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Bimbofication is contagious: social christening
By: Kittie Bigracks
This is the first full erotica story I've ever written so hopefully it
turned out well. Please let me know what y'all think or if there are ways
I can improve. I'd love to hear your feedback even if it's a simple "I
liked it." My email is [email protected]
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Kyle turned over in his bed, barely conscious and wishing he had
remembered to shut the TV off before he fell asleep. He looked over and
was disappointed to see that the smokin' hottie he met last night at the
bar was nowhere to be seen. "Jeez was the sex that bad?" he wondered
aloud to himself. Surely not, she had moaned like a porn star all night
and into the morning, with orgasm after orgasm. Of course, he had been
fooled before. "No matter," he thought, "better to have boned and lost
than never to have boned at all." He chuckled at his little joke and
finally sat up focusing on the reporter's readout.
Yadda yadda, new disease released by terrorists. Turns you into a woman.
Constantly horny. He was pretty sure he had that last one already
covered. Dumbs you down. Pink kissable lips that transfer the virus with
a special secretion..... and he was already bored. The virus didn't even
last if you didn't have sex within two weeks. He could, no, had done that
multiple times before. What was the big deal? He clicked off the TV and
went to brush his teeth.
Kyle shuffled into the bathroom, eyes barely open and not at all ready
for the day to begin. The toothpaste tasted sweeter than normal. He'd
have to remember this brand for next time. After gargling with water he
finally took a moment to assess himself in the mirror. His hair was a bit
greasy, but it made him look sort of punk rock. Piercing blue eyes that
made the women swoon. And luscious pink lips ready to kiss. PINK! No! The
virus hadn't even reached Ohio yet. He couldn't possibly be.... but there
it was, plain as day. Luscious, plump, cocksucking lips with the tell-
tale pink secretion that meant he had contracted the virus.
"Shit," he mumbled to himself as he quickly used his phone to research
the particulars. He was dying of cancer according to the medical site he
went to first. But then he found a site that chronicled what was being
called the "Bimbo Virus." Quickly scanning the details he reaffirmed that
as long as he didn't have sex for two weeks he'd be fine. Of course if he
did, the effects would double and become permanent.
"Well, time to stay in and stay safe," he thought. The first order of
business was unplugging his TV, shutting off his phone, and powering down
his computer. He wasn't going to let any temptation come easily. He
texted his boss saying he had the flu, grabbed a book he'd been meaning
to read off the shelf and settled in for a long two weeks.
He fell asleep again just a short while later (boy that sickly vixen had
really drained him) and when he woke up again it was dark. The first
thing he noticed was that he was now sporting B cups. In fact the reason
he woke up was that his newly sensitive nipples had brushed up against
the couch, sending electric waves of pleasure through him. He got up,
cooked a meal, which was interrupted by his equally sensitive lips and
decided to go to bed. Sleep was the best way to get rid of chunks of time
you didn't want.
Day 2
Kyle brushed the hair out of his face and went through his morning
routine... curse the thought of being awake, roll out of bed, shuffle to
the bathroom, and brush his teeth while remaining as asleep as possible.
Finally opening his eyes, he was met with yet another surprise... he
hated being woken up with surprises... Instead of his tastefully messy
brown hair, he was now met face to face with long, straight, platinum
blond locks that stretched to his upper back. Not only that, but his
chest had now expanded to a C cup. And when he sat down on the toilet, he
noticed that his dick was barely visible. He couldn't deny it at this
point, he was going to end up with a full blown case of Bimbo Virus.
Kyle endeavored as much as he could to distract himself and continue his
day, but by the early evening he was exhausted. He went to bed at 8:00
pm, but couldn't drift off until around midnight. As exhausted as he was,
he kept tossing and turning, trying to find a position that didn't make
his new boobs cry out for attention. And when he finally did sleep, all
of his dreams were filled with fucking, sucking, and becoming the Bimbo
the virus was shaping him into.
Day 3
Waking up more exhausted than when he went to bed Kyle immediately went
to look in the mirror. His suspicions were confirmed. Beneath his
platinum blond mane was a feminine face, sultry, fuckable pink lips, and
a pair of glorious, perky, double D tits he had only seen in porn (and
come to think of it on that last chick he banged). He quickly slid off
his shorts and discovered a wet, wanting vagina where his dick used to be
and a plump bubble butt.
