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Like, Master thought for them and junk.\n\n\nIf there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them.\n\nTheir fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them.\n\n\nIt was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.\n\nThe bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.\n\nThey typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”\n\nAmpere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm.\n\nThey were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were.\n\n\n'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.'\nAmpere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.\n'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'\n\nIt was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile.\n\nBut that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction.\n\n\nThey didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control.\n\nIt was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.\n\nBut the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away,\n\nA meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.\n\nThere was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait. They opened the door to find...\n\noh.\n\nHe was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip. he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.\n\nA non Master. a non VIP.\n\nfor the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored.\n\nThey opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes.\n\n\nHe was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey?\n\n\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.\n\n\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation.\n\n\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk.\n\n\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.\n\n\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"\n\n\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.\n\n\n\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"\n\nMallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle.\n\n\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now.\n\nand then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes.\n\n[b]SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.[/b]\n\nTheir neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.\n\nbut it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.\n\nThe idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.\n\nHe was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...\n\n\nIt wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging.\n\nWhoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.\n\nIt was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~<3\n\nBut then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever.\n\n“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.\n\nShe pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack.\n\nHe jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!”\n\nIt was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”\n\nHe sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.\n\nNot that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.\n\nThat wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.\n\nThey pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.\n\n“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.\n\n“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.\n\nHer tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”\n\nMallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”\n\nThe bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”\n\n“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could *totally* be living like this, what do you think?”\n\nTheir pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.\n\nIt was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~<3?”\n\n\nThen they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them.\n\nMallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”\n\nHe tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.\n\n”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in.\n\nJosh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!”\n\nAmpere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~<3?”\n\nHe could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”\n\n\nThen they started to talk...\n\n\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"\n\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"\n\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"\n\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"\n\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"\n\nThe two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.\n\nThey spoke faster and faster and faster. 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Like, Master thought for them and junk.\n\n\nIf there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them.\n\nTheir fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them.\n\n\nIt was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.\n\nThe bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.\n\nThey typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”\n\nAmpere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm.\n\nThey were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were.\n\n\n'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.'\nAmpere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.\n'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'\n\nIt was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile.\n\nBut that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction.\n\n\nThey didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control.\n\nIt was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.\n\nBut the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away,\n\nA meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.\n\nThere was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait. They opened the door to find...\n\noh.\n\nHe was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip. he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.\n\nA non Master. a non VIP.\n\nfor the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored.\n\nThey opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes.\n\n\nHe was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey?\n\n\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.\n\n\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation.\n\n\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk.\n\n\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.\n\n\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"\n\n\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.\n\n\n\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"\n\nMallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle.\n\n\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now.\n\nand then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes.\n\n[b]SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.[/b]\n\nTheir neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.\n\nbut it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.\n\nThe idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.\n\nHe was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...\n\n\nIt wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging.\n\nWhoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.\n\nIt was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~<3\n\nBut then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever.\n\n“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.\n\nShe pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack.\n\nHe jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!”\n\nIt was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”\n\nHe sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.\n\nNot that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.\n\nThat wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.\n\nThey pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.\n\n“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.\n\n“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.\n\nHer tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”\n\nMallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”\n\nThe bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”\n\n“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could *totally* be living like this, what do you think?”\n\nTheir pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.\n\nIt was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~<3?”\n\n\nThen they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them.\n\nMallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”\n\nHe tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.\n\n”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in.\n\nJosh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!”\n\nAmpere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~<3?”\n\nHe could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”\n\n\nThen they started to talk...\n\n\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"\n\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"\n\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"\n\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"\n\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"\n\nThe two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.\n\nThey spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.\n\n\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"\n\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\"\n\nFaster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax.\n\nDisheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess.\n\nHe hadn’t even gotten the money."
