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A Bimbo's Tale
This story is a rewrite of a story called Bimbo's and Cuffs by Chrystal
Wynd over at the erotic mind control story archive. It was so perfect
that I had to redo it with a TG twist.
The only sounds in the semi dark room were my moans of pleasure and the
wet, slurping, sucking sounds coming from the blonde between my legs. I
moaned with pleasure as she skillfully worked her tongue over my
pulsating penis. I was just a few seconds away from an explosive orgasm,
and I tried as best I could to hold off and prolong my pleasure.
It didn't work, though. Her talented mouth soon had me straining
against the knotted neckties holding me down to the bed as my cock began
to jerk and spurt after spurt of white hot jism shot into her suctioning
mouth. With a sigh of contentment I relaxed and waited for my heart to
stop pounding. I glanced down between my legs and she looked back at me
with the biggest smile, my cum dripping down her cute dimpled chin. She
looked at me with bright blue eyes as she licked her lips clean.
"Oooohh, you liked that, didn't you Jerry? Huh? I made you have a
great big cum, didn't I?" she asked insistently.
Stupified by the force of my orgasm, I wearily agreed. "Of course I just
came. You didn't notice my sperm shooting down your throat?"
She giggled and gave my prick a final kiss. Her name was Lilly and
she'd moved in to the apartment next door to mine just yesterday. I'd
caught sight of her this morning as she was carrying boxes into her
apartment. Her bright blonde hair, pretty smile and the nicest set of
tits I had seen in quite a long time quickly had me volunteering my
services. What else could I do? I was horny and she was gorgeous. She
also turned out to be one of the biggest airheads I'd ever met. After
we'd finished moving all the boxes it had been a piece of cake to pour a
few drinks into her and get her into bed with me.
I tugged experimentally at the silk ties around my wrists but Lilly had
done a good job. I was completely helpless. Being tied up wasn't
really my bag, if you know what I mean. I usually liked to do the
tying. But she was so hot, and when she had begged in that baby doll
voice of hers and promised me the best blow job of my life, I gave in.
And now just as soon as she unknotted the neckties that bound me to the
four corners of the bed I planned on kicking her cute little butt out
the door. She was hot, but boy was she ever an annoying little ditz!
Lilly crawled over my body and lay down next to me, resting her head on
my chest. "You don't know just how happy you've just made me," she
softly murmered. "So very happy!"
"Well don't just lay there," I reminded her. "Untie me!"
"Not yet, I have to make sure," she giggled.
"Uh, what is it that you want to make sure of?" I asked with forced
calm, trying not to upset her. I'd only known her for a couple of
hours, and now I was tied up and totally at her mercy. What if this
bitch was some kind of a psycho?
"Just give it a minute, you'll see..."
Her hand went to my head and lightly stroked my hair. "It's getting
longer!" she stated gleefully. "I can actually see it growing! Oh, and
I can see some blonde highlights starting to come in!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. She was acting very
nutty, and it was making me nervous.
Lilly just laughed. "Congratulations, Jerry. You're about to become a
bimbo!"
"What? A bimbo? What do you mean?" I asked, totally bewildered and just
a little bit scared.
"I'll explain in just a minute. Let me have a drink first to
celebrate." Taking the bottle of whiskey from the table by the bed she
carefully poured out two shots. She downed hers with a gulp, and then
held my glass to my lips so I could take a sip.
As I swallowed the fiery liquid, I noticed two strange things. The first
thing was that Lilly had large brown streaks running through her hair.
I could have sworn she had pure platinum blonde hair. The second thing
I noticed was an intense tingling sensation that had begun in my arms
and legs. It almost felt like I was suffering from a lack of blood
circulation. Had she knotted the neckties too tight?
Pouring herself another shot, she said, "All right, Jerry, brace
yourself. It's time for some straight talk." Looking into my eyes, she
spoke in a deadly serious voice. "Whether you like it or not, you're
about to become a woman. But not just any woman. You're about to
become a bimbo. A big boobed, blonde brainless bimbo. I can tell you
about it now because it's too late to stop it. So don't get crazy on
me. Just lay there and listen to what I have to say. It's really
important, so pay attention, understand?"