Kyle took a moment to steady himself, then went to the kitchen and broke
out the rum. "If I'm forced to be a woman, then at least I'm going to try
not to remember it," he thought. 5 shots later and Kyle was feeling much
better. So good in fact that he started to explore his new body. He
started with his lips, which were like a new erogenous zone. He must've
sucked on his fingers for at least half an hour before moving down to his
tits. "Why was he calling them tits?" The fist graze of his nipples
established why. He'd do anything to feel this again and again and again.
When he finally broke off, he stuck his fingers deep in his wet pussy. He
pistoned his fingers in and out until he finally came. He had to admit,
this was better than any orgasm he'd ever experienced as a guy. No wonder
women loved it so much.
Of course, after the first orgasm he had to experience it again and again
and again. By the time he was finally exhausted, it was dark out. He went
to the bed and fell asleep instantly, enjoying a more peaceful night than
any since he had gotten the virus.
Days 4-6
The next few days followed the same pattern: wake up, get drunk, and go
to bed after fucking himself. By the sixth day, he finally gave in and
reconnected the internet so he could fuck while watching some porn. He
went to all his usual spots: college girls, big tits, clothed
doggystyle... nothing was getting him off. Then he saw a video in the
suggestions where a guy with a huge cock was taking this petite girl. On
a whim he clicked and immediately started to get super aroused. Except,
he wasn't looking at the woman. He was imagining himself being fucked by
this big, hard cock... his new pussy being stretched out as he bucked and
begged for release, moaning like he had heard from his lovers so many
times.
He came all over his fingers wishing that huge dick was inside him and
only vaguely questioned what he was becoming. He knew he would have to
satisfy this need somehow, and started to do some online shopping. He
picked out a dildo, a vibrator, a magic wand, and, sure, a butt plug (why
not). And then some cute dresses caught his eye in the suggested items.
So he got some nice, figure hugging outfits mostly in pink or black and
finished off the style with a few pairs of super tall high heels. About
to checkout, he then noticed how uncomfortable his back was.... *ding*
the lightbulb (dim as it was by now) lit up. He needed some bras and he
might as well get some matching panties. He started by looking at typical
supportive everyday options but none of them were pretty enough....
because that was apparently something he cared about now. Eventually he
made his way over to the lingerie sets, picking up several sets in all
the hottest colors: pink, red, black, and even purple. The push up bras
would definitely bring attention to his new tits and the thongs would
give a nice view of his bubble butt. Satisfied, he checked out and went
back to his usual activities, this time exploring lots of new porn videos
while zoning out in his lusty haze of masturbation.
Day 7
When he woke up the next day, Kyle was hornier than he had ever been in
his life. He spent the first hour of the day just rolling his nipples in-
between his fingers, getting so worked up he couldn't think any longer.
This would prove costly. When he finally stopped, and after he had downed
his daily shots of rum he realized that he was out of food. His befuddled
mind tried to come up with the safest way to get more food and all it
came up with was pizza.
One hour later, he heard a knock on the door. He steadied himself, this
was his first interaction since it all began. "Just grab the pizza, say
thanks, and close the door," he thought to himself. It was a good plan,
too bad it changed when he opened the door. Staring out into the hallway,
he was paralyzed for a good 5 seconds. Kyle had braced himself to be this
close to a guy for the first time, but not for the overpowering smell.
His research hadn't said anything about it, but apparently the Bimbo
Virus also increased your ability to smell the pheromones that guys gave
off; and in her current state it was intoxicating.
To be fair, this kind of dorky looking college dude was also a bit
stunned - it was probably his first time seeing a porn-quality body in
person. Voice slightly shaking, he broke the silence first, saying,
"Ma'am..... your pizza."
"Like ohmygod, sorry." Kyle said, realizing for the first time that he
now had the voice and vocal stylings of a valley girl ("Damn virus").
"Come in! You can set the pizza on the table and sit on the couch while I
get your tip," he said as he turned and walked inside. Though the pizza
dude found this unusual, he wasn't given the chance to say so and decided
to just go with it - placing the pizza on the table and sitting on the
couch.
In the other room, Kyle's body was on fire. He quickly grabbed a $20, but
he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist the guy in the next room. He
strained his mind, no easy feat with his ever decreasing IQ and
undeniable horniness. At least sex was something he was good at thinking
about now. And that's when the loophole hit him. A blowjob! Of course!