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Like, Master thought for them and junk.\n\n\nIf there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them.\n\nTheir fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them.\n\n\nIt was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.\n\nThe bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.\n\nThey typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”\n\nAmpere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm.\n\nThey were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were.\n\n\n'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.'\nAmpere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.\n'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'\n\nIt was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile.\n\nBut that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction.\n\n\nThey didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control.\n\nIt was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.\n\nBut the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away,\n\nA meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.\n\nThere was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait. They opened the door to find...\n\noh.\n\nHe was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip. he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.\n\nA non Master. a non VIP.\n\nfor the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored.\n\nThey opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes.\n\n\nHe was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey?\n\n\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.\n\n\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation.\n\n\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk.\n\n\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.\n\n\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"\n\n\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.\n\n\n\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"\n\nMallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle.\n\n\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now.\n\nand then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes.\n\n[b]SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.[/b]\n\nTheir neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.\n\nbut it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.\n\nThe idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.\n\nHe was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...\n\n\nIt wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging.\n\nWhoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.\n\nIt was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~<3\n\nBut then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever.\n\n“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.\n\nShe pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack.\n\nHe jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!”\n\nIt was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”\n\nHe sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.\n\nNot that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.\n\nThat wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.\n\nThey pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.\n\n“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.\n\n“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.\n\nHer tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”\n\nMallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”\n\nThe bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”\n\n“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could *totally* be living like this, what do you think?”\n\nTheir pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.\n\nIt was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~<3?”\n\n\nThen they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them.\n\nMallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”\n\nHe tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.\n\n”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in.\n\nJosh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!”\n\nAmpere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~<3?”\n\nHe could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”\n\n\nThen they started to talk...\n\n\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"\n\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"\n\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"\n\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"\n\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"\n\nThe two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.\n\nThey spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.\n\n\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"\n\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\"\n\nFaster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax.\n\nDisheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess.\n\nHe hadn’t even gotten the money.",
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Like, Master thought for them and junk.\n\n\nIf there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them.\n\nTheir fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them.\n\n\nIt was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.\n\nThe bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.\n\nThey typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”\n\nAmpere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm.\n\nThey were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were.\n\n\n'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.'\nAmpere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.\n'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'\n\nIt was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile.\n\nBut that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction.\n\n\nThey didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control.\n\nIt was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.\n\nBut the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away,\n\nA meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.\n\nThere was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait. They opened the door to find...\n\noh.\n\nHe was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip. he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.\n\nA non Master. a non VIP.\n\nfor the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored.\n\nThey opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes.\n\n\nHe was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey?\n\n\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.\n\n\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation.\n\n\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk.\n\n\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.\n\n\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"\n\n\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.\n\n\n\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"\n\nMallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle.\n\n\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now.\n\nand then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes.\n\n[b]SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.[/b]\n\nTheir neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.\n\nbut it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.\n\nThe idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.\n\nHe was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...\n\n\nIt wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging.\n\nWhoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.\n\nIt was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~<3\n\nBut then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever.\n\n“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.\n\nShe pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack.\n\nHe jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!”\n\nIt was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”\n\nHe sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.\n\nNot that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.\n\nThat wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.\n\nThey pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.\n\n“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.\n\n“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.\n\nHer tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”\n\nMallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”\n\nThe bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”\n\n“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could *totally* be living like this, what do you think?”\n\nTheir pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.\n\nIt was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~<3?”\n\n\nThen they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them.\n\nMallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”\n\nHe tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.\n\n”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in.\n\nJosh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!”\n\nAmpere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~<3?”\n\nHe could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”\n\n\nThen they started to talk...\n\n\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"\n\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"\n\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"\n\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"\n\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"\n\nThe two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.\n\nThey spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.\n\n\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"\n\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\"\n\nFaster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax.\n\nDisheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess.\n\nHe hadn’t even gotten the money."
