Paul/ine

Mike didn't seem embarrassed or concerned about the other two men in the room like Paul knew he would be in his shoes, but instead he just seemed to not want to mess anything up with Ella. He had little cause to worry however, because she appeared content to hold his hand the whole way and now that she was topless on her knees in front of him, Mike finally appeared to be self aware enough to actually do something.

He pulled down his gym shorts along with his boxers in one motion. For whatever reason, Paul wasn't surprised at all to see that Mike had a long but very thin cock.

"Fuck, look how hard you've made me already," he grunted. Paul felt a bit confused by that statement because Mike only looked half erect to him. Yet again, Ella wasn't fazed.

"Mmm, put it right here, stud. I can't wait to feel that dick between my fat slutty titties," Ella purred. Paul was actually rock hard but despite how aroused he was, he didn't feel comfortable touching himself, even as Ian also undressed. It was also no surprise to Paul to see that Ian was hung. There was no other way to describe it in his mind than a shlong, and that wasn't a term he often used. Paul was confident in his own size, but next to Ian, he would look tiny.

Mike, however, was too caught up in what he was doing to care about anything else.

"Holy shit, how are these so fucking soft?" He moaned as he began to thrust unevenly into Ella's enormous bust. The Bimbo had been trying to pump her tits up and down, but Mike was too unintuitive to match her rhythm so she gave up and let him take over.

"Yeah? You like my big titties?" Ella cooed, looking up at Mike as he humped her rack as if he was trying to break some kind of thrusts-per-second record.

"Fuck yeah I do! I can't believe you exist! Holy shit! I want to fuck these tits all day every day! Do you like cum? I bet you like cum," Mike rambled. Ella giggled.

"Yeah, I love cum! Are you gunna cum for me, stud?"

"Hold off a second there, Mike," Ian said as he calmly walked behind Ella and tapped her on the head. "Stand up for me, won't you, hun?"

"What're you doing?" Mike snapped and looked up at Ian with fire in his eyes.

"You'll be kicking yourself if that's where you cum for the first time with a Bimbo. Just wait," Ian replied. He reached around Ella's thin waist and pulled her round ass into his naked crotch and she instinctively began to grind up against him while he undid her skirt.

"Does Dummy want a big cock in her little pussy?" Ian asked in her ear. Ella nodded and Ian guided her to bend forward as her skirt dropped to her ankles. "Put that guy's cock in your mouth. You've been so good, you deserve one in each end."

"Ohmygod!" Ella enthused. Paul stared at the Bimbo's huge bust as it hung under her comparatively small frame. Mike had clearly bought into Ian's plan already and he reached up to guide Ella's head towards his now definitely stiff member.

"You haven't lived into you've felt a Bimbo swallow your cum, Mike," Ian grinned and then he unceremoniously slid into Ella's tight tiny wet little pussy.

"MMMmffff!" Ella moaned appreciatively into Mike's cock. "Mmm!"

"Well goddamn it's going to happen soon, this bitch can really suck cock!"

Ian finally seemed to lose some of his composure and he gripped roughly onto the sides of Ella's thick ass and began to pump harder into her, making her bust swing more heavily and her face slam harder into Mike's pencil dick.

"Y-you're really missing out, man," Mike said, addressing Paul for the first time since entering Ian's room. "Oh shit, babe, I'm gunna cum!"

Paul stared at Ella as she appeared to be egged on by this information. She cupped Mike's balls and moaned louder and her sloppy slurping sounds became more intense and soon Mike couldn't hold back any more.

"OH YEAH! SWALLOW IT ALL! FUCK YEAH!" Mike gripped onto Ella's head as he unloaded directly into her throat. Paul couldn't see Ella's face properly from his angle, but from what he could see and hear, it seemed like Ella was eagerly and gratefully swallowing everything she could. Ian had even slowed down his pounding a little to allow the two to have their moment.

When he was finished, Mike pulled out of Ella's face suddenly and Ella's tongue flew out of her mouth with a desperate gasp.

"Unnhh! Thank you!" She gasped. "Thank you so much! Your cum was so so tasty!"

"Holy shit," said Mike who stumbled over to Ian's bed.

"Oh no way," Ian said before Mike sat down. "Either put pants on or get out of here. You're not putting your naked ass on my bed."

"Fine, fine," Mike said. He grabbed his pants off the floor and walked past Paul and put his hand on his shoulder as he passed. "You're missing out, man."

