Assisted Bimbofication Pt. 03

"Wake up, we're here." Olivia said as she pushed at Sandra. Sandra had been dozing off in Olivia's car, her usual schedule as a camgirl meant that she rarely got out of bed earlier than twelve, so when Olivia had come at exactly ten she had struggled to get out of bed and ring her in. She had been in a haze as Olivia directed her to take bath to clean off the smell of dried cum and sweat and put on some clothes. Olivia had specifically told her to look like a slutty party girl and Sandra had complied by applying heavy makeup, putting on a tight black tube top that pushed up her breasts, a white miniskirt and fuck me heels. She put up her hair in a high ponytail that left her neck and shoulders exposed and drew attention to her half exposed tits. Sandra had wanted to eat some breakfast but Olivia had insisted that they were already late and had shoved her into the car. However seeing that Sandra could barely keep her eyes open Olivia had relented and bought some strong coffee on the way. She had instructed Sandra to stay in the car as she went into the café, and if Sandra were still able to think critically she probably would have considered whether it was due to embarrassment of being seen with her or fear of being caught with the results of having illegally handed out faulty medicine. However the dumbing effects of the pills Olivia had given Sandra made that kind of thinking unappealing and difficult, so Sandra didn't bother, better to do what Olivia said, for a dumb slave like Sandra listening to her owner was always the best option.

Sandra, starting to feel the coffee wake her up, got out of the car and with half opened eyes and looked around. The parking lot was filled with expensive cars, though Sandra didn't notice, instead she was thinking about the last time she had been in a parking lot and had gotten fucked in the back of a van by a man she had met minutes earlier, the memory turned her on and helped her shrug off the rest of her drowsiness. In her aroused state she felt the slight fuzziness of her beloved vacuum humming, it was small but it still made Sandra giggle happily.

"Come on, we're already late." Olivia said as she grabbed Sandra's arm and started dragging her. Olivia let go once she felt Sandra keeping up with her. The building they were heading towards was large and white and on the front had a sign over the entrance saying 'BetterYou clinic', it took Sandra a couple of seconds to realize it was two words put together.

"Go sit there," Olivia said, pointing to a row of seats, "I'll talk to the receptionist, we won't have to wait long." Sandra obediently followed her orders. Waiting in her seat gave her time to look around at her surroundings. The interior was boring in a standard office building type of way; a couple of plants among grey chairs, glass tables and beige carpets. Sandra instead found herself looking at the girls sitting next to her, some were like her, skinny, slutty and unashamed of being filled with plastic, others were chubby girls embarrassed of sitting next the first kind, and there were also some older women who looked to have spent double the amount of time it took Sandra to get ready. Sandra's staring wasn't subtle, and many of the other women sitting there started feeling awkward at her blank gaze, though Sandra was too slow to notice.

Just a couple of minutes had passed before she heard the receptionist call her name. "Sandra," she said, "dr. Greenpatch will see you now."

Olivia gestured to Sandra for her to follow and Sandra immediately complied, she heard several women scoff as she got in before them despite having just arrived. Right before entering the elevator Olivia put her hand on Sandra making her stop, she then checked to see if anyone was looking at them before grabbing Sandra's throat and pulling her close, lowering her head so she could talk directly into her ear.

"Remember that I own you." Olivia said as she tightened her grip. Sandra tried to answer but found she couldn't say a word under Olivia's grip so instead she nodded furiously.

"Who decides what happens to your body, me or you?" Olvia asked in a clam tone as she loosened her grip slightly.

"You do..." Sandra managed to barely gasp out.

Olivia tightened her grip again.

"I own your body?" she asked, and Sandra once again nodded.

"You are my toy? My Property?" she asked, and Sandra continued to nod as she started turning red.

"And I can change my toy however I want? And make it fuck whoever I want?" she asked in her still calm tone. Sandra had tried to keep her composure so far, but the lack of oxygen left her gasping open mouthed and her body twitching, despite this she still managed to nod furiously as she stared submissively up at Olivia.

Olivia finally let go, and as Sandra was gasping for breath she pushed the button to call the elevator. As they waited for the elevator to arrive Sandra couldn't help but push out the occasional moan between gasps for air, she was turned on to the point of being close to shoving her own fingers down her skirt.

