; ; At least for a moment. Something was wrong. It sounded like Marissa ; was groaning. Was she sick?
; ; "Marissa?" she called out as she struggled frantically with to unlock ; the door. "Marissa, what's wrong?"
; ; Marissa made an even louder groan but it sounded muffled ; somehow. Catherine didn't know what to think. She just knew she had to ; get the door open.
; ; And then the door was open and Catherine wished it wasn't. She was too ; shocked to close it, though. There was her best friend wearing nothing ; but a pair of pink socks. She was bent at the waist between two guys, ; her long blonde hair dangling free. The guys, whom Catherine had seen ; around campus but didn't know, had their pants around their ankles and ; their dicks in Marissa. Marissa was sucking one guy's prick while the ; other was vigorously humping her from behind.
; ; When Marissa saw her dumbstruck roommate out of the corner of her eye, ; she pulled the hard cock out of her mouth to smile stupidly at her and ; squeal.
; ; "Catherine! Like, oh my god! Come and play! It's so fun!"
; ; Hearing her name brought Catherine out of her shocked stupor and hot ; blood rushed to her pale face.
; ; "Marissa!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing!"
; ; "It's a game called 'hide the sausage'!" Marissa exclaimed. "Derek and ; Chet are teaching me how to play! You just gotta try it--it's the ; funnest!"
; ; The two guys were looking her up and down, eying her ; hopefully. Suddenly, Catherine was angry. Very, very angry. Something ; was wrong with her best friend. She was acting like she was on drugs ; or something and here were these two creepy guys taking advantage of ; her. For all Catherine knew they had drugged her. It seemed the only ; rational explanation.
; ; "Get out!" she demanded, reaching into her bag and pulling out her ; mace.
; ; "Hey!" said the one getting head. "Calm down! The slut is totally into ; it. If you don't want none, that's your business. You can just watch ; if that's your thing, but she invited us here for a three way and OH ; FUCKIN' SHIT! OH GOD! OH GOD! YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!"
; ; "Holy shit, Chet! She fuckin' maced you!" exclaimed the guy with his ; cock in Marissa's cooze who by elimination must have been Derek.
; ; Chet came at her, swatting blindly with his pants around his ; ankles. For all his trouble, he got a patent leather pump squarely ; between his naked thighs. He immediately crumpled.
; ; "Holy Shit!" exclaimed Derek, struggling to pull out of Marissa's ; tight twat. The task was made difficult by the sex-crazed girl ; thrusting back towards him every time he started to pull out.
; ; "Weeeee!" she exclaimed, wiggling her ass.
; ; "Stop it, you crazy slut!" he exclaimed. "Can't you see your roommate ; is nuts?"
; ; "But I wanna play hide the sausage! <giggle!>" exclaimed the impaled ; coed. "Fucky-fucky-fuck!"
; ; "Get out!" screamed Catherine, brandishing her mace and advancing on ; Derek.
; ; He backed away, Marissa's anxious ass doggedly following his ; retreating cock. Eventually he backed into the wall of the small ; room. Taking advantage of the leverage, he placed both hands on ; Marissa's firm ass and pushed her off his cock and into her furious ; roommate. The two girls tumbled to the ground in a jumble of arms and ; legs. Grabbing his pants, he made for the door, where Chet had crawled ; into the hallway.
; ; "You better run!" shouted Catherine from beneath a naked, giggling ; Marissa.
; ; "You're crazy, bitch! You're both nuts!" Derek exclaimed from the ; doorway.
; ; Catherine extricated herself from her whacked-out friend and the guys ; fled in terror. She was tempted to pursue, but Marissa needed her. She ; slammed the door and locked it.
; ; "Here, Marissa," said Catherine, grabbing up a fuzzy pink bath robe ; and squatting beside her naked roommate. The anger cooled as she ; focused on her abused friend. She gently helped her sit up and tried ; to placed the robe around her shoulders.
; ; "But I'm pretty naked!" objected Marissa. "The boys said so!"
; ; "Marissa, sweetie, those boys did something to you," Catherine tried ; to explain.
; ; "I know!" said Marissa, brightening. "It was so fun! Why'd you chase ; 'em away? I was winning the game!"
; ; The naked girl pouted a bit, but then broke out again in ; giggles. Catherine sighed. What on earth could she be on? Catherine ; had to find out. She would take Marissa to the emergency room but she ; first needed to know what the guys had given her. The doctor's ; wouldn't be able to help her if they didn't know what was in ; her. Blood tests could take forever.
; ; "Marissa," she said, again pressing the robe on her, this time with ; more success. "I think those guys must have drugged you. I need you to ; think. Did they give you something to drink or eat?"
; ; Marissa giggled.
; ; "They gave me sausages! But they aren't really sausages," she shook ; her head. "They're really their thingies! <giggle>"
; ; Catherine shuttered.
; ; "No, Marissa, before that. Where did you meet them anyway?"
; ; "Outside the one place with all the books," Marissa said.
; ; "The library?" Catherine asked.
; ; "Oh yeah! That's what that thingy is called! <giggle> You're so smart ; Catherine!"
; ; So where you this morning, thought Catherine, but she pushed forward.
; ; "And what were they doing outside the library?"
; ; "They were just talkin' and stuff, so I asked them if they wanted to ; see my boobies and they said they did, so I showed them my boobies and ; they liked them a lot!"
; ; Catherine had never seen Marissa so proud about anything.
; ; "Wait, you just went up to them and showed them your breasts? And that ; was the first time you saw them today?"
; ; "Uh-huh," Marissa confirmed, then giggled.
; ; "And what were you doing before then?"
; ; "I was showin' my boobies to some other guys. I showed 'em to like a ; hundred different guys today!" she bragged.
; ; "Oh my god!" exclaimed Catherine.
; ; "That's what they said too!" Marissa exclaimed.
; ; "Marissa, why on earth were you showing guys your boobs?"
; ; "Cuz they like it, silly!" she explained. "The teacher guy even said ; so!"
; ; "Wait, what teacher guy?" Catherine asked.
; ; "The one with the really big cock!" Marissa clarified.
; ; Could a professor have done this to her? It was to horrible to ; imagine. Plumbing Marissa for information in this state was near ; impossible though. Maybe if Catherine could find her planner she could ; retrace Marissa's steps and figure out who had done this to her.
; ; She rummaged about Marissa's desk. This would normally bug the hell ; out of her roommate but in her current condition she was just singing ; softly to her self, punctuating it occasionally with ; giggles. Marissa's desk was in horrid disarray, but that wasn't due to ; her disheveled mind; it was always like that. Her planner was nowhere ; to be seen. Catherine realized with despair that Marissa had probably ; taken it with her when she left that morning and certainly wasn't ; likely to remember to take it back with her when she was busy showing ; her boobs to every guy on campus.
; ; But she was in luck. There under a copy of Cosmo was a flyer--it was ; calling for volunteers for a psychology experiment. Written on it in ; Marissa's loopy scrawl was 'Thursday--11:00'. This was Thursday. The ; experiment was being run by Dr. ___ Jones. It was worth a shot.
; ; "Marissa, was it Dr. Jones that told you to show your boobs to guys?" ; she asked, turning back to her friend.
; ; Marissa had the robe spread wide open, along with her thighs, and the ; handle of Catherine's favorite hair brush was deep inside her ; pussy. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and her eyes were wide, ; frantic, delirious.
; ; "God, Marissa, what are you doing?" Catherine exclaimed, as if it ; wasn't obvious.
; ; She went to her friend and tried to both close the bathrobe and ; retrieve her hairbrush. Marissa misinterpreted what she was trying to ; do.
; ; "Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Help 'rissa fuck! So horny! So horny!"
; ; "No, Marissa, no!" Catherine cried, fighting her for the hair brush ; but only succeeding in pumping it in an out of her.
; ; "Yes, Cat, Yes!" she cried "'Rissa like! Rissa like!"
; ; Marissa let one hand off the brush and grabbed hold of Catherine's ; right boob, staining her blouse with the fluid that was welling up out ; of her cunt. Catherine was so shocked that she didn't take advantage ; and pull out the brush. She just stared at her friends hand groping ; her, shocked at how hard her nipples had gotten.
; ; "<giggle> Cat has nice boobies too!" her maddened friend observed. ; "If ; Cat will like 'Rissa's pussy, 'Rissa will lick Cat's pussy!"
; ; Catherine blushed furiously.
; ; "Oh my god," was all she could say.