"You're all mine now, slut," Ian growled. Ella wiped her plump lips with the back of her hand and giggled.

"I'm so lucky!"

"Fucking right," Ian said and he roughly twisted her around so that she had the bed as support and then he continued to pound her from behind. With an even worse angle and without Mike there as an additional buffer, Paul decided to leave. He went to his room, but left the door open so that he could hear Ella's loud horny yelps as she got completely nailed by a stranger.

Chapter 3: Paul, Ian, and Freya

The encounter with Ella had opened up the floodgates for Mike who now couldn't think or talk about anything except for Bimbos. He had tried to get Ella to stay, but Ian had talked him out of it, convincing him that it was a bad idea to keep a Bimbo who was tethered to somebody else, especially somebody who was likely to be quite rich.

"Shit, what about Emma? Do you think she'd take some pills?" Mike asked. He was in Paul's room tossing a football to himself while Paul played video games on his computer. It was Sunday, the day after Ella had come by.

"Emma? Isn't she married?" Paul replied.

"So what, she's hot!"

"Mike, you can't just flip a switch on a human being. Why not try making an online dating profile or something? Be up front and say you're looking for a Bimbo or somebody who wants to Turn."

"Nah man, that's embarrassing. And it's too much work."

Paul didn't have the patience for Mike and knew that Mike wouldn't have the capacity to understand, so Paul turned his game off and stood up.

"Alright, I gotta go," Paul said.

"Huh? Where?"

"Didn't I tell you? I have an appointment today," he lied.

"With who?" Mike asked.

"It's just a doctor's appointment."

"Everything okay?" Mike asked, sitting up. Paul knew he should feel flattered by Mike's concerned, but he only felt annoyed.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just a small thing. I'll be back later. Good luck finding a Bimbo," he said and rushed out of his room. Paul knew that even an oblivious guy like Mike might be suspicious of his behaviour, but he didn't care. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before. The events with Ella kept replaying in his mind over and over. He was consumed with confusion over why he hadn't engaged with her. He knew Mike and Ian wouldn't have cared and he wasn't really concerned about being naked or sexual in front of them, especially with all the focus being on such a hot and dutiful Bimbo like Ella. The weirdest part was that he didn't regret it either. Despite all the hours he spent watching Bimbo porn every day, he didn't feel like he had missed out despite Mike's insistence.

Deep down he knew what was going on and deep down he knew that he had known it for some time, but some things in life just need to play themselves out. He double checked his jean pockets to make sure he had his wallet with him and he threw on a light jacket and walked outside.

Although he had never been inside one, he knew precisely where the closest Pink Industries retail outlet was and after thirty minutes he was there.

He was rock hard within seconds after walking into the store. Soft strange music was playing and the store was filled with bouncy Bimbos in tiny pink tank tops and tiny pairs of pink booty shorts.

"Hiya stud! It's so nice to have you here!" A perky employee in pigtails greeted him.

"Thanks-" he said, pausing to look down at her jumbo tits to first read her name tag and then to admire her cleavage. "-Gigi."

"Oh it's, like, no problem at all!" She said and then trotted away. Paul's eyes followed her swaying round ass for a few moments before he walked to the counter. The employees behind the counter were also clearly Bimbos, but they appeared to be of a slightly different sort. They appeared more focused and serious, although they all still spoke in the same empty-headed submissive lilt that Gigi and Ella had.

"Can I help you, handsome?"

"Maybe," Paul said. His nervousness finally caught up with him as he realized what he was about to ask out loud. "I'm wondering if there's a product line you have that, um... well..."

"It's okay, cutie! You can tell me anything!" The clerk insisted and she leaned forward and crushed her gigantic rack into the counter and smiled even more when Paul couldn't help but look.

"Well I'm wondering if there's a way for, well, for me to become a Bimbo," he asked. The clerk stood back up and tilted her head and furrowed her brow.

"You? But, like, you're a boy, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you," he said and turned around right away. He felt like a complete idiot. How had he actually just gone out in public and asked that? He felt like he was about to pass out as he almost ran out of the store, bumping into a few Bimbos and distracted oogling men along the way. He burst out of the door and turned in the opposite direction of the house. He needed to walk this off.

"Paul?" A voice came from behind him.

It was Ian. Paul couldn't believe his terrible luck. He knew there was no escape, so he stopped and turned around.

"Did you follow me here?" Paul asked, not in the mood to be polite.

