Doctor Wu
Arranged and cowritten by RaoulDuke

This story has been extracted from the interactive fiction Addventure hosted by www.bearchive.com. It has a variety of authors of whom I am one. I have performed only minor editing on this story to make it available for release as a story. As co-author and editor, I am making this work of fiction available, although I have been unable to secure the consent of all authors. This is one of a series of such stories I am editing and releasing. Please note that this is a vignette without a clear end. It is my hope that you will offer your own ending by visiting the BEArchive.

-- Raoul Duke

A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. A man lay sleeping in a bed, covers pulled up to his chin. Jim was asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud ringing of the phone woke him up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there in bed for a moment, remembering what he was supposed to do today. Whatever it was, it had to be better than yesterday, he thought - today is a brand new day!

Jim groggily picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Good morning sir. This is Francine with MCI long distance. How are you this morning?" Jim emitted a low, plaintive groan into the receiver and slammed the phone back down. He wanted to doze back off into his dream, but recalling it was his girlfriend Sharon's birthday, he decided he should give her a ring. He picked the phone back up and dialed, but curiously, after 12 rings there was still no answer.

Just then, Jim heard a knock at his front door. Jim groaned.

"Son of a bitch," he mumbled, swinging his hairy legs over the side of his bed. "MCI is doin' it door-to-door, now."

The rapping sound repeated smartly, almost professionally. Jim shuffled across his hardwood floor, grasping for his robe. It would not do to answer in the buff. One could get arrested for that. Jim wasn't about to follow in his father's footsteps, not that direction.

The door had time to sound off once more before Jim groggily reached it. Belatedly, he realized he was probably a fright, as he usually suffered from near-terminal bedhead in the morning. It was too late, however; the light of day was streaming inside, illuminating every single flaw he possessed.

"Package, sir," came a voice just as smart, sharp and professional as the knocking.

Jim peered painfully past the terribly cheerful sunlight pelting him like tiny golden swizzle sticks and into the eyes of a remarkably tall woman dressed in a kind of uniform he failed to recognize. It was black with yellow piping and looked almost painted on her without really revealing anything. She was also, to his surprise, rather taller than he was. That did not happen very often to him.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, still not quite there, "a package? From whom?"

Once again a little late, he noticed that the statuesque carrier had a cardboard box the size of his head underneath one arm. Her other hand held a clipboard, which she checked.

"A...Hubert Wu, of Climax, Minnesota." Her words were clipped and clearly in formal dress, without being entirely unfriendly.

Wu? Doctor Wu? Christ, Jim thought, what did that quack want from him now. His expression must have been telling, for the woman before him shifted slightly.

"Did you wish to refuse the package, sir?" she asked.

Jim chased the last of his cobwebs away. "Oh, no...no, that's fine, I'll take it."

She smiled a tight little smirk as Jim accepted the box from her. The odor of vanilla and jasmine followed the package, though jim could not discern if the smell originated from it or the woman. He signed his name absently on the proferred clipboard, whereupon the oddly dressed carrier performed a neat aboutface and returned to her van, also colored black and yellow. Jim nearly dropped the package as he was virtually forced to watch the hypnotic motion of the woman's incredible hips and ass...the action made Jim think of Swiss clockwork, except that clocks rarely graced Jim with the stirrings of an erection. The van, which was of an unfamiliar design, started up with a low purr and pulled out into the street. Smartly, of course.

Jim closed the door, restoring the murky dark that lived quite comfortably inside his home. He walked to his dining table (not that he ever ate off of it) in order to set the tan box down and get some coffee going, but he stopped when he thought he heard a strange noise. It sounded a little like bees fucking.

"What the hell?" Placing the mysterious package to his ear, Jim discovered the source of the noise, if the quiet, rhythmic humming could be awarded that term. As he listened, Jim found that, bizarrely, his normally predictable penis was still swelling, poking out of his robe for no apparent reason.

