“True.IwonderifKarenhashad—”
“It’shappening!”avoicesquealed.
JenandSusan’ssnappedtotheothersideoftheroom,buttheireyelinewas alreadyblockedbythecrowdflockingtowatchtheshow.Theyrushedoverso theydidn’tmissit.
Therewasnowaythroughthemob.Theywereforcedtospybetweengaps inthebodies.
Theyspottedagirl,justlikethem,becomingsomethingtotallydifferent.
Hertopwasstretchingoutasherbreastsswelledinsize.Shewasgaspingas herlipsnoticeablyfattened.Herhairwasgettinglongerasthesecondspassed by.
“It’sreallyhappening,”Jensaid.
“I’veneverseensomeonechangebefore,”Susansaid.
“But,inclass…”
“Imeaninperson.Thisissurreal.”
They’dwatchedvideos,butnobodygottoseethechangeinpersonunless theyweregoingthroughtheBimboficationpersonally.Itwastheirfirsttime seeingabimbointhemaking,live.
Herhipsweregettingwiderashertopbegantorip.She’dmadeamistake wearingsuchatight-fittingshirt.Herexpandingtitsshowedtheflimsyfabricno mercy.
“Areyouokay?”somebodyasked.
“Howdoesitfeel?”askedanother.
“Feelsso…good,”thetargetgiggled,handsidlyreachinguptofondleher massivemelons.
Jencouldn’ttakehereyesaway.Itwasanextraordinarysight.Watchinga humantransformbeforeyourveryeyeswascaptivating.
“Thisissoweird,”Jenwhispered.“Iwonderifshe’stheonlyonewho’s goingtochange.”
“I’mnotsure.Oddssaytwobutthat’snotcer—”SusanglancedatJenand squealed.“J-Jen!”
“Huh?”
“Yourhair!”
Jenflickedhergazetothemirrorsthatwerecommandeeringlargeportions ofthewalls.Herjawalmosthitthefloorasshespotteditinstantly.Itwas
impossibletomiss.
Hernaturalbrunettehairwasblondeattheroots.Acolorshe’dneverbeenin herwholelife.She’dneverdyeditthatshadeanditcertainlywasn’therreal color.
“S-Susan?”Jensaid.“Doesthismean?”
“Ithink,yeah,”Susansaid.“Ithinkyou’vebeenselected.”
Beforehereyes,theblondecolorbegantorun.Itwaslikewateroverflowing fromaspring.Dribblesofplatinumgoldleakedthroughherlocksandrecolored everythingittouched.
Therewasnodoubt.Thishadtobeduetothetreatment.Shehadbeen selected.
“Anotherone,”somebodysaid.
Showonewasover.AlleyesturnedtoJen.
Shewasnervousaboutchangingasitwas.Nowshehadtodoitinfrontofa livestudioaudience.
TheBimboficationpaidhernervesnointerest.Itsentapleasanttingling sensationthroughherflatchest.Jensqueakedasitfeltlikeherbreastswere vibratingfromtheinside.Whattheyweredoingwasswelling.
Largebulgespushedintohershirtasherchestgainedrapidlyincreasedin size.Inamannerofseconds,she’dtransformedfromaslenderA-cupintoaC.
Anditshowednosignsofstopping.
“Jen,howdoyoufeel?”Susanasked.
“Tootight,”Jenwhined.Theofficialadvicehadbeentoattendwithout underwear,butJenhadbeentooembarrassedtodoso.Shewasbeingpunished forwearingabraasbreaststoobigfilledcupstoosmall.
Itwasn’tjusthertits.Herjeansbegantofeelveryuncomfortableasher behindgainedmass.Shewastoldtowearaskirt,butshe’dalwaysbeenajeans
girl.Shewantedtofeelascomfortableaspossibleforthebigday.Itwascoming backtobiteher.Convenientlyenough,onhergrowingass.
