Transformation World: Bimbos

Another commission about having someone's body changed in a world where transformations are surprisingly common. Might be a few of these coming, some set in the same world, since the buyer's sort of always got me on call and the stories are shorter and looser than a lot of the others.

For all that happened in James’ world, things there weren’t dangerous so much as they were mildly annoying. Compared to other situations where clashing superhumans, vengeful fairies, cursed objects, radioactive waste, and mad science would have killed most people, these things just ended up changing people in other forms. The radioactive waste made you a mutant shark instead of giving you cancer. The fairy cursed you to turn into a monkey. Getting struck by lightning made you able to talk to computers and alien technology turned you into a cyborg. Most people came out of these strange ordeals about the same. Sometimes things were even better, because you were talking to computers or an olympic-level swimmer with your shark mutations. Things just managed to work out for the better, if not the strange.

So people were more surprised than truly afraid when Plain Jane crashed through the window of his office building with her grappling hook. The supervillainess wore her usual mask of a ridiculously minimalist mask (two dots and a barely larger mouth slit). Rather than the usual spandex, she wore unflatteringly loose clothes that made it clear she had some kind of body image issues.

In case it weren't clear enough, she pulled out the canister from the cloak that went over her frumpy sweater. "You superficial sheep of America!" she shouted as she popped the cap off the cylinder. It started leaking pink gas immediately, which her mask must have shielded her from somehow. "If you want to be shallow fakes, then see how it is to be objectified yourselves! Mwahaha!"

Although Plain couldn't really sell the evil laugh that well, James was at least alert enough to bolt from the potential explosive. His boss was near the blast, snorting and shaking his head as he drank his coffee. The 50 year old man had already been turned into a 10 year old girl a few years ago, so he knew where this was going. "Had to be on a Monday," he sighed in his cute little voice before the changes kicked in.

The seemingly little grunted and fell to his knees, coughing and clutching his chest. James peered around the corner of his cubicle and watched as the flat little girl's hands were suddenly launched out by her tits that grew to the size of volleyballs. His groans became moans as he shot up another foot or so, and short red hair grew out into long gold. His dress shoes clattered beneath him as they shot up into a set of high heels, and his butt sprang out at the same time as his slacks tightened and shortened into a mini skirt. Makeup sprang across the young face just before the nose grew thin and pronounced and the painted lips blew out like balloons before slurping back into huge but at least human-sized pouty lips. He tried to stand up, just to lurch unsteadily and clatter back to the floor when the high heels proved unsteady, letting him fall onto his huge fake tits with a comically plastic bouncing noise. Mr. Bradley had gone from looking like a ditzy human Barbie doll.

"Bimbo gas!" someone screamed. Everyone started to run and panic while James stayed low. He pulled his shirt over his mouth and hid out of sight while people fled and Plain Jane left out the window as she forget them and started doing battle with The Flyin' Hawaiian outside. James couldn't even hope to enjoy the fight scene as he saw more people collapsing while they ran past him. He hoped the shirt would filter the chemicals, or the cubicle would block the flow of the air. Maybe the window would suck it back out eventually. People were reaching the doors, just to find that Jane had barricaded them from the outside.

"Oh... ohmigawd!" James watched as Carol (the chubby lady from accounting) instantly shed about 100 pounds as it rolled over her body and piled into her ass and tits like some burrowing parasite. Eli from a few seats down collapsed right into the glass top of his cubicle, moaning as his tits burst out of his button-up shirt. His new jugs spread against the glass until the fabric of his shirt wrapped back around them as a cheetah print top.

Ultimately, James learned he couldn't escape his new body. He smelled the vaguely perfumed gas as his skin itches. It turned to a tan shade all the way down his arms until his fingernails turned bubblegum pink. His hips and chest expanded as his clothes stretched to stay tight on him. They went from business casual to streetwalker in their own transformation.

"Oh mo. Oh ban..." he muttered tensely. It was James' first transformation, and he'd often worried it would hurt, but it really just felt strange. Like he was made of rubber and it was harmlessly stretching him out (like Senor Fan-Plastico). He noticed his slurred words a moment later, reaching up to feel his lips puffed out like they were either injected with something or he had been stung in the mouth by a bee. By the time his breasts stopped growing, he had to slouch forward to deal with the weight. He gave them a quick pat down, and they were definitely huge and heavy. They were like two beach balls full of lead.

James finally looked across the aisle at the next pane of glass. Looking right back at him was the reflection of another bimbo, his face done up with bright and trashy makeup that didn't come off (or even smudge) when he wiped at it. His hair was now a candy apple red like a stripper would have dyed it to be.  His shoes were now open-toed high heels, and his dainty feet with painted nails seemed perfectly angled to fit into them. He was a bonafide bimbo alright. At least they'd probably get out of work early...

"So this is another effect of the gas?" one of the police officers asked. The police were always called in on these matters. They had everyone present ID's, so they could update their records about who was turned into who. It was part of the reason that supervillains were such an issue, because if anyone went unregistered when they changed, then nobody could tell who to blame or track when Crimeosaurus went on a rampage.

"No, I've been like this for years," Mary answered, breathing another puff of her cigarette and brushing aside her emo bangs. "I made fun of some goth witches in high school so I'm permagoth. It must not be compatible with bimbo gas, or something."

James sighed as he waited in line, leaning on one desk or another while he stumbled around in his heels. He just wanted to get done with this and get home. He had to take stock of what he was working with here, and maybe get out of these damn shoes. He was glad to find that he could tug on his outfit and the clothes and shoes slipped off normally, but he couldn't go around the office naked. Besides, if he got rid of the heels, he could always go shoe shopping!

That thought didn't really stand out as odd at the moment as the next officer called him over. The policeman's exposure to whatever curse or serum was clear by the comically huge bulge in his pants that he ignored entirely. James wished he had the wits about him to do the same, because he found himself staring with his mouth open witlessly. It just ended up with him falling flat on his silicone-padding front again when the heels went off balance.

"I'm babck," James reported as he tossed his keys onto the counter and kicked off the high heels at last. He had put on his jacket for the walk home, but his chest was so much bigger now that it couldn't close all the way. All it did was zip up below his jugs and push them upward.

"Rough day at work, huh?" Sam was watching tv in the living room. She just went by Sam, and it had seemed rude for James to ask if she was always a woman with short, smooth brown hair. She was clearly under some kind of curse, as one could see just from looking at her. She was watching tv practically upside down, gracefully balanced on one leg. The other was bent up over her shoulder while she arched her back backwards, the pink leotard and tutu accentuating her every delicate muscle in the impressive stretch. As long as you gave her some room for random dancing and posing, Sam was a pretty helpful roommate.

"Yup. Terroritht gasth. Now I loog like a slud. Ugh! How am I supposhed to talk wit dese wips?!"

"Try opening your mouth wider. Talk a little slower, maybe?" Sam offered. She broke out of her stretching pose, walking casually towards James before breaking into a perfect pirouette before she reached the kitchen.

"I'm... trying. Ah. That sucks. And I'm worried about why this mouth is so big." Opening his mouth wider than he thought he could did make it easier, but he had to talk a little slower as a result. His voice had changed to this high, slightly nasally squeak, so there wasn't much of a reason not to change his speech patterns already. "How did you get used to it?"

"The cursed tights?" Sam asked naturally. Of course people had asked her about her condition before. "Well it gives me all the stamina and muscle I need..." Sam never broke eye contact as she raised a leg to rest on the countertop at a perfect horizontal bridge. "I need to eat a little more so I have the carbs for when I do... well, this. But it's not like it changed who I was on the inside. I still don't know how you pronounce a pure-olet. I'm just good at them."

"You really are good..." James muttered.

"So what about your new body? Does it get in your mind at all?" Sam went on as she went into a split. James was too used to it by now to care, but could appreciate the slender woman's build anyway. At least Sam didn't have to worry about jumbo knockers.

"I dunno. It's like, y'know..." James tried to snap his fingers, but that scraped his long nails together in an uncomfortable way. "Ow... but that! It gets into my, like, way I talk sometimes."

"Not all the time? That's good. That should be easy for you to block out once you catch on that it's there. I used to speak French when I was mad," Sam confirmed. "Is that really all?"

When Sam put it like that, it didn't seem that big a deal. "Well... I literally tripped over myself at work when I saw this sexy policeman. And I've never even looked at another guy in the locker room before. And I got excited when I learned I could go shoe shopping to replace these dumb fucking heels."

"So it sounds like more of a reflex than a compel. If you don't know what else to do, your body will try to make you do those. So can you keep an eye on yourself and make sure you don't go sucking strangers' dicks while you're not looking?"

"Oh, haha," James said with a roll of his big green eyes. "It's not that bad."

"Good." Sam popped back up to her feet (or rather balancing on the tips of her toes). "Admitting that is the first real step. You look a little different, but the people who matter will know. You want my advice?" Sam twirled around while James nod, but she still seemed to notice anyway.

"Go to your room. Get naked and just start exploring. In a couple hours, we'll go shopping for some new clothes and get some dinner. There's a whole new you that you need to explore."

James did just as she suggested. He was glad to see that the clothes came off just like the shoes. He was still a tanned, stripperific redhead with ass and tits that were way too cylindrical and huge to be real. He bounced on his toes and giggled when the booty bounced with the same unnatural elasticity of his chest. His nipples looked extra tiny on the tips of such giant breasts, but they were sensitive to the touch, especially when he used them as little handles to wobble his funbags around.

“Ohhh fug,” he moaned through his warped lips. “I hate how hot I am. I shouldn’t be able to make myself this horny, but… as long as I’m already naked.” He turned and shook his ass for the mirror again before laying back. He instinctively spread his legs out wide, as if it was some bimbo trigger to laying down on a bed.  He pulled his pussy lips apart, gently moving the soft and seemingly well-used pussy lips to get a good look at himself in the mirror. Although he’d later find that he couldn’t cut or change his hair from its carefully maintained shape, his pubic hair was always kept trim in a tiny blonde bush. He noted that this premade body was supposed to be a dye job, but he was too excited to fully drink that in.

"Ohh, fug me," James mused softly, his shadowed eyes batting as his fat lips parted. He slid a carefully hand inside of himself, feeling the hard pink nail that tease his tender new genitalia. He felt the deep but vague warmth in his groin as she fingers seemed to know just where to go on their own. With one fateful curl of his finger, he let out a high and passionate moan as he first found his clitoris. His hips lifted all the way off the bed as he gasped for air, seeming to forget how to breathe for a moment. He kept fingering himself just how his body seemed to crave, his body kept stiff and shocked as he kept hitting this unknown itch. His clit was soon hard and thick enough for him to pinch and rub on either side with the tips of his nails, teasing it while careful not to scratch himself up with his new nail job.

"Ohmigod! Ohhh, fuck!" he moaned like a porn starlet gone out of control. "Fuckmefuckmefuckeme HARRRRD!" His whiny and needy cry peaked as he crossed his legs around his hand. His big hips humped his fingers, cumming hard as he squirted thickly over his hand. He flopped back onto the bed at last as all that tension left him, his huge breasts bobbing around like balloons while his head lolled to look at the mirror. He had to snort at his ditzy expression gawking back at him. At least his hair was still perfect.

James went ahead with the rest of Sam's plan as well. After fooling around with himself a little more, they went out shopping. James wore his old hoodie, sneakers that didn't fit his feet anymore, and some loose jeans since they were the only things that did a decent job covering his new body. Bra and underwear were clearly out of the question with his humpable hips compared to his usual boxers, and the shoes were just awful. He realized that his feet were built for high heels, and while his balance was fine his toes ached and his heels felt uncomfortable to be flat on the ground. Sam waited around posing and dancing while he tried things on, and both of them caught him starting to flip out over sales and shoes. It was getting easy to look out for, so long as he kept his head on his shoulders. Still, it was clear his outfits were going to be limited. A woman at his size wore either something frumpy and concealing or skimpy and tight, so he ended up with a mix of both.

So it was the next day that James hooked on his first bra, buttoned up his tight blouse, put on a skirt that was a little too long, and slid into some comfortable but tasteful heels before heading back to work. And there... things were fine. Everyone went back to work just like him, so the office was a comical sight: stuffed full of busty bimbos and photogenic porn stars that were actually running a perfectly competent office. There weren't any cute boys to spark his instincts, and while the valley girl brain couldn't do math very well, he easily overwhelmed such anxieties with his own knowledge. It was like Sam had said. It hadn't done much to his mind, just a few old lizard brain instincts. Nothing worse than jumping at lightning or thinking there were monsters in the shadows (or in this case, wanting to buy makeup and talk in valley girl lingo).

"So how was work?" Sam asked when he got home, stretching her leg perfectly vertical while she was fixing a sandwich.

"Not that bad!" James said brightly. He smiled widely, finding that the expression thinned his lips out and made them easier to talk around. "You were right. It's pretty manageable. Mostly I just smile more and move my keyboard farther back so I can see past my tits. Other than that... progress."

"Glad to hear," Sam said as she finally lowered her leg and twirled to face James. She kissed him lightly on his big, pouty lips, feeling a tingle even through his overstuffed mouth. "To celebrate, maybe you'd like to go explore that body again? Maybe with an extra set of hands this time to really get to know it better."

"OMG," James sighed quietly as he really started thinking about how flexible his roommate was.