“Amen,” I breathed and smiled as the orgy raged around me. I was changing my church. This was my cathedral. I ruled here thanks to the Bimbo App. That wonderful miracle sent to me by the Lord. I felt so damned good.
* * *
It was Sunday Mass, and I grinned. The women of my church were all Bimbo Nuns or Bimbo Harlots. The wives writhed with the men. Most were still owned by their husbands, but a few had divorced their slut-wives.
Of course, many of them were only sluts because they were seduced by the bimbo-nuns. Unmarried women because one of three types of nuns. There was a whole convent of them owned by me. The Faith Crystals flowed into me now.
My phone beeped as I was about to give my homily. I glanced down on it.
UPDATE: For 10, 000 Faith Crystals, you can create a Bimbo Archdiocese and take over other churches!
“We must spread the faith,” I said to my parishioners, the orgy raging through my church. “We must spread it far and wide! We have so many points to earn!”
* * *
The Figure smirked, a smile crossing its lips as it sent the update notification to Father Mallory’s phone.
It thought the father was a deluded soul. So easy to corrupt. The Figure sent out temptation, and the foolish humans in every universe accepted. How it delighted in its mischief. How it delighted in mocking the Creator and thwarting Yahweh’s plans.
It had more versions of the App to share. The Figure couldn’t wait to keep having fun.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story as much as i did. please feel free to drop a comment and let me know what you think.
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THE BIMBO APP – THE NAUGHTY MOMMY**
A naughty mommy bimbofies her daughter to get closer to her!
Mommy Bimbofies Her Daughter
Linda Cartwright
The front door opened. I perked up and smiled as Alice walked in. At eighteen, she was turning into a moody girl. I needed to reach through to her. Somehow. We used to be so close, now she was a ghost. A wraith.
Her red hair bounced around her shoulders as she stared down at the floor, her backpack bouncing as she marched for the stairs. I put on a bright smile and rushed to intercept her. But she moved faster, beating me to the stairs.
“How was school, Alice?” I asked her as she rushed by me. “Alice.”
She ignored me.
“Alice, honey, is something wrong?” I asked as I followed her up the stairs. She was so fast. “Alice, what is it? You can talk to me?”
She reached the top of the stairs and turned to the right, vanishing out of sight. I just reached the second floor in time to hear her slam her bedroom door. I sighed as the depressing, emo music she liked to listen to started playing.
“Honey?” I asked, hating this music. It was so terrible that I couldn’t connect with her any longer. I knocked on the door. “Alice, talk to me. What’s wrong? Did something happen at your college?”
All I heard was that annoying music. Frustration rippled through me. What had happened to my relationship with my daughter? I just wanted to repair it. I wanted things to go back to how they used to be. I stood outside her door, knocking again.
She ignored me.
I didn’t get it. I wasn’t like this when I was her age. I didn’t shut out my mother. I mean, I thought she was so uncool, but I didn’t ignore her. I got along with her fine. My father, too. But Alice…
Why wouldn’t she connect with me? It was so frustrating.
I knocked one more time. “Please, Alice. Just talk to me.”
The music turned up louder.
I sighed and headed to my bedroom. This was so frustrating. Tears stung my eyes. I closed my door, sat on my bed, and silently cried. I just wanted to have that loving relationship again. For her to open up to me.
There had to be something I could do.
I sniffed and wiped at my tears. Then I grabbed my phone and went on Instagram. I hated this phase in my daughter’s life. It was so annoying. I just had to find some technique that could get through to her. So I typed in a search: Mother and daughter bonding.
A new video popped up. It had almost no engagement, but it was just posted a minute ago by someone named Eric Murphy. I cocked my head and tapped the post. This promised how to get a mother and daughter to get along.
“So, that’s my mom and sister,” a voice said, pointing the camera at a mother and daughter wearing bra and panties. Sexy lingerie, it looked like. The mother was in a black set that was slightly sheer while the daughter was in a purple set, her blonde pubic hairs spilling around the side of the thong. The mother was my age with blonde hair and ample bosom.
The daughter was Alice’s age, slender and with pigtails. They both smiled with such joy. They were happy to be filmed.
“They’re my bimbo sluts,” the guy said. “And they’ll do anything I tell them to do, right?”
“Yes,” mother and daughter moaned together.
“And why?” asked the young man. “Because of this app. It made them get along and do whatever I want. It’s amazing. Right, you’ll do whatever I want?”
“We will!” the two said with such eagerness.
“Like suck my dick?” the boy asked to my utter surprise.
The mother and daughter nodded. They dropped to their knees and reached for the bottom of the frame like they were going to suck the guy’s dick. Which was just disgusting. He turned the camera around to face him. He was a boy of nineteen or so with a messy mop of brown hair and blue eyes.
