Jessica's Change Management Ch. 23

Swaying my hips über-excessively, I sashayed to the edge of the tunnel and leaned against a graffiti-strewn pillar. Lifting my right leg, I put the sole of my knee-high boot against the pillar to imitate the most famous hooker pose ever. Taking the pink cap off my head, I let it dangle off my index finger and twirled it around, using it like an eye-catcher. Eventually, I tossed the cap over to the gang members, like literally tossing my hat in the ring. Tihi!

In that purr-fect position, I cupped my boobies and started squeezing them. Why? First off, they made my juicy juggies bulge and stretch the spandex material to the bursting point. Second, the ice cream bar got slowly squeezed out on top. Awesome visual but hard work 'cause cold! Basically, I squeezed my funbags mega hard, so much so that I held the wooden stick with my titty meat while the ice cream bar stuck out. Craning my neck, I bent my head down until I reached the top of the bar. Using my teeth, I ripped the wrapping open, literally like a hooker tearing open a condom wrapper. Tihi!

Sticking out my tongue, I started licking the chocolate top. Swirling the tip of my tongue around the creamy bar, I literally treated it like a cockhead. Just then I started using my hands, as in utilizing my long, fake, Leopard-print pornclaws to basically cut the wrapping open all the way. Grabbing the stick, I held the frozen treat like an alley cat holding a cigarette while remaining in my hooker pose.

Now and again, I pushed half the bar through my dinghy lips as if taking a drag. That way, my freshly augmented trout pout came into full effect 'cause it looked more excessive and bulbous than ever. I didn't stop licking and sucking on the icy dessert until the chocolate top was totally gone. I even turned a bit so the gang boys could see my silhouette from the side.

By the way, as I was already turning, I decided to show off all my upgrades. After all, I was totally proud of all my beautifications. For sure! Remember all of them? Bending forward, I used my free hand to prop up against the pillar while sticking out my booty. As I was wearing the boob tube and super short hot pants, my new tramp stamp was easily visible. Gyrating my hips, I totally showed off the triangle shaped tattoo with the heart in the middle and tribal-style spirals spreading to my hips.

Off to the next upgrade! Yay! For that, I found a new use for the ice cream bar. Reaching back, I ran the chocolate coated bar over the back of my thighs. In a way, I was directing the recruits' attention to the red ribbon tattoos, underlining the 'beauti- fool B.I.M.B.O' lettering in the process. Tihi!

The next bimbofication wasn't that simple to show off. As if that would stop me 'cause the boys deserved to see it all. My choice of pants really helped me out here. How? Cause hungry butt, as in 'ass-eats-pants'. Reaching back with my free hand, I grabbed the material covering my cunny. It was so little fabric that I could fully wrap my hand around it. Pulling it up, I was basically giving myself a wedgie! For real! I so didn't stop jamming the pink fabric deep up my crack. Holy moly! So stingy! So owie! I pulled and tugged! The pink hot pants bit and pinched! Holy fudge! So hurty! So ouchie!

Yet, I didn't stop until I had pulled the hot pants high enough to reveal my lip tattoos. The big, cherry red kiss mark on my left butt cheek and the red lips with the tongue licking the upper teeth on my right ass cheek. Total tease! Total success!

Back to my newest upgrades! By now, the ice cream had started melting so I had to be quick to fully utilize the dessert. Again, I pushed half the chocolate-dipped bar through my ultra plump dinghy lips. With the vanilla treat all soft and melted, some of the ice cream stuck to my inflated trout pout. Puckering my bulbous lips to form the purr-fect duckface, I ran the side of the chocolate coated bar all over my kissy mouth in circles. The more spins, the more of the slushy chocolate stuck to my lips. What a mess! What a success!

Taking it to the next level, I started jumping on the spot as if cheering about getting the frozen dessert. Mostly, though, it made my boobies bounce and jiggle, so much so that my titty meat dragged the pink Lycra top all over the place. It didn't take long for gravity to win that battle, what with my big, ole funbags plopping outta the boob tube. Just like that, my tear-shaped fleshorbs and rock hard nippies were totally exposed.

Instantly, I ran the frozen treat all over the skin of my titty flesh. Starting at the outside of my left fleshglobe, I slid the chocolate coated bar over my titty flesh in circling motions coming closer and closer to my boobnobs. Then I repeated the same motion on my right juggy. By then, the chocolate had become really smudgy, so it left a trail of smeary brown stripes all over my boobies. On top of that, a chunk of choc had broken off and got stuck in my cleavage. So smeary! So sloppy!