Jim is a little distrusting of strange packages delivered by private couriers from strange scientists. He calls up the number on the package and demands to speak to Dr. Wu. A secretary with a honey sweet voice connects him.

"Dr. Wu speaking." "Hi, this is Jim. I just received your package. I don't remember ordering anything."

"It's a free sample Jim. Enjoy it, you'll have fun."

"Where exactly is Climax, MN?" "South of Frostbite Falls, north of Brainerd, East of Flom, within thirty miles of Blackhoof Township."

"And what exactly does this thing do?"

"You will find that it greatly enhances sexual pleasure. Among other things it causes arousal with proximity, to ensure that its victims, uh I mean users find its effects most pleasurable. If you have a free day I'll fly you out here, at no expense to yourself, and explain it all most thouroughly. Heck, I'll send for your girlfriend too if you want.

"Yeah, I got the time. Send someone to pick me up

No sooner did he say this, but a black limousine with bright yellow details rolled up outside, almost as if Dr. Wu knew Jim was going to say this. Jim walked out and to find his girlfriend Sharon in the back, waiting with a glass of champagne in her hand. The driver was a blonde woman, who must was probably about 5'8" Her F-cup breasts were so large she has to reach around them to get at the steering wheel, and her tits rest in her lap taking up most of the space. She was wearing a similar black and yellow uniform, the chest of which seems a bit too small. She drove them to an airport, where they boarded a private jet for the secret laboratory of Dr. Wu. From the air they see a ranch, several cows and horses grazing peacefully, a few houses, and a massive office building -- and of course the private airstrip where they landed.

An oriental man in his 60's with distinctive grey hair at his temples greeted them. He was wearing a nice suit, sunglasses, and smiled amiably at them. "So glad you could make it! Soon all will be explained. You must be hungry from your travel. I have arranged a light lunch. Allow me to introduce my daugher and assistant Julie."

Jim couldn't help but stare. This lovely dark-haired woman was wore a lab coat over her blouse and skirt, which could not be buttoned up over her chest, making her tits even more prominent. Her HH cup tits were large and round, and her bra made them stick out quite a bit. Jim shook her hand, noticing Sharon glaring at him.

They headed into the office looking building. He couldn't help but watch Julie's massive hips sway in front of him, but tried not to make it too obvious. Dr. Wu has quite a spread waiting for them, a many course meal complete with soup, salad, pasta and wine. Jim asked him what all this is for, but Dr. Wu shusshed him, saying "Pleasure before business, eh Jim?"

Sharon only drank a little of the wine but started acting tipsy. When Jim reached for his glass the dark haired girl bent over to pour more and Jim's mind gets lost in her vast cleavage and he knocks his over. Sharon then said, "Excuse me do you have somewhere I can lie down for a while?"

"Of course," replied Dr. Wu. He led them to a nearby bedroom which looked like a hotel's with a nice bathroom with a huge tub. Sharon lay down, but instead of resting, her attention was immediately drawn to her breasts. They were slowly but visibly swelling.

"Tee hee!" Sharon said, "Jim I think that wine is makining my titties bigger!"

Jim's eyes almost popped out of his head as Sharon's breasts threaten to burst her shirt. Sharon smiled and began to remove her clothes. Her breasts swelled to the size of melons and when she sat up they filled her lap.

"Oh I'm so hot," she said, "I need to take a shower."

Her large new boobs wobbled as she giggled and started to play with them. She stepped into the tub and began to run the water. Enticed by the erotic image of his girlfriend, Jim hopped in with her.

Jim and Sharon spent a long time in the shower...mainly playing with each other's bodies, with special attention paid to Sharon's huge new breasts. Jim realized that Dr. Wu has enhanced his sexual pleasure, all right, simply by doing this to Sharon. And Sharon seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, too...though her tipsy-giggliness showed no signs of abating. Had her breast growth come with diminished intelligence?

