Ask yourself one vital question: What do two bimbos do when they are left to their own devices? Strip off their clothes with great eagerness and energy, then explore one another's tantalising, irresistible bodies with an equal amount of enthusiasm? Spend the rest of the night fingering, licking or otherwise rubbing one another's moist, slippery holes? Is that what you were imagining? Is that what you were expecting? Well... That just goes to show how dirty your mind is.
"I looove your hair!" giggled Evangeline in a manner that would make the part of her that would remember this later on punch a hole in the nearest wall. She stroked her hands lovingly through Chiu's hair, making her coo and nuzzle against Evangeline's chest. "You should show me how to make it like that, teehee!"
"Ooh, thank you!" Chiu replied. "Your tits are totes awesome!"
"Well, I try. A bimbo has to look her best, you know!"
It's an important thing to pay attention to. There are, in point of fact, different kinds and flavours of bimbos out there. Chisame had gone full ditzy nympho airhead with a cheerful disposition, resulting in a version of Chiu that was frankly way over the top compared to her most out-there sexualised performance as an Internet idol. On the other hand, Evangeline...
"Would you please rub my feet in between your tits?" Evangeline sweetly asked. "I bet that would be soooo hot!"
"Mmm, can't I just rest here for a little bit instead?"
"Oh, but that's no good at all!" Evangeline warned. She petted Chiu in a manner one might their cat, stroking down the back of her head and the neck. "Um, I heard that, like, rubbing sexy feet on your boobs makes them really POP! Teehee! Buuut, if you spend all your time resting your sexy face in between my hot goth tits it's going to make your pretty little face swell up just like they did!"
"Ohhh, nooo!" Chiu gasped. The bimbofied idol, desperate to make herself as sexy as possible, didn't even question what Evangeline was telling her. Because, you know, Evangeline was totes hot, and didn't she come here to ask for help or something? Why would she do that if she wouldn't get the help she wanted, whatever it was? Which is why Chiu scrambled to her knees, tugged down her dress to really show off her amazing knockers and took Evangeline's sexy little feet by her hand and put them in between those tits with the same kind of body language and desperation usually reserved for the Heimlich maneuver.
All the while, Evangeline stared down at her with a faux-innocent smile on her pretty little face. A dominant, manipulative bimbo. With a bizarre foot fetish. That is, making other people worship hers, as opposed to the more normal foot fetish which was finding other people's attractive. In any event, she intended to savour the sensation of Chiu's soft bosom embracing her feet and made no secret of the fact by whimpering, moaning and writhing uncontrollably.
Without warning the door creaked open. As such, tits deflated, intelligence reinflated, vapidity hid in the shadows and Chachamaru strode into the room while Evangeline was rubbing her foot on Chisame's bare chest.
"Pardon me," Chachamaru said. "I believe that I left the tea pot in here."
Evangeline twitched ever so slightly. This was not a thing she did. As in, well, any of that but that was specifically referencing the twitching. She didn't twitch. She made others twitch. She stared down at the geeky little nerdy loner who appeared to be frozen in shock and absolute mortal terror at the realisation she was squeezing her bosom around Evangeline's foot.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. Me?" Evangeline asked, using that foot to push Chisame down to the ground.
"I - I'm not sure!" Chisame answered. Oh yes, little mortal! Panic! Panic is good! Panic means you're not thinking up any lies, and oh wouldn't lies be a terrible thing to do just now when Evangeline the terror was overflowing with this much righteous fury. "I'm as in the dark as you!"
"Pardon me," Chachamaru interrupted. "Would you perhaps like me to bring in some lotion? It might make this easier for you both."
"Go! Leave!" Evangeline yelled. The android bowed, then quickly left the room. "As for you, I want answers about what this is all about, and why your tits are so soft to the touch? Oooh, that's just right! You really know how to give a good tit massage!"
The change happened the instant Chachamaru had left the room, teapot in hand. Both bimbofied once again, both giggly airheads engaging in a little foot in tits play. Although. Now Evangeline was looking over towards the door. Her servant was sooo cute! It made her pout. It really wasn't fair. She deserved a little bit of fun herself!
"Um, that's enough for now, I guess?" Evangeline sighed, sharply pulling out her foot. "Maybe you should, I dunno, go bring Chacha back in here? I think she had the right idea about that lotion, you know?"
