***

If their visitors had set Paige off into a spiral of body insecurity, she didn't show it.

In fact, a good mood buoyed her spirits for the rest of the day. Even Kennedy’s cryptic invitation didn't seem to weight on her mind. Instead, Paige made a joke of it. In a proud bit of wordplay, she started referring to the new girls as “The bimbos down the lane.”

As far as Kyle could tell, the bimbos were little more than a subject of amusement to her. And he was glad about that.

“I’m gonna make a drink. You want one?” Paige asked.

They were four turns deep into a crunchy, engine-building war-game. Home-bodies as they were, board games made for a typical date night for Kyle and Paige.

“Uh. Sure, why not?” Kyle said.

Paige vanished into the kitchen. The sound of slamming cabinets carried over as she searched their stocks, and Kyle wondered if they even owned alcohol. They were tea-drinkers, not booze hounds. In fact, they almost never drank at all. But most of his attention was on the pool of cards in front of him, and he didn’t have the bandwidth to ponder the special occasion of tonight.

Paige came back with a dusty bottle beer for him and a clinking glass of ice and juice.

“Is that a vodka cranberry?” He asked, eyeing the deep red color.

“Yeah. Was craving one.” Paige sat cross-legged on the floor. “I thought we still had some vodka somewhere. There's like a whole handle in the back of the pantry. I think someone brought it to our housewarming party.”

Kyle drafted the last card of this round and laughed. “That was like two years ago. Have we never drank any since then?”

Paige took a long sip and shrugged. It was hard to put his finger on it, but she looked different. She relaxed into her seated position and leaned back with one arm, her large sleeping shirt falling loosely off her shoulder. When she smiled at Kyle, she tilted her head to one side, and her eyes twinkled.

“No time like the present!” She chirped, taking another big gulp.

“Hey, when the bimbos said they were down for anything...” Kyle said as he placed a hexagon piece on the board. “Do you think they were propositioning us?”

“Dude! Yes!” Paige laughed. “Fucking weird! Are they like, a bimbo polycule?”

“I'm just saying, I'm down if you are.” Kyle joked, emboldened by her good mood.

“Ha ha.” Paige said with low, dry emphasis. “You better not invite them back here.”

“But they said they were down for anything.” Kyle stressed. He raised his hand of cards and riffled them with a grin. “Do you think they like strategy games?”

Paige snorted, nearly choking on her drink. She collapsed into a fit of laughter, and Kyle beamed. He couldn't remember the last time he made her laugh that hard.

***

Before bed, Paige emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped over the top of her head. From behind her, pent-up steam rushed into the bedroom. She was naked, and her skin was dewy from the over-long shower she’d just taken

“Hey... Do you think I’ve lose weight?” She asked, turning her profile towards Kyle.

Kyle gave her a once over. It was hard to tell. He saw Paige naked every day, but now that he was really looking, her stomach did look a little flatter than he remembered. It was something in the way her A-cup breasts sat just a little bit fuller off her ribs. Maybe, he thought, she slimmed down across the board.

But the difference was small, likely even in his head. He suspected that it was in hers, too. He wondered if maybe the bimbos, and their insane hourglass figures, bothered her more than she let on. Still, if Paige needed some validation, Kyle was happy to give it to her.

“Looks like it!” Kyle said. “Maybe those walks we’re taking are kicking in.”

Paige turned back to face him and looked down at herself. “Maybe...”

“Okay. My turn. Hope you left some hot water for me.”

Kyle stepped to get by, but Paige stopped him with one hand on his chest. The move seemed to surprise even her. Her eyes fell to his chest where her fingers stroked him lightly.

“Ooor…” She said, letting the implication hang there.

“Or... what?” Kyle asked, finding her eyes with his.

They were doing it again. Twinkling from that bright, new, smile of hers.

For the first time in a long time, they skipped the foreplay.

Kyle didn’t know what Paige was thinking about in that long shower of hers, but it had done some work. By the time they frantically tugged off Kyle’s pants and collapsed into bed together, Paige’s cunt was a tangled wet mess of hair. He felt it against his legs as she grinded him, kissing him with her hungry mouth and pulling him closer against her body.

For his part, Kyle didn’t need much warming up either. Not with his girlfriend throwing herself at him like this. With their legs intertwined, his cock hardened against her wetness.

He slipped himself inside of her, and felt the fine hairs raise on her skin. It was like static between them, washing over Paige’s body as goosebumps.

“Fuuuuck...” Paige moaned, breathing deeply, stroking Kyle’s cheek with her trembling fingers.

For a moment, Kyle thought he felt her nails tickle the surface of his skin. But that couldn't be. Paige always kept them trimmed short.

“Fuck me.” She whispered urgently, bringing his attention back to her. “Fuck me.”

Their mouths met again, and they fucked themselves blissful.

***

The man’s yells could be heard down Vidalia Lane.

“Open up!!” He roared. “I know you’re in there! AIKO!!”

He knocked violently on the Bimbo House, rattling on their door, the pounding slams punctuating his yells.

From their porch, Kyle and Paige watched.

It was a minor mood killer. When the man started his ruckus, the couple was in the middle of trading flirtacious smiles over morning coffees. It been a long time since their lovemaking had been quite so spontaneous. And passionate.

“Aiko… talk to me! This isn’t you! You’re a fucking data scientist!”

From the front door of the Bimbo House, Jasmine’s head popped out, and half her tits spilled out with it.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you!” She said. “Leave us alone!”

“I don’t know what you did to her, you slut! But I want my wife back!”

In one sultry stride, Jasmine emerged. Her Black skin glimmered in the sunlight, and her curves settled into place with inviting jiggles.

“Aiko just wants to have a little fun is all, baby!” She cooed. “You know she’d fuck you again in a heartbeat if you just chilled out a little. You’re like, totally smothering her.”

