November 3rd, 2024.

The perfect life for Grayson would be one where she didn’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Just laying in the same spot in the dirt all day and collecting sunlight like a flower was the kind of life she was cut out for. What was she doing instead? Looking over some old ass books, all written in a language she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And all in the name of figuring on whatever fucked up fetish nightmare was going on. Grayson was all for finding a way to stop this Bimbo thing, but even just figuring out what was happening seemed like an impossible task.

She’d probably bring these books in to the nerds at Sam’s university tomorrow, Grayson couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was looking at. Well, some of it she understood. Mainly the roughly sketched drawings of tits and vaginal sex. See, why couldn’t the whole book just be like that?

Grayson was currently looking through the books while laid out on the bed in her mother’s guest room. It was at the end of the hall in the apartment above the bakery, where her mother now lived. Grayson had…not exactly patched things up with Jill, but she’d offered Grayson to stay for a day or two and they could maybe spend some time together. It was a nice gesture, and both were comfortable just  doing that without talking about the weird tension between them. Maybe it’d just blow over, at least until the next time they’d inevitably blow up at each other again.

Jill wasn’t particularly conservative, but Grayson had always been able to feel how disappointed she was in having a daughter that was barely a daughter, gender-wise. Like Grayson should’ve been wearing pink and marrying a man and be in touch with her emotions or whatever. And well, all that expectation just made Grayson wanna do the opposite. If she was going to disappoint her mother, at least she would let her down on her own terms instead of never being a good enough daughter.

But was it on her own terms? Like, she was never going to be totally feminine, but how could anyone else define for her what did and didn’t make her feel feminine? If she wore a dress or makeup and it made her feel like Grayson more than it made her feel like a girl, who were they to tell her otherwise?

Grayson then pushed all those thoughts away, as she always did. She didn’t want to be a girl, and all that feminine stuff was emblematic of that. For sure. It disgusted her, cute clothes and makeup and jewelry. All that stuff was vapid and shallow. At least, that was the impression they always gave you of that sort of thing. Grayson was into things that totally were never vapid or shallow, like smoking weed and playing video games.

Hmm. In any case, Grayson still had stuff to do, even after going off to another city on a scavenger hunt for Sam. It was her day off, but she still had to go back to the record store to pick up some stuff among what she’d ordered for the shop. So the dirty-blonde was off to the mall, putting the books back in her bag. Grayson reckoned these books were important, and in any case she didn’t want Jill coming upon them and wondering why her daughter had The Kama Sutra For Pilgrims on her bed.

Grayson practically skipped into the record store with glee, excited to get her new albums, before she quickly coughed and went into a normal walk as soon as one of the other employees saw her. Jack, Vic’s brother, was clearly trying not to laugh as he organized records.

“You saw nothing.” Grayson said. Jack rolled his eyes.

“Sure, sure. Anyway, here’s your records.” He said as he slid them toward her, lp’s and a few tapes. Grayson grinned and took them into her hands. Trip Hop, EDM, Plunderphonics, and some Drum & Bass. All good stuff that Grayson genuinely really enjoyed, but she had to admit that she was kind of curating what she saw as her ‘aesthetic’. Someone would listen to it and go “yeah, this sounds like Grayson”.

“You know, this is all great shit, but considering that you’re working here, maybe you should try expanding a bit.” Jack said, smiling as he knew this would annoy her.

“I’ve forgotten more music than you’ll ever listen to in your life, fuckface. Enlighten me on what I could possibly be missing out on?” She bantered. Jack grinned and pulled out a tape.

“Sasha Grace. She’s this new pop artist everyone’s talking about, mostly just singles and ep’s so far. She just got signed to a major label, though. Probably gonna blow up real soon.” He said. A chance for Grayson to know an artist before they got popular? She could already imagine the potential future bragging rights.

“What genre?” Grayson leaned in.

“Pop.” He said. Grayson gulped.

“…Indie-pop?”

“No.”

“Folk-pop?”

