Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Pt. 07

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Seven.

Preparing Bait Can Be a Satisfying Activity.

Fink had long since retired to his penthouse office. His scientists had assured him that the Summers' girl was well on her way to become the slut he envisioned her to be. In the meantime, he sat and looked at a monitor on his desk.

TrippiliKlit was proving herself as the bimboslut he'd made her, teaching her captive audience the joys of slutdom. Fink watched the fifteen Sunnydale college girls. He expected them to return to BTI one by one; maybe some would bring their mothers or friends. Fink chuckled to himself. He saw Trippili stride back and forth in front of her 'class'. Not a few hours ago she kicked his guards' balls in feminine fury, now she enthusiastically explained how bimbos should be. Her high-pitched, lisping voice spread the BimboTech gospel of lusht that would soon become their strongest belief. His revels were interrupted by a knock on the door. This was odd, as he had told Becker and the rest of his staff that he wasn't to be interrupted. Damn bean-counter.

"Come in," Fink said, buzzing the intercom. He smiled as Dawn Summers wandered into the room. He could tell that she was confused, finding it hard to get adjusted to the changes they'd made to her mind, especially since they never touched her intelligence. To Dawn there were things that felt wrong, but because of her lingering dizziness she couldn't put her finger on them. Some were obvious, others were quite subtle. For one, she thought that she should have brown, straight hair. And secondly, she didn't remember having plump lips that made her lisp and looked like they had been pumped up with a liquid, feeling to her probing tongue like the pillows of a waterbed.

There were many other little changes that confused her. Like, why should she like this awful man? Dawn looked at Fink as he reclined in his chair behind a large, oak desk. She didn't know why, but she felt an intense attraction to this man and his smile. Why was he smiling like that? It made part of Dawn feel uneasy, but it also sent teasing fingers of erotic energy into her recently shaved, itching pussy. As if by instinct, she started to bite her new lower lip. It made her feel odd and intimate at once. The lips had been painted with several coats of shiny, sweet-tasting lip-gloss, making her tongue tingle.

"Can I help you with something?" Fink asked, watching the silent girl closely. He intended to play nice to draw in her trust; to his surprise being nice with the girl felt quite easy.

"A man shent me up here fo' shome reashon," Dawn said, fighting with her freshly fattened lips. She tried to shake the cobwebs from her head. "He shaid you wanted to shee me... but that shouldn't make shense..."

"Ah, you must be Miss Summers. You may call me Mr. Fink," Fink said He got up and walked over to Dawn, offering her his hand. She took it, confused by what happened. Why was she sent to this CEO of a big company? Where was her group? There were so many questions. She felt insecure, but something inside her head kept telling her to trust this man.

"Mr. Fwink, why am I here?" Dawn asked, cursing the lisp. Her eyes were wide as saucers. Fink thought about it for a second. Then he decided to press his luck. After all, no matter what: this soon-to-be-slut was going to be his anyway. He walked over and stood close to the confused young woman. He saw it made her feel uncomfortable. Good. He looked her up and down, which only added to her discomfort.

"Why are you here?" Fink laughed. "Ah, that is the question, indeed. Well, the truth is very simple, Dawn. You have come here to suck my cock, and the thought already thrills you."

"Noooooo!" Dawn doubled back in shock. Her scared eyes fluttered, the shock tearing away the veil that cloaked her mind. It had hung in every direction she had probed, thick and impenetrable. It covered all her memories before coming here on this field trip with her class. All had gone blank, or pink, rather, a sweet, spun-sugar pink. Now, all of a sudden, it was as if a storm tore it away. Her fuzzy horizon cleared. She remembered herself as a brown-haired, healthy Californian girl with lots of friends. She also remembered she'd been fond of who she was, but oddly, right now that changed. She saw it all so clear now. Her sweetly remembered life looked suddenly dull and so utterly boring to her. No, no, it wasn't, was it? It was her life, her friends. But it really was boring, tedious, dull, oh yes, dull and totally shallow. No adventure, no challenge. No sex. No sex...

Could it be that this tall attractive man read it in her eyes, how she felt about him? And about herself? She blushed from the intimacy of her thoughts. He touched her shoulder, sending another shock down her body as he ushered her over to a reflective wall. Dawn saw her platinum blonde hair. It was teased big and wide and it looked perfectly beautiful, like a shining halo of dancing curls. How boring her old brown, slack hair had been. And look at her face, the made-up eyes, the lashes. What caught Dawn's attention the most, were her lips. They were inviting, round, pouting, and very red. They looked just as they felt, thick and juicy. Frankly, she thought, they begged to be kissed and more... They needed to suck cock, like the sweet man said. His cock, any cock. The thought was as alien to her as it was matter of fact.

