A Bimbo in Every Home
“Ma-a-aster, I’ve got some bad news to report.”
The mad scientist looked at his assistant and he sighed. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like hearing this. “All right, Igor, why don’t you tell me what went wrong and remember what happened the last time you made a mistake? I want you to make sure you tell me everything.”
“Well, ma-a-aster, we’d just finished the latest experiments and you told me to clean things up.”
“Uh huh.”
“And you told me I should be careful because the woman—”
“Bimbo, Igor. How many times do I have to tell you, Igor. She’s a bimbo.”
“Sorry, ma-a-aster. Bimbo, I mean.”
“Okay, so what happened?”
“Okay, so I was cleaning up like you told me to do. I cleaned up the laboratory, and I cleaned up the equipment and I even went up on the roof and I cleaned up the electrodes, and—”
“Igor, I know what I told you to do. What happened?”
“Um, ma-a-aster, you promise you won’t be mad?”
“Igor.”
“You know the woman—”
“Bimbo, Igor. How many times do I have to tell you. She’s a bimbo.”
“Sorry, ma-a-aster. The bimbo, I mean. You see, the wom—the bimbo, I mean, she, um, she escaped.”
“Igor, she had the IQ of a brick. How the fuck could she fucking escape?”
“I um—”
“Igor, tell me something. Did you leave the door to the laboratory unlocked again?”
“Well, um, yeah.”
The mad scientist shook his head. “So what you’re really saying, you dumb fuck, is that you just let her get up and walk away.”
“Well, um, yeah.”
The mad scientist couldn’t help but let out a sigh but he knew what the problem was. Good help was so hard to find and this guy Igor even came with references. It wasn’t like he was the first mad scientist that the dolt had ever worked with. He’d expected better.
Okay, take a breath, the mad scientist told himself. It didn’t really matter what he expected. What he had was what he had and what he really needed was to get the fucking bimbo back. “Igor, I want you to listen to me and I want you to get this through that thick skull of yours. I need to get that bimbo back.”
“Yes ma-a-aster.”
“I need to get that bimbo back and you’re going to help me.”
“Thank you, ma-a-aster.”
“Igor, I haven’t done anything that you need to thank me for.”
“Yes, ma-a-aster. Thank you, ma-a-aster.”
“Igor, you idiot. Don’t just stand around here talking to me. Go find her.”
“Yes, ma-a-aster,” the assistant wheedled. “Right away, ma-a-aster.”
Johann Schmidt watched his assistant shuffle away. Go faster, he wanted to say but he already knew it wouldn’t do any good. His assistant seemed to have only one speed and telling him to go faster seemed to have almost no effect at all. Hell, sometimes, it just made things worse and while Johann couldn’t help but wonder if his assistant was going to find the bimbo before it was too late, Johann knew that what he really needed was another bimbo and while making one wasn’t much of a problem, getting a woman to lie down on his table was a problem.
He’d already proved he could turn a woman into a bimbo but the initial tests had been sad to say, somewhat transitory. He’d just been lucky that his initial test subjects had been too embarrassed by what they’d done to press charges but this last one, he really thought he had it right this time, only now, that idiot had gone and lost the bimbo.
Hmm. What if he was wrong? What if the effects still weren’t permanent? He’d been lucky before. His previous test subjects had been so embarrassed by what they’d done that they’d been willing to keep their mouths shut but what if that wasn’t the case with this one?
But he couldn’t worry about that now? He was sure he was on the right track. He just needed to get another woman to come up to his laboratory.
Yeah right. Like that was easy to do. It wasn’t like you could just walk into a bar and tell some woman that you had some etchings in your laboratory that you wanted her to see. Well, okay, that had worked once but the woman had been very, very drunk, and there was a likely chance she would have come with him no matter what it was he’d said.
So how was he going to get another test subject.
Hmm. Now that was the question.
When Igor left the laboratory, he didn’t go far.
