The Bimbo

Tom turned in surprise at the voice behind him, his cock trailing a string of cum. The blonde in his open doorway wore a face he recognized.

Ellen gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my God! It's so big!"

She was as unrecognizable as Molly had been, but where Molly had the lithe form of a runner, Ellen was the perverse caricature of a porn star. Her face looked slathered in cheap makeup, her round, pink lips bulging like they were made to suck cock, which they were. Her ass couldn't be contained by her tight jeans so she simply left the top button undone, giving Tom a teasing show. Her pink tank top had a similar problem, her tits stretching the fabric to its absolute limit, leaving her midriff exposed. Every inch of her was the slutty image that Tom had imagined.

His cock dripped onto the hardwood floor.

"Heya, Ellie,” he said, as nonchalantly as he could with an exhausted, dripping Amazon behind him. “What'cha doing here?"

"Oh, um, Molldoll went to the store. And I was bored. And I heard noises, like sexy noises, and I got horny. I've been, like, super horny all the time for days. And Molldoll has been making me cum so I can focus, but she's not here." Her fingers twirled in her hair absentmindedly.

She looked confused like she forgot where she was going with this.

"I guess, hmm." She concentrated. "If you're having sex, that means you cum. And I heard sexy sounds. So I get to cum!" She brightened up as she realized this last point.

Tom blinked. "Oh, I understand. Molldoll isn't here, so you want me to help you cum?"

"Only I call her Molldoll." She admonished seriously. Her smile returned immediately after. "But yes please."

"Okay, why don't you take off what you’re wearing and bend over the couch."

"Okay!"

The clothes were off in an instant, and her ass was cheek to cheek with Jen who was still recovering. Tom took a moment to appreciate the difference in derrieres. Jen was sculpted, taught and firm. Ellen's was round and plump, larger and squisher, though not in a way Tom found unappealing. Her ass belonged in a music video. He gave it an experimental squeeze and it yielded under his strong hands.

She wasn't as tall as Jen so he lifted her up and pulled her down onto his dripping, waiting cock. Ellen let out a surprised "Oh!"

He began bouncing her up and down, pulling her back into the same arching kiss that he had given Jen. As he slammed into her he groped her chest mercilessly, her newfound sensitivity forcing her to the edge with every squeeze and tweak. The fingers on his other hand hooked into her mouth, overloading her brain. Tom had almost forgotten all the changes he had made until he felt her tongue slide across his fingers, and her pussy responded with wet tremors.

For a moment, Ellen struggled. She’d never had anything inside her like this- nothing even close. The sensations were all new. No cold plastic or soft silicone. The veins along Tom’s cock pulsed inside her, the head flared as she moaned. Something deep inside of her opened up to him. A raw animalistic need, too primal to be spoken, erupted out of her as moans, as pleading, as begging for more. The nanites had triggered an overproduction of her lubricating fluids, and her wild, **** desire to cum compounded it. Warm, wet juice splashed against his cock as he slid in again, spurted down her legs, soaked into the back of the couch. Her flesh quivered with each thrust.

“Yes, yes! More more…nnnggghhh.” The words in her mouth melted as Tom pulled her hips back. It felt inside of her like there was nothing left; just cock. No room for anything else ever again but his shaft. Her body was a ventriloquist’s doll, the words from her mouth and the movement of her limbs no longer under her own control.

The lights in Jen’s mind started to blink back on. Next to her over the back of the couch, the shaking, quivering mess of what used to be Ellen, now just a ****, drooling toy. Jen looked back to see Tom’s cock again. Fuck, that cock owned her, owned them both. The thought of being a **** to it made her pussy twitch, forcing it to spill out more of Tom’s cum.

Tom noticed her start to stir, and stopped thrusting, buried deep enough in Ellen he was sure he felt her heartbeat. “Jen, those titties aren’t going to suck themselves.” He motioned to the bimbo’s body with an expectant wave. His hands landed on Ellen’s soft hips again, thrust, bounce, thrust, bounce.

The thought of taking orders from such a fucking stud trampled down any resistances she once had. Jen twisted, finally pulling her body over the back of the couch onto the cushions to lay, and slid herself underneath Ellen’s flailing body. Ellen’s hair fell over Jen’s face, her eyes unfocused, and over the couch cushions flopped her massive, enhanced mammaries. Tom lightened up his thrusting, allowing Jen to reach up with her lips and tease those hanging nipples.

As Jen’s tongue circled around one of her nipples, Ellen let out an impossibly long moan. It felt almost as good as the cock. She attempted to lift herself, but her limbs were jelly. She had **** but to surrender to it. Tom’s hips against hers, Tom’s cock filling her like a hand in a glove, Jen’s tongue and tender teeth licking and sucking her nipples. Ellen felt as if her soul left her body. The girl that was draped over the couch was no longer her, but a screaming, begging, gasping, drooling, quivering, cumming mess. She didn’t know if her thoughts would ever return. She hoped they never did. In this moment, her bimbo body fulfilled its aching purpose, designed for and controlled by this very thing.

Jen couldn’t help but use her free hand to play with herself. Her back arched with the pleasure of serving, the pleasure of watching another girl submit to her master. There was no hope for the couch, as cum and drool soaked into both sides of it, its frame shaken by Tom’s steadily increasing thrusts. As she felt another wave rise within her, she moaned into Ellen’s perfect titties, tongue slathering and eventually teeth biting a little harder than she meant.

The flood of cum dripping out of Ellen’s pussy soaked both of Tom’s legs. With each thrust, he thought more and more of his new perfect world. Millions of bimbos just like this one, perfect ass and full lips, dying for a piece of his cock. Each one ****, unable to be satisfied by an ordinary man. And they’re all mine, he thought to himself. The image reared up in his head, scores of bimbos and obedient Amazons throwing themselves at him. **** for his cum. It was this thought that pushed him over the edge.

“You want it, don’t you,” he growled mostly to himself. “You fucking need it.” Moaned responses came from both girls, no longer able to form words.

He imagined the **** plea from millions of his girls, Give it to me. And he broke. Cum welled up in him so suddenly and so hot that he nearly collapsed as it shot out of him. Ropes of jizz like water from a fire hose sprayed the inside of Ellen’s cunt, and leaked out in excess to the floor. He steadied himself on the couch frame. Below him, the two girls trembled in delight. He caught his breath, heavy and shallow.

“What the hell- Tom?”

“Ellen?!”