Part Two: Kylie

Paige’s whispered words bristled against his ear like static electricity. Do you want to play Bimbo Down the Lane?

He pushed Paige’s pliant, plushy body away from him. “Why would you say that?!”

She giggled. “It’ll be more fun this way! You’re gonna be like, such a good bimbo. And then we can have fun with the girls down the street together.”

The electricity was in his head now, buzzing lightly, trickling into his grey matter. It would have a lot of work to do there, but for now it was finding a home, nestling into nooks and crannies, making itself a part of him.

But it couldn't be. There was no way. He couldn't turn into a bimbo.

The proof was right in front of him, on the social pages of Kennedy James, and it said otherwise. Kennedy was a man. At least, she was a man before Bimbo Down the Lane turned her into a bimbo. Kyle had seen her new body with his own eyes. Her massive tits. Her hourglass waist. Her supple ass.

Her pussy, wet and pink and shaved.

She’d transformed completely, in body and spirit. And that meant Bimbo Down the Lane worked on men.

It meant it would work on Kyle.

And why wouldn’t it? This thing was fucking magic, whatever it was. It didn’t abide by the laws of reality. It didn’t just change people. It changed their clothes, their stuff, and their homes. And it had already turned Kyle’s girlfriend, over the course of a few days, from an out-of-shape homebody into dripping sex on legs.

“We need to go now.” Kyle said.

He rushed to put on some clothes. Bimbo Down the Lane had reached them through Kennedy, but she was only the latest in a line of bimbos. He and Paige needed to follow the trail back to the very beginning, to whoever started this chain of wet, fuckhappy fucksluts.

And hopefully, whoever started this would have an answer.

The first stop was Vanessa Miller. That was the name Jasmine had given them. Vanessa was the bimbo who corrupted their sexy Black neighbor, who gave Jasmine that boundless new ass and permanent “fuck me” eyes.

But Joe, the man who watched his own wife Aiko turn bimbo, had said that the transformations were happening faster each time. It only took four days for Paige to turn. Kyle didn't know how much time he had. He suspected half as much. And that meant, Kyle feared, he couldn’t trust himself to solve this alone.

In his panic, he did the only thing he could think of. He dialed their friend Max’s number.

“Max, it’s Kyle. I need your help. Can Paige and I swing by and pick you up?”

***

“Heyyy, Max!” Paige teased, leaning halfway out the car window and waving with fluttering fingers.

“Hoooly shit.” Max said.

Kyle’s girlfriend wore a tight baby tee that covered only her massive breasts. And barely that, because heavy round underbooob popped out from below when she lifted her arm to wave. Her pants were a pair of booty shorts that vanished into her cracks, functioning on her body as little more than a modest thong.

“Get in.” Kyle said, reaching across to the passenger door and opening it.

“That’s going to happen to you?” Max asked.

Kyle peeled out of the driveway without even checking for traffic. “I hope not. That’s what we’re trying to stop.”

“Do you feel any different, yet?”

“I don't know. I've got so much adrenaline that I don't know what's the curse and what's just me. Fuck, I don't know what it’s supposed to feel like.”

Max turned to the backseat. “What did it feel like for you, Paige? When you, uh, started changing?”

“Uuum... I was like, in a super good mood. And a little horny.” Paige stuck a finger in her mouth and thought about it a little more. “I remember being like, why am I so turned oonn, it’s a week night! I didn’t know my body was getting all bimbo slutty on me!”

“Well I’m not in a good mood.” Kyle pointed out. “Obviously. And I’m not, er, horny.”

In truth, Kyle’s heart had been racing ever since Paige cast her spell on him. The energy that pushed him out the door and over the drive to Max’s didn't feel like fear. It felt like... Something he couldn't place.

But he wasn't ready to admit anything like that to Max. It’s just the adrenaline, he told himself.

“Well you can count on me. I'll tell you if you start acting weird.” Max patted Kyle on the back. “I totally called that Paige looked different, by the way!”

“Yes, yes, I know. Thank you for that.” Kyle said.

He squeezed the steering wheel and stared at his fingers. Did they look skinnier already? No, it was just his imagination. The hairs on the back of his hands were still there too, though they were raised on end, like...

Static, he realized. The energy inside of him felt like static.

***

They knocked at the ordinary wooden door of Sixteen Lemonwood Drive.

“Just a word of warning. These bimbos can be... shameless.” Kyle told Max.

Last time they visited the Bimbo House, the sordid scene there kicked Paige’s transformation into overdrive. Kyle’s stomach turned with butterflies at what might await them in Vanessa’s condo, and what it might do to him.

Butterflies of nerves, he thought. Not excitement.

“We’ll be quick.” Max assured. “We just need a name and an address. Who bimbofied you? Then then onto the next one.”

Kyle rapped on the door again, faster.

“Coommiiiinnnggg!!!!” A pleasured voice screamed from inside.

A minute later, she opened the door.

Vanessa Miller was very, very wet. She wore only a white bra and panties which were soaked through to her skin, saturated and translucent. Compared to the pictures Kyle saw online, dense constellations of freckles covered her new slender face, and her red hair was chopped into a pixie cut.

When she saw Paige, she exploded into a smile.

“Hi!!” She chirped. “Come in! Come in!”

The floor was slippery.

“Sorry about the mess. I’m like, a gusher now. And they just keep appearing!” Vanessa said.

Sex toys of all shapes and sizes littered the condo. They sat in puddles, ridged and curved and flared and egg-shaped. A girthy likeness of a cock vibrated in a corner, bouncing fruitlessly against the wall.

Max surveyed the scene with amazed eyes.

Vanessa skipped through her kitchen, opening and closing drawers in search of something. But everywhere she looked contained only more sex toys.

Her place smelled, ironically, like lemons. Fresh and light, with a hint of sweetness. Kyle inhaled it, savoring it. Why did bimbos have to smell so fucking good?

“We’re here about Bimbo Down the Lane.” Kyle said, cutting to the chase.

“Ohmigod, yes! I wish I could play again!” Vanessa said. “The first time was soooo much fun.”

“And who asked you to play?”

“Here it iiiiis!” Vanessa sang.

She pulled a meager hand towel from beneath her sink and dropped to her hands and knees. She wiped ineffectual circles at the puddles on the floor, and her soaked tits jostled blessedly in their scant bra.

God, she’s so fucking hot. Kyle thought.

Which was maybe a cause for alarm. When they were trying to stop Paige’s transformation, fucking the bimbos was the last thing on his mind. Now, he couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing about peeling those soaked panties off Vanessa and sliding into that fat mound.

“It was fun at the end, at least.” Vanessa amended, ignoring Kyle’s question. “At first I was like, SUPER stressed. I said, I’m not gonna become like you guys! No way, not me! Made a big show about locking myself away and not even touching myself, no matter WHAT.”

Kyle wished she would get to the point instead of shaking her ass and tits on the floor like that. His cock was starting to nag at him, hardening.

“But then it was like, there’s a dildo in my fridge. And now my pencil is a dildo. And everything is turning into dildos! And oooh, man was I getting horny. And my titties were just getting bigger and bigger! But even then I didn’t stick a single thing in me!”

Paige picked two of the toys up and compared them curiously. Kyle was pretty sure the old Paige had never even seen a sex toy in person, let alone use one.

“But then everything on the tv became PORN! And everything on the internet was porn too! And the toys just kept coming and, ohmigod I was getting like sooo wet. Like permanently drippy. I kept telling myself NO CUMMING. NO CUMMING. Cumming speeds it up. I KNEW that.”

In all this time, Vanessa still wiped the floor with the now-saturated towel. Uselessly, she moved puddles around, her body slipping and sliding and squeaking on the floor, delectable from every angle.

God, her ass was delectable. And with how soaked her panties were, they were basically see-thru. Except— shit. She had been talking and Kyle had zoned out, staring at her body with a rock hard erection.

“When I finally put the first toy inside of me, I still told myself I wasn’t gonna cum. Then I gushed all over EVERYTHING!” Vanessa giggled madly. “I think I like waited way too long. I’m like a squirt MACHINE now!”

