Bimbofied Delight
Page 1
Bimbofied Delight
Naughty Bimbo Formula 1
(A Bimbo, Hot Wife, Harem, Body Modification Erotica)
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2017 by Reed James
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published in the United States of America, 2017
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen (18).
Cover Photo © juice_team | Depositphotos.com
Logo © Anton Brand | Dreamstime.com
Naughty Ladies Publications
www.NaughtyLadiesPublications.com
If you liked what you read, you can sign up for Reed James's newsletter. Every subscriber gets two FREE erotica ebooks as well as updates on new releases, coupons, sells, and upcoming projects. Your contact information will not be shared with anyone!
Like Reed on Facebook and follow him on Twitter @NLPublications!
Check out Reed James's Catalog of steamy erotica on Amazon.
Reviews at the retailer are appreciated. Honest feedback is very important to Reed.
Table of Contents
Bimbofied Delight
Naughty Excerpt from “Bimbofied Delight”
Other Bimbo Wife Tales
Bimbofied Delight
Sneak Preview of “Hot Wife Injection”
Naughty Excerpt from “Bimbofied Delight”
“As you can see,” Carter said as he stood before the boardroom table beside a projection screen, his pointer following a line that grew in a steady pace to the right, “as we convert more of our lines to producing the Venus Serum, we will soon be outputting a thousand units a day by the end of the quarter.”
Carter was a tall man, broad-shouldered, wearing a lab coat that was open, showing off his muscular torso. He was a recipient of the newest formula I had worked out with my wife, a variant on the neutering chemical that made men into docile beta males. This one also made them muscular.
Alice enjoyed that.
My wife sat beside me, a hungry look in her eyes as she watched the presentation. Alice was a gorgeous redhead, busty and curvy, her body enhanced by the bimbo formula, what we now called the Venus Serum. Marketing showed that bimbo was not a favorable word among women. Of course, that was what the Venus Serum did.
It made women into the hottest, sexiest bimbos.
It was my life work, with the help of my wife. When things were desperate a month ago, when it looked like we were facing bankruptcy after both of us were fired from BT Chemicals, she had tested my compound on herself. The effects were instantaneous and transformative. My overweight wife slimmed down before my eyes, shedding pounds and gaining large, round breasts, curving hips, a great ass, and a perfect face. She transformed.
And became an airhead.
“The graph goes up,” giggled Veronica Beigh, technically the President of BT Chemicals. She had injected herself with the bimbo formula, and now she was convinced it was her duty as President to let me run the company.
Bimbos were easy to manipulate.
“Look, Frank,” she said, her naked tits bouncing as she sat in her executive chair. “It gets bigger and bigger. Like a cock.”
“Yep,” I nodded, enjoying the sight of her large, round breasts. She had been a bony woman before her change with almost no flesh on her. Now she was bountiful in all the right areas, her blue eyes warm and happy instead of cold and manipulative.
“Like your cock, CEO,” she giggled, her hand reaching out, caressing my dick through my pants. I hardened at her touch. I had incredible stamina thanks to a chemical my wife whipped up. “Ooh, you're going up, too. Just like the presentation.”
“He is,” Alice said, a smile on her lips. She had taken an injection to give herself temporary intelligence. It wouldn't last much longer, then she would be an airhead again. I liked her both ways.
And so did she.
Veronica slipped beneath the table as Carter's words faltered. “Um,” he said as he heard the loud sound of my zipper rasping down. “Should I...?”
“Yes,” Alice smiled, licking her lips. She did love hunky men. And I loved busty women. If I could enjoy my harem of sexy wives—Alice, Veronica, Janet, Becca, Debra, and Nicole—then she could enjoy her boy toys, like her secretary Carmanjelo, a hunky Black man, or Carter. “Keep presenting. I'm enjoying it.”
“So am I,” I groaned as Veronica's eager mouth sucked on my cock. She noisily blew me, bobbing up and down, her mouth so warm. “So we'll be distributing the serum when?”
“Just as soon as we have FDA approval we can start mass producing the serum,” Carter answered. “That can always take time. It might be a year or more.”
