“Welcome home Honey!” Bambi said as I walked into the kitchen and both she and her sister stood up to greet me.
Bambi put her arm around her sister Barbra and then they both struck a pose for me.
I smiled and nodded, “Thanks babe, it’s good to be back.” I replied and then walked up and gave my wife a quick kiss. Then I turned to Barbra and smiled a predatory grin.
“And how are you today Barbra?” I asked.
A quick succession of emotions crossed Barbra’s face; surprise, confusion, doubt, annoyance, a second bout of confusion, then happiness, and finally joy.
“Oh my gawd, like super great! giggle And, like, call me Barbie!” she finally replied and then leaned in and gave me a kiss as well, though it wasn’t like the quick peck that Bambi had.
No, instead it was wet and juicy, with tongue fully extended out into my mouth as well. I returned the tonging for a few moments and then broke it off.
“Well, that’s great to hear… Barbie.” I replied and watched her eyes roll back in to her head for a moment as a shiver crossed over her skin and even under the thick pink fabric of her dress I could seen her nipples harden.
I turned back to Bambi and smiled, “So when did she show up?” I asked.
“A couple of hours ago… I know she really tried to resist, but I knew she couldn’t hold out forever! I’m so happy she’s gonna be my best bimbo sister!”
I nodded and then gestured for them to walk in front of me towards my home office. Bambi took her sisters arm and guided her as she was still kind of out of it, though that was going to be true most of the time from now on.
When we arrived at my office the two of them sat down on the couch as I walked over and took my chair behind my computer desk and logged in to in. Bambi, or as she used to go by Brenda, had been my wife for twenty years and I hadn’t intended on changing anything… we’d been in love, or so I thought.
It was a terrible shock when I’d found out she’d been cheating on me with her personal trainer down at the gym.
At first, I’d been angry, then humiliated, then depressed, but finally I’d become devious and that was when I’d reached out to an old army buddy that was working for a three letter agency that no one ever named.
He’d always been in the intelligence field and I’d figured he’d be able to get me in touch with someone that could dig up all the dirt I’d need on my wife’s affair.
Instead, he’d offered me a different solution.
A little bit of malware that would subliminally influence the user of the phone over a few weeks to months, depending on the strength of the mind of course.
Bambi had fallen to it’s influence in just a few weeks, and had now become the perfect little homemaker for me… and an eager to please fuck toy in the bedroom of course.
Which was kind of a problem really. Not how she acted or the sex, no those were perfect, but they were such a big change her sister had started to make accusations. Barbra didn’t have any proof of course, and Bambi was eager to deny any funny business, but she’d still poked and prodded far more than I would have liked.
So I had Bambi install the malware on Barbra’s phone and then I waited.
I pulled up the control software and opened up Barbra’s profile; 9 weeks, 3 days, and 22 hours. That’s how long it had been since the malware and started its work and honestly I had been getting a little worried.
Oh, sure, it was obvious that something was changing with Barbra. The accusations were less frequent and less vehement, along with other more subtle changes like her outfits and clothing, but not the big changes that Bambi had undergone.
I’d almost given up home that Barbra would completely succumb to the program, but at least it was working well enough to keep her mostly quiet.
I looked up and over to Bambi and Barbie only to find Bambi leaned over and kissing her sister while her her hand was fondling her breasts.
I pulled up another window with Bambi’s profile and then read prompt I’d updated just recently:
Bambi is a traditional pink girly girl homemaker, she loves her husband more than anything and does whatever he wants without question. Bambi can't get enough of her husbands cock and is willing to do anything and everything to ensure that at least one of her wholes is stuffed full of it at least once a night. Bambi is bi-sexual and loves to bring pleasure to as many partners as her husband wants. Bambi wants her sister to be happy and knows that the only way that will happen is if she becomes her husbands sex toy, a mindless blow up doll that Bambi and he can use to improve their marital bedroom.I heard a moan come from the couch, a quick check verified my assumption that it had come from Barbie. Her head was thrown back and Bambi was sucking on one of her nipples, eliciting the moan.
I went back to Barbra’s profile and opened the prompt editor, reading over the existing text before I added to it:
Barbie is a vapid bimbo slut, she only cares about her appearance and getting stuffed full of cock. Barbie lives the perfect pink plastic lifestyle, making herself look as fake and sexualized as possible. Barbie loves big platinum blonde hair, puffy dick sucking lips, huge fake tits, tight tiny waists, and big round butts. Barbie loves being sexualized and objectified. Barbie is jealous of her sister because she had the perfect husband and the perfect life. Barbie will do anything to be apart of her sisters perfect life. Barbie is bisexual and loves being the third wheel in threesomes.I headed down to the end of the prompt and started typing:
Barbie will never stop someone from playing with her tits or ass even if it's in a public place. Barbie can cum from just someone sucking on her nipples. When Barbie orgasms, she squeaks like a blow up sex toy.I hit save and wondered if the last one was even possible to do, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before I found out.
Locking my computer, I stood up, and headed over to the couch, squeezing in between the two sister and instantly became the center of their attention.
