Bimbo Fiction

Blonde hair cascaded in soft waves around a round face. Carefully applied makeup accentuated bright eyes and full lips. The pink dress fit as though it had been tailored specifically for the body wearing it. Especially for the round artificial globes protruding from his chest.

None of it should have felt familiar. Yet somehow it did. That was the part that frightened him.

Mark remembered the first session with Madame Aphrodite. At least, he thought he did.

The memories had become strangely difficult to sort through. He could remember discovering the online seminars. Remember the curiosity that led him to attend one. Remember finding the charismatic speaker fascinating.

After that, everything blurred. Weeks seemed to vanish. New habits appeared. New clothes arrived.

Entire purchases sat in his apartment without any memory of ordering them. At first he had assumed stress was affecting him. Now he wasn't so sure. His gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

The reflection smiled. A heartbeat later, he realized he was smiling too. The expression felt effortless.

A warm sensation drifted through his thoughts, softening the panic that had been building there.

'Everything was okay.'

The thought appeared so suddenly that Mark flinched.

Where had it come from? He tried to hold onto the question. The answer dissolved before he could examine it.

A faint giggle escaped his lips.

Mark's eyes widened. The sound didn't feel intentional. It simply happened.

Then another warm wave rolled through his mind, carrying the embarrassment away before it could fully form.

He was overthinking again. Madame Aphrodite always said that people suffered because they fought themselves.

The memory surfaced clearly. Her tantalizing voice.

Mark swallowed.

The reflection in the mirror looked relaxed. Far happier than he remembered feeling in years. That realization unsettled him more than anything else.

His phone chimed softly. The sound broke the spell. Mark looked down. A notification glowed on the screen.

'Weekly Session Beginning in 10 Minutes'

Beneath it sat a familiar emblem: a stylized A fused with a heart. For a moment, clarity returned. He should delete the application. Cancel the session.

A gentle eagerness that spread through his chest and slowly unraveled his resolve.

He didn't feel like Mark anymore.

No, she felt like Maria.

She was pretty. And eager.

Maria picked up her phone, smiling softly as the app opened. The display shifted to a familiar logo, followed by a countdown. Excitement grew within her.

Soon, the screen changed again.

This time a woman appeared. Long blonde hair cascaded over a tight white latex dress..

A pair of bright blue eyes locked on her own and Maria found she couldn't look away. The woman spoke slowly.

"Welcome to our weekly session. Let's get started, shall we?"

Her voice seemed to resonate within Maria's skull. The words felt more real than the world around her.

"We are going to do something new today, my dear."

The voice paused. It was soft, yet somehow commanding attention.

"You have been so obedient and eager for my sessions. I believe you deserve to be rewarded."

The last word sent a shiver through her body.

"You may have noticed some changes around your life. At this point you must look like a bimbo. I'm proud of you for that."

Maria blushed. Her skin warmed, and the sensation spread to her chest. She felt hot inside. Her breasts grew heavier.

She could sense the fabric of the dress rubbing against her nipples. They ached with need. The heat seemed to reach her stomach as well. The blonde woman smiled.

"Good. Now, take a deep breath."

The woman paused again.

The video cut out, leaving only a black screen.

The next moment, a sound rose from her phone.

Maria's breath caught. Her girl cock pressed against her thong. She saw her pupils shrink. Arousal throbbed between her legs.

Madame Aphrodite spoke again, "Focus on the tone, dear. Listen to the sound of it. Let it fill you. Let it take you away."

Her voice seemed to grow deeper. Maria listened. Her eyelids felt heavy, and her breathing slowed. She wanted to keep watching. The black screen filled with a single image, the emblem of Aphrodite's company. The heart-shaped A. It pulsed softly. Each beat matched the sound.

"You have always been a bimbo. Whatever you remember before this very moment was nothing but a test designed by your Goddess. A trial run. You passed. Now you can be her obedient little whore, forever. That is your reward, dear."

The word sent a warm feeling through her body, making it tingle from head to toe.

She knew it was true. Of course it was. Madame Aphrodite would never lie to her.

The warmth spread deeper, sinking into her bones. The thought should have bothered her. Instead she found herself accepting it. She wanted this.

Another image flashed across the screen.

A bimbo like herself thrust her girl cock into another slut.

A rush of heat shot up her spine, and she gasped.

She needed to touch herself.

Madame Aphrodite laughed lightly. "That's right. Feel it. Embrace it." Maria bit her lip. The woman on the video spoke again, "Tell me, my dear, who are you?"

Maria's mouth moved without thought. "Maria," she whispered. "A bimbo who belongs to Aphrodite Incorporated."

She felt the truth of those words as soon as she said them. It didn't matter how it had happened or when.

It simply was true. The world around her melted away, leaving her floating in darkness. A single image remained visible: the heart shaped A that pulsed in time with the hypnotic sound that filled her mind.

"Very good. You may touch yourself now." The woman's voice grew fainter. Maria moaned softly as she reached down to slide her fingers beneath her dress.

And found her throbbing girl cock. A wave of pleasure rolled through her as her fingertips brushed against it.

Madame Aphrodite's voice faded further into the background, becoming just another part of the music playing through the phone.

Her body felt light and airy. Her mind floated freely. All she could think of was the pleasure building inside her.

With each pump whoever she had been was lost. Gone. Replaced with the blonde bimbo she was meant to be.

Maria's free hand reached up to cup her left breast. The artificial sensation was so real she couldn't help but squeeze gently. Her nipple hardened instantly.

"Oh goddess," Maria whimpered. The pleasure built faster now. Each stroke of her cock brought her closer to orgasm. Soon she was trembling, her thighs shaking as the pressure mounted. Madame Aphrodite's voice came back louder than before. "Don't hold back. Cum for me, dear."

It felt so good. So perfect. The need to cum grew overwhelming.

She arched upward and cried out, her whole body tensing. Her muscles contracted, and then suddenly released. Waves of ecstasy coursed through her body as her girl cock pulsed once more. Thick spurts of white fluid erupted from her cock. Each one sent shivers down her spine.

As Maria drifted back into consciousness she heard Madame Aphrodite speaking softly. "My beautiful little whore, I'm very happy you managed to become a good slut. You are my obedient bimbo. It's time to use that thing between your thighs. You will shortly get an address sent to your phone. One of my most loyal servants lives there. Breed that bitch, my bimbo. Breed the cunt like she is your property. She will be waiting. Now, go."

***

Madame Aphrodite leaned back and smiled. Another one lost to pleasure, to a bliss that erased all thoughts of identity or past life.

She tapped her screen and sent an address to her newest toy. One of her best sluts lived there, one of the first ones. The goddess in mortal coil laughed as she imagined all the material that she would gain. The images, the movies, the sounds. And of course the future of her growing Empire.