“What?” I groaned, my dick aching in Veronica's mouth. She was good. It was so satisfying having the bitch who blew me addicted to my cock. “No, no, that's no good.”
Carter shrugged. “Can't be helped.”
“Maybe we need to speak with the head of the FDA,” Alice leaned closer, her breasts straining her green dress. She had quite the cleavage. “Reach out and encourage him to approve the drug. Show off its benefits.”
“That would be Kirby Steffan,” Carter said. “He's the Executive Officer of the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition. They cover cosmetics for the FDA.”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, the heat rising in my dick.
Alice gave a giggly, bubbly laugh as she nuzzled into me. “We'll make sure he's all nice and relaxed and oh, so happy, Frank.”
The intelligent serum was wearing off.
“I bet you will, Alice.”
“Me and Janet will take such good care of him.” She nodded her head. “He'll give us apples!”
“Approval.”
“You sure?” Alice blinked, her green eyes taking on that vacant look. “Because we need mass produce. Apples are produce.”
“Wrong produce,” I groaned. “Not vegetables and fruits. We have to make a lot of the bimbo serum. Give it to women.”
“So they'll be as pretty as me?” Alice asked. “And feel all warm and bubbly and happy?”
“Yes,” I groaned, leaning back in my leather chair, Veronica's tongue swirling about the tip of my cock.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Other Bimbo Wife Tales
Bimbo Wife Surprise 1: Hot Wife Injection
Bimbo Wife Surpise 2: Bimbo Menage
Bimbo Wife Surprise 3: Bimbo Modeling Fun
Bimbo Wife Surprsie 4: Bimbo Wife's Cuckolding
Bimbo Wife's Surprise 5: Bimbo Wife's Naughty Plan
Bimbo Wife's Surprise 6: Bimbo Wife's Interracial Party
Bimbo Wife's Surprise 7: Bimbo Wife's Spanking
Bimbo Wife Surprise 8: Bimbo Wives Wild Party
Bimbo WIfe Surprsie 9: Bimbo Wife's Domination
Bimbofied Delight
Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals
“As you can see,” Carter said as he stood before the boardroom table beside a projection screen, his pointer following a line that grew in a steady pace to the right, “as we convert more of our lines to producing the Venus Serum, we will soon be outputting a thousand units a day by the end of the quarter.”
Carter was a tall man, broad-shouldered, wearing a lab coat that was open, showing off his muscular torso. He was a recipient of the newest formula I had worked out with my wife, a variant on the neutering chemical that made men into docile beta males. This one also made them muscular.
Alice enjoyed that.
My wife sat beside me, a hungry look in her eyes as she watched the presentation. Alice was a gorge
ous redhead, busty and curvy, her body enhanced by the bimbo formula, what we now called the Venus Serum. Marketing showed that bimbo was not a favorable word among women. Of course, that was what the Venus Serum did.
It made women into the hottest, sexiest bimbos.
It was my life work, with the help of my wife. When things were desperate a month ago, when it looked like we were facing bankruptcy after both of us were fired from BT Chemicals, she had tested my compound on herself. The effects were instantaneous and transformative. My overweight wife slimmed down before my eyes, shedding pounds and gaining large, round breasts, curving hips, a great ass, and a perfect face. She transformed.
And became an airhead.
“The graph goes up,” giggled Veronica Beigh, technically the President of BT Chemicals. She had injected herself with the bimbo formula, and now she was convinced it was her duty as President to let me run the company.
Bimbos were easy to manipulate.
“Look, Frank,” she said, her naked tits bouncing as she sat in her executive chair. “It gets bigger and bigger. Like a cock.”
“Yep,” I nodded, enjoying the sight of her large, round breasts. She had been a bony woman before her change with almost no flesh on her. Now she was bountiful in all the right areas, her blue eyes warm and happy instead of cold and manipulative.
“Like your cock, CEO,” she giggled, her hand reaching out, caressing my dick through my pants. I hardened at her touch. I had incredible stamina thanks to a chemical my wife whipped up. “Ooh, you're going up, too. Just like the presentation.”
