Jen normally had mixed feelings about her popularity. Being born well after her family had already established themselves as super-celebrities, her entire life had been under a spotlight from day one. It had been infinitely worse in NYC where the American Hero Project was based, with her parents outright hiring paparazzi for when she would go out for a quick bite to eat or just trying to relax on a family vacation, every public appearance curated by their PR team. Until she ran away to Rapid Rivers and had lived in town for a few years, Jen hadn't realized just how much of her life she had been forced to share with the world.

It was one of the things she liked most about Rapid Rivers. She wasn't completely oblivious to the public scrutiny she was still under but the level of attention was so inoffensive it drifted into white noise as she went about her business.

There was still the occasional paparazzi but with her parents no doubt terrified of any footage of her dealing with the usual Rapid Rivers strangeness, and the public less interested in bothering her and more interested in enjoying the beautiful weather, Jen finally got to enjoy perfectly normal activities like flying to her favorite coffee joint by the beach to enjoy the only place in town that had real bagels.

It also meant that the vibrations of pleasure echoing through her body as she walked up and down a pretend stage near the shoe section of Bimbo Kiss to strike a pose to the delight of the curvaceous crowd wasn't her usual response to being photographed.

"Oh my god! M.M. over here!"

"Babe you're so hot yesss!"

"I can't believe she's here! Is she… is she checking out my titties?"

"Girls. Girls! Behave."

The latter statement came from Lucy, who was trying to keep her employees and a few of the other bimbo customers from crowding her. Not that Jen minded, she had definitely been checking out that girl's rack, it was hard to avoid it considering everyone was showing massive amounts of titillating tit flesh. It really shouldn't surprise her considering of course everyone in The Bimbo's Kiss was a busty, bubbly babes, sending her thoughts into a very naughty area.

I better behave too. A little internal giggle threatening to escape as she turned and went back to the pile of clothes and shoes that Lucy had gathered, a deep breath making her feel a little light headed as her senses were flooded by the sweet scent of strawberries.

It was the surest sign that Bimbette was responsible for the outbreak of T&A in the store in some manner, but Jen was finding her concern about it being slowly melted away. It might have to do something with her having tried on a pair of heels and almost cumming just from comfort. The 6-inch platforms were the best shoes she'd ever worn, giving Jen a professional porn strut she was in no way practiced at. It could also be how when Lucy started bringing over shirts and skirts and bras.

She had thought Pink4U had been the perfect fit for her enhanced breasts? Her girls had never been cozier or perkier in a Bimbo Kiss bustier, everything fit so perfectly Jen could rationalize away the little tingle the clothing kept leaving on her skin long after she took it off.

Jen knew something in the air was making her extra giggly, but she felt worry slip away considering unlike some of the other LoV girls she didn't have any real way to stop Bimbette's aura. She had an idea of what was going to happen the instant they walked into The Bimbo's Kiss and the fact that the worst thing she was currently suffering from was putting a little extra shimmy in her step, all the bountiful flesh on display from the girls around her having her licking her lips in arousal?

Why should she care when instead she could enjoy the tiny thrums of pleasure jolting up her spine with every tap of her new heels. She had already waved away thoughts of if they were cursed or enchanted or whatever considering she had always wanted to feel comfortable in super high-heels and her feet weren't just cozy but indulging in sumptuous comfort.

It wasn't just the shoes either, as Jen stripped off the shirt to the delight of the crowd, giving her titties a little extra jiggle to the sound of aroused giggling. Looking down though, she frowned a bit as something looked… off. It might have been pushed up a bit from her bra but her breasts did look just a little extra full…

"Now these shoes are exactly what you're looking for, you'll absolutely love them."

Jen looked up as she set her hands about undoing the buckles of the high heels she already had on, eyes settling on a pair of red pleather thigh highs being held right below a bust that was impossible to ignore. Even if she was chestier than she was a few weeks ago, she didn't come close to Lucy in that regard… although with the crazy high stiletto of the heels in her hand she'd have an even better view of her favorite feature of the woman, unconsciously licking her lips as she took in all the other bombshell bimbo breasts on display around her.

The bigger the better.

