The Bimbo Pill, Chapter Three

Three attractive women walked through the local mall. Two of them were brunettes, dressed in conservative professional wear; the third was a blonde with a spectacular figure, much revealed by her tight-fitting blouse, ass-hugging miniskirt and the six-inch heels that turned her walk into a jiggling mince as she struggled to keep pace with the assertive strides of her two companions.

"Hurry along, Billie Sue!" demanded Felicia. "We don't have all day to get you the sexy little outfits you deserve, honey!"

"Yes, Miss Felicia," the bimbo who had once been Felicia's boss replied.

Portia stopped before a particular boutique, well-known in the town for its clientele of the sluttiest young women--the ones who were natural bimbos. "This is the place, Billie Sue," she said, pointing to the door.

"Cock-Tease? Are you sure I'm ready for that kind of clothes, Miss Portia?" the blonde asked in her breathy whispering voice.

"Of course you are!" Portia insisted. "What other shop in town could dress a bimbo like you as you should be dressed? Just look at that rack of yours--where else could we find a blouse that would simultaneously hold it up and show it off than here?"

With that, Felicia and Portia guided their creation into the shop, where the heavy beat of club music throbbed and the sales staff all looked like the store's best models for its line of tight, revealing, almost fetishistic attire. As Billie Sue Bimbo stood gaping, her blue eyes wide with a combination of desire and lack of intellect, the two female executives selected outfit after outfit for the blonde temptress, all to be charged against Bill's credit cards.

They escorted Billie Sue to the changing room. There they put her into an all-black creation--a silk skirt that clung to her thighs, even as it left them barely covered and a blouse with a sheer top with silver threads that showed off her magnificent boobs.

They looked over their Galatea. "Something's not right," Felicia mused. "Oh, of course--her hair's not blonde enough, yet." She looked directly at the bimbo and said, "Billie Sue, this needs more contrast. Your hair should be lighter, really platinum blonde to make this work."

The suggestion was all that was required. Her mind made pliant by the secret drug, her body made obedient to that mind as well, Billie Sue's hair grew lighter and shinier, until it was nearly white in color. And, as Felicia had suggested earlier, her IQ dropped another few notches.

She stood there, staring at the mirror, transfixed by her own image. Her hand strayed to her chest, and her long pink nails played with her nipples through the thin fabric.

"Look," Portia whispered to Felicia. "She displaying bimbo-ish behavior without any prompting from us! She can't keep her hands off her own tits...and watch where that other hand is straying!"

Indeed, Billie Sue's hands were both active, one teasing her nipples, the other rubbing her crotch. Felicia decided it was time to reinforce the idea. "Yes, Billie Sue Bimbo--dressing sexy turns you on, doesn't it? Go on--play with yourself...but don't come until I say so!"

The two women watched the male bimbo drive herself to a frenzy, feeling their own arousals grow at the display. Finally, Felicia realized Billie Sue couldn't hold it any longer. "All right, Billie Sue--Come!" And as she did so, Billie Sue plunged her hand into her panties, covering it with her own juices.

And Portia guided that hand to Billie Sue's mouth, urging her to suck up the male come and get used to it!

More to come