His new boss was good but Igor had worked for some of the greats in the mad science world, men who had defined what mad science was all about and his new boss was still young and naive and yeah, a little bit impatient, but given time, maybe the young man had potential but that wasn’t why Igor hadn’t gone all that far.
The reason he didn’t go all that far was down in his quarters.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then he stepped inside.
The blond on the bed looked up when he entered. “Who are you?” she asked.
“My name’s Igor. Don’t you remember? I brought you here.”
“You did? Why?”
Igor couldn’t help it. The girl was just so beautiful and her eyes were just so deeply blue. They hadn’t been that way when they’d brought her in but after the doctor’s treatment, her brown hair had turned the golden blond that it now was and her breasts had swelled even as her waist had slimmed down but it was the brown eyes that were now a deep blue that really made Igor’s dick hard. Well that, and the fact that the girl was stacked. Igor had always had a thing for girls with a full rack.
“Why’d you bring me here?” she asked again.
“There’s a man out there who wants to do bad things to you. I brought you here to keep you safe.”
“Oh. What’s he want to do?”
“He wants to turn you into a bimbo.”
“What’s that?”
“You don’t know what a bimbo is?” he asked.
The blond shook her head.
Well damn. That kind of sucked, Igor thought, because even though he kind of thought he knew what bimbo was, he wasn’t quite sure, but he’d figured if the blond had known, then maybe she could clue him in on it. All he knew was they weren’t making mad scientists the way they had in the past. The old school guys were so much more direct. They were in it for the science. The new guys just wanted to turn people into bimbos and stuff like that. His new master wanted to make lots of money by selling his bimbification process to horny men around the world. The old timers just weren’t in it for the money.
“What’s a bimbo?” the blond asked again.
Igor had to think fast and unfortunately for him, thinking had never been his strong suit. He was good at mopping up the lab. He wasn’t so good at sounding smart. Fortunately for him, even if he wasn’t good at thinking quickly, neither was the girl in his room.
“What’s a bimbo?” the blond asked yet again.
“Um, a bimbo is a woman,” Igor said.
“I’m a woman,” the blond said helpfully.
“And, um, she’s usually blond,” Igor said.
The girl turned her head to try and see her hair and then she turned it back the other way. She finally held up a handful of her golden tresses and she held it in front of her eyes. “I’m a blond,” the girl said. “See?”
Igor could definitely see that. What else was it his master had said. Oh yeah. “And bimbos have big tits.”
“Hey!”
“What?”
“You used a bad word.”
“I did?”
“You said tits.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So aren’t you supposed to say breasts?”
“I suppose I could,” Igor said but what he was wondering was why he would. After all, tits were melons and hooters and milk wagons and sweater puppies. Why the heck did you have to use just one word for them. Apparently, bimbos were prudes.
“It’s okay,” the blond said with a giggle. “I like saying tits, too.”
Igor breathed a sigh of relief. The girl was okay after all.
“So I guess that means I’m a bimbo,” the girl said.
“I guess,” Igor said. There was one other thing he’d heard about bimbos but he wasn’t sure how the girl would take it. He wasn’t even sure if he himself believed it, but if it was to be believed, then bimbos were a bit on the gullible side. “Um, there is something else,” he said.
“What?”
Was he really going to say it, Igor wondered. If he did, he could get his face slapped. Yeah, like that would be the first time that had ever happened. Why not say it, he wondered. “Well, it’s just that I heard something.”
“You heard something?”
“About bimbos, that is. I mean, if you really are one, then you should want to take your top off.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s just what I heard but you said you were a bimbo.”
“Yeah, but—”
“You don’t have to,” Igor said, “but what I heard was bimbos really like showing off their tits.”
“You want to see my tits?”
“I wouldn’t want to to make you do something you didn’t actually want to do,” the man said.
