Beth and Rennae's Bimbo Experiment

It was around eight at night, as Beth brought the last of Rennae’s stuff into her apartment. The last experiment they did left Rennae’s house a mess, and it was going to be awhile before it could be deemed inhabitable again. In the meantime…

    “I’m surprised you want to try another experiment after what happened,” Beth said, bringing in a box sent to her by her associates. Beth was 25 years old, with medium black hair, and unusually colored, black eyes. She could change her form when she wanted, but at the moment she was comfortable with her B-cup breasts and flat butt, inside her skinny frame. She wore an old black t-shirt and shorts, not particularly concerned how she looked while she moved stuff in.

    “Well,” Rennae said, sitting patiently on the couch, “it was so much fun last time. I want to see what else you have.” Rennae was a few years younger than Beth, but her appearance said otherwise. She wore a button down white shirt which was tight against her DD-cup breasts, and a plaid skirt to cover her curvaceous bottom. Her platinum blonde hair and lavender eyes, accentuated her tan skin well, and it was rare to find her without a wide smile on her face.

    “Just making sure,” Beth said, placing the box on the table and starting to open it up. She didn’t request anything too specific. Just that it wouldn’t destroy her apartment. Opening up the box, she found a bottle, a letter, and smaller pink box, containing some clothing.  Once again, Beth’s associates had given her a potion without telling her much, so she opened the letter hoping to shed light on what they were getting into.

    Dear Beth and friend,

    I’m glad to hear that you wish to continue experimenting. I’ve included this letter, because this potion is a bit different than the others. First off, unlike the other potions which last until you take antidote, this one will only last for a week before you revert to your original self. It is designed like this, because you’re going to forget about the antidote. This isn’t an insult, just trust me, you’re going to forget. Don’t worry, they’re still be ample time to play around with your new selves. I’ve taken the liberty of including a few items of clothing for the two of you to wear when you feel the time is right. Have fun!

    Sincerely,

    M

    “I think it might have something to do with bimbos,” Rennae said, investigating the package.

    “What makes you say tha-“Beth immediately shut up as she saw a pink top with the word slut in large white letters held up by Rennae. “I see your point,” she said, as Rennae continued to examine the clothing.

    “Oooh,” Rennae said, fawning over the clothes. “I’ve always wanted to try being a bimbo.”

    “Well if you want to try,” Beth said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She made her way to the kitchen and poured the bottle into two glasses. The potion was a caramel colored frothy drink, with a strong scent of sugar emanating from it. Beth walked back into the living room and handed Rennae her drink. “Whenever you’re ready,” she said, holding up her glass.

    Rennae eagerly chugged her drink, and Beth followed her lead. As she suspected, the potion tasted of a caramel flavored beer, with a large amount of sugar to balance out the bitterness. As soon as she put the glass down, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body. Looking down she noticed her chest start to expand.

    “Beth, my breasts feel weird,” Rennae said aloud, blushing and clutching her growing breasts, “they’re tingly and soft.”

    “Mine too,” Beth replied, watching as her cleavage started to stretch her shirt to its limits. In a short amount of time, she had surpassed Rennae’s original DD. However, Rennae was already at around a pair of J-cups, and showed no signs of stopping. Beth fondled her breasts, noticing that they had become quite sensitive, eliciting a small moan from her mouth.

    Rennae ripped off her tight shirt and started tweaking her nipples. “This feels sooo nice,” she moaned.

    Beth pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra, giving her boobs ample room to grow. At the same time, she noticed something else start to change. Reaching down her back, she felt ass cheeks that were much thicker than before. She could already feel her underwear getting wedged in her crack, as her ass filled out her once loose pants. “You might have me on tits,” she said fondling her new butt, “but I’m going to have a bit more junk in my trunk.”

    Rennae smiled. “Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean I don’t have it.” She let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing her bubble butt growing exponentially. The only piece of clothing was her pink thong, once a pair of medium sized panties.

    “No fair, you already had curves,” Beth pouted, with a combination of awe and jealousy for Rennae’s body. “It’s the same as last time,” Beth thought to herself. “Rennae got the huge tits and ass while I got the belly. The chubby, soft, flabby, wonderful feeling-“

    She tried to stop herself, but the damage had already been done. Her powers took hold of her thoughts, as her belly began to develop a thick layer of flab. She grabbed a handful of her gut and jiggled it around. “Oh great, not again,” she sighed.