She stroked his cheek with the tips of her acrylic nails and licked her lips. “Y’know... In the meantime... I wouldn’t mind going for a ride myself.”

The man knocked her hand away.

“You’re fucking crazy, you bimbo slut!”

He stormed off, and Jasmine waved after him with a smile.

Paige chuckled. “Drama at Barbie’s Dreamhouse.”

“Yeah...” Kyle said, not feeling quite so amused.

Something about this gave him a pit in his stomach. The man, sour with rage, passed their house. From here, Kyle could see genuine distress in his eyes.

“Morning!” Paige said brightly to him.

Kyle sunk into his seat when he glared at them. But Paige only smiled and waved.

***

Paige chewed the top of her pen.

It was something she did when she had writer’s block. And she’d been doing it all afternoon, staring at her notebook with a furrowed brow while putting teeth marks into plastic.

“You good?” Kyle asked, turning back from his station.

They both worked from home. It was one of the benefits of their fields, with Kyle in tech and Paige as a staff writer for an online publication. As not-coworker coworkers, they knew each other’s quirks on the job better than anyone.

“I’m just stuck on this draft.” She stuck the pen back in her mouth and nibbled on it more.

“I can tell. Wanna take a walk?”

Paige sighed.

“I think I just need to veg. Maybe watch an episode of TV or something.”

A TV break was one of Paige’s rarest, most desperate ploys. Only at her lowest, at her most depressed, did she take one. Except Paige didn't seem depressed today. She still had that twinkling smile, and she carried herself with light, bouncy steps.

Her writers block must be awful today, Kyle thought as she plopped herself down on the couch and flipped it on.

“Just channel surfing?” Kyle asked.

“Don’t really know what I want to watch…” She was sprawled out, with one leg over the arm of the couch and the other foot flag on the floor.

She shaved them. Kyle observed. That too, was a rarity.

And now that he thought about it, wasn't she wearing pants this morning? Certainly not these high-on-the-thigh lounge shorts.

Paige still had the pen at her lips. She didn’t quite nibble on it at all anymore, so much as lightly suck on the tip. She flipped, a channel at a time, through her usual haunts. NBC, then NatGeo, then CBS.

Then, she landed on something garish and loud.

With the pen in her lips, Paige watched the scene play out with curiosity. It was a reality show, one as bright and neon and sparkly as their new neighbors. Flashy edits and bubbly music accompanied shots of the vapid vixens that made up the cast.

It must have been the flashing colors of the screen, because Kyle could have sworn Paige’s dark irises looked lighter.

“Think you’ll find the ladies down the lane?” He quipped.

But Paige didn't catch his joke. In fact, she was barely listening to him at all.

“I think this is the kind of stupid I need right now.” She said, sinking deeper into the couch.

She watched it for the rest of the day.

***

After Paige’s day watching mindless crap on television, she badly needed some mental stimulation. So, they invited their friend Max over for another heady strategy game. But it wasn’t going well.

“Ooh shit, sorry Paige. I’ll be capturing all four of your spaces.”

Max guiltily set his colored cubes down on Paige’s feeble remaining territory. She wasn’t playing her best tonight, and this turn finally put an end to her slow and painful decline.

She was out of the game.

She dropped her cards and threw her hands up in defeat. “Whatever! I’m going for another drink. Anyone want anything?”

Kyle shook his head.

“I gotta stay sharp against this guy. His latest plunder of your resources put him in a strong position.”

Paige huffed. “Sorry! I’m having an off day I guess. I need that drink.”

Max watched her go to the kitchen. His dark brow was furrowed, and Kyle couldn’t ignore the suspicion in which he regarded Paige.

“What?” He asked bluntly.

Max was a good friend to both of them. They didn't need to beat around the bush. And from the way he looked at Paige, Kyle knew he wasn't ogling. Instead, Max had a face of concern.

“Did Paige get a haircut or something?” Max shot back.

“No, why?”

“I dunno, man. She looks different.”

Paige bounded back into the room with another vodka cranberry. The glass was filled even higher than the last one.

“Driiiinky!” She sang, settling back into her spot.

Kyle checked the time. It was getting late. And they both had work tomorrow. But she took a big gulp from it anyway.

Kyle surveyed her again. Now that he paid attention, her straight brown hair did look a little fuller. And at certain angles, he could almost make out highlights within the usually flat color. The differences were small, but they added up. Paige’s hair looked better.

And it was more than just her hair. Her skin looked better too.

Her blemishes were gone. The small bumps and pimples that she was at constant war with were, tonight, nowhere to be seen. Kyle couldn’t remember ever seeing Paige’s face so smooth before.

Is it more slender, too?? He thought. It couldn’t be. It must only look that way because of her hair and skin.

She was acting different, too. Her laugher more came easily, and that happy glisten in her eyes was becoming a staple of her expression. And did she ever used to put the tip of her finger in her mouth when she was concentrating on her turn? Did she ever used to sit like that, with her legs splayed so wide you could catch the sides of her panties peaking out from her short PJ shorts?

Since when did Paige even own PJs that short?

Kyle lost the game handily. Max had pulled too far ahead thanks to Paige’s defeat, and Kyle was too distracted by Paige’s face and behavior to put up a fight. It was different. All of it.

They sent Max on his way, and Paige let out a massive groan.

“God, my bra is killing me. The strap murder on my back right now. It’s digging in like crazy.”

She reached underneath her shirt and unhooked it. The bra fell out, and Paige sighed in relief.

“Maybe your boobs are growing.” Kyle joked.

“Yeah right.” Paige said. “You wish. I’m sure you’d be thrilled if I looked exactly like one of those bimbos down the lane.”

Kyle’s heart skipped a beat.

Do you want to play Bimbo Down the Lane?

“Hey, Paige. Are you using different shampoo or something?” Kyle asked.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Paige’s hair... the light brown highlights, the cascading texture, the glossiness of it. Now that he noticed the definition, it only become more obvious. More dramatic.