; ; Then she remembered her anger at whoever had done this to her ; friend. Her anger was her salvation. She could do anything if she was ; pissed enough. She pulled the hairbrush out of Marissa's hand and hole ; and threw it across the room. She then slapped Marissa's kneading hand ; from her chest.
; ; "Now look, Marissa, you've got to pull yourself together! Someone has ; done something horrid to you and we've got to find out who it was. I ; can't take you to the hospital or the police like this and I can't ; leave you alone, so you've got to get dressed and you've got to come ; with me, understand?"
; ; "But Ca-at, I'm hor-neeeeeey!" she whined.
; ; "I don't care!" Catherine declared. "Put your clothes on!"
; ; She pointed to the pile on the floor. Cowed, she pouted but started ; dressing, lower lip quivering. Catherine sighed and looked at her ; stained blouse. She couldn't go out like this but after what just ; happened, she didn't feel comfortable taking off her blouse in front ; of Marissa. Well, maybe if she changed fast, Marissa wouldn't ; look. She seemed very engrossed in figuring out how her clothing ; worked. Catherine found a clean shirt that matched her pants and, as ; Marissa struggled with buttons, she shucked off the dirty one and ; pulled on the clean one. When her head popped through the collar, ; Marissa was grinning and staring in the direction of her ; boobs. Catherine shuddered.
; ; They came to the Psychology and Sociology building. It was an eventful ; journey. Catherine had to constantly guard against Marissa flashing ; people. Eventually, she insisted on holding her hand, which made ; Catherine extremely self conscious as to what people might be thinking ; about the two of them. Marissa had no such qualms. She continued to ; try and flash people one handed.
; ; As they got closer to the Soc. and Psych building, however, people ; were less inclined to look at them, even when Marissa was able to lift ; her shirt. No less than five other girls were displaying their own ; hooters with both hands free. Occasional glimpses of Marissa's rack, ; quickly censored by Catherine, weren't nearly as much of a draw.
; ; What on earth was going on? It had to be the experiment Marissa had ; participated in that morning. Catherine had tried to plumb her addled ; brain for information about how they might have given her the drugs, ; but although she did admit she had gone to the building that morning, ; all she could remember about what went on their was 'pretty colors' ; and a really big dick. Catherine assumed that had all been after the ; drugs.
; ; The flyer directed them to one of the outbuildings behind the main ; brick building, trailers brought in last decade when enrollment was up ; and class room space was in short supply. Most of them were empty now ; and they were often rented out to recruiters around graduation time or ; any one else that the university could make a buck off of. The ; experiment Marissa participated in was co-sponsored by BTI--some ; company Catherine assumed. She would have to find out where the ; company was based. When Marissa finally sobered up, she was going to ; want to sue.
; ; Assuming they hadn't permanently damaged her. That was to horrid to ; think about. Catherine's anger drove her onward.
; ; They found the right outbuilding and Catherine barged in without ; knocking, towing Marissa their behind her.
; ; There behind a desk was a black woman with voluminous hair and ; ridiculously large breasts wearing a hot pink lycra minidress with ; matching hoop earrings, fake fingernails, and high-heeled boots, which ; were up on top of the desk while their owner filed her nails and ; flashed her pantiless cooze.
; ; "Hi! Do you have an appointment?" the woman asked in a high, singing ; voice.
; ; Catherine was taken aback for a moment.
; ; "I dunno," admitted Marissa.
; ; Catherine's anger rallied.
; ; "She already had an appointment! I demand to know what was done to her ; and what sort of sick 'experiment' you're running here. Where is this ; Dr. Jones?" she demanded.
; ; "Dr. Jones is with another volunteer right now, but if you'll have a ; seat he'll be right with you," the receptionist told her, the ; embodiment of professional behavior despite appearing every inch the ; whore.
; ; "Oh no, I'm not waiting. I want to see exactly what he's doing with ; this 'volunteer'. He's back there, isn't he?"
; ; "Well, yes, but..."
; ; The woman seemed to be looking for something on the desk.
; ; "Where's the button?" she asked, directing the question to no one in ; particular.
; ; Catherine charged ahead, Marissa in tow. She threw the door ; open. Their was a man in his mid forties standing with his legs spread ; and his pants around his ankles, an Asian woman kneeling naked before ; him, her head bobbing away on his cock. Catherine recognized her from ; her Women's Studies class last semester. She was one of the smartest ; women in the class. She was giggling as she fellated the man that ; Catherine could only assume was Dr. Jones.
; ; "What the hell is going on her!" Catherine demanded.
; ; The man started and stared at her in horror. The student looked at her ; from the corner of her eye and waved cheerfully but continued sucking ; dick.
; ; "Tittiefuck!" shouted Dr. Jones. "You were supposed to zap anyone that ; tried to come back here."
; ; "I'm sorry Dr. Jones," exclaimed the receptionist, who now stood ; behind Catherine and Marissa. "I forgot about the gun thingy. Like, in ; the office, I have like this button on my desk and, like, that's the ; button I push. Plus, like, at the office all the doors are locked."
; ; "Well here, we have the zapper, remember? The zap-per"
; ; "Yeah, I remember now," said the receptionist. "See, here it is!"
; ; Catherine turned to see the receptionist was holding what looked like ; a cross between a TV remote and a vibrator.
; ; "So zap her, you stupid bimbo!" demanded Dr. Jones.
; ; "Oh yeah, right!" she exclaimed.
; ; "What the?" exclaimed Catherine.
; ; The woman was pointing the thing at her, pushing one of the ; buttons. The right side of Catherine's face started to twitch. Other ; than that, nothing happened.
; ; "Get them out of her. I'm almost done with this one." said Dr. Jones.
; ; "You're done with her now, you evil bastard!" Catherine demanded, ; turning back to the man with his pants around his ankles. "You're ; going to tell me right now what you did to my friend and to that girl ; and anybody else. And you stop that, you bimbo! It's giving me a ; headache!"
; ; "What the fuck?" demanded Dr. Jones, his face falling. "Tittiefuck, ; are you sure your using that thing the right way?"
; ; "I'm pushing the red button, Dr. Jones!" the woman, Tittiefuck?, told ; him. "I don't know why she isn't happy. Maybe the batteries are dead."
; ; The black woman turned the thing at her own face. She got a huge smile ; on her face and giggled.
; ; "Isssworkinallrighty... Heep! HeeeglHeeegl... glglglglgll"
; ; The receptionist's tongue lolled out of her mouth and she started to ; drool and gibber.
; ; "Oh shit!" exclaimed Dr. Jones, a look of panic crossing his face as ; he pushed the girl on her knees away from his genitals. "Wait, um, I ; can explain. If you'll just watch this movie..."
; ; He hit a button and a swirl of vibrant colors appeared on the screen ; at the far end of the room.
; ; "Oooo!" The pretty colors exclaimed Marissa, pushing her way into the ; room to stare at the screen. The Asian girl crawled towards the ; screen, the same vacant smile that Marissa had on her face.
; ; "Horny... so horny..." the two girls said in unison.
; ; Catherine watched the screen as well. Her face twitched. Her head ; hurt. She got angrier.
; ; "Is this how you do this to them?" she demanded. "How dare you! You ; are so going to jail!"
; ; "Don't you, um, feel, um... shit..." exclaimed the professor, then ; yanked up his pants and rushed her.
; ; Catherine grabbed for her mace, but to late. The charging man bowled ; her over.
; ; "You'll never get away with this!" Catherine yelled. "The cops will ; find you! I'll testify. You'll go to jail forever!"
; ; "Like hell, bitch," he yelled, grabbing the remote-thingy from the ; drooling receptionist who had sunk down to the floor.
; ; He aimed the thing at Catherine and started pushing buttons. Various ; parts of Catherine twitched, but she got up and now she had her mace ; ready. She aimed it at the pervert and was about to let him have it ; when suddenly she felt bad. Very, very bad. Nauseous, dizzy, like any ; moment she might... oh no."
; ; "Marissa!" she cried, "Help me!"
; ; Marissa had her head buried between the the Asian girl's thighs and ; the girl was reciprocating. The only one coming to Catherine's rescue ; was the floor, and it was coming up fast.
; ; Everything went black.
; ; When Catherine awoke, her head throbbed like it was about to ; implode--or possibly already had. The second thing she was aware of ; was that she was sitting up. That couldn't be right.
; ; Her eyes fluttered open and she was indeed sitting upright in some ; weird sort of chair. No, she wasn't sitting in it... she was strapped ; to it... naked!
