Make Pauline the bigger bimbo.

(Author's note: skipping ahead in time a bit. Feel free to imagine the rest of the threeway however you like. Also, if other writers want to play, this would be a great split point.)

"That was fun," Jacob said as he helped Pauline out of the passenger seat of her Mustang. "We should totally have you over for brunch again soon."

Pauline giggled and leaned heavily into him. She tried to kiss him, missed, and ended up sucking on his shoulder. Jacob had left the BimBow on her for the rest of their sex session and for the short drive home. Each tit was bigger than her head now and she could barely string a sentence together even before Jacob had encouraged her to finish off the bottle of vodka.

Jacob steered his wife's friend to the elevator of the parking garage of her condo, a helpful hand on her ass. Getting her leggings back on had been a challenge but luckily the fabric was fairly stretchy. It was stretched thin over bubbled booty and she was sporting an epic camel toe, but at least she wasn't naked. The sports bra and tank top were nonstarters but Jacob was an XL, so with some stretching, one of his t-shirts had been made to fit, albeit obscenely. Her headlights were definitely on.

"I better take Jilly's barrette back," Jacob said, unclipping the BimBow from Pauline's chaotic mane of red hair. It almost reached her ass now.

"My B.B.F.F.!" Pauline exclaimed. "Luv her so mush!"

"Of course you do, Pauline!" he said. "What's not to love!"

He had left Jilly at home, drunk, though not as drunk as Pauline, and surfing the internet looking for fun things to do with her big bazooms. Jacob had promised to buy her clothes that would fit them when he got back.

Jacob had a plan. It had seemed like a better plan in the afterglow of having two gorgeous bimbos worshipping his cock, but it was the only plan he had so he was going for it.

At some point, people were going to find out Jillian had transformed into the delightful cock-sucking bimboslut he had come to adore. Inevitably, questions would be asked as to how, exactly, that had happened. And those questions would no doubt be pointed at him.

IF Jilly was the only suddenly bimbofied woman.

But now she wasn't. Pauline was clearly the bigger bimbo. If anyone asked, she'd already been this way when she showed up at his house that morning. And she'd clearly spread whatever 'bimbo virus' she was carrying to his wife, who had been a perfectly normal-boobed lawyer when he left to take Pauline home.

Neither bimbo was going to be too reliable at laying out timelines, if anyone asked them.

And the more women Jacob could get to wear the BimBow, the more confusing things would be, the less likely anyone would tag Jilly as "bimbo zero" and the less likely Jacob would be identified as the cause. His initial list of women he'd like to use the BimBow on would need to wait. Random was better.

But how would he get a magical pink barrette on random women? That was the challenge!

Jacob hit the button for the seventh floor of Tower B where a ransacking of Pauline's pocket book indicated she lived, thankfully alone.

*I suck balls…" Pauline mumbled, then giggled, apparently remembering how he had teabagged her with fondness, then she squeaked as the elevator lurched upwards and grabbed hold of him.

The elevator stopped when they reached the first floor.

"Fuck," said Jacob.

"Okay!" said Pauline.

The doors opened to reveal a woman. A lone woman. A RANDOM lone woman.

Did she know Pauline? Regardless, what would she think of the drunken bimbo?

And perhaps most importantly, how could Jacob get the BimBow on her head?