“No, why?”

And her face, too. Her imperfections were fading away. Cracked lips had turned soft and moist, and oily pores were clearing out. Even her nose looked smaller and rounder, and her lashes longer.

“You look good, that’s all.” Kyle said.

Paige smiled and closed the gap between them. She placed her hands on Kyle’s arms and rubbed them. Instinctively, he grabbed her waist in return. She smelled good. She smelled like she was using new shampoo.

Paige leaned in close and spoke low and coy.

“You know... if you think my boobs are getting bigger, maybe you’ll have to do an inspection...”

Kyle couldn’t resist such a smooth move. He was only human, after all. And Paige was stroking his dick through his pants. From this angle, the cut of her shirt looked low. Lower than before, at least. Low enough for him to catch a hint of cleavage.

“What do you say, Inspector?” Paige asked.

He put his concerns aside, of Paige’s strange behavior, of her subtle-glow ups, of the bimbos down the lane, and kissed his girlfriend.

Maybe it was the vodka cranberries, but her mouth tasted a little sweet. And so the thought still lingered.

Do you want to play Bimbo Down the Lane?

***

Paige shook Kyle awake gently.

“It doesn’t fit.”

Kyle groaned, his eyes adjusting to the morning sun while his sleep addled brain clunked to life. Paige stood next to the bed. She held a bra to her chest with the straps at her sides.

And she looked at him with a new face. One with fuller lips and bigger eyes. Her hair rippled in definitive waves, the new highlights starker against her brunette hue.

“Huh..?” Kyle groaned.

“My bra! It doesn’t fit. My boobs are like, actually bigger, Kyle.”

Kyle’s heart sank.

It did seem that way when they fucked last night. But their lovemaking turned so frenzied that he hardly had time to examine them with a cool head. And he really didn’t want his insane suspicions to be true. He sat up in bed.

“Show me.” He said.

Paige moved her bra aside to reveal pert breasts, with perfect upturned curves and fresh, round heaviness to them. They were C-cups, at least. Even bigger than they had seemed last night.

And her breasts were just one piece of the picture. The radiance in her face was reflected in her entire naked body. Her skin was smoother. Her remaining pudge had melted away into a sculpted flat tummy. Her hips flared wider, and when she turned around, her butt was firmer and rounder.

“Paige, all of you is different.” Kyle said.

“I know! I’m not blind! I told you I was losing weight!”

Paige threw the bra on the bed.

“Paige, that was the other night. You’ve changed a lot since then. I think...” Kyle swallowed his nerves. What he was about to say was going to sound crazy. “I think Kennedy did something to you. I think she’s making you like her.”

The theory hung between them.

“Oh no.” Paige said. “No, no, no. I am NOT turning into a bimbo. No way.”

“Paige, look at you. This isn’t natural. And remember what that guy said about Aiko down the street? About how Jasmine changed her. What if Jasmine passed something to Aiko, and Aiko passed something to Kennedy, and Kennedy passed something to you.”

Paige’s eyes widened. They were definitely lighter, and more vibrant. The once dull grey irises were turning blue. And around them, her lashes were thick and long.

“Bimbo Down the Lane...” She whispered.

“Bimbo Down the fucking Lane.”

***

“O M G, hey guyyys!!” Kennedy pulled Kyle and Paige in by their arms, back into another one of her chesty warm hugs. And into the interior of her house.

If Kyle thought that Kennedy was aromatic, that was nothing compared to what assaulted him beyond the door.

The air was thick with melted chocolate and buttery caramel. It clung to Kyle’s skin, heavy, yet bouyed by notes of citrus behind it. Juicy nectar and tangy orange mingled with the nutty, dark chocolate, willing him to breathe in just a little deeper to catch it all.

Paige shoved Kennedy away. “What the fuck did you do to me!”

Kennedy giggled. She wore a pink slip, low on the tits and high on the legs. Jasmine emerged wearing a matching set in green, and the two bimbos sidled up close to each other, eyeing Paige hungrily.

“Mmm… she’s looking better already.” Jasmine purred.

“Bimbo Down the Lane. What is it!” Paige spat. “What are you doing to me?!”

Somewhere from another room, high punctuated moans echoed through the sweet, sugary air. Bed springs squeaked loudly. Jasmine’s long neck craned towards the noise, and she laughed.

“Oh my… Sorry about that, babes. Aiko brought a stud home last night and I guess they’re going for round two. Or four… I’ll go tell them to quiet down.”

The Black bimbo slipped off of Kennedy’s body like falling silk and sauntered around the corner.

“You guyyys!” She sang, and a door slammed closed.

Paige stared down Kennedy.

“What is Bimbo Down the Lane.” She repeated.

Even now, her hair fell a little bouncier off her head, thicker and more voluminous. And the way she put her hand on her hip was new. She was thrusting to one side and leaning on it.

The moans from the other room fell quiet. Aiko’s girlish giggles bounced through the house, followed by Jasmine’s husky laughter.

Kennedy just smiled. “Isn’t it fun? Turning into a sexy, horny bimbo?”

“I am not a bimbo!” Paige said.

“Not yet… Far from it, based on how stuck-up you’re still acting. But you will be soon! That’s how the game works, silly!”

Paige was at a loss for words. She was breathing hard, her newly grown chest heaving slowly. So Kyle stepped in.

“How do we stop it?”

Kennedy’s gaze slithered towards him, and she drank in his body, too.

“You can’t stop it, silly! That's not how the game works!”

Jasmine’s low, throaty moan from the other room interrupted them.

“Ooooh yeah...”

Then, with the return of the squeaky bed springs, it picked up.

“Uh huh! Yeah! UNH! UNH! UNH!”

Aiko’s moans followed, and suddenly the two bimbos were screaming in tandem, the creaking of the bed louder and faster than before. Kennedy’s eyes drifted towards the room.

