Another
Based on the BimboTech Inc. universe created by The Sympathetic Devil
Story Code: MF Mult humor dru trans oral anal size toys
Special thanks to Nicole Mounds for her input on how NOT to create a bimbo. I hope I learned from the experience and did it right this time.
Another New Start - A BimboTech Inc.� Story
Mr. Weeks enjoyed the flight from the States. British Airlines always made the flight as good as flying commercial could be. Unfortunately it now took just as much time as the other airlines; the Concorde stopped flying years ago and British Airways were not using bimbos as flight attendants. The Concorde was too bloody expensive to run and then there was that doomed Air France flight. So, Mr. Weeks flew to London with the masses. The only difference was the people he worked for could afford to send him First Class (Still no bimbo flight attendant though).
The moving sidewalk carried Mr. Weeks to the main terminal where he went through customs. He was concerned for a moment, but the two plastic atomizers that looked like markers passed through without a problem. That was good, because he would have been ill-equipped without them. The pink and blue tubes were vital to his mission. Maybe not the blue, but the Reload would make his time in London more fun. The atomizers contained experimental versions of BTI's popular formulas. They didn't have as strong of an effect, but the effect was instant and was safer to use for multiple doses.
Once through customs, his journey to the Ritz Hotel London went without delay. Again Mr. Weeks enjoyed the luxury of traveling First Class. Mr. Weeks enjoyed the view of Hyde Park for a moment, wondering if the largest city in Europe was ready for an invasion of bimbos. It would certainly change the image of the British as stodgy and cold. He went to sleep thinking of all he had to do tomorrow.
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The Limousine dropped Mr. Weeks off at the Estate Agent that BTI had been in contact with by fax and telephone. They were going to drive him around and show him possible buildings that BTI could buy and set up a facility in. The Estate Agent had no idea what BTI wanted the building for and didn't really care, they just wanted to sell property, and they would sell Buckingham Palace to the Saudis if it went on the market. Mr. Weeks was show into the manager's office. He was a non-descript roly-poly man who shook Mr. Weeks' hand as if it was a thrown life line. Mr. Weeks barely noticed. He was staring at the other person in the office, a mousey young brunette with nice tits. Her method of dress was rather formal and concealing, but Mr. Weeks was sure that she was a DD or E cup. The young woman coolly returned his gaze, determined not to be put off by his wandering eyes.
The manager finally let go of Mr. Week's hand and said, "Let me introduce Ms. Lane. She will be the agent who will assist you in buying your new property. She will see that tax registration, utility hook-ups, etc. will be done or any services you may require, she's the girl to see." Ms. Lane gave her boss a look that would curdle fresh milk. He noticed and said, "erm agent to see, I mean."
The young woman stood up and offered her hand for Mr. Weeks to take, "I am Penelope Lane, at your service. My car is just outside and I have set up a tour of four properties for you to look at, the least desirable first. Let us proceed, shall we?" Mr. Week's eyes had never left Ms. Lane's drastically concealed body. No matter what she did, she could not obscure the swell of her gigantic breasts. She tried to ignore his rude gawking at her substantial mounds.
The first building Mr. Weeks did not even enter. It had the look and smell of a place used for shearing sheep. The second building was too small, the third too large. Penelope finally stopped at a building that used to be a medical clinic. Unfortunately the general populace was not ready to dump their family doctors and the clinic had failed. It had been empty less than a year. They got out of the car to inspect the building.
Ms. Lane's face had been getting redder and redder as they drove to the different buildings. Finally she had grown tired of his continuous undressing of her body with his eyes. She whipped out her mobile demanding, "Stop the rude, hungry look at once. I demand courtesy from you, or else I will call my boss and complain about your uncouth American ways and leave you here to fend for yourself." Mr. Weeks actually looked up into her eyes, a smile coming to his lips. Ms. Lane was puzzled by his grin, which allowed Mr. Weeks to pull the pink atomizer from his coat pocket and spray her face. She unconsciously took a breath bringing the Joy gas into her system.
"Why do I have my phone out? Who was I going to call?" Ms. Lane stared at the phone in her hand as if expecting it to answer her. Mr. Weeks' large hand covered the phone in her hands, closing it with a snap.
"I don't think that call was important Penelope. May I call you Penni? The name Penelope is as cumbersome as your clothing, Penni. By the way, aren't you hot, Penni? Perhaps you should unbutton a couple of buttons on your blouse. That will allow your wonderful tits to breathe and not be stifled as much. Also, you should save your longer skirts for winter. You don't want your ankles to get cold. Now follow me while I tour this building.
"Penni, Penelope, Penni? Yes, you're right Mr. Weeks, I like Penni better. It's easier to say and it's cute. *giggle* Hey wait up, Mr. Weeks, I can't unbutton my blouse and follow you at the same time. How many buttons did you want me to unbutton, anyway?"