I could feel the tingling sensations in my arms and legs increasing,
spreading outwards into my torso. I knew right then that what I had
suspected was true. She really was crazy! But being tied down to the
bed as I was, I didn't have much choice in the matter. "Okay," I said,
squirming around a little as the tingling kicked up a notch. "I'm all
ears."
"First, look at the dressing mirror on the wall over there," she said.
I turned my head and looked at the full length mirror on the opposite
wall. I could see myself tied to my bed, my arms stretched over my
head, my legs spread, each limb tied to a bedpost. Lilly's lush naked
body lay next to mine.
"So I'm looking. What for?"
"Look closer," she said. "Look at your hair."
I looked at my hair. It looked pretty much the same as it always did.
Jet black, cut close to my head and parted in the middle. Then I looked
again. It was a lot longer than I usually let it get, and......
"Blonde! I have blonde streaks in my hair!" I exclaimed in shocked
surprise. I unconsciously pulled at my restraints as my entire body
began to itch and tingle furiously. It felt like an army of ants was
crawling around under my skin.
"Right you are, but that's not all," she chortled. Sliding her hand
over my chest she gave my pectoral muscles a few squeezes. "I can tell
that your chest is starting to swell already! In a few minutes you're
going to have some big ones!"
I looked down at my chest and realized with alarm that she was right. I
watched in horror as the firm, cut chest that I had always been so proud
of began to expand and rise in slow motion like raw bread dough rising
in an oven. "Oh my god! What's going on? What have you done to me?" I
wailed.
"Calm down," she said forcefully. "If you get hysterical I'm walking out
the door. And you don't want that, believe me, because I've got a lot to
tell you. Understand?"
I took a deep breath and somehow managed to get a handle on the rush of
panic building inside of me. "Yes, yes I do," I replied shakily, my
limbs quivering uncontrollably.
"Good, now here's the deal. I've just passed a curse on to you. Right
now it is taking over your body. You're going to be a horny, giggling,
busty blonde bimbo very soon. Well, you'll look and sound like one,
anyway. Your mind will work mostly the same, but no one will have a clue
you have a brain because the curse will make you act like a total ditz.
"A curse?" I asked incredulously. "That's stupid. There's no such thing
as curses!"
She just smiled and said, "If that's so, then why is the shape of your
body changing?"
I didn't want to, but I looked over at the mirror anyways. Sure enough,
I watched in shock as my hips slowly expanded and my waist line began to
shrink. Hell, my whole upper body was shrinking. The big shoulders and
strong arms that I'd spent so much time developing in the gym where
disappearing, becoming slender and petite.
I glanced in horror back at Lilly. Her dark hair was becoming more
prominent and her lush curves now seemed to be melting away.
"A curse? But how do I get rid of it?" I begged in panic as the
tingling sensations running throughout my body only increased in
intensity. I was a true believer now.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. There are a few things that you
need to know. So pay close attention, because these rules are going to
dictate your life for the next year. Holy cow, your boobs are really
getting big and fat. You are going to be quite a busty babe."
I looked down at my chest and watched in horror as the twin mounds of
flesh on my chest slowly expanded. I could just barely see my bare feet
now because my swelling boobs were beginning to block my view.
"My toenails are turning red!" I said in a trembling voice.
"Yes, they are," she said. "You can't see it, but your fingernails are
turning red too. And they're growing just like your hair. You'll have
beautiful inch long nails in a minute. You're going to be so hot."
She downed the shot that she'd poured earlier, set the glass down and
said, "Okay, now it's lesson time. If you ever want to become a man
again, you have to follow the rules. They're pretty simple, really."
"Rule number one, you have to give oral sex to one hundred different
men. Rule number two, you've got to have vaginal sex with an additional
one hundred. And rule number three you must have anal sex with yet
another one hundred. This must all take place in one year's time."
"What?!?" I sputtered. "You're crazy. I'm not gay! I could never have
sex with other men!"
