You win

You're the better bimbo! Yay! You climb over the defeated Christina to claim your reward of Michael's cock. It feels sooooo good inside you, even better than last time now that it isn't dressed in a silly condom. Like, who cares if he knocks you up with his jizz? You can still be pregnant and a bimbo, duh!

You ride Michael hard like a good bimbo should. Michael was sooo smart to take you and Christina to the room for bimbos. You didn't realize it before, but you make a really good bimbo. You can't wait to leave the lab and get back home and show off your new bimbo look to all your friends, especially the men. Or did Michael say being a bimbo would wear off? You can't remember. You're so happy Michael is here to take care of you.

Michael lifts you off his cock, obviously wanting to change positions. You roll onto your hands and knees, and he strokes your big bimbo ass. You were always proud of your bubble butt, but now it seems even bigger, heftier. Has it grown? You can't remember. All you know is that you're breathless with anticipation as Michael positions the tip of his cock against your asshole and gently pushes forward. His cock is so big and hard, and it feels so right that your master is taking you up the ass. You've never done anal before, but you're pretty sure that a bimbo is an obedient ass-slut, among other things.

Your long, fake bimbo fingernails dig into the sheets of Master's bed as he reams your tight asshole. Your hoop earrings jiggle back in forth in time with big boobs as you moan. The friction of his cock in your asshole is so good, you just know you'll come again soon. You feel like a million bucks. Why do people call dollars "bucks" anyway? You can't remember. That's why your Master is here. He remembers these things. You just fuck.

Your friend--what was her name? You can't remember--gets herself off watching the two of you go at it again and again. Master cums inside your ass, then you lets her clean him off with her mouth before he tit-fucks you with his semi-flaccid cock. Eventually, tired and--at least on Master's part, spent--the three of you collapse into the sodden sheets and have a well-deserved nap.