BimboTech Brasil—chapter 3
By The Sympathetic Devil
Carlos was very helpful teaching Gwen how to be the best bimbo she could be. What Carlos couldn’t explain verbally, Nica and the other bimbos were delighted to demonstrate.
And of course, Mr. Ruiz had done all sorts of wonderful things to her body! Her clitty was now so big that Aline could find it even when she was too drunk to stand up and it was sensitive enough that her friend’s sloppy, drunken cunilingus had her going off like a rocket. He had modified and fortified her fuckholes so that she could spend several ours fisting with Nica followed by double anal with Carlos and Mr. Ruiz without any tearing and be tight as a virgin just half an hour later. After just three days at BimboTechBrasil, Gwen had all the skills that Carlos had told her she needed to be a successful actress. She felt so stupid for having wasted her money on acting lessons. All those months trying to make it as an actress when she didn’t even know how to deep throat! It was crazy!
But now, she could deep throat a donkey! And with some tweaking from Mr. Ruiz and some dedicated practice, she could now squirt at will! They assured her that this was a skill prized by serious directors.
By some stroke of luck, Carlos & Mr. Ruiz actually knew several directors who were always looking for girls with the acting skills that they had helped her acquire. They had set up a series of auditions for her on casting couches across São Paulo starting Monday.
But now it was Friday night and it wasn’t time to think about work. It was time to party!
The girls had taken her shopping the day before to several little bimbolicious boutiques where BTB had accounts. Carlos told Gwen not to worry her silly little head about the cost. They would float her a loan until her film career took off. (Everyone at BTB was just so supportive of her dream!) Now Gwen had a whole closet full of clothes to choose from in the apartment she now shared with Aline. The only question was: what to wear tonight?
After long contemplation of her wardrobe, she selected a skanky little purple-sequined minidress with big diamond-shaped cutouts down the sides and over her cleavage and belly button. It hugged the bubble butt Mr. Ruiz had given her deliciously and threatened to abandon at any moment the Herculean task of containing her soccerball tits. Aline squealed and applauded when Gwen modeled it for her. She accessorized with tiny white hand bag, some soaring purple sandals that displayed her painted toe nails, a purple headband to hold back her wild red mane, white plastic hoops in her ears, and an amethyst necklace that spelled out ‘gostosa’ just above her massive tits.
Aline was wearing a lime green dress that looked painted on and white leather thigh-high boots. Fabiane had braided Aline’s dark blonde hair into corn rows and strung it with hundreds of white plastic beads. She looked absolutely scrumptious and Gwen was tempted to jump her, but they only had an hour to do their make up before the BTB gang was supposed to pick them up. Pussy was nice but tonight Nica assured her she’d be getting cock. And oh how she loved cock! Carlos had explained her obsession in great detail. Now it made her wet just thinking about it. It was definitely a no-panty night.
Gwen and Aline sat side by side on the big, brightly lit vanity that took up most of their living room. They applied their makeup with dedication and precision. When they were done, everything about them just screamed ‘bimboslut!’.
They we’re practicing sexy looks and pouts in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. They wiggled on over in their high heels and squealed when they saw it was Carlos and Nica. Nica looked absolutely fabulous in a pair of cherry red hotpants and a white haltertop that made no secret about how hard and brown her nipples were. At Carlos’ urging, after allowing them to greet him with their tongues in his mouth, they all traipsed off to where Fabiane and Mr. Ruiz were waiting in a big black Cadillac convertible with the BimboTech Brasil logo painted on its hood and doors. Fabiane was falling out of a hot pink tube top that looked like it would be more suitable as a fat man’s belt. Her aureoles peaked out both above and beneath. A similar loop of cloth hugged her hips and ass in a vague attempt at being a skirt. She was rubbing her tits on Mr. Ruiz’s face as they waited. Her platinum mane had been blown out by the drive over. She liked to hang her head out the side of the car and feel the wind on her face, not unlike a golden retriever Gwen had owned during her half-remembered childhood.
