Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Pt. 09

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Nine.

A Very Disturbing Baby Sister.

Quite unaware of the upheaval in other parts of Sunnydale, Willow stooped over her laptop, staring at the screen without moving a finger. It only showed the logo of a kneeling woman over the word BimboTech. Her usually lively face seemed frozen inside its frame of copper colored hair. White teeth bit on her lower lip.

The screen pulsed. A greenish neon light licked at her skin. The kneeling figure reflected in her unmoving eyes. Whatever happened behind them could only be guessed, until little moans started to escape her mouth. A rash of goose bumps spread over her skin. Two insistent morsels of flesh pushed at the soft material of her blouse. Minutes passed without the young woman moving. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her brow and upper lip. Then her hand crept from the keyboard over the edge of the table. It fell into her lap.

"Willow?" The woman with the laptop didn't seem to hear; her hand didn't stop either. It slid to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up her naked thighs. "Willow? Hello?" The hand stopped. Ever so slowly the woman's face turned to the source of the voice. Her gray eyes were almost opaque, her mouth hung open. "Willow, are you all right?" The girl in the door opening came closer to peer into the woman's face. A cloud seemed to drift away, restoring some of the sparkle in the eyes.

"Oh, hi, hello Stacy," Willow said. Her voice was thick with disuse, she had to clear her throat twice. "Did you come for Dawn? I don't think she is in yet, honey." Stacy sighed. She had always deemed Willow eccentric, not at all a woman to feel at ease with. So, she was glad that she seemed to have returned to some degree of normalcy. Stacy loved normalcy.

"No," she said. "I came to see Buffy. Is she in? I have to tell her something important." Willow once more seemed to slip back into absence. Her lips formed words without sound. "Is she in?" Stacy asked again.

"Ah, eh... yes, of course. She is in the patio... I guess." Willow smiled vaguely. Then she turned her face back to the screen of her laptop. Stacey stood watching, but the red-haired woman seemed to have shut the world out again. She shrugged and turned to go look for Buffy. Willow's face reflected a pulsing green. A new little moan escaped her open mouth.

***

Dawn crunched the last sweet sticky granules of her lollipop between her strong white molars. Her breezy head still rang with the sounds and sighs of orgiastic bliss, the smell of sex lingering in her flaring nostrils. Every fiber of her body tingled with horniness; there always was the aching need to be with Daddy. When she reached what used to be her home, she knew it would not be long now. She would talk her sister into going with her to meet him. Thinking his name made her thighs shake without control.

Her stiletto heels rang on the stone floor. She almost yelled that she was home, when the words froze in her throat. In the eerie light of her laptop Willow sat masturbating. She ploughed her fingers through the exposed slit of her vagina. A sopping noise filled the room, accompanied by hoarse moans and high-pitched little squeals. Fascinated by the sight the silver-blond girl stood watching. She sighed and took in every move, every sound. It all went straight to her pussy and drenched her flimsy thong. Oh my God, did it make her horny.

"Willow..., " she whispered, coming closer. "Oh, Willow, how shexy you look... mmmmmm." She grabbed the absorbed woman's face and closed her gross lips over the weak, open mouth, dashing a hard tongue into it. Behind her back Stacy passed the door opening. She stiffened when she saw the two kissing and making out. Her eyes widened, her mouth became a big O. Then she shrieked and ran.

***

Buffy heard the shriek and came running. What she found stopped her short.

"Willow, what the hell is going on!!?" Her best friend was naked from the waist down. She had her shirt hiked up and her breasts out of her bra. When she got no response from Willow, she looked at Dawn. "What the hell is going on with you?! And her!!!" Dawn giggled insanely.

"You'll find out shoon."

Buffy's yelling stirred Willow. She returned to some form of reality, some form of... being there? She had to tell Buffy. She had to, but what?

"Buff-buffy. I totally found something out." Her voice was weak.

"What?" Willow grabbed her laptop and held it up in front of Buffy.

"I learned... like... learned a lot. BT stands for BimboTech. They say a woman's place is on her knees, and they're so totally right." Buffy had already gone slack-jawed staring at the screen.

"Yay!" Dawn jumped up and down clapping. She wasn't going to have to drag an unwilling Buffy down to BimboTech. She was going to bring a future bimbo there, eager to be transformed.

