Assisted Bimbofication Pt. 01

Sandra arrived at the apartment building just like Olivia told her to. Three days had passed since they met at the bar and Sandra asked for her help in making her a bimbo, and while Sandra tried not to get her hopes up, Olivia's message that she had found something interesting definitely intrigued her. Olivia had insisted they talk about this in person and had given her home address. Sandra rang the doorbell and Olivia buzzed her in, she called the elevator and took it to Olivia's floor and knocked on her door. Olivia was quick to open the door and usher Sandra into the apartment. It looked pretty much like what Sandra had expected of Olivia; simple and utilitarian with efficient space usage. She offered her a cup of coffee and Sandra accepted, though after tasting it Sandra asked her to add both sugar and cream.

"Do you actually drink your coffee like that?" Sandra asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Olivia answered dryly, "I've been drinking strong coffee since second semester of my bachelors, I'm surprised you didn't notice."

"To be honest I think I drank more Irish coffees than normal ones." Olivia didn't react to the joke, instead she pulled out two chairs at her dining table which they both sat down at.

"I may have found something, but it's a bit complicated."

Sandra eyes went as wide as saucers. "Really! But I thought you said that kind of drug would never be made?"

"Well something was made, though not on purpose. One of our drugs had an unexpected side effect: the patients' arousal would rise to the level of compulsion, leading to diminishing critical thinking and mental faculties in general. Even after stopping treatment a return to a regular mental state did not occur until stopping sexual activity, as it seemed to cause a kind of reinforcement of the loss." Olivia continued describing the process in detail with Sandra patiently waiting for her to finish, only after Olivia was done did Sandra speak.

"So basically the drug will make me dumber, more horny, and as long as I keep fucking I will stay dumb."

"I mean yeah, that's one way of saying it."

"So it will make me a bimbo?"

"Basically yes."

Sandra couldn't help but get excited and started rubbing her legs together under the table, barely able to imagine just how wet she was.

"But there is a problem, because it's considered a failed drug it's slated for destruction, and I saw that it was scheduled for incineration tomorrow. But before you panic, I have a plan." Sandra listened attentively and as she heard more of the plan a smile slowly spread on her face.

The next day Sandra was waiting in the parking lot of BIONEXT. She was on the lookout for the van she knew was coming, a white van with a logo of a cartoon bee, and thankfully did not have to wait long. She saw the van drive into the parking lot and waited for it to park and see who exits, it was a man in his thirties, though he looked older thanks to his mostly receded hairline. His simple and practical clothing was fitting for someone who worked a physical job. His large frame gave the impression of someone who used his muscles regularly but also had a poor diet.

Sandra rushed over to him, "Excuse me!" she said walking up right next to him, "my car has broken down and I don't know how to fix it, could you help me?"

She looked at him pouting with her strawberry colored lips with her hands behind her back, making sure to push out her fake tits. Not that it was necessary to emphasize her breasts, the tight crop top she was wearing already did that alongside putting her thin waist on full display, in addition it showed off her nipples pointing through the fabric making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her elastic hotpants sat high up her legs giving a good view of her thin tanned legs.

Surprised by the scantily clad girl who had just run up to him, he stared at her openmouthed for a couple of seconds before answering. "I'm actually working right now and-"

"Oh please!" she interrupted him, "I promise to give you a big thank you." she said smiling while shimmying her shoulders girlishly.

"I guess I can take a look." he said, and as a response Sandra clapped her hands and ran back to her car. The man took the toolbox from his car then followed from behind where he got a good luck at her ass, her hotpants were with sitting so far up that he got a great view, so much so that it was also clear she wasn't wearing panties. When he reached the car he opened the hood and looked inside, after looking around for a couple of seconds he noticed that the terminal on the battery wasn't connected, he took the socket wrench from his toolbox and reconnected it.

"Try starting the car now." he said to Sandra who opened the driver side door and turned the keys. The engine sprang to life momentarily but she turned it off quickly, she then stepped out of the door and walked back to the man who was kneeling down to fold close his toolbox.