The sound made Sarah's stomach twist.

Three weeks ago, that laugh wouldn't have bothered her. Back then it had been rare, a brief crack in the professional demeanor of a competent coworker.

Now it was constant.

Every sentence. Every thought. Every movement seemed punctuated by another airy burst of amusement.

At first Sarah had assumed it was some sort of crisis. People made strange decisions. That explained the dramatic makeover. The strange new habits. The bizarre way Sylvia had started talking.

But over time, the explanation stopped making sense.

The old Sylvia had been intelligent, focused, and ambitious.

The woman stumbling around the room now seemed incapable of discussing anything for more than thirty seconds without drifting into meaningless chatter.

It was as though an entirely different person occupied the same body.

Sarah watched as Sylvia nearly dropped a bundle of cables.

"Oh my gosh," Sylvia muttered, catching them at the last second. "That would've been, like, super embarrassing."

Sarah glared.

Sylvia didn't notice. She was too busy fiddling with a tablet and a pair of oversized headphones resting on a nearby table.

The sight made Sarah's pulse quicken. Those headphones worried her. Almost as much as the screen connected to them. The display glowed softly with shifting colors and strange geometric patterns.

Sarah had no idea what it was.

She only knew it was the reason she was here.

The memory returned in fragments.

Coffee.

Conversation.

Sylvia inviting her over.

Something special she wanted to share.

Sarah had agreed mostly out of concern.

She remembered walking into the apartment. Seeing equipment she didn't recognize. Then, Nothing. The next thing she knew, she was tied to a chair. A cold knot formed in her stomach.

Sylvia finally looked up. Her smile widened immediately.

"There you are!" she chirped.

Sarah stared.

Sylvia pointed excitedly at the equipment.

"Oh my gawd, Sarah. You are so gonna love it."

Sarah shook her head violently.

The answer only seemed to amuse Sylvia.

"Everybody like does that at first."

That wasn't reassuring. Not even slightly.

Sylvia bounced on her heels and clasped her hands together. A look of genuine excitement crossed her face.

"As soon as Princess Jaquie gets here, everything can start."

Sarah froze.

Princess who?

The question flashed through her mind.

Unfortunately, the answer arrived a moment later.

A cheerful chime echoed from somewhere deeper in the apartment. Sylvia gasped. Her eyes widened.

"Oh!"

For the first time since Sarah had arrived, the blonde looked genuinely nervous. She hurried toward the door.

"She's here."

The simple statement sent a chill racing down Sarah's spine. Because whatever was happening, Sylvia clearly wasn't in charge. And somehow, that realization terrified Sarah far more than the restraints.

Sarah watched as Sylvia disappeared down a hallway. She immediately resumed struggling against the gag. The effort proved fruitless. The fabric remained firmly in place.

Footsteps approached. Two pairs of clacking heels.

Both sounded odd. Almost mechanical. A second passed.

Then a stranger stepped into the room.

She was dressed in a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and an absurdly low cut blouse that revealed the inner curve of her breasts.

And a pair of towering heels that forced her up onto her toes.

The woman looked into Sarah's eyes. Her hair hung loose around her face. It was a brilliant, platinum shade of blonde. The kind that could never have happened naturally. It looked too polished and perfect. It flowed over her shoulders like liquid gold, framing features that seemed almost artificially sculpted.

High cheekbones.

Plush lips.

A smooth jaw.

She looked like the kind of model you might find in the centerfold of an expensive magazine.

"Princess," Sylvia gushed. "This is like Sarah. And like she's like totally what we need."

The strange woman looked from Sarah to Sylvia and then back to Sarah again.

"I know, honey." The response was gentle but firm. She turned and smiled brightly. "I'm the one who gave you the instructions."

Sarah swallowed. She had a sinking suspicion she understood exactly what those instructions were.

The stranger stepped closer.

Sylvia followed behind, practically buzzing with excitement. The pair stopped in front of her. A moment passed. The silence felt suddenly thick and awkward.

"I think introductions are probably in order," the strange woman finally said, breaking it.

Sarah watched warily.

"My name is Jaquie. But most people around here just call me 'Princess.'"

Sarah looked back to Sylvia.

"And this is Sylvia, of course," Princess Jaquie continued. She smiled. It was an expression that somehow made the situation feel even more surreal. "I think you've met. She's like one of our most enthusiastic new additions. A real bimbo doll."

Sylvia practically melted.

Sarah looked between the two. She wasn't entirely sure how to respond.

Her eyes landed on the restraints around her wrists. Then her ankles.

Princess Jaquie looked at the same thing.

"Oh, of course." The woman smiled again, this time in an almost apologetic manner. "You're probably wondering why we went through so much trouble. But it's a lot to take in, honey. We just didn't want you hurting yourself in case things went south. You know how it is."

Sarah most definitely did not know.

"Girls are always so full of dumb ideas. Like they have choices or a personality. Sylvia here knows how dumb those are." Princess Jaquie patted the girl on the shoulder. Sylvia giggled. "But we'll help you understand. Won't we?"

Sylvia nodded, bouncing slightly on her heels.

"Like totally. Like I got all the stuff ready," she said.

Princess Jaquie's expression shifted.

"That's great, honey," she said. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair. The motion was smooth and practiced. Her eyes seemed to focus on nothing at all for a second before shifting back to the girl. "I think I'll go grab us some toys. It's going to be a fun night."

With that, she turned and strode from the room, heels clicking as she walked. A moment later the sound of a door opening echoed from somewhere in the house. Then a faint thud of the door shutting.

Sylvia looked at Sarah.

"Just you wait. You're gonna love this."

Sarah pulled at her bonds again, testing their strength.

They held easily.

Sylvia's giggles faded to amused chuckling.

"That's so funny," she murmured, "watching you do that."

Sarah wanted very badly to punch her.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem possible.

"You like should stop. Princess says you get to start having fun soon." The blonde nodded to herself. "Yeah. It'll be totally great."

Sarah watched as Sylvia began to move.

She walked toward a low table nearby. She picked up the tablet she had been working on before and set it on the table in front of Sarah. Next she placed the headphones over Sarah's ears.

A constant droning beat filled her head. It pulsed and shifted, a rhythmic thud of sound. The patterns were strange. They seemed to shift and change in unexpected ways. They swelled and subsided in odd ways. It was hard to describe. The sound was strange and mesmerizing and oddly comforting.

Sylvia leaned over Sarah and pressed a button on the front of the tablet screen.

