Burnice runs into a strange ethereal inside of a Hollow she went in solo; now, she's been turned into an insatiable bimbo who's not right in the head. Because it was Wise's fault he was there--and because he's the only stud who can keep up with her--he becomes in charge of dealing with Burnice until he can figure out a way to cure her. Assuming he wants to bother curing her.
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"We've got her out, and we've got a problem. Get over to our place."
The message from Caesar King was not what Wise wanted to hear, his cock pulling out of Trigger's mouth, oversized dick blasting rope across his wife's face as he cursed his way through action. "I've got to go," he said, and Trigger flopped forward in pure cock-drunk delirium in the aftermath, left wanting more of his cock but also wanting to hurry over to deal with things. Deal with the problems that he felt partially responsible for. He hopped into the van and set off to meet up with the Sons of Calydon.
There was a hollow in the Outer Ring that Wise wanted to get someone in to go investigate when Fairy picked it up, and the only agent he had available for it was Burnice, given how busy the other Sons of Calydon were. Sending her out there solo was a bad and questionable idea, but on the hope she could at least scout it out, he had hopes that it would be okay. It was not okay. Burnice caught sight of a strange ethereal and then almost immediately went dark. She came back not soon after, but sounded off, and Wise was able to get the other Sons of Calydon at the point of exit so she could at least have someone pick her up, because things sounded wrong.
"Tee hee, he's on fire! He's so flamey," was one of the messages he got back. She survived, and it sounded like she took out that dangerous Ethereal, but the signatures he found were still absolutely baffling, and from the sounds of the message Caesar sent to him, things were looking rough. The absolute least Wise could do was go investigate it and hopefully deal with the problems at hand.
Pulling up at the gang's hideout, he tried to brace himself for whatever he was about to stumble upon, but he wasn't ready for any of it, faced with the utter shock of seeing Burnice not exactly as the Burnice Wise knew.
Good news: she was alive, and didn't look harmed. Bad news, her clothes no longer fit, for starters. Her tube top strained under the swell of an abrupt growth spurt in her chest, jiggly cleavage now threatening to pop out of it at any moment, while her skirt did nothing to hide her plump ass, which looked like she'd had work done on it due to how round and perfect it was while the skirt simply came only halfway down her plump cheeks. Her legs were longer and sleeker, face losing a bit of the playful, cute charm Burnice had, given way to lots of make-up, especially with a pair of ruby-painted lips that stuck out instantly. Her pigtails were longer and now the platinum blonde had pink streaks throughout in highlights that all seemed deeply unlike Burnice.
She'd become a bimbo.
"Hey, Wise is here! Hey cutie, wanna drag out that fat cock for your slutty princess? I know you've got to be hung like a donkey, just come stick it in this big ass!" Turning around and shaking her hips in his direction, she let her cheeks wobble and plead for his dick to come stuff in between them.
Wise's pants did indeed strain under the excitement of seeing her jiggle like that, trying his best to keep responsible and focused. "Did she come out of the hollow like that?" he asked.
"We found her like this," explained Lucy.
"Had to pry her off of my dick when we found her," Lighter added.
"This is boring, don't talk about me, just come fuck me. I want a cock in me right now!" Burnice pranced over to Wise, jiggling all the while and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Wanna feel that cock cram me until I'm full. C'mon, Wise, I wanna fuck! You won't be boring like them, will you?"
Caesar shouted, "Boring?" in objection and frustration to this. "We're lucky we didn't find you dead."
Wise stood there feeling himself absolutely in a weird position. "Got to do something to make sure she stops interrupting us," he said, and decided the right thing to do was push Burnice down to her knees in front of his rapidly tenting pants and fishing out the floppy, rock hard glory of his fat cock. "Suck on this while we talk."
"Yay, okay!" Burnice had been given what she wanted, and saw no reason to further object to what was happening, jamming forward to begin slurping down Wise's cock in a fit of pure devotion. The oversized cock in front of her was precisely what she craved, a dizzying burst of attention pressing her to let it all go. His dick was big enough for her to have to hold with both hands while she jammed forward and got to work at sucking him into her throat stubbornly determined to make the most of anything she could while faced with such a huge dick. She didn't have any hesitation now in just throwing herself forward at it.