They all piled in to the car. Aline sat beside Fabiane. Gwen got to sit to the left of Carlos in the back. He and Nica had a special relationship, but he was always willing to give her a friendly pat on the bum or a grope of the tit. Now, as he nibbled Nica’s neck, he took the time to slide one hand along her inner thigh and run a finger up her twat. Gwen giggled. He was so generous! Always looking out for her. She didn’t know what she would do if Aline hadn’t lead her to him! She had to admit she was a little jealous of Nica, but she knew that was silly. There was plenty of dick in the sea!
They drove up to Bar Bhrama, one of the more notorious bars in São Paulo. A valet ran up to park the car. He looked very eager.
“I tipped him last time, didn’t I Carlos?” Nica asked.
“You took more than the tip, Nica!” Carlos chuckled. “You damn near swallowed his balls!”
Everyone in the car laughed.
Everyone turned to look as they entered the bar. Several people spilled their drinks. Several women slapped their dates. A couple bimbos squealed and wiggled toward them to hug Nica and Fabiane and to rub their lycra-clad bodies on Carlos and Mr. Ruiz.
“Idalina and Marieta were our firstest clients at BimboTech Brasil!” Nica explained to Gwen and Aline. “Didn’t they turn out just bimbolicious?”
Gwen and Aline had to agree that they had.
“Mr. Ruiz, can I go dance?” Fabiane asked. “I really want to shake my titties!”
The tall blonde demonstrated her intent.
“Of course, Fabiane!” said Ruiz. “You do what you do best! I’m sure Idalina and Marieta would be glad to be my arm candy for the nonce!”
Fabiane giggled and wiggled off to the dance floor and began making very good use of a poll there in the center. Mr. Ruiz slipped an arm around the backs of Idalina and Marieta and a hand under their well sculpted tits, an artist enjoying his own work.
“It really is delightful to see the four of you again!” he told them. “Why don’t we go find someplace private where we can catch up?”
Carlos laughed as the three walked off toward a dark corner of the bar.
“I love Ruiz like a brother,’’ he said. “But I swear he is the most singularly obsessed man I have ever met!”
“Well tonight I’m obsessed with getting drunk and getting laid!” Gwen declared. “The first round is on me!”
Nica giggled and gently closed Gwen’s handbag.
“Silly!” she said. ‘’Being a bimbo means never having to buy your own drinks! Look around!”
Gwen looked around and discovered she was flanked by four eager young men who already had their billfolds out as well as their tongues. Three more had already herded Aline over to the bar and were arguing with each other as to who would buy her first drink.
“You mean you all want to buy lil’ ol’ me a drink?” Gwen asked.
They assured her that they did and bristled at one another, each insisting that they had been there first.
“Boys!” Gwen exclaimed, drawing their attention back to her and her boobies. “I’m a party bimbo! I can handle all four of your drinks and anything else you want me to handle!”
She giggled naughtily and wiggled up to the bar.
“Barkeep! Four shots of whisky, please!” she said.
The boys grumbled but were somewhat mollified and intrigued by her solution. The bar keeper, a long-haired bearded man, raised an eyebrow but set out four shot glasses and filled them each with cheap whisky. Gwen blew him a kiss, looked over her shoulder at her four suitors and wiggled her ass at them, then downed all four shots in quick succession.
Turning back to her boys, she giggled at their stunned faces, then felt the whisky hit her knees, then bounce back to her head and make her eyes spin and her cheeks flush. She gave a little hiccup that sent tremors through her tits and then asked: “Who wansa buy me another?”
They all did, but for all of Gwen’s assurances that she was perfectly willing to favor all four of them for their generosity, it became harder and harder to keep their focus on her instead of each other no matter how quickly she downed the drinks they bought for her or how liberally she jiggled her tits and talked dirty. They were more concerned about watching each other to make sure the others didn’t make any headway in winning Gwen over, entirely too dense to realize she was won over by all four of them the second she figured out that they all had cocks.