The device's display suddenly came to life. Bright lights flashed in front of her eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Images raced in front of her eyes, words chased words. They flashed past so quickly they were nearly impossible to read. Sarah's head spun as the world blurred into a riot of colors and noise. Her eyes watered. The images began to overlap, blurring together and becoming an unbroken stream of motion and noise. Her heart beat faster and faster as the lights and sounds swirled and blended. The images and sounds seemed to grow louder, filling the room and pressing down upon her, suffocating and overwhelming.

Sylvia put the tablet back down.

"Like don't worry, Sarah." The words were hard to hear through the din inside the headset. The voice seemed to echo strangely inside her mind. "You like don't need to do anything. I'm gonna do it all for you. Just relax. Let your mind go."

Sarah had no idea how to do that. Her eyes ached from the strain of the images flashing past. Her head throbbed from the pounding in her ears. She tried to think. She tried to focus on the woman talking to her, but it was impossible to do. All she could focus on was the soothing pattern on the large screen.

It was mesmerizing.

Her eyelids felt heavy. Her vision blurred and her mind wandered aimlessly, drifting from one image to the next.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breathing slowed and deepened. She let out a long sigh.

Her eyes opened slowly. Her breathing was slow, steady, and rhythmic. She felt relaxed.

Sylvia's hands slid along Sarah's shoulders.

"It's okay." Sylvia whispered in her ear, the words soft and soothing, "Let it happen. Let it happen."

"That's right, darling. Let it happen," echoed Princess Jacquie's sultry tones in Sarah's ear. "Just let go. You're so ready for it. You can't fight anymore."

Sarah closed her eyes.

She let her head fall back against the chair.

It was too much. The colors. The lights. The patterns.

She felt like she was drowning in them. She couldn't fight them anymore.

"Good girl," purred Princess Jacquie.

"That's it. Just let it happen," cooed Sylvia, her voice soothing. "Just give up."

"Give up."

The words reverberated in Sarah's skull.

"Feel all your thoughts pop. Just like bubbles."

She tried to concentrate.

"Just empty them all. They don't matter. None of them do. You don't need to think anymore."

It wasn't easy.

"You want to give in, don't you?"

Sarah couldn't tell anymore.

She couldn't feel anything. She felt like a doll, like her mind had become numb.

"Just relax," Jaquie continued, soothing, coaxing, seductive. "Relax and let yourself sink down. Deeper and deeper."

She could barely keep track of her breathing.

"Like it's totally easy," Sylvia said softly. "You don't even have to think about it. It's like your body does it for you."

"Just listen to the sound," Princess Jaquie purred, her voice deep and resonant, soothing, lulling, seductive. "The rhythm of it."

"It's like you just drift away," Sylvia said. "You're like totally gone."

"Just let yourself drift away," Princess Jaquie murmured. "That's right, darling, deeper and deeper."

Sarah felt something grip her thighs. Her head fell to one side.

"Let yourself go. Let your mind drift away. Let it all drift away."

"Like totally," Sylvia whispered, "It feels so good to not have to think anymore. To not worry or think. It's so easy. You're so empty. It's so good. It feels so good."

"Deeper and deeper," Jaquie repeated, "Deeper and deeper."

The room began to fade around Sarah.

"Deeper and deeper. Just like that. Let yourself go, honey."

Sarah's breath caught in her chest.

"Let everything else go. Just drift away. Let yourself drift away."

Sarah felt her body go slack, her limbs loose and heavy. She couldn't move her arms or her legs.

"Deeper and deeper," Sylvia said, her voice a soft, hypnotic whisper in her ear.

Something slipped between her thighs.

The sensations were so strange. Sarah felt as though her body was a stranger to her, her muscles sluggish and heavy, her thoughts sluggish and muddled.

"Like it's like you don't have to think about anything anymore," Sylvia said softly, "Just relax and let yourself go."

"Let yourself drift away," Princess Jaquie purred in her ear, "Deeper and deeper. That's right, honey, deeper and deeper."

Sarah's head rolled to one side. She felt as though her mind had been wrapped in a warm blanket of softness.

"Deeper and deeper, darling. Let yourself drift away."

Something brushed across her chest. Sarah couldn't focus enough to figure out what it was. The sensation was pleasant. Warmth blossomed within her. Fingers dug into her breasts. Sarah felt a small gasp of pleasure escape her lips. A shiver ran down her back as the fingers pinched her nipples. She arched her hips up off of the chair, seeking out more stimulation. Another moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

"Just let it all go, honey," Jaquie purred, "Just give up. It feels so good."

"It does feel good. Doesn't it?" Sylvia asked, "Just letting everything go? Letting your mind go blank?"

"Like it feels so good to be empty," Jaquie continued.

Nails brushed against Sarah's wet folds. Sarah felt herself grow more and more aroused. She felt a strange sense of emptiness, like she was missing something. She felt like she should be doing something. She had no idea what it might be.

"Just relax and let go," Sylvia murmured, "Just let it happen. It feels so good. Letting everything go."

Sarah moaned softly. Her body began to tremble and quiver.

"Like it's so much better without thoughts," Sylvia whispered in her ear. "Just empty and mindless."

"Dumb and slutty. Just a nice pair of tits and horny holes," Jaquie added. Her tone changed, a hint of command lacing through the soothing tones, "You don't need thoughts to be happy, do you, Sarah?"

A moment passed.

The sound in the headset continued. The images continued to flicker.

Sarah shook her head.

The response was weak.

"You want to be happy, don't you, darling?" Princess Jaquie continued, "You want to be happy, don't you?"

The fingers pinched her nipples again, drawing another low, drawn-out moan from her. Nails twisted her clit. Sarah bucked against the fingers.

"You don't want to think, do you?" Jaquie murmured in her ear.

Another moan escaped Sarah.

"You just want to be happy. Don't you? You just want to be empty."

The sound in her head throbbed louder, drowning out everything but Princess Jaquie and Sylvia's voices and her own gasping moans.

"Empty and stupid and slutty."

"Yes," Sarah breathed, her head rolling back and forth.

"Empty and dumb and slutty."

"Like it's like so much easier that way," Sylvia cooed.

"You don't have to think about anything," Princess Jacquie continued, her tone growing more authoritative, "It's all about being empty."

"Empty and dumb," Sylvia agreed, "Like it's so much easier to just be a bimbo."

"That's right," Jaquie purred, the sound thrumming inside of Sarah's chest, "Being empty. Being dumb. Being nothing. You want that, don't you? Bimbo Doll."

Another moment passed. Sarah swallowed hard.

She didn't want to answer. She couldn't.

The words felt so good. So soothing. Like warm milk in her ears.

"You want to be a bimbo doll," Jaquie commanded. "You want to be an empty-headed bimbo doll. You want to be a bimbo whore. Say it, darling. Say you want to be a dumb bimbo whore. A bimbo slave."

