Lisa's back for a visit, and today she's brought some strange friends. If you're a fan of taboo mindfucks, this collection of stories from Lisa's BimboTec universe is for you!
It's a weird world, filled with brainwashing, alteration, incest, and bimbofication. This definitive collection of BimboTec tales begins all the way at the start, with the origin story, Rise of the Master, and includes 14 stories of incestuous alteration. The BimboTec Tales comprises over 150,000 words of ultra-hot stories themed around taboo fantasies, as well as mind and body alteration.
Rise of the Master:Â The BimboTec origin story. When a young Lisa stumbles into a sinkhole in her native country of Mexico, she unwittingly awakens an ancient intelligence. The thing from the stars has seen the rise and fall of civilizations throughout millennia, and now it's bonded with Lisa and set itself a new purpose: to remake the world to Lisa's perverted satisfaction.
Taking place over decades, this novella follows two generations of Lisa's family as they corrupt and change everyone around them to serve their sexual needs.
Good Buddy:Â The follow-up story to Rise of the Master, this whacked-out tale tells the story of Dinesh. A nerd's nerd, thanks to some weird tech forced on him by his good buddy, George, Dinesh's family is slowly turned into a gang of perverts.
Grandpa's Control: Shane is an old man. He heads a powerful company, thanks to his partnership with Dr. Lisa. But Shane's family is out of control. They're all waiting around for him to die, and he's not having it. BimboTec's latest array of mind-altering tech and drugs has finally given Shane a way to remake his family into his vision of perverse perfection.
Family Vacation:Â Dinesh has gone through some changes. He was once a skinny nerd with only a single friend. These days, he's a rebuilt stud, and he's been put in charge of BimboTec's island getaway for families. This story tells the tale of James, the forgotten son, chosen to be his family's Master. He's won an island vacation for the lot of them, however, the only one truly relaxing is James.
Things:Â Haden's Creek is a little town without much going on. That is until the Things show up and begin changing the residents' minds. Literally. The Things have taken over the town in the night, and they have a perverse interest in human sexuality.
Self-Maid:Â Diana needs information for the company. That information is stored in the brain of a man, and to get access to that man, she poses as a new maid for his rich family. Diana likes making her assignments fun, though, and what's more fun than turning the whole family into a group of incestuous horndogs?
Flash:Â Jared isn't popular with his family. He's the creepy grandpa, estranged and all but forgotten by his daughter. Being a lowly sanitation engineer at BimboTec, it's not surprising that most people look down on Jared. But some understand the value of little people like Jared.
One of those is the man at the head of BimboTec, Shane. Shane is a man who also understands the importance of family. He's altered his own, after all. Today is Jared's lucky day. His boss has given him a special gift, a little piece of BimboTec hardware that will Jared get back in his family's good graces. Or perhaps he'll simply use it to turn them into the perverted sluts of his dreams.
Minding Michael:Â Michael's European vacation has proven to be more rewarding than he ever imagined. What seemed like a simple pawn shop purchase of a ring made of bone turns out to be the greatest gift an awkward young man could have ever hoped for! The power the ring conveys to Michael is the ability to make anything he says into other people's reality. What's a young and horny man choose to do with this power? Reshape his gorgeous family members, create a life of ease, and begin a process of global domination.
Pink Pillz:Â Summer break is at an end and Lisa is starting back to school as a teacher at the local college. Starting class always means checking emails. One email in particular is irresistible. It's so irresistible that after viewing it, she's compelled to forward it to everyone in her contacts. The message in the email prompts her to stop in at a new pharmacy in town, where she receives her first dose of Pink Pillz.
The pills are important, that much she knows for certain. She can't exactly remember why, but it's the most important thing she has to do. As the days go by, life around the town changes. The girls are looking prettier. The boys, too. It's strange, but Lisa knows that's just the way it's supposed to be. The only person who hasn't changed is Michael, an unkempt young man who's become a new student in Lisa's class.
No one knows him, but everyone likes him. They love him, in fact. More and more of them love him enough to let him impregnate and degrade them. That's just the way it's supposed to be, though. Lisa knows that. She just can't quite remember why.
The Presence:Â While perusing a junk shop, Felicity stumbles upon the ugliest, gaudiest fashion ring she's ever seen. She'd never wear such a horrible piece of jewelry. Only somehow it's ended up on her finger and now it doesn't look so bad. But the ring is only a vessel for something with a darker intent, and once it's got hold of Felicity, her family will never be the same.
