Herentirebodytrembledasorgasmicblissbathedherheadandlockedherin eternallovewithherperfecthusband.
TheBimboficationwasover.She’dgottenitall.Thebody.Thebrain.And theman.
Shewassogladshe’dbeenturnedintoabimbo.
Chapter5
“Higirls,”Jennysaidintohertablet.
Shewasdoingavideocallwithherbestfriends,SusieandKaren,while loungingonthetropicalsandsofBetrishanIII.Underaroastingsun.Completely naked.
“Stillonyourhoneymoon?”Karensaid.“It’sbeenweeks.”
“Iknow.But,Zachdoesn’tneedtogobacktotraininguntilnextseason.
That’slike…foreveraway.”
“Youluckything.Iswearthat’sthesixthplanetI’veseenyourelaxingon.”
“We’regoingtoToppocaMayanextweek!”
“Ican’tbelieveyougotmarriedtoZachRanger,”Susiesaid.“OurJenny.
Walkedinshivering.Walkedoutastheplanet’shottestcelebritycouple.”
AhotbimbolikeJennywasalwaysboundtoattractatonofattentionwhen shewasmarriedtothetopMeteorballplayerontheplanet.She’dturnedintoa minorcelebrityinherownright.Picturesofhervarioushoneymoonswereall overthegalactaweb.
“Iknow,right?”Jennygiggled.“Zachisthebest!Ilovehimmorethan anything.”
“I’malittlejealousIdidn’tgetchosen,”Karensaid.“Ihavetotryandfinda jobandyou’reloungingnakedwithoutacare.”
“Nottrue!I’vealmostfinishedmyLaqaShake.”
“Thesecelebs.They’llneverunderstanduscommonfolk,”Susiesaid.
“Whenyougetback,yougottatellusallyourstories,”Karensaid.
“Totallywill,butIgottagonow.”
“Lemmeguess.Zachiscoming,”Susiesaid.
“Yeah.”
“Andhe’sbuttnaked.”
Jennygiggledindelight.“Totally.”
“Don’thangupyet,”Karensaid.“Letuspeek.Justforalittlewhile.”
“Sorrygirls.Allmine!”Jennysaidasshehungupandtwistedaroundtotake along,lingering,lookatherstudlyhubby.Allhissweatglisteningmuscles madeherinsidesfeelhot.
“Hey,babe.Igotyouarefill,”Zachsaid.
“Aww,thankssweetie.You’rethebest!”
“Howdoyouthankyourhusbandfortreatingyou?”
Shesmirkedandwiggledoveronherreclinersothatshewasstaringrightat hisenchantingpackagefromitslevel.
Softly,shepuckeredupandwrappedherplumplipsaroundthehead.Her tonguerolledouttocoaxhermanintofullstiffness.
Hepattedherhead,showingherwhatagoodgirlshewasbeingwhile coaxingheron.Theybothknewitwouldn’tendwithoutherdrinkinghisload.
Beyondthat,thetwoofthemfuckingoutintheopenforaslongastheycould.
ItwasnowonderthatJennydidn’tregretbeingselectedforthetreatmentone bit.Shewasthehappiestbimbointheentireuniversewiththebestmanather side.
Thenagain,thatwaswhateverybimbotoldherself.Andnoneofthemwere wrong.
GeektoBimbo
Chapter1
BimboficationDay.Adaythateveryyoungwomanhadmarkedonher calendar.
Itwasregardedasthemostimportantdayofagirl’slife.Rightfullyso.
Potentially,theirwholelifecouldchange.
Samunderstoodthat.However,shedidn’tregarditasaspecialdayforher.
Becausesheknewshedidn’thaveahell’schanceofbeingselected.
Forher,BimboficationDaywasaninconvenience.
Shedidn’thaveaproblemwithbimbos.LikemostresidentsofAtlonia,Sam respectedthemforallthegoodthey’ddonefortheplanet.Shedidn’tevenhave anyissuewithbeingtransformedintoabimbo.But,attheendoftheday,it wasn’thappeningtoher.
Outofeverybodyattending,shewasthemostill-suitedtobecominga bimbo.Shewasasfarfromtheidealasonecouldget.
Samhadneverbeenasocialbutterfly.Shewasn’tahitwiththeboys,a prettygirldolledupinpink,orfeminineinanyway.
Inschool,shewasoftenfoundatthebackoftheclass.Alone.Lunchbreaks werespentinthelibrary.Afterschool,itwasstraighthometoaworldof solitude.Shewasanerd.Ageek.Aloser.Notbimbomaterialatall;ananti-socialtomboy.
Still,shewasforcedtoattend.Samwasmadetogothroughthemotions, alongwitheverybodyelse.
Shewasherdedintothevenue,givenanumber,andforcedtostandamongst thecrowdlikeshebelonged.Sheclearlydidn’t.
