Trip to the strip joint

You stare at your friend Carly.

That was Carl. Your male friend. The guy you went out to pick up girls with. Your bro. He’d taken a basic X-change pill on Friday night to become Carly, and you’d planned to take your illegal bimbo pill tonight to make your 24 hour with Carly and Carl. It had sounded fun. A bit of casual girl on girl sex and then, when Carly’s pill wore off and she turned back to Carl, possibly some guy on girl sex. Carl the guy and you the girl. Maybe. You were not sure what your orientation would be on a bimbo pill but you had been intrigued by the possibilities. You trusted Carl. So far Carl and Carly just liked girls and you had kindof been the same. You liked the idea of girls with girls and maybe buys with girls, if you were a girl. You’d used x-change basic a few times and had enjoyed it. You’d gone shopping. Masturbated. Gone to a lesbian bar. Had lesbian sex with Carly when you both popped a basic pill. Used sex toys. Gone to the beach. Had a massage. Gone to a brothel…Engaged in some really fun hijinks with a dominatrix… gained an infatuated interest in sex with a man. A man’s cock inside you intrigued you - you as an uninhibited submissive… hence the black market bimbo pill.

So you’d decided to jump into the deep end to become a Bimbo, probably be fucked by Carl… that had been the intent. But then Rogers. And now a plus pill. And now you’d never know what it was like to be fucked by Carl. Carl would never have a cock again. Neither would you. But then again you got your submissive fuckpet daydream handed to you for life.

You giggled. And here you were. And clearly you now found Dredd and other men attractive.

Where were you! Ah. Yes. Right. Bimbo brain. It’s all over the place.

You watch as Carly’s body changes. It’s subtle in its pace but distinct in its broad strokes. Carly is lean, small breasted, a nicely toned ass, medium height, athletic and sexy. She’s a female Carl. Attractive and kindof … regal? No - dynamic. Confident. Assured. Poised. Yeah… but right now her eyes widen and get a glossy, glazed sheen to them. She’s Ahageo and somehow that excites me. Her clothes tighten around her as her body grows softer, her tits swell and push against the fabric of her dress. Her hips widen and her waist narrows. Her skin gets a faint blush to it and she gets this dopey expression on her face that makes you want to slap it away. Her long lashed eyes blink widely. “Oh fuck me! I don’t want to be a girl forever. Definitely not some dumb sex object like this. This is… woah. Head rush… I… shit… my… um it’s hard to think all of a sudden. Fuck, is this bad? I think it is… shit. It’s an imprint pill.”

“You look so cute!” You tell Carly, feeling a bit guilty that it was your fault she would be trapped as a bimbo. But she looked sexy as fuck now. Like you and Rogers, her breasts are massive and she is now positively tiny. Not an inch over five foot. Her limbs are slim. Her ass is plump and rounded and her waist is waspish. Its an **** female body. Her features are identical to Rogers. They look like twins. Even their hair is the same… although was Carly shorter… and were her breasts bigger? You tried to compare. Possibly. Was Rogers an Alpha bimbo?

Carly grips her breasts and winces. “So sensitive.”

“Yeah, but in a good way. Do you feel okay?” You ask. Mixing a basic pill and a bootleg clone, bimbo, imprint and lobotomised pill or whatever these things were could have all kinds of side effects. Things might not work or could get more **** or whatever. It was a crap shoot.

“Yeah. I guess. I mean no… I feel horny and things are hazy. And… um,” she giggled. “How huge are my tits?!”

“Yeah. They’re massive!” You agree, unsure what else to say. You take her hand and squeeze it reassuringly. Time will tell if there are any side effects of mixing her pills.

“Ah shit, do we want these three all looking the same?” Dredd asks.

“I dont’t see why not. Identical triplet strippers. Could be a draw.” Luke says.

Rogers stares at Carly in bewilderment, able to now see what she looks like. Then she starts to cry like a baby.

Dredd nods and he holds out your black market bimbo x-change tablet, his gun aimed at you.

You take the pill and swallow. You feel vertigo for a moment as the second black market pill kicks in. Your breasts swell and you realise that they’re mammoth mammaries, bigger by far than both Rogers and Carly. You also get shorter and your ass swells more. Two black market bimbo pills has a significant cumulative affect you realise as your arousal increases and you feel that strange shifting on your face as your features realign to match the twins.

“Oh my god. You’re like a mini me. And I’m already a mini me. You’re a like a mini mini me?” Carly says and giggles.

