Bimbo, meet Bimbo

"Sarah, this is Sexy Lexi, our company bimbo," you introduce your cocksucking boss to the blonde in acrylic heels on her desk. "And this cute lil' slut is Bobbie, the 19-year old intern who's job shadowing Lexi today."

"I really wanna be a company bimbo someday, once I can afford bigger titties," Sarah's former boss with red pigtails explains.

Sarah is even more confused.

"Why do we have a company bimbo?" She asks.

"That's the wrong question, Sarah, " you inform her. "The real question is why do we only have ONE company bimbo."

"Why do we only have ONE company bimbo?" Sarah repeats even more confused.

"Good question, Sarah! " you say, and wink.

Her brown eyes cross slightly beneath fake lashes and her tits balloon to larger than her head as her business attire is replaced by a red vinyl halter top with a big heart-shaped boob window and a matching pair of hotpants that show a prominent camel toe, expanded ass cheeks squeezing out of them in back. Red plastic hoops dangle from her ears and chunky heeled boots encase her feet.

"Like, Oh My God!" Your boss exclaims happily. "I'm totally a bimbo!"

"Lucky!" Exclaims her own boss, squeezing at her inadequate rack and hoping her titties will follow suit.

"Like, um, huh?" Says Sexy Lexi. "Aren't I, like, the company bimbo? Is she the company bimbo now?"

"You're still the company bimbo, Lexi," you assure the blonde. "But Sarah is the company bimbo too!"

You squeeze Sarah's bubble butt and she squeals happily in confirmation.

"Sarah is bimbo two?" Lexi asks looking at her fingers and trying to count. "So, Lexi is bimbo... one?"

"One bimbo is good!" Opines Sarah. "So two bimbos is gooder!"

"Three bimbos would be even gooder then, right? " says Bobbie hopefully.

Sarah and Lexi both frown at their fingers trying to figure that one out. You take pity on Bobbie and give her silicone implants with a wink. You only bring her up to DD cups, nowhere near the massive melons of Lexi and Sarah, but she squeals in gratitude and shakes her new rack.

"Am I a bimbo too, now?" She asks hopefully.

"You're a bimbo in training, Bobbie, " you clarify and give her a badge that says so dangling underneath her new tits on a lanyard.

The bimbo in training squeals happily, wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you by way of thanks, pressing her fake tits against your chest. You slip a hand under her tiny kilt and stroke her slit, soaking her white cotton panties, by way of 'you're welcome '.

Sarah interrupts before a full fledged fingerbang can start.

"So, like, is..." she checks her fingers, "three bimbos enough? And does a bimbo in training count as a whole bimbo or is she, like, half a bimbo?"

"Oh my god! Math is so hard!" Declares Lexi, the former accountant.

"A bimbo in training becomes more and more bimbo the harder she trains," you explain. "So we can't use a simple fraction to identify how much of a bimbo Bobbie is. We'll need to use constantly updated decimals!"

Lexi whimpers. Sarah blinks several times with her false lashes, frowning prettily as she tries to figure out what you're talking about. Bobbie just giggles, delighted to be part of the group no matter what portion she provides.

"But Sarah's more interesting question is the one where she was asking if three bimbos is enough! " you tell them.

Sarah brightens to learn she had asked an interesting question. All three look at you in anticipation of your answer.