The other members of the biker gang let out a lot of shocked noises, especially the girls abruptly faced with just how much dick Wise was packing. They'd seemingly just traded one distraction for another in the process, trying to speak now over the sounds of Burnice gobbling down Wise's dick. But they tried their best, regaling him with the story from when they picked her up, how she was unruly, not acting like herself, but in seemingly good condition otherwise. Her bimbofied attitude was an obstacle in getting her to do anything, but her body didn't bear any marks or scars from the transformation to bimbo proportions and a change in viewpoint.
"We can't keep up with her," Caesar finally explained. "She's getting into trouble and we've got too much flammable stuff all around to be a problem."
"And you sent her in there herself!" added Piper with a fiery objection. "So you should be the one to deal with the mess."
Looking down at the bimbofied blonde gobbling down his cock, Wise couldn't exactly say he minded a demand like that. Her newly plumped out lips were indecently extended out to suck on his cock deep and hard, the most reckless and intense show of pure need he'd ever seen before, the depths now of sloppy obsession keeping her in a place of pure surrender to his touch, craving his cock on a level too sublime and too unhinged for him to imagine saying no to any of it. It was questionable as all hell to do any o this, but at absolute worst he had a new fucktoy to keep around and keep busy. He had his wife, Trigger, sure. Had agent girls coming around day and night craving a ride on his dick. But he didn't have a true live-in fuckdoll who was so far gone that she'd be at service around the clock. That sounded pretty nice, truthfully.
Burnice looked up needily at him, too, fluttering her newly elongated eyelashes, giving him fuck-me eyes in a show of complete obsession, the maddening greed and the warmth leaving her to want to keep giving in to all of it, the fascination of something making her feel better and better about her downfall. Sloppy excitement drove her crazy with pure need, the hunger and the want of needing to give in to all of this. The needy bimbo slut was focused on the desperation ripping across her, the heated delight of indulgence burning without a care through her body, keeping her trapped in this fitful fascination, filled with a desire and a greed so messy and so desperate that she couldn't keep her head on straight. The taste of Wise's cock only added to the maddening insistence making her feel better by the second.
Wise had to make a decision, but it definitely didn't feel like a hard one. He gripped her pigtails and started to more thoroughly fuck her face. It was a shameless display to put up in front of her fellow gang members, one meant to have a pretty ridiculous effect on the conversation. Heavy nuts smacked against her chin while Burnice mindlessly went, "Gluk gluk gluk gluk gluk," on the slab of fat cock meat rammed down her throat. He was in control, reckless, burning her up from within while he let loose his hungry delights, attentions meant to push her limits, to feel out if she was really a durable enough fucktoy for him to lay into. And she was doing great at it, holding strong through every vicious gesture and greedy motion pushing her limits. The pulls on her hair and the brutal indulgence he stuffed her throat full of paid off perfectly, a wonderful spiral down into madness while he used his hips to ruthlessly violate her, driven by the overwhelming heat of these simple pleasures.
"Just so you know how I'm going to treat her," Wise said. "If you're cool with what I'll do to her all day, then yeah, I'll take her. Might even get around to figuring out how we can fix her. But I'm not going to keep a bimbo around with this body and not fuck it all the time. Is that fine by you guys?" He really laid into her, making a spectacle of his control over this and keeping up the burning desire and the hunger carrying him forward, the greedy insistence of a truly unrestrained need to break her down. He let it all go, throwing himself brutally forward, letting the hunger get the better of him while every stroke of his hips pounded down her throat. He moved on quicker, racing toward release, refusing to hold back the shamelessness of everything he could ask for.
This was definitely an uncomfortable display for them, although Pulchra was visibly rubbing herself and Caesar's thighs were quivering. They needed Burnice gone, though, and the time to lust over Wise's cock wasn't now for those who were doing it. "Maybe she'll feel better if she's getting fucked, "Caesar justified, trying to hold on to her pride and keep herself steady in the face of this, given the bizarre and baffling frustration of borderline duress while this played out in front of her.
"Yeah, it probably will be better for her," Wise continued to brag. "Riding on my big dick all night and slobbering all over it. She won't be any good in hollows for a while anyway in this state, so why not make her into my cumslut?"