“He is,” Alice said, a smile on her lips. She had taken an injection to give herself temporary intelligence. It wouldn't last much longer, then she would be an airhead again. I liked her both ways.
And so did she.
Veronica slipped beneath the table as Carter's words faltered. “Um,” he said as he heard the loud sound of my zipper rasping down. “Should I...?”
“Yes,” Alice smiled, licking her lips. She did love hunky men. And I loved busty women. If I could enjoy my harem of sexy wives—Alice, Veronica, Janet, Becca, Debra, and Nicole—then she could enjoy her boy toys, like her secretary Carmanjelo, a hunky Black man, or Carter. “Keep presenting. I'm enjoying it.”
“So am I,” I groaned as Veronica's eager mouth sucked on my cock. She noisily blew me, bobbing up and down, her mouth so warm. “So we'll be distributing the serum when?”
“Just as soon as we have FDA approval we can start mass producing the serum,” Carter answered. “That can always take time. It might be a year or more.”
“What?” I groaned, my dick aching in Veronica's mouth. She was good. It was so satisfying having the bitch who blew me addicted to my cock. “No, no, that's no good.”
Carter shrugged. “Can't be helped.”
“Maybe we need to speak with the head of the FDA,” Alice leaned closer, her breasts straining her green dress. She had quite the cleavage. “Reach out and encourage him to approve the drug. Show off its benefits.”
“That would be Kirby Steffan,” Carter said. “He's the Executive Officer of the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition. They cover cosmetics for the FDA.”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, the heat rising in my dick.
Alice gave a giggly, bubbly laugh as she nuzzled into me. “We'll make sure he's all nice and relaxed and oh, so happy, Frank.”
The intelligent serum was wearing off.
“I bet you will, Alice.”
“Me and Janet will take such good care of him.” She nodded her head. “He'll give us apples!”
“Approval.”
“You sure?” Alice blinked, her green eyes taking on that vacant look. “Because we need mass produce. Apples are produce.”
“Wrong produce,” I groaned. “Not vegetables and fruits. We have to make a lot of the bimbo serum. Give it to women.”
“So they'll be as pretty as me?” Alice asked. “And feel all warm and bubbly and happy?”
“Yes,” I groaned, leaning back in my leather chair, Veronica's tongue swirling about the tip of my cock.
“Oh, that's so wonderful,” Alice gushed. She hugged me and peppered my face with kisses. “Oh, Frank, you are such an amazing husband. The absolute bestest. You just want to help all those poor women who used to be me like me. Yay!”
“Yep,” I groaned, my hand slipping down, squeezing her tit. “We'll give them big cans and great asses.”
“Cans?” Alice frowned. “Why do they need cans?”
“Tits,” I panted. “Shit, Veronica, you are sucking my cock so hard.”
“She has to. That's the president's job. To pleasure the CEO. That's me and you. She has to pleasure us. Ooh, and I need pleasure. My pussy is all wet and tingly and itchy. So itchy, Frank.”
“Um, should I go, sir?” Carter asked as my hand shoved down my wife's top.
“Yes, yes,” I told him. “Invite the FDA guy to a party at my house. We'll let my wives show him the joys of the bimbo treatment.”
“Yay!” clapped Alice. “Parties are so fun. I remember my last party. I got all naked and let the men play with my body. And I made them all so hard they hurt, so I had to cure them. I couldn't let them suffer.”
“You couldn't,” I panted, her breast was out, her fat, pink nipple so succulent.
I leaned over and sucked on it, making my wife squeal as my dick throbbed in Veronica's mouth. The bimbo bobbed, taking more and more of my dick in hand. My balls tightened, the pressure growing as she swallowed the tip of my cock down her throat.
I groaned as Veronica hummed, pleasuring my cock. My hands pushed down my wife's tight sheath dress, the fabric molding to her beautiful curves. She moaned in delight as I sucked and nibbled on her fat nub, loving it with my mouth.