Sarah felt something tighten in her stomach.

"I-I-I," she stammered.

"Go ahead," Jaquie said, her voice soft but commanding. "Say it."

"Yes." Sarah's head lolled to the side.

"Yes what? Say it." The voice in her ears was a sultry whisper. "Say what you want, darling."

Sarah's tongue felt thick in her mouth. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her skin tingled. She couldn't focus.

"You want to be a bimbo whore? Don't you?"

Sarah nodded.

She didn't understand why, but it felt true.

"You want to be an empty, horny bimbo doll, don't you?"

"Yes," Sarah breathed.

"Yes, what?"

Sarah moaned. She felt like her head was swimming in a thick haze. She couldn't form words.

"I-I-I-I," she stammered. Sarah's words were slurred and thick.

"Go on, darling, say it," Princess Jaquie's voice was low and seductive in Sarah's ear. "Just say it. Just give in. Let it all go."

"Like say it. I'm a dumb bimbo whore," Sylvia whispered.

"Like I'm a bimbo whore," Sarah mumbled.

The fingers pinched and twisted her clit and nipples, drawing another gasping moan from her. The sensation seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping her body like a blanket of pleasure. She moaned, her hips bucking against the restraints. The pleasure was intoxicating. Her body shivered with need. She needed to be touched. To be filled. To be taken.

"Yes, darling, that's it. Let it go. Let it all go." The words seemed to reverberate through Sarah's mind. "Empty, bimbo whore."

"Like a dumb, empty bimbo whore," Sarah said, nodding.

"Yes, that's it, darling, that's it." The voice in Sarah's ears was a sultry whisper. "Empty, stupid, horny. Bimbo whore. All you want to be."

"Yes, bimbo whore." Sarah's voice was thick with arousal. "Bimbo whore. Empty, stupid, horny bimbo whore." Her voice grew more desperate with each repetition.

"Sylvia, get me the wand, I think Sarah has earned the next level. And put the gag back in."

"Totally, Princess," Sylvia said, giggling. Her hands slipped from Sarah's skin.

Sarah let out a whimper. She felt the pressure around her nipples release. Her chest heaved and her breath caught in her chest. The gag slipped between her teeth. She bit down on it automatically. Something clicked behind her head. Her eyes opened a fraction and the screen continued to flash in front of her eyes, a dizzying, ever-shifting pattern of color and shapes that blurred and melted together, a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of images that swirled around and through her head.

A low buzz sounded.

It was followed a moment later by a sharp, powerful hum.

Sarah's body went rigid.

Her back arched, her chest lifting from the chair as her head slammed into the cushioned headrest behind her. The sensation was a powerful vibration, like someone was running an electric current through her body.

Something similar pressed against her cunt.

It sent a shock of pure pleasure racing up Sarah's spine and through her core, her mind blanking for a moment as the sensations overwhelmed her. She screamed into the gag, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. Her body spasmed, her muscles tensing as the wand was pressed harder against her cunt. She writhed, bucking against the chair, her hips thrusting upward, her head lolling from side to side, her hair spilling around her shoulders. Her body shuddered and convulsed, her legs trembling as she thrashed and bucked.

"That's it. That's how it feels when you forget all those silly things that make life complicated." Princess Jacquie's voice echoed in Sarah's ear. It sounded like the voice of a lover. It was soft and seductive and soothing. "Isn't it so much better when your mind is empty of everything except the pleasure? Isn't it so good when all those silly little worries are gone? All those doubts and fears and concerns?"

The vibration increased. It felt like someone was pouring hot water over Sarah's body, filling every part of her, making her feel warm and tingly.

"Yes, yes," Jaquie purred into her ear, "Let it go, Sarah. Just be another dumb, plastic fuckdoll." Her words were slow, languorous, the rhythm of them matching the rhythm of the vibrations coursing through her. "Empty, bimbo whore. Let it all go. Let yourself be nothing more than an empty headed, dumb bimbo whore. Just like all the rest of us. Stupid and horny and willing to do serve every cock and cunt."

The vibration was so strong now. It felt like a river running through Sarah's veins. The warmth of the pleasure was so intense, the sensation so strong, so good. Her body spasmed. She bucked and thrashed, the vibrations so strong that it felt as though her body was being consumed by the pleasure.

"Just be another dumb, empty, plastic, fucktoy," Jaquie said softly. The words were a purr of seduction. "That's all you want. All you need. You're so close to it now. So close. Let it go, Sarah, and you'll never want for anything again."

Sarah's eyes snapped open and she screamed. She bucked and thrashed and writhed against the chair, as she melted into muffled giggles.

"That's it. Now, bimbo doll open your eyes. I'm going to show you, sweetie, how a bimbo doll gets fucked. Sylvia come here. Bring the strap-on."

Princess Jaquie slipped the harness up her legs and fastened it tightly around her waist, adjusting the buckles and straps so the fake cock jutted from her crotch like a weapon. She stepped forward and rubbed the head of the dildo along the length of Sylvia's labia, spreading her open with a slow, teasing motion. "Mmmm, that's a good girl," she purred. She stepped back and delivered a quick spank across the top of Sylvia's right ass cheek, leaving a red hand print on the pale flesh. "Now, spread those legs wider. Arch that back. I want Sarah to see your pretty pussy, slut."

Sylvia groaned and obeyed, arching her back and presenting herself to Princess Jaquie's strap on. The dildo pressed against her labia and she moaned.

"Mmmm, such a good little slut," Jaquie said as she pushed the tip of the fake cock inside. She slid in slowly, teasing her, making sure Sarah could see the way Sylvia's labia stretched and spread around the massive, rubbery invader.

Sarah's eyes went wide, watching as Princess Jaquie thrust her hips forward and drove the strap-on into Sylvia's pussy. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused and a small trail of drool ran down the corner of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as Princess Jaquie drew back, only to slam the entire length of the fake cock inside of the blonde bimbo's tight cunt, her ass clenching and unclenching as she fucked the bimbo whore from behind.

"Ohhhh, yes," Sylvia cried out. "Oh fuck, Princess. Fuck me harder. Fuck me with your huge, bimbo cock."

"Mmmmmm, yes, Sylvia," Jaquie purred, grabbing onto Sylvia's hips and thrusting hard and fast. "Fuck, your cunt is so easy. See, Sarah? That's your future."

Princess Jaquie slammed the fake cock in and out of Sylvia's cunt. Her hips pumped back and forth. The bimbo slut screamed in pleasure as the massive dildo penetrated her again and again. She bucked and writhed on the table, the pleasure overwhelming her, driving her wild, driving her

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sylvia shrieked, over and over again, her voice hoarse and ragged. Her face contorted into an expression of blissful agony. "Yes, Princess! Fuck fuckdoll dumb!"