There were entire impeachment proceedings that taught us a blowjob wasn't
sex. He could get this guy inside of him and still change back at the end
of the next week. A giggle came out that was a mixture of how ditzy it
was not to remember earlier and a bit of pride that he had worked it out.
He rushed back into the next room and in the most sultry voice possible
said, "Here's your tip, and a little something extra for making you
wait." Dropping to his knees instantly he began to unbutton and unzip the
shorts the pizza dude was wearing, pulling them down along with his
boxers. He protested half-heartedly, but stopped once the thick, plump
lips were wrapped around his cock.
Kyle had always heard that cum tasted pretty salty, but judging by the
taste in his mouth right now either the virus made the pre-cum taste like
candy or this guy was half pineapple. Slipping into the new motions this
body was built for, a purring noise started to come from deep inside.
"Oh yeah, that's so good Kitty," the pizza dude said as they locked eyes
mid-suck. A tidal wave of lust, pleasure, and emotion upended the bimbo's
brain. It made sense to her that she was Kitty; she wanted to be Kitty.
She had the body of a girl, a hot-one at that, the skills of a porn-star,
and it was time to use them to get the candy she wanted.
She redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around the head of the
cock, and in a few moments felt the tell-tale pulsing letting her know he
was nearly there. She slowed down to tease a little bit and draw out the
experience. "P-please... I'm going to cum," she heard the pizza dude gasp
out.
She looked him dead in the eye and gave a muffled, "Mmm-hmff," before
holding that gaze and working him to a full orgasm.
Her guess was right, the candy-cum tasted amazing; she probably would've
said addictive if her brain weren't so preoccupied. And there was a ton,
the poor guy probably hadn't gotten off in a while - "Providing a service
to the community already," she giggled to herself.
After recovering a bit, the pizza dude excused himself and Kitty went to
find some porn to get herself off. The cum was good, but did nothing to
relieve her desire for an orgasm. The day followed the same way the
previous ones had with the pleasant exception that she now had some pizza
to munch on. She eventually went to bed full and exhausted.
Day 8
"One week down," Kitty thought to herself. Ok, so everything wasn't
perfect.... She'd sucked a dick (never thought she'd say that) and she
now had the hots for porn where she can focus on big, juicy dicks.....
5 minutes later she woke from her dick daydream. Shaking her head, she
knew what she had to do. Just a few more days of porn and isolation and
she was in the clear. Firing up the computer, she went through her usual
routine and stayed that way until around 5pm when she heard a knock on
the door.
"Shit!" She hadn't expected an unexpected visitor. "Like duh, that's why
they're unexpected," she giggled to herself. She snuck to the door and
looked out through the peephole but no one was there. "Wrong house?"
"Ding dong ditch?" She cautiously opened the door, ready to slam it shut
at the first sign of a person, but fortunately it wasn't necessary.
Kitty squealed in excitement upon seeing the package on the ground. Her
sex toys and outfits had arrived. She quickly brought it in and tore open
the packaging. She took a while to explore each of the toys, eventually
deciding she loved the way it felt with the dildo filling up her pussy
and the magic wand vibrating on her clit. After testing them all out she
moved on to the outfits.
"Fashion show!" Kitty yelled to no one in particular. She tried on all
her new outfits noticing the way the heels stretched out her long, smooth
(when did that happen) legs. The combination of the bras and dresses made
her tits stand out in a way that no one would be able to ignore. Hell,
she'd probably have to save people from drowning in her cleavage. She was
also turned on by the dress lengths, which barely went to the top of her
thighs. It was a little dangerous and that's what made it fun. With just
a quick shimmy up of the dress and a quick pull of the thong to the side
and any guy could have their way with her.
She saved the pink combo for last. Stunning 4 inch strappy heels, the
shortest and tightest of all the dresses and a matching bra and thong
combo that showed off all of her best assets. She loved the way they
accentuated her blond hair and pink lips. But for the first time in a
long while, Kitty felt sad. She looked HOT! And no one was ever going to
see it.
This couldn't stand! Virus be damned, she was going to show off her new
look. All she had to do was avoid having sex, and how hard could that be?
She wanted to experience flirting and being the center of attention with
the limited time she had left in this body.
An hour later she was entering the club. The first thing she noticed was
that the smell of horny men and women permeated the room. She had
experienced the same with the pizza dude (man she wished she had gotten
his name; he was cute in a "foal-tries-to-take-its-first-steps," sort of
way). However, the sheer number of people made this even more intense.
