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Whatever you make or go buy yourself, Josh! You're 20 years old!
That's not very motherly of you, Brenda.
You had already left for college when I married your father, Josh. It's not my fault you dropped out and moved back and it certainly doesn't make me your mother!
Well I WAS going to make us both dinner with my new wishing stone, since dad is out of town, but not if you're going to have that attitude!
What the fuck is a wishing stone?
It's a stone that grants wishes, Brenda. Not complicated.
And you were going to wish us both dinner? And magical fairies were going to deliver shawarma?
You sound skeptical.
Oh course I'm skeptical! You're being a dumbass! If you can wish for dinner, prove it!
Not with that attitude of yours! Of course, there's no reason I can't fix that.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean.
I just really wish you had a friendlier attitude, Brenda.
OH! Oh Josh, that's so sweet of you! Thank you for helping me stop being such a bitch!
Oh, it's my pleasure, Brenda! Really, it's the least I can do for my favorite stepmom!
<giggle> I'm your only stepmom, silly!
Well that's why I have to take good care of you, isn't it! I've watched enough porn to know how lonely hot stepmom's get when their husbands are out of town!
<giggle> You're naughty! You shouldn't watch porn!
I really wish you didn't think so.
I don't! Porn is awesome! Oh! Was that your wishing stone again?
It was indeed! You're such an observant little step mom! Observant and horny. So very, very horny!
You're right! I am really, really horny, now that you mention it!
Hey, since you have a better attitude now, and neither of us is hungry, why don't I wish a new outfit for you?
Really? I would totally love anything you wished for!
Of course you would!
<squeal> I look like such a slut! It's perfect!
I'm so glad you like it, Brenda! You should always wear sexy lingerie around the house.
Oh, I will! I always will!
Good, because I just wished three quarters of your wardrobe to be sexy lingerie and stripper heels.
OMG! Best stepson ever! <giggle> But I'm still really horny, Josh! You know how stepmom's get!
You have needs that aren't being met, don't you, Brenda.
MmHmmm! <giggle>
Well, I could wish those needs away...
Ooorrr... and here me out... you could fuck me!
You know, you're right, Brenda! It would be a shame to waste a wish when there's such an obvious, non-magical solution.
MmHmmm! <giggle> Follow me, Joshy!
As you wish, Brenda.
<giggle>
You will use your lil' wishy stone to make sure your dad doesn't find out we're fucking, won't you?
Actually, I was thinking I'd make him like it.
Oh my god! That's awesome!
Not as awesome as your ass!
<giggle> You're so sweet!
Now then, is this a good place for you to fuck me?
Yes, this should do nicely!
And afterwards, if we work up enough of an appetite, you can have fairies deliver shawarma! <giggle>
Levi was freaking out. He was working his part time job cleaning the Biotechnology building and he smelled like disinfectant. That wouldn't normally be a problem, but he had his history class immediately afterwards and the fates or the gods or some other supernatural entity with a cruel sense of humor had made caused Professor Paulson to assign Eric to a small group project with what had to be the two hottest women on campus.
Deja Hansen was of Indian and Swedish parentage, with cinnamon skin and glossy black hair and a figure that defied explanation. Rhiannon Burns was an Australian attending school in the U.S. to play soccer, her long auburn hair in a constant ponytail, her long toned legs on constant display.
And Monday, when they sat down to discuss their group project, both women had immediately started wrinkling their perfect noses. They scooted as far back from Levi as they could and still communicate. They cut off the brainstorm session as soon as they could. Levi couldn't believe what he thought was good luck turned out to be the worst luck.
So he had planned for today. He came in early. He did the disinfectant work first and trash collection last and he would have just enough time to bike to his dorm, get a quick shower and change of clothes, then get to class.
And then Dr. Brainerd found him and accused him of ignoring the note he ledt telling him about a Candida outbreak in his incubator. Levi could have sworn there was no such note when he started work, but he'd been forced to clean and sterilize the the incubator and now he smelled like disinfectant AND fungus with 15 minutes until class. Fuck!
He rushed tobthe men's room to see what he could do. He washed his hands and face and cursed himself for not at least stuffing a clean shirt and some body spray in his backpack.
And then he remembered the cologne bottle. He had found it in one of the lab trash cans, one of the ones for paper towels and such, not biohazards. Still, it had annoyed him. There was glass recycling just outside the building! He had pocketed it, planning to recycle it on the way out.