“Well you said I was a bimbo and you said bimbo’s like showing off their tits so I guess that means I like showing off my tits,” and then without further ado, the blond tried lifted her top. “What do think? Do you like them?”
Igor couldn’t help but stare as the blond played with her massive mounds. “I, um, I ... wow.”
The blond giggled. “I like you,” she said. “You’re fun.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, you are” the girl said and she watched the way his eyes watched her fingers as they found their way to her nipples. “I guess you were right, though. I must really be a bimbo because I really do like showing off my tits.”
Igor licked his lips. “You, um, you know what else I heard?”
“What?”
“Once bimbos show off their tits, they want to show off their pussies.”
“They do?”
“It’s what I heard,” Igor said. “They like getting naked for men with big cocks.”
“Oh. Do you have a big cock?” the blond asked coquettishly.
“I think so.”
“Maybe I have to see for myself.”
“You want to see my cock?”
“Well, you got to see my tits,” the girl said. “I think it’s only fair I got to see your cock.”
This was going even better than Igor had dared hope. He’d known that the doctor had done something to the girl, something that had made her more sexually aroused but he wasn’t sure what but if this was what the doctor’d done, Igor wasn’t about to argue with the result. Instead, he just opened his pants and he pushed his pants and his underwear down around his knees.
“Holy shit!”
“What?”
“Your cock.”
“What about it?”
“It’s so big.”
“It is?”
“Uh huh. I should know, and you know what else?”
“What?”
“I really want to take my clothes off for you.”
“You do?”
“Uh huh,” the girl moaned. “You know what they say about bimbos.”
“What?”
“Bimbos like getting naked for men with big cocks. Can I show you my pussy?”
Igor couldn’t believe his luck. “Sure,” he said.
The blond was unzipping her skirt and then she was pushing it down past her hips. “There goes my skirt,” she narrated, “and now, here goes my panties. See? All nice and naked now.”
Igor nodded. She certainly was that.
“I think your cock is getting even bigger.”
“It is,” Igor asked. He’d never considered himself a genius or anything like that. Heck, that was why he was just the assistant although truth be told, he’d been around enough of the mad scientists that he could probably have done what they did and in some cases, he might even have done it better, but that just wasn’t his lot in life.
“Is there a reason for that?” the blond asked guilelessly.
“A reason for what?”
“Is there a reason that your cock is getting bigger?”
Hell yeah, the man wanted to tell her. It’s you, he wanted to say. You’re fucking hot, but as much as he wanted to say that, he held his tongue because he wasn’t sure the blond wanted to hear that. Instead, he said something else. “There’s a reason bimbos like to get naked for men with big cocks.”
“There is?”
Igor nodded. “It’s a secret desire hidden deep inside the bimbo mind but I’m not sure if I should tell you about it.”
“Why not?”
“Because you might not like it.”
“Why not? Is it bad?”
“Not at all. It’s just that some bimbos are scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Yes well, you say that now—”
“I’m not scared.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on. I already told you. I’m not scared.”
“I don’t know.”
“I really want to know.”
“All right, I’ll tell you but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s said that bimbos see a cock like this, they just can’t help themselves. It’s said they want to get fucked so hard and so good.”
“What?”
“Hey, don’t blame me,” Igor said. “I’m just telling you what people say.”
“But ... but—”
Igor said nothing, choosing instead to see if the blond was going to take the bait.
“Well, I don’t know,” the blond said. “I mean if that’s what people say—”
“Oh, it is,” Igor said. “You can ask anyone,” he added, knowing full well that there was no one else around for the blond to ask.
“Well, if that’s what people say about bimbos, then I guess I should want it, too, so um ... hey, I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Igor.”
“Oh. Okay. So, um, Igor, I was wondering if you could fuck me.”
Igor couldn’t help himself. He didn’t really want to give the girl an opportunity to tell him no but he’d learned the hard way that when you were the assistant to a mad scientist, you always seemed to be the one everyone wanted to blame when things went wrong so he just had to ask. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Isn’t it what bimbos do?”
