5 comments/ 143561 views/ 29 favorites Bimbos and Cuffs By: ChrystalWynd Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town. The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life. Synopsis: A woman gets more than she bargains for when she picks up a bimbo at a bar. * I shuddered as the bimbo's tongue flickered skillfully over my clit. I was seconds away from an explosive orgasm and I wanted to savor the sensations. Pleasure won out, however, and moments later I was wriggling in my bonds as waves of pure heat burned through my belly. As I finally settled down and waited for my heart to stop pounding, I glanced down between my thighs. Bunny or Candy or whatever the hell her name was was looking up at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen from someone who had not just had a huge orgasm. Her eyes were bright as she licked her thick bee-stung lips clean. "You just came, right, Sherry? You just had a great big orgasm, right? Right?" she said. I rolled my eyes. "Of course I just came. You were here. You didn't notice?" I had picked her up in a ladies-only bar earlier tonight. I had been horny and she was gorgeous, with the biggest rack I had seen in a long time. She was also a bimbo to the Nth degree and it wasn't difficult to pour a few drinks in her and get her back to my place. As soon as she unlocked the handcuffs and ankle cuffs, I was going to kick her ass out the door. She had done her job. Hell, she had done more than a good job. I didn't usually let anyone- let alone someone I didn't know- cuff me up. I usually do the cuffing. But she had looked so adorable when she asked, saying she wanted to make me feel as good as I had made her feel, so I finally said, why not? The bimbo crawled from between my legs and lay down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder. "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, I'm glad," she said. "I'm really glad!" "Hey, don't get comfortable, Bunny," I said. "You need to unlock me." "Buffy," she said. "My name is Buffy. Well, was. Now my name is Wendy. Yes, my name is Wendy! I can say it again!" "Buffy, Bunny, Wendy, whatever. Just unlock me, alright?" "Oh, I don't think so. Not yet, anyway. I want to make sure," she said. *Oh, shit. I hope I didn't pick up psycho-chick.* "Make sure of what?" I asked. "I just want to make sure you were the right..." I felt her finger tracing over my hair. "Oh, there we go. Blonde. And I'm not using so much bimbo-speak. Yeah, the transfer was successful. Congratulations, Sherry! You just became a bimbo!" I stiffened. "What? What the hell are you talking about? Are you on medication?" Buffy/Bunny laughed. "No, I'm not crazy. I'm just a girl with a problem. Well, now you're the girl with the problem, but still, either way, I'm not crazy." "Okay, from where I stand, you sound crazy, alright?" I said. I was getting tired of this. My pussy was still tingling, however, and my nipples were rock hard, so I didn't manage any real heat to my words. Still, she needed to unlock me soon. I didn't think she was going to rob me blind, but I didn't want to take any chances. Buffy took one of my cigarettes out of the pack and lit it. She breathed deep and then released the smoke, obviously enjoying the nicotine rush. She then held the cigarette to my lips so I could take a hit. As I released the smoke, it struck me that Buffy seemed to have reverse highlights rather than pure blonde hair. I could see streaks of black running through her long locks, which was a bit strange...I would have sworn she had pure blonde hair. "Okey dokey, here's the deal. You're becoming a bimbo. I can tell you about it now because you can't stop it, okay? No matter what happens, you can't stop what's happening to you, so getting crazy with me isn't going to help. In fact, it's really in your best interest to listen to what I say, because I have information you're going to need, and I won't bother if you get crazy, understand?" I hesitated, then nodded. She might be crazy, but I was still cuffed, so there wasn't much point in getting pissed off. Yet. "Alright," I said. "Say what you have to say." "Okay," she said, "First, look up at your ceiling mirror." Yes, I have a ceiling mirror right over my bed. I like mirrors, okay? I looked up. I could see myself cuffed to my bed, my wrists shoulder-width apart directly over my head, my ankles spread, each cuffed to a corner bedpost. I could see Buffy's lush naked body as well. "Alright, I'm looking. What am I looking for?" "Look closer," she said. "Look at your hair." I looked at my hair. It looked pretty