He pulled it out. The bottle was unlabeled. He hesitantly sniffed it. It actually smelled good! Better than disinfectant and fungus, at least! What did he have to loose? He spritzed his neck and wrists and armpits and did a quick spritz down the front of his pants for good measure. He'd probably smell like an 8th grade dance party, but it was bound to be better than when he started.
He rushed to his bike and booked it across campus in record time, oblivious to the chemical reaction going on as his sweat mixed with the mysterious cologne and residual disinfectant. He was only vaguely aware that he smelled better than he thought he would.
Professor Paulson gave a quick reminder of the parameters of the group projects then had them break into their groups of three. Deja and Rhiannon reluctantly pulled their chairs towards Levi, though keeping as far back as they reasonably could and still be considered sitting in a group. Deja had taken the lead during their first meeting and naturally took to it again, laying out how she thought the project on the cultural impacts of the industrial revolution should go.
But she started to seem distracted after a sminute or so, misspeaking, forgetting words and, to Levi's horror, wrinkling her nose. He had really hoped the cologne had worked!
And then Rhiannon scooted her chair closer to him. Levi had been focused on Deja but now he saw that the Australian woman was smiling at him. Confused, he smiled back.
"Good idea!" Deja said and scooted in even closer.
"You smell really good today!" Rhiannon said.
"Doesn't he though? " Deja agreed, bending forward and sniffing deeply, then leaning back in her
Before Levi could think of a response to that, Rhiannon put her nose right against his neck and sniffed.
"Oh wow!" She exclaimed and sat back, stroking her inner thigh and giggling.
"I've been talking to much," said Deja, scooting her chair even closer and leaning forward to place a hand on his knee. "What do you think we should do, Levi? I bet you have really good ideas!"
"Mmhmm!" Rhiannon agreed, scooting in to claim his other knee. "You should tell us what to do, Levi. I know I'd do just about anything you wanted me to do."
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.
Oh, Hi, Jolene! Sorry if we got a little noisy last night.
A little noisy, Roy?! The music was pounding until two in the morning! Some bimbo is still passed out drunk in the hallway! I don't know why I'm complaining to you instead of the landlord!
Oh, well I can explain that! I narrated you to!
You what?
Jolene didn't understand that her neighbor had developed the ability to narrate the course of reality and was completely oblivious to his running narration. She pushed ahead with her complaint, ignoring his strange response.
Look, the rules are in your lease, same as mine! Quiet time in the building is from 9 pm to 7 am, even on the weekends.
I'm really sorry, Jolene! I promise I'll check in with you before throwing any more parties.
Roy was not really sorry. He was just fucking with his helpless neighbor. Jolene was having a hard time remembering why she had knocked on her neighbor's door. She had forgotten her glasses and was a little drunk, having spiked her morning coffee with whiskey.
Though it seems you may have been having a little party of your own this morning!
A party? No. I mean, I did have an Irish coffee or two. Maybe three. But, it's, like, Saturday. Nothing wrong with that.
Of course there's nothing wrong with that! You're an adult woman who can make her own choices!
Of course, Roy was now narrating her choices, but she didn't know that. Jolene felt a little guilty lying to Roy like she had. She had only had the one Irish coffee. After that, she started doing shots. She lost track of how many.
Thas' right! I'm a grown ass womans! <hic> <giggle>
Jolene had a huge crush on her neighbor and had been trying to work up the nerve to flirt with him. She thought a little alcohol would help, but she over did it and was completely schnockered. She had put on her skimpiest outfit, leaving her bra and panties on her bedroom floor, and stumbled over intent on seduction, using her big tits to argue her case.
You might have noticed I'm a big girl! <giggle>
I have noticed before, but I must admit, it's much more noticeable this morning! I mean, wow! You should wear tank tops more often!
Deep down, Jolene was a complete bimbo. She tried to hide it, but alcohol brought it out with a vengeance.
OMG! <giggle> I totally should! You have the best ideas, Roy!
I do, don't I? Here's an idea! I was just about to make mimosas! Why don't you come in and I'll make you one too!
Oh thas so sweet! But I'm alreazy a lil drunk...
So a little more won't even matter!
Jolene couldn't disagree with that logic.
It won't matter one bit! <giggle>
I forgot I was out of prosecco. I hope you don't mind a screwdriver instead.
She did not mind and didn't even notice that it was nearly half vodka as she guzzled it down.