"Oh gosh, you're so right!" Chiu said. "It would feel so much nicer having something like lotion in there. It would make my tits all slippery and fun to play with! Well. More fun than they are already!"
The two bimbos shared a giggle, and then Chiu skipped right out of the room without a second thought, maybe not even a first. Or half a thought. Anyway! It didn't look like Chachamaru had gone too far! Look, look! There she was in the kitchen cleaning the teapot!
"Oh, Chachamaru!" Chiu called, and then the instant the android turned around to face her, Chiu became a very concerned Chisame.
"Uh oh," Chisame said, much to Chachamaru's apparent confusion. "Well, that didn't exactly make anything better. In fact, I think I might have made things worse!"
"Is there something I may assist you with?"
"No, no... I just need to think about this!"
Evangeline was going to kill her. The first chance she got. Dead. As soon as the bimbo effect left her. Dead. So dead. What caused it? Why had she also changed? Why had she - both of them! - changed back the instant Chachamaru walked in the room? Then into bimbos again when she left? What was the trigger? What was -
Memetic. That was one of the words used to describe it. Oh, no! Memetic? It couldn't be... Think, think! Had the change happened the instant Evangeline had been told about it? That couldn't be it. Could it? If that was the case asking for help was the absolute worst thing to do at all! But how could she possibly tell Evangeline any of this? When they were alone she'd be turned into a bimbo. If someone else was around, they'd be affected by the effect as well!
"If there is nothing I can assist with," the android said. "Then I shall return to washing up. Please excuse me."
She turned around and, my goodness, that robot rump was delightful. Teehee! Look at it. The perfect little booty, just begging for a pinch. Chiu reached out and gave it a squeeze, prompting Chachamaru to peer over her shoulder at a profusely sweating Chisame.
"There... Was something on your... Butt."
Write it down. She had to write it down somewhere while she was still in control. Hand it to Evangeline, have her read it while Chachamaru was around without showing the android what it was. That was it! Yes, of course!
The trouble with that plan was what was going on back in Evangeline's room. The thing about bimbos, well, one of the many things, is that they can get bored pretty easily. Sure, she could check herself out in the mirror. Sure, she could play with her tits. Sure! But even in bimbo form nothing quite got her off like having someone beneath her feet. So! She stormed out of the room, or at least stormed out relative to how bimbos usually move. She skipped a little more forcefully, with the skips becoming actually thunderous footsteps when she entered the kitchen and saw Chisame with her hand on a slightly confused android's ass.
"Hands off, dumbass!" Evangeline yelled. "Chachamaru! I am in need of immediate analysis."
"W-Wait a minute! Don't!"
"Shut up, little miss groper! Anyway! This supposedly geeky idiot has somehow infected me with a bimbo infestation so, like, take your clothes off you sexy, sexy android and join the party already! Teehee!"
At the very instant Evangeline said the words "bimbo infestation", Chachamaru's body had completely transformed. The heels on her feet immediately grew, developing into a kind of permanent high heel. Following this, something rather peculiar began to happen throughout her entire body. Sure, the obvious things happened. Bigger boobs, blonder hair, waspish waist. But less obvious things as well. She had precious few external components. Everything outside made her look more or less human to disguise the circuitry that lay beneath.
Not so much anymore. Circuitry became more pronounced above the skin. However, the strange thing was that it didn't really look like circuitry at all. It looked more like, well, fake circuitry. As if someone was a human being pretending to be a cyborg, instead of actually being one. A sexy cosplay instead of the real deal.
"Running bimbo.exe," the cyborg said, adopting a monotone voice that, if anything, sounded completely like a bad performance of a robot. If either of the others were of the mindset to think of such things, it might have left them with the impression that rather than actually being a cyborg, Chachamaru was simply a bimbo cosplaying as one. But they didn't, so they didn't. The curtsey really should have tipped them off, and the same goes for the twinkle in her eye. "Fuckbot is totally ready for action. Please permit me to satisfy your sexual needs, teehee."
"Oooh," Evangeline cooed. "I definitely like the new look! Whatcha think?"
"Can I touch her butt again?" Chiu asked, hand waving around in the air. "Please, can I? Can I?"
"Only if you rub my feet with your tits!"
"Yaaay!"
- Evangeline gets another visitor, and the three must try desperately to keep from getting them infected as well!
- Skip to class, where the three of them are super stressed!
- Cue threeway between cosplayer, vampire and cyborg!
- They suddenly change back: Someone just started spying on them.
- Something else
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