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Bimbotopia - Living in Paradise
« on: April 26, 2016, 08:12:30 pm »
A new story I wanna share with you. It's kind of a series of stories set in a city ruled by bimbos. This is the introduction, the proper first chapter is coming soon:

Prologue

In the year 2210, three men sat in a bar, drinking beer.  The city they lived  in didn't have that many bars that served beer, though it didn't have a lot of men either. In fact more than three quarters of the cities population were female. The name of the city was Bimbotopia, it's main imports were saline, botox and juvederm, its main exports Pornography and Reality Television. It was a city ruled by women, though women of a very specific type. Bimbos. In 2080, after technology had advanced to a point where every persons survival could be assured, a group of women from the richer parts of Los Angeles, California, among them trophy wives, heiresses, It-Girls and minor starlets, most of whom had starred  at least in one sex-tape, had decided to fund a city based on the things truly important to them: Partying, living in luxury, sex and, most importantly, looking absolutely fabulous. Few had expected this undertaking to proof succesful, yet by some miracle it did: The city of Bimbotopia, located on a private island in the pacific sea, had become a thriving community, even if it's culture would seem rather strange to an outsider.

True to its origins, a very unusual kind of matriarchy had  established itself in Bimbotopia. Where in pre-post-scarcity societies traits like intelligence, capability and sexual monogamy as well as natural beauty were seen as desirable, the opposite was the case in Bimbotopia: A womans social standing was tied to how dumb, shallow and sexually active she was and how sexualised her appearance could be, in other words, how much of a bimbo she was. This led to a suprisingly involved system, where every girl born in Bimbotopia had, after finishing the cities version of school, to take an intelligence test and the lower they scored, the more plastic surgery they were allowed to receive. As a consequence it was easy to tell who the dumbest, and, therefore, most powerful bimbos in the city-state were: The ones who had the biggest breast implants, the most artificially filled lips and the most expressionless faces after the most botox treatments. Most bimbos who, by the age of 18, had breast implants with a volume of less than 2000cc were generally considered underachievers and shunned by society. Men, on the other hand, were a bit of a rarity in Bimbotopia. In a place where a womans success was measured by how many men she could have sex with, it soon became inevitable that the number of men available had to be kept low, which is why only a select number of men, chosen by a lottery, were allowed in the city and, through a special hormone therapy during early pregnancy, all children born had to be female. Men were a commodity and only the dumbest, *WOMAN*tiest and most surgically enhanced bimbos could afford them regularly.

The bar we find ourselves in was populated by some of these few, lucky men. While the life in Bimbotopia was easy for them, it came with certain problems. In a city where everything was tailored to fulfill the needs and desires of bimbos it could be difficult for a man to find a place that catered to his needs and desires. One of which was to be able to enjoy a cold beer with friends on a friday night. There were ungodly amounts of cocktail bars and nightclubs in Bimbotopia but pubs that served beer were much more rare. This one was almost entirely populated by men. Three of them shared a table somewhere close to the middle, one looking somewhat nervous, another on much more confident and the third one fairly oblivious. The nervous looking man, skinny, brown hair, somewhere in his mid- to late 20s spoke: "So... I just walk up to one who has particulary big, uh... tits and ask her to go out with me? And she wont refuse? Man... that's not how women back home work." He shook his head in disbelief. His name was Henry Miller and he only recently arrived in Bimbotopia. The culture shock hadn't worn off just yet. "Hell yes! Look at Taylor here, even he managed to do it somehow. 'sides, if you can find yourself one of the really dumb 'n important ones... well, you can have a lot of power here, know what I'm saying? " his more confident looking friend replied.  Lamarr Kingsley was his name, a tall and muscular black man with a shaved head and an impressive bushy mustache who was engaged to one of the more  affluent bimbos in the city. "Yeah, right, bro! I saw Cindy on the street and was like "Your tits are fucking awesome!" and then we were dating! Never worked with the girls back home..." the man called Taylor replied.  His full name was Taylor Moretto and, as Kingsley would sometimes say, he was the closest thing there was to a male bimbo. His hair was light brown, though dyed with some blonde streaks, his skin was tan, he had the build of a man who spends a lot of time in the gym and he wore a pair of sunglasses he never took off, even when it was night or when he was indoors. Right now both was the case. For some strange reason he managed to date one of the most powerful bimbos in the city. Her name was Cindy Foxxey and she was one of the two candidates for the title Princess of Bimbotopia, the acting ruler of the city. Of course the title "Princess" had little to do with actual royalty, there was neither a king or a queen and the "Princess" was democratically elected (Obviously only bimbos were allowed to vote) but one of the former rulers of the city had decided that it sounded "Like, waaaaay cuter!" than what the title was before and had it changed, a decision quite typical for Bimbotopia.