“Seems like they’re having a lot of fun in there...” She said dreamily. “Mind if I...? I’ll be right back!”

She nearly skipped towards the escalating chorus of girl moans and male grunts, pulling her slip off of her head as she did, her round, shining ass bouncing at her eager steps.

“Wait for meee!” She cried, opening the door to an onslaught of giggles, and she leaped inside, closing the door behind her.

***

“Fucking sluts!” Paige fumed.

She stomped up the street. Her growing breasts, without a bra to hold them, bounced beneath her shirt. And the shirt itself was thinner than before, it's fabric now betraying the darks of Paige’s nipples beneath.

“That is not going to happen to me.”

She tossed some hair aside and it caught the sun, twinkling brighter. There were more shades of brown in it by the second, deep mocha shadows and golden highlights, reddish mid-tones and bronze sheens.

Kyle put his mind back to the situation at hand. “Okay. But what do we do? We don't know how to stop it.”

They entered their house, and Paige made a beeline for their bedroom.

“It’s simple. I’m putting on my ugliest shit and fighting this. No reality tv. No sex. Just work. I can control my own mind.”

Kyle raced after her, and by the time he made it upstairs she was already in their closet.

"You just need to hold me accountable!” She yelled through the door. “If you see me doing anything bimbo-ish, tell me!”

“Okay...” Kyle said.

But he didn't feel good about this plan.

“What the fuck!” Paige yelled, slamming a drawer from inside the closet. She stepped out clutching handfuls of lace, silk, and satins. “None of this shit is mine!”

***

The upside to Paige’s entire wardrobe changing was that her bras fit again, even if Paige was disturbed to discover they were D sizes. Still, she was grateful to stuff her growing tits into some support. The flesh jostled in the cups, spilling over, gelatinous.

They were still growing.

The downside of the new wardrobe was that Paige didn’t have a single modest piece of clothing left.

She instead tried throwing one of Kyle’s ratty old tees over her new bra, a periwinkle plunge cut for ample cleavage. But the shirt shrank around her body, the punk rock flames turning to pastel flowers, until it became skin tight.

That wasn't all. On Paige’s ass, Kyle’s jeans would turn into colorful, form fitting leggings. And jackets would dissolve off of her if she dared to zip them up.

Kyle, at least, was relieved to know he wasn’t imagining things. Paige’s clothes had been changing.

“This sucks.” Paige pouted.

She stood at the mirror examining herself glumly. At least, Kyle thought she was glum. Not a lot of it showed on her face, which wore a somewhat fascinated gawk. She turned to the side and stuck out her ass. It yearned against the shape of her leggings.

She’d been standing there for quite awhile. Her eyes never tired. They roamed over her changing form, drinking in every inch of it. Occasionally, she’d lick her lips. They were starting to look glossy and pink.

“How about you try and get some writing done?” Kyle suggested gently. “It’s what you’d normally do.” He didn't want to say, You know, instead of posing in front of a mirror.

She leaned in closer to the mirror. “Make-up is like, coming out of me!” She said. “I have foundation on. And blush!”

“And lip stick.” Kyle added. “Paige, I really think you should get away from the mirror. Work could do you good.”

“It's so unfair.”

She crossed her arms beneath her tits. They spilled over top, the extra support from below heaving them every which way.

Kyle had to nearly drag Paige to her desk. Up close, the faintest whiff of strawberries tickled his nose.

“Stop being a bimbo and work.” He ordered.

“I am not a--”

“A bimbo, I know! Prove it! Write something good today.”

The furrow of concentration that befell Paige’s face when she picked up the pen was the first familiar thing that Kyle could identify from her today.

Then, the stuck it in her mouth and started sucking on it.

***

“Done!” Paige announced proudly at 5pm.

Kyle hadn't heard much from her for the rest of the afternoon. True to his order, she stayed at her desk all day, writing in flurries between long stretches of sucking her pen while staring at her page blankly.

But she had finished something. She’d done an actual day’s work, and that was encouraging news.

“That’s great, hon! How do you feel about it?”

“It’ll need some editing but I think it’s pretty good!” She said brightly.

“Amazing. Well I have good news, too. Come look at this.”

Paige bent over next to Kyle’s computer. Strawberry, fresh and supple in the air, wafted with her. The neckline on her t-shirt had deepened to a low V. Her tits dangled plump over Kyle’s shoulder. They were very hard to ignore.

“I found them. Jasmine Grey and Aiko Hirota. These are their old socials.”

“Holy shit!” Paige gasped.

The women in the photos were completely different people than the ones down the lane. Jasmine had a square head with short, buzzed hair, and Aiko was a waif, skinny and flat, with plain black hair.

“I couldn’t find any girls in their mutuals named Kennedy, but look. This is Aiko’s ex-husband. His name is Joe. I reached out. He is coming over tomorrow to tell us what he knows.”

Paige stared at their regular faces, forlorn.

“They look so… normal.” She said. “Kyle, they looked as normal as me.”

“I know. But we can beat this. We’re going to.” Kyle promised.

“I need a shower.” Paige declared. “I need to wipe this stuff off my face.”

Her make-up had filled in completely now, rich and glossy, and up close, Kyle could see it seeping from her pores, filling in thicker.

“Sure.” He said. “You earned it.”

***

Paige’s draft was awful.

Kyle read it while she was in the shower. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. Besides, Paige tasked him with keeping her accountable. He needed to see what she was actually writing.

As it turned out, it was a mostly stream-of-consciousness ramble filled with grammatical errors. When Paige said it needed editing, she was underselling things by a mile. Kyle picked out maybe a few good ideas within the pages that could be fleshed out into a good article, and that was being generous.

He waited in the bedroom to break the news to Paige. Her brain was turning bimbo faster than either of them were prepared for. She needed objectivity, a shock to the system.

He only hoped she could claw herself out of it.

