Hold on tight!

"Fuck," Jacob muttered, then ran after her. She was so close, He just knew it! A few more minutes under the BimBow's influence and she'd be his willing fuck toy! But he needed those minutes. And damn it, he was going to get them!

"Yvonne, I can explain!" he insisted as he caught up to her in Pauline's front room.

But rather than explain, he caught her from behind in a bear hug, his arms crossing under her massive rack. She squealed in protest and tried to wriggle out of his arms but he held her tighter and leaned back to lift her off her feet. She kicked impotently at the air and squealed again.

"Yvonne, listen to me! Please listen!" he yelled. "What's happening to you is perfectly normal!"

"No, it's not!" she denied. "My hair is purple! You turned my hair purple!"

"But that's just it, Yvonne! I didn't turn your hair purple! You did!" he said.

"Wait... what?" she asked.

"You subconsciously changed your hair, Yvonne!" Jacob said. "It's your favorite color, right? You chose to adopt your true form! You're a bimbo, Yvonne! And your bimbo powers are finally manifesting!"

"That...that doesn't make any sense!" she insisted.

"See, I told you!" Jacob said. "Things aren't making sense because you're a bimbo! Bimbos are confused, so of course things make less sense as you reach your true bimbo form!"

"I... I'm not a bimbo…" she objected with much less confidence.

"You're a big, beautiful bimbo, Yvonne," he said, letting her rest her feet on the floor again. "You must have known you were a bimbo when you first grew these."

He shifted his grasp to clutch at her rack and pull her tighter against his chest. She gasped and moaned.

"These are big, beautiful bimbo boobies, Yvonne," he said. "They prove you're a big, beautiful bimbo!"

"They... they're just big because I'm fat…" she said.

"But you're not fat anymore, Yvonne," he pointed out. " And you still have big, beautiful bimbo boobies! Big, beautiful bimbo boobies and they feel so good!"

"So….so good…" she conceded as he kneaded. "So big...so good…"

She wasn't resisting at all now. She leaned back into him.

"You've got big, beautiful bimbo boobies," he whispered into her ear.

"I've got big, beautiful bimbo boobies," she agreed, then giggled softly.

"Because you're a big, beautiful bimbo," he whispered. "Right?"

"Right…" she said, shuddering in his grasp. "I'm a big, beautiful bimbo!"

"That's tight, Yvonne, you big beautiful bimbo with your big, beautiful, fuckable titties," he said. "Now, do you really want me to let you go?"

She shuddered again.

"No...no….I wanna stay…." she breathed "I want…."

She went quiet. He let go of her rack, grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. She looked at him with big, dazed lavender eyes, plump lavender lips trembling.

"What do you want, Yvonne?" he asked. "Tell me."

"I….I want you to kiss me, Jack!" she confessed.

Jacob started, having forgotten he had given her a false name when they met, but he recovered quickly and gave the bimbo what she wanted. He kissed her and she melted and moaned, no trace of resistance as his tongue probed her mouth and his hands perused her prodigious ass. Jacob's cock rallied once again and Yvonne rubbed against the growing bulge in his pants.

At last, he broke off the kiss, a streamer of spittle connecting their lips, a crazed hunger in the newly born bimbo's eyes.

"Did you like that, Yvonne?" he asked.

"Oh yes!" She said. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! I shouldn't, but I like it!"

"Why shouldn't you like it, Yvonne?" he asked, concerned.

She giggled guiltily.

"You're married, Jack!" she said.

"Oooooh," he said. "Was that the problem? Yvonne, my wife Jilly is a bimbo too. And she LOVES it when I fuck other bimbos. She's the one that got Pauline so drunk this morning while talking her into fucking me in front of her."

The purple-headed bimbo squealed and covered her mouth in surprise.

"That's so naughty!" she exclaimed, then giggled.

"But there's nothing wrong with being naughty, is there Yvonne?" he asked. "Naughty is fun! Kissing me was naughty, but you had fun didn't you?"

Yvonne blushed and nodded concession.

"And Pauline fucking me in front of my wife was naughty, but we all had fun," he said, and she shuddered.

"And if I were to fuck you in front of my wife, she'd have fun, and I'd have fun, and you'd have lots and lots of fun, because you're a naughty, horny, horny, naughty bimbo, aren't you Yvonne?" he reasoned.

The bimbo sucked a finger and nodded.

"Say it, Yvonne," he said. "Tell me you're a horny, naughty bimbo."

"I'm <giggle> a horny, naughty bimbo... with big, beautiful... titties!" she said, purple eyes gleaming.