The bars door opened. In came a plain looking, brown haired woman with an expression of pure distress on her face. Hardly a rare sight in Bimbotopia. It was no secret that the city depended on the work of outsiders. Technology was advanced enough to provide the bare necessities for both bimbos and men in the city but there was still work that needed to be done. There needed to be someone to perform the plastic surgery, design clothes, trade with the rest of the world and, perhaps most importantly, serve the bimbos in many different ways. Bringing in more men was out of the question which is why these jobs had to be performed by women. The results were predictable: In a society that values stupidity and resents intelligence the smart, well educated women from the outside were considered lesser beings and were forced to be in something, that had more than a little in common with slavery. The women working in Bimbotopia mostly did so voluntarily, it was said that they were payed enough money to be able to retire comfortably after only a few years, these few years, however, proved to be hell on earth for many of them. They were forced to unconditionally serve and obey their shallow, vapid, plastic surgery addicted mistresses, a lot of work was required that the cities population of bimbos could spend their lifes partying, having sex and enjoying reality tv.

The lady entering the bar seemed to be one of these poor women, clutching a bottle of beer as if it was the edge of a cliff she was hanging from she sat down on a table next to Henry, Lamarr and Taylor, looking like she was holding back tears. More out of politeness Henry turned towards her and asked: "New here?" with a sympathetic expression.  The woman swallowed and nodded. "Yes!" She took a drink from her bottle, "back home I studied to be a lawyer. A fucking lawyer! And here..." she sighed loudly, seemingly almost starting to cry. "Maid?" Henry asked. It was the occupation most women from outside had to take, at least the ones that weren't qualified to perform plastic surgery, design clothes or work in outside trade. While those did  at least somewhat intellectually fulfilling work and got at least a small amount of respect from the native bimbos, Maids were basically just personal slaves to rich bimbos who had to serve their mistresses whims all day and all night with little personal freedom. That she found time to go out at night to have a drink actually made her one of the luckier maids working in the city but somehow it was unlikely that telling her that would have made her feel any better. "Who're you workin' for?" Lamarr asked her, his deep voice appearently calming her down at least a little bit. "Kelly *WOMAN*t." She replied, obviously disgusted to even pronounce the name. Taylor, never particulary tactful, replied cheerfully: "Kelly? Dude, I saw her on "Plastic Kitties" the other day! She's one hot piece of..."  stopping abruptly when Henry and Lamarr glared at him angrily. Henry gave the woman an encouraging smile. Do you wanna talk about it? I've got the whole night and I'd love to hear what you do."  She sighed again and nodded gracefully. "Sure... maybe I'll feel better afterwards."

"So, I arrived in Bimbotopia, when..."
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Re: Bimbotopia - Living in Paradise
« Reply #1 on: May 07, 2016, 12:29:48 pm »
I just got done writing the first proper chapter of this story. I hope you'll enjoy it...and feel free to give me some feedback! It's always appreciated.

