Warning: this story contains bestiality, gang bangs, drugs, nc-sex, etc.
The origin of Super bimbo.
Written by: The Pumping Pony.
Tina Loveheart was walking at the back of the group. Her high school class was at a field trip to the local condom factory. It was a brand new state of the art facility. Everything had a clean antiseptic and rubbery smell.
She was a cute girl with blond curly hair. She was also what was known as an early bloomer. Long legs and big tits made her popular with the boys but it also earned her the jealousy of the other girls in the class.
The tour guide turned to address the group.
“This is the stress test and quality control room. Every condom produced here is automatically rolled on to the aluminum rods. They then proceed to penetrate the artificial orifice twenty times.” She said pointing to twelve devices.
Tina looked at the contraption. Twelve lines of aluminum rods, rounded at the end came in to the room, through the wall on the far side of the room.
When they reached the end of the line they angled down and attached to a pneumatic piston.
The aluminum rod proceeded to penetrate a receiving contraption with a silicone orifice, a fake pussy of sorts. It made a series of lightning fast thrusts that sounded like machine gun fire. Then the rod was replaced with a new one. Over and over again.
The group headed out toward the packing room. As Tina was about to step out the door, she was grabbed from behind.
Three girls lead by the school's head cheerleader Amanda were dragging her back to the machines.
“You know, I always felt that you were to uptight, Tina. So we are going to strap you in to one of these machines. It think it would be good for you. Now, which one should I chose? Hmm..” Amanda said with an evil grin on her face.
She walked up and down the line pretending to think and examine the devices. Fiddling with a role of duct tape.
Tina tried to protest but one of the girls kept a firm hand over her mouth.
“How about this one? The smooth three inch ones. No, you say? You want the foot and a half long extra thick and knobbly one? Why Tina, you dirty girl. Well, if you insist.” Amanda said pretending to talk to Tina in a taunting voice.
She stopped the condom conveyor with a push of a button and pushed back the mock pussy and made room for Tina.
The other girls bent Tina over it and Amanda started taping her down. A sock was put in her mouth and then they taped it shut.
The girls maneuvered Tina into place so her ass was only an inch from the condom clad aluminum rod.
Amanda altered the settings on the machine from twenty times at five thrusts a second. To a thousand at max speed. Then she pushed the on button.
A foot and a half of condom clad aluminum rod shot forth up Tina's ass and fucked her with near full length strokes with the speed of a jackhammer.
The girls gathered around her and took pictures with their cellphones. Then they left her to be raped by the machine over and over until someone at the factory would find her.
In the first few hours she didn't notice anything strange. All she could think of was the pain, the humiliation and the added humiliation to come when she was discovered.
Then she noticed a tightness across her chest. As if her sweater had shrunk and pink bubbly thoughts were popping in to her head. Making her feel happy and giddy and to her surprise she started to orgasm, hard.
Peter Simpson the CEO of LIVE Prophylactics Inc., was taking a last look at the production line. He was in the hidden room between the lubricant application machinery and the stress test and quality control room.
He watched as the machine applied two new drugs on the condoms. On the inside the machine applied a penis enlargement drug.
It would slowly make the men's cock grow
forcing them to by LIVE Inc.'s mega condoms. The biggest ones on the market.
On the outside the machine applied a drug called BIMBOZINE 5, straight on the
tip so it wouldn't rub off in quality control. It would turn the women into
sexy and overly horny airhead sluts.
That would increase sales ten fold in a year.
Simpson felt clever watching his machine work. More clever than he was.
He had never invented anything or conceived an original idea.
He had stolen the formulas for the drugs from his former employer and stolen the money to start this business. And the idea that other companies would adapt their condoms to the growing demand for larger ones, didn't occur to him.
He was dreaming of building a vast business empire using this method.
He left the room walking into the hallway. Everyone had left for the weekend and the only sound came from the machinery that would run on automatic until Monday morning.
He realized that one of the sounds were off. Something were not running the way it was supposed to.
It sounded like it came from the stress test and quality control room.
He put his hand on the door handle as his cellphone rang and he picked up.
It was one of his sellers who had secured an export contract. In his excitement, Simpson forgot about the strange noise and headed for his car.
Monday morning 7:00.
Earl, the security guard at LIVE Inc., unlocked the door to his office. A mug
of coffee in his hand, he started to switch on the security monitors.
He took a mouth full of coffee and locked at the images on the monitors. A jet of coffee sprayed over the desk followed by a fit of coughing.
Earl couldn't believe his eyes. There was a woman duct taped to a machine, and what a woman.
Thick long golden blond hair, long legs, huge ass and enormous tits.
Hi picked up the phone and called the boss.
“Boss, I think we have a big problem.” Earl said over the phone.
“What's wrong?” Simpson asked.
“There is a woman stuck on one of the machines. In quality control. I think the machine has been fucking her all weekend. What do I do? Should I call the hospital?” Earl said.