Fink touched her shoulder again, Dawn shivered. It was partly because of the revelation she'd gotten when he called her his sex toy, but it was mostly just plain arousal. Dawn's breathing became faster. New thoughts overwhelmed her. Fink looked on with an amused smile, but he frankly had enough of this teasing. He undid his pants. Dawn kept staring at her reflection. Fink coughed and directed her attention to his cock.

"Blow me, slut." Fink ordered. He stared the girl directly in the eye. He could tell that there was conflict in Dawn Summers' scared mind. She froze, her small white hands fluttered to her whorish mouth like panicked birds, her eyes tumbling in the cages of their sockets. Then she closed them and swallowed. Dawn Summers sank to her knees. She had resisted, and she knew she should resist more, but the brutal force of her conditioning took over, amusing Fink. It also made his cock pulse. Delicate hands freed it from its prison. Dawn softly kissed it.

The girl was his now, he knew. She would be his perfect slut. Not now, yet, but soon, soon. First, she had to know how to be his perfect bait. Fink laid his hands on the silver head of spun platinum candy. He felt hesitant lips close over his swollen cock head. His breath caught. Oh God, the hesitation felt so good...

"Don't be shy, honey," he said with a thick voice. Then he pushed her head down. It made the fat, painted lips sink down on the pole. Damn, they were perfect. Swollen, strong, yet soft like hot, wet silk. "You know that this is what you want, honey," Fink groaned. "This is what your life will be. You crave this cock, li'l bimbo. It is the cock of your Daddy. Now... take it in. All of it." He pushed her deeper. He never minded her inexperienced gagging, it even touched him. Smiling inward he knew all these little imperfections would go away... soon. In the meanwhile, he'd relish the new slut's clumsy eagerness to serve him.

"Now, listen, Dawn, listen carefully while you suck off your sweet Daddy's cock. I need you to do something for me. Will you do something for your Daddy, honey?" He grabbed her hair and made her look up at him, the tip of his cock still resting on her fat lower lip. Her eyes were moist, their brilliance veiled with confusion. She was appalled, her brain churned to understand why she was here, why she did this, but her conditioning overruled every hesitation. It made her gasp with desire to go on. "Dawn," Fink said. "When you have made your Daddy cum and you have gratefully swallowed all your sweet Daddy's sperm... you will go downstairs again and join the girls of your class. Do you understand?" Her lashes batted. Her head shook no. She still panted from taking him in.

"Nooo..., " she gurgled. "Dawn shtay. Shtay wif Dad-dyyy."

Fink smiled. He was amazed how deep her affection had already settled. He pulled her dripping lips back over his cock. She gladly went down to suck him, moaning around the throbbing flesh. Fink closed his eyes in a short moment of bliss. Then he continued.

"I know, darling slut. Of course, you don't want to leave Daddy. You are mine and you need to be with your new Daddy, but don't worry, honey. You will. Soon. Oh yes, you will be my li'l cunt forever and ever. I shall have you made into the most glorious bimbo the world has seen, the finest ever produced at BimboTech." Fink breathed hard. It was both from the grandiose vision as from the sudden waves of lust that made his toes crawl. "But for now, Dawn, you must go, li'l slut," he went on. "Daddy commands you to return home and save your sister." This remark seemed to cut through the sexy cloud that dazed Dawn.

"Zsawve?" she said, producing bubbles of spittle and precum around Fink's hard member. Fink rammed his cock down her mouth. Then he started slamming it into her throat with every word he uttered.

"Yes! You Must Save Buffy From Her Boring, Boring Life, Dawn!" Dawn was shaken by the sudden attack. She gagged when the big head thumped against her throat's entrance, again and again. But every thump caused an explosion in her brain; huge pink stars and dazzling suns careened through her inner vision. It felt as if Fink was destroying her defenses with his monstrous battering ram, and it was. Every merciless thump broke down another of her deeply hidden reserves. Fink rammed on. He knew how each attack would drive in the truth of his words, nailing them forever into the new persona of this young, impressible woman.