    “Aww Beth now you have a sexier belly than me,” Rennae teased, grabbing Beth’s belly and rubbing it.

    “Rennae, mmmph, stop it,” Beth said, stifling a moan as Rennae continued to rub her fingers along her sensitive skin. Beth closed her eyes for a moment to let the feeling sink in. Opening her eyes again, she noticed that her skin had been a dark caramel color. Shaking her head, a lock of platinum blonde hair fell in front of her vision. Looking down, she saw that Rennae’s hair had changed to match lavender shade as her eyes.

    “Beth,” Rennae said, exasperated, “I’m feeling really horny for some reason.”

    “Well then,” Beth said, twirling her blonde hair in her fingers. “Since you got to play with me, I think it’s only fair if I do the same. K?” Without warning, she pushed Rennae onto the couch and began to gently rub Rennae’s clit.

    With just a few slow motions, Beth could already feel Rennae getting wet. “You like that? How’s it feel to have someone else touch a sensitive area?” Beth continued to finger Rennae, making small motions around her clit, as Rennae began to shake with lust.

    “It feels nice,” Rennae moaned lustfully. That was all Beth needed to quicken her pace. Tending to Rennae’s sweet spot with utmost care. To her surprise, Rennae seemed to last longer than usual, however that came to an end once she found her special spot. It only took a few swift movements until Rennae climaxed, moaning loudly, as her legs shook with pleasure.

     “That was fucking amazing Bea,” Rennae said, lying back on the couch to rest.

    “Glad you liked it, but,” Beth replied, laying down on the couch with her legs opened wide, “I need some attention too.”

    Rennae leaned down and started to eat her out. “Yes, just like that,” Beth said. Rennae made wide motions with her tongue, sucking on her folds, and roughly licking her clit. Her tongue started to work viciously, licking up Beth’s juices. Beth’s legs closed in around Rennae’s head, pushing her further in. “Yes, almost there. Faster, harder!” Rennae’s tongue motions became faster and deeper, lapping up every single inch of Beth.

    “Yes, yes, agggghhh,” Beth finished, her toes curling and body shaking, covering Rennae in her juices. Breathing heavily, Beth basked in her ecstasy, not noticing that she was starting to forget things and feel less intelligent. “That was awesome, uh, what was your name again?”

    “It’s Rea, silly Bea,” she said, bonking Bea on the head.

    “Sorry I, like, totally forgot,” Bea said, planting a kiss on Rea’s cheek. Bea got up from the couch and attempted to put back on her old clothes. She struggled, forgetting that she had quite outgrown her old size. “Stupid clothes fit,” she said with frustration, trying to pull her pants over her big butt.

    Rea grabbed the box of bimbo clothes and handed it to Bea. “Try these.”

    Bea quickly put on the clothes and checked herself out in a nearby mirror. The pink slut top covered her heavy breasts, but only barely, with her chubby belly hanging out for all to see. Her shorts were smaller than most underwear, leaving the bottom of her ass cheeks out for everyone to see, and her pink thong peeking out from the top “I look hot,” she said posing in the mirror. “You should get dressed too Rea, although,” she wondered gazing at Rea’s naked body, “you could go naked.”

    “You think so?” Rea said, blushing.

     “Yeah,” Bea said grabbing a handful of Rea’s ass. “It’d be easier to fuck your brains out.”

    Rea giggled. “Like, you might not be enough Bea.”

    “Oh, right,” Bea said, disappointed. It took a while, but finally Bea’s small brain came up with an idea. “Then, like, let’s go find more people,” she said, tossing Rea a set of skimpy, black clothing.

    Seeing Rea struggle, Bea helped her get into the clothing. Like Bea, Rea had black top that loosely held her bosoms, this one black with BITCH written in white. Bea was about to help her into the black, fishnet stocking when she noticed a small card hidden in the box. While Rea put them on, Bea read it out loud. “It says, for a good time go to this address-M” Bae looked it over, and gave a mischievous smirk. “Wanna try?”

    “Yup,” Rea replied, squeezing into her short skirt, “I’m ready to, like, get my ass fucked.

    Not wasting any time, the two of them headed outside, hailed a taxi, and told the driver to drive to the location on the card. The two arrived and exited the car, leaving a pair of kisses on the driver’s cheeks as a tip. The club was hidden among a series of alleyways, with only a bouncer and a line of people at the front to show them where it was. “Let’s get fucked up!” Bea shouted, strutting over to the door, giving Rea a good view of her ass.

