Incest/Taboo Bite of the Bimbo

For the last two months Officer Sarah Penn had followed Dr. Karen Murphy's instructions to the letter. While on duty she was a model patrol officer, but when off duty she was what could only be described as a nymphomaniac. She had as much sex as one could possibly have, and to her surprise she enjoyed it. Prior to being bitten she didn't have much sex, unless you counted settling in with her vibrator and romantic novels. She was a little shy around men and unwilling to cruise the bars in the hope of finding "Mister Right".

However, once she discovered that her sexual appetite was insatiable she became much more confident, and had soon been to almost every bar in the Gaslamp district, North Park and Hillcrest. She quickly learned what to expect and who was willing to play under her terms. That was a good thing, since she had a lot to accomplish in a short amount of time.

Unfortunately, she was beginning to get a reputation. In some circles that wasn't too bad, but being a slutty cop could get her fired.

The day after Dr. Karen Murphy explained things, Sarah decided to approach Officer Anita Byrd, who had caught her admiring all the women in the shower when her symptoms first began to manifest themselves. Officer Byrd sensed a bi-curiousness in her that day and wasn't surprised when Sarah approached her, offering to buy her a cup of coffee.

They were working the same shift and arranged to meet after work for a drink and see where things would go from there.

Her partner Jim had noticed that during their shift Sarah seemed to be in a good mood, probably the best she'd been in all week. When he asked why, she simply said she had met someone new. Jim quickly accepted that and they went on with their day. He was happy that his partner had finally found someone, and couldn't wait to tell his wife, Carol.

Carol wasn't pleased to learn that her Jim was partnered with a female cop. She had heard stories of how bonds form and before long they become too close and then they begin sleeping together. Jim assured her that would never happen to them, but Carol still worried.

Sarah and Anita hit it off fabulously. After drinks they returned to Sarah's home and tore each other's clothes off. Anita was hot. She too had the classic athletic body, and despite her smallish tits she had a fabulous ass, which Sarah couldn't get enough of; together they put the six in sixty-nine. For being only the second woman Sarah had ever been with, Anita confirmed that she was a natural. After spending several hot and sweaty hours together exploring and learning each other's bodies and responses, Sarah asked if she could meet and play on a regular basis, like on Mondays, Wednesday and Saturdays.

"Wow," Anita said surprised at the commitment, "you work quickly, girl. Okay, I will pencil you in and we'll see how it goes."

Sarah smiled and wiggled her ass as she climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. She still needed to find a few good men.

And so it went, Sarah hit the bar scene hard, making a few friends in the process. Most guys were happy to fuck her, and although hard to pin down to a regular schedule, or develop a relationship like she did with Anita, Sarah liked playing the drunken slut who would fuck anybody once she had a few drinks in her. Her regular drinking buddies were not assholes who would take advantage of her, but she made it clear she loved sex and drinking so they happily obliged. That made it a little easier on her to meet her quota for the night and allowed her to get some much needed rest to be fresh for her job the next day.

The routine was working out fine until she and Jim had been assigned to the North Park robbery taskforce. There had been a series of home burglaries near Balboa Park and Morley Field and some senior citizens in the area had been hurt trying to protect their property. The Captain wasn't in the mood for the bad press, so it meant overtime until they had those responsible in custody.

Despite her meticulous record keeping, between the long hours and her need for sleep, Sarah had lost count of the number of men she'd slept with and what acts were done with whom. It wasn't until they were responding to a call of suspicious characters in the alley behind Texas Street at University Avenue that she realized her error as she began to feel the symptoms, which consisted of being very horny, having trouble concentrating on the job, looking at her partners ass and crotch while imagining him naked, and wondering the size of his cock.

It was early morning, approximately 0130 hours; the officers snuck up on a trio of young men climbing out of a window with pillowcases filled with stolen goods. They were caught red-handed. While Jim and Sarah were cuffing two of the perpetrators, the third knocked Jim off balance and raced away through the alley, intent on escaping.

Sarah instinctively took up the chase, following him through the several yards and apartment complexes, before finally tackling him in a yard just off the alley. They both went flying into the trash and recyclables collection cans. She had just cuffed him; he lay helpless on his stomach, with his hands behind his back when it happened. Sarah would describe it as a hot flash she'd heard older women complain about, but what followed was the rapid expansion of her body into proportions her clothes could no longer handle.