Happily gagging through it all, Burnice was in total agreement, slurping and stroking with a tireless push toward utter mania while she delved into this madness, the pleasure all getting the better of her, too passionate and wicked for her to have any sense of restraint or dignity in what she was doing. She simply sank deeper, caught in the throes of maddening obsession, deeper and messier in her hungry bliss while she continued to slobber all over his dick in complete euphoria. Every throb warned her that he was getting closer, and she was unstoppably committed to throwing herself into this deep end without a shred of restraint. She continued to savour this all, the frenzied obsession of giving in deeper, sputtering and struggling in bimbofied ecstasy on his dick and letting it all rip her to pieces. She loved every second of this mess. She wanted it so badly, and knew only the chance to fall lower.
Wise hastened his strokes, pumping quicker down her throat, loving the pressure he laid upon her and the ways she was happily falling apart for it. Maddening attention drove his hips to revel in these delights, madly slamming away until she was spent, ruined, and taking it all. The pleasure was overbearing, the exhilaration and passion of throwing himself right into using her, having fun with the pleasure and the frustration of fascinating passion, the pleasure to want more and more of. There felt like no reason to hold it back, the pressure indulgent and intoxicating. he didn't want to holds back anything, putting her through her pace in the enriching chaos of control and hunger now. When he came, he yanked back to make sure it fired off all over Burnice's gorgeous face, which twisted into lust-wracked bliss as the full weight of these maddening attentions came bearing down upon her with truly mad demands.
"I'll take her," he said, while Burnice slapped herself with his cock and seemed ready to lose her mind. "Get in the van, Burnice."
"Can I give you head on the road?" she giggled.
"Sure."
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"I'm so lucky to be a dumb bimbo slut with a hung daddy to make me feel good!" Burnice gasped while bounced on Wise's cock, a fully committed mess of pure delight and greed lacking any meaningful control over her own actions. She rode him like it was all she knew how to do, stuffed to the brim with so much cock she thought she might break. "I love your cock so much, it's so big! It's so big, perfect for a bimbo bitch like me. Don't you think so?"
"Yeah, it's perfect for you, that's why I brought you home." Relaxed back to appreciate the madness behind her every motion, Wise bounced her on his dick, hands on her round hips to watch her marvel and jiggle freely, topless so her big concrete tits could bounce in his face. "Keep you bouncing on this cock and not getting into any trouble."
"It'll be trouble when you knock me up and make me your breeding bitch, daddy!" Burnice's giggle was almost infectious, a bubbly swell of pure elation and delight while she hammered down onto his cock wilder and faster. "Suck on these big, pale titties, too! Aren't my snacks real nice?" She was so playful and bubbly, the high energy sweetness of the usual Burnice playing into oversexed familiarity now with this sluttier version, the recklessness of a simple need to lose her mind to this lust and hold nothing back. She kept bouncing, throwing herself atop him. His cock was everything she dreamed about, the stuffing of her hole with his huge dick only sending her into craving spirals deeper with each push forward. Burnice's craving for Wise's cock was out of control, a bimbo craving that didn't let up.
Wise was in for a hell of a treat with Burnice so completely obsessed. Since they got in a few hours ago, all she'd done was bounce on it and beg him for more, loudly proclaiming her love of his dick and letting herself spiral out of control in the face of maddening obsession He continued to slam up into Burnice, hasty gestures throwing him into overdrive, seeking to unravel and to make her give in to him completely. The dominance behind his every gesture was harsh, over the top, but the recklessness offered him a joy he didn't hold back from. His cock stuffed her full, a revelry and a chaos that kept him feeling good about the sheer dominance and chaos he could offer her, the burning joy of greedy lusts getting him to lose all control.
Throwing himself forward, he pinned Burnice to the bed, taking charge and dominantly slamming into her. He let his whims carry him to whatever he craved, and right now, that meant pinning his bimbo down and rutting into her from above, the mad delight of pushing with insistent greed into her snug hole, railing her cunt and holding her down to the sounds of her squealing passion. The up-front excitement and passion of pounding into her started up hot and shameless, the building ache of these senseless satisfactions and a brilliant bliss that felt much too chaotic for him to contain.
