Nerd. As in anime, comics, conventions, and general geekiness. Not dweeby dorks.
The epiphany struck you like a bolt of lightning. Probably frying a few brain cells in the process, but they'd be gone anyway in a few seconds. Aside from that, the electric tingling down your spine felt both pleasant and exciting as you had suddenly realized something obvious. Which when you were a ditzy and sexy klutz you guessed would happen constantly. You shot Becky a glance. On noticing your lingering gaze, the bimbo's dopey smile brightened like nothing else in the world mattered except for you. She was completely unaware of your odd and roiling mixture of jealousy and pity.
Honestly, Nerd sounded like a more exciting way to spend your time than having your ass glued to a gaming chair as a titty streamer or not even being able to show them off at all as a Vtuber using an avatar. Still, maybe you’d cosplay one of them. And you already had a long list of comic heroes and game characters, male and female, whose design you had always found striking. Yeah, strutting about in their outfits would be fun.
“Ewww. A nerd!” Becky teased and made a pouty grimace while you spritzed the pink liquid mist from the perfume bottle onto your skin. “So like, you–,” you sneezed, “Geshunpiet...Ges... blessyou!” The only response was a bubbling giggle. Like, how hard was it to say gesunh.. geshunei... you sneezed again, interrupting another bout of giggling. “–you should totes undress. Ya’ know, before your titties come in.”
The words had barely left