Chapter 19: The Bimbo Within

Mathias looked out over the silent front lawn of the Maximus estate.

Nude. Of Course. He rarely wore clothing when he was in his own domicile.

Behind him, in a post coital slumber on a massive king-sized bed, were his three favorite sluts. All enhanced with the best upgrades, all trained to realize the true nature of their existence, to worship and serve his swaying cock.

He had forgotten their names a long time ago. When you spend most of your days dominating women, they all tended to bleed together. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure they didn’t know their own names. They all referred to themselves in the third person as “this ****” around him and preferred themselves as his objects. By design. A perfect and grand design.

It took him decades to perfect this. Taking over his brother’s company, restructuring it through several hostile takeovers of other companies, raising funding through shrewd and frankly barely ethical business transactions, all to produce the wet and mewling things behind him.

He honestly thought that it would take a few decades more to hit phase 2, but sometimes fate throws you wonderful opportunity. Jenna Franklin.

Mathias felt his cock twitch and raise to half-mast.

He had studied the photos that Wendy managed to sneak of her lab when Jenna was class at The Factory. An interesting design indeed. Truly something that could help the world at large.

Mathias chuckled at that thought. He had no intention of exploring the practical uses of her work. He only saw what Jenna could do for him. With the right tests, Phase 2 could kick into high gear in a few months rather than a few decades. He could see It in his mind’s eye. That pissant Dr. Williams cowering in a corner as a subservient Beth sucked his cock and declared him the new director of The Factory. From there, his dream would truly become a reality.

Then of course, the bonus. Jenna Franklin.

He had constantly thought of ****. Different schemes to pay back Marsha for the indignity that she placed upon him time and time again. Yet here she was, her own daughter, ripe for the picking.

He imagined her. Jenna. Bent over in front of him, transformed into his new ideal, a perfect replacement for the three creatures that currently occupied his bed. A perfect whore, one designed to be his and his alone. One that would sire his heir, his true heir, not a second place nephew of impure design.

She would dutifully wait for him on her knees as he came home from work to suck his cock, then she would make him dinner, showering him with devotion. As they all should. She would denounce her Father and Mother, and they would watch in dismay as Mathias pumped their darling daughter full of his pure seed.

And then Jenna would beg for more.

“Master, this **** is so wet for you again. Please, honor this **** with your cum again?” One of the sluts behind him cried as she spread her legs and rubbed her clit.

Mathias, now fully erect, turned and licked his lips as he effortlessly slid into the babbling bimbo in front of him, imagining her as Jenna Franklin calling for him, needing his essence and cum inside of her.

Patience, he though, as he pumped the ecstatic **** with his god-like appendage.

The best things always take time to fuck.

…

Tso had stopped crying about an hour ago, but she still clutched the box of tissues in front of her. It was a small bit of comfort that calmed her down from the hysterical mess she was in.

She was also watching in awe as Jenna and Nicoletta flowed effortlessly through the lab, jumping from different stations and equipment as the whole room whirred and came alive. It was like watching an effortless dance of beakers and chemistry. The large tank whirred as a solution created from Tso’s own **** cocktail began to flow into one of the large pumps that would eventually fill the large tank.

Tso herself had changed into just a bathing suit and robe, wondering to herself if this was the right decision. She did just basically agree to be the first test subject in her friend’s new procedure at the behest of a Russian sex amazon. Yet deep down inside of her she felt that what else did she have to lose? She was already here, if this didn’t work, she would be on the first flight back to New York.

“And that should do it!” Jenna exclaimed, wiping sweat from her brow as the pumps began to fill the large holding tank with a brackish fluid, that oddly enough, was the shade of an effervescent and cloudy pink.

“All readings on the formulas check out, equipment tests are all showing green, and it is 09:45, we are fifteen minutes early little lamb.” Nicoletta chuckled as she climbed down from the staging area above the tank.

“So, what happens now Jenna?” Tso ask quietly as she stood up, still clutching the tissues.

