"Chrono-thingie? Chronie?" Mandi half nervously, half playfully speaks at the computer screen. She fidgets at the controls some, but realizes she no longer has the smarts to understand how all the bells and whistles on the screen work. "Ugh!! Like, how do you work again?"
"Activating Voice Mode." A soft feminine voice came from the speakers of the computer.
"Chronie? Chronie, like, that you?" Mandi asked, poking the monitor idiotically.
"Yes." The software responded. "This mode was activated in response to the diminshed intellect your current species, 'Bimbo,' provides you, user Mandi Peterson."
Mandi slams her hands down, hitting the keyboard. "Like, good!!" Mandi, however, had no idea at the moment how this would help h... "Hey, like, call Stephie. She'll like, totes know about all this bimbo stuff and can help me!!" In her ditzy vacuum that once contained higher though, Mandi had made the foolish conclusion that since the Chronivac was talking to her now it must be one of those Alexa thingies so it must be able to call her sister. "It's her fault I even knew the word bimbo!! She should like, take re... take respo... take... like, big words are meanies, Chronie!!"
Of course, the Chronivac is NOT Alexa, and such, was a bit confused. Mandi slamming her hands on the keyboard, in particular by coincidence hitting Control + C with her left hand didn't help matters either. "Attempting to interpret statement. Best interpretation made. Creating new profile for Stephie Peterson. Copying current on-screen transformation attributes to profile."
"Chronie?" Mandi cocked her head, confused.
"Copying..."
"Copying?" Mandi blinked, but then saw a bar that said, "Transforming: 0%" and began to realize her gaffe. "Like, poopy!! I think I may have made Stephie a bimbo like me!!" Mandi looked at the settings, trying her best to read, and eventually saw most everything seemed like what happened to her, but it seemed like a few things were changed.
Meanwhile, at school, Stephie was sitting with her friends Christine, Diane, Allison, Mimi, Scott, and Patel eating lunch together. Stephie's group of friends were quite popular as they were the "hot brains," the students who were academically gifted but also highly attractive, and they liked to use their looks to manipulate... let's just say the less intelligent students.
"Could you believe Kara?" Allison joked, after which she took a group photo.
"I know!!" Mimi added.
"She sat there and embarrassed herself in English today, didn't know a thing about Romeo & Juliet." Stephie mocked. "I mean, what do you expect from a dumb cheerleader?" After finishing, Stephie begin to peel a banana.
"Yeah!! Why do we even need them?" Diane groaned.
"Take away their uniforms, and what do they got? Nothing." Scott responds. Meanwhile, Stephie begins to absent-mindedly fellate her banana as a couple of blonde locks drift among her copper hair.
"Stephie honey, you know you're supposed to eat the banana." Patel quipped.
"Oh..." Stephie uttered absently, nibbling a bit off of it.
"You... okay?" Mimi asks.
"Like, sure..." Stephie's voice was already beginning to pitch up into that well-known high pitched sing-songy ditzy valley girl accent.
"Are Stephie's boobs growing?" Diane exclaimed.
"Something's... definitely strange." Allison said, pulling up the photo she took minutes ago. In it, Stephie was a teen in a white tank top, jean shorts, and plain white sneakers sporting shoulder-length copper hair and C-cup breasts. Now sitting there was a woman in a light pink half-tank, white short shorts, and pink sneakers sporting a two inch heel, with large D's' bordering on E-cups on her chest, and sandy blonde hair down to her breasts.
"Like, everything's fine!!" Stephie says in her disturbingly chipper voice, still unaware of what is happening to her.
"Girl, something is wrong!! I'm getting help!!" Mimi runs off for the nurse's office. Stephie stands up, just in time to show off the crotch of her shorts unraveling as they transmute into a tiny white pleated miniskirt, much like one would see worn by a sexy cheerleader, as her ass swells to juicy proportions.
"Oh my god!! How is this happening?" Allison utters, trying to contain herself in order to not draw attention to their area. "We were making fun of cheerleaders, and now, Stephie's..."
"Stephie's becoming one?" Diane said quixotically, somewhat entranced as Stephie's now H-cup breasts were being held in a strip of pink fabric that barely counted as a tube top and had "BIMBO" emblazoned across it in white letters. Her sneakers were now supported by a five inch heel, which Stephie seemed to be standing on like she had done so all her life.
"Gimme a C!!"
Just like Diane, Allison, Scott, and Patel found themselves almost hypnotized by Stephie's changing visage, especially what what happening at the front of her skirt.
"Gimme a O!!"
"Gimme a C!!"
"Gimme a K!!"
With each letter, the growth grew more and more, until Stephie was sporting a foot long dick right above her vagina, the sight of which was causing Allison and Patel to drool. From behind Stephie, an almost zombie-like Scott has his erect penis sticking out his zipper and proceeds to grab her pillowy N-cups as leverage as he thrusts into her ass.
"Heh. Though cheerleaders weren't your type." Diane blankly jests at Scott.
"Dunno. *giggle*" Scott starts to act a little vapid himself as his chest starts to swell and hair growing & lightening with each thrust. Meanwhile, Patel has wrapped his lips around her cock as Allison enjoys a box lunch. Diane, the only one not touching Stephie at the moment, notices in her fugue state how the three of them are becoming more and more like her... and is growing increasingly impatient for her turn!!
Allison, who had come dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, was now under Stephie in a leather microskirt that barely covered her ass and did little to hide her erect ten inch penis, white seven inch heeled kneehigh boots, and white bikini top that barely covered the areolae of her K-cup breasts, looking like she was ready to go clubbing. Patel looked very much the slutty schoolgirl, not unlike Mandi, but also rocking a seven inch rod between her legs. Finally, Scott looked just like a sexy teacher, with a black miniskirt, six inch heels, button-up blouse tied up over T-cup breasts & a ripped exposed midriff, and a fourteen inch cock still buried in Stephie's inviting booty.
"Yay!! Mistress will be like totes happy I made more bimbos for her!!" Stephie exclaimed as she orgasmed, the gangbang having started to finally start attention from other students and the faculty, who quickly begin to fall into trance as they near Stephie.
"Futanari, absolute service to Mandi, hyp... hypnotic phe... pheromones, infec... infectious sexual fluids, Stephie is unaware of changes, three months..." Mandi looks over all the things that were different compared to her changes.
"So, like, does this mean she's my servant and stuff because of this?"
"Yes. Subject Stephie Peterson is now your bimbo servant with the futanari trait, the ability to emit a scent that makes others sexually attractive to her regardless of risk to themselves, a power to turn other into futa bimbos by having sex with them, and a desire to create a futa bimbo harem for you."
Mandi was perplexed. She was having a bit of a moral quandary about this. But of course, the minds of six year olds turned into bimbos aren't exactly the best for debating such quandaries logically, so Mandy...