; ; Catherine's heart began to race. She struggled against her bonds. In ; so doing, she realized her bonds didn't only consist of the straps ; around her ankles, knees, wrists, elbows and head. Something long and ; hard was sticking up from her seat and on up her asshole. Her ; struggling made her feel like she needed to poop.
; ; She swallowed. What kind of hell had she gotten herself into?
; ; "Good morning Caty-cat-catherine!" came a familiar voice. "You're ; finally awake?"
; ; "Marissa!" she called out, unable to turn her head in the direction of ; the voice. "Marissa, are you all right? Can you help me get out of ; this?"
; ; "Marissa is wooooonderful!" her friend exclaimed. "This place is like ; so cool! They gave me cool clothes and big boobies and everything!"
; ; Catherine blinked, then blinked again, momentarily distracted from her ; distressing position by the freakish apparition that now came into ; view. It was Marissa, and yet it wasn't.
; ; Marissa had always been blonde, but now she was blonder than blonde, ; soft shiny platinum curls forming a massive halo around her heavily ; made up face and tumbling down her back. She had the same vapid, horny ; look on her face that she had had since Catherine first found her in ; the dorm and it was all the more enhanced by sparkley pink make ; up. There was no way Marissa's lips could look that full with make-up ; alone, though. Her formerly WASPy lips were so thick and full and ; sensual that they could only be the result of collagen ; injections. Marissa kept licking them, giving their hot pink paint job ; a moist sheen. Catherine was reminded of a blow up doll she had seen ; in a window down town once when she had made a wrong turn.
; ; Catherine only had an instant to contemplate her friends lips, ; however, as her eyes were inevitably drawn down to Marissa's ; breasts. They were the sort of boobs that demanded to be stared ; at. Huge, jutting bazoombas that seemed poised to break through the ; barrier of thin pink lycra that was Marissa's dress and zoom like ; rockets around the room.
; ; "My God, Marissa! What did they do to you?"
; ; "They made me pretty <giggle> and I got to fuck a lot! This place is, ; like, so cool! It's way cooler than Disney world! The only thing that ; was sad was that you were missing it all and you're my bestest friend! ; But now your awake so you can get big boobies and be pretty too!"
; ; She hugged herself under her inflated boobs with excitement and ; pranced about on her ridiculous shoes--pink and turquoise jelly ; sandals with chunky 6" plastic heels. If it hadn't been for the ; contented smile on her painted face, Catherine would have thought she ; needed to pee.
; ; This thought brought Catherine back to her own uncomfortable ; situation. Marissa wasn't in much condition to rescue her, but at the ; moment she seemed the best hope Catherine had.
; ; "Marissa, sweetie," she said, like she was talking to a child. "I need ; you to help me get out of this chair. Can you see if you can undo ; these straps on my arms?"
; ; "Gosh, I don't know," she said, looking at the straps. "That looks ; hard. Why don't you jus' ask Mr. Fink? He's really smart an' sooooo ; cute! <giggle>"
; ; "Who?" asked Catherine.
; ; "Mr. Fink, silly! He's standin' right there!" exclaimed ; Marissa. "Mr. Fink, can you help Caty-cat get out of the chair? She's ; up now and so she can get pretty clothes and big boobies too!"
; ; "Not just yet, Marissa," came an amused masculine voice from behind ; Catherine. "I'm not sure that your friend wants pretty clothes and big ; boobies right now."
; ; "Hey! Who is that? You let me go right now!" Catherine exclaimed, ; struggling to see where the voice came from.
; ; "Patience, Catherine, patience," he extolled. "I don't want to keep ; you in that chair any longer than necessary. Indeed, I didn't want you ; here at all. You pose a bit of a problem for me. You are, you see, one ; of those rare women who are immune to our standard BimboTech ; technology. About one woman in ten thousand proves resistant--lucky ; for you and unlucky for Dr. Jones. Had I been consulted prior to his ; unfortunate and unauthorized off-site operation, I would have brought ; this possibility to his attention. I assure you, he is being severely ; reprimanded as we speek."
; ; The man chuckled softly at some private joke.
; ; "Still, the clean up for his actions falls to me. As the Chief ; Executive Officer of BimboTech Incorporated, I cannot allow the sort ; of negative publicity you are probably inclined to bring to our ; company. It simply isn't in keeping with our current business plan."
; ; "And kidnaping and assault is?" Catherine demanded.
; ; "You've got spunk, kid. Completely helpless, yet you still take the ; offensive. I admire that, so I'll tell you what. Even though I ; shouldn't, I'll make you a deal. I'm a bit of a compulsive gambler, ; you see. So here's the bet:"
; ; Suddenly, a large podium rose up in front of Catherine from an opening ; in the floor.
; ; "This is the control panel of the chair you are currently seated ; in. It's our latest generation of BimboTech equipment, still ; untested. It works on different principles, however, so I'm hoping it ; will work on you. Now, one of the buttons on the consul will release ; you from the chair. The other buttons and dials and switches do other ; things. Now, if you can get your bimbofied friend to release you ; without turning you into a vegetable, you have my word that I will let ; both of you go. Do we have a bet?"
; ; "You sicko!" Catherine yelled. "I'm not going to play any of your ; perverted games! You'll just have to kill me!"
; ; "Yes, well, that's what all my colleagues suggested, but killing is ; such a nasty business." said the voice. "Not at all in keeping with ; the spirit of our happy company. Tell you what, I'll just leave you ; and your friend to think it over for a while. There's no rush. I'll be ; back in a few."
; ; There was a click somewhere behind her and then silence, except for ; Marissa.
; ; "B-bye!" she called out, then she sighed. "Ca-therine I'm bo-ored!"
; ; "Damn it Marissa, I don't care if your bored! You got me into this and ; now I'm gonna die!"
; ; Marissa giggled. Giggled!
; ; "Don't be silly, Catherine! You're not gonna die! This is a happy ; fucky-fuck place! Nothing bad ever happens here!"
; ; "Look, just... just shut up, O.K.! You can't help me. I guess I'm glad ; that at least I'm not you."
; ; "<Giggle> Your silly Caty-cath!" she said.
; ; "SHUT UP!" screamed Catherine.
; ; "Well gosh, y' don't have t'be all, like, mean about it." Marissa ; pouted.
; ; It was the first non-ecstatic emotion she had seen on her face since ; she had maced the two guys in their dorm room. She took some ; satisfaction that she could at least get to her on some level. The ; girlish pout was infinitely preferable to the horny, stupid grin.
; ; It didn't last long, though. After a few minutes of sullen wandering ; around the room, she started humming to herself and tugging on her ; right nipple. Soon she was giggling again. Catherine started to wonder ; if they were just leave them locked in here until Marissa drove her ; crazy. Finally, she broke. Anything was better than this.
; ; "Marissa!" she shouted.
; ; "Do you wanna play now Caty-cath!" Marissa cried, scampering up to her ; like a hopeful puppy.
; ; "God, don't call me that!" Catherine exclaimed. "Look, I want you to ; listen to me very carefully. I need you to go over to that consul and ; look at it--but don't touch anything! Just look at it and tell me what ; you see."
; ; "That's a funny game," said Marissa, dubious.
; ; Catherine bit her lip.
; ; "You just do this for me and then when I'm out of this chair you can ; choose the game. O.K.?"
; ; "All right," she said, "But you gotta do whatever I say!"
; ; "Yeah, sure. But you first. Go look at the control panel."
; ; Marissa jiggled and swayed over to the control panel.
; ; "Oh wow! Pretty colors!" Marissa exclaimed, reaching forward.
; ; "Don't touch it!" Catherine ordered, frantic.
; ; Marissa jerked her hand back, sending her a shockwave through her ; inflated rack.
; ; "But Ca-thrine!" she whined. "They're pretty! I wanna see what they ; do!"
; ; "How many are there?" Catherine asked.
; ; "Gosh, like a gazillion!"
; ; Catherine rolled here eyes at the futility of it.
; ; "Are they labeled? Does one of them say 'off' or 'release' or, gosh, I ; don't know, 'abort'?"
; ; "Like, oh my god, Caty-cath'rine, there's lots of letters all over! ; Should I push a button with letters? I wanna push the big red one!"
; ; "Marissa, don't!" Catherine cried out, but too late. Something ; electric passed through her and she trembled. Her nipples ached and ; buzzed. She looked down and saw her naked breasts rippling, bubbling, ; swelling. They had been the size of pomegranates, now they were the ; size of large great fruits.
; ; Catherine panted and blinked. Marissa squealed.
; ; "Catherine! Your boobies got bigger! I found the bigger boobie ; button!"
