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[thesympatheticdevil]

Autumn Falls

Autumn had a goal of spending an hour every afternoon researching for her book at the local coffee shop. It was always quiet and the wifi was so much better there than it was at her apartment complex!

In October, the old couple who owned the place retired and Autumn was afraid the new owner would change the vibe of her favorite hangout, but he didn't seem to have any big plans for renovations. He recognized a good thing when he saw it, apparently.

Really, the only change Autumn noticed was that they stopped carrying her normal brand of artificial sweetener. But how different could one brand be from another?

It was different, apparently. At least Autumn found herself adding more and more of it. By November she routinely started with three packets and often ended up adding a couple more before finishing and ordering another coffee.

She was drinking a lot more coffee lately. But coffee and research went hand in hand! And if she couldn't sleep at night, that was more time to write the actual book!

Though somehow she always ended up watching television instead. It was hard to focus on writing "A Feminist History of Chicago" when she was all keyed up.

The new owner, Blake, was really nice. By December, she considered him a friend.

After her second cup with five sweetener packets and a new hazelnut artificial creamer Blake had recently discovered, she confessed her frustration with the writing process.

He listened sympathetically as he poured her another coffee. He hadn't been judgemental at all when she revealed the title of her book. Most guys ran away screaming.

Blake suggested rather than just doing her research at the coffee shop, she try writing at the coffee shop too. No TV to tempt her!

"And no fridge!" She exclaimed, accepting the coffee he handed her. "I've gained like 10 pounds since October!"

"It looks good on you!" Blake said rather than deny the obvious.

Autumn blushed. The most noticeable difference was that she'd gone up a cup size,

By New Years she had gone up 3 cup sizes. It was the weirdest thing. She mostly just drank coffee these days and with artificial sweetener and artificial creamer it was practically zero calories!

But she didn't really worry about it. She didn't worry much about anything, lately. Blake had convinced her not to fly home to Nebraska for Christmas and it was the second best suggestion he'd given her!

The first best was how to deal with her writer's block. As a life long barrista, he'd seen his share of frustrated writers. He knew all sorts of tricks.

The one she pounced on was erotica. Blake insisted all kinds of writers fell back on it. And it made sense. The best cure for writer's block was to keep writing! So if her brain didn't want to find the words for A Feminist History of Chicago, she'd just take a break to write smut!

It was very freeing. After all, she had no intention of showing it to anyone. So she could let her imagination run wild! Wild and filthy!

She hadn’t realized she had so much pent up sexual energy! She hadn’t dated since she finished grad school a year ago, what with the book taking up all her free time. But once the floodgates were open, she found her fingers were anxious to express just what she'd been missing on the keyboard.

And elsewhere. Those floodgates opened too!

So when Blake suggested a week or so later that maybe they should try dating, it wasn't surprising that she just jumped him and demanded he fuck her in the storage room. She'd actually written a story just like that the day before right there in the coffee shop.

It was fortunate for Autumn that they had started dating when they did. Autumn had been slacking in the boring office she took to make rent while she worked on her book after grad school and her boss had finally let her know she wasn't needed anymore.

She texted Blake to tell him she'd been fired and headed straight to the coffee shop. He had a coffee all doctored up for her when she came through the door, twice as sweet and creamy as her usual. He was just such a nice guy!

She calmed down quickly in the presence of her coffee and her boyfriend. Everything would be fine, she could move in with Blake in the apartment above the coffee shop! Sure, it was moving a little fast, but it made perfect sense. If she had a place to stay, she'd have some breathing room to find a better job.

Blake assured her they'd be fine financially. The coffee shop was doing very well. Now that he mentioned it, Autumn had noticed the place always seemed to be packed lately whenever she looked up from her laptop.

In April, Blake found her a job.

First, he had to make a confession. He'd been reading her smut. He'd had full access to her laptop ever since he took over the coffee shop's wifi router. Autumn knew intellectually that she should have been outraged at the violation of her privacy. But he'd been strategic enough to confess after vigorously violating her asshole and she always had such a hard time getting mad at him after anal.

He thought she had tremendous talent as an erotica writer and he wasn't just saying that because he was fucking her. Autumn found herself being flattered and the next thing she knew she was letting Blake set up a website for her.

Now she was actually being paid to be a writer! It wasn't exactly what she'd gone to grad school for and A Feminist History of Chicago hadn't been touched in weeks, but people were paying to read her stuff!

She wondered how much of it was her nudes that she let Blake pepper her stories with, but Blake assured her that those photos were just the visual icing on her literary cake! And she believed him, of course. She'd never trusted anyone so much in her life!

By July, she'd branched out to recording her stories. The audio files were even more popular, possibly because she always brought herself to orgasm at least once during a story, or let one of the playmates do it.

The playmates were all Autumn's idea, but Blake was really supportive. Autumn had noticed that the coffee shop had become a hang out for a lot of really stacked hot chicks at some point. She wasn’t sure when. She lived in the now and didn't worry about the past.

But the more smut she wrote, the broader her sexual tastes and curiosities became and every busty bimbo that walked into the coffee shop reminded her that she was an erotica writer who had never actually had a threeway. That was untenable! The first rule of writing was wrrite what you know!

But as soon as she expressed her needs, Blake jumped into action! He was such a supportive boyfriend! Soon a series of slutty slatterns were on rotation in their bed.

She realized that, as a feminist, referring to other women as sluts and bimbos was a little shocking. But she referred to herself with those terms and asked Blake to call her his bouncy buxom bimboslut, so it wasn't like she was a hypocrite or anything. Really, she was reclaiming those terms from the patriarchy!