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      "description": "<div><p><em>(Jack Du roi and I did a roleplay that lasted for months about Superheroines being corrupted and turned into bimbos by day, villain goons by night. Loved it so much I convinced madfox to help draw a scene from it. This is an excerpt from a MUCH larger story. but maybe people would like to see it.)<br><br></em>CONTEXT: Ampere and Mallah are superheroines (Amazap and Huntress) who have been watching an aerobics channel that's slowly altering their brain chemistry. Turning them into vapid, cheerful bimbos eager for their mysterious 'daddy's' approval.  By now, their minds have been completely bimbofied, Serving as supervillain alter egos when their daddy calls for them (Volta and Poacher) and it's time for stage two of their submission to the new programming.<br><br><em>There was a little blip as the triangle disappeared, and the bimbos found themselves waking up. They didn’t have a memory of what happened, but they didn’t need to. They didn’t need to think at all. Their movements were mechanical as they turned and began to type. Pre-programmed. Training showing in their puppetlike movements, bodies just following along with a plan that was made for them, not thinking of moving on their own. Like, Master thought for them and junk.</em><br><br><br><em>If there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were. </em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.' </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.  </em><br><em>'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction. <br><br></em><br><em>They didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away, </em><br><em> </em><br><em>A meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>There was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait.  They opened the door to find...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>oh.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip.  he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>A non Master. a non VIP. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>for the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored. <br><br>They opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves  It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey? </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.<br><br></em><br><em>\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>and then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em><strong>SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.</strong></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>but it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p><br></p>\n<div><p><em>It wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Whoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~&lt;3</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>She pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Not that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>That wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Her tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could <em>totally</em> be living like this, what do you think?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~&lt;3?”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Josh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~&lt;3?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they started to talk...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"</em><br><em>\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"</em><br><em>\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"</em><br><em>\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"</em><br><em>\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.</em><br><em> </em><br><em>\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"</em><br><em>\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\" </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Faster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then</em> <em>with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Disheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He hadn’t even gotten the money.</em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<hr><hr>\n<div><p>Some ideas keep hitting me over and over. I can be a bit of a broken record. Perhaps you might feel the same sometime. give it a read. see if it appeals to you. Maybe one day I'll do more of the art here. but I've hesitated on this one if only because the bimbo look is of a particular style I can't get out of my head.<br><br>Art by Sabri<br>Writing by myself and Jack Du Roi</p></div>\n",
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      "description": "<div><p><em>(Jack Du roi and I did a roleplay that lasted for months about Superheroines being corrupted and turned into bimbos by day, villain goons by night. Loved it so much I convinced madfox to help draw a scene from it. This is an excerpt from a MUCH larger story. but maybe people would like to see it.)<br><br></em>CONTEXT: Ampere and Mallah are superheroines (Amazap and Huntress) who have been watching an aerobics channel that's slowly altering their brain chemistry. Turning them into vapid, cheerful bimbos eager for their mysterious 'daddy's' approval.  By now, their minds have been completely bimbofied, Serving as supervillain alter egos when their daddy calls for them (Volta and Poacher) and it's time for stage two of their submission to the new programming.<br><br><em>There was a little blip as the triangle disappeared, and the bimbos found themselves waking up. They didn’t have a memory of what happened, but they didn’t need to. They didn’t need to think at all. Their movements were mechanical as they turned and began to type. Pre-programmed. Training showing in their puppetlike movements, bodies just following along with a plan that was made for them, not thinking of moving on their own. Like, Master thought for them and junk.</em><br><br><br><em>If there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were. </em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.' </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.  </em><br><em>'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction. <br><br></em><br><em>They didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away, </em><br><em> </em><br><em>A meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>There was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait.  They opened the door to find...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>oh.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip.  he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>A non Master. a non VIP. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>for the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored. <br><br>They opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves  It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey? </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.