Lilly just grinned and said, "Oh no, you are most definitely not going
to be gay. You are going to be strictly heterosexual alright, a very
horny heterosexual young woman."
Her hair was nearly completely dark now and considerably shorter, while
mine had turned almost fully blonde and was now almost down to my
shoulders. And my breasts had now become so big that I couldn't see my
bare feet unless I turned my head and looked in the mirror.
"But like I was saying," she continued, "you need one hundred of each,
and you can't do the same man twice. That means it doesn't matter how
many times you give some man a blowjob, only one of them will count
towards the hundred. And letting that same man then fuck you up the ass
doesn't count, either. Each one has to be someone totally different. And
another thing. When you give a man a blowjob, always make sure you
swallow. If you don't swallow, it doesn't count."
"Wait a minute," I said. "One hundred blowjobs, pussy fucks, and ass
fucks? But you said I only had a year!"
Lilly ran a finger over my swelling lips. "Yes, you have one year. If
you do the math, that means you have to do three hundred different men
within three hundred and sixty-five days. As hot as you are now, it
really shouldn't be any problem. But try not to fall too far behind.
Then you'd probably have to do two or three a day just to catch up."
This situation was not in the least bit funny, but for some reason a
giggle escaped my now bee stung lips. My hair had turned almost
completely golden blonde now and my boobs were massive jiggling things.
"But, like, what happens at the end of the year?" I asked, giggling
again. I tried to stifle it but the giggles continued to bubble out of
my mouth no matter how hard I tried to stop it.
She ran her fingers over my now sensitive nipples. I wriggled and
moaned. Her hand ran down over my flat belly to where my penis had once
been and glided over an incredibly responsive pussy. I shuddered with
pleasure. "Make sure you keep a careful count. You don't want to make
any mistakes. You save the hundredth blow job for last day of the year.
Once you've taken care of all the others, you pick one final man and
suck him until he orgasms. And when he comes, you will have passed the
curse on to him." Lilly stood up. She was now a he, a slim man with
short brown hair, looking nothing like the giggling sex doll I'd met
this morning.
I looked over at the mirror and realized my change was nearly complete.
My hair was golden blonde and full. My boobs were in the double D range.
My now tiny waist rounded into my lushly curved hips. My cherry red lips
had swelled into thick, bee-stung fullness. Although I looked slightly
different, I was the now the airheaded bimbo who had moved in next door.
"Like, this is so totally unfair," I said, giggling like a mental
patient and hating the fact that I wasn't able to control myself.
"Remember," he said, "You only have a year. If you don't do them all in
a year, the change is permanent." He walked over to my dresser and
pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans, which he put on. "I'm going to
untie one wrist and then I'm going to leave. I don't really need to be
here when you get free. I suppose you can have everything in my
apartment, including the clothes. You're going to need them."
I giggled. "Like, oh my god, did you really do a hundred of each?" The
thought of doing one hundred different men made me feel sooooo hot.
He frowned. "I hate to say it now, but yes, yes I did. My year ended
just after you came. If you had lasted another twenty minutes, I'd have
been stuck like you are now permanently."
I giggled again. He began to untie my left wrist, then paused. "Oh yes,
I almost forgot. When you pass the curse onto someone else you get to
give them their bimbo name. You won't be able to tell anybody your real
name until you've passed on the curse. I got stuck with Lilly. Your name
is Jerry, so let's call you...Sherry."
He gave me a wave and disappeared out the bedroom door. Seconds later I
heard my front door close.
I quickly untied the remaining neckties. If I only had a year, I had to
get busy. There was a lot of work to do.
One year later.....
The golden blonde hair flowed down to almost my waist. My boobs were
simply massive, molded and squeezed together by my brazier and placed on
prominent display in a tight, low cut top. My tiny waist curved outward
to form lush rounded hips. My heart shaped ass was curved perfection
encased in a short denim skirt. I had a body that was built for
pleasure, but when I looked into my pretty blue eyes I saw nothing that
resembled intelligence. I tried to scowl angrily at the reflection in
the mirror but it came out looking like a cute pout.