To emphasize her point, she lifted her ass and pulled her panties to the side. Her sopping cunt quivered in the air, and she lightly slapped it three times.

“Uuunnhhh!!”

She closed her eyes in ecstacy and sprayed jets of girlcum across the floor behind her. Another volley of fresh lemon aroma filled the room.

“Who passed it to you?” Kyle asked again, centering himself. “Can you tell us anything about them?”

“It was my Mom!” Vanessa said, wiping her latest mess. “And she got it from my Dad. You have no idea what a crazy few weeks that was! At first we were like, ‘OMG DAD, what is happening to you!’ and then Mom was like, ‘OMG this is actually kind of fun!’ and then I was like, ‘OMG you guuuyys are just a couple of sluts now!’ and then I was like--”

I need to fuck something, Kyle thought.

“Where are they?” Max asked. “Your parents?”

Need to--

“Uuum. Evansville.”

NEED--

“Fuck. That’s like an hour away. Do you have their address?”

To FUCK that WET bimbo SLUT.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Kyle interrupted.

***

The orgasm cleared his head.

What came over me? He thought. Jacking off in a stranger’s bathroom. This is so not the time.

He reached his hasty finish with business-like efficiency, the sight of Vanessa’s wet body playing in his head on loop to get him there.

Now, he stared in the mirror.

It was all still there. His short, brown head of hair. His thick eyebrows and square nose. His dark chestnut eyes.

But his features rested on clearer skin. The same transition to a glossy softness they saw in Paige was working its way into Kyle. He tilted his face up and down and examined it from every angle.

It was his stubble, Kyle realized. Whatever follicles of growth that once existed on his chin and cheeks were gone.

“Fuck this.” He said.

Back in the living room, Paige examined another one of Vanessa’s vibrators. It was pink and silicone with two prongs. She licked her lips needfully at it.

“You can help yourself to anything you want!” Vanessa said. “I have like, so many.”

Max showed a piece of paper to Kyle. Dampness seeped in from the edges, but on it was an address scrawled in pen. “I got it.”

“Let’s go.” Kyle said. “Paige, you can pick out one toy.”

***

The car smelled like cunt and strawberry cream.

“Ooohhh fuu-uh-uuuck!” Paige moaned and giggled from the back seat. “I cannot believe I never used one of these before!”

She had lasted halfway through the drive to the Millers’ before she needed to test out her new toy. In the rear view mirror, Max and Kyle had a clear view of her stuffed pussy. She rocked the toy inside of herself while the second prong vibrated on her clit.

Max heroically kept his eyes fixed on the road, but it wasn’t easy to ignore a woman whose legs were splayed straight on both headrests.

“Jesus dude, I’m sorry.” Max said. “This is awkward.”

“It’s fine. She’s barely Paige anymore. She’s just a fucking bimbo.” Kyle said flatly.

He was getting horny again. Concerningly, the sexual urge that he quelled in Vanessa’s bathroom reared it’s head before Paige even removed her thong. And the more his girlfriend moaned in the backseat, the closer he got towards a second, full-blown erection.

“I can, um. Take care of her.” He offered.

“You mean fuck her?” Max asked.

“There’s a gas station at this exit. You can hang inside while we, um. You know.”

Kyle fiddled with the wheel. It was a ridiculous suggestion. Transparent, even. Max would know it was entirely self-serving. He’d scold Kyle for some serious sex-brained thinking.

He’ll call me a bad, bad, girl. Someone in Kyle’s head thought.

“Anything to make this end.” Max said instead.

The sex was frantic. After dropping Max off at the convenience store, they’d parked behind the gas station and got busy. Paige was thrilled to replace her vibe with a real cock, and Kyle equally happy to provide.

“Uhn! Uhn! Uuuhhh!” Kyle moaned.

Paige giggled and kissed him, stroking his cheeks, her touch sending shivers down his back.

“Oooh, Daddy, you’re so vocal today!”

It was true. Kyle never made sounds like these before in his life. Embarrassed, he closed his throat and grimaced, pumping away in renewed silence. This was a fucking good idea, he thought. The sex. Plowing pussy, making his bimbo girlfriend squeal.

“You like that, you fucking bimbo slut?” He grunted.

Paige smiled and urged him deeper with her hips. “Yeah, Daddy! Yeah, Daddy!”

It made him feel like a man. There was no possible way something like this could turn him bimbo.

Smiling deviously, Paige brought her fingers to his nipples and traced them lightly. The touch was pure electricity, a surge of glorious, painful, ecstatic sensitivity. And it shot through his body from his head to his cock.

“Uuuhhhhnnnn!!”

Kyle came, the sound exploding out of him while his head swam from release. The static in his nerves buzzed to overwhelming power, and it became a blanket that smothered his entire being.

He collapsed onto Paige’s tits, and she held him close. Her fingers lightly traced his back and left goosebumps in their trail. And though everything was over, his nipples still tingled gently.

“You’re gonna be such a cute bimbo.” She sighed.

***

MILF bimbos were an entirely new breed.

They had mature creased faces and round, cartoonish cleavage. Their carried themselves with sultry confidence and made insidious “fuck me” eyes. They lacked all the giggling giddiness of a young bimbo, made up for in equal parts by roiling, assured lust.

At the door were two of them.

The first thing Kyle noticed about them was their matching lipstick, sizzling red and lustrous. But that wasn’t the only feature they shared. They had 50s housewife bobs and wore only polka dotted aprons and thongs. If it weren’t for the fact that one had blonde hair, and the other red, they’d look identical.

Freshly baked frosted cookies wafted out from behind them.

“So… Which one of you, is, uhhh. The Dad.” Max stammered.

The blonde, with a husky voice, answered.“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“We need to know who passed Bimbo Down the Lane to you.” Kyle told them. “We just saw your daughter and she said—”

The redhead chuckled.

“Oooh, Vanessa turned out so fun, didn’t she! A little messy, but… what milf doesn’t enjoy cleaning a little mess?”

“Mmm, I know I do…” Her partner moaned. “She’s lucky we’re such loving parents. She called us such nasty things before.”

“Mmmm… dirty, NASTY things…”

They turned to each other and smiled, then met with glistening tongues for an impromptu kiss.

They needed to stop… doing that, Kyle thought. Teasing him with woman-mouth on woman-mouth, tongue on tongue. Butterflies tumbled around inside of him.

“Okay, but who of you was first!” Kyle demanded, out of patience.

“Mmmm… how about a game?” Blondie suggested slyly.

She pointed at Max.

“You. We’ll take turns sucking that sweet young cock of yours. If you can last until the oven dings and our latest batch of cookies are done, we’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

***

They set up in the living room.

Max stood awkwardly while the Miller bimbos knelt before him. Their four hands, adorned with shimmering bracelets and rings, worked at his belt and buckles, and they had hungry grins.

“You don't have to watch, you know.” Max told Kyle.

“Oh yes, he does.” The redhead purred. “We’re all playing. That’s the deal.”

Kyle shifted where he stood. The Miller household was warm, basking the glow of an ever-baking oven and trays of cooling pies, sweets, cookies and cakes. A fire roared in the fireplace, and lit candles lined the dining room table which stewed in the scent of roasted turkey, butter and fats. Kyle’s mouth watered against his will. Next to him, Paige scooped her finger through a plate of whipped cream and sucked it.

“Oooh... very niiice...” Blondie cooed from the floor.

Max was fully erect already.

Not that Kyle could blame him. Having two, hot and horny milf housewives desperate to suck cock would excite any man. Max’s cock swayed hard and thick over the admiring combos. It shared the same dark olive skin tone of the rest of his body, and it was impressively big.

Blondie slurped it eagerly, licking him from shaft to tip before taking the whole thing in her mouth.

“Uunnghh...” Max groaned.

Kyle’s saliva came in thick and fast. Because of the food, he thought. The delicious... food.

But butterflies twirled around his stomach while he watched his friend’s hard cock get slathered in drooling bimbo tongue.

Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

He didn’t. Instead, the butterflies settled in his abdomen, and they swirled there in anxious, nervous excitement.

The build-up of static returned, and it tingled in his face and scalp. His heart pounded, carrying the static to his fingers and toes, then to his dick and nipples. It was everywhere now, and Kyle had to swallow another mouthful of saliva as Blondie and Redhead traded turns on Max.

“Ooohhh fuck...” Max shuddered under their ministrations.

The milfs sucked and slurped, occasionally taking him deep in their throats. Every time his cock emerged, it came out slicker than before, gleaming wet with spittle and saliva and bulging with the building pressure of climax.

There was static in the air again. Hair tickled the back of Kyle’s neck, his hair, though it shouldn’t be long enough to reach there. It fell over the tops of his ears and into the periphery of his vision, growing. His long sleeves shortened, by magic, into a t-shirt on his body. The hair on his arms was wispy and light.

Kyle’s lips tingled with static, too. When he licked them, they felt softer.

Fuck... I’m changing. I’m changing.

The tumbling sensation in Kyle’s abdomen grew stronger and stronger while Max’s throbbing hard cock glistened and strained between the two red hot mouths. He groaned. He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to blow his load any second. He was going to coat those bimbos with his jizz, shoot all over them, unload on them.

Kyle swallowed more saliva. A girl in his head giggled, and thought dreamily, Mmm, I wanna taaaste!

Max’s knees buckled, his cock deep in the redhead’s glugging, sputtering throat.

“Fuuuuck!” He hissed. “Shit, I’m gonna-- Ooh! Oooohh!!”

DING!

“That’s the cookies!” Blondie said with a smile.

Max released his load into the suction of Redhead’s hungry mouth. She took his semen happily, swallowing one rope at a time while Max shuddered and bucked and moaned.

“Guess you win, sugar.” Blondie said with pride. “I’m Georgia. But when I was George, I was having an affair with a cute young thing named Lily. A student of mine at University. God, she was a sweetie. But then she became bad. Deliciously bad. Then of course she made me bad. Gave me these delicious titties and a taste for cock.”

Georgia took a moment to kiss her wife deeply, and to suck strands of jizz out of the redhead milf’s mouth. She swallowed her share of the prize with a smile, and Kyle swallowed too.

***

The bimbos sent them off with a batch of cookies, and Kyle stress ate three. He licked the sticky residue off his fingers, one at a time.

“Yeah, dude. You’re looking... pretty androgynous.” Max said in the car.

“I know.” Kyle said.

His face was losing its edge, square lines rounding out into gentle slopes and arches. And he’d lost weight. Not just his light layer of fat, although he lost that too. His shoulders were becoming narrower as his entire frame slimmed. Compared to earlier today, Kyle’s hands were smaller on the wheel. And the hair there was gone.

It was getting dark.

And their next target was going to be tricky. Lily, as it turned out, disappeared not long after her bimbofication. Georgia hadn’t seen her since she passed the curse onto her, much to the blonde bimbo’s dismay. She really wanted to invite her old affair partner into her marital bed.

“I’ll track Lily down.” Max repeated. “You just… try and hold on.”

“I know.” Kyle said.

His voice wasn’t as deep anymore. He was losing the scratchy baritone that he’d had since puberty. It was slipping through his thinning vocal cords, becoming air.

He did trust Max. Max still had his wits about him. Max wasn’t hearing girlish voices in his head, or getting physically smaller and weaker, or battling incessant, roiling urges.

And it shouldn’t be too hard to track down a cartoonish bimbo whose full name they had.

But that meant enduring a whole night of the bimbo curse. Eight hours was a long time, especially when he could feel more static building up already.

As he drove, he felt Max looking at him. His friend stared, his expression heavy with concern. And his eyes wandered up and down, from Kyle’s lips to his hands to his chest.

It felt weird to be... examined like this. To be checked out. Like he was a piece of meat. The butterflies in his gut fluttered happily. Too happily. Kyle’s nipples tingled with static.

“What?” He said, breaking the silence.

“I think you’re getting... tits.” Max said quietly.

Kyle looked down. His t-shirt pulled against the smallest of a bust. They couldn’t have been larger than AAs, but without a bra, their form was clear.

Paige squealed. “Oooooohh!! Kylie’s getting booooobs!!”

This is too much, Kyle thought.

“Okay. Thanks for the heads up. You can stop looking at them now.”

“Right. Sorry.” Max mumbled awkwardly. He looked towards the passenger’s side mirror instead and twiddled his thumbs.

He must think I’m such a bitch, Kyle thought. Asshole. Or jerk. Whatever.

The boobs were real. He could feel it now. That charging static energy pulsed through him, directing itself towards his chest where it swirled and accumulated. He was growing tits. Small ones, but tits all the same. And it was just the beginning. Soon enough, and they would become massive bimbo tits aching to be squeezed and manhandled.

And despite all that had happened, his libido was returning. In truth, it never really vanished since the performance that Max took part in. Kyle’s cock wasn’t hard, but lust still bubbled inside of him.

He needed to get home and fuck his girlfriend again. He needed to do something that made him feel like a man. And this time, he wouldn’t let her touch his nipples.

Fuck, I want to do filthy things to her. I want to fuck her so fucking hard.

Kyle could see why, in the throes of her transformation, Paige had begged him for sex even though she knew it was bad for her. In those moments of weakness, she needed dick. Needed a big, hard, cock in her. Railing her, filling her wet little pussy and satisfying her all-consuming cravings.

Kyle shifted in his seat, and the fluttering in his abdomen turned into a deeper, stronger want.

***

Thankfully for Kyle, Paige was even more insatiable than he was, and she returned his advances with matched enthusiasm once they got home.

Kyle barely considered the changes to their bedroom, which was newly decorated with pink wallpaper and smelled like sugar. The couple spilled into bed, sloppy and horny, and pulled at each other’s clothes between wild french kisses.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” She asked, tugging down his pants.

“What?”

“Bimbo horny.”

“Don’t say that.” Kyle said, jumping back on top of her and taking a handful of her overflowing tit. “I’m not bimbo horny. I’m just horny. I wanna fuck your fucking brains out.”

Except even with their naked legs intertwined, even feeling the wetness of Paige’s cunt grind against his leg, and even with his cock rubbing against her, he still wasn’t hard. They squeezed and groped and rubbed each other, kissing passionately and grinding their sexes against each other. But his cock remained soft.

Come oooon....

“Fuck me... Fill me...” Paige urged him, grinding her wetness on his flacid cock.

“One sec.” Kyle said, standing.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed it to the sight of his naked, bimbo slut of a girlfriend. She writhed on the bed, rubbing her body with her hands and spreading her legs wide.

“Come oooon, baby! Huurryyy!!”

Kyle couldn't get hard. He was needfully horny, desperate for release, and utterly drawn to the pussy before him. But he couldn't get hard.

Not only that, the wanton sight made his dick feel nothing. His own strokes made his dick feel nothing.

Instead, his lust lived elsewhere. It yearned from deep within his abdomen, desperate for release, but there was nothing he could do to access it. There was no way to stimulate in there

“I... I can't right now.” He said. “I want to-- fuck--!”

“Baaabbby, pweeease!” Paige begged, rubbing and moaning and writhing.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! I don’t know…”

“Maybe… maybe those studs are still down the street...” Paige said, sitting up with a hopeful smile.

“Paige, no!”

“But if you can’t fuck me…” She pouted.

It was happening. Despite her promises, Paige was already losing sight of their monogomy. She was turning into a cockslut who’d fuck anybody. He needed to fuck her, and soon.

“Use the vibrator.” Kyle said. “Use the vibrator and... And I’ll watch. I’ll get hard.”

Paige frowned and dug the sex toy out of her clutch. She switched it on and it buzzed to life, shaking violently as she brought it to her snatch. When the phallus filled his bimbo girlfriend, Kyle’s abdomen yearned in painful sympathy.

“Urrh-nn!” He moaned, clutching his stomach.