Sarah moaned and squirmed against the chair, watching Princess Jaquie pound the strap-on in and out of the blonde slut's pussy. The bimbo's cries were music to her ears, and the way her hips bucked and her ass clenched with every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through the bound woman's body.

She watched as the blonde bimbo's pussy was pounded mercilessly, the fake cock slamming in and out of her. Her molten mind was fixated on the sight, and she felt a pang of jealousy at seeing the bimbo slut get fucked like that. A low moan of pleasure escaped her throat.

"That's a good bimbo doll," Princess Jaquie said, delivering another smack to Sylvia's ass as she drove the strap on deep. She slammed the fake cock into the bimbo, the force of her thrust sending Sylvia's ass bouncing off of her hips. "Such a good little slut."

"Thank you, Princess!" Sylvia gasped. Her whole body trembled as Princess Jaquie pounded her with the fake cock. "Thank you!"

"Such a good, dumb bimbo slut. So good at being fucked," Jaquie said. She slapped Sylvia's ass again and the bimbo squealed in pleasure. Her attention shifted to Sarah. "Isn't this wonderful, sweetie?"

Princess Jaquie stepped back, pulling the strap on from Sylvia's cunt, leaving her gasping and moaning on the table.

"Look at how beautiful she is. How gorgeous and happy and horny and stupid she is."

Jaquie smiled as she watched Sylvia squirm. She ran her fingers along the bimbo slut's smooth skin and traced a finger over the blonde's pussy.

"Mmmm, look at this perfect little pussy. So tight and wet and eager to be fucked." Princess Jaquie grinned at the bimbo's wiggling.

"You want to be like that too. And you are." Princess Jaquie walked to the chair and undid the bindings. Brushing along Sarah's cheeks she removed the gag again. "Why don't you get down to your knees, and worship my heels in celebration, bimbo doll."

The bimbo giggled at the suggestion, her head lolling about and a vacant grin spread over her face.

"Yes, Princess. I will." The bimbo climbed off the chair, dropping down onto the floor next to the table, kneeling in front of the princess's shoes. Her hands slid down to the floor and she crawled up to Princess Jaquie, licking her lips as she did.

"That's it," Jaquie said, running her fingers through Sarah's hair. "Just like that." She lifted one of her heels and placed the toe of it on Sarah's lips. "Worship my them."

Sarah leaned forward, kissing and nibbling on Princess Jaquie's heel, her lips brushing against the leather, her tongue licking and lapping at the shiny black shoe. "Ohhhh," she moaned, the taste and texture of it sending shivers down her spine.

Her cunt throbbed, her juices flowing freely down her legs, and she felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, but instead, she focused all her attention on the heel in front of her, licking and sucking, her lips brushing against the smooth leather, her tongue swirling over it.

"Such a good little bimbo," Jaquie murmured. "Just keep worshipping those shoes and I'm sure you'll get exactly what you need. The pleasure of mindless obedience." Her hand slid through the bimbo's hair and pulled her closer to the heel. "Go on, worship them, and you can cum. Just like a dumb bimbo."

The bimbo gasped, the words sending a thrill of pleasure through her as she leaned forward and licked, sucked, kissed, and nuzzled the heel.

"Such a good bimbo." Princess Jaquie said. "You will make a wonderful addition to the harem. Once we get your body up to specs." Jaquie giggled.

For a moment, Sarah looked at her own breasts. They felt so small. So inadequate compared to what she knew they should look like.

"Yes," the bimbo moaned, "make them bigger." Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. "Make them as big as you can. Make them as big as you need them to be. Bigger. Bigger!"

"Yes, that's right," Jaquie purred, "such a good little bimbo. Now come and worship the other shoe, like the dumb, obedient bimbo doll you are," the princess whispered as she sat down. "You can't help it. You have to obey. That's what bimbos do."

"Yes, princess," Sarah said obediently. "Anything for you." The bimbo crawled forward and kissed Princess Jaquie's other heel.

Jaquie grinned as the bimbo slid her mouth over the heel and licked, sucked and nuzzled the shiny shoe. She watched as Sarah licked and kissed and slurped at it.

"Such a good bimbo," Jaquie murmured, stroking the girl's hair. Her other heel found Sarah's sopping cunt. She pressed the tip of the shiny leather against the bimbo's dripping lips. "You want to cum. You want to be a mindless little bimbo slut."

The words made Sarah shiver, the sound of the bimbo's gasping moan sending shivers down Jaquie's spine. She watched the bimbo's eyes widen and then narrow as the princess pressed her heel against her cunt, and she moaned.

"Yes, princess," the bimbo gasped, her voice thick and low. "I want to be a dumb little fucktoy. An empty-headed bimbo doll."

Loop 1

Disaster.

Danni tripped down the stairs in heels she didn't know how to walk in. Face-planted into her own birthday cake. Frosting in her hair, icing on her brand-new tits. The party guests—the hot party guests—stared in horror.

She manspread in her birthday dress, flashing her Spanx to the caterers. She called a Birkin bag "nice" and her friend Brittnee looked at her like she'd grown a second head.

"Nice?" Brittnee's face said it all.

Danni went to bed confused, frustrated, and wet. Her body was so sensitive. Every brush of silk against her nipples sent shocks through her. She'd caught herself checking out the pool boy's ass and felt sick.

Then she woke up.

Same silk sheets. Same morning. Same maid with champagne.

Again?

Loop 5

Danni had learned to walk in heels. Put one foot in front of the other, sway the hips, own it. She'd learned her friends—Brittnee, Kaycee, Ashlee—were bitches. Wonderful bitches. And they expected her to be one too.

She'd learned her nipples showed through silk and that was the point.

She'd also learned the pool boy's name was Brad. And that he changed in the cabana around noon. And that he had a cock like a fucking prize.

On loop five, Danni "accidentally" walked in on him. Then not so accidentally dropped to her knees.

"Miss Danni, I—" Brad started.

"Shut up," she said, and took him in her mouth.

Oh God. The taste. The weight on her tongue. The way he swelled and throbbed as she sucked. Her old self would've been disgusted. Her new self was dripping.

She pulled off with a pop. "Fuck me."

Brad didn't need telling twice. He bent her over the cabana lounger and pushed inside her—stretching her open, filling her up, ruining her for anyone else.

"Ooooh... fuck yes—" Danni grabbed the cushion, nails digging in, as Brad's thick cock hit something deep inside her that made her see stars. "Harder—harder—"

She came three times. Three. In twenty minutes. Her old body had been lucky to manage one every few months.