Jen giggled as she took the offered shoes, the leather soft and warm to the touch, feeling pleasure slink up her arm as she slowly unfurled them. What did it matter if her breasts were a bit bigger than they were when she came into the store when it also meant they were even more perfect?

"Oh! I know like, the preem dress for those!" One of the bimbo employees began to excitedly shimmy her way out of the crowd, her full pink latex body-suit not all that different from the Doll outfits from B-day. If anything though it made her blend in with the crowd, every employee seemed to have their bodies stretching the limits of the barely uniform club or fetish wear they were wearing. It was making it hard for Jen to concentrate since they were all just so sexy, and ever since B-day she was just so aware of other women.

At least she didn't have to work through complex problems like emotions and friendships when it came to the crowd around her. That's what bimbos were for after all, an intrinsic truth that seemed to just slip and slither up from where her skin was touching the warm leather of the red heels to between her legs, solidified as Lucy bent down to help her fit and zip them up.

"Mmm.… you have great legs Ms. Powers." Jen's agreement to Lucy's sly grin was lost as she moaned a little at the delicate hands working her calves as they made sure the boots fit. She blushed a little bit, having the MILF-y bimbo so close to the heat building up inside her was making her sharply inhale, her lungs filling with the strawberry perfume that was inviting her to take another sniff, let Lucy's hands linger a little longer, stare longingly at the straining latex of her cleavage…

Jen released a nervous giggle as she mentally swatted at the cotton candy fluff starting to fill her mind as an employee walked up. Tina, going by the name tag handily placed by her massive cleavage, tapped Lucy on the shoulder while looking over at Jen and throwing her the same little wave, wink, and giggle she'd gotten from the rest of the girls.

Lucy looked up, shooting an apologetic look at Jen before standing up and pulling Tina aside. Jen didn't mind, it gave her a moment to relax her heartbeat as she stretched her toes in the luxuriously tight boots and admire the dark red leather against her pale thigh, missing out on the annoyed grimace crossing Lucy's face when the bimbo stood up to shoo Tina away to speak in hushed tones.

“What!?" Lucy was feeling plenty proud of herself, having easily manipulated Jen into trying on plenty of Bimbo Kiss products and the young heroine's arousal was obvious to anyone looking for it. Nothing too crazy, nothing that would certainly draw attention to her little operation from the local superhero group… So long as Miracle Maiden left happy, horny, but not as changed as some of their products could have made her. She didn't need this interruption as she yelled in hushed tones at her employee.

"Oh! Well Miss Lucy…" Tina's murmured voice trailed off as she drooled over the topless heroine standing up on the high stiletto heels easily, her nipples clearly tenting the pink cotton of her shirt as she lost her train of thought before Lucy smacked her on the arm. "Ow! Umm… So you know how you always want to let you know when a customer comes across one of your specials?"

Lucy nodded in annoyance as she turned fully to face Tina. She didn't want to alert her golden goose as to why she sometimes wanted special products that would drive their victim into mindless, pliable bimbo bliss, but that meant that when she wasn't there to pick them up, her less-than-intelligent staff sometimes piled them in with regular stock or if they forgot their gloves (again) were found in the back room orgasming. It was part of the reason she was working so hard to keep Jennifer away from the shelves, although clearly she'd have to do another floor check… she'd already taken a dress off the rack that never should have left her office.

"And!?"

"Like umm… I gave her one of our toy bags and directed her to the dressing room? She was already super cute so I bet she's a hottie now playing with herself and getting her slutty pussy so fucking full-"

Lucy snapped her fingers in front of the bimbo as she began to trail off, her own breath starting to become heavier as her imagination started to create a horny little slut, spread out in her dressing room and cumming over and over again as her body became even sexier- Lucy shook the thoughts out of her head, unlike the rest of her employees she knew how to control herself and didn't get lost in bimbo daydreams out on the floor. Unlike her it took a moment for Tina to come back down from wherever she was planning on heading, her eyes obviously gliding past Lucy to Jennifer behind her as Lucy reached out a hand to grab her roughly by the cheeks.