She emerged in a heavy cloud of hot strawberry steam, her soaked hair falling inches longer down her back, and her face still glistening with make-up.

“It won’t come off.” She pouted.

She was pouting a lot lately, and each time her lips formed bigger pillows when she did.

“That’s okay.” Kyle said. “It’s your brain that’s important. Your intelligence. Right?”

“Yeah.” She said, taking slow steps his way. “Speaking of… I was thinking…”

The strawberry air followed her. The fruity scent had developed new, creamy notes. It balanced out the sweetness with mellow, velvety thickness. And it smelled, Kyle hated to admit, fucking amazing.

“You know. I worked so hard today. And did like, real, non-bimbo stuff. So… I thought I earned like… a reward.”

Her hand fell on Kyle’s chest, and strawberry pink nails topped her slender fingers.

“Paige, wait…” Kyle said.

“I know I said no sex! But like, you’re my boyfriend. We can have normal, non-bimbo sex, right? Like are we supposed to never fuck again?”

She gave him big, pleading eyes. They were a glistening, ocean blue. And her eyebrows were trimmed thin.

“I think until we figure this out, maybe not.” Kyle said apologetically.

Paige let her towel drop to the floor.

Heavy, tear drop tits spilled out, and she swayed her new hips sinuously. Her figure was sculpted and supple, and against his better judgement, Kyle stared at it.

“It fell out in the shower…” she said, running her hands down the hourglass of her body. “All of it.”

It was true. Drops of water slipped freely down her legs, which were as smooth as rubber. And between them was her mound, pristine and glistening.

For the first time since he had known her, Paige’s pussy was bald.

She bit her lip, then wiggled her hips cutely from side to side.

“I thought… maybe… you’d want to try fucking it.”

***

Paige’s mouth, accompanied by plump strawberry lips, woke Kyle up.

She sucked his cock, her body adorned in tight satin booty shorts and a sheer bra with fluffy trim. On the television, a reality show played on low volume, and a mimosa sat half-drank on the nightstand with heavy prints of lipstick around the rim.

“Nnghh... Paige...”

She sucked and slurped as she pulled herself off his cock, then tilted her head at him. A bit of drool and spittle dangled from her lips.

“Last night was supposed to get it out of your system, remember?” Kyle said gently.

“I’m sooorrry, babe...” Paige whined.

Her voice came out high and flighty. She fluttered her lashes at him.

“It’s just... it was so good. And then I had all these dreams. I woke up so horny, baby.”

Kyle sighed. Last night was a massive mistake. And it had been incredible.

Sex with Paige was undeniably different. There was so much more of her now. So much more softness to grab and squeeze and kiss, so many more curves inviting his body into them.

And there was also so much more sensation. She was more reactive. She whimpered at every little thing he did, then begged him for more. And with his cock in her, it didn’t take long for her moans to sound like a different girl.

Kyle was ashamed to admit it, but he’d fucked the deep timbre right out of her. She talked like a babydoll now.

But it was supposed to be a one time thing. She said needed to burn off the energy. Needed to cum more time to regain some sense of control. Now she was waking him up with a messy, wet blowjob. Paige didn’t give blowjobs, least of all ones where drool dribbled carelessly to her tits.

He put his hands through her luscious brown hair. It was shiny and silky in his fingers, and he held it lightly to keep her from lowering back onto his cock.

“You don’t want to turn into a bimbo like Kennedy, do you?” Kyle asked.

“Nooooo! Kyle, I don’t!”

“Then no sex today.” Kyle said, as much as it it pained him with his cock straining inches away from Paige’s hot mouth.

“No sex.” She said. “Right. I didn’t used to like sex so much, did I? I could go weeks without it.”

That was unfortunately true.

“Can I, um, masturbate?”

She asked it so innocently. Maybe to Paige’s changing mind, masturbating was innocent. Compared to what she woke him up with, it was.

“I don’t think so, honey.” Kyle said. “We have our meeting with Joe today, remember. He can hopefully tell us something useful.”

***

“She was just like you.” Joe said, sipping his black coffee. He was a sullen, quiet man with thin lips and hallow cheeks. “Fighting it every step of the way. But failing miserably.”

“I’m not like, failing.” Paige said. “I’ve still got like, smarts and stuff. I even wrote an article yesterday.”

Joe didn’t regard Paige. From the beginning, he was unwilling to even look at her. Instead he directed most of what he had to say towards Kyle.

“She used to be a brilliant woman, you know. Serious and passionate. She could carry a room’s attention for hours by herself.

Kyle frowned. He was talking about his wife like she was dead.

“Even when she was looking like that, she was adamant that she could beat it. She’d read Joyce. I thought she might actually win. Until I noticed that one day, the book was upside down.”

Paige let out a giggle, then covered her mouth in embarrassment. Kyle’s girlfriend at least had enough of her personality left to feel guilt at a mis-timed laugh.

Then again, Paige he knew wouldn’t have laughed at all.

“I refused to have sex with her, just like she asked me too. But pretty soon she stopped understanding why I wouldn’t. She forgot that she was supposed to be fighting. She stopped wanting to fight it. She started enjoying it. The changes.”

“And when I wouldn’t fuck her, she found people who did.”

“Kyle’s doing like, a really good job, though!” Paige interjected. “And I’m like so happy he is. I tried to blow him this morning and he like, stopped me. I’m sorry but I’m not gonna be a slut like Aiko.”

Kyle winced. The old Paige would never have been so forthright with a stranger about what they did in the bedroom.

“How long has it been?” Joe asked Kyle.

“Three... Four days?” Kyle said.

Joe allowed himself a moment to look at Paige’s proportions. Compared to last night, she was even curvier. And it wasn’t helped by the dress she wore, which turned metallic and shiny the moment she pulled it over her body. Now, it squeezed her into a shining display of cleavage and ass.

