A Recruiter

Christina’s new body made clothes optional most days.

She woke the next morning with Josh’s tongue already buried in her permanently puffy cunt, heavy new tits resting on her chest like warm, sensitive weights. She came twice before she even opened her eyes properly, thighs clamped around his head, fingers tangled in his hair. When she finally let him up, his face was shiny and his thick cock was leaking a steady string onto the sheets.

“Good himbo,” she purred, voice still rough. “Today we’re working. Warren sent the first list. We’re going recruiting.”

Josh’s empty eyes lit up with pure, stupid enthusiasm. “Recruiting. Yes, Christina. Do I get to fuck the new women if you say the words?”

“If they’re good girls and their boring men agree to the terms.” She swung her thick ass out of bed, heavy tits swaying, and stretched until her back cracked. Her cunt was already wet again. The patch hadn’t just changed her body. It had turned every social interaction into foreplay. “Shower. Then the tight black dress that doesn’t fit anymore. No bra. No panties. I want them to see what a real BimboTech upgrade looks like.”

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The first target was a couple from the local country club: Brad and Melissa. Brad was forty, soft, and the kind of man who thought “date night” meant a steak and a polite handjob once a month. Melissa was thirty-four, pretty in a repressed way, and had been staring at Josh’s bulge for weeks at the club pool.

Christina invited them over for “drinks and conversation about an exclusive lifestyle opportunity.”

They showed up at seven. Melissa’s eyes went wide the second Christina opened the door. The black dress was a joke—stretched tight over massive tits, tiny waist, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. Her thick nipples were clearly visible. Her puffy cunt lips were already dampening the inside of her thighs.

Josh stood behind her, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, thick cock outlined like a threat.

“Come in,” Christina said, smiling like pure sex. “Shoes off. Hands where I can see them. We’re going to have a very honest evening.”

By the time the first bottle of wine was open, Melissa was openly staring at Josh’s cock and Brad was trying not to adjust himself. Christina didn’t bother with subtlety. She sat on the couch, spread her legs just enough for the scent of her wet cunt to reach them, and laid it out.

“My husband is a professionally adjusted himbo,” she said casually, reaching over to give Josh’s thick shaft a slow stroke through the sweatpants. “He fucks like a machine, thinks with his cock, and only puts it in people I give permission for. I got upgraded too. Bigger tits. Needier cunt. Zero jealousy. We share. We perform. We cuck boring men while their wives get ruined. And Warren’s service is always looking for new couples who want the same thing—either as clients or as… product.”

Melissa’s cheeks were scarlet. Her nipples were hard under her blouse. Brad looked like he was about to short-circuit.

Christina smiled wider. “Would you like a demonstration before you decide?”

Melissa whispered yes so fast it was almost a moan.

Christina turned to Josh, still stroking him. “You may fuck Melissa. Right here on the living room floor. Make it filthy. Make her husband watch every second. And Melissa?” She looked at the other woman. “You’re going to thank me while he ruins you. Loudly.”

Josh’s sweatpants were gone in two seconds. His heavy cock sprang free, already dripping. Melissa scrambled out of her clothes with shaky hands and got on all fours on the thick rug without being asked. Josh mounted her like the dumb, perfect animal he was—one long, wet thrust that made her cry out and drop to her elbows. He started fucking her in deep, powerful strokes, heavy balls slapping, thick cock glistening as it pistoned in and out of her married cunt.

“Thank you—” Melissa gasped immediately. “Thank you for letting him fuck me—oh god it’s so big—thank you, Christina—”

Brad sat frozen on the armchair, soft cock twitching uselessly in his khakis. Christina stood, peeled the tight dress up over her heavy tits and thick ass, and walked over to him naked. She straddled his lap facing outward so he had a perfect view of Josh destroying his wife, then reached back and pulled his face between her massive breasts.

“Watch,” she ordered, voice husky. “Watch my man-whore himbo turn your wife into a dripping mess. You’re not allowed to touch your little cock. You’re not allowed to cum. You’re just going to sit there and smell my cunt while he finishes inside her.”

Brad made a broken sound against her tit. Christina ground her puffy, soaking cunt against the bulge in his pants—just enough pressure to torment, never enough to get him off—while Josh railed Melissa harder. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Melissa was moaning thank-yous on every thrust now, drooling onto the rug, ass rippling every time Josh bottomed out.

Christina got bored of teasing Brad after a few minutes. She climbed off him, dropped to her hands and knees beside Melissa, and presented her own dripping cunt.