Shebitdownonherbottomliptomuffleastrainedgroan.Hertoothsunk deeperthanexpectedasherlipsrevealedthemselvestobestartingtheirown metamorphosis.
“Susan.Helpme,”Jensaid.
“There’snothingIcando.Ican’tstopit,”shesaid.
“Idon’tmeanlikethat.Canyouunhookmybra?”Despitebeingtrapped,her titsstillstubbornlyswelledtoaD-cupandforcedmorestraintoherstrangled chest.
“Youweren’tsupposedtowearone,”Susansaid.
“Iknow.Ishouldhavelistened.Now,unhookitbeforeIexplode.”
Susannoddedandrushedaround.Shenevertookhereyesoffthe transformingJenandmadesuretocopalonglookatherass.Thetightlittle thingwasturningintoathick,meaty,rump.Itwasfascinatingtowatchone’s friendtransforming.
SheunhookedJen’sbrathroughherclothes.Italmostburstawaythe momentitwasfreed.Jen’sshirtwastheonlythingthatstoppeditinmotion.
“Thankyou,”Jensaid.“Nextcanyouget—”
“Yourjeans.Iknow.Inoticed,”Susansaidasshegottowork.
Jen’sbottomswerehardertoremove.Heronceslenderhipshadwidened intoaspaciousshapeherjeansweren’tdesignedfor.Susanhadtouseallofher strengthtodragthemdownhercurvaceouslowerhalfandfreshlybubbledbutt.
“Thisiswhyyoushouldhavewornaskirt,”Susansaid.
“YouknowIdon’twearthem,”Jensaid.
“You’regonnahavetogetusedtothem,”someonesaidinthecrowd.
“Noaudienceparticipation,”Susansaid.“Thisisstrangeenoughforher
withoutgettingheckled.”
Susanfinallyfinishedhertask.Shefellbackasthewaistlinepoppeddown andfreedJen’sass.
Ithadoncebeensmallandcute.It’dturnedfatandmeaty.Itjiggledinplace assoonasitescapeditsconfines.Sureshewasstillwearingapairofpanties,but itwasburieddeepbetweenthecheeksandhadbeenforciblyrecastasathong.
“That’sbetter,”Jensighed.Therewasnolongeranythingstragglingher growingassets.
Herbodyseemedtosensethat.Withoutwarning,Jen’stransformationpicked upinintensity.
Jen’stits,whichweregeneroushandfulsinsize,suddenlyswelledthrough thecupsizesfasterthanshecouldtrackthem.Thebuttonsonhershirtstrained asherjugsdecidedtoputherremainingclothingtothetest.
Herhipsspreadoutwithoutjeanstoworrythem.Theyturnedfromcurvy modesttolivingdoll.Therewasnosuchthingastoowide,especiallywithan assthatkeptgettingfatter.Shewouldn’tbeabletowalkwithoutherlowerhalf wiggling.
Thecolorstreakingdownherhairhadpaintedmostofherlocksinblonde, buttheyweren’tcontentwiththat.Herhaironlyreacheddowntohershoulders.
TheBimboficationexpectedmore.Permanentextensionsgrewdownwards, stretchingacrosshershouldersanddownherback.Naturally,theywerealso blonde.Theonlycolorabimboneeded.
Jen’sgaspinglipsgrewfatterasherfacialfeaturestightened.Hernose narrowedandhercheekbonesraised.Itwascompletelypainlessandmore efficientthansurgerycouldeverbe.Inthepast,someoneofherchanginglooks wouldhavebeenclassedasamodel.Inthisera,shewasjustanotherstunning bimbo.Perfecttotheoppositesex.
Asherbodychangedfromaveragetosexy,awarmtinglysensationwashed throughher.Itblessedeverypartofherbodywithapleasantglow,butitgave themostattentiontotheareaschangingthemost.
Hereyelidsfluttered,flickingherincreasinglylongandthicklashes.Itwas suchawonderfulfeelingofbliss.Shecouldn’thelpmoaning,especiallyasthe buzzgrewmoreintenseinhernoggin.