"Daddy, more, please!" screamed Burnice. "Daddy is my drug! I'm so addicted to your dick, I'm your dumb fleshlight. I'm daddy's stupid whore." She was so noisy, reckless and emboldened and finding it difficult to hold back the overbearing delights getting the better of her here. Such simple passions tore through her body, delighting Burnice with the simplicity of being fucked. Wise was an absolute stud, unstoppably committed to pounding her stupid, and he held back nothing in the greedy joy taking him, a brilliant pulse of heat and aggression making him feel so good and keeping him in a place of desire and chaos too wicked for sense. He knew he was in a good place here, that the pleasures drove him crazier and hotter with the unstoppable greed of keeping him wanting more, the need and the ache and the pure passion of these hungry excitements.
Wise was in control, the cool vigor and chaos of keeping her falling harder apart, and all eh had to do was keep fucking, keep ramming into her with his oversized dick and breaking her with the passions that ensued. He was reckless, burning without control or sense through the lack of restraint building up within him, the pleasures and the hungers to want to seek out with an unreal burn for more. He loved controlling her like this and loved the way she melted for him in such brilliant excitement, the building heat that pushed with uncontrollable delight to keep up this passion, a focused indulgence that didn't leave any room for self-control now. Wise knew he was in danger of getting worse with Burnice at his beck and call, but restraint seemed like a virtue he couldn't pretend to extol now while bimbo pussy clenched down on his cock so tightly.
"Daddy, daddy, cum in me. I want it harder! I want you to own me!" Burnice thrashed about, shoving her tits into his face and watching as he sucked on her nipples like a glorious stud, the sex god a bimbo like her needed. "I'm a good girl and good girls cum, good girls cum for daddy, they fucking cum all over your fat cock! Your thick daddy dick!" Her head rolled back and her pussy gushed, a sticky, messy spectacle made possible only by the brainless bimbo transformation that they still didn't have answers for. Her eyes rolled back into her empty head and the crushing lust had her panting, heaving, obnoxious noises that spilled madly from her lips in the expression of simple madness. There was nothing in her brain, as was right, as was what she needed, and the pleasure had her falling into the throes of simple bliss as she let it all go, the passionate passion and the greedy need of making her break.
Wise was given no choice but to slam down into her as fulfill her request, flooding her womb with cum and reveling in the chance to slam down brutally into her and fuck her senseless, the dizzying persistence of pleasure and chaos leaving him happy to let it all go. The pleasure hit her head-on, the mind-fucked bimbo left all the more ravaged by the simplicity behind his every whim. Panting, writhing, melting into the joy of being cummed inside of, Burnice was a fuck-addled mess so sublimely broken that he couldn't do anything to contain himself.
Looming in the doorway and wearing nothing but a black bra and panties, Trigger stood waiting for Wise. "I'm glad you're taking such good care of Burnice, but the smell of sex from the room is smothering, and I am so wet right now. Could you please take a moment to fuck me and quell my own needs?" She was an understanding wife. Her stud of a husband could not be contained and could not settle for only one woman, and she was greatly supportive of him fucking most of the women who came through. Jane, Evelyn, Yanagi, his sister... a rotating door of women united mostly by being girls with fat asses for his huge dick to conquer, something they had in common with Trigger.
"Yeah, we can," said Wise, rising up from Burnice, excessive amounts of cum oozing out of her while she lay smouldering on the bed. "You just behave for a bit, okay? Edge yourself until I get back if you want, but I need to take care of my wife."
"Daddy, I want more cock!" whined Burnice, but he was already off of the bed, a fistful of Trigger's plump ass in his hand so he could lead her to their bedroom and fuck her into submission.
That he'd spent hours fucking Burnice raw was of no concern for him, a job he was happy to move on to with his insatiable appetite and his endless desire for more pussy. He got her onto the bed, face-down and ass-up in familiar surrender to his cock, and he got happily to the core of slamming his cock to the hilt in her pussy, holding her down and drilling into her hole without a shred of care. "How's that feel?" he asked.
"Perfect!" gasped Trigger. "Please, Wise, fuck me. Fuck your wife. Don't forget that you have the woman of your dreams in your bed waiting for you whenever you're done fucking these sluts." Trigger was proud of how she kept her man coming back for more, who he could always turn his gaze away from his flings to pound her senseless. It was a vital sort of ecstasy to keep her feeling good about herself and keep savouring the insanity swaying every which way through the simple rush of pleasure and chaos getting to her now. There was a lot to have to give in to.