“Find out who she is and how she got there. Touch nothing. I'll be there in a moment.” Simpson said and hung up the phone.
Earl brought up the security recording. Starting Friday afternoon. He found were a group of girls taped down another girl into the machine.
But she looked nothing like the woman he saw now on the monitor.
He pushed fast forward.
To his amazement he saw her slowly transform in to the sex bomb who was there now.
Peter Simpson entered the room. Earl was there and he had taken the touch nothing command literally.
The woman was still in the machine and the machine was still running.
He looked at the woman and realized that she had taken roughly twelve thousand doses of BIMBOZINE 5. He thought he could see her change before her eyes. All her clothes had torn as if she was a XXX parody of the She-Hulk, minus the green skin and hair.
Her long golden hair reached the floor, big blue eyes that stared into nothing, her thick whore red lips were open in a 'blow up doll' O-shape. That hinted of a giddy smile. But it was her tits that was the truly amazing thing. They dominated her body with there size.
He moved his hands in front of her eyes and got no response.
He realized her brain was mush and she was probably unaware of everything that wasn't fucking her.
“It's one of the girls from the tour last Friday. Some of them taped her down as a joke, I think. I really think she needs a doctor.” Earl said.
“It's too late for that. She has taken like ten thousand doses of BIMBOZINE. That have to be a fatal overdose, right? I'm going to find one of those superheroine costumes, you are going to get the boys from the warehouse and gangbang her. Make sure you leave a lot of cum all over her. Then we dump her in some alley. The cops will think she is just another one of those superheroines who gets raped to death in an alley. So they won't bother to investigate her.” Simpson said. He had always thought that he was smart enough to outwit any cop.
Tina made a disappointed 'Oooh' noise when they switched off the machine. But she made no other attempt to speak.
Simpson returned an hour later.
The men had the woman on her back, on the floor. They had removed the shredded remains of her clothes and now she was totally naked.
One of the men was between her legs fucking her. She seemed to orgasm with every other thrust. They had made a good job of smearing her with cum. It was all over her tits, face and hair.
“Ok. Guys dress her up in this and fuck her until lunch time. Then I'll dump her in an alley behind some Horse and Donkey show club. There is always super sluts turning up there.” Simpson said. Handing over the outfit to one of the men.
It was a skimpy outfit. Just a pink top with a small cape in the back and a a very short pink skirt with a white belt.
“What does 'S.B.' stand for?” He asked. Pointing to the print on the top and cape.
“Don't know, don't care. I just grabbed the first one of the rack. I got to go. Just do as I say and tell me when it's done.” Simpson said.
“Ain't you going to have a turn. Her brains might be gone. But she still fucks real good. Tight as hell and real wet.” One of the men asked.
“I have to get some work done and I have to remove all other evidence.” He replied.
And I'm not getting my DNA-evidence involved in this. He thought.
The men took turns on Tina till just before lunch time. When they realized she had passed out. Whether or not it was exhaustion, too many orgasm or the BIMBOZINE overdose killing her. They didn't know and they didn't want to know.
They called Mr. Simpson and loaded her into the back of his car.
Later.
Mr. Simpson pulled his car in to the alley behind 'Jugs and Studs' the horse
themed brothel and family restaurant. The fastest growing Horse
show/brothel/restaurant chain in the world.
The alley was littered with garbage bags, old crates, boxes and paper.
Just the kind of place were superheroines would go to get gangraped.
There was already three superheroines laying passed out there, covered in cum and far down the alley a gang was working on a forth superheroine.
Trying not to draw any attention to himself. He begun to pull Tina out of the back of his car.
But her tits had continued to grow in the back of the car and it was like she had two overstuffed beanbag chairs attached to her chest.
Finally he managed it. He lay her beside a black superheroine next to a dumpster.
Then he silently reversed his car back to the parking lot and went in to Jugs and Studs to eat.
Later that afternoon.
Peggy Diaz the manager of this Jugs and studs walked out the back door. She had
started working here as a waitress/whore then she moved up to performing on the
horse and donkey show.
She had managed to save up enough money to buy the place before her pussy and ass wore out.
She looked out over the alley. There were the usual crop of superheroines laying strewn about the place.
She counted nine. It must have been a slow day. Maybe that's why the business inside was booming.
She saw one of the superheroines stirring. She was a blond with tits that were enormous even by superheroine standards and she looked to be in good condition for a superheroine dumped in an alley.
She stood up looking confused.
“Rough day?” Peggy asked.
Tina couldn't remember anything about her day and a tingling in her cunt had her soon forget the question.
“Oh, what?” Tina said after a while.
“So, what does SB stand for? Super Babe, Slut Bitch, Super Bimbo?” Peggy asked. Pointing to the white letters on her pink outstretched top.
“Bimbo.” Tina said, meaning it to be a question. The tingling in her cunt was making her brain all fuzzy.
