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M x f x f Bimbofication IQ Drain Mindbreak humiliation funny body transformation

Description: The owner of a nightclub gets some sexy ideas with two strippers and a waitress. Mind control, bimbos, and negative IQ galore.

Tags: Bimbofication, IQ Drain, Mind Control, Mindbreak, Transformation, Humiliation, Humor, Funny, Comical, Group Sex, Abuse, Master, Slave, Domination, Submission, Huge Breasts, Huge Ass, Breasts Expansion, Dick Expansion, Ass Expansion

Their shift ended at the gentleman's club, an upscale strip bar and restaurant where many babes shook their stuff to coax the wealthy men and lechers to giving their hard-earned cash to them. Having been around for forty years, this club has been able to remain in business despite having switched multiple owners and gone through several rough patches. There were quite a lot of unruly scumbags that wanted to take the strippers that worked here and turn them into concubines, and that usually led to bloody conflicts that could shut the place down for days if not weeks.

But tonight was a good night, a whopping five hundred customers entering the club and splurging their money on high-end booze, lap dances, and titty shakes on the pole. Enough cash had been tossed out to ensure a few hundred dollars for each stripper. The girls were gonna sleep well tonight, three of them convening together at the main pole-dance area of the club now that closing time was here and the last of the customers have been ushered out by the bouncers. They were all relatively new members of the dance-force, but they are pulling in some serious cash.

Emerald was the gem of the desert, to which is how her stage name came to be. She was a short, thick middle eastern girl. Short, as in, five foot nothing with shoes on. She lacked the behind of a dancer, but her endearing, gentle, honest, and helpful personality really set her apart from most dancers – most people to be honest. She had short crisp cut dark hair, brown eyes, and breasts that were incredibly large, but given her height, their proportions were just staggering… it was her massive plush breasts that were probably the main attraction and selling point.

Kiara was significantly taller, especially when side by side with 'Lil Emerald', a pet name conjured up to tease Emerald. She was perhaps the opposite, the counterpart of all that was the middle eastern friendly doe, for whatever Emerald lacked, she had, and what Kiara didn't have, Emerald did indeed possess. Kiara was tall, complete with fat ass, thick thighs, but her breasts were merely a handful, if that. And just as much as Emeralds tiny body enhanced her excessive and massive breasts, Kiara's tall body seemed to make her chest rather pitiful. She was loud, naive, and rather inexperienced about the world. She painted her body with tattoos to compensate that fact though.

Ari was a skinny redhead, long hair and straight, not even a hundred pounds, but with her lacking in all departments needed to work in the dancing field asset wise, she accommodated and acclimated by working those curves extra hard. She could do things none else could do, most importantly, she almost instinctively knew when to work it, her timing bordering on precognitive. She was in the same boat as poor Kiara, not quite that smart, but unlike Kiara, Ari was a sweet heart and did have some street smarts to walk her through the narrow corridor of life.

Each of them counted the bills they collected through twerking on the platforms and giving their sluttiest performances, Ari managing to bag the most money for the night. With her left hand gripping the bills, her right flitted through them to tally up her earnings: six hundred dollars. That fat, victorious grin on her face was unmistakable, licking her upper lip from right to left when imagining the new shoes she could buy with this money. “We struck gold, girls. We really got a lot tonight!" She said, kissing the wad of cash with her red-painted lips.

Kiara giggled at the greedy look on her friend's face, bringing her left hand to rub against the top of the skinny chick's scalp. “Try not to splurge it all away in the span of a night." A flushed look appeared on Ari, later on wiggling her dollars over at Kiara in a dismissive tone.

“I save my money, don't worry. Gonna go get myself a big house on the beach side soon."

As for the middle eastern gemstone, Emerald, she hugged the other two in a way that brought their faces toward her massive knockers. “We should spend the night together at my place. Drink it up, party it up, jill it up. We earned it!"

Oh boy, whenever Emerald wanted to celebrate a hard night's dancing and stripping, that usually entailed lots of alcohol and roughhousing. Though Kiara grinned at the idea, Ari grimaced at it. “But… we have work tomorrow, too. I don't want to call sick from having punched a hole in my liver." Pulling herself away from the massive-chest.