“No.”

“Hyperpop, right?” She asked.

“No.”

“Chamber-pop? Baroque-pop? Art-pop? City-pop?”

“No, just pop. More kind of dance music type shit, the kind of stuff white girls twerk to in clubs. Your favorite.” Jack laughed. Grayson groaned.

“Not interested.” She said.

“Come on, give it a try! You can’t be the big music nerd you are and shut out entire genres like that. People aren’t gonna think you’re worth your salt as a music expert if you don’t know anything about some of the best shit coming out right now.” He said. He was definitely trying to push her buttons.

“Fine, fine, I’ll give it a listen.” Maybe it was at least good dance music. Grayson sighed and put the tape in her bag, right on top of the weird sex books. She blinked, for a brief second she thought she saw a pink flash of light in the corner of her vision. Weird.

Grayson was then off, pushing Jack being annoying as usual out of her mind as she strode away. As she did so, the young music enthusiast couldn’t get this idea of girly stuff out of her mind. The pop music, everything. That shit didn’t matter to her at all, but then why did it bug her so much? Why did she feel a weird kind of shame and excitement at the prospect of listening to girly pop music, and when Tessa called her pretty? And why was she stopping now to look at some stupid dress through the window of a clothing store?

Grayson’s eyes widened as she came upon the dress. All dainty and frilly; it was white but mixed in tastefully with soft pinks and violets. It looked like the exact opposite of something she’d ever be caught dead wearing.  And something about that made her heart flutter. It was so unlike Grayson, so unlike everything she tried to project about herself to others.

She would never buy this thing, let alone wear it, but she wanted to get a closer look. She could at least admire it, while recognizing that it wasn’t something she’d look good in. Right? But how could she know without putting it on?Grayson took a deep breath and entered the store. Her eyes rolled as she looked over all the women spending loads of cash just for stupid bra and tops.

She felt embarrassed just being seen in here, she didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. She was just curious. She didn’t even know why she’d had all this on her mind. Was it because the craziness with the Bimbos had awoken something inside of her. Grayson’s eyes widened in silent wonder at all of the cute patterns and soft fabrics.

“Grayson?” Her entire body went stiff as a board, eyes darting to her right immediately as that voice startled her. Fuck, it was Aurora and her friend. Thankfully, Sam wasn’t there, but she couldn’t trust that Aurora wouldn’t tell. Immediately, the red-faced Grayson covered her head and ducked away as fast as she could, hoping to God they didn’t get a good enough look at the girl to confirm it was her. She was beyond mortified, Sam totally would get the wrong idea if she knew Grayson was here. Right? Would she care? Making fun of a friend for looking at cute dresses was more something Grayson would do, but still.

As she ran away, the blonde music nerd then came upon it. The dress. In this area of the store were several women including a not insignificant population of Bimbos. Grayson wasn’t so judgmental of the fucking, she was honestly kind of jealous, but it was intimidating being among them. Like she might contract it. She kind of felt bad for them, they had no idea how this had been forced upon them. Well, maybe. Maybe they were accepting whatever this was into them, even if they didn’t remember it?

In any case, what mostly disturbed Grayson was the girlishness of it all. All the makeup and slutty clothes and high heels, it was just too much. She felt like she was back in Highschool, surrounded by popular girls with their fancy name brand clothes, who would make fun of her and Sam for being tomboy-adjacent. Except the Bimbos were a lot nicer than that, it seemed. She’d actually not once met a Bimbo that wasn’t all sunshine and friendly. It would be kinda creepy if it didn’t feel so genuine.

It was so stupid, she didn’t know why she was obsessed with this or why she came in here. All that girly shit was vapid and stupid, there were more important things in the world than looks, people put way too much pressure and weight on it. Maybe she could put it on just so that she would know for certain that she would hate wearing a dress. That she wouldn’t look good in one. Grayson felt tempted to use the changing room, but she didn’t dare risk running into Aurora again. It was entirely possible that Sam was with her too, she might’ve just been in another aisle.

