Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Pt. 02

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Two.

Rather Disturbing Developments.

Lilah Morgan entered the holding rooms, followed by Becker and Fink. Cordelia rose from her bench. The vacancy had left her eyes, she looked disgusted.

"I might have known you'd be in on this, Lilah."

"Dearest Cordelia," Lilah grinned. "It's always a displeasure to see you. I trust you're both, uhm, comfortable?"

"I can't believe that you would get involved with a company that does this to women!" snapped Cordelia. Lilah grinned.

"I admit I'm not their biggest fan, honey, but they get the job done and several of our front companies could do with new employees."

"Front companies? What do you mean?" Fred asked. She had risen in her cell too. Lilah clicked her fingers.

"Oh, I forgot!" she said with mock concern. "We've made arrangements for you to be turned over to Wolfram and Hart front companies. New openings for future employment, a real second career." She pointed at Cordelia. "We've decided to turn you over to a small film company to re-launch that acting career you wanted, remember? It won't be entirely what you originally intended." She chuckled. "But no worry, you'll be happy with it. And very famous very fast." She turned to Fred.

"As for your friend, well, unfortunately her mind won't be what it is now, I'm afraid. In fact, she'll probably struggle to outsmart a cauliflower after these eminent people here are done with her." She looked at Fink, he just nodded. Lilah turned back to Fred. "On the bright side, though, sweetheart, you do have such lovely legs. We'll make sure you'll be getting plenty of opportunities to stretch them. I considered handing you over to one of our more executive gentlemen's clubs. Our staff holds membership there, but I reconsidered. I prefer making you the star attraction at one of our more down-market strip clubs. Might suit you far better, believe me."

"You'll never get away with this you know," Cordelia spat. She crossed her arms. "Angel will find us and he will be very pissed at you. I do believe his last threat was to kill you if you did anything to me again." Lilah openly chuckled with glee now.

"Oh yes! That unfortunate incident with the psychic. Well, you know, honey, he's going to be rather busy with other, more important problems. We've seen to that." Lilah Morgan turned away from the two girls and produced a folder. She handed it to Fink. "This folder details what we have planned for both of them, Fink. The Chase girl will be turned over to a low budget porn company. She should be conditioned to do anything to ensure she gets a part in all their productions, both on and off camera. She'll be made completely submissive to the entire cast and crew of whatever she's working on." Fink nodded again. He looked over the pictures of key production members at the company. They would need to be implanted in Cordelia's transformed brain.

'We'll see about that,' he thought to himself.

"As for the other one, what's her name? I want her turned into a complete airhead. Erase all her scientific and other intellectual capabilities. I want her completely dependent on her body for her new livelihood."

"Any specifics on the body?" asked Fink.

"Of course, she should be a great erotic dancer, but I'll leave those details to you," said Lilah. "More to the point, she should be naturally submissive, gullible and a glorified tease." Lilah turned over to the next page. "New housing arrangements have been made for them. They will be living as a couple in a rather unpleasant neighborhood to say the least. They'll have a very sleazy landlord. Chase should be conditioned to service him on a daily basis. The pretense will be that it gets them a minor discount on their rent.

"The Burkle woman will be required to perform for him and his friends every now and then. Chase should be made the more dominant part of their relationship. She'll take out most of the anger and frustration she experiences in her job on her lover. Poor li'l Burkle will simply just take it. She should be completely devoted to Chase, doing anything and everything for her."

"Interesting," Fink said with an insincere smile. "I don't get many requests to create a lesbian couple." Lilah looked at him with an irritated glance.

"The sleazy landlord I mentioned intends to set up a web cam to broadcast them secretly. He plans to cash in on them; it was he who decided on their living arrangement."

"Very well," Fink lied. "A transformation like this one should take at least three days minimum to complete. Possibly more if any extra procedures are needed." He had no intention whatsoever to show them his newer and faster programs. He'd better make it sound like an intensive process and charge them accordingly. It also would gain him time.

"One more thing," Lilah said. "All our acquisitions should be conditioned to recognize certain key Wolfram and Hart officials as their superiors. They should be programmed to serve as they see fit."

'Whatever, bitch,' Fink mumbled beneath his breath. Then he gave Lilah Morgan a brilliant smile.

***

Fink and Becker headed down the corridor towards the elevator. Fink hadn't been pleased that he wasn't supposed to keep the girls. He would not even get any actual profit out of them, but he had to do as the damn lawyers asked; he needed them, and their trust, for what it was worth. The two men stepped into the lift, and Fink pushed the button for the office level. Becker turned to him, staring with his cold fisheyes.

"Now, Fink, what does this procedure entail?" Fink looked at his reflection in the elevator's mirror.