Time to show off my bimbo skills! With most of the chocolate coating gone, I got back to sucking on the ice cream bar. This time, though, I didn't stop until I had pushed the full bar through my dinghy lips. I basically used the vanilla treat like a dildo to prove my deepthroating skills, visibly gagging and choking on the frozen dessert.

Best thingie about it? Sucking on the sweet candy, my mouth filled with vanilla ice cream. The perfect chance to show off my newest upgrade in the bestest way ever. Puckering my inflated lips, I formed the most excessive and bulbous duckface ever. Keeping my balloon mouth all pouty, I let the molten ice cream dribble out super slowly. Totally raunchy! Totally pouty-mouthed!

Remember the pointy cupid bow keeping my mouth permanently open? The molten cream totally flowed outta that open triangle. Streaming over my phat lower lips, it dripped down in a slobbery, white strand that splashed right onto my juicy juggies. As I moved my head, the smeary melt splattered all across the top of my fleshorbs. Pushing the last drops out, I opened my dinghy lips and stuck my ice-cream-dipped tongue out to show my empty mouth. Totally obscene! Totally foul-mouthed!

Cupping my boobies, I used the ice-cream bar to flick my rock hard nippies, which I had spared before. More and more white cream got stuck on my boobnobs. Repeating the circling motions, I slid the melting treat over my fleshglobes until white, slobbery slush covered my titties. After that, I simply had to stick the icy dessert between my boobies and give it an awesome titty fuck, literally milking it. Boy, I was getting more smudgy and filthy than ever! Super smeary! Super sloppy!

As the molten cream started running in lotsa thin, white strands down my underboobs, the first gang dude strolled over to me. Oh wow! Apparently, it had been a purr-fect show for the boys. At least, it had worked for this recruit and spurred him on to push enough dope to cash in on his reward.

Then and there, I realized that I had finally reached my goal. I had found my bimbo purpose. I was a piece of ass served as bounty. I was a plastic doll served as plunder. It made my heart race and my coochie twinge. It had all been kinda abstract and theoretical before. Now, I felt the full weight of the objectification. I felt the full meaning of being a full-time bimbo. It made me nervous as heck and excited as fudge. Mostly, it made me über-horny!

"Hey! Flaco said he got a cheap-ass barri-hoe dat needs sum gang affirmation." The dude greeted me.

Oh boy! Affirmation? I was the hottest bimbo doll to ever walk these sordid streets. The recruits were the lucky ones, not the other way around. So mean! Still, so true! Cause tables turned!

Anyway, Flaco had been crystal clear about an LGZ hoe's opinion, hadn't he? So I remained silent and simply smiled at the recruit. Checking out the young dude, he looked like he had totally gone overboard with the whole stereotypical Latino gangbanger style, 'cause he was literally dressed like a caricature, what with the plaid shirt that was only buttoned by the top button, the white shirt underneath, and the khaki pants. Apart from that he totally didn't look cartoonish 'cause he wore a buzz cut that totally fit his coarse features and had a super big, brawny built. I had heard Flaco call him Knuckles 'cause he had been a bare-knuckle boxer before, which sounded like a perfect match. Gulp!

"Gotta say, looks like a fine-ass gift." The musclehead said. "That was sum hawt-ass show, like next level fucked up."

Oh wow! I hadn't expected that kinda praise from any of the gang boys 'cause gangsters. In super stark contrast to his appearance, he seemed to be a sweet boy. No matter what, the compliments made me smile broadly, literally like a Cheshire cat that had fallen face first into her milk bowl. Duh!

"Hiya! I... uh... B.I.M.B.O!" I welcomed him extra cheery.

Actually, I was ultra excited and über-giddy, so much so that I started singing my nom de bimbo like that D.I.S.C.O song.

"B.I.M.B.O! I uh B... bubbly! I uh I... imbecile! I uh M... monstertitted! I uh B... Barbie! I uh O... oh, oh, oh!" I sang while dancing on the spot, as in jiggling my boobies and shaking my booty.

"Here for you... uh totes. I... uh... do any kinda thingie... uh... want!" I purred in mindless gratitude. "So wanna get... uh... titty fucked uh coochie banged uh cornholed!"

Oh boy! Now, it had been me who was totally overdoing it, right? Psyched by his attention, I might have just begged him to fuck me senseless, hadn't I? So silly! So bimboy!

"So ya down for whatever, barri-hoe? Awesome shit." The brawny dude got totally keen-eared.

Um... that hadn't really been my message, but his compliments made me way too happy to mind. That was why I quickly and enthusiastically nodded my head.

"Lemme take that." Knuckles finally got down to business.

Even though he remained kinda nice and all, he resolutely took the ice cream on a stick, which was all molten and drippy by now.