“Ok, to properly administer the treatment, we will strap you into that sled and lower you into the tank until you are completely submerged. You will be hooked up to oxygen via a breathing apparatus. Think of it as a long session in a deprivation tank, all you need to do is take deep breaths and relax. If you ever feel nervous or in danger, push the button on the right arm of the sled and it will bring you back up to us immediately.” Jenna explained reassuringly.

“Um. Alright.” Tso replied as she put down the tissues and left the robe on the chair.

“Oh…and you have to be naked.” Jenna added as gently as possible.

“What! Why?”

“The solution may not permeate your skin under fabrics, at least that is what the test with rodents showed.”

Jenna could see the nervousness in her friend’s face, Tso was always anxious, but this was a level that Jenna had never seen before.

“Little one, think of it like this. It is just a big bubble bath in the end, nothing wrong with that.” Nicoletta said in a surprisingly warm tone that caught Jenna off guard for a second. She didn’t even seem capable of that emotion before.

“Fine, let’s just do this.” Tso grumbled as she stripped completely naked. The time so far at the factory had done her good, the exercise and diet made a formally thin rail frame quite fit. She still had a slender bust and ass, but overall, there was some fine improvement to Tso’s form. She noticed Nicoletta scanning her body up and down and covered up her chest and crotch.

“Tso, I didn’t know you shaved?” Jenna asked as she noticed the lack of body hair down south.

“I don’t, well, at least I didn’t. Ever since we started taking these **** I just did it one day. It has been growing back slower than usual.”

“That is the Nymphormazol. It readjusts your body hair growth so you don’t ever grow more than a delightful little bit of fuzz down there, perfect for styling, most of us though prefer to go nice and smooth.” Nicoletta said as she casually lowered her yoga pants to reveal a pristine and smooth shaved pussy.

Jenna immediately turned away and ushered Tso to the platform, hoping not to cause any errant sex thoughts to muck up what she had to do for the experiment. Nicoletta chuckled as she slid her pants back on and followed up.

They both strapped and adjusted the sled while Tso made herself as comfortable as possible. Jenna handed her the breathing apparatus, essentially a reconstituted scuba set up, and instructed her on how she had to breath out as she hit the water for it to work. With all the pre-checks reading green on her system…It was now the moment of truth.

“Ok…this is it. Tso, if you want to stop now is the time to say it. It is ok if you don’t want to.” Jenna reassured her as she rubbed her arm.

“No Jenna, it’s ok, I promised I would help you when we all agreed to come here, and even if this doesn’t work, at least I can say that I kept my word,” She said quietly as she laid back down on the gurney, “Ok…I am ready.” She said as she fit the breathing mask in between her lips.

Jenna looked at Nicoletta, who pressed a few keys and began to lower the sled into the vat. Tso felt the solution hit the bottom of her feet first, she could swear that she felt a tingling sensation like she was falling into a vat of seltzer. As the water level rose to meet her chest, Tso closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and breathed out as the water rose over her head until she disappeared completely beneath the cloudy pink water.

A few silent seconds passed before the second part of the program kicked in, and the specially designed coils in the walls of the tank began to hum. The water began to vibrate, showing almost mandala like ripple patterns as the process of activating the solution began.

“Ok. Well. Now all we have to do is wait.” Jenna said as she slid down the ladder and walked over to her computer showing both Tso’s lifesigns and the process time limit.

“Wait, indeed, we do have a while, no?” Jenna heard Nicoletta ask, followed by the sound of her jumping down.

“About 25 minutes if my calculations are right. The coils seem to be doing the job quite nicely, probably won’t even have to…” Jenna stopped as she turned around to see Nicoletta was now completely naked. Her ripped musculature looked even more intimidating, yet, it also seemed to be supple and curvaceous.

“Well? What are you waiting for little lamb? As you can see, I am already turned on.” She said mater-of-fact like as she parted her pussy lips with both hands, showing the dripping mess.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE FINALLY! You know we need to dive right in, right? It has been in our mind for so long!

Jenna didn’t respond out loud of course. She just stared at her naked companion bug-eyed. the soft thrumming of the chamber filled the room and the computer tracking the progress and Tso’s vitals behind her bathed her in a soft glow. It cast shadows that fell in the many ridges and valleys of her well-toned muscles.