“She’s pretty deep for three days. It's happening faster.” He said ominously. “With each one.”

“Do you know anything about Jasmine?” Kyle asked.

“Jasmine was her co-worker.” Joe said. “Also a regular woman. Then one day Aiko told me about how she was changing. When Jasmine was almost nearly gone, my wife freaked out at her and told her not to come near her. Shortly after that, Jasmine passed it to her. Asked her if she wanted to play Bimbo Down the Lane.”

“And Kennedy?”

“Another girl from their work, I guess. Aiko must have given it to her next. I don’t know, at that point I was a little pre-occupied. When all three were finally turned, they went and got themselves fired for… Well. You know.”

Kyle could only imagine. The three of those sex-craved bimbos, in a workplace.

“That was when Aiko and I were finished. I think the three of them moved in together to save on rent. They have some sort of... agreement... with the landlord.”

"What about before the three of them? Maybe we have to go like, further back in the chain. Find where it started!” Kyle said, hopefully. “Like, who gave it to Jasmine?”

“I don’t know.” Joe said.

He finished his coffee with one deep gulp and set it on the table.

“I don’t even fucking care. My advice to you, just enjoy the ride. Don’t bother fighting it. Keep her satisfied and don’t let her stray. Once Aiko cheated... I just couldn’t look at her the same. I can never go back.”

Kyle grit his teeth.

“Oh. And one more thing. Keep her away from other girls. Normal ones. If you want to make a meaningful difference, have Bimbo Down the Lane end with her.”

***

“Don’t worry, Kyle. I am NOT going to become like Aiko.” Paige said. “She’s like, a super slut. And I’m just a sort of slut. Not even a slut, because I only want to fuck my boyfriend.”

Kyle surfed the web, following traces of connections from Jasmine’s social media.

“We need to figure out who came before Jasmine...” He muttered.

“Why don’t we go ask her?” Paige asked.

“Go back to the Bimbo House? I’m not sure that’s such a good idea...” Kyle said.

Paige tilted her head inquisitively. Her hair fell off the side, falling in wild layers of strawberry and gold. There was hardly any brown left in it, and it was lightening further still.

“Why not?”

Kyle thought back to their last visit. He recalled the squeaking bed springs from the other room and Aiko’s frenzied squeals. She was getting fucked in there. And Kennedy and Jasmine, with their bimbo brains, were moths to that flame.

“I just don’t know if that’s the best... environment for you.”

Paige mustered the most measured tone of voice she could handle, and it nearly resembled the old her. She returned his eye contact confidently.

“Kyle. I’m okay, I promise. We need to do this.”

Kyle closed his laptop and traced the edges of it uncertainly. “I’m not sure, Paige.”

“Kyle, please, I— Ahh!”

She gasped and shuddered, and when she braced herself against the table, her tits grew a little bigger in that shiny tight dress. A small, strained moan dripped from her throat. Behind her, the scattered papers, documents, and pieces of mail that littered her work station desk turned to magazines, tubes of lip gloss, and hair ties.

“You know I can feel it changing me, right?” She said quietly when the Magic subsided. “It’s coming faster and faster. And it’s feeling… better. There’s a girl inside my head who’s not me. And she’s thinking things. Dirty things.”

Kyle put a hand on her knee, and instinctively, Paige widened her legs.

”Um. Sorry.” She said, closing them. “My point is— It’s like, happening no matter what. Going over there won’t make a difference. I want… answers and stuff!”  

Kyle looked his girlfriend again in the eyes, so fucking thankful to hear something come out of her mouth that resembled the Paige he fell in love with.

***

That was how they ended back at the house down Vidalia Lane.

Aiko answered the door, her white hair tied up in twintails of endless length. She bounced on her toes and covered her mouth with ten electric blue fingernails.

“OMG, is that Paige?!” She gasped.

“Let me see, let me see!” Kennedy bounded to the door.

The girls were naked, shimmering with a light coat of sweat. Their rubber-sheen bodies, hairless and flawless, spilled out into the open air. Kyle forced his eyes to their faces, but he couldn’t keep their sweet aromas out of his nose.

“Wow, Paige. You’re looking SUPER hot. Are you here to like, play? We were just in the middle of--”

“No!” Paige stomped, and the rest of her jiggled. “We’re here with like, questions. Where’s Jasmine?”

Aiko giggled. “Sheeee’s in here, but I dunno if you like, wanna see her right now.”

“Move it!” Paige ordered. She forced her way in, and Kyle followed. “We’re not leaving until we get some answers--”

Paige stopped in her tracks gasped a sharp, short girlscream.

Jasmine’s wet cunt slid up and down a massive log of cock. She rode the guy reverse cowgirl, facing Kyle and Paige without shame, her heaving tits in the tight grip of his meaty hands.

“Unh! Unh! Oh heyyy, babes! Care to join?”

Paige stared, slack-jawed, at the penetrating cock. Then, her tight, metallic dress shrank on her body, growing so short that her ass nearly fell out of it. Heels appearing beneath her feet, and they lifted her.

“N--no... We had... questions...” Paige said.

Drool slipped over her lips, and her chest heaved with hot breaths.

"Could you guys fucking stop for a second!” Kyle yelled at the copulating couple. “Dude!”

The man continued to plow her, unbothered by the interruption.

“Nah, fuck that.” He groaned, squeezing her tits tighter.

The more he squeezed, the more her glossy brown skin bulged around him like soft, pillowy dough. Jasmine took his cock with effortless fluid motions, her hips and stomach rolling in hypnotic cycles as his cock pistoned in and out of her pink cunt.

“We told you we were in the middle of something!” Aiko tittered.

Another muscle-bound man stepped out of the bathroom, naked and sweaty, his cock at half-mast.

He drew Paige’s gaze instantly, and she took another sharp breath. Her hair rippled longer, the remaining brown tones beneath her highlights becoming redder and pinker. Her hair, Kyle realized, was half-way there to strawberry blonde. And it was curly.