"Standard transformation is a three-day process," he lied again. "On day one they're sent to the first stage area on floor three. There the simple procedure of hair, nails and make-up is done. Both will be given suitable looks for their new lives. Second stage on the fourth floor is the actual physical transformation. Neither of these two requires much work on the faces, except lip enhancement, the tongue-and-throat works, bigger eyes and other minor things, but both will receive the standard leg extension, waist reduction and ass padding. Their tendons will be shortened, and their breasts enlarged." Fink smiled at the old-fashioned humbug he was spooning out. The doors opened, they stepped out.

"I'm thinking growth hormones for Miss Chase and implants for Miss Burkle. I imagine the Burkle slut will need several implantations to reach the appropriate size for a BimboTech stripper. We'll give her back muscle enhancements to adjust to the new weight. She will also require some work on the ass. Miss Chase appears almost adequate in that area, but she needs other things done to excel in her new profession. The third day we will perform the mental changes on the fifth floor. The level of change you require may take more than one day, but they will both be ready inside a week."

"Well, you'll be having other guests in three days' time," said Becker.

"Really?"

"Yes," Becker said tonelessly. "We have arranged with one of our associates on the Sunnydale education board for a field trip. Psychology 101 freshmen of Sunnydale Community College will tour your facilities in order to bring the sister of our main target here. They will believe they're on a science excursion." The mousy man stopped. "You will only have a few hours at most to augment the girl enough that her sister notices and gets agitated enough to make a visit here. What you do later on with the sister and her class is of no concern to Wolfram & Hart. You'll be allowed to keep them, if you want." Fink smiled. It looked like his association with Wolfram & Hart might not be as bad after all.

***

Fred and Cordy staggered into the room. BT Security Bimbo Lustly had dosed them with some more happy gas, making both girls feel giddy and horny. They were sat down, and Fink addressed them. He always addressed new girls; it was part of what he called his ethics. Maybe a lot of people would consider him selfish and cruel, he knew he wasn't. He had a mission in life.

"Now girls," he said with his kindest voice. "I want you to know you'll be happy with the changes I planned. You really will, despite what Lilah says about Cordelia taking her frustrations out on Fred. I consider there to be three key ingredients for my li'l BimboTech bimbos. Stupidity, a high sex drive and most of all: happiness. I never EVER change a woman without ensuring her happiness. Without happiness all you would be is a suffering, dumb slut. At BimboTech we don't do dumb sluts, we create happy bimbos." He rose and touched Cordelia's flushed face. She moaned and pressed it against his hand. "Now, be sweet bimbos. We'll meet again."

Fink left them to his staff. He had to see about preparing for the Slayer's sister, Dawn, and to confer secretly about a few new and state-of-the-art procedures no outsiders needed to know about.

Pretty Unreversible Developments.

Cordelia sat in the beautician's chair, coming down from the gas-induced daze. She slowly realized that she'd been strapped down; she also felt something odd in between her buttocks. Her eyes went wide as she realized it was in fact a dildo, sticking up from the seat and straight into her. She heard a moan coming from next to her, where Fred seemed to have discovered the same thing.

Cordelia's chair was turned around. She now saw the smiling faces of two bimbos. One was a short Asian girl with the same huge, fake looking tits that seemed the standard around here. She wore a short pink dress, more like a low-cut t-shirt. The other bimbo was a redhead in a green, shiny halter-top and minimal hot pants.

"Hi, babe, I Poon-tang!" greeted the Asian bimbo. Her long black hair had blonde streaks in it.

"Ma name's Muffy!" the taller bimboslut called out, lifting both hands and one leg as a greeting. She made sure Fred heard her too, but thanks to the gas she probably didn't hear a thing. All Cordelia could do was sit there. She smiled despite herself; it must be the remains of the gas. The former Kate Lockley, now the happy BimboTech Secur'ty Offishah, Cunt Lustly, approached Cordelia. In her hands was a long, phallus shaped billy-club. In Cordelia's fuzzy-minded state, she thought the girl actually looked hot, sporting huge, pointy tits and skintight latex hot pants. They outlined the crack of her round ass, as well as her swollen pussy.

"A'wigh', shlutsh, ish time ta, wike, shtart on Cowdi's makeova," Cunt purred with the lisp that obviously was as standard here as the H-cup- plus tits. She took her billy-stick and began to rub the part that gave her her name. "Give 'em de wowksh, giwlsh!" Cordelia couldn't help but smile. The gas kept working its way through her system, making her even giggle a bit. She tried to shift in her chair, but the dildo in her ass caused her to wince in both pain and pleasure.

Cordy found herself completely helpless as Poontang applied acrylic extensions to her fingernails, turning them into hot-pink inch-long talons. While Poontang was busy with Cordelia's nails, Muffy epilated her eyebrows, while Fred looked on, trying to say something. In her mind she protested, but all that came out was a giggle. Cunt sauntered over to her and started rubbing the girl's small breasts. Then she worked her stick in and out of Fred's mouth like a cock.

