Carly instructs Luke

Carly had her finger in Luke’s tight new pussy, a thumb pressing against the girls erect little clit and was gently see sawing her hand, eliciting excited noises from Luke.

“Tell me all about the pills you have,” Carly said as her fingers ground into Luke’s new pussy.

“Bimbo… plus… Breeders… cum addiction… hypersensitivy… blues… pinks… purples… I have lots…” Luke explained to Carly. “I keep a full list of them on my phone. My stash is… at Builder’s gym - I’m a member. I keep them in a locker there. Locker 38G. Code 9182…

Carly nods, her eyes alight with excitement. “What’s the passcode on your phone?”

“9182. All my other passcodes are under my name, Luke Kelvin, under contacts…” Luke volunteers as she rocks her hips to meet Carly’s finger movements.

“What do you have on you at the mement?” Carly says as she takes Luke’s working supply out. It’s a large bag with many smaller ziplocks, a rainbow of differnt hued purples, pinks, blues. There are even whites, blacks, yellows, oranges, reds and greens. “Which are the breeders?”

“The… yellows…” Luke’s voice trails off, a hint of apprehension in her now high-pitched tone. “You want to be careful with. They’re potent, and the breeding urge is really intense effects. Like you become obsessed with having a baby —”

Carly’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she grabs a yellow pill from the bag and holds it up to the neon light of the club, examining it. “Is that right?” she asks, her voice sweet and innocent. She brings it closer to Luke’s face, watching her eyes follow it. “I think we should try one of these on you, don’t you?”

“N-no, please!” Luke stammers, her eyes wide with fear. “The breeders’ pills are too much. I don’t wanna get pregnant—”

But Carly just giggles, her eyes glinting with excitement. She holds the yellow pill between her fingers, twirling it like a piece of candy. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie. We’re just going to see what it does, okay? Just a little taste of your own medicine.” She leans in closer, her breath hot against Luke’s ear. “Consider this payback with interest.”

With a swift movement, Carly presses the pill into Luke’s open mouth before she can protest further. Carly rocks her hand hard and Luke’s eyes go wide as she reflexively swallows it, the bitter taste coating her tongue. Her body starts to tremble, and she can feel the pill working its magic almost immediately. Her pussy clenches around Carly’s fingers, her need for release growing more intense by the second.

“What about these hypersensitivity pills?” Carly prompts.

“The whites, yes. They’ll make everything feel so much better. More sensitive. But they can be a bit too much if you’re on a bimbo pill and a breeder pill.” Luke’s eyes are glazed over, her body now fully primed to be bred and there is not a cock in sight.

Ignoring the warning, Carly grabs a handful of the white pills. “How many should we start with?” she asks, her smile wicked as she finger fucked the increasingly aroused Luke.

“Just one. Two at most!” Luke gasps, trying to push Carly’s hand away, but her resistance is futile. The new bimbo’s body is a raging storm of hormones and need.

Carly’s smile widens as she decides to ignore the caution. She takes five white pills and holds them up to Luke’s mouth. “Open wide, darling,” she coos, popping the pills onto Luke’s tongue. Luke’s eyes widen with a mix of dread and anticipation as Carly leans in to give her a kiss, pushing the pills to the back of her throat. Luke swallows hard, her body already responding to the potent combination of bimbo and breeder pills.

The transformation begins almost immediately. High on her own supply, Luke’s skin flushes, her nipples hardening to points as the fabric of her shirt rubs against them. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a low moan that sends a thrill down Carly’s spine.

“Let’s get you out of your unbecoming male clothes shall we?”

With a smirk, Carly’s nimble fingers dance over Luke’s shirt, unbuttoning with surprising ease. The fabric parts to reveal Luke’s now ample breasts. The room spins around Luke as Carly’s hands glide down to her pants, deftly unbuckling the belt and unbuttoning them. Luke’s legs are shaking, her body on the edge of a cliff, craving the release that only a good breeding can provide. She needs cock. Wants it. Bad.

Carly’s hands slide into the waistband of the pants and tug them down, along with the boxers, exposing Luke’s swollen and hairless pussy. The cool air of the club hits the sensitive flesh, and Luke gasps. She’s so wet, so needy. Carly can see the desperation in her eyes as the last of her masculine attire pools at her ankles. She tries to kick the clothes off, but her legs are too wobbly. Carly laughs and helps her step out of the mess, leaving her standing there, utterly naked.