I don't mind at all! <giggle><glug><glug><glug><hic><giggle>
In Jolene's mind, they were chatting and getting to know each other as she got drunker and drunker, but in reality Roy was using his narrative powers to rewrite her history. Jolene had started stripping to pay for college, but she enjoyed it so much she soon dropped out. Nothing made her feel more validated than when men admired her body. She started acting like a bimbo more and more as she found that men were more likely to openly ogle her if they thought she was a total airhead. Soon, she wasn't even sure it was an act anymore.
She got implants and started dressing slutty even when she wasn't working. Her friends and ffamily had been concerned but Jolene found new friends, other bimbos that supported her chosen lifestyle! During the pandemic, she started doing webcam shows and found she could make even more money than she had been making stripping!
Jolene was so happy to finally tell Roy about what she did for a living! He was really into it, not all judgy like some guys. She loved how he unapologetically stared at her rack!
So how big are your implants, Jolene?
1000cc! I had to work my way up to this size. If you go too big too fast you can get stretch marks! I'm thinking about going even bigger, but my doc says I should wait at least another six months.
You should probably follow his advice. Besides, they're a very nice size right now! Really great tits!
You are so sweet! <giggle>
Of course, what I really like is your ass. I check it out every time you walk down the hall. And when you're going up the stairs? Damn!
Jolene's pussy gushed at that. She was very proud of her ass. Her tits were great, but that was mostly the surgeons. Her ass was her own accomplishment, built with hours of squats and hip thrusts. Nothing turned her on more than a guy who admired her ass!
Oh, you like this, do you?
I do indeed! It's your best feature! I actually think of you as a fine piece of ass!
That's so hot! <giggle> I think of myself as a fine piece of ass!
Oh wow!
Touch it, Roy! I need you to grab my ass! I'm so horny!
Roy proceeded to fuck her brains out. It was the best sex she ever had! Every time she thought they were done, he'd narrate his cock back to full tumescence and go back to pounding her to another monster orgasm.
She was very loud and at one point she asked Roy if she might be disturbing the neighbors. He assured her that, if they were, he'd take care of it.
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So, Asher, Ben tells me you have ideas on how we can leverage our current assets to maximize our market share while maintaining a fighting-trim payroll! I don't usually put a lot of stock in consultants, but Ben assures me you're not a typical consultant! How are you going to wow me?
Well, Cynthia, I thought I'd start with spontaneous bimbofication.
I'm sorry, is that supposed to be some kind of joke?
No, I don't actually know anything about business, but I have been able to leverage the one skill I do have. Let me show you.
Wha… What's happening?
I told you, Sindi! Spontaneous bimbofication! She really is a total airhead, just like you said, Ben!
<giggle> I'm a dummy alright! But at least I have big tits!
You do indeed, Sindi! And now Ben and I are going to show you how to leverage your big tits to maximize your incoming ejaculate.
I don't even know what that means!
We're going to fuck you in every way possible, bimbo.
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I don't get it, Mr. Petty. We're a pharmaceutical company. Why branch out into softdrinks?
Well, Coca-Cola was invented by a pharmacist and originally sold as a remedy. There's definitely a precedent
I guess. What were you planning to call it?
We're not sure! That's why we called in our marketing expert, Lacy! Give it a taste and tell us what will sell it!
Well, okay, if you really think the market will bear another soda.
<crack><fizz><glug>
Five Minutes Later
All gone! <giggle>
Good girl, Lacy! You don't still think it tastes funny, do you?
It tastes so yummy! And the bubbles are all, like, bubbly! They tickle my brain! <giggle>
Oh, that might be a good marketing slogan, once we figure out a name. You're so good at marketing, Lacy!
Yeah! <giggle> I'm the best!
I bet you'd like that to try the other flavors now!
There's other flavors? OMG! YES, I wanna try!
OK! But the dyes we use can stain clothing, so you should probably take your clothes off before we give you anymore. You're comfortable with that, right?
I'm totally comfortable with that! <giggle>
Ten Minutes Later
OK, last flavor! We're temporarily calling it Black Cherry Brain Bomb because the black cherry flavoring lets us mask a higher concentration of drugs than the bubblegum, cotton candy and strawberry flavors.
Cool <giggle> So there's, like, drugs in it?
Well, Lacy,we are a pharmaceutical company, after all.
Oh! Right! <giggle> I forgot!
That's OK, Lacy. Be a good little bimbo and drink that down.