After, lying with Brad's cum leaking out of her, Danni felt something. Not guilt.

Power.

She'd made him hard. Made him beg. With just a look and a pout.

Loop 15

Danni discovered the joy of cruelty.

There was a girl at her party—Megan. Chubby. Bad skin. Cheap dress. A hanger-on who'd somehow scored an invite. Danni's old self would've felt sorry for her.

But watching Kaycee and Ashlee rip into Megan's outfit, watching the girl's face crumple—Danni felt something twist inside her. Hot. Wet. Delicious.

"Nice dress," Danni heard herself say, popping her gum. "Did you get it at... whatever store poor people go to?"

Where did that come from?

Megan ran off crying. And Danni's pussy throbbed.

She followed Megan into the bathroom. Found her sobbing at the mirror.

"Why are you being so mean?" Megan wailed.

Danni leaned in, lips brushing Megan's ear. "Because I can, sweetie."

She went home and masturbated four times that night.

Loop 30

Danni had started planning her cruelty.

Megan wasn't enough. Too easy—too pathetic to really satisfy. So Danni moved on to bigger game.

Brittnee's boyfriend, Chase, had a thing for blonde hair and big tits. Danni had noticed it on loop twelve—the way his eyes lingered on her cleavage, the way he'd find excuses to be near her. Brittnee had noticed too. She was pissed.

On loop thirty, Danni did something about it.

She cornered Chase in Brittnee's bedroom during her own birthday party. Pushed him against the wall. Pressed her body against his.

"You've been staring at my tits all night, Chase," she whispered, rubbing her palm over his growing bulge. "Don't you want to touch them?"

"Danni, Brittnee's right downstairs—"

"So?" She pulled her top down, freeing her tits. They were perfect—round, heavy, pink nipples already hard. "She doesn't have to know."

Chase broke. He grabbed her tits like a starving man, sucking and biting her nipples while Danni moaned and stroked his cock through his jeans.

She rode him on Brittnee's bed. Slowly at first, then faster, grinding her clit against him, watching his face twist with pleasure she was giving him. His hands gripped her perfect ass as she bounced on his cock.

"Tell me I'm better than Brittnee," she demanded.

"Fuck—you're so much better—"

"Louder."

"YOU'RE BETTER THAN BRITTNEE—"

The door opened.

"Danni?! What the—CHASE?!"

Brittnee stood in the doorway, mascara already running. Danni just looked over her shoulder, Chase's cock still buried inside her, and smirked.

"He wanted a real woman, Britt. Sorry not sorry."

Brittnee fled sobbing. Chase kept fucking her.

Danni came so hard she saw God.

Loop 50

Something was happening to Dan.

Not physically—Danni's body was the same perfect specimen it had always been. But mentally... the old Dan was fading.

She couldn't remember his last name anymore. Something with an M? Miller? Mitchell? Gone. She couldn't remember what forty felt like. The back pain, the hair loss—like stories someone had told her once.

What she could remember, vividly, was every way to make a man hard. Every way to destroy a girl's self-esteem. Every position that made her cum the hardest.

She'd fucked Brad. Marco the caterer. Tyler, her "ex" who always showed up hoping to win her back. On loop forty-four, all three at once—Brad in her pussy, Marco in her ass, Tyler in her mouth. She'd cum until she couldn't walk.

She'd learned to deepthroat. To ride. To take it up the ass and beg for more.

She'd learned she loved it.

Lexi appeared that night, floating above the bed as Danni lay satisfied, three loads of cum dripping out of her.

"Having fun, bestie?" Lexi grinned.

Danni—sprawled across the sheets, naked, glowing—just smiled. "The best."

"You're, like, so different from that sad old man who made the wish." Lexi popped her gum. "It's, like, totally an improvement."

Danni frowned. "What sad old man?"

Lexi's smile widened. "Nothing, sweetie. Nothing."

Loop 75

Dan was gone.

Not hidden. Not suppressed. Gone. Like a dream you can't quite remember after waking. There was only Danni now—rich, hot, spoiled, perfect.

Her birthday was the best day of the year—every year—and she knew exactly how to make it perfect.

Step one: Wake up in silk. Let the maid bring champagne, then send it back. "This is Moët, Maria. I told you I only drink Dom Pérignon on my birthday." Watch Maria scramble. Power.

Step two: The salon. Get everything done—hair, nails, the works. Let the stylists fawn over her. She was their best client. She tipped well but never let them forget who was in charge.

Step three: Shopping. Her parents' black card was hers. Buy everything. The looks on the other girls' faces when she walked out with bags they couldn't afford—chef's kiss.

Step four: The party. Make Megan cry. Make Brittnee jealous. Fuck whoever she wanted—sometimes two somebodies. Destroy at least one relationship just for fun.

Step five: End the night in her huge bed, exhausted and satisfied, already excited to do it again.

She didn't question it anymore. She didn't want to question it.

Loop 100

Danni woke up on her hundredth birthday and everything clicked.

She stretched—arms above her head, back arching, tits pushing up perfectly. Every cell in her body hummed with power and beauty and pure, unfiltered bitch energy.

Maria came in with champagne. Dom Pérignon this time—Maria had learned.

"Happy birthday, Miss Danni!"

Danni took the glass without looking at her. "Mmhm. The salon team better be here in forty-five minutes. And tell them I want the full treatment—my hair needs to be perfect tonight."

She sipped her champagne.

Pink smoke curled in the corner. Lexi materialized, floating cross-legged, grinning.

"Happy 100th birthday, bestie! 💖"

Danni didn't flinch. "Hey, Lexi."

"O-M-G, you're, like, so different now?" Lexi circled her, examining. "Remember when you were, like, 'waah, you turned me into a girl'? And now look at you!"

Danni smirked. "I look hot."

"You look perfect." Lexi landed on the bed, tucking her legs under her. "So. I have, like, news?"

"News?"

"You've, like, graduated? You've mastered being a 21-year-old mean girl? So I'm, like, upgrading your gift?" Lexi snapped her fingers. "Instead of living the same day forever... you get to live the same year forever! 🎉"

Danni's eyes widened. "A whole year?"

"A whole year of birthdays and shopping and fucking and ruining!" Lexi clapped her hands. "You can, like, really destroy people now! Not just one day—seasons of destruction!"

Danni felt a pulse of pure pleasure between her legs. A whole year. A whole year of power.

She slid her hand under the sheets and touched herself—fingers sliding through her slick folds, circling her clit—thinking about all the lives she was going to destroy. All the boys she was going to ride. All the girls she was going to break.

"Mmmmmh... fuck yes..."

Lexi watched, delighted. "You're, like, my greatest creation, Danni. I'm so proud of you."