<br><br></em><br><em>\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>and then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em><strong>SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.</strong></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>but it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p><br></p>\n<div><p><em>It wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Whoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~&lt;3</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>She pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Not that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>That wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Her tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could <em>totally</em> be living like this, what do you think?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~&lt;3?”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Josh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~&lt;3?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they started to talk...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"</em><br><em>\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"</em><br><em>\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"</em><br><em>\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"</em><br><em>\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.</em><br><em> </em><br><em>\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"</em><br><em>\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\" </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Faster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then</em> <em>with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Disheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He hadn’t even gotten the money.</em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<hr><hr>\n<div><p>Some ideas keep hitting me over and over. I can be a bit of a broken record. Perhaps you might feel the same sometime. give it a read. see if it appeals to you. Maybe one day I'll do more of the art here. but I've hesitated on this one if only because the bimbo look is of a particular style I can't get out of my head.<br><br>Art by Sabri<br>Writing by myself and Jack Du Roi</p></div>\n"
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  "description": "<div><p><em>(Jack Du roi and I did a roleplay that lasted for months about Superheroines being corrupted and turned into bimbos by day, villain goons by night. Loved it so much I convinced madfox to help draw a scene from it. This is an excerpt from a MUCH larger story. but maybe people would like to see it.)<br><br></em>CONTEXT: Ampere and Mallah are superheroines (Amazap and Huntress) who have been watching an aerobics channel that's slowly altering their brain chemistry. Turning them into vapid, cheerful bimbos eager for their mysterious 'daddy's' approval.  By now, their minds have been completely bimbofied, Serving as supervillain alter egos when their daddy calls for them (Volta and Poacher) and it's time for stage two of their submission to the new programming.<br><br><em>There was a little blip as the triangle disappeared, and the bimbos found themselves waking up. They didn’t have a memory of what happened, but they didn’t need to. They didn’t need to think at all. Their movements were mechanical as they turned and began to type. Pre-programmed. Training showing in their puppetlike movements, bodies just following along with a plan that was made for them, not thinking of moving on their own. Like, Master thought for them and junk.</em><br><br><br><em>If there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were. </em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.' </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.  </em><br><em>'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction. <br><br></em><br><em>They didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away, </em><br><em> </em><br><em>A meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>There was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait.  They opened the door to find...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>oh.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip.  he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>A non Master. a non VIP. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>for the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored. <br><br>They opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves  It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey? </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.<br><br></em><br><em>\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>and then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em><strong>SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.</strong></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>but it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p><br></p>\n<div><p><em>It wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Whoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~&lt;3</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>She pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Not that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>That wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Her tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could <em>totally</em> be living like this, what do you think?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~&lt;3?”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Josh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~&lt;3?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they started to talk...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"</em><br><em>\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"</em><br><em>\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"</em><br><em>\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"</em><br><em>\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.</em><br><em> </em><br><em>\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"</em><br><em>\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\" </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Faster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then</em> <em>with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Disheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He hadn’t even gotten the money.</em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<hr><hr>\n<div><p>Some ideas keep hitting me over and over. I can be a bit of a broken record. Perhaps you might feel the same sometime. give it a read. see if it appeals to you. Maybe one day I'll do more of the art here. but I've hesitated on this one if only because the bimbo look is of a particular style I can't get out of my head.<br><br>Art by Sabri<br>Writing by myself and Jack Du Roi</p></div>\n",