"Go Home, Whore And Show Your Stupid Sister How Much More You Know Of Life. Serve... Your... Daddy! Be Worthy! Bring Her Back Here And I Shall Give You All You Need!" He grabbed her head and pulled her off his screaming cock. It dripped and leaked in front of her blue and gagging face. Her eyes rolled back into her skull. Slime drooled from her fat shining lips.

"Tell me what you must do, whore!!" Dawn just gurgled. Then her eyes returned, and a hoarse voice whispered: "Buffwy. Dawn will get Buffwy for Dad-dyyy. Yesssh... Dawn will be beautifwul. And Buffwy will be beautifwul. Pweashe Dad-dy, now fwuck li'l Dawn... pweashe?"

Fink tore the girl's face over his cock. He crowed like a rooster and flooded her virgin throat with an unending stream of doctored sperm. It gushed past her stretched lips to dribble down on her sweet pink t-shirt.

Testing the Merchandise.

Fink looked into the room; he had not been this excited in months. A sense of power ran through his veins, a feeling he loved like nothing else. It felt at once familiar and yet always new. Through the window he looked at the most perfect sex machine he'd ever created. A porn star such as the world had never seen. From where he stood, he looked straight into her incredible cleavage. Once more he wondered how the girl could stand and walk with those enormous weights tugging at her chest. Yet she did so with ease and grace. Becker coughed. The damn accountant was a real pain in the ass. He always tried to hurry them up, always wanting to know when the project would be finished.

"Is she ready now?" he asked with irritating predictability. Fink sighed. He rolled from his soles to his heels and back.

"Yes," he said. "She's ready, and she is a work of art." Becker shrugged. One bimbo or the other, just so many holes to poke your pole into. What did he care? Fink almost whispered. "What you see is only a tiny part of her qualities," he said. Becker guffawed at "tiny", watching her ridiculously huge tits shake. Two platinum blondes in very short satin robes rubbed the bimbo dry after the shower she'd taken. These last few hours TrippiliKlit had spent in the most secret room BimboTech had; Fink had even succeeded in keeping Becker away from it. It was the room where they tested their newest technology. Not that Trippili knew anything about what happened after she entered. She didn't even remember entering, but she knew she had never felt as glowing and horny as she did right now.

"The world will be astounded," Fink bragged calmly. "We not just lengthened her tongue; it also stiffens like a cock. She can actually fuck with it, reaching places no tongue has ever reached before. It makes her lisp in the most endearing way. We filled out her lips even more and strengthened the muscles at the entrance of her throat; she will never choke, whatever the size of cock she blows. Her throat will easily massage every cock's head that enters her gullet and strangle it with a delight no man has ever felt. Plus, we implanted her uvula with a knot of nerves that is connected to her clit and nipples. Yes, dear Becker, Deep Throat at last!" Fink smiled proudly as he watched the girl that had once been Cordelia Chase. She shivered from the evaporating water on her skin, her nipples stiffening into their maximum length of one and a half inches.

"Ah, and her tits, dear Becker," Fink went on. "Never did the world see HH melons stand as firm as hers or carried with such natural grace. They are firm yet feel even softer than the real thing. Melons you say? I'd say peaches, giant peaches." His usually cold eyes seemed to gain a certain warmth. "Of course," he went on, "her nipples have been lengthened and packed with screaming nerve-ends. A simple well-timed pinch might make her cum, my dear." Fink gestured with a finger and thumb, twisting an imagined morsel of flesh. He grinned. Becker looked his usual sourness. He didn't respond at all. "After our last improvements she'll give the expression "tit-fucking" an entirely new meaning, dear Becker." Fink was undaunted by the lack of response. He pulled at the front of his slacks to make more room for his growing arousal. "We furnished her cleavage with strong, rippling muscles to strangle the lucky cock she fucks. We also implanted her skin with tiny glands to keep the insides of her tits slick and oiled when she needs it."

Fink sighed. Then he let his eyes travel down Trippili's unbelievably narrow waist; they had melted away her lower two ribs to realize the effect. It gave a most wonderful contrast to her huge tits and her flaring hips that tapered down into endless, fleshy thighs. Her legs went on and on until they reached her 6-inch heels. Between those thighs, her mound was baby bare. It also was round like the juiciest of plums, the cunt lips staying permanently swollen. Even now, as the water from the shower dried, they looked slick and shining with moisture. At the top of the slit a pink nub of flesh peeped out like a baby's tiny tongue-tip.