"Ya mind gettin' ready to get fucked up?" He made certain before instructing me. "Okay, barri-hoe! Kneel down 'n open dat mouth."

Oh wow! He was still acting really sweet and nice although he was talking about 'fucking me up', whatever that was supposed to mean. I guess looks can totally betray you, right? I guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, like literally. Anyhow, I wasn't in the mood to think about complex stuff or ask lotsa boring question. I wasn't in the office after all, was I? So I simply did as told and knelt down onto the dirty pavement in fronta the graffiti-strewn pillar.

While I opened my inflated trout pout, the brawny dude whipped his cock outta his khaki pants. No surprise there! Then he plugged my mouth, though he used the ice cream bar instead of his cock. Total surprise there!

He really pushed and shoved and pressed, so much so that he totally made me deepthroat the vanilla bar. The immediacy and force took me by surprise. I so hadn't anticipated this sweet dude to act so rudely so outta sudden. Totally straightforward! Totally direct!

Caught off guard, I was gagging and choking massively on the ice cream bar, so much so that my throat contracted visibly, and my body reared up heavily. This didn't stop Knuckles by any means. Why should he? After all, I had encouraged him to do whatever he wanted, hadn't I?

Next up, more deepthroating, more gagging, and more cream filling ensued. Just when my kissy mouth was about to flow over, the gang boy stopped, only to plunge his hard cock through my dinghy lips. Down my throat, he slid his hard member before thrusting back and forth in my willing mouth. Kinda unexpectedly, he wasn't rough with me, which was also kinda disappointingly.

At least, he had a decent sized dick, which I totally felt when he kept pushing it past my uvula. As my mouth had been filled to the brim with molten ice cream, some of the sweet sludge got driven down my throat, which made me choke.

Obviously, my gagging noises pushed the dude. Finally! Grabbing the back of my head, he started sliding my face up and down, pushing his dick down as hard and as deep as he could. Now, this was about to become a real facefuck, gentle at first but getting increasingly rougher. So appreciated! So cherished!

Side effect? Or more like main effect? The facefucking not only made me gag and choke, it also pushed the milky cream outta my mouth. Drips of vanilla slop spilled from my bulbous lips. As Knuckles picked up speed, white splashes spluttered from my pouty mouth whenever he drilled his meaty tool deep and hard through my lips. The milky sludge coated my chin, hung off my face in long white strands, and sprayed all over my juicy juggies. Super obscene! Super raunchy!

Eventually, the gang boy shoved his cock all the way down my throat and held it there. He was enjoying the way my throat muscle gripped his shaft way too much to pull out. After way too long and way too much gagging, he let me go. As soon as my mouth was free, I retched up a huge amount of thick and slimy and milky slop. Oh jeez! All the molten ice cream he had pushed down was coming back up. Ewww!

The super hard retching made my body shake and rear up, so I needed a bit to calm myself. Of course, I puckered my lips to form a duckface and let the sweet sludge dribble out as soon as I was in control again. The white cream had become so thick and slimy from the detour that it hung off my lower lip in a super long, über-thick strand that didn't tear off before splashing onto my right fleshorb.

Still kinda gently, the brawny dude waited for me to empty my mouth before plunging the creamy bar back in. What a sweet boy! What a pervy dude! Leaving the gentle part behind, he made me throat the vanilla bar hard and deep. So much gagging! So much mouth-filling!

"Get 'em bone, barri-hoe!" He said softly when he pulled the ice cream from my mouth.

Super swiftly and über-eagerly, I lunged forward and plunged his meaty tool into my mouth. The gang boy held my head in place and then slowly began to thrust in and out. Every time he pushed his length into me, I spluttered a coupla splashes of sweet cream. Once more, the skull fucking achieved the dirty double effect. Some molten ice-cream got pushed down my throat while most of it splashed and spurted outta my inflated lips. Of course, the dude wouldn't stop cramming his cock past my uvula until I had retched all the sweet slop back up. Ewww my gawd!

With most of the ice-cream sucked off the stick and splashed over my face and boobies, Knuckles used the rest of the bar to slide it all over my duckface, coating my lips and chin and cheeks with vanilla slop, like literally giving myself an ice-cream facial. Holy fudge! I was left with a total smear face. It looked like my face and chest and rack had gotten the biggest bukkake ever with the thickest, milkiest sperm ever.

