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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

Another night, another batch of strippers ripe for the taking. Eric had plans. He just had to wait patiently for the club to close – he would spring his trap when it was just him and them. Nobody else.

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, tanned skin, and breasts that were incredibly large, but given her height, their proportions were just staggering.

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 Emerald's 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 boarding on precognitive. She is in the same boat as poor Kiara, not quite that smart, but unlike Kiara, Ari was a sweetheart and did have some street smarts to walk her through the narrow corridor of life.

They all sat at the bar in order of height, unintentionally. Emerald was on one end, Kiara on the other, lodged right in the middle of skinny pale Ari. Eric was behind the bar, pouring drinks. The least he could do for the shenanigans he had planned.

They all enjoyed the wind-down, but their mind soon turned to money. Always money. Couldn’t blame them. They worked hard for their money. They all did, Eric included. Eric didn’t need to count his money, nobody was going to shove anything down his pants or in the briskly unbuttoned collar of his tailored suit. And this didn’t happen merely because he was a manager, he was what one might consider an enforcer, a bouncer of sorts. This was not his job, but he looked the part so well that he held the dual position.

The shots were taken by the girls, their hands busy producing money from, well, just about anywhere. Hell, Kiara, doubling down on her size, produced some dough from her perspex platform heels which strapped pretty much all the way to her knees.

Kiara was fetching in a rather tiny slip of material that barely managed to cover her goodies, it was teal and caught the lights in such a spectacular way that she might as well be sparkling. It wasn’t gaudy, but it was just enough to make it totally legal, and alluring before her was a nasty, wrinkled, unorganized, uncouth pile of money, folded and crumpled.

The Emerald wore a stunning ensemble consisting of a gold-sequined bra with tassels that highlighted her big breasts, paired with a matching gold-sequined thong that hugs her small but perky ass. Much like all strippers, she doubled down on her own characteristics and took her hereditary and ran with it, so to complete the outfit it included a sheer shawl draped over her hips, which added a touch of mystery and allure to her performance. She wasn’t going to give the goods for free, but she would tease. Her short height was accentuated by a pair of sky-high heels that elongated her legs and enhanced her stature… which not even heels could satisfy. From thong, bra, money was produced and laid out flat on the table, she deliberately sawed the billed on the corner of the bar to straighten them before piling them into one giant tower.

Ari, well, Ari didn’t have much to show, but that didn’t stop her from trying to flaunt it, and she was pretty much universally successful at it. She didn’t have high heels on, but she did have stockings, and she wore something that covered the skin. Hers was a game of revealing just the right amount of flesh. The redhead was the Goldilocks of the club. And her money? Scattered everywhere. All over the counter.

The girls clank their glasses, and Eric joined. They all drank. Done deal. His was a different batch of liquor. Theirs? All the same. It would work practically instantly and the effects would be divine.

The effects were pretty much immediate, indeed. Though it was slowly going to take full effect, the onset was quite, quite tantalizing. Their attention was lesser, their eyes darted this way and that. This wasn’t to say they were stupid, or particularly agitated or mindless, but they were certainly undergoing something that suspiciously looked like they were taking what amounted to good drugs.

They zoned out for a moment, little bubbles of giggles teetering from their mouth. They dug deep to keep their wits about them. Where one might be able to multitask, they could not. They lost all grip of what was going on around them and invested their fractured, dumbed-down attention to counting the money.

It must have been a holdover from their last thoughts. They were intended to count, and so they prized that thought above all others. Ari, however, didn’t much fall onto the task. She just looked at her stack of cash, crumpled and scattered as if suffering a storm. She looked at the other girls, her efforts were not good enough, “Did I, like, do well tonight? My pile is bigger and much.”

“No, you dummy. You have to count it.” Kiara responded though she was very much at a loss. Kiara pointed a finger at one of her bills and said “One.. Two…” And listed them as she went, counting how many bills she had, not the value.

They struggled through. Very much so. Instead, their attention wandered from the actual count of cash to the cash itself. They eyed each other amounts and left their own neglected.

Emerald judged by her stack that she had less money, purely from its size, and was rather crestfallen by it.

Eric smirks, seeing them struggle to count. When they failed numerically, their attention faltered and gravitated toward the other's stacks of cash. While Kiara seemed to have the bigger stack, that didn’t stop her from pointing at Ari, “Why do you have so much money?”

Ari cocked her head, and looked to her stack of cash, then Kiara’s, then back again. Ari, or rather, Airy, was the clear winner because of how her bills were crumpled up, but still, that didn’t change the fact that she thought that hers was less. An accusing finger pointed to Kiara, “How did you get so much?”

“Me? You got more.” This devolved pretty fast. Each girl was under the assumption the other made the most. It was then, really, that the vapidity started to shine crystal clear because they never could figure out who made how much, just that the others made money. It was a zero-sum game. If someone got any money, then the other felt left out or lost of that money.