Grayson could just buy the dress and then return it tomorrow. Yeah, smart. Then she’d wear it and know for certain that she didn’t like wearing it, then all this bullshit would stop bothering her. So she brought the dress to the counter, blushing something fierce and looking to the floor in shame until she was able to get out of there. She hastily stuffed the dress into her bag and practically ran out of the store.

Grayson collapsed onto her bed in the guest room, thoroughly pooped from her little adventures today. She kicked off her shoes, then her jeans, and then her sweatshirt so she was now only in socks, shorts, and a t-shirt. Ahhh, better. Grayson opened her bag back up, pulling out the records and tapes, books, and…the dress.

Then she turned to the mirror, holding the dress against her body as she mulled over whether she wanted to do this. She had butterflies in her stomach. Whatever, she had no reason to be nervous about this. She would put on the dress, see that it didn’t look or feel like ‘Grayson’ at all, and then promptly stuff it back into her bag.

But she had to do it right, if this was to be a proper test. Grayson grabbed a brush and went to work on her normally wild mane of shaggy hair. Then some makeup. She normally only put on enough to hide the lines and bags on her face, you know, like male actors did in movies. But this time, Grayson was following a makeup tutorial she looked up on Youtube to actually look…pretty. The girl was admittedly pretty hot, which made Grayson feel better about this. But there was no way she’d look as pretty as her.

Then came on the dress. Grayson breathed deeply, trembling as she turned toward the mirror again to get the full effect. She looked…

A small whimpering sound came from Grayson’s mouth. Nope, nope, nope. She felt a deep heat of…something, begin to rise within her and make her cheeks feel all hot and itchy. She realized she’d felt a hint of pride, followed by an intense feeling of embarrassment. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, dressing like some vapid doll. Grayson promptly pulled the dress off and…set it on a chair next to the bed. For now. She then undid her face and washed it, breathing a sigh of relief as all of the makeup went off.

Grayson collapsed onto her bed once again, totally done with her stupid conflicted, confused brain. She just wanted to turn it off, if only for a while. The best way to do that for her was always music. Her hand instinctively went to the records and tapes next to her, before her eyes gazed over the name on the tape.

It was that artist Jack gave her, probably just to prank her. But wait, was her name different than what he’d told her? Must have been her real name rather than her stage name, the tape she had in her hand said Sasha Bounce. Grayson was hesitant at first, but she was always listening to new music. Maybe getting caught up in something new would distract her from her worries.

Grayson got up to get her tape player, and in the tape went. First, silence. Then a thumping, primal bass faded in and settled into a nice rhythm as that thrumming, repetitive sound settled in her ears. Gradually, it was accompanied by tasteful electronic instrumentation. This was…not bad. Not really too far from what she normally listened to.

Then came the singing. A soft, feminine voice that was equal parts sultry and calming. Girlish, but kind of deep at the same time, kind of in an ASMR way. It sent involuntary shivers down Grayson’s back as she listened. She closed her eyes to really sink into the music like she tended to do, feet pacing in time with the beat.

Our name is on their lips,

There’s nothing we should hide~

Oh~

Our bodies perfect, they need to come inside~

I’m a diva, you’re a queen.

They’re our prey, see what I mean?~

One look and their knees go weak

Their lap’s your throne, take a seat

The female singer’s breath was drawn out, husky, seductive. Almost mesmerizing in how equally feminine but deep her tone was. This was…definitely a lot. It obviously was quite tame lyrically, but the overall tone of it was more sincere in its sexuality than Grayson would normally be comfortable with. She’d listened to crude music and just music with overtly sexual themes many times before, but nothing trying to genuinely be as sexy as this. And it was weirdly working, if only because the singer was completely selling it. This was like strip club music or something, but actually not bad.

Grayson’s breath caught in her throat as she began to sway and move with the deep, unrelenting bass that drilled holes into her hesitation with it’s repetitive, primal rhythm. Her imagination laid out the lyrics in visual form, Grayson imagining the singer and her strutting their stuff while men stared in awe. Not exactly a fantasy of hers, but her imagination followed what the lyrics said.