; ; Catherine struggled to speak as Marissa reached for the consul again.
; ; "N-nnnnnnggg!" Catherine exclaimed as once again she was electrified ; and her breasts heaved and expanded.
; ; Marissa giggled and clapped at the results.
; ; "Your titties are as big as mine!" she exclaimed.
; ; She was right. Catherine's breasts were now like two full ripe ; cantaloupes. She could no longer see her lap.
; ; "Damn it, Marissa" Catherine exclaimed between gasping ; breaths. "Don't-huh-push that-huh-button again!"
; ; "Why? Oh, you want our boobies to stay the same size so we'll match? ; Gosh, Catherine, you're such a good friend! <giggle> Do you want to ; have a big round toushy like me too? I bet one of these buttons will ; do it!"
; ; "St-aaw-aw-aw-aaaaaaaaah!" exclaimed Catherine as again she felt ; electrified. Her nipples were no more effected than the rest of her ; this time, though. Instead, her clitoris throbbed and tingled. Her DDD ; breasts kept her from seeing what was going on down there, but it was ; very hot and very wet. Hot, slick fluid was running down her inner ; thighs and dripping onto her bound ankles. She was suddenly hornier ; than she had ever been in her life.
; ; "Like, oh my god, Cat! Your clitty got so big! I wish my clitty was ; that big! Can I try the chair thingy next!"
; ; "Y-you-huh-you stupid bimbo! Wh-what are you doing to me?"
; ; "I'm making you pretty!" Marissa exclaimed. "It's jus' like a ; make-over!"
; ; Catherine's world was crumbling around her. Her best friend was ; turning her into some kind of freak. She was so horny she could barely ; think. All she knew was that she had to stop Marissa. Marissa, that ; stupid cunt! Catherine had never even so much as thought that word, ; but there was a strange buzzing in the back of her head, whispering, ; saying all sorts of foul things about her best friend. Catherine was ; too angry, too frustrated, too horny to even notice what the whispers ; were saying, but soon she was shouting them out of her own volition.
; ; "Damn it, Marissa, you stupid cock-sucking slut! Stop fucking around ; and do what your fucking told or I'm going to ream your ass!"
; ; "Like, oh my god Cat! You don't have to be all bitchy about it! I'm ; jus' tryin' to make you pretty like me! It's not my fault I can't find ; the bum-bum button. Maybe it's this one."
; ; "No, you fu-uh-uh-uuuuuuuh!"
; ; Now it was Catherine's scalp that tingled and soon her hair was ; growing at a phenomenal rate, big, ratted and bleached, the roots ; still dark.
; ; "Damn it, Marissa you stupid whore! Stop trying to work that thing! ; You don't know shit about shit! You're almost too stupid to fuck! If ; you can't get me out of this thing then just go frig yourself! It's ; the only thing your any good at!"
; ; Marissa's lower lip trembled.
; ; "Are you gonna cry now, you fucking baby?" Catherine demanded.
; ; "I... I just wanted to make you pretty, Catherine. I can get you out, ; I just know I can! Here, it's probably this button."
; ; Marissa reached for a button at the very top of the console. Catherine ; screamed a foul-mouthed
; ; protest, causing her friend to loose her balance on her ridiculous ; shoes, her huge rack pulling her down and pressing half a dozen ; buttons at once. Catherine's outburst became louder and less coherent.
; ; As Catherine burbled and shook, her breasts continued to expand. Soon ; they were both bigger than her head and still growing. At the same ; time, robotic arms emerged from the chair and began to pierce her ; ears, her eyebrows, her nipples, her monstrous clit. As Marissa ; scrambled across the console, Catherine's ass became rounder and ; firmer, her lips swelled up five-fold, a dozen tattoo needles emerged ; and descended on her convulsing face, somehow managing to precisely ; give her permanent make-up: dark red lips, violet and green eye lids, ; dramatic, whore-like rouge. Another misguided button push from Marissa ; and Catherine's eyelashes became thick and heavy.
; ; "Oh. My. God." said Marissa when she finally righted herself and saw ; what her bumbling had done. "Your titties are so big!"
; ; Marissa was understating the matter. The panting, blinking Catherine ; couldn't even see her knees. Two prize-winning watermelon size breast ; occluded her view.
; ; "You-huh-fucking-huh-cunt-huh. When I get out, gulp, out of this thing ; I am going-huh-to fuck you up!"
; ; "Um, sorry?" said Marissa. "Oh, wait a minute!"
; ; She through a lever. The straps immediately released Catherine. The ; thing up her ass slipped out in a way that was not at all unpleasant, ; but Catherine was focused only on the fact that she could now get ; Marissa, that cunt-whore-bimbo.
; ; "You stupid cunt!" Catherine roared as Marissa petulantly sucked her ; lower lip. "Look what you've done to me!"
; ; She placed a hand under each mammoth mammary and tried to heft them.
; ; "You've turned me into a freak! A huge-titted, fuckable, horny freak!"
; ; Her anger mixed with her arousal giving her an odd sense of ; power. Power she most wanted to use over Marissa, to put the bimbo in ; her place. Her roommate stood there looking dumb as a light post, ; wrapping a blonde curl around her finger and chewing her lower ; lip. Marissa knew she was in trouble bust she wasn't quite sure why.
; ; "Well, I jus..." she said, looking down at her own inflated breasts.
; ; "Look at me!" Catherine demanded, grabbing her buy her curly blonde ; locks near the scalp and pressing her face into the canyon of her ; cleavage. "Look at my titties! Look at my humongous, luscious, ; fuckable titties! Do you know what a fuckable freak I look like? Do ; you know how fucking horny it makes me?
; ; "MmmmnnngMmmmng!" exclaimed the smothering Marissa.
; ; "You have no fucking idea! All I want to do is just fuck and fuck and ; fuck! It's all
; ; I can fucking think about! And you know who's fault that is?"
; ; She yanked Marissa's head back, raising her dazed and confused face ; back out into the air.
; ; "It's your fault, you stupid cunt bimbo!" Catherine explained. "So you ; know who
; ; I'm going to fuck first and most? You, Marissa! You! From now on ; you're my own personal whore!"
; ; "Marissa is a whore?" she asked, a silly grin returning to her face.
; ; "Don't talk, whore! Eat me! Suck my clitty! Right now! You live to ; serve my cunt!"
; ; Catherine forcefully directed her downward with a yank of the hair she ; still held. Marissa knelt obediently, her blonde head disappearing ; underneath Catherine's monster rack as Catherine pressed her face into ; her hungry cunt.
; ; "Mmmmm!" Marissa exclaimed into her friend's pussy, confused but ; delighted to be used sexually. She reached around and grabbed hold of ; Catherine's firm round asscheeks, digging her pink-painted nails in as ; she pressed her face to Catherine's yoni and lapped with vigor.
; ; Catherine didn't mind the pain of the nails digging into her ass ; flesh; she liked it and she loved having her bimbo girlfriend's tongue ; buried inside her, desperately trying to please her. She felt ; powerful, sexual, triumphant! She released Marissa's hair to reach ; forward with both hands to grab hold of her monster nipples. She ; pulled them outward, turning her elbows in, forming deep dimples in ; the sides of her mounds.
; ; Catherine was coming now and everything was right. This was her ; destiny! To fuck in all her glory! To have a bimbo whore servicing her ; cunt, serving her every nasty need. She let out a triumphant and ; maniacal laugh.
; ; "Hahahahahahahaha! Yes! Yes! Eat me you bimbo slut! Lick me, you cunt ; whore! You're a slave to my pussy! You and every other fucking bimbo! ; I am your queen! I am your mistress! I am your cunt-goddess! Worship ; me!"
; ; Catherine began to thrust and buck her pelvis into Marissa's lapping ; face, but the bimbo was dizzy from forgetting to breath while licking ; her new owner's slit and she toppled backwards, dragging Catherine ; down with her. Catherine's huge tits hit the ground first and cushoned ; the rest of her, temporarily blinding her as her face was lost in her ; own cleavage. She hands managed to find the floor and she freed her ; head. With the shock of the fall, Marissa had stopped licking her.
; ; "I didn't say you could stop!" Catherine exclaimed. "You eat me until ; I say your done, bimbo!"
; ; So saying, she hunted about with her hips until she found Marissa's ; face, then slammed her cunt down and started to vigorously slide up ; and down, fucking her face from chin to forehead. Marissa made ; confused little moans. At last, Catherine reached a roaring ; orgasm. She screamed out in triumph, then rolled off her friend's face ; to lie on her back, her huge tits quivering.
