Assoonasthevideowasdone,Bambirushedtowardsherdoorlikea womanpossessed.
Twostepslater,shefellontoherface.Stupidsix-inchheels.
“Didshereallycomewearingthosedumbthings?Doesshethinkshe’sa bimboalready?”
“Onlybimboscouldwalkonsuchsillythings.”
“Iheardsheshoweduptoherfirstdayofschoolinheels.”
“Shedid.Iwasinherclass.Shespentmostofthedayfallingonherface.
Likethat.”
Alltrue,butBambididn’tletitaffectherthenandshewasn’tstartingnow.
Everyonetoldherthatpracticemeantnothing,butshewouldhavethelastlaugh whenshewasselected.Shewouldfulfillherdreamandwouldbecomethe sexiestbimbowhohadeverlived.
Bambijumpedtoherfeetandroared.“TodayisthedayIbecomeareal bimbo!”
“Shit.Didshehearus?”
“Don’tcare.Move,move.”
Shedidn’tgivechase.Bambihadnotimefornon-believers.Shehad somethingalotmoreimportanttoattendto.
Onheelsfartootallforsomeoneofherbalance,Bambiracedtowardsher target.Herdreambimbobodywaswaitingontheotherside.
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Bambi,andnineteenothergirls,wereherdedintoamuchsmallerroom.
Perfectforagroupoftheirsize.
Shedashedstraighttothenearestmarkerandtookherposition.Shewas eagertobegin,buttherestofthegirlsweren’tplayingalong.Theyweretaking theirtime.
Clearly,theyweren’tasexcitedforBimboficationDayasBambi.
Mostgirlswantedtobecomebimbos.Whathadstartedasavolunteer service,contrivedtoreversethedamagedonetosociety,hadtransformedintoa compulsoryeventduetoitspopularity.Everywomanintheroomknewhow bimboshadsavedtheplanetandrespectedthemfortheirhardwork.However, thatdidn’tmeantheyhadthesameenthusiasmasBambi.
Astheothersweredawdlingabout,theroom’sbigscreenilluminatedwith theimageofawell-knownbimbo.
“Hey,girls,”Candysaid.“We’llbestartinginamo’.Pleasemakesure you’restandingonthemarkers.”
Bambilookedproudthatshe’dmanagedtodosowithoutbeingasked.
Really,itwasnothingspecial.
Theothersslowlyfellinlineuntileveryspotwasoccupied.
“Great!We’llbegivingyoutheshotnow.Goodluckgirls!”
Thevideoendedandtheceilingopened.Laserpointsdescendeddownfrom above,eachtargetingtheoccupiedmarkers;attheheadsofthewaitingwomen.
Theyfired,asone,andshotaharmlessstreamofDNAalteringinformation intoeachofthem.Itwasawirelessinjectionwhichcausednopainanddidn’t
leaveamark.
Withoutsomuchasaprick,thebimbo-makingserumenteredtheir bloodstreams.Forthenexttenminutes,theywerealltickingbimbotimebombs.
Acounterappearedonthescreen.Whenithitzero,theBimboficationwas over.Untilthen,anybodyintheroomcouldchange.
Bambicouldhardlycontainherexcitement.Hermomentwasalmostthere.
“Comeandgetme!”shesaid,spreadingherarmsout,awaitingthewarm hugofbimbofication.
“Soembarrassing.”
“Whatdoyouexpect?That’sBambiBrown.”
“Thewannabebimbo?”
“Shh,orshe’llhearyou.”
Bambiwaitedforherfairytalemoment.Fortheserumtosweepheroffher feetandturnherintoabimboprincess.
Itdidn’tarrive.
Shestood,waiting,willingthechangestocometoher.Anymomentnow anditwouldkickinandfulfillherdream.
“Ohmygod.It’shappening!”
Bambigaspedandopenedwide.Shelookedinthemirrortoseeallthe wonderfulchangesmoldingherbodyintoadelightfullysexyshape.
Whatshesawwasthesameflat-chestedgirlshealwayssawinthemirror.
Herattentionsnappedthefullone-eighty.Whereacrowdhadgathered.She foughtherwayintotherabblesoshecouldseewhatthecommotionwasabout.
Somebodywaschanging.Itjustwasn’ther.
Aprettybrunettewasmoaningasherhairchangedcolor,herlipsfattenedby thesecond,andhershirtgrewtighteraroundherswellingchest.
Itwastrademarkbimbofication.Herlocksweredyingthemselvesplatinum
blondeasshewasdevelopingabustthatwoulddrawtheattentionofeveryguy shestruttedpast.Theywouldn’tstopstaringoncehertitslefttheirview.Not withsuchajuicyassswellingunderhershirt.
“Wegotourfirstselectee,”someonecheered.
“Yougo,girl!”
“Lookinghot.”