The sound he made was embarrassingly feminine. His voice was high enough already, and as a moan he sounded even more girlish. His legs gave way, wobbling like jello until he fell to his knees.

Pleasurable static surged through his scalp, and hair fell down into his eyes. It was longer.

“Oooh Kyle, it feels soooo good!” Paige moaned as she slowly pumped the vibrating toy into herself.

The bulging rod slipped in and out of her, glistening with her juices. Her pussy lips clung to it, squeezing it, and every time it entered her she mewed in delight.

“Fuck...” Kyle whispered. The need inside his pelvis flared to even greater heat, overflowing to the tips of his fingers and toes and...

To his nipples.

They were hard, and his chest swelled with hot pressure. His shirt felt tighter on his skin, and his nipples strained against it. Not just his nipples, but his whole chest. It was growing again. And pining for touch.

Kyle ripped off his shirt and grabbed them, his growing breasts, feeling them get rounder and fuller in his hands. And when he touched his nipples, pleasure shot through him. He didn’t care about the perversion of it all. Finally he could scratch at least part of the itch inside of him.

“Ooh Kyle. I wish this was a cooooock!!” Paige pined.

And as Kyle stimulated his burgeoning tits, the lust reached his penis, finally. With no where else for it to go, the flurry in his stomach bubbled into his pelvis. Except he still wasn’t getting erect. Instead, his penis tingled brightly, electrically.

Paige fucked herself harder and the static there whirled.

God, it looks so nice to be filled… She thought.

“Ooh, Kyliieee!”

Fuck. I shouldn’t be thinking that. This is bad. I’m a— I’m a bad, bad girl…

“I’m gonna— gonna— Cuuuuummm!!” Paige cried.

“Uurrrhhnn!! Me— too!!”

Pleasure overtook Kyle, and from his soft cock, as he squeezed and teased and rubbed his breasts, he fell to his knees ejaculated milky white fluid onto the floor.

It wasn’t quite cum, it was too liquid to be that, but he forced it out all the same. It splashed on the hardwood, his penis exploding with static, and shrinking as it did.

I’m cumming my dick away…

The orgasm pulsed deep, pleasurable waves inside of him, and his dick reduced in gratifying ecstasy to a nub. Then, the orgasm subsided, leaving him rubbery and spent.

He collapsed in a sweaty heap. Paige crawled to him stroked his shoulder-length hair. She scratched his scalp through his ever thickening locks, and it felt nice.

“Oh Kylie…” she sighed. “It’s my fault. I turned you into a bimbo and now you can’t rail me. We’re gonna get some new cocks in our lives, I promise. And then we can fuck them together!”

Paige flipped the television onto one of her vapid reality shows. It was easy on the eyes, the mindless processions of girls in cute clothes and fun make-up. And that bouncy music was so catchy…

Paige was right. These shows were just the right amount of stupid. Kylie fell asleep watching them.

***

Big strong men manhandled her, lifting her with ease, filling her with their cocks, reaching that deep, deep yearning and satisfying it for the first time.

“Kylieee…. Kylie wake uuuup!” Paige sang.

Kylie groaned. Her head was buried in sheets of hair that smelled like flowers.

That was such a nice dream… she thought. Such a fun, sexy dream.

The tittering voice in his head wasn’t his own. Kyle leaped up, suddenly alert.

Two soft tits jostled with him, doughy plump C cups with small pink nipples. He jumped to the mirror, heart fluttering, and a petite girl looked back at him with an expression of utter shock.

She was cute, with wide eyes and heart shaped lips. Straight brown hair fell past her shoulders, and some onto the gentle slope of her tits. Her waist curved off widened hips and a new, round rear. And between her legs…

Kyle’s dick was gone.

“Kylie has a pussy! Oh, this is so exciting!” Paige cheered.

It was topped by a small tuft of hair. Her pussy, a picture-perfect tulip.

“Fuck.” Kyle said with a girl’s voice.

With Kylie’s voice.

I’m a girl, she thought, defeated. With boobs and a vagina and everything.

She was surprised by how natural it felt. There was no dysphoria, no panic, no discomfort. This was just her body, her girl’s body.

But I’m not a bimbo yet. She thought dutifully.

Thankfully, Max had pulled through. On the nightstand, a text waited on Kylie’s phone that Max had tracked down Lily.

Rather, it was Lily’s cousin that he tracked down. He was taking care of her, apparently. And for her own protection, he had her under lock and key. But, Max said, he was willing to let them meet her if it meant finding a way to reverse things.

There was still hope. But they didn’t have time to waste. Kylie dug through her clothes, all of them transformed by the curse, for something modest.

She started with underwear. She couldn't stand there with her pussy out anymore. The breeze through the open window was starting to tickle her there. Each pair of panties was lacier and skimpier than the rest, so she grabbed some polka-dots and stepped into them. The cotton slipped up her smooth, slender legs, snug against her ass.

Next, she picked a sundress patterned with flowers.

I look cute, Kylie thought with detached fascination.

Her shoulders were round and delicate, and the straps hung from them, relaxed, over her lithe body. The dress was airy around her legs. She couldn't help but like it.

It didn't really matter what Kylie wore, though. The clothes were going to change. She looked at Paige, who wore a tantalizing, shimmering latex mini dress and a matching pair of tall boots. Her lipstick had shifted to match, and her whole body glistened in pink, plastic sheen.

This was Kylie’s future.

“OMG, you look adorable! The girls are going to love this!” Paige gasped.

“We’re not going to the Bimbo House.” Kylie said.

“I know we’re not, silly!” Paige said. “I invited them here! And their hot stud friends! I TOLD you I’d get us some cock!”

***

The bimbos, sunny Kennedy, bubbly Aiko, and dusky Jasmine, followed by their two muscular companions, rolled in before Kylie could do anything about it.

When they were reunited, the girls squealed. Paige hugged Kennedy with her leg up behind her, squeezing tightly and giggling. Kylie remembered how when they first met, Paige had stood at a distance, scowling at that very same bimbo. Now, they were…

Kissing.

Paige and Kennedy swapped saliva, giving each other the bimbo’s greeting, one where their tongues did the talking. Then, they parted.

“Oooh Paige, you look amaaaazzing!” Kennedy sang.

“I was like, such a bitch before. I am sooo sorry!! Will you EVER forgive me?”

Kennedy pulled back and took stock of the fully formed bimbo before her. Her face turned sultry.

“I can think of a few ways you could make it up to me…” Kennedy grinned. “I didn’t invite you to play the game for nothing.

“No. Paige. We’re leaving!” Kylie said.

But she was being flanked by Jasmine and Aiko, who circled her.

“And who do we have here…?” Jasmine said running her hand through Kylie’s hair and letting it trickle through her fingers.

“I’m Kylie. KYLE.”

Already that old name sounded foreign on her lips.

“Kylie’s like, still getting the hang of things, but I think she’s gonna be a super fun bimbo.” Paige giggled. “I thought we could show her the ropes today!”

The butterflies in Kylie’s abdomen awoke. They really liked the idea of that, and they danced and tumbled around, stoking that familiar yearning inside of her.

Except unlike yesterday, the yearning was attached to something now. Her pussy. She could reach it… inside.

“No… No, no, no!” Kylie said. “We’re going.”

One of their male companions sidled up beside Paige, sandwiching her between him and Kennedy. He checked out Kylie’s girlfriend, running his hand down her back until it reached her ass, and whistled.

“Paige, Kylie, this is Dane.” Kennedy said. “And that’s Alex. We found them on Tinder, and they’ve been like, amaazing!”

Paige turned to her suitor and put his hand on his cheek, and he pulled her closer by her ass.

“Well hiiii, Dane.” Paige cooed.

“Paige, please!” Kylie begged.

His arms are like tree trunks, Kylie thought. He could probably lift me with one hand.

The pang of emptiness inside her grew, ripples of lust reaching out, coaxing her pussy awake.

This is so fucked up. I don’t want him. Static clung to her thoughts, making them come slow and fuzzy. I’m still me. I’m still Kyle.

“Sorry babe, but I neeeed this. I need to get fucked.” Paige moaned, and then the kissed Dane, fiercely and shamelessly.