Igor nodded. He wasn’t even sure if that was what bimbos did but he definitely wasn’t going to tell her no.
“And I’m a bimbo, right?”
Again, Igor nodded. That one was a little easier. His boss had to keep reminding him that that was what the blond was.
“Then I guess I want you to fuck me.”
This time, Igor wasn’t going to give the blond another chance to say no. This time, he pushed her down onto the bed and then moments later, he followed her up onto the bed and then he was sliding between her legs.
“Oh my,” the girl gasped as she felt the head of Igor’s cock stroke up against her pussy.
Igor looked down at the girl. Even flat on her back, her tits looked impressive. Better than that actually. They looked fantastic. He just couldn’t help himself. He slid his cock deep inside her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the blond gasped. “Oh yeah, that’s good.”
“You like that?”
“I love it.”
“What about this?”
The blond moaned again. “I love that, too.”
“I kind of thought you would.”
“You did? Why?”
“Because bimbos love cock.”
“I don’t know about the others,” the girl moaned, “but I know about me.”
“And?”
“And I love cock.”
“See. I told you.”
The blond might have said something more but she was too caught up in what that cock was continuing to do to her. She moaned, and then she moaned again.
“I’m going to cum,” Igor told the woman.
“You are?”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Are you going to cum in your bimbo’s pussy?”
The lab assistant groaned. If he hadn’t been planning to before, he certainly wanted to now. There was just something in the way she said that. So needy. So wanting. So hot.
He groaned. Oh fuck. This was it. He groaned again.
“Oh my God,” the blond gushed. “Oh my God. I can feel it. You’re cumming inside me. Oh my God. It feels so good.”
Igor kept his cock buried inside the bimbo pussy until his cock had given her everything it had. She certainly was right about one thing. It definitely had felt so good.
When it was done, the blond looked up at the man with her big, wide eyes. “Oh man, I sure am glad I’m a bimbo.”
“You are? Why?”
“Because bimbos like to fuck, right?”
Igor nodded.
“That means I like to fuck and I love to fuck your cock.”
Igor wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I, um, I thanks,” he said. “I have to go.”
“Go,” the blond wailed. “But I want to fuck again.”
Igor could feel his cock getting hard again. Damn there was just something about the girl. It would have been so easy to just stay here and fuck her all over again.
No, he told himself. No, he had to go. His master would be looking for him. He’d have to show up sooner or later even if it wasn’t with the bimbo. “I have to go,” he said again, “but you have to wait right here. Can you do that?”
“I guess.”
“I mean it. You have to wait for me.”
“You are going to come back, right?”
“Sure, I’ll come back.”
“And we can fuck when you get back?”
Igor felt his cock jump yet again. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, we can fuck again.”
“Okay, then I’ll wait.”
“That’s a good girl,” Igor said. He looked at her one last time before he left and he couldn’t help but wonder if she might wander off when he was gone. He certainly hoped not because if she was there when he got back, he was definitely going to give her the fucking she wanted.
“Igor,” his boss said when the assistant returned. “Did you find the bimbo?”
“No, ma-a-aster.”
“That’s disappointing but as it turns out, it’s not of any consequence.”
“It’s not?”
“No, Igor. I’ve found another test subject.”
“You did, ma-a-aster? Where?”
“On craigslist, of course.”
“On craigslist?”
“You can find anything there, you know.”
Igor didn’t know.
“I’ve invited her here to dinner,” the mad scientist said.
“You have, ma-a-aster?”
“I have. She thinks she’s coming here to apply for the position of lab assistant—”
“But that’s my job.”
“I know it is, Igor. Please, don’t interrupt. Now, here’s what’s going to happen, and with that, the doctor laid out his plan for Igor.