“I mean, this is something to celebrate, the first step of your grand design, doing something that nobody has done before, carving your own path.” Nicoletta lectured as she approached the still stunned Jenna.

“But…I…we…monitor…” She babbled as she gestured towards the computer, indicating her desire to make sure Tso was alright.

“The alarm will sound if we need it, we are right here after all. Besides, I can tell you have been waiting for this moment for a while,” Nicoletta purred hungrily as she took off Jenna’s lab coat and let it fall to the floor “And I will not lie, so have I.”

Nicoletta embraced Jenna and pulled her into a deep kiss. Her tongue probing Jenna’s own and sharing her ardor with her. Almost 70 years of sexual experience made Nicoletta an expert in knowing when to push and pull the moments in intercourse, and her tongue artfully dancing between delicate play and firm exploration. Her lips were so soft, a distinct difference from the hardened exterior of Nicoletta’s body. She finished the kiss and pulled away, a trail of saliva falling out between the two.

“So little lamb, what do you say?” Nicoletta questioned as she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Jenna sat frozen. Her brain momentarily reorganizing what to do. Until. In a moment that she felt once before when she let Brad into her room at The Factory. Her thoughts poked their way in.

I need this, you need this, WE NEED THIS. Let me show you what we are capable of.

Jenna lurched forward, grabbed Nicoletta by the back of the neck and returned her kiss in spades. Unlike Nicoletta’s clear precision in the act, Jenna was wildly erratic. She didn’t have the years of training or the oral enhancements, so naturally she compensated with reckless lust. Nicoletta was stunned for a quick moment as Jenna attacked her, out of character, but then she began to get into it. She noted the change, she wanted to see more, she was curious ever since he saw her that first day when Beth was taking them on the tour.

Jenna pulled back, a wild smile on her face, as she quickly removed her top and sweatpants, now also standing fully naked.

“You’re right, I’ve wanted to devour that snow white pussy since you interrupted my last orgasm.” Jenna said in a lust charged tone as she stuck two fingers into her rapidly moistening cunt.

“Oh really? How presumptuous. Here I thought you were just a wide-eyed lamb, but now you sound like an eager wolf.” Nicoletta prodded as she mimicked her method, locking eyes with Jenna as they mutually masturbated to each other. Jenna’s body was seeing the effects of the **** and health adjustments in her first month. Nicoletta saw the potential in her body matching hers in due time, or maybe a healthy hybrid, like Marsha. She saw a slight change in her ass and breasts, maybe she would not even need upgrades.

“Maybe, I am a wolf, I just like to hide in sheep’s clothing most of the time, waiting for the right moment to reveal what I really want.” Jeanna moaned as she played with her nipples with her free hand, feeling her body begin to shudder as an orgasm started to roll over her body.

“And what would that be?” Nicoletta said with a genuine smile as she also came, feeling her pussy gush fluids onto her hand.

Jenna licked her fingers as she walked right up to Nicoletta, removed her hand, and inserted her own into the Russian’s hole and began to slowly move them in and out of her.

“To be like you, my mom, Beth, all of them. I want to suck. I want to fuck. I want to be the sexiest version of myself. The bimbo within me.” She moaned as she latched onto Nicoletta’s right tit, manipulating her nipple with her tongue.

Nicoletta gasped as the now adventurous Jenna fingered her with a surprisingly artful grace that matched her raw ferocity. She sensed no fault in her wishes. She was being genuine. Nicoletta could not help but admire the tenacity, but Jenna needed to be reminded that she had a long way to go, and no better teacher existed than her.

Nicoletta laughed as she pulled Jenna’s head from her breast and her hand from her pussy, firmly flaunting her immense strength. Jenna could only reply with a disappointed yelp, one that turned to wide eyed awe of the Russian’s control.

“You are eager, young lamb, but you are merely one month into this journey, don’t get to far ahead of yourself. Your raw talent is surprising, wonderfully so, but raw talent can only go so far.” She lectured as she lifted Jenna up by her waist and placed her on top of the lab table in front of her computer.

