Total Bimbofication

Rob waited outside of the Pink Room for sometime, trying to balance his eagerness, his expectations, and his patience. Sure, he had a pretty good idea what was to come, and it was slightly annoying to have to spend time away from the girls for this, but the rewards would be worth the wait. In addition to having another fawning **** in the form of the gorgeous Cynthia, having a reliable, repeatable form of hypnosis on his own property would be incredibly useful come the future, so Rob certainly could afford to be patient.

A couple hours after shutting it, the door to the Pink Room slowly crept open and Cynthia emerged from the pulsing pink light, entirely changed and unlike her former self. Her near palpable aura of coolness was entirely gone, as Cynthia no longer moved in sure, commanding strides, but lightly minced with feminine steps and sashays, wiggling her hips and butt with every movement.

Her breasts, already sizeable, ballooned and engorged to be equivalent with the trio already under Rob's sway, and as Rob watched their hypnotic jiggle with every flouncy step, it was clear Cynthia's bra had snapped in two. The buttons of her blouse were also at their limit, containing Cynthia's new titanic torpedo tits, with one or two already long gone and the others hanging on by the meanest of threads.

Just as her aura of coolness had gone, so had all the intelligence been drained from her face and eyes. Those cool, steely grey eyes were no replaced with pools of bright of brain blistering, mind melting pink. While wide and bright, her eyes held a naïve and gormless quality; wide-open and staring, but seeing very little. To hammer the point home, a faint spiral pattern revolved round and round within the bright pink irises Cynthia now possessed. And where before, Cynthia kept her expression guarded, neutral with maybe a small smile or smirk. Now, she wore a big, dumb grin on her face, vapid and clueless as her stare, but so unbelievably happy and sunny despite that.

And Rob's smile mirrored hers, as he saw the results before him, and the potential this Pink Room had.

"Hey, there handsome! Thank you soooo much!" The bimbofied Cynthia called, her low contralto now a melodic high-pitched cheer of pure sweetness and pink. "That room was, like, super awesome 'n stuff! I feel soooo much better now."

"You do?" Rob asked, approaching the new dimwitted blond bombshell, taking time to circle her and fully take in her new figure.

"Duh! Like, of course I do!" Cynthia giggled, taking handfuls of her massive, jiggling tits and shaking them. Another button went flying as she did. "Look at how big my boobies are now! Their, like, super yummy! All my smarties are gone, but that's okay, 'cause Cynthee is super horny, too!" Cynthee nattered on, one hand winding a lock of hair around her finger, while the other hand lightly rubbed the crotch of her pants. "You're super duper nice showing my all that pinky, Master. D'you wanna have some fun with Cynthee, teehee?"

"'Master'?" Rob repeated. "Am I your Master?" Cynthia giggled again, eyes lighting up as she looked Rob up and down.

"Silly Master, course you are. 'Cause the room told me you were. Plus you're super sexy and hot 'n junk! Even a bimbo as dumb as me can see you're my Master." Cynthia pressed forward, lowering herself, her massive breasts squishing against Rob's stomach, as she looked up at him, wantonly and expectantly. "So, you can, like, tell me what to do and stuff 'cause thinking is soooo hard. You be the brains and I be the... boobies 'n stuff~"

"Well, you make a convincing argument." Rob said, earning a clueless, questioning smile from his new bimbo ****. "That's a 'yes', Cynthia."

"Yay!" Cynthia hopped up and down, clapping happily, loosing another button in the process. "So, can we fuck now?"

"Soon. First, I think you should quit your job." Cynthia's eyes went wide with surprise.

"I had a job?" She said, bewildered at the idea.

"Yes." Rob chuckled. "You sold me this house. You were a real estate agent." He slowly began to put his hands over his new piece, on on her rear, the other gently grazing her crotch.

"Ooh, that's so cool!" Cynthia mewled as Rob touched. "But super tough!"

"Which is why you should quit, sweetie."

Quickly, Cynthia got her smartphone out and (after Rob showed her how it worked), the newly-minted bimbo called in to her office. "Hey~ This is Cynthee. I'm just calling to say that I'm too dumb to be a really state woman anymore, so I'm quitting! I'm gonna live with my Master and, like, totes be his sex **** from now on. He's super hot, too, I'm so happy! 'Kay, that's all, bye bye, lady!"

The entire time, Rob stood behind her, kneading her well-shaped posterior. "Good job, Cynthia." Rob said, punctuating it with swift spank on the ass. "How about as a reward, you use those giant udders of yours and give me a tit-fuck?"

"Oh, yeah, great idea, Master!" Cynthia giggled, spinning around. "Cynthee love titty-fucks!"

With one swift motion, Cynthia ripped off the remains of her shirt, mercifully putting the last two buttons out of their misery, revealing the massive bimbo chest she now possessed, her round pink nipples rock hard.

For the second time in recent memory, Rob found himself wishing he had used his second wish to give him a longer dick. His thickness and girth set him aside most guys, but now it was almost entirely hidden beneath the ample mountains of soft, pliable flesh of Cynthia's Pink Room-empowered rack, the tip only peaking up when she was on the downstroke. He couldn't deny how good it felt though, having his shaft surrounded by all the creamy, heavenly titflesh, like the warmest, softest pillows imaginable. He grunted and cursed and muttered, smiling down at the cheerful bimbo, happy for his stamina, otherwise he would have blown his load almost immediately.

Cynthia, though, was more than enjoying herself. "Ohmygosh, your cock is soooo hot, Master! I love it~ Love, love, love it! It's big and thick and yummy and I bet would feel super good in my pussy. Ohmygosh, I'm super wet, too! Like, we get to live here, right? This house is super nice and we can have lottsa fun, I bet!" Cynthia babbled, on and on, even as she held her huge breasts in place, sliding up and down, the flesh slick with precum, going faster and faster. Eventually, Rob couldn't take the building pressure anymore, unleashing thick, gooey ropes of cum all over Cynthia's face and chest. The bubbly bimbo cheered in sheer joy as the first bit splattered over her, eyes lighting up, tongue out to catch as much of her white reward as possible.

Rob sighed, catching his breath, while Cynthia licked and sucked herself clean, giggling with each dollop of cum she consumed. He did have a few questions regarding this new Pink Room of his. He assumed Cynthia's transformation was permanent, and he was fine with that - who didn't love a good old bimbo, after all? - but was there a way to make it temporary? Could he lower or reduce the intensity of the bimbofication effect? Plenty of questions to be answered, and plenty of girls to experiment on.

"Hey, Master?" Cynthia asked in a soft whine, breaking Rob from his trance. "Can you fuck my pussy next?" She had gotten her pants halfway off and was lightly prodding the drooling, pink orifice. "Also, can we go shopping? These clothes are super boring!"

Rob answered her second question with, "Of course, we can Bimbotits." And then her first question by yanking on her hair and fucking her from behind, with this time Cynthia too overstimulated and consumed by pleasure to even babble inanely. Rob thought that probably having too many bimbos would be a bad idea, but he was certainly going to enjoy the ones he did make.