***

"... So totally right," Buffy sighed. She stared at the pulsing image of the BimboTech logo. The subliminals were working quickly on the slayer's pretty eyes. What Buffy saw in the pink pulsating light was freedom, a freedom of being the slayer. A freedom to let go and revel in her most wicked sexual fantasies. A smile spread over Buffy's face. She began to see nothing wrong with the way Dawn looked or had been behaving. "... On her knees."

Dawn simply looked on with the largest smile her doctored lips could muster. Very soon she would be back with Daddy. He would have two new bimbosluts to do with as he pleased. It made her so happy that Buffy was accepting the subliminals.

"Hey, everyone!" Xander called. He walked into the house with Anya. They both carried two loaded grocery bags. "Hello? Anyone home?" Buffy's empty eyes blinked a few times. Then she realized what she was doing. It took some mental strength, but she managed to tear her eyes away from the siren song of the website. Willow, on the other hand, could not even hope to rip her eyes away. She had been going to the website whenever she'd been alone, ever since she had found it that fateful night. Her mind was now open to everything BimboTech had to offer.

"We're-we're in here," Buffy called out. Dawn's joyful face fell from ecstasy to worry. Buffy gave her a stern look. "We're going to have a talk, girl. Now, just please try to act normal."

When Xander came into the room, Dawn shifted into full-out flirt mode. She ran her tongue over her glossy pink lips and gave him a 'come fuck me' look. Dawn always had a crush on Xander, all inhibitions now seemed to have gone. Moreover, if she could fuck him or Willow, it might get Buffy to bring her back to BimboTech. Then she would be with Daddy forever!

"Whoa, Willow! Buffy, what's going on here?" Xander asked in his usual loud voice. He saw Willow staring blankly at her computer screen, her hand slipping into her panties in front of everyone! Dawn giggled and jumped up onto the counter. She slowly crossed her legs, calmly flashing her lack of panties, and her recently shaved pussy.

"You stupid little slut!" Anya yelled, charging Dawn. Buffy moved quickly to stop Anya from tearing her sister apart.

"Anya, what are you doing?" Buffy said, as she struggled to keep her away from Dawn. "This is Dawn, remember? Dawn, my sister?" Xander simply looked on speechless. Anya went over and pulled at his arms.

"Xander!" Anya urged. "If you want sex, you know I offer lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex. In fact, let's get out of here right now and go to your place and have hot sex!" Buffy was stunned by the neurotic behavior of the girl. Xander just grinned sheepishly.

"Sex? Ah, sure. Let's get going. Sorry, Buff, I'll give you a call later." Buffy rolled her eyes in frustration. Had the world gone insane? Was there anyone to help her? Angel? Willow? Her eyes fell on the witch; she seemed totally absorbed by the screen of her laptop. Xander and Anya left. Dawn giggled; it was a mocking sort of laugh. Buffy looked between Dawn and Willow, not knowing which to handle first.

"Outside now," Buffy said to Dawn. She decided that Willow wasn't causing any harm to anyone yet, and Dawn was her sister, her responsibility. Grabbing Dawn's hand, she guided her out to the backyard.

"What has happened to you, Dawn?" Buffy asked. "What happened to you in L. A.? This isn't like you at all! Tell me what went on in your school." Dawn just stared, smiling. "Talk to me!"

"Buffy, thish ish me now, and there'sh nothing you can do," Dawn smiled. She fluffed her curly hair.

"But what about school?" Buffy asked, tears in her eyes. "The things I've heard from Stacy? Even the stuff about Janice?"

"They're all true," Dawn yawned. She was getting bored with this conversation, "It'sh a lot better than shchool ushed to be. Janiche is a hot shlut, her mom ish taking her to..."

"Taking her where?" Buffy said, catching Dawn's seeming mistake. "Is it the place that did this to you?"

"Maybe," Dawn giggled. Obviously, Buffy didn't remember the website.

"You know where it is, don't you?" Buffy probed even further.