Deep slams from Wise fell into he familiar groove of what he loved most, coming back to his wife and tending to her needs. Her pussy was drenched, a result of her enhanced senses leaving her having to hear and smell all the bimbo fucking going on in the spare room. There was nothing but utter madness to be found in all this chaos, and the calamity was one best solved with the earnest embrace of wild chaos sending her to Pound Town. Wise was reckless and overbearing in his attentions forward now. There was only the incredible relief of uncontrollable lust, the brilliant pressure and greed of laying into her and fucking her utterly dumb. Knowing how to make an impact, Wise nothing back in the chaos and the hunger throwing him deeper. There wasn't anything but pure insanity to be found in giving up to this.
So engrossed in fucking his wife, Wise didn't hear the footsteps coming up on him and was caught off guard by the grip of hands on his ass cheeks and someone spitting onto the hole. He yelped out in surprise, only to be met with, "I can't wait, daddy," from Burnice, who shoved her tongue up his ass. "if I have to wait for your cock again I'm going to help you cum faster," she tried to say, but with her tongue fluttering around his rim it came out clumsy and incomprehensible. It didn't matter; she shoved in tight, letting the pleasure propel her into the sloppiest of attentions, the greedy hunger that she was ready to push on with in careless shows of wicked desire. Her tongue worked with wriggling obsession to praise him with all she had; Burnice was obsessed with Wise and obsessed with his cock.
He'd created a monster.
But the monster was tongue-deep in his ass while he fucked his wife, a hot fantasy that drove him to pound harder into Trigger's snug, drenched cunt. "We're gonna have to keep her," he teased, slamming into her ass and tugging her back against him, throwing his body into the back and forth euphoria of feverish delights, indulging in unstoppable motions back and forth, refusing to slow down the pace that propelled him harder onward. "She's too good."
Trigger couldn't complain with him fucking her so hard, knowing this was definitely a bit much and a concerning sign, but she was so caught up in the throes of mad ecstasy that that didn't matter. She was giving in noisily to these attentions, hopeless fevers and excitements to keep needing this all, the pleasure that built without any real restraint or hesitation. Clutching at the sheets, she let him keep fucking her, let him rail her while his bimbo slobbered all over her ass. She could hear it all so vividly even above the storm of fleshy impacts from Wise's body crashing against hers. The pleasure rushing through her here proved to be such a stubborn mess of bliss and excitement she had conflicted feelings about, but drowning under the throes of what he was capable of, she understood the value of just accepting it, of letting this happen and letting Wise have his plaything.
Boundaries were probably important for Wise to establish with Burnice to avoid problems and keep the house running smoothly. he was a married man and he did need time with his wife in peace. On the other hand, having his ass devoured while he drilled into the hot blonde in front of him was such a brilliant burst of passion to give in to that he found it impossible to hold it back, the pleasures throwing him into the deep end of raw passion while he fucked her deep and mad, the overbearing greed carrying him to want more of this, lost to the impossibility and the fever of letting it all loose. He had such eager desires now, the straightforward hunger and the lust that carried him to just let it all go, giving in hotter to the idea that within these desires was everything he needed. He pulled Trigger back against him, dominating her with ravenous intent and letting these intense needs bring him to the brilliant conclusion of all of his desires. He tried to have it both ways and decided any trouble with Burnice being such a whore was for him to solve at a later time that wasn't now, when balls deep in Trigger.
Her moans fuelled him, but so did Burnice's, a complicated mess of excitement coming at him from both ends, fuelling his desires keeping up the messier excitement, so much spectacular excitement and deepening warmth that he had to accept, the throbbing desire keeping him needing more of this. His cock was there to claim her, and all he had to do was keep riding it out, dominating his little slut of a wife and letting the bimbo pick up the slack on eating ass to help out. There was something so simple about the sublime rush of throbbing passion hitting her here, the feelings of drowning euphoria and warmth to be conquered by. Wise was certain he could handle this, certain he could find solutions. He kept such a tight shop with all the women addicted to his cock, he could make it work.