The beat subtly picked up its pace, bringing along Grayson with it as her body began to dance in earnest, the warmth of exertion spread through her body.

Feels so good,

just surrender to the beat~

Looking hot,

Guys kneeling at our feet~

They wanna worship, wanna be owned by a goddess,

Show ‘em what you got, show ‘em who’s the hottest~

Grayson’s breath hitched, her hips swayed and rocked with the beat, almost with a mind of their own as she sank it into the deep, almost hypnotizing rhythm. Her thighs and legs began to thicken, not totally with fat but also with a healthy amount of muscle that led up to a growing, increasingly dense backside. Her body began to feel hotter, but good. A warm and pleasant tingle spread throughout her body, settling in her buttcheeks, breasts, and right between her legs. Grayson purred softly, eyes still closed.

She was starting to feel all lightheaded and fuzzy between her ears, almost in a trance-like state as her body moved. Grayson’s body was a little sweaty at this point, so she took off her shirt and shorts so she was only in a bra and panties. It was definitely not the first time she’d danced to music with not much on, but it was usually in the comfort of her apartment and not in the guest room of her mom’s place. Above the bakery, mind you. They couldn’t hear the music from down there, but Jill would be able to hear the music as soon as she came into the hallway.

So confident, not a care in the world~

You’re that bitch, you’re a queen, you are that girl~

It’s a game of passion, it’s not a game of luck~

Take your crown, live it up, don’t have to give a fuck~

Undeniable, you’re too perfect to ignore~

Can’t fake it or pretend, all those prudes are such a bore~

“Huhh, uhhh, mmmuhh~” Grayson’s breaths of exertion came out in soft, short gasps as her hips rolled and gyrated and made her feel all empty between the ears and hot. Her hardening nipples in particular poked against the fabric of her bra, starting to feel a burning ache of their own as they slowly grew. She felt lightheaded and found it increasingly difficult to keep her balance.

Grayson gently laid down onto her bed and let the seductive music drill into her brain, unimpeded by distractions. Then the music picked up pace again, going even faster.

You know you need it,

We can see it’s all you want~

Hottest bitch in town,

Need a man inside your- uhhh~

They’re hungry for it, aching, time to show ‘em what you’ve got

Time to show them who you are, an irresistible thot~

Grayson’s hips bucked and thrust in time with the music, almost commanded by a force beyond what Grayson could control. She thrust and thrust, hips guided by the unrelenting rhythm as her body grew burning hot with arousal, panties completely sodden and pussy twitching and pulsing with every thrum of the bass as her ass and tits grew without her knowing.

To desire and to be desired, those two ideas had often confused and kind of frightened the virgin. As tough as Grayson often tried to act, the prospect had always intimidated her. The idea of being seen as a sexual being, and asking someone to become that object of desire and primal lust for her was equally arousing, exhilarating, and terrifying. But for now, all of that worry was faded away and replaced with a pure need.

“Hmmm~ Huhrrrgh~ Ughhhh~ Nnnnghf~ Mmmmmf~ Mmmffuuck~ Shit~ Oh, man~ Oh, damn~ Fuck~” Grayson whimpered and moaned, girlish groans and squeals of delight leaving her lips as she thrust her cunt into the air with reckless abandon and a dazed smile of pleasure painted itself across her face.

As the lyrics and the rhythm drilled their way into her brain, the fantasies in her head grew more erotic. Images of her dressed all pretty and scantily clad, in thongs and bikini’s and all sorts of stuff her mother wouldn’t ever approve of. Men and women alike drooling at the sight. Dicks that were rock solid and throbbing, vaginas drooling and weeping with arousal. Her own included. Grayson gasped as she imagined her pussy being filled by one of the cocks, another entering her mouth as her writhing tongue lathered it in attention.

