Zeke does

Zeke grabs hold of the bone. It feels odd in his hand, heavier than he expected.

“Give it to Bunny,” the guard tells him. “She gets everything she wants.”

“Ooo!” the bimbo exclaims. “You found my bone thingy? Give it!”

“Finders keepers!” Zeke says, clutching the bone and hoping he can keep it if it really does what she says it does. It throbs hotly in his fist and he jumps, almost dropping it, but keeps hold. Both Bunny and the guard slump their shoulders in defeat.

Zeke’s stomach flip-flops. The bone is definitely more than it seems. Could it really be?

A rack tips over. Zeke turns to see that Chelsea has resumed her destructive search for clothing for Bunny.

“Chelsea, stop that!” he says in frustration.

The bone throbs and Chelsea immediately stops. Chelsea has never done something just because he told her to in all the time he has known her. He is sure the bone must be magic now.

“Clean this place up right now before Ms. Macarthur gets her!” he says.

“Will do!” Chelsea exclaims and starts doing just that. Zeke grins.

“You, um, what’s you’re name?” he asks the security guard.

“Officer Hunky,” he says.

“No, that isn’t right!” Zeke says. “What is your real name? Before this bimbo did whatever she did to you?”

“Um, Sherman Millstone,” he says.

“OK, be Sherman Millstone,” Zeke says, holding the bone tight and wishing him to be his normal self.

“Holy shit!” the man exclaims, looking horrified. “What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“Calm down, Sherman!” Zeke says, “Every thing is going to work out all right, I promise. Just help Chelsea clean up while I figure out what to do. It’ll be o.k., man.”

The bone throbs and Sherman calms own and starts picking up clothing that Chelsea had thrown to the floor.

Zeke turns to the bimbo, who is pouting.

“So how does this thing work?” he asks.

“It made people be how I wanted,” she says, miserably. “And now I don’t have it anymore and people will be mean to me again.”

“So if I was to, like, tell you to be happy that I have it now…” Zeke asks, feeling sorry for the addle-brained woman.

Bunny immediately brightens, smiling broadly and holding her tits high and proud.

“Yeah! That’s just totally great!” she says. “Are you gonna use it to make me your fuck toy? That’s what Jake did and it was lots of fun!”

“Wait, who’s Jake?” Zeke asks.

“He’s my son Dave’s friend!” Bunny explained. “He fucks really good, but not as good as Officer Hunky.”

“You’re son?” Zeke asks, surprised. “You’re son has a friend old enough to fuck you? How old are you?”

“Forty six!” Bunny announces. “But Jake made me younger and gave me big titties! Do you like them? I like them lots! You can make ‘em bigger if you want to!”

Zeke is dumbfounded. Someone made this woman into the bimbo before him and somehow she ended up with the power to transform anyone to her will. Dangerous stuff indeed! He remembers from Spiderman that with great power comes great responsibility. His conscience tells him he should change her back to what she was, same as he did with Sherman.

But on a broader, more philosophical level, doesn’t the world need more bimbos?