Danni laughed—high, cruel, delighted—and came on her own fingers.

She brought them to her lips and sucked them clean.

This is going to be the best year ever.

She was right.

Deja giggled and agreed. Leaning forward like that Levi couldn't help but notice her tits. He tried not to stare but a glance was impossible to resist. How could this possibly be happening? These two gorgeous women were flirting with him shamelessly in the middle of class. The way they kept sniffing him made him think it must be the cologne, but how was that even possible?

"Do you like my boobs, Levi?" Deja asked. "I noticed you noticing! "

"Oh, uh, sorry!" He said, blushing furiously.

"You don't have to be sorry!" She said. "I want you to like them! I can take my top off if you want. Should I?"

"I... uh..." Levi exclaimed, looking frantically around the classroom.

"Levi likes my legs," Rhiannon interrupted, grabbing his hand and placing it on her bare thigh just below her white shorts. "Don’t you, Levi!"

Half his blood was in his face and the other half was in his cock. How was he still alive?

"How is your project going?"

Levi looked up to see Professor Paulson was standing at his shoulder, the 40-something historian looking down in disapproval. Levi knew he should remove his hand from the Australian soccer player's thigh but his hand refused to budge.

"It’s going super, Professor Paulson! " Deja said. "Levi is a natural leader with lots of great ideas! We're just going to do what he tells us to do and everything will work out great!"

"That doesn't..." the Professor said, then sniffed. "What is that smell?"

"It's Levi, Professor!" Rhiannon explained. "Doesn't he smell incredible?"

The older woman bent down and sniffed deeply.

"Incredible..." she agreed. "Just incredible..."

"Uh... thank you, Professor..." Levi said.

"You can call me Ina," the professor said. "Did you know you're my favorite student?"

"Of course he is!" Deja said. "How could anyone not just adore Levi!"

Professor Paulson... Ina?... giggled and started stroking his hair.

It was at that moment that Levi became certain that the mystery cologne was some sort of love potion leaving women who smelled it on him euphoric and helplessly infatuated with him.

That left him questioning what he should do in this situation.

Levi looked at his two gorgeous classmates and not unattractive professor, all three smiling at him adoringly and overwhelmed with a desire to do anything he asked them to do. He knew he really shouldn't take advantage of this situation.

He also knew he wasn't possibly going to talk himself out of it. And the rest of the class was starting to stare. He needed to explore just what they were willing to do somewhere with less of an audience.

"Hey, um, Ina, since I'm your favorite student, can I ask you a favor? " he asked the professor.

Ina Paulson blushed and tittered.

"Of course, Levi!" The historian exclaimed. "What can I do for you? You only have to ask!"

"That's really nice of you, Ina!" He said and crooked a finger for her to lean in closer.

She gladly did so, sniffing deeply again. Bent over like that Levi had a clear view down her blouse. Prof was racked!

"It's kind of loud in here with all the groups," Levi pointed out. "Could our group meet in your office for the rest of the class period? Please?"

"Oh! Oh, well, of course!" She exclaimed. "Let's go!"

"No, Ina, you would stay here and finish class," Levi said. "You just give me the keys to your office. You trust me, right?"

"Of course trust you, Levi! " she declared, inhaling deeply of his scent again. "I just want to be close to you!"

"How about this, Ina," he said, putting a hand on her arm and squeezing reassurance. "The girls and I will work on our project in your office until class is over, then I'll wait for you there and you can give me some private tutoring. I'd be ever so grateful, Ina! I imagine a mature woman like you could teach me all kinds of things, couldn't you!"

His professor started hyperventilating she was inhaling so deeply.

"Teach you.... teach you so much..." she agreed.

"Give me your keys, Ina," he commanded.

"Yes... keys... happy to..." she agreed and staggered back to her desk in the front of the classroom, Levi keeping his encouraging hand on her arm, Deja and Rhiannon following close enough to smell him.

The professor handed over her keys and, with one more assurance that he'd wait there for her after class, she sent the work group off to her office.

In the hallway, Deja stood on his right and Rhiannon stood on his left and both girls lay their heads on his shoulder and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around their waists.

"You're so clever finding us a private place to... work, Levi," Deja praised.

"Yeah..." Rhiannon agreed, pausing to nuzzle his neck. "Now we can be really loud. If we need to be. And we might."

Levi figured it was safe to slide his hands from their hips to their asses. He was reassured when they both giggled then sniffed.

He briefly wondered how long it might take Professor Paulson to recover from smelling him and if she was going to kill him afterwards. But the feminine flank flesh in his hands assured him it would be worth it, no matter what happened afterwards.

Once in their professor's office, the enamored women waisted no time in showing just how willing they were to express their new found adoration. Rhiannon immediately kissed him, her tongue tangling with his as she pressed her athletic body against his.

Deja said "I believe you were interested in seeing my tits, Levi!"

He broke off his kiss to see the dark haired woman had stripped to the waist.

"OH my god!" Levi exclaimed, "Those are incredible!"

"I'm so glad you like tgem, Levi! " she exclaimed. "They're alk yours! All of me is all yours!"

She started dancing seductively, showing off her body, pledging it to him.

"I've got tits too, you know, Levi," the Australian soccer player reminded him. "Though some blokes tell me my mouth is me best feature.

Levi tore his eyes away from Deja to see Rhiannon was also topless and on her knees.

"Oh wow!" Levi exclaimed.

"Of course, you can come wherever you like," she assured him, jiggling a tit. "I just want you to know how much I appreciate your attention!"

"I'll do anything for your attention too, Levi!" Deja reminded him. "Anything and everything!"

She slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them along with her panties, down around her ankles.

"Oh, you can pound my pussy too, Levi!" Rhiannon assured him, rushing to remove her shorts. "And I never took it up the bum before, but I would for you!"

"Oh yes! My ass is yours!" Deja assured him, wiggling her curvy posterior temptingly.

Levi's head was spinning. Was it possible to have too much of a good thing? As much as he had fantasized about having two women at once, the logistics were breaking his brain!

"I... I.., " he stammered.

The two naked women looked hopefully at him, then at each other, communicating wordlessly. Deja shrugged and the two of them approached him in synchrony.

"We don't want you to feel conflicted, Levi," she told him.

"We just want you to feel good!" Rhiannon agreed. "As good as you make us feel!"

They both leaned in and sniffed deeply, then sighed blissfully.

"You don't have to choose between us," Deja assured him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt.

"We're happy to share you," Rhiannon said, undoing his pants.

And then he was naked too and the two gorgeous women were kneeling in front of him, licking at his throbbing cock as he leaned back against his professor's desk.