“To achieve what you want, you need to become a wolf, be a wolf, cunning, competitive, yet subtle. Wolves take what they want yes, but you need to prepare to get there, lest you be picked off by others.” Nicoletta continued as she inserted three fingers into Jenna’s pussy, immediately identifying her G-spot and pinging it like a boxer would a speed bag.

Jenna’s eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she could only respond with primordial moans and slurring exclamations of ecstasy. This was the power of a fully graduated Factory woman. Her mother had the same power, but it was more subdued and playful. Nicoletta was primal, mechanical, and she was making a point. Jenna could only mindlessly crave the shattering orgasms that the masterful Nicoletta was giving her. She wanted this power. She needed this power.

Nicoletta swiftly transitioned to her knees in front of the now cum drunk Jenna, wasting no movement as she began to eat her out. Her enhanced tongue delicately parted the slick lips and with clockwork precision darted out to periodically caress her clit. Jenna continued to roll into another orgasm at this point operating on animal instinct.

FUCK. YES. FUCK. MORE. MORE! WANT CUM AGAIN!

Even her inner thoughts had dissolved into just a chorus of wanton sexual insanity.

Nicoletta sensed this and set up to deliver the killing blow, she increased the pace of her mastication, rolling her tongue rapidly from clit to cunt and back. Jenna grabbed onto her long silver mane, holding her in place as she wailed in a final eruptive explosion. Her pussy fired off a stream of cum, covering Nicoletta in the sticky sweet liquid.

Nicoletta carefully laid the now despondent Jenna down onto the table safely, and licked her lips and fingers of the tasty cum.

Jenna came to her senses after about 60 seconds of white noise. Looking up to the cheerfully smiling Russian, who was still mostly covered in a layer of cum spray.

“Wha…how…we…” She stammered out as she sat back up, feeling the fatigue of the last 30 minutes hit her all at once.

Holy. Shit. We underestimated her. We came so hard. I. You. WE. Need to get to this level!

“I know you said that you wanted to dine on me. And frankly I am tempted to let you try, but let me make you a deal, I will help you keep tabs on your progress little wolf, and every time we hit a milestone in your work, we will do this again, and if you can survive a session with me without orgasm, you can eat my pussy as long as you want.”

Did she say she wanted to eat her pussy? Jenna could barely remember her own name. And do what they just did WITHOUT orgasming? She at least had 10 in a row, how would she be able to survive that?

Her slow mental recalibration was interrupted by a sudden ding from the computer.

The treatment was finished.

…

The last thing she remembered was falling under a cloud of murky and pink liquid, slowly watching the bubbles from her apparatus go upwards as she breathed out.

That made what she was seeing a definite dream.

Tso closed her eyes and fell asleep as the coils of Jenna’s tank began to hum, when she awoke, she was no longer in the tank, nor in The Factory at all. She was lying on a white sand beach, facing a perfectly blue ocean. She rose and turned to see a lush jungle, with a single pathway leading from the beach deeper in.

She began to walk down the path. Not questioning. Just knowing that this was the right thing to do in the moment, even if she was still wondering what this all was. The jungle featured varied plant life, and occasionally Tso saw various animals skittering beyond the path. Upon closer inspection, she could see that the fauna and flora where a mixed representation of her heritage. She saw the thick bamboo stalks and snow-white cherry blossoms of Japan, fully blooming near dense ferns and skittering insects native of Columbia. Two completely different ecosystems, clashing, yet combining. She was familiar with the theme; it was the same she tried to base all her fashion designs off. The wild colors of South America, the patterned beauty of Asia. All brought together in disjointed harmony.

Finally, Tso reached a medium sized clearing in the center of this jungle, where a large building stood. In matching with the ongoing theme, it looked like a harmonious union of an Incan pyramid and an ancient Japanese estate temple. The tan stonework steps parted shingled roofs that met a singular upper platform that Tso could barely make out, she could see what looked like curtains fluttering in the breeze.