Allshehadincommonwiththosearoundherwasanageandagender.She wasatwenty-two-year-oldwoman,aswaseverybodyelsegoingthroughthe samething.ThatmeantshewasforcedtotakepartintheBimbofication,evenif theoddsofherbeingselectedwaszero.
Nothingshecoulddoaboutit.Noreasontocomplain.Besttostayquiet, survivetendullminutes,thenrushbackhomesoshecouldbingethesecondhalf ofBarbarianHunters.
It’djustgottentoagoodpart.Shewaseagertoseehowitturnedout.
Aftertoolong,forSam’sliking,thelightsdimmedandallattentionwas pulledtowardsahugescreenhoveringoverhead.Itlitupwiththefaceofa bimbohostess.Somegenericblonde.TheoppositeofSam.
“Hieverybody!I’mCandy,”squeakedthroughthespeakers.“Ihopeyou’re allexcited.TodayisBimboficationday!”
Obviously.Whyelsewouldshebehereandnotenjoyingtoplesswarriors battlingagainstfantasymonsters?
“Letmeexplainhowthisworksforanyofyousillygirlswhodon’tknow.
Today,you’reallgonnagetinjectedwiththissuperspecialserumthing.For mostofyou,itain’tgonnadonothing.Forliketenpercentofyou,it’sgonna turnyouintoabimbogirl.Likeme!”
Themajoritywouldbeprayingtobeinthattenpercent.Beingabimbowasa bigdealonAtlonia.Itwasabadgeofhonortobewornwithpride.
BeforetheBimboficationhadbeenintroduced,Atloniawasincrisis.The birthratewasplummetingwhilecrime,unemployment,andsuicidewereonthe rise.Theintroductionofbimbosintosocietyhadturneditallaround.Centuries laterandAtloniawasstillprospering.
Samknewallofthis,butitdidn’tmatter.Shealreadyknewwhichgroupshe wasgoingtobein.
“You’llbesplitintogroupsoftwentyandgiventhetreatment,”Candy continued.“Withintenminutes,you’llknowwhetherornotyouwerechosen.
Youluckygirlswillturnintoagigglybimbolikemebeforethetimeisup.Each ofyoushouldhavebeengivenanumber.Pleaseheadtothedoorittellsyouto go.Goodluckgirls!”
Thelightingreturnedandbignumbersappearedovereachdoor.
Withlittleelsetodo,Samtrudgedovertowhereshewassupposedtobe, hopingtogetitoveranddonewithasquicklyaspossible.
“Ohmygod.Don’ttellmethatyou’reinmygroup.”
Samshivered.Thatshrill,grating,voice.It’dbeenawhile,butSam rememberedit.She’dhearditenough,squawkingintheclassroom,torecognize itinaninstant.
Sheturnedtoseeherclass’sformerqueenbee,Dakota,glaringather.
Hercompleteopposite.
Samwasaboyish,loner,geek.Herlongbangshidherface,shewore unflatteringclothingthatcoveredherchubbybody,andshepreferredthe companyofabooktoanotherlivingperson.
Dakotawasaloud,girly,bitch.Thekindofgirlwhoflutteredherlashesfor theteachersandgotthemtopraiseherforbeingasweetheart.Then,whentheir backswereturned,wouldspitvenomatthosewhodaredearnherwrath.
Itfeltweirdseeingherwithoutagroupofdoppelgängerminionsslobbering atherfeet.
“Guessso,”Samsaid,shrugginghershoulders.
“Whydidyouevenbothershowingup?”Dakotasaid.“Doyouth
inkyou,of allpeople,haveachanceofbeingselected?Ifanybodyhereisgoingtobe
selected,it’sgoingtobeme.I’msixth-generation,fromalonglineofbimbos.”
Sammuffledagroan.Notthisagain.She’dhearditenoughinschool.She didn’tneedarefreshercourse.
Dakotaalwaysbraggedabouthowhermotherwasabimbo.Andher grandmother.Andgreat-grandmother.Andyoucanfigureouttherest.
HerlastfiveancestorshadallbeenselectedbytheBimbofication.Itwas onlynaturalthatshewouldfollowintheirfootsteps.Shemadethatveryclear, veryoften.
“Ididn’twanttocome,”Samsaid.“It’smandatory,youknow.”
“That’sstupid.Thingslikeyoushouldbeexempt.Allyou’redoingis slowingpeoplelikemedownandservingasanuglyeyesore.”
Sampulledherhoodandburiedherheadalittledeeperintohersafetynet.
“It’snotmydecision.”
“Well,afterIamselected,I’mgoingtomarrythemostpowerfulmanIcan findsohecanmakesomechangestothiscircusact.Keeptheanimalsaway.”
“Whateveryousay,Dakota.”