Chapter 1
When Mary met Kelly

Mary Kessler arrived in Bimbotopia, when she started to have second thoughts about her plans. Like many young women she had planned to work in Bimbotopia, just for a year, to be able to pay off her college debt and perhaps still have enough money left to start her own law firm. Of course she was well aware that women from the outside had considerably less rights than the cities ruling class of bimbos and their men, the courses she had to take before travelling to Bimbotopia made that very clear, but only now that she stepped out of the plane and into the main hall of the airport, all decorated with advertisments for beauty products, plastic surgeons and reality shows, it started to really sink in. While she was hoping to be among the lucky women who got a job in outside trade, where she'd get to work with other smart women in an office, it was much more likely that she'd end up some bimbos "maid" which, really, seemed to be more of a euphemism for "slave" or at least "personal servant". As an outsider she had to adhere to the laws of Bimbotopia, one of which stated that she wasn't allowed to refuse a bimbos order. "Even if it's... sexual in nature?" she had asked her instructor during one of the courses. Her instructor nodded. At the time Mary could just laugh it off, now the thought of being enslaved by some dumb, spoiled bimbo made her shudder. She entered the subway station in front of the airport, due to its location mostly full of other outsiders, and left the train at a station close to the job office. As she left the station she could almost feel the stare of some passing bimbos. Foreign women were generally advised to have some minor plastic surgery or at least dye their hair blonde to better fit in before entering Bimbotopia, neither of which Mary did. Among the waves of platinum blonde, pink clothed, big breasted, botox faced females on the street she stuck out like a sore thumb, like some sort of ugly duckling who'd never fit in. To her relief the job office was right around the corner, a large, grey concrete block quite at odds with the glamourous sky scrapers of Bimbotopias inner city. She entered it with a feeling of great uncertainty.

After almost an hour in the buildings waiting room, where she had at least some opportunities to talk to other women like her, she was called into her supervisors office. Her supervisor, an older lady with a friendly smile greeted her with an expression of sympathetic pity.
"Short, dark hair, pale face, even a pair of glasses... Do you know what you're signing up for, dear?" she asked Mary, shaking her head. Mary nodded.
 "Yes ma'am, I think I do." she replied, not very confidently.
Her supervisor shrugged. "Well then... do you have anything specific in mind? It says in your file you studied law... I'm afraid we don't have much use for that here."
Mary swallowed, her throat feeling kinda dry. "I was thinking... outside trade, maybe?"
The supervisor shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's not possible. Those are all taken. We can only offer you a job as a maid."
Mary took a deep breath. Just as she feared. The catch was, of course, that now that she had already taken the plane to Bimbotopia she couldn't refuse the offer, her contract was perfectly clear about that.
"I see..." She replied with a sigh, "Sure, I'm gonna do it. Who am I working for?"
Her supervisor took a look in her files before she found the name she was looking for, handing Mary a card with the name and adress of her future Mistress.
"That would be... Ms. Kelly *WOMAN*t. A very wealthy young businesswoman."
"Businesswoman?" Mary asked in disbelief. She had the vague feeling that the qualities required to be a businesswoman and the ones required to be a bimbo were a bit at odds with each other.
"You'll see. I think we're done here. Report to Ms. *WOMAN*t right away and see me once a month for your paycheck." she rang a little bell to call the next woman into her office and prompt Mary to leave.

The adress her supervisor gave her was fairly close by, Mary hurried there as fast as she could, still feeling the disapproving looks of passing Bimbos. She found herself in front of one of the towering skyscrapers that dominated Bimbotopias inner city, a tablet in front of it introducing it as the "*WOMAN*t Tower". She talked to the secretary upon entering it, a petite bimbo with a cute pink bow in her blonde hair. Her breasts, while obviously fake, couldn't have been bigger than 2000cc which, by Bimbotopian standards, was unusually small. It meant that this one was practically an intellectual by the cities definition, which might have been why she was only a receptionist. "Hello..." Mary said, not able to muster up a lot of excitement, "I'm here to see Ms... *WOMAN*t."
The bimbo looked up from the fashion magazine she was reading, giving Mary the same disgusted look the bimbos on the street had given her. "Ugh..., like, okay." she said in the bratty valley-girl accent that had become the cities regional dialect, "Miss *WOMAN*t is, like, totally on the 20th floor. Take the elevator, egghead." she told Mary before returning to her magazine and muttering something that sounded depressingly like "ugly bitch" under her breath.
Mary stepped into the elevator, taking a deep breath. If the receptionist was one of the smarter women in Bimbotopia she couldn't imagine what her new boss would be like. The elevator went upwards and Mary's throat seemed to get tighter with every floor it passed. She started to realize that she really, really didn't want to do this. But there was no way to turn back now. The elevator reached the 20th floor and Mary left it reluctantly. She found herself in front of a large, wooden door. Mary stopped in front of it, listening. There was a sound coming from it. It sounded like... moaning. Mary opened the door, her heart pounding against her chest.

