From Bully to Bimbo: The Bully and Brat Bundle

by Sasha Scott

  “Alright here it comes. Practice is now over,” I growled as I dragged Shelley down as tightly as I could against my lap, my cock pushed up into her pussy, sealing within airtight as my orgasm began to flow.

  Hot ropes of cum erupted from my loins, a rush of thick, virile, juices unloading from me directly into the waiting insides of my acting head cheerleader, her overly busty body being packed to the brim with seed.

  While none of the other girls were being filled they could all feel it, they could feel that almost phantom sensation of cumming gushing into their wombs despite the fact not a drop was trickling inside. It was pushing them over the limit, staring another orgasm chain among the club.

  In turn each of them dropped again, juices spraying as Shelley tightened up around me like a vice and allowed her fountain to squirt out, just as I was milking out the last of my jizz into her sexually charged body.

  Once I’d finally drained myself dry I let Shelley go, her legs buckling as she dropped down. There was a similar sight all over the field, each of the cheerleaders sitting in a puddle of her own juices as she quivered in place. It was quite a scene.

  It was pretty clear that there wouldn’t be any more cheerleading practice, not of my specialized variety or of an actual variety. Those girls were completely spent and in a way so was I.

  “Alright ladies, class dismissed,” I told them, even if none of them seemed to be in a rush to go anywhere. They probably just needed a few minutes, or around ten, to recover.

  Seeing how none of them rushed off that’d mean it was me who would be leaving the scene first. I took my magic book in hand and strolled away from the scene of the crime, leaving all of Karen’s former allies on the verge of passing out all over the practice field, bodies soaked.

  I made sure to make it pretty far away before opening my book again and bringing that normality perception spell to an end. Even being so far away the sudden squeals I heard were almost deafening.

  The winner, once again, was me.

  The effects of my cheerleading session were immediately apparent the next time class took place.

  Despite being good looking girls, who liked to show it, none of Karen’s minions used to dress in an overly provocative way. They dressed good but they dressed respectable. However the next day those outfit choices had taken a big hit.

  Hot pink, tacky gold hoops, tight mini skirts, fishnet stockings, platform heels; the cheerleaders I had tended to had all gone through a big, group, makeover. Suddenly their outfits of choice were tacky and trashy, like cheap bimbos.

  Not only did they look very different they acted different too. They were cheerful and greeted everyone with a smile and a wave, especially me.

  “Like hi Hugo,” Shelley said pleasantly, pushing her huge tits down against my desk.

  “Like what are we gonna be learning about today?” another asked, also pushing out her cleavage.

  “I bet it’s gonna be smart. Ooo you’re so smart.”

  Suddenly I was their favorite person ever, my cheer session had really stuck with them and that included my added section about Karen.

  Just like Maria, Hannah and Sofia before them, the fresh pack of bimbos didn’t go and gather up with Karen at the back of the room like a bunch of lap dogs. Instead, for once, they steered clear and left her alone. I had used my spells to break her spell of influence over them. The queen had been left isolated.

  That was the moment I’d been waiting for. After years of torment suddenly there was nobody else around Karen, she was all on her own.

  She didn’t look happy about it in her throne, looking down over everybody else, but I sure did. After all with each of her minions tended to there was naturally only one target left for me to take care of.

  The small fries had been defeated. Only the final boss remained. It was time for the final battle.

  The Head Brat

  I had not had the magic book for long but already I had drastically changed the landscape of my university. The large gang of brats who had been terrorizing both the students and the professors alike had been dismantled by my hands and my magical spells.

  Not a lot of time had passed but a dozen bullies had been given their just deserts and disciplined by me. That only left one to go but it was the biggie. It was the queen bee. It was the head troublemaker. It was Karen, the main bitch.

  With her isolated, all of her minions having abandoned her, I began to devise my final attack. What was I going to do to give her a taste of her own medicine? What was I going to do to pay her back for years of abuse?

  I thought I’d have all the time in the world to come up with something. What I definitely did not expect was for Karen to be the one to make the first move. I was so preoccupied in thought I didn’t even notice that after class she remained behind so that she could approach me personally.

  “Hey,” she yelled out, slapping a hand on my desk, taking me off guard.

  Her sudden appearance almost made me stumble off my chair. I had to try and compose myself quickly as she glared at me, those dagger shooting eyes meaning serious business.

  “Oh Karen,” I said back to her, trying to escape her gaze, “did you need something?”

  “I just wanted to ask you some questions. Some questions about some weird things that have been happening recently.”

  She didn’t back away once she began questioning. In fact she got closer and closer, leaning over my desk to make that death stare even more intense.