The elevator opened and the two of them stepped inside, Olivia, dressed in a well fitted pantsuit, looked like she was ready for a business negotiation, Sandra, in her tight and revealing clothes, looked like she was going to flash a bartender for free shots.

Sandra heard a female voice announce that they were on the third floor and then the doors opened. Olivia took the lead and started walking down the hall with Sandra dutifully following her behind. It wasn't until they reached the end of the hall that Olivia opened a door and gently pushed Sandra through. Inside a man was sitting behind a desk with two chairs in front of it, he was decent looking but in a way that didn't naturally grab people's attention. The only thing that stood out was his shameless glare as his eyes leered on Sandra, specifically her cleavage, though they occasionally dart towards Olivia.

"So how can I help you today?" He said smiling broadly.

"You know why we're here," Olivia said in a clearly annoyed tone as she and Sandra sat on the chairs, "you are going to give treat Sandra's lips and ass with the new botox solution we talked about; fast-healing and non-diminishing."

"Yes, well, like I told you before, that hasn't been approved yet," he looked Olivia in the eyes, "and, and," he stuttered, "it's still experimental. You can't, well, you just can't use it. Like I said on the phone there are plenty of other treatments I can offer-"

Olivia rolled her eyes as she interrupted with an exaggerated sigh. "It's just some papers needing pushing before it's approved. And the treatment is so simple a monkey could do it. Just do it and file it under some random other treatment. Stop being a coward."

"Oh I'm a coward am I?", the insult replaced some of his nervousness with anger, "well how come you needed me for this brand new and advanced treatment? I bet you didn't call any other plastic surgeons!"

"No, I didn't, because you're the only one I have leverage over." Olivia leaned forward, and Oliver's eyes went wide. "You remember that exam you just had to ace, but knew you couldn't? The one you had to pay Lizzy to do for you? Yeah, she told me. She also told me you tried to convince her that she needed your help to pass her math exam, and that you wanted her to pay for it with sex. Tell me, I know revealing either of these facts would destroy your career, but which would you find more embarrassing?"

Olivia's eyes stayed fixed on Oliver who was frozen open mouthed as if he was going to say something, but never did. Eventually Olivia was satisfied he'd had enough and broke the silence. "Relax Oliver, I'm not going to tell anyone. I just want to make sure you understand who's doing who the favor.

Olivia leaned back and smiled. "In fact, I think you're going to be thanking me after today, you know what kind of stick I have, and if you help me you'll get the carrot."

He seemed to regain some of his composure and finally managed to speak. "Okay, so, like you said over the phone, the new botox injections for her ass and lips..."

"Exactly. I want them to stick out so it's obvious they're fake, so don't try to make them look natural, but not so big they look clownish, they need to fit on her small frame, so keep that in mind, it's not about the absolute size but about how it looks relative to her overall frame. You can use her tits as a guide, her lips and ass should match those. With these new treatments she should be able to leave here fully recovered in less than two weeks right?"

Sandra hadn't really been following the conversation, but hearing that she was going to get filled with more plastic and become more like the living sex doll she was always meant to be made her perk up with excitement. She had to bite her lip and grip the underside of her chair in order to remain still, Olivia hadn't told her to move so she remained still. Though there was a small part of her that wanted to make Olivia angry; if she got angry she might choke her.

"Yeah..." the surgeon said with closed eyes, "I can... I can fake some lab results, say an accident happened and that she needs to stay here so she doesn't get an infection, or something. Her ass should not take more than ten days to recover, her lips will only take one night. Wait," he opened his eyes, "she has consented to this right? And what did you mean about a carrot?"

"Sandra," Olivia said looking towards the other girl in the room who had remained completely silent up until this point, "what are you?"

Sandra turned and faced Olivia with a panicked look in her eyes and after thinking for a few seconds figured out the right answer. "I am your toy, and, uhm... I am your property!" Sandra said giddily, happy that she had relieved the strain of having to think.

"And I can change you?" Asked Olivia.

"Yes you can!" Sandra answered smiling widely. "You can change my body however you want!" Sandra bounced in her chair as she answered unable to remain still.