I stamped my high heel clad foot in frustration. Even after a full year
of being 'Sherry' it still bothered me. I'd been able to come to grips
with the fact that I was now a woman built like the proverbial brick
shit house. I'd come to accept that men where now attracted to me like
bees where to honey, as well as the fact that I really, really liked the
attention.
I'd even managed to forgive myself for learning how to suck cocks like a
Hoover vacuum cleaner and ride them like a bronco buster. But why oh
why oh why did I have to look and sound so brainless? I let out a deep
sigh and tried to gather myself together. It was all going to end
tonight. I wouldn't have to be Sherry much longer. I had done
everything the curse demanded.
I had been vaginally fucked one hundred and nine times. I'd reached the
century mark over a month a go, but then I got drunk with some Frat boys
the other night and passed out. Whoops!
I had been butt-fucked one hundred and one times. In the beginning I'd
never expected to enjoy having a cock up my ass. But to my amazement I
had. I'd even found I could reach an orgasm just from having a big fat
one shoved up my pooper. I'd reached a hundred a few weeks ago and
hadn't planned on doing it any more until I'd met a really cute guy last
week. He'd asked me so nicely that I just couldn't resist.
And of course I'd given oral sex to ninety nine different men. I'd
probably sucked off three times that number over the past year, but the
times that I'd blown the men who'd just fucked me didn't count. And
sometimes I'd do the good looking guys twice, if they asked nicely.
Thanks to the curse I had found that I'd developed an uncontrollable
thirst for male semen.
But that was all water under the bridge at this point. I'd done what
was required of me and now I was ready to pass it on to some other lucky
guy. It had to be tonight, though. If I didn't pass this thing on by
midnight, I was stuck like this permanently.
I left the lady's room and stepped out into the crowded barroom. Moving
up to the bar I waved to the bartender, trying to catch her attention.
And then I saw him. Down at the end of the bar looking me over was a
tall, muscular man wearing jeans, boots and a leather motorcycle jacket.
As I made eye contact with him a thrill of anticipation ran through me.
I jiggled my way to the end of the bar and slid onto the bar stool next
to him.
"Hi, my name is Sherry!" I chirped.
He introduced himself as Rod, and offered to buy me a drink. I wanted
to ask for a beer and a shot, but when I opened my mouth "Pink lady!"
was what came out. Damn this curse!
"So what brings you here tonight, pretty lady?" he asked as the
bartender brought us our drinks. He was ruggedly handsome, with thick
dark hair, piercing blue eyes and white, even teeth. If this was going
to be my last time, I wanted it to be with him.
I giggled and shrugged, inadvertently causing my huge boobs to jiggle.
"Well, like, I was sooo totally lonely and I was kinda looking for
someone to talk to!" God, how I hated sounding like some bimbo teeny-
bopper.
We chatted for a bit, and it was easy to see by his facial expressions
when I spoke that he thought I was a total air head. But like most men
he was willing to look past this small deficiency when my huge tits were
staring him in the face.
We had a few more drinks, and he eventually asked me the question I'd
been waiting to hear. "Would you like to go back to my place with me?
I've got some cold beers in the fridge!" I tried not to seem too eager
as I smiled and nodded my head. "My place is only a few miles down the
road!"
Little did Rod know, but if I had my way we'd never make it to his
house. Like I'd done so many times before, after we'd climbed into his
car we'd smooch for a little bit before I'd unzip his pants and blow him
right there on the front seat.
I happily followed him out of the bar. To my surprise he walked over to
a big Harley Davidson motorcycle parked by the side of the building.
Crap. So much for blowing him in the car. It was getting late and I
didn't want to take a chance on trying to find another victim, so when
he handed me the spare helmet I strapped it on and climbed on behind
him. My short skirt rode up my hips, barely covering my ass as he sped
off into the night. Thank goodness I'd decided to wear panties tonight.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight, hoping that he lived
nearby.
The night air was cold on my bare legs as we made our way down the road.
To take my mind off of it I reached my hand down and rubbed the crotch
of his jeans. I was instantly rewarded by movement inside of his pants.