It was Emerald who realized that if she wanted more, she needed to get more. And there were only two others here, well, and Eric, but he was so quiet and she barely registered him – and he didn’t have a stash of cash on the bar either. Emerald slithered over to Airy, a coquettish smirk on her face, lush lower lip sucked into her mouth, the best, smokiest, fuck me eyes known to man, all honing in on poor, poor Airy.

Emerald gyrated her gigantic breasts against the rail-thin redhead, a playful hand running up and down the side of her co-worker, teasing her in all manners of femininely wile wild ways, “You know how to get this gold off me, it's just gunna take a little green.”

Kiara remained perfectly confused. Confused at what was going on, confused at what was going to happen. But the moment that Airy took a bill and snapped it right into that golden bra, or what passed as a bra, she understood. Instinctively.

And so Kiara made use of her ass-ets by twirling around and rubbing her cheeks against Airy’s hips, just brushing, teasing, “I have something that she doesn’t. What are you, ass or tits kind of girl?”

Airy was so unprepared that she couldn’t think straight, straighter, or at all. She mindlessly took more and more of her money and pushed it into straps of bras and panties, as many as she could find. Each girl looked like a peacock with money flailing from their straps.

Airy was no match for the two as they devoured her, forcefully guiding her to the bar stool. They flanked her, leaving her no choice. Emerald's golden-clad breasts shoved into her face, that dump truck of an ass covered by teal was resting right on her lap. Airy looked so small and diminutive beside those massive fleshy orbs being thrust against her figure.

They all giggled together.

“Want more of this, you gotta pay!” They both teased, sensually, working harder than hard for their money.

Emerald ditched her sheer shawl and exposed her mocha sun-kissed flesh. A few more dollars coaxed her bra off, but her nipples still had their golden tassels that swung with heaving bosom into Airy’s face, motor boating her.

This is when Kiara stepped up her game, her meaty thighs, and succulent ass sashayed between both females. They were all exchanging money, well, all but Airy – she was far too taken aback to think. She was just there for the ride.

And to pay for the ride.

Kiara was smart though, and not relative either. She took out many of her bills, put it on the counter, and asked Eric for a bottle --- which, dutifully he produced.

Kiara dampened herself, slicking, shimmering, shining her body, pouring the content on her, highlighting her ass-ets, making her glimmer in the neon strobe lights of the club. She went on the attack then, using her ass as a battering ram, shoving Emerald out of the way. When alone, she slipped her panties off with grace and smothered her naked, wet pussy against the other leg. Rubbing her snatch against nylons. Rubbing so that her ass was pointed right on up for a good ole eye candy show for the money dispenser.

Airy wanted to give. She had little left, but she did.

But without anything to shove it in, she wondered where to put it.

So she did what society has trained everybody to do, she tried to put it into the pussy like it was a vending machine.

Didn’t work.

Didn’t matter. The thirsty humping crumpled the bill and allowed it right into her greedy snatch.

Emerald, liberated browned tits bouncing, approached and realized that the money-dispenser was out of cash. She noticed where a big ole bouquet of money was. She got onto her hands and knees and moved into position.

Kiara didn’t notice this, in her feverish want to impress and delight for money from Airy, and was caught off guard by a pair of teeth gently snatching bill after bill from her wet, sleek pussy. Kiara didn’t take long to respond, getting ready to feed all that money into that mouth.

But that was when Airy flippantly chuckled, “I’ll just make more tomorrow.”

They all knew that Airy made the most, even if she actually didn’t.

“You don’t have anything to work though, it isn’t fair,” Kiara said to Airy.

Emerald joined in also, heaving her hefty breasts up like trophies as if this was what the deciding factor was, “Yeah, no fair. She’s cheating!” Emerald said … saliva, pussy dripping crumpled bills wilting from her mouth.

Odd, both of the girls were near straight pornographic ness and they wanted to bitch about this. They literally had all the money right now.

“She’s flat as a round ball. It's not fair, it's not fair!”

Emerald took a handful of those bills, crushed them in her fist, and shoved it down the blouse of her flat-chested friend.

“There! Now you aren’t all skinny like.” Emerald said.

Airy flailed a little, shoving her hand down and trying to pull up the wad of cash. This just encouraged Kiara to give her two cents. Perhaps more than two cents. They fell onto her like rabid animals, stuffing her with all their money, to make her have the appearance of having big breasts and a gigantic ass. After all, those qualities didn’t much work for them.

Airy hastily stripped. Completely naked, getting rid of the money like it was the plague.

The three girls fell onto each other, pushing money into the competition's laps. The object of making money wasn’t a thing anymore, it was about making their opponent less appealing to others by enhancing them with cash surgery.

