From Scientist to Bimbo

Candice nodded at the voice, her head so light and free. She looked down at her tits. They could be so much bigger. Her hair, so lovely and vibrant and dark blond, could be so much more striking a tone. One vial of serum, with all that hot giggly goodness, was right there on the table, and the other one was right there in her purse...

With a happy little simper, she grabbed the vial off the table, rooting around in her purse with her other hand. She unloaded both into her mouth like she was drinking from big, hot cocks. The sweet bubblegum taste filled her up.

Hotness was coming. All she had to do was wait. She sighed, examining Ryan's sleeping form. Probably it would be better for him if she got out of the apartment. She'd hate for him to see her so hot and not be able to do anything about it.

A thought struck her, one of the last she would have that night. She upended her purse. Where was that phone number for Officer Alvarez? She wanted to meet him. But first, she giggled, he'd have to catch her. She planned on driving very fast. Joyrides were like, totally cool.

* * * * *

Candice woke up next to her bed the following morning, her bedsheets wrapped around her. Ryan was on the bed still, snoozing away, his body uncovered.

She searched around the room, seeing the clock on the wall. Eight o'clock. Had only two hours passed, really?

Walking to the window, she peeked outside. No. The sun was coming up outside.

Fourteen hours her mind had been gone, belonging to someone or something else. What had happened? What had she done?

She shuddered to find out. Sniffing her hand, she drew back in shock and arousal. Cum. They both smelled strongly of hot, delicious mancum that she could drink and love and enjoy for hours and...

No, Candice. No! That's not you. That's this...this thing you've let inside you!

Right? Wasn't that like...bad?

Ugh. Thinking was such a chore.

She couldn't remember anything after she and Ryan fucked last night. That was a bit troubling, but oh well. She couldn't focus on it, really.

A good fuck should leave a hot babe's mind empty, after all.

Yeah. Yeah! And she was a totally hot babe now. She stood up and admired her body. Her tummy was completely flat. Her tits ballooned outward, easily D cups, defying gravity with every perky little bounce. Her skin had a smooth, hot, tanned luster to it that had never been there before. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back, perfect and silky and bright blond.

Candice shot herself a little kiss in the mirror above her dresser. She was surprised to find herself turned on just from the little gesture.

Fuck. She was turning herself on, now? Wow. She couldn't even hardly imagine what she would do to all those big hot cocks she was going to run into at the university.

She got dressed, finding her closet strangely rearranged. All of her normal wardrobe items were in a pile in the back. All her serious suits and long dresses and conservative colors. In their place was a wide array of skirts and tops, all of them just slightly too small and entirely too sexy to wear around.

Her cunt moistened, looking at them.

God, she could wear that tiny little white pleated skirt that would totally show off her legs and her ass. That would be scandalous, of course...knee socks. There were just loads of hot knee socks in the bag right beneath all those skirts. She could wear those, and those would hide her legs. That was a good idea.

Then her top, if her top was, say, that cute indigo blouse there with all those ruffles! Why, that would be a perfect match. It would show off her hot, firm tits in a nice respectable way.

Don't forget the heels.

Of course she couldn't forget the heels. She walked over to the other closet, which was Ryan's. Opening it, she saw all of his things on a pile on the floor, replaced by shelves with rows and rows of heels, arranged by rows of heel length and columns of color.

Her knees fluttered. Oh god. There were so many she could wear. There was like, way more than she could count easily. Way more than ten pairs. So many ways to be so hot.

She slipped on a pair of indigo pump heels. There. She clicked over to the mirror.

Very professional. Her bright sexy hair needing nothing done to it, teased out naturally and falling in graceful curves like a signpost to her perfect ass. She loved it.

She turned, noticing how the brief little skirt flashed her panties. She bit her lower lip, plump and juicy.

Maybe...maybe this was too much? Too daring?

Tweak your nipple and find out. Good girls think with their titties.

Oh, yes. That was a good idea. She tweaked her already-nipple, taking a deep breath.

Thirty bliss-filled minutes later, she arrived at work, after diddling her pussy while she waited in traffic. Men stared at her--her sock-covered legs, her tiny outfit. They were all wearing coats, hoodies--it was not a warm day.

