Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04

"Dr. Joseph didn't talk about it around us," Noor replied, "but I'm pretty sure you don't get an infinite number of bimbos. He's already had several other customers in the area, and yet the entire female population hasn't turned into bimbos." Eric shuddered a bit at the thought of a city full of women as stupid as Lizzie.

"Look, it'll be fine," Noor said. "Dr. Joseph manages to survive, and I'm pretty sure he's been doing this for quite some time." She frowned. "You know, now that I think about it, I think I've been around for quite some time."

"How do you mean?" Eric asked, through a mouthful of rice.

"I remember some really old stuff," she replied, scrunching up her face. "Have you ever been to Cairo?"

"A few times," he said. "Why, is that where you're from?"

"Yes," she said, "but I remember Napoleon marching through at the head of his army. Wasn't that a long time ago?"

Eric choked on the sip of milk he'd just taken. "Yes, it was," he said, after he recovered. "Over two hundred years ago is when it was."

"And," she added thoughtfully, "I seem to remember Dr. Joseph saying something about finding Ming in the Forbidden City."

"That doesn't seem too unusual," Eric said. "Maybe she was an unlucky tourist."

"No, she's been there longer than I have," Noor said. "I think he said something about picking her out the day it was finished. She was the daughter of a concubine, he said."

"So, Ming has a very appropriate name," Eric noted. He scarfed down a big piece of beef, then said, "Where's Dr. Joseph from, anyway?"

"Fuck if I know," Noor replied. "That's all I ever heard out of him. And it's probably more than he thinks I know."

"So we're committed to finding a replacement for you," he said, musingly. "Do you know of anything we could use as leverage on that front? I mean, I accepted the deal because it was the heat of the moment and I wanted to get Lizzie home. But maybe, if you know something he valued, we could persuade him to do his own dirty work."

"No," Noor said, immediately. Her eyes were wide. "Seriously, don't even think about trying to cross him. I'm not fucking kidding. Just don't. Find some random girl and zap her, take her in, and be done with it. You're not going to gain anything, and you could lose everything."

"That's dramatic," Eric observed.

"It's fucking true," Noor replied. How bad could Dr. Joseph possibly be? Noor seemed terrified at the prospect of crossing him. He'd seemed pretty bland at the office.

But what if that was a disguise? He already seemed pretty unconcerned about how much he changed the lives of his patients, not to mention the people around them. How would that change if Eric actively worked against him, even in such a small way? The teeth and claws would probably come out, and Eric would be lucky to survive.

"We'll figure something out in the morning," Eric said. "In the meantime, I'm going to finish dinner. Then we can have some fun with the bimbos."

"I'll go ahead and warm them up for you, honey," Noor replied, brightening. "They could use a little more discipline." She gave him a deep kiss on the lips, which he returned. Then, she bounced out into the living room, which was full of squeals and moans from the ongoing orgy.

Eric stood in the kitchen, finishing off his plate without any haste. He listened with a smile on his face, as the groans of pleasure became yelps of pain. Noor barked instructions to the bimbos while Eric polished off the last of the rice.

He put the dirty plate on the counter and strolled over to the living room. Noor had lined up all eight bimbos, all of them on their knees before him. "Good work," he said to Noor, who was glaring down at the line of bimbos. "Take whichever one you want," he added, gesturing at the assorted selection of bimbos.

Noor smiled at him, and paced around behind the nervous bimbos. She walked back and forth for a little bit, then grabbed Lizzie by her long braid and yanked her head back. The bimbo squealed, and rose to her feet with alacrity. The two of them headed for the bedroom, as Noor spoke in a low, husky voice about what she intended to do to Lizzie.

As the sound of Noor's voice faded away, Eric found himself regarding seven increasingly perky bimbos. They came in a wide variety of colors, but in shape and size, they were all fairly similar. Calli gave him a tentative smile, and that decided him.

When he grabbed the much curvier Vietnamese girl, the other bimbos gave big sighs and turned their eyes to him hopefully, as one. "Yes, you can have fun with each other," he said. "Don't make too much of a racket, or you'll wake the neighbors. And try not to knock down too much stuff." He hoped they'd actually heard his commands.

A tugging at his crotch reminded him of who he should be focusing on. Calli had tugged his zipper down, and was in the process of unbuttoning his pants. He grinned and finished the job for her, then propelled his pants to the floor. Shortly thereafter, his underwear followed, and he casually threw away his shirt, just to complete his nakedness.