She bent down at the waist so she could look at him at face level, which also gave him a close view of her enhanced cleavage. "So how do you want me to thank you?" she asked.

"Why don't you go on back to my van and go in the back." he answered without hesitating having clearly made up his mind.

Sandra did as he asked and walked back to the van opened the door and stepped in. With her short height she was able to stand straight in the van. The man looked from side to side before also stepping into the van while ducking his head, he made sure to close and lock the door behind himself and then sat down against the door with his legs stretched out. Sandra did not need to wait for an invitation, she got on her knees and crawled towards the seated man slowly getting closer to the bulge growing in the front of his pants. Her hands had just reached his crotch when he put both hands on her shoulders and gave her a push, the force sent her backwards so she landed on her heels, she looked at him wide-eyed and worried that she had done something he didn't like.

"First take of your top." he ordered, and she complied immediately taking off the crop top and throwing it to the side while making sure to straighten up her upper body.

The man reached out and grabbed her tits, one with each hand, and started groping and kneading them, Sandra for her part sat obediently on her heels waiting for him to finish, like he was conducting an inspection to see if she was a good enough toy. She closed her eyes and let her mind dwell on the thought and starting giggling at her own objectification.

"These are some really fake tits," the man said breaking Sandra's mini trance, "you must really not care about people thinking you're a slut."

Sandra looked at his face and judging from his transfixed eyes and open, almost drooling, mouth, he didn't seem to think of that as a problem, so she decided to lean into it.

"I care about it a lot, I want people to know that I'm a slut, especially men, that way they know how I need to be treated."

Sandra got what she wanted, the man let go of her tits and rushed to unbuckle his belt and get his pants and underwear off. After pulling them down his legs he grabbed her head and pulled her forcefully down on his hard cock, it happened so quick that she didn't have time to open her mouth and he ended up mashing it against her cheek. She managed to turn her head under his strong grasp and get the cock in her mouth. When he felt her warm mouth envelop him he loosened his grip on her for a second, Sandra then stuck out her tongue and licked the shaft. The feeling reawakened him and he started to pump her mouth up and down using her head like a sex toy for his pleasure. His cock was average sized and Sandra had enough experience to take the forceful blowjob without gagging or sputtering, she settled in by breathing through her nose and letting drool spill from her open mouth. Sandra could taste the salty dried sweat that had built up over the course of a physical work day, she could also smell the strong musk coming off his body making her think that he probably hadn't showered that day. She savored the heavy assault on her senses.

"Holy shit." the man grunted out. "You filthy fucking slut, your mouth was made to swallow cock." Sandra lips turned up slightly in a smile as she continued being used.

He suddenly pulled her head off quickly, not having time to swallow her spit she instead spilled it out of her mouth so it splattered on the floor of the van. He stood up in the cramped space as best he could to take of his pants and underwear completely. Figuring what was next Sandra took a condom out of her pocket, then took off her hotpants and threw them on top of her crop top, she handed him the condom and he snatched it from her and hurried to put it on. Meanwhile Sandra, assuming he would want easy access to her tits, layed down on her back with her legs spread out, she made sure to arch her back so her fake tits stood out from her chest.

The man jumped on top of her moment he had put on the condom. He immediately starting thrusting into her cunt to the root, pounding her as quickly and as hard as he could. Sandra wrapped her thin legs around the heavy man, encouraging him to push harder and deeper into her. He grabbed her tits and used the plastic globes as handles to better thrust into her. She could feel the strength through his grip forcing her petite body back and forth with ease. She reached down and started rubbing her clit while thinking about what she must look like; lying there on the floor of a van in the middle of a parking lot getting used while lying passively like an inflatable sex doll made as a tool for this stranger's pleasure. As if on cue the man moved one hand down to her hips whilst using the other for support so he could continue pounding her while he lowered his head so it was right next to hers.

"You're such a fucking slut, you're lying there taking the dick of someone you just met. All I did was connect a fucking battery and for that you turn into a stupid sex doll." He let go of her hip momentarily so he could slap her face before once again whispering into her ear. "You know I'm not gonna care about you after this right? Once I cum you're useless to me."

