The Bimbo Machine
© 2015 Valentina DiMarco
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This short story contains adult content and is only intended for mature (18+) audiences.
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Even though today was my birthday, I felt a little sad. Could it be because I had no one to special to spend the day with? I had been single for a long time, and although living alone wasn’t so bad, I was starting to wonder what was wrong with me. I examined myself in the mirror. Sure, I wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world, but I was okay-looking. I had always been a little self-conscious about my small chest and my flat butt, but they’d never bothered me too much before. My hair was stick straight and it would have been nice if it had been a little shinier and wavier, but that was also a minor annoyance. I was perfectly average in every way.
I sighed and began to sort my mail. A brightly-colored flyer caught my eye. It said “FREE FULL TREATMENT FOR NEW CUSTOMERS.” Treatment? Ah... it was an advertisement for a spa. I examined the flyer carefully. Hmm... why hadn’t I ever heard of this place before? It must have just opened.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to visit the spa. After all, if I got a free spa treatment, that would be the perfect birthday gift for myself. A nice, relaxing massage would definitely put my mind at ease.
I didn’t waste any time. I headed over to the spa immediately. It was located on the edge of an old shopping center, the building half-obscured by some big trees. I walked inside and gasped at the beautifully-decorated, luxurious interior.
“Can I help you?” a high-pitched voice asked.
I approached the receptionist’s desk slowly. She was so beautiful, I was almost intimidated. She smoothed her lustrous blonde hair and smiled at me serenely. As I got closer, I saw that she was wearing a tight, low-cut blouse that exposed her ample cleavage.
“Yes...” I held out the flyer, my hand trembling. “I got this in the mail. It says new customers get a free full treatment.”
The receptionist took the flyer from me, clutching it between her manicured fingers and glancing at it briefly. “Ah, yes. Please fill out these forms and the owner will be out in a minute to tell you about the treatment.”
She handed me a stack of papers and a pen. I sat down on a chair and began skimming the contents of the forms. There was a lot of small print and a lot of legal terms I barely understood. Why did I have to sign a contract before getting a spa treatment?
I was having second thoughts about the place and was about to stand up and leave when a man appeared. “Good afternoon!” he said, extending his hand.
I shook his hand and looked up at him. This guy was so handsome, he could have been a male model. “Hi,” I said breathlessly.
“I always like to welcome new customers. I’m Paul Bates, the owner of the spa. What’s your name?”
“Cassie,” I murmured. I was getting lost in his eyes.
Paul smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the sterile white light of the reception area. He looked me up and down, and I couldn’t help but notice the hint of judgment in his eyes as he examined my face and body. “You came to the right place, Cassie,” he said warmly. “If you follow me, I’ll show you what we do here. You can bring the forms with you.”
I followed him down a hallway into a large room. In the middle of the room was a machine that looked like a big tanning bed. A few women around my age were seated in chairs. They were all wearing white robes.
“This is my patented machine,” Paul said, tapping the side of the tanning bed.
“I don’t think I need a tan,” I said quickly.
Paul burst out laughing. The other women sitting nearby giggled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Cassie, this isn’t a tanning bed. It’s a Bimbo Machine.”
“A what?” I didn’t understand. Bimbo Machine?
Paul grinned and said in a condescending tone of voice, “I transform plain-looking girls like you into... more desirable women.”
“More desirable? In what way?”
Paul sighed. “Have a seat. Katrina’s about to step into the machine.”
A young woman with short brown hair stood up, taking off her robe so that she was wearing only underwear. She was a few pounds overweight, but otherwise, her figure was average.
“Paul, I want the same treatment as last time!” she insisted.
“Of course,” he said, smiling. I could sense that he was a little impatient. He was almost too eager to get Katrina into the machine.
“Same hair, too!” she said.
“I know, I know...” he muttered, guiding her to the machine.
As Paul helped her climb into the Bimbo Machine, I whispered to another patient, “Have you been here before?”
“Of course,” she replied. This girl, like me, was a perfectly normal-looking woman in her twenties. “I got my free treatment last month. The effects wore off this week, so obviously, I had to come back for another treatment.”
While it was somewhat reassuring to know that the spa had return customers, I was still confused. Everything started to make sense as Paul shut the machine and pressed a few buttons. “You okay in there, Katrina?” he asked.
“Yes!” Katrina called out from inside the contraption.
He pushed a few more buttons and pulled a lever. The big machine started humming, and inside, I could hear Katrina’s voice. At first, it sounded like she was crying. I clapped my hand over my mouth, terrified of what was happening to the poor girl, but I glanced at the others in the room and they didn’t seem worried at all.
Soon, her cries turned into gentle moans and sighs. Occasionally, I could hear her say, “Yes!” and “That feels so good!” It almost sounded like she was a different person. Her voice had become soft and feminine... actually, it now sounded almost exactly like the sexy receptionist’s voice.