"Ah, her cunt!" Fink exclaimed, dreamily. "No cunt like hers on this earth, dear Becker, a nerve-packed clit, always aroused. Its tendrils stretch out into her inner and outer lips, and the roots of her vulva. They are connected to her nipples and her throat. And then there is her cunt itself... strong like a velvet fist, my dear. Always wet and slippery. She will flow and even squirt at request." Becker nodded without real interest. Fink went on. "She is tighter than a virgin, but flexible enough to accommodate a horse, after which she'll be a virgin again. The whole length of her deepened canal can move like a silk gloved, masturbating hand. And, like her throat, the entrance of her womb can swallow and suck each and every visitor tall enough." Fink chuckled. "Of course, there are a few nice new buttons to be pushed down there. Spots that will need the rest of the alphabet after G, my dear sir!" Fink rubbed his hands together. Then he leant forward to talk into a microphone. "Turn the whore around. We need to see her ass," he said. The girl in the room was turned around. She eagerly bent over at her waist. One of the two bimbos that were drying her, spread the huge cheeks to present the tiny star at their center.

"Tightest ass in the world!" Fink exclaimed. "Same strong muscles as in her cunt and throat. Glands all around to keep her wet and slippery. Cock-strangling power that goes on for more than a foot inside her. She is the only girl that can suck a man with all her three holes AND her tits! But that is not all..." Fink paused in a dramatic way. Then he whispered: "She also has a clit inside her ass hole... TrippiliKlit indeed: this incredible she-machine can cum in all her three holes at once! Has the world ever seen a porn star like that? Eh, Becker, you damn bean counter, eh??" He slapped Becker's shoulder. Then he nudged him twice.

"I'll believe it when I see it," the unimpressed bookkeeper said. He dusted off his shoulder with a flick of his hand.

***

TrippiliKlit was on her hands and knees, her back arching to push out her immense ass, her vast tits hanging from her chest. They swayed and bounced whenever she moved, each delicious swing making her nipples tingle. Gawddddd... how she wuvved dish body; it felt like living inside a huge pink cloud of caressing silk. Her head was full of light, her skin glowed; from between her thighs a constant radiation of lust spread through her entire being. Happy... was that the word? Oh yessss... she was shoooo totawwy happy now. But she also had needs, overwhelming needs. She needed to be filled. Every entrance, every hole needed to be stretched and satisfied. Oh Gawd, how she needed cawcksh and dildosh and tonguesh... and... and... cam'wash, cammewash! Yes! She craved to be seen. She had to be recorded and multiplied, to be exposed to millions of drooling people. Men must see her body being used, so they could masturbate over her. Women had to watch her being fucked and drowned in seas of cum. They must envy her... and, oh yes! They also must want her... as much as she wanted them... giwsh, women... aaaaah, shweet Bounchi... yessssh! Bounchi mush' lick her titsh, shuck her assh... ooooooh Gawddd!! The mere thought made her leak from all her holes. Saliva oozed from her open mouth, and juices frothed at her nether entrances, trickling down her trembling thighs.

She moaned. Then she looked up with glazed over eyes. An erect cock was right in front of her. She grabbed it and swallowed it right down her throat. Strong new muscles gripped the pole and rippled up and down its entire length. When the head slid past her new throat-clit, she shivered like a thoroughbred mare.

Her new ass was stretched by another cock. It felt huge, but she pulled it effortlessly into her with her new strong ass-muscles. Another clit rose hard against the intruder and Twippi felt her knees turn to jelly.

Oh Gawd... yet anofer cawck. It entered her swollen cunt, spreading her flexible flesh. She gripped it tightly and pulled it deep into her belly, her muscles milking it as it went. Fires seemed to flare whenever the cock rubbed a new G-spot. They made the girl shudder and moan around the flesh in her throat. Then the head entered her womb and started fucking her with long, brutal strokes.

***

Fink looked down on the glorious ass, gripping his cock like a velvet vice. It sucked him in and pushed him out. He groaned and stopped fucking, letting the girl do the work. Becker's cock slid against his through the thin membrane that separated them. It was a great feeling, not just for him. He heard the bookkeeper pant and groan. Ah, dammit, that would teach him, the cynical bastard. Fink looked up into the sweating face of his tall black security officer who pumped his enhanced, eleven-inch cock down the whore's throat, feeling things no man had ever felt.