All their playmates seemed to get it. They were all such luscious little cunts and loved it when Blake and Autumn affirmed their bimbo positivity! Autumn sometimes wondered how Blake ended up finding so many like-minded fuckdoll feminists. It was almost like one of the stories she had written about an evil genius who used drugs and subliminal hypnosis through public wifi to acquire a harem of juggy nymphos.

But Autumn's playmates were hardly a harem. They were just like-minded sluts with increasingly large tits who enjoyed being fucked by Autumn and her boyfriend!

By October, Blake had let her know that he had, in fact, been drugging the women in his coffee shop and using the wifi to upload subliminal to their phones and laptops to turn them into bimbosluts like Autumn.

He really was so very clever. Autumn knew how lucky she was to be his girlfriend when he had so many other options. Despite him having near total control over her thoughts after a year of conditioning, he still only asked her to do things she really, really wanted to do!

Blake really was the perfect boyfriend. And Autumn had fallen for him hard.

End

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[thesympatheticdevil]

I'm sorry, who were you again?

Tim Hollander, Professor! I'm in your Intro Psych course.

Oh yes, that's right. And how did you get into my house?

You gave me your address and left the back door unlocked for me.

Oh yes, that's right. You'll have to excuse me. After we had that argument after class, I drove straight home and kept masturbating until I couldn't think straight. I barely remember my own name at this point, I've been edging for so long. I don't even remember what we were arguing about.

I was saying you could hypnotize people into doing things they wouldn't normally do and you were saying hypnosis doesn't work that way.

Oh yes, that's right. It was a silly argument, really. Anyway, do you suppose you could fuck me so I can finally come?

I'd be glad to, Professor!

Oh goodie!

🔥👅❤️

[thesympatheticdevil]

MILF Party

"There she is!" Deena exclaimed. "I was just telling Leticia we should find our hostess, wasn't I Leticia!"

"She totally was!" Leticia confirmed. "She was, like: This is such a great party! We should thank Mary for inviting us!"

"Of course!" Mary said. "It's not like I had a choice! Patrick has been controlling my mind from the moment he turned 18! When he told me to make a list of my friends with great tits, how could I not put you two on the top!"

Mary's friends giggled and arched their backs proudly.

"Well, we did get first and second place in the wet t-shirt contest, " Deena conceded. "But only because you and your fine titties recused yourselves!"

"Well it would hardly be fair for me to be a contestant," Mary said. "I mean, mmy son was the judge! Plus he got me this dress just for his MILF party!"

"It is a FABULOUS dress!" Leticia observed.

"I know, right?" Mary exclaimed. "I never could have worn something like this before Patrick made me a shameless hussy! I'm just so grateful!"

"You deserve it!" Deena exclaimed. "You raised a remarkable young man! Most guys his age that developed mind control powers would be off to the nearest sorority house or cheerleader training camp! Your son's first thought was to turn you and all your friends into raging nympho sluts!"

"You said it, Deena!" Leticia agreed, raisingher glass. "We have Mary and her massive mommy milkers tempting Patrick to thank for inspiring him to make us milfy whores we are today! Here's to your tits and Patrick's oedipal complex!"

Mary blushed and giggled in pride.

"So!" Said Deena. "Did Patrick make you bisexual too?"

"Oh fuck yes!" Mary confessed.

"We were hoping so," Leticia said. "Time to really thank our hostess, Deena!"

[thesympatheticdevil]

Fraternization Policy

"Hey Mayra! We're here for the meeting!" Maggie announced.

"Oh my god, Maggie! What are you wearing? " Asked the HR specialist in horror.

"Isn’t it the best?" The Chief Financial Officer gushed. "Scott picked it out for me! He likes that it shows off my boobs! That's kinda why we need to meet with HR, actually!"

The blonde executive flounced into one of the chairs in front of Mayra's desk.

The young man who had come in with her took the chair beside her with a predatory grin.

"As you know," Maggie said. "Company policy requires that if two employees enter into a personal relationship, they need to disclose it to HR. And Scott and I entered into a very personal relationship yesterday! <giggle> So we're here to make it official!"

"Are you drunk, Maggie? " Mayra asked.

"I'm drunk on love!" The executive declared.

"And also mimosas, " the young man reminded.

"And also mimosas! " Maggie conceded. "But mostly love!"

"This is just really inappropriate!" Mayra exclaimed. "What department are you in again?"

She directed the question at Scott.

"I'm in the Finance department," he said with a smirk. "Maggie is my boss."

"But only if the office! " Maggie clarified, "Thomas totally takes charge in the bedroom!"

"Okay, that's enough of that!" Mayra said, pointing a finger at the CFO. "You can't talk like that at work, Maggie! And you certainly can't date a direct report! What is wrong with you?"

"There’s nothing wrong with Maggie," Scott said, placing a possessive hand on her upper thigh, just under the hem of her very short skirt. "She's my perfect little bimbo boss!"

The blonde executive giggled and nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

Mayra flushed in anger.

"If this is supposed to be some sort of joke, it isn't funny!" She fumed.

"Now Mayra, calm down," Scott said, an odd infection in his voice.

"I... I won't... calm.... down..." she said, calmly.

"Everything is going to be okay, Mayra," he assured her. "After all, we're following company policy! We're informing HR about our relationship, just like we're supposed to! You should be happy we're following the corporate fraternization policy!"

"But... but you're her direct report.." Mayra objected, feeling very confused. "And you called her a bimbo... That's sexual harassment... I think..."

Thinking was getting harder and harder.

"You know better than that, Mayra," Scott chided. "Sexual harassment is unwanted sexual attention. Do you want me to call you my bimbo boss, Maggie? "

"Yes!" Maggie exclaimed, then giggled. "I LUV it when you call me your bimbo boss!"

