Bimbo Transformations

"I don't know what I was so afraid about anymore! My doctor put me on some crazy dose of fertility drugs out of nowhere and took me off birth control. He also prescribed me pills to lower my IQ.... I remember being so offended when I got my prescriptions. But why? I look back at my posts around that time and it's soooo embarrassing. Just a bunch of boring, serious, life stuff. Posting about being against free use and being anti-rape? Saying stuff like I never want kids and I'm not some walking cum dump??? It's soooo cringe. I didn't even reblog porn or post about how many guys I fuck. Not one vid on my feed of me sucking a guy's cock or filming on a selfie stick as a guy fucks me on the train coming home from work. Nothing! I was so boring, ugh!

Now I'm so much happier. Not really sure what it means but my doctor said I dropped from a 165 IQ to a 55! That's good, I guess? I love the new me. This is my third pregnancy and literally all I think about is getting my belly to grow bigger. My goals aren't to get a PhD or become my own boss, all I want is to get so pregnant I can't walk, no matter how hard I try. To be so used and well fucked that my body becomes nothing more than a giant baby incubator that men can fuck. That the only reason to keep going, to keep eating and breathing is so my belly can grow big enough to burst, so men can fill me with cum, mount me, release all their frustrations on my giant pregnant body.

"Yep, pregnant again already," Rachel said, passing her old ballet teacher, Mr. Gallagher.

He whistled back. "God, what are they pumping you full of. The stuff they give to farm cows?"

Rachel shrugged, rubbing her belly. "Pretty much. My college insurance decides all my medications. I'm on, like, five...."

"You have any idea what they do?"

"Well, at least one is making me supernaturally fertile like this.... I just gave birth a little over four months ago...."

"That's what I thought. I saw you pushing that pile of kids out at the mall, filming it with one of those selfie-stick things."

"Yeah, it was a ton of fun. I pushed out ten! My biggest batch yet. I couldn't believe how many kept falling out of my pussy--oh, sorry, Mr. Gallagher."

"It's quite all right, you're a young woman in college now. I'm sure your day-to-day life is worse than any porno these old eyes have seen."

"Oh yeah. You bet.... As for my other meds, I think one or two make me horny. My pussy is getting huge, like I'm pumping it constantly, but I'm not.... so I think one is making it super puffy and huge. The thing looks ballooned and swollen, my clit's the size of an egg." She giggled, patting her belly. "And my last medication, well, I can tell from my test scores they're lowering my IQ!"

"How much so far?"

"Ummmmm, I'm down from a 155 to an 86."

"Not too bad, my niece dropped to like a twenty-something, she can barely talk. All she does is masturbate and groan if my brother doesn't let men basically walk in and have their way with her."

"Nice! That sounds fun.... I'm sure I'll drop way more. But until then.... do you think I should go blonde, I was thinking I might look the part of a dumb breeding cow better if I look like a bimbo."

"It would very much suit you, Rachel." He chuckled. "Oh, by the way--do you still dance?"

Rachel nodded, rubbing her belly. "Sometimes.... as long as I can into my pregnancies, anyway."

"Wonderful. I retired from teaching younger people. It just so happens I direct adult ballet performances now. They're quite a smash hit downtown. I'd love to have you dance. Plus, you'd get to meet a bunch of other pregnant dancers your age, a few of whom might be having their IQs lowered, too."

Rachel smiled big. "How could I ever refuse? I'd love to..... well, as long as this womb full of kids lets me...."

"Even if you get too big to walk, I can probably work you into the performance, even if it's as a brood mother in the background, as long as you don't mind that heavily swollen vagina of yours to be on display for hundreds of people to see."

"If my three million TikTok followers watch it every day I don't see why not?"

"Good girl. We'll start rehearsing as early as tonight, if you're up for it."

"Wish me luck!" Cristy said to her fans, with a wink, before getting called for her doctor's appointment. She recently had to move from NYC to Atlanta for her job, deciding to get an apartment in a small town on the suburbs outside the city. She heard stories about girls going to the south and being shocked at the medical care they suddenly receive, how invasive, objectifying, and misogynistic it can be. Deep down the whole thing excited her, even if she thanked her fans for their advice.