; ; The panting Marissa rolled to her side and propped herself up on one ; hand. Her face was completely drenched with Catherine's pussy juice ; and it dripped off her chin and her smiling puffy lips.
; ; "Cat's pussy is yummy!" said the bimbo, then she giggled.
; ; "Catherine!" exclaimed Catherine. "You'll call me Mistress Catherine! ; And you're not through being punished, you stupid cunt!"
; ; With a tremendous effort, Catherine hauled her huge melons into a ; siting position.
; ; "Get on your knees, bimbo! Face on the floor!"
; ; Marissa bit her lip, confused, but she did as she was told, presenting ; her plump bubble butt to her mistress.
; ; "It's time for your spanking!" said Catherine and slapped Marissa's ; tremendous toushie with her open palm.
; ; "Oooow!" said Marissa. "Catherine, that hurts!"
; ; "MISTRESS CATHERINE!" she exclaimed, slapping her ass again. ""You ; call me Mistress!"
; ; "Cath" <whack> "Mistress, that hurts!"
; ; "Yes, you bimbo whore! It hurts because your bad! You need to be ; punished! And you'll like it, damnit! Ask me for another!"
; ; "What?"
; ; <Whack!>
; ; "Ask me for another spanking!"
; ; "Uh... can I... uh... can I have another spanking?"
; ; <Whack!>
; ; "Say 'please'!"
; ; "Please can I have another?"
; ; <Whack!>
; ; "Say 'please Mistress'!"
; ; "Please Mistress can I have another?"
; ; <Whack!>
; ; Catherine laughed maniacally.
; ; "And they say a bimbo can't be taught! Ask for another, whore!"
; ; "Please Mistress can I have another?"
; ; <Whack!>
; ; This went on for sometime, Marissa's ass quivering with each blow, ; Catherine laughing at her new found pleasure and power. Marissa's ; buttcheeks were quite red when Catherine became aware that someone was ; standing behind her. A smallish man with a mustache and a balding ; head.
; ; "Pardon me, but I was admiring your technique and I thought perhaps ; this might be of use to you."
; ; He held out to her a mottled and ribbed black plastic strap-on dildo ; at least a foot long. Any question about who the man was was swept ; from her mind as Catherine fixated on the treasure he offered.
; ; "Yesssss," she said "Yes, that I can use!"
; ; She grabbed the thing and in no time it was strapped to her pelvis, ; the shorter knob in her hungry cunt, the long phallus pointing before ; her. She turned her evil grin back to Marissa's ass.
; ; "No more spank-spank?" asked Marissa.
; ; "No spank-spank," said Catherine. "Ass-fuck! Spread your cheeks!"
; ; The bimbo did as she was told. Catherine's aim was true and she shot ; the black monstrosity home, making Marissa bleat like a sheep as it ; thrust it's way through her sphincter. Catherine cackled, grabbed ; Marissa by the hips and started to pump, drawing the dildo in and out ; with ever increasing fervor as Marissa cried out in equal parts ; discomfort and ecstasy, grinding her quim-stained face into the floor.
; ; At last, Catherine let Marissa collapse, quivering on the floor. Her ; make-up was smeared, her dress wrinkled and torn, her hair tangled and ; tousled. Her expression was deliriously delighted and submissively ; worshipful as she stared up at her mistress.
; ; The man who had brought Catherine the black dildo was back. Now he had ; brought her a black bimbo, one with tits nearly as large as her own, ; nicely displayed in a clingy purple dress.
; ; "I must say, Miss, that was masterfully handled! You certainly know ; how to put a bimbo in her place! I was wondering, assuming you're not ; too tired, if you could help me out a bit. Tittiefuck here has been ; taking liberties that she shouldn't, doing freelance work without ; authorization. Since you have such a talent for it, I was hoping you ; could fuck her into submission, if you don't mind.
; ; Catherine was still breathing hard from the work out she had given ; Marissa, but the fire in her eyes still burned as brightly. The black ; bimbo seemed somehow familiar to her, familiar and contemptuous. Oh, ; she could fuck the silly bitch all right. She grinned evilly and ; grabbed a handful of the bimbo's voluminous black hair.
; ; "No problem," she told the man. "It'd be my pleasure. ON YOUR KNEES, ; CUNT!"
; ; The bimbo went down and her eyes went wide. She turned to the man, ; questioningly, but Catherine jerked her head back so that the startled ; bimbo stared into her fiery eyes.
; ; "Don't worry about him. You belong to me know! I am your Mistress! I ; am your Queen! And your queen wants to fuck your asshole!"
; ; So saying, she propelled Tittiefuck downward so her tits and face ; pressed the floor. The tiny purple dress rode up around her hips, ; showing her ass, a little bit of floss down the middle. Catherine ; didn't even bother removing the thong. She slammed the strap-on home, ; pushing it to one side. Tittiefuck's asshole had more experience than ; Marissa's but it had never experienced the raw, insatiable lust that ; was Catherine. In no time she was screaming out in hyper-fucked ; delirium.
; ; Catherine had removed her strap-on and was drawing it with slow ; contemplation between her huge tits. She was standing once again as ; Marissa knelt before her eating her cunt, but now she was stabilized ; by Tittiefuck behind, eating her ass. She let her jugs hold the dildo ; and reached before and aft to press the two bimbos' faces deeper into ; her respective orifices. The sluts moaned and licked harder. It was ; good to be the queen.
; ; Catherine became aware that the short balding man who had brought her ; Tittiefuck was standing before her, smiling expectantly.
; ; "You certainly have a way with bimbos," he observed when he saw he had ; her attention.
; ; "Oh, I'm the best baby," Catherine bragged, pulling the girls' hair so ; they squeaked. "You got any more that need to be shown their place? I ; could fuck their stupid faces all day!"
; ; "Well, actually, that was precisely what I wanted to talk to you ; about. Obviously you won our little bet and you're free to take your ; bimbo and go."
; ; Catherine frowned.
; ; "What bet?" she asked.
; ; "Why the bet that you couldn't t get the bimbo to let you out of the ; chair, of course. Not only did you make her release you, you ; thoroughly punished her for taking so long to do so. It was incredible ; to watch. I've never seen such expert handling!"
; ; Catherine tried to think back to before she had started fucking the ; bimbos. It seemed so long ago.
; ; "Hey, your that fucker who tied me to that chair!" she said, ; remembering.
; ; She knew she should be mad, but after hours of fucking and a bimbo ; face before and behind she was feeling awfully good. He shouldn't have ; tied her up, but he had given him full use of his bimbo. That counted ; for something.
; ; "Yes, well, I'm sorry about that of course. I wasn't sure what to do ; about you, but now I see you're quite capable of handling yourself and ; your bimbo friend. This brings me to my proposition. Dr. Jones ; irresponsibility has left your campus littered with bimbos in ; desperate need of guidance. I would be most grateful if you were to ; use your talents to take them in hand and keep them from getting ; themselves in too much trouble. If you were willing to do so, I ; believe we could come to an arrangement in which you had free access ; to our services."
; ; Catherine arched an intrigued, pierced eyebrow.
; ; "What services would that entail?" she asked.
; ; "Why, unlimited modification of any woman you want to bring here, of ; course! I'm willing to bet that you have a talent for recognizing the ; inner bimbo that needs a little help getting out! You just identify a ; woman, give us the specs and we'll have her fixed up for you in no ; time!"
; ; Catherine gave a thoughtful half smile, spread her tits and looked ; down at Marissa's blonde head through her cleavage. She looked back at ; Mr. Fink.
; ; "Could you make my entire sorority like her?" she asked.
; ; Mr. Fink grinned.
; ; "I like the way you think!" he exclaimed. "Why don't you and the ; bimbos get cleaned up and we'll discuss details!"
; ; Two very different women stepped out of BimboTech Incorporated into ; the bright mid-day sunlight. Different from each other; different from ; the girls they had been just days before. It was impossible to look at ; either without thinking of sex, but very different sex indeed. To the ; left and a step behind, Marissa jiggled and giggled in tight white ; lycra, a brilliant, vacuous smile for anyone they passed proclaiming ; she was the easiest lay on the planet. Clacking before her confidently ; was Catherine, her massive rack swaying before her, her eyes bright, ; horny, predatory. She wasn't easy; she was hungry. Insatiable. And ; everyone she held in that smoldering, challenging glare knew they were ; on the menu.
; ; Catherine lead Marissa along as if on an invisible leash. The thought ; amused Mistress Cat and she considered getting a real leash, but ; decided against it. Marissa was her slut, body and soul. A prop would ; be superfluous.