"And are you offended when I say you've got fine, firm titties, Maggie?" He asked.

"Pshaw! No, I'm not offended!" The executive denied. "It makes my hot lil' cunnie go all gushy!"

"And would you feel harassed if I told you to strip off your suit and dance around in your panties for Mayra and me?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she stood and shed her suit.

"Do I look like I feel harrassed?" She asked.

Mayra stared dumbfounded at the nearly naked senior executive in her office.

"You... you shouldn't show me your titties... I mean your boobies... I mean your numnums..." Mayra said to Maggie's rack, unable to look away,

"You're not saying she should be ashamed of her own body, are you Maryra?" Scott objected. "That seems really inappropriate! "

"No! No... of course not... her body is fine... her titties are fine... her titties are so very fine..." Mayra corrected her mistake, still staring at the blonde's fine titties.

"And so it's fine to proudly show off her fine titties at work," Scott reasoned.

"Yeah... that's fine..." Mayra agreed.

"And if it's fine for Maggie, it's fine for you, isn't it Mayra?" Scott concluded. "After all, you're proud of your big juicy titties. You want us to appreciate your big juicy titties. You want to show us your big juicy titties and that's just fine!"

"It's just fine to show you my big, juicy titties, " Mayra agreed as she removed her blouse. "I want to do it. You want to see them. So it's not sexual harassment! "

And now Maggie and Scott are admiring her big bare titties and it was just fine. More than fine. It was awesome!

Mayra giggled. She'd never felt so happy in her whole life.

"You have an incredible pair of titties, Mayra," Scott said. "You don't mind me saying that do you?"

"Of course I don't mind!" She said, the accent she usually tried to suppress coming through. "It's totally true! I do have incredible titties! Plus I think maybe I'm a bimbo!"

"Oh yes, you're most definitely a bimbo, Mayra," he assured her.

Mayra giggled.

"And that's fine, isn't it?" She asked.

"Oh, it's more than fine, isn’t it Maggie? " he asked his boss.

"It's awesome!" She exclaimed, sitting back down. "Being a bimbo is the best!"

Scott chuckled. Mayra giggled. Maggie giggled.

"So, will you fill out the form saying we're authorized to have a personal relationship under the company fraternization policy? " Scott asked Mayra.

"Oh sure!" Mayra agreed. "I mean, even though she's your boss, it's not like Maggie is taking advantage of you! How could she? She's a total bimbo!"

Maggie giggled and nodded in agreement while Mayra found the right form.

She asked them a few questions about their relationship, some of which were needed for the form, most of which were just because she was curious. Scott stopped looking at her big juicy titties to glance at the form.

"There’s only spaces for two names?" He asked.

Mayra glanced at the form, then back at Scott.

"I mean, yeah..." she said. "One for you and one for Maggie, your bimbo boss!"

"But isn’t that discriminatory against people in polycules?" He asked.

"Polycules?" Mayra asked.

"Yes," he said. "How do you use the personal relationship disclosure form if three coworkers want to enter into a personal relationship with each other?"

Mayra stared at the blatantly discriminatory form. She may be a bimbo, but she was still an HR professional. She needed to fix this!

She penned her name in the margin next to Maggie's.

She looked up at Scott and Maggie, hoping for a sign of approval.

They both had predatory grins has they circled her desk to make things official.

End

[thesympatheticdevil]

A Parting Gift

When I returned from the dentist, I had gotten a dreaded "see me in my office" IM from my dick of a boss. So I hurried to his office because any delay would result in a grilling as to what I had accomplished in the meantime.

But when I got to Josh's office, a babe with massive hooters in a slinky teal dress was perched on his desk.

"Oh, uh, hi!" I stammered. "I was looking for Josh. Um. Did you have a meeting with him too?"

Did I dare hope I was going to be working with this half-dressed hottie? She giggled musically.

"I am Josh, Mr. Bradwell!" She exclaimed. "Or at least, I was Josh. I guess I really should change my name... Oh! No, YOU should change my name! What do you want my name to be now?"

"I, um... what?" I said brilliantly.

"You remember Ben Holland, right?" She asked.

"Um, yeah. He's worked here with me for over five years," I said.

"Not anymore! " She announced, then giggled. "He quit on accounta he rescued an injured space alien that gave him super powers! He just came in this morning to give notice and turn me into a bimboslut and fuck my brains out! You missed him cuz you had a dental appointment this morning."

"I...um...that seems really unlikely," I said.

"I know, right?" The self described bimboslut exclaimed, flipping her hair and jiggling her boobs. "But it totally happened! Swear to God!"

I stared at her improbable tits as it was becoming quite apparent she didn't object to me doing so and it took gargantuan effort not to.

"Well, I'm sorry I missed Ben," I admitted to her tits. "I always liked the guy."

"He really liked you too, apparently!" The woman claiming to be Josh said. "So he left you a gift! And it's me!"

"Um... Excuse me?" I said.

"I'm your gift from Mr. Holland! " She declared. "I'm your very own bimbo love slave! I'll do anything you tell me to do! Forever!"

"You're my bimbo love slave," I said, incredulous. "Transformed from my boss by my coworker who now has alien superpowers. This is a joke, right?"

"It does make me giggle! " the woman confessed, giggling. "But most things make me giggle now! On accounta the whole bimboslut thing, ya'know?

She giggled some more.

"I think Mr. Holland was trying to punish me," she continued once the giggles subsided. "But I think maybe he screwed up! Cuz I am soooo happy to see you, Mr. Bradwell, knowing I'm your bimbo love slave, that I feel like the luckiest girl in the world! It's like he made me too dumb and horny to even know I'm supposta be mad about it!"