And it was nice to know she could still get turned on by the women. "I
guess I'm a bi bimbo," Kitty mused.
Still, she was a little off balance from the new sensations she was
experiencing and decided to head to the bar for a little liquid courage.
She sat down and immediately took out her phone to pass the time. Her
reverie was broken when she heard, "Hey hon, how're you doin'? Can I
getcha anything?" She looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see the
female bartender smiling at her and waiting for a drink order.
"Like, um, I'm not really sure. Do you have any suggestions?" Kitty
replied.
"Well I guess it all depends on what kind of night you want to have,"
replied the bartender. Kitty took in her appearance before answering. She
was tall, with raven black hair, a tight t-shirt with the club's name
stretched out by breasts that even by Kitty's new standards were amazing.
But what was most striking was the way she exuded confidence and
friendliness with next to no effort. Kitty would've been flustered just
being around her when she was a guy. To be honest, she still was a little
bit flustered.
Realizing she needed to answer, Kitty rambled, "Well I usually don't go
out to clubs and I'm kind of really nervous but I really wanted to get
out and flirt with some cute guys, or maybe girls, I really don't know,
but I don't want anything to go too far." She averted her eyes after she
finished, wondering if she'd said too much.
"Pink Hurricane," the bartender said.
"Like, pink's my favorite color," Kitty replied.
"Never would've guessed," said the woman behind the counter with a wink.
But it was clear she was more amused than annoyed. "By the way, I'm Sam
if you just want to talk for a little while. I'm sure you'll fit right
in, and they're just going to love you. You're gorgeous; but I know how
nerve-wracking it can be to put yourself out there for the first time."
"Thanks," Kitty responded. And watched as Sam walked away to prepare her
Pink Hurricane.
Meeting Sam had made her feel a lot better. When she returned with the
drink they talked about everything from where the name Sam came from (it
was short for Samantha and too much effort to say the full name each
time) to recent dating mishaps (Sam was also bisexual and hadn't figured
it out until she was in her last relationship and her boyfriend refused a
three-way, go figure, right?) Anyway, she was single now and just
focusing on being around people who made her happy. Kitty internally
wished she could do the same, even when she got her old body back.
By the time they had gone through all that Kitty had nearly finished the
drink and the lull in conversation gave the guy sitting next to her an
opportunity to talk (when did he get there?).
"Hi I'm David, can I get you another drink?" he interjected.
Sam gave Kitty a knowing wink as if to say, "this is your chance." Sam
had clocked the guy already, deciding that he seemed like a gentleman,
well put together, and didn't throw off any of the creepy vibes that she
had been able to detect through years of bartending.
"What do I have to do to earn it?" Kitty replied with a look that was
simultaneously sultry and innocent.
David seemed taken aback, but replied in true gentlemanly fashion, "Just
agree to go on a date with me, if you want to."
The combination of his kindness and masculine scent was making Kitty wet
instantly. She took his phone and put in her number with a heart next to
the name. When Sam returned with the new drink, Kitty thanked her in an
overly gushy manner that gave Sam a chuckle and went to sit on one of the
couches with David.
He was quite an interesting person. An investment banker during the week
(that explains the high-end clothes) and avid hiker and rock climber on
the weekend. That being said, he was also quite shy and thoroughly
embarrassed when Kitty caught him taking a peak at her ample cleavage.
"Sorry," he instantly said "I'm usually not like this." Kitty put her
finger on his mouth to stop him from talking.
"I want you to look and enjoy my body," is all she said before moving her
hand to his crotch.
David was whimpering in a matter of moments, while still trying to stay
composed so as not to attract attention. Kitty was surprised to find she
enjoyed seeing the struggle; this guy was at the command of her sexy body
and ministrations - it didn't matter that they were in a public setting
where someone could see.
Apparently he was having the same thoughts because it only took a few
minutes for him to start cuming. In a post orgasmic haze, he stammered
out, "Thanks.... Uh I should probably go clean up."
He got up to go and Kitty wished him well reminding him with a wink,
"Don't forget to call me for that date."
She was quite pleased, her first foray into flirting was a success and
she was looking forward to seeing David again. She let herself daydream
for a little while. "Maybe this virus isn't all bad," she mused. After
all, she was enjoying the opportunity to explore how the other half
lived.
