Interview with the Bimbo.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE SEARCH FOR A CURE
“I Take it he never found a cure.” Asked Annabelle.
“It wasn’t as simple as just finding a cure.” Replied Lulu, “In places like Chrystal Heights, if the wrong person wants something to be permanent then there wasn’t much you could do about.”
“And you had been changed permanently?”
“We didn’t know. Michael’s team at Venus Industries performed every type of test imaginable, both medical and sexual. When I wasn’t being fucked until my ass turned blue with my body strapped up to one hundred different pieces of test equipment, I was having blood tests and psyche evaluations. Even if they weren’t any closer to finding a cure, Michael’s team probably discovered more about bimbos in their first six months then company’s like Sleek Curvosity had discovered in years.”
“What sort of discoveries?”
“Like how my horniness wasn’t actually connected to the pleasure receptors in my brain.”
“Really?”
“Well of course they were affected. And when I had sex the levels of certain hormones went off the charts. But they also found that normally inactive parts of the brain began to give off readings when monitored. Nobody had ever discovered that before because, well frankly, nobody had ever cared about why a bimbo was horny, just that she was.”
“So a bimbo’s thoughts originate from a completely different part of the brain to other people’s?”
“It’s ironic isn’t it? That to live as a bimbo actually requires using more of the brain than to lead a normal intelligent life.”
“What else did they find out?”
“My blood is different also?”
“How Different?”
“It contains chemicals not present in blood like yours which is again due to secretions from the brain; it is how my body is able to be permanently under the control my bimbo mind. The Venus scientists carried out some tests injecting my blood into mice and found that both males and females began to elicit highly sexualised behaviour soon after, however it naturally wore off after a few hours. To cause permanent behavioural change required isolating the chemical in the blood and injecting it directly into the brain.”
“So they created bimbo mice?”
“Not just mice. Further tests showed similar effects on dogs, monkeys and people.”
“They used human test subjects?!”
“There are always women waiting to be made into bimbos in Chrystal Heights. You just put out a few fliers offering free tea and chocolate to anyone wanting to try out a new bimbo drug and the next morning there were applicants queuing up outside. Nobody ever asks any questions about why this is the case.
“The point was though that they discovered that an injection of my blood had temporary bimbifying properties due to it containing trace amounts of the chemical my brain secretes to keep me under control. Once the doctors were able to isolate and manufacture this chemical, they found that the resulting formula’s effects were much more permanent.”
“So in trying to cure you, Venus Industries only succeeded in creating newer ways to make more bimbos?”
“Not Quite. Three years into my time there, they were to make one major breakthrough: A vaccination.”
“Vaccination?”
“Yes. Venus’s Scientists were able to create a counter-reactant that could effectively immunise and protect the bimbo-receptive part of the brain, if administered before the subject had had any contact with what they dubbed the ‘Bimbo Hormone’.
“So they could prevent bimbification but not reverse it?”
“Exactly, once an unvaccinated subject is injected with the Bimbo Hormone the effects on the brain are permanent short of high-risk brain surgery and personally, as bad as my situation may be, I would always take mindless slut over brainless zombie any day of the week.”
“So even though you never found a cure, it looks like you helped achieve a lot of good at Venus Industries.”
Annabelle saw Lulu’s expression change. So far and despite all of the horror stories she had retold, Lulu had remained cheerful in her demeanour. For the first time, there appeared to be an air of sadness in the bimbo’s voice.
“I wish I could say that. Sadly there is a fine line between love and obsession. And obsession proceeded to destroy all the good we had achieved in the first three years of research.”
“What happened?”
“We fell in love.”