“You wouldn't be looking for some work, are you? I own this place and there are plenty of men and horses who would love to go balls deep in you. Want to earn some money by fucking?” Peggy asked. Realizing that Super Bimbo wasn't just a clever name. This woman was as airheaded as she looked.
“Fucking!” Tina said with glee.
“Men or horses?” Peggy asked.
“Horses.” Tina said.
“You're just repeating what I say last. Aren't you, Super Bimbo.” Peggy said leading Tina into Jugs and Studs.
“Bimbo.” Tina said.
“That's ok. I can work with that.” Peggy said. Showing Tina into the back room.
Super Bimbo looked out over the room. Everything was in glossy plastic pink and purple. Tables and chairs were all filled with paying costumers. The room was filled with the smell of sex, animals and fatty deep fried food.
Waitresses in skimpy outfits were serving food and some were providing sex at the tables. She had been given an identical outfit as the waitresses. But even the biggest top had to stretch to the limit over her huge tits. This was a testament to how big her jugs had grown. There was no shortage of busty women working here and there was a good supply of tops made to hold some massive fun bags.
Still there were none who could hold Super Bimbo's comfortably.
Super Bimbo's limited powers of attention was directed onto the stage.
A beautiful Latina woman was on the stage sucking the cock of a donkey.
Super Bimbo was licking her lips longingly. Soon it would be her turn.
The Latina woman was working the donkey cock like a pro, red full lips worked the cock hard.
Her right hand gripping the cock tight so the bucking donkey's cock wouldn't slip from her hungry mouth.
Then all of a sudden her cheeks inflated with near explosive speed. She struggled to swallow it all. But had no luck. A blast of cum sprayed her face and tits. She took a bow and received a smattering of applause.
Peggy walked up on stage, picking up a microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today we have a new performer here at Jugs and Studs and you know what that means. We must find out how much she can take. So we are going to line up some of our studs and have them bang her until she cries for mercy. Now ladies and gentlemen a genuine superheroine. With the biggest tits on stage here in town, Super Bimbo.” Peggy said. She gestured for Super Bimbo to come on stage.
But Super Bimbo's eye had been caught sight of a waitress sucking a man's cock at a table and wasn't paying attention to Peggy. Until someone nudged her to the stage.
Smiling excitedly she skipped on to the stage, her huge tits bouncing all the way.
The diners erupted in cheers as they saw that Peggy had made no hollow boast when she said Super Bimbo sported the biggest fun bags in town.
Super Bimbo walked to centre stage as Peggy was beckoning her to. The attention of the people warmed her. She realized she loved being on stage. Having others admire her body.
She was made to stand on all fours. Though it was more like all six, as her new bikini busters supported a lot of her upper body.
A mini stallion was led onto stage. The first and smallest horse in the Jugs and studs stables.
The small horses were normally kept for Wednesday amateur night.
He was the size of a big dog, white with black and brown patches. A hard foot long cock hung under his belly.
He mounted her like so many women before. Super Bimbo responded to the little horses rough penetration with a cry of joy.
It's hips slapped against her big ass, balls against her thighs. Horse and woman came together, hard and loud.
About three hours after Super Bimbo had broken the Jugs and Studs sex marathon record. She was still going strong, a donkey was having her up the ass for the third time, a memory came floating back.
It was vague, but she distinctly remembered four girls trying to be mean to her. Strapping her down in some kind of machine. Saying mean things to her.
She decided she would try and find these girls and repay them in kind.
But later. Now she was having too good a time now and didn't want to stop. Everyone was having a good time. The people watching were happy, cheering her on. The staff working here was making good money. The people were giving big tips. Generosity inspired by Super Bimbo's near childlike glee from the endless orgasms.
And Peggy was watching her with what looked like dollar signs for eyes.
Prologue.
Days later.
A sign hung on the gates of the LIVE Inc. prophylactics factory. 'Closed for
investigation by the Police.'
Everything was shut down. Strips of police tape was fluttering in the wind everywhere.
Peter Simpson was sitting at the police station in handcuffs. A fat policeman
sat in front of him smoking a cigar.
“I'm telling you. She is alive. She is working at that Jugs and studs joint on the other side of town. I swear she is alive.” Simpson pleaded.
“Oh Right. She magically turned from a petite school girl in to Super Bimbo over night. We talked to her boss. She said she had been working there for weeks. She can't be the same person. Wouldn't it be better if you just confessed. We have her DNA all over your factory and your personal car. Mixed in with the semen of most of the workers from the factory and I wouldn't be surprised if your semen isn't in there too.” The cop said. His patience wearing thin.
Peter Simpson had deleted all the security camera footage from that week. The only evidence that would have given probable cause for a DNA test of Super Bimbo.
“I swear she's lying. Just do a DNA test on her. You will see. It's her. We didn't kill her.” Simpson said. Desperately trying to convince the officer of his innocence.
“You're going away for a long time.” The cop said. In a sigh, stretching the word long.
The end?