Dane picked her up and shoved her against the wall, and her legs wrapped around him. Paige’s plastic pink dress rode up to her ass. She didn’t even bother putting panties on today. Or maybe the curse had erased them for her. Either way, it made things easy for Dane. With one hand, he pulled his cock out and entered her.

“Oooohhh, fuck!” Paige moaned as he fucked her against the wall. “Harder! Harder! Yeah, Daddy!!”

Kylie’s stomach turned and bubbled with jealousy. But in watching Dane’s cock dominate his girlfriend, she could no longer tell who she was jealous of.”

Aiko stroked Kylie’s shoulders. “It’s okay, Kylie! We have a cock here for you, too. Come heeeere, Alex!”

"No…” Kylie whispered.

Alex approached imposing and dark, his square eyes roaming her body. He smelled like musky oak, and next to him, Kylie felt felicitously small.

She rubbed her lips together. They were coated in something sticky and thick. Lip stick.

I don’t wanna fuck this guy. I don’t wanna fuck this guy SO hard.

The static was everywhere, and it felt good. Her nipples straightened with built-up charge, and her tits pushed heavier against her sundress, whose cut fell lower to compensate. Under her dress, Kylie’s polka-dotted panties turned into silk. And inside them, she got wet.

“No!” She screamed, and shoved past the hunk to the door.

I don’t want cock. I don’t want to get filled. I’m NOT a bimbo!

When she started the car and peeled out into the street, Kylie could still hear the cock-happy shrieks of her bimbo girlfriend from inside. Her fresh new pussy pulsed in sympathy.

***

“God, she like, fucking fucked him right in front of me! I couldn’t believe it! Just jumped into his arms and let him rail her first thing in the morning. She’s such a slut!” Kylie vented as she careened down the interstate.

“Uh huh. You said.”

Max was being very polite about Kylie’s girl body. He hardly looked at her boobs, which was impressive because they were growing by the hour. Kylie was pretty sure they went up another cup size on the drive, because her sundress had evolved into a deep, deep V cut, and it felt tight.

She could even see her own cleavage in the periphery of her vision, bounteous and low.

"We are so broken up.” Kylie said. “I don’t care if we turn back to normal and she apologizes. I cannot get over this. I'll be finding a man who’s loyal.”

Kylie sped past a slow SUV in front of them, and a car honked when she swerved into the left lane.

“Blinkers, please!” Max yelled, gripping the seat.

“Whoopsies!” Kylie straightened out in her lane.

“And I meant a woman who’s loyal.” She corrected herself. “I’m a straight man. Totally straight dude who likes, um, pussy.”

“Right. Hey, maybe I should drive?” Max asked.

“Thats okay!” Kylie said. “Thanks for finding Lily, by the way. Did I thank you yet?”

“Yeah. A couple times.” Max said curtly. He glanced at her tits for one hot second, then turned his head.

Kylie didn’t realize how obvious it was when guys looked. It made her want to giggle, but she swallowed the urge. That was the bimbo talking.

She gave Max a reassuring smile. She could tell he was worried about her. He was so kind and caring. She’d have to make it up to him when all this was done.

“You're like, a really good guy. Friend. A good friend, and stuff.”

Playful static jumped between Kylie’s scattered thoughts. It was getting difficult in there with all that fuzz. Wading through her brain only seemed to make things worse, each thinking excursion kicking up more and more electricity.

“Just… remember who you are.” Max said.

“Right.” Kylie said.

Through the electrified webs of her mind, she recalled the basics. The deep electric current rolled through her, humming.

“I’m Kyle Pierce. I’m a normal, board-gaming loving, software-coding girl. Guy. I’m a guy named Kyle and I am NOT a bimbo.”

She smiled. It was difficult, and all that thinking had felt really, really, good. Too good. She was pretty sure she’d burned off a bunch neurons doing it. But she had done it all the same. And it was so not worth it. Max sighed and looked back out his window.

He didn’t even call me a good girl for it, Kylie thought, disappointed.

***

Lily’s cousin, an older man named Thomas, showed them to her room. He must have been in his forties, and Kylie couldn’t help but smell his cologne when she was close to him. He had dignified streaks of greying hair and an undeniable air of authority.

I wonder if he’s still single?

Kylie pushed the bimbo thought out of her head. That’s what Paige called them, anyway. Bimbo thoughts. They popped into her head with increasing frequency, and they were getting harder to dismiss.

And they were getting naughtier.

“She never told me who did it to her.” Thomas said. “To be honest, I never thought it might hold the answer, so I never pushed it. Maybe you’ll have better luck. Just, you know. Don’t touch her.”

He gave them a stern look that made Kylie shiver.

I wonder if he likes being called Daddy?

“And prepare yourselves. It’s done a number on her room.”

When he opened the door to Lily’s room, music and smoke poured out of it. Inside was a strip club. A literal strip club, with one platform stage jutting out from the wall. On it, a metal pole stretched into the ceiling. Neon laser lights danced around the darkness, flashing and pulsating to the beat.

“Heyyyy guyyys!” Lily greeted them holding a platter of drinks. Her tits were out, sheltered only by tasseled pasties on her nipples. Kylie admired their size. “Welcoooome!”

She stood on impossibly high heels and her legs were wrapped in the black criss-cross of fishnet stockings. They were connected by garters to a high waist G-string, thin and taut against her fat ass. Her hair was permed and black, dancing around her in tight spirals and pulling the gaze inwards towards her shiny, bow-shaped lips.

“A beer for the gentleman and a strawberry daiquiri for the ladyyy!”

The drink was red and frosty, and Kylie sucked it thirstily through the narrow straw. The sweet, fruity taste reminded her of Paige.

"No thanks.” Max said. “Look. We just want to know who passed this Bimbo thing on to you. Can you tell us that, Lily?”

Lily cooed. “Oooohh, you shouldn’t be asking strippers personal questions like that, should you honey?”

Kylie giggled. They bubbled out, unstoppable forces of bimbo happiness, and they left buzzing trails of warmth in Kylie’s chest. She hummed with electricity. Giggling was really, really fun. Kylie couldn’t remember why she’d been holding it in.

“We just like, wanna meet her!” Kylie said. “We’re trying really hard to meet like, ALL the bimbos! They’re all like, so different and fun.”

Lily smiled. “Aren’t you a cutie?”

The compliment caused Kylie's static to swell with feminine pride.

“I normally don’t do anything without a nice tip, but... Girls are different, aren’t they? And I NEVER get girls in here...”

Her eyes, heavy with glistening make-up, darted to the door. Then, in a low voice, she whispered. “Follow me to the VIP room.”

She led them to the back, through heavy red curtains where a velvet couch waited. Lily sat Kylie down there, then with slow swaying hips, began to dance towards her.

“The one who did this to me is not a bimbo. She’s my ex-girlfriend, Tammy.” Lily said, taking Kylie’s hands and placing them on her waist.

Slowly, expertly, she rolled her hips on Kylie’s lap.

“Your... ex? And she’s like... normal??” Kylie asked.

She tried not to look too hard at the body on display before her. Every time Kylie got horny, bad things seemed to happen. First, that incredible static charge would make her nerves stand on end, and then all sorts of new things would happen to her body. And her brain.

But that didn’t stop Lily from rubbing against her, from shaking her tits in her face and pulling Kylie’s hands down to her ass. The red-blooded male of Kylie’s memories would have gotten hard as a rock at that. He would have died to fuck her tight stripper cunt.

“Oh... she was furious when she found out about my affair with George. So she cast her little spell on me and turned me all sexy and fun. Said it would...” She re-positioned herself, and sat on Kylie’s fingers, grinding her crotch against them. “Aahh!! Said it would-- punish the both of us!”

Lily grinded harder, and Kylie’s fingers responded to her movements in time, curling up against her hot crotch. Beyond her thong, the curly headed stripper was wet.

“Punish you and Georgia.” Max said from the sidelines.