"Don' wowwy, shlut," Cunt Lustly giggled. "Ya shoon, be, wike, nexsh."

***

The gas began wearing off of Cordelia's brain. She gripped down on the arms of the chair, digging the inch-long acrylic nails into them and feeling the restrains bite into her flesh. Her head started thrashing from side to side, trying to stop the bimbos from working on her face.

"Ya godda, wike, stop dish, honey, or we gonna totes messh yo' pwetty fache up," pouted Muffy. Cordelia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She bit down on her lower lip, knowing well that as long as she was strapped down all she was going to achieve here was some unsightly scarring. So, she stopped and tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see what happened.

She heard the humming of a small machine and felt a million tiny pricks to the skin above her eyes and on her face. She kicked her legs back and forth panicking at what they might be doing. When the sensation moved to her lips, she slowly opened one eye. In the mirror she saw that what looked like a layer of bluish eye shadow had been applied along with a heavy line of eyeliner. She also saw a blush on her cheek bones. Now her lips were being injected with a bright pink liquid that spread through them, changing their pale color and puffing them up.

Poontang pulled Cunt Lustly away from Fred. She was now observing her face, trying to decide what to do. Fred just stared up at her with wide eyes. She was scared and knew that they should have waited until Angel could help them; then they wouldn't be in this mess. She watched and trembled in her chair as Poontang picked up a vial of fire engine red liquid. It was similar to the pink one she'd injected into Cordelia's lips. She held it up against a small box; then another and another. After several boxes Poontang laid the syringe down. She took Fred's left hand, applying something to her fingernails. Fred momentarily felt a burning sensation, which forced her to shift in discomfort. It passed quickly. She saw how the woman fitted a set of false fingernails to the ends of her fingers. It matched the bright red color in the vial.

Fred was sure she knew what was next, and bit down on her lips. The bimbo beautician moved towards her face with the syringe, her soft melons pushing into the girl's arm, her mouth producing soft murmurs. Poontang tried a couple of times to get Fred to release her lips. She needed her to hold her head still, but her client wasn't prepared to. So, the Asian bimbo turned and nodded at Cunt Lustly. The blonde grinned and pushed a button on the back of Fred's chair. Then she grabbed her head to hold it in place. Fred felt the dildo start to vibrate in her ass. It began to pick up speed. The sudden sensation forced her to open her mouth in a loud moan. At once her defenseless lips were injected. A new color spread through them.

Cunt Lustly continued to hold Fred's head still. She gently massaged the sides of her neck with her thumbs. Poontang began to apply make-up with a buzzing, prickling little pen-like machine. As with Cordelia, Fred soon found herself with a heavy line of dark eyeliner. Glittery green eye shadow spread around her big brown eyes. The two bimbos finished up with coloring their toenails. Then they again gassed them silly and returned them to their cell.

***

In the observation room above the salon Becker and Fink stood watching.

"I don't get why you can't just keep going on with them," commented Becker as the two bimbos-to-be were gassed into virtual unconsciousness.

"Test subjects usually react very badly to the physical transformations," lied Fink with a smile. "Don't ask me why, they should be thankful, but they kick, scream and even try to hurt themselves. That, of course, could lead to damage and nobody wants damaged goods. So, we have to gas them. Unfortunately, the more they're exposed to the gas, the more their immune systems build up. The same dose has less of an effect and too much in one go tends to be fatal. That's why we haven't ever tried to market the gas." Becker looked on as the dizzy girls were dragged away.

"Don't worry," Fink went on. "What's still in their system should be gone by tomorrow. They can be dosed again, and we can take them one step closer to their new happy lives."

***

Cordelia and Fred woke up the next morning to the sound of their cell door opening. Both girls' pretty faces looked as if caked in makeup. They groaned when they saw one another.

"Hi, dowsh!" Tittiefuck bounded into the cell; she was all preppy and energetic. "Anoda day!" she exclaimed. "Wike, anoda shtep in b'comin' de happieshtest bimbosh! Oooh, ya bo' are, like, so pwetty wi' yo' shexy makeup!" She gave off a throaty giggle and clapped her hands.

"This ends today," Cordelia said. Her glamorously shaped eyebrows fell into an angry glare. "We've gotten out of tougher situations than this!"

"Nah, ya di'n't," Cunt Lustly purred. She stepped up behind Tittiefuck and massaged the black bimbo's tits through her tight, lycra top. "Nob'dy even know whewe y' are!" Fred didn't say anything. She looked as if she was going to cry.

"Ooh, Fweddi can't cwy! She wuin pwetty make up," Tittiefuck squealed in mock concern. "Cunt, baby, I fink ya shoulda give 'em a doshe of de happy gash!" Before Cordelia and Fred could react, the blonde had sprayed them both.

"Son of a bitch..." Cordelia coughed. But soon pink stars filled her vision. She and Fred developed dreamy looks on their painted faces; the gas made them feel so good. They began to giggle, despite themselves.