  “Recently my friends have decided they no longer want to hang around with me, me of all people,” she continued, almost right on top of me.

  “And?”

  “Well while they suddenly all hate me they all seem to absolutely adore you, for some reason. I don’t know why anybody would adore you.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with--”

  Karen slammed her hands down on the desktop again, “Shut up! That’s not even the weirdest part! That would be the fact that suddenly they’re all big breasted, slutty, whores, or are you going to act like you didn’t notice that?”

  “I can’t say I didn’t notice…”

  It was pretty obvious. Maybe I’d gotten too carried away? After all when a dozen girls suddenly go through a chest focused growth spurt and as a result start dressing as cheap bimbo hookers you kinda notice.

  “So we’ve got all my friends becoming these things who suddenly hate me but love you. So my question to you is would you happen to know anything about that?”

  Her eyes were piercing. She knew I had something to do with it, she just knew. Luckily there was no way she could know the full details. There was no way she could foresee the existence of the magic book.

  With her questioning backing me into a corner I slowly began to drag the magic book from up out of my bag.

  “I don’t know a thing,” I lied, “I don’t even know what I could know. If your friends start acting different and dressed differently it’s got nothing to do with me. Perhaps it’s some sort of trend right now? Maybe--”

  “Hannah’s breasts inflating like balloons is not some fashion trend you moron virgin creep! Now tell me what you know before I get Daddy involved in this matter!”

  With her pressuring me I dropped my head down, joined hands resting against my nasal, thinking about what I could possible do. Finally I came to a decision.

  “Fine, fine,” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’ll tell you everything I know, but not now, it’s too dangerous. Meet me back here tonight at midnight. Just make sure don’t tell anyone a word about this.”

  Finally getting her way Karen pushed herself back from my desk, her lips curled into a grin. “Excellent, see you tonight then.”

  With her victory secured she strutted off, filled with her usual swagger and confidence. However her feeling of superiority was quite misplaced as on my lap the magic book was open to a page contain a spell of obedience, one I had mumbled quietly to myself while covering my mouth.

  She’d agreed to my terms
because she had to agree to them. That night she would return to my lab for our final encounter, ready to hear my explanation but I had no intention of telling her. I was going to show her instead.

  Usually the university was locked up tight in the middle of the night but I had unlocked the building just for Karen, so that she could return to my lab and fall into my trap.

  Just like I’d told her to she came to my lab in the dead of night, looking for answers and I was there to greet her, sitting at my desk like always.

  “Alright I’m here,” Karen said, folding her arms tight over her chest as she glared at me, “now tell me what’s been happening around here.”

  “I guess there’s no need to hide anything anymore. The answer is this,” I replied as I tapped my finger down onto my desk and more precisely on the thick, open, book which was adorned on the surface.

  “That? What the hell is that? Is that a book?”

  “Indeed it is, but this isn’t just any sort of book. This is a magic book.”

  She looked at me with that serious expression of hers before she slowly hissed out a small chuckle, Karen bursting into laughter.

  “A magic book? Do you seriously expect me to believe all this is because of some magic book?” she giggled, wiping away a tear of laughter, “Do you think I’m some sort of idiot?”

  “Well I do now,” I chuckled back at her, “after all, a smart girl would have run away and not allowed me to do this.”

  I quickly read the spell from the page in front of me and cast it at her, her entire body being surrounded by a faint purple glow. The spell I was using was the one I had used to polish off my first dose of payback against Karen’s bitch army. It was a bimbofication spell.

  A small gasp poured from her lips as her body began to shift.

  The first thing to change was her hair. Karen had always had long, flowing, locks of dark brunette hair that the other girls had tried to imitate. However thanks to my magic she was going a couple hundred shades lighter. Her brunette color was fading and being replaced with a bright, bleach blonde color.

  As her hair became platinum the rest of her body also began to feel the bimbo touch. Her blouse began to strain, the buttons popping off as her breasts expanded rapidly, her clothing struggling to contain the sudden growth.

  Growth was a theme as her ass was also affected by the bimbofication spell, her backside growing thicker and fatter, hips having to stretch out wider to accomodate, making her jeans slowly rip at the seams.

  Someplace where the growth was less destructive to her attire was her face. Her lips were also modified by the magic, growing plumper by the second, thick and full and positively impossible to miss.

  While growth seemed to be the thing defining her changes it was actually more the state of being emphasized. Every feature of hers was turning into that of a caricature bimbo. Even her nails began to grow to a length that made them look fake and tacky, her eyelashes doing the same.

  As time passed those platinum locks even began to grow longer, flowing down her back towards her newly expanded rear.