It was like watching an "X"-rated version of the Incredible Hulk transforming, or to be more correct, it was like the transformation of "She Hulk" Jennifer Walters, cousin of Dr. Bruce Banner, except instead of becoming a muscular Amazon, she transformed into a horny bimbo. Her police uniform ripped into pieces as her body changed and her assets more than doubled in size. As her lips swelled and her hair turned blonde, her breasts grew to gargantuan proportions, shredding her bra and leaving her chest completely bare. Her utility belt and holster slid up off her large hips to her tiny waist, holding what was left of her pants barely covering parts of her enormous ass and pussy. Were it not for the belt and holster, she would have been completely naked.

As she shrieked in orgasmic delight at being free from the tight confines of her clothing she saw a man looking at her. Fortunately, she didn't look anything like the cop that run down the burglar. Unfortunately, she looked like she was on drugs or something.

"Hey cutie," she said in a high-pitched lisping voice, "look at you, all tied up and ready to play. You want to play with these big titties, don't you?" As she closed the distance to the helpless man, she saw her badge laying in the dirt still attached to a piece of her shredded shirt. It was shiny. She scooped it up and thought she would look at it later, stuffing it into the pocket of what were once her pants. Then all she could think of was the man's cock.

With inhuman strength she ripped the crotch of his pants open. Despite being more than a little frightened, the man was sporting an impressive erection, which Karen took in her hands. She wrapped her bright red-tipped fingers around it and began to pump as she lowered her pillow lips around it and began to suck. She savored the cock, slowly twisting her long tongue around it, and then taking it deep into her throat until she could kiss the man's smelly, hairy crotch. With her free hand she gently fondled his balls, being careful not to handle them too roughly.

The man was in shock and amazed at the skill this sex-starved bimbo displayed, though he soon relaxed and began to enjoy the act. A moment later he was encouraging her saying, "Damn, slut where'd you learn to suck cock like that? I don't know what you did with that cop, but how about you finish me off and then we go back to your place and really have some fun."

The bimbo pulled the cock from her mouth and giggled, "Like for sures, would you do that for me?"

"Sure, slut. But I am pretty close now; why don't you finish me and then we can go."

"Yeppers." The bimbo winked and lowered her mouth, taking him as deep as she could. Despite knowing he needed to be quiet, the man couldn't help himself and roared, "I am coming! Oh Fuck! Arrrrrgh!"

Lights came on inside all the nearby houses. But Sarah, now bimbo Sarah kept up her attack on the robber until she'd successfully swallowed all his man juices. She sat back on her haunches, licking her lips and then using her tongue to find a precious drop that had escaped her mouth and was slowly sliding down below her lips.

"Stay where you are, hands in the air! Don't move," Officer Jim Grey yelled as he shone his flashlight on the two. He had turned over his prisoners to his back-up and went looking for his partner. He didn't like that Sarah had taken off on her own. He thought he'd finally caught up with them, but what he saw wasn't Sarah. Instead, his flashlight's beam had revealed a half naked buxom blonde finishing off her boyfriend. "Damn," he thought as he looked her over, "she has magnificent tits." Shaking himself out of the fantasy, he focused on finding Sarah. Looking past the big blonde who was too startled to move except to lick her lips, he saw that the man was indeed the burglar and that he hadn't gotten away. He was lying cuffed on his back, breathing heavily, his spent cock shrinking back into its flaccid state.

"Hiya Jimmy, I got him. He is under my power, but I can't find where I left my cuffies," said the voluptuous blonde in a high pitched lisping voice.

Jim put the flashlight back on the blonde. She squealed and tried to cover her eyes. Jim looked more closely at what the woman was wearing and noticed that the clothing was rags, but they resembled the blues that he and Sarah wore. He looked closer and saw her utility belt and holster, her gun was still there.

"Oh my god, Sarah is that you?"

"Yeppers," she said nodding her head, trying to look past the light at her partner. He would help her, she thought, she needed another cock, his cock. "Hey sweetie, how about coming over here and helping me out," she beckoned. But the voice was all wrong: too high, and squeaky. He could barely make out what she was saying as her lisp was very distracting. He thought she meant to help her with the perp.

"Oh," he said, lowering the light and entering the yard. The headlights from his cruiser were emitting enough light for him to see. He approached Sarah and walked over to the burglar who was still recovering from his massive ejaculation; he wasn't going anywhere without help. The front of his blue jeans was completely ripped away. Jim pulled him to his feet and pushed him into the back seat of the idling police car. Opening the trunk he pulled out a blanket and attempted to cover his transformed partner. But as he got closer, she pulled him down to her massive chest and began rubbing his face in her tits. He was amazed at her strength; despite considerable effort, he didn't manage to pull away before a large nipple was stuffed into his mouth.