Helping Hayden:Â Something is off about Hayden's sister's new job at BimboTec. First of all, who names their company something so stupid? And why does her sister come home every night, lock herself in her room, and masturbate? What's up with this new guy she's suddenly started dating, and why does the rest of her family like him so much? Haden's got a lot of questions, and she needs some help.
Loving Family:Â The junk shop winds up with a lot of discarded bits from people's attics. Sometimes they end up on the shelves, seemingly from nowhere. When Garret stops in on his last day in the big city, he winds up taking home a unique tribal statue. The old piece of wood, carved in the shape of a loving family, soon becomes loved by Garret's only relatives. In fact, none of them can stop listening to what it tells them to do. (This story contains harsh language in the form of racial slurs. The author does not condone racism in any form or fashion.)
The Perfect Family:Â Daniel has a model American family. His wife is a blonde soccer mom. His daughter is a good student. Then there's his son, Roger. Roger is a bit different. He likes to make things.
Roger's inventions never quite work. This time, however, Roger's got a little extra help from a company called BimboTec, and his latest invention will turn Daniel's perfect family into Roger's family.
Maid to Please:Â Consuela wanted a better opportunity. Her cousin Maria's helped her cross the border and find work as a maid for a wealthy family. The Walters', however, are a little different than most. Their son is a bit of a shut-in, and this wealthy family is worried about their legacy. But Mr. Walters, a BimboTec employee, has decided that Consuela would make an excellent breeding slut for his awkward son.
Bonus Story: The Bastard:Â This very dark erotic novella exists outside the BimboTec universe. Brad's father is a bastard. He's a charismatic drunk who somehow manages to have his way with any woman he pleases. That includes every girl his son dates.
Stan is a true son of a bitch, an abusive overlord, who delights in tormenting Brad and turning every woman he loves against him. This twisted tale contains themes of humiliation, taboo cuckolding, chastity, verbal abuse, and nonconsent.
Excerpt from Rise of the Master:
Having a thing in one's head was not an easy change to get used to. The piece of Jacosta given to him by his mother lurked in the back of George's thoughts, silent and observant. He felt it sifting through his thoughts, and his memories, reading his desires like a book and digesting them like some sort of Lovecraftian horror.
For days after receiving his gift, nothing felt quite right. There were periods of disorientation, forgetfulness, and a fog over his thoughts. The dreams were perhaps the most strangest. They were intense and frighteningly real, jerking him awake suddenly and leaving him dazed and confused.
It wasn't until the third day that the AI spoke to him, and that was only a simple statement.
"I know you now," it said. "Just as I know your mother."
"And you serve me?"Â George thought back.
"We serve one another. You through experience and purpose, and I through knowledge and advancement of your purpose."
It seemed a roundabout sort of answer, but it made sense. The thing would provide him with what he desired, and in return, he would give its existence meaning. George then settled on his first task. Lucy.
"I ordered these stupid recordings that are supposed to train my sister to become a cock slave," George said. "Can you tell me if they're real?"
"Play the recordings for me. If there is anything to them, I will shield your mind from the changes, as I do your mother's. If they are ineffective, I will manufacture another solution."
George sat on his computer and played the recordings through his headphones. It took only seconds for Jacosta to determine that they had no ability to influence another person's thoughts. George's disappointment, however, was momentary.
Given that Jacosta understood its new host's desire, it made use of George's hands. Involuntarily, his fingers flew across the keyboard and pushed his mouse. New programs were downloaded and installed. In a flurry, code spilled out of him, filling the screen. The code was packaged and laid underneath the audio tracks, then transferred to the MP3 player for Lucy's gift.
As the computer compiled the finished product, George's body rose from the chair and drove outside of town. He didn't need to ask where Jacosta was taking him. He knew. Arbor Grove. He also knew that he could take control of himself again at any moment. It was simply easier to let the AI use him as an extension.
The field surrounding the now massive underground facility deterred those who weren't welcome. George, though, now knew of it. Despite knowing, he trembled with anxiousness as Jacosta pulled his car into what appeared to be a deserted quarry. The car passed through what he could only describe as a shimmer, and suddenly the quarry was not so empty.
