Bimbo Wife's Naughty Experiment (Naughty Bimbo Formula 8): (A Bimbo, Hot Wife, Harem, Interracial, Menage Erotica)

by Reed James

  “Getting a blowjob,” I panted.

  The woman's eyes were still wild. I fumbled at my pocket with my left hand. I pulled out a wad of hundreds, shoving them at the woman, not caring how much I gave her as the pleasure shot through my body.

  “Don't tell anyone.”

  Her eyes widened as she clenched the handful of bills, maybe four or five. She looked over her shoulder at the curtain separating first class from coach then hissed, “Put that away. You can't do that on the plane. At least not in the seats.”

  “Yeah,” I groaned.

  Alice popped her mouth off and giggled. “Mmm, sorry. I just had to suck my husband's cock.”

  The flight attendant shook her head, cheeks so red. The hundreds vanished into her skirt pocket. She took a deep breath as I zipped up.

  “So, the lavatories are another matter?” I asked.

  “So long as you're discreet,” she said. “It's not...unheard of for people to do...that”

  “Join the mile high club?”

  My wife giggled, face flushed.

  The flight attendant gave a tight nod.

  I stood up and stretched. “Thanks for the information.”

  I pushed by her. She watched me as I stopped by Donna's seat, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. My bimbo wife had a huge grin on her face, her lips shiny with Janet's pussy juices, her tits straining her yellow dress.

  “I thought she was your wife,” the flight attendant said, pointing to Alice as I led Donna to the lavatory.

  “Yep, but Donna's our...surrogate. We're tying to have a baby.”

  “I'm going to be a mommy!” Donna giggled with excitement then cupped her tits. “And nurse Frank and Alice and Nicole and Becca and Janet and Veronica with my big udders.”

  The flight attendant's jaw dropped as I pushed Donna into the first class lavatory, my dick throbbing. Oh, the world would change once the bimbo serum hit market. I couldn't wait for planes to be staffed by bimbo flight attendants just there to make sure all their passengers had an amazing, comfortable flight.

  The door closed and locked behind us. It was tight inside, and Donna wiggled so much. She was gorgeous, like all bimbos, even if she had horrible taste in dresses. The yellow was just so bright and cheery. I grabbed the springy top, pulling it down, her tits bouncing out before me. They were so big and soft, her nipples fat and pink.

  Delight shone on her round face as I hefted her tits and squeezed them. “When they're full of milk, Alice and I are going to suckle from them.”

  “Yay!” Donna giggled, bouncing and wiggling, such enthusiasm on her face. She was happy as a bimbo. Beside Alice, only Donna had experienced the intelligence serum. She made her choice when she betrayed Veronica and aided us in taking over BT Chemicals. “I want to nurse you and have all your babies!”

  I smiled at her, bent down, and sucked on a fat nipple. My cheeks hollowed. I wished the milk streamed out of her. She groaned, shivered, leaning back in the tight space. There was hardly room to move in the narrow lavatory, my hip pressed into the sink.

  I didn't care.

  She moaned and shivered as I sucked on her nipples. I went back and forth between them, leaving each shiny. I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed. I nipped her nipples. I stretched out her large breasts as she moaned her delight, her hands busy playing with her pussy.

  Her yellow skirt had slid up over her hips, the entire garment bunched around her waist. She stroked her shaved pussy lips, smearing her juices across her pudenda and thighs as she took turns fingering her snatch with each hand.

  “Oh, so juicy,” she moaned. “Oh, Frank, you need to feel how juicy I am with your big cock. Mmm, I have the bestest juicy pussy.”

  I popped my mouth off her nipple, grinning at her. “Oh, do you?”

  “Yeppers,” she nodded, an almost serious look on her face ruined by her tongue thrust cutely out the side of her mouth. “I was a super smart sciency person, too. I know things. And I know my pussy is the bestest juicy pussy. I did expearments.”

  “Expearments?” I asked.

  “I shoved a pear into my pussy and measured how much juiciness coated it,” she said. “Very scientific. A real pear. I could shove it all in my pussy, not just the narrowy top part.”