Paul pushed a button and the machine turned off. He opened it up and Katrina stepped out. I gasped in shock. She wasn’t a normal, slightly overweight young woman anymore. She was practically a goddess — tall and slim, with long, shapely legs. Her hair was long, flowing in soft waves down to her waist. And her breasts were huge now. They jutted out of her chest, as big as watermelons; I was afraid that her tight bra was going to rip in half. Her butt was rounder, too; it stuck out below her slender waist, disproportionately big on her thin frame.
Katrina seemed a little dazed.
“How do you feel?” Paul asked in a soothing voice.
Her eyes lit up as she turned to face him. She immediately bounded towards him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her big breasts against his chest. “Oh, Paul... I feel wonderful!” she breathed. She giggled softly.
He slapped her ass. “Good girl!”
“Paul...” Katrina murmured. “I’m so horny... can you fuck me now? Please?”
I was shocked at the way she was behaving. Katrina was acting like she and Paul were alone, ignoring the handful of other women who were sitting only a few feet away.
“Katrina!” Paul said in a scolding tone. He slapped her ass again, this time harder. Then he squeezed one of her buttocks, his fingers lingering on her soft flesh.
Katrina leaned towards
him, open-mouthed and eager. “I want to please you, Paul...”
Paul kept her at arm’s length and said coolly, “Later, cutie. I need to get back to work.”
She pouted as Paul ushered another girl to the machine. My stomach churned as the Bimbo Machine worked its magic once again and another sexy, buxom bimbo emerged, tan and lean and impossibly curvaceous. She immediately started pawing at Paul and telling him how much she wanted him to fuck her.
“Go play with Katrina,” he said.
The bimbo obediently joined sexy Katrina in the corner and they began kissing and touching each other gently, fingering each other’s pussies through their panties.
I couldn’t believe what was going on around me. I wanted to leave, but part of me felt compelled to stay and watch this horror show unfold right before my eyes. One by one, the other girls were rapidly transformed into sexy, dumb, insatiable sluts. Soon, I was the only “normal” girl left.
The hot bimbos surrounded Paul, kissing his neck and cooing.
“Ladies,” he said, laughing and swatting their eager hands away from his crotch, “I know you’re horny, but I have more work to do. Come back in a month for your next treatment!”
One by one, the disappointed, pouting bimbos left. I was fascinated and disturbed. How did this crazy Bimbo Machine work? And why had all of these women willingly turned themselves into living sex toys not once, but multiple times?
Granted, I was a bit envious of their new bodies. They had all come out of the machine looking like porn stars. The more I looked at my own body, the more inadequate I felt. And they had all seemed so downright happy after their transformations. Even though these dumb bimbos had vapid personalities and no intelligence, they were clearly more satisfied with life than I was. I began to wonder if my vague body insecurities had merit. Maybe a transformation wouldn’t be a bad idea. After all, the first one was free...
“What did you think, Cassie?” Paul asked. We were alone now.
“You turned them into dumb sluts!” I said, crossing my arms defensively. “You ruined their lives!”
He smiled. “Each treatment only lasts for a month. If they wanted to return to their normal states, they wouldn’t have come back for more — and paid for it!”
I gulped. He had a point. “Paul, I haven’t signed anything yet. Maybe I should go home and think about it...”
He rolled his eyes. “Go home? I think your boyfriend would prefer if you came home after a treatment...”
I blushed. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Paul smiled smugly. “Then you really can’t afford to leave until you’re transformed. Think of all the fun you’ve been missing out on. Imagine if your entire body was so sensitive, every touch brought you pleasure. Imagine if you were so effortlessly sexy, men would be lining up to fuck you...”
I didn’t say anything. The more he talked, the harder it became to argue with him. Paul was incredibly good-looking and charismatic. I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt my lower lip quiver. My doubts started to melt away.
He pointed to the papers. “If you sign on the dotted line, we can get this over with.”
I really had nothing to lose. In a month, I would be back to normal, and I would never have to come back to this strange spa again. But maybe, just maybe, life as a bimbo would be more exciting and amazing than my wildest dreams. Maybe I would love it just as much as those other girls had.
Slowly, I signed on the line and Paul took me by the hand and led me to the Bimbo Machine. He instructed me to remove my clothes. I stripped down to my bra and panties and climbed inside, lying on my back.
“Let me know if you feel any pain or discomfort,” Paul said. “But just to let you know, this will feel a little strange at first.”
I nodded and he shut the lid. I felt like I was lying in a coffin, and I felt claustrophobic. Soon, though, the darkness that surrounded me was illuminated by flashing lights. Then the loud humming began, and I closed my eyes tightly for a few moments.
Nothing was happening. I opened my eyes and screamed. I wasn’t lying inside a machine anymore. Where was I? I frantically looked around. Now, I was lying on a hospital bed, my body enshrouded with a strange material. It looked like a mold, and some parts of it squeezed my body, constricting me, while other parts seemed to have a vacuum-like effect on my flesh. My waist was being constricted, my breasts and ass expanded. My legs were elongated. I screamed again, and the material appeared over my mouth, sucking my lips and expanding them.
