POP!

Wendi giggled and swallowed without a blink and then Peter pointed at his cock. The dark brown haired woman slipped to her knees and began to lick him. She was just over 40 and a very good looking older woman. Peter decided she would do with some work.

Natasha and Tristan were easy. Both had taken 4 bubbles to the face and were both staring at him with glassy stupid looks while playing with their hair. Natasha was not quite as dumb as her aunt, but not much better. She was much better looking. She was 25, brunette, 36C tits, great shape and fully shaved. Peter had her pop a pill and then go down on Cindi. Tristan was Asian-American with a Chinese/Japanese mix and had long dark black hair, another perfect 36c set of tits and a nice body with some killer curves on her hips. She was not nearly as dumb as Natasha, but was way too horny and confused to think. Peter stood up after shooting his load into Wendi's mouth and told Wendi to watch porn. He strode over to Tristan and simply grabbed her, spun her around and pulled her panties down. He fucked her over the lab table while everyone else watched.

Peter looked at Diane while fucking her. He could tell she was trying to resist but she had taken 5 bubbles to the face and she was obviously fighting a losing battle. She tried to speak several times but the effort was too much. Peter noted that she was sweating heavily and breathing fast. Peter decided to help her along.

"Don't fight it Diane. No need to call you Doctor anymore, you'll soon be stupid, horny, and eager just like these other bitches. Look at your sexy assistant here getting fucked from behind. Look at her nice firm tits that I am fondling. Wouldn't it be nice to be fondled? To have a nice, hard COCK shoved in your wet tight pussy? Oh yes, I know that is what you want. I can smell it on you. The smell of horny pussy. Just give in, let your hands roam and I'll take care of you once I'm done with pretty Tristan here."

Diane ground her teeth and closed her eyes, but Peter could tell she was losing it. Her hands slowly slipped down her skirt and Peter heard her gasp and knew he had her. The gasp was enough to push him to climax and Tristan squealed in delight. Peter shoved a pill into her mouth as she slumped down with a stupid grin and he strode over and grabbed Diane.

Her eyes had one split second of terror before they hazed over with lust and she flung herself on him. Peter pushed her up against the wall of the lab and tore off her skirt and panties and fucked hard against the wall. Diane's resistance had been shattered so completely that she was lost to animal passion. She couldn't even form words, just grunt, moan, and laugh. After ten minutes of primal passion Peter blew another load in her. She slumped down breathing heavily and Peter checked her with the DocBox.

"Whoa, overdid it a bit there. Looks like the primal urge was vastly over stimulated. Oops, my bad. Well, that's okay, I'll figure out something. Here Diane take this." Peter held out a pill and Diane took it and looked at it weirdly. Peter pushed it into her mouth and she swallowed. She began to peel off her clothing and when she was done, she stood and walked over to a corner and pissed in it. Peter snickered at that and her gait. She was walking slouched over more like an ape or a cavewoman. Peter told her to sit and she responded with a grunt.

"Like, Cindi wants to know what is wrong with Diane? Diane ok?" Cindi said with a gasp as Natasha worked her pussy with her tongue.

"Diane is fine my stupid bimbo. She just had a reaction to her medicine and now she kind of a different person." Peter responded.

Looking around Peter smiled. "Well, time to blow this ice cream stand. This bubble gun is the key to a whole new world for me. But first let's get rid of some baggage."

Peter got his new bimbos more or less dressed and was able to sort of get Diane into a lab coat. She wouldn't wear any shoes or anything other than a loose fitting lab coat and she now as unable to really talk other than in one or two word bits. Peter used the Dean's master access card to gain access to the security system and he deleted the entire night's log. All access, all video, all records, gone. He then used her card to access the department safe and cleaned out the petty cash to the tune of $17,000. He wiped everything down, and took the keys to the department van.

He loaded his five bimbo sluts into the van along with a large batch of the bubble formula. He kept his bubble gun close, and he headed off campus. He pulled out his cell phone and grinned as his pulled up a number. It was one he never thought he would use again, but again fate seemed to be kind to him.

The number rang a bit and then a rough voice on the other end picked up. "Yeah, who's this and what do you want?"

"Tyrone, it's Peter. I enjoyed the game a couple of weeks back, and I wanted to thank you for the tickets."

"Peter? Oh yeah, the college game. Yeah, it was a good one. Glad to help."