You blink dazzedly as your mind struggles to deal with a double dose of mental bimbofication. You giggle vacuously, Carly’s laugh contagious. “Mini mini me!” You repeat as your arousal ratchets up even more. You’d had hyper sensitivity and arousal before. But that was nothing to what it is now.

“Shit. I have to fuck all three of these dumb bitches to make them imprint on me. I have my work cut out for me,” Dredd observes.

“Oh, it sucks to be you, three bimbos you have to screw to turn them into your own permanent **** harem. Boo hoo. Cry me a fucking river,” Luke snorts.

“Who wants to get fucked first?” Dredd asked.

“Ooo! Me me! Mini mini baby belle me!” You reply enthusiastically.

Carly elbows you, “don’t be stupid! Rogers should be first. She’s a cop and is the most dangerous,” she says.

You pout in dissapointment. Carly still seems to have her wits about her. Good old Carly. Cock blocking Carly…

“Right, let’s go to your strip joint, Dredd,” Luke says as he fires up his Humvee.

Dredd nods. “Good thinking Carly. We need to keep an eye on Rogers. She’s got the training to cause trouble if she snaps out of it. Making her imprint first is the best move. You two will have to wait your turn.” He says, giving you and Carly a look that makes your hearts race for entirely different reasons than before.

The Humvee roars to life, and Luke peels out of the parking lot, tires screeching as he speeds through the night. The journey to the strip club is a blur of neon lights and dark streets, the throb of bass from the car stereo echoing through the vehicle. Rogers sits in the back, sniffling and wiping her eyes, looking utterly lost and overwhelmed by the transformation.

Carly elbows you. “Finger me so I imprint on you!” She whispers in your ear. Finger her? That sounds like fun. You slip your hand under her dress, pulling aside her panties to expose her wet, eager pussy. You slide a finger inside, and she swallows a gasp, the music covering the noise, her eyes rolling back. You start to finger her, and she moans quietly, her hips rocking with your fingers. “Harder. Faster! We don’t have much time!!” She whispers needfully. You double your efforts.

You look over at Rogers. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, and she’s playing with her own breasts in a weirdly sensual way. She seems oblivious to the world around her, lost in her newfound sensuality. You realise she’s in shock, or maybe succumbing to the effects of the pill. The pills are strong, and you know you can’t let Carly get to that point. She said she wanted to be yours, not some mindless fuck toy imprinted on Dredd or Luke. She wants to imprint on a woman…

As the Humvee rumbles down the road, you can feel your own arousal climbing, the pill making it almost impossible to think straight. You lean in and kiss Carly’s neck, whispering in her ear, “you’re so hot right now.” She nods slightly, her breath hitching as your finger continues to work her pussy. The idea of controlling Carly in her current state is making you horny. You rub her faster. She has to cum. She bites her knuckle to prevent herslef from crying out. Its tense and exciting. Dredd could look back and see!

But he doesn’t. He’s too busy navigating the streets, barking out directions to Luke, who grins in the rearview mirror every so often, unaware of the show in the backseat. The anticipation of what’s to come is palpable, the air thick with sexual tension and the sweet scent of lust. Carly whimpers as her pussy clenches wet and hot around your fingers.

As the Humvee pulls up to a nondescript building with a flashing neon sign reading 'Pussy Galore', you know that's where you're heading. The strip joint seems to be in a sketchy part of town, but in your current state, you're too distracted to worry about your surroundings. You’re about to be a part of Dredd’s harem, but the thought of it excites you more than it should.

You feel Carly’s body tense and then she lets out a muffled scream into her hand. Her eyes lock onto yours as she cums hard around your finger. Her pussy clenches and relaxes in waves, and looking into her eyes you know she’s imprinted on you. There is a silent thanks there, love and adoration. An innocent subservience. You are her mistress. She is yours.,The bond is palpable, and the sense of power is intoxicating. She's yours now. You've just made your best friend into your own personal ****. And she asked you too!? How could a brainless bimbo not be happy.

Unaware of Carly’s new status, Dredd and Luke climb out as you retract your fingers, rearrange Carly’s panties and dress and lick the evidence from your fingers.

“Let’s go, sluts. Time to earn your keep.” Dredd says, opening the door.

You and Carly giggle as you slide out of the Humvee, her legs wobbly from her intense orgasm. Rogers, however, seems oblivious to the world around her, her eyes glazed over, her hands still fondling her new, oversized breasts. She’s completely lost in the bimbo haze. Dredd slaps her face.