Now of course I thought the whole idea was absurd. But I was having a hard time contradicting anything that was making this woman come on to me. I thought she was insane, but I'm not an idiot!

"Well, I'm glad you're not mad about it," I said, "Because he made you absolutely gorgeous!"

"Oh, Mr. Bradwell!" She sighed. "You have no idea how happy that makes me! I want to be pretty for you! I want to be your ideal bimboslut!"

She used her upper arms to squeeze her massive melons towards me. Joke or not, insane or not, I knew then I was going to take this as far as I could.

"So what should my name be?" She asked.

"I, uh, always liked the name Delilah," I admitted.

"OMG! It's perfect!" She exclaimed, then squealed. "I'm your bimbo love slave, Delilah!"

"You really like it?" I asked.

"I LOVE it!" She insisted. "It's perfect! Everything you give me is perfect cuz you're perfect! I don’t even remember what my name was before because you named me Delilah and so that's my name! Can I thank you for my name, Mr. Bradwell?"

"Um, you're welcome, Delilah," I said.

She giggled.

"No, I mean REALLY thank you, Mr. Bradwell!" She said.

"How do you want to thank me?" I asked.

"God, I mean, I'd thank you anyway you told me to, but if I had a choice, I'd really, really, REALLY like to suck your dick!"

Now I was still expecting Josh to come into his office at any moment. And having my boss find me getting a blow job from a prostitute and/or crazy woman was bound to be awkward. But in all honesty, I was one more reprimand away from getting fired or quitting anyway and this would make for a much better story than any other final straws I had to choose from.

I dropped my pants. The bimbo squealed and hopped off Josh's desk and dropped to her knees.

And she was good. Oh so good! Within two bobs of her head, I was convinced she wasn't crazy. She must be a high end prostitute hired by Ben. Ben must have won the lottery or something, quit his job and left me this incredible working girl with a crazy story as a way to thank me for sharing my stash of mini snickers for the past 5 years.

I mean, how else was she just swallowing my cock like that, her big eyes staring up adoringly? She stroked my balls as her tongue swished along the underside of my dick, her throat clutching at the head. I came. She swallowed greedily, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she shuddered.

She let my cock slip from her mouth and she reverently repackaged me in my briefs before looking back up at me.

"Thank you, Mr. Bradwell, " she said. "Thank you for my name and thank you for letting me suck your cock! "

"You're, uh, welcome, Delilah, " I said.

She squealed and wiggled, remaining on her knees on the floor, patiently waiting for direction.

I couldn't help but notice Josh still hadn't come back. And if Delilah was a prostitute hired by Ben, shouldn't she be ending the bimbo love slave act now that she had blown me?

And then someone did enter Josh's office. Not Josh. Nancy, from HR. Kind of.

"Moo Moo! I'm the office cow! Does anybody want some milk?"

The woman looked a lot like Nancy would look like if Nancy from HR had cow horns and ears and a huge rack. And she was smiling. It was a bit manic, but definitely a smile. That couldn’t be Nancy... could it?

"Oh! Hi Curt! You're back from the dentist? Too bad you missed Ben! He made me a cow! Moo! MOO! Would you like to milk me?" She asked.

"Ben... made you a cow?" I said.

"Moo!" She confirmed. "He has alien super powers now or something. I don't really understand it. Probably because I'm a stupid cow!"

She giggled and mooed and jostled her utters.

I turned to stare at Delilah on the floor with dawning realization.

"So you really are...." I said.

"Your bimbo love slave?" She said. "Of course, Mr. Bradwell! I told you, I'm yours forever!"

She giggled and beamed. And she really used to be my boss, Josh. I didn't know how I should feel about that...

For about five seconds. Then I decided it was fucking awesome!

I liberated Nancy the Cow's tits from her halter top and started squirting my bimbofied boss. She squealed and giggled and lapped up the creamy goodness while Nancy mooed in ecstasy. Apparently being milked got her off.

I got my bimbo love slave back on her feet and we left the happy, postorgasmic cow in her office. I needed to take my new bimboslut shopping, what with her only dress soaked. We encountered the company president on our way out of the building, but since Ben apparently decided to turn him into a cheerleader, she was happy to give the both of us the rest of the day off.

We took Josh's Porche to the mall. I drove. Everything Josh owned was mine now, Delilah assured me. Really, I was being generous buying Delilah clothes with Josh's money.

Still, Delilah put on quite a show there in the dressing room. Josh's money was well spent.

I had planned on taking her out to dinner. But after watching her dress up for me, I realized there was going to be a lot of take out in our future. I drove to Josh's condo, since it was bound to be nicer than my shitty apartment

It was, indeed, pretty sweet. I had no idea if I could keep it long term, but Delilah assured me Josh lived alone and didn't ever have visitors. I was free to fuck her in every room until we figured out the legal ramifications of her new identity.

I was delighted to see Ben had been thorough in his reassignment work and Delilah was as eager and skilled at pleasing and teasing my cock with her cunt and ass as she was with her mouth.

I came back from the head to find her staring at me adoringly.

"You fuck me so good, Mr. Bradwell!" She exclaimed. "I'm the luckiest bimbo love slave in the whole universe! "

"Yeah, about that... do you think you could maybe try calling me Curt?" I asked. "At least when we're not at work? "

"OMG!" She exclaimed. "Wouldn’t that be, like, disrespectful? And people might think I was your girlfriend and not your bimbo love slave if they heard me calling you by your first name!"

"Well, I mean, there isn't a rule that says you can't be my bimbo love slave AND my girlfriend, is there?" I asked.

She squealed. I was starting to really enjoy making her do that.

"I'm gonna be the best girlfriend ever for you, Curt!" She pledged. "Do you wanna fuck me in the ass? I'd love it if you'd fuck me in the ass!"