"I would enjoy it if you would unbutton them all, but two will do for now, Penni." Mr. Weeks waited until she had unbuttoned two of her top blouse buttons then he proceeded on his inspection. He was jotting down some notes and a rough sketch of the floor plan. They entered the room where electricity came into the building. "Penelope, do you think we can get some electricians in here to do some modifications?" She appeared to be deep in thought as she looked at the door to the room. She grabbed her head and groaned.
"Thinking hurts Mr. Weeks. *giggle* How big are these elect� elec� erm� elec things anyway? *giggle* If we can get them in the door, they might fit in here. *giggle*" Mr. Weeks had a look of disgust on his face.
"Oh, I thought I was talking to Penelope, not Penni. Never mind Penni, please don't hurt yourself by thinking anymore." Penni just giggled, not saying another word, following Mr. Weeks like a lost puppy.
About half an hour later, Penni shook her head and moaned a little. She was sitting in her car. "Where am I? What's happening?"
"You were taking a nap Penni. May I call you Penni? Penelope nodded yes to him. "I think this property will do well, Penni. Please drive me back to my hotel, the Ritz. Once you have done that you can start the paperwork and arrange to have these things", Mr. Weeks handed Penni a hand written list, "at the building first thing in the morning." She dropped him at the hotel and returned to the office. Her coworkers were surprised to see her top two blouse buttons open and to hear her identify herself as "Penni Lane" on the phone."
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Penni was wearing a blouse made of lighter material and a skirt that only came to her knees when she picked up Mr. Weeks the next morning. He was pleased to see her wardrobe change and the fact that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. "You look lovely this morning Penni, how do you feel? Did you sleep well last night?"
Penni answered as she drove to the Estate Office, "I didn't sleep much Mr. Weeks. I kept having disturbing dreams. If you can keep a secret", Mr. Weeks nodded knowing what she was going to say, "OK, I've had hot dreams of� of� of sex. I got so hot I had to take my flannel nightie off. I slept with just a camisole and panties on."
"I'm glad that you confided in me Penni, you can feel free to tell me anything. I have become very fond of you Penni; you're like a daughter to me. If there is anything I can do to erm� for you, just tell me. I want to be more than just a client, we work well together. After I sign the papers, I'm going to ask your boss if you can continue to assist me." Penni blushed, but didn't say anything. The paper work at the office went well and Penni's boss gave her to Mr. Weeks for a few more days. She actually seemed pleased, which really confused her coworkers.
Once they had pulled up at the new BTI building, Mr. Weeks sprayed Penni with the pink atomizer again. She breathed deeply and moaned softly. "Thank you Mr. Weeks, I love the frag� frag� fra� ooooo, the smell of it. Why do they make such hard words Mr. Weeks? It's not fair, what's a girl to do?"
"Don't worry Penni I promise not to use hard words and you can follow me around today." Penni was so happy to hear Mr. Weeks' comforting words that she giggled for the next 10 minutes. "I'll bet you would feel better if you unbuttoned a couple more buttons on your blouse." After Mr. Weeks explained how many a couple was, she unbuttoned two more.
So when Mr. Weeks strolled into the power room, a giggling, happy Penni, whose large boobs were threatening to pop out of her blouse, it took him several minutes to get the foreman's attention. Needless to say, Penni was instantly surrounded by stiffies! The foreman finally managed to report that they were almost done with the power converters, British power to American Standard power, and would finish on the battery bank, providing smooth, spike/surge free power, for the sensitive BTI equipment. The foreman sounded like his British Honor was being smeared. Mr. Weeks nodded his approval then went to check on the supplies that had arrived. The foreman was sad to see Penni follow Mr. Weeks out of sight, but at least they could finish the job.
The supplies turned out to be a wide selection of sex toys from Pillow Talk in London. Mr. Weeks took notice of this and let Penni play to her hearts content. There were also a couple of racks of bimbo outfits. Mr. Weeks picked out a couple of outfits that would fit Peeni and took them and Penni back to her car. The spray would wear off soon and he wanted to get her in place before it did. He had some trouble getting the extra large black dildo from her, but when he did she pouted and curled up in her car seat to take a nap. Mr. Weeks hid the bimbo outfits in the backseat and waited for Penni to wake-up. She was not totally bimbofied, so she could drive him back to the hotel.
Penni awoke from her nap with her thumb in her mouth. She removed it being as discrete as she could. Mr. Weeks was seated on the left side of the car, next to Penni. "You had a good nap I hope. A girl has to get what ever sleep she can these days; it's important to be fully rested and give the most you can. You may take me back to the hotel now." Penni had problems changing gears as she drove back to the hotel. She apologized to Mr. Weeks about the jerky ride the car was giving. "Sorry Sir, I can't seem to know exactly how to do this. I am confused because I've been driving for� for� well, forever." Penni giggled at her poor memory.