The first thing she noticed upon entering the room was a long, pink carpet ending in front of a large, mahogany desk. Mary got the first impression of her new boss: Kelly *WOMAN*t's long, tanned  legs were resting on her desk, ending in a pair of perfectly pedicured feet in a pair of pink platform shoes. They were spread far apart, mostly because Kelly *WOMAN*t was passionately pleasuring herself with what seemed to be a pink pen, the small writing utensil being thrust continously into the bimbos greedy, sopping wet pussy as she moaned loudly, her tongue sticking out and her piercing blue eyes rolling upwards in ecstasy. Those eyes being one of the few still expressive parts of her face, that seemed to be entirely frozen by botox.  Above her insatiably dripping snatch and her pierced belly button were a pair of enormous artificial breasts, saline implants with a volume of more than 4000cc, overfilled to the point where they seemed nearly ready to burst, big and firm as beachballs, stuffed into a tight white tank top. Long, platinum blonde hair with a few black streaks that would have gone all the way down to her unusually wide hips, had she been standing up, was hanging down the back of her chair. Unfazed by Mary's arrival Kelly continued to penetrate her gaping pussy with her pen, her moaning getting louder and louder, turning into ecstatic screaming "Ooooh, yaah, Oh mah gawd, yes! YES!" another gush of liquid came out, dripping on the marble floor as Kelly went numb and leaned back onto her chair, pulling out the pink pen and placing it back on her desk. Only now, as a voice came from it, did Mary realize that Kelly was using the phone on her desk. "Oh. Em. Gee. You're, like, such a dumb *WOMAN*!" the voice announced awestruck. Kelly cheered, wiping a streak of silvery blonde hair from her frozen brow. "Aww, like, thanks giiiirl! Call me back, 'kay?" she giggled, ending the call. Mary wasn't prepared for this. She was aware that Bimbotopia was, as her courses put it politely, "sexually open minded" but she didn't quite expect that amount of shamelesness. "Good day, Miss *WOMAN*t." She started, resignation in her voice, "My name is Mary Kessler. I'm afraid I'm here for the maid job.". Kelly, still in a state of blissful exhaustion, looked at Mary through her bright blue eyes. Where the receptionist demeanor made it clear that she wasn't smart by any means, the look in Kelly *WOMAN*t's eyes made it more than obvious that practically nothing was going on in her brain that didn't pertain to the most shallow of matters and activities, she wasn't only dumb, she had deliberately trained herself to be as dumb and vapid as possible for most of her life. The only thinking she ever did, was with her pussy. She was the kind of woman who made up the ruling class of Bimbotopia.