; ; "Damn, you girls are hot!"
; ; Catherine turned slowly, arching an eyebrow. Marissa was sticking her ; chest out and smiling at three bikers.
; ; "Yes, we are aren't we. Careful you don't get burned."
; ; Catherine grinned to let them know it was all in fun and the bikers ; laughed. She glanced about. There was an alley near by and a pay phone ; across the street. They were far enough away from BimboTech Inc. This ; would do. She drew a long, maroon fingernail under her puffy lower lip ; and gave a little chuckle.
; ; "So you boys like bimbo poon?" she asked. "Because Marissa here is on ; special: thirty bucks a
; ; hole; three holes, no waiting! If you roll one of your hogs into that ; alley, you can bend her over it. Do we have a deal?
; ; The bikers looked at each other with boyish grins then agreed. Marissa ; cheered and clapped, bouncing her titties as she made little hops of ; joy. They pushed a Harley into the alley then pulled out there wallets ; at Catherine's insistence of cash up front. She tucked $90 into her ; cavernous cleavage, then held out a restraining hand before they ; descend on Marissa.
; ; "Just one more thing, boys. There's a twenty five cent fluffer fee."
; ; The bikers looked confused and somewhat suspicious.
; ; "What's a fluffer fee?" asked the one in the middle.
; ; "Give me a quarter and your prick and I'll show you," said ; Catherine. "I promise you'll like it."
; ; The nasty, lust-filled look in Catherine's eye cut off any debate. He ; pulled out a quarter and handed it to her. Then he undid his ; belt. Catherine squatted before him and helped him finish freeing his ; cock, then licked it from balls to tip. She looked up at the other two ; men on either side.
; ; "Come on now, boys. Quarters and cocks! I'll do all three of you at ; once. I'm a cunt with things to do!"
; ; The men fumbled as they tried to pull out payment and pricks at the ; same time. Soon enough their quarters were between Catherine's ; monstrous tits, though, and she was busily drawing the first cock ; between her puffy lips as the other two dicks went hard in her hands.
; ; "O.K. boys," she said once the bikers were rock hard and ; groaning. "You're ready. Do Miss Catherine a favor and fuck that bimbo ; whore in every hole."
; ; She propelled the three towards Marissa, who sat impatiently waiting ; on the motorcycle playing with her right nipple and squirming in ; anticipation.
; ; "Oh yeah!" she cried as three sets of hands began to fondle her. "Do ; me! Do me! Do me!"
; ; Soon the white lycra dress was reduced to a thick and rumpled belt ; around her waist and the bikers were doing their best to fill her ; every hole. Marissa squealed and squirmed and sucked and fucked.
; ; Catherine admired the scene for a moment, then she left them there in ; the alley groping for the quarters that she had dropped between her ; tits. She clacked her way across the street. Her tits could literally ; stop traffic. At the pay phone, she dialed a number she knew well.
; ; "Hello?" came a familiar voice.
; ; "Brooke?" Catherine responded. "Oh, thank God you're there!"
; ; "Catherine? Oh my gosh, Catherine! Where are you? We've been so ; worried! Is Marissa with you? Are you all right? Where are you?"
; ; "Calm down, Brooke. Calm down! I'm all right. Marissa is with me and ; she's not in any danger. She does need our help though."
; ; "Oh my gosh, is she hurt?"
; ; "Look, I can't explain it over the phone. Just get all the Zetas to ; meet us at the house in two hours. And don't tell anyone else! If word ; got out Marissa would just be devastated! This has to stay a ZTA ; secret! Promise me, Brooke!"
; ; "Gosh, Catherine, of course I promise. I swear to God! I'll call ; everybody right now!"
; ; "Great Brooke. I knew I could count on you. See you in two hours."
; ; "Two hours. Got it. You're sure you're safe?"
; ; "Perfectly. Gotta go now," Catherine said.
; ; "O.K. B-bye," said Brooke and hung up.
; ; Catherine grinned
; ; "Stupid bimbo," she muttered.
; ; Then she put in a second quarter and called BimboTech.
; ; One week later...
; ; Mistress Catherine sat enthroned in all her glory in the middle of the ; big common room of the ZTA house, surrounded by the bimbos that loved ; and feared her. It had been a busy week bringing all the Zetas in ; line, showing them who was boss, then rounding up the random bimbos ; wandering campus and brining them into the fold. It was a lot of hard ; work--at one point she had even broken one of her strap-ons--but ; Catherine had loved every minute of it.
; ; She looked over at Fifi, a southeast Asian bimbo she had dressed in a ; French maid's outfit. She gestured at her with her empty glass and the ; girl scurried over to bring her a fresh gin and tonic and retrieve her ; empty glass. As she did so, she gave a bowing curtsy that nicely ; displayed her cleavage to her mistress. The girl had nice tits, ; thought Cat. But not nearly so nice as the mistress of the house. She ; took a deep breath, swelling out her tremendous rack until it ; threatened to burst out of the dark red-velvet and black leather ; corseted bustier. God she loved her tits.
; ; They did get in the way sometimes though. For instance, she wasn't ; sure which of her many bimbo's was doing such a lovely job licking her ; out. Her gargantuan gazongas occluded the view of any thing but a pink ; bubble-butt wagging just past the horizon of her titties.
; ; Mistress Cat looked over to one of the many mirrors she had ordered ; installed in the house to get a better view of her current ; worshiper. The nicely rounded ass had a pink heart tattoo on the left ; cheek that said Zeta Slut in red letters. That identified the bimbo as ; one of her sorority sisters, but didn't narrow it down any further ; since Cat had had them all tattooed like that.
; ; The bimbo's pussy lips were red and swollen, looking like Cat had ; worked her over recently with a strap on, but that could be true of ; half a dozen bimbos. Some day, Cat hoped to be able to identify all of ; her bimbos by ass and pussy alone, but for now she would have to get a ; look at the girl's face.
; ; Mistress Cat took a long drag on her long black cigarette holder. She ; had been forced to use a holder since smoking without one meant ; getting ash down her cleavage. This one was a good eighteen inches ; long and black, with a long Virginia Slim on the end of it. Once she ; had a load of red-hot ash on the tip, she reached out and tapped it on ; the toe of her long black high-heeled boot as it rested on the small ; of the bimbo's back. The hot ash dropped into the dimple that crowned ; the bimbo's crack and she squealed as her head shot up, knocking into ; Mistress Cat's overhanging knockers.
; ; The bimbo managed to look behind her, trying to figure out what had ; happened and failing miserably. She was wearing a baby-blue tube top ; that her hard nipples were trying to drill through. She was naked from ; navel to ankles. These stupid bimbos were always loosing their skirts ; and hot pants, taking them off in an urgent need to fuck and then ; forgetting where they left them if they even remembered they had been ; wearing anything to begin with. They needed more discipline, thought ; Cat, and she smiled wickedly at the prospect.
; ; Mistress Cat saw now that the bimbo with the burned bottom was Brooke, ; the second of her Zeta sisters to embrace her inner bimbo with the ; help of BTI. Cat had perhaps overdone the oral fixation she had given ; Brooke. Even as she fretted over her ass, she pulled a lock of her ; long, wavy blonde hair into her mouth and sucked on it and her lower ; lip as well. A little over done on the I.Q. reduction to--she almost ; made Marissa seem smart--but she lapped pussy like a dream. That ; quality more than made up for any other shortcomings in Cat's opinion ; and in this house, Cat's opinion was the only one that mattered.
; ; "Brooke, be a good little bimbo and tell everyone to come here. I want ; to tell them a few things."
; ; "Yes, Mistress Cat!" exclaimed Brooke, immediately ceasing to rub her ; ass to run giggling about the house calling out to all her sisters in ; bimbohood that their Mistress required their attendance.
; ; "Eveyboby! Eveyboby!" she called, her tounge getting tangled in the ; lock of hair in her mouth. "Mistress Cat says to cum! <giggle> I mean ; we're suposta go see Mistress Cat! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
; ; Brooke couldn't decide whether to go up the stairs or in the other ; rooms on the main floor first and as a result, ran smack into the bit ; of wall between the door and the stairway and fell on her well-padded ; bum. She giggled, unfazed by her mistake, and scampered on up the ; stairs calling
; ; the alarm.
; ; Mistress Cat shook her head. A bimbo could be trained but she would ; always be a bimbo. She nodded again to Fifi in her little maid's ; costume. While the bimbos assembled, Cat could play one of her ; favorite discipline games.