much the same. Black, just past my shoulders in length. Then I looked again. Everything seemed fine...except... "Blonde! I have blonde streaks through my hair!" Buffy nodded. "Yep." She slid a hand up to my bare breast and cupped it. "And these are already getting bigger, too. See? You're already more than the handful you were before." I blinked. She was right. Holy shit. "What the hell did you do to me?!?" I said, in what was likely a less than calm tone. "Gently, now," she said. "Remember, if you get crazy, I'm out of here. Now, here's the deal. Think of it as sort of a virus, but non-contagious. Well, non-contagious to everyone except the final person you fuck. This virus is taking over your body. You're going to be a horny, giggling, busty bimbo fairly 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 behind the giggling and the mass of blonde hair you're going to end up with. Oh, hey, your hips are starting to widen." I looked up at the mirror. Sure enough, my hips were becoming wider, curving into my seemingly smaller waist. I glanced back at Buffy/Wendy. Her dark hair was becoming more prominent and her curves seemed less lush. "It's a virus?" I said. "I'm getting sick?" "Not a virus in the traditional sense. That's just a comparison. Anyway, there are a few rules you need to know about. Pay attention, because these rules are going to dictate your life for the next year. Damn, your boobs are getting big. You're gonna be quite the busty thing, babe." I looked down and realized I could barely see my bare feet now. My swelling boobs were blocking my view. "Are my toenails turning red?" I asked. The question seemed ludicrous at the moment, but I was trying to get my bearings. "Oh, yeah," she said. "You can't see it, but your fingernails are turning red, as well. Oh, and your lips are, too. They're swelling, by the way." "My fingers?" "No, your lips. They're swelling a lot. Damn, you're going to be extremely hot." I took several deep breaths, trying to keep calm. There was a knot of nervousness in my belly. I was also starting to feel embarrassingly aroused. "What are the rules?" I asked. "Glad you asked. They're simple, really, and there's only a few. Alright, rule number one...you have to give one hundred blowjobs, one hundred pussy fucks and one hundred ass fucks over the next year. Oh, and you have to lick one hundred pussies. That one is important, because the last one you do has to be a pussy licking or you won't pass on the virus." "What?!?" Wendy nodded. Her hair was nearly completely dark now, while mine had turned almost fully blonde. I couldn't see my bare feet any longer. "Exactly what I said. One hundred of each, and each one has to be with someone different. That means it doesn't matter how many times you give Joe Smith a blowjob, only one of them will count towards the hundred. And letting Joe Smith then fuck you up the ass doesn't count, either. Each one has to be with someone different. Wow, your ass is really swelling there, sweetie. I can tell just by looking and you're still laying on your back." "Wait a minute," I said. "One hundred blowjobs, pussy fucks, ass fucks and pussy lickings? But you said I only had a year!" Wendy ran a finger over my swelling lips. I was starting to have trouble talking without lisping. "Yep, you have one year. And yes, if you do the math, that means you have to do four hundred different people within three hundred and sixty-five days. So you'll need to double and triple up on some days. And I wouldn't take many days off, if I were you." I giggled. 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. "Well, first, let me warn you, make sure you do at least a hundred of each. You can do more if you have to, but don't do less. If you do two hundred blowjobs but no assfucks, even if you manage to pass on the virus you will be stuck with the bimbo ass you just got done and getting butt-fucked will then be the only way you can orgasm. And the need to get butt-fucked will be overwhelming." She ran her hand over my now sensitive nipples. I wriggled and moaned. "The same goes for blowjobs and licking pussies. The only difference with getting pussy-fucked is that if you don't do enough but manage to pass on the virus, you become super-fertile, and you really don't want to have an obsession for getting fucked there when you're super-fertile, trust me. One girl ended up with seven children in less than seven years, even though she was on the pill. She screwed everything that moved and her brood looked like a U.N. convention. Two kids were black, one was Asian...you get the idea. You *really* want to make sure you get a hundred of each." I giggled. I was feeling sooooo hot. "So, what, like, happens after I do a hundred of each?" Wendy ran her hand over my flat belly, resting it on my incredibly sensitive pussy. I shuddered. "Make sure you keep a careful count. You don't want to make any mistakes. You save the hundredth girl for last. Once you've taken care of all the others, you pick a girl and lick her until she orgasms. And when she comes, you will have passed the virus on to her." Wendy stood up. She was now a skinny girl with black hair, hardly the giggling sex toy I had brought home. She seemed completely relaxed now. I looked up at the mirror and realized my change was nearly complete. My hair was golden blonde and full. My boobs were huge jiggling masses, likely in the E-cup range. My hips had widened into lush curves rounding into my now tiny waist. My cherry red lips had swelled into thick, bee-stung fullness. Although there were some slight differences, I was the lush bimbo I had picked up earlier tonight in the bar. "Remember," said Wendy, "You only have a year. If you don't do them all in a year, the change is permanent." Wendy walked over to the dresser and got the keys to the cuffs. "I'm going to unlock one wrist and then leave you the keys to unlock yourself. I don't really need to be here when you get free. Heh." I giggled. "Did you do a hundred of each?" Wendy smiled. "Yes, I did. A little over a hundred on the blowjobs, because I wasn't sure about a couple. Always make sure you swallow. If they cum on your face, it doesn't count. Anyway, 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. Wendy unlocked my left wrist, then hesitated. "I almost forgot. Whoever you give the virus to...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 virus. I got stuck with Buffy. Your name is Sherry, so let's keep it close, cuz I'm sweet like that. You'll be...Cherry." Wendy slipped into her clothing. She was a thin black-haired girl in baggy clothes now. She handed me the keys, kissed me on the forehead and disappeared out the bedroom door. Seconds later I heard my front door close. I was busy unlocking the cuffs. Cherry had a lot of work to do. THE END *As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. Positive or negative.* Bimbos and Cuffs: Full Circle Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town. The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life. Synopsis: Cherry is at the end of her bimbo curse year, and it's time to pass the curse on. Note: This is a sequel to my story "Bimbos and Cuffs." You can read this one without having read the first, but this one will make more sense if you read "Bimbos and Cuffs" first. If you want to read the other one first, go ahead. We'll wait here while you do. Note: While we're waiting for the others to come back, I'd like to mention that this story is based on an idea offered by a fan. The girl is a bimbo herself, and she knows how a good bimbo story should go. ********** Bimbos and Cuffs: Full Circle Her hair was golden blonde and full, flowing down to her waist. Her boobs were simply overwhelming, squeezed together, perfectly round and swelled. The girl's lips were thick and bee-stung, red puffy pillows that just begged to wrap around a thick cock. Lush rounded hips curved inward to form a tiny waist. Her ass was a rounded half-moon bubble. It a body was built for pleasure. The blonde girl's eyes were enthusiastic but cheerfully lacking anything resembling intelligence. I clenched my teeth as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Or, at least, I tried to. It actually looked more like an adorable pucker. It was that last bit that really rankled me. I was built like a fucking over-sexed bimbo. I couldn't help that. But did I have to look and sound so brainless? Grrrrrrrrr. It was the nature of the curse that I had inherited almost one year ago from that bitch, Wendy. At least I wouldn't be "Cherry" much longer. I had done everything the curse demanded. I had given over one hundred blowjobs (one hundred and four, to be specific. I hit ninety-nine three days ago, but I accidentally got drunk with a group of college guys that night. Oops), I had gotten butt-fucked one hundred and one times (I really didn't want to make any mistakes there) and I had gotten pussy-fucked one hundred and eleven times (don't ever drink with a biker gang and think you're going to entertain only one of them). I was at ninety-nine pussy lickings and I was ready to pass the curse on to some other lucky girl. But it had to be tonight. If I