Aiko fell into the stud’s arms, and the two conjoined in a searing kiss.

“Questions...” Paige mumbled. “We had... questions...”

Kyle didn’t like the way she gawked at how the man so effortlessly picked Aiko up, holding her by the ass and lowering her onto his rising rod. He didn’t like how the more Paige stared at the depravity, the closer her body came to matching the three bimbos partaking in it.

“Who asked you to play Bimbo Down the Lane?” Kyle asked Jasmine.

“Unh! Unh! It was like, my neighbor. God she turned sexy. I should call her.”

“And who was that? Where did you live?” Kyle asked.

Kennedy draped herself over his neck. Her slender arms were tan and warm, and they smelled like salty sea air.

“Shhhh... don’t be so stressed! Your girlfriend is becoming like, a horny bimbo fuckslut! Don’t you want that?”

Kyle ignored the slut hanging off of him. Paige’s hot lips were becoming a spout of drool, and she swallowed it in big gulps. Her big open eyes ping ponged between Aiko and Jasmine’s burly partners.

“The address!!” Kyle yelled again.

“Sixteen! Ah! Lemonww--ooohhhh!”

Jasmine’s mate shoved her forward. She landed on her hands and knees, her pendulous tits knocking against each other violently. He spanked her thick ass and fucked her harder, and Jasmine’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She made animalistic squeals, no longer forming words.

Kennedy giggled bubblegum giggles into Kyle’s ear and stroked his crotch.

“Somebody’s haaarrddd!” She teased.

“Stop! We’re leaving. Come on, Paige.”

Paige’s dress got tighter, shrinking around her body until entire parts of it tore away into nothing. The metallic polyester separated into a two-piece lingerie set, a thong and bra bursting with reflective light and strangling her thick bimbo swell.

She shifted her weight delectably on her rising heels and looked at Kyle blankly.

“Leaving...” She mumbled. “But like, why?”

Kyle grabbed her hand and tugged. Despite her curves, she was so light now, hollow-boned and airy. But even as she followed, she watched enraptured as Aiko and Jasmine got railed. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor.

“Lemonwoooood Driiiive!!!” Jasmine yelled, cumming. “Veronica Millleeeerrrr!!!”

***

Paige clung to Kyle on the short walk home. She rubbed at him boldly, running her hands up and down his chest as he dragged her with him.

“Kyle, I-- I think-- It’s happening again...” She mewed. “I’m like-- Oh Kyle I feel weird...”

“It’s okay, Paige. We have the next lead. We just need to follow the trail. I’m going to look up Veronica Miller when we get home, and--”

“You don’t understand, baby. I’m like-- Oh, gawd, I shouldn’t say. I’m thinking really slutty thoughts.”

“Then think about something else.” Kyle said. “Think about board games.”

“You don’t GET it Kyle, they’re BIMBO thoughts!” Paige said petulantly. “They’re just like, happening in my head! I can’t help it!”

Paige’s lingerie stretched and strained against her figure, and Kyle ushered her to the porch before any other neighbors would see them.

"Can you just-- fuck me real quick? I need to... I need to cum again. Then I’ll be good. I pwomise!”

“Paige, no.” Kyle said, leading them inside. “Fight it. You need to fight it.”

“Right.” Paige said. “Fight it. I don’t wanna get fucked.”

Their house was different. It carried the strawberry scent that until now, followed only Paige. And everything seemed brighter, and cleaner. It looked less like a home, and more like a set. And on the walls, their photos together now rendered Paige in her bimbohood.

Paige looked at herself in a mirror with the upmost seriousness. That was new, too, and in front of it was a vanity table covered in make-up.

“I don’t want a cock in my hot, wet, little pussy.”

Paige had never once said the word pussy before. And though the person who had said it now was a distant echo of that girl, one whose sugar sweet voice was an octave higher, it was still Paige. And she’d just said something incredibly dirty.

It made Kyle’s cock strain. And as she leaned forwards on the table, her lingerie pulled tight against her mound, her fat pussy lips bursting from the thin, tight fabric.

What the fuck is wrong with me? He thought, unable to look away.

Her ass was so fat, and thick, and perfect.

“Don’t wanna cock in my… In my bimbo pussy…” Paige sighed into the mirror, swaying her ass and pussy hypnotically.

“Uunnnhh!” Paige moaned under the weight of another wave of changes.

She shivered, her body rippling until her thong disappeared into the deep, fleshy crevices of her ass and pussy. The house lights flickered, and they, too, changed into a warm orange hue. And her heels got taller, and on her wobbly legs she stumbled.

“Paige!”

Kyle leapt and caught her. In his arms, Paige looked up at him with vacant, bimbo eyes. Her skin burned hot against his.

“Wanna get fuuuckkkked…” She moaned. “In my hot… bimbo… pussyyy…”

Needfully, she writhed her substantial thighs against themselves. Kyle’s finger’s sunk into her supple flesh, her hot skin, and strawberry enveloped him. It felt like he was sinking into her, until he’d sunk so far that his mouth was on hers.

It tasted like strawberry cream, and she kissed him ravenously, her tongue desperate for his.

“Paige, wait—”

They moved together, two pairs of legs struggling up the stairs, falling from one wall to the other, gravity somehow willing them to the bedroom until—

They fell on the bed. It was a King size now, bigger and softer, with layers of pink and red blankets.

“Mmmm, Kyle I need your cock.” She purred between hot, strawberry kisses on his mouth.

Kyle’s heart caught in his throat, all while his girlfriend’s acrylic pink nails fished for his cock. He couldn’t do this. This was a mistake.

She flipped them over so that she was on top. He collapsed, powerless, painfully hard, taken by the fully-fledged bimbo body of his once plain girlfriend.