“Sojealous,”Bambimumbledunderherbreath.
Itwaslikethevideosshe’dwatchedmadereal.Shewasfinallyseeinga bimboficationinperson,butitwasn’ttheoneshewantedtobeherfirst.Bambi wantedtoseeherown.Shewasgreenwithenvy.
Shetookdeepbreathstocalmherself.Itwasfine.Statistically,therewasa tenpercentchanceofchanging.Thatmeant,ineverygroupoftwenty,two womenwerepredictedtotransform.Justbecausesomebodyhadbeathertothe punchdidn’tmeanBambiwouldn’tgetherturn.Itwasclearlysavingthesecond spotforher.
Thebestforlast.
Bambi’scheerymoodreturned.Everythingwasstillokay.Herown transformationwasrightaroundthecorner.Allherhardworkwoulddefinitely payoff.
“Holyshit!Look!”someoneshoutedtoherside.
Bambilookedtowardsthevoice.Hergazewascapturedbyapairofbreasts rapidlyswellingrightnexttoher.
ThegirlstandingbetweenBambiandthewatchdogwasmoaningasherlips bloatedandtoptightened.Herampletitsweretransformingintoamassivepair ofmelons.
Shewasbimboselecteenumbertwo.
“Congrats!”someonesaid,pattingherontheback.
“Ah!”shemoaned.“Don’ttouchme!Ifeelso…sensitive.”
“Oops.Sorryaboutthat.”
“CanIgetalittleroom?Ifeelso…hot.”
Bambistumbledback,entrancedbythetransforminggirl.Shehadsucha blissfullookonherfaceashercurvesdevelopedrapidly,giftingherabodythat noamountofgymdedicationwouldreplicate.
Theotherbimbohadasimilarlyspacedoutlookonherface.Theywereso happytobechanging.Ithadtofeelsowonderful.
Twobimboselectees.Two.Theamountpredictedtochange.
Sciencehadchosentheirtenpercent.Whatremainedwastherejectedninety.
“No!”Bambihowledasshecrumbledtoherkneesandburiedherheadinto herhands.“Thiscan’tbehappening.Iwasn’tselected.AfterItriedsohard.
AfterItriedtodoeverythingright.”
“Isshehavingafit?”
“Probably.Beingrejectedmusthavebrokenher.”
“Comeon,Bambi.Getagrip.It’snottheendoftheworld.”
Bambilookedup.Tearsdrooledfromhereyesandsentmascararunning downhercheeks.“Iwanteditsobad.I’vebeenwaitingforthismywholelife.
But…but…”Herbottomlipquiveredasshesnifflednotably.Shewasamess.
“Ithoughtshewasaweirdo,butnowIkindafeelbadforher.”
“Metoo.Nobodywantedtobeabimbomorethanher.”
“Comeon,Bambi.Trytocheerup.”
TheroomwasfloodedwiththesoundofBambi’sbawling.“AllIever wantedtobewasabimbo.Iwantedtomakepeoplehappy.NowI’mnever gonnabeone.”
Asshewhined,theentirecrowddidadoubletakeinunison.
“Erm…Bambi?”
“I’mgonnahavetogetanormaljob.I’mprobablygonnaendupworkingas awaitress.Idon’twannaservefoodfortherestofmylife.”
“Bambi.”
“Everyoneisgonnacallme‘wannabe’forever,”Bambiwhined.
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sp; “Bambi.Look,”onesaid,pointingtooneoftheroom’smirrorwalls.
Shefollowedalongandwentwide-eyedatthesightthatgreetedher.Shedid adoubletakeofherown,justtomakesureshewasn’tdreamingit.
Herdyed,blonde,hairwaschanging.Herrootshaddevelopedacotton candycoloranditwasslowlyspreadtotherestofherlocks.Insteadofthe stereotypebimbocolor,thatshealreadypossessed,herhairwasturningpink.
“Myhair,”Bambisaid.
“Congrats,Bambi.Lookslikeyougotselectedafterall.”
“Igot…selected,”shesaid,dully.Therealizationhitherlikeatonofbricks.
Shesprungbacktoherfeetandhuggedtheonlookerswithacheerfulsqueal.
“Thankyou!Thankyou!Oh,happydays!”
Itwashappening.Herdreamwascomingtrue.Favorhadsmileduponher andhadpickedherasthegroup’sbimbonumberthree.
Betterlatethannever.
Asshepinnedthecrowd,herchestbegantogrow.Herflatmoundsstartedto swellandpushedagainstthewrithingbodies.
“We’rehappyforyou,butthisisawkward,”oneofthewomensaid.
“Sorry,”Bambisaid,releasingthem.Thatwaswhenshenoticedhervestfelt tight.“Holyshit,lookatthese.”Shecuppedherexpandingbreastsandwobbled them.Theyhadalotmoregrowingtodo,butshewasfinallyoutoftraining bras.