  As she spoke, her hands deftly undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. I was still hard, my dick still wet from Alice's mouth. I groaned as she brought me to her pussy. I stared into her eyes, her hot folds rubbing on my tip.

  “You do feel juicy.”

  “Expearments never lie. Everyone knows that pears are the bestest sciency fruits.”

  “Of course,” I groaned as her juicy pussy sank around my cock. “But did you test the other bimbos with the pears?”

  She blinked. “No.”

  “Then how do you know?” I asked, pleasure racing up my cock as I sank deeper and deeper into her fertile pussy. “Maybe Becca has a juicier pussy.”

  “Oh, no,” she gasped. “When we get home, I'll have to run more expearments!”

  “Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my hips, my cock aching in her juicy depths. “You have to be thorough. We'll record it for posterity.”

  “Post-post-postery?” she blinked, stumbling on the big word.

  “Means make a movie,” I groaned, thrusting into her cunt, the friction of her tight sheath sending pleasure rippling through my body.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “We can get Mr. Director back and make another movie! That was so fun. I'm an actoress now!”

  “Yes, an actress,” I panted, thrusting my cock so hard into her pussy. “Damn, Donna. You're so wet. You're eager to be bred, aren't you.”

  “So eager! Breed me, Frank! Breed my naughty pussy. I want to be preggers so badly! I'll be the bestest preggers bimbo!”

  “You will,” I groaned, pounding her, pressing her against the lavatory wall. I nuzzled at her neck, her black hair brushing my face. Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick as I reamed her. I grunted, my balls thwacking into her flesh.

  It was so hot fucking her on the airplane. Her pussy clenched on me while outside I knew the flight attendant could hear every word. And the bimbos. I hoped Alice was keeping them under control. After I was done, she would have her pick of bimbos to take into the lavatory and fuck. It was only fair to take turns.

  I sucked on Donna's neck as her exquisite pussy clenched about my dick. A pussy I had improved. My formula had made Donna into this sex-made vixen. This horny bimbo that was eager to be bred by my cock.

  “Oh, yes, Frank,” she gasped, her pussy clenching on my cock. “Oh, fuck me, Frank. Oh, you're so wonderful. So naughty. Mmm, yes! Pound my pussy! Make me preggers! Breed me!”

  Her words echoed through the small space. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as she came fast and hard. I groaned, savoring the clenching flesh eager for my cum. She wanted to be bred by me. To be pregnant. I bet she would be so sexy with a round belly.

  I groaned, my body shivering as I drove so hard into her pussy. My balls thwacked into her clit as she thrashed. Her tits pressed into my chest. She hugged me tight, moaning my name, begging for my cum over and over.

  “Going to flood you with baby-making spunk,” I groaned in her ear. “Going to breed your bimbo cunt!”

  “Yes, yes, Preggers!” she howled. “Do it. Cum in me! I need it, Frank. I want to be your pregger bimbo wife and have the bestest juicy pussy!”

  “Yes,” I groaned, driving hard into her pussy. Her massaging flesh sent rippling pleasure to my balls. The pressure swelled. “Donna!”

  I drove into my wife. My cum erupted into her fertile depths. She wasn't on the pill. No birth control would stop my sperm from finding her egg. Maybe not today, but I would breed her one day. She would be pregnant with my child.

  I drew back, my body shivering as the powerful blasts of pleasure shot through my body. I groaned, my back arching. My balls spewed blast after blast of cum into her depths. Behind me, someone knocked on the door.

  “Sir, sir, your ot
her women,” the flight attendant said as I growled my ecstasy and bred my bimbo wife.

  * * *

  Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

  Another giggle escaped my lips as Frank took Donna into the lavatory. What a funny word, lavatory. It was a bathroom. Why didn't they call it that?

  I blinked, shaking my head. I felt so hot. My thoughts were all...gooey. I felt so warm and bubbly and I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to strip naked and have a nice, hard dick slide into my pussykitty. She was so hungry. She loved yummy, creamy...

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, shaking my head.