“Ooooh... he was George then, but-- yes! Yes!” Juices seeped through her G-string onto Kylie’s fingers. She rubbed back earnestly, making small circles over Lily’s clit. Exactly how she’d like to be rubbed, too.

“But even though her spell was changing me, I wasn’t going to give Tammy the satisfaction of passing it onto George. And I told her as much. I promised that her little revenge plot would NEVER reach my Professor.”

“Except once I realized how fucking fun it was being a slut... Ooohh.. I just had to share the love. Did exactly what Tammy wanted me to do. Passed it along to George. But what else was I supposed to --ahh!!! Do! He was so angry and concerned. I made him happy again! Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t-- AHH--!”

While Lily was talking, Kylie had slipped her fingers inside of the G-string and rubbed the bimbo stripper’s bare, wet cunt directly. She finished her off that way, and Lily endured the sudden, juicy orgasm buried in Kylie’s neck.

“Tammy Levine. At Fisher College.” Lily sighed after.

She collected herself, straightened her thong and garter, and pulled her fishnets taut on her legs. The stripper bimbo guided them back to the entrance of her stripclub bedroom.

“Last thing.” Max said, brow burrowed in thought.

He looked so cute like that, with his dark thick eyebrows and mussy black hair. No... Kylie thought. He’s my friend. I’m not supposed to think about him like that.

“Why didn’t you tell your cousin about Tammy?” He asked.

Lily’s face dropped in befuddlement. “Who?”

“Thomas. Your cousin.”

Lily giggled. “Thomas isn’t my cousin! He’s my manager! I only just met him after becoming sexy! He brings me customers and makes like, LOTS of money. And he fucks me stupid EVERY night!”

“KYLE, BEHIND YOU!” Max yelled.

Kylie smelled the cologne first. It wafted behind her, spicy and woody, and was followed by a pair rough hands. They grabbed her tits, and suddenly Kylie found herself in a man’s grip.

“Sorry for the lie, but I couldn’t pass up luring a fresh bimbo here...” Thomas growled. “Another girl for the club? It’s too good to be true. I thought I got lucky stumbling upon one magic slut.”

Kylie struggled against his hold. “Let me... unh-- GO! You CREEP!” She shrieked.

She felt helpless against him. Her body was so weak now, her muscles having long atrophied into bigger tits and ass. She could feel his cock hard against her, and the static charge buzzed in approval.

Why does it feel so GOOD to be helpless? She thought.

“But you don’t want to go, do you Kylie? You want to stay here and be my personal bimbo. Just like Lily here. You can have your own room and everything. Can’t wait to see what it turns into.”

“I am... NOT! A BIMBO!” Kylie yelled.

Then Thomas squeezed her tits.

“OooooOOOHH…”

It was the first true girlmoan that Kylie ever made, and it dripped out of her looooong and strained. Electricity pulsed through her nipples, and her titties swelled bigger until they fell out of her dress completely. They were serious bimbo tits now, so heavy on Kylie’s chest that when Thomas let her go, she almost fell over.

She stumbled forward, and suddenly she was walking on high heels. It didn’t make staying upright with these big heavy tits any easier, plus her dress was a mini-dress now, tight around her ass and straining to contain her widening hips. It left little room to maneuver, and, inevitably, Kylie fell to her knees.

“Not.. a bimbo…” Kylie repeated.

“You sure about that?” Thomas asked, unbuckling his belt.

“Yes, I’m...”

“Suuuuurrree....”

The cock filled her vision, a throbbing erect beacon of her desire. Kylie’s mouth filled with drool. Here, on her knees with her F cup tits out and a cock in front of her, a lot of her bimbo thoughts were starting to make a whole lot more sense. I should suck it, she thought. I WANT to suck it. Her static buzzed, encouraging her to give in.

“Kyle, DON’T!” Max yelled. “Remember who you are. You’re KYLE. You’re not a bimbo or even a GIRL!”

She had been Kyle, at one point. But that seemed like a very, very long time ago, buried under the weight of so much static. Now, she had blossoming curves and flowing hair and heaving, needful titties.

And she was on her knees.

“But I... I really wanna suck it, Max.” Kylie said. “Really wanna suck cock. Wanna suck cock.”

She talked like a bimbo now, babble-purring like a babygirl out of thick, pillow lips. Lips that would fit perfectly around a cock. She could probably get the whole thing down her throat first try. Her head exploded in pleasure, rewarding her for thinking such good thoughts. Her tits and ass and legs and pussy, every part of her transforming body, rippled with heavenly electricity. She was expanding into sexier, funner, cock-sluttier proportions, and it felt amazing. Whatever it was to once be Kyle was drowning in wet heat.

Kylie was going to devour this man’s load, and then probably live with him forever.

“Oh I wanna suck a cock sooooo bad! Wanna big, hot cock in my mouuuth!” She said, opening wide.

Max grabbed her violently by the wrist and tugged. And as badly as Kylie wanted to suck Thomas’ cock, the force at which Max pulled her was an even bigger turn-on. She followed, her naked tits still bouncing around loosely, and they charged through door after door after door, until Kylie found herself being shoved into the passenger seat of her car, and the cock she so badly wanted to suck vanished in the rear-view mirror.

***

“I’m like, reeeally sorry, Max.” Kylie said.

Her brain bubbled and popped and fizzed. It was really hard to remember why, but she knew she had done something bad. Max was trying so hard to stop her transformation, and here he was looking dejected.

“Was I a bad girl?”

“No.” Max said. “You’re fine. You did great, even. You were, um. A good girl.”

Kylie suppressed a moan. Max was like, sooo dreamy, and hearing him call her a good girl made her leak.

She was pretty she was not supposed to think of him that way. Max was like, her friend. And Kylie was supposed to be a dude, a straight dude who liked ass and tits and pussy. But right now, daydreams of Max’s cock danced in her head. He had such a nice, thick one. She was so jealous that the Millers got to suck it.

Pink latex crept in from the edges of Kylie’s dress. She felt it tightening on her body, constricting her, embracing her, and her supple skin gave way to it.

“Fight it.” Max said.

“Yes, Sir.” Kylie answered. “Fighting. Fighting really hard, here.”

More static was building up. Kylie was starting to recognize its patterns. It would grow and grow until it reached a zenith, then its magic would overflow and ripple through her body in another wave of orgasmic changes. It was getting there again soon.

“But, um, Max. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it. You may have to do this on your own.”

Any one of these waves could be the one to break her. To make her love her new bimbo self and kill any lingering drive to stop it. And after that, Kylie worried about how helpful she would be to the cause. No, it wasn’t just that. She was certain she would become an active liability.

“I promise I won’t turn you into a bimbo.” She said.

“Shut up.” Max said. “You’ll make it.”

"We could do it, uuhm. What’s the word? Ethically! Like we can find someone who really wants it!”

The static charge was growing unbearable. It was going to shoot through her again at any moment. Kylie braced herself for it. Max’s arm was the closest thing. She grabbed it by the bicep, then, when it hit her, she squeezed.

“Ooooohhh—!!” Kylie moaned. Gawd, his arm was firm.

Her dress shortened around her thickening thighs, then the whole thing turned latex. Its tight squeeze battled with her expanding proportions, the pressure of which brought its own pleasure to the storm of sensation. The static rippled to her cunt, which pulsed madly, awakening to a new level of heat, becoming slippery and soaked.

In the passenger side mirror, Kylie’s reflection looked nothing like the cute girl from this morning. She had evolved into something far sexier, with fuckable lips and contoured cheeks, with cock hungry eyes and hair that had tied itself into an elaborate bun.

“Fuuuuuuck…” Kylie said, willing her hand away his slab of muscle. “That one was sooo goood, Max.” She giggled. “I think I just came.”

“Kylie. Are you still with me?” Max asked.

“I’m okayyy…” She said, sitting straighter. “I’m good. Just a little frazzled.”

Sure, her pussy was begging to be filled and her mouth seemed to be stuck as a permanent “O,” but she was still herself. She was still Kylie. The static that had just released itself through her, however, was already renewing its charge.