Fink knew they wouldn't last long with the sexual forces the girl brought against them. He himself felt how he was pulled to the edge. Each time he thought he would lose it, but at exactly the right moment the muscles seemed to tighten around his cock, strangling it. The urgent need ebbed away. Then the girl picked it up again. Once more Fink felt himself reach a new, incredible level. Looking at the faces of his co-fuckers he knew they were as close as he was. He moaned and grunted, sweating and swaying on rubber legs.

Suddenly Trippili came. She stiffened and strangled all three cocks at the same time. Then she exploded with a gurgling scream. Every limb, every muscle of her glorious body shook and shuddered without control. Delicious spasms tore at Finks cock and at the cocks of his companions. Choking spasms took him over the edge, at once followed by the others. Convulsions pulled endless streams of cum out of their steaming balls. They filled the girl's holes, then their sperm seeped past their cocks, squeezed out of her holes together with her own copious floods of cum and spittle.

Never before had a woman felt the impact of a triple orgasm. There was one in her cunt, one in her ass and one in her throat, and they exploded all together. TrippiliKlit collapsed under the explosions; all her lights went out. Only the support of the three hard, still spitting cocks held her up; she shook on them like a rag doll. Then she slid off the softening poles and tumbled on the tiled floor. There she lay, losing her consciousness, but still shaking with a million little spasms. Pale juices ran from all her orifices.

"All right," Becker panted. "She'll do." He grabbed a handful of her lustrous hair and wiped his spent cock on it.

Wrapping up The Merchandise.

The whole next night, TrippiliKlit floated on a cloud, drifting in and out of delicious dreams, sexy dreams that made her pussy pulse and her throat give off sleepy moans. The three-way fuckfest had satisfied her; it at least kept her eternal cravings at bay until she slept.

At dawn sweet Tittiefuck woke her up and Trippi's horniness was back with a vengeance. She moaned about it and the sweet black slut hugged her; then they licked each other to a shivering climax. Both took a long hot shower with another mutual masturbation, then they touched up their faces and wrapped a tight silk robe around their outrageous curves.

"Le'sh, wike, go shee da giwlsh, honey," Tittiefuck said. "Ya godda get weady, yo' a pown shta', wuvvy. An' Bounchi mush' be weady fo' dancin'. Is, wike, sho totawwy a pidy you two weave shoon, but fiwsht we mush' tawk abou' sho many, wike, impo'tant shtuff! Wike dwesshin' up an' hairdo an' fingsh!" They both giggled. Trippi felt close and loved and happy. On their way to the dressing room Tittiefuck took her arm. They sashayed through the building together, never stopping to talk and giggle like the two gweat new bimbo sistas they'd become. "I godda cwit in ma fwoat now, ya kno', Titsh?" Trippili said, proudly. She loved the sexy lisp the good doctors had given her.

"Oh my! Ya make me jeawoush, honey!" Tittiefuck answered.

"Uh-uh", Trippi said. "An' one up ma wi'wl poopy-howe too!" They doubled up with laughter. It made them almost lose their precarious balance.

"A weal pown shta'!" Tittiefuck screamed. "Shoooo totawwy kewl, giwl!" A few lab assistants looked up in wonder.

***

The room was gorgeous; early sunshine filled it with a warm, sweet glow. There were tall mirrors, soft fluffy rugs and yards of lush curtains. There were also pink and gilded chairs and chaise lounges, but most of all there was an endless row of wardrobe closets. This was a pink doored Giwls On'y room and it breathed Happiness!

Poontang, the Asian bimboslut stylist, leaned against a cream pillar in her tight gold lycra outfit. There also was Cunt Lustly in all her white-blond glory. But most of all... there was Bounci. Oh Gawd, did she look shweeeet, all pink and naked. And, Gawd, had she missed her! Trippili ran into the room on her deadly heels. All her new flesh shook and bubbled until she reached the sweetest sweetheart, her dahwin' Bounchi. She was her luv; the girl made her feel hawt all over. Bounci squealed and clapped in her hands. Then they hugged and their glorious curves melted into a multitude of shuddering sweetness.

"BounchiBounce... ma Bounchiiiii!!" Trippi screamed. "I wuv yaaaa!!" Her fat red lips engulfed the mouth of her lover, her new snakelike tongue plunging into the wide-open cavern. Bounci choked on the stiff, swelling intruder, but her hands were everywhere on the body she adored.

