Bimbo Bodysuit 1

Dr Catherine Chalmers worked at the forefront of neuroscience, specialising in the integration of augmented body parts into the nervous system. She had done amazing things, replacing limbs, tongues, skin, even eyes. Much of her work was in the service of her own fetish: she fantasized about the perfect body, a glamorous doll with big hair, giant breasts and huge puffed up lips. All these were achievable through surgery, but she wanted true integration. She wanted to truly be her huge boobs. And, her most shameful secret... she wanted to be ruled by desire. She didn't want to think. She just wanted to fuck and consume. She wanted to revel in the desire of others. She wanted to be a true bimbo.

From her own cells, she cloned and manipulated a body suit to wear. Once on, it would really be her... it was designed to be perfect, and it would never come off. Best of all, the integration with her own body would use up much of her brain's capacity for higher reasoning. In becoming a bimbo in body, she would be creating a bimbo in mind. Her current identity would be obliterated.

She self administered the neural plasticity serum, and began to climb into the suit. She was skinny, and so it was no hardship to have a small extra layer above her skin. That division faded almost instantly as the nerve fibres linked with her own.

As her face filled the the haughty, slutty features of the suit, Catherine Chalmers was replaced by Candy Charms, a cock hungry, venal, spoiled bitch. She excitedly groped her unnaturally large tits, relishing the sensation as she squeezed and kneaded them. They looked and felt fake, but were naturally engineered. Her lips so plump, ass so round, stomach so trim... Her hair so blonde and full... Candy's new pussy and arsehole, integrated completely with Catherine's old ones, twitched and orgasmed at the slightest touch. 

And when Catherine's lab staff returned to work the next day, this is who they found waiting - a bimbo fuckdoll, ready and willing to be used as a cocksleeve for any man with the right dick... or the right wallet.





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  1. It's twisted science - using your intelligence to become a dumb horny bimbo must feel so good...

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