A lone metallic box of a building sat lonely amongst the ancient stones. It was nothing more than a tiny square with a door, which George pressed his palm against and opened. When the door shut, the lift inside silently glided downward, opening on a brightly lit corridor of gleaming metal. Lighting strips ran the length of the hallway, splitting off at an intersection into three hallways, each lit with a different color.
He banked right and followed the green lights to another door. His palm opened it once again. Inside the room sat a console, jutting from the floor in front of a windowed alcove. Beyond the glass was a pair of metal implements, one sharp and pointed, the other a six-fingered claw.
Jacosta pressed its host's palm to the console, which blinked to life. His fingers tapped at the complicated series of windows that flew rapidly past. Inside the alcove, the implements came to life. A cube of some raw material rose through the floor, and the pointed arm began to slice the thing apart. The fingered manipulator, meanwhile, worked with lightning quickness to construct… something.
The thing it built was little more than a thin cylinder a few inches long. The sharp implement continued to break down the cube, while vials of glowing substances slid in through panels in the alcove. The manipulator worked at mixing them.
Having completed the mixture, the claw poured the finished product into the cylinder and capped it with a tiny syringe. It then assembled the remaining materials into something that resembled a gun. When the completed thing slid through a drawer in the alcove, George's hand picked it up and studied it. He understood its purpose and grinned.
When he arrived home, the computer had finished compiling Lucy's program. George sat again, and once more his fingers flew over the keys, creating a new program for Andrea. This, he loaded into another MP3 player for when the time was right.
Jacosta relinquished its control over his body and George slumped in the chair like a puppet with its strings cut. He adjusted his hard-on, wished his mother were here, and then moved on to his next task. He had to find his father.
The family's estate was a modest one, something that was affordable based on Lisa's income trail as a corporate therapist. Given what George now knew about his mother, he understood that even the house was a smokescreen. His mother could have the grandest palace on earth, but something like that drew attention. Now wasn't the time for that attention.
George found his father in the garden and scoffed. Gardening. Pussy work. What real man spent time planting flowers?
The gardening, Antonio had taken up in the last decade, as his mental state declined. More and more, he struggled with the inner conflict and the changes Lisa had forced on him. For some reason, gardening helped.
His father was bent over a bed of roses, carefully tending the beautiful flowers. George drew the little gun, approached silently, and pushed the thing against Antonio's ass. He pushed the needle into it, pulled the trigger, and his father bellowed in surprise. By the time he turned on his assailant, he had already fallen to the ground.
George left him there and returned to the house, where he took Lucy's gift and carefully wrapped it. Lucy was not yet home, nor was his mother due home for hours. And his dick was so hard. He supposed he could drive to Lisa's office and barge in to fuck her, but that was a young man's rash action. It was selfish in a way that didn't seem becoming of a… a master.
No. There would be plenty of opportunities to fuck mommy pussy. While Lisa was engaged in the great work was not the time. There was, however, another abundant outlet that he could take advantage of.
The drive downtown took only a few minutes, and George pulled into the parking lot of a two-story building. The blacked-out windows of the place stared out like two lifeless eyes as he approached the door. Early in the afternoon, he had the sense that it wouldn't be busy.
He was wrong. The presumption spoke to his lack of experience with such places. Technically, he wasn't even old enough to enter, and the bouncer at the door moved to bar his way and asked for ID.
"I'm here to see Arnold," George said.
The bouncer looked him up and down, and said, "Kid, this isn't a place for you."
George looked the man up and down in turn and said, "You'd look great with tits."
The man balled his fists and said "The fuck did you say?"
The injector gun was in George's hand and pressed to the man's chest in a flash. He depressed the trigger. The big bastard groaned and slumped to the floor. George stepped over him and through the door.
The whirling lights of the club and the pounding of music struck him like a wave when he stepped inside. It was the middle of the afternoon, but the plush couches and chairs were all filled with men. Women, some of them in slutty clothes, others topless or fully nude, danced on the stages and in the laps of the customers. A slim Russian-looking woman with blonde hair, carrying a tray of drinks, gave him a once-over and smiled as she walked by.
Though he'd never been here, George knew where he needed to go. He mounted the steps to the second level of the club and rounded the railing to a closed door. Outside stood two more bouncers, one of which held up a hand.
"Girls are the other way," he said and shooed George away.
"I'm here to see Arnold," George said again. "Please tell him that Lisa's son, George is here."