Making it work began in that moment with slamming balls deep into Trigger, cramming her full of his dick and making her scream out in obsessive passion as she came for him, thrashing back and forth in the throes of simple bliss, the sublime chaos and the craving hunger of things she had no idea how to manage. There was just too much pleasure in these suffocating excitements to have to face, the crushing ecstasies and molten excitement of a simple lust bringing them together. With a hard groan and a smack across her ass, eh creampied Trigger in reckless domination, savouring how good it felt to claim her and to make her give up to him in full, the crumbling passion of these obsessive lusts, a delight and a heat that made clear just how far gone she was, and how happy she was to be gone. Trigger screamed for his cum, taking the raw load and allowing herself to fall to pieces while this all built up beyond sense.
The instant he pulled out of Trigger, Burnice was upon him, rolling Wise around to face her and slamming herself down onto his cock, not only not minding that it was drenched with another woman's juices, but liking it more that way. Gagging him down and throwing herself into sublime overdrive, Burnice continued to revel in the impatience and the hunger taking her deeper. There wasn't anything that could be done here to slow down this spectacular crash, a burning greed making her feel the weight of these overbearing satisfactions. "Really?" he groaned, surprised by just how urgently she threw herself at this and how ready Burnice was to go all out.
Rising up, she moaned, "Daddy, I'm a bimbo! What am I supposed to do if I'm not getting fucked?" She giggled and rolled her eyes, then wrapped her plump lips back around his cock, smearing red lipstick down his shaft while she threw all she had into the joy of sucking him down, relentlessly seeking the eagerness and the passion of these merciless wants, warming greed making for the wildest, messiest of pleasures. Burnice gagged him down in a storm of pure obsession, slapping her pale tits and bringing them down to his base to try and handle just how much dick there was. Her bimbo tits were still hardly any match for the sheer glory of his cock, but they were the biggest, plumpest, closest there was to any tits being able to handle it. Burnice had to do her best, fulfilling her bimbo duties to keep up the messiest, most merciless of pleasures, feelings she was powerless to make sense of, but wanting so badly to embrace, giving in to the merciless vigor of her unstoppable lust. There wasn't any good way to contain herself while letting go this much, embracing the pleasure so demanding and so sloppy within her, ripped apart by such simple and primal desires. She felt the delight do to her things she couldn't make any sense of.
Wise couldn't argue with that, lying back and letting her bob along his cock, letting her throw herself into the deep embrace of unstoppable, unhesitating desire. There felt like so much for him to have to keep up with in trying to handle her, but he was just letting it take him, letting these bursts of spectacular need push him to feel the excitement of letting it all go. Uncontrollable greed and pure excitement threw him into overdrive as he seized her pigtails, yanking her down. "If you mean it, then fucking mean it," he groaned.
Burnice was a special girl in this state. A messy bimbo too ruthlessly committed to losing herself to his cock to have things like a preservation instinct. Oxygen wasn't necessary for her. 'Oxygen' wasn't even a word she could probably say straight even without his cock in her mouth. Her fake, too-perfect, too-round tits and her full lips worked overtime to please him, throat stuffed and stretched out to receive his cock and to keep riding out the pleasures and excitements of giving in to all of this, the unrelenting heat to keep him throwing everything he had into this. The pleasure threw him into overdrive, the persistent chaos keeping up something brilliant and maddening, senselessly pushing him to the excitement of giving in, letting the pleasures all build up to something exhaustingly grand in its intention and its scope, demanding that she fall apart for him, and fall apart she did.
"She's unstoppable," Trigger gasped, rising up to watch, leaning against her husband and placing ah and on his chest. Kisses trailed along his neck and his jaw while Trigger savoured this. "I can hear every squelch in her throat. And her pussy is dripping onto the floor." To Trigger, it was as loud as a leaky faucet keeping someone up at night. She was too aware of all of it, and she couldn't believe it. "If you keep her, she's going to be trouble."
"If I don't keep her, she'll be even more trouble," Wise shot back. He kept his grip on her pigtails, using her pink-highlighted blonde locks for leverage to keep her gagging and sputtering on his dick, forced back and forth in hopeless surrender. "Look at her. She'd suck New Eridu dry."
"So that's your excuse? You're such a stud that you're the only man who can keep her under control?"
"Am I wrong?" Wise teased. He was confident in himself, confident in his cock, and confident that he could keep Burnice as close to 'in line' as anyone could.