    “I’m ready for some fun!” Rea shouted in agreement, her tits almost popping out of her shirt, giving a show for the people outside.

    Upon walking up to the door, the bouncer seemed to recognize them, letting them skip past the long line and enter. Dance music pumped loud throughout the club, as flashing, multi-colored lights lit up the dancers. Bea immediately went to the bar and ordered shots, flirting with a nearby guy, “accidentally” letting her top slip down. Meanwhile, Rea hit the dance floor, dancing and shaking her hips as hard as she could, drawing the attention of all the women in the room. One by one, they came on the dance floor to dance with her, groping her body, and taking turns grinding on her juicy backside.

    Meanwhile, Bea finished her fifth shot, and turned her attention to the next person. She let drop a few not-so-subtle flirtatious remarks, rubbing her hand on his knee. Just as she was about to unzip the lucky club goer’s jeans, the bartender tapped her on the shoulder.

    “You’re a friend of Ms. M, right?”

    “Yeah, like, we’re BFFs!” Bea took her eyes off of her partner to look over the bartender. “Wanna join me cutie?”

    “No mam, I just wanted to tell you that M has set up a private room in the back for you. You and your companions can use it if you want to do something a little more private.”

    “Really?” Bea smiled. Beckoning her group of potential lovers to follow her. She found Rea sweaty and dancing with what the potion gave her, along with a multitude of women. “Rea!’ Bea yelled, getting her attention. “Did you find someone you like?”

    Rea responded by grabbing a nearby girl with short red hair and kissing her. ”Yeah, she’s, like, so sexy Bea.”

    “Follow me and bring whoever else with you then. They have a room where we can fuck all night long.” The pair headed for the back, being followed by their menagerie of potential lovers. Bea had chosen a mix of guys and girls of varying body types, while Rea stuck to women.

    The private room was larger than expected, able to house all of their guests and more. There were velvet seats, couches, and chairs with mood lighting hanging from the ceiling. Closing the door behind them, they could still hear the muffled dance music through the door.

    Keeping to the beat, Bea and Rea began to strip for their guests. Seductively, beckoning to join them as they started throwing their clothing off at will. It didn’t take long for Bea to start sucking her first cock and for someone to eat out Rennae while another licked her asshole. With one guy finished, Bea called over another two to penetrate her from both ends, all the while she started finger another woman’s pussy.

    The two bimbos seemed to pleasure a new person every minute, swiftly moving on to the next. They climaxed themselves multiple times, although their libido never seemed to be sated. As another guy pulled out of Bea’s chubby ass, she sought out Rea who was pleasuring another woman on a couch with her mouth. Crawling on all fours, and with a new guy penetrating her, Bea knelt in front of Rea’s vagina and began lick up her juices. She wanted to let her know she was still hers.

    The orgy continued into the dead of night, with new people being cycled in and out to try and satisfy Bea and Rea. As each person left, they wrote down their name and number on a card and put it in a bowl by the door, should they ever want to join in on another round. The last two in the room were Bea and Rea, intertwined with one another, exhausted from their last session. With her last bit of strength Bea kissed Rea on the lips. “You’re such a sexy bitch.”

    “Same to you slut,” Rea replied, as the two drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

            The two awoke late the next day, still on top of each other and covered the mess of the previous night. “Morning cumdump,” Bea said, brushing hair from out of her face. Getting up off the couch, she found her discarded clothes in the corner of the room and got dressed. “Wanna, like, go home. I feel sticky and nasty.”

            “That’s, like, a good idea,” Rea agreed, putting on her own clothes.

            The two exited the private room to be met by one of the staff members who offered them a ride back the Bea’s apartment. Arriving safe and sound, with a new box of bimbo clothing given to them by M, they waved goodbye to their driver and went inside. It took a few tries to remember where she left her extra key, but finally Bea unlocked the door and entered.

            “Guess I’ll go shower,” Bea said, throwing off her clothing as she made her way to the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks and looked back at Rea “If you like, you could come join me.”

            “Like, sure,” Rea said, already stripping naked.

            The two bimbos started scrubbing each other clean, paying special attention to their sensitive areas. It didn’t take much for the washing to turn into something else, as the two women began playing with one another’s bodies. This happened multiple times, but eventually they shut off the showerhead and dried off, squeaky clean.

