Mr. Fink took a moment to take in his latest creation, Steffie Blowbang, smiling down lecherously at the changed woman. She was truly a sight to behold and the Bimbotech CEO thought at that point that he could never get enough of the one-time crimefighter looking up at him with her now-dazzling blue pools of complete adoration. It was a far cry from the keen, glaring eyes of Stephanie Brown, the former Batgirl, who had fought so valiantly against her own transformation into the proud bimbo that now stood before him. There was now absolutely no intelligence to her eyes whatsoever and she continued to smile that brilliant, brainless smile up at him. Her Bimbotech-refined, pretty face had a hefty dose of his cum splashed across it and she seemed content to simply kneel before him in her naked, voluptuous glory until she was given further instruction by the man she now knew as her Master.
"Now then, bimbo," Mr. Fink said, and was pleased to see her already wide, excited smile grew even wider at just being addressed by her creator. He saw out of the corner of his eye two hulking security guards approach, "why don't you be a good little slut and follow these nice men here. They're going to take you to get nice and cleaned up. Then my assistant, Tittiefuck, will help you from there. You'll need to look nice and fuckable to meet your friend, Cassie, isn't that right?"
"My friend Cassie!" Steffie exclaimed in a giddy, high-pitched moan, recalling for the first time since she emerged from the Conversion Chair that her friend, Cassie Carnal, was waiting for her. The platinum blonde rose gracefully to her high-heel-clad feet and immediately burst into a fit of giggles that caused her enormous tits to jiggle proudly for all in the Conversion Room to see.
The giggles finally gave way to the all-too-common 'click-clack' sound of high heels approaching from behind the small group. Fink turned his head to see the curvaceous form of Cookie, one of the many Bimbotech nurses that had assembled to 'assist' the technicians with Stephanie and Cassandra's conversions into the happy and horny bimbos they had become, sauntering over to the group. She glanced over at Steffie for a moment, batting her extra-long eyelashes. Fink noticed the way the two bimbos were looking at one another. Both set of large, bright eyes burned with a lust for one another, and Cookie's long-nailed hands trailed up and down her body and she kneaded her own huge tits through the skintight fabric of her nurse's outfit. Steffie, meanwhile, licked her inflated lips slowly and uttered a soft moan at her fellow Bimbotech slut. Fink knew that if he allowed it, the two would fuck right there on the floor but he knew there would be time for that later.
"Cookie, I'd like for you to meet Steffie Blowbang," Fink said, "She's a bimboslut just like you."
Cookie flashed a similar wide, vacant smile just as Steffie had before. Her whorishly-made up eyes glanced for a moment at the clear liquid that was rapidly drying on Steffie's face and fought back the urge to lick it off of her with her talented tongue. Finally, Cookie cooed in her high-pitched voice, "Ooooh! Steffie, you are, like, soooooo hawt! Isn't, like, being a bimbo the best?"
"It, like, totally is, Cookie!" Steffie exclaimed, her own pretty blue eyes drinking in Cookie's exaggerated figure squeezed tightly into her spandex ensemble, "And you look, like, so fucking sexy. I'm just so jealous!" Both bimbos then erupted in a shared fit of girlish giggles. Fink watched on. He was so proud of his work.
"Cookie? Was there a reason you came over here?" Fink interrupted, and the Asian bimbo blinked her large, almond-shaped eyes and her pouty, shiny pink lips formed an inquisitive 'O' for a moment. Then, as if a lightbulb turned on above her head, Cookie's face lit up in excitement.
"Like, yes! I am so sorry, Master Fink," Cookie gushed, and Steffie closed her eyes and sighed at her new friend calling out her Master's rightful title, "I have been, like, told to tell you that Mr. Luthor is waiting for you, sir."
"That he is," Fink said, again smiling at his two creations, "Cookie, why don't you see if any of the men here need any more 'assistance' with their very important work. When you're done with that, you will go to the Bimbo Room. By that time, Steffie here will be all ready to start her new life as a bimboslut and I'm sure she'll want to see you. Isn't that right, Steffie?"
"Mmmm, so right, Master Fink," Steffie purred wantonly, bringing her hands up to squeeze her soccerball-sized tits and giving the bimbo nurse a seductive stare.
"Alright. Now, everyone, shoo. I have very important business to attend to," Fink said authoritatively. The security guards gave a dutiful nod and led the former Batgirl away, but not before she blew Cookie a kiss. Cookie, meanwhile, giggled at Steffie's affectionate gesture and turned sharply on her soaring high-heeled pumps and sashayed her way back to the techs to ensure they got their rewards for jobs well done.
Fink, meanwhile, exited the Conversion Room to a side room where he started to make himself look presentable for his meeting with Lex Luthor. The Bimbotech CEO knew that Luthor couldn't be lured in by the promise of sexual conquest with his loyal bimbos and that put him at a considerable disadvantage. He had tried to test Luthor's resolve by offering the newly bimboized Batgirl on a silver platter. What villain that had battled The Batman himself wouldn't enjoy debasing one of his most trusted allies? And yet, Luthor had refused. Fink knew that he could never understand a man like that, and it made him nervous.
"If you know yourself and not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat," Fink spoke to his reflection in the mirror. He had studied up on his 'Art of War' before he had ventured into this dealing with LexCorp. It was already proving to be true. He had gained a great victory that day. Ensnaring Batgirl and Black Bat and turning them into the Bimbotech ideal had shown Luthor what his company could do, as well as had weakened Batman simnifically with Batgirl's confessions before her once-intelligent mind had been washed away in a hot pink tidal wave.
Fink knew he should have felt overjoyed at his victory, but it was the second part of the quote that troubled him. He couldn't relate to such a man like Lex Luthor, and so he didn't know him. He looked at himself in the mirror and puffed out his chest, reminding himself of what he had accomplished and thought of the promise of breaking in Cassie Carnal and Steffie Blowbang himself that night. Still, the thought of Batman finding him and breaking every bone in his body did weigh heavy on him, and Fink knew that because of this, he needed Luthor and LexCorp's protection. Striding down the hall to the elevator that would carry him to the conference room where Luthor had set up his base of operations, another stray thought weighed on him.
When would he need protection from Lex Luthor himself?