Olivia turned back to the now gawking doctor. "You see Oliver, you don't need her consent, just mine. Sandra, get on your knees and crawl behind the desk, make him happy"

Sandra complied without hesitation by sliding down her chair and landing on her hands and knees, she then crawled slowly around the desk, making sure to sway her hips as she moved. She also tried to look him in the eyes but his stayed focused on her body, his mouth was open and looked to be almost drooling.

Sandra didn't need to be told what to do next, it was, after all, what a sex toy like her was meant to be used for. She stood up on her knees and started unbuckling the belt and opening the pants of the doctor who was now breathing heavily. Sandra took out his cock out of his underwear, it was above average length, though not by much, and the real highlight was the nice thickness. It was a far cry from the monster Billy had in his pants, but Sandra could appreciate any size of cock. Not that it mattered what she thought, she was doing this because Olivia had told her to, and Sandra would do as she was told like a good bimbo toy.

His dick was already hard when she pulled it out, and she started giving him a handjob, gripping the cock in a semihard grip as she stroked the entire length. When Sandra saw precum she leaned over the cock and licked it with just the tip of her tongue, she continued to jerk of his cock as she straightened her back and stared into Oliver's eyes, Sandra retracted her outstretched tongue back into her mouth and exaggeratedly swallowed.

"Mmm," she moaned, "my favorite food, if I could I, like, would only eat cum." She giggled happily as she continued stroking. "You're gonna make me look good right? I mean, did you see my ass? It is totally too small! I need a real plastic bimbo ass, made to be grabbed, and spanked, and fucked really hard!" As she spoke Sandra increased the pace of her stroking.

"All right," Olivia said, "I think you two can take it from here, I'll wait outside, call me back in when you're done." She then stood up and reached into her pocket to pull out some condoms which she threw on the table. "Make sure to use these when you fuck, I don't want my property getting damaged." Sandra shivered with delight at her casual objectification.

It wasn't until Olivia had walked out and closed the door behind her that Oliver managed to talk again. "I'm, holy shit, I'm going to cum." he said, and Sandra felt a slight twitching in the cock in her hands. She rushed her mouth over the head of his cock and locked her lips around the head, she used the tip of her tongue to tickle the opening on the cockhead while gripping the shaft of the cock with both hands and rapidly stroking. Sandra looked up into Oliver's eyes, she started moaning desperately while staring with pleading eyes, the hunger to swallow every drop of cum he could give her communicated intensely through her stare.

It was impossible to resist Sandra's onslaught, so try as he might through gritted teeth Oliver couldn't help himself but release his load. Sandra closed her eyes and smiled around the cockhead as she felt the cum burst out and begin to slowly fill her mouth. She enjoyed the moment, the feeling of giving pleasure on her knees like a good slut was satisfying, but it could never replace the feeling of the day before; Sandra definitely preferred being brutally used like a sex doll over being the active one.

After Sandra had gotten the last drops of cum out she removed her mouth from the cock and closed it shut, she then raised her head and stretched out her neck so that her face was parallel to the ceiling, it gave Oliver the perfect view for when Sandra with a bit of effort managed to swallow the entire load in a single large gulp that traveled down the length of her throat. She then lowered her head so that she once again could look Oliver in the eyes, she smiled widely and licked her lips.

"That was yummy," she said to Oliver, "but it felt a bit like you were trying to hold back. Don't you want to give me your nice and tasty cum?"

Oliver looked down at her pouting face with a blush on his cheeks, she had placed her arms behind her back and was pushing her chest out. "It's not that I don't want to cum, I just..."

He thought for an excuse but couldn't think of one, and because of Sandra's unrelenting stare he felt he had to say something, so he ended up saying the truth. "I wanted to last longer, it's been some time since I was with a woman who wanted to do something without getting paid and..." He realized what he had just said. "I don't mean being paid as in... not like that, I just meant that I pay for expensive dinners and stuff."

Sandra was oblivious to his obvious admission. "Well you don't have to last longer with me, you can just cum again! Trust me, I'm like, really good at making guys cum."

"Oh, wow, most of the girls that I've met that looked like you, they didn't want anything to do with me..."