I fantasized about what his cock would look like when I pulled off his
pants. I'd seen so many cocks during the past year. Short cocks, long
cocks, skinny cocks and fat cocks. I hated to admit it, but if this was
going to be my last one I hoped that it was going to be a nice big thick
one.
We ended up at a house a short ways out in the country at the end of a
long gravel driveway. He pulled his bike up to the house and lined it
up with seven other Harleys already parked in front. From inside could
be heard sounds of music and laughter.
"Like, wow, is this your house, Rod?" I asked in my baby doll voice as I
pulled my skirt back into place.
"I share it with a few friends of mine," he answered. "We just blew
into town last week, and we're renting it for the rest of the summer.
Come on in and I'll introduce you." I looked at my watch and saw that
it was only 10:45. I guess I had enough time to meet and greet his
friends, but afterwards I really needed to get him somewhere private and
give him that final blowjob.
We opened the door to find about a dozen guys lounging around on couches
and chairs, drinking beers, talking and laughing. All conversation
ended when I walked into the room, and all eyes focused on me.
"Who's your friend, Rod?" asked one burly man lounging on one of the
couches.
With his arm wrapped tightly around my waist he said, "Gentlemen, this
is Sherry. Say hi to my friends, Sherry." I said hi in my little girl
voice and with much ado I was seated at the table and given a beer.
One thing I'd discovered since I'd picked up the curse was that it was a
lot of fun to flirt with horny guys. I liked being the center of
attention, so I teased Rod and his friends as I knocked back a couple
more beers. I was starting to get pretty loose when it occurred to me
that it was getting late. It was almost 11:30! I looked around the
room but Rod was nowhere in sight.
I excused my self to go to the bathroom, and as luck would have it I
caught Rod on his way out. With a wanton smile I took his hand and
pulled him back inside. He knew what I wanted, and pulled me into his
strong arms and gave me a kiss that soon had me panting with lust. I
could feel my vagina becoming slick and wet, and in the back of my mind
I secretly wished that I could have fucked him instead of blowing him.
But reason won out. Knowing I had a job to do, I sat down on the toilet
and pulled him closer. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans and
slowly pulled his zipper down.
I tugged his jeans down a little bit and his cock flopped out and
smacked me on my cheek. It was the most appetizing thing that I'd seen
all week. About nine inches long, thick in girth and capped with a
large mushroom shaped head, my mouth involuntarily began to water at the
sight.
Taking his thick penis in my hand, I reached out my tongue and
tentatively tasted the velvety head. My taste buds sang a song of total
delight as I sucked the flanged head into my mouth and twirled my tongue
around and around. Rod moaned his appreciation. I was just beginning
to get started when someone started banging on the door.
"Rod, open the damned door! Now!" the voice on the other side demanded.
"Get lost," he replied as I continued to work on his cock. "I'm in the
middle of something here!"
"God dammit, I need to talk to you! It's important!"
He pulled his cock from my disappointed mouth with an audible pop and
pulled up his pants. "I have to take care of some business," he said to
me. "Why don't you wait in my bedroom down the hall? It's the third
door on the left."
Opening the door, he growled, "This had better be good, Billy."
"Oh, it is!"
The guy looked oddly familiar, but I didn't pay too much attention as I
scooted past them on my way to Rod's bedroom. I sat on the large bed
and looked over at the nearby alarm clock as they conversed in hushed
tones in the hallway. It was 11:40! I had twenty minutes to finish the
blow job I'd started or I would be stuck as a blonde bimbo forever! My
heart began to beat faster and nervous sweat began to bead on my
forehead.
Thankfully, they finished their conversation and Rod entered the room
with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants. He stepped out of his
boots, pulled down his pants and walked over to where I sat on the edge
of the bed with his erect penis pointing straight out, bobbing as he
walked.
"Now where were we?" he asked.
With my heart beating a mile a minute I once again took hold of his tool
and quickly swallowed it down to the hairy root. I franticly worked on
his penis, using every trick I'd learned over the past year to pleasure
his big cock and coax that pearly white fluid from his balls.
I kept glancing over at the bedside clock as I worked. The hands of the
clock slowly began to move around the dial as I slurped and sucked away.