"Maybe," Dawn teased again. "Janiche and her mom were going there thish afternoon. Maybe we could go to their houshe tomorrow and ashk 'em." This was a breakthrough for Buffy. Maybe there was a bit of the old Dawn still in there somewhere. Mrs. Penshaw was a responsible mother. She would put a stop to Janice's new slutty ways if anyone could. She would take Dawn over there tomorrow.

"We'll go tomorrow. In the meantime, you can't leave the house, no matter what," Buffy said. Then she turned to check on Willow.

"Whatever you shay, shish," Dawn called out. She snaked her hand down her pants, knowing Buffy wouldn't see with her back turned. She giggled happily, knowing that soon she would be back at BimboTech, her fat lips once again wrapped around Daddy's glorious dick.

Buffy came back into the kitchen. What she saw surprised her. Tara, Willow's girlfriend, must have come back while Buffy and Dawn were talking. She was sitting beside Willow. Her eyes too were fixated on the website in front of her. In a dreamy voice, Tara said, "... on her knees!"

***

That night Willow invited Tara over to look at the BimboTech website with her. They placed the laptop on Willow's bed and knelt on the floor to look at it.

"A woman's place is on her knees," they giggled. This time the site actually allowed them beyond the logo. They found a page where they could do a physical description of themselves. But when Willow entered the results, she got a bimbofied picture of a black girl. She tried again and saw a gorgeous, huge titted Asian girl. She typed in Tara's features. But all she got was a tall blonde Valkyrie.

"I get it," Willow said at last. "How we'll look afterwards won't be up to us." Two hours into the viewing, Tara wished they'd been smart enough to let a man into their relationship. He would have kept Willow in line and Tara from getting uppity. A half hour later she knew the real reason she wanted a man was because she was a horny cock slut. Willow pulled out two of her favorite dildos. They both started to lick them and slide their mouth down on them. What they truly did was giving blowjobs. In their minds they were worshipping a real cock.

Around one in the morning they briefly fucked themselves, but they missed having their mouths filled. Tara's dildo went to Willow and vice-versa. Then the two brought a pair of cucumbers into play.

***

"Hey, Dawnie. You look really slutty today."

"Thanks Tara."

"Willow and I were wondering, Dawn. Uhm... could you tell us what it's like to be a real BimboTech girl? There's some funny shape pancakes in it for you."

"I'm alwaysh, like, totally ready to talk about how great BimboTech ish," Dawn lisped with a laugh. "But I'll take the pancakesh too." Moments later Dawn was enjoying her cock-and-balls shaped pancakes. Willow and Tara were making more, using a healthy amount of magic in the process.

"Morning, Buffy."

"Buffy, can I borrow your razor?" Tara asked, flipping another lewd pancake. "I need to shave my cunt." The word surprised Buffy, it didn't seem at all like Tara., but she was an adult and could be as vulgar as she liked. Buffy didn't care, except where Dawn was concerned. She might be nineteen, but she knew Dawn shouldn't be behaving this way.

"Yeah sure," she said. "Don't nick yourself with it." Then she turned to her sister. "Let's go, Dawn. We've got to go meet Janice and her mom. I have to find out about this place so I can deal with them."

"I found their website, Buffy. You could e-mail a complaint," Willow offered.

Visiting a Highly Conservative Mother.

Walking with Dawn to the Penshaws was a mixed blessing. Her platinum halo seemed to attract male attention like flowers do bees. Or manure does flies, Buffy thought. She smiled wryly. Dawn's low riding miniskirt and prancing heels did nothing to make the male excitement flag. Her heavily lashed eyes missed nothing. There were whistles and catcalls, they only seemed to inspire the girl to strut with an even more exaggerated sway. Whenever Buffy looked away, Dawn pouted her fat pink lips in mock kisses and flashed her bottom. She made her skirt rise on imagined breezes. She loved being a slut. Whenever she felt her stiletto heels hit the concrete, she dreamt of the huge and incredible balloons that soon would swing and bounce on her chest. Oh, please, Daddy, come and get me. Come and get your pretty li'l Dawn-slut and make her beautiful. She so much needs to be yours. A shudder of delight ran down her spine, making her moan.

Buffy became increasingly irritated by her sister's behavior. What the hell had they done to her? And who? What had happened on that damn fieldtrip? It must have been that trip, as her friend Janice acted the same, and the turmoil at college must have had the same cause. This teacher Stacy had talked about, hadn't he been with them to this silly named scientific center?