The two bouncers shared a look and their demeanor changed. One of them slipped in the door, and the other said, "One moment, Sir."
The second bouncer returned a second later and held the door for George to enter.
"Sorry, Sir," he said. "Just doing the job."
George nodded and his heart raced. The door shut behind him. The office he entered was a neat place, with filing cabinets on one side and an expansive bookshelf on the opposite wall. A bank of monitors loomed overhead, where the man behind the massive desk could see them all.
The man himself seemed nearly as large as the desk, and George briefly wondered how the chair he sat in held his weight. It was not that he was overtly fat, but he was an enormous man. The only real fat on him seemed to be his rotund belly, on which rested a martini glass. He held a cigar in one hand, which he ashed into a try on the desk.
"Young George," he bellowed with a follow-up chuckle as he set the cigar down. "Haven't seen you since you were, oh, this high."
The man held his hand a foot off the ground.
"Arnold," George said and nodded.
"A moment," Arnold said and reached below the desk.
He lifted his belly and from beneath the desk came a sharp inhalation, as of someone finally breathing after being smothered for far too long. Arnold pulled a pretty brunette girl up by her hair and slapped her across the face.
"Can't you see I got business to take care of?" he roared. "Can't just have you sucking dick all day! Get out there and make me some goddamn money!"
The girl wiped her hand over her utterly ruined makeup and said, "Yes, Uncle Arnold!"
She fled the office with her tits bouncing, stopping only to make a ridiculous sort of curtsy in front of George. Arnold then turned his attention back to George.
"What can I help you with today, young man? I hope the Lady thrives. It's been too long since she's visited."
"Mom's great," George said. "And I appreciate you letting me visit. You'll need a new doorman, I'm afraid."
Arnold cocked his head, then chuckled and said, "Easy fix. Seat?"
He extended his hand to a chair in front of the desk. George shook his head.
"No. Thank you. I'm actually looking for a cheerleader."
"Cheerleader, eh? Any particular one?"
"One that can take care of this," George said and grabbed his cock. "Preferably unwilling, but if you have one that can play like she doesn't want it, that will work, too. A brunette?"
Arnold rubbed his chin and said, "Well, most any of them aren't really willing. They're just kinda here cuz they need the green. I got three in right now that might fit the bill."
Arnold opened a desk drawer, removed a tablet, tapped the screen a few times, and passed the tablet to George. On the screen were three photos, and in each photo was a girl. In all the photos, the girls had tears in their eyes and Arnold's large member jammed in their throat. Their eyes were wide and ashamed as they knelt in their cheer uniforms and let their cruel boss abuse their suckholes.
George's already hard dick stiffened further as he examined the photos. He passed the tablet back and said, "What about the middle one? Carly?"
"Cute little Carly," Arnold said with a fond sigh. "She's a real screamer. You like 'em loud?"
George shrugged.
"Little slut really hates a gooey load to the face, practically pukes when you get it in her mouth. Between you and me? Jam it up her asshole and pull her hair, and she'll cry and cum for you at the same time. Sexy as fuck."
"She sounds great," George said.
"I'll have one of the guys bring her to a private room. You can rape her as hard as you like. She'll say no a whole lot and fight with you, but she's always wet in the end."
"Sounds like my girl."
"You need any extra toys?" Arnold asked. "Ropes? Cuffs? Oh! I tased her in the cunt once and let me tell you, she was juicy as sin afterward."
"I think I can handle her."
Arnold nodded and said, "That's a man. Nothing but two hands and your cock to make a slut submit. Like God intended."
"How much?" George asked.
Arnold looked shocked. "Son, your momma's like family. Family doesn't pay for pussy here. Well, except that no good brother of mine. I make that fucker cough up a grand any time he wants to stop in and pound his meat into his daughter. No. For you, it's on the house."
The big man then called for one of the bouncers, who escorted George to a private room. He settled onto a couch, waited, and a few minutes later, the bouncer returned. He brought with him Carly, a girl of nineteen. Her wavy brown hair flowed around her shoulders, framing a sad face with too much makeup. Her thick pouty lips were natural dick suckers, and she sported a pair of fuck handles that seemed almost too large to be natural.
George rubbed his hard-on as the bouncer closed the door. Carly pasted on a facade of excitement and tugged her g-string tighter between the lips of her shaven cunt. She clacked her way toward George on a set of pink pleasers that matched her skimpy panties and lacy bra.