First 11:45, then 11:50, then 11:55! When was he going to cum?!!?
I was starting to panic when finally, at 11:57, I felt his penis begin
to pulse between my lips and I knew that he was getting ready to shoot.
My whole body tensed, eager and ready to except my final dose of man
goo.
He finally let out a large groan, but as he did something totally
unexpected happened. Grabbing a handful of my long blonde hair in his
meaty fist, he pulled his cock from my slurping mouth and quickly began
jerking it off with his free hand. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy
semen began to shoot from the tip of his huge organ and landed on my
forehead, my nose, and even my eyes. Rod moaned in deep satisfaction as
he painted my face a glistening white. My body went limp with relief.
He'd come! The curse would finally be lifted!
I grabbed a nearby towel and had just begun to wipe off the considerable
amount of cum he'd deposited on my face when Rod suddenly pushed me back
onto the bed. Before I could even begin to think he had whipped up my
skirt and ripped off the skimpy panties I was wearing. Taking my ankles
in his strong hands he lifted my slim legs and placed them over his
shoulders. He lay down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with
his weight.
I tried to protest, "Wait a minute, Rod, I..." but I was cut off as his
mouth descended onto mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. This isn't
the way it's supposed to happen, I thought helplessly as I felt his
still erect penis pushing against my vagina. I moaned as his thick cock
slipped inside of me, stretching the walls of my pussy. Rod then
proceeded to lay some serious pipe.
The bed began to rock back and forth and creak like a house in the
middle of a hurricane as he pounded me with that massive hunk of meat.
All I could do was claw his broad back with pleasure as his thick cock
pumped deep inside of me. As he had his lusty way with me a massive
orgasm began to build.
He didn't let up, and I felt his penis jerk inside of me as he pumped me
full of his sperm. I came with a scream, the world spinning around me as
the edges of my vision turned black. Gasping for breath, I just lay
there as my body tingled with pleasure from my head all the way down to
the tips of my toes.
And that's when I felt the handcuffs snap shut around my wrists. With a
gasp of surprise, I opened my eyes to find that my wrists had been
pulled up over my head and were now cuffed to a bar in the brass railing
of the headboard. Uh oh....
I looked up at Rod as he pulled his spent penis from my vagina with a
satisfied smile and the guy I'd seen earlier in the hallway climbed onto
the bed to take his place. He flipped me over so that I was on my
knees, with my ass in the air. Desperately, I looked over at the clock
by the bed. It read 12:15.
"But...but...my year ended at midnight!" I said out loud.
"A...a..and...he came! Before midnight! He should be, like, a total
bimbo by now!"
"Ah, but you forgot the rules sweetheart! Don't you remember? You have
to swallow, or it doesn't count!" I looked behind me to see that the
new guy had removed his pants and his penis was erect and pointing right
at my exposed and helpless vagina.
I looked up at his face and it was then that I recognized him. His hair
was longer, and now he was wearing a mustache, but there was no
mistaking him. This was the same guy who had given me the bimbo curse!
He laughed. "You picked the wrong guy, Sherry! I could never let you
pass that curse on to one of my friends. I'm afraid that you'll just
have to be a horny, giggling, busty bimbo for the rest of your life!
But look on the bright side. At least the curse stops here." His hands
grabbed hold of my ass as I felt his penis lining up between my legs.
I gasped as I felt his penis part my vaginal lips and slide deep inside
of me. "But...oh!...that means...oh!...that I'm, like...oh!...totally
stuck...oh! Oh!"
Behind me in the hallway I could hear Rod talking to his buddies. "Line
up here, guys! The bimbo train has left the station!"
I shuddered with pleasure as my huge boobs swayed back and forth in time
to his hips slapping against my ass. I knew that I was trapped in this
lush bimbo body for good, my intelligence permanently hidden behind
blonde hair, cherry lip gloss and bubble headed bimbo-speak. But my
body couldn't deny the pleasure generated by his cock sliding deep
inside of my cum drenched pussy. I started to come again. I just
couldn't help it. I was so damn hot. Permanently.
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