“You are the bestest husband in the world.” Alice's hands stroked through my hair. “Oh, yes. I love it. Suck on my nipple. You're making me all wet and tingly in my pussy.” She giggled. “Pussy. Do they call it that because it feels so wonderful when someone pets it?”
I popped my mouth off her nipple. “Sure,” I groaned, my hand sliding down.
“You're so smart. My husband is a smart sciency person!” Her thighs parted. I found her wet, shaved, and so hot. “Yes, yes, pet my pussycat. Stroke me. Oh, yes. Ooh, I want to purr. Oh, Frank, stroke me. Such the bestest. Isn't he, Veronica?”
Veronica didn't answer as she pressed her lips into the base of my cock, swallowing to massage my shaft. It was ecstasy buried in her throat.
“Veronica?” Alice moaned.
“She's got her mouth on my dick, honey. She can't talk.” I rubbed harder at her pussy. “Okay?”
“Right,” giggled Alice. “I forgot. Can't talk while sucking cock.” She shuddered. “Oh, yes, and pet the inside of my pussycat. I like that, too.”
“Like this?” I asked, shoving two fingers into my wife's wet depths.
The pleasure crossing her gorgeous face was priceless. She groaned and shuddered, bucking on her chair as my fingers worked in and out of her hot depths. Her pussy clenched about my digits, her silky flesh massaging them.
“Oh, yes, Frank, that's soooo good. Pet the inside of my pussykitty. You're making her purr. Oh, yes. You are the bestest pussy petter.”
“And you're just so cute,” I told her, digging my fingers in deep, my dick aching in Veronica's hungry mouth.
Alice kissed me hard, her breasts pressing into me, separated by my dress shirt. Her thighs clamped about my hand, locking my fingers in place as she kissed me so hard, her tongue dancing in my mouth.
I groaned, savoring the kiss and the blowjob. Veronica's mouth bobbed faster and faster, slurping, sucking, driving me wild with pleasure. I groaned, my hips arching, my chair creaking as she brought me closer and closer to cumming.
“Frank!” Alice gasped, breaking our kiss, her back arching as my fingers pumped in her depths. “Yes, yes, the bestest pussy petter. Oh, keep petting my pussy. You're gonna make me kablam!”
&n
bsp; “Explode?”
“Yes, yes.” She nodded her head, her red hair dancing. “My pussykitty is so hot and wet and your fingers are so wonderful and...” A smile crossed her lips. “Frank, you're the bestest!”
Her pussy spasmed about my fingers as her orgasm burst through her. She leaned back in her chair, her large tits dancing so invitingly as she heaved and thrashed, her thighs clamped tight on my hand while her hot juices flooded out.
The sight of her was enough. My balls clenched. I groaned and bucked up, my cock buried in Veronica's throat. My cum spurted, shooting right down the woman's gullet. I loved cumming in her mouth. She had been such a bitch before she injected herself with the bimbo serum.
And now she was my cock-hungry slut.
“Damn,” I groaned.
“Is she making your cock kablam?” Alice moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “Is your yummy cum pumping into her stomach.”
“Flooding her,” I groaned.
Alice clapped her hands in girlish excitement. “Isn't that just the bestest, Frank?”
“I don't know,” I groaned as the final blast of cum spurted into Veronica's mouth. “Cumming in your mouth or your pussy is even better.”
“Oh, I love it when you pet my pussy with your big cock.” She giggled. “It goes cock-a-doodle-do and erupts into my hungry pussykitty.”
“Yes, it does,” I groaned, still hard in Veronica's mouth.
“And you're still have a 'rection,” Alice gasped as Veronica's mouth popped off my dick. “Because I'm a super smart sciency person.”
“Yes, you are,” I told her stroking her face. Even as a bimbo, she could come up with new formulas, her intelligence just covered by the horny thoughts plaguing her. The intelligence serum banished those impulses, clearing her mind for about an hour.
As much as I loved bimbo-Alice, I loved talking to my wife when she wasn't an airhead.
“Your cock needs to feed my pussy, state!” she said.
“Stat,” I told her, and she frowned at me in confusion. I laughed. “Hop on, honey.”
“The bestest husband!” she proclaimed.