Emerald looked at her stack of bills, distributed by their values of 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, 100. She started to count herself, starting at the bottom of the numerical value. But, she made the same mistake, and when she switched to the 5’s, she counted them all as ones.

Quantity, not quality, they suffered.

Kiara abandoned her stack, there was too many numbers, too many to keep track of. Now, Eric could tell that she had re-counted easily the whole pile twice over, but it was when she announced it herself that Eric realized her frustration, “Did I count this?”

Kiara’s solution was a very, very natural one. Push them over to one side when they were accounted for. This solved nothing, for when she got to ten, she looked back and forth at the piles and started to recount from one. She completely and continually forgot which pile was meant for what. Was this one for money counted, or uncounted.

And of course, the confusion was very apparent on her face. Eric could see how counting was a problem, or separating was an issue, but together? Poor Kiara had steam coming out of her ears. He could see each turn of confusion, and renewed confusion.

Luckily, these girls had lost so much of their intelligence and mental trappings that they couldn’t summon the will to be frustrated, or angry … Just… Just lost in a vast ocean of knowledge. Each step they took into it, they drowned anew.

Emerald was finding the same issue, counting was just not her thing. But Emerald was smart in a dumb way, and took her entire stack of piles and counted them in piles of five bills. One, two, three, four, five … One, two, three …. And so on.

Ari gazed over at her neighbor, Emerald, and tilted her head, “Those are different.”

Emerald moved on to the ten-dollar bills. And they did, indeed, look different, for they were tens and not fives.

“They all have different pictures on them.” Kiara said, tilting her head, looking at the bills that Emerald was counting.

“What comes after ten?” Ari said, a little guilty look on her face. That was a good sign, nothing like knowing your stupid when you are stupid.

“One one?” Emerald said thinking to herself, and like lightning, she took ten bills, added one more, and she said “One-One.” She was proud, and damn it, the way she raised herself up, she looked taller than Kiara, especially because the blonde was arced over her money, looking hotly at it.

Eric couldn’t believe it, but his astonishment melted into laughter in a mere moment.

Emerald took one more bill and gently placed it on the stack of eleven bills, “One-One-One.” And another bill, “One-One-One-One.”

And with just one more bill, she stacked them all nice and prim and proper, “Five! I got five!”

Ari, or rather, Airy, looked at her bundle of bills and started to crush them together into one big ole ball, “Mines bigger!” She said with glee.

They were too far gone to be venomous and they definitely didn’t have an ego either. They were just vapid dumb ass bitches struggling in the laborious department of counting.

Kiara stood up and went to Emerald. They were quite the contrast of individuals, and their good looks and hues highlighted the other, “But if that is Five,” She indicated at the stack of fifteen different denominated bills in one stack, “then what is this?” She counted of five to put into a smaller stack.

Emerald couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. She counted one stack – Five – and then the other smaller one – Five -.

This different was stunning to them. They looked at it like a curious oddity, like some magic trick. And damn it, they tried to pancake the stacks to see if they would be the same size. They weren’t. They recounted, again, just to be sure. Sure enough. Emeralds method of counting yielded five --- repeatedly.

Airy toyed with her ball of wadded money, batting it around to and fro until she caught something out of her eye, it was a unique bill that she hadn’t seen. In fact, she gazed at it before peeling it away from the thick ball, straightened it out. Once done, she sifted through her ball of money, to find another of its kind.

Nothing.

While the other girls were busy trying to contemplate how or why Five looked oh so very different, Airy crispy snapped the bill before them, “This looks rare.”

The math equation and complexities disappeared as the girls all looked at that brand spanking new two dollar bill.

It was true. Nobody had one. Only her.

Dumb or not, they knew rarity when they saw it.

They oohhhed and ahhhed at it for some time. The lights behind them flashing and strobbing, Eric watched as the girls tried to size up the value of the two dollar bill – as if its value wasn’t indicated by its denomination.

That was when Kiara went rogue, not quite fascinated at the two dollar bill. If she was aware, she’d notice what Eric noticed – Emerald buying the two dollar bill with a few hundreds. Because… rare.

Instead, Kiara troubled herself with counting again.

One to Ten. Then One to Ten. On and on she went until she was finished, satisfied.

“So how much do you have?” Eric gently prodded poor Kiara.

“Seven dollars!” She burbled excitedly. A massive number, “That’s enough for stuff right?”

Seven was the last number she counted and not the sum totality of the stack. Poor girl just couldn’t contemplate anything higher than the last string of counted numbers.

Eric watched as the girls continued their complete zero brained attempt at counting.

Emerald, with her last remains of money, realized that each bill had a number four times. On each corner. Bless her heart, she reattempted a count but counting each bill four times.

He poured another cocktail for the girls and a stiff one for himself. This was going to be a long night.