"The'e, da's, wike, sho totawy bedda!" Cunt lisped. She pulled herself away from Tittiefuck. "Now giwsh, fowwo' me!" Cordelia and Fred meekly followed the ash blond, former policewoman with the incredible chest. Tittiefuck bounced up and down in excitement. She led them into a room where Fink and Becker and a couple of white-coated men waited. They looked like doctors.

"Welcome ladies," Fink crowed with insincere friendliness. "It's time for stage two in this process; it is called body modification. My scientists have strict orders what is to be done to you, so just relax, this whole thing will go by very smoothly. Ah, I see Cunt here has given you a taste of the gas, so, never mind your slutty little heads, you're going to love this!" Fink nodded at Becker. "Now, Cunt, I believe Mr. Becker here hasn't tried out your hot Norse goddess's body yet." The BimboTech security officer giggled, beaming at the fuck she was about to receive. Becker protested weakly but was pushed outside by the jiggling bimbo. Fink waited till the man had left. No need to let him in on details. He again turned his attention to Cordelia and Fred.

"Let's get started," he smiled, and clapped his hands. Some of the scientists took the two girls, who were still in la-la-land and positioned them face down on two benches. There were holes in them for their faces, breasts, and pussies, rather big holes for their breasts. The drugged girls sighed contentedly, and they barely stirred as greased tubes snaked up their asses, down their throats, and between their labia. Transparent walls rose up around them with the hum of a hidden motor, forming a glass tank around each bench. Then a thick, warm green fluid filled the tanks. The immersed girls were able to breath comfortably in the fluid. The drug was slowly working out of their systems. An occasional thought made it through the molasses of their minds.

Cordelia imagined that they were in a spa. She lay on a massage table getting a well-earned rubdown, reminding her of her life in Sunnydale, when her family still had money. Indeed, it felt as if dozens of strong, gentle hands were kneading her muscles. They rubbed her skin, drawing out every bit of tension. Several of her body parts began to tingle: her breasts, butt, pussy, mouth, and head. It was strange but nice. She sighed; large, slow bubbles meandered through the green liquid to burst at the surface.

Time meant nothing. But eventually the green stuff drained away. Fink helped the girls stand as a bimbo assistant slipped six-inch spiked jelly heels on their feet. He led them to a set of showers, where warm, cleansing water ran across their bodies, awakening their sluggish brains. Blinking away the green stuff, Fred stared in amazement at Cordelia, who stared back at her with a gasp.

"Oh my God, Cowdelia! You' boobsh are shigantic!" she exclaimed in a new, high voice, lisping the s's and struggling with her new fat and elongated tongue. Cordelia's breasts were indeed massive; they had a perfect melon-shape and jutted out proudly.

"Sho a'e you'sh!" exclaimed Cordelia with an even more pronounced lisp. Fred's breasts were equally large. They looked a bit more fake, though, on her slimmer frame. Both Cordelia's and Fred's asses had been padded nearly as much as their chest. Fred looked down at her huge, jutting tits, her eyes popping. She reached up to touch them, and her eyes got even wider.

"Oh my God, Cowdy! Dey'e sho big! And sho... sho..."

"Yeah," agreed Cordelia, holding her own inflated breasts, their swollen nipples peeping out between her fingers. She wondered about their hampered speech, but it once again became awfully hard to think. It felt different, though, from how it had been with the pink drug. The mind-numbing pleasure was less passive. The sensations while fondling her nipples overwhelmed her, making it impossible to keep her hands away. A feedback loop of frenzied arousal and pleasure urged her to forget the world around her. One of Cordelia's hands left her breast. It headed south.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Oh Fwed! Twy you' clit! Is incwediwle!" Fred's hand went for her crotch, but then she stopped. Someone laughed. She looked up to see Fink enjoying their shower show. He had a grin on his face.

"Cowdelia... shtop! Don' toush you'se'f! Is what he wansh!"

"But it feeeelsh shooooo goooo... goooo... goooo... Oh God. Yessshh!" moaned Cordelia. She was hit with the biggest orgasm of her life. Fred could just look on helplessly as she saw her friend finger herself into climax.

"No!" cried Fred. She grabbed for her friend's diddling hand, but she misjudged the combination of the high heels and her new proportions. She fell into Cordelia; both women's gargantuan tits collided, sending a shockwave of pleasure to Fred's brain.

"Hahaha," Fink laughed. "In addition to your new expanded features, we also took the liberty of shortening your heel tendons. It allows you to walk effortlessly in at least six-inch heels, but it obviously takes some time to get used to it. Now, stop thinking so much Fred. Go give Cordelia what she wants!" Fred shot daggers at Fink.

"I'd neve'..."