I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if I had been magically transported to another chamber in the spa. All I knew was that the discomfort of being stretched and tightened and filled had been replaced by a warm, pleasant sensation that ran through my body. I stopped screaming and started moaning aloud. I had never felt anything this good before. It was an orgasmic, intense sensation that danced across my skin.
My mind felt empty. All of my usual worries had melted away. They had been replaced by pure lust. Suddenly, nothing but sexual pleasure mattered to me. I started to think about big, hard dicks, and I instinctively reached down and began to stroke my pussy. A small corner of my mind fought back, desperate to retain some of the “old Cassie”, but it didn’t stand a chance. I had the simple mind of a dumb bimbo now.
I closed my eyes again and the humming stopped.
“Cassie?”
My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at Paul, who was gazing down at me with a slight smile on his face.
“How do you feel, dear?” he asked, extending his hand to help me up.
I climbed out of the machine and nearly fell flat on my face. My breasts were huge! I clutched them, staring open-mouthed at my enormous tits.
“Take a look in the mirror,” Paul said softly.
I walked across the room and gasped at the sight of my reflection. I was incredibly sexy now. I couldn’t believe it. With my gigantic breasts, tiny waist, round ass, and shapely legs, I had the kind of body that men fantasized about. My skin was softer and smoother, my hair longer, my lips fuller and poutier. I gazed at myself for a full five minutes, admiring my new body.
“What do you think?” Paul asked.
I turned to face him. I could barely speak, I was so happy. Instead, I flung myself towards him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my lips against his. He briefly resisted me, but soon, he was kissing my back, his tongue darting eagerly inside my mouth. I felt his hands stroking my arms, then my slim waist, and I desperately wished he would shove his fingers inside my panties and stroke my pussy...
“Do you like your new body?” he probed.
“Yes,” I breathed. My voice was so soft and feminine now. I really was the perfect hot bimbo. All of my worries and inhibitions had melted away, replaced with pure lust and desire for this sexy man in front of me.
“Do you like it?” I asked Paul coyly.
“Of course I do,” he said, his hands wandering over the curves of my ass.
“I’ve never felt so horny before,” I sighed.
“That’s perfectly normal, Cassie. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“It feels amazing.” I pressed myself closer against him. “Oh, Paul... please fuck me. I need you inside me now...”
“I shouldn’t,” he murmured.
“Why not?” I asked, pouting.
“Because you’re my bimbo creation. It wouldn’t be professional, you know.”
I was a dumb bimbo now, and I had no idea what he was talking about. In my mind, there was no boundary between “professional” and “personal” relationships. I didn’t understand why this man couldn’t or shouldn’t fuck me. After all, I was ready, eager, and willing.
“Nobody has to know,” I said softly. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my pussy, over my panties.
I saw him gulp as he felt my pussy. It was already so wet, it was soaking through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Let’s go to another room,” he said quickly.
He took my hand and led me down t
he corridor. We entered another white room that was completely empty except for a massage bed. Paul shut the door and dimmed the lights. He had been the one resisting me, but now that we were alone, he immediately unhooked my bra, excited to see my new breasts. They burst forth, round and full and perfect. Even though they were huge, they seemed to defy gravity. My nipples were pink and perky and the second that Paul’s fingers grazed them, they hardened, excited by his gentle touch.
Paul grabbed my breasts and massaged them in his hands, gripping and kneading the firm mounds of flesh jutting out of my chest.
“I don’t usually let myself enjoy my customers’ bodies like this,” he said. “They’re usually not as... insistent as you are. When was the last time you had sex, Cassie?”
I thought for a moment. My pre-bimbo life was already a distant memory, and as Paul caressed my body, I found it harder and harder to concentrate. “I don’t know,” I sighed.
“These are the best tits I’ve seen in a long time,” he continued, lowering himself and opening his mouth to encircle one of my erect nipples. I gasped as he licked my nipple. I was extremely sensitive now. “I turn women into bimbos almost every day, but I have to admit... you really are a perfect specimen now.”
It didn’t bother me that he was calling me a specimen or manhandling me like I was a living sex doll. No... it turned me on, the way he was treating me like I was an object. No one had ever objectified me like this before, and in a strange way, it was validating. I had a purpose: to arouse and please men.
“Get on your knees,” he murmured.
I obeyed, falling to my knees and watching Paul take off his pants. He begin to stroke his cock, and I watched, mouth slightly open, as his cock got bigger and harder. I wanted to devour him. His dick was huge.
Paul stood over me and lowered himself slightly, his cock sliding into the space between my huge breasts. “Push them closer together,” he commanded.
I obeyed, pressing my breasts together and watching him begin to fuck my tits, sliding in and out of my ample cleavage. I relished the sensation of his big cock between my breasts; I couldn’t wait to feel him slide his dick in and out of my tight pussy...
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