Once and Future Bimbo Pt. 02

"Yes Sir."

Impossibly, I pulled one knee forward into the cleavage between my enormous breasts, I stepped up from being prostrated before him to a standing position with my fingers laced behind my long neck. I steadied my breathing, each breath translating to a massive upheaval of my new perfect tits.

"Good... Flexible, coordinated, good muscle tone, and complexion, this is almost everything I hoped for."

His hands cupped my tits, his thumbs ran circles around my nipples causing me to swoon. A single drop of pussy juice hit the cement.

"Oh, very good Dollface, your physical conditioning is fantastic."

Circling around my body with his fingers traveling around my hip and down my newly rounded cheek, he spread my ass dipping his fingers into my nether hole.

"Resistant, yet yielding," he slowly inserted additional digits, "dilation without any signs of pain, let's see..." He knelt behind me, four fingers, and a thumb, my entire body rocked as he fisted my ass. My pre-bimbo mind would not have even been able to conceive of such a thing happening, much less be able to enjoy it.

"Clean my hand." He withdrew his hand without ceremony, and the wet sound of my body's lubrication. He teased my asshole. "The tissue is returning to shape fairly quickly."

He presented his hand to my face, and my tongue unrolled to cleanse his hand and wrist of my juices. While he fingered my pouty pussy lips. My entire body was on the edge of exploding into orgasm, the drop of juice on the floor was now a puddle. My tongue wrapped his fingers and I sucked them all like they were little cocks.

He touched the hollows of my cheeks with the back of his curled fingers. He had touched and explored more of my body than I had-

"The mask is warm, not at all what I expected. Dollface, turn around, do a back bend and suck my cock."

As my body moved without the instruction of my brain, I thought, maybe this is the essence of what a bimbo truly is. It's action without thinking, being present in the moment, and feeling every sensation completely. I turned around, bent over backwards, held myself up on one hand, and unzipped my master with the other. I gently drew out his cock and balls, holding their heat in my hand before drawing his semi-hard meat into my mouth until his balls rested on my mask. Not satisfied with that for some reason, I wrapped my tongue around his sack, and drew the rest of him into my mouth. Cock and balls in my mouth, his erection crept down my throat. Massaging the entirety of his manhood with my tongue and mouth my happiness came bursting forth, humming in my body and more pointedly my throat. He groaned his approval as he fondled my breast and ran his hand down the hardness of my abs. I arched my back further, and his fingers grazed my clit.

I whimpered.

He came.

"Fucking Gods of science!"

He wrapped both his hands around my throat, choking off my air as he pumped my face, his asshole right over my eye.

"Kneel in front of me."

He let go of my neck, but continued to come, and I was unwilling to let him go. So I turned my body with his cock and balls still in my mouth, until I was kneeling in front of him as instructed.

"Good girl."

I swooned.

"Tongue my ass. That's it, deeper, perfect. Oh!"

I flailed my tongue against his prostate, swallowing hard on his balls. Milking his boy button, he came again in a continuous stream down my throat. I smiled at my master as he trembled above me, his hands holding my shoulders to keep himself from falling.

"Clean her up, go shopping for some clothes and gear. Pay the usual way. We have a schedule to meet."