“Do you want to suck my cock?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly, and he shoved his hard dick into my mouth. I began to suck his cock. In the past, I had never really enjoyed — or been particularly good at — giving blowjobs, but now, I loved it. And judging by his reaction, I was pretty good at sucking cock. Maybe it was because of my plump, dick sucking lips; maybe it was because, suddenly, my gag reflex seemed to have disappeared completely. I had no trouble deep throating his dick.
Paul pulled my hair aggressively, asserting his dominance. “Deeper,” he whispered.
Somehow, I managed to go even deeper. His thick cock slid all the way down my throat. I played with his balls as I sucked him off.
“Don’t stop...” he said, his piercing eyes fixed on mine.
I obediently kept going. I wanted nothing more than to serve and please him. Oddly enough, the longer I sucked his cock, the wetter my pussy got. I began to finger myself, stroking my pussy as I took all of Paul’s cock in my mouth.
“You want me to fuck your pussy?” Paul asked. He had noticed that I was touching myself.
“Mmhmm,” I replied, my voice muffled by his cock.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and pushed me down onto the massage bed. Paul ripped off his shirt, revealing a muscled torso. I gasped at the sight of his body. He really was the sexiest man I had ever seen.
He climbed on top of me and began to kiss me. Our tongues met and I groaned as he bit my lip gently. “Aren’t you glad you came here?” he said in a low voice. His mouth was an inch away from mine, and I felt his hot breath on my skin.
“Yes,” I sighed, squirming beneath him. His hard cock was resting on my inner thigh, and I was desperate for him to fuck my pussy.
Paul ran his fingers through my long hair. “Me, too. You know what I like about my job? I get to change lives every day. And I have a feeling that you’ll be back for more... you wouldn’t want to go back to the way you were before, would you?”
“No,” I murmured. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Before? Before what? In my mind, I had been a hot bimbo forever.
“I love turning women into stupid whores...” He stroked my cheek tenderly. “You’re only good for one thing now... aren’t you glad I turned you into a dumb bimbo?”
Then I felt Paul’s cock slide into my soaking wet pussy. I gasped with pleasure as he penetrated me. He slid all the way in, as deep as he could, and stayed there for a moment, his hands resting on my big breasts.
He pulled out again, and then went back in. His pace was slow at first, but he picked up speed as he went, and soon, he was fucking me so hard and fast, I thought the massage bed might break.
Paul squeezed my breasts as he fucked me. He was clearly enjoying my voluptuous curves. And I was enjoying his touch. Every inch of my body was completely receptive to pleasure now. His fingers on my perky nipples, his lips on mine, his cock deep within me, all combined to fill me with more warmth and excitement than I had ever felt before. My entire body was tingling with pleasure.
“Yes,” I moaned softly as he fucked me. “Faster...”
Paul went even faster and soon, I felt a wave of ecstasy pass through my body. I began to tremble as I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably. Everyone in the building must have heard me climax.
I was even wetter after cumming, making it easier for Paul to fuck me even faster. Sweat was tripping down his toned torso as he exerted himself, thrusting in and out of my tight, wet hole. And then, with a heaving sigh and a groan, he pulled out of my pussy and showered my belly and breasts with a huge load of cum.
I lay there helplessly for a moment. Paul stood up quickly and started getting dressed.
“Time for you to go, Cassie,” he said bluntly. “I have some work to do.”
I sighed. “I don’t want to go,” I murmured.
He tossed me my underwear. “I’ll have someone bring you a robe so you can cover up.”
“But... my clothes...” I murmured.
Paul laughed. “You clothes won’t fit you anymore.”
I giggled. “Oh... I see.”
He grinned at me and left the room. “See you next month, sexy.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I cleaned myself off and, a moment later, a female employee entered the room, holding a white robe for me.
I almost hated covering up my new, sexy body. I noticed that this woman, although beautiful and busty herself, didn’t hold a candle to me. My body was way hotter than hers.
“First time in the Bimbo Machine?” she asked me wearily. She was probably tired of dealing with eager, new bimbos and escorting dumb sluts out of the building.
“Bimbo Machine...” It all came back to me. My transformation. My old self. “Hey... can I go in the machine again today?”
She laughed. “Sweetie, more than once a month would be dangerous. Wait until the effects wear off... then you can come back for another ride in the machine.”
I pouted. It had been so much fun, getting transformed and then fucking sexy Paul. Why couldn’t I do it again?
At that moment, the woman was called into a different room. She told me to hurry up and then she was gone. I waited for a few minutes and then, a brilliant idea crossed my bimbo mind. I sneaked down the hall and into the room with the Bimbo Machine. No one was going to tell me what I could or couldn’t do.
Luckily, the room was empty. I took off my robe and stared at the confusing buttons on the outside. I had no idea which ones to press, so I selected a random combination and climbed inside. Unfortunately, I couldn’t shut the lid myself.
Suddenly, I heard voices in the corridor. I lay very still as two men entered the room, chatting with one another. Neither voice belonged to Paul.
“So, what’s this thing supposed to do?” one man asked the other.
“I’m not sure. But the guy who owns the place said he wanted us to replace the control panel. Should be an easy job,” the other replied.
Then, the machine lid slammed shut, and I was trapped inside. I heard one of the maintenance men pressing some buttons and then unscrewing something.
“That’ll do it!” he said brightly. “Let’s just see if we can get it running.” I heard him pull the lever.
The transformation process began as the Bimbo Machine started to work its magic, roaring and humming around my body. This time, I was prepared, and I didn’t scream out in pain or pleasure. I simply lay there, eyes closed, relishing the strange sensations of my body being manipulated and squeezed and expanded.
