Mary Jean leaned up against the wooden fencepost, watching as the sun went down, turning the sky blood red, the fields of grain gently waving in the western breeze.

“Another day on the farm,” she said as she looked at the empty two-lane highway that fronted onto the farm. It was always empty, ever since the interstate had come in, which meant that Mary didn’t even have the fun of watching the cars go by. “Should have gone to college like everyone else,” Mary said to herself. But no, she was staying behind to run the family farm, and here she was, watching an empty highway, hoping something would happen other than spending her days watching the grain grow.

And it’s not like I don’t look good, Mary thought. She had a good body, firm, upthrusting tits, and nicely muscled legs and hips, the effect of days spent tending the farm and riding her horse… but it wasn’t like there was anyone around that she really wanted. No, she wanted the kind of sexy fun that you got in the big cities. The kind of clubs she saw on the net or TV specials, where you could go out, party, fuck until morning, and then do it all again.

But that wasn’t for her. No, Mary just had to have her nighttime fun with her very special collection of sex toys while trying not to sound jealous when her friends called her from the big city.

And they had the gall to congratulate Mary for keeping hold of “her farm.”

While she was thinking, she watched the lower edge of the sun touch the horizon. It’d be dark soon, time for her to get inside for yet another night of “watching the boob tube.”

But as she turned to walk back to the farmhouse, Mary felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

“Who’s messaging me now?” Mary thought. She pulled the phone out ran her finger over the touch screen, and unlocked it.

Flashing on the screen was a text from one of her old friends, Marcie.

Marcie? Hell, I haven’t heard from Marcie for years. I wonder what’s going on with her? Marcie hadn’t exactly been ultra-popular when they’d been in town together, more concerned with her books than actually getting to know each other. In fact, Mary had figured that when Marcie left town, that’d be it, and she’d never hear from the woman again.

But no, here she was, and her icon was a flashing…  it was of big-titted woman?

“Well, that’s not like Marcie,” Mary said to herself as she read the text. The wording was also flashing pink, like some bimbo alert system.

“Hi!” the text read. “Like, can I talk to you? I’ve got something really neat to share.”

“That cannot be Marcie,” Mary said and then noticed that the contact information had been updated. It was now Marci. With an “I”. This has got to be some kind of joke, Mary thought as she raised the phone up and touched the call symbol. She’d find out soon enough.

The phone rang for several minutes, and just as Mary was about to break the connection, someone answered.

It wasn’t Marci.

“Hi! I’m Ali!” the girl on the other end chirped, sounding like some sort of brainless bimbo. Mary felt her IQ dropping as she listened to her. “Marci is, like, you know, really busy right now.” She paused and giggled. “It’s really impolite to talk with your mouth full. Can I, um, take a message?”

“I got a text from Marci,” Mary said, mentally changing her name from Marcie to Marci. Because anyone who had friends like Ali was certainly a Marci.

On the other hand, they seem to be having a lot more fun… Mary had a feeling that neither Marci nor Ali spent their days watching the sun go down and hoping that their day’s boredom would be broken by seeing a car on a highway.

“Oh! You’re like one of Marci’s friends!” Then Ali broke off into giggling and a muffled demand for “Tim” to stop distracting her. “I, uh, oohhh…” she continued, her voice getting breathier. “She, um, wanted you to try a new app that she said would make you, like, totally happy.”

“Really,” Mary drawled out. “How would it make me happy?”

“Oh, um, it’d like, make it easier for you to make friends. I mean, like, Tim…” her voice trailed off into another series of panting moans. “He’s like, uh…really…ah! Gawd…”

“So this app will let you make friends?” Mary said while considering blocking Marci in the future. She’d clearly discovered something in the water in the big city that made you get, well silly.

“Even better than that, it’ll make you able to get a lot of friends!” Suddenly there was a loud bumping sound and Ali telling Tim to “fuck me harder!” and then the phone went dead.