Sandra bit down on her lip, she knew he was so close to orgasm, she just had to push him a bit further. She licked the side of his face and started whispering into his ear with a quivering voice

"I am a fucking slut and I can't help myself, I know that this is all I'm good for, I exist to be a used and thrown away like trash."

She heard him grunt loudly and felt him push his cock as far in as possible, as his cock started pulsing strands of cum into the condom. He collapsed on top of her, Sandra could feel him breathing heavily as he recovered. After a short minute he pushed himself off Sandra and sat up against the side of the van.

"Get dressed and go, I need to go to work." he said unceremoniously.

Sandra put on her clothes and was about to unlock the door when the man grabbed her wrist,

"Wait a minute," he said "you can still look sluttier, kneel on the floor."

Sandra did as she was told and got on her knees, she grabbed her crop top ready to strip again but the man smacked her hand away, he also pulled her hair so she was staring at the roof of the van. He then pulled the filled condom off his cock and lifted it over her head.

"Don't swallow" he said, "you need to walk outside with this all over you so everybody can see how slutty you are." and tipped its contents out over her.

Sandra closed her eyes just in time for them not to be hit, she felt some of lukewarm cum roll down her forehead and get stuck in her hair, but most of it poured down her face. She had to resist the urge to lick it up and swallow as it passed her mouth, instead letting it spill down her neck. Now that he was satisfied he unlocked the door so Sandra could leave.

Sandra walked through the van door and looked around, but she couldn't see anybody nearby to witness her humiliation. She sighed and walked back to her car. As she was opening her car door she heard a gasp, she looked up and saw a woman in a business suit about to open the car parked across from her, she was staring at her horrified with her car door halfway opened, seemingly stunned in place at the sight of Sandra. Sandra grinned at the woman and made a show of running her tongue in a circle around her mouth gathering as much cum as she could with her tongue alone and raised her head so the woman could see her neck swallow. The eyes of the woman became so wide Sandra thought they might roll out of her head, she then hurried into her car and drove away. Smiling satisfied Sandra stepped into her car and closed the door.

She opened the glove compartment and picked up her phone, she turned on the camera and flipped to the front facing camera. Sandra smiled at what she saw: Her previously neatly applied lipstick was smeared across her face, half dried cum stains ran down her face ending their tracings on her cleavage or crop top, her hair was a mess on the sides where it had been used as fuck-handles, when she pulled her hair back she could see where some of the cum had run down her forehead and clumped her hair together. Sandra changed from camera to video mode and started taking recording herself, she then reached down into her pants and started rubbing her clit.

Her mind once again wandered to the image of herself as a glorified sex toy, something to be used with no consideration for her own pleasure. She looked at her phone and saw a panting cum covered slut staring back at her with glazed empty eyes. A slut like that is meant to be in the back of a van taking dick from men she just met. She could have a driver taking her from place to place; a slut delivered as easily as you would deliver a pizza. That thought sent her over the edge and unleashed waves of pleasure through her body radiating from her cunt. Despite her best efforts she couldn't help but close her eyes and throw her head back, whimpering softly as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

The pleasure slowly faded and the world returned to normal, Sandra stopped the video and saved it. She was tempted to call Olivia and ask if everything had gone as planned, but she had insisted they wait until after she had finished working.

***

Olivia had only been home for five minutes before she heard her doorbell ringing, she had told Sandra to not come before seven and it was only five minutes past that, clearly she was eager to continue. Olivia buzzed open the buildings front door and unlocked her front door, moments later Sandra opened the door without knocking and rushed over to Olivia who was opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

"Did it work?" she asked grabbing onto Olivia's shoulders.

Olivia removed Sandra's hands from her shoulders and gestured towards the dining table, Sandra rushed to the table and took a seat. Olivia finished opening the bottle and grabbed two glasses then put them on the table and took the seat opposite Sandra.

The difference between the two women was reflected in their clothing. Sandra wore a tight miniskirt that left her legs exposed and a strapless top that emphasized her tiny waist and enhanced breasts. Olivia was in her normal business wear with well fitted suit pants and a white shirt.

