As you watch Angel's heart-shaped ass jiggle while she walks out the door, you can't help but feel jealous of her. With all her former intelligence gone, she's a true bimbo. She'd spend her days fucking and sucking with nothing in her head but an endless sea of pink pleasure. No worries, no responsibilities, just pleasure. Then, you had an idea. You were already at the salon, why not ask the bimbos who transformed you?
"Hey Amber, Brandy?"
They turn to you.
"Can you make me like Angel?"
"What do you mean?" responds Amber with a confused look on her face.
"I mean like, mentally. I have all these thoughts in my head, and they're not all about cock! I want to be like her: a pure bimbo. I want you to make me into an empty-headed cumslut who can only think about finding her next load! Can you do that?"
You blush a little when you realize that during your outburst, your hand had found its way between your thighs.
Amber and Brandy share a glance of surprise, before turning back to you with wicked grins on their faces.
"Of course!" they say in unison.