***

“How the hell did you find me.” Tammy said at the entrance to her dorm room, #306 at South Hall.

She was a black haired, skinny girl with piercings and baggy clothes. After all the bimbos they’d met over the past few days, and after becoming one herself, seeing a normal girl who smelt like cigarettes and had bags under her eyes was shocking. To Kylie, she seemed like a foreign creature.

“Socials.” Max said holding up a phone. “You really oughta set your accounts to private. It took us like thirty minutes to find you.”

“Thanks for the tip.” Tammy said dryly. “Well come on in, I guess.”

Max guided Kylie in by the small of her back, and she shivered at his touch. Ever since their encounter with Thomas, he had been acting different around her. He was more protective. When they traversed the campus to find Tammy’s dorm, he never left her side, and his eyes were constantly scanning their surroundings with suspicion. It was hot as fuck.

But right now, as he followed her into Tammy’s room while caressing her lower back, his eyes were on her ass. And that was hot, too. Maybe hotter.

“A little birdy told us you did this…” Max motioned to Kylie, “To your ex-girlfriend Lily.”

In her heels and micro dress, Kylie felt out of place in the messy old dorm room. She picked a place to stand that wasn’t littered with clothes and junk and stepped carefully there.

“Yep.” Tammy said plainly. “She was cheating on me.”

“We heard that, too. With her Professor. Now he’s like this too. And his wife. And their daughter. And so on.”

Tammy shrugged.

“So like… what the fuck!” Kylie blurted.

“The spell goes for ten.” Tammy said.

“Ten.” Max repeated. “Ten what?”

Tammy scoffed. “Ugh. Ten targets. The fertility spell passes from one to the next to the next until it hits ten, then that’s it. But I only cared about Lily and George. If there were a spell that worked on fewer people, I would have used it. But… there wasn’t. So…” She shrugged again.

“You started this to fuck with two people, and the rest are just collateral damage?” Max said with disbelief. “Are you psycho?”

Tammy shrugged again. “Lily was acting like a bimbo so that’s what I turned her into. Pretty funny, right?” She turned to Kylie. “So what number are you?”

Max was already counting his fingers and muttering. “Lily, George and his wife, Vanessa… Then Jasmine, Aiko, Kennedy… Then Paige, then… you.” He looked at Kylie with that intense gaze that made her just want to gush. “Nine. You’re nine, Kylie.”

“Congrats.” Tammy said. “Must have happened quick for you. It picks up speed as it goes. The last one’s supposed to be pretty much instant.”

“Reverse it.” Max ordered.

“No. Reversing it means reversing all of them. And like I said. Fuck that skank and that Professor bastard.”

“Reverse it or I’ll call the fucking police!” Max yelled.

Tammy guffawed. “The police?? The fuck do you think the police are gonna do about a magic fucking spell?”

The stale dorm air fell silent. Tammy had them cornered. This stupid girl with no ass or tits, with pasty skin and split ends and thin lips, had all the cards. She was the only one with the power to stop this. It’s not Kylie could ever hope to figure out a magic spell. The only thing she’d be good for soon was fucking, sucking, and looking hot.

Then Kylie giggled madly. Because that wasn’t entirely true.

"The fuck is so funny, bimbo?”

The idea was a stroke of genius, really. She was immensely proud coming up with it, what with all the funny clouds of static in her head and the juice leaking incessantly out of her pussy.

“Don’t you see what’s happening to me?” Kylie said.

As if on cue, her dress tightened again, and a tall oval window opened over her stomach and chest. Her cleavage strained against itself, ballooning bigger, and on her naval, a small silver stud appeared. Kylie's knees wobbled and she swayed, bracing herself against the small orgasm. Then, she stared down Tammy.

“I’m like, almost done. I’m almost full bimbo. Next time it hits me I’m like, gonna be bimbo for real.”

“So what?” Tammy asked.

Kylie licked her lips. “Then… I get to pass it on. Did you say it’s gonna be instant? Oh maaan, that’s gonna be REALLY intense. Take it from me! I hope you’re ready.”

From the sidelines, Max wore a face of awe. He turned back to Tammy and waited for her response with unmasked anticipation.

“Well, shit.” Tammy said.

***

They waited in Tammy’s dorm room while she gathered the necessary components. The reversal spell required basil of all things, so Tammy had to go the grocery store. The good one, apparently, five minutes out of town, that carried fresh herbs.

“So I guess she’s like, an actual fucking witch?” Max said.

Tammy’s spell book sat on the floor, open to the incantation that would hopefully return Kylie and Paige to their original selves.

“Uh huh…”

Kylie wasn’t really listening. In the wake of her big, beautiful, bimbo idea, her body was more super-charged than ever. Excitement was bad for her, and she had just given herself a heaping dose of it. I sealed my own fate, she thought, the irony of it feeling ridiculously silly.

The static had become an immense field of pressure, one so charged that even the slightest bit of stimulation might push her over the edge. She sat next to Max on Tammy’s bed, afraid to move another inch.

’m on a BED with a MAN, she thought, resisting the urge to lie down and put her feet behind her ears.

“Just a little longer.” Max said, noticing Kylie’s tension.

His eyes, however, were down on her tits, where her dress’ boob window boasted their ample allure. This was far from Max’s first glance there today, but Kylie noted that he wasn’t averting his eyes the way he used to. Her heart pounded, pushing static through her veins.

They were on a bed together. And they had time.

Was Max thinking the same thing? Was he thinking about how easy it would be to fuck Kylie stupid while they waited for Tammy to return? Was he wishing he could tear off the scant remnants of her nylon dress and ravish her hot little twat? Did he want to pound her with that thick cock of his?

Fuck. She was on the edge. She closed her eyes, but in the darkness she saw only depravity. She saw Jasmine’s pink cunt, and her thick Black thighs jiggling joyfully around a cock. She saw Paige pinned against the wall, screaming with delight at being entered by another man. And she saw Georgia sucking Max’s heavy load out of her bimbo wife’s mouth.

Get yourself together, you fucking bimbo slut. Kylie scolded herself. You don’t want this.

But another part of Kylie nagged at her. If Tammy really was going to reverse the spell soon, this would be her last chance to know what it felt like to get FUCKED by a BIG, HARD, COCK.

At that, her pussy began to spasm.

“Annnhh!” She moaned.

“Kylie!”

“I’m sorry Max…” She whispered with the last ounce of her willpower. “I’m gonna turn. Ooh, fuck, I’m gonna turn so fucking slutty. I’m sorry. I can’t— Ah! Hold back! Just make sure she.. nnghh.. reverses the spell! Promise!!”

“I promise.” Max said gently. “She’s going to reverse it.”

And with nothing but the best intentions, he put his hand on her bare knee.

At his touch, Kylie exploded in pleasure. She arched her back and squealed. With a jolt, Max drew his hand away, but it was too late. She gripped the bedsheets with fresh, sharp acrylic nails, and the pleasure shot through her arms to her shoulders to her tits.

Her pathetic little dress, useless against her ungovernable tits and ass, tore into shreds of iridescent confetti. Her thong snapped open, flinging from her hips and landing across the room.

Fuuuuck!!! Kylie thought. She thrashed in violent, naked ecstasy. It feels good. It feels so FUCKING good.

The hot throbbing in her tits reached her nipples, which widened and lengthened to heavy pink nubs that roiled with pleasure. Her cunt quivered and trembled, her pussy lips becoming puffy, perfect, and pillowy. The willowy tuft of hair there receded, tightening up into a trim, pristine landing strip. And on her feet, her heels extended into tall, sharp stilettos.

“Kylie, shit— are you okay?!”

“Yes!” Kylie moaned. From her stilettos, black stockings crawled up her legs, slowly and sublimely, to her milky thighs. “Yes! Yes! Yeeesss!!”

The pleasure was in her head now, a swirling storm of joy that destroyed any remaining doubt or fear that may have resided there. Kylie was more than okay. She was perfect. She was becoming perfect. How could she NOT love it?

It subsided as quickly as her came, leaving her lying there, a puddle of sweat and skin, in the bed. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in the air, and took heaping handfuls of her tits.