They finally reached the hotel unharmed. Mr. Weeks looked at Penni, then sprayed her with the pink atomizer again. "Mmmmmmmmm, I love the smell Mr. Weeks. It makes me feel soooooo good! *giggle* I want to feel this good always! Can you do that for me Mr. Weeks?"
"I certainly can and will Penni. Now get your two new outfits out of the back seat and follow me to my room." Penni did and giggled all the way to the elevator. She walked a bit crooked as she held the short skirt and dress up, taken with the way the outfits would show off her large boobies and legs off. Mr. Weeks talked to her in a slow, clear voice as the elevator rose "I like you Penni a lot", Penni giggled, "and I want you to come work for me. You can always be happy and you'll get to wear pretty things like you're holding every day. You will also get gifts everyday, like the gifts I'm going to be giving you in my hotel room. Penni told Mr. Weeks that she was very happy and couldn't wait to get to his room.
The elevator finally arrived on the top floor and they went to Mr. Weeks' room. Penni was so excited that she almost ran over Mr. Weeks in her haste to follow him. When they had reached his room, he ushered her in and locked the door behind him. "Take off all your clothes Penni." When she was naked, her firm ripe tits jutting out from her comely torso, Mr. Weeks told her to undress him. Penni did as he asked but started to giggle, she knew that the new outfits wouldn't fit him. His hard, long cock was sticking straight out almost touching her kneecap. "Now kneel and take my dick into your hot mouth, make love to it. You will find that sucking cock will make you very happy and you'll love the taste of cum when my dick explodes in your mouth. You will want to have as much cock as you can get all the time." Penni took his tool into her mouth and sucked and tongued it the best that she could. Since it was her first time, Mr. Weeks gave her pointers on how to pleasure his cock. Penni did everything he told her because she wanted so much to please her new boss.
Penni even tried to deep throat Mr. Weeks, but she gagged. "Don't worry Penni, when the machines are hooked up I'll take care of that little problem. Here comes your reward, be careful not to spill a drop." Mr. Weeks' swollen tool ejaculated in Penni's sucking mouth and she swallowed every thick rope of cum. It tasted great and Penni could not get enough! She kept sucking keeping Mr. Weeks in a constant state of arousal.
Mr. Weeks pulled his cock out from between her lips. He ignored the pout and told her to get on the bed on her back. Mr. Weeks watched as her tits rose majestically from her chest. He climbed on top of her and wedged his dick between her massive mammaries. "Your tits are an OK size for tit-fucking, don't worry I'll get 'em bigger. This is another great way to get cum from a man, you'll love it. Now, squeeze your tits together. Make me a nice tight cunt out of your boobs, so I can fuck them and shoot all over your face and tits." Penni was happy to do as she was told. Soon, Mr. Weeks showered her face and tits with his spooge just as he had promised. Once Penni had cleaned off his drooping cock and began scooping gobs of fresh cum from her tits, Mr. Weeks sprayed his own face with a shot of Reload from the blue atomizer and gave Penni another shot from the pink one. Mr. Weeks fucked her all night long, using more spurts from the atomizers as needed. By the time Mr. Weeks woke just before 12:00, Penni was well fucked and a permanent bimbo.
Waking Penni up with a slap on her no longer virgin derriere, Mr. Weeks asked her if she was ready for breakfast. "Ouch, *giggle* what did you have in mind Mr. Weeks?" Her answer was her boss rolling onto his back. His erect cock quivered as it rose to its full height. Penni gasped, "Oh goody! Cock milk for breakfast!" She immediately took his hard dick into her mouth and began sucking him fiercely. After she had swallowed his hot cream and still had that hungry look in her eyes, Mr. Weeks told Penni to get dressed in a new outfit. She had a rough time deciding between the two, so he threw the new dress at her and told her to put it on. The red dress looked great on her, barely covering her naked bum and cut so low that a blind man could get lost in her cleavage.
Mr. Weeks asked Penni if she felt like driving and her response of, "We gonna play golf?" had him calling for a taxi. They arrived at the new BTI building just after the electricians finished hooking up all the power. Penni followed Mr. Weeks in while he met with the foreman and it was suddenly stiffie time again. Finding the work to be well done and ready for the installation of the BTI equipment, Mr. Weeks told Penni that she should give them a reward for doing a good job. "You mean like sex? *giggle, giggle*" Mr. Weeks told her that a blow-job for each man would be good. A queue formed right in front of the buxom bimbo, with the foreman being first. Much sucking and moaning declared the event a success.
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Penni smoothed her dress as she sat at the reception desk waiting for her first client of the day. She had already given Mr. Weeks his morning blow-job and basked in a satisfied glow while she rested her oversized tits on the counter and filed her long, red nails. Mr. Weeks had done everything that he promised and she now had a bashing bimbo body. Two old bitties from the Aid Society came in selling war bonds. Penni's hand moved to rest on the button that would take their cares away and sighed. A bimbos work was never done.
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