“Jen,areyouokay?”Susanasked.
Asmallgiggleslippedfree.Herbrainfeltdrunkonpleasure.Thedecision makerfeelingtheeffectsamplifiedalltheotherjoyousfeelingsswirlingaround hermorphingbody.
“Yeah,”Jenreplieddully.Itwashardtothink.Shecouldn’tputmore brainpowerintoheranswer.Itwasbusyfocusingonmoreimportantthingslike wishinghertitswerealittlebiggerandherassalittlefatter.
Theywerealreadyhuge.Hershirtwasstretchedandherasswasbeggingto beslappe
d.However,theBimboficationansweredhercallanddidn’tstop changingher.
Itfeltsogood.Theheatradiatedthroughher.Itwasespeciallypotentinher tight,virgin,pussy.Nobodycouldseethem,butshewaschangingdownthereas well.Shewasgettingeventighter.Naturallywetter.Herclitwasswellingand turningmoresensitivewhichwouldservehernicelyinthefuture.
Thechangefeltbetterthanmasturbating.Sointoxicating.Jendrooledher wetnessintoherpanties.Itwasheavenly.
Herassetskeptexpanding.Shewasonherwaytobeingaperfectbimbo doll.Hertitshadalreadysurpassedtheinitialthirdofthealphabetandwere risingthroughthesecond.Intothesizesthatonlybimbosnaturallyreached.
Jen’snipplesstiffenedandrubbedagainsthershirtthatstrainedfordearlife.
Itcouldn’thangonmuchlonger.Somethinghadtogive.
Ofcourse,itwouldn’tbetheBimbofication.
Thebuttonsurrenderedandpoppedoff.Hergianttitspoppedfreeand presentedtothecrowd.Theyweresofttothetouchbutremainedfirmlike siliconeimplants.Therewasverylittlesagforbreastsoftheircolossalsize.
“Thatalmosttookmyeyeout!”someonecomplained.
“Lookatthesizeofthem,”anothersaid.“Dobimbosalwaysgetthatbig?”
“Whatplanetareyoulivingon?Thosearebig,evenbybimbostandards.”
Thecrowdwasn’twrong.TheBimboficationturnedwomenintoa stereotype,butitdidn’tmakethemacarboncopy.Therewerestillplentyof variables.Jen’shadcomeoutonthelargesize.
Therewasanotherbimbointheroom,andJenwasbyfarthemorestacked ofthetwo.
Nowthatshewasshirtless,herfullfigurewasondisplay.Hergiantbust,and widehips,wereinfullcontrasttoherwaist.Ithadgottennarrower,givinghera textbookhourglassphysiquelikesomethingoutofamalefantasy.
Herstomachwasasflatasanathletes,butshewouldn’tbeabletorun anywherewithsuchoversizedtits.
Shehadtheperfectlegs,aswell.They’dgrownmoreslenderandshapelyas thetransformationhadprogressed.Theywerefitforthecatwalk.She’dlook killerwhenshefinallyslippedintoapairofheels.
Eventually,thegrowthcametoahalt.
Bythetimeitwasover,Jen’stitshadadvancedhalfwaythroughthealphabet incupsize.Eachbreastwasbiggerthanherhead.
Naturallycurledlocksofblondehairdrizzleddowntheirupperportionand pointedatherstiff,pink,nipples.Therestcascadeddownherback.
Herpantiessomehowremained.Theywererippedattheseams,buthungon byaliteralthread.Theywerewaterloggedatthecrotchandinvisiblebetween
hermeatybuttocks.
Jen’snailshadgottenlonger,thenaturalsizeoffakes,toprovideherwiththe finaltouch.Inbody,shewasanidealbimboineverysingleway.Evenfor somebodywhohadgonethroughtheBimbofication,shewassmokinghot.
“Isitover?”Susanasked.
“Huh?”Jensaid.Hermindremainedfuzzy.Theexternalchangeswere complete,butinternallyshestillhadawaytogo.