  The only piece of her which didn’t seem to be growing was her waist which narrowed down slightly and helped to give her body a strong, hourglass, figure, further emphasized by the increased size of her bust and hips.

  When the magic came to an end Karen looked just like a living Barbie doll.

  “Like what just happened?” Karen groaned as she staggered back, having to use the desks for support. “Why does my head feel all fuzzy? Why do my clothes feel so tight?”

  “Please, allow me.”

  This time I cast a spell on her clothing. She had the body of a bimbo but didn’t have the clothing to match.

  Her smart casual clothing began to warp towards something completely cheap and nasty under my influence, her blouse shrinking around her body, its texture shifting to fluff as it slowly turned into a tiny, pink, fur coat.

  The black bra she had below shifted in design towards a tight fitting tube top which gave her the room she needed to breath just for the trade off of doing very little to cover those expanded assets.

  Those jeans of hers split in two. The bottom half completely changed, shifting into fishnet stockings, leading into a pair of white platform heels. The upper half became a pair of itty bitty booty squeezing mini shorts.

  Karen watched in shock as her outfit shifted to match her new body. In addition her face was coated with a thick layer of makeup, those nails glistened with a glitter paint and the piercings in her ears turning into large golden hoops. She’d been given the full bimbo makeover.

  “Like… huh… what… how,” Karen began to babble. She’d just seen the entire thing but still she couldn’t comprehend it.

  “What did I tell you?” I said, standing with a grin adorning my face, “Magic.”

  “Magic. It’s real. Like… how could it be real? How.”

  “Oh it’s real and with this magic I have managed to take down each of your minions one by one and now there is only one bully remaining. You.”

  She whimpered as I pointed directly at her. She looked like she attempted an escape but with those ludicrously high heels and with those new, swinging, tits, her balance was completely thrown off. Instead of managing to escape she just wobbled and dropped down onto her knees.

  Her escape was a complete bust and I was still standing over her with the book in hand, looking triumphant while she squirmed.

  “Ah, what are you going to do to me?” she whined, “Whatever I’ve done to you, everything I’ve done to you, I’m sorry!”

  “It’s too late for that Karen but don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything drastic.”

  “R-really?”

  “Oh yes. I’m just going to completely your transformation.”

  I cast the next spell on her. Already I had bimbofied her body. I had bimbofied her outfit. The only part of her which needed to be given the bimbo treatment was her mind.

  Karen gasped as the magic burrowed into her brain and began to rewire her mind. It was changing her personality, it was changing her desires, it was was changing her intellect. It was removing that egotistical, snobby, bully brat mindset and replacing it with something a lot dumber, ditzier and downright gigglier.

  She already had the body of a bimbo, my magic was giving her a brain to go with it.

  It didn’t take long for the spell to have its way with her brain. The purple glow faded away after only a couple of moments, leaving her sat there looking completely absent minded. I had to clap my hands just to get her attention. The loud slap snapped her back to reality.

  “Like, what, huh?” she grumbled, rubbing her head.

  “Rise and shine Karen. Hmm, Karen, not really what I’d call a bimbo name. Maybe you need a new one for a new you, something like Kandy, with a K.”

  “Like, Kandy, what?” she continued, looking at me in confusion before looking down to herself, “Like did you do something to me? I feel weird.”

  She couldn’t help but giggle as she finished her words. She had no idea what was going on but she couldn’t help but feel giddy about it.

  “I just gave you a little improvement is all. Nothing big. I just got rid of a little pest problem.”

  Thanks to my hard work it was complete. Every one of Karen’s brats, including her herself, had been taken care of. The university was now free of her iron grip of terror. The queen bee who made college living hell for so many had been turned into a bimbo. The only question left was what to do with her.

  Once I’d transformed her friends and taken them off the path of evil I’d pretty much left them to their own devices however Karen was different, she’d been the mastermind behind their terror all along. She needed special attention.

  “Hey so like what do I do now?” she asked me as she sat there, giggling as her huge breasts hung down, “Like do I gotta get a magic book for myself and stuff?”

  “No Kandy, I’m afraid not. I have other things in store for you, things I’m going to enjoy
very much.”

  The book searched for me and came across the spells which I required. I was going to make her forget all about the magic book and the fact I had turned her into a bimbo and in the process I was going to make her mine.

  Just her being a bimbo wasn’t enough to pay me back for the years of torment. She was going to be my personal bimbo.

  My lab was far too impersonal. Plus I didn’t really want to mess the place up. Plus I didn’t want to risk getting caught in the act in anyway. I didn’t want any of those things. That was why I instead decided to relocate, with my prize, to my office.