THE BIMBASIAN
by Witchman
19 year old Janet Wu rolled her eyes as her mother Helen onished her again for her unkempt room.
Even the earbuds could not muffle the sound of the screeching.
It had been like that for a week now.
After her mother’s SEXI experiment had left her bankrupt, and a subsequent fire at her home due to her SIRI assistant suddenly bursting into flames after an inexplicable pink and purple colored power surge had left her homeless, Helen had had no choice but to reach out for help from her only child; her rebellious daughter.
Helen had been offered a position at one of the local pharmaceutical companies, but the move was sudden, and, despite her distaste for Tompkinsville, she decided to stay with what was familiar.
In an effort to save money, and for the sake of some company, Helen had offered to pay for the rest of Janet’s college education; her daughter having moved out as soon as she had turned 18, paying for her first year at a city university herself with the money she had been saving forever just so she could escape her mother’s Tiger Mom ways.
Janet winced as she ed the piano and French lessons, the forced dates with the sons of Chinese men who were not from Anhui, the constant push to always excel.
Leaving home had been a liberation, so Janet initially had been very reluctant to move to a small city in upstate New York.
Those concerns were soon erased as soon as her mother had driven her into town.
As a way to earn money and rebel against her upbringing, Janet had immediately dyed her hair pink and blonde, and pierced her tongue and navel. She had found work as a stripper, and thought she would have had to give that up upon moving.
Janet immediately felt at home in Tompkinsville upon seeing the numerous strip clubs and such, and felt she would feel right at home.
She also found it somewhat fateful, for she had always had a hypnosis fetish.
Her mother and she clashed immediately.
Helen was expecting it things to be like old times, while Janet demanded more autonomy, as well as maintaining that which she had.
Oddly enough, Janet found Courtlandnt U to be a welcome distraction.
Due to the astonishing frequency with which laptops, cellphones, and devices were hacked and subsequently installed with hidden cameras or mind control spirals, the campus had an 80s feel to it.
It had taken Janet a few weeks to get used to not looking at her, as well as looking at people who had no phones at all.
People spoke to each other more, and genuinely socialized.
While there were political clubs and occasional demonstrations, they were free of the tribalism and anger that permeated most other campuses.
Even when she Janet learned that teacher/student relationships were common, it did not change her opinion of school, but rather made her like it more.
She also liked learning. Granted, some of the teachers were hot, and some did look at her, but Janet was also genuinely learning.
Undecided in her freshman year, Janet was now considering moving into one of the sciences.
A particular chemistry experiment her class was engaged in had her particularly intrigued.
It was research based on one of the research studies that one of the corporations in town had been working on; a gas that could enhance intelligence upon inhalation.
The problem was that the obtained results thus far had proven the opposite.
When istered in liquid form, the mice all died quickly, but a gaseous form proved to be non-fatal.
The gas had no affect on male mice at all, but female mice began to groom themselves more, desire more sex with male mice, as well as increased same sex sexual activity, and displayed diminished cognitive mental functions.
Janet ed the day when she watched one of the female lab mice trying to run a maze, only to bump her head against the wall, then eventually stopping to repeatedly groom herself, uttering squeaks that almost sounded like giggles.
Janet knew she had won the attention of her teacher, as well as the iration of her class, when she herself coined the term “bimbice,” that being “bimbo mice.”
Janet realized her mother Helen was now standing in the doorway, screaming expletives in Cantonese about her hair and halter top.
Janet had 34C breasts, and her mother’s curves, but that was about it.
After her divorce, Helen had ceased to take an interest in her appearance, and devoted herself to her work instead.
Helen was a beautiful woman, but had forgotten that.
What if, she were made to ?
This being Tompkinsville, Janet had a feeling that the experiment would either be shut down, or transferred somewhere else, once people realized that there was a prototype gas that could possibly turn human women into bimbos, so she made a point of g up to do volunteer work at the lab the next day.
It was just a thought, what she was thinking, but the thought was making her really hot, and she could not stop thinking about it.
It was Friday afternoon as Janet knocked on the door to the lab.
Professor Cordwainer, the brilliant but absent minded middle aged chemist, opened the door, his eyes widening behind his thick glasses as he beheld the sight of his sexy sophomore student.
“Hello Professor, I am here to do the volunteer work, “ she said, somewhat more breathily than usual.
The grey-haired, middle aged man’s eyes bulged as they drank in this Asian-American delight.
“Um, yes, Janet, do come in,” he said, obviously flustered.