"I've... never fucked a girl in the ass," I admitted.

"And I've never been a girl getting fucked in the ass!" Delilah declared. "But if you want to, I wanna be that girl!"

So that's how I ended up fucking my former boss and current girlfriend/bimbo love slave in the ass, from what I understand, anal usually requires a lot of preparation and lube, but Delilah's tight little brown eye seemed as made for my dick as every other part of her. Ben Holland really had thought of everything when he made my gift.

I just feel bad that I didn't get him anything.

[thesympatheticdevil]

Pious

Mary Catherine was a good Catholic. She always tried to follow the tenets of her religion.

She was, unfortunately, not very bright and extremely gullible. When Denny told her St. Patrick's Day was an official Catholic drinking holiday, when the faithful were expected to drink as much Irish whiskey as they could, she believed him. He had all sorts of proof on the internet, after all. And why else would the pub be offering $3 shots of Jameson's?

Mary Catherine was gullible enough sober, but drunk she could be talked into just about anything. Or out of just about anything, as the case might be.

And so, Mary Catherine spent the night of St. Patrick's Day drunk off her ass and thoroughly fucked. But of course, Denny was careful to only screw her in the bum.

Out of respect for her religion.

[thesympatheticdevil]

God! I can't believe you bought this for me! I can't believe I'm wearing it!

It looks good on you, Mom!

Of course you think it looks good! You can see my massive mommy milkers through it! Oh god, now you have me calling them that!

You know you like it, Mom!

Well, yes, but I don't like that I like it! Since you got me hooked on that Milfotrin shit, I like all kinds of things I don't like liking!

Like how you like me squeezing your massive mommy milkers?

Yes, I... oh god, not again...

You don't want me to stop, do you?

NO! No, i...I like it... God, I like it!

You just don't like that you like it?

Yes! <gasp!> YES, that's it!

I wonder why? Is it that you don't like that you're so suggestable when I do this? That you can't help but agree to anything I tell you when I'm squeezing your massive mommy milkers?

YES! <pant> YES! Everything you <pant> tell me <gasp>!

Well then, the solution is obvious, isn't it, Mom? You just need to like liking what I tell you to like!

I need to <GASP> like... liking what you tell me <pant> to like? <giggle> <pant> I like...<giggle> liking what you like me to like cuz I like it! Oh god! You're turning me into such a bimbo!

You like being my bimbo mommy with your massive mommy milkers. And you like that you like it!

I LIKE THAT I LIKE IT! I LIKE THAT I LIKE IT! OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M COMING! I'M COMING AND I LIKE IT AND I LIKE THAT I LIKE IT AND I LIKE THAT I'M COMING!

That's a good girl, Mom. You're a good little bimbo who likes being a good little bimbo.

<sigh> I like liking being a good little bimbo who likes liking my massive mommy milkers... <giggle>

That's good. And now you're going to take a double dose of your Milfotrin. You really like taking Milfotrin because you like how it makes you like liking the things I like you to like.

Yeah... <giggle> I like Milfotrin...

Milfotrin ™ is produced by BTPharma, a wholey owned subsidiary of BimboTech Inc. Women not wishing to become easily manipulated nymphomaniacs should not take these products. Side effects include big ol' titties, being horny as fuck, suggestability and really poor judgment. Ask your doctor if BTPharma products are right for you!

[thesympatheticdevil]

The angel on my right shoulder told me I really needed to stop writing bimbofication stories. They're sexist and tacky and appeal to the worst in male appetites.

The devil on my left shoulder countered with "Yeah, but they're kinda hot. And they make some people happy. You want people to be happy, don't you Angel?"

"Well, I mean, yeah, but not about... you know... bad stuff, " she said.

"What bad stuff?" The devil countered. "Big titties? Didn't God make titties? Aren't titties good?"

"I... I mean, sure, breasts are... are good... and big breasts are gooder... I mean breaster. No, wait... big titties are bester... I'm confused. What's happening to me?" the angel stammered.

"You're getting bigger titties, Angel!" The devil said as the angel's robe fell away. "Doesn't that make you happy?"

"Ooooh " she exclaimed at her bountiful bosom. "I am, like, really happy! But also really confused.... and, like... horny. I'm not supposta get horny... Wait! Is this one of his stupid stories? Are we in one of his stupid bimbo stories?"

"Weeeeellllll..." the devil drawled. "That seems possible. <giggle> What do you think? Are you a stupid bimbo?"

The angel looked down at her big titties and the back at the devil and giggled.

"I think maybe I am a stupid bimbo!" She exclaimed. "I'm a stupid horny bimbo with big titties!"

"That's so hawt!" declared the devil. "<giggle> Wanna make out?"

"<giggle> YES!" Said the angel, bouncing over to my left shoulder and together they made a thorough mess of my shirt.

🔥

[thesympatheticdevil]

Hey, Sweetie? You haven't been using that mind control ray on me again, have you?

Of course not, Mom! You asked me not to! I'm Momma's good boy, remember?

Oh yes! Of course! Of course! You're my perfect son! It's just... My boss said my outfit is inappropriate for work and sent me home. But I can't for the life of me figure out what's wrong with it!

Really? Reverend Mooney doesn't think that's appropriate attire for a church secretary?

Yeah! It's so weird! He said I couldn't display my titties in the church! Actually, he said... the B word!

Breasts?

Language, young man! I didn't raise you to call titties the B word!

Sorry, Mom! I'm just shocked Reverand Mooney would!

I know... It's really weird. I mean, I always display my big tittyknockers like a good Christian woman and suddenly Reverand Mooney wants to change the rules! He even photoshopped pictures around the office, dressing me up in whorish dresses that go all the way to my neck! I don't know what's gotten into him!