Cristy left the clinic, headed right to the pharmacy with her scripts, and got them filled. She started a new TikTok shaking the bottles, smiling. "Hol-ee. Shit. Guys.... that was insane. I got in and had to strip naked. My doctor, an older guy, roughly inspected my breasts and pussy, asking all kinds of questions about my sex life and how many kids I've 'pushed out'. He was appalled when I said I use protection, he roughly grabbed one of my breasts, shook it, then gave it a slap. I never blushed so hard in my life. He said no wonder my tits were so small and had no milk in them. He also scoffed that my pussy had no cum in it at all. He started rattling off things he wanted to see me do going forward, lifestyle changes... he even recommended I start hooking just to get used to casually asking men for sex. Stating that the financial incentive often eases girls into becoming 'free use'. I had to Google that and.... wow, I thought I was kind of a kinky, sexperienced girl. Guess not!

Alice's mother always told her she came from a family of "late bloomers," but Alice's mother was a fucking liar. High school came and went, as did college, as did grad school, and now she was in her twenties.

She graduated at the top of her class with a degree in Archaeology, but she walked that stage flat as a board.

But no longer! In her research, she got her hands on an amulet that was supposedly "cursed" to rewrite your past. It certainly didn't sound like a curse!

After recovering the amulet, she disappeared into her tent to adorn the necklace.

Nothing happened right away, but all the references to the amulet in old texts said you had to make a statement about your past that was not true to make it retroactively part of your reality. They all said something about being careful with her wording.

Maybe it was shallow, but Alice wanted the one thing she didn't have that she felt owed.

"I have had Fs since High School." She wanted to have memories of boys fawning over her in her classes and girls questioning their sexuality around her.

And those memories came to her. She ballooned, having the biggest boobs at her school and everyone noticed it. Even her teachers were jealous. That was why they were so harsh when grading Alice.

But it wasn't all them, she remembered. She was just never able to grasp their lessons. Part of it was her dating life distracting her, but truthfully, she was just a dumb student.

Thinking that felt wrong, but the more she looked into her memories, the more it made sense. Alice never even went to college, she realized; how could she do that with a report card full of nothing but Fs?

So school didn't work out, but at least she had a body people would throw money at when she took a job as a dancer. She was so popular, her boss ended up selling her off and shipping her out.

That was why she was in a foreign country now, she realized! Her owner was financing an art-key-logical dig? It didn't make much sense to her, but she wasn't there to be smart: she was there to dance and shake her F-cup jugs for her Master.

He was so nice; he even gave her the long, pretty necklace dangling between her massive tits.

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"There's nothing wrong with a low IQ! I don't know what the big deal is. Even when my doctor prescribed me IQ-lowering drugs out of nowhere I got super mad for, like, no reason! I should've thanked him! I was so uptight and never had any fun. I didn't even want to be pregnant or sleep around. I don't remember why? I was such a prude! I enjoy the effect it's having on my sex life so much I was overjoyed when my doctor upped my dosage after I gave birth last month!

C’mon no way!

I look like a total blonde ditz.

Ugh!

And I sound like one too! Totes unfair!

It’s like, I try to sound like a smart girl.

But um like I can’t!

It’s totes unfair s!

And when I try to sound smart I just nnnf like... I cant! You took my smart girl brain

And you gave me these big tits too. Ugh lame. I’m trying not to bounce them I swear!! They just keep bouncing on their own. They just Unf like keep jiggling.

And it’s turning me on.

C’mon turn me back! Please! Please!

It’s making me too horny.

Luckily, her roommate offered to help her out by covering her half of the rent until she found a new job. 

He only asked for one thing in return. That she let him use the universal remote on her. Nothing major. Just a few tweaks to her IQ so that she wouldn’t get bored around the apartment while he was at work. Little changes to her personality so she wouldn’t have any problem doing the cooking or cleaning or his laundry.

Well you’d better! I used the Master PC to turn myself into a perfect fantasy girl for you.

It was actually really easy. First I just changed my personality so that I’d share all of your sexual fetishes, and then it was just totes obvious how freakin’ hot it’d be to look like a little manic pixie dream red-head.

Ya know, I was thinking that we should use it to turn our neighbor, Amanda, into my BFF Mandy.

‘Cept you’d have to do it for me. The moment I clicked OK on the app I forgot how to read.

“Yeah, I know we said that was the plan Lily, but I think I’m gonna give him a blowjob instead.”

“S…Sarah? What? Why… why would you do that?”

“Um, cuz I want him to give me a bigger ass and I bet he’ll do that if I ess his dee first. Duh!”

“Sarah, wtf! Why do you want a bigger ass? We need to turn back to normal!”

“Ugh. Lame Lily. Totally lame. I’m gonna tell him to make you dumber so your more fun.”

“Sarah! Shhhh, he’s coming this way.”

She was getting dumb.