When the buzzing and humming of the machine stopped, one of the men outside said, “Hey... is someone in there?”
They must have heard me breathing. Or maybe I had accidentally let out a sexy moan.
“Yes,” I called back. My voice was even higher and more feminine than before.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am!” he cried, and he quickly opened the machine.
As I climbed out, the man stared at me, wide-eyed. I had become an even more extreme version of myself. My breasts and ass had ballooned to twice the size they were before. My waist was so small and pinched, I looked like a doll. My hair was longer, my legs more shapely, my skin smoother. When I smiled at the men, I could feel that my lips were fuller, too.
Before either of the men could speak, I started walking towards them. Within moments, my bra had given way under the pressure of my new, enormous breasts. It popped off and my gigantic tits bounced freely. I giggled and made a half-hearted attempt to cover them up. But I could tell the men wanted to look at them, so I puffed out my chest and said softly, “You two are cute...”
“We didn’t know — we didn’t know anyone was in here,” one of the guys stammered.
Both of them were tall and well-built. I glanced at their crotches and saw the outlines of their half-erect cocks through their pants — they were already getting hard just looking at my sexy body.
I laughed softly. Fucking Paul had been fun... but fuck
ing two guys at once would be even better.
One of the men rushed to shut the door. I knew that these guys were thinking the same thing I was. We were all on the same page: horny and ready to have fun.
I approached one guy and began to unbutton his shirt and run my hands through his hair. He grabbed and my breasts and squeezed my ass, kissing my lips. Then I walked up to the other guy and he stealthily slid my panties down and began to stroke my throbbing pussy.
“Yes...” I murmured. “That feels so good...”
I fumbled with his belt. I could barely function, I was so turned on. He quickly got undressed, and the other man did the same.
I wished that these men would take charge the way Paul had, but then again, Paul was more experienced with bimbos than they were. I would have to show them how to use my body. Once they understood I was fully willing to be their personal fuck toy, they would know how to dominate me and use my body for pleasure.
I got on my hands and knees and one of the guys knelt behind me. He smacked my ass and then lifted it up in the air. I nearly screamed as I felt his long, agile tongue begin to lick my delicate folds. My body trembled as he ate me out eagerly, expertly using his lips and tongue to stimulate my pussy. He licked me in soft circles around my clitoris, and I was getting wetter and wetter as he pleasured me.
Meanwhile, the other man was kissing me, shoving his tongue in my mouth and running his hands through my hair. He wasn’t tender and gentle with me for too long. He stood up and hovered over me, jacking off in my face before shoving his big cock between my pouty lips. He was even more well-endowed than Paul. This man held my head still and began to move his cock in and out of my mouth, face fucking me aggressively.
At the same time, the man behind me stopped eating me out. He pushed his fingers deep into my wet hole and then I felt his hard cock begin to inch its way inside me. I moaned as he filled my pussy. Soon, I was getting fucked on both ends. I had never been used like this before. I loved every second of it.
My big tits jiggled beneath me as one man fucked my face and the other pounded my pussy. It wasn’t long before I was cumming, my entire body shaking as I experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
The man in front of me pulled his dick out of my mouth just long enough for me to scream out in pleasure, and then plunged it back in. A few moments later, I felt him explode inside my mouth. I eagerly swallowed his seed. And then the man behind me pulled out of my pussy and came all over me, huge ropes of cum landing on my sexy ass.
The two men stood up and grinned at each other, then looked down at me. “Thanks for the ride,” one of them said to me as he started to get dressed.
“Hey,” the other one said, “maybe I should bring my wife here!”
“Yeah... my girlfriend could definitely use a day at the ‘spa’!”
They laughed and left the room. I slowly stood up, dazed and satisfied. My body was covered in sweat and cum. I dabbed the corners of my lips and looked around for something to wear.
The door burst open again and Paul entered, a mousy young woman behind him. She was a dull-looking, flat-chested girl. The moment she saw me, my sweaty tits jiggling, my long hair matted with sweat, she clapped her hand over her mouth in shock.
Paul shook his head. “And this... this is another new customer.” He sighed and approached me. “Cassie, did you just fuck those two maintenance men?”
I nodded, feeling slightly humiliated (and extremely naughty). “I’ve been very bad,” I murmured. Then I glanced at the girl, analyzing her body. I was far superior to her, and she knew it.
The girl gazed at my breasts, my exposed pussy, and my luscious legs and shook her head in disbelief. “This is what I’ll look like?” she asked softly.
“Two treatments in one day will do this to you,” Paul said. His eyes flashed mischievously in my direction. “But only very, very naughty bimbos do that.”
The girl’s eyes lit up. “I want two treatments.” She smiled sweetly at Paul, and there wasn’t a doubt in my bimbo mind that once she was transformed, she would do everything she could to fuck him. I was already jealous.
Paul laughed. “I’ll see what I can do. Just sign the form and...”
Before he could finish his sentence, the young woman had scrawled her name, slipped out of her clothes, and climbed into the bimbo machine.
I could see the wheels spinning in Paul’s head. Soon, two treatments would become the norm for new customers. Eventually, maybe even three (if his clients’ bodies could stand that kind of extreme transformation). And as word of his spa and his special transformation machine spread, all the women in town would willingly turn themselves into bimbos sluts.
I put on a robe — my breasts were so big now, I could barely tie it shut — and headed out as Paul pressed some buttons and the Bimbo Machine started whirring and humming; the girl inside began to moan excitedly. Even though I had just gotten fucked by two sexy men, I was already horny again. I would have no trouble finding men to fuck now. And I had no other reason for existing anymore.
I giggled. What a wonderful birthday it had been!
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