"Mmph..." he struggled and pushed it out of his mouth, "stop it Sarah. Let me go." He felt her hands groping his manhood through his uniform. He was beginning to get mad, despite the fact that she had aroused him and his cock was growing. "Oh, let go, damn it!" he shouted and finally pulled himself free, knocking Sarah to the ground.

Sarah looked up at him, smiled, and pulled up her torn pants which were now more skirt than pants, revealing her large, naked, and moist pussy. Jim was stunned, he found her hard to resist even though his rational mind was screaming at him. He didn't know that while in full bimbo state Sarah was emitting an enormous amount of bimbo pheromones making men (and women) more susceptible to her charms. Jim was strong however, and managed to get himself under control. He pulled the bimbo to her feet and wrapped the blanket around her body. Sarah resisted a little, still more interested in fucking, but somewhere in her diminished capacity she knew she needed to get out of there, so she accepted his help.

He put her into the front seat of their cruiser and called in that his partner had sustained a minor injury, code 11-42 (no ambulance needed), but he had a code 10-15 and required a code 10-16, (has a prisoner in custody and requires a prisoner pick up).

"10-4, meet Charlie 7 at University Avenue and Park Boulevard," the dispatcher said.

"10-4," Jim said into the radio and looked at the bimbo who had once been his partner. "Can you fasten your seatbelt?" he asked.

The bimbo looked at him like he was treating her like a dummy. She was a bimbo, not a moron, but she had trouble getting it to lock, finally succeeding on the third try.

Jim turned off the flashing lights and proceeded on the quiet streets to the designated meeting point, only three minutes away. He made the mistake of putting the windows up, increasing the pheromone attack on his senses. He tried not to look at his partner, still stunned at the transformation and unsure why he was becoming aroused; he drove west on University and casually adjusted his hardening cock.

Charlie 7 arrived moments before they did and Jim quickly got his prisoner out of the car. He too was again aroused and was sporting an impressive erection of his own. Getting him into the other police car was easy after they used their own blanket for the poor guy.

"You ripped your pants crotch on a fence as you attempted to get away," Jim told the man. "Do you understand? Do this and we'll drop the resisting arrest charge." The man nodded, but his face told another story. He wanted to ask the cop several questions: What was going on? Who was that woman? Could he get her number? Could he fuck her just a little bit? But he only nodded as he shrank under Jim's cold stare.

The prisoner transfer went flawlessly and soon Jim was back in the cruiser. They were heading to Sarah's home, which was a modest two bedroom house in the Kensington area of San Diego. They didn't speak, but in the confined car the pheromones Sarah was producing were quickly having a noticeable effect on her partner. Driving through the quiet streets, he realized that his erection hadn't diminished. If anything, it seemed to have grown. He turned to check on his bimboed partner only to see that she was gently pulling on one of her nipples while fingering her pussy. He imaged that he was sucking on those fine tits and had his hard cock in that tight pussy. He easily imagined how good it would feel sliding backwards and forwards until he couldn't put it off any longer and exploded into her.

They arrived at Sarah's home and Jim knew he would fuck this bimbo regardless of who she really was, or that it would mean breaking his wedding vows. He could think of nothing else. Getting out of the car he walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. The bimbo looked up at him, took his extended hand and stepped out of the vehicle. She reached into the pocket of what was left of her torn uniform and produced her keys. Using the blanket like a shawl, she draped it over her shoulders leaving her enormous breasts exposed and defying gravity. She walked to the door and after several moments looking at the five keys she remembered which one opened the door, but had to concentrate hard to remember how to work the key.

"Hey cutie," she said as she turned to face her partner for the first time under the light of her foyer, "like you wanta come in and do stuff, sugar?"

Jim nodded, unable to refuse. He could see a little of the Sarah he knew around the eyes, but she wasn't his Sarah. This woman was built for only one thing and he was going to find her limit or die trying.

An unseen pair of eyes watched Jim enter the house behind the bimbo and slap her ass, eliciting a playful shriek from her. The voyeur made a note of the time and snapped several photos with a long zoom lens.

Dr. Karen Murphy was working late in her lab again. After many unsuccessful attempts, she thought she was close to a cure for the "Bimbo Virus". All that remained was to test the serum. She'd gone without sex for almost 72 hours and could feel the early stages of the virus begin to manifest themselves. She removed her lab coat and handed it to one of her grad students. The young woman hung it on a hanger while the other picked up the syringe filled with the experimental drug and waited for the doctor's instructions.

