More Flavors!

Before you can even decide how many tasty girls you need, your decision is made for you. Someone enters the library. You shush the bimbos beneath the table with you and look out. You see a pair of cankles extending out of a grey dress. A large grey cleaning trolley rolls in front of them. You crawl out to see Canela Suarez, the school janitor. She is a Mexican immigrant, about 50 years old but looking much older from years of manual labor. You doubt she was ever pretty but now just looking at her makes you tired. She definitely fits the criteria for your world beautification project.

"Hi Canela!" you exclaim, getting up from beneath the table.

"AY DIOS!" she exclaimes, grabbing her chest. "Que? You scared me! Why are you here?"

"Just making bimbos!" you confess. "Would you like to be one?"

"Bimbo?" she asks in her thick Mexican accent. "Like the bread?"

"No! Bimbos! Like these girls!" you explain, and with a thought the three girls beneath the table are instead on top of the table, sprawled out and posing like they are in a photoshoot.

"Madre de Dios!" Canela exclaims.

"I think I'd like a cinnamon girl!" you tell her, focusing your power and sculpting the woman before you, shaving off years and worries, making her flesh full and firm, her skin lustrous and cinamon-colored, her hair glossy and lustrous and a deep brown.

Canela's eyes went went wide and she grabbed at a little gold cross that hung around her neck but with a thought from you in transforms into a little plastic cinnamon roll. Her grey cleaning uniform disolves, along with her underwear, leaving her in a teeny weeny bikini the same color of brown as her hair, with little white swirls over each nipple and at the small of her back. Her boobs and ass fill up firm and fine as the rest of her becomes slim and toned, her lucious legs shown off by soaring heels.

She looks down at her new body, dumbfounded.

"How?...Que?..." she stammers.

"You don't have to worry about it, Cinnabuns!" you tell her, coming up to rub her newly firm and rounded ass. "You don't have to even think about it! You just have to be the best bimbo you can be!"

"But...but I don't..." she stammers.

"You don't know how to be a bimbo?" you purposly misunderstand. "It's easy! It's as easy as these girls! Girls, show Cinnabuns how easy it is to be a bimbo!"

The three bimbos emerge from under the table and decend on their new sister, giggling, wiggling and jiggling as they go.

"Come on, Girlfriend!" Chocolatey Claire exclaims, pinching Cinnabuns ass and rubbing her big chocolate titties against her back. "Get yo' bimbo on! IT's niiiiiiice! giggle!"

"Ya! Is gud to be zer bimboslutzen!" CreamPuff testifies, accidentally sloshing beer on Cinnabuns' big brown boobies, giggling her apologies and then licking it off.

"Bimbos are the best of friends, Cinnabuns!" Cupcake tells her. "Won't you be our friend?"

And then the red head giggls and gives the brown bimbo a friendly pussy massage with one hand while twiddling her left nipple with the other.

You enjoy the look of mixed confusion, terror and arounsal on Cinnabuns' face, then take pity on her and start her mind swirling around and around in her head until it explodes in an orgasmic shower of bimbo-flavored goodness. She giggles and begins gropping and sucking on her bimbo sisters as enthusiastically as they continue to **** her.

Now you have four beautiful and tasty-sweet bimbos. How many bimbos would fit in the school library, you wonder.