Holy moly! I was literally smeary as a pig in cream now. However, the gang boy hadn't reached his orgasm yet. That was why he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, almost gallantly. Umph! As soon as I stood on my feet, he turned me around and pushed his hand against my back to make me lean forward. Once more, I ended up bent over with my hands against the graffiti-strewn pillar. Anyway, the brawny recruit didn't pull my pink hot pants down or stuff. Instead, he grabbed the material covering my cunny. Uh-oh! He didn't push it up to give me a wedge, though. Totally the opposite!

RRRRPPP!

With one strong move, he ripped the material apart. Just like that, he had torn a big hole into the hot pants. Just like that, he had ruined my new booty shorts. Just like that, he had created an entrance to my pussy. Gulp!

I didn't really have time to think about the consequences, 'cause I was quickly occupied with moaning and groaning. After all, the gang boy was still kinda young and inexperienced. After the skull fucking, he was also really aroused and excited. That was why he couldn't wait any longer and simply stuffed his rock-hard dick up my cunny. With juvenile vigor, he pounded away from the get-go.

"Show dem smeared face to my eses, barri-hoe." He told me kinda courteously.

To reinforce his instruction, he grabbed my dyed tow-tone hair. Tugging on my bleached blonde tresses, he made me turn until I was facing the street, or more like the corner on the other side. His order made total sense. After all, he had really aided me in my bimbotainment. He had really helped me smearing my face and titties with smudgy vanilla ice-cream. All that hard work needed to be presented. All that hard work deserved maximum attention. Super obscene! Super raunchy!

Bent over in a 90-degree angle, my cream-coated boobies dangled off my chest and bounced around freely from the cunny pounding. Letting the recruit tug on my bottle blonde tresses, I looked up and over to the corner with my smear face. Beaming broadly, I enthusiastically licked my cream-covered lips for the other recruits to watch. Puckering my kissy mouth, I followed it up by blowing them a coupla kisses. All the while, Knuckles continued nailing my juicy pussy.

From all the public disgrace and lewd action, my coochie was leaking, so much so that every thrust resulted in a loud and smacking and slurpy sound. Oh my gosh! For a moment, I was afraid I might cum before the recruit. That would be humiliating, wouldn't it? That would be unprofessional, wouldn't it? Actually, it would be totally bimboy and slutty, right?

"Ya ain't wanna spill dat white shit on da pavement, barri-hoe." The brawny dude was so nice to tell me. "LGZ hoe's ain't wastin' no cream. Ya gotta lap 'em stuff up if dat shit happens."

Oh jeez! I so wouldn't lick any stuff up from that filthy and mucky street. No way! Anyhow, I quickly reacted by getting the jump on it. How? By cupping my boobies and lifting them up. Once more, I kept my inflated lips puckered to the max while sticking my tongue out in the most low-brow and vulgar way ever. Super lewdly, I started licking the vanilla slop off my fleshglobes. Of course, it was way too much creamy stuff, so I only licked the driblets and runny slush at the edges that threatened to drip off soon. All the while, the brawny recruit kept ramming my leaky pussy while tugging on my two-tone hair and grunting into my ear.

"Fuck it! I'ma cummin'!" He suddenly exclaimed. "Gonna flood 'em cunt! Right up dat baby maker!"

Oh my fudging gawd! I wasn't ready for that! I wasn't prepared for that! I had counted on getting the dudes to cum in my mouth or on my face or on my boobies. I had gotten my fair share of anal creampies, and I was totally ready for another load up the backdoor.

Getting semen up my vagina, though, was a totally different matter altogether. Getting my baby maker, as the Latino had put it so eloquently, inseminated felt like he was taking ownership of me. Holy fudge! LGZ was claiming this pussy for sure. LGZ was about to own this pussy for real.

Don't you overthink it, girl! Be a bimbo! Live in the here and now! That was Jessie Bimbo talking and rightly so. Constantly thinking about consequences hadn't done me any good. Instead, it was only debilitating. Right now, it felt so awesome to finally receive the sperm charge I had been craving for way too long. It felt so amazing to feel the warm spunk filling my hot box to the brim. After all, that was the fuel a bimbo was running on, right?

Whatever! There wasn't a thingie I could do to stop it anyway 'cause the gang boy still held me in place on my dyed hair. By now, he had plunged his dick as deep into my coochie as possible. A moment later, I heard him grunt and felt a splash of gooey spunk hitting my pussy walls. He was really planting his seed deep inside my cunny, inseminating me. Gasp!

When Knuckles was done and stepped away, I noticed another recruit standing next to me. He looked straight into my smear face with a steely gaze. That look was enough to tell me that he wasn't as nice and gentle as his fellow big gang member. He was young, as in college freshman age, although I was kinda sure that he had never seen a college from the inside. He had long, curly black hair and a slender built, wearing a trademark white wifebeater and a pair of dark chinos.