Sitting behind his desk to hide his erection, the older educator erotically acknowledged that despite his years as a teacher, he still could not fathom just how incredibly beautiful and scantily dressed most of his female students were; CU having a very relaxed public dress code.
His cock twitched as he ed all the times he had failed to keep his objectivity, and had succumbed to a sexy blowjob or more, in exchange for better grades.
Janet, however, was one of his better students, and very engaged in the bimbice experiment.
With that said, the sexy young coed leaned forward, playing with with a large green pendant at the end of a sexy gold chain around her naughty nape.
“Professor, the experiments have determined that the serum developed cannot enhance intelligence, but rather, diminishes it in female lab mice; as well as boosting their sex drive and focus on personal appearance,” she said, not telling the befuddled older man anything he did not already know.
It just sounded hotter coming from Janet.
“Yes, that is true,” he said, trying not to notice that Janet was leaning over his desk now, coming in closer so he could smell her heavily perfumed breasts that were barely restrained behind her sexy black bra; her blouse opened three buttons.
Janet was still playing with the shiny pendant, but with more purpose, moving it slower so that the sexy green light danced over the befuddled professor’s eyes.
“You know, Professor, it would be a shame were this experiment to fall into the wrong hands. Just imagine what would happen were some bad men to use this to hurt helpless young women.”
Leaning closer now, and speaking with sexy seriousness, Janet cravenly continued. “You would not want that, would you, Professor? You wouldn’t want poor, helpless, coeds like myself turned into bimbos, would you?” she cooed, pouting a little.
Professor Cordwainer shifted in his seat. “No,” he whispered.
“You want to do the right thing, Professor. You want to be good. You want to please me. You would like to please me, wouldn’t you, Professor.”
“Yessss,” he sighed.
Janet was moving the pendant faster now. “You could always trust someone else to get rid of all that paperwork, all the mixtures. Someone you trust. Then you could just relax and let go of things. You would like that, wouldn’t you, Professor? It is late in the afternoon and you are tired and sleepy.
All you need to do to relax and let go of things is to give me your device . Then, you can relax, let go of things, and sleep. When you awaken the lab will be clean and you will feel soooooo relieved to know that you do not have to think anymore about this silly, failed, experiment. You want to sleep, Professor. You want to sleep. To sleep. To sleep. Sleep. Sleep, Professor. Sleep.”
Professor Cordwainer’s heavy eyes fluttered shut, his jaw slack.
Janet stared, eyes bright with excitement and arousal.
She had experimented with being hypnotized in college, and had hypnotized her boyfriend a few times, but this was different.
Picking up the Professor’s left wrist, she grinned as she released it, the Professor sighing and falling deeper.
Moving closer, she whispered in his left ear.
“Listen to me, Professor. Listen to the voice inside your mind. You want to obey this voice. You want to please this voice. You want to please me. You will do anything to please me,” she whispered huskily.
“Please you,” the Professor mumbled.
“What is your ,” she whispered.
“Spafunt,” he murmured.
Typing it in, Janet quickly ed all of the Professor’s files, transferring them to her own devices, then deleting his.
She then sent a fake group email to all the investors and s, informing them that the experiment had been a complete failure, and was now considered completed by CU.
She then took the last serum samples, both the gas and liquid forms, and hid them in her backpack.
Finally, Janet cleaned every test tube, bottle, and equipment piece in the lab.
She even mopped.
It was closer to 5pm now, and she shook the still sleeping Professor. “Wake up, Professor,” she cooed.
Blinking, the older man blushed. “Oh, Janet, I must have fallen asleep,” he said, stating the obvious.
Janet smiled. “You must feel so much better now,” she said, gesturing around the room. “The lab is clean, the experiment is done, and now you can relax and let go of things.”
She then turned Cordwainer’s chair, and kneeled between his legs, unzipping the older man’s fly.
Taking out his cock, Janet began to lick the head of his cock.
The Professor moaned as she sucked.
Janet had always loved sucking cock. She had a technique where she would swirl her tongue around the head of the cock, then bob up and down from cock head to balls, making eye all the time.
She always liked the look on their face when they came on her face or in her mouth.
It did not take long for the Professor to cum with a shout, Janet sexily swallowing him all.
Wiping her mouth, Janet said “Thank you, Professor. See you Monday,” blowing him a kiss as walked out the door, taking a small tank with the last of the lab mice.
Professor Cordwainer sighed, then smiled. “Well, I am not here for the money,” he said ruefully to himself.
Janet changed shifts at the strip club so she could get home early.
Poring over the notes in her room, her eyes were wide and her pussy wet as she read the details on the increased sexual activities of the bimbice.