“Wake up, Rogers. You’re first up tonight,” he says, his voice harsh but playful.

Rogers looks up at him with a dazed expression, the haze of the pill thick in her eyes. She giggles, a sound so unlike the sharp, professional tone you've always heard from her, and gets out of the car, her hips swaying exaggeratedly

You are the shortest - and the shapeliest, then Carly is middle height and size. Rogers is the tallest. It’s exciting to be the smallest!

Inside Pussy Galore, the air is thick with smoke and the smell of cheap perfume. The lights are low, casting a pinkish glow over the small stage where a half-hearted striptease is in progress. The music is loud and bass-heavy, the kind that vibrates through your chest and makes it impossible to think. You follow Dredd and Luke through the crowded space, your heels clicking on the sticky floor, feeling more exposed than ever in your tight dress and altered body. The men around you stare, their eyes hungry as they take in your new curves. You feel a thrill of fear and excitement, knowing what's about to happen but unable to resist the allure of the forbidden.

Dredd takes you to a private room. “Ok girls. Strip bitch one, that’s you Rogers, B1… then kneel on the podium. Hurry up slut, I don’t have all night,” he says. Rogers giggles, slipping out of her overlarge male clothing and wobbling onto the podium, her oversized tits bobbing with every step. She kneels on all fours and looks up at Dredd with wide, hopeful eyes. But… is there is a hint of anger and resistance?

You and Carly watch as Dredd approaches Rogers, his belt buckle jingling as he walks. He pulls out his thick, hard cock and slaps it against her cheek. “You like that, don’t you?”

Rogers giggles and nods. You feel a strange mix of envy and pity as he turns her around, eager for the cock that’s about to claim her. Carly takes your hand and squeezes it, a silent acknowledgment of your newfound bond. Dredd grips her hips. You watch with baited breath.

His cock is huge, a thick, veiny monolith of masculinity that seems to throb with the beat of the music outside. He guides it to her pussy, and you can see the anticipation in her eyes. The head touches her folds, and she gasps, her body shivering with a mix of fear and excitement. Dredd’s hand is firm, his movements deliberate. He teases her, sliding the tip along her wet slit, watching her reaction. She’s panting now, her eyes never leaving her sex, as if in a trance.

Then, with a slow, torturous ease, he presses the tip inside her. Her labia seperates slowly. She’s so tight, so wet, her pussy clenches around it, trying to suck him in deeper. He holds her hips immobile. Inch by agonizing inch, he slides into her. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a long, drawn-out moan that’s more of a whine. Clearly the sensation of his thickness stretching her is intense, almost painful, but she’s too far gone to care. You want to be her. Carly is transfixed as well.

Dredd's cock is like a sledgehammer, methodically claiming Rogers' body. Each time he pushes in, you can see her struggle to take it all, her mouth forming an 'O' of shock and pleasure. Her body arches back, pushing her tits out and her ass up higher. Her pussy lips are stretched tight around him, glistening with her own juices. You can feel your own arousal spike, and you squeeze Carly's hand tighter. She gasps and leans into you, her own desire clear as day.

As Dredd reaches the hilt, Rogers' pussy swallows him whole. He starts to pump in and out of her with a steady rhythm that makes her moan and whimper. Her eyes are half-closed, lost in a haze of pleasure, her mouth slack in Ahageo bliss. You watch as loosens his grip and she starts to rock back into his thrusts, her body moving with a need that seems almost animalistic. Her pussy is clenching around him like a vice, trying to hold on to the delicious cock that’s claiming her as his own. Each time he pulls out, it's as if she's being robbed of something vital, and each time he slams back in, she's filled again, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh Dredd!” Rogers cries out, her voice high pitched and breathy. The word 'Dredd' sends a shiver down your spine. You know that once she cums, she’ll be his completely. You feel your own body responding to the scene, your nipples hardening against your dress, your clit throbbing with need. Carly is equally affected, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she watches.

Finally, it happens. Rogers' body convulses, her pussy clamping down around Dredd's cock as she cums, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. She's lost in the orgasm, her whole body shaking with the power of it. Dredd doesn't stop, he keeps fucking her through it, his hands tight on her hips. He grunts, and you know he’s about to cum. He pulls out, and with a smug grin, he paints her naked back with ropes of thick, white cum. It’s a declaration of ownership, and you know that once it’s done, she’ll be his to command. She will have imprinted…!