"Yeah, speaking of tickets though I just happen to have come across 5 tickets. A couple are on the 45 yard line, the others about the 35 yard line. I can't go, but I figured you might be interested."

"Well, I might be. Not sure how you got tickets, especially that good of a set but why don't you swing by the shop and we will talk out front."

"Done, see you in about 1 hour."

Peter smiled as he looked at his bimbos. "Well, this should work out just fine."

1AM IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT IN AN ALLEYWAY

Peter got out of the van after parking it in a blind alleyway behind a cheap hourly motel and a liquor store. Parked on the other end was a caddy with some definite "pimp" style going. A large man got out and walked over to him.

"Frankie. Good to see you again. Thanks for coming to see me." Peter said and extended his hand.

The large black man in a nice suit shook his hand with some strength in the grip. Frankie was a pimp, but no one ever called him that. He was really much more than that. Aside from hookers, he managed a lot of strippers and did a lot of business with the frat houses and private clubs on the campus. His customers included some women who were bi or had some interesting tastes. He also was a buyer of drugs from the various chemistry students. Not large amounts but enough to make a good rep for solid product. No college kid ever crossed him. Not so much out of fear (although he certainly was tough enough) but out of the fear that he could cut you off. His turf was the college and no other dealer or pimp worked there.

Peter had utilized Frankie's services for some strippers for a frat party a while back and had kept in touch for an occasional fling or small bag of weed. Tonight though, Peter was hoping to sell Frankie something really fine.

"Frankie, I won't go into details but I have something you will want to buy. I'm not sure you can use it here, but I figure someone with your connections can certainly turn a profit with it. Come on over to the van and have a look." Peter said and led him around to the side door. Peter had parked carefully so no one could see inside the van.

Peter opened the door and Frankie's eyes widened at the site of five hot bitches staring back at him. Peter had stopped by an underground salon that catered to hookers and strippers and had had his girls made up fine. Cindi was now sporting a bright red hairdo in a long braid and was decked out in a red latex mini-skirt, matching halter top, and red thigh boots with bright red lipstick. Natasha and Tristan were both sporting black hair and thick dark makeup. Both bimbos wore their hair straight and long, and both wore black. Natasha work an outfit identical to Cindi except it was wet look black, and Tristan wore a skintight spandex body suit with a low cut to show off her ample cleavage and 6 inch stiletto heels. Wendi had the most complete makeover and she sported platinum blonde hair hanging in a braid, and a metallic gold O-Ring dress that barely covered her snatch or held her tits in check. She also wore golden leg wraps and gold heels. Diane sported golden blonde hair and wore a golden g-string bikini and gold flip flops. She was busy playing with herself and simply grunted when the door opened.

After a few seconds of looking at the women, Frankie looked at Peter and said "Damn. Okay, I think we can work something out. But I need to sample the merchandise first. Also, anything I need to know about these tickets? Any special restrictions or issues if you follow?"

Peter nodded. "A couple. First, while they have had a nice makeover they are pretty well known on campus. So local use is out. That one in the bikini is a functional idiot. She can fuck, she can suck, but she can't really talk or tell time or anything else. You use her and you will need to have her in a room with someone managing her time. These other bitches are bimbos. They are stupid but can work the streets, dance on stages, whatever. They love fucking, and will do ANYTHING you want them to do. Just remember they are not smart. But once I tell them they belong to you, they will be loyal till they die."

Frankie nodded and then reached over and took Natasha by the hand. Natasha giggled and eased out of the van. She looped her arm around Frankie's waist and said "My master said I need to show you how much fun I can be, so let's get started baby."

Frankie nodded and led her off thru a back door into the cheap hotel. Peter had Wendi blow him while he waited and he greatly enjoyed the now bimbofied Dean on her knees sucking him like the pro she now was. After about 30 minutes Frankie came back with a stupid grin on his face.

"You got a deal. I'll take all five bitches at $10,000 a piece. Cash money and I'll have it here in 10 minutes."

Peter smiled and replied "Given your look I think they are worth way more than that. I can take them upstate with no problem and get a better offer."

They haggled for a bit and finally agreed to $25,000 a piece and some free samples of Frankie's stock. A half hour later a limo pulled up and two men got out. One handed Frankie a small case while the other opened the back door of the limo. Peter counted his money; found it all there and then gave his bimbos their orders.