"Oh, you most definitely will, honeybee. Maybe not now, but you will. Why make yourself unhappy, li'l slut? You'll be glad to give in. They all do!" Fink countered. He then walked into the shower, and flicked Fred's clit. Fred melted to the touch. The shower stopped. Her wet, dripping body fell against his expensive suit. He jumped away and a moan of frustration left her fat new lips. In a sensual daze the two girls walked on wobbly legs to a mirrored wall, drying each other's sensitive bodies. They finally saw everything that had been done to them. First, they gasped, then giggled helplessly.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the third and final stage," Fink said from the door. "By this time tomorrow, you'll be really in the mood to thank me properly, my darling sluts!" He turned and left.

How to Run on Six-Inch Heels.

Fred was relieved when the door to their cell opened. Not that she expected to escape; it just provided a distraction from her clit. It became harder and harder to keep her hands away from it.

"Hey, hawties," Cunt Lustly gushed at them. "Me an' the shluts need ta kno iffen ya giws wanna come down to ma place."

"You expect me to believe you'd let ush leave wif you?"

"No, siwwy," Cunt dismissed. "I, like, live hea. All us sluts with kewl noo names live hea." It took a moment for Cunt's strange offer to sink in with Cordelia. Then her old mind snapped back into place, and a plan began to form. She looked over to Fred, the girl's eyes were wide as saucers. They seemed to tell Cordelia that no way in hell would she go with the former policewoman.

"What would we do if we came wif you?" Cordelia asked the ditzy blonde. Fred's head jerked between Cordelia and the Cunt. What was she doing? Cunt Lustly giggled. She took a seat next to Cordelia. Cordy noticed how sweet she smelled. "Like, is powno night!" the girl gushed. "All o' tha shluts get togeda. We, like, wa'sh the hawtestest pownos we can get o' hands on. We love ta have a few noo shluts dea' too, to lay o' hands on." She giggled and nudged Cordelia.

"Now, Fwed, that doesn't shound too bad," Cordy said. "Afte' all, it beats shitting in the cell fo' de west of de night." She tried to get Fred to go along with her plan.

"Oh, I don't know, Cowdy. My back has been huwting me sho much since I weceived these new bweasts," Fred complained. She looked at the floor. Cordelia rolled her garishly painted eyes. Fred was new to the whole hero thing. She didn't know when to read a plan that was being formed.

"Bweasts?" Cunt asked. She looked truly confused. She obviously didn't know what Fred was talking about. It was only when the girl pointed to her enhanced tits, that Cunt Lustly knew what she was talking about. "Oh, ya mean yo' bimbo boobies! Fo' shuch a shmart giwl, you don' kno how to, like, tawk, do ya?" Fred's head fell in defeat. She realized that she would soon be as dumb or even dumber than this Cunt woman. The prospect made her tear up.

"Oh, don' cwy, pwetty Fwedi! Cunt, wike, know jus' what ta do an' make ya feew betta! Cowdi an' Cunt go wasch powno, an' shome of de nuwse bimbos go fix yo' back. Den ya can cawwy ya' shexy titties like a twue bimbo shoulda!"

"Fanks, I guessh," Fred sniffled, irritated by her silly voice. At least she wouldn't be in any more pain. A slight breeze from the air conditioner sent a shiver down her spine, and into her pussy. Fred had to bite her glossy red lip to fight back just how horny she was.

"Time ta go, giwlies! Cowdi, ya gonna luv dis sho mush!" Cunt giggled.

The three women strutted down the hall. Cunt walked on her seven-inch platform heels like an expert. Fred and Cordelia, on the other hand, wobbled on their towering plastic sandals. It was the only article of clothing either of them wore. As they arrived at the elevator, Cunt pushed the button for the medical wing. Cordelia's eyes were drawn to the woman's impractical two-inch long fingernails. She looked at her own nails; they were now half as long. It made her feel scared. Cordy remembered the strong-willed, independent policewoman Cunt used to be when she still was Kate Lockley. It seemed ages ago. She knew their bodies were starting to look like Cunt's. It caused a feeling of dread to spread over her. She had to escape. The prospect of what might happen if she failed was too horrible to even think about.

"What are you doing?" Fred whispered to Cordelia.

"I'm getting ush out of here. Twush' me," she answered, struggling with her unwilling lips.

"Wha' was dat?" Cunt giggled. "No, wike, shecwes among bimbos!" Before Cordelia could explain more to Fred, the bell of the elevator rang. They arrived at the medical floor. Two smiling doctors and a group of voluptuous nurses took in Fred, ushering her into one of the surgical rooms. As usual, the nurses wore ultra-tight, latex uniforms over their modified bodies, their skirts happily riding up their thighs. The elevator door closed. Cunt Lustly turned and smiled at Cordelia.

