Bimboton is a small town with a big phramcutical company, BioBim, in it. Since BioBim arrived Bimboton has undergone many changes, for the better, so at least the men would say.

The first post in the series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.


Linda rocked her hips with the pillow between her legs and wondered why she never done this before. It felt so good and was so easy!

She let out a moan as she ran her fingers through her long pink hair and then let her hands rest on her tits and squeeze them a little as she felt her orgasm building.

That was important, her orgasm, though she wasn’t really sure why.

She suspected it had something to do with BioBim, the new company in town that seemed to be taking over everything, but it was hard to think too much about it, especially with all the orgasms she was having.

She rocked faster and harder and then finally got what she needed and cried out as her orgasm crested.

As she came down from the high, she giggled and played with her nipples for a moment before the front doorbell rang.

She quickly got up and speed walked to the front door before opening it to find her next door neighbour, Ryan, standing there with his mouth agape.

“Oh, hi Ryan! giggle” she said and gave her tits a little wiggle from side to side as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“Ugh… hi Linda…” he managed to get out as he stared at her exposed tits, just like she wanted him to.

Her eyes scan down to his crotch just in time to see the bludge forming there and she bit her lower lip as a devilish smile crossed them.

“So… like…” she prodded him and he blinked.

“Oh, right, sorry! I was hoping you could help me with my computer…” he said, holding up the laptop he had under his arm.

She smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. She’d been fired from that silly old job last week for, uhm, gross inc… incomp… like, being dumb.

Which was fine, it gave her a lot more to masturbate and have lots more orgasms!

Of course she didn’t need to tell Ryan that, after all, a pillow just couldn’t compare to a nice hard dick, and she hadn’t had one of those in quite a while.

They passed by her old work desk on the way to her bedroom, her computer still powered on, beside it a stack of her old business cards:

Linda Stonach
Freelance Consulting Programmer
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