Tammy forced Trish into a chair, near the center of the room. Trish tried her best to resist but Tammy was simply too strong for her. The chair immediately restrained her with robotic arms wrapping around her own arms and legs. "Let me go!" Trish screamed. "Like, don't worry sweetie! You'll feel real good, like, real soon!" Tammy said. "I don't want to feel good! I want my old body back!" Trish shouted back. Tammy ignored her as she left the room.
Trish decided to take note of her surroundings. She was in a pink room. The chair she was strapped in had a space open where her rear was, so she wasn't technically sitting on it. She noted 2 large dildos on two other robotic arms - one in front of her and one in back. She decided not to think too hard about those right now. The way the chair was facing was towards a wall made entirely of a TV screen. It was the only part of the room that wasn't pink.
Suddenly, Trish was forced out of her thoughts. The TV screen powered on, revealing a pink and white spiral. "What is this? What are you doing?" Trish yelled out. "Like, don't worry, you'll see!" Tammy sound over the loud speaker. Trish suddenly couldn't stop focusing on the spiral. She felt very sleepy...
Trish was hypnotized. She was now a pawn to the bimbofication machine. Suddenly, a woman's voice came out of nowhere. Had Trish been awake, she wouldn't have recognized it, but to the sleeping Trish, it was going to be the voice that trained her.
"You love women, especially bimbos." the voice said.
"Love women... Love bimbos..." Trish repeated in a trance. This continued with different sentences.
"You don't like men. You want to help them become bimbos."
"Don't like men... Want more bimbos..."
"You love helping women become bimbos. Bimbos turn you on so much."
"Love bimbos... Love women... Make women bimbos..."
Suddenly, the hypnosis was over. "What happened...?" Trish wondered aloud. Something felt different. After she said that, though, more robotic arms came out of the ceiling. This time, they had pink spray bottles. One sprayed her vagina, another her asshole, and the final sprayed both her large breasts. "What is this? It tingles!" she shouted out.
The TV screen turned back on, but instead of a spiral, blonde bimbos embracing each other appeared. Trish was suddenly incredibly aroused. The effects of the spray became apparent, however, when she felt a twitching in her asshole. Her nipples hardened and felt much more sensitive than normally. She was horny in more than just her pussy. "What is this machine doing to me?!" Trish wondered, without finding it odd that she was so turned on by the bimbos. After all, that was her fetish.
The dildos began moving towards her as she got wetter and wetter, with the first entering her waiting pussy, with the second going in her ass. The spray had made Trish's holes incredibly sensitive, and she quickly orgasmed. After this, the dildos retracted, and the porn stopped. The pink and white spiral returned, and Trish was returned to her trance.
"You're a ditzy, dumb bimbo."
"Ditzy... Dumb..."
"You love your mistresses and fellow bimbos."
"Love... Bimbos..."
"You love being a bimbo."
"Love... Sexy... Body..."
"You love your makeover and will never go back."
"Stay... Bimbo..."
Trish's trance was suddenly broken again. This time, though, she was much happier. The arms released her. "Like, wow, that was super great!" She said, now fully bimbofied. The TV screen shimmered and became a mirror. "Like, wow, who's that hottie?" she said, looking into the mirror and seeing a bimbo with a heavily made up face, a huge ass, and basketball sized tits. "Like, oh my gawd, it's me!" Trish said, clapping her hands happily, her huge tits bouncing up and down as she jumped.