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  "description": "<div><p><em>(Jack Du roi and I did a roleplay that lasted for months about Superheroines being corrupted and turned into bimbos by day, villain goons by night. Loved it so much I convinced madfox to help draw a scene from it. This is an excerpt from a MUCH larger story. but maybe people would like to see it.)<br><br></em>CONTEXT: Ampere and Mallah are superheroines (Amazap and Huntress) who have been watching an aerobics channel that's slowly altering their brain chemistry. Turning them into vapid, cheerful bimbos eager for their mysterious 'daddy's' approval.  By now, their minds have been completely bimbofied, Serving as supervillain alter egos when their daddy calls for them (Volta and Poacher) and it's time for stage two of their submission to the new programming.<br><br><em>There was a little blip as the triangle disappeared, and the bimbos found themselves waking up. They didn’t have a memory of what happened, but they didn’t need to. They didn’t need to think at all. Their movements were mechanical as they turned and began to type. Pre-programmed. Training showing in their puppetlike movements, bodies just following along with a plan that was made for them, not thinking of moving on their own. Like, Master thought for them and junk.</em><br><br><br><em>If there was anything the bimbos were good at, it was texting. with a near robotic pivot, they faced back to back. whipping out their phones and filling the air with tikatikatiks from their fingers gliding effortlessly across the touchpads. their expressions were vacant, lost in a half smile like a doll eagerly awaiting to be purchased off the rack of a toy store. all plastic and fake, just like the rest of them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their fingers expertly wrote in character for them. Whoever ampere and Mallah were supposed to be was not a personality they had access to, but rather some resource the back of their brain was fed to type back a believable response. They were both quite candid. Discussing their deep undercover and how much they uncovered. or more accurately, how much Master was willing to divulge to them. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was effortless to impersonate their old selves. They just repeated the memories, typed in with lightning speed, bit by bit sending the pieces of Master’s plan along to Backchatter. It wasn’t like writing so much as mindlessly echoing a teleprompter. If you asked them what they were typing, they wouldn’t tell have any clue. But Backchatter received message after message of “valuable intelligence,” bits and pieces of Master’s plan that wouldn’t give too much away.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bimbos were too dumb to think ahead, but Backchatter would be out of the way soon enough, and then everything that she learned would be lost. The bimbos, of course, were just standing like dolls. Or mannequins. Without a thought in their heads, typing like the vapid, stupid bimbos they were. Like they were chatting up friends or talking about clothes or talking about a hot piece of fuckmeat.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They typed their manipulations out. “I’ve been doing my best at it, but there really is no way for me through this thing. I’ve managed to make it in, but their security is surprisingly good, and if I go loud, they’ll just shut down and move somewhere else. We need to be thorough about this takedown.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere, of course, didn’t realize what she was typing. Instead, her tits subtly bounced to the beat of the training video playing in the background, folds twitching in time with the rhythm. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They were just bimbos after all. Hot. Fake. Constructed to be too vapid to think for themselves, too vapid to disobey. Programmed so deeply with Master’s control that he could just run operations through them like the puppets they were. </em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>'They're called Toxin. It's a new villain organization full of real pieces of work. Mallah and I managed to find they were kidnapping people on the street with the psychological profiles befitting of villains and then pumping them full of a chemical that gave them super strength and durability. They're gonna be easy to find on the street at least.' </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere conveniently left out the part about them being vapid bimbos but she was ditzy enough to forget that was the point. the two of them weren't really even looking at the texts. just vessels to move their fingers while Master fed backchatter information.  </em><br><em>'We're thinking we're going to need your help going forward. There's a lot of strong network security and leads on their computers that we couldn't hope to address without your help but we wanted to wait until we exhausted all of our other leads.'</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was in character for Mallah to think she could handle this on her own. and it was also a slight admission of weakness that backchatter would have adored. a chance to be useful while also flaunting her intelligence was right up her psych profile. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But that wasn't something Mallah knew. Or even thought to know. she stood there typing mindlessly while their pussies tried to remember the tempo of the training music and clench in time to the beat. it was a fun distraction. <br><br></em><br><em>They didn’t realize that they were being completely controlled. They were too stupid to. Too programmed to realize any difference between the layers of brainwashing that made up them and the sense of any new control. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was that bimbo uselessness, that they didn’t realize anything was wrong, they wouldn’t or couldn’t, because their brain would just cycle back into bimbo vapidity, and then they would be staring with a finger against their lips, absentmindedly sucking at it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But the meeting was set up, which felt good. The phones slipped away, </em><br><em> </em><br><em>A meeting was set up, and the former heroines would address that when the time came. Master knew how to make them act, all they had to do was go along for the ride.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>There was a sudden knock at the door once the two finished texting and came back to reality. with the pair stepping as if they both had high heels that could clak in time to the music, the bimbos strutted their way over to the door, hips swaying to the rhythmic, tits bouncing slightly with their gait.  They opened the door to find...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>oh.