I shouldn’t click on it, but that name… Bimbo. It made my dick throb. I had read stories on the Internet, stories of normal women being turned into empty-headed bimbos. Sluts who just wanted to do whatever any man told them to.
Relationships didn’t matter. She could be a wife, a stranger, a mother. God, my mother might be a bitch, but she was a hot one. Could I…?
No, no, it was no fucking way that this app could actually make my mother, or any other of the bitches in my life, into bimbos. Still, I tapped the screen. The app loaded up, a silhouette of a busty woman wiggling from side to side on the loading screen. Then the screen appeared.
It was using my camera, some sort of ARG. Then text popped up.
It read: 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 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 Gems to do more customization. Gems 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. Buttons that I could tap.
Of course, I hit YES. I was curious. This was some sort of adult game. I was in for that. I bet I could enjoy it, and my mom would have no idea. Since she didn’t trust me to close the door, that bitch.
The text vanished and, yes, it was an ARG. On Alternate Reality Game like Pokemon Go. I suppose I would move around the camera, and I would see stuff. Maybe it would show naked women around my room. Bimbos adopting poses around me. What if it had like a library of adult videos and would match the files with my environment to make it seem like the girl was really here?
Make it seem like a naked girl was masturbating on my desk or something. That would be hot.
I aimed my phone at my desk. Nothing.
There were a few icons. It said 0/1 Bimbos in the upper left corner of the screen. In the upper right was a pink gem with a number 10 in front of it. I suppose those were my bimbo gems. Then in the lower right corner, there was a question mark. I tapped that.
Another text bubble popped up that read: 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.
So it would make someone I knew into a bimbo. Did it use some sort of picture processing to make deep fakes of them? That sounded awesome.
I rolled off my bed, holding my phone before me, and stepped into the hallway. I caught my mom coming out of her bedroom in a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt, her blonde hair in a messy bob around her tired face. She wasn’t wearing her makeup, it was clear that she had worked long hours today.
“What?” she asked with exasperation. Exhausted exasperation. On the screen, she was outlined in pink.
Do you want to make her into a bimbo?
YES
NO
“What the hell are you doing pointing your phone at me?” my exasperated mother groaned.
“Just testing something out, Mom,” I said. “After all, you don’t want me perving on Mrs. Mayers. So I’m just trying something out.” I tapped the YES button.
On my screen, a pink outline flashed around my mother. It almost glowed, like an aura. The Bimbo Counter now showed 1/1 Bimbos. My mother’s face filled a circle next to an experience bar. She was a Level 0 Bimbo. Neat. This was so cool.
“Well, that’s it,” I said, lowering my phone.
“What’s it?” Mom asked in this really bubbly voice. The tiredness from her face had vanished. She had this big smile on her lips that dimpled her cheeks and her blue eyes sparkled. “Am I it? Ooh, ooh, what’s it? Tell me!”
To my shock, she pouted like a little girl and bounced up and down in her t-shirt and sweatpants. Her boobs heaved beneath her top. Was she not wearing a bra? I couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her blonde hair flew around her face.
“Eric, don’t be such a meanie and tell me what’s it?” she said, her voice so girlish and high-pitched now. “Am I it? Please, please, say I’m it!”
“You’re it?” I said, confused.
“Yay!” she squealed, then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth.
I couldn’t believe that my mom was kissing me. Her plump lips were hot and wet, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. She pressed so tight against me right there in the hallway. I felt her boobs through our shirts, her nipples puckering hard.
What the hell was going on? She was acting like a… bimbo.
There was no way that the app made her into a bimbo. This was just some sort of ARG. It wasn’t real, and yet here I was making out with my mother. This incestuous rush swept through me. It was so hot to have my bimbofied mother into making out with me.
I was dizzy with exhilaration. I could not believe this was happening. That my mother had been bimbofied by the app. But her lips were so hot. Her body wiggled against mine. My dick throbbed in my jeans. I was so eager for this.
I broke the kiss and groaned, “That’s really you, Mom?”