"Cowdi, is sho, wike, totawy kewl dat ya gonna hang out wif ush! Soon, ya be de happiestest giwl jus' wike de rest of us. Wike, believe me, is shooo totawy gweat to be a happy bimbo, giwl!" Cordelia smiled a large, fake smile at her. Deep down, she felt sad for the woman Cunt Lustly had been. She also feared for her plan. It was risky, but it had a high chance of succeeding. All she had to do was to get Cunt's security pass. Then she'd navigate her way to the outside and alert Angel of what was happening to her and Fred. The only tricky things were the security cameras all through the building. On top of that, she looked like a cheap whore. The make-up didn't wash off either, and she was naked. It would be hard to make it back home.

The elevator slowed to a stop. As Cordy stepped out on her shaky heels, she looked into the large room. It seemed like a theatre, but it didn't have the stadium seating, just half rings of colorful pillows laying around. There also was a large number of crazily voluptuous women, wearing a variety of skimpy, revealing outfits. Quite a lot were entirely naked, like her. Most were lounging on the sea of soft cushions.

Cordelia batted her new long eyelashes at the sight in front of her. There were so many women, it would be practically impossible to escape. She looked around and tried to see the exits. To her dismay, there was only the one that she had entered through.

"Cowdi!" A familiar voice could be heard among the giggling and high-pitched voices. Cordelia turned. She was greeted by Tittiefuck, who bounced over with another bimbo. "Dis ma fwiend, Candyassh!" A tall golden blond woman waved and smiled. Then she turned and showcased her bubble-butt. Cordelia saw a peppermint candy cane tattooed on her cheek. To her dismay it somehow looked very sexy to her, making her even want to have one herself. Cordy shook her head. Tattoos and piercings had always looked cheap and disgusting to her. The two bimbos guided Cordelia to a heap of cushions. Cunt Lustly and a couple of security bimbos joined them.

"Ya gonna luv dis, Cowdi," Tittiefuck exclaimed. "An' tomowwow, you be, wike, a bimbo jush' wike ush!" She planted soft kisses on Cordelia's neck. Cordy jerked away from the unwelcome show of affection, making Tittiefuck pout.

The lights dimmed and the movie started up. Cordelia had trouble following the spotty plot, but as she looked around, none of the other women were really watching. A lot of them were actively engaged in lesbian sex. Cordelia saw that Tittiefuck, Candyass, and Cunt Lustly were frigging their pussies for all they were worth. She waited until she was sure that the girls were transfixed by the images on the big screen and the orgy around them. Then she moved to try and grab Cunt's security pass. She bent over to reach out for it. Right then, a hard, metallic object penetrated her ass. She yelped and looked back. To her surprise she saw the two salon bimbos, Poontang and Muffy. They giggled as Cordelia tried to get away, grabbing her hips and pushing the hard object in even further. Cordelia let out a muffled cry of pain. Or was it?

"Oooh! Cowdi ish, wike, bein' a shlut!" Cunt cried. Tittiefuck and Candyass looked up and giggled. Cunt moved her slick, shaved pussy towards Cordy's face, while the giggling salon bimbos guided Cordelia towards it. She bit down hard on her fattened lower lip, refusing to open her mouth, even if it was now in direct contact with the lips of Cunt's pussy.

"She, wike, ain't vewwy good at eatin' pusshy," Cunt complained. "I hafta show 'er how it'sh done." With that, Cunt had the two beauticians hold Cordelia down on a pile of pillows. She sank onto her knees and spread Cordelia's legs, wedging herself in between them. Cordelia tried to push Cunt away, but the blond bimbo was strong. Soon her tongue lapped away at Cordelia's bald new snatch. She couldn't help but moan wantonly. Her new body was extremely sensitive to any touch, let alone someone feeling her up and teasing her hungry pussy. The salon bimbos massaged and licked Cordelia's new tits. One of the sluts even bit playfully at her swollen nipples. It was driving Cordy wild.

"Wait... shtop... " she moaned breathlessly. "The'e'sh shomefing I have to do. Can't... fink..." Cordelia couldn't handle the ordeal. She tried to block it out of her mind and focus on what she had to do. She saw Cunt's security card sticking out of the pocket of her tiny blue latex shorts. It was so close, but so was she. Waves started rolling over her. Through a haze of pleasure Cordelia moved her foot as close to the pocket as she could. She began to moan and buck her hips, hoping the dim bimbos would think she was finally enjoying the experience. Ah, God, who was she fooling? She really didn't have to do much acting...

She sure hoped that her high heel kicking at Cunt's pocket would seem an innocent response to their pleasuring. Then Cunt's onslaught brought her to orgasm. With one last unfeigned kick Cordy flicked the card out of the pocket and onto the floor. She quickly put her heeled foot down over it before anyone noticed. Then she felt her thighs start to shake uncontrollably.

"Shee, dat washn', wike, dat bad now wash it?" giggled Cunt when Cordy's lights came back on. She licked Cordelia's juices off her slit.