Herbrainwastinglingallover.TheBimboficationwasmakingpermanent changestohermind.Itwasnogoodlookinglikeababewhilethinkingnormally.
Beingabimbowasn’taboutlookinggood.Morethananything,beingabimbo wasamindset.
Jen’smemoriesremaineduntouched,butthewaysheviewedthemchanged.
Talesoffundayswithherfriendsweregivenasidenoteofwhyshethoughtit wasacceptabletogooutinanoutfitlikethat.
Thetreatmentwarpedherinterestsintosomethingthatcomplimentedthe newher.Prioritywasgiventolookinggreat,keepingfit,doinghousework, havingsex,andpleasingothers.
ItsappedawayherIQ,butthatwasokay.Beingsmartmeantbeingableto worry.Agoodbimbodidn’tworryaboutathing.Othersthoughtforthem.They livedastress-freelifeofblissfulhappiness.
Shewasnolongerthesmartgirlshe’doncebeen.Jenwaschangedintoa ditzyblondewhosawthewholeworldthroughapink-tinted,bimbo,lens.
“AtloniatoJen,”Susansaid,snappingherfingers.“Areyouinthere?”
Hermindhadbeencaughtinatranceasunneededthoughtswerereplaced withbimboideals.Itwaslikerebootingacomputer.Herpowerswitchedback on,butthedatainsidehadchanged.
“I’mhere,”shesaid.“WhereelsewouldIbe?”Agiggleslippedeffortlessly
fromherswollenlips.
“Finally,”Susansaid.“IwasworriedtheBimboficationhadbrokeyou,Jen.”
“Jen?”
“Shit.Youdidn’tforgetyourname,didyou?”
“Ofcoursenot,silly!”Jengiggled.“But,IhatebeingcalledJen.”
“It’swhatI’vealwayscalledyou.”
“Well,Iwasbeingsilly.CallmeJenny.It’ssomuchcuter.”
“Jenny?Isthisreallystillyou?”
“Duh,ofcourseitis.”JennygaveSusanabighug.Oninstinct,shedragged Susan’sheadbetweenhergianttits.“I’mlikeabitdifferentnow,butit’sstillme.
Yourbestestfriendinthewholeworld.”
“Okay.Iunderstand.Now,pleasestopsmotheringme,”Susansaidintothat deepcleavage.
“Sorry!”Jennysaid,freeingherfriend.
Susantookadeepbreathassoonasshereturnedtothelandoftheliving.
“God,Jenny.Youseriouslychangedaton.You’relikeadifferentperson.Ican’t believeyougotso…hot.”
“Thehottest,”shesaid,posinglikeamodelatashoot.
Inaway,shewasadifferentperson.JenhadbeenreplacedwithJenny.But, thatwasnothingtobesadabout.Beingabimbowasagreathonor.Itmeanta lifeofhappinesswasguaranteed.MostwouldcallJennyaluckygirl.
Notlongafterhertransformationwascomplete,thetimerreachedzero.The changeswereover.Justthetwohadmorphed.Theresthadbeenrejected.
Thenumberswerereplacedwiththefamiliarbimbohost,Candy.
“Hiagain,everyone.Ihopethetreatmentwentwell.Ifyouain’tabimboyet thenyou’renevergonnabeone.Sorry!Otherwise,youshouldlookalotmore likeme.”
Withtheirblondehair,swollenlips,andbigtits,Jennyandtheroom’sother bimbolookedasiftheycouldhavebeentheannouncer’ssisters.Eachother’sas well.
“You’reallfreetogonow.But,ifyougotchanged,youcanstaytotakepart inourspecialmeetingservice.Wegotatonofhot,rich,singleguyswaitingto meetyou.Doesn’tthatsoundlikefun?I’msojealous.I’dstayifIwasyoutotry andfindmeaman.”