Sandra let herself fall back so she was lying on her back with her legs sticking up in the air, from there she grabbed her miniskirt and started moving it up her leg, when she couldn't reach further she bent her knees and landed her high-heels on the floor allowing her to push the miniskirt down to the bottom of her heels and throw it to the side. She then slowly spread her legs which revealed her bare pussy. She reached down and stuck her middle finger and ring finger together, at first she gently rubbed the outside of her pussy in slow circles where she felt the wetness that had amassed. She then hooked her fingers and pushed them inside her as far up as she could reach, Sandra had quickly learned from camming that men liked watching her squirm, moan and beg for their attention while she fingerfucked herself.

"I want to give you everything you want," Sandra moaned honestly as she twitched under her rough treatment, "I need, I really fucking need to be a plastic bimbo slut. You're going to help right?"

"Yeah, that's the deal, I... turn you into a bimbo and in return Olivia doesn't go after me and-"

"I make you happy," Sandra interrupted, "you can fuck my face, my pussy, my ass. You could choke me to, I like, love getting choked."

"You're the carrot." he said as a grin started appearing on his face.

Sandra started giggling but was interrupted by her own moaning as she continued fingering herself. "I don't know what that means," she said, giddy with her own lack of intelligence, "but I know that Olivia wants me to be a good little fuck toy for you, because like, that's what I'm made for."

Sandra lifted her back off the ground and removed her top and threw it into the corner, her plastic tits only changed position a little after the top had been removed. Sandra saw that her visual display had brought Oliver's erection back, and he was now gripping his cock and slowly jerking himself off.

"Can I do that? Please..." Sandra asked softly.

"Stand up." Oliver commanded in his best attempt at sound authoritative, and Sandra quickly removed her fingers from inside herself and stood up, her legs were visibly wobbling.

"Ok, now stand over here." he said with a bit more confidence, pointing to the space just to the right of his chair.

Sandra complied and walked over to where he was pointing and waited for his next command, but instead of telling her to do anything he moved his hand to her thighs and slowly started moving it up her legs until he reached her pussy. Sandra twitched slightly as she felt two fingers go inside her, she started breathing heavily as he started fingering her in earnest.

"Put one of those condoms on me." Oliver said as he continued fingering her. Sandra reached over and unwrapped one of the condoms and slipped it onto his cock, as she dragged it down she used the opportunity to jerk him off, but he interrupted her and grabbed her wrists with the hand that wasn't fingering her and took them off. He then reached over to his desk and opened a drawer from where he took a tube and handed it to Sandra.

"Spread it over my cock." he commanded. Sandra, still breathing heavily and openmouthed, opened the tube and squeezed its contents onto the dick. The tube was filled with a cold lube and Oliver sucked in air when he felt it hit the tip of his cockhead. Sandra started spreading the lube with one hand while squeezing the tube with the other, once its contents was emptied Sandra placed it on the table and dedicated both her hands to spreading the lube over his cock.

"Do you know why you're covering my cock in lube?" he asked.

Sandra squinted her eyes, needing to think for a few seconds before answering, thinking was hard enough normally but the fingering made the vacuum in her mind hum and thoughts had to be pushed through with effort. "Are you going too, uhm... fuck my ass?"

"Do you want that?" he asked.

"Yes!" she cried out desperately.

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck my ass, I need it, I need to be a good toy." Sandra said, the dumbing vacuum prevented her from thinking, but begging and submitting could not have been easier.

"Call me daddy."

"Please daddy, let me be useful, I need to be a bimbo fuck doll for daddy!"

"Lean over the desk and spread your legs."

Sandra followed the command and leaned over the table, her plastic tits propped up her upper body on the table and made her back curve down from the top down to her waist and was raised again to her ass which was propped up by her heels. She gripped the edges of the desk with both hands and readied herself. She closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. She felt Oliver grip her ass hard and start to knead it like dough, Sandra responded by leaning into his hands and tantalizingly moving her ass in circles to lure him closer.

Sandra was about to begin begging again when she suddenly felt the head of his cock pierce the opening of her asshole. Sandra breathed in sharply as the sudden feeling of being filled, under the tight grip of her asshole she could properly feel the above thickness that her hands had noticed. She felt him slowly shove his cock further into her asshole, the further his cock reached inside her the tighter her asshole gripped it, and combined with the thickness increasing closer to the base of his cock, Sandra felt herself getting slowly filled up. When he bottomed out inside her Sandra bit down on her lip and did her best not to moan too loudly, she didn't want to alert the people outside the office.