Maybe it's Reverand Mooney who got hit by a mind control ray, Mom!

Gosh Golly Fuck! Do you think that's possible? Do other people have mind control rays?

I mean, it's a definite possibility! I know I promised not to use mine on you anymore, Mom, but do you think it would be alright for me to use it on Reverand Mooney? To fix him?

I was thinking the exact same thing, Sweetie! In fact, I think maybe the Lord guided you to build that ray gun for just this purpose! And as long as you're at the Mooney house, you should use it on Mrs. Mooney to get her to whip out those jugs of hers and stop hiding them like a sinful little slut! I bet it was her bad influence on her husband that has him so confused!

You know, you're probably right, Mom! I'm sure once she reveals her righteous rack, her husband will see the light!

You're truly doing the Lord's work, son!

Classic Bimbo Ava Adams

[thesympatheticdevil]

So then Mr. Roth was like, "You liked it when Brandy turned into a bimbo and grew big titties, didn't you?" And I was like "Yeah, of course! Her titties are awesome! But she's a chick!" And he was, like "Yeah, but your a chick too now, so don't you want to have big awesome titties as well?" And then suddenly I was like, duh! Of course I want big awesome titties like Brandy! What was I even thinking? I'm such a bimbo! <giggle>

Wait... You told Mr. Roth I have awesome titties?

Of course, Brandy! Your titties are amazing!

OMG, Sean! I think YOUR titties are amazing! <giggle>

OMG, really? <giggle> Oh, I decided to change my name to Sherry, by the way, now that I'm a bimbo!

Shut up! <giggle> Really? So we're Brandy and Sherry now?

Yep! <giggle> We're both, like, alcohol!

Then we should go get drunk and play with our big awesome titties!

OMG, Brandy! <giggle> You’re so smart!

<giggle> No I'm not!

[thesympatheticdevil]

You wanted to see me, Christine? You sounded upset in your voice mail.

Oh Hi, Mr. Roth! Did I? <giggle> I guess I was upset before. So many of the younger employees started turning into bimbos with big titties! I was thinking there was some kind of bimbofication program and us older ladies were being excluded!

Oh, I'd never leave you out, Christine!

<giggle> Yeah, I figured that out when my bazooms plumped out like this and my old twat tightened up and started gushing like Old Faithful!

Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the changes, Christine! They look good on you!

Thank you, Mr. Roth! <giggle> I'm a GILF! Or am I a gimbo? Is being a gimbo a thing?

I'm not sure, Christine. I'd probably have to try out that tight twat of yours before offering an opinion. Bend over your desk.

<squeal> Yes Sir, Mr. Roth, Sir!

[thesympatheticdevil]

Hey Jack!

Oh, hey Mr. Roth! <giggle> I wuz thinking maybe I should start going by Jacqui now, considering. <giggle>

That would fit better, wouldn't it? Anyway, I wanted to tell you that you were right about the whole bimbofication thing not just effecting women.

Yeah, I figured, what with my big new titties.

You aren't mad, are you?

Naaaawww! <giggle> I mean, I was upset at first, but then I grabbed hold of my jugs and they feel SO FUCKING GOOD!

That's great, Jacqui! I'm so glad you're not mad! You look great!

No seriously, Boss! You gotta grab holda these things! They feel so good and squeezing them makes me so horny, if you feel me up I'm totally gonna fuck you!

Is that what you want, Jacqui?

Of course, Mr. Roth! <giggle> I'm a bimbo now! That's what I'm for!

[thesympatheticdevil]

Hey, remember when I told you I thought Mr. Roth was trying to turn us into bimbos?

Yeah <giggle> Kinda.

You told me I was being stupid! <giggle>

So what?

So I was right! He was turning us into bimbos!

Well, yeah. But I was right too! You're totally stupid! <giggle>

Well, I mean, yeah, now I am. <giggle> But, like, before I was, like.... um... what was I saying?

I don't know. <giggle> I wasn't really listening. Wanna make out? You're really hawt!

Oh gawd yes! <giggle>

[thesympatheticdevil]

<giggle> Why is Jana dressed like that?

Your sister decided she wants to be our live in maid, Sugartits!

Really <giggle> Why?

She feels really guilty about accusing me of brainwashing you. Guilty and dumb.

Jana dumb... so dumb... dumb and horny..

OMG! <giggle> Does that mean I'm the smart sister now?

It totally does, Sugartits! So you get to tell Maid Jana what to do now and she has to do it!

KEWL! <giggle>

[thesympatheticdevil]

GynoForce Rejects

I hope to finish GynoForce Has Fallen this week or next. I'm glad some of you have been enjoying it. I started out thinking there would be seven members of GynoForce and ended up tightening up the story so it wouldn't get too repetitive. These are the characters who didn't make the cut.

The Scorch Sisters, Ash and Ember

Ms. Psyche

The Alley Cats

Never did flesh out the characters, other than literally, but I thought you might like seeing what could have been.

[thesympatheticdevil]

GynoForce Has Fallen

Part 2

Part 1 can be found here:

Chapter 4

Liping was sticky but happy. The 19-year old superhero had just rewarded the two goons she had followed to Dr. Skeez's lair for being super good at their jobs. She didn’t know what they had done, but Dr. Skeez assured her they deserved it, and that was good enough for Liping!

The super villain encouraged her to take a shower and then join him in his observatory at the top of the building. Rather than take the elevator, she just portaled her way up straight from the shower.