"Wow, ya, wike, sho... amazhin'," Cordelia said. "I don' fink I could take anymo'. Jush gonna west for a while and watch de film. But yesh! We should totawy do dat agin." Cordelia looked at the bimbos. She hoped that she understood how their one-track minds worked and would fool them.

"Okidoki," smiled Cunt Lustly. She turned to the salon bimbos. "I tol' ya she wanna be wike ush, but she'sh noo, she get ti'ed. She gonna get betta!" The bimbos seemed convinced Cordelia was happy with them. They went back to their simple minded fucking and left her unattended. She picked up the security card, also finding a miniskirt and top one of the girls had discarded.

"One shize fitsh aww," she murmured, scurrying back to the entrance before loudly addressing the bimbos about the porn movie they were watching.

"Wow! Look at the shize of dat guy!" she yelled. "I'd shoooo luv ta have him inshide me. What abou' ya giwls?" All the bimbos turned their attention to the screen to see what Cordelia was talking about. She quickly turned, opened the door and slipped out, teetering on her awkward heels.

Cordelia was fairly sure she'd be safe from this room. She used the security pass to open the lift doors and stepped inside. She swiped the pass again and hit the button for the main lobby. It didn't work. Clearly BimboTech didn't want any of its girls wandering about downstairs after hours, or even leave the building unsupervised. She obviously needed another key card to get out, but she couldn't think where to get one. Her only hope was to see if she could find a phone and call Angel. And while she was at it, she had to find Fred before they did any more damage to her.

Following a Sexy Little Janitor.

Cordelia decided her first concern was to find an outside phone; it was her best chance to get help. She pushed the button for the office level. Cordy knew that Fred was in a room with the doctors; she didn't stand a chance of rescuing her there. Her best bet was to wait until Fred was back in the cells; then she could free her, assuming she could hold out that long. Cordelia figured she had a fairly good chance, though. After all she had a years' long training. She'd spent a lot of time sneaking around behind her parents' backs to meet boys, and even more time hiding from demons and following targets for Angel. Moreover, she now was dressed and built like the rest of the sluts. The male guards would think she was too stupid to be dangerous anyway.

The elevator doors opened. Cordelia stepped out into a dimly lit corridor with multiple doors on either side. She slowly began to teeter along on the high pins she was wearing, using the wall to support her. She wasn't a stranger to heels but these were something else, even with her doctored feet. She moved along. Then she became aware that the elevator behind her had been recalled; it was coming back down. She quickly looked at the numerous doors, then she pushed open the first one she came to. She entered a stairwell down to the lobby, but the stairs themselves were blocked by a closed gate.

"Damn," she said, stamping her foot and momentarily losing her balance. "How did dis pwace passh fiwe shafety?" She left the door slightly ajar so she could listen out for what was going on. She heard the doors to the elevator open. Two men were talking.

"He can't be serious. A whole class to get at one girl," said the first.

"That's what he said. It was the only way Wolfram and Hart could get her here," answered the second voice.

"I tell you they're trying to screw us over. I don't trust them. I can't believe Fink actually is willing to take orders from that woman," the first voice added.

"He needs them," the second one said. "And he needs us to come up with a plan to deal with a whole class, both male and female." They both stopped just a few steps from where Cordy was hiding. She saw them now. The first man rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"We could use the white room. We give them all a neural pulse, then show them some 'educational' videos explaining the natural order."

"I'll pass that on to Fink in the morning," said the second. "Right now, I gotta get home to the wife."

"How's she working out?"

"Ah, magnificent. Should have done it sooner; she's so much happier. You did great work, thanks bro." With that the two men parted company. The first headed down the corridor and veered off into one of the offices. The second turned around and headed back into the elevator. Cordelia stood pressed hard against the wall. Her heart raced. She breathed heavily and whispered loudly to herself.

"What de hell kind of people are deeshe?" She moved back into the corridor and began looking more closely at the doors. She had to see if she could find an open one. At the same time, she wanted to avoid whichever door the first man had gone into. As she tried the entrances for each room one by one, she found most of them to be locked; the few that weren't had nothing in them. But soon she came to a large spacious office. It was roughly halfway down the corridor. From its size and luxury, she guessed it must be Fink's or someone else in management.

She slipped inside and shut the door behind her. Then she tripped across the dimly lit room. Finding a small light on a desk, she turned it on. First, she noticed a phone. She picked it up, but quickly realized she needed an extension to dial outside. Since there wasn't one on the phone itself or on the desk she had to give up.

When she was about to leave and check out the other offices, she noticed a document dated the next day. It was a memo detailing transformation orders. She decided to look at it, but it didn't contain anything about her or Fred. Instead, it listed something about a quick change to be made to a new test subject.

'Platinum hair, collagen lips, B-cup breast enhancement.' Cordelia assumed that must have been a typo. No one she'd seen in this place was less than an EE cup, including herself. 'No intelligence reduction, hormonal stimulation, yes, and pre-programming to return with primary target.'