Okay, that was weird, Mary thought. Then she noticed there was a notification that there was another message waiting for her. She tapped it and stared at it as the phone’s entire screen turned pink.

Really, really, pink. On it was a single button with a single word on it:

BIMBOGIRLS

*****

Mary stared at the button for several minutes, tempted to just delete the message.

But on the other hand, Ali had sounded really happy, to say nothing of obviously having an attentive boyfriend. And hadn’t she been grousing about not having one of those?

It’s probably some sort of idiotic dating app… Mary thought to herself. Ali and Marci probably got about ten cents for everyone who signed up for it. Hell, the guy was probably just sitting in a chair across the room, making grunting noises while playing an MMO before he and Ali decided to see how much money they’d made off the day’s crop of idiots who signed into the app.

I bet it offers you a lot of chances to date someone, but you’re better if you sign up for the premium plan and then have to give them your credit card number—or maybe they have some special perfumes that are guaranteed to give you all the sex you want, for a low, low payment…

Mary paused, hovering her finger over the delete button for the message. It’d probably be safer. After all, it could also be a virus. That might even be the reason she didn’t talk to Marci, because Marci wasn’t there, just someone with a hacked phone, going through her entire contacts list.

Yeah, it would be smarter.

But on the other hand, how long had it been since she had a date, never mind sex? All alone here on the farm except for some farmhands, and it wasn’t exactly proper to fuck people who worked for her on the farm.

“I’ll decide when I get back to the house,” Mary finally said to herself, sticking the phone into her pocket as she started to walk up the long driveway to the ranch house she called home.

By the time she got to the front door, she’d almost decided to just ignore the app… but then she opened the door, looked into the empty, silent house, and turned around to see her face in the big mirror that sat on the wall next to the door.

Good looking, nice body, dark blond hair, blue eyes staring out of a lightly freckled face…

And all alone.

“I… Oh, what the hell,” Mary finally said. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

I get all of my bank accounts looted, a little voice said.

“That’s what account protection is for,” she told the little voice. Besides, where has being responsible gotten me?

*****

Striding to the living room, Mary pulled out the phone, the screen still pulsing with its odd pink color. It was really a soothing color. Made her happy. Made her calm… A single touch of her finger called up a new screen, this one with text on it.

Bimbogirls is the app for those women who feel left out, abandoned, who always come home to a lonely room…

“Well, that’s me,” Mary muttered. The flickering images around the letters were interesting and seemed to keep pulling her eyes to them.

Are you tired of always being professional-looking? Always being told that you look “proper” instead of looking like you are into FUN? Maybe you need to take advantage of our FREE app. Using advanced biofeedback technology, we can help you get the kind of body and attitude that you need to STRUT YOUR STUFF!

“I’ll be strutting my stuff to an empty room,” Mary muttered. “Not much here about finding a guy…”

If you are dissatisfied with our free offer at any point up until 30 days after taking it, you can revert all changes, but we’re confident you’ll decide you like the NEW YOU!

Right below that, there was a little button.

AGREE.

Mary looked at the button. The pink light seemed to play over her face, almost like the button was looking at her. Mary giggled, the sound oddly girlish, and just reached out and stabbed the button.

Besides, if Marci was having fun, maybe it would work for Mary. If she didn’t like it, she could always “revert all changes.” Mary took one last look at the living room, the empty room. Then, without any hesitation, she pressed the button.

“I agree,” she said. Then, the entire screen pulsed with a bright pink light, filling the room with its oddly comforting illumination.

“Thank you for accepting!” a chipper female voice said from the speakers. “This will, like, be the best decision you ever made! Trust me, I made it, and today, everyone loves Marci!”

Marci sounded happy. Dumb, but happy.

Suddenly, a beam of pink light flew out and scanned Mary like some crazy bimbo laser.

“Okay!” Marci’s voice said happily.”Now we’ve scanned your body and will be determining which one of our proprietary changes will best suit you!”

Mary sighed. Now came the scam.