Martha, at the front desk, whistled when she saw her.

"Hot date tonight?"

Candice giggled. "Something like that. I felt like a change."

"Like a lot of changes, it looks like."

Martha's stare was clearly disapproving. Candice felt bad for a moment.

That bitch is just jealous of how hot we are. She'll get hers later. Put on a hot bimbo smile!

Candice did. It was just so much easier to relinquish control, to let emptiness and happiness rule.

"Oh yes. I really wanted to go all out."

"I can see that. Was your drive in here safe?"

Candice tittered. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You didn't hear about that?"

"Um, hear about what?"

"It's the nuttiest damn thing I ever heard. This chick is pulled over for swerving all over the highway, but when she is, the police start gangbanging her."

"What?"

"Yeah! They go hog wild on her pussy, her ass, her mouth. And the entire time she's cheering them on. From what the police say, they think she instigated it somehow. Using chemicals, something like that. Every policeman is in the hospital now. Says they can't hardly remember anything. One of them, Alvarez I think his name was? He's in critical condition. Poor guy has a wife and kids."

Oh god. Oh god, that's what she had done.

She hoped, biting her lip like she was, that she looked worried.

Not completely and totally turned on like she most definitely was at the thought of fucking a family man close to death just because it turned her on to do so. Because she was hot enough to do such a thing. Oh goddd...

Martha was still talking. "You know what it makes me think of?"

"What?"

"That incident with Larry. You know, when I found him the other day, he was just reeking of sex. What if it was the same person? I mean, this chick put three policemen in the hospital, she fucked them so much. How many women like that could there possibly be?"

"Oh, Martha, I don't know...that seems far-fetched."

Martha sighed. "Maybe you're right. I don't know. It's just nuts, isn't it?"

"Totally." Candice was having far too much of this conversation already. "Okay, well like, I've got to get to work. Bye!"

Candice rushed into the elevator, trying to hide the shock on her face. When she was finally alone, she put a hand to her mouth.

She had put policemen in the hospital! Larry! What if she had done that to Ryan! Oh my god, she could have murdered someone by fucking them so hard!

Mmmph. Her fingers drifted onto her tits, holding them tight through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Why did that thought make her so indescribably wet? Was it the thought of just being that perfectly hot and arousing? That she was becoming so gorgeous every night that men couldn't help but give her what she wanted? Even if they were risking their lives when they did?

Her fingers drifted over toward her pussy. That was hot. That was...

Wrong. Really, really wrong! God, you're not a man, Candice! Think with something else other than your sex drive! You're a scientist! Fix this!

Just...like, you know. Fix it right after giving yourself a nice hot little cum. She hit the stop button on the elevator, making sure she had some privacy, and then slipped her perfectly-manicured fingers deep into her hot little cunt.

* * * * *

Candice's mind came-to out of her orgasm haze some hours later. She was in her lab, giggling and sliding a test tube in and out of her mouth. Phalluses were so cool.

Around her were a number of half-mixed vials of serum.

Oh wow. She could like, totally finish those, and then drink them all, and then like, be a perfect hot super fun-fun bimbo forever an' ever an' ever an'...and...and...

Fight it.

Don't. It's so much more fun to give in, sweetie!

That! That right there! Who was that? A voice in her head? Some ghost possessing her? A demon? What? She had no real idea, but of course she linked it back to the serum. It was some...some part of her, she theorized. Some old, untapped, vain, catty part that wanted nothing but to be fucked and adored and put on a pedestal for being pretty.

She knew the feeling, but she didn't know that person quite well enough yet.

Yes. There was an idea. She had to know her enemy, somehow. She had to figure out whatever it was this entity wanted. Otherwise she would be at its mercy.

She looked around at the mess of her lab. Even with all her recent experimenting, she had cleaned nothing up.

Some part of her, the rational part perhaps, said to destroy all her findings. She had put Larry in the hospital after all, and policemen too, and who knew what else, and everything here was just evidence.