Wearing just her street clothes, she struggled with the decision to remove them or let them be ripped from her body as she transformed. You would think with all the sex she had and the numerous times she'd been naked in public she'd be used to undressing in front of her students, but she was naturally shy. Her body was thin and small-breasted; she had a body type known as pear-shaped.

She rolled up her left sleeve and nodded to her assistant. The young man was accustomed to taking orders from Karen; he'd been with her since the beginning. He administered the injection and Karen felt the drug moving through her body.

"Whatever happens, don't let me leave," she warned the two. It was something they had heard numerous times, but she still felt she had to say it. "You know what to do if this backfires and I don't survive, right?" The two both nodded as they watched the beginning of the metamorphosis. Karen began to swell and the seams of her clothes strained to hold together, and then finally gave way. Karen roared a high-pitched shriek as her hair changed to a bright yellow and grew ten inches down her back. Her hips continued to flair out and her waist appeared to shrink as her tiny breasts expanded like two balloons attached to her chest. Between her legs the hair seemed to withdraw into her flesh and her pussy lips swelled. The two grad students watched her finger and toe nails turn a bright red. As they looked at her face once more, none of the intelligence that Dr. Karen Murphy normally displayed remained. It was replaced by bee-stung lips colored bright red, long eye lashes, and rosy cheeks.

The transformation was complete; Dr. Karen Murphy was once again the bimbo she referred to as Bubbles, the mindless, sex-starved nymphomaniac with the IQ of a rock. But something was different.

"Hey guys," she said in the familiar high pitched voice that could shatter glass at the right volume. "I feel different. I still feel smart," she said as she moved a stray lock of blonde hair out of her face and walked over to the full length mirror to admire the body changes.

"I am still really, really horny, but not out of control horny," she said. "But, you two better get undressed anyway, cause I still need it a lot," Bubbles said with a giggle.

The two grad students began to undress, they knew the routine well; the woman crawled between Bubbles' spread legs and went to work on her juicy pussy. The young man took his place standing in front, his impressive cock sticking straight up in the air.

Bubbles grabbed the cock and began to lick it like a Popsicle. Holding it up, she moved down and sucked one and then his other tender testicle into her mouth, gently licking them before returning to his hard cock. Taking it into her mouth she began to work it back and forth before she easily took it all the way down her throat. Unable to hold on any longer, the male grad student yelled out as he shot off several volleys of his man juice into Bubbles' throat. Without missing a drop she cleaned off the deflating cock and released it just as she was beginning to feel the results of the female grad student's efforts.

"Nghhhhh!" Bubbles shrieked as she came and sprayed the young woman with her juices. She was panting now but still riding the orgasm as if it were a horse she needed to break in. "Yippeee!" she yelled.

After Bubbles had calmed down she noticed that something was indeed different. "Hey guys, let's go again?" she giggled.

Normally, her male grad student would be calling the local frat house to send over a couple of studs. This was such a normal occurrence that he had them on speed dial.

"You, boy toy, do my ass while I lick my girl toy until she comes," she giggled as she got in position and wiggled her ass. "Well, come on guys," she said. "This feels really different and that's good, huh?"

The two grad students did as they were asked.

It was late and she was trying to stay up for Jim, but found herself watching an old movie on HBO with her eyes closed and snoring softly until her phone chimed, alerting her to a text message. Half asleep, she focused her eyes and found her phone. She opened the text message and saw a series of pictures. There was Jim escorting a half naked woman into a house. She recognized the house and the address just over the door as Sarah's, having been by a few times over the years. But, who was the woman? It definitely wasn't Sarah. Jim had his hand on her naked ass.

It wasn't a cure, but the experiment wasn't a complete failure. Immediately after having great sex with her grad students, Dr. Karen Murphy returned to her former self. It was as if she'd fulfilled all of the bimbo curse's requirements, she had had sex with all her horny little holes, but with only two people.

Returning to her normal appearance, the excessive juices began leaking out of her ass and pussy but were quickly consumed by her students as if they were looking for extra credit.

"Do you know what this means?" she cried as her mind returned to its peak intelligence and she calmed down from her last orgasm.

She jumped up and took a new syringe and the remaining supply of the experimental drug, put it in her purse, and grabbed her keys. "I have got to go! This is a breakthrough!"

"Dr. Murphy," the female student called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

She looked around; she had her purse, her phone and keys. A puzzled look was on her face.

"Clothes?" the student said, pointing to the closet.

Dr. Murphy turned a deep shade of red from her face to her ankles and hurried to the closet.

