Two bimbos can be explained as easily as one.

Jacob snuck another glance at the two women, Jilly grinning from ear to ear, Pauline breaking out into fits of giggles, then putting a hand to her mouth and squinting as if trying to remember something, only to blink, squirm in her seat and then giggle again.

Jacob was getting hard, knowing his wife's bitchy friend who hated him was becoming a dumb horny bimbo right before his eyes. He didn't know what the fuck he'd do to explain what had happened to her. But he wouldn't have to explain it to Pauline at all. By the time he took the BimBow off of her, she'd be has happy not knowing what had happened as Jilly was!

Really, if his wife was the only suddenly bimbofied woman in the city, all suspicions would be aimed straight at him. But if several sudden bimbos appeared…

Jilly giggled. Pauline giggled. Jacob giggled. If bimbo Jilly was a big problem, was the solution to make a much bigger problem?

He turned back to his cooking and started making a mental list.

Jacob had gotten three screwdrivers into both of them by the time the french toast was done. He "freshened up" their fourths after putting the plates in front of them and offering cherries and whipped cream.

"Yes please!" Jilly exclaimed.

"Oh, I really shouldn't…" Pauline said, scrunching up her face in an attempt to remember why.

"Oh but Pauline, what about your blood sugar? Aren't you still feeling confused?" He asked.

"Oh...oh, right...yeah, I'm still confused...I think...but it's not so bad…" she said.

"Well, cherries and whipped cream on your french toast isn't so bad either!" He said, and adulterated her breakfast accordingly. "It's even better on Jilly's big bazooms!"

He put a dollop on his wife's tremendous cleavage and licked it off as she squealed in delight.

"You guu-uys!" Pauline said reproachfully.

"I'm sorry Pauline," Jacob said, sitting down between the two women and reaching under the table to squeeze Pauline's thigh. "We don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. But Jilly is just so yummy!"

Pauline squirmed and shuddered but did nothing to remove Jacob's hand.

"I'm not…. I'm not uncomfortable," she assured him, then grabbed her drink and gulped down half of it. Jacob had left the vodka on the table and "freshened it up" again.

"Anyway, I'm really glad things worked out like this," Jacob said as Pauline took her first bite and melted at the taste. "You two girls are always rushing off to the gym, we never get to hang out, just the three of us!"

"Womenz…" Pauline corrected.

"What now?" Jacob asked.

"We're not girlses," she clarified. "Jill an' me are womenz."

"That's why we gots big titties!" Jilly elaborated, then giggled.

"Oh, right! Of course!" Jacob agreed.

"I mean, you gots, like big boobies, but…" Pauline started to clarify, then gawked at her chest, which was now sporting a pair of melons that strained at her sports bra and tank top. "Oh my gawd!"

"Hey, did your titties get bigger?" Jilly asked. "That's so cool! <giggle>"

"But how…" she asked, then squeezed her growing jugs and gasped.

"Obviously those protein shakes of yours are no good, Pauline," Jacob said. "You were under nourished and now that you're getting some carbs, your boobies are reaching their potential!"

"Carbs... make boobies grow?" Pauline said in awe, then attacked her breakfast.

Jacob signed contentedly. Pauline had embraced her developing bimbohood. How long had it been since he got the BimBow on her...45 minutes maybe? He was going to need to start keeping notes.

"That's the spirit, Pauline!" Jacob praised. "Have some more whipped cream!"

He added another big dollop and Pauline giggled and kept shoveling and chewing.

"I want more whipped cream too, Jakey!" Jilly exclaimed, undoing a button.

Jacob chuckled, adorned his wife's big bazooms and licked them clean again. By the time he was done, Pauline had cleaned her plate and was starting at her chest, lifting the left tit and then the right. They weren't as big as Jilly's but she was definitely in the 'big tits' porn category.

"Am I bigger?" She asked hopefully. "Did the carbs make me bigger?"

"Well, it's really hard to tell with your bra on," Jacob said. "Why don't you take it off?"

Pauline blushed and giggled.

"You wouldn't mind?" She asked.

"Of course not!" Jacob said. "We're all friends here, and we all like big bazooms, right Jilly?"

"Free the titties!" Jilly exclaimed and ripped through the last button on his ruined shirt, releasing her jugs with a giggle.

Pauline giggled and pulled her green tank top over her head, revealing a white sports bra that had no hope of containing the swollen fun bags Pauline had grown over the course of an hour.

"Hey, what's this?" Pauline asked.

Jacob looked up from her tits to see Pauline was holding the BimBow. It had snagged on her tank top and come off.

Oops.