“Ohhh Gooooodddd~” Grayson roared, hand sunk into her own soiled panties and desperately digging for her own pleasure. The woman was too delirious and wrapped up in her own arousal to be thankful for the fact that her mother was downstairs in the bakery right now. She felt so fucking yummy right now, her skin felt all hot and tingly and smooth; every time she ran her hand up her body she convulsed in pleasure.

Her boxers had changed into a cute pair of panties that hugged her muff deliciously, off they came. Her black socks had changed into knee-socks, off they came. Her bra changed to accommodate her growing breasts, still hugging them as snugly as ever. Off they came. Now completely naked, Grasyon groaned as she got onto her knees and pushed a nice, soft pillow in between her legs. As her hips and ass bucked to the beat, grinding her cunt onto the soft, thick pillow, Grayson let out a roar of bliss. Eyes glazed, mouth slightly drooling as she humped with abandon. Pathetic, desperate whines and whimpers left her lips, so girlish and feminine and yet so clearly sounding like Grayson at the same time.

“Fuck~ Fuck~ Fuck~ Fucking fuck~” Grayson moaned, ass still fattening as select parts of her body grew more athletic to make all that dancing she liked to do easier. A subtle but noticeable showing of abs was soon in order, just after her thighs grew meatier to hold up her jiggly cheeks. Though Grayson had always been flatter than flat, her tits now ballooned outward, making lovely sounding slaps together as she grinded her pulsing cunt against the pillow. So fat and jiggly, becoming so soft and pliable and squeezable, the same as her bouncy, thick ass.

Unconsciously, Grayson started to repeatedly throw her ass back. Clumsy at first, she began to reach a steady rhythm until her ass cheeks made a modest clapping sound to the rhythm of the song as she twerked and bounced.

“Fuck~ Work it, work it, work it~” Grayson deliriously muttered under her breath and licked her lips, twerking and clapping in earnest for the first time in her life. Bounce bounce bounce bounce. Clap clap clap. Each clap sent a deliciously brutal wave of pleasure from her cheeks straight into her burning, juicy cunt and her brain, making it harder and harder to focus on anything but the music and her fingers drilling for oil in her sloppy molten slit. Then, lazily, her head turned up to the mirror.

“Wh-wha~?” The dazed Grayson managed to moan, her unfocused eyes brought everything into clarity as she gradually began to realize where she was and what she was doing and who that girly looking slut was in the mirror.

“Wha~? Nmmmmg~ Ffffuck~ Whaaaaaat the fuuuuck~ Hnnng~ Can’t stop, can’t fucking stop~ It’s happening~” Grayson cried out in equal pleasure and panic. She managed to to press the tape player off, but her hips still kept humping her pillow as she felt her body start to reach a point of no return, a volcano of pent up bliss building deep within her and threatening to burst out in crashing waves from her boiling cunt.

Schlick schlick schlick, hump hump hump.

Still needily whining and on her way to a mindbreaking orgasm, the panicked Grayson grabbed for her phone. Sam. She’s the only one who could do anything, her delirious mind thought. Instead of closing her eyes in fear, something pushed her toward staring even deeper into that reflection. Scarily, she completely recognized it as herself. It wasn’t some terrifying vision in place of Grayson’s reflection. It was Grayson, albeit the hottest version of herself she’d ever seen. So many feelings built up within her, half of them relating to the fact that she was about to orgasm, as Sam picked up the phone.

“Hey, what’s…the hell are you doing?” Sam gasped as she heard pleasured moans from the other side.

“Saaaam~ It’s happening~ I don’t know what the fuck happened but…I’m gonna fuck~ I’m gonna fucking cum~ Ahhhhghh~” As Grayson schlicked herself, finding herself unable to stop and also unable to stop the impending explosion about to occur, lyrics from the song found themselves back in her head.