Ofcourse,shedidn’tjustmorphupfront.Bambi’ssmall,compact,behind begantogainmass.Hercheeksstartedtogainsizerapidly,hipsstretchingoutto
overwritethatslenderfigurethatshe’dpossessedherownlife.
GoodbyeslimBambi.Hellodelightfulcurves.
Goingcommandohadbeenthecorrectchoice.Itgaveherassetstheroom theyneededtogrow.Herbodybegantotingleasthechangeswarpedher.Itwas apleasantfeelingofblisswhichcascadedacrosseveryinchofher,butwas especiallynotableathersensitiveareas.
Agiggleslippedfromherlips.Beingchangedfeltevenbetterthanshe thoughtitwould.Shewatchedinthemirrorasherpinkvesttopwasstretchedby herbosom.Herhardnipplestentedthefabric,sendingahintofpleasuresurging throughher.Hownaughty.
Shenibbledonherbottomlipasshecontrolledtheurgetorubthem.It swelledunderherteeth,fatteningintoapairofkissablelippillows.Perfectfora sexybimbogirl.
“It’sevenbetterthanIdreamed,”Bambisaid.
“Lookinggood,Bambi!”
“You’renowannabeanymore.You’retherealthing.”
“Iam,aren’tI?I’marealbimbo,”shesaid.
Herhairhadfinisheditsrecoloring.Itwaspinkallover.Ashadethatwould makeherstandout,evenamongsttheotherbimbos.
Shetwirledalockaroundherfingerashernailsgrewinlength.Shewould neverneedtousefakeoneseveragain.Herrealonesweredevelopingtobejust perfect.
Thechangesweren’tonlyhappeningontheoutside.Hermindwasbeing blessedbytheserum.Hermindwasturningniceandfuzzy.Itwashelpingherto enjoyeverymomentandeveryglancethatcameherway.
Truthfully,itdidn’thavetodoasmuchforherasithadtodosome.Shewas alreadyacheerygirlwithnohatredinher.Shedidn’tneedtobetotallyrewired.
Allsheneededwasabitofpolishtobringouthersexualdesires.Newfound confidencetomatchherbody.
Alittlebitofherintellectwasshavenawayaswell,butshewouldn’tbe needingit.Notwithhernewbodytakingshape.
Bambi’smoansgotlouderasherbustgrewbigger.Hervest’stortured necklineoutlinedherincreasinglygiantbosom.Whathadstartedasasurfboard chestwasinvadingthemiddlethirdofthealphabet,asfarasbrasizeswere concerned.Thestretchingputextrapressureonhersensitive,pink,nipples.
Hershamehadmeltedawayandshefreelyrubbedthembetweenherfingers.
Shecouldn’thelpmoaning.Itfelteuphoric.Touchingherselfhadneverbeenso tantalizingbefore.
Asshewatchedhermoaningface,herfeaturesbegantochange.She’d alwaysbeennaturallyplainlooking,underallthebravado,andthe Bimboficationsoughttocorrectthat.Itremoldedher,likeitwasworkingwith clay,andmadeherlooksthatmuchmoreseductive.Outrageouslyfeminine.
Undoubtedlygorgeous.Thekindofgirlwhocouldflickherlonglashesandget menflockingovertobuyheradrink.
Aperfectbimbodollinappearance.
Bambiwasinlovewithwhatshesaw.Herpussydrooledandtrickledher wetnessdownherinnerthighs.
Shesentahandwanderingdownherformtodealwiththeflow.Itventured acrossherstomach,whichhadbeenexposedbyhervest’sreassignmentasa makeshiftbra.
Herstomachremainedasflatasever,perfectcompanyforherwaist.Ithad narrowedincontrasttoherbustandhips,theyintotheiryang,pursuingher hourglassideal.
Itgoeswithoutsayingthatherhipswereextraordinary.Neveragainwould
Bambiviewthemaslacking.Theywereaswideastheywereshapely.Thekind thatwouldswaywitheverystepshetook.Thetypethatmenwouldlovetohold ontointhethrongsofpassion.
Thehipsshe’dalwayslongedfor.
Bambi’sfingersslidfromherstomachtoherpussy.Shewasalwaysa dedicatedshaver,butshedidn’tevenfeelstubbleonthedescent.Shewasas smoothaswashumanlypossible.Softtothetouch.
Asonehandgropedherstackedupperhalf,sherolledhertouchacrossher clitandsquealedinjoy.Somuchmoresensitivethanshewasusedto.Another giftfromtheBimboficationfairy.
Withonlookersstaringon,Bambipleasuredherselfwithoutacare.If anything,itcoaxedhertransformationtospeedup.
Hertitsballoonedwithhasteanddidn’tstopexpandinguntileachofthem wasasbigasherhead.Asizethatnobodycoulddevelopnaturally.Anexclusive possessionofbimboslikeher.