“Mmmmm, Kyle, look at that fucking thing. You’re so hard for me, baby, aren’t you? Are you hard for your girlfriend’s slutty, bimbo cunt?”

She slipped her thong sinuously down her legs and climbed on top of Kyle. Her pussy, a puffy, pink, sopping quivering mess of girlheat, hovered tantalizingly close to his yearning cock.

She was almost unrecognizable, and her whole body buzzed with static, teetering on the cusp of another wave of transformation. She grinded herself, laciviously, against his shaft. But even like this, Kyle could still feel the old Paige there. The Paige that, when all this was over, still wanted her old body and mind back.

She was trembling.

"Mmmmm…. Fuuuuuck…” She purred. “Ooh Kyle, I can’t wait any longer.”

She lowered her soaking, tight, tunnel onto him.

“Nigh!!” Kyle groaned.

Her pussy swallowed his hardness hungrily, embracing it, filling his senses with nothing but its wet, burning embrace.

“Ooh Kyle, I’m gonna—! Fuck! It’s happening.

There was a desperation in Paige’s voice. She was desperate for release, obviously. But even still he could see his girlfriend struggling not to lose herself to whatever was about to happen.

Then wild static exploded from Paige’s body and enshrouded them both. Kyle could feel it this time, the energy working its magic over her. And it was so powerful it raised the hairs on his neck and arms.

The front clasp of her lingerie SNAPPED, and massive liquid titflesh flooded out. Before Kyle’s eyes, they expanded to their full, bounteous size. As they did, her eyelids fluttered, the lashes growing longer with each blink while her O-shaped lips ripened plump and juicy. Her hair exploded into a dizzying waterfall of pink and blonde, strawberry curls spinning down her head, raining silk over their bodies.

And the last bit of spark in her eyes faded into a contended, mindless pleasure.

“Fuck my cunt, you fucking stud.” She moaned, moving her hips for the first time as a new woman.

She did it expertly, rolling her thick hips back and forth on Kyle’s cock, as if it came as naturally as breathing.

Then she smiled, her baby blue eyes gleaming and depraved. If there had been any conflict left in Paige’s face, it was gone, burned away by lust and need. She put both hands on Kyle’s chest and leaned in so close that he could smell her strawberry breath.

“Pound my wet little bimbo cunt, Daddy.”

***

“I was like, so mean to them. Do you think they’d still want to play with me?”

Paige was curled up into Kyle in a state of post-coital bliss. Her naked body was warm and soft, settled into its new form, glowing peacefully from the aftershock of countless bimbogasms.

But Kyle couldn’t enjoy the moment.

Veronica Miller. Where is she? He thought, scouring the web for the lead that Jasmine had given them.

This was the girl that bimbofied Jasmine, who then bombofied Aiko, who then bimbofied Kennedy, who then bimbofied Paige. They had to find her.

“Baaabe, I’m talking to you!” Paige whined.

“One second. I’m trying to fix this.” Kyle groaned.

But now that Paige had fully given into Bimbo-hood, he didn’t know if reversing this was possible. At the least, it was going to be a lot harder with a salacious bimbo hanging off of him.

How much was it going to take to keep her satisfied?

“I promise I won’t fuck the guys!” Paige said. “I just wanna play with the girls. I’m like, super curious about pussy now. Don’t you think it’d be hot?”

Veronica Miller. He found her. The girl in the photos was cute, a chubby redhead with an uneven smile. But Kyle was certain she wouldn’t look like that today. She’d be a bimbo. Another young woman shaped into a fuckable, flexible, cocksleeve.

Sixteen Lemonwood Drive was thirty minutes away.

“Come on. We have a trip planned.” Kyle said.

“But baabyyy, I wanna play with the giiirrls!” Paige whined. “I think I’m like, um, SUPER bi now.”

“Later.” Kyle said half-heartedly.

His work e-mails were piling up, but work was the last thing he could think about right now. Except— Wait.

Something that Joe said came back to him. Kennedy, Aiko and Jasmine all worked at the same company. They were co-workers. Kyle hadn’t been able to find Kennedy on their socials. But co-workers didn’t always follow each other on Instagram, did they?

Kyle logged into LinkedIn and started working off of Aiko’s connections. He looked for a Kennedy, any Kennedy. It didn’t hurt to have more information. He wanted to know the true identity of every bimbo in the chain.

“You’re no fun!” Paige pouted.

“Quiet.” Kyle said, scrolling through the names of Aiko’s ex-coworkers.

Kennedy... Kennedy... Kennedy...

This couldn’t be right. There was only one Kennedy at the company. The person’s name was Kennedy James, and—

Paige squeezed Kyle tighter. She traced circles on his chest with one long, neon nail while he stared at Kennedy’s page in shock.

“Hey Kyle, babyyyy.” Paige mewed. “I just remembered something.”

“Not now.” Kyle said.

The person looking back at him was a man. The young guy was lightly tanned with dusty blonde hair and a chiseled jaw covered with stubble.

“But I just remembered I need to do something!”

“There’s nothing you need to do.” Kyle said dryly. “You’re a bimbo now.”

Kyle found another social page for Kennedy James, and scrolled through photo after photo of the same young man. Hiking. Dancing at a wedding. Drinking a beer.

Kyle’s heart dropped.

There he was, posing on the beach with a surfboard, his dirty blonde hair mussed from seawater.

“Exactly!” Paige said. “I’m a bimbo now, so I have to do something. And I think it’s gonna make things a lot easier for us.”

On the computer, Kennedy James stared back at Kyle. This didn’t make any sense. If that was the same Kennedy as the bounteous beach blonde next door, the one with the massive tits and wax smooth legs, then—

“What, then?! What do you have to do!” Kyle burst into exasperation.

Paige smiled devilishly. She brought her heavenly lips sinfully close to Kyle’s ear, and whispered, her voice carrying with it a low, dull static.

“Doooo you want to play Bimbo Down the Lane?”