The room the three bimbos entered was done in pure white, utterly without shadow, and dominated by two mirrors on opposite walls. Muffy, Steffi and Poontang found themselves staring at an infinity of their own reflections, whorish makeup and all. Bright pink letters on the glass proclaimed ‘Bimbo Beauty!’ over and over again. Another door opposite of their entrance was labeled ‘Wardrobe.’
Steffi blinked vapidly at her multiple reflections and then turned to Poontang, “So, like, where’s the changing room? And where are all the hot clothes?”
“Silly Steffi!” Poontang cried out, slapping the buxom blonde on her pliant ass. The former superhero squealed out, and struck out her bottom for more, “Bimbos don’t need to get dressed in private. And besides, you’re totally naked anyway!”
“Oh, that’s right,” Steffi smiled.
Poontang then moved towards the other door. “Now, Steffi,” she continued, her voice taking on a tone of bimboish pride, “Muffy’s, like, the best at hair and makeup, but I’m totes the most awesome at getting you all dressed up! So, you wait here until I get some hawt, hawt outfits for you to squeeze that hot little bod into to try on, kay?”
She paused before she disappeared into the other room and glanced back, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised slightly and a conspiratorial look appeared on her face, “Muffy,” she began a bit ominously, “Steffi.” The pussy juice on her face glistened in the bright lights of the room as she then beamed a wide smile, “Don’t, like, do anything I wouldn’t, like, do!”
Poontang disappeared into the vast wardrobe that Bimbotech had in stock. Bimbotech housed rows upon rows of slutty, kinky and utterly depraved outfits in its vaults, that catered to every fetish and desire that Master Fink held or traded in. There were so many outfits that it could take an easily distracted bimbo forever to find even a single one. Luckily for Poontang, though, the smart and clever men of Bimbotech had realized the sheer enormity of the clothes selection and had had the entire wardrobe catalogued, indexed and tagged in the simplest, most convenient way possible. All Poontang needed was to speak out what she wanted to the Bimbotech’s own, warped version of ‘Siri’ and the system would retrieve it for her.
When she returned with the first of the outfits not five minutes later, Muffy had already gotten Steffi up against one of the mirrors and was fingering the platinum blonde sexpot with devilish glee. Poontang took the time to admire the view with her big almond eyes, and finally, squealed happily when Steffi thrashed wildly at her latest orgasm.
“Yay!” the Asian bimbo exclaimed, “You did exactly what I would have, like, totally done! Getting fingered by Muffy is, like, super kewl. And this outfit is, like, super hot!”
Poontang held out the outfit she’d chosen for Steffi and looked at her new sister in slutdom with a wide, proud smile. It was as if the slutty little number she was giving Steffi was her reward for having embraced her new role as a part of Bimbotech.
“Soooo….like, what do you think, sweetie?” Poontang asked a few minutes later, after Steffi had slipped on the offered garment. She drank in the sight of Steffi’s vain primping in front of the wall-length mirror. The Asian salon slut loved the sight of the newly-minted bimbo, with her delicious curves, squeezed into the too-tight ensemble.
Steffi cocked her hips to the side, as she looked over her sexed-up figure. The outfit she was wearing consisted of super short, gold booty shorts, white knee-high socks that resembled stockings, a snug purple crop top that showed plenty of cleavage and white sneakers with a built-in seven inch heel and glittery purple laces. Steffi glanced down at the outfit and pouted out her plump, purple bottom lip at what she saw. It was a sexy, sexy outfit but somehow something was missing for the ditzy platinum blonde. It was good, and Poontang had gone to all the trouble of picking it out for her, but…
Pursing her shiny lips, Steffi slowly shook her head, sending her high, purple-tipped pigtails waving back and forth. She stomped her high-heeled high topped foot and whined out petulantly, “Like, I’m sorry Poontang, but this is, like, not slutty enough for me! I mean, you can’t even see my pussy in this!”
Muffy and Poontang glanced at each other, each struggling to hold back their giggles. Finally, Muffy couldn’t contain herself any longer and exclaimed, “You are, like, such a slut, Steffi!”
“I’m the sluttiest!” the former superheroine proclaimed loudly, rubbing her pussy and wiggling her round ass teasingly at the redheaded bimbo stylist, “So I’ve got to look like the sluttiest, most fuckable cheerleader ever!”
Poontang matched her BBFF’s smile. She knew this was going to be so much fun!
All in all, they went through five different outfits, and nearly a full tube of lip gloss, before they settled on the right one. Each one Steffi rejected for being not skimpy enough, for keeping too much of her hot bimbo bod covered, or in one case, because it was totally the wrong shade of purple.
It was, of course. Steffi knew her purples almost as well as she knew how to suck cock.
At long last, the trio finally found it. The perfect outfit that turned Steffi Blowbang into the hottest bimbo cheerleader Muffy and Poontang had laid their eyes on. She wore shiny white latex thigh-high boots bearing the golden inscription “A Woman’s Place is On Her Knees” written down the sides, and an absurdly high spike heel. It wasn’t as sporty as the types of footwear that Poontang had attempted to dress Steffi in earlier, but all three bimbos had to admit that it was far sexier.