  Bimboness was invading my thoughts. I had felt a giddy thrill as the plane climbed to altitude. I just thought it was the exhilaration of riding on a plane. It made me so excited that I did something as stupid as suck Frank's cock. We were lucky he bribed the flight attendant.

  And now...

  I giggled again.

  My body felt so hot. My pussy was on fire. I needed a cock to feed my pussykitty. She needed to be petted and have lots of yummy-wummy cream and...

  “No, no, no.” My heart raced faster. I took the enhanced intelligent serum. I shouldn't be reverting to bimboness right now. And, if I was, why wasn't it happening immediately? When the serum ran out, it was a pretty fast transition into...

  “Oh, my pussykitty is so hungry.” I stood up, juices dripping down my thighs.

  I had to stop myself. I couldn't give into my bimboness. Not with Frank in the lavatory fucking Donna. I could hear them moan. The flight attendant gave the lavatory door strange looks, her cheeks crimson. I gave her a big, happy smile. I wanted to make her feel good. To pet her pussykitty. I bet it needed to be stroked as much as...

  “Shit,” I groaned, gripping the seat. A dizzy wave washed through me. The tide of marshmallowy, yummy delight rose in my mind. What was going wrong? What had happened to the serum? It was like my body was reacting...

  I groaned in realization. The altitude. What if the intelligence serum didn't work at the cabin pressure commercial airliners maintained? It could cause problems in people, like air bubbles to form in veins causing a thrombosis sometimes if people didn't move around. Something like that was happening in my brain and...

  I giggled. “A Black cock is what my pussykitty needs.”

  “Excuse me, ma'am?” the flight attendant said, Frank moaning louder in the bathroom. He was feeding Donna's pussykitty lots of cream.

  But there were no sexy Black men in first class. Just the bimbo wives. They were all squirming, their pussykitties getting hot, too. I turned and pushed through the curtains to the back of the plane. My eyes widened as I stared down the aisle.

  There were so many people. And some of them were Black. I clapped for joy, my eyes flicking around for the perfect man to feed my pussykitty. I strode down the aisle, everyone who was awake staring at my big, bouncy breasts and my yummy legs. They knew I was the hottest, bestest bimbo on this plane.

  I spotted the Black man, his eyes staring at me, his head shaved bald, his lips thick and strong. He was so broad shouldered, like one of those footbally players. The big ones who do all the tackling. Oh, he could tackle me and ram his big, Black dick into my pussykitty.

  “Hi,” I giggled at him, leaning over. “Want to feed my pussykitty some yummy cream?”

  * * *

  Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

  I stared out the windows of my office located in Washington D.C. The Capitol Building lit up at night, the white marble glowing. The mall blazed with light before it. There was such power here. It was why I headquartered my company right in the heart of it. I wanted it. My company would be the strongest in the world.

  And that disgusting Frank Jackman's bimbo serum was the key.

  My office door opened. I didn't look away. I knew who it was. “Is everything ready?”

  “It is,” came the rumbling baritone of Richard—I refused to call him Dick like everyone else—Miller. “You sure you want to do this, Ms. Savage?”

  “Yes,” I answered, a smile creeping across my lips. Everything would change at tomorrow's gala. If my scientist couldn't reverse engineer the bimbo serum, then I would use a more direct method to gain the secret.

  And Richard Miller had all the skills to pull it off. My Chief of Security was ex-Delta Force. The man had skill. I hated relying on one, but men were perfect for any dangerous and violent task. It really was the only thing they were good for.

  That and their sperm. Pity biology was so...uncreative.

  “Do not fail, Richard.”

  “Have I ever failed, Ms. Savage?”

  I smiled as he left the room. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night's gala. “Annalee, lick my pussy.”

  To be continued...

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  “Okay, ladies, strip naked,” I told them, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. “Don't be shy. Your bodies are about to be transformed. Once you've changed, you won't care about a little nudity.”

  “Naked, really?” Maria groaned, shivering.