"Is. She. In. The. Dressing. Rooms?" "Mmhmmm!" Lucy sighed as she released Tina. She doubted whichever girl was unlucky enough to get trapped by one of her special products would be leaving the dressing area anytime soon, especially if she had a toy handy. It just meant she had to make sure that Miracle Maiden left sooner rather than later, and she'd already spent too much time distracted by one of her bimbo employees rather than handling the problem at hand, resolving to hunt down the rest of the dangerous items no doubt scattered around the department store to avoid another situation.

"Like here you go M.M.! This is totally perfect!" Lucy flinched as she turned around, time slowing down as she took in the sight of Ling handing over a red leather bandage dress to Jennifer. The latex bodysuit bimbo had spent some time in her office for "punishment" which is where she must have seen the dress and somehow her brain managed to remember it. Unfortunately, her hands were also gloved like most of her staff to avoid the most transformative of the things in The Bimbo's Kiss, so she was the worst possible person handing over the worst possible item to the worst possible victim.

Lucy barely started her warning before Jennifer touched the dress, a stunned and stupefied look crossing her face as one of the bandages seemed to come alive, splitting from the dress and gliding up and over her arm as the rest of it followed suit. Lucy groaned as that confusion was the last non-bimbo thought she'd have as the dress slid itself up and inside her bra and the skirt and panties she still wore, slicing them off like they were butter as it began to squeeze and contract.

Jen's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came, and she was still trying to process what was happening before another orgasm ripped away even that momentary attempt at focus. Despite her super-strength, her body was held tight by the red leather straps as they criss-crossed her body and pinned her arms to her side as they compressed another orgasm out of her. She could almost feel her titties and hips seem to swell out in response as the dress seemed to start to release her before squeezing her again, her body twitching as she came again and again.

She was unaware of Lucy shooing her employees away, berating the one who had handed her the outfit, all of her senses hyper-focused on the pleasure being constricted into her brain and body as the constantly moving leather ribbons continued to massage her to another orgasm. She could feel her mind and thoughts slipping out into the ether as the tight restriction expanded, but all that meant was there was even more room in her brain to enjoy the ecstasy of another squeeze as she tried to focus.

It was hard, despite the feeling of her titties being squeezed as flat as possible, there was acres of cleavage underneath her, Jen's hips wiggling in response as she willed for more. The dress responded and delivered, burgeoning bimbo breasts shuddering as they were squeezed and released, the extra flesh being added obvious when she looked at it and leaving her brain with a singular mushy thought.

Bigger is better.

Jen felt herself orgasm again as she let it take away even that thought, letting it pump bimbo bliss into her body and mind with its rhythmic contractions until it was the only thing inside her, oblivious to the nervous, nail nibbling boss of The Bimbo's Kiss above her…

* * * * *

The heavy metal door clicked behind Chloe with a solid thud, all but silencing the music to an indiscernible hum matching the sound of the industrial lights and breaker panels running the store. It was very quiet and solitary in the backroom, with racks upon racks of clothing and shelves of all kinds of beauty products and toys ready to be pulled out onto the floor. The storage area was surprisingly clean and professional despite its contents and caretakers, with the hum of machinery and electronics and another sound she just couldn't quite place reverberating on the concrete walls. Some of it was coming from a well-lit hallway leading deeper into the building, and Chloe knew just what she needed to do.

With the privacy available she didn't hold back her moan of pleasure as she sank to the ground, one hand slipping underneath her skirt to play with her horny clit, the other slipping up her chest to pull a puffy aroused nipple as she gave into her body's needs.

There was a part of her that knew that she shouldn't, but it was losing the argument against the very convincing part of her that was eagerly thumbing her bimbo clitty as she slipped three fingers inside her bimbo honey pot. Sparks of lust and tingles of energy vibrated over her lower body as her crotchless panties squeezed in all the right places, leaving her most sensitive spots exposed and ready for slutty bimbo fun and a desire to be filled.

A desire Chloe couldn't resist… didn't want to resist as her hips angled so her fingers could curl and-

"Ohhh fuck!"

She'd never been this wet before as she adjusted her body on the floor, fingers pumping in time with every pull on her chest and sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She had been so close just a minute before with Tina and now she surrendered her body to the pleasure, letting her naughty little bimbo pussy take all it could get.