Trigger sighed, moving up to his lips and conceding defeat with a kiss, accepting that he was absolutely correct no matter how much she wished he wasn't. There was no denying the fact that Burnice was absolutely over the line, an over the top presence completely gone and demanding special treatment and understanding. She accepted that, and continued to slide deeper while giving in to that pleasure. "As long as you keep some cock for me. And the others."
"I think I can manage, but we'll need to take special steps."
The entire conversation was well over Burnice's head. Gluking up a storm while tending to his cock, the selfless spiral down into dizzy joy left her unable to think clearly and unwilling to listen. Everything she did was simply a push toward hotter euphoria, the dizzying urgency of pulsating greed making her need to give in, losing herself to the hotter ground of letting herself be ruled by this lust. She continued her mad deepthroat obsession, keeping up a pace of frantic worship for his dick while getting yanked down, treated to the harsh insistence that made her certain eh was liking this, that she was able to get away with all her misbehavior like a good bimbo brat should. She didn't have any restraint left in her while gobbling down his cock, loving the feeling of making him give her everything she wanted and refusing to hold it together with even a second of restraint.
The throb of Wise's dick in her mouth carried Burnice to keep sucking, keep titfucking, and Wise was happy to ride it out and keep her giving in, loving the dominance he held so easily over this situation and craving the spectacular burst of joy awaiting him as he let it all rip him to pieces. Burnice yanked up, grabbing his dick with both hands and deviously giggling, "3... 2... 1... fire!" As if command, Wise let loose a blast of cum all over Burnice's face, like a rocket firing off in gooey spectacle, the excitement and the heat of this messy joy leaving him to thrash in uncontrollable hunger through the pleasures taking him, the unstoppable need and the warmth of letting go. Her face and her tits took on the incredible flood of cum, screams of joy ringing out as she screamed, "This is why I love my daddy much!" while it painted her.
Wise lay back, staring at the cum-dripping bimbo in front of her and feeling like he had something special going on here. What? He wasn't sure yet. Maybe Burnice would prove too much for him in the end. He doubted that. But she was already showing some pretty concerning signs of not being able to share so well, a problem for a man who loved to be shared, but for the moment, he liked what he saw, and he was sure he had a problem on his hands that he could deal with. He just had to figure out how.
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The Sons of Calydon wanted to pop in as a surprise; they wanted to see how well Burnice was being treated and figured the best way to get the truth was to just abruptly pop in and see for themselves if Wise was doing things right or if she was being mistreated in her bimbo exile. They didn't know exactly what would quality as being treated 'right' here, just that they wanted to make sure Burnice was okay, having been weeks removed from seeing their friend. Every update they got was just that she was still a bimbo, still complexly cock-brained and unable to function properly. And maybe she was. She even probably was. But they needed to make sure, and the best way to do that was to all drop in to Random Play at the same time and hope for the best.
What they were greeted with was Belle standing with bags under her eyes at the counter. "They're upstairs," she said, voice flat and lacking in much life. She usually had more pep than that, but she knew why they were here and she had no time to fake enthusiasm for it.
The gang looked at one half of their proxy team in surprise, but they decided to just keep moving, heading upstairs to see what was going on in Wise's room. As they approached the stairs, they could already hear wails of need.
"Daddy, please! Please, I've been a good girl, daddy, I want your cock so bad!"
The sounds of Burnice's hopeless, primal wails stood out in frustrating clarity; there was no question as to whose voice that was and why it would be in such a noisy messed of brilliant bliss. The wailing spectacle and frustration behind that call was a bit of a concerning mess, but they rushed up to see what was going on in the hopes it wouldn't be too bad or too crazy. They pushed into his room to find that it was a whole lot more than they could have expected.
Wise had upstairs Yanagi, the pink-haired, big-titted slut wrapping her limbs around his strong body while getting bounced on his cock. She moaned at a normal volume for his cock while his strong hands dug into her ass cheeks and he pounded without mercy up into her tight hole, claiming her snug hole with such a direct, easy need, the pursuit of all the hottest lusts getting him clear and steady in this. There wasn't any racing here toward anything too crazy, his focus set on making the most of this and on keeping her giving in to this attention.