Igor didn’t like it. His master had said it was only a trick to lure the girl in but what if his master really was looking to replace him. The economy sucked and finding a new job would be difficult. There just weren’t that many mad scientists looking for lab assistants these days. What if master really was going to replace him.
But what could he do. If he didn’t do what his master wanted, then he’d be fired for sure so what could he do?
Well, there was one thing, Igor thought, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it really was the only thing he could do.
“What’d you say your name was again?”
“It’s Callie.”
“I see, and it says here on your application that you’d like to be a doctor.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So if you don’t mind my asking, I’m wondering what drew you to the medical field.”
“I want to help people,” the girl said.
“And it says you like research. Why?”
“It’s because I’m really good at it. I like discovering new things.”
“So you’d rather deal with research than work with people.”
“Well when you put it that way, I guess so.”
Johann nodded. He’d been asking these stupid questions while he waited for the sedative to kick in and finally, he could see its effects taking place. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“I ... I think I feel a little light-headed.”
“Oh my. Really?”
“Perhaps if I could get up and take a walk.”
“Oh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“You, um, you don’t?”
The mad scientist shook his head. “No indeed. In the state you’re in, you might fall down and then you’d hurt yourself and that wouldn’t be good at all.”
“No,” the girl agreed. “That wouldn’t be good.”
“I think you’d better lie down.”
“Yes,” the woman agreed. “I need to lie down.”
Right on cue, Igor was there with the gurney.
“W-what is this,” the girl said.
“It’s a gurney,” Johann said.
“B-but why?”
“You said you needed to lie down.”
The girl’s head was swimming. “Y-you did this to me,” she said.
“Of course I did, my dear, but really, you do need to lie down before you fall down.”
The girl’s legs felt so unstable underneath her. She reached out to brace herself and before she knew it, she was being helped up onto the gurney.
“W-what are you doing to me,” the girl stammered as she was being led away.
“We’re going to turn you into a bimbo,” Johann said.
“You can’t do that to me.”
“Of course, I can. I’ve done it before.”
“N-no. That’s ... that’s not what I meant. I meant ... I don’t want to be a bimbo.”
“Well of course you don’t. No one wants to be a bimbo but never mind. After it’s done, you won’t mind it at all.”
“No.”
“Actually yes. You see I came up with this process of bimbifying women and I’ve been perfecting it and I just need a few more tweaks and then I’ll be ready.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“To make money of course.”
“To make money?”
“Sure. A man has a wife, girlfriend, whatever. She wants things and she’s willing to withhold what he wants until she gets what she wants. You follow me so far?”
Callie nodded. She might have wished that she didn’t but she did.
“So eventually, the man gets fed up but what’s he going to do. He can’t just tell the woman what he wants and expect to get it and so we get chick flicks, over limit credit cards and Oprah, all because the woman has a mind, but take that away from her, and things will be much better and men will pay me big bucks for my service. By the time I’m through, I expect to see a bimbo in every home and only I control the process.”
“You’re mad.”
“I prefer the term visionary.”
“I prefer the term mad.”
“Whatever. In a few minutes, it won’t matter what you prefer anyway. Igor!”
“Yes, ma-a-aster.”
“Charge the capacitors.”
“Yes, ma-a-aster.”
They were in a big room now and now the doctor was moving a device over Callie’s head and Callie had little doubt where the business end of what was obviously a ray emitter was pointed. She struggled in vain against her restraints. “Please don’t do this to me,” she begged.
Johann stroked her hair. “Oh my dear,” he said tenderly as Igor cut away at the girl’s clothes. “You’re scared.”
“Yes,” the girl whimpered. “Please. Please let me up.”
“Sorry. No can do,” and with that the doctor put some goggles in place. “Igor. Let’s make some bimbos.”
“Yes, ma-a-aster,” and with that, Igor went to a panel and threw a switch.
Current surged and circuits popped and Callie was bathed in a bright light. For a moment, her face was terrified but it was only for a moment and then she stared serenely up into the white light that was caressing her head.