"Yes yes yes! Oh god, I love it! So greedy… so horny… more." Her disobedient mouth couldn't stop itself from releasing her body's hidden lusts as she mercilessly played with herself, sparks of ecstasy dancing straight from her clit into her brain, Chloe moaning again in arousal at all the trouble that could cause and not caring a bit, her hips humping away as she ruthlessly pulled at an overly sensitive nipple right as her fingers again curled to find that perfect spot.

Chloe's body shuddered at the force of the orgasm, sparks turning into lightning as she spasmed on the floor of the store's backroom. She couldn't think, couldn't keep her hands from continuously playing with her most sensitive bits as a loud groan was torn from her throat. Half-forgotten memories of her and Marcus, when he fucked her bimbo body into a dumb submissive pile of curves and lust rose up and crested along with her, driving back everything besides the pleasure.

Chloe came like a bimbo, lost in ecstasy as she felt her new perfect panties squeeze and send a matching pulse of heat straight from her pussy right into her brain. She squealed and writhed as another bimbo-orgasm was set off, leaving her a panting and drooling mess, her brain white and pink and empty before she finally came down… Just for her new panties to send a shivering sensation that they weren't done with her yet.

Slipping her hand into the bag, it didn't take long to find a familiar shape of a dildo, the pink rubber phallus feeling slick yet smooth and smelling of strawberries. The smell made her light headed… or that could have been the orgasms, the deliciously irresistible orgasms that were killing off brain cells so they could be replaced by even more pleasure receptors. Between the two, Chloe already knew which one she preferred as she suctioned the toy to the cement floor, knees scraping carelessly on the hard floor as she adjusted and sank and-

"Oh!" She had meant to slip it into her slutty fuckhole but had missed, instead finding her backdoor as the curved, seemingly-lubed head spread her wide, letting it slip further inside as her usually unexplored rear opened up its closed gates willingly. Chloe felt half-remembered visions of her getting fucked in the ass float up, having forgotten all about them but as she dropped further and took inch after inch inside she couldn't stop thinking about why she didn't use this hole more. Fuck it's so good! Why? Ohhhhh!

Curiosity and confusion were quickly buried underneath pleasure as her hips sank deeper onto the rubber phallus, her mouth opening and releasing a moan. Chloe couldn't remember ever using a toy like this before, but as her ass hit the floor and began to move back up, pleasure caused memories of her time as a bimbo during B-day to float to the front of her mind. The full feeling of those big plastic dicks spreading her equally huge bimbo butt until she was nothing more than a needy, horny slut… and now it wanted an encore performance.

Chloe was happy to oblige, picking up speed and rhythm as her hand went back between her legs, her plump pussy eager and easy to access as the panties seemed to spread and pulse and feel even more delicious on her body now that she had given them that first orgasm. Whatever inanimate designs the panties had for her were on full display as she humped and fucked her new favorite toy, her hand rubbing her clit furiously as she worked herself closer to another cliff.

"Ohhh yesss! It feels-yesyesyes-god! I love my slutty bimbo clitty. It feels so good to use I-ohhh! I want more! I need more!" Chloe didn't care who heard her delighted, high-pitched squeals as the pink fireworks of her bimbo clit entered and exploded inside of her mind, sending her into further fits of toe-curling ecstasy as they burst and bloomed into life. She didn't need to think about shame, worry about someone walking in on her, or even care about finding Bimbette anymore. She needed to cum like a bimbo again and as long as she obediently pleasured her slutty body she'd get her wish.

Another arousal-filled moan left her body as she shook in orgasm, tongue escaping her mouth and left hanging out as she didn't bother to slow down, pleasure shattering through her body and mind and leaving nothing but pink sparkly explosions and fluff and somehow an even greater need for the expanding toy in her rear to continue extracting even more from her.

It wasn't the only thing that was expanding, her body had been building up momentum as she shamelessly slammed the pink toy into her depths, but it was requiring more work and more of her will to keep it moving. Every thrust, every drop, seemed to account for another swell of flesh as her ass grew fatter on bimbo pleasure, big enough now to slap the ground with an erotic sound as she adjusted her hips even further. The dildo had gained in width and length as well, swelling and remodeling her rear entrance for larger and larger insertions, as another needy hole in her body to send bolts of ecstasy through the rest of her to help push her over another climatic cliff.