Theywerebiggerthanthelargestimplants,butassoftasfreshlybaked dough.Herpalmsquisheddownandsunkwithin.Itfeltgreattogropeherself.
Howwoulditfeelwhenamangothishandsonthem?
Shecouldn’twaittofindout.
Bambi’slibidohadneverbeensobigbefore.Sheoftenspenthoursatatime masturbatingtotheedge,buttheseurgeswereonanotherlevel.Herinsideswere onfire.
Herbimbobraincravedsex.Attention.Amantoclaimher.Somebodyshe couldmakehappyusingherbody.
Thetransformationhadgivenherabouncybubblebutt.Afarcryfromher tiny,compact,rumpofold.Shewantedamantospankit.Grabit.Fuckit.He wassuretolovethewayitjiggledeverytimehethrustintoher.Itwasboundto
shakeeverytimeshewalked.Itwoulddefinitelyquakewhenusedcorrectly.
She’dgrownapairoffat,plump,lips.Ifonlysomeonewouldkissthem, suckthem,usethem.Theywouldfeelgreatwrappedaroundsomethingthick andhard.Almostlikethat’swhattheyweredesignedfor.Makingamanfeel goodwhileshespoiledthemrotten.
Herfingerscurledandburiedintohersoakedpussy.Whatshewouldn’tgive tobepushedagainstthemirrorandstuffedinthere.Sheneededitbad.There wasanitchdeepinsidethatherfingerscouldn’tsate.Onlyadickwoulddothe trick.
Gigglymoansfellfromherlips.Thiswaswhatshe’dwantedforherwhole life.TheBimboficationhadchangedher.Ithadturnedherintoasexy,slutty, bimbogirl.Onewhowantedtomakeothershappy.
Inreturn,she’dgettofeelamazing.
Bambiwouldhavelovedtorubherselftoanintenseorgasm,rightthereand then,butshedidn’tdoso.Herminddidn’tallowhertodoso.Sillybimbos couldn’tgoaheadandcumallontheirown.Theyneededamantohelpthem withthat.
Bimbosweren’tallowedtobeincontroloftheirownorgasms.Theycouldn’t betrustedwiththem.
Leftwanting,Bambiwithdrewherfingersandsuckedthejuicesfromthem.
Theyweresomuskyandtasty.Oneofthemostdeliciousthingsshe’dever s
ampled.Itwashardtobelieveit’dcomefromher.
Shegavehermassive,barelycontained,titsanothersqueezewithherslender fingers.Shecouldn’tclimaxonherown,butwithadreamybodylikethissurely somebodywouldhelpher.
Toher,shelookedperfect.Themodelofagoodbimbo.
“You’relookingfine,Bambi,”someonesaid.
“She’snowannabeanymore.”
“Gotthatright.She’stherealdeal.”
“Thanks,girls!Ifeelsosuperstroked,”Bambisaid,gigglingdeviously.If sheswungthatway,shewouldhaveaskedoneofthemtohelpher.
OnceBambiwasdone,thecounterfinallytickeddowntozero.The Bimboficationwasover.Nobodyelsewasscheduledtochange.Threewasthe magicnumber.
Thebimbotriohadallbeentransformed.Theywereallbusty,curvaceous, withpuffylips.TwowereclassicblondeswhileBambiwasshowingoffher candyflosspinkhairwithpride.
“Hiagain,everyone.”Candysaidassheappearedbackonthescreen.“I hopethetreatmentwentwell.”
“Sowell,”Bambisaid.
“Totally,”anotherbimboagreed.
“Thebest,”saidnumberthree.
“Theyknowthey’retalkingtoarecording,don’tthey?”
Candy,understandably,ignoredthebimbosquad.“Ifyouain’tabimboyet thenyou’renevergonnabeone.Sorry!Otherwise,youshouldlookalotmore likeme.”
Afterwhathadhappened,Bambiandassociatescouldhavepassedas Candy’sbodydouble.
“You’reallfreetogonow.But,ifyougotchanged,youcanstaytotakepart inourspecialmeetingservice.Wegotatonofhot,rich,singleguyswaitingto meetyou.Doesn’tthatsoundlikefun?I’msojealous.I’dstayifIwasyoutotry andfindmeaman.”
Bambidrooleddownherlipsandherinnerthighs.Shelikedthesoundofhot guys.Justthethingsheneededtosatetheburninglustconsuminghercurvy
body.
“Igottagotothatparty,”Bambisaid.
“Metoo.Isowantaman,”bimbotwosaid.
“O-M-G.Really?SodoI,”bimbothreesaid.
“Whatacoinkidink!”Bambigasped,graspingtheirhands.“I’mBambi.
What’reyournames?”
“I’mDani.”
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