They reached the Penshaw house. Buffy felt relieved as they would leave the street and enter a saner world, the world of a sound-minded, serious mother who would have good advice and straighten these girls out.

Buffy only knew Alicia Penshaw from Dawn's stories and one or two parent meetings at school. She remembered a very conservatively clad woman of strict values and high morale. She certainly didn't know the woman she met as soon as the door opened. She seemed to fill the entrance with flesh; huge balloons of HH proportions rode high on her chest. They were hardly concealed by a shocking pink lycra top, its color almost making the enamel on Buffy's teeth crack. The woman also wore a tower of silver-blond hair, crowning the sluttiest face Buffy ever saw. Arching eyebrows had been painted over sky-blue eye shadow and the bushiest lashes ever. They encased wide, totally vacant blue eyes. Her nose was tiny and upturned. Her lips were at least twice as fat and shining as Dawn's.

The bare belly that lay in the shadows of her mighty tits plunged down to the waist of an almost non-existent pink mini skirt; it might just as well have been a wide belt. At the center of her belly shone a huge fake diamond, attached to a silver piercing through her navel. Her hips flared out from the tight waist, accommodating the fleshiest of ass cheeks that crowned two never ending, all bare legs. Her calves tapered down to pink platform sandals of lacquered leather, and the highest heels.

Buffy stood speechless, but her sister squealed with delight, throwing herself in the arms of the white-blonde bimbo. They hugged and giggled and soon were kissing deeply. When they separated, Dawn was out of breath.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "Mrsh. Penshaw! How, like, totally great you look. Oh God, how I envy yououou!"

Buffy stuttered.

"M-mrs. Penshaw? Don't be silly, Dawn. This bimbo is Mrs. Penshaw?" The big blond slut now twirled a strand of her spectacular hairdo with her long-nailed finger. She grinned widely.

"Oh shua, Buffy. Ish me, wike, Wizzi, ya know?" She grabbed her oversized melons and pushed them together with a giggle. "Shee?" she beamed. "Oooooh, how I wuv ma noo boobiesh!" She shook them and squeezed her thighs together as if on the brink of peeing. "But ya mush' see Wowwi!" she cried. "Come in an' wook for Wowwi. She, wike, sho totawy haawtttt! Me sho totawy pwoud of 'er!" The bimbo turned and walked inside on her towering sandals. Her immense ass shook, the cheeks peeped out below the flaring little skirt. Dawn followed eagerly, but Buffy groaned and stood as if glued to the floor.

"My God, what is happening? Is everybody going crazy?" she muttered. Then she followed the two giggling women into the house.

***

Buffy looked out of the window. Behind her the woman she once knew as Mrs. Penshaw, staunch pillar of the Sunnydale status quo, lay on her knees. She was eating out a red haired, huge titted bimbo she once called her daughter. By now that sweet daughter was LolliNips, mostly called Wowwiiiii! The two never seemed to talk normally anymore. The slurping sound was getting on her nerves, as were the incessant moans and squeals. Buffy's brain tried to make sense out of the senseless, she looked for order in the silly, surreal chaos. Why the transformations? Why the gross loss of intellect and decorum? The crazy sex drive? Lolli had told her between a lot of "ohmygawds" and "totawwy kewls" that they'd been back to this BimboTech place. There they had all been "shoooo totawwy, wike, shweeeeet" to them and had done "stuff" to give them these awesome hawtttt bods and supa happy minds. She also had pouted and pitied them for their "totawy duww bodiesh and bowing outfitsh". Then she had pinched her mother's swollen nipples and sent her tongue down the woman's throat.

Buffy noted how Dawn clung to every word the redhead uttered. She sighed and whimpered, fixing her smoldering eyes on the two bimbos. All the time she murmured inaudible sentences. Buffy turned briskly around, grabbing her sister's hand.

"Enough!" she cried and dragged Dawn to the door. "Let's get Willow and Tara and see what the hell is going on in L. A. and this godawful BimboTech idiocy!" The two fucking bimbos didn't bother to say goodbye, they had no notion of anything but the glorious heat of their new bodies. Dawn made little waves to the two as she grinned.