Chloe flung herself over it willingly, eagerly inviting the blissful abyss of bimbohood to take her as her legs slip wider, her hips making space for the intruder on its own as the pulsing energy of her panties took over for her when her mind stuttered and failed under the force of another orgasm.

With their help, her body moved up and down on its own and continued the abuse of her bimbo butt while her hand turned her bimbo pussy into the same puddle of lust her mind was melting into. Each motion was starting to draw a thunderous clap as her enlarged cheeks came together, reverberating in time with her perfect panties to shake loose any remaining non-bimbo thoughts.

She didn't even register that her glasses were askew on her face as she leaned down to slam her growing rear even harder onto the huge dildo, or that the pulsing of her new panties seemed to coalesce into a now permanent buzz of pleasure right on her clit as they sank into her skin. Chloe just wanted to cum and cum and cum and-

Time didn't have any more meaning for her when her body was finally released to collapse into a pile of exhaustion, slipping off the toy as she drooled onto the concrete floor, eyes lidded and glazed from the endless pleasure reverberating through her mind. It didn't matter, someone would come along to pick her up… or fuck her big beautiful ass. Chloe knew which one she preferred as she had already surrendered herself to countless bimbo-orgasms and could only think of wanting more.

Her glazed, empty eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking as a smattering of green light washed over them, barely registering as the lenses of her glasses went from clear to lines of green light to an endless, impossible dense forest of 1s and 0s that in her state she couldn't even begin to comprehend as they pushed deeper and deeper into her mind until it was all she could see… And then her mind went white with the beginnings of a blistering headache.

"Hssss! Ow! Ow-ow-ow-ow…" Chloe readjusted her glasses on her face, blinking code and light out of her eyes as she tried to stand on shaking legs and managing to pull herself up with the help of a nearby countertop full of products she was careful not to touch.

It was hard, not just because she had just fucked herself into brainless bimbo bliss but because, with a groan of annoyance, she still had to contend with having a heavy bimbo bubble butt she hadn't accounted for when she put together the hard reboot code. It wasn't the only thing making things harder either, her widened hips might be unusual to maneuver but her quivering legs had her squeezing her thighs to steady herself… and her bimbo honeypot between her legs really wanted her to keep doing that or slide something deliciously thick inside of it-

Chloe shook the thoughts out of her head, carefully adjusting and finding where her phone had landed. Another groan of annoyance slipped out of her as she tried to tap it on, its battery full on dead. She tried to bring up the UI on her glasses but it had been completely drained as well, but considering she just rebooted her brain from basically scratch it made sense. It also meant she was stuck like this for a while longer until she could clear her head… or find the lab she had been in search for where she could manipulate Cyberspace freely. A nearby mirror reflected her problem back at her, acres of flesh having been added to her rear to create a jiggly, eye-catching bimbo bottom, the ravages of the impressive toy having already faded back to being tight and ready to be fucked again and…


Well, that’s convenient.

As she steadied herself, Chloe managed to find her footing to take a closer look at her reflection. Her body wasn't the only thing that had changed. The frilly white skirt which had hung just below her ass originally should have been bunched up around her waist, but the garment was hanging at the same height over her enhanced butt. A little twirl indicated it was still ready to fly up at a moment's notice, but the fabric seemed to have stretched to accommodate its larger cargo and maintain its original design.

It would’ve been fascinating if she wasn't still trying to contend with the fact that the underwear she had been wearing was now gone and her erect clit pulsed in memory. Her mind may have been her own again but her body had some sinful suggestions it was running by her and she needed to concentrate before they stopped sounding like such a bad idea.

Collecting her things, Chloe tried to keep a look of concentration on her face after her eyebrows raised upon taking in the forearm sized toy on the floor that had her transformed bits drooling for more as she carefully walked deeper into the backroom. The random sounds she had heard coming together to be the sound of machinery whirring and working in tandem to what was clearly music.

Familiar music too, considering it came from the show that adorned Chloe's shirt, her ears picking up the tune immediately as she began to hum along before stopping and listening harder… and hearing someone further down the hallway singing along from an open doorway spilling light out onto the concrete…