The two grad students shrugged, curled up together on the mattress on the floor, and took their time in pleasuring each other. They would see Dr. Murphy later.

"Hey sweetie, let me help you out of that heavy gun and belt thingy," Sarah the bimbo said as Jim entered her bedroom and was drawn to her amazing titties.

"Oh, yeah," Jim said as he watched her jiggle forward, still wearing what was left of her tattered uniform.

"You may want to do the same," he told her. She looked down to see that she was still partially clothed.

She giggled and said, "Silly me. Why don't you do me and I'll do you?"

With practiced hands they carefully removed each other's gun holster and utility belts, and let them gently fall to the floor with a soft thud. With Sarah's belt gone the remnants of her uniform also fell and pooled at her feet, since the belt was the only thing that held it in place. Jim took in the sight of the naked bimbo for the first time and liked what he saw, continuing to remove his uniform in a sort of daze and before he realized it, he was as naked as she was, his hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

"You like me," the silly woman said. "I can tell these things." She moved forward and took his hard cock into her mouth. Jim had had blow jobs before, his wife Carol performed them for him on special occasions, but nothing compared to what his transformed partner was doing to him. He was rapidly getting close to exploding. Sarah sensed this and pulled him from her mouth with a pop, saying, "That is really tasty, but I need you to fuck me. Heads or tails?" She was looking at him, holding his cock and waiting for his reply.

"What?" Jim asked, and then realizing she was offering him the choice of her pussy or ass. "Damn," he thought. Carol never let him anywhere near her ass. He smiled a crooked smile and said, "Tails!"

"Goody! I really like to be fucked in my ass." And with that, she pushed Jim down on the bed, still with his socks on. Before he had stopped bouncing, Sarah straddled Jim, and pulling her bubble butt apart, lowered herself on to his stiff cock. "Oooo that feels so good Jimmy," she said as she pulled off a bit and lowered herself further until he was deep inside her ass. Normally she'd have needed some sort of lubrication, but her pussy had been dripping her juices for the last several minutes and the fluid had found its way to her ass.

"Ugh," Jim grunted. She was so incredibly tight.

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on Jim's chest and began to raise and lower herself back and forth, slowly at first and then more quickly and with greater enthusiasm.

Jim was grunting hard on every down-stroke. He was close to cumming during the blow job, now it was all he could do to control his pending explosion.

"Agggugh..." Jim growled and released his seed deep within Sarah's bowels. He came and came some more. He couldn't remember an orgasm this strong. His eyes rolled back in his head as the last squirt of his climax oozed from his cock.

"Two down and two to go," Sarah giggled.

Karen arrived at Sarah's home and was startled to see the police cruiser until she remembered that Sarah was a police officer and must be home. The lights were off and the car was parked neatly on the street in front of the home.

Arriving at the front door she saw the keys were still in the door, something only a bimbo would do, leading her to believe that Sarah was having a bimbo episode. Her timing was perfect.

She entered the home and heard the grunt of a man in the midst of a passionate release. Following the sound she saw the two, Sarah in full bimbo mode bent over the bed, her huge tits mashed into the bed as the man lay over her back, exhausted from taking her from behind.

Karen walked right into the room and looked at the bimbo as she turned to see who had just arrived.

"Looks like you slipped up. What's the matter? Can't count?" Karen teased.

"Oh, hiya sugar, like I didn't expect to see ya tonight. Did ya come over to play? I kinda need a girl to play with, too," Sarah said in the high pitched lisping voice she got whenever she became a bimbo.

"As tempting as that is, no. But I have good news. I have had a breakthrough of sorts. Not a cure, but a way to lessen the impact. All you have to..."

Dr. Murphy stopped as she watched the bimbo's face scrunch up. She clearly didn't understand what she was trying to tell her. Meanwhile, the man was coming back to his senses. He was surprised to see another woman, and was just about to feel the pang of guilt until Sarah flipped around and offered him her wet dripping pussy. He couldn't help himself, still under her bimbo spell he began lapping up their combined juices as the bimbo rested her legs on his shoulders and pulled a fat tit to her mouth to suck on her hard nipple.

As the two began to get more into the act, Karen decided she could take advantage of the situation and satisfy one of her requirements. So while the two were busy, Karen took the unoccupied, growing cock into her mouth and enjoyed the bimbo taste combined with the remnants of his ejaculation. After several minutes Jim was ready to come again and Karen was ready for him. She was really enjoying Jim's cock; it had a slight bend to the left and allowed her to playfully bring him to the point of no return.