He grinned and said, “You can have your own obedient mother or daughter or whatever. Just download the bimbo app from my link. It’s free to try out!”
Pleasure washed across his face.
“I got to go! I’m getting a blowjob.” He held up his fingers in a V. “Peace!”
The video ended.
It was just so disgusting, and yet I found myself turned on. Such obedience from the mother and daughter. Especially from the daughter. She looked to be around my daughter’s age. I quivered on my bed, imagining Alice being a good girl again.
Just behaving the way she should.
I craved that so much. Not the… the sex part, but the part where my daughter was an obedient, good girl again. Was there anything wrong with me aching to have that relationship with my daughter back? I didn’t think there was.
But was this the way?
I stared down at the referral link. It was hard to imagine something called the “bimbo” app was at all real. It was just dumb. Something stupid and juvenile. There was no way that it could possibly work, right? No way at all.
I noticed the comments. They were skeptical that it was even real until I read the comment from Tina Waters. It stuck out at me.
“You’re such a pig! I don’t know how you got your mother and sister to go along with it, but that’s skeezy. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower, you prove me wrong. Perv!” A bunch of angry and disgusted emojis followed.
This girl knew the poster. She recognized that the app actually worked. That his mother and sister were acting weird. It was perverted of him to make them suck his cock. Just disgusting. I wouldn’t do that to my daughter.
I ignored that hot itch in my pussy and warmth in my cheeks as I clicked on the link. It loaded up a new page for the Bimbo App. My cheeks burned at the naked woman on the site kneeling and staring up with adoration.
“Sign up for free today!” flashed at the top of the screen. I swallowed. An obedient daughter. One that I was close with. It seemed impossible.
But that guy had control over his mother and sister. I didn’t have to make my daughter do those naughty things. I quivered, the heat growing in my pussy. The image of the mother and daughter falling to their knees burned in my mind.
I clicked the INSTALL button. A new prompt popped up. Install the Bimbo App?
YES and NO glowed on the screen. My heart pounded in my chest as I hoped this wasn’t some scam that would steal my data. My husband would be furious with me, but he was at work. He didn’t have to deal with our moody daughter as much as I did.
I tapped YES.
I shuddered as I did. A download window appeared like with installing any other app. Then it started installing it. I swallowed, my cheeks burning. An icon appeared on my phone’s screen. An embarrassing one.
Then it finished. I clicked the app. It loaded with some flashes. A screen appeared followed by a block of text.
Welcome to the Bimbo Creator where your wildest dreams are made flesh. Is there a girl that has been hassling you for years? Constantly bad-mouthing you? You can fix that issue with our app. As one of our beta users, you have been selected to choose any girl or woman and modify them into a bimbo.
Level up your bimbo to unlock new abilities and increase the number of slots to have more air-headed women to serve you. Buy Bimbo Crystals to do more customization. Crystals can be earned every day or you can buy them. Recruit your friends for more perks. It’s time to unlock your dreams. Do you have the guts to create your own bimbo?
YES and NO appeared on the screen once more.
I didn’t want to make her into some sort of sex slave or whatever. I just wanted her back. That was it. I could still do that with the app. I would do that on the app. So I tapped the YES button. The screen changed to show a few icons. In the upper left corner, it read 0/1 Bimbos. In the upper right was a pink gem with the number 2 in front of it.
Was that the in-app currency?
There was a question mark in the lower right corner. I definitely needed help. I didn’t know how to recruit my daughter. So I tapped it and text appeared. The first thing you need is to recruit your very first bimbo. Aim the camera at any woman or girl and select them to be your very first bimbo.
That was simple enough.
I drew in a deep breath and headed for the door. I rolled my shoulders and reached April’s door. I drew in a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. It was locked, of course. So I reached up to the top of her door frame and found the thin, brass wire with a triangular handle. I trust it into a hole in her doorknob and pushed.
The lock came undone.
I threw open the door.
My daughter gasped as she had her hand shoved down the front of her pink panties, the rest of her clothes gone. She stared in shock at me, her cheeks burning bright. She ripped her hand out of her panties and covered her breasts. As she did, I aimed the phone at her and tapped the screen.
“What the hell, Mom!” my daughter screeched. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
Do you want to make her into a bimbo?
YES
NO
This was it. I stared at my daughter. It was time to get my good girl back. She glared at me now, wearing only her panties, but soon she would just be perfect. She rolled off the bed, one hand over her small boobs. She marched at me.
“Get the fuck out!” she roared, using that nasty word.
I tapped YES.
Suddenly, a round picture of her next to a bar that read Level 0 appeared at the top left of my screen. I now had 1/1 Bimbos. It would cost me 3 Bimbo Crystals to unlock another one. But I didn’t care. I just watched my daughter change.