"Ahw wou goo, fwee dahwin'?" Trippili panted around her swollen tongue, after releasing the girl. Big vacant eyes met hers under perfect eyebrows. A high and permanent blush rode Bounci's cheeks

"Bounchi a danshah now, Twippi," she answered in her new baby voice. "Bounchi sho happy wif noo tiddies." She pushed out her rack; Trippi cooed when she caressed them, playing with the long nipples. Bounci batted her eyes and sighed.

"Bounchi long legsh now ta danche de pole. All cheea when Bounchi doesh". She clapped in her hands and jumped up and down, smiling a wide pink-and-white smile. Trippili grabbed her shoulders and sent her tongue down the girl's throat again. Tittiefuck chuckled as she watched the two newly programmed lovers.

"Oh my," she giggled. "Mashta be shooo pweashed." Then she walked over and pulled the kissing girls apart. They stood panting, eyes sparkling. "Now, giwlsh, we mush' fin' ya outfitsh fo' yo' noo bodiesh and yo' noo happy livesh. Twippi, lemme show Poontang wha' she's up aginsh'." Tittiefuck pulled the flimsy robe off Trippili's body, making her stand naked in a beam of sunlight. It traced her abundant curves with a finger of gold, making all the girls gasp.

"Oh, ma Gaaawd," Bounci panted. "Sho booooootifwuw..."

"Yeah, shweet Bounchi," Trippi said. Her tongue had shrunk again, but still lay as a snake in the hollow of her mouth, causing a sweet lisp to remain. "Good shweet doctash gave Twippi sho mush to make me pown shta'... Mmmmm... feew Twippi'sh tongue? Ish, wike, sho wwwonnng an' fick now. Mmmmm, Gawd, lemme fuck yo' tight wi'wl cunt wif it, Boun-chiiii." She stepped forward, but Tittiefuck stopped her.

"Latah, dahwin's. Don' spoil yo' honeymoon." All the girls giggled insanely at that. They started dressing and chatting and dressing the girl some more. Under Trippili's jugs her tiny waist was tightly packed into a red silk corset; Cunt Lustly even put her strong knee into her back to pull the laces tighter.

"Oh gawd, sho good," Trippili gasped. "Tighta, dahwin', tighta! Bounche! Wook at ma titsh on dem wi'wl baw-cony. Look at ma gow-geoush asssssshh... Ouououch!" she shrieked when Cunt Lustly slapped her there. In the end her waist was hardly more than a red line from her ballooning chest to her flaring hips. Bounci watched her with wide empty eyes; her weak, red mouth hung half open. She just mumbled "Oh Gawd, Gawdddd..."

BounciBounce herself wore a small top of supple blue leather that hardly confined her huge real fakies. It left her chest and belly bare way down to her low riding micro skirt. Boots in the same color and material came up to her thighs. laced at the back and sporting two-inch platform soles that allowed her to trot on seven-inch heels.

"Now, wook in de miwwow, ya hawt-hawt bimboshwuts," Poontang said. "Teww me how'n ya wike it." When Trippili saw herself in the mirror, a big shining tear left her eye. It dangled from her fat new lashes before splashing on her displayed tits. She moaned softly. Then she whispered: "Oh Gawd, BounchiBounche... wewe we eva dish happy?"

***

Becker turned impatiently away from the monitor. He already wore his coat, a small suitcase dangled from his hand.

"Goddammit, Fink. Get this shit wrapped up. I want to leave." Fink smiled and shrugged.

"Whatever, Becker. Whatever."

What Is Mr. Fink Up To?

Fink stared out of the tinted window. He was pissed off gloriously, and the cause could be seen reflected in the dark glass before him.

"What the hell took you so long, Fink?" asked the darkhaired woman behind him in a frozen tone. "Were you trying to taunt us, little man?" Lilah Morgan smiled her humorless smile. "I bet you thought let them wait, the damn bitches, eh, Finky-boy? You must feel really mad at us, little Eve and me. Two damn arrogant women telling the king of bimbos what to do." She chuckled. It tingled like ice cubes in a bucket. The sound went straight to his churning stomach, but Fink said nothing, did nothing. He had no choice. These godawful lawyers would eat him alive when he displeased them even in the tiniest way. They didn't need him. They would just take his whole precious operation and do it all themselves.

With titanic powers he lifted the corners of his mouth. His eyes found the more distant reflection of the redhead with the angelic blue eyes, little evil Eve. His voice didn't waver when he said: "Please, Lilah, Eve, excuse me for being slow. Your briefing for the changes in the Chase woman were quite complicated. We had to be careful not to damage her." The woman grinned again, although her eyes did not. She raised a well-manicured hand and said:

"As if we care, Finky-boy. Now show me the merchandise." Fink turned and looked the women over.

