Simone looked at the selfie she’d just taken and frowned, “Shit!” she said under her breath, not that there was anyone around to hear her swear anyway.
She’d come out to the old family cabin to try and get away from the bimbo plague that was burning through the world at lightening pace, hopeing the isolation would shield her from it’s effects. It had worked for a while, the first week or so she kept up to date with societies attempts to stem the flow of the virus, their failures, and the resulting chaos.
The second week she’d just turned off the radio and focused on herself, trying to keep it together and make sure she had everything she needed, only going into town once to pick up supplies.
By the third week she had suspected she had caught it, her libdo was through the roof and she was masturbating alot.
Now, at the end of the fourth week of her self imposed exile, there was no denying it. The transformation of her body from a average, if a little on the wrong side of that scale, woman into the hot peice of ass that was staring back at her from her phone, seemed like it was complete.
She knew that the last stage would be starting anytime now, her mind would quickly slip away from her and she’d be a giggling mess of needs, wants, and desires in no time.
She sighed and flipped over to the messaging app, knowing what she had to do before it was too late, she loaded up the selfie and started typing:
"I'm out at the cabin, if you hurry you might still be able to talk to me when you get here."She hit send and waited a few moment to see if it would be marked read or not. Josh was her best chance at having a resonable life, he’d been a friend since high school and made it big in the tech industry. He’d asked her out back in the day, she just hoped he still had some of these feelings left.
Josh walked into the cabin and smiled. He’d been there many times as a teenager, spending the summers with Simone and her family, though never had he seen anything like this before.
On the couch Simone was naked, her fingers pounding her pussy as she moaned and giggled.
“Hey Simone.” he said and instantly Simone’s eyes widened and her head snapped to see him standing there.
“Oh my gawd! Like Josh! giggle” she said and then bounced up from the couch, sprinted over to him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
He reached around and grabbed her ass as she pushed her tits into his chest, he hated to break it off, but he had things that needed doing.
Simone giggled and dropped to her knees, “Like, cock! giggle” she squealed and her fingers went for his pants.
He let her undo him and drop his pants to the floor, but before she could wrap her lips around him and reached down and held her back, just out of reach.
She let out a whimper and looked up at him, “But… but… cock?” she pleaded with him.
“Not quite yet Simone, first things first. Tell me you only want my cock. Tell me you want to be my bimbo. Tell me you want to be my personal fuck doll.”
Her eyes went wide and she nodded her head a bit, “Oh god yes! I only want your cock! I want to be your bimbo! I want to be your personal fuck doll!” she cried out and I let her head go so she could finally suck my dick.
Her head bobbed back and forth as I smiled.
It was a problem that many men had made during the first weeks of the outbreak, not binding the newly created bimbo’s to themselves, instead just fucking them as soon as they presented the final stages of the virus. Those same men quickly found their bimbo’s wandering off to suck and fuck other cocks, or being taken by other men.
No one knew exactly who had figured it out first, but the knowledge soon spread, before you let them fuck for the first time, make sure they know who they belong to.
Once that was done, they never wandered off, or had sex with other men… at least unless told to.
Josh reached down and grabbed Simone’s hair and pulled her off his dick and to her feet, then manovoured her over to the couch once more, bending her over at the waist and sliding into her sopping wet pussy easily.
“Come on Simone, say it again.” he said as he stroked in and out of her.
She giggled and squealed, “I only want your cock! I want to be your bimbo! I want to be your personal fuck doll!”
“Keep going…” he encouraged her and she did.
“I only want your cock! I want to be your bimbo! I want to be your personal fuck doll!
I only want your cock! I want to be your bimbo! I want to be your personal fuck doll!
I only want your cock! I want to be your bimbo! I want to be your personal fuck doll!
I only want your cock! I want to be your bimbo! I want to be your personal fuck dooooooooolllllllll!”
Simone cried out as Josh emptied himself into her and her orgasm crashed over her.
She fell forward, slipping off Josh’s softening cock, a smile on her lips, and Josh’s newly created bimbo fuck doll happy to have been fucked.