She was very good at this and Jim wasn't used to coming twice in one session, but here he was on the brink and Sarah too was close. Jim reared back and yelled, "Ooohhhh, Aaahhhh!"

"Oh no you don't", Sarah bimbo yelled and pulled his head back down, "I am almost there, sweetie, back to work!"

Jim put his face back into her delicious pussy and picked up where he left off. Sarah was right because it was only a few more licks and she too was announcing her pleasure at the top of her lungs.

Jim did his best to hang on, but the buxom blonde wiggled and jiggled like a bucking bronco. Jim was hooked on her juices and wasn't going to let go until he got them all.

Finally, she was through and settled down. Jim, still on his knees lifted his head, his face was drenched and his hair wet. What he saw next however was very sobering.

There with a look of shock, hurt and anger was his wife Carol. Karen was still idly toying with his cock and bimbo Sarah didn't have the attention span to think about anything but her next fuck.

"Jim, how could you. I thought I couldn't trust you with your partner, but here you are at her house having an orgy with these two sluts. Where is she? Was this just the warm-up act?"

Carol's outburst was enough to bring Karen around and quickly realize what had happened. She climbed to her feet as Jim was trying to explain what had happened, even though he didn't really know himself. He reached out to his wife to console her. She was in tears and let him pull her close, then she felt his naked body and still hard cock and she began beating him on his chest and shoulders with her clinched fists.

"This isn't quite what it seems. Jim here isn't at fault, he couldn't help himself. He was being controlled by the "Bimbo Effect".

Carol stopped fighting Jim; she was desperate to hear words like that, that her Jim hadn't intentionally cheated on her, it had to be a mistake. But how was that possible?

"What are you talking about?" she asked the woman, noticing that she was fully dressed and looked more like a teacher than a hooker or a slut.

"I am sorry that you had to find out like this, but let me explain. Jim is under the influence of the bimbo," she gestured to Sarah who was now sitting up smiling as she realized that another girl had arrived to play. She was shamelessly flirting and winking at the confused woman.

"You see that is Sarah, she was accidently transformed into a bimbo and now must have a lot of sex with men and women to satisfy the curse or she becomes what you see before you," Karen explained.

"I can't believe that is Sarah," Carol said. "I think you are just trying to cover for Jim's cheating on me," she said this as tears began to flow once again. Jim was sitting on the bed, his eyes pleading with Carol to listen to the woman who had just performed the best blow job of his life.

"No, it's true. I can prove it." She walked over to retrieve her purse. "Bimbo Sarah, tell her who you are."

Sarah stood and walked over to Carol and extended her hand in a handshake. "Hi cutie, I am Officer Sarah Penn, you wanta make out a little?"

Carol was caught off guard and unprepared as Sarah took her hand and pumped vigorously several times making her ample breasts jiggle, and the pheromones she was producing invade Carol's space making her dizzy.

Just then Karen removed the syringe and stabbed Sarah in the right cheek of her bubble butt just above the "Bimbo" tattoo, releasing the chemicals that would alter the effects of the bimbo curse.

"Owwie!" Sarah cried. "That hurt.

"Hold still, Sarah. This is going to be worth the pain. Trust me."

As she removed the needle and put a small Band-Aid on the wound, Sarah began to change back into herself. Her hair darkened, her figure slowly shrank back to her normal dimensions and her communication skills returned.

"Oh my God, Carol. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to be...like that. Oh my God, Jim." He was still sitting on the bed somewhat dazed, trying to make sense of the nights events. "I don't know what to say."

Carol was feeling very warm and unusually attracted to her rival. Still very much naked, she admired the young woman's athletic body and found herself wondering what it would be like to enjoy the charms of another woman. Maybe they could share her husband, that might be fun she began to think.

Sarah looked at the two; both Jim and Carol were acting a little strange considering what had just happened. She turned to Karen and asked her to explain.

"First things first," Karen said. "You noticed that you are back to your unbimboed self, thanks to my formula."

Sarah's eyes grew large, but before she could ask, Karen continued. "No, it's not a cure, but it will neutralize some of the demands of the curse." She explained that she would still have to have a lot of sex with a lot of people, but she wouldn't have to satisfy each act with a different person. And although she wouldn't be able to express her intelligence, she wouldn't become a complete idiot.

"That's great news! Thank you," Sarah said, "That will certainly simplify things." She turned to speak to Carol and Jim, they were still acting funny. Carol was pulling her sweater off over her head, leaving her in just her bra.