"And would you like me to fuck you in front of my wife like the naughty bimboslut you've always wanted to be?" he asked.

"YES!" she agreed.

"Then we should probably practice," he told her. "Let's get you out of that dress."

Yvonne giggled.

"So horny!" she exclaimed as Jacob pulled the sundress over her head.

The bulging flesh squeezing out of her bra indicated that the BimBow had felt she had, indeed, needed more tittie. Once he managed to free her of it though, it didn't look like she would need new bras. Her magically transformed rack jutted out spectacularly with a firmness and bounce that belied their size.

"Now THOSE are some big bazooms!" he exclaimed.

"I have big bazooms!" Yvonne exclaimed, throwing back her shoulders and shaking her bazooms back and forth, setting off a Newton's craddle of boobies. "I'm a naughty, horny bimbo!"

"Yip!" Twinkles agreed, having exited Pauline's bedroom.

"Twinkles!" she exclaimed. "Do you like Mommy's big bazooms?"

"Yip! Yip!" the little dog said, evoking giggles.

"Of course he likes them!" Jacob said.

"Do you like them, Jack?" she asked. "Do you like my big bazooms? Do you like my big, beautiful bimbo boobies?"

In answer, he hefted her left tittie, ducked down and sucked hard on her nipple.

"OH yes! Oh God yes, Jack!" she exclaimed, stroking his head. "Suck my titties! Suck my bimbo titties!"

"Gotta make 'em match," he said, flicking her engorged left nipple and then moving over to suck at the right, reaching down to stroke her crotch through her white cotton panties, which he found she had soaked through.

She moaned. He straightened to look in her dazed lavender eyes.

"You need to be fucked, you horny little bimboslut," he observed.

"Yes! Yes! I need to be fucked!" she agreed. "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me now!"

Jacob squatted to peel off her panties and was delighted to find Yvonne's pubes had also turned that unnatural lavender hue.

"Such a pretty pussy!" he praised, inserting a finger and giving it a playful swirl, making her tremble and gibber.

Pauline had a low-backed grey couch that would serve. Jacob stripped off his clothes and led the bimbo to it with a hand on her tremendous ass. He sat down, his cock pointing up at her. He waggled it at her and she squealed.

"Do you like cock, pretty bimbo?" He asked.

"I like cock!" she declared.

"Then mount up and ride, cowgirl!" he urged.

The purple-headed bimbo squealed and straddled him, then guided his cock into her gushy pussy. He had no idea how sexually experienced she had been before, but under the influence of the BimBow, she mounted him like a pro.

"Soooo Gooood!" she exclaimed as her cunt engulfed him. "Soooo fucking goooood!"

Jacob had chosen this position with two things in mind: her big bazooms. He grabbed at them enthusiastically as she began to undulate her hips. Her purple eyes went wider as he squeezed her nipples. The BimBow had even turned those nipples an unnatural lavender.

"Ride me, you horny slut," he commanded. "Ride me hard! You were made to be fucked!"

"Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Made to be fucked! Made to be fucked!"

Twinkles the dog yipped his agreement and scampered around in celebration.

Jacob let go of her tits and grabbed hold of her hips, increasing the pace of their fuck and letting her big bazooms bounce freely. They were spectacular!

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!" Yvonne exclaimed, then started shaking her head back and forth and squeaking.

"That's right!" Javob gasped. "You're a good lil' fucktoy! Good bimboslut! Here we go….her we go...time to... fill you….up!"

He groaned and arched his back and exploded into her as she quivered and drooled. Once he was done pumping her full of chowder, she collapsed on top of him in a sweaty, thick mass of bimbo flesh, gurgling in gratitude. Jacob stroked her purple hair, enjoying the feel of her massive tits against his face as their mixed juices dribbled onto Pauline's couch. His hand brushed the BimBow. He supposed she was probably sufficiently transformed.

"Are you a bimbo, Yvonne?" he asked.

"I'm a big, fuckable bimbo!" she agreed, then giggled. "My dream came true!"

That would do, then. He unclipped the barrette and palmed it. No reason she needed to know it existed at all. Jacob felt self satisfied, and not just because he'd fucked three different bimbos before noon. His plan could work! Any investigation would find Pauline too far gone to be able to say how she got this way and another woman in her building who believed she wished herself into bimbohood and had fucked a guy named "Jack".

Should he try to transform one more woman in Pauline and Yvonne's building, just to make sure it was 'ground zero' for any investigation? And what should he do with Yvonne?