

He bucked against the straps, rattling the gurney. Nurse Eve looked down at him, annoyed he interrupted her fantasy. "What’s your hurry? You’ll be fucked today. In fact, you’re being fucked right now." Her eyes sparkled when she smiled. "So where was I? Yes, the man with the cock soon to be in my pussy is local wrestling celebrity, Hurricane Howard and he will be our orderly today." She turned and watched Shiloh’s fat red lips slide down the turgid shaft. "Seriously, how does she do that? I mean, I don’t think I can take all of that. It would punch right through my cervix." She looked back at her patient. "I am certainly gonna try though." She laughed at her joke, all the while rolling her nipple with her fingers through the cloth of her uniform. "Oh, stop trying to scream for help. We’ve already put a trachea tube in." Her hand vanished below his chin and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He struggled against it but she only laughed before taking her hand away. He could hear the whistle coming from the tube in his neck as he sucked air. "God, I have to be nice to dick head patients all day and now it is such a joy to return the favor." Her dark eyes roved over his face. "I get to torment you for the rest of your life. You’re my bread and butter now." She nodded smiling, her dimples popping into her cheeks. "So! Let me explain. Shiloh and I were roomies in college. And when you did what you did to her, for some reason a couple hours a day she could think. She realized too late what had happened, but she minimized the damage. Squared away her stock portfolio and stuff, and she called me to help care for her. She hatched this plan to catch you. See, she built up some clients. Cocks she could suck on a regular basis. Well, that comes with a bit of loyalty. They were more than happy to pitch in. The only missing part was how you did it and now, thanks to your bravado, we do. It’s only a matter of time for the I.T. guys figure it out and recreate your brain killer program."

She stepped out of the way to allow Dr. X to set up overhead lights. When he was done, she stepped back. "So when Hurricane over there has blown his nut down Shiloh’s throat, he’s going to stagger over here and force this mouth spreader in your jaws and lock them open. Then Doctor Omega, DDS, is going to yank out all of your teeth. You’ll be awake for that. Then I will put you under anesthesia and Dr. X here will cut off your arms and legs." She stroked his arm. "Right at the shoulder here," She pointed. "and the tops of your thighs here." Her cool hand against his leg made him shiver. "Just enough leg to keep you from falling on your face every five seconds." She poked his penis, laying flaccid against his lower belly. "We’re cutting this off. You won’t need it. But the Doc will install a shunt, right into what’s left of your urethra. A small electrical stim will be attached to your prostate. It will constantly tell your body to ejaculate and all that sperm goo will go into the shunt and then collected. This way, Shiloh can get all your sperm. Pee from your bladder with be re-plumbed and sent directly to a urinal."

Nurse Eve looked over at Hurricane as he grunted and came in what looked like buckets. "Oh, yeah, you better save some of that for me." She looked down at him. "I’m actually terrified of that monster cock. Terrified. I can’t wait!" She blinked. "Where was I? Oh, yes! Did I mention that you won’t have the sensation of orgasm? You’ll constantly ejaculate, but never actually cum. Sucks to be you. Then over the next few weeks your face will be redone and you’ll get ginormous boobs and big ol’ lips and in between all of that you’ll be propped up in front of a computer and programmed to suck cock twenty hours a day. In between sessions I’ll hose you down. You will get four hours to sleep and on Sunday you’ll get a full clean. And clients? Well, it’s kinda neat. To avoid prostitution laws, invited clients will join a club membership for thirty five dollars that’s good for twenty minutes. It allows them access to your room. That’s it. We don’t promise anything. The client can do nothing or whatever he wants. We don’t sell sex, but you’ll be sitting there, all bimbo like with hungry eyes because your only source of nutrition will be in that guy’s balls." Her eyes smiled. "Do the math. Thirty-five bucks three times an hour for twenty hours, six days a week. Twelve thousand, six hundred bucks a week. We offer specials and package deals to insure our clean customers return. That pays my salary and Shiloh lifestyle."

Hurricane was zipping up his fly as he shambled over like Frankenstein’s monster. Doctor Omega, DDS. was setting up his equipment which appeared to be a sinister series of pliers. Shiloh was still on her knees, her eyes closed and her head tilted back to allow all the cum to slide down her throat. She was playing with her fat, rubbery lips, entertained by the sensuality.

"And you?" Nurse Eve looked back at him. "You will have only one program in your head, to want to suck cock and swallow cum but revolted by it all once you swallow. You’ll have most your brain, all your memory, but unable to do anything but suck more cock and hate yourself forever." She watched as Shiloh got up, taking a moment to catch her balance on her ballerina feet. "And Shiloh," Nurse Eve’s voice saddened. "She wants to go in front of your machine again. She knows she can never get her brains back, so instead she wants the rest gone. She will only have ignorant bliss. She will forget who I am, her friend. But she will be happy to suck cock and that is all. She will have her clients who will help her out with that. We won’t change them, but I’m sure I can convince one or two a day to fuck me instead." She breathed a sigh. "And I will be here to care for Shiloh for the rest of her life," She looked at him. "and yours too." She looked up at the doctors. "Seems we’re ready!" She slipped on her surgical mask.

He tried to fight, but Hurricane grabbed his head and forced his jaw open. Doctor Omega slipped in a jaw spreader and with a few cranks forced them apart. With Hurricane holding his head steady, Doctor Omega selected one of his scarier pliers.

Doctor Omega paused.

Shiloh loomed over him. Clear drool hung on her bottom lip forming a long, stretching slow motion drop. She was smiling. "Don’t figh, ith will onwee make ith worth. You are tho good at making bimbo, tho now you will be a bimbo, bimbo like me!"

He fought anyway, watching Doctor Omega approach, but Hurricane’s strength was undeniable. As he felt the steel pliers against his tooth, followed by the horrible wrenching pain of it being yanked out, the words echoed in his head.

Bimbo, bimbo like me.