“What are you guys, gay er sumpin’?” she asked. “I swear you’re more inneressed in each other than in me!”
“I’m no faggot, but he is!” declared one of her suitors.
“Cocksucker!” shouted the one he had outed and punched him in the gut.
And then Gwen was completely forgotten as the four broke into a melee. Gwen looked around and saw that Aline’s three friends were also beating on each other, leaving her blonde roommate pouting and alone. Bouncers descended on the fighting men and soon were propelling them out the door after assuring that they paid for the bimbos’ drinks.
“Damn it, Carlos!” said Gwen’s the barkeeper. “I swear a fight breaks out every time you bring your girls here!”
“You know they’re good for business, Ronaldo!” Carlos chuckled. “If I took them somewhere else, half your customers would follow!”
“I’d only have to pay half as many bouncers as well!” the man countered. “And I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of knowing that some of the customers you bring in are eventually going to kill each other!”
“Oh, so that’s it is it?” said Carlos, rolling his eyes. “Poor Ronaldo has so much stress!”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do!” said Ronaldo, pointedly eyeing Nica.
“Nica, can you think of anyway to relieve Ronaldo’s stress?” Carlos asked.
Nica giggled and nodded enthusiastically.
“I’m on a break!” Ronaldo announced to his staff as Nica wiggled behind the bar.
“You know, if you really want more of me, you should read the author’s end note,” she told him as she snuggled under his arm.
“What does that mean?” Ronaldo asked.
“I dunno!” Nica admitted, then giggled. “Take me back there and fuck me. Maybe it’ll come to me!”
They disappeared into the back storeroom.
“I don’t know why we have to go through that charade every time!” Carlos exclaimed to Gwen and Aline. “It gets him up pretending he pressured me into it some how. Now, I want you girls to have a good time tonight, so you really need to find a guy and make it clear that you’ve chosen him quickly. I know you can handle more than one at a time, but most of these boys can’t get their heads around that idea. Choose one each, or split one if you want, and make him think you’ve only got eyes (and more interesting parts) for him. The other guys will be disappointed, but you can always come back for seconds once your first date is done with you. Now go have a good time. I need to go see a man about a horse.”
“I like horses!” Aline exclaimed.
“I’m sure you do,” said Carlos.
He patted their asses and wandered off. Gwen and Aline giggled and went in search of dick.
“One each!” they reminded each other.
A skinny black girl in a slinky, sleeveless, shiny gold dress came up to Gwen. Her eyes were really wide and a little unfocused.
“Hey, didn’t you come in with that one guy?” she asked. “The one with the glasses and the little mustache with the Lisbon accent?”
“Oh yeah!” Gwen said. “That’s Mr. Ruiz! He’s nice!”
“He doesn’t seem that way to me!” the black girl declared. “He just insulted my chest! He called me ‘miss tiny titties’ and then he sprayed this shit in my face! I wanna know what it was! I feel all weird and dizzy and shit!”
“Well, you do have tiny titties,” Aline observed. “I bet he was just tryin’ a help you out!”
“Yeah!” Gwen agreed. “I usta have tiny titties an’ Mr. Ruiz helped me out all over the place!”
Gwen stuck out her chest and pointed to her soccerball-sized knockers. Aline giggled. The black girl stared at Gwen’s improbable orbs and her head seemed to wobble on her neck. She blinked and swallowed.
“What was that shit?” she asked. “You can’t just go sprayin’ a girl in the face with...god I’m dizzy...girl your tits are just...crazy! Why’s it so warm in here? My titties aren’t so small, I tell you, they’re...hot....really hot....”
She slipped her hands into her dress under her arm pits and started rubbing her tits, her face in a fugue. Gwen and Aline looked at each other knowingly and giggled.
“I guess Mr. Ruiz DID help her out!” Gwen observed.
“We should help too!” said Aline.
