Not a bimbo but not the Mrs Noir you remember five minutes ago.

The Mrs Noir that you had meet earlier is no more the one currently sitting on your lap with your cock impaled in her womb is to your eyes at least fifteen years younger looking. Her hair that had been going a silvery grey has returned to a deep shinny black, the wrinkles and other signs of her age are gone from her skin. The breasts she is now rocking are an incredibly firm and perky pair of 34G cups that do not need your hands to support them now, not to mention the flab she had has been destroyed as she is now very slim and toned over her whole body.

The sounds of faint moaning coming from Mrs Noir as she slowly regains the ability to move again, tells you she is having a very nice time as he slowly stretches her new body. Looking at the wall in front of you it was a shame to waste all of that milk you think but you also had been trying to see if you could resist the stuff, all in all a very successful test you think on all counts.

Letting Mrs Noir get her feet under her as she gets off your cock she once she turns round you have to say your original estimate on her age was off you went to her fifty fifty birthday party only eight months ago now you would not put her at thirty five with her new killer body only question you have, is she herself or did she go bimbo in the end. " Mrs Noir how are you feeling you look a hell of a lot better I must say", only giving a murmured response as she runs her hands over body seductively or just checking herself out you do not know but it is a sight that is for sure.

Once she has given herself a once over and played with her nipples a little to see if anything would come out of them Mrs Noir answers you. " Well I do not really know how to answer that Frankie as good god I have a huge rack and look so dam hot it is scary, do I sound like a bimbo I do not feel like one I mean I can still do math and have no strange urge to dress like a slut at least".

Smiling you are glad as otherwise you do not know what to do or what you would have done with her, as she said she is showing no signs of being bimbo at least. If you take away the body which is clear sign of change it has been found that the bimbos right away want to wear only revelling clothing, will fuck anything that moves if offered, cannot do simple math will do anything anyone asks of them it seems and sound like the most stereo typical dumb blonde whore you could imagine in how they speak. Mrs Noir on the other hand outside of the body shows none of these signs and sounds the same as before, to you, " you are you Mrs Noir and I must say you have come out of this looking very nice".

Realising she is almost naked she tells you not to go anywhere and quickly leaves the room to go get changed, trying hard not to laugh it is funny how he has forgotten what has just happened and the fact she is in such a state is due to you shredding her jeans and getting her giant rack out of her old shirt. A short time latter Mrs Noir returns having changed into a deep crimson silk robe and she sits down across from you , " so young man full details please as I would love to know just what is going on and why you just pumped a gallon of baby making milk into me, not that I am sorry about it I would just love to know why it happened like that oh and why I look like this now and am not dead". The smile she gives is one that has you sitting up straight as you tell her just what has happened to you and the others in the last few weeks.