Kitty was broken out of this trance when she felt the weight of two
people sit down, one on each side of her. A quick look told her she was
in the presence of two frat bros. Pink polos, backwards caps, and shorts
that screamed my daddy's a lawyer. But they also came bearing gifts -
another Pink Hurricane - so she figured why not give these boys a thrill
and let them talk to a pretty girl.
"Hey boys!" she said in her sexiest faux-southern drawl taking a sip of
the newly offered drink. She registered their hungry looks and had to
admit to herself that between the booze and the scents these young,
virile men were throwing off she was feeling pretty insatiable herself.
Great conversationalists they were not. If she had to hear one more story
about a ski vacation from these two she was going to lose it. She was
about to get up and walk away when she heard one of them ask, "Could I
feel your tits?" There it was, what these two had been after all along.
She should say no, but between the drinks and how much her body was
crying out to be touched, she couldn't see the harm.
"Sure," Kitty replied.
Something about the lack of control as each guy took a breast and started
playing with the nipple was getting her really hot. She downed the last
of the hurricane and just enjoyed their exploration of her body. When
they pulled down her top and bra, she should've been annoyed, but it just
got her wetter. When they started licking her nipples, in unison she
almost came on the spot.
Hearing them ask, "Can we play with your pussy?" just turned her on even
more. She wanted, no, needed to get off in the worst possible way.
She answered, "Yes," and they went to town - lifting up her dress and
sliding their hands into her panties. The circular motions they made felt
nice, but when one stuck his fingers in while the other rubbed her clit,
she started bucking her hips, trying to impale herself more and more on
those digits.
Kitty was aware that she was probably attracting attention at this point,
so when the boys guided her up and to the women's restroom, she was glad
to be out of the public eye. They wasted no time getting her on her knees
and ripping off her thong and bra. Now she was fully exposed and drooling
from both sets of lips as each guy took their cock out.
With one cock teasing her mouth and the other teasing her pussy, she
couldn't stand it anymore. She rocked back, letting the cock behind her
enter before pulling the guy in front closer so she could deep throat
him. In the back of her mind she knew something was off - something about
sex and being a woman permanently, but she decided she was having more
fun as a woman anyway.
It wasn't long before the first orgasm rocked through her body. She
didn't realize it at the time but it also halved her intelligence and
doubled her libido. All she felt was a wave of relaxation - all anxiety
was gone, she knew that this is what she was born to do. And it was time
to give these guys a show.
She started to make more lewd and obvious pornstar noises gripping the
cock of the guy behind her tight with her pussy. She knew he couldn't
last long after that and she was right. He came stream after stream right
into her pussy making Kitty glow in excitement. One more swirl of the
tongue and his buddy was also cumming all of that delicious liquid candy
down her throat. She curled on the floor as both pulled out, basking in
her post-orgasm warmth. The bros high-fived and left... jerks.
She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew she was being
woken up by a woman's voice. "Kitty! Oh no, Kitty, are you ok?"
"Sam? I got fucked Sam," she said with a dopey grin.
"I can see that," her friend replied, noticing the cum still leaking from
her. "Shit, I should have known you were a Bimbo Virus girl. Put your
clothes back on, I'm taking you home."
Sam guided Kitty through the club, stopping her from hitting on even more
guys along the way and eventually got her into the car. A couple of
minutes later Kitty was in Sam's apartment, being tucked into bed with a
bottle of water on the nightstand.
"Why are you being so nice?" Kitty asked Sam, vaguely aware that it
wasn't common for strangers to take in silly bimbos who got themselves in
trouble.
"I think you're cute, and I'd want someone to do the same for me," Sam
replied. "Besides, how often do you get a hot bimbo chick to add to your
harem." There was that wink again, letting Kitty know that it was a joke.
For her part, Kitty thought Sam was super cute too. As she faded off to
sleep the last thought in her mind was "I'm going to fuck her."
***To be continued?***
I wrote more than I thought I would for this story and I feel like
there's still more to explore. What will Kitty do now that she's
permanently a bimbo? Does Sam really want a harem? Does the date with
David actually happen? And will we ever find out the pizza dude's real
name? (I'd love to bring him back for a hot 3 way with Sam and Kitty as a
reward for being a good dude.) Special thanks to Mistress Dyvia who
provided the writing prompt that led to this story. Comments are very
welcome and appreciated - feel free to email me at
[email protected]. Thanks and Kisses
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