"Coming, shweet Dad-dy," she whispered to herself. "Your darling Dawn ish coming, and she, like, bringsh you the prizhe." She made a little jump. Then she hastened to follow the feared vampire slayer, who was also her sweet older sister.

***

Walking her slut sister back was an even bigger chore for Buffy. The girl seemed elated; she once even flashed her titties to a police officer.

"Goddammit, Dawn!" Buffy yelled. "Stop this, you slut! You'll get us all in trouble." Dawn shrugged, then giggled. She tossed her ridiculous cloud of platinum hair and winked to a pair of construction workers. After passing the building site she shook her tushy.

At the house everything seemed quiet, until they opened the door. A high-pitched squeal echoed through the hall. When they got into the living room, Buffy gasped at what she saw; Dawn, on the other hand, shrieked with delight. Stretched on the low table was the stark-naked body of Willow, her eyes closed, her mouth wide open. She arched impossibly high, only her head and curling toes touched the table. She groaned and gasped, panting in utter ecstasy. Kneeling before her was a naked Tara. Her head bobbed up and down between the stretched woman's thighs. She sucked and licked the spread pussy with a fierce eagerness. The girl muttered little words and sentences of encouragement.

"Yes... oh yes, sweet Willow," she gasped between sucks and licks. "Mmmmm, sweet darling, cum for Tara... now cum, precious... cum all over my face." Willow seemed to arch even more; then she yelled and collapsed in a shuddering heap of convulsions, moaning "Yah... yaaaah, ooooh, yaaaaah."

Buffy stood speechless. She just stared at the fucking girls. Her breath came in fast and shallow gushes. Her feet almost touched the open laptop on the floor, but she didn't see it. A slow, purple pulsing spread from the screen. It spilled over her feet and lower legs. Dawn had quite a different reaction. Crying with glee she first ran to the couple on the table. Then she stopped, noting the laptop. She smiled and picked it up from the floor.

"Look, Buffy," she said in her sweetest and most innocent voice. "Watch what'sh on Willowsh laptop." She held it up, so the light would shine into Buffy's eyes. But the slayer was completely taken in by the busy girls; she was not aware of what Dawn offered her. Only when the screen was almost in her face did she focus her eyes. The pulse at once grabbed Buffy's attention, she felt her eyes locking. Behind the living light was a message. It didn't really show, but it was there. The pulsing matched her racing heartbeat. From her mouth dripped little moans.

Then Xander burst into the room. He unknowingly broke the spell for a second time with his blustering ways. The suddenness of his intervention shook Dawn, and she dropped the computer. It smashed on the stone floor with a sick and definitive sound. The light went out. Buffy stood frozen, her eyes blinked. Then she returned to consciousness. Xander by now saw the naked girls on the table and he whistled.

"Good Lord, Willow... Tara," he exclaimed. Then he chuckled. "I'd say a bed would be more comfortable. What did you think, girls? Must have needed it badly!" Willow and Tara seemed to wake up from the spell that held them. They muttered and blushed. Then they collected their scattered pieces of clothing and fled upstairs. Dawn giggled; Buffy groaned.

"What the fuck is going on, Xander? Dawn turned all slutty. Her friend Janice transformed herself into the cheapest whore I ever saw, together with her mother. And now Willow and Tara, here, are fucking like rabbits in my living room!" She sank into a large chair. Xander picked up the laptop, shaking it.

"This one's dead," he said. Then Anya came in.

"What's going on?" she asked. Dawn grinned and said:

"Willow and Tara were having fun. They were lovely."

"Go upstairs, Dawn!" Buffy said with a cold, even voice. The little slut sashayed up the stairs, showing what her short skirt had to offer. When she had gone, Buffy said:

"Xander, Anya, something is all wrong. Dawn is turning into a slut. So are Willow and Tara. Dawn got it after visiting this silly BimboTech building in L. A. Willow got it from their website. Someone is after us, Xander. We must find out who and what. And why. Soon!" Xander laid the broken computer aside.

"What's your plan, Buffy?"

Back to Where It All Began.