"Okay bitches; you belong to Frankie now until he sells you to someone else. You obey him just like you do me, okay? Now hop into that limo and get your new lives as hookers started."

The girls all giggled and gave him a sloppy kiss as they strutted into the limo. Frankie went and got Natasha and Peter told her the same thing. She gave him a nice long kiss and a wink and joined the others.

The limo pulled off and Frankie shook his hand. "Best deal I've made in weeks. Hell, I even paid way more than I normally do but for tail that fine and willing, they will be easy sells. How the fuck did you get these bitches?"

"Trade secret. I won't share it, but I'll use it for you. How would you like me to make every one of your girls stupid, horny, and willing? I mean the perfect hooker, no arguing, no ratting you out, no worries about going to the cops, just stupid, horny, loyal girls who just want to party and fuck. I can make it happen, but it will cost you." Peter said as he looked at the pimp.

Frankie had a good poker face and Peter couldn't read him. After a minute he said "Anyone?"

"Anyone. 100% success rate guaranteed. But I gotta get close, so if you are talking about the President's wife or something forget it."

Frankie nodded and Peter could see him working something over in his head. Then he said "Alright college boy, here's the gig. There's a cop causing me problems. She's a rookie and she's one of those "I'm gonna clean this place up no matter who gets in my way" types that the media loves. I've gots protection in high places but she is a elephant in a china shop. Anyone who tries to get in her way she screams to the press about and then we have problems. She just got promoted to detective in Vice and she is causing me some problems my protection can't cover. She isn't on to me yet, she thinks I'm still just a stripper manager but she's smart and will figure me out given time. I don't want her to have that time you dig?"

Peter nodded and swallowed. He hadn't wanted to be a hit man for a pimp but he could see the point the pimp had. "Well, not exactly what I had in mind but okay. Once I nail her you need to move her out and I want no strings back to me."

Frankie nodded. "Done, trust me this bitch will be gone so fast your head will spin. Just do what you did to this prime tail and she's a quick sale. Here, check out the photo."

Peter looked at an online article and immediately saw the cop in question. "Damn, she is a looker."

The cop was a natural Nordic blonde with that dull golden hair, thick and wavy, and she sported a awesome figure and a great rack that even a police uniform couldn't hide.

"Rebecca Howe. Okay, I need some info on her, you got anything or am I on my own?" Peter asked.

Frankie handed him a small notebook. "Here is what I have. One thing that might help. You know that substation the cops opened two blocks down? She parks herself there on weekends working on trying to turn hookers into informants and hassling anyone walking the streets. This weekend, the other two cops stationed there might be distracted for a hour or so if you need it. That help?"

Peter nodded. "I think I can work with that. I'll check some things out and get back with you later."

NEXT WEEKEND AT THE SUBSTATION

Detective Sergeant Rebecca Howe scowled at the two girls in front of her. Both seemed to wilt a bit under her glare but she could tell they still had a lot of defiance in them.

"You two idiots are in a lot of trouble. Its bad enough you are stripping to pay for college, but hooking too? I'm tempted to fucking toss your keys and let you rot!" she snarled.

"Fuck you! We aren't hookers! Yeah we strip, but we don't turn tricks! We were just walking down the street when you scooped us up!" The blonde one replied with a bit of spite in her voice.

"No shit! We were just heading to work! Fucking pig, its bad enough you treat minorities like you do but..." the brunette started to say.

SLAM!!

"Cut that Social Justice bullshit out you little whore, it doesn't hold any water with me! I have you two on solicitation and I can make it stick. You give up your pimp and I'll go easy on you." Rebecca said.

"Cripes lady! I TOLD you, we are not HOOKERS!" the blonde said with what sounded like real anger in her voice.

Rebecca had heard it all before and wasn't about to go easy on them. Truth be told, they might be telling the truth, but Rebecca was rousting the whole district as part of her plan to dig up the master mind pimp who if rumor was believed had been operating here for decades. Rebecca stood up and leaned forward. She was about to tear into the blonde when the door to the interrogation room opened.

Rebecca turned with a frown to rip into whoever was coming in and was surprised to see a young man she had never seen before walk in with a small bubble blower.

"Who the hell are you?" she said as she faced him.

The man pulled the trigger and a large bubble shot out and hit her right in the nose.

"POP!!"

Rebecca blinked and swayed a bit. The man said "So tell me what are doing?"