; ; "Lift your skirt, Fifi," she commanded and the girl complied, raising ; the frilly skirt to expose her shaved and swollen cunt with the hand ; that did not hold the drinks tray.
; ; "Now keep you mouth shut and hold the tray steady. Don't spill ; anything, understand?"
; ; Fifi opened her mouth to answer but a devastatingly raised eyebrow ; from Catherine slammed it shut again. Fifi nodded her ; understanding. Mistress Cat grinned and began to finger the Asian ; bimbo to orgasm.
; ; Fifi shuddered and the glasses on her tray clinked together but she ; held the tray level and nothing dropped. she whimpered through tight ; clenched lips as slowly the room filled with every imaginable sort of ; bimbo. Their skin tones were a spectrum from porcelain white to ebony ; black. They were everything from crack-whore trashy to plastic barbie ; doll perfection. Their titties went from big to oh-my-fucking-god! ; They bounced, giggled, and jiggled into the room, then knelt before ; their mistress. When they were all assembled, Mistress Cat pulled her ; hand out of Fifi's sopping cunt, slapped her ass and indicated she ; should join the others.
; ; "oh, and Fifi?" she said.
; ; The bimbo looked expectantly.
; ; "You can open your mouth now."
; ; "Thank you, Mistress Cat," said Fifi with a curtsy, then knelt beside ; Mony, a redheaded bimbo dressed in a perverted version of a Catholic ; school girl uniform. Mony's cuntlips were peeking out from beneath the ; shortened plaid kilt, the white shirt unbuttoned and tied beneath her ; massive freckled jugs, a little gold cross hanging between them.
; ; Mistress Cat licked Fifi's quim from her fingers as she surveyed the ; room, a general reviewing her kneeling bimbo army. They were ; ready. She had trained them well.
; ; "You'll all have need of your mouths tonight. And your cunts, and your ; titties, and your tight little assholes. Tonight you will be fucked as ; you have never been fucked before!"
; ; The bimbos smiled broadly and began to clap and cheer. Mistress Cat ; let them continue for a few seconds, then raised a commanding hand to ; silence them before the stupider ones forgot what they were ; applauding.
; ; "Tonight, Zeta House becomes Mistress Cat's House of Pussy, home of ; the most fuckable bimbos in the world!"
; ; Brooke looked like she had a question.
; ; "That would be you," Cat answered and Brooke grinned and giggled.
; ; "Now, I want out first night to be extra special, so I want all of you ; to be extra horny. Soooo, for the next five hours, until our customers ; arrive, nobody can touch their pussy, their titties, or their ass."
; ; The girls looked horrified.
; ; "Moreover, nobody can touch anybody elses pussy, tits or ass and ; nobody can leave the house. Instead, you're all going to clean this ; place up. It's a mess. I want all the beds made with clean sheets, all ; the panties and stockings removed from ceiling fans, all the quim ; stains cleaned from the carpets and banisters. After that, I want all ; of you showered. You can touch yourselves while you're in the shower, ; but you can only shower for five minutes each and only one person in a ; shower at a time. Once you're clean, everybody gets dressed in their ; sexiest, sluttiest clothes and do your makeup. The fliers we put ; around campus say you're the hottest bimbo whores around and you'd ; damned well better look like it. Once everyone's ready, then we ; fuck. Anyone who breaks the rules doesn't get any cock until two hours ; after the guest arrive. Understand?"
; ; The bimbos looked miserable. Brooke looked like she was about to ; cry. But they all said "Yes, Mistress." She had trained them well.
; ; "Well, come on now!" Cat roared. "Get cleaning!"
; ; The bimbos leapt up and scurried about, some of them with the larger ; racks falling over in their attempt to stand to quickly. Those that ; couldn't get back up crawled about picking up the undergarments that ; littered the floor, dragging their huge tits along the floor.
; ; Marissa!" called out Cat to her former roommate, who was wearing an ; outfit that consisted of a pink silk ribbon wrapped about her and tied ; in a bow between her tits. Marissa immediately dropped a dildo she had ; taken out of a potted plant and came to her mistress.
; ; "Yes Mistress Cat?" she asked.
; ; "I have another job for you," she said. "Come to my bedroom."
; ; Marissa followed her up their stairs to her room. There in the middle ; of the biggest bedroom in the house was Mistress Cat's huge bed, ; specially designed by her friends at BimboTech. It was big enough for ; half a dozen bimbos to fuck on it at once without falling off, with ; straps to tie limbs down at various points and four tall bedposts with ; platforms around them where bimbos could pole dance.
; ; Mistress Cat undid her black lace G-string and let it flutter to the ; ground. She picked up the latest issue of Hustler from the nightstand, ; then pulled out the cushion that filled the cutout depression in the ; middle of the mattress. By design, it was precisely the size of Cat's ; tremendous rack She crawled onto the bed and eased her titties into ; their cozy nest, then started to flip through her magazine.
; ; "Worship my ass, Marissa," she said without looking up.
; ; "But you said," started Marissa.
; ; "Rules don't apply to me, stupid whore! I'm Queen of the Bimbos! Face! ; Ass! Now!"
; ; "Yes Mistress!" said Marissa and dove between Cat's checks.
; ; Mistress Cat sighed contentedly, then started reading an article on ; internet porn writers and their
; ; tremendous sexual prowess.
; ; The bimbos were twitching and agitated. It was only 6:30, half an hour ; to go until Mistress Cat's House of Pussy opened for business, ; according to the fliers. Cat wasn't sure if they could make it. Brooke ; was babbling incoherently to herself walking in circles, purple-haired ; Jelly was 'air-humping' some imagined stud, a dozen others were ; sitting on couches squirming and rubbing their thighs together. Even ; Marissa, whom Cat herself had fisted after reading her magazine, was ; looking so randy she might die.
; ; Then Becky bounced into the room, squealing. Becky was another Zeta ; Slut and she was particularly good at bouncing. Her silicone tits were ; perfectly spherical and the size of soccer balls. The tiny orange ; string bikini she was wearing was doing what it could to contain them, ; but that wasn't much. A blonde ponytail sprouted from the top of her ; head, looped up and then plunged down to curl up below her ass. The ; pony tail bounced along with her titties and even her inflated ass ; joined in the frenetic quivering.
; ; "Becky!" roared Cat, "Becky, you bimbo! What is it?"
; ; "They're here! They're here! They're her!" Becky exclaimed, ; punctuating each exclamation with a leap into the air. The poor bikini ; gave up and let loose it's bouncing cargo. Becky didn't even notice.
; ; "Who, damn it?" Cat demanded. She was getting edgy. She could use a ; good fuck herself.
; ; "The guys, Mistress Cat! The guy that are gonna fuck us! They're here! ; They're here!"
; ; Now all the bimbos were squealing and bouncing.
; ; "Quiet!" Mistress Cat roared. "QUIET!!!"
; ; The bimbos fell quiet, lips quivering into instant pouts.
; ; "They're early. The flier said 7:00. They're probably all premature ; ejaculators."
; ; The bimbos' eyes were pleading.
; ; "But I guess we can start now."
; ; The bimbos cheered and cheered.
; ; "CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT!" they cried.
; ; Mistress Cat held her hands out and made her way through the crowd and ; towards the front door.
; ; "Bimbos back!" she commanded and they stepped away from the door.
; ; She opened the door and several dozen randy college boys stared in ; amazement at Mistress Cat. At least three of them came in their pants ; just at the site of her tits held out in an elaborate teddy of scarlet ; lace. She stood there with her half gloved hands on there naked hips, ; her leather booted feet spread wide. She was the only thing standing ; between two of the randiest forces in the universe. She felt powerful, ; in a way she thought the Hoover dam probably felt. Their was money to ; be made here, though, so she opened for business.
; ; "Welcome, gentlemen. Welcome to Mistress Cat's House of Pussy. Tonight ; will be a night your cocks will never forget. We're running an opening ; special: Everyone gets in for $100 each. It'll be more next time, but ; I guarantee you'll be back."
; ; She grinned her most predatory grin.
; ; "So let's get fucking!" she cried, then welcomed them in. The bimbos ; squealed. The guys roared. Each guy shoved C-notes or a wad of ; twenties between Cat's jugs and were immediately grabbed by half a ; dozen bimbos and dragged to every corner of the house. The bimbos ; struggled with one another to be the first to get a cock into any ; available hole. The customers' eyes got huge, unsure about just what ; they had gotten themselves into, but none of them complained. Since ; most of them had at least one pointed nipple shoved in their mouth, it ; wouldn't have done much good anyway.