A one-night stand with a coworker got her knocked up and something about the hormones or bloodflow or something was doing serious damage to her brain.

Her usual hobbies had grown boring. Work was nearly impossible. Now all she wanted to do was think about clothes and dying her hair and being some stay at home ditz.

And her new baby-daddy was more than happy to accommodate.

Mr. Davis, a local high school math teacher, was out on his morning walk when he spotted a familiar face. Ava Prince, a brilliant young woman in his class four years ago, aced everything, one of the brightest young women he ever had the pleasure of teaching. And yet here she was, dressed in a pink bikini, tits hanging out, her belly clearly budding with a new pregnancy.

“Oh my God! Mr. Davis, mmm! How’ve you been?” Ava perkily ran up to her former teacher. “You’re looking rather handsome today,” she softly purred.

“Ava, what a pleasant surprise! I, uh, think I’m a bit too old for you.”

“Nuh-uh!” She took his hand and ran it across her belly. “Mmmm, can you feel it? My belly’s getting big again already…”

“I’d heard you were in the area. My wife said just two months ago she saw you with a belly sticking out three feet, she said you were carrying it in both arms like a bushel of apples.” He laughed.

“I sure was, then I pushed them allll out! I kinda lost count after five.” She giggled, patting her small belly. “Didn’t I used to be good at math?”

“I believe so.” Mr. Davis smiled. “Say, did they give you any new medications at college? A small yellow and red pill, by chance?”

“Uh-huh! How’d you know?” She nodded her head, giggling more. “They gave me alllll kinds of neat pills, a lot of them just made me really-really super horny! Like I can get fucked by a busload of guys and I still need more.”

“How very graphic.”

“And as a side effect I get really pregnant like with a giant belly. I just gave birth but look! It’s about to get big all over again! I can’t really do my schoolwork too good these days but I earn credits and get graded on how well I please the boys, and more than a few girls.”

“The drug you’re taking, the one I mentioned, did you know it attacks neural pathways and brain cells, effectively lowering IQ?”

“Ummmm, IQ? Oh! They said I went from a 155 to a 64. Is that a good score?”

“Perfectly fitting for you, Ava.” Her former teacher ran his hand across her swelling belly. “You must be pregnant all the time now, huh?”

“Mmmm, I sure am! I’m really good at growing a big belly now…”

“Might I ask how many kids you’ve had exactly since starting college?”

She tilted her head. “Oh! I’m uh… not very good at math. I had six… and then eight… then I think eleven? Or was it twelve? I can barely even count that high! Ummm…” She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to concentrate but failing miserably, all she knew was her pussy was wet, she wanted to eat some greasy food, and she needed cock pronto. “I don’t really know! Should I?”

“It’s fine. You’ve always been kind of a dimwitted girl.” He patted her belly.

Ava bit her lip. “Thank you! Ummm… would you maybe like to… could you please fuck me and cum inside? You can use my ass or my pussy, which do you prefer?”

“Think I’ll try that cute ass of yours. Where should I take you so we can have some fun?”

“Where?” She again tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong with here? If we go somewhere else how will the people out here see you fucking me?”

He chuckled loudly. “Phew, guess I’m the dumb one now.” He took Ava by her hips and spun her around, pulling down her swimsuit.

“You better not go easy on me just because I used to be your favorite student, OK? Give me a lesson I won’t forget!”

He spanked her so loudly she yelped, then giggled. “I used to regularly visit a few BDSM clubs in France and Germany. I know just how to handle a ditzy, plump, pregnant slut like you.”

They asked me how I could be concerned about contractions so early in my pregnancy. I told them I was eight months with twins. They raised an eyebrow and told me it was unacceptable. They put me on fertility drugs and instructed me to get pregnant again immediately after giving birth. That I have an appointment in six months to ensure I’m carrying a quote-unquote ‘healthy pregnancy’ of six babies or more. Didn’t such big pregnancies used to be considered 'high risk’?

I thanked them to be nice and they said my breasts were far too small for a girl my age (uhhh… nineteen?) and they put me on breast growth supplements, telling me they expect me to be at least a HH-Cup by my appointment or they’ll have to up my dosage. After that they put me on two more drugs. Hang on I just went to the pharmacy and got them filled on my way home… ah, yeah, according to Google one raises libido to levels that some patients report is unbearable, the other medication lowers IQ??? But I have to take it. They’ll definitely be testing me during my follow up. I guess my IQ was considered too high? I only scored a 125.