Callie writhed under the continued effects of the ray but never once did her eyes look away from the beam and the serene look never left her face.
Her brown hair grew lighter and lighter until it was streaked with blond highlights and even then, it continued to get lighter still as the blond seemed to dominate until all that was left was a golden mane.
But her hair wasn’t the only thing that was changing. Her breasts which had never been all that small seemed to swell and even as her breasts grew larger, her waist grew smaller.
And still the beam continued to do its work. Her his were wider and her butt was firmer and the girl continued to stare up into the light.
“It’s working, Igor,” the man said.
“Yes, ma-a-aster.”
And finally, when everything else was done, there was only one last change to make. Callie’s eyes which had always been brown finally turned blue and even as she was stripped of her intelligence, she looked up into the beam with a look of girlish innocence which from now on would be the way she’d see everything else in her life.
The beam switched off of its own accord and the two men looked at the girl on the table.
“Perhaps you’d like to try her out, ma-a-aster.”
“What? No. I couldn’t.”
“Why not, ma-a-aster. In this, your time of triumph, don’t you think you deserve a reward, and besides, who’s going to know?”
“No, I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Why not, indeed. Maybe just a little sample, the man told himself, just to see how well the bimbification process worked and beside, like Igor said, who was going to know. “What the hell. You there, come down off the table.”
The girl blinked at the man and it wasn’t clear if she’d understood what he’d said.
“I said get down,” the man said.
The girl climbed down off of the table. Her clothes were in tatters in part from the cutting that had been done before the process was begun as from the process itself. One thing was clear though. Had her old clothes not been cut before, they would have been way too tight on her new body.
“You can take that stuff off,” the scientist said.
The girl looked down at her clothes and then wordlessly, she began to remove them.
Igor came to stand beside his boss. “Is she okay, ma-a-aster?”
“Oh she’s fine,” the scientist said. “She just needs a cock inside her. Isn’t that right, honey?”
The girl looked at the man and still without saying a word, she nodded.
“Turn around,” the man told her.
The girl did as she was told to do.
“Bimbos just need to be told what to do,” the scientist explained to his assistant.
“I see,” said Igor and Igor did see. There was indeed more that he could do with his bimbo when he had the chance but for now, this was the doctor’s show.
The doctor moved up behind the blond, his dick already hanging out of his pants. “Now, my dear,” the man said. “This won’t hurt a bit. I should know. I’m a doctor.”
“Oh doctor,” the blond moaned as the man pressed his way between her legs.
Igor was still watching but he was watching the man more than he was watching the girl.
He almost didn’t see it and he probably wouldn’t have seen it if he hadn’t been looking for it but there was something in the doctor’s face. Even after it had happened, he was at a loss to describe just exactly what it was he had seen. It was almost as if the doctor’s face had gained an intensity as he fucked the bimbo.
And really, Igor thought, that was probably about as good a way to describe it as anything.
The man should have known, Igor told himself. He probably would have known if he hadn’t taken Igor for granted but Igor wasn’t as dumb as he looked and there was no way Igor wanted to lose this job. That’s why Igor had done what he’d done.
It was simple really. Just a tweaking of the controls. Something he’d learned from one of his previous masters but the girl’s pussy had become a magnet and for the first man that stuck his cock in her, her pussy and the man’s cock would become addicted to one another or to put it another way, his master was going to be so busy fucking that bimbo pussy that he wouldn’t have time to think about letting Igor go.
It was too bad, Igor thought. His master’s plan might actually have worked but Igor just couldn’t risk it and so the plan had died before it had ever gotten off the ground.
Igor could see the lust in his master’s eyes and he knew in no time at all, he’d be fucking his bimbo again and that reminded Igor of something. He had his own bimbo waiting for him back in his quarters and now that he thought about that, he could see no reason why he should hang around here a moment longer. After all, he had some fucking to do.