“Josh. Pull out of her and fuck me. Show her husband the difference between a boring wife and a properly upgraded slut.”

Josh obeyed instantly. He pulled out of Melissa with a filthy wet sound, shifted over, and drove every thick, shiny inch into Christina’s puffy cunt in one brutal thrust. She cried out in pure slutty joy, heavy tits swinging. He fucked her with the same mindless power, and she made sure Brad had a perfect side view of that massive cock stretching her open.

“Look at how I take him,” she panted at Brad. “Look at how wet I am. This is what your wife could be if you both sign up. Or what she could be while you stay denied and watch.” She reached out, grabbed Melissa by the hair, and pulled the other woman’s mouth to her tit. “Suck. While my himbo ruins me.”

Melissa latched on like she was starving. Christina moaned loud and filthy, one hand in Melissa’s hair, the other reaching back to spread her own ass so Brad could see Josh’s thick cock disappearing into her cunt over and over. She came hard that way—squirting around Josh’s shaft, tit in Melissa’s mouth, eyes locked on Brad’s devastated face.

She didn’t let Josh finish inside her. She pushed him back, spun around, and took his messy cock into her mouth still slick with both women’s cum. She sucked him with deep, greedy strokes, heavy tits bouncing, until he was whimpering. Then she pulled off and aimed him at Melissa’s open, begging mouth.

“Cum in her. Fill the married slut. Then she can thank me properly.”

Josh’s orgasm was obscene. Thick, heavy ropes of cum pulsed across Melissa’s tongue and lips and cheeks while he stroked every drop out, moaning thank-yous to Christina the entire time. The second he finished, Christina pushed Melissa onto her back, straddled her face, and lowered her dripping, freshly fucked cunt onto the other woman’s cum-covered mouth.

“Clean me up,” she ordered. “Taste what a real himbo leaves behind. And Brad? Keep watching. This is the lifestyle you’re going to pay for.”

Melissa licked like her life depended on it. Christina rode her face to another orgasm, heavy tits heaving, while Josh knelt beside them and softly stroked his still-half-hard cock, waiting for the next order. Brad looked like he had forgotten how to breathe.

When Christina finally lifted off, Melissa’s face was a shiny, ruined mess of cum and cunt. Christina leaned down and kissed her deep and filthy, sharing the taste, then looked at Brad with pure, predatory heat.

“Contract is on the coffee table,” she said sweetly. “Sign and you both get regular access to my himbo… under my rules. Refuse and you go home with a hard-on and a wife who now knows exactly what she’s missing. Choose.”

Brad signed. His hand shook so hard the signature was almost illegible. Melissa signed under it while still licking residual cum off her lips.

Christina smiled, stood, and gave Josh’s thick cock one slow, proprietary stroke.

“Good boy. You did perfect. Now go clean up while I call Warren and tell him we just closed our first couple. Then I want you to fuck me again on top of their signed contract.”

Josh’s empty smile was pure devotion. “Yes, Christina. Clean up. Then fuck you on the contract. Thank you for letting me be your recruiting cock.”

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They closed three more couples that week.

A pair of professors who thought they were “sexually adventurous” until Josh’s cock and Christina’s new body showed them what adventurous actually looked like. A personal trainer and her soft fiancé who ended up with the trainer riding Josh while Christina sat on the fiancé’s face and told him he wasn’t allowed to cum for a month. A bored housewife and her workaholic husband who only came over for “coffee” and left with the wife’s cunt full and the husband’s balls aching.

Every session followed the same beautiful pattern: Christina’s heavy tits and puffy cunt as the sales pitch, Josh’s thick, permission-locked cock as the product demo, and a ruined, denied husband as the closing argument. She fucked women. She fucked men (when she felt like it, and only after they’d watched their partners get destroyed first). She made Josh fuck her in front of all of them while she narrated how much better her upgraded cunt was. She came until she was shaking and then made the new recruits lick her clean.

Warren was delighted. He started sending her a commission for every couple she brought in, plus early access to any new himbo or bimbo units that came through the office. Christina bought a bigger bed. Then a fuck-bench. Then a collar for Josh that said *Property of Christina – Ask Permission* in pretty script.

By the end of the month she was Warren’s top recruiter, her heavy tits and permanent slutty smile the best advertisement BimboTech had ever had. Josh remained perfectly, blissfully stupid—hard whenever she wanted, grateful for every order, and completely incapable of putting his cock in anyone without her clear, verbal permission.

And Christina?

Christina was never jealous again.

She was too busy cumming, recruiting, and deciding whose turn it was!