Her uniform had continued to shrink and her titties had continued to grow thanks to the miracle that was pink trolopenite. Dr. Skeez had insisted she couldn't keep the trolopenite dildo up her ass all the time, since after an hour or so she couldn't do anything but giggle and come, but he had been kind enough to give her a collar embedded with crystals of pink trolopenite, which made her very, very happy.

She could leave the dildo and her original piece of pink trolopenite beside the bed Dr. Skeez had provided her and still maintain the awesome high the magical mineral provided while leaving her hands free for missions!

And Dr. Skeez had called her to the rooftop for an important mission.

"Have you ever used a portal to travel to The Venutian's orbital station?" He asked.

"Oh no, I haven’t," she admitted, hating to disappoint her benefactor.

"Too far?" He pressed.

"Oh no! It's not that!" She said, mildly insulted. "It's just, to make a Jump Portal into a structure, I have to know where it is! If I have a vague idea, I can send a Peek Portal and use it to look around until I find a suitable entry point, like I did with La Bruja's Cave of Mystery, but something in orbit around a planet is going freaking fast! If I found it with my Peek Portal, assuming I even could, it would be gone before I could even think about forming a Jump Portal!"

"I suspected as much," the scientist said, but he didn't seem disappointed. "That's why I invited you up here! Have a seat."

Dr. Skeez indicated a chair in front of a massive telescope. The teleporting teen raised an eyebrow but sat in the chair.

"I've been tracking her orbit for years," he explained. "She changes it frequently but there's a pattern to the changes and I cracked it. In 20 minutes, it's going to come up over the horizon and my AI will track its path with the telescope, showing you its exact location and trajectory. It'll be going 31,000 km/h, but you'll be able to see it and follow it. Think you can make the jump?"

Princess Portals giggled.

"That would be so cool!" She said. "But it's really reckless!"

"According to Ed and Larry, it wouln't even be the most reckless thing you've done this morning," he shrugged. "But if you're scared, I guess we can wait for The Venutian to come down to earth on her own."

"Hey! I'm not scared of nothin'!" She declared. "Let's fucking do this!"

"That's my girl," he praised. "Now given her alien physiology, The Venutian will likely be more resistant to the crystalline form of pink trolopenite. Fortunately, I've discovered a solvent that puts it into solution, which I've loaded into this."

He handed her a Super Soaker water gun.

Liping giggled.

"She's gonna be mad if I break into her satellite and squirt her! The Venutian hates getting wet!" She said.

"That's because her skin is hyperabsorptive." The scientist explained. "The clothing she appears to wear are an illusion created by her shape-shifting powers. She's always naked because she breaths through her skin. Anything she gets sprayed with goes straight into her system. Trust me, Liping. She may be mad at first, but you hit her with a squirt or two with this, she'll get over that quickly. Soak her with the whole load, and she'll be your devoted little venutian bimbo love slave!"

Princess Portals giggled. She liked the sound of that!

***

Slee'sah frowned. Professor Zazz still hadn't responded. That wasn't like her. Unlike most humans, Professor Zazz had a modicum of intelligence and responsibility. The Venutian re-sent her message about the Helizax Armada. They weren't headed towards the Sol System, but just having them in the sector was concerning. GynoForce should be aware of the potential threat.

Suddenly, a portal opened into her orbital station. Princess Portals suddenly appeared. How was that possible?

"You should not be here," the alien stated.

It was obvious, but in her experience humans needed the obvious pointed out.

"I just wanted to visit!" The youngest member of GynoForce announced.

Her voice sounded different. And now that she noticed the sonic differences, she noticed the visual differences. Unlike humans, vision was not her dominant sense.

"Your uniform is much smaller," The Venutian observed. "And your mammary glands are significantly larger."

"Aw! You noticed! " Princess Portals exclaimed. "Aren’t they the best?"

The Venutian paused to consider. By what standards could she evaluate the young human's glands relative to others' glands?

"I am not certain," she confessed.

Then she noticed the plastic weapon in her teammate's hands.

"What is that?" She asked.

"It's Happy Juice!" The human said. "You'll love it!"

And so saying she pulled the trigger and a stream of liquid struck her! Slee'sah screeched at the betrayal! She lost control of her human form and lashed out at the young human with her longest tentacle, but the young human fell back through a portal before Slee'sah could make contact.

She heard and smelled a portal open behind her. Without bothering to turn, she lashed out with her her barbed tail, but she misjudged the distance and she heard the foul squirting weapon just before her tail and buttocks were spattered with the liquid.

The Venutian screeched again. Her olfactory senses were overwhelmed by the fluid being absorbed by her skin. Even her auditory sense were muted. She turned to get a visual range on her teammate-turned-enemy. She was met with another blast of fluid to the face.

She shuddered as the human disappeared into a portal and then reappeared directly beneath her, squirting her underside, then again directly above her, hitting the top of her head.

Slee'sah collapsed to the floor, loosing control even of her Venutian form, turning into a puddle of amorphous flesh. The young human towered above her.

"What you... what you do me?" The Venutian asked, feeling very strange. "What you do Slee'sah?"

"I bimboed you, Silly! " Princess Portals declared proudly, opening the cap of her weapon's tank and pouring the remaining fluid on top of her victim. "I bimboed you so good!"

"So... good?" The Venutian asked. Now that she'd had some time to absorb and incorporate the strange fluid, she realized it did, in fact, feel good. Very, very good.

"Sooo Goooood!" The Venutian declared. "Slee'sah like!"

It was very hard to think, but that was part of what made it so good! Relieved of the burden of thinking about all the threats to the galaxy, all her past failures, the annihilation of her people, Slee'sah was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude at the gift Princess Portals had brought her!

She resumed her human form. Well, a human form.

The young human seemed so proud of her enlarged mammaries that Slee'sah decided to imitate them. And the pink fluid she had absorbed colored her human hair and nipples.