But over on the side of the room was Burnice, hands tied behind her back, a collar around her neck, and a leash holding her to his bedpost so that she couldn't get into trouble. Burnice's bimbo proportion were all the same, save perhaps for the swell of a belly bump where she was starting to show signs of being pregnant, a sight that only shocked her friends further as they tried to take in the sheer indecency and spectacle of this mess, a situation they had absolutely no idea how to account for while the pleasures played out noisier and brighter.
"Oh, hey," Wise said, looking over to the Sons of Calydon with a firm nod. "Don't worry about Burnice, I'm going to let her free soon, she's just a bit jealous lately, she doesn't like it when I'm fucking other women."
"And I have needs too!" Yanagi gasped, holding tightly onto him. "Nothing to get my tensions out of me after a long day than to come visit my favorite stud." The fed was loud about her wants, fucked senseless by the huge cock and savouring how fast she was crumbling for this huge cock. She needed it after her long and stressful day of being the only thing keeping her department intact.
"She's tied up!" Caesar gasped.
"Yeah, because she starts dragging women off of me if I don't."
"But you're making her watch," Lucy noted.
"I want to watch! I don't want daddy's cock to ever be out of my sight!" Burnice shouted. "I want his big fat daddy dick to own me, not this stupid pink-haired bitch. My ass is fatter than yours!"
Wise sighed, keeping up the pace and pounding into Yanagi, doing his best not to let anything get away from him while he used her, driven by the overwhelming hunger and the fever of the pleasures and passions necessary to keep up with this insanity. The madness of this situation left him doing his best to keep up with all these spectacular worries, a dizzying persistence that focused above all else on making the most of fucking her and keeping himself steady. Yanagi's moans were louder, shakier, until finally she was screaming out in joy and receiving one of his outsized loads, the flood of cum pumping into her. His grunting, efficient, steady orgasm was a nice counterpoint to the insanity happening in the corner that he did his best to shut out, and the flood of molten spunk filling Burnice made a steady wreck of her all the same.
Pulling out of Yanagi, Wise let her ease down onto the edge of the bed before he moved over to Burnice, uncuffing her and unclasping her leash from her collar, freeing Burnice up to bounce in jiggly vigor over toward Yanagi. For all her yelling at the woman, she was now shameless about diving into start eating the creampie out of her, tongue jamming forward to scoop and toy with every drop she could get of the delicious spunk filling her up. Yanagi shivered through the afterglow, a hand grabbing the back of Burnice's head to ride out this fascination. "What a strange mess you are."
Wise got up behind Burnice, seizing her round hips and slamming into her from behind, starting in on giving her the deep pounding she deserved. "Yes, daddy, breed your bimbo breeding bitch. That's why my name starts with a B, too!" Giggling through her delight, she shoved back in, continuing to eat the creampie out of Yanagi and seek the cum she decided rightfully belonged to her. She was tireless, greedy, filled with the throbbing need to vent out all of her most drastic desires.
"She's been like this the whole time," Wise said. 'We've looked into getting her cured, but we're not making any headway. If you want her back you can have her, but I don't think you're going to want to deal with that."
The Sons of Calydon watched awestruck at not only the level of hedonism going on, but the sheer efficiency of it. Of Wise moving from one of his flings to Burnice with such swiftness, having the bimbo tied up and unable to interfere, only for her to then throw herself at Yanagi with such ravenous intensity that it made clear she really was that far gone. There felt like so little anyone could do about it, a look into how much of a mess their friend had become. Wise may have been tying her up to watch him fuck other women, but that may have been the most merciful thing t do with her.
"Looks like she's in good hands," Caesar said, her voice strained by the sheer nonsense in front of her. "Are you having fun, Burnice?"
"Being owned by daddy makes me so happy, thanks for selling me to be his slutty sex slave."
"We didn't sell y--" Pulchra started to say in objection, only for a hand on her shoulder to cut her off. Shaking her head, Lucy told her to just let it go. There wasn't any room in the middle now for any shred of sense. Burnice was truly gone, and whether she ever came back, they weren't sure. But at least until she did, she could be the problem of Wise instead of all of theirs, right?
Wise smirked. "I'll keep taking good care of her," he promised, drilling into his knocked-up bimbo plaything. He'd solved how to deal with her worst impulses, and now he was delighted to just keep having the fun he could with her for as long as it took. Maybe she never got better. He wouldn't have minded.