; ; The actual opening time came and went. Customers with more patience ; began to show up and the ratio of bimbo to cock became more mane ; gable. Looking out across the vast orgy, the average was two bimbos to ; every customer. This worked rather well. There on the floor of the ; foyer, Becky was straddling a guy that Cat used to date 'before'. She ; was bouncing along on his shaft, her bubble but slamming against ; Brooke's face as she sucked on his balls. With some creative twisting, ; Brooke had also managed to get the guy's big toe in her cunt.
; ; When Mistress Cat turned back to the doorway from admiring her bimbos ; at work, she found a man in a suit flanked by two campus police ; officers. The suit Cat recognized as the dean of students, Randall ; Wallace. He was holding one of the advertisements her bimbos had ; posted around campus the day before. All three men looked like they ; were using all their will power to act professional, but it wasn't ; enough to keep them from gawking at her gazongas. Cat smiled. This ; would not be a problem.
; ; "Hello, Gentlemen," she said. "Welcome to my House. I'm Mistress Cat."
; ; There was a noticeable pause as the Dean pried his eyes from her ; cleavage.
; ; "You're the one responsible for these?" he demanded, holding out a ; flier.
; ; "MmmHmmm," Catherine confessed with a nod.
; ; "I'm very concerned," the dean began.
; ; "Well, If you're very concerned," Catherine interrupted. "I guess you ; can have a freebie. In fact, I'll do it myself. I could use a shot of ; man-juice. Girls! I need some help here!"
; ; There in the corner were a group of bimbos licking jism off each ; other's tits and faces. They immediately came to their Mistress's aid.
; ; "You girls do the nice policemen. I'm going to do the Dean," She ; looked for another assistant and found Fifi. "Fifi! Give the dean a ; rim job while I suck his cock!"
; ; "Yes, Mistress Cat!" the bimbo exclaimed, looking up from her pussy.
; ; "That wasn't what I..." protested the dean, but he did nothing to stop ; her as Catherine squatted and pulled his pants down around his ; ankles. He already had quite a stiffy. Once his dick was in ; Catherine's mouth and Fifi's tongue was in his asshole, his concerns ; seemed to be mollified. Soon Catherine was swallowing spunk and the ; dean was jibbering.
; ; "Now you just let me know if you have anymore concerns, ; O.K. sweetums?" she said, tucking his limp cock back into his ; pants. "Your cock is yummy!"
; ; The dean looked down in a daze. Mistress Cat stuck her huge ass out as ; ballast for her rack, then stood back up. She then used her massive ; tits to herd the dean, smiling stupidly, deeper into the ; house. Discrete video cameras would provide enough blackmail material ; to keep the Dean's concerns from becoming any of hers.
; ; Mistress Cat had nearly a hundred thousand dollars in cash stuffed ; between her tits by ten o'clock and guys were still showing up. But ; Cat was horny. Having one of her bimbos take entrance fees was just ; asking for fraudulent entry, but fuck it! A few freebies would be ; worth a good fuck.
; ; "Mony!" she called to the red-haired bimbo who had just finished ; taking it up the ass by a big black linebacker. "Come watch the door ; and take the customers' money!"
; ; Mony smoothed down her kilt and came to her Mistress' assistance. Just ; then to tall, gangly looking young men showed up at the door, cash in ; their rather large hands. They were identical twins brothers and their ; feet were also quite large. Mistress Cat grinned. These were hers.
; ; "Hello, boys!" she exclaimed, taking their cash and stuffing it ; between Mony's freckled tits. "You're with me!"
; ; She took their large hands by the wrists and put one on each tit and ; one on each ass cheek.
; ; "Oh my god!" said one of the twins.
; ; "Goddess," Cat corrected "You boys ever do the same girl at once?"
; ; "Uh, no ma'am," said one young man.
; ; "Would you like to do me?" she asked. "I'd just looove to fuck two ; identical cocks at once!"
; ; She wiggled her ass in their hands. The twins giggled nervously and ; let themselves be lead to the main room.
; ; "Out of my way, bimbos," she demanded, and three bimbos scurried off ; the couch Cat wanted, revealing one of the police officers that was ; underneath them. He looked about confused, then one of the bimbos ; grabbed him and lead him to another corner of the house. Mistress Cat ; started kneading the twins' crotches within their pants. They were ; very well endowed!
; ; "Get your pants off, boys! I need you inside me now!"
; ; The twins blushed and stripped. They were long, hard, thick and veiny.
; ; "YES!" Cat exclaimed. "You, lie on the couch!"
; ; The twin she pointed at did as he was his told and his dick pointed ; skyward. Cat laughed then straddled him, her cunt engulfing his ; member. He grinned in utter bliss, then his face disappeared between ; her tits as she fell forward and turned her attention to his brother.
; ; "You! Get that hard pecker in my ass! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"
; ; The twin did as instructed, aimed his cock at her bunghole as she ; spread her cheeks and rammed it home. With two long hard cocks in her, ; Cat was in heaven. She humped and humped, yelling out obscenities. Her ; bimbos watched in delight, fingering themselves and each other.
; ; Mistress Cat arched her back and reached back to curl her fingers in ; the curly pubic hair of the twin plumbing her asshole, encouraging him ; to fuck her harder. His brother stared up at the huge knockers hanging ; above him as Cat's pussy squeezed and squeezed him.
; ; "Bimbos!" she called. "Suck my titties!"
; ; Eight girls came forward, bared her bosom, and enthusiastically gave ; her eight hickies on her huge bimbotits. Life was good. The twins ; started to come at the same instant and filled her cunt and ass with ; hot sticky spunk. Cat through her head back and roared.
; ; "Dude, it's that crazy slut we was doin'!"
; ; Cat heard a voice that seemed vaguely familiar. She looked about and ; found Marissa being approached by the same two guys that Catherine had ; chased away from her roommate a lifetime ago.
; ; "No fuckin' way!" said the other one. Chet, she thought his name ; was. "That slut's tits weren't no where that big!"
; ; "So she got a boob job, dumb ass!" said Derek.
; ; "Hi!" said Marissa, sticking out her chest. "Wanna play hide the ; sausage?"
; ; "Dude! I told you it was her!"
; ; Catherine pushed away her bimbos from her tits, then patted her twin ; studs by way of thank you. She slipped deflating cocks out of her ; holes and approached her former roommate and her suitors.
; ; "Marissa's really horny," Marissa was explaining. "Nice boys wanna ; fucky-fucky?"
; ; "Yeah, dude! Let's do it!" said Derek.
; ; "I dunno, man. What if her crazy roommate shows up?" said Chet.
; ; "Oh, I don't think you have to worry about her," said Mistress ; Cat. "That bitch is gone for good."
; ; Marissa giggled. The boys turned to do a double take at Cat's ; tits. What little attention they gave to her face wasn't enough for ; them to recognize her.
; ; "Wow! You're hot!" said Derek. "Do you wanna, like, you know..."
; ; "Maybe later," said Cat. "Right now I wanna watch you two fuck this ; bimbo-whore from both ends."
; ; "Goodie-goodie!" exclaimed Marissa, and hopped about to jiggle her ; tits.
; ; Derek and Chet grinned and Cat undid their pants for them. Cat offered ; Derek's cock to Marissa, who immediately squatted and started slurping ; at it. She led Chet by his cock to the other side of Marissa and bent ; to slap her ass until Marissa straightened her knees to present her ; pussy. Cat threaded Chet's pecker into Marissa's cooze and he ; proceeded to fuck her.
; ; "Harder, boys, harder!" Mistress Cat prompted. "That ain't no blushing ; virgin! She's a skanky bimbo slut! Don't be gentle--try to meet in the ; middle!"
; ; Marissa groaned around Derek's cock as he slammed it down her ; throat. Chet pistoned like a jack-hammer in her cunt. Cat grinned. It ; was almost perfect. But not quite.
; ; Cat looked about and found what she needed, retrieved it, and returned ; to the blonde bimbo being drilled from both ends.
; ; "You're doing good boys, but you're completely neglecting one of her ; best holes!" Cat told them.
; ; She then took her biggest knobby black dildo and screwed it into ; Marissa's asshole. Marissa squealed her gratitude. Mistress Cat was ; glad to help. After all, Marissa was her best friend.
; ; The End
; ; Thanks to Mike for lending me his girlfriend and her sorority ; sisters. Anybody else out there with candidates for a BimboTech story? ; Send me a picture, a description, and a wish list and I'll see what I ; can do. No minors or celebs, please. ; ;