Emerald flexed her dollar bills before the other two when defiantly stating. “Girls, I have enough to buy a bottle of Exquisite. Top shelf cognac for us all to enjoy."

Kiara curled her back to lower herself enough to nibble at Emerald's ear. “You just want to act big and strong since you under performed tonight. I've seen your eyes on me for much of the shift, watching all the bank I've been making from people who like tall girls."

That was enough to make the busty short stack cringe in embarrassment. Sighing deeply, she made her way over to the changing rooms, “Whatever. I'll still get wasted tonight because I earned all these bills. Soooo many men were swarming around us."

And so, they made their way to the changing rooms to don their street clothes. Keeping their slutty bikinis and stockings on underneath, they donned their miniskirts, button up tops, and overcoats. Their ride should be waiting for them right outside of the club. Once out of the changing rooms, they hugged each other tightly and kissed at their cheeks. “You all get home safe, you hear?" Emerald said.

The other two nodded.

Pacing their way back over to the main area, they came across their manager, Eric. He just so happened to pour a trio of shots for them to drink, something that was customary at the end of the shift. “Come on, ladies. Don't forget to take your shots."

How could they ever forget? From the bright pink coloration, this appeared to be Bedazzler: a top shelf liquor that had a fruity aftertaste and a strong kick to it. Pacing their way over to the bar, Ari commented first on the drink. “Bedazzler, Eric? That's very expensive!"

Flattered by the gesture, Emerald reached over with her right hand to take the shot glass off the counter top. “You're spoiling us, darling. We're proud to be working under you."

The three girls took their shot glasses and clanked them together, Eric watching with sinister glee as they downed their shots with great haste. Ari coughed a couple of times right after swallowing hers, Kiara retching a bit but managing to keep the drink down. All three gave a simultaneous sigh, putting their shot glasses back onto the bar.

“Man, that's some strong stuff," Emerald commented, the only one not to gag nor cringe when drinking the liquor.

“You all deserve it. You've worked harder than any of the other girls who work here." A hearty laugh followed; sinister undertones noticeable in his chuckle.

Although the girls could feel his sinister intentions, it was far too late to do anything about it. Ari brought her right hand up to point at their manager, but her voice became slurred and vision, blurry. Being the skinniest of the three, she was the fastest to succumb to the effects of the mind-rot formula she had just drank: a formula designed to lower the consumer's IQ. “Whaaaaazzzhuuuu giiiiivvveee uuuuuz."

Briefly, Emerald gawked at her friend in panic; but she also succumbed to the mind-numbing effects of the formula. “Yoooo, yoouuuu aaareee fuuuuucked."

Kiara was the last to fall prey to the effects of the shot, reaching over to grab their asshole of a manager with her right hand before losing the strength to pull him toward her.

Keeping that devilish grin on his face, Eric reached over with his left hand to take the tall girl's wrist. Forcing her hand off his neck, he pulled her toward his face to intercept a kiss. The tall stripper was unable to resist, feeling his tongue wriggling against hers while the cretinous creep moaned against her. His right hand reached over to grope at her left knocker, feeling the accelerated heartbeat indicating both fear and arousal. It was soft, but it wasn't unlike perfection.

"Nmmmh… Mnnnh." Neither of the two onlookers had it in them to pull their friend away from the scumbag that had betrayed them. They could only look on and drool as Kiara was being molested.

The light to which they saw their boss was growing more and more favorable as the serum worked them all equally over. Everybody seemed nice and kind… And everything was just, well, it was just astonishing.

Pulling away to note how dumbfounded and still they appeared, Eric grinned when letting go of Kiara. “Peeeerfect. Now, we have some fun." He pulled away from the trio, away from the bar to converge toward Ari from behind. Ditching his pants and boxers to take out his massive cock, he drove Ari to the ground, opened up her jacket, and peeled up her skirt. From there, he moved her thong to the left to expose that tight pussy of hers. In he went, penetrating her in mating press. His hands rested atop of her outer thighs, aggressively thrusting his shaft in and out of that slit while the dumbed-down stripper moaned heavily without resistance.

“I am a horsey! Ride me. Ride me!" She settled on eventually after trying to refocus her ability to merely talk, in words, sometimes full sentences.