    “Still totally, awesome Rea,” Bea said, slapping Rea’s ass with her towel.

    “Look, but don’t touch Bea,” Rea giggled, purposefully wiggling her butt as she put on her clothes.

    “That’s not what you said last night,” Bea replied, putting on her own set of clothes. “You were fucking anything with a pulse.”

    “You, like, have only one thought Bea,” Rea teased

    “Like, so what? If it feels good, whatever.” Bea embraced Rea in her arms and groped her ass. “Wanna go back tonight?”

    “Like, that would be so fun,” she replied, slapping Bea on her butt.

    And so the two went back to the club that night, finding new and familiar guests to entertain. Just like last time, they ended the night pleasuring each other and waking up the next day, going home to wash up, and going right back the club the next evening for more fun. This went on for about a week, with the bar staff getting very familiar with their routine and slightly annoyed at having to clean the room every day. On the last evening, Bea and Rea were somehow able to get home before knocking out for the night.

    On that morning, Beth slowly opened her eyes as daylight poured into her bedroom. She lifted her head from the pillow, feeling clear-minded for the first time in days. With a yawn and a stretch she carefully got out of bed, being careful not to wake up Rennae. Looking in a nearby mirror, she saw that she was back to her old self, with a ripped, pink top dangling off her thin frame.

    “Awww, it wore off,” Rennae whined, waking up to find her bust back to its regular size. “I’m going to miss being a bimbo, it was so much fun.”

    “Ugh,” Beth winced, finally feeling the aftermath of seven straight nights of partying and sex. “Yeah it was fun, but I’m not too happy with the after effects. Remind me to get tested.”

    “Do you think I could be a bimbo again?” Rennae politely inquired.

            “Unfortunately, that’s not possible. We drank the entire bottle on our first night and that was all I had. I don’t know how-“

            At that moment Beth’s doorbell rang. She threw on an old shirt to make herself decent, and answered the door to find a package at her feet. Inside were four more bottles of bimbo booze, more clothing, and another letter.

            Dear Bea and Rea,

            I heard that the two of you had quite an exciting time at my club this past week. Don’t worry, everyone there was a friend of the organization so don’t worry about anyone spreading the news of your evening escapades. I’ve also taken the liberty of covering your tab, Bea. You’re quite the heavy drinker aren’t you? By now you’ve probably reverted back to your old selves, and maybe missing your bimbo lifestyle. So, I have included enough dosage of the potion to last you both about a month should you wish to continue. However, I must advise that you consider your other responsibilities and obligations before committing to a month long transformation. Hope to speak to you and your friend soon.

            -M

            “Yes!” Rennae cheered, grabbing a bottle from the box. “Let’s get changed Beth!”

            “Hold on Rennae,” Beth said, swiping the bottle from Rennae’s hands. “I don’t think I’m prepared for being a bimbo again, let alone a full month of being one. Someone has to pay the rent and I don’t think my body can take that much punishment again.”

            “Oh,” Rennae said, disheartened. “Well, maybe I could just change for a month. I could be like your pet bimbo. Please Beth, I had so much fun.”

            Beth mulled the idea over in her head. Rennae seemed to really enjoy the bimbo lifestyle, and it might be fun having her own personal bimbo pet. This time she might actually remember the sex. “Okay Rennae,” she said, popping the top off the bottle, “you can be a bimbo again. You, dirty slut,” she teased with a smile.

            Rennae grabbed the bottle and immediately chugged it. “Thanks so much Bea,” she said already going into her bimbo language. Dropping the bottle on the ground, she embraced Beth and gave her a kiss. “This is, like, going to be so much fun!”
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    “Rea I’m home,” Beth announced, getting back from work. Looking around she noticed Rea was unusually, absent. Most of her clothes were missing, save for a pair of fishnet stocking and a thong from the previous night. It wasn’t difficult to guess where she had gone to.

    “Oh, right,” Beth said to herself, sort of relieved that the bimbo wasn’t home. For the past few days, Rea would jump on Beth the moment she would get home. While it was usually enjoyable, she found it difficult to keep up with Rea’s libido.

    “At least she’s having fun,” she said, exhausted, sitting down on the couch to unwind from the long work day. She began to wonder if maybe it was time for Rennae to meet M. M did say it would be okay to bring friends to meet her associates. Beth made up her mind. As soon as Rennae was back to normal, she would introduce her to the gathering.