didn't pass this thing on by midnight, I was stuck like this permanently. I turned away from the mirror and felt the momentum cause my boobs to jiggle side-to-side for several moments after I stopped moving. I giggled as they settled back into place. The problem with this curse was that the more I acted like a bubble-headed bimbo, the more natural it felt. My body was so fucking responsive to sex now that it was embarrassing, and I had a constant overwhelming need for cum. But that was all going to end tonight. I looked over the potential candidates in the bar. I had returned to the very ladies-only bar where I had picked up Wendy last year. It seemed appropriate, and, as much as I really wanted some cum inside me, there were a lot more candidates for a pussy-licking this way. My gaze rested on a redhead for a moment, then moved to a brunette sitting not far away. Both appeared to flirting with a group of biker chicks, so I continued looking around. At the other end of the bar sat a thin girl with longish black hair. There was something familiar about her. Then it hit me. I knew exactly who she was. I jiggled my way to the end of the bar, hips twitching and rolling, and slid onto the bar stool next to the girl. She was exactly who I thought she was. This was too perfect. "Hi, Wendy!" I chirped. Wendy turned and blinked. "Cherry? Is that you?" I couldn't believe my luck. Wendy. The girl who passed this bimbo curse to me in the first place was here, tonight of all nights. I giggled. "Yeppers!" I said. I really couldn't wait to get rid of this airheaded vocabulary. At the moment, however, it was the only way I could speak. At least, until midnight. "Oh, wow, look at you! You're still blonde and everything! Hasn't it been a year yet?" she said . I giggled. "Nopers! Not 'til, like, next week, you know?" Wendy nodded. "Real soon, then! Have you done enough to pass it on yet?" I giggled and shrugged, inadvertently causing my huge boobs to jiggle. "Ummmmm.....not yet. I still have, like, two or three blowjobs to go, and, like, I still gotta let someone do my ass again and stuff, you know? And I still gotta lick three more pussies. But I am sooooooo close! Isn't it exciting? Yay!" Wendy smiled, knowing I couldn't help sounding like a bimbo teeny-bopper. "So what brings you here tonight, Cherry? You're not going to find any candidates for a blowjob or butt-fucking here, you know." I giggled. "I knoooooooow, but heck, I still need to lick a few cuties, so I might as well get one tonight, you know?" Wendy nodded. "Makes sense. Want a drink or are you on the prowl?" I giggled. "I'm always on the prowl! Rawwwwr! But I'll totally hang for a drink or two first." Wendy smiled. "Great! I'll buy!" I smiled vapidly as she gave our order to the barmaid. Yes, I had lied to her about when the last day of the year was. And about how many blowjobs and butt-fuckings I had left. And how many pussy-lickings I had left. Yes, I had definitely lied. I had a delicious plan now, however. Heh. I bought the next round of drinks. And the round after that. And the round after that as well. Wendy was definitely leery at first. Twice she had me take sips of her drink, and one time she switched our drinks completely. She made jokes about it, but she was obviously making sure I didn't spike her drink. That was fine with me. I wasn't trying to drug her; I was simply making sure she drank more than I did. I was subtly pouring substantial amounts of my drinks on the floor. I had to drink a fair amount to maintain the appearance, and I was buzzing pretty good, but soon she was swaying on the stool and ripe for picking. A good thing, since it had taken longer than I liked. It was getting late. "Oh!" I said, "We're both, like, kinda buzzy! Why don't we go to my place? It's not far, you know, and you can lay down and stuff!" "Oh, yeah...I memmer your place...heh. Yeah, less go, Cherry!" she said. I giggled. She was definitely drunk. An easy target. Getting her naked was even easier than I expected. She was aroused and wriggling and cooperated wonderfully when I started slipping her clothes off her body. "Oh, hey, I memmer this room!" she said. "I was a total bimbo then." I nodded as I slipped easily out of my clothes. I glanced at the clock, then pressed my boobs against hers and nibbled on her neck. "Yeppers, I remember," I said between nibbles. "You were totally hot and yummy." "Mmmmmmm," she said. "You even let me cuff you to the bed." "Rawwwwwr! I totally remember that! In fact, like, it's my turn to cuff you to the bed! You sooooooo owe me!" Her foggy mind turned