“Noneedtosoundsojealous.I’msureyou’llfindacattokeepyou company.”DakotapushedherwaypastSamsothatshewasaheadintheline.
Orderofentrymadenodifference.Itwassimplyherwayofmakingsurethat Samknewherplaceinthepeckingorder.
Samdidn’ttalkback.Shedidn’twantanythingtodowiththattoxiccow.She simplyprayedthatamiraclewouldhappenandDakotawouldberejected.
Watchingherfalltopieceswouldmaketheentireeventworthattending.
Sadly,sheknewthatwouldn’thappen.Dakotawashalfwaytobeinga bimbo.Therewasnowaysuchanappropriatecandidatewouldn’tbeselected.
Chapter2
Thenewroomwassmallerthanthefirst.Rightfullyso,asitonlyhadtohold twentypeople.Well,nineteenpeopleandonebitch.
Samtookaspotinthebackcorneroftheroom,whereshewoulddrawthe leastattention.
Insharpcontrast,Dakotapositionedherselfinthemiddlesoalleyeswould beuponher.
Whatanobnoxiouscow.
AnewscreenswitchedonandinterruptedSamstaringdaggersintotheback ofDakota’sstupidhead.
“Hey,girls,”thenewlyreturnedCandysaid.“We’llbestartinginamo’.
Pleasemakesureyou’restandingonthemarkers.”
Alreadydone.Samhadnointentionofslowingthingsdown.
“Great!We’llbegivingyoutheshotnow.Goodluckgirls!”
Theimageclickedawayandlaserpointersdescendedfromtheceiling.One hoveredovereachwoman.Inunison,theyfiredredbeamsintotheirtargets.
Samdidn’tfeelathing.Therayoflightenteredherbodyandalteredher DNAwithoutalertingher.Itaddedthebimbo-makingserumtothebloodstream.
Everybodyelsewasinthesamesituation.
Forninetypercentofthem,theinjectionwouldhavenoeffect.Itwouldbe foreverdormant.
Tenpercentwouldchangeintobimbodolls,likethewomanonthescreen.
Samhadagoodideawhichwayshe’dgo.
Acounterappearedonthescreen.Tenminutes.Oncethecounterreached
zero,itwasover.Samwasfreetogohome;backtoherboxset.
Untilthen,shewasstuckwaiting.Shewishedshehadabook,tablet,or gameshecouldplaytoentertainher.Shedidn’tfeellikemingling,especially withDakotawithinearshot.
“Whydidn’titwork!?”theattention-seekerwhined.
“It’snotinstant,”somebodysaid.“Youneedtowaitabit.”
“Why?Weallknowit’sgoingtopickme.Ihavebimbobloodrunning throughmyveins.Fivegenerationsofbimbosbeforeme.I’mgoingtobethe sixth.”
Definitelynomingling.Somemusicwouldbegood.Samwasn’tsureshe’d lastthetenminutesifDakotawasplanningonsharingherbiography.
Itdidn’tmatterhowforcefullyDakotawilledthetimertohurryup,itwas movingatitsownpace.
Fiveminutespassedatasnail’space,withnoentertainmentonofferthat didn’tinvolveDakota’spreaching.Nobodytransformedduringthattimeperiod.
Somethingveryunusual.
Withtwentygirls,statisticspredictedtwotochange.Atleastonewas incrediblylikely.It’shighlyuncommonfornobodytobeselectedinagroup.
Especiallyagroupwithbimboroyaltyinwaitingstandinginthemiddle, impatientlytappingherfootwhilesighingforalltohear.
Samdidn’tcareiftheirentiregroupwasrejected.Dakotadid.
“Waiting,”Dakotasaid,forthemillionthtime.Shewasn’thidingher irritation.“Whatistakingsolong?”
“Maybenobody’sbeenselected?”someonesaid.
“Areyoujoking?Me,notbeingselected?DoyouknowwhoIam?Icome fromalongline—”
“Fivegenerationsofbimbos.Wehearditthefirstfewtimes,”another
heckled.
Samsnickered.NobodywouldhavedaredspeaktoDakotalikethatbackin school.Sheruledtheclassroomwithanironfist.However,thatwasyearsago.
Dakotawaspesteringwomen,notgirls.Womenwhodidn’tneedtotakehershit.
TheywereconvertingSamintoafanoftheirwork.
Dakotaseemedtonoticeshewassinkinglikealeadballoon.Her intimidationtacticsdidn’tworkonthemajority.So,likeagoodbully,she targetedtheweaklink.
“Whatareyoulaughingat?”DakotasnappedatSam.“Doyouthinkthisis funny?”
“Alittlefunny,”Samsaid.