Calli cooed at the sight of his enormous cock, and began caressing it, drawing it closer to her wide-open mouth. Eric leaned back against the living room wall, and gave a contented sigh. All around him, a lesbian bimbo orgy had begun, as Emmy and Kimmy teamed up to smother Chrissie's pussy with affection, and Bambi produced a surprisingly large strap-on from seemingly nowhere, brandishing it menacingly at Lori.

"It's good to be the king," Eric said in a low voice. Then he orgasmed, shooting his cum all over Calli's dumb face. Calli just smiled and began licking it off.

Next morning

For someone who'd only slept about four hours last night, Eric was feeling pretty good as he parked his car on campus. He'd woken to a blowjob from Lori a couple of hours before he had to go in to school, and spent a little time frolicking with Maggie, before duty called. In spite of all the pleading from his bimbos, he'd managed to get cleaned up and in the car with plenty of time to spare.

Noor had assured him she could keep them in line while he was at school. "They're not going to get anything past me," she'd said, and he knew she meant it. Not that any of the bimbos had the brainpower to outthink Noor. Still, she apparently had some very firm plans for the bimbos, which mostly involved cleaning up after the mess their orgy had made last night.

He made it to the Collins Building, which housed his seventh floor office, without incident, which was a bit of a relief. Bimbos were pretty fun to have around, but too many would just be exhausting. If he could make it through today without fucking someone silly, maybe he could find a new bimbo for Dr. Joseph, and get all this over with.

Technically, he only had to be at school today for half an hour, to cover his scheduled office hours. But he'd always been a conscientious TA before, which meant giving his students extra time to sort out their shit. He didn't see any reason to change that. It would just make people suspicious.

He thought he'd made it into the elevator without incident. In fact, the doors were closing, when a hand thrust itself between the doors, which obligingly reversed their course. Eric's heart sank as that hand's arm followed it in, and, in short order the body to which both were attached.

It was none other than Dr. Fan Jiang, aka Professor Jiang, aka Departmental Chair Jiang, aka the Ironclad Bitch, aka Eric's advisor. And he'd promised, the last time he'd had the misfortune to see her, that he would have some results on his thesis for her. He'd had three weeks to come up with something, and, of course, he still had nothing.

"Hello, Eric," she said, in her gravelly croak of a voice, as the doors closed (this time, for real). He didn't know how she'd gotten that voice, but it fit her appearance very well. Normally, he might've felt a bit of hesitation about judging a woman over her appearance, but Dr. Jiang had earned every bit of judgment. She always seemed to look like she'd been hit by a car and dragged along the road for a while.

Maybe that was a little harsh, but she was always an asshole. All the fucking time. At least he didn't have her for class this semester. Instead, he just had to run his ideas by her so that she could shoot them down.

"Are you wearing some kind of... cologne, Eric?" she asked, sniffing the air. Eric felt like killing himself right then and there. He'd wanted to avoid this sort of thing, and here he was, stuck in an elevator, his weird pheromones influencing his least favorite professor.

Perhaps he could see it as an experiment. If Dr. Joseph was magical, was his magic strong enough to make Dr. Jiang fuckable? She already looked marginally less intimidating, if only because her face had relaxed out of its usual harder-than-steel expression. That left the small matter of... well, everything else.

"I, um, I had never noticed how very, very handsome you are, Eric," she said, rubbing up against his arm. At that very moment, the elevator reached the seventh floor, and it opened. The sight of Dr. Jiang grinding against a grad student nearly caused a nearby student to spill all of her papers. Then she started sniffing the air, and her eyes widened. He probably should've called in sick today. No, definitely. How the fuck was he going to deal with all of these bimbos?

"Hey, mister, um, what's happening?" the student asked. Hadn't she been in one of the basic classes he taught last year? Cassandra something-or-other. Eric looked up and down the hall, and, to his great relief, saw no one. "Follow me and I'll show you," he said, and she nodded. At least she was a redhead. He had more than enough blondes and brunettes.

Carefully, he walked down the hall, the two enthralled women trailing behind him. Their wide eyes seemed riveted to him, and their nostrils seemed permanently flared out, taking in as much of his scent as they could. His own office was one he shared with three other grad students, so that wouldn't do. But Dr. Jiang could probably help with that.

Nervously, he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to seem casual. As if leading along enthralled future bimbos by scent alone was a normal thing. If he couldn't get a fix from Dr. Joseph, it probably would become a normal thing.