The bimbos squealed and traipsed over to either side of the confused lady and slipped their own well-manicured hands into her dress and started kneading her tits.
“Hey, what’s...what’s goin’...feels nice...” the girl stammered. “But you shouzn...shouldn’t...they’re gettin’ bigger? How they gettin’ bigger?”
“Now don’t you be all thinky!” Aline reprimanded. “Thinky’s no fun at all!”
“Bigger titties is fun!” Gwen said. “Don’t you want bigger titties?”
Want or not, she was definitely getting them. Gwen’s finger tips were just barely brushing those of the black girl as their hands curved over and under her left tit respectively. The hot flesh throbbed, pulsed and swelled as Gwen continued to knead and Aline did the same to its twin.
“Bigger titties?” the girl asked, then she giggled and Gwen knew everything would work out just fine. She and Aline joined her in her giggle. She stared, slack jawed and delirious at her growing rack as four hands encouraged it within her dress. As her tits grew out, her short hemline rose and soon her damp panties with a clearly defined camel toe peeked out from underneath in front, the bottoms of two lovely hemispheres of ass flesh peeked out behind
“Big. Nice. Good.” she managed between giggles.
Once the titflesh stopped throbbing and cooled to body temperature, Gwen and Aline pulled their hands out. They gave their new bimbo sister a hug and squeezed her ass. Then they sent her giggling off to the dance floor. She soon had no shortage of dance partners as her new tits quivered and bounced.
They would have been glad to get to know their new friend better, but just then two sexy guys with slicked back hair and black leather wardrobes came up to them intent on buying them drinks. The girls weren’t terribly good at math, but they knew that two cocks divided by three bimbos was a problem. Carlos had said they could share a cock, but both bimbos were feeling greedy.
The guys were very generous and soon Aline and Gwen were sitting on their laps in a booth as they were brought drink after drink. One of the guys was even nice enough to freshen their drinks from a flask he had in his boot!
Gwen couldn’t remember the name of the guy whose lap he was sitting on, but she could definitely feel a hard prick beneath her ass, which was all that mattered to her. At her throne’s encouragement, she drained another highball.
“There you are, you cheating sons of bitches!” came an angry female voice distracting Gwen from the delightful fingers crawling up her inner thigh. “Who are these whores then?”
Gwen looked up to see two slender, dark-haired identical twins with identical scowls and identical murderous intentions in their eyes. Fingers flew from Gwen’s leg and tit before they even got to the good parts!
“Laura!” exclaimed the man Aline was sitting on.
“Lúcia!” exclaimed Gwen’s suitor. “We can explain!”
“Explain?” one of the two demanded. “Explain? We leave town for one weekend and you run off to this dive to pick up sluts with fake tits?”
“Hi!” Aline said. “Asshually, mine are real! Well, almosh anyway! A’leash I was always a big girl <hip>“
“Look you drunken whore!” one of the twins shouted. “I don’t care about your tits! It’s your ass I’m gonna kick!”
“No,no,no,no,no!” Aline wagged a finger in front of the hostile woman with a stupid grin. “Yer confuse. My ass is naw fer kickin’. Iss fer fuckin! I was jus’ esplainin’ tha to this guy when you so rudely inneruped!”
The twin screamed out her anger.
“This GUY is my boyfriend!” she exclaimed. “And he won’t be fucking nothing, nowhere ‘cuz I’m gonna cut off his balls!”
“That goes for you too, asshole!” the other twin said to the man Gwen had been sitting on before he scooted himself deeper into the booth, leaving Gwen between himself and his enraged girlfriend.
“Have my girls been causing you fine ladies distress?”
‘“Carlos!” exclaimed Gwen and Aline in tandem.
The enraged twins turned to find Carlos with Nica on his arm, her hair tousled and a freshly-fucked glow on her face.
“Who the fuck are you?” demanded Laura.
“Probably these skanks’ pimp!” speculated Lúcia.
Nica giggled.