  “Do you want to be beautiful?” July asked, pulling off her hideous cat sweater. Her blonde hair bounced about her shoulders. “I do.” She wore a cream camisole beneath, fabric thin, her black bra bleeding through. Both came off. She did not have an attractive body. But everything would be different.

  In moments, she was naked and sitting on the bed, shivering.

  Maria sighed as I grabbed a tray and placed two plastic cups on it, each holding one of the suppositories. They were thick, twice the size of a lima bean, and an off-white color with specks of orange. A production code was stamped across the top of the suppository.

  When I returned, Maria was also naked. “Okay, Ladies, bend over the beds so I can administer the treatment.”

  “You are going to...put them in us?” Maria groaned. “Really? I can do it myself.”

  “Are you going to bitch about everything?” July snapped, rolling off the bed and bending over it. “Shove it in, Dr. Jackman. I'm ready to be perfect!”

  I pushed the pill into her hairy pussy. She was actually wet, excited for this. She groaned, wiggling her hips. I stepped back, watching her. She didn't show any immediate signs anything was happening. Just as I suspected. It would take longer to reach saturation in her bloodstream and change her body.

  But that was fine. So long as it changed her.

  “So, Maria, you want this or not? It's okay. This isn't for everyone. Get dressed, and I'll have Carter walk you out. And remember, you signed an NDA.”

  She glanced at the door, bit her lip, then she stripped naked as fast as she could. It was like she didn't want to think about what she was doing. The same logic behind ripping off a bandaid as fast as possible to get it over with. I moved to her, picking up the pill as she bent over her bed. She, too, had a hairy twat, her pussy hidden.

  I brought the pill to her pussy, pushing it in. She was tight, her pussy hole narrow. My finger barely fit. I forced the pill in. Curious why she was so tight, I spread her pussy lips opened and... She had a ring of flesh around her pussy's entrance. It was open in the center, thick enough for a tampon to penetrate. I blinked. She had a hymen. It had almost vanished, but there were still remnants of it.

  A thick cock would rip it apart.

  “You're a virgin?” I asked Maria.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “I'm just so fat, I never really cared about sex. No boys would like me.”

  “Trust me, they will once we're done. Director Steffen's going to love you.”

  She squirmed her fat ass. It jiggled.

  I peeled off my gloves and waited. Both girls remained ben
t over, biting their lips. July let out a little whimper, then a wanton moan that tingled my dick. Her hips wiggled more and more. I glanced at Maria.

  Juices matted her bush. She had been dry when I inserted the suppository.

  “How do you feel, Maria?” I asked, glancing at my watch. It had already been five minutes.

  “I'm feeling hot,” she purred. Her hair did not look so dull. “I...” A shiver ran through her. “Yes, I'm feeling hot. Definitely hot.”

  “No wonder you had us take off our clothes, Dr. Jackman,” July said, her voice breathy. “Oh, my body is just burning. I would have stripped naked to get cool. Ooh, yes. Nekkid!”

  “That's the suppository working as intended,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

  “It's making my pussy so wet and itchy,” moaned Maria. “Oh, wow, I feel so different.”

  Her body rippled. It was happening. I groaned, pulling out my cock. I wanted to feel her pussy change first hand. I pressed up against her virgin twat and thrust. The remnants of her hymen tore with ease. I buried into her.

  “Mr. Jackman!” she gasped, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “What are you...? Oh... Oh... Oh, wow... That's nice!”

  Her hips undulated. Her body rippled more and more. The fat melted off of her. Her skin tightened, waist shrinking. Her thighs grew slimmer, the folds around her stomach becoming taught skin. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter on my dick. The flesh inside rippled about my shaft. Her back arched while her shoulders narrowed.

  She looked over her shoulder. The extra chins had vanished, the fat gone from her cheeks. Her lips grew plumper. The color of her skin went from a sallow brown to a rich, golden hue. Her ass grew curvy, like an heart, still plump and wide, but in a sexy, Latina fashion.

  “Oh, wow, I feel so hot. And your cock feels so yummy in me, Dr. Jack.”

  “Jackman,” I groaned.

  “Look, July, I have the doctor's dick in me! I'm not a virgin any longer.”

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