Skipper enjoyed the clicking sound of her heels on the concrete driveway as she walked to her car. With each step her massive tits bounced satisfactorily. It was a tight squeeze to get in the car. Her massive rack pressed up against the wheel thingy until she moved the seat back. Looking at the dashboard, Skipper realized she couldn't make any sense of the buttons or dials. The wheel thingy in front said F I A T. Did that have anything to do with it? She stared at the controls trying to figure out the car. But she just didn't know how to drive. Looking around she noticed a woman standing in the door of the house she had just left. It was her sister, Barbie! She could help. Skipper got out of the car and clicked her heels back up to the door.
"What's a matter?" Her sister asked as she approached.
"I don't know how to make it go," she waved her arms at the car. "It's all letters and stuff." She pouted.
"He left you a little too dumb didn't he?" Skipper looked at Barbie perplexed. "Ken," called Barbie into the house, "Skipper needs some help." Soon a man, Ken, stood in the doorway. "She can't drive," Barbie informed him.
"Hmmm. Well, let's see." He leaned over to Skipper and whispered in her ear, "You are the Princess of PornTits." Skipper's brain went fuzzy at the trigger. He pulled hown her dress, exposing her tits. He put his hands under each one, gently squeezing them. Suddenly her programming returned to her. Her master leaned back and asked, "Who are you?"
"This one is Bimbo Skipper," she responded. Her master let go of her right tit. He got out his cell phone and laid on her tits. The screen had the manual he had written about her programming on it.
"Ah, I left you as Skipper. Let's put you back on Chloe." He pinched her nipple, sending pleasure down to her pussy. Her brain grew fuzzy again. He gave a small twist to her nipple. She gasped and her paradigm shifted. She could no longer move. She was a doll, to be played with. She had no free will.
"This one is Dolly," she said, indicating the selection. Master tweaked her nipple again. More pleasure flooded her as again her brain shifted. She began panting, and her pussy was thuroughly wet. She was a bitch in heat, her body demanding to be fucked. "This one is Puppy," she said. He tweaked her nipple several more times, each one profoundly changing her perceptions and mindset until the reality he wanted set in. She recognized her Master and Mistress in this form. She realized her bimbo tits were exposed on the street, it embarassed her and turned her on at the same time. "This one is Chloe," she said automatically.
"Good," Master said, "Who are you?" He returned his right hand to holding her tit.
"This one is Bimbo Chloe."
"Ought to switch to a slightly smarter overlay." Master took his left hand off her tit and he began twisting her left nipple. More pleasure and another shift to her senses. Chloe could feel herself getting smarter, knowledge blossoming into her mind. Her desires and lusts became accentuated.
"Excellent," said Master. He held both her tits again. "Who are you?"
"This one is Cockslut Chloe." Master smiled and Chloe felt a surge of pleasure.
"Now to seal it with a kiss." His lips pressed against hers and the fuzziness faded away. He let go of her tits and Chloe moaned. "Alright, now go home Chloe." Chloe shook her head, reorienting. She remembered her tits were exposed and pulled up her top, blushing. She turned away from Master and Mistress and walked to her car.
Getting in she recognized the symbols. She could drive. In her cupholder was a bright pink Bimbo Juice Monster. She smiled and took a drink. The taste of dumb and blonde and big tits was delicious. Bimbo Juice turned the drinker more and more into a bimbo over time. Chloe and her Master were happy with the changes. Chloe started the car and drove off.
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