But a different part--the better part, she thought--knew there was good in the serum. It had helped her lose weight, and had certainly made her much more gorgeous and desirable to men. What woman wouldn't want that? And if every woman could make themselves the image of what a man wanted, wouldn't there be less strife and struggle in the world to become some ideal lady for men to pine over? If all women were gorgeous, wouldn't that pave the way for equality, since men could no longer judge a gal on what she looked like but instead what she was capable of? That was a noble idea, yes?

Her fingers slid on top of her pussy. She tried and failed to move them away. Oh well. The felt nice. Sooo nice.

And, of course, if she sold the serum, wouldn't she net herself a tidy little profit on top of that? Didn't she deserve to live comfortably for all her hard work over her many years?

Yesss. Her fingers slid along her hot, ultra-sensitive clit. If she just tapped it softly every few seconds, she could keep her mind together. Continuing that action, she decided she had to find out how to work this serum and make it as safe as she could.

So she devised a plan, soft little strokes to her hot clit delivered all the while.

First, she would lock down the lab entirely, no one in or out. It appeared someone had already fixed the door that Larry had broken, so that was accomplished easily enough with a few button-pushes at the keypad next to the outer lab door.

Then she would finish all the serum. That took about an another hour. Simple enough. The formula didn't take much.

Then, she grabbed a full vial of serum, and sat herself down in the testing room. There were two high definition video cameras in there, so she would have full view of herself during the change. Sitting down in the room, she thought--well, I should grab another camera, just in case. The one right next to all the vials of serum. Yes.

She walked over to the camera, snatching it up. Nearby, each vial of serum emanated a soft, unearthly glow. She should...maybe, grab one more just to be sure she was giving herself the full treatment. She would probably only have one shot at this recording.

Yes. Two more vials, for a total of three. That ought to be plenty. More than enough. Okay.

With six vials in her hands, she walked back to the testing room, punching in the keypad to lock her in for twelve hours. More than long enough for her mind to return to her.

She thought for a moment that she ought to call Ryan, let him know something was up, but it was so hard to talk and tell him something like this...

He'll be fine. He's a man. Men are so strong and cool. Besides, if he leaves you, so what? You're hot now. Hot babes are only a cute outfit away from a totally awesome new dick in their lives.

For once, she and the entity agreed. Candice didn't spend very much time focusing on this before chugging away at the vials.

* * * * *

Thirteen hours later, Candice woke up on the floor of the lab, completely naked, the automatic door softly sliding into her luscious legs.

She stood up slowly, her hands struggling to find a spot on the floor that wasn't already covered in the immense length of her hair. It was so soft. Like a big pool of silk surrounding her.

She stood up, wobbling around, looking for signs of life. It was dark in the lab, dark outside. The clock said it was almost two in the morning.

Wow.

The only real thought on her mind was how distantly horny she was. The way sometimes someone could be hungry but not feeling it, knowing the very first thing they saw that was edible, they would try and put inside their mouth. She felt that way about cock right now.

She found a spare lab coat--it wouldn't fit around her tits, but at least it was something to wear. Every movement of hers clunky and slow, trying to maneuver around the enormity of her tits, she turned on the recording.

The bright screen illuminated the room, casting a soft glow on Candice's somewhat-blank pretty face.

She watched the transformation. Drinking all those vials seemed to have put her into some ecstatic state for nearly an hour, and as her hair grew and grew, her legs lengthening, her tits expanding and her waist narrowing, she did not remove her fingers from her pussy. It seemed like she was cumming every other second, each new orgasm building on the last. She had a picture-perfect bronze tan, her nose button-cute, her eyes bright bright blue. Once, they had been an almost colorless black. She had nearly forgotten about that.

Candice fast-forwarded past much of it. It was hard to watch without fingering herself again.

Do it anyway. Your pussy is sooo pretty. Pretty pretty pussy for a pretty pretty bimbo.

"Shut. Up!"

Though stern, Candice couldn't help but hate herself for acknowledging the voice. That made her, made Candi, even more real.

She knew the name now. Now that she was looking at her. It was undeniable.

The fast-forwarded figure slipped up on the table in the observation room. Candice slowed the tape down to regular speed. The bimbo on the screen was totally naked now. Candi's legs were crossed, her long hair puddling on the table behind her. As if she was waiting for just this moment to occur.