"I'm uh, erm, oh yeah, I'm talking to these two hookers. I'm trying to get information." Rebecca said with some effort. Her head felt funny and she was finding it hard to think.

"Really? That sounds hard for a bimbo like you. You shouldn't be a cop, someone like you needs to be a hooker." The man said.

Rebecca blinked and straightened a bit. She opened her mouth to give this guy what for and...

"POP!!"

"Uh, what was I doing again?"

"We were talking. You were not sure if you wanted to be a cop anymore because it's so hard to think all the time. I was suggesting you become a hooker as you can just fuck all the time and don't have to think."

Rebecca frowned. That sounded fun actually. But she was a good guy, someone who put bad guys in jail and pimps and hookers were bad guys. And girls too. She giggled at that correction. Her hand strayed to her snatch and she began to rub it.

"Um, well, I don't know. I kinda like being a cop. Sex is nice and all, but..."

"POP!!"

Rebecca blinked again. The man stood in front of her and unzipped his pants. His very hard cock flopped out and she stared at it. She licked her lips and smiled.

"Well, that cock won't suck itself. Why don't you give me a blow job and then let me fuck you. I'll give you some money then and you can decide if you want to be a cop or a hooker."

Rebecca thought for a second and screwed up her face. Thinking was sooooo hard for ditz like her, but the man's idea sounded great. With another giggle she dropped to her knees and started to suck him.

"Damn, what did you do that bitch?" the blonde girl asked with a smile as the cop went down.

"I, uh, oh you have some talent, made her dumber using this." Peter said holding up his bubble gun. "It's a little invention of mine and I'm taking care of a problem. Your boss sent me to take care of this bitch."

"Our boss? What boss?" The brunette asked as she watched Rebecca work the man.

"Yeah, we manage ourselves. Did Mr. Jones from the Scarlett Letter send you?" the blonde asked as she stood up and walked up behind Rebecca.

Peter thought for a moment. "Huh, sorry, I got you mixed up with someone else I guess. I figured you were the two girls that got arrested earlier."

The blonde had moved up behind Rebecca and removed her gun and badge. "Here now you little slut, you don't need any of this. We'll just put this over here on the table while you give this nice man a lovely little blowjob, kay?"

Rebecca nodded while her head went up and down and she slowly worked Peter's dick deeper and deeper down her throat.

The brunette knelt down beside her and grinned at Peter. "That's it. You want to be a good little cock sucker don't you. Yes, that's right. Just ease that cock down your sweet little throat. No need to think about it, just do it."

Rebecca's throat seemed to relax as the two girls whispered to her and her eyes seemed to dull even more. Peter's cock slid all the way down and he slowly pulled it back up. Rebecca took a deep breath and then took it all down again. After several times Peter lost it and blew a big wad straight into her stomach.

Rebecca ate all of it and when he pulled his cock out she giggled and grinned stupidly at him. "That was totes fun! I wanna do that all the time! I wanna be a hooker!"

Peter nodded and said "Okay, I'll set you up, but first bend over that table and drop your pants. I need to fuck you to see if you are worth fucking."

The bimbo nodded with a smile and started stripping out of her clothes. Peter looked at the two other girls who were grinning at the cop and shooting him appraising looks.

"Hey, if you two are not hookers you can go. There are no cops up front for the next 20 minutes or so and the security cams are fried. I shredded all the paperwork on the desk and the log book so there is no record of your arrest."

The girls looked at each other and the blonde looked at him. "Uh, I don't get what you did to this bitch, but it was totally cool and it REALLY turned me on to see you reduce this stuck up bitch to a skank hooker. You do this a lot?"

Peter moved up behind Rebecca and slid his cock into her tight wet pussy and began to pump. "Well, uh, "grunt", nice and tight, I got into this gig recently. I, oh fuck that's nice and tight, have the ability to make people dopey, horny, and stupid, and I'm discovering there is a nice market for my skills. Why do you ask?"

The brunette spoke up. "We're both stripping to pay for college. But it's a big ass pain. The money is good but the shit we get on campus from the sorority crowd sucks ass. And some of the feminazi professors are even worse. I had a job lined up for summer but one of the SJW professors called the company and told them I was a stripper and got me fired before I could even start! Fuck them with a broom handle, if you are going to make bimbo hookers out of the whole lot, I'd like to help out."