I decided to make another wish, just for fun. I didn't even really think of it, I just did it. "I wish I was extremely sexy in every aspect." Surely, nothing bad could happen like that, right?
When the die landed on 20, my question was answered.
I hunched over in pain as my spine felt like it was being pulled and stretched. It pulled upwards, the rest of my body growing proportionately. My arms and legs lengthened, and my body beame slightly wider. When it was done, I had shot up 7 inches, to an even 6 feet.
But the height change was the least of my problems.
Up next in the list of changing body parts was my face. Although I had always been cute, as in I wasn't ugly, I wasn't hot or sexy. This wish changed that, however, as my face reconstructed in a blaze of pain, shaping my face from an innocently cute one to a more mature, hot face. My acne scars and forming pimples dissipated one by one, leaving smooth, clear skin. My eyes darkened into a deep, heavy blue, as opposed to my original light blue, and they shirted into a soft, eyelids-half-closed expression. My lips plumped up, becoming full and thick, shaping into a dick-sucking pout, and being stained a permanent bright pink. As if to match my lips, my hair, formerly almost platinum blonde, flodded with a rich pink color, and twisted itself into large curls, which flowed over my shoulders and down my back. In the end, my whole head was that of a total slut, slapped on top of my old, stretched out body.
It didn't stay that way for long, as my body shaped to match my hair. My pudgy torso began to flatten to the point of showing light abs. It contracted as well, giving me a thin, hourglass waist. My broad shoulders thinned and sloped to be far more feminine. My arms became slender and toned, with defined biceps, and my nails were dyed a similar pink to my lips and hair. My ass grew bigger and plumper, threatening to snap the jeans I had warn that day. My legs, converse to my arms, thickened out at the thighs, gave me mad calved, and lost all the hair I neglected to shave off.
And as if in a final act, my breasts began to blow up. Huge. So huge, that i started to believe they didn't carry bras in that size. Unlike my ass, my new knockers did snap my bra at the clasps, and stopped just as my top was splitting at the seams.
I was in such shock from the wish coming true, that I neglected the fact that my clothes, which had become far too tight, were reshaping into a sexier garb. My jean legs shortened into denim shorts, which were still tight, but in a different way, like these ones perfectly fit my ass. My top completely changed, becoming a blue crop top that barely covered my massive milkers and left my belly button (which was now magically pierced) completely exposed. My old bra returned, this time perfectly fitting my expanded breasts, and making my cleave deep and prominent. Several bracelets and a crystal watch wrapped around my thin wrists, and two pink diamong earrings pierced my ears, dangling down.
As I was going to reach for the die to unwish this, I got an extreme headache. I started to feel funny, and then I was going to be sick. But then that feeling subsided, and I felt better. A lot better. Like the entire world was idolizing me for being so beautiful. "That's not good..." I thought to myself. "I know I said, 'in every aspect', but... I, like, totally couldn't have expected this!" I was sickened by the idea of me liking the fact that I was a Bimbo now, but that sickness turned into pleasure. "Man, that was the best wish ever! I'm, like, a total Bimbo now!" I spotted a man on the street, and while I wouldn't have though much of him before, my new bimbo mine suddenly found myself getting wet at his toned, shirtless body. I recognized him from the football team, quarterback Greg Harris.
My new sex-driven mind hatched an idea. I grabbed the die once again, and made one more wish.