"Like, hiiii, Mary!" the bimbo giggled, her lips, a pair of thick pink swimming rings in an inexpressive botox face, forming a wide smile, "So, like, I have my own ugly girl who does everything for me 'n treats me like a princess 'n stuff? Yaaay!" she cheered. If anything, Mary thought, she didn't seem to be smart enough to be deliberately mean to her. Maybe there was an advantage to working for one of the dumber bimbos in town.
"So, like, Mandy..." the bimbo started.
"Actually, my name is... never mind."
"First you're, like, gonna clean up aaall my pussy juice from the floor!"
Kelly punctuated her order with a giggle, which seemed to be her reaction to most things in general. Mary nodded. Of course it was humiliating but at this point, really, what did she expect? She looked around. "So... do I get some towels or what? Do you expect me to lick it off of the floor?"
"Like, you can totally lick it off, if you rilly wanna!"
Kelly replied cheerfully and Mary made a mental note to never, under any circumstances, be sarcastic around her new employer ever again.  After looking around for a few minutes Mary was able to find some paper towels in a restroom adjacent to the office. Mary got down on her knees to clean up the puddle of Kelly's vaginal fluids. "Heeey, Mandy, do ya, like, know who I was just talking to on dat phone?" she asked Mary while she was on the floor. Mary tried to look up to her, unable to see her mistresses face from that perspective: Kelly's enormous plastic breasts where in the way. "No, Ms. *WOMAN*t, I have no idea." she sighed, hoping Kelly wouldn't notice that she didn't care either.
"Dat was, like, totally Titty Katt! From "Plastic Kitties"!
"What's that?" Mary asked, desinterested.  She got back onto her feet, disposing the soaked paper towels in the bin.

Kelly seemed genuinely shocked upon Mary's lack of knowledge, something that struck Mary as profoundly depressing on more than one level.
"Oh. Mah. Gawd! Plastic Kitties is only, like, the best show ever? You so gotta watch it with me later!"
After a moment of confusion Kelly seemed to remember what she wanted to tell Mary in the first place.
"So, like, Titty said I'm totally gonna be on her show tomorrow!"
Kelly put her hands behind her head in a way that was, so Mary assumed, meant to resemble a pair of cat ears and began to excitedly and poorly sing what had to be the theme song of the tv-show "Plastic Kitties":

Plaaastic Kitties with
huuuge fake titties
wanna play with you!
They shake their boobies
and shake their booties too!
Aaand who's the pussy to bring you that?
It's your host... Titty Katt!"

Mary could almost feel some of her braincells dying a slow, agonizing death after being subjected to that song. It started to dawn on her that she would have to spend a whole year in Bimbotopia, where women like Kelly *WOMAN*t were looked up to as rolemodels and a show called "Plastic Kitties" was considered the pinnacle of entertainment. A feeling of desperation overcame her. Quickly she pulled herself together, trying not to show her moment of weakness to Kelly, however unlikely it was that she would have been able to pick up on it anyways. Kelly patted Mary on her back.

"Like, thaaanks for cleaning dat up, Mandy!" she giggled, "Maybe Imma let ya touch my boobs one day if you keep working for me so good." she said teasingly and might have tried to raise one of her (painted on) eyebrows, something her regular usage of botox made entirely impossible. "That would be... great." Mary replied dryly. She was well aware that it was considered a compliment in Bimbotopia if a bimbo was showing her breasts to another person. It was all but inevitable that a society that idolized exaggerated, overly sexualized femininity and encouraged sexual promicuity but at the same time only had a small number of men living in it would tend to gravitate towards bisexuality. Which is why practically all bimbos were to some extent sexually attracted to other bimbos and getting to see a woman like Kelly *WOMAN*t, a person fairly close what was considered the ideal bimbo in both looks and personality, naked or even just getting a good look at her gigantic, perfectly spherical fake breasts while she is topless, would be enough to make most bimbos extremely happy and extremely aroused. Even if these two words were, for all intents and purposes, practically synonymous in Bimbotopia. Therefore it was not entirely suprising that Kelly would consider letting Mary touch her breasts, their size of around 4500cc making them one of the larger pairs, though by no means the largest in Bimbotopia, a worthy reward for a year of hard work. Mary, however, wasn't nearly as enticed by that prospect as she was of the 10.000$ of compensation she would earn monthly for her work. Work in Bimbotopia, especially as a personal maid, was so unpopular that the wages had to be extraordinarily high to still attract workers. Though by now Mary started to doubt if the money was really worth it. It was a painfully frustrating experience to be practically enslaved to a person who was not only stupid to the point of being practically brainless but almost idolized for being that way. One thing was clear to Mary: This was gonna be a long year for her and it certainly wouldn't be easy.
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Re: Bimbotopia - Living in Paradise
« Reply #2 on: January 21, 2017, 10:37:21 am »
In case there's still some interest in this story I'd like to poste the next chapter. Also, I'd like to add a pair of pictures, courtesy of The Pitt, to illustrate two of the main characters. I think Pitt is one of the best artists when it comes to drawing bimbos and I feel like they capture the way I imagine those characters quite well!