“No, I’m just a man who wants to see everyone get along,” Carlos insisted. “That’s why I always carry one of these.”
He held up a small box and pointed it at Laura. Her eyes went wide and her shoulders slumped.
“Hey, what the...” she mumbled.
“What the fuck is that?” Lúcia demanded. “What the fuck are you doing to my sister?”
“It’s a Will Sapper,” Carlos explained. “Nica has one too!”
Indeed, Carlos’ giggling girlfriend was pointing an identical box at Lúcia.
“No, wait! You can’t...can’t...” Lúcia objected, but then took on the lost, helpless expression of her sister.
“The BimboTech Will Sapper™ retails for a mere 300 Reais , a fraction of the cost of the BimboTron™ and MindFucker™ series, and is conveniently pockets sized!” Carlos explained. “While not bimbofying per se, application does consistently result in significantly less bitchiness by inducing overwhelming feelings of confusion and docility, making the subject highly suggestible.”
“I...I don’t want...” Laura tried to say.
“Now honestly Miss, you don’t have any idea what you want, do you?” Carlos asked.
“No...I...I’m so confused...” she admitted.
“Hard to think...” observed her twin.
Nica giggled.
“Girls don’t need to think, silly!” she told her, pressing the box to her temple.
“If you two will just relax, you really will feel much better,” Carlos insisted. “It’s useless to resist. Hard to even think about resisting. It’s so nice to just relax and not think about it.”
“Just relax...” Laura said.
“Not think about it...” Lúcia agreed.
“Now, you aren’t really mad at your boyfriends, are you?” he asked. “They’re just being boys.”
“Just being boys?” Laura asked.
“Yes!” Carlos agreed. “And boys like having their dicks sucked, don’t they girls?”
Nica, Gwen and Aline giggled and nodded. Laura and Lúcia blinked and mumbled agreement.
“So really, it would be just silly of you two to believe that if you weren’t sucking their dicks they wouldn’t find some other bit of trim to do it for them!” Carlos extrapolated. “Really, this whole misunderstanding is your fault.”
“Our fault?” Lúcia asked.
“Oh yes!” Carlos assured them. “You weren’t doing your job!”
“Our job?” asked Laura.
“Yes, it’s your job to suck your boyfriends’ dicks, of course,” Carlos explained. “That’s why you were angry to find them with other girls. Because those girls were trying to take away your jobs. These are your cocks to suck. That’s why you were jealous. Because you want to be the ones to suck their dicks. It’s your right. It’s your privilege. It’s your pleasure.”
“Our dicks to suck...” Lúcia agreed.
“But now you’re here and so are your cocks, so everything is just fine. Nothing to worry about,” said Carlos.
“Just fine,” repeated Laura.
“Nothing to worry about,” echoed Lúcia.
“Gwen and Aline, you get away from these girls’ cocks,” order Carlos.
“Uh!?!” exclaimed Gwen in frustration.
But she saw that he was serious and did as she was told, along with Aline. Carlos was to be obeyed. Even thinking about defying him made them so very, very sad—even worse than not getting laid.
“Our cocks,” said the addled twins, seeming uncertain whether or not they had been vindicated.
“You should suck their cocks right now, under the table,” Carlos suggested. “So they understand.”
“Suck dick right now,” Laura agreed.
“Under the table,” Lúcia specified.
The twins crawled under the table towards the crotches of their astounded boyfriends. Carlos and Nica slid into the booth, sitting on the benches and holding the BimboTech Will Sappers™ to Laura and Lucia’s heads as they clumsily started freeing their respective cocks.
“Now, gentlemen,” said Carlos. “This little demonstration is given with no strings attached. Once the Will Sappers are turned off, you will have about 10 minutes before these two start trying to castrate you. Given that they had that intent before I intervened, your position hasn’t changed much. But it can, young sirs. You can find yourselves in a most enviable position, should you decide to invest in any one of BimboTech Brasil’s package deals, and for less money than you might think! If you’re agreeable, my associate Nica and I can discuss some of our services with you right now, including financing options. Or if you prefer we could take our little toys and go.”