"It's really warm in here," Carol said as she tossed her sweater on a pile of clothes and began to fan herself, sitting on the bed taking Jim's cock in her hand. "Have you been working out?" she said to the cock and squeezed it, causing Jim to smile and his cock to grow.

Carol got up and walked over to talk to Sarah, "It's really warm in here." Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor before stepping out of it. She was now standing in her bra, matching thong, and flats.

Karen and Sarah looked at each other and smiled. "You are right," Karen said as she began to disrobe as well.

"Here, let me help you with that hot bra," Sarah said, and with practiced fingers unsnapped the hooks letting the bra fall forward into Sarah's hands, which let loose Carol's C-cup sized breasts. "That's better, no? Let me cool them off." Before Carol could give her approval, Sarah took the left tit in her hand, pulled the quickly stiffening nipple to her lips, and began to suck it the way she enjoyed so much.

Having quickly shed her clothes, Karen pulled Carol's thong down her legs and pulled her dripping pussy to her mouth. "I'll bet this will help," she told Carol.

The experienced bimbo-cursed women quickly had Carol squirming, and before she realized what was happening, Carol was screaming as her first orgasm gushed forth. Her legs could no longer support her and she found herself lying across the bed. Karen was still lapping at her pussy, which inspired Carol to pull Sarah close and taste her very first pussy. She reached out with her tongue, then Sarah pulled her face forward and she was pulled into the new world of pussy.

Jim took the opportunity to plug into Karen's unoccupied ass. She welcomed him as he slid first into her damp pussy, and then into her rear hole that was tighter than anything he'd ever experienced. Tonight Jim was getting more sex than he'd had in months combined.

After they all had swapped and played as much as they could, Jim came out of his bimbo-induced haze and realized that he still had his squad car and needed to check in as his shift was ending soon. He'd cover for Sarah, but was worried that he may have trouble with the duty sergeant. He quickly donned his uniform, Sarah and the other women stopped their play long enough to inspect his appearance before he rushed out the door, telling Carol he'd see her at home.

When he checked back in at the downtown station, having refueled the cruiser and turned in the keys, he waited for the desk sergeant to chastise him for being late, but all he got were questions about Sarah's condition and congratulations on their collar. Jim accepted the praise and confessed that Sarah was no worse for wear and should be back, ready to go on their next scheduled shift that was thankfully 27 hours later.

Jim needed the time off. He was finding the events of the last few hours hard to believe. When he got home Carol wasn't there. He was tired so he took a quick shower and jumped into bed. He woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and his cheerful wife.

"Hey sleepyhead, you gonna sleep all day? It's almost 10AM. I brought you a cup of your favorite brew just the way you like it." Jim stretched and smiled, happy to see that Carol was in a good mood. He was afraid that she might have regrets after last night.

He carefully sipped his coffee, it was still very hot. Before he could ask, Carol said, "Last night was amazing! I never imagined there was such a thing as a bimbo curse." She hopped into bed next to her stunned husband. "Oh, that's right I need to tell you the details."

Carol spent the next several minutes outlining the highlights of what the curse meant and what had happened to both Sarah and Karen.

"Well, that does explain the rumors," he said, referring to what he'd been hearing about how his partner was a whore when off duty and sleeping with anyone over the age of consent that had a pulse.

When he told Carol she vehemently defended Sarah and decided that this would end. "We will be Sarah's support group. You can have sex with her anytime you guys can make the time, and she will be my guest in our bedroom whenever she wants."

Jim looked at his wife like she had just sprouted wings. "Are you serious?" he asked, not believing his ears. Carol turned and pulled Jim's face to hers and kissed him, "Baby, I love you and that will never change, but Sarah needs our help. By the way, she is coming by later today. Between the two of us we can make sure that she never has another bimbo outbreak."

Jim shrugged, not wanting to ruin the moment. His entire life had just taken a turn for the better. This would definitely spice up their sex life. As if reading his mind, Carol pulled back the sheet and saw his cock was thickening as if it too were pondering the possibilities.

"Hmm...looks like someone could use a warm mouth." With that, she began to blow Jim for the first time since their anniversary six months ago. It seemed her skills had improved, too.

It was about 3PM when Sarah dropped by on her way back from the gym. "Hi guys," she said as both Carol and Jim welcomed her into their home. "I was hoping I could talk you two into an early dinner, if I could use your shower first, that is?"

"Sure thing," Carol said as she smiled and showed Sarah where the master bathroom was. "Take your time. Jim and I have plenty to do to keep us busy."