Chapter 2
A Tale of two Sisters


Kelly *WOMAN*t - large and in charge

As the day went on Mary couldn't help but wonder what it was, that Kelly actually did, because, as far as she could tell, most of Kelly *WOMAN*ts day was spent putting on nail polish, calling her friends to have brain meltingly stupid conversation with them or reading a celebrity gossip magazine, written in big, easy to read letters and short, easy to understand sentences. Talking to some of the other people working in the building, some of them women from the outside like her,  she found out that the answer amounted to "not much."
While she found it somewhat difficult to wrap her head around it, it seemed to her like Kelly was effectively paid large amounts of money to do practically nothing. Or, as her conversation with one of the accountants, one of the foreign smart women working in Bimbotopia, went:
"So... you're saying Ms. *WOMAN*t gets paid for being stupid and looking fake so she can invest more money in looking even faker, which in turn means... she gets paid more? Did I understand that correctly?"
The accountant, a short middle-aged woman nodded.
"Pretty much. See, all women born in Bimbotopia have to go through an intelligence test after they finish school. The lower they score the more surgery they get to have. You probably already knew that. If they score especially low, like Ms. *WOMAN*t did, they might get some donations for their plastic surgery. Because bimbos love to watch other bimbos, especially if they are dumber and faker than themselves... gives them something to look up to. And the more surgery they get the more popular become, they get to be on TV, make public appearances, have newspaper articles written about them... which means they earn more money to receive more surgery. It's how things work here."
Mary had to admit that she knew fairly little about economics but she had no idea how Bimbotopias economy was able to function at all. Just as she was trying to wrap her head around it she got a call from Kelly.

"Like, heyyy, Mandy! Get ya flat ass to my office rill quick! I, like, need ya for something."
"Yes, Ma'am," Mary replied, "and my name is actually..." but before she could finish the sentence Kelly had hung up. Mary made her way back up to her superiors office, hoping that, whatever Kelly had her to this time, it wouldn't involve cleaning her bodily fluids of the floor. As she opened the door to Kellies office, she found her resting her feet on her desk, texting someone on her phone. Looking at what was on her desk, it was clear that the closest thing to actual work Kelly ever did was signing some documents she more than definately didn't read. Though looking at her signatures she managed to misspell her name on the vast majority of them and just drew crude stick figures with absurdly large breasts on the rest of them, some stains on the paper indicating that she used the same pen she also used to pleasure herself.
"How can I help you, Ms. *WOMAN*t?" Mary asked after a minute, as Kelly seemed to be too distracted by her phone to notice her coming in.
"Ugh, finally! If you, like, ever want me to show ya my, like, totally ginormous plastic boobies, you need to get here more faster!" she crossed her arms abover her chest, as if she wanted to punish Mary by showing her less of her cleavage.
Mary sighed, swallowing her frustration. "Yes Ma'am. Of course, Ma'am. That would be absolutely terrible."
Kelly gave her a stern look from her motionless botox face before resorting to her usual, bubbly tone as if nothing happened.
"You need to, like, pick up my li'l sister from the beauty clinic, kay? It's da, like, rilly fancy one? Over at da beach? You can take, like, da limo!  And then you, like, totally bring her here! She's  gonna get a new fill-up today and I, like, so can't wait to see it!"

"Da limo" as it turned out, being a bright pink monstrosity that had "*WOMAN*tmobile" written on it. Mary was very careful as she drove it to the clinic she was supposed to pick Kelly's sister up from. Kelly's sister still went to school. While stupidity was, of course, rewarded in Bimbotopia, it didn't mean that there weren't quite a few things a bimbo had to know. A bimbo had to know how to dress, how to achieve the cheapest look with the most expensive clothes. A bimbo had to know how to best apply make-up of all kinds. And, of course, a bimbo had to know how to be good in bed, that being a priority in Bimbotopias schools once the students were old enough. The key to success in Bimbotopa was to be as good as possible at looking good while being as stupid as possible otherwise. That's what made a good bimbo.