Deep in his right pocket, Eric's hand brushed up against something cold and metallic. It was much bigger than any of his keys, and he didn't recognize the shape. He pulled it out, and found, to his surprise, that it was the magic thingie Dr. Joseph had given him yesterday. He'd totally forgotten about it until now.

As departmental chair, Dr. Jiang had a much larger office than the other professors, as well as an administrative assistant. So it was with some trepidation that he stepped into the anteroom, where the assistant's desk sat empty. The anteroom was too exposed, so he would have to use her inner office.

"Oh, hello, Dr. Jiang," said Luisa, the administrative assistant, as she stepped out of the supply closet, carrying a sheaf of papers. She seemed intent on whatever was printed on them, and she hadn't noticed that two other people had come in with Dr. Jiang. But she was bound to look up, eventually.

Quicker than he expected, Eric whipped out Dr. Joseph's device and pressed the button on it. Behind him, he heard a strangled gurgling sound, which caused Luisa to look up in alarm. "Dr. Jiang? Wait, what's going on?" she asked.

Cursing feverishly in his head, Eric turned the device around and pointed it at Luisa, who had dropped the papers to the floor. As he pressed the button again, she started to open her mouth, and then stopped, giving the same strangled sound. He turned around to see Cassandra standing motionless, staring straight ahead at nothing.

"Cassandra," he said, "follow me. Luisa, sit down at the computer and act like you're working. If anyone asks to see Dr. Jiang, tell them that she's busy. And act natural." The Brazilian assistant nodded and obeyed, while Eric and the other two women stepped into Dr. Jiang's office.

"Sit down in that chair, don't speak, and don't move," he said to Cassandra as he closed the door behind himself. The redhead did as he ordered, and he turned his attention to Dr. Jiang. "Take off your clothes," Eric said, hoping against hope that there might be a more pleasing form beneath the professor's clothes.

As it turned out, her body beneath her clothes was, if possible, worse. It was lumpy in all the wrong places, thin where it could have been plump, and, where she could have displayed flawless light brown skin, a network of crosshatching scars prevailed. What had Dr. Jiang done before she was a professor? He was suddenly curious about her past.

With a shake of his head, Eric brought himself back to the present. That was irrelevant. He was going to fuck all of that out of her. It didn't matter what she looked like now. When she became a bimbo, she was going to look like a million bucks.

He took Dr. Jiang by the shoulders and bent her over her uncluttered desk. With a surprising amount of reluctance, he pulled down his pants and revealed his erection. Briefly, he hesitated, before plunging it into Dr. Jiang's ass.

She bleated in protest, but soon enough, she got into the rhythm of his thrusts. He focused, in his head, on a perfected vision of Dr. Jiang. In his mind, her skin had no blemishes, her breasts were large and proud, and her ass was simply enormous. Her shiny black hair extended, thick and straight, far below that perfect ass.

As he held her body in a tight grip, he could practically feel the changes beneath him. Her ass swelled around his dick, parting under his relentless pressure, and bouncing back together as he fell back. When he opened his eyes again, he received the great reward of seeing his fantasy writhing beneath him.

Harder and harder he pushed, faster and faster. He felt himself growing closer to climax. Bit by bit, he rose, until he could hold himself in no longer. Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, flowing deep into Dr. Jiang's ass. She moaned in ecstasy and came herself just a second later.

Eric drew back a bit, which allowed Dr. Jiang to stand up straight. Well, straighter. She seemed to be a bit shaky on her feet, and she was rubbing her ass with both hands. Her face was lit up with a big, vapid smile, and her eyes sparkled with idiocy. She was a bit of a rush job, but he rather liked the way she'd turned out.

He turned his eyes to Cassandra, who was still sitting in the chair. She didn't seem to have moved a bit, and she somehow had her eyes wide open, without blinking. The small part of his brain devoted to pedantry wondered why tears weren't streaming down her face, but there were much more pressing matters, like his erection, which was returning with a vengeance.

With a grunt, he lifted Cassandra out of her chair and set her down on the much messier desk. Part of him was vaguely surprised at his own strength. She was fairly tall, for a woman, but not terribly chunky. Still, the old Eric wouldn't have imagined being able to pick up a grown woman and move her around with next to no effort.

A smaller part of him was slightly alarmed that Cassandra had not shifted even when he'd set her down. The rest of him didn't much care. He had to get her fucked before he dealt with Luisa, and everything else. There was no time for weird little things.