'Primary target?' Cordelia wondered what that was about. Did this order have anything to do with the conversation she overheard? Then she saw the open files on the desk. They'd been beneath the memo and were highly detailed personal profiles on her and Fred. Alongside them were five more files. She picked up the first one and opened it.

'Tara McClay.' The name wasn't familiar, so she discarded it. She picked up the next one. Her eyes went wide with shock.

"Willow!" She quickly picked up the next file and the next. "Anya, Buffy, oh my God I gotta warn dem," she said to herself. The room's main lights came on.

"Should ya, wike, be in dish room?" lisped a soft girly voice. Cordelia looked up with a start. A small red-haired girl of about 5'3 perched on a pair of knee high high-heeled boots. She was clad in a tiny latex mini dress, hugging every curve of her amazing body and incredible cleavage. In her hands she held a mop, a rag was hanging from her belt. It suggested to Cordelia she was probably what passed for a janitor in this place.

"Who me?" replied Cordelia. "I, wike, dunno'. All dese roomsh look sho totawy awike. Is weawy, weawy hawd to tell 'em apawt." She giggled nervously and hoped she had made a convincing attempt at playing a stupid bimbo, never realizing how easy it had been.

"Totawy, dis pwace is de bestest eva," replied the cute janitor. Her voice was like a child's. "But is shooo big an' ha'd to find stuff an' stuff."

"Yeah," said Cordelia, nodding. "Look, I bet ya go, wike, evewywhere awound heea. I bet ya know whewe I can, wike, find out de numba to call outside an' things, so I can... em... owda Mashta Fink hish dinna."

"But he hash all his mealsh made heea," replied the janitor.

"Yeah, but he weally wantsh, wike, a delivewy giwl on the shide," Cordelia added.

"Oh wight," the girl giggled. "Well, ehm... numbas an' stuff is way too ha'd fo' me. Da's de sexwetawies' fingie. But I kno' an offiche fo' de giwlsh to shpeak outshide. I bet dere ya find, wike, de numba fingies ya want?"

"Dat office, wight," said Cordelia full of enthusiasm. "Is jus' I can neva 'memba whish one it ish." The girl pointed and started down the hallway. Cordelia walked after her. She'd finally adjusted somewhat to the high heels on her feet. She also started to feel less sensitive to the touch of the clothes she barely had on, and the cool airco breeze in the building, but she was convinced that whatever had been done to make her breasts grow, wasn't done yet. She was certain she'd grown another cup size since she'd had her treatment. The unfamiliar bouncing and weight never let her forget what was going on, especially since it made her horny as hell.

Cordelia followed the sexy little janitor doll down the corridor, watching the almost hypnotic wiggle of the peachy butt under the latex mini dress. She knew she wanted the girl; the depth of her lust made her gasp.

They went all the way to a room at the end of the corridor. Looking at the sign on the door Cordelia wondered why it should have surprised her. It was a phone sex center; it rather made sense. With all these trashy sluts about it would be a quick and easy bonus for the company, and it would give the bimbos something to do. She opened the door to a room with several rows of small cubicles. She couldn't see anyone, but she heard the moaning of at least four different girls. Holding her rioting breasts, she teetered as quickly as she could to the first cubical, finding a big breasted curly-blond bimbo gasping down the phone. The girl rapidly fingered herself; she'd already produced a little pool of cum on the floor under her chair.

Cordelia moved up towards the back of the room. There she entered one of the empty cubicles and spotted a list on the wall. It contained several names, including city officials. Next to them were numbers with each the same opening extension. Cordelia assumed these were regular clients of the phone sex service. The extension must be the one to the outside. She picked up the phone and began to dial. Then her light was cut off by a dark shadow.

"It would seem that I underestimated you, Miss Chase," said Fink. He stood at the entryway to the cubical with two male security guards. "I thought your little friend was the smart one, but it appears you're more than just a pretty face."

"Yeah," replied Cordelia, after checking her racing heart. "She's de book shmart one and I'm de shtreet shmart one. Togefer we're a shmart-assh kicking team. We'll fight you evewy shtep of de way." Even with the lisp and the high, silly voice, she didn't want to let this pervert see just how panicked she truly was.

"Don't worry, honey," Fink replied with a calm smile. "That will all change tomorrow. Look on the bright side: of the two, you'll finally get to call yourself the smart one." Fink chuckled. He felt great.

"Wha'sh dat meant to mean?" Cordelia asked.

"It means, darling, that Wolfram & Hart have plans for your little genius friend that require zero intellectual skills. You, on the other hand, will still hold on to some basic intelligence. It will just about help you read directions and simple scripts. You'll also be able to sign autographs for your many fans. And say, "fank ya" for receiving the Porn Oscar for best supporting actress." Fink sniggered. "That sort of thing, you know?" Cordelia swallowed hard as she was dragged off. Fink's goat-like hick-ups rang in her ears.