Stacy *WOMAN*t - Blonde, busty brat

Kelly's younger sister, Stacy *WOMAN*t, was arguably a very good bimbo, if not quite on the level of her sister yet.  Nonetheless, having demonstrated remarkably good looks and remarkably little intelligence, Stacy was finally allowed to have another fillup. This was the day when her implants, currently filled with 3000cc of saline, were expanded to 3500cc... only 1000cc less than her older sisters current volume. This is what Stacy told Mary after she got into the car.
It wasn't exactly easy finding her among all the bimbos coming out of the clinic, a mass of blonde hair, massive lips, revealing clothes and botoxed faces (Some covered by expensive sunglasses), most of whom could only be differentiated by their haircut, eye colour and, of course, size of their breast implants. Stacy had a particulary large pair, very few bimbos had the opportunity to fill their implants up to 3500cc before they left school, fortunately for Stacy she was both rich and dumb enough to get there at the gentle age of 17, now sporting an impressive pair of perfectly spherical fake tits high on her slender frame that she was proudly displaying in a belly free, white top that seemed almost ready to tear after her most recent fillup. Like most bimbos she had been getting botox injections since her early teens, leaving her frace practically motionless and like most bimbos she had long, platinum blonde hair, though unlike her older sister she wore it in a pony tail. She also was quite a bit shorter than Kelly, her eyes though were of the same light blue. Lucky for Mary, Stacy found her (or, rather, the car) so she didn't have to try finding Stacy among the crowd of bimbos. Stacy had the same expression of vague disgust looking at Mary for the first time that most bimbos had, a natural looking woman was something they weren't used to. Nonetheless, she was chatting excitedly with Mary on their way back to the *WOMAN*t Tower.
"Oh. Em. Gee. Now I have totes the biggest tits in my school, fer sure! Like, have ya ever seen fake tits that huge, Macy?"
"Only on your sister. And my name is..."
It started do dawn on Mary that correcting Stacy would be about as fruitful as correcting Kelly when she exclaimed:
"Hey, you, like, know Kel?"
Mary sighed. "Yes, Stacy. She was the one who told me to pick you up. Remember?"
Stacy giggled, wiping a strand of platinum blonde hair from her frozen brow. "Oh, right! I so can't wait to let her, like, play with my new monster boobies! I'm literally sooo wet right now..."
Mary found herself confused and vaguely uncomfortable. "But, uh... she's, like..." Mary stopped herself, no matter how much time she wold have to spend in this city, randomly inserting the word "like" in her sentences would certainly not be a habit she'd pick up. "I mean, isn't that a bit... weird? She's your sister."
"Like, duh!  I won't just let anyone touch these babies! Like, except if it's a guy, obviously..." she giggled again. Mary started to envy these girls. Life must be so simple to them.