Uncrossing her legs, Candi turned toward the camera. She slipped one hand between her legs, and put the other on her enormous exposed tits.

"Hi there, sweetums." She smiled dazzingly. "You're watching me, huh? Gosh, I'm super pretty, right?

Mmmph. She really, really was. Candice was panting at the screen, just watching the beauty move and speak.

But...but how did Candi know Candice was watching? What gave it away?

Did Candi have direct access to Candice's thoughts?

Of course I do, sweetie! Now, listen up. I'm talking.

"You see," the beauty on the screen giggle, "like, the thing is, you really, really hate what you are. You like, despise yourself. That's why you want me! I love myself. I love the way I talk," she giggled, "I love the way I walk," she stood up and took a long, slow strut across the room. Her legs were polished with pussy juice.

"I love the way I suck, I love the way I fuck. And I especially love the way I look." She giggled again, holding her big tits against her chest. They bounced happily as she let them go. "Just about everyone loves that, though. Didn't you know that? Didn't you know, already, that you would like this better? You may as well like, give in. I know there's some vials right over there..."

There were. Candice squirmed. Her thoughts were so empty and silly. It was so hard to hold on to them. A vial, though, she could hold onto that.

Before she knew it, one was in her hands. Drinking it would only last...only last a moment...

"Like, get rid of that stupid boyfriend of yours. He doesn't deserve you. You need like, a real man, babes. You need a super stud that doesn't break in half and cum himself into the hospital just because you fuck him all good and stuff. Or," she giggled. "Just because I do, anyway. Right? So like, do me this favor. Take some serum. Get hotter and blonder again. You'll love it. And even if you don't...you won't remember!"

"No," Candice whispered, her thumb running over the vial. It was so warm, so glowy. "No, I like...I like, can't."

"You like, totally can. Just give in. You don't have to be around anymore. You just have to give yourself up to the hot, wonderful pleasure of being me forever after, babes. Wouldn't that be nice? Don't you think you'd have like, a totally awesome time? Come on, sexy. Do it for me. Please?"

Candice's hand found her pussy, sliding her fingers inside. God, that felt so good! Her thoughts became warm and fuzzy.

Yeah...just a little serum. Just to make Candi happy. Didn't she want to make Candi happy? Candi was so pretty, and it was so fucking hot and cool when hot girls were happy.

"Your hair could be like this, all the time, forever and ever" giggled Candi, drawing out a three-foot long strand of golden perfection. "Isn't that totally hot? Your boobies, they could be so big you could lick them yourself! They probably are already! Check it out!"

Propping one tit up while still holding the serum vial, Candice explored with her tongue. Candi was right. She could suck her own nipples. The feeling was intense and orgasmic, all at once. The bimbofied beauty had trouble keeping her seat.

I love this, Candice realized. I love being seduced like this. I love being the only one who can make Candi happy. There's so much joy Candi could have, just from me! The thought that she was standing in the way of it felt almost obscene.

Touch yourself, sweetie.

Candice did, sliding her fingers even more up into her wet entrance. Her thumb rotated on her hot clit. The pleasure was immediate and immense.

Candi is more important than you.

That thought, even though it wasn't hers, made her cunt pulse ecstatically. Candice fingered harder, holding the vial of serum.

Candi is better than you.

Candice whimpered. She knew it was true. She wanted it to be true. She wanted to scream it from the halls. Candi was here. Candi was here and so very happy!

She popped the top off the serum vial, staring at it as she fingered herself, feeling so helpless. So incredibly achy and lusty.

Candi deserves everything.

Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!

She downed the vial, willingly giving up control of her life for the first time. She could feel Candi's hot, giggly, bubblegum grip slide over her mind, pushing Candice down into a realm of the deepest, darkest, purest pleasures that existed in her mind.

* * * * *

Candi was in full control, happily fingering her cunt. All she had to do was look at her own reflection in the chrome door of the lab refrigerator, her mass of perfect blond locks, her amazing legs, her wonderful breasts. She was dynamite. She was wonderful. She was the best thing on the planet.

Once more, for probably the dozenth time in less than half an hour, she came, looking only at the incredible plush curves of her lips.