the thought over slowly. I could tell she knew something wasn't right about the idea, but she wasn't sure what. Finally, she nodded. "Yeah, okay, Cherry! That would be cool! But I want to hold the keys, alright?" I giggled. "Awesome!" I said. I went to my nightstand and got my handcuffs and ankle cuffs out. "Lay down on your back, like, cutie," I said. Wendy stretched out on my bed and allowed me to cuff her hands above her head and her ankles spread-eagle. Perfect! I crawled between her legs and looked at the clock. It read 11:33. I was cutting it closer than I liked, but there was still plenty of time. "Oh! You are soooooo gonna love this!" I said. Then I giggled and went down on her. I used every trick I had learned over the course of my previous ninety-nine pussy lickings. I worked her clit with my tongue mercilessly, bringing her to the edge several times, but not quite able to bring her all the way. My eyes kept darting to the clock on my nightstand. It read 11:54. I could feel panic starting to build. I knew then that Wendy had realized what I was trying to do and she was actively resisting an orgasm. I began to run my tongue around her clit desperately, licking and sucking as her hips wriggled beneath me. Then, without warning, she suddenly cried out and her back arched. I continued licking her through the torrid orgasm, her spray across my cheeks telling me she wasn't faking it. Her writhing hips finally settled down and, with my heart beating in my throat, I looked at the clock. 11:58. I squealed in exultation. I had done it! Number one hundred! I had just passed the bimbo virus back to Wendy! Aroused by my own success, I crawled up the still-cuffed Wendy and straddled her mouth. I wanted to watch her lick my pussy as she slowly changed back into a lush, horny bimbo. I leaned forward and grasped the railing just above Wendy's hands, then slowly pressed my smooth pussy against her mouth. "Lick me, cutie!" I said with a giggle. "I soooooo want to, like, feel that tongue totally licking my clitty, you know?" Then I blinked. I had just passed the virus or curse or whatever it was back to Wendy. Why the hell was I still talking in bimbo-speak? And that's when I felt the handcuffs lock around my wrists. Wendy wriggled out from underneath me and got to her feet. Too late I realized that when I grasped the railing above Wendy's hands, her wrists hadn't been cuffed. She had freed herself while I was licking her. Wendy looked down at me and shook her head. "Did you really think I didn't know what day it was, bimbo?" she said. On all fours, helplessly cuffed to the railing, I could only stammer. "B-b-but...you came! Before midnight! You should be, like, a total bimbo now!" Wendy laughed. "I already had the curse, bimbo! You can't give the curse to someone who's already had it! Which you'd have heard me tell you if you hadn't been so busy staring in the mirror the day you got it from me." My eyes were wide as I stared at the clock. 12:07. "But...but...my year ended at midnight!" I said. Wendy stepped over and patted my swelled bare ass. "Yep. You just became a horny, giggling, busty bimbo for good, sweetie. But look on the bright side. At least the curse stops here." Her hand rested on my ass, then slid down between my thighs. I gasped as my thighs parted unconsciously. "But...oh!...that means...oh!...that I'm, like...oh!...totally stuck...oh! Oh!" Wendy began stroking her fingers into my helplessly overheated bimbo pussy. My lush hips bucked back to meet her strokes despite my mental efforts to resist. Wendy had her cell phone in her free hand now and she pushed a button, then held the phone to her ear while her other hand continued to slide fingers back and forth inside me. I shuddered, my nipples hard, my huge bimbo boobs swaying as my belly muscles twitched and jumped in response to Wendy's ministrations. I tried to wrap my brain around the fact that I was trapped in this lush bimbo body for good, my intelligence permanently hidden behind bubble-headed expressions and airheaded bimbo-speak, but my body was succumbing to the heat generated by those slim fingers sliding over my clit.I couldn't help it. I was so damn hot now. Permanently. "Tony?" I heard Wendy say, as if far away. "Yeah, it's Wendy. I know it's late. Hey, remember that chick I told you about last year? When I had that damn bimbo virus? Yes, today is the day. Yeah, she tried to get me! Can you believe it? Anyway, come on over. Bring friends." THE END As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. 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