"It worked," Olivia said while pouring the two glasses and sliding one to Sandra, "it was just like I planned, the drugs stood in the delivery bay, and because he was late I simply got the right pills from the package and replaced them with placebos."

"So I can get it now? I can become a bimbo?" Sandra asked, nearly jumping out of her seat.

Olivia took a sip of wine before speaking "Tell me about what happened in the parking lot."

"Why?" Sandra asked in a clearly annoyed tone, "Can't I just get the drugs?"

Olivia took a sip of her wine. Sandra sighed frustrated and then went through what had happened between her and the delivery driver, her excited explanation of her sexual experience managed to distract her a bit from her urgent need for the drug.

Olivia waited patiently for Sandra to finish before talking, "Fucking hell Sandra why would you put yourself in danger like that?"

"You told me to distract him..." she said defensively.

"I meant flirt with him, not disconnect your own car battery so you would have an excuse to fuck him!"

"But it was fun! And he was really good, I actually know someone who could learn from him."

Olivia shook her head. "You just, you had no idea about what could have happened. I mean you literally just met him."

"Alright I get it!" Sandra said folding her arms and looking at Olivia sideways. "It wasn't smart, but what do you expect? I told you that I'm a slut, this is how I want to live my life."

Olivia raised her eyebrows and stared into Sandra's eyes. "And you want to get dumber. How do you think that will work out?"

Sandra looked at Olivia and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but instead picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp. She then placed it back on the table and looked down into the wine, seemingly incapable of meeting Olivia's stare. Olivia thought that she looked like a sad teenager who had just been caught doing something her parents disapproved of, and though she didn't think she had done anything wrong, she lacked the backbone to stand up to her parents. It was clear that Sandra's sexual appetite was not accompanied by an equally large mental fortitude, seeming to quickly retreat when challenged. Olivia took another sip of wine before speaking, she took her time rolling the wine around her mouth while thinking about how to formulate her proposal, a few moments passed before she felt ready and swallowed the wine.

"I think I have a solution. I thought about this after we first talked, and based on what you just told me, I am now even more convinced that you need someone to take care of you. I mean, you just did something dangerous and stupid today, and now you want to make yourself even dumber? You need to have someone to help you. I propose that I take care of you, especially after you take the drugs, and in return I get a percentage of your profits."

"Wait," Sandra said lifting her eyes from the glass, "it sounds like you want to be my pimp."

Olivia shrugged. "I guess you could say that. But the difference is that I'm not pushing you into fucking random guys, clearly you can do that on your own. You are, like you said, a slut. I just want to take care of you while you do. And if I get some profit then that seems fair, I did, after all, take a risk getting you the pills."

Sandra raised her eyebrows, "When you say 'take care of me' do you mean-"

"I control you." Olivia interjected. "I take control of what you do, where you do it, and who you do it with. Everything you own, including your finances, are controlled by me. You do what I tell you to do, and I make sure you stay safe while becoming a bimbo."

"Can I get the pills if I say no?" Sandra asked.

"No." Olivia answered without hesitation.

Sandra stared into Olivia's amber eyes, seemingly frozen in place by the idea. Olivia had decided to take the direct route and not beat around the bush. Olivia had plans, and she wanted Sandra to be ready for them. Sandra breathed in deeply and Olivia prepared to negotiate the terms of their agreement, readying for what she thought might be several days of negotiation.

"I agree," Sandra said calmly, "you control me."

***

Giving her life to Olivia was a surprisingly quick affair. After she agreed with Olivia the two of them had travelled to Sandra's home and given Olivia access to everything she wanted: Olivia got access to Sandra's online banking details, the spare key to the apartment, and access to all her online accounts including her camming profile. Sandra's phone was now permanently being tracked by Olivia and she now had multiple apps that allowed Olivia to schedule Sandra's day. After Sandra had given everything Olivia had asked for they were standing in the middle of Sandra's apartment with Olivia looking at her phone, making sure everything was working as intended, and Sandra waiting anxiously to finally get her hands on the drugs.