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was a bunny. Young. black fur with a white underbelly. Wearing a pastel polo shirt and simple jeans with a belt that had no fancy buckle to the clip.  he was holding a clipboard, and stood at about half the height of the two ladies in the doorway.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>A non Master. a non VIP. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>for the first time, the bimbos stopped smiling. They were suddenly bored. <br><br>They opened it, posing subtly, staring forward at the landlord and finding themselves  It was as if a mode was flipped in their brains, and suddenly, they had attitudes. <br></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was the landlord of their condo. a boring little bunny who ampere was nice enough to, but didn't really say much. What was his name? Josh Tobey? </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Morning ladies. I uh... see you're doing your workout.\" he peered between your hips to see the bunny bouncing. Mallah swayed her hip to close that from his sight.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh. Hey.\" Mallah's accent was gone, now sounding more like a bored bimbo than anything invested in the situation. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Could I come in? I wanted to talk about your Lease situation. \" he asked. The two ladies didn't really have a choice. like. they were just about to go shopping and junk. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"you wanna drink or somethin?\" Mallah absentmindedly asked just to go through the motions of being a host.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Oh, thank you. water's fine.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"I guess I could do that or whatever...\" she muttered. lifting her tail as she lowered her body into the fridge. Ampere checked her phone while the landlord started to talk.<br><br></em><br><em>\"So... it's been about a month and I haven't gotten your rent. I wanted to make sure things were okay with you since you're never late for this kind of thing. If you guys need an extension or something, or if I need to be worried about this. I don't want to make this uncomfortable. but a lot of tenants have been moving out and it's been difficult trying to find new people that would want to move in.\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah gave a Tsk of her lips and set the drink on the countertop island. moving to a cabinet and shoving a wad of cash into her tits so it poked out of the middle. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"We were like... busy doing important stuff and junk. sorry, I guess. Here. Rent for this and last month. If you take it will you leave us alone?\" She practically shoved her tits into his face. he stared at the wad of cash with wide confused eyes. but both Mallah and Ampere could not have been less interested in how this guy was. yeah he was cute but he was boring. not important. Not hunky or powerful or Master's. so there was no reason to be bubbly or lay on the charm. Ampere might have been nice to him but that was kind of like a whole thing to you two now. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>and then an OBJECTIVE flashed on the thin contact lenses over their eyes. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em><strong>SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: CONSOLIDATE MINIONS.</strong></em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their neighbors were civilians. random people they had polite enough conversation didn't have the sense to go further with that. Or at least, that was the case until this month. Now there was an opportunity to fill this place with the right people, Toxin people. This place could be a party by day if they wanted.  </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>but it meant playing nice with Joshy over here. Ugh. getting all that paperwork and credit ratings would take months... but maybe a pair of bimbos making him feel like a king would be something they GUESS they could put up with. he did have a cock. so he wasn't completely useless.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The idea filled ampere's head while Mallah was still trying to get him to pull the money out of her tits. Even though he was boring. they were still cock hungry bimbos: this kind of tits-in-your-face behavior was routine for them now.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He was far too timid to resist a pair of sluts encouraging him to let their friends move into the other apartments. just a matter of incentivizing him...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p><br></p>\n<div><p><em>It wasn’t their fault. The bunny wasn’t important, so he was just, like, a chore. The sooner the ladies could get him out of their hair, the better. He was just in the way of doing more fun things, like bouncing, and gold digging. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Whoever the bunny was, there wasn’t much to him. He wasn’t rich-looking, for one. Ampere just nodded along as Mallah ran the interaction. Her pussy tingled and twitched as she was dismissive and cold towards the rabbit, but the bimbo didn’t notice her own arousal at completely brushing off whatever and whoever didn’t fit with Master’s plan.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was like, the only important thing. If you weren’t part of it, then like, buzz off, you know? It didn’t matter who you were unless it mattered to Master~&lt;3</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>But then an objective flickered into her contact screens, and for a moment, she stood up straighter, her wrists momentarily flaring as her bimbo brain recalibrated. And her attitude didn’t change, but her actions did, as she strutted and slid behind Josh, or whatever. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Come on, Joshyyy, don’t be shy,” she said in her bored tone.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>She pushed her big tits forward, pressing into the back of Josh’s head to watch him go red, nudging his face into Mallah’s rack. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He jumped, and began to sputter, but Mallah and Ampere caught him before he could escape, holding him between their tits. “H-hey, wait, what are you doing, I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—mmf!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was nice to shut him up, breasts squishing together as the two dismissive bimbos pressed up to one another around him. He practically disappeared in their mountains of tit. Mallah sighed. “So like, here’s the deal. You totally don’t get any pussy, right?