I'm a good little bimbo! <crack><fizz><glug‐glug>
What do you think about calling it Bimbo-Cola, Lacy?
OMG! <giggle> Thas perfect! You're perfect! Everything is amazing! I LUV BIMBO-COLA!!!
Three Weeks Later
Hi! I'm Lacy and I'll be auditioning for the part of BIMBO-COLA girl number one!
We already know each other, Lacy,
Oh! Hi, Mr. Petty! <giggle> I'm not used to seeing you when I'm standing up!
That's quite alright, Lacy. No one expects you to be overly aware of anything.
Yeah, cuz, I'm, like, a bimbo and stuff!
You most certainly are! But I already know that! So why don't you be a good little bimbo and tell the camera why you drink BIMBO-COLA?
Oh! Oh, right! Cuz this is, like, an audition, right! I'm gonna be famous! <giggle>
Only if you get the part. A lot of the bimbos in Marketing and HR would really like to be BIMBO-COLA girl number one! So you've got to really sell the product and sell yourself! Look into the camera and tell the world why you drink BIMBO-COLA!
Oh! Right! <mhmm> Hi! I'm Lacy! And I'm a BIMBO-COLA girl!
I've been drinking BIMBO-COLA for, like, forever! I mean, not, like, forever, forever, but like, for a really long time! I kinda don't even remember when I started! <giggle>
I like ALL the flavors! But my favorite is Black Cherry cuz it makes everything so fizzy! I always have one ready to drink first thing in the morning or when I start to feel kinda thinky!
But making my brain all fizzy isn't the only reason I drink BIMBO-COLA! It's not even the bestest reason! The bestest reason is what it does for my titties!
BIMBO-COLA is the only softdrink guaranteed to grow your titties and make the round and bouncy! <giggle> It's so sweet!
It even makes your ass firmer!
Can your soda do that?
So like, what else can I say? <giggle>
I'm a BIMBO-COLA girl, and you should be one too!
How was that, Mr. Petty?
That was really good, Lacy. You made it clear to everyone that you're a BIMBO-COLA girl!
<squeal!>Does that mean I get the part?
Wellll, like I said, a lot of the company bimbos want to be the face and tits and ass of BIMBO-COLA....
Oooh.... ummmmm.... Would it help if I took it up the ass?
Why yes, Lacy. I think that might improve your chances.
“Daniel?” Irene demanded. “Who were those young women dressed like whores I saw leaving the house as I drove up?”
Daniel blushed at his mother's question but he was still to amazed by the way he'd just lost his virginity to think straight.
“Oh, uh, Hi Mom!” He said “You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
“But you don't deny they were here with you dressed like that? This is a Christian household, Daniel! I will not abide sin under this roof! If you want to go chasing after fallen women, you can get out right now! I never should have agreed to you going to that college!” She exclaimed. “Get on your knees and pray to The Lord for forgiveness right now!”
“I, um, should pray in my closet,” Daniel hedged. “Like the bible says.”
His mother flushed with indignation but she couldn’t deny he was right.
“See that you do!” She exclaimed. “and I'm turning off the wifi!”
Daniel willfully kept himself from running to his room and tried to look chastened. He closed the bedroom door and went straight to his desk and the leather-bound notebook he had found at a thrift store. The one where the first pages held a story where the Wilson sisters dressed up slutty and then came over to claim his virginity.
Something they had done in real life shortly after writing the story.
Daniel had been writing smut for years. After his dad died, his mother, who had always been religious, went completely overboard with it. And she'd become obsessed with Daniel’s ‘wickedness’. She had every net nanny imaginable and routinely demanded access to his laptop and phone to check for smut.
But unlike his dead father, whose porn stashes discovered after his death had triggered his mom's crusade, Daniel preferred stories. And as his mother had become more and more vigilant of his electronics, he discovered the paper loop hole. He wrote out smut stories for himself by hand in notebooks. His mom never thought to check them.
But this notebook was special. Tara Wilson’s lace panties beside it on his desk proved it. Daniel opened to a new page. Could he really do this?
How could he not?
When Irene's husband died, she had a bit of a mental breakdown. But not in a bad way. She realized how short and unpredictable life was and decided she didn't believe in a god that would deny anyone the pleasure of being alive. She became obsessed with sex…
Daniel closed the book, took a deep breath and steered himself to go see if it had worked.
It had.