Eric pulled down Cassandra's skirt and panties with a quick, efficient motion. So what if he ripped the panties in half? She wasn't going to need them, pretty soon.

He spread her legs, revealing a little red thatch of pubic hair around her already wet pussy. Without further ado, he thrust his dick into her pussy and started pumping.

There wasn't much time, so Eric closed his eyes and began envisioning the new Cassandra. He wanted to see if he could do the same thing he'd done with Dr. Jiang. Besides, he also kind of wanted a bimbo who wouldn't constantly yammer about inane bullshit.

In his mind's eye, he saw a plump girl with huge, obviously fake breasts. Her skin took on a flat, shiny tone, and her eyes stared ahead blankly. Her red hair was long and lustrous, running down to her big, beautiful ass. Her lips, he envisioned as smooth, ridiculously plump, and permanently half open. He kept imagining her as a life-size obscene Barbie, but with slightly more realistic anatomy.

Beneath his hands, he could feel her skin changing. Its texture was much more rubbery, like a blowup doll filled with air. Obviously, she wasn't filled with air, but he could easily imagine squeezing her down into crumpled plastic. He opened his eyes, and found himself looking straight at the image out of his head.

His newest bimbo was basically nothing more than a living fuckdoll. Of course, all of the bimbos were like that, but this one was the pinnacle of dumb, passive fuckability. He thought "Cassie" would be a good name for her.

"All right, Cassie, get up," he said, and the bimbo-doll obeyed. That just left...

"Hee hee!" said Dr. Jiang. She rolled onto her side and tweaked her nipples. Her idiotic smile looked very unprofessorial. "What's your name?" he asked, bending down to look her in the eyes.

"Name? Me no have name," the Chinese bimbo said, her eyes wide. "What mean name?" She giggled. "Me so silly. Me so horny. Fucky fucky lots!"

"Oh, Christ," he said, rolling his eyes. "Um, how about I make your name 'Fanny'?" She nodded eagerly. "Fanny good name for bimbo, Master!" she said, still using a ridiculously singsongy caricature accent.

"How the hell do you know the word 'bimbo', but not your own name?" Eric asked rhetorically. "Me no good at thinky-think," Fanny said, pouting. "Plenty good fucky-fuck!" she added, brightening.

"Forget I asked," Eric said, sighing. "Both of you, put your clothes on. Don't worry if it doesn't quite fit. You'll get new stuff soon enough." Cassie and Fanny started squeezing themselves into their much tighter clothes. Ignoring Fanny's high-pitched grunts of frustration, Eric peeked out into the anteroom.

Luisa sat at her desk, looking unperturbed. She certainly didn't look like anything untoward was going on in her boss's office. He cautiously opened the door and stuck his head out.

"Hi, Eric," said his officemate Kaylee. He hadn't been able to see her in the seat she occupied. Crap, everything seemed to be going wrong today. "Are you done in there with Dr. Jiang?" she asked. God, she was such an adorable woman, with soft brown hair and a smiling, heart-shaped face.

He fought the impulse to look back at Fanny, who was struggling into her dowdy, far-too-small suit. Instead, he stepped out into the anteroom, letting the door shut behind him. "Um, yes," he said. "But she said she needs to take a very important call, so it'll be a little while before she can see anyone else."

"Oh," Kaylee replied, crestfallen. "See, I really need to talk to her, but I've got class in about half an hour. How long do you think it'll take her?"

"I think she said it was going to be a long call," Eric said, grimacing. "I mean, what's so urgent?"

"Yeah, I suppose it can wait a little..." she said, trailing off. She looked closer at Eric through her thick glasses. "Have you been working out lately?" she asked. Then she sniffed the air. "Whoa, what's that smell? It's sooooo yummy..."

Before she could say anything else, Eric pulled out Dr. Joseph's disk and pointed it at Kaylee. He pressed the button for the third time, and Kaylee made the same strangled sound as Luisa and Cassandra. Of all three, Eric regretted this one the most. Kaylee was a really nice person. Maybe that would translate to her being a really nice bimbo. But it was still a damn shame.

"Just come with me, Kaylee, and you'll be perfectly fine," he said, and she nodded, then stood up. At that moment, Fanny burst out of her former office, followed shortly by a much calmer Cassie. In fact, Cassie looked almost robotic in her movements. "Act natural, Cassie," he said, and her gait changed to a smoother stride.