She began to climb the steps. Seeing the top of the jungle fall below her and stretch as far as the eye could see. She eventually reached the precipice, where billowing curtains parted to reveal a central platform. It was littered with flowers and gilded urns of wine, plates of vibrant fruits and vegetables, and surrounding a central therapist style couch.

And on that couch. Was a woman.

She wasn’t looking at Tso at first, but she slowly turned her head and locked eyes with her.

Tso remained silent, but she probably would have gasped in shock if she could.

The woman sitting on the couch…was her…yet it wasn’t her…

The woman stood and began to step of the platform. Her hair was a mixture of amber and black, and it fell in a slick waterfall shape to the middle of her back. Her ass was not huge, but it was perky, and had a bolted-on quality to its symmetry. The same with her chest, a pair of perfect DDD cup breasts with two perky and forever pronounced nipples. They were obviously fake, designed to look fake, to a point that they would stop traffic. She was slightly taller than Tso, maybe by three inches, her legs were definitely longer, and they were propped up in a pair of 4-inch stilettos, made out of red leather. Tso then clocked her outfit, recognizing it immediately.

It was one of her first designs, a sundress that took inspiration from Incan grass outfits and the Japanese Yukata. That outfit was meant as formal wear. This interpretation was far from formal. It was morphed into a slinky body-hugging number, with a large slit up to the hip that somehow retained subtly but showed off enough to confirm this woman was not wearing underwear. The neckline no longer folded over like a yukata, but plunged deep to the belly button, showing off both the momentous cleavage and the top of her perfection level abs and physique. It was backless and ended right above her ass showing off delightfully firm back definition.

Jenna then found her face. It was her own face, but tweaked, perfected. Her skin tone was firmly within her Columbian roots, an amber brown that shone in the twilight, while her face remained the same, besides a slightly tweaked smaller nose and plump lips.

The woman sauntered her way to Tso, clacking across the stone floor in her heels with effortless movement. She came to a stop right in front of her and placed her hand on her hip.

“Who. I mean. What…” Tso stammered

“You know who I am.” The woman answered in Tso’s voice, her voice that was suddenly layered with a warm sensation of lust.

“Ok. So. What is all this?” Tso answered as the woman smiled a bit, showing off a bright white set of teeth.

“I have been waiting for a long time. I didn’t think you would ever find me. After last night I thought all was lost.” Tso replied, other Tso, the new Tso.

“What do you mean?”

“The wall we always had in our way. The thought that we were too small, too unseen to be noticed or loved, or lusted over. It almost caused you to quit, luckily Jenna stepped in, and now we can finally break that wall down together.”

Tso was lost in this woman’s…her own…eyes. They were her eyes, same color, no physical change, but they shone with a vibrant energy, a confident energy.

“So…are you supposed to be something that is yet to be?”

“Perhaps…a premonition maybe…a provided form for a lifetime’s worth of suppressed urges. What you do with our body is up to you of course, but I do have to say, the tits are phenomenal.” She giggled as she pulled the sides of the outfit to let her perfect round orbs fall out, teasingly licking her lips with a longer tongue than normal. An enhancement.

Tso was afraid. Yet. Excited. This pang was always there, this sensation of warmth, but it was always covered by doubt. Now it was here, in front of her, unfiltered, and the only thought she had was nervous excitement.

“Ok…so the wall is down, nothing can hold us…we…me…back. What happens now?” She said as she turned to herself.

“We wake up. Then we finally make the choices we want to make.” She said as Tso noticed the edges of the jungle begin to fray and fade to white. Her other self almost dissipated into a smoke like mirror image, closing the distance, and cupping a graceful finger under Tso’s chin.

“Choices that will lead to what we want. Grace. Beauty. This body…” She said as she dissolved onto Tso, seeping into her being, passing through her body like a shadowy ghost, “…Oh, and of course, Amar. Amar’s lips. His eyes. His mind. His touch. His cock. All finally ready for us.”

As the white noise blurred out the rest of the pyramid, the last shadow passed through Tso’s face, absorbing into her as her vision when full white.

“Finally ready for Me.”