Just let go, there’s no shame, give in to your desires,

Feels too good to repress, come on and stoke that fire~

We can play, they’re our toys, we can have a little fun~

Just let go of your worries, I know you wanna cum~”

“Hhhhrrrrrrngnh~ Saaaam~”

…

A massive wave of Pink burst from the guest room, releasing from Grayson and the books and the music tape all at once in a brief carnival of unstoppable Bimbofying energy. It was an incredible display of pure power, one that essentially no one would be able to see or hear. But its’ effects were very tangible and very real, and would be felt very soon.

This wave of Pink crawled its way down the stairs and down the walls in a mass of pink tendrils, sinking through the floors and the walls and touching everything it could get its hands on. One of those things was the hard at work Jill, already with a healthy amount of Pink dormant inside of her, willing and ready to burst out.

Jill had been having a hard time recently. With work not getting easier and the typical stubbornness and drama of her only daughter, she needed some kind of relief from the stress and tension building in her body. The book club had been getting interesting, at least. Lauren and some of the other ladies were now recommending some books with a bit more spice to them, the type of stuff you saw on what people Grayson’s age were calling “BookTok”.

The books were definitely more to Jill’s liking now. It was exciting, knowing the romance would actually go somewhere and the author wasn’t just baiting you with the most chaste love scenes ever. And talking about them with other likeminded women was exciting too, engaging so openly in something so naughty was not something she the older woman was used to.

Jill then stopped in her tracks, breathing in deeply. Something sweet and aromatic was in the air, and it was not just the baked goods. It was delicious tho, and made her shutter in delight. In an almost instant flash, the bakery itself became bathed in bright and vibrant colors of all kinds. Pinks, blues, lavenders, maroons, violets, all vibrant and yet deep and dark enough that they were very pleasant and calming to the eyes.

The baked goods themselves became more extravagant and intricate in their designs, many of their offerings now including cakes and other things for couples. For anniversaries and stuff. What they didn’t display in the front was all the fun designs that they had specially made for customers who ordered them: cakes shaped like cocks, tits, and all kinds of other naughty stuff.

Then there was Jill. Jill naturally was a bottom heavy woman. An aging, sweets loving homebody like Jill was naturally going to have pretty sizable hips and thighs. The Pink seemed to have a sense of humor as it plumped up her backside so her own cake matched the deliciousness of those sold in the shop. Indeed, her asscheeks rose bigger snd bigger like a loaf of bread in the oven. It seemed thematically appropriate.

The building itself grew in size slightly as it became more extravagant. A place this popular for Bimbos would need to be bigger. Jill herself had always loved providing a place for Bimbos, though it was welcome and open for everyone. Bimbos tended to make spaces for people like them, it was always a relief to be around likeminded people. That’s why she liked her bookclub so much. Her and Lauren jokingly called it the Bimbo bookclub, even though the books themselves were mostly not that extreme, and half of the members were not Bimbos themselves.

And she loved having a safe space for Bimbos because of her daughter and Lauren’s daughter, Aurora. Young women like them needed to grow up knowing it was perfectly normal and fine to be in touch with your sexuality.

Soon, a young man came into the bakery and smiled uneasily, just as she was ready to close up shop.

“Sorry, about this, he’s had me all over the city and I’ve barely had time to come over here. Do you have the cakes ready? I hope I’m not too late.” He said. Jill smiled.

“Nope, just in time. You sure wanted a lot of cakes…”

“Yes, it’s for Tim Rone-“

“Oh, the movie star!” Jill gasped.

“Yes, he’s from this town and likes ordering locally to support businesses here. He heard good things about this place and wanted to order cakes for certain people. I honestly couldn’t believe this was the right place at first, it didn’t even look like a bakery from the outside. Thank you so much.” He said as she began to place the cakes on the table so he could load them into his truck.

“Here you go, hope they enjoy them. Who’s he gifting them to, by the way?” She asked.

“Oh, other actors, close friends and associates from all over the world. He’s kind of famous for his gifts, basically everyone and their mother is gonna get one of these bad boys.” He said, both completely unaware of the fact that each and every single item in this shop was glowing bright pink.

To Be Continued.