Princess Portals squealed in delight at her new form.

"You're so pretty!" The teleporting teen declared.

"Slee'sah pretty with large mammaries? " the Venutian asked for confirmation, wanting the approval of her human friend very much.

The young woman giggled.

"Silly Slee'sah! " She declared. "Those aren't large mammaries! Those are big ol' green titties!"

"Silly Slee'sah have big ol' green titties?" The Venutian said. "Slee'sah like have big titties like Princess!"

She then did her best to imitate the laughing sound the young human, kept making. She had always struggled to imitate human laughter, but this time it came out easily, bubbling from deep inside her. And it made Princess Portals giggle even more, which in turn made The Venutian continue to giggle.

"Dr. Skeez said you'd be my venutian bimbo love slave," she said.

Slee'sah was vaguely aware that Dr. Skeez was some sort of human super villain but happily didn't have to think about that!

"Me bimbo love slave? " The Venutian asked. "What bimbo love slave do?"

"Silly Slee'sah! " said Princess Portals, stroking her new pink hair. "You do me!"

And then the human's tongue was in her mouth. Slee'sah recognized this was an initiation of human mating ritual. She had never studied such things, but the sensation was quite pleasurable. She reciprocated, exploring her teammate's body with her hands as the young human did the same. The Venutian had never felt so connected to another being. Was this human love? It must be! She had achieved the human trifecta of Live, Laugh, Love!

The young human led her to her sleep area. She told her she could call her by her human name, Liping, since they were going to do the human mating called "fuck".

Liping bid her to lie on her back, then mounted her face, presenting her genitals, which she explained Slee'sah should call her pussy. Slee'sah did not like earth cats, but she very much liked this human's genital cat!

She probed Liping's warm softness with her tongue. Her human friend seemed to enjoy this, crying out in pleasure, then encouraging the Venutian to go deeper.

As a shape shifter, she could, of course, go as deep as Liping needed and soon she had filled the young human's genital cat with tongue flesh which she rippled to her utter delight! The genital cat squeezed and pulsed against Slee'sah's enlarged tongue in turn and The Venutian discovered this was also very, very pleasurable, as was the fluid secretions of the young human being absorbed into her body. She would gladly soak in a pool of this fluid!

Once they were done with the mating fuck, Liping sighed and said that they need to complete a mission. Slee'sah wanted to stay and do the cuddle I her sleep area, but she did as her human mistress bid. She was a venutian bimbo love slave, after all. She would do anything for Liping. Anything!

And Liping wanted her to set up a communication link with Dr. Skeez down on earth and give him full access to her station and its computers. This seemed like a bad idea, but it was her human mistress' idea, so Slee'sah must have been wrong about that.

***

Back on earth, Liping was delighted to present Dr. Skeez with her venutian bimbo love slave. He welcomed the shape-shifting alien by dousing her with a bucket of the solublized pink trolopenite.

"Say thank you, bimbo!" He said.

"Thank you bimbo!" Said Slee'sah, looking adoringly at Dr. Skeez.

"You did very, very well, Liping," he said, patting her ass. "You truly are a remarkable superhero! They really shouldn't have underestimated you! I think if a vote were held today, you'd be the leader of GynoForce! You'd vote for Liping, wouldn’t you Slee'sah?"

"Slee'sah vote for Liping to fuck Slee'sah! " the alien agreed, then imitated her human lover's giggle.

"Do you really think I could lead GynoForce, Dr. Skeez?" Princess Portals asked.

"Oh, definitely!" He said. "But we shouldn't plan such things up here in the open. Take us down to the basement."

"Of course! " the teen hero said, opening a portal to the lowest floor of the building.

"Now, like I said," the scientist said once they were in the basement. "I'm confident that if a vote were held, all the bimbos on GynoForce would vote for Princess Portals as leader! But there would be one holdout. And wouldn't it be nice to have the vote be unanimous?"

"Are we gonna bimbo Imperiana?" Liping asked hopefully.

"Soon, sweetness! Soon!" He promised. "But first we need to get the rest of the team together I need you to go get Professor Zazz and La Bruja and bring them here. You can do that, right? "

"Of course!" Liping said. "I'm Princess Portals!"

"Of course you are!" He said. "Soon to be the leader of GynoForce! While you do that, you don't mind if I play with your venutian fucktoy, do you? I want to make sure she's bonded to me as well as you."

"Slee'sah is fucktoy!" The Venutian said happily.

"Of course!" Liping said, giving her benefactor a peck on the cheek. "BRB!"

Then she opened a portal back to Professor Zazz's lab.

To be concluded

[thesympatheticdevil]

Lisa was so excited when the boss said he needed her at the meeting to impress the new clients. He sent her a file to review in order to prepare, but when she opened it, all it contained was a pink spiral that swirled prettily on her computer screen.

She stared at it for a few hours to make sure she understood.

When it finally stopped spinning, she blinked and stood up. She needed to get ready for the meeting. Luckily, someone had left her uniform on her desk. She dressed quickly and clicked on down to the main conference room on her stilettos.

She was happy to see two other young female executives in uniform when she arrived. She wouldn't have to impress the new clients all on her own!

She loaded her tray and approached a pair of Korean business men.

"Good evening, sirs!" She said. "Would you care for champagne? Or a squeeze of my tits? Or both? I'm here to please you!"

They gladly accepted both her offers. While massaging her tits, they asked her about her education and work history. She let them know about her MBA and all she'd done to finally land an executive position.

"And what will you do next?" One asked her.

"Well, the obvious next step would be working as a fucktoy to show new clients how effective our new mind control programming is," she said. "I think I'm going to be really good at it!"

And as it turned out, she was!