She squirmed in her seat as she thought of her sexy scheme.
Her mother suddenly knocked and then entered, for she felt knocking gave one license to then enter the room before getting a response.
“Janet! What are those filthy creatures doing in my home?” she demanded, pointing towards the mice.
“It’s extra credit for school, Mom. Always stay two steps ahead, ?” Janet countered.
Helen glared at her, realizing that she used to say that to her daughter all the time. “Very well then,” she said, “But I want them out of this house by tonight!” she shouted, slamming the door.
Janet shrugged, then took the tank to her bedroom window, releasing the mice into the wild. “Good luck,” she said, placing down the tank and going to her backpack.
As the unequipped for wild life mice were soon devoured by snakes, fox, and coyote, Janet took the spray bottle and the last bottle of serum, and made left her bedroom.
Knowing in advance that her mother scheduled her bowel movements before having an evening cup of tea, Janet darted into the bathroom and spritzed the colorless, odorless liquid about the sink and tub.
She then went to the kitchen, and started the kettle.
The tea was brewed and poured when Helen entered the kitchen, still in her business suit and shoes.
“Did you boil for ten minutes?” she asked.
Janet paused for a moment. “Yes,Mom,” she responded, taking note of her mother’s demeanor.
It had not changed. Maybe she had not sprayed the bathroom enough?
“Did you hear the noise from the ice maker?” Janet said, pointing to the refrigerator.
When her mother’s head was turned, Janet took the small test tube from her pocket, pouring it onto a tablespoon, then deftly dumping it in her mother’s cup; her pussy leaking as she considered the craven consequences of her erotic actions.
Her mother frowned. “No, I did not. You must be imagining things,” she said, picking up her cup and taking a sip.
Helen’s face scrunched in disapproval. “This tea tastes terrible!” she exclaimed. “What did you do wrong?”
Janet gulped. Sure, the serum was colorless and odorless, but was it tasteless, too?
“Um, I don’t know, Mom. It tastes alright to me. Why don’t you take another sip?” Janet responded, heart pounding as she realized she might have already blown it.
Helen sipped again, but before she could swallow, Janet spoke again. “Now suck,” she said.
Helen looked at her daughter strangely, then sucked the tea under her tongue.
“Now swirl it around in your mouth,” Janet said, speaking slower now, hoping the tea would soon take effect.
“Now swallow,” she said, and her mother did.
There was a brief pause, then Janet gestured toward her mother’s cup. “Now again, Mom. Sip, suck, swirl, swallow,” she said.
Helen took another sip, sucked it under her tongue, swirled it in her mouth, then swallowed.
“Now, once more,” Janet said. “Sip, suck, swirl, swallow.”
Helen obeyed, the put down the cup.
“No, it still does not taste right,” she said reproachfully.
“Well, would you like me to brew you a fresh pot?” Janet asked.
Helen shook her head. “No, you would only....only...”
Janet held her breath, watching her mother frown as she began to struggle with finishing her sentence.
Helen’s face was starting to flush. “Is..is there something wrong with the thermostat?” she asked, squirming a little in her seat.
Janet shrugged. “I don’t know, Mom. Let me check,” she said.
Walking over to the other side of the kitchen, Janet said “No, Mom. It feels okay over here. Let me check the living room.”
Slowly walking into the living room, Janet paused, then said loudly “Feels okay here, Mom. Let me check the dining room.”
Walking to the dining room, Janet paused again, then spoke. “Feels okay here, Mom.”
Walking back to the kitchen, Janet squirmed a little as she noticed her mother was very flushed now, and the smell of womanly arousal was permeating the kitchen.
“I have an idea, Mom, why don’t you go lie down in your bed and check the air in there? You might feel better when you lie down, relax, and let go of things,” she said.
Helen nodded. “Yes, I will do that,” she said, getting up from the table and going to her bedroom without even saying good night.
“Oh, and maybe try leaving your bedroom door open a little, for ventilation,” Janet added.
Helen nodded as she walked away, not responding.
Janet smiled, cleaned up the kitchen, turned out all the lights, then slowly walked to her mother’s bedroom.
Carefully peeking, she almost giggled as she beheld the comical cravenness of her mother’s appearance.
Lying on her bed, still in her business suit and heels, hair in a bun, Helen had flipped up her skirt and was furiously masturbating, grunting, eyes closed and teeth gritted.
It was as though Helen was trying to diminish her desires by attempting to preserve her professional appearance.
Janet’s hand soon found her own wet pussy as she watched her mother masturbate.