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He sputtered again, something about a girlfriend, but Mallah just pulled back and cupped a tit, ignoring him. This was what useless bimbos were truly made for, after all. Big tits and hips on long legs, proportions so big that one could barely manage to look at their faces, staring at the walking sex objects. They weren’t people, they didn’t think. They were nothing more than living porn, the stuff that made people gawk as much as they stroked themselves over it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Not that the bimbos usually cared. They were bubbly and happy and smiling, but that was for Master’s plan. Randoms usually got ignored, or if they made a nuisance of themselves, coldly brushed off.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>That wasn’t what the bimbos were feeling right that second, however. Because that second, the bunny had become part of Master’s plan. He was the easy boy that they could just lay and get whatever they wanted, and it was like Master’s fingers were in their folds, pulling them towards him.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They pressed in again, burying him in tit, making him blush. Mallah took his hand and slid it into her breasts, guiding him towards the money, even as he floundered, failing to grab it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Like, here’s the thing,” Ampere said as she slid down onto her knees, pressing her tits against the little rabbit’s waist. “See, we have a bunch of friends that need a place to stay,” she said. “And you’re like, sooo cute.” His zipper easily came undone, and he practically squeaked as she took his bunny cock and squeezed it.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Our friends like, totally need somewhere to go,” Mallah continued, her fluffrope tail curling around Josh’s neck, brushing under his chin as she leaned into him. Below, Ampere’s raptor tail curled around his legs, keeping him from escaping.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Her tits were soft, indenting around his shaft, and she pressed her big, dick-sucking lips to the tip for a quick kiss. “And we were totally thinking, we like, totally love it here.”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah slid down next to her, pressing her tits next to Ampere’s. “And like, what if you could totally do us a solid and let them stay and junk?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The bunny was so red he could barely speak, but Ampere cut him off anyways, her tongue wrapping absentmindedly around his shaft. “Yeah, and like, maybe we could totally blow you for it?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>“Yeah,” Mallah said, leaning in close to lap at the rabbit’s balls while Ampere let her tits rest against his leg. “Like, imagine, you could <em>totally</em> be living like this, what do you think?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Their pussies tingled. Being stupid porn like this felt amazing. Master guiding them to just be dumb and sexy for him, and they would get whatever they could totally want.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>It was then that they finally smiled, looking up at him in unison, both of their lips against his cock, as they almost sung in unison, ”Daddyyyyy~&lt;3?”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they both dove onto the bunny’s dick, Ampere onto the shaft, and Mallah sucking his balls. They both bobbed up and down, sucking his cock expertly. “Schlllk, schlllk, schlllk,” came the lewd, wet noises as Ampere suckled, rubbing her tits in a circular pattern to make sure he saw them. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Mallah’s tail drew a curve along his chest. “The thing is, we would like, sooo love to come party with all of our friends here, and we like, totally all would love to play with you, so like, it would be so amazing if you would help them all get out here…”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He tried to regain his composure, struggling to stand as Ampere schlrrrrped his cock expertly. “I mean, I guess I could… offer a discount if they do the paperwork?” he said, eyes trying not to cross.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>”Awww, but that’s so haaarrd~!” the two bimbos fake-whined as they pulled back for a moment, and then doubled back in. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Josh was panting by this point, hands scrabbling over Mallah’s tits for purchase. “I-I… I guess I could.. take… haaah… take care of them… ah!” </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Ampere kept him on edge, just waiting, in that place where all you want to do is cum, but he couldn’t quite get there, not with Mallah holding him still. “Pretty please~,” they sang, batting their eyelashes at him. “Daddyyy~&lt;3?”</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He could barely keep his words together. “Oh god… fuck… ghuhh… yes! Whatever you want! Whatever you want!”<br><br></em><br><em>Then they started to talk...</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>\"Did you hear about josh? his dick is like six inches long.\"</em><br><em>\"Sheesh I didn't even consider measuring, he's such a shrimp I don't think I'd notice if he was in me.\"</em><br><em>\"It's not like he could impress me. he's cute but like not really anything.\"</em><br><em>\"what about tracey? she's got a rack to die for.\"</em><br><em>\"yeah, might fuck that later. The pumpkin spice is gonna come back at her store next week and I literally can't even until-\"</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>The two of them were talking about absolutely nothing. not really listening to their fellow ditz. not really paying attention to what they were saying. just gabbing and gabbing and gabbing while looking at their phones. bored out of their minds, idly rubbing their clits.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>They spoke faster and faster and faster. Quieter and quieter till thy were talking a mile a minute.</em><br><em> </em><br><em>\"It'snotlikeweweren'tgonnagoshoppingandgettheneweststyleomgdoyouthinktheyhavethenewpushupbra\"</em><br><em>\"Idunnobutifwedon'tgetnewlubesoonIt'sgonnabehelltopayandIdon'tevenwannastartwiththeordealofgettingallouroutfitstomatchifthestyleistoodifferent.\" </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Faster and faster the conversation went as if they were filling the air with static. couldn't stop. couldn't remember. and then</em> <em>with one last expert schlurp, Ampere extracted every. last. drop. of pleasure in his helpless bunny body, Mallah holding him upright as he went boneless, Ampere swallowing his climax. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>Disheveled and dazed, he was turned out into the hallway, clothes and fur a mess. </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><em>He hadn’t even gotten the money.</em><br><em> </em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<hr><hr>\n<div><p>Some ideas keep hitting me over and over. 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