Carol and Jim began to discuss where they would like to eat. Jim suggested his favorite steakhouse while Carol suggested her favorite seafood restaurant on the harbor. As they began to imagine what they would order, Jim noticed that Carol's nipples were hard and making a small tent in her blouse. Needing little to get him sexually aroused Jim immediately grew a strong erection thinking of the fun they would have with Sarah in their bedroom.

As if on cue, Sarah emerged from the shower, her wet hair hanging loosely about her head, and wearing a summer dress that showed off her athletic, toned body.

Carol and Jim looked at one another for a moment as if sharing unspoken thoughts.

"So, have you decided where we will go for dinner?" Sarah asked.

In unison Carol and Jim said, "Yes, our bedroom." They each took one of Sarah's arms, marched her into the room, and began to strip the woman naked. Carol went for her squeaky clean pussy while Jim began to worship her breasts. After several minutes, all three were naked and Jim was pounding Sarah from behind while she was between Carol's widely spread legs.

After trying several combinations, Carol sent Jim out for Chinese takeout from their favorite restaurant off Mission Gorge Road, which allowed Sarah and Carol to continue the exploration of each other's bodies.

When Jim returned, they were ready to eat and replace all the calories they had burned off, before returning to bed for another round of sex.

And so it went, Jim would fuck Sarah any time they had a free moment and Carol would have her turn with Sarah in the evenings.

Jim was caught off guard one evening when he found Officer Anita Byrd naked in his home, and Carol between her legs. She looked up for a moment to greet her husband before getting back to the task at hand.

Jim was surprised that he wasn't jealous; although he'd love to join them, he knew Anita was gay and didn't do men. He busied himself with one of his projects until Carol pulled herself free and gave her husband a proper greeting, the taste of Anita's pussy still on her lips.

She asked if he minded her having Anita over, and was pleased to hear that Jim was fine with it. She smiled, and before returning to her guest, told Jim that she loved him more than ever.

Later that evening before Sarah was due to visit, which was becoming as regular as sunshine in San Diego, Carol told Jim she wanted to talk.

After beating around the bush for a few minutes, Carol confessed that she was starving for more pussy and although willing to do more three ways, she wanted to explore sex with other women. She told Jim that she wanted him to also explore sex with other women, and if any of them were up for it he could bring them home to share with her.

Although shocked at first, Jim took the news well. In fact the next day he began to approach several women that seemed interested in him, and over the next several months Jim and Carol got more sex with as many women as they could imagine, becoming more content in their marriage than ever.

One night when Anita happened to be by, and Jim was busy with another one of his projects, Anita came out, completely naked, and asked if he would like to join them. She even admitted that she'd like it if he was willing to fuck her too.

"I thought you were a lesbian?" Jim said as he looked at her natural beauty.

"I am not sure anymore," Anita said as she wiggled her assets for him. "I think your wife is having an effect on me."

Anita pulled Jim by the hand and he followed her into his bedroom where Carol was preparing a few of their favorite toys.

After several hours of the best sex they'd had in a while, they all laid together cuddling and thinking back on how different their lives had become. Jim said to Carol, "You know I am curious about one thing."

"Only one thing?" Carol asked.

He laughed, "Well one thing about our new life together, that is. How did you know about Sarah and me? It was the very first time, and she was, you know, controlling me. How did you know to come over at that precise time?"

"Oh that?" Carol asked. "I wondered about that myself. I got several pictures texted to me, of you entering Sarah's house with your hand on the ass of a woman I didn't recognize. I knew the house and the address was visible, so I came right over. You know the rest."

"Who sent you the text?" Jim asked.

"I don't know." Carol confessed.

"Oh," said Anita. "That was me."

"What?" both husband and wife said.

"Yeah, you know I am studying to be a detective. Well, some things weren't adding up for me, so I began to keep tabs on Jim and Sarah."

"What things?" Jim asked.

"Like after Sarah made a standing date with me three times a week. Who does that? And when she suddenly stopped showering after her shift, I wanted to see more of her cute muscular body."

"So our entire lives have been changed because you wanted to get into Sarah's pants?" Jim asked, sounding serious, but not regretting a thing.

"No," Anita said. "I wanted to get into Carol's pants. Ever since the first time I saw her drop you off at work a couple of years ago."

"Really?" Carol said. "Looks like you got your wish." She reached over and began to tickle Anita, and Jim quickly joined in.

Anita squealed and wiggled all over the place as the pair attacked her.

"How did you know I was ticklish?" she yelled as she rolled over, trying to protect her sensitive ribs.

"You're not the only one studying to become a detective," Jim said.​