Her hands were above her head, her eyes shimmering in bliss when watching her manager take her without consequence. Ari was totally in love with this sensation.

The other girls stood around, watching, glee in their eyes, they were clapping, as if this was a spectator sport.

Kinda was.

“AAAAAAAHHHH! MY PUUUUSSSYYYY!" Eric didn't settle for surface, he drove completely inside her, driving the entirety of his enormous length in and out of her. The wet sound was so rich and loud that it coated the whole club not just with the slurping suckling sound, but the smell of profuse sex pheromones.

The other two watched with drool falling from their lips, wanting to join in on the fun. Emerald was the first to strip, tossing her jacket onto the floor and taking her massive breasts out. “Please, master… do me, next."

“But I want it too!" Kiara wailed.

“He had one dick, that means only two of us at a time!"

“That means all of us, dumb dumb." Kiara retorted.

“You are cute when your mad." Emerald's eyes flashed green.

Kiara blushed.

“WOAH!" Kiara flailed, Emerald taking her by the head and motor boating her fellow stripper like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“There you go, now you see's why I get all money." Emerald wiggled herself, slapping Kiara in the face, positively and absolutely trying to snuff her with those massive naked mounds.

Seeing this, Eric slowed himself down and then pulled out from Ari, who had the most blissful look known to man etched on her face. He stood up and broke the dumb dykes apart, forcing Emerald (those she wasn't too put out by the treatment) down onto her knees to shove his length between her huge tits.

“You get all the money because all your brains went to your breasts." He commented sharply, slathering and lathering the tight canal of cleavage with saliva and juices a la Ari. His hand lashed out at that wobbly fat ass of Kiara, spanking it, sending it moving like an earthquake, “And hers went to her ass." He jacked a thumb to Ari and laughed, “And you were always dumb to begin with, I think you just got smarter drinking that stuff."

“I did!?" Ari was extremely happy by this praise, “Dumb to less dumb? Or is it more dumb?"

Eric sighed, “Maybe not."

Gripping at Emeralds shoulders while looking into her eyes, he felt those soft, natural melons envelop his phallus as he thrust wantonly against them. The cream from Ari's vagina did a great job at lubricating him, allowing him to move at a fast speed without any discomfort – it was practically a frictionless cloud of jello. The slicking and squeaky noises made was enough to make Emerald nod her head down, jutting out her tongue to poke her apex against his peek-a-booing cock head.

He breathed through gritted teeth, turning his head to the right to see that Kiara had moved to his side to steal a kiss from him.

“This is funnn." She said drunkenly.

Even as their tongues danced and saliva was exchanged, he continued his unyielding thrusting of Emerald's gargantuan knockers. Ari looked at the other two and made her way to the back of Kiara, peeling up her skirt so that she could kiss that tasty ass. She spanked it between kisses, “It doesn't stop! It just keeps moving" Ari and sucked on it each cheek, giving it a crimson hickey where ever her mouth went without shame nor relent. This made Kiara break off the kiss, turning her head behind her. She blinked, seeing nothing.

What was doing that?

The slurping suckling noises caught her attention, she looked down, “Ooooo… You know that is the smartest part of my body?"

Pulling away from that huge rack, Eric gripped at Kiara's legs to suspend her from the ground. Lowering the tall girl onto his cock, he started penetrating her yet again, savagely. Her legs and arms wrapped around his firm and beefy body, moaning aloud while covering his face in pecks and, later on, sucking on his neck to bestow hickeys against it.

He kept this going while Emerald moved behind him and started to bombard his body with her breasts, hands outlining his muscles, just all over him.

Their collaboration was conducive in getting the creep of a manager to ejaculate, filling a heavy load of semen onto Kiara's pussy. It was enough to make her eyes roll up and belt a prolonged, high-pitched holler. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Grunting in delight, he pulled the tall one off his shaft to watch all the semen ooze out of her slit and onto the floor. Watching her crumple onto the floor, he pulled away from the other two when saying, “Good job girls… when you get home, you'll forget about all of this, alright? Now dress up and get outta here." Indeed, the dumbed-down sluts redressed and made their way to the limo, doomed to forget the lechery that just transpired illicitly in this strip club.

The reality was … the IQ drink sometimes wore off.

Sometimes.

But not all the time.

Not even most the time.