“Hey mom! New dress?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, arching her back to better show off her breast implants. “Do you like it?”
“It's amazing! Utterly amazing!” He exclaimed.
Irene giggled and gave her tits a shake.
“You're so sweet, Danny!” She exclaimed. “Always building up your old mom's self-esteem!”
“You're not old, Mom! You're mature!” He said.
“Well, that is the category that they put my content in,” she conceded.
“Do you have another date tonight?” He asked, knowing the answer. He'd written it after all.
“No, I just ordered us dinner, if that’s alright,” she said. “We don't spend enough time together since you started college!”
“That's an awesome idea, Mom!” He exclaimed. “I love hanging out with you! I'll set the table!”
“Such a good boy!” She exclaimed.
***
Dinner was delivered and soon Irene was working on her fourth glass of wine. Before Daniel wrote his story she didn't drink but now the pantry was half devoted to alcohol. Thanks to his story, her inhibitions had quickly washed away as she told him about her day working at the lingerie and sex toy shop.
“I love that we can just talk like this, Mom,” he said. “Now that we're both adults, it's almost like we're friends more than mother and son.”
“I feel that way too!” Irene exclaimed, triggered by the dialog in Daniel's story . “You're a grown man! There's no reason we can't be friends! Best friends, even! In fact, would you like to call me Irene instead of Mom?”
“You know what, Irene, I think I'd like that,” he said. “I could introduce you to people by saying ‘This is my hot, mature friend Irene.’.”
Irene giggled drunkenly.
“You really think I'm hot?” She asked.
“Oh, come on, Irene!” He said, gesturing towards her by way of demonstration. “You're gorgeous! I mean, you were always pretty, but ever since you went blonde and got your boobs done…MILF City!”
She blushed and giggled and downed her fourth glass of wine.
“I…I noticed you noticing,” she confessed. “You seem.., you seem to really like my implants.”
“They're hard not to notice, and their hard not to like,” Daniel said, unashamedly looking at his mother's fake tits.
“You don't think it was foolish to get them? At my age?” She pressed.
“Not at all!” He assured her. “I love how they've boosted your self confidence! They seem to genuinely make you happy! And Lord knows they make a lot of other people happy…”
“Do they, um, make you happy, Daniel?” She asked nervously.
“I think you know they do, Irene,” he said.
“Would you… like to see them?” She asked.
“I'd like that a lot, Irene,” he said. “Since we're friends now, I can't think of any reason you shouldn't show me your tits. Can you, Irene?”
“I can't,” she admitted, standing up unsteadily. “And I really want to!”
She peeled off her slutty pink dress and revealed the surgically enhanced titties her son had written for her.
“Oh wow, Mom!” he exclaimed. “I mean Irene! They're more spectacular than I imagined!”
She tittered nervously.
“Would you… like to touch them?” She asked.
Daniel was up and around the table in less than a second.
“You don't have to ask me twice, Irene,” he said, groping her tits from behind. “I've wanted to do this ever since you got them!”
Even if that was just an hour ago.
“Oh Danny! Of Fuck, that feels so good!” His mother exclaimed as he massaged her bare tits. “I've dreamed of this!”
Daniel wasn't sure what was making him harder, the fact that she was letting him feel up the fake tits he had given her or that she had just said “Oh Fuck” for the first time he was aware of.
Regardless, he pressed his erection through his pants against her ass as he started nibbling her neck, his hands still exploring her tits. He wasn't sure how firm her ass had been before but he'd written it as mind blowing, so it was.
“Oh Danny! Oh fuck, Danny!” Irene exclaimed as she realized what was pressed against her ass. “I…I want you! I know I shouldn't… we shouldn't…”
Daniel had written her hesitation, so he knew it wouldn't last. He let go of her right tit to slide his hand down her belly and find her crotch. He placed his thumb on her clit and pressed.
“We should,” he insisted. “We must! You need it, Irene. You need to be fucked hard and you need me to be the one that fucks you! Now bend over and put your palms on the table, you horny little slut!”
His mother gasped, her eyes wide at his forceful language, then she did as she was told as the submissive streak he had written into her took hold.
“Yes, Daniel, “ she agreed . “Whatever you want.”
He peeled down her sodden panties and slapped her ass.
“It's not about what I want, Irene,” he corrected. “It's what you need, Irene! Tell me you need my cock!”
“I…I need your cock, Daniel!” She admitted.
“And where do you need my cock?” He pressed, running a finger up her slit by way of a hint.