Jennyhadforgottenallabouttheafters.Forthosewhochanged,the Bimboficationdidn’tneedtoendoncethechangewascomplete.Itwastimeto showherselfoff.
Rightontime.Suddenly,Jennyfelthungryforsomecock.
“Areyougonnastay?”Susanasked.
“Duh.Ofcourse,”shesaid.“I’dreallyliketogetfucked.”
Susanblushed.“Youreallyhavechanged.TheoldJenwouldneverhavesaid that.”
“Well,I’mthenewJennyandI’mfeelingsuperhorny.”
“You’regonnabesomuchfunfromnowon,”Susanlaughed.“Goodluck, Jenny.Ifyou’regonnagetone,makesureyougetthehottest,richest,onceyou can.”
“Duh,that’stheplan!”
Attheparty,Jennycouldpotentiallymeetthemanshewouldspendtherest ofherlifewith.Therewasnoreasontoselectanybodywhowasn’ttheabsolute best.
Chapter3
TheAfterpartyhappenedaftereveryBimbofication.Itwasanothersolution thatworkedforeverybody.
Menwhopaidahigh,premium,price,andpassedaseriesoftests,were allowedtoattendthespecialeventfilledwithallthefreshlytransformedbimbos inthesector.
Itwaslesspartyandmorelikeabrothel.Themenpickedabimboandifshe acceptedthey’dgotoaprivateroomtogetherfor
somealonetime.
Theaimwastohookabimboupwitharichbenefactor.Didn’tmatterifit wasasaboyfriend,husband,orsugardaddy.Thepointwastofindamillionaire tocareaboutoneofthebimbos.
Allbimbosgotstateaiduntiltheyfoundamanoftheirowntoprovidefor them.OverhalfofbimboswhoattendtheAfterpartymeettheirmatch.Agreat returnthatworksforall.
Nobimbowasgoingtofindalackingpartner,either.Thehugepricetag didn’tjustearnthegovernmentsomeneededfunds.Itguaranteedonlythe wealthiestcouldattend.Beyondthat,theystillhadtopassaseriesoftests.
Nobodywastryingtohookthegirlsupwithuglyoldmen.Theonlyguys allowedwereashandsomeandhungastheywererich.
Jennywassoexcitedtoattend.
Shecouldn’tgomeetingthehottestbachelorsinthelandwearingtrainers andrippedpanties;plusnothingelse.Luckily,thefacilityofferedahugewalk-in wardrobeofbimboappropriateclothingforhertoslipinto,freeofcharge.
Fittingly,aroundseventypercentoftheoutfitswerepink.Nobimboever
complainedaboutthat.
Jennywasn’tgoingtobethefirst.
Sheranaround,giggling,likeakidinacandyshop.Intheend,shewentfor averyclassiclook.
Herlegsgotthekillerheelstheydeserved.Six-inchhotpinkhighheelsthat emphasizedherentirelowerhalf.Despitethefactshe’dneverbeenableto balanceonanythinghigherthanfourinherlife,shehandledthenewpair effortlessly.
Foradress,shepickedatiny,strapless,vinylpinkdressthatnobodywould mistakeforbeingclassy.PVCclothingwasonlyworncasuallybybimbogirls likeher.
Itwasalittletoosmallforsomebodyofherbuild,whichwaswhatmadeit great.Itonlyjusthidhernipplesandtrulyemphasizedthesizeofherluscious bust.Hermightycleavagewasonfulldisplay.
Thebottomhalfreachedthetopofherthighsandwasdangerouslycloseto revealingmore.Tosayherasswaspackedinsidewouldbeanunderstatement.It lookedeagertopopout.
Tofinishitoff,sheworeapencil-thinpinkthongandhugegoldhoop earrings.Accessorieseverybimboneedsinhercloset.
Sheusedtheauto-appliertodollherselfupwithathickcoatingofmakeup thatgaveherhotpinklips,blushedcheeks,andatonofshadowthatdrewplenty ofattentiontohernowsparklingblueeyes.
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