The astonished men looked down at their bleary-eyed girlfriends as they dutifully began sucking them off.
“You should stay!” said Laura’s boyfriend.
“Yeah!” said Lúcia’s. “Tell us more!”
“Sorry girls,” said Carlos to Gwen and Aline. “I’m afraid we’re going to do a little business with your prospectives. I’m sure you’ll find replacements quickly enough though. Why don’t you go dance?”
Gwen pouted. She had been so close to getting laid and now she would have to start all over again! But she wouldn’t even dream of disobeying Carlos.
Neither would Aline. She spun about, the beads in her hair clacking, and wobbled toward the dance floor on rubber legs. Gwen staggered after her. She hadn’t quite realized just how drunk she had gotten. Her massive boobs tugged her this way and that.
The flashing, swirling lights of the dance floor and the throbbing music added to Gwen’s feeling of intoxication and she was afraid she might topple from her soaring heels, but as she began to shake her tremendous tatas, she became one with her jiggling flesh and she knew gravity could not stop the force of her pulchritude.
“Iss great to be a bimbo!” she declared, drawing circles in her air with her ass.
And then, there before her was a dark-eyed man, young and virile and clearly fascinated by her bouncing boobies. She redoubled her efforts, shimmying her shoulders and putting the strength of her dress’ fabric to the test.
“Hi, I’m Genival,” he said to her tits.
Gwen giggled but then saw that there were more men approaching. Remembering the fiasco of before, Gwen knew she had to establish her interest in Genival immediately or risk loosing him to another bar fight. She grabbed his head and shoved her tongue in his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind at all. His hands soon found her ass. She lifted one leg and crocked it around behind him, rubbing her crotch against his leg, marking him as hers. When at last he pulled back his head to breath, the other men had given up. Gwen sighed with relief and hope of satisfied lust.
“Hi, I’m Gwen!” she introduced herself. “Wanna buy me a drink?”
“I’d be glad to, Gwen!” he said. “That’s a beautiful name.”
Gwen giggled and thanked him. He took her arm. She took his hand and put it back on her ass where it belonged, then wobbled to the bar. Looking back, she could see Aline had backed a large beefy-looking man up against a wall and was rubbing herself up and down him.
‘’So, you girls aren’t prostitutes, are you?’’ Genival asked as they waited for their drinks.
Gwen giggled.
“Aline is a whore,” she clarified. “I’m an ac’rissss <hip!> I’m gonna be a moobie star!”
“Really?” said the young man. “Well this IS a coincidence. I’m a film maker!”
“No shit?” Gwen asked, perking up. “Thasss so cool!”
“My apartment is just around the corner,” he continued. “Would you like to do a screening? I’ve got a role that’s just perfect for you!”
“Iss it a girl with big titties?” she asked. “Cuz’ I <hip> gots really big titties.”
She put her hands on either side of her soccerballs and lifted them to show him, in case he hadn’t noticed.
“Oh yes indeed,” he said, mesmerized. “Those are just the tits this role calls for.”
“Well, then, misser director sir, I’m juss the bimbo for the job!” she said. “But juss so you know, I’m a method accrisss, so if there’s a love scene, I’m really gonna need ta get fucked!”
“Well, if those are your conditions, I guess I can live with that,” said the director. “If it means getting an actress of your quality.”
“Well alrighty then!” she said, downing her drink. “Less go make a movie!”
She staggered towards the door, wobbling on her high heels, her tits threatening to topple her, but then the director grabbed hold of her from behind, propping her soccer ball boobies up with his hands and letting her bubble butt rest on his pelvis. She looked up at him with bleary eyes, giggled and thanked him.
“Glad to help, Gwen!” he said. “You stick with me and I’ll take good care of you. You’ll be a star!”
Gwen giggled and staggered out into the hot São Paolo night. All her dreams were coming true.