The club's music thumps around them, the bass vibrating through the floorboards, and Luke’s new body. The lights cast a strobe across the scene, highlighting the curves of Lukes and Carly’s bodies and the glossy sheen of their need. Carly licks Luke’s pussy. “I’m… gonna… make… you… cum… like… a… slut… and… imprint… on… me… as… your… mistress… slut…” Carly says, punctuating each word with a slow, upwards tongue lashing of Luke’s labia and clit.

The pills kick in full ****, and Luke’s body convulses. She’s never felt anything like this before. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. Carly’s tongue is a living flame, burning through her resistance, turning her insides to molten lava. The hypersensitivity pills amplify every touch, every taste, and every sound, making the experience overwhelmingly intense.

Luke cums. Hard. And imprints.

“Well that climax was anticlimactic…” Carly opines. But the keeps licking. “Premature ejaculation is not really a problem for us girls though.

Her tongue flicks and prods at Luke’s pussy, which clamps down hard around her digits. Luke’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her mouth open in a silent scream, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over with a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure. This is shegao, the ultimate expression of sexual euphoria, face slack, with a wide-open mouth in slack jawed mindlessness, eyes unfocused, and a look of utter bliss. Her body trembles as she experiences wave after wave of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. Her moans become incoherent, her mind lost in a sea of pleasure that's so intense it borders on pain.

Carly watches with a mix of triumph and excitement. Her tongue darts in and out of Luke’s folds, savoring her sweet taste. Luke’s body jerks with each touch, her legs giving out as she succumbs to the overwhelming sensations. Carly catches her, holding her up, never once pausing her relentless **** on Luke’s clit. The dealer’s body goes slack, her muscles no longer able to support her as the orgasms continue to crash through her like a series of tidal waves.

The white pills are working their magic, heightening every sensation to an unbearable peak. Luke’s moans are now just a series of breathless squeaks. Her pupils are dilated, and her mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure. Carly’s touch is everywhere, each caress and lick sending shockwaves through her body. Her skin is electrified, every nerve ending singing with need.

Her pussy clenches around Carly’s fingers, and she feels another orgasm building. It’s like nothing she’s ever felt before—a crescendo of pleasure that seems to have no end. She’s lost all sense of time and place. The world outside of this booth, outside of this moment, doesn’t exist anymore. All that matters is the exquisite agony of being brought to the edge again and again, only to be pushed over it by Carly’s insistent tongue.

The room swims around her as the orgasms come faster and more furiously, her body no longer her own. She’s just a vessel for pleasure, a toy for Carly to use and discard. Each wave of ecstasy crashes into her, stealing a piece of her sanity with it. She tries to push Carly away, to escape the relentless torrent of sensation, but she’s too weak. The pills have turned her into a mindless cum slut, and she can’t resist the urge to keep coming.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she can feel herself slipping away. The words that Carly whispered earlier echo in her mind: "You’re going to be my bimbo breeder slut." And with each passing second, she becomes more and more that creature. The pills have taken over, reshaping her desires, her very essence. All she wants now is to be filled, to be used, to be bred. The thoughts are terrifying, but they also send a fresh bolt of arousal through her, making her pussy spasm even more around Carly’s digits.

The orgasms come so fast now that they blur together into one endless crescendo of pleasure. She’s lost count of how many she’s had. Each one steals a little more of her mind, a little more of her will. She tries to scream, to beg for mercy, but all that comes out are strangled gasps and whimpers. Carly’s tongue feels like it’s everywhere at once—on her clit, in her pussy, even in her throat. She’s being eaten alive by pleasure, and she can’t stop it.

Her thoughts are a jumbled mess of need and desire. All she can think about is cum, cock, and breeding. The room around her is a haze of neon lights and throbbing bass. She cannot tell reality from fantasy in that moment of euphoric orgasming. Images swim in and out of focus, a blur of lust and envy and excitement. Excitement at what she’s become, excitement at what’s to come, excitement that she’ll never being able to feel anything but this overwhelming, all-consuming need to be bred.

Her knees buckle, and she collapses into a heap on the floor of the booth. The cold, sticky surface does nothing to alleviate the burning in her pussy, the insatiable hunger that’s taken over her mind and body. She’s a shell of her former self, a mindless bimbo slut who can think of nothing but the cock that’s not there to fill her. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a whimper that’s equal parts pleasure and despair.

Her body convulses one last time, the final orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. And then, blessedly, there’s darkness. The world goes silent, and she’s lost to the void of oblivion. For a moment, she’s free from the tyranny of her own desires.

“I think I broke my new toy…” Carly observes then shrugs. “What other pills can ingive her when she wakes up…?” Carly pomders as she takes Luke’s phone from her pocket and opens it up. She finds the data base of Luke’s pills easy enough. It’s rather interesting…