“Iagree.Hilarious!Simplyhilarious!Daringtoleavemewaiting.Meofall people.Ishouldbeabimbonow.Instead,I’mstuckherewithaneyesorelike youwho…”ThecolorsuddenlydrainedfromDakota’sface.“Whatthe?What sortofjokeisthis?”
“Huh?”Samsaid.
Alleyesaimedather.NotatDakota.Theybypassedtheattention-seekerand wentstraighttoSam.
Shesquirmedundertheirgaze.She’dalwayshateddrawingacrowd.The lastthingshecravedwasanaudience.Theeyesofnineteenwomenwatching her,inamixofshock,amazement,anddisgust,didn’tmakehercomfortable.
“Whyiseveryonelookingatme?”Samsaid,sinkingdeeperintoherhood.
“Yourhair,”oneofthegirlssaid.
Sampeekedatthelocksdanglingoutofherhood.Shegasped.Itwasthelast thingsheexpectedtosee.
Herhairwasnaturallyverydark.Almostraven-blackincolor.Whatwas hangingacrosstherimofherglasseswasbrilliantlyblonde.ItmatchedDakota’s
incolor.
“Noway.Thiscan’tbe,”Samsaid.
“Takedownyourhood,”someoneyelled.
Withreluctant,shaking,hands,Samdidasshewastold.Shepulledherhood downandlookedatthemirrorwallstoconfirmthatshe’dbeenseeingthings.
Spoiler.Shehadn’t.
Itwasn’tjustasinglelockwhichhadmorphed.Insecret,herhairhadbegun tochangefromitsusualtoneintoaplatinumblonde.Hercrownwasa completelydifferentcolortowhatitshouldhavebeen.
“She’sbeenselected.”
“Finally,someoneischanging.”
“Congrats,girl.”
Samcouldn’tbelieveit.Outofallofthem,she’dbeenpicked.Theworst candidateofthelot.Theothergirlswereamixtureofpretty,thin,fitand shapely.Incontrast,shewasapale,pudgy,anti-social,nerd.Andshewasbeing selected.
Notsixth-generationDakota.Samthegeek.
“Thiscan’tbehappening,”Dakotasquawked.“Thishastobeacrueljoke.
Howcanshebeselectedandnotme?That’ssupposedtobeme!”
“It’snotlikeIaskedforthis,”Samprotested.Herbodywasstartingtotingle alloverandherchestfelttighter.Eitherherbrawasshrinkingortheassets insideweregrowing.Itdidn’ttakeageniusto
correcttherightone.
Herbusthadalwaysbeenonthelargersize.Itcomplimentedherpudgy figure.However,thiswasdifferent.Thiswasn’therweightgivinghersize.The bulgepressingintohersweatshirtwasthestartofhernewbimbobody.
Sheshouldhavelistenedtotheinstructionsandgonebraless.Shenever thoughtshewouldbeselectedinamillionyearssoignoredit.Aclearmistake.
Samscrambledandunhookeditbeforeitsuffocatedher.Hertitspractically poppedfreewiththepressurerelieved.Itfeltmuchbetter.
“No.Theycan’tseriouslybegrowing,”Dakotasaid.“Thosearesupposedto bemine.”
“Comeon,liftyourtop.Wecanhardlyseehere.Thisistheonlytimewe’ll evergettoseethis.Don’thideit.”
Showingoffdidn’tinterestSamatall.However,herheartthrobbedatthe thoughtofallthoseeyeswatchingherbody.Thetinglingturnedatadmore intense,encouraginghertoparticipate.
Againstherbetterjudgment,Samremovedhersweatshirtandpulledherbra fromunderhert-shirt.Shedidwanttoseeaswell,afterall.Shewascurious.
Onethingshenoticed,instantly,washowmuchthinnershelooked.Her chubbybelly,andmeatylovehandles,wereshrinkingaway.Shecouldn’thelp rubbingherhandacrossherstomach.Itfeltsoflat.
Herwaistwasnarrowing,butherhipsremainedoutstretched.Ifanything, theyweregettingwider.Andheralwaysfatbehindwasgettinglarger.Itwas becomingmoreshapelyandtransformingfromthejustsoftintotheshapelyand gropable.
“Lookinggood,”oneofthecrowdsaid.
“Thisissoweird.It’sadifferentexperiencewatchingitinperson.Hey,how doesitfeel?”
“Itfeels…prettygood,”Samsaid.
Thetinglesofdelighthadspreadtoeverypartofher.Itwasespeciallypotent onwherethechangesweremostapparent,aswellasbetweenherthighs.She couldn’thelpfeelinghotwithaeuphoricglowradiatingaroundherbody.
Shelickedherlipsandfeltabuzzradiate.Undertheswirlofhertongue,her lipsgotfatter.Theywerefinallygainingsomelusterafterbeingthinfora
lifetime.Theywereturningbloatedlikeallthebimbosshe’deverseen.
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