The bus was almost full. Chuck Taylor looked back from his seat next to the driver and grinned. He loved to see the flushed faces. They were so eager and sweet, like children going to see Santa Claus, all edgy and excited. His little scheme had worked just great. Every pink dose he had spread around had left the tiniest of residue in the girls' heads. Every one of their countless orgasms had grafted the outline of an idea on their brains. It was the idea that this bliss could last forever, that they might always feel this happy if they only would follow up on their urge.

Taylor had asked sweet Ms. Markovic if she wouldn't love to have the body to go with her slutty dreams. "Uh?" she'd said around his rock-hard cock. Her blue eyes had opened wide.

"Wouldn't you love to have even bigger tits, honey? Tits to fuck cocks with? And a great ass to get fucked in, so, all the world would want to fuck you silly? Fuck, fuck, fuck?" "Uh, uhh!!" she'd gurgled, and another Reload-enhanced blast of cum had hit her throat, the dedicated slut swallowing it all. Then she'd cleaned his drooping cock. Taylor had slapped her tight gym-teacher's bottom and sent her on her errand.

Ms. Markovic had done well. When Taylor showed up with the bus, an hour later, the curb at State College had been full of girls and women. Of course, there were the initial fieldtrip girls and their mothers, friends and siblings. But there also were most of the cheerleaders. To his surprise, he saw the chancellor and her sidekick. They stood wrapped around each other and poking tongues down their throats.

Now the bus was on its way and Taylor counted thirty-two soon to be bimbo's. Real soon, he grinned. Of course, some of the mothers were restless. They'd only agreed to come, because they didn't want their daughters to go to L. A. on their own. Some of the friends and sisters were very excited, but they were also rather scared by the obvious lewdness surrounding them. Ah, well, Taylor thought, haven't I just the right remedy for their anxieties. He leaned forward and hissed the last of his pink cans into the inlet of the bus's air conditioning. A sweet, sweet scent started to spread. And, oh yes, didn't it relax those worried faces just lovely? Before they hit the outskirts of Los Angeles, blouses had been shed, skirts been raised and all through the bus sighs and moans could be heard.

Taylor once more grinned. He winked to lovely Ms. Markovic and begged her closer with a crooked finger. Soon her blond head was buried once again in his crotch. Her generous mouth spread heat in the most delicious way. In the distance BimboTech Inc. appeared. Chuck Taylor recalled the neon sign of a woman on her knees. And the catchy line: A woman's place is on her knees. How appropriate, he thought as he looked down on the busy blond teacher.

***

The big SUV hummed contentedly as it drove to Los Angeles. Xander was at the wheel, Buffy next to him. Dawn sat right behind Buffy, her wrists cuffed and tied to the chair in front of her. She had protested when they did that and had pouted her fat new lips, but not too much. Hey, they were on their way to Daddy. Who cares?

Anya sat next to her, mostly keeping her eyes on Willow and Tara in the backseat. The girls couldn't keep their hands off each other, French kissing and caressing each other, moaning tiny moans all the time. Buffy sighed after another glance backwards. Something was so totally wrong. Who could be behind all this, she wondered. And why? Somehow it didn't feel like demons' work. Not even magic seemed involved. It felt... different. Would she be able to stop it? The lack of magic made her feel very insecure. She was a slayer; the magical realm was her playground; she would know instinctively what to do. But this? By then it got to her for the first time what Dawn had been mumbling for minutes.

"Did you say Daddy, Dawn?" Dawn only sighed.

"Who is Daddy, Dawn?" Buffy turned towards the silly blond tart that used to be her little sister. "Tell me who Daddy is." Dawn grinned. Her stuffed lips crawled like a fat shining pink worm.

"Not allowed. Dawn not allowed to shay." And she giggled. A blind cloud of rage darkened Buffy's eyes. She grabbed the girl's shoulders, making the platinum curls fly.

"You tell me!!" she screamed. "I'm your sister. Who is this damn Daddy, why do you call him like that and what is he doing to you??!" Dawn started humming. She batted her fake-lashed eyelids. Buffy considered slapping the smirk off the painted face. Then she let go of the girl and slumped into her seat.

"Is that the place, over there?" Xander asked, pointing to the sign with the BimboTech logo, a voluptuous woman kneeling.

"Daddy..." Dawn whispered. "Your shweet li'l shlut is coming, Dad-dy." And she did.