“Hi Mary!. You’re 23, weigh 125, stand at 5’8…” There was a pause as the light flashed again. “Well, you’re skinny for your age, but don’t worry, pretty soon you’ll have the best boobs and ass in the county!”

What?!

“So, we’ve examined your body type, and now it’s time for the great changes! Are you ready to become the kind of bimbo that will have fun?”

“I—”

“Let’s go!” Suddenly, a much larger beam came from her phone, bathing Mary in a shimmering pink light. Mary squealed, actually squealed in pleasure, feeling how the light was caressing her body like some wonderful lover. Then she could feel it penetrating through her clothes, right down to her bones.

“Oh, yessss…” Mary’s purr echoed through the room. It felt soooo good.

“Now that your body is nice and relaxed, it’s time to start letting the inner you out!” Marci’s voice filled the room.

“Yeah…” Mary said as she suddenly felt a strange warmth start to grow in her body, and then… Mary started to change.

Mary felt her hair start to glow, getting heavier and thicker. She’d always been proud of her blond hair, but now, as she looked over at the mirror, she saw it turn into a fucking golden torrent. The kind of hair that you’d spend years tending, and now it was just there, dark golden curls tumbling down her back.

Mary loved it. She ran her hands through the hair, crooning at the way it felt, at the way it seemed to be alive.

But that wasn’t the only thing happening to her body. Mary felt her tits becoming heavier and larger. She wasn’t small, but now they were growing, pressing her checkered shirt out, growing gaps between the buttons showing off her skin, the light dusting of freckles across her heaving tits moving as she breathed in deeply, loving the way her tits were just growing and becoming these wonderful, sensitive, globular orbs. Mary reached up and started to undo her shirt, the buttons tight with the straining tit-flesh under them. Then she had it off and was tossing it to the ground before reaching up and trying to get her increasingly tight bra off.

Growling with the effort, Mary managed to get the clasp undone, and then her bra practically flew off. She looked over to the living room mirror and gasped with delight at how her broad, heavy tits stood out from her chest, bigger than anything she’d ever seen before. Their nipples were thick and stiff, surrounded by the darker areolas. Mary reached up and ran her hands over them, cooing at the incredible feeling before lightly twisting her nipples between her fingers. Her squeal from that was almost supersonic.

But her tits weren’t the only thing that was changing. The pink light went down her body, and now Mary felt her hips growing, changing, her jeans getting tighter and tighter, and the feeling was such an incredible turn-on. She undid her buttons, noting in passing that her pants were fucking soaked with her juices, pulling them off, loving the way her broad, curving hips were tight against her pants and the way the fabric rubbed her ass as she pulled them down. Then Mary pulled off her panties, the sodden fabric almost making her cum as she pulled it off of her dripping pussy. She tossed it to the side with a giggle.

Bimbogirls. Mary’s thoughts were happy and pink. It makes girls into, like, really happy, big-titted bimbos!

And she loved the feeling. She stood up and looked at the mirror, taking in her changes, from the way her blond hair now stopped just above her big tits to how her hips curved out, framing her pussy in an invitation for any big-cocked man to come and try her. She turned around, bent over, hands on her knees, and wiggled her ass at the mirror, loving the way her motion had set her big jugs to swaying.

“Oh…fuck…” Mary’s happy moan echoed through the room.

Then there was a beep from the phone, and she walked over to it, staring down before she picked it up, staring at the lettering on the screen. In passing, Mary noticed that her fingernails were pink now, like she’d had some really great work done on them. They looked cute. Mary decided right there and then to always have her fingernails pink. They were just so hot!

Then, she read the words on the screen.

“Remember, you can revert the changes up to one month after you try Bimbogirls!” Mary giggled. Why would she go and revert the changes? She was a big-titted bimbo fucking machine now. “But before you decide, go out and have fun and find out why bimbos always look happy!”

Got that right! Mary turned, ignoring her clothes, and strutted out of the room. She had to get some proper clothes, and she knew exactly who to find to fuck.

After all, farmhands deserved to have fun, didn’t they?