“Oooh my gaaawwwdddd…” She moaned. “Oooh fuck, that was incredible.”

“Kylie— okay— Christ. That was intense.”

Kylie pulled herself upright and smiled slyly at him. He was so fucking cute, with that dark messy mop of hair. It was adorable how concerned he looked. Didn’t he know there was nothing to be concerned about?

“Mmmhmm.” Kylie agreed. “Sooo intense.” She sidled up close to him, and, hovering her mouth close to his, she cooed. “Oh baby, I’m SO ready to fuck, now.”

Kissing him was easy. He gave little resistance, partially due to his shock, but mostly because Kylie was the hottest, most fuckable piece of ass on the planet. Who wouldn’t want a piece of her?

Between kisses, Max tried feebly to stop it. “Fuuck— mmph— Kylie wait. We shouldn’t be— mmph— doing this—”

But Kylie attacked his open mouth with more gusto, emboldened by the erection pushing against her. The emptiness in her abdomen was a burning void now, and nothing would stop her from getting that cock in her pussy. She’d denied herself for far too long. And for what? This is what she was made for.

She swung a stockinged leg over his lap and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoving her huge fucking tits in his face. Max, the good boy that he was, learned quickly. When her hard, needy nipple brushed his lips, he began to suck it.

"Oooh fuck, baby, that’s good.” Kylie moaned, grinding her cunt on his crotch as he sucked harder. “Just like that. Suck my fat, fucking bimbo tits.

“Fuck it.” Max grunted. “She’s gonna fix you. And then we’ll— fuck, we’ll deal with this then.”

One of his hands took a handful of her ass. The other pawed clumsily at his belt. Kylie’s lust surged and flared. She never felt so fucking powerful before. The poor guy was DESPERATE to fuck her. How had she not seen it sooner?

But Kylie was desperate too. When Max’s cock sprung free, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She impaled herself, sliding down, down, doooooown its long length, until she was filled completely. And she learned a very, very important lesson. She may be a hot-as-fuck bimbo, but a COCK was a COCK.

Her task complete, the sultry confidence melted out of her, and Kylie sighed, happy.

“Dadddyyyy….!”

Her short-lived moment of empowerment was over. Her man, her Daddy, could take it from here. It was the greatest moments of Kylie’s brand new life.

***

“Mmm, Max, I had no idea you fucked like such a fucking STUD.” Kylie told him in the afterglow.

And it wasn’t a lie. It turned out that Max was more than a sharp board game player. Her former-friend-turned-Daddy had performed admirably, fucking at least three juicy orgasms out of Kylie’s new bimbo cunt.

But Max wasn’t in the mood for her compliments. He groaned with his head in his hands. “Things are gonna be so weird.” He said dejectedly.

Kyle traced an acrylic nail over his chest. “Oh come oooon, baby. Don’t tell me you still want me to go back to how I was? Not after getting a taste of me?”

“Kylie— Kyle. Of course! You’re not in your right mind right now, but you want that too.”

Kylie didn’t. How could she? Being bimbo, getting FUCKED, was the absolute best. And she STILL hadn’t had a chance to suck a cock yet. She wondered when Max’s sulky post-nut conscience would fade and she could seduce him into acting like a Daddy again.

“Just trust me. Please.” Max said. “Remember what you said? You made me promise to fix this.”

But that was a lifetime ago. That was before Kylie experienced the mind-melting pleasure of her final transformation. More importantly, it was before she knew what cock felt like, what it felt like to submit to the primal, feminine sensation of being filled. What it felt like to submit to a man’s passions. 

And there were so many OTHER things she wanted to try, too! Paige and Kennedy and all the other bimbos would be back at Vidalia Lane having the sluttiest time, and they were waiting for her.

There was only one way to convince Max of her perspective. The temptation had been there ever since her transformation finished, and the longer Kylie waited, the better of an idea it seemed. Max wouldn’t mind, in the end. In fact, the new Max would surely <i>thank</i>. Eagerly, and vigorously. 

Of course, she’d be breaking a promise. Kylie had expressly stated that she wouldn’t do this. And at the time, she meant it with all her hearts But what else could Kylie do?

She had a changed mind.

She put her mouth to Max’s ear. A static charge tingled at her lips, begging for release. Her heart pounded. This was naughty. This was so fucking naughty.

“Hey, Maaaaax!” She sang, imagining what Max’s brand new body would be like. She’d already fucked him as a man. She couldn’t wait to taste her bimbo pussy. 

With Max’s last sober thought, he yelled, “No!!” But then Kylie spoke the words, letting the static free for the tenth and final time. It overtook him, and he began to change. 

EPILOGUE

The girls at the door were very, very shiny. Again.

Lisa and her girlfriend Dawn shared in wordless befuddlement. What in the absolute fuck was going on? When the young queer couple moved out of the city to Vidalia Lane, these were not the kind of neighbors they had been expecting.

First there were the three ridiculously proportioned, absurdly fragrant bimbos occupying the house to their right. Lisa and Dawn met them the day they moved in. Kennedy, Aiko, and Jasmine, each of them sluttier and more lascivious than the next, had shown up at their door to introduce themselves.

It caused a fight. The jealous Dawn, bless her heart, caught Lisa looking for a little too long at Aiko’s tits in that stringy little top of hers. It had taken a whole two days to dig herself out of that hole, but now that they were back to normal, Lisa suggested they seek out their other neighbors. She considered it a palette cleanser to that unfortunate saga.

So it was just Lisa’s luck that the house to the left was also occupied by simmering sex bombs. This time, Lisa took extra care not to linger on any one for too long. She scanned them, carefully and quickly.

Paige, the supple strawberry blonde with heavy wavy curls, took a long sip out of a frosty, tall glass. Between sips, she would lick her lips with her glistening red tongue, savoring every bit of sticky flavor she could find.

The earthy Maxi, whose olive skin was wrapped tightly in spandex that left little of her naked shape to the imagination, carried a quiet, reserved, lust. A glossy mane of black hair fell down to her shapely, toned ass, and she stared her guests down through deep brown eyes. When Lisa met her gaze, the bimbo’s mouth turned upwards in the smallest of smiles.

And then there was sultry Kylie, whose brunette hair was tied into an effortless, elaborate bun that trailed loose strands down the sides of her face. She was slender and pale, and she wore a tight, black mini-dress and stockings. Her wrists and ears sparkled with silver jewelry, and on her naval Lisa saw the outline of a piercing against her dress.

All three of them had pairs of tits that made Lisa’s back hurt just from standing near them.

“Please, please, come iiin!” Kylie invited.

“No— that’s okay.” Dawn interjected. “We just wanted to introduce ourselves. So. We did that. Yeah.”

“Nonseeeense!” Kylie said. “Do you guys like games?? We LOVE games here!”

“Thanks, but, no thanks. I mean, games are great, but. We really should go.” Lisa stammered.

The bimbos looked out at them with matching, hungry smiles. Kylie and Paige flanked the couple, so that the scents of strawberry cream and floral perfume bore down on them from both sides.

Maxi handed Kylie a book, an old leather thing with weathered, papery pages. It was open to a page splattered with watery, pink ink.

“You’re not going anywhere, yet.” Kylie purred. She slipped one arm around Dawn’s waist and held the book up with the other. “We just got our hands on a really fun game. Well. We kiiiinda stole it, but that’s not important. The point is, we want to play it with you. In fact, we want to get the whoooole lane involved!”

“No thanks.” Dawn said, trying wriggle out from Kylie’s grip. But the bimbo was stronger than she looked, and she held Dawn firm.

“Seriously. Let go, you fucking skank!” Dawn yelled.

Lisa could only watch as Kylie pulled her struggling girlfriend close, then whisper something into her ear. For a moment it almost looked like Kylie’s open book was glowing, but it wasn’t the book that had Lisa’s attention. Instead, she watched Dawn, her prickly and argumentative girlfriend, become still.

A sudden and soft passivity fell over her face, and Dawn listened, uncharacteristically, to whatever it was that Kylie said.