“In my pussy! I need your cock in my hot, wet pussy, Danny! I need you to fuck me!” She confirmed.
“And why do you need me to fuck you, Irene?” He asked, taking her hips in his hands.
“Why?” She asked, near panicked at not knowing the right answer, then breathing in sharply as she remembered. “Cuz I'm a horny little slut!”
“Good Girl!” He declared and thrust his hard prick into her weeping twat.
Irene squealed and Daniel proceeded to pound her pussy, thrusting again and again with all the power of years of sexual repression and resentment. She urged him to fuck her harder in her increasingly rare moments of intelligibility. Mostly she just jibbered.
Daniel's experience with the female orgasm up until that day was limited entirely to smut stories he had found online or imagined himself, but from Irene's response, he must have gotten something right. She eventually went into uncontrollable paroxysms, then collapsed, boneless and drooling on the table.
“You're a good little slut, Irene,” he said, stroking her ass as he pulled out of her, his jism dribbling out of her.
“I'm your little slut, Daniel…” she said dreamily. “I'm all yours… anything for you… anything for your cock.,, need it so much…”
Daniel grinned at her, giving the dialog he had written to end his story. Now he just needed to see if the happy ending stuck.
He picked his drunk and thoroughly fucked mother up and carried her to her bedroom, his magic notebook having made him strong enough to do so easily. Irene's head lolled against his shoulder.
“I'm your slut, Daniel…” she reminded him. “All yours”
“You most certainly are, Irene,” he assured her.
“Are you gonna fuck me more?” She asked. “Please?”
He dropped her on her bed and mounted her by way of answer.
***
Daniel had just finished filming Irene jumping on her bed to post on her socials. He had no doubt it was going to be popular and bring in more paid subscribers to her spicy pages. He could have written a story about it, but it didn't seem to be necessary. A throwaway sentence in his first story about her growing career as a spicy content creator was all it took. Her accounts were already set up and there was recording equipment in her bedroom.
“That was awesome, Irene,” he assured her.
She giggled.
“I can see you liked it, Danny!” She exclaimed, pointing at his crotch. “Can I help you with that?”
“If you don't mind,” he said.
“I never mind!” She exclaimed, and was on her knees with his cock in her mouth in an instant.
Daniel sighed. He would never get bored of this!
He hadn’t known what to expect once his story had ended. The Wilson sisters had just thanked him for the good time and left. He hadn't had time until later to find out that everyone in the neighborhood now thought of them as the sluttiest girls in town.
No one from his mom's church showed up to ask about her. As far as they knew, she hadn’t attended since his dad died. Daniel was the only person in the universe who remembered how things used to be, who his mother and neighbors used to be. The notebook was more powerful than he had even imagined. He hadn't just rewritten his mother's personality. He'd altered history itself.
He came down Irene's throat and she happily swallowed. He patted her on the head and then sent her off to upload her content and flirt with her fans. He probably shouldn’t, but if the journal was that powerful, could he go beyond simple smut stories? There were other subgenres, after all…
“””
He walked into his mother's bedroom and found her touching up her makeup.
“Daniel!” She exclaimed. “I was just thinking of you!”
“I was thinking of you too, Irene,” he said. “I invented something I wanted to show you!”
“Really? You're so smart! What is it?” She asked.
He remembered being not nearly so smart. But his story had made him an engineering genius.
“It's a bimbo gun,” he told his mother, showing her his trumpet-nosed pink pistol.
“A bimbo gun?” She asked. “What does it do?”
“Well, Irene, there's really only one way to know for sure, isn't there, “ he said, pointing it at her and firing.
Irene gasped as a blast of brightly colored confetti hit her and formed a vortex. As it slowly settled down, in the aftermath Irene was on hands and knees giggling. She was 21 years old and the quintessential blonde bimbo. Daniel's invention worked exactly the way he had written it would.
“OMG, Daniel!” She exclaimed, getting up. “You turned me into a bimbo!”
“You don't mind, do you Irene?” He asked.
“Mind?!” She said. “It’s a fucking dream come true! I always wanted to be your bimbo girlfriend! Now we can go out and people won't think it's weird!”
“Hey, that's right!” He said. “Do you want to go out now?”
“Nu-uh!” She shook her pigtails in denial, then pulled her top off.
“I wanna thank you with that big pecker between my titties!” She proposed.
She did. And what happened next? Well, that's another story.
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