"What's your pleasure today, Sir?" she said and batted her eyes.
"Carly, is it?"
"If you like," the girl said. "But here they call me Cream Cunt."
She blushed as she stated the demeaning stage name.
"I like Cream Cunt," George said. "Come sit on my lap Cream Cunt."
The girl came and sat with her back against George's chest. He reached up and immediately groped her melons through the bra.
"Are your tits real?" he asked as he slid one hand into the cup and squeezed her nipple.
Carly gasped and answered, "Yes, Sir."
"Your big udders make you look like a cow. I'll bet lots of guys tell you that, don't they?"
Carly stiffened then relaxed and said, "Yes, Sir."
"Does it make your pussy wet when they call you names?"
Carly shook her head.
"Cream Cunt, I'd like you to get on your knees and pull my cock out. Put it between your fat tits and stroke it."
The girl slid off his lap and the false excitement returned to her face as she undid George's pants and pulled them down. She removed them completely, baring his stiff, naked prick. Reaching behind her back, she undid the strap of her bra and let it fall away without so much as teasing him with it. It occurred to George to reprimand her for that. Stripper sluts were supposed to cocktease, after all. When he saw her glorious rack, though, he decided to let it slide.
Carly pushed her big melons together and said, "Is that what you like, Sir? You want me to push your big cock between my titties?"
George nodded. Carly sat up and wrapped her jugs around his cock, then spit between the valley of her tits to lube his passage. George sat back and let the girl stroke his prick with her tits for a few minutes. Carly spent those minutes looking up into his eyes with what he assumed she thought was a coquettish expression. It just made George want to slap her face. So, he did.
The slap made Carly tear up and the facade fell away to reveal her true disgust and shame at allowing herself to be treated like this. So, George slapped her again, then took her pretty hair in his hand and stood to jam his dick into her mouth.
Carly instinctively pulled back, but George was stronger. He latched his other hand onto the back of her head and forced his cruel length into her throat. The girl sputtered and gagged as she put her hands on his legs and tried to expel his meat, but George wasn't having it.
"Put those dick-sucking lips to good use, Cream Cunt," he ordered. "I want my dick good and wet when I push it up your ass. Unless you want it dry."
Carly squealed and shook her head, but then settled into sad impassivity when George began to fuck her skull like a rubber doll he'd Primed in to satisfy his cock. The girl continued to quiver and retch as George abused her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks and ruining her makeup.
When he felt satisfied his prick was good and sloppy, he extracted it from her throat and slapped it against her forehead as Carly drooled and sucked in air. Her respite was short-lived, though. George pushed her onto the ground, tits-down, and gripped her ass cheeks in his hands.
The little g-string was no barrier for entry. He simply lifted it, spit on Carly's butthole, and roughly pushed his cockhead into it. Carly bucked and squealed, scrabbling forward as she yelled, "No!"
George grabbed her hair again, pulled it back hard, and jammed half his cock up her ass. Just as Arnold said, the girl began to cry and had a body-shaking orgasm. Her cunt began to cream for him. He could hear the wet squish of it as he gave her asshole another stroke, driving another few inches of his prick into her depths.
Carly squealed again and begged, "Please! Take it out!"
George ignored her pleas, though, and brought his weight down on her back, pressing her tits into the floor as he humped her backside. Carly's tears continued to flow, pitiful and sad. They were like an aphrodisiac for George, the sound of her sobbing making his prick swell as he repeatedly drove it into her anus.
It wasn't long before Carly groaned and came again.
"You're a disgusting little slut," George whispered in her ear as he fucked her.
"No!"
On his next out-stroke, George repositioned and slammed his meat into Cream Cunt's creamy cunt, going balls deep on the first stroke. The girl then began to hump back against him as she grunted and moaned.
"Say it," George hissed in her ear.
"I'm a… disgusting… slut!" Carly sobbed.
"Fuck yeah!"
The admission did something to him, setting him off, and he held his cock deep in her creamy innards. Carly began to wriggle and begged, "Not inside me! Arnold doesn't let me take the pill!"
George groaned and flooded her womb with a day's pent-up load. Carly came again.
Take a dip in the wet and wonderful world of BimboTec from Lisa today with this definitive collection of mindfuck stories.
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