"Not exactly," Ian said. Ian never struck Paul as a judgmental guy, but Paul still didn't want to be around anybody or talk to anybody when he felt so humiliated.

"Can we talk after I get back to the house? I'm not in a good mood," Paul said.

"Paul, follow me. I work here."

Paul froze.

"You told me you worked in a factory," he said.

"This place is bigger than it looks. Come on, we'll take the employee entrance."

Paul was still embarrassed, but his curiosity won out and he followed Ian who walked around to the back of the building. Ian took out a pink pass and placed it over a brick in the wall beside a nondescript steel door and it clicked open.

"I didn't even know you were working today," Paul said as he followed Ian into the door and down a set of concrete steps.

"My schedule is a little unpredictable, but I'm glad I was in today. I just switched to observation duty - it's part of research and development - and when that's my job, I observe interactions between our employees and customers to help develop new products."

"Oh no," Paul said as his embarrassment doubled.

"Please, Paul, it's okay. Your desire is actually incredibly common despite our employee's ignorant reaction. We've had a product in development for over two years now and we finished our first wave of human trials just this month," Ian said as he led Paul through a maze of long empty hallways and down more stairs.

"I had an inkling that you might have the desire to become a Bimbo after the way you reacted to what happened yesterday and so I'd like to present you with an opportunity."

"Ian, this is really a lot all at once. Should you even been telling me all this?" Paul asked. He was starting to feel like he was in a secret government building as opposed to the basement of a retail store.

"Oh don't worry, if you don't agree, we'll just wipe your memory of all of this, but I have a feeling that you'll be very interested once you see Freya."

Paul was alarmed at how casually his housemate talked about wiping his memory and although it all seemed so fantastical, something told Paul that it was all very real.

"You mean somebody from the first human trial? She's here?" Paul asked.

"Very good. Are you sure you want to give up that sharp brain?" Ian asked with a grin as he opened yet another door, but this time it led into a room. The room was relatively small - about the size of Paul's bedroom - and it was empty except for three chairs that sat in front of something that looked like a control panel. Although the room was small, there were five other people inside. There were three men of varying ages in the chairs and in front of the largest oldest man was a Bimbo on her bare knees, blowing him. The three were talking to each as if one of them didn't have his dick in a gorgeous busty blonde's face. The fifth person was another Bimbo, but this one was brunette and simply standing by the door with a smile.

"Master Ian!" She gushed. The men all stopped talking and looked to Ian and Paul.

"Oh hey, Ian, who's this?" The man on the right asked. He looked to be in his forties and the way he had been talking to the other two implied that he was in charge.

"It's my housemate, Paul. I want to show him Freya and see if he'll be in our next trial," Ian said. Paul held up his hand in a silent greeting. The men all nodded at him.

"Sounds great, Ian. Here, I'll turn on the one way mirror," the man said. He turned to the panel and after a few seconds the wall in front of them faded to reveal a window into an adjacent room. Inside the room was a gorgeous redheaded Bimbo in a yellow bikini.

"Can I get anything for you guys?" The free Bimbo in the room asked. "A drink? A snack? Anal?"

"Not now, Cherry, thanks. We'll let you know," Ian said. Paul couldn't keep his eyes off of the Bimbo in the other room. Ian seemed to notice. "I'm glad you like her. Let's go in."

Ian walked to a door across the room and Paul followed. He couldn't help but look over at the fat old man as he passed by. The blonde Bimbo looked so happy and at peace as she bobbed her pretty face up and down his pole.

"Hey there, Freya!" Ian said warmly. Paul closed the door behind him and followed Ian to one of the few sets of chairs scattered around the otherwise empty room.

"Oh! Oh hi!" Freya answered as if she hadn't noticed them until Ian said something. "Um, like, wait don't tell me. You're, um, you're Ethan?"

"Very good, Freya! You're close, I'm Ian. This is my friend Paul. Can we ask you a few questions?"

"Questions?!" Freya replied with a big pout. "I'm not so good at those."

"I know, dummy, but if you answer just a few questions I promise that you'll get a nice big cock to suck on," Ian replied.

"Oh! Oh oh! I like those! You promise?"

"I promise. Now, can you tell us who you were before you were Freya?"

"Oh yes! I know this one!" Freya said happily, bouncing on the spot, causing her gigantic tits to bounce heavily in her tight little bikini. "I was Fredrick Hill."

"Very good! Were you happy as Fredrick?"