“What’s really me?” she asked and gave another empty-headed giggle. “I’m your mommy! And is that your big dick? I just saw your dick, it was so hard. Dicks shouldn’t be hard. They should be soft. You have to cum.”
I couldn’t believe this. I glanced at my phone and saw that there was a pop-up on the screen. Have your bimbo suck your dick. She’s a big dummy now, and you can convince her to do anything.
“Mom, do you want to help me out?” I asked. “Do you want to make my dick soft?”
“How?” she asked, her eyes so wide. “Do you need to give Mommy your cummies? I want to enjoy all your cummies! That’s what good mommies do! How do you want me to do it?”
“I want you to… I want you to suck my dick!” I said, shocked.
With a big grin, she dropped to her knees and was unbuttoning my fly right here in the hallway. I still couldn’t believe it. I glanced at the progress bar and saw that it was starting to fill with a pink, sparkly color. She was gaining experience.
She yanked down my jeans, my hard cock throbbing in my boxers. She pulled those down next and squealed in delight. She grabbed my cock, this big grin on her face. She stroked up and down me, giving me such pleasure. I shuddered.
“Suck that dick, Mommy!” I groaned to my bimbo-mother.
“Okey-dokey!” she said with such joy. “I love sucking dicks!”
Then she swallowed my cock. My mother’s warm, soft lips slid over the tip of my dick. I gasped at that. It was so shocking to feel her mouth engulfing my cock. Then she suckled on me. Pleasure shot down my shaft to my nuts. It was incredible.
My mom was sucking my dick.
Holy fucking shit. My mom was sucking my dick.
It was my first blowjob ever. And it was my mom doing it. I glanced on the phone and saw that pink, sparkly bar slowly filling. It wasn’t going to reach the end anytime soon, but she was gaining bimbo points or something by sucking on my cock.
Take pictures of your bimbo sucking your dick and post onto our forums for bonus points! appeared on the screen.
With it came a camera icon. My mom was looking up at me, her blue eyes focused on me with such love. No intelligence in those eyes, but such love and desire. She was working so hard to reduce the pressure in my cock.
I hit the button.
CLICK!
The flash on my camera went off. A still image of my mother appeared labeled, Eric’s first bimbo gives her first blowjob!!! After that was, Do you want to post this?
YES
NO
I clicked to YES. My mom’s experience bar climbed up a little bit farther. This was incredible.
Mom bobbed her head, slobbering on my cock as she loved me. She worshiped me with incestuous passion. That only made this hotter. I made my bitch mom into my bimbo mommy. I don’t know how the hell this works, but it was the best thing in the world.
She swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock, sending pleasure shooting down my dick. I shuddered at just how incredible that was. How amazing it was to have the hot mouth nursing on my dick.
“Yes, yes, just suck my dick like the bimbo-slut you are, Mommy,” I groaned.
She moaned, suckling so hard her cheeks hollowed from the force. More pleasure zapped down my cock to my balls.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” I panted. “You’re going to be drinking my jizz soon, Mommy!”
That only seemed to encourage her to suck harder. To work that hot mouth up and down my dick. Her soft lips gripped my shaft as she created such amazing suction. I groaned as the pressure at the tip of my cock swelled and swelled with every heartbeat that she loved me.
My hands balled into fists and relaxed again and again as my mother sucked my dick. She loved my cock, moaning with such enthusiasm as she bobbed her head, working those soft lips up and down my dick. And her simple-minded joy was so intoxicating to witness.
“You’re just a dumb bimbo-slut now, aren’t you, Mommy?” I asked her.
She tried to answer with her mouth full of my cock. It came out all muffled, her teeth grazing my shaft.
“You can’t talk with a dick in your mouth, Mommy,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Stop sucking on my dick and answer.”
She slid her lips off my cock with a wet plop. Drool spilled down her chin as she licked her lips. “Okey-dokey, I won’t speak with a cock in my mouth any longer! That makes so much sense!” Then her face contorted. “What did I say?”
“Damn, you are a dumb bimbo-slut, aren’t you?” I said, smiling.