It was the early evening when they got back to Downtown Bimbotopia, now illuminated by millions of bright pink and light blue neon lights, looking like a combination of 80s Miami Beach and a particulary expensive red light district. Stacy practically leaped out of the car after Mary parked it in front of *WOMAN*t Tower, skipping along to the entrance, her new breasts bouncing, threatening to escape her tight white top. Mary could hardly keep up with her till both of them stood in front of the elevator door, waiting for it to open.
Stacy seemed giddy, not to mention very, very horny, as the elevator moved upwards. Mary was, if not quite grossed out, at least profoundly weirded out by  the relationship between the two sisters. Sure, it wasn't quite incest but at least something uncomfortably close to it. The door opened up again.
"KEL!"  Stacy shrieked at the top of her lungs, running towards her sister on the other end of the room.
"STACE!" Kelly replied just as loud, coming at her from the other direction.
Mary almost expected a cartoony *BOING* sound when the two finally meet, two pairs of just as cartoonishly oversized fake tits pressing against each other and one pair of cartoonishly oversized fake lips pressing against Stacy *WOMAN*t's cheek.
"Like, hiii Stacy!" Kelly exclaimed excitedly, enveloping her sister in a cloud of sweet perfume. "You so! Totally! Got to show me your new girls, sis!"
Stacy nodded excitedly. "Fer sure!" she replied.
Then there was a moment of awkward silence as Stacy struggled with the buttons of her top. Perhaps it was hard to blame her, seeing how far they were in front of her.
"Uh, like, Macy? Can you get help me, like, get my boobs out?"
Mary took a step towards her as she helped her unbuttoning her top. Kelly chiming in:
"Uhm, Stace, like, actually her name is totally Mandy?"
"Oh, sorry, Mandy." Stacey said and patted Mary's head like that of a friendly animal as Mary stared into her almost comically large artificial cleavage, trying to undo her buttons. Somehow the first day on her new job ended even worse than it started.
Finally they were open and Stacey could present her breasts to her sister. They resembled tan soccer balls in both size and shape, a pair of perky pink nipples in the middle of saucer sized stretched areolae. Just below her nipples were a pair of small band aids, covering the spot where a needle had penetrated her skin to fill the implant shell with an additional 500cc of saline just a few hours ago.
Kelly had the expression of someone who had just opened a treasure chest in front of herself.
"Oh mah gaaaaawd! They look so fab, girl!"
She grabbed her younger sisters tits on their side as if to see how firm they are. The answer being "very". Then she started to play with Stacey nipples with her thumbs.
"Don't I just have the cutest nipples?" Stacey giggled.
"Yah, totally! They look like... little pink jellybeans or something!" She giggled too and leaned down till her face was on the height of her sisters breasts.
"Like, heeey girls.... your nipples look totally like little pink jelly beans!"
She giggled as she stuck out her tongue from her pink pillow lips, stimulating one of Stacey's nipples with her tongue.

Mary watched them with a mix of confusion, disgust and amusement. Bimbotopia really was a porno come to life. Where else could you watch a pair of botox faced, big lipped, comically large breasted blonde sisters playing with each others bodies like that?

"Sis, my pussy feels, like, so tingly right now!" Stacey confessed, breathing heavily.
"Oh em gee, mine too! Wanna play "who can come the quickest" again, Stace?"
Kelly asked her younger sister cheerfully. Stacey nodded enthusiastically as she tried to pull down her pants as quickly as possible, Kelly doing the same.
Unsurprisingly, both of their vaginas were dripping like firehoses as both of them jammed three of their fingers into them, their thumbs stimulating their clitorises, Staceys other hand caressing one of her already bare nipples.
both of them moaned loudly as they played with themselves, in fact it seemed like not only did they try to compete in who could orgasm the quickest but also who could orgasm the loudest. After a few minutes Kelly grabbed the big pink pen from her desk again (Did she even use it to do anything else?) and jammed it into her gaping snatch, just barely reaching that sensitive little spot all the way in. Her moaning grew louder till it reached the obvious climax and leaned back, politely waiting for her younger sister to finish too.
"No fair!" Stacey exlaimed afterwards, out of breath but a big smile on her face, "You, like, totally cheated, sis! You used your pen thingy!"
Both of them giggled while Mary was staring at the two puddles of fluid on the floor in front of her. Now Kelly seemed to notice it too.
"Hey, Mandy, can you..."
"Alright. Alright. I'm on it!"
She said angrily before Kelly could finish. At least that way she wouldn't have to hear the word "pussy juice" again.
 
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Re: Bimbotopia - Living in Paradise
« Reply #3 on: January 21, 2017, 01:25:15 pm »
great chapter I hope you keep it up :)

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Re: Bimbotopia - Living in Paradise
« Reply #4 on: April 16, 2017, 09:56:53 pm »
I can't wait for new chapter, new art and bigger tits :D

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Re: Bimbotopia - Living in Paradise
« Reply #5 on: June 28, 2017, 01:37:58 am »
Some good writing. I'd love more chapters

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