"Uh-huh!" Freya answered and she nodded her head far more than was necessary. Her green eyes were bright and full of life and she focused all her attention on Ian as they spoke.

"So why did you want to become a Bimbo, Freya?"

"It's jus' all I ever wanted! I would watch videos of Bimbos getting fucked and sucking cock and getting cum all over them and in them and I realized that it's all I ever wanted!"

"So are you happier now that you're a Bimbo, Freya?" Ian asked as he started to undo his pants.

"Oh yes! Oh yes yes! I love being a Bimbo, Ian! I'm such a good girl and I make so many nice hard cocks cum every day all the time. It's more than I could ever want!"

"Wait, Ian," Paul said, putting his hand on Ian's arm. "I'm in. Let me take this one."

Then Paul stood up and dropped his pants. He finally wanted to get served by a Bimbo. It would be a passing of the torch. Or something like that. All Paul knew that despite how hot he felt Wendy or Ella were, he didn't want anything to do with them. But Freya was different and he wanted confirmation of how it would look if he chose this path.

"Oh goodie! Oh yay yay yay!" Freya moaned. She dropped to her knees immediately and jiggled her huge rack in her poor yellow bikini that had somehow managed to keep her massive breasts contained.

"Take those slutty tits out, Freya, I need you to warm up my cock with them," Paul said. It felt amazing. It was like he had finally given himself permission to talk to a Bimbo that way now that he knew it would soon be him in that position.

"Oh yes! Yes! Thank you! Yes!" Freya moaned. She reached down her bikini and heaved out her tits one by one with both hands and then lifted them up and slapped them around Paul's cock. She clearly wasn't nearly as skilled - or at least experienced - as Ella had been in serving Mike this way, but it didn't matter to Paul.

"Fuck, that's amazing. Your tits are so huge and warm," he gasped.

"Really? You really mean it? You're so so nice to me! Mmm, your cock feels so perfect between them," Freya said. She was looking up at Paul as she eagerly and slightly clumsily gave Paul a titfuck. She was paying him as much intense attention as she had been giving to Ian earlier.

Speaking of Ian, he had waved to the one way mirror and soon Cherry entered the room. Clearly Ian had been planning on getting serviced and wasn't going to be denied. Paul looked over at Cherry as she also sank to her knees, but she stayed clothed and gripped Ian's massive cock with two hands and slid the tip into her mouth. Cherry's loud sloppy blowjob sounds proved to be too much for Paul.

"Oh shit, here comes your treat!" He said. He panicked a little and grabbed a fistful of Freya's bright red hair and pushed her face onto his cock right as it began to spurt out huge blasts of thick hot cum.

"MMm! Mmmf! Mmm!" Freya moaned.

"Swallow, slut! Drink it all! Fuck! Fuck!" Paul yelled out.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmffff," Freya moaned as she obeyed the command, gratefully gulping down Paul's huge pent-up load.

"Don't take your face off. Clean me up and suck me dry, got it?" Paul demanded. He had never talked to anybody this way, but it felt so easy now. He realized that it was how he hoped men would talk to him after he became like Freya. He couldn't believe the excitement he felt as he realized it was actually going to happen.

When he finally let Freya off his cock, she thanked him and he turned to Ian.

"I'm just getting started here, go back out and Ralph will give you everything you need," Ian said.

"Have fun," Paul grinned as he looked down at Cherry absolutely worshipping Ian's enormous shaft.

Paul was surprised to see the same guy getting a blowjob from the same Bimbo when he got back into the other room. The men here must really have built up a tolerance if this was the treatment they got every day. The fact that Ian had lasted so long with Ella the day before made more sense to Paul now.

"I'm excited that you're going to help us out here!" The man in charge - apparently named Ralph - said to Paul. "Unlike Freya, you'll be free to live your life like normal until, well, until you won't be able to anymore. I suggest that you ensure you get a job that's cleared for Bimbos as soon as possible." He led Paul to another room as he spoke. He brought out some forms. "Just sign these and I'll get you the bottle."

Chapter 4: Paul/ine

Paul had been given some freedom for the pace that he wanted to move forward. The first wave of trial transformations - including Freya's - had been very specific and controlled, but now that the company was confident in the effectiveness of the formula, Paul was allowed to operate on a transformation schedule that would run anywhere from three weeks to half a year. The only catch was that Paul had to choose the schedule up front and stick to it. Ian would be checking in to make sure of that.