After that they asked if I had money. I asked like… shouldn’t they bill me? And they said that usually they charge a bit up front. I rolled my eyes and just sucked them off as my 'payment’. Then they discharged me. No clothes. No money. No way home. Face, boobs, and belly totally covered in their cum, thick strands of saliva hanging off my chin from being face fucked. They said with my wristband I’d be able to get my prescriptions for free, but I had to be naked to prove I went to the ER. So I walked like three miles home like that. First to the pharmacy, in front of loads of people, a few were my neighbors. One of my coworkers was there… we fucked in the men’s room. He… asked nicely. Plus I figure I might as well get used to being a dumb slut, what with my new prescriptions.

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“Last time, we made you work for us, but we’ve grown tired of you, Sydney,” the man said, but Sydney could barely even hear him. The music coming from the headphones, and the images flashing on the screen in front of her, were proving to be awfully distracting. The images were flashing too quickly for her to make out what they were, but with her head secured in place, she couldn’t look away.

“This time, nothing of your old self will remain. Not even your skills,” the man continued. Syndey could start making out the images on the screen, some of them, at least. Various women, completely naked. A lot of them were on their knees. She could also hear a faint voice in the headphones now, behind the music, but it was hard to make out the words, especially since she was already focusing on trying to see the pictures.

Syndey gasped as she felt a vibrator suddenly pushing into her core. Wait, when had her clothes been removed? She didn’t remember that…they must’ve had her in a trance or…something…

The calming music in her ears, the vibrator buried inside of her, the voice murmuring things to her, and the arousing images on the screen were all starting to affect Sydney…wait, arousing? Why did she find women naked, on their knees so arousing?

As the voice in her ears grew louder, it answered Sydney’s wonders.

“You want to be like them…” it told her. She…she did want to be like them. They looked so content, on their knees like that.

“You are Honey Slut. You crave submitting and sex…” the voice continued, as the images changed, showing women sucking on cocks. Big, delicious-looking cocks. Sydney could practically taste them, and she moaned out. Wait…Sydney? Who was Sydney? Her name was Honey Slut…

“You are Honey Slut. A prostitute that craves nothing but submitting and sex. Your pimp is your Master and he owns you in every sense of the word. His cock is your favourite thing in the world,” the voice said, before it started to loop upon itself, as more and more erotic images flashed on the screen, showing women being fucked in various ways. Slowly but surely, every memory of hers, and every skill she knew, was erased, replaced with memories of being fucked like the women in the pictures, and knowledge of how to properly please cocks and pussies.

Honey Slut was completely lost in the pleasure of the vibrator, and had came too many times to count, by the time she was unstrapped from the chair, the screen shut off, and the headphones were pulled off of her. It took her a moment to adjust, before realizing that a man was standing in front of her.

“Hello, Honey Slut. I am your Master,” the man said.

Honey Slut giggled a bit, and bit down on her lip as she climbed out of the chair, and then quickly dropped to her knees in front of him, “Umm…Master, can I, like, suck your cock?”

Master grinned as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock, “Yes, you may, Honey Slut.”

Honey Slut moaned as she eagerly sucked on her Master’s cock. His cock was her favourite thing in the world!

“Good morning, hun.” 

I was left speechless as I emerged from the bedroom; the woman in front of me not at all what I was expecting. 

She giggled, “You like it? I found this tea online. It’s, like, supposed to have anti-aging stuff in it. Don’t I look super hot?”

I couldn’t believe it. It was clearly my wife, but she looked like she was back in college. Her face carried a youthful enthusiasm that I hadn’t seen since we first started dating. I looked up and down her toned body, still in disbelief. She was right; she did look amazing. I found myself staring at her breasts, which were seemingly perkier than ever before. 

I finally managed to find my voice, “Wow, Kate. I don’t know what to say. You look… just, so good.” 

Kate bounced with excitement. “Yay! I’m, like, so glad you like it!” She skipped toward me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “I thought it would be, like, a super fun way to spend the weekend.” “Weekend? How long does this tea work?”

“Ummmm,” she looked puzzled, “I’m, uh, not sure? But, like, does it matter?” She hopped back and lowered her top, “Look at my titties, babe! Can’t we just fuck and stuff?”

The sight of her naked body left me stunned, but something seemed off. “Kate, I… are you okay? You seem more… ditzy than usual?” 

She giggled, “Well, like, the tea said there could be side effects and stuff. One was totally loss of in..intel… like, my smarts.” She shrugged and smiled, her boobs jiggling with her movements. 

“And we don’t know how long it could be a thing?” I asked, trying to understand how she wasn’t concerned at all.