Her purple and gold pleated skirt, with just a hint of white to separate the colors, was practically a belt above her hips. The highly impractical latex garment barely hid Steffi’s white crotchless thong, a scrap of fabric which did absolutely nothing to hide Steffi’s bald, steaming cunt, and which rode high above her ample hips. Whenever Steffi made even the slightest move, let alone a sexy sway of her hips or shudder of her body, she would expose her white and gold-framed pussy, or her essentially naked ass to the world.
Steffi’s skintight, sleeveless latex crop-top matched the skirt’s color perfectly. The smooth, shiny material seemed to almost shimmer in the bright lights of the large room, and Steffi loved how the purple latex clung to her mammoth titties and showed off every detail of her always-aroused nipples. As if the top wasn’t already sexy enough for Steffi Blowbang, there was a large, shield-shaped cutout, lined in sparkly gold and white, that revealed a large portion of her bountiful cavern of cleavage. White straps, matching the lining of the cut-out, ran up the sides of the flimsy little garment, and bore the word BIMBOTECH in repeating bright gold and purple block lettering. Those same straps rose all the way to Steffi’s neck, forming a tight latex collar.
What really made the outfit for the bimboized and fetishized former heroine, though, was a round steel O-ring nestled in the collar’s center. Steffi nearly creamed herself when she first laid eyes on it. It meant that any of the studly men or mouthwatering bimbos of Bimbotech could use that to bind her to their will. She would be at their mercy, just as she was in the bondage-like salon chair. Steffi moaned at the prospect of it all.
The final piece of Steffi’s new look were two metallic cuffs that were fastened on her wrists. On her right wrist the band was purple and on the other it was gold. They too had O-rings attached to them.
“Oh. My. Gawd,” Steffi whispered hotly, as she leaned forward and rested her hands on her reflected image so she was staring ever so intimately with her slutty self in the mirror. The dual mirrors broadcast an infinity of Steffi Blowbangs, dressed in her debauched fetish cheerleader outfit. Perched on her ludicrously high-heels,her large chest and round ass forced out by her posture, Steffi drank in every detail of her curvaceous and luscious, primped out bimbo doll image, complete with sultry makeup and hair, dressed in a mockery of an outfit already intended to give nearby onlookers an instant hard-on.
“This is me,” Steffi said, tears beginning to well at the corners of her eyes. She uttered a long, pleasure-filled sigh and attempted to control herself. The slutty cheerleader batted her extra-long eyelashes to fight the tears away, knowing they would only ruin her slutty makeup. She continued to talk to herself in the mirror, “This is who I am. Hi there, Steffi Blowbang! This is, like, how you’re supposed to look. How you were always supposed to look, you fucking hawt piece of bimbo cheerleader ass, you!”
Steffi leaned closer to the glass, now half an inch away and hesitated for a brief moment, just to drink in her whorish reflection for a little while longer. Uttering a low sigh, the one-time Batgirl then proceeded to passionately kiss her own slutty reflection. The sound of giggles broke her out of her self-involved kiss with herself, and turned abruptly, leaving a purple stain on the reflective glass. She looked at Muffy and Poontang with a wide, million-watt smile. She wasted no time in advancing upon the two bimbo stylists and lewdly embraced them, her hands feasting across each of the their equally Bimbotech-manufactured bodies. Kisses were exchanged, lips smacked and tongues danced. Fingers found hardened nipples or pretty clitties to flick. It was the least that Steffi could do to show her thanks and appreciation.
“Thank you both sooooooo much for helping me become the true me!” Steffi beamed at the slutty pair, “It’s, just, like…”
Muffy and Poontang beamed back at her.
“Well, duh!” Poontang exclaimed, “You’re a Bimbotech slut! It’s, like, our job to make you what you were always meant to be! Literally!”
“And we love doing our job,” Muffy husked, caressed the sides of her round titties, before a look of sudden realization appeared on her whorishly-painted face. She smacked herself in the forehead, “Silly me. I am such a stupid bimbo! Steffi, there’s, like, one more thing I need to do for you! I almost forgot! Tittiefuck would’ve totally had me over her knee if I, like, didn’t remember!”
Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out the note Tittiefuck had given her, even as Steffi sighed out in rapture. The kinky cheerleader’s pussy dripped slightly at the thought of the incredibly sexy Tittiefuck giving her a good spanking.
“Your BBFF is waiting for you in the dungeons,” she said, offering it to the bimbo cheerleader. A wide grin split Steffi’s face and she looked down at the card, taking it carefully from Muffy’s hand.
“Like, thanks again Muffy! I can’t even wait to meet the new and improved Cassie! Bye, and, like, see you both in the Bimbo Room laters!” Steffi exclaimed, overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Cassie Carnal now that they were both true blue, or in her case, purple, Bimbotech bimbos. The newly minted cheerleader began to mince and jiggle her way toward the exit with all the speed she could muster in her barely there cheerleader ensemble, flaunting her every asset with each exaggerated sway.
She just couldn’t wait to share with her dearest friend her newfound fetish. It was going to be so kinky!