Chapter 24

"That's it, Gia," you croon as she bounces enthusiastically on your cock, her platinum blonde hair with pink tips swinging wildly around her flushed face. "You're such a perfect little bimbo, aren't you?"

"Omigod, like, totally!" Gia giggles, arching her back to thrust her breasts forward, nipples hard and glistening with Bella's saliva. Her olive skin gleams with sweat as she grinds her hips in circles, taking you deeper. "I'm your perfect fuck doll, Daddy! Gia loves cock so much!"

Bella kneels behind her sister, her honey-blonde extensions cascading over her pale shoulders as she runs her tongue along Gia's spine. "My turn next," she pouts, her glossy lips swollen from hours of use. Her slender fingers reach around to pinch Gia's nipples, drawing a high-pitched squeal of pleasure. "Bella wants to feel that big dick too!"

The scent of sex permeates the small dorm room – sweat, perfume, and the musky aroma of arousal creating an intoxicating cocktail. The sheets beneath you are damp and twisted, bearing witness to hours of debauchery. Sunlight streams through the half-drawn blinds, painting stripes across Gia's writhing body as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

"You're both so much better this way," you tell them, reaching out to grip Bella's hair and pull her in for a sloppy kiss. She moans against your mouth, her tongue eagerly dancing with yours. "Giorgia and Isabella were so boring, weren't they? All buttoned up and serious – what a waste of these perfect bodies."

"God, yes!" Gia agrees fervently, her voice breathy and high. "Like, who cares about stupid books when you can just, like, get fucked and party all day?" Her inner walls clench around you as she speaks, her body responding to the reinforcement of her new identity. "Giorgia was such a total buzzkill!"

Bella nods enthusiastically, her eyes vacant and glassy with pleasure as she massages her own breasts. "Isabella was, like, the biggest nerd ever," she giggles, the words flowing easily now as Bella's personality solidifies. "All she did was, like, math and stuff. So lame! Bella just wants to be sexy and have fun!"

You feel yourself approaching climax as Gia rides you with increasing abandon, her athletic body – once dedicated to excellence – now devoted entirely to the pursuit of pleasure. "That's right," you grunt, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "You're Gia and Bella now. Those other girls are gone."

As you explode inside her, Gia screams in delight, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. "Yes! Yes! I'm Gia! I'm your perfect bimbo slut!" The words pour from her lips like a mantra, cementing her new identity with each repetition.

Bella immediately pushes her sister aside, eager for her turn. "Me next, Daddy," she purrs, straddling your still-sensitive cock. "Bella needs a nice big load too." Her pale thighs bracket your hips as she sinks down, taking you inside her with practiced ease despite the hours of fucking you've already subjected her to.

Hours later, you pull away from Bella, your body slick with sweat after protracted debauchery. The small dorm room reeks of sex and perfume, the sheets beneath you twisted and damp. Sunlight streams through the half-drawn blinds, illuminating the transformed sisters as they sprawl across the bed, their bodies marked with the evidence of your possession.

"Let's take a break," you say, reaching for a bottle of water on the nightstand. "We should discuss your future at the university."

Gia pouts, her swollen lips forming a perfect moue of disappointment. She runs her fingers through her platinum blonde hair with pink tips, the strands clinging to her perspiration-dampened olive skin. "But we were having so much fun, Daddy," she whines, her athletic body stretching languidly across the rumpled sheets. Her volleyball-toned muscles now seem to exist solely to enhance the curves of her ass and thighs.

"Yeah," Bella agrees, her honey-blonde extensions fanning out across the pillow as she rolls onto her stomach, pale buttocks raised slightly in unconscious invitation. "Who cares about stupid school anyway?" Her slender fingers trace patterns on Gia's thigh, the gesture absent-minded yet sensual in a way Isabella would never have attempted.

"You should care," you tell them, enjoying how they both immediately focus on your words, their vapid expressions shifting to attentive obedience. "If you get expelled, you'll have to leave campus. No more frat parties, no more football players to fuck."

Horror dawns on their faces simultaneously, their bimbo personas fully embracing the tragedy of such a prospect.

"Omigod, no!" Gia gasps, sitting up abruptly, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. "I like, totally need to stay here! All the hottest guys are here!"

Bella nods vigorously, her honey-blonde extensions swinging. "What do we do, Daddy?" she asks, her voice small and pleading. "Bella doesn't want to leave!"

"Well," you say thoughtfully, trailing a finger down Bella's spine, "you could use these gorgeous bodies to convince certain people to look the other way. The dean, your professors, the disciplinary committee..."

Gia's eyes widen, a slow smile spreading across her face as understanding dawns. "You mean like, fuck our way out of trouble?" She giggles, the sound high and musical. "That's so hot!"

"Totally!" Bella agrees enthusiastically, clapping her hands together. "Bella's really good at sucking cock now! I bet I could make the dean cum in like, thirty seconds!"

You lean back against the headboard, surveying your handiwork with satisfaction. These vapid, eager-to-please creatures bear almost no resemblance to the brilliant, ambitious young women who once inhabited these bodies. Giorgia's athletic discipline has been channeled entirely into sexual prowess; Isabella's analytical mind has been reduced to calculating the fastest way to make a man orgasm.

"You'll be the biggest sluts this university has ever seen," you tell them, and they beam with pride at what they once would have considered the gravest of insults. "And I'll help you every step of the way."