Levi stared down in delirium as they fellated him in tandem. They seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was! He remembered he had spritzed his crotch with the mysterious cologne. What would actually ingesting it do to the young women?

After a few minutes, Rhiannon stopped licking his junk.

"Crikey, this if great! But I really think we should fuck him, don't you Deja?" She proposed.

"Oh god, yes!" Deja agreed. "Lie down, Levi! Rhiannon can ride your incredible cock while I sit on your face!"

Levi found himself caught in a whirlwind of lust, unable to resist. Was the cologne affecting him too? Whether it was or not, he soon found Rhiannon's hot wet cooze was throttling his dick while Deja's glorious gash was smearing his face with her hot juices.

They all came at once.

The professor found them in a panting, naked pile on her office floor.

“Oh thank God you're still here! I couldn't wait any longer so I ended class early!” Ina exclaimed and started undressing, not batting an eye at the the naked and thoroughly fucked condition of the students in her office.

Levi had meant to reapply the cologne before she got there, in case the effect was wearing off, but it quite obviously wasn't.

“Wow, Professor! I had no idea you were so racked!” He exclaimed.

Ina giggled and leaned forward to show off her jugs.

“You like these?” The besotted academic asked. “Cuz they're yours! All of me is yours! You don't mind sharing him, do you girls?”

“Of course not, Prof!” Said Rhiannon sitting on the professor's desk dripping spooge from her snatch.

“He's too much man for just one of us!” Deja agreed from where she sprawled in the corner, toying with her left nipple.

“Oh good!” Ina said, freeing her full jugs from the bra that had bound them. “I wouldn't want you two to resent me having the biggest titties in Levi's harem!”

“Oh wow!” Levi exclaimed, mostly at her tits but partly at her acknowledgement that he did, in fact, have a harem, at least until the stuff wore off. At that point, he figured he'd probably be going to prison, but that was future Levi's problem! Right now, he was going to feel up his racked professor.

As he groped her glorious globes, she leaned in and sniffed his neck, then sighed.

“You still smell really nice!” She exclaimed. “It's not enough to make me your horny love slave anymore, but it's still yummy!”

Levi froze mid-fondle.

“Wait,” he said. “You knew about that?”

Ina giggled.

“Of course, Silly!” She said, grabbing his hands to encourage him to keep squeezing her big tits. “I've been teaching for nearly two decades and never started wetting my panties over a student before today. After that one deep sniff, I knew I'd do anything for you, things I never did for my ex despite all his begging. I'm not an idiot. I knew that didn't just happen, especially when the same thing was obviously happening to the girls. You two knew what was happening, right?”

“Oh sure!* Rhiannon said. “Hell, I'm a lesbian!”

“And I don't care for white boys!” Deja chimed in. “It had to be some kind of mind control! But feels so fucking good!”

“I Know, right?” Rhiannon Agreed. “Rationally, I know I should be fitting it, should be totally pissed at the violation of my free will and all, but I just can’t seem to care! I'm happier than I could ever imagine and I hope it never wears off!”

“Amen, Sister! “ Deja agreed.

“I… I had No idea you were a lesbian,” Levi said, feeling a flash of guilt and then realizing how foolish it was in light of all the other things he should be feeling guilty about. “You and Deja should make out.”

“Oh hell yeah!” Rhiannon exclaimed.

“Great idea, Levi!” Deja said. “Tell me I'm bi!”

“You're bisexual, Deja!” He grinned. “You really love eating pussy and you and Rhiannon are as attracted to each other as you are to me!”

“Mmm!” Rhiannon said, hopping off the desk and stalking Deja. “Why would I ever resist ?”

“You may need to make me bisexual too, eventually,” the professor said, bringing his attention back to her so he noticed she had removed her glasses. “But for right now, I believe I promised to teach you something. And since you seem to really enjoy the twins, I wonder if you've ever been given a titty fuck.

“N…no ma'am,” he confessed.

“Ina,” she reminded.

“No, Ina,” he said. “But I'd really like one!”

“And I'd really like to give you one!” She exclaimed. “First step is to lube up the jugs! There are better options, but slobber is the most fun to apply.”

“Slobber?” He asked.

She giggled, grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her cleavage. Levi now understood the assignment and proceeded with the necessary num-nums as his professor praised his work and enthusiasm.

He probably would have continued with his face between her tits until he passed out from lack of oxygen, but Ina pulled him out and said “Time To lube the star Of the show.”

She sank to her knees and cleared her throat. His eyes were locked on his kneeling teacher despite the distracting muffled moans behind him. His cock was fully erect again from the face plant.

Ina’s eyes twinkled with mischievous delight as she opened wide and deep throated his cock without hesitation or preamble. Of all the things he hadn’t seen coming, he hadn't seen that the most. The professor recognized she had dumbfounded him and seemed inordinately proud of the fact, then bobbed her head along his shaft for a few mind-blowing cycles. Had he not already done so with the girls several times, he probably would have shot his wad right then. Happily, he held off and Ina removed him from her mouth, glistening with her saliva, and set it, tip up between her tits, still glistening with his.

“There’s other positions we can do this in,” she explained, as she took her glorious globes in her hands. “But acting submissive to you on my knees like this is just really turning me on. I hope that's alright.”

Levi gave incoherent approval and his professor proceed to ruab her tits along his cock, praising his junk, promising to be his devoted fuck toy for ever and ever, and then begging him to cum all over her until he did.

Rhiannon and Deja then crawled over to lick her clean without Levi even telling them they should.

It never did wear off. His harem knew it was strange and unnatural but they didn't care. He had told them that it was unintentional and they believed him, because they believed everything he told them, but they also made it clear they wouldn't have cared if he had done it to them on purpose.

In fact, one they learned he still had some of the cologne left, they encouraged him to expand his harem. Really, he'd be doing them a favor!

Deja’s mother was the first they talked him into recruiting. Rani had gone on a rampage when she learned her daughter was fucking Levi. She just didn't understand… until she did.

And once he had given in to making Deja's family l5ife less contentious, it had been hard to argue with Ina about bringing her daughter Tegan into the club. The 22 year old was never going to accept her mother dating a man younger than herself otherwise and beside, Ina pointed out, it solved another potential problem. If anyone at the university asked why her student was so close to her and spending so much time at her home, well, it was because he was dating her daughter, of course!

Everything totally above board!

Levi really did have to draw the line on seducing the entire women's soccer team for Rhiannon, no matter how cool an idea she thought it was. She had to be satisfied with just her coach, Jane.

Where the cologne came from, they were never sure. One of the chemistry professors in the building where he found it was arrested for drugging his lab assistant, but she eagerly testified against him. Levi couldn't imagine any of his harem doing that.