When they had finally soaped and fondled and rinsed and caressed each other enough for now (and Sharon had sucked him off on her knees), they emerged from the shower to find that Sharon's clothes had disappeared, to be replaced by a wide collar, a scanty G-string and six-inch-heeled pumps, all in brown leather.

"Wow, Jimmie, I got new clothes!"

In a fit of giggles, Sharon staggered over to the bed. She slipped on the G-string, and put on the pumps. Standing rather unsteadily, Sharon looked at herself in the mirror.

"I like these," she twittered. Sharon's voice had taken on a sing-song quality. "Ya can't see my pussy, but you can see my ass.. heehee.... my big ass." She twisted her body back and forth, causing her butt to shimmy and her tits to jiggle.

Indeed, the pumps gave her behind and round firm look. The cleft on her cheeks was deepened. She now had a real bubble butt. Jim watched Sharon wobble over to the bed and get the collar. Her large breasts stood out as she lifted her arms to fasten it around her neck. Suddenly Sharon got a very funny look on her face and began to giggle and giggle and giggle...

As soon as Sharon snapped the collar in place, there was music. A funky-techno beat. It was cool. It made Sharon very happy. Music just for her to dance to. She began to giggle.

"What are you giggling at, Sharon?" inquired Jim.

"The music silly-willy. *giggle* It's so cool!" She started bobbing to the beat and shaking her head from side to side.

"I don't hear anything. What music? Look at me, Sharon! What music." Jim was wondering what was going on.

"The music that takes your thoughts away...thoughts away... I don't have to think no more...I feel empty headed..heehee.. I am empty headed...*giggle*, " she sing-songed.

Sharon was giggling and dancing around. Her boobs swayed and her ass jiggled. Sharon felt like she was dancing and fucking at the same time. Was there a cock in her? She couldn't tell. Was that her's or Jimmie Poo's finger in her ass? It sure felt nice.

Jim reached for Sharon's gyrating body. "Sharon, come here. I don't hear it. Are you OK? How do you feel?"

She looked at him with spaced-out eyes. "I'm a giggly-wiggle bimbo slut, Jimmie. Sharon Slut...Your fucktoy, Baby...Like my titties? Bimbo titties. *giggle* You're so cute!" She then wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust her tongue into Jim's mouth. Their tongues danced around while Sharon wiggled and rubbed herself against Jim. Then Dr. Wu walked in.

"I see you've discovered my latest invention, the Bimbo Rave Collar"

"A Bimbo Rave Collar?, What's that," asked Jim.

"It's a device that duplicates the effects of Ecstasy on the human brain, with the added bonus of turning women into air-head bimbos. Just take a look at Sharon." Dr. Wu motioned to the dancing Sharon.

Sharon was swaying her wide hips and bouncing her hefty new breasts to the beat of an silent drummer. She giggled and hummed to herself. Her gyrations seemed to be a combination of dancing and sexual intercourse; she would bend at the knees and thrust her ass in and out. Jim watched in fascination as his girlfriend held her large breasts in her hands and tweaked her nipples.

Sharon was absorbed with how her body felt. Electric tingles coursed through her big titties and along her plump pussy. As she looked ant herself, rainbow streaks of colors flowed from her boobies. That's great! Songs were coming out of her ass. Her ass felt so happy.

"Jimmie,....Doctor.....WuWuWu...heehee...come fuck me.....fuck me nooooowwww...heehee

"How long will she stay like this?" inquired Jim

"She will be like this until she takes the collar off. After all, there are many things will want women to do besides fuck. Right now, she is not good for much except as a sexy toy." Dr. Wu leered in Sharon's direction.

Sharon was having the time of her life. The Rave style music was pulsing in her head. Her head felt so funny. Sharon couldn't keep a thought in her empty brain except about sex organs. Cocks, pussy, ass, boobies; these images moved fleetingly around in her pretty head. She kept shaking her ass and breasts while nodding her head to the driving beat. To her, her breasts and buttocks shook and shimmered with a golden rainbow aura. Her body felt free and bouncy too. A fine coat of sweat gave her body a glittering shine. Sharon turned towards Jim and slowed her dancing to just a gentle grind. Looking at Jim with bright, but unfocused eyes she said in a soft voice, like she was singing to herself, "Bimbo tits...bimbo ass...bimbo pussy...I can shake it...fuck it....lick it, kiss it...eat it....teehee.." Coming out of the fog, she noticed Jim. Running her hands through her hair which caused her breasts to rise invitingly, she danced in Jim's directions and said, "Jimmie Poo!..heehee... You wanna fuck..heehee....I wanna get naked and fuck...Am I naked?.. I forgot...I'm gonna show ya my pussy..heehee...fat pussy.." Sharon then sat on her round ass, removed the G-string and spread her luscious thighs. Her snatch was moist with sweat and and arousal.

Now I'm naked, we hafta fuck, thought the giggling Sharon. Naked bimbos always fuck their boyfriends. Sharon noticed how warm and tingly her body felt. Her nipples thrust out and tingled of so delightfully. Sharon gently pinched them. Ohhh, electric nipples! They're like little cocks..but they don't cum, they squirt. This brought a fit of giggles. She started massaging her great breasts. Boobies, boobies...big boobies for my boyfriend...I gotta make them big and hard..so he'll be big and hard..teehee.. Sharon stroked her massive globes with a milking motion. Sitting on her ass, her big butt began to itch delightlfully because of the carpet. Sharon swayed her hips languidly to increase the sensation. She laughed and giggled.

Dr. Wu was chuckling to himself as he watched the spaced-out bimbo caress herself. She looked like she was humping the floor. Turning to Jim he asked, "Well, should we remove the collar or not? I have other projects I would like to show you. My quest for world female domination leads me down many paths."

Jim replied, "Leave it on, but let's go look at some of your other inventions"

The pair left Sharon to dance the night away brainlessly.

"Ah - yes", began Wu, "Behind this door is something I think you will find to be to your tastes..."

The door creaked open, and behind it was a naturally girl strapped into a strange apparatus. She was seated, and pads were placed all over her body. Two aerosol sprays were mounted inside a plastic casing about 10 inches away from her huge breasts. Dr. Wu lead Jim toward the girl. She appeared to be in a trance.

As Jim got closer he noticed a buzzing sound and looked down. A large plastic vibrator was heaving its way in and out of her pussy and the aerosols were spraying some kind of oil onto her breasts. She also had an intravenous drip connected to her arm.

The girl spasmed with pleasure and moaned, half asleep. A counter above her right shoulder flipped over one to now read, "18356". "We've had Candi here for 3 days now", explained Wu. Candi looked up, oblivious to what was being said. "She was a cheerleader for some local team, we took her as she was going home from college", Jim was transfixed. The drip went down a millimeter, the sprays spurted, she came, and the counter flipped again.

"Ah, I see you don't understand what is happening here," Wu started again, "The drip is full of female hormones, and a special drug we made ourselves, it diverts the attention of the cerebral cortex from conscious thought to the appreciation of physical pain or pleasure. We however, would never want to cause Candi any pain! The sprays increase breast tissue and nerve growth in the breast area."

Jim butted in, "and I suppose the dildo is to relieve the boredom of just being stuck there."

"To the contrary," retorted Wu, and switched on the audio monitor to the side of the apparatus.

"I love my huge breasts ... I love my big breasts ... I love my boobs", repeated the monotone of a young babe.

"That's Candi's own voice," explained Wu, "We find brainwashing works better if its their own voice, rather like they are saying it to themselves."

Candi came again, the counter flipped, and the voice remained the same but the message was different, "I love my sexy ass ... I love my big ass .. I show off my bare ass ", click went the counter, "I cant spell right ... I'm so dizzy! ... Long words are hard ... Men are soo smart" - click - "Sex is fun ... thinkin is booring ... sex is fun"

"We've had her 3 days now", Jim glanced at the counter and gasped, "Yes, she is *ahem* coming along nicely. I think by the end of the full fortnight, this little babe will barely be able to stand up!", Wu chuckled.

Dr. Wu and Jim decided to take Candi to meet and dance with Sharon

The doctor unfastened Candi from the machine. It took a few moments for all the tubes and devices inserted into the girl to be removed As he moved around the girl, Candi slowly turned her head to follow the doctor. Her eyes at first were glazed and her mouth drooped. Watching the doctor more attentively now, she smiled lopsidedly.

"Haaaaaay, yooour the doc..tor that took meee," she slurred. "After..cheerleading..practice..*giggle*"

"That's right, my dear," answered Dr. Wu.

"Whadda give me....I feel all ..mmmmm...fucked up..teehee..." Candi moved her half-lidded gaze to Jim. "Who's he? Kinda cute..*giggle*"

"That's Jim, my future assistant and maybe partner, I hope," said Dr. Wu.

"Umm, hi," stammered Jim. The girl was gorgeous.

"Hiiiiii, Baby," she cooed. Candi languidly started to stretch.

Dr. Wu helped the nude dopey girl to her feet. Candi swayed unsteady, her eyes on Jim. Jim couldn't take his eyes off her. She had great breasts. About the size of cantaloupes with light pink nipples. Her waist and tummy were trim, but not skinny. Her hips flared out suggesting a large shapely rear.

Dr. Wu broke Jim's revelry. "Come along, you two. We need to get Sharon," he urged.

Candi and Jim followed Dr. Wu out of the room. Candi was a little unsteady on her feet. Jim walked beside her in case she needed help. Candi turned to him and gave him a dopey smile. She said, "I'm naked..*giggle*. Do ya like my big boobies? I got big fat tits." This brought a fit of giggles which caused her breasts to jiggle.

Suddenly, Candi moved away from Jim. She dropped to her hands and knees. Without looking at Jim she slurred, "I wanna show you my ass. I gotta big ass for you."

Jim stared at the girl as she faced away from him and stuck her butt out. Candi spread her legs which widened the deep cleft of her buttocks. She started repeating the mantra from Dr. Wu's brainwashing. "I love my sexy ass ... I love my big ass .. I show off my bare ass."

Dr. Wu saw what was happening and cursed. "Shit. Not now, girl. When it's time. Come on, Jim, my boy. Help me get her up."

Lifting the girl between them, they got her to her feet. Candi had an arm around each of their shoulders. Giggling and laughing inanely, Candi said, "Wheeee...whatta trip. Fuckin' crazy thoughts." As they walked with Candi supported between them, she again turned to Jim and giggled, "Wanna fuck my big ass?"

Before Jim could respond, they reached The room they left Sharon in. When the door opened, Candi saw the nude dancing Sharon.

"Cool," she whispered. She walked over to Sharon and began to dance too, even though there was no music to be heard. Sharon saw the attractive girl and giggled. Sharon extended her arms to welcome the new arrival. The two girls danced, mashing their large boobs together. Both were constantly giggling, their hands gently exploring each others body.

Dr. Wu and Jim looked on, spellbound as the two girls became more precise in their carresses. Their laughing became muted as their kisses became more passionate. Soon, the two were on the floor, 69-ing eachother with tremendous energy.

"So," Wu continued, "as you can see, the collar achieves in minutes what normally requires weeks of conditioning. That's why I have a contract from a very wealthy individual to put on a 'rave' at which every single one of the lovely female guests gets one of these."

Jim suddenly realized why Dr. Wu had chosen him. Jim was one of the most sought-after DJs by nightclubs and private parties because of his extraordinary discretion and willingness to "look the other way" at certain unsavoury aspects of the events he worked. Jim had worked at plenty of raves -- in fact, they were the mainstay of his business.