The bimbo bodies Lizzie had programmed into her machines varied within the overall bimbo template. There were Black, Brown, Asian and Native bimbos as well as white, as well as varying heights and physical features. (Bimbo bodies were also modified to carry their heavy chests around without back strain, to never age or get sick or have periods or get pregnant. As far as Lizzie was concerned, bimbo perfection was the last stage in evolution.) But they had one thing in common. None of them had, none of them ever would have, tits the size of Lizzie's. Forevermore would she be Queen of the Bimbos.
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Lizzie awoke to hear the doorbell ring. It was Brandi and Kandi, who were immediately awestruck by Lizzie's new extreme bimbo body. "You look awesome, Dr. Lizzie!" said Kandi in her typically bubbly style.
"Thank you" said Lizzie "But you two girls were very naughty last night. You left me all alone! Lizzie doesn't like to be in bed alone!"
"We're sorry!" said Brandi.
"Lizzie's new tits need some loving!" Lizzie removed her top to let her monster breasts feel the air. Brandi and Kandi were stunned by their size and perkiness. Brandi took the left, Kandi the right.
Two mindlessly blissful hours later, Kandi and Brandi were ready for their final treatments that would make them Lizzie's devoted servants. It wasn't much of an adjustment, as the two already worshipped Lizzie as the source of their wonderful new bimbo bodies and minds. As they emerged from their chambers with their customary vacant smiles, each presented a breast for Lizzie to nurse. Lizzie chose to nurse from Brandi while Kandi took the doctor with a strap-on. It felt so good after a night and morning of having to be mentally alert to run the bimboization program to feel the comforting bimbo haze of sex and stupidity envelop her. "Lizzie so dumb" she muttered, blissfully.
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Josh looked at what he had brought home from the drug store with puzzlement. He had bought a new razor and shaving cream because he had decided this morning to go clean-shaven (for some reason his beard and mustache actually felt disgusting now) but how had this tube of red lip gloss gotten in with the rest of his purchases? He looked at it curiously. He was opening it to get a better look at the color. It looked. . . nice? Why not try it? He could wash it off before any of the other brothers saw it, right?
It felt good on his lips. The red looked like it belonged there. It looked cute, a little slutty. . .
Bimboish.