Jen Eastwood - My New Bimbo, My Wife

ALPHA CREATION 2:

MY NEW BIMBO, MY WIFE

by

Jen Eastwood

Copyright 2018 Jen Eastwood. All rights reserved.

READER ADVISORY:

This is a work of erotic fiction and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please enjoy this story, but be advised that it contains sexual themes and explicit language. The characters and events in this story are intended for titillation purposes only and in no way represent any real people or transpired events. Any similarity to actual individuals or events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are the age of 18 or above.

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Author's Note: A lot of this series is about knowing someone well enough to write them. When it comes to Gina, yes, she is based on my actual wife. Having lived together for eight years now, half of them as a married couple, it all makes for an easy character to write. It's actually harder to write myself as a character, because I tend to fall into habits, especially verbal ones. You don't want to read a transcript of me talking as dialogue. Some pronunciations I actually use, such as 'turlet' and 'warsh,' would jar people right out of the story.

As for the plans after this series has all five parts out and done? I've got an erotica short-form extravaganza planned for this summer. I know I'll be burnt to a crisp on longer erotica after this is wrapped up, so I'll be cleansing my pallet with a load of stories along the lines of Harem Ring for a bit. That one in particular was great fun to write, and people seem to still enjoy it, more than three years later.

I know I dive into the business side of erotica a bit in this series, but for something to still be read often just three weeks after release is rare in erotica. Something about Harem Ring just struck a chord with people that's still ringing out. I'll be re-reading that one and trying to figure out what the magic ingredient was.

Until then, enjoy the rather odd life that I actually lead, with the minor change of bimbos running around the place. If only I could actually be so lucky. And after testing the washing machine in question toward the end of this story, yes, I did get yelled at for only trying it on spin-cycle instead of doing an actual load of laundry.

ALPHA CREATION 2:

MY NEW BIMBO, MY WIFE

Gina sat one of the figures on my desk. I looked up from the story I'd been working on that morning as she crossed her arms. Go ahead, make me as hot as her. One thing I know you've figured out about my wife is, she's as bossy as a drill sergeant.

Elena stepped in behind Gina, giving me plenty of inspiration. Come on, she let us bang, so you should thank her by doing what she wants.

I pulled the keyboard out of my lap and dropped it on the desk. Are you sure you want me to do this? You'll be whatever I want. The thought of sacrificing a figure to make her a cat or something for a while came to mind. The problem was, I wasn't sure if I could change a person more than once.

Well, you know what I've been wanting to have done. Gina moved the figure a little closer to me, tottering it side-to-side like it was walking. At least this way, it won't cost more than my student loans.

The monthly payments on them were pretty damn brutal. If it weren't for that chunk getting torn out of our earnings every month, we'd have been doing quite well. Not gonna lie, we wouldn't be able to afford those procedures until we're about to retire. And by then, what would be the point?

So get to it already.

I knew I wasn't typing another word out, whether I wanted to or not. I pointed to a spot beyond the other side of my desk. Stand right there and get comfortable. You'll be here for a few hours.

I can't bring a chair in here and sit?

You could, but I wouldn't risk it. If I get the proportions wrong, your thighs might end up inches long. It's not like I did studies of people sitting before. That was a later project.

Fine, but don't take forever.

It'll take as long as it'll take.

I picked up the stylus from it's charging stand and put on the finger glove that kept the screen from fouling up. The figure sat between the two of us as I pulled the tablet over my lap. A quick calibration of the pen had me ready to go.

I looked over at Elena. You might want to step back, or go to another room. I don't want it changing you by mistake.

Elena being Elena, took it as a compliment. Thanks. Can I borrow your phone?

I knew she didn't have anyone to call. That damn vibe was what she wanted to use. I handed it to her and said, Fine, have a blast.

When you're working on the same thing for several hours, a little background noise never hurts. And my wrist was already aching from the anticipation of all that work. What Gina could have looked like, if she took care of her body like her income depended on it... That natural potential she did have helped power me through the reluctance.

Alright, if you feel like something's going wrong, tell me immediately.

Will it hurt?

How the hell should I know? I've only done this once, and Elena showed up out of the blue.

Gina looked apprehensive, but it couldn't overpower how much she wanted it to happen. Go for it.

As I created a blank canvas, the general idea of her new self started coming to me. It's not like I was exaggerating her actual potential at all. That's why you don't marry an eight who can only peak as an eight. A seven who could peak as a ten is the real bargain you're looking for.

Here it goes. I drew the first stroke of rough outline on the screen. The curve of her already amazing ass swished out in blue pixels.

I was nearly finished after about four hours. You want your tattoos to stay, or not? Elena moaned through the wall separating my office from her room. I couldn't believe she'd been at it for so long.

The one on my ankle can go, but I still like the one on my wrist. She'd only gotten it a couple of months ago.

It's not even showing up in the pose I've drawn you in, so we'll see what happens.

Can I see?

I looked up at her and shook my head. She hadn't changed at all yet. I'm not even sure if this'll work.

You made an entire person out of nothing. Of course it will.

As I'd painted, I even thought of a few personality tweaks, but nothing way out of line with how she acted. Far less of a fussy eater and a hell of a lot hornier was about the extent of it. I mean, she couldn't be a bimbo without the turbocharged sex-drive.

I knew Gina was getting tired of standing there, especially since I'd hardly said a word the entire time. A few more touches, and it's done. Gotta nail those tits, just right.

A sky blue bikini was the wardrobe I'd gone with, for the sake of making it easier. Plus, what a way to see my wife's new body for the first time. To see if it'd work, I put a little focus into the idea of no hair growing anywhere besides her head. The hair on her scalp, eyebrows, and eyelashes were the only things she didn't try to eradicate.

Gina shifted and leaned against the wall. How about a tan?

Will it stick around or fade over time? Either way, I'd left her skin on its own layer. A quick color shift made her look fresh from a beach vacation, minus tan-lines in my mind, of course.

A few stray marks needed erasing, but I couldn't figure out how to make her any hotter. In digital painting form, of course. I made sure to save, and then exported to .jpeg before closing.

The program hung for a moment. Goddammit!

What?

It's taking forever to do the most basic shit right now.

I smacked the edge of the tablet, as if that would speed anything up. Finally, I had the blank, black desktop that I was picky about maintaining in front of me.

Holy shit, you did it.

I looked up and saw Gina, or at least the version of her I'd drawn, cupping ample breasts like a bundle of puppies. When I noticed the figurine had disappeared, my heart almost stopped. Fuck all, it actually actually worked.