"God," he thought. "They hardly need a reshape, just some descent tits and ass. How can two sexy women be so frigid and bitchy?" He shrugged his mental shoulders and smiled again.

"If you will follow me".

***

The room was small, and all done in pinks and white. At the center stood a large bed, strewn with fluffy pillows. The floor was covered in deep, white rugs. They'd give one the feeling of walking on clouds. There were no windows, indirect light spread a sweet soft glow. Sensuous music seemed to come from nowhere. Fink didn't enter the room. He stood before the huge window that was a vanity mirror on the other side.

"Watch," he said and pointed. Two sensational porn stars lay on the bed, locked in a very tight 69 position. They had to really reach with their mouths; their incredible tits, crushed into their respective bellies, kept them apart. Through a set of amplifiers waves of sighs and moans laced the sultry music and flooded the anteroom. Fink glanced at the woman beside him. She seemed to have lost her eternal ironic sneer, watching intensely how the upper girl let her tongue slide out of her lover's cunt. There seemed to come no end to the fat, pink eel she retracted. Then she speared it in again; the redhead beneath her arched her body at the assault, sending an orgiastic scream through the sound-system.

"The brunette slut on top used to be Cordelia Chase," said Fink. "She is renamed TrippiliKlit now for a reason and will be a sensational porn star for your front people. We had her tongue enhanced, as you see, not to speak of her tits and ass. We did her hair and lips of course. And her brain, as we always do. But she has a few extra's that will make her an absolute blockbuster for your movies." There was no response. Fink looked aside and what he saw sent a thrill to his belly. The damn Lilah ice queen had her eyes locked on the scene inside. Eve, the evil elf, didn't seem to be interested at all, but Lilah stared with steel-eyed intensity, as if she'd forgotten where she was. The microscopic kernel of an idea formed in Fink's brain. He cleared his throat, startling Lilah.

"As I said," he continued, with a smug smile on his face. "There has never been a porn star like her. Not only did we super sensitize her clit and strengthen her cunt muscles, we also planted a clit inside her throat (a throat, by the way that swallows a mule's cock without a problem). Of course, we also developed a clit inside her ass hole, a hole that milks any size cock with the strength of a gloved fist."

The girls in the room seemed to cum in a constant string of orgasms now. Each one was heralded by screams of lust and spasms all over their well-padded bodies. Lilah had by now come back to her frigid senses. She shrugged and turned her back to the window.

"Get them ready," she said. Fink grinned. He let down the blinds over the window and waved Lilah and Eve out.

"I hope you're at least satisfied with the result, if not with the deadline," Fink continued smugly. They took the elevator up to his office. "The redhead of course is her lover BounciBounce, for other obvious reasons, who used to be the once brilliant scientist Winnifred Burkle. By now, she's given up trying to outsmart a cauliflower. We lengthened her already spectacular legs, we pumped her tits into soccer ball size and trained her to be the world's number one bimbo pole dancer, exactly as you wanted her to be. And, ah yes, they'll be life-long lovers."

Fink chuckled. As always, he felt the surge of power that flushed him whenever a bright woman was thoroughly bimbofied. He ushered Lilah Morgan and her companion to his expensive leather club chairs. Then he asked what they'd like to drink. Eve refused to sit down. She walked away from him, not responding at all. Lilah didn't refuse the white wine Fink offered. Fink toasted with his glass of soda water.

"To a job done slowly, but well," he said and watched Lilah drink her wine. He smiled, then he said: "When did you plan to take the sluts with you? We are done with them." Lilah got out of the chair, climbing to the top of her impressive legs. Her mouth had set into its bitchy mode again, her eyes lightened up with their usual sub-zero brilliance.

"You think that I'm your courier, little man?" she sneered. Then she gave him a card and said: "Bring them there, do it quickly. And where the Summers girl is concerned, she will return here soon and bring her goddamn sister with her. Don't waste more of my time. " She turned on her Blahnik heels and left the office, her ass moving with a brisk, irritated rhythm. Eve followed her like the lithe, silent predator she was. Fink looked at the half empty drink. He grinned. Ah, well. Going over to the bar, he rinsed the glass. For the first time in days, he hummed a tuneless little song.