In Vain, In Chaste
Dani sighed as she walked down the sidewalk, face caked in makeup, making her feel like she was trapped in a makeup tray, breasts weighing her down, drawing the attention of countless men, and shopping bags full of brand new clothes, primarily pink, lacy, and tight. She couldn't stop herself anymore if she went anywhere, and she saw something cute in the store window. It was like she moved on her own, buying it and trying it on right when she got home, hoping it would make her feel any way but bubbly and sick. Not even a month ago this would have been a dream come true, letting herself loose and becoming the dumb ditz that she was, but now all she could do was aimlessly improve herself for a man she would rather not meet, as a small part of her core was both reveling in the disgusting pressure of being such a dumb slut, and calling out to be free of its silicone and moisturizer prison.
Every day was spent chasing a high. Chasing the high that she had felt the day it all started. Dani wasn't always this way, she used to be “Daniel” although she could hardly think of herself that way now. He loved the idea of someday taking the plunge and starting on Bimbonex, he had been subscribed to their newsletter for well over a year, and tales of guys becoming dumb sluts, willing or not, through their testimonials made Daniel feel a way he couldn't really describe. Becoming a bimbo, beginning a transition into the pretty pink pleasure of being too dumb to look after herself, and her largest concern on any day being the thickness of her lips or how her ass looked in a pair of jeans (fat, although it wasn't because of the jeans.) But he could never pull the trigger. What he needed was someone to pull the trigger for him. For someone to shove him into a life of tight clothes and bouncy boobs. And, for better or for worse, Bimbonex Pharmaceuticals delivered.
The moment Daniel read his email from Bimbonex, revealing that his transformation had begun and he had no say in the matter, was a high point, to say the least. But the highest highs are followed by the lowest lows. After that release of desire, Daniel felt all of that pleasure and excitement drain from him permanently, replaced by the looming knowledge that everything was going to change forever. The feeling that maybe… becoming a bimbo wasn't going to be so great. Of course, it was! But Daniel just couldn't feel that way anymore, as if his fetish was taken from him. The changes all began their gradual ascent at about the same time. Over the next couple of days, her breast size went from nonexistent to double-D's, naturally adjusting her posture as it went on to account for the added weight. Her new way of being naturally lent itself to highlighting her new, shapely bottom and smooth skin as well, as long blonde hair cascading down her back. As if to come with the blonde hair, as it grew, so did Dani's newfound difficulty to deal with basic concepts she never struggled with before. If she was to go to school now, or even try to get a practical job, she would absolutely fail. At the end of it all, what was left over was a bimbo, plain and simple. One who couldn't stand her new, bouncy form.
Every day since then Dani spent every moment trying to feel the pleasure that the idea of becoming a Bimbo once gave her. And, no matter what, it always ended the same way. A walk of shame from the salon or shopping district to show herself off to the city, after buying hundreds of dollars worth of beauty products, or clothing, or even getting light cosmetic surgery, taking what should already be a perfectly fine, natural bimbo body and pushing it further. Anything to feel that rush, but it always felt empty, leaving her light-headed and helpless. every day trying to be prettier, fueled by both her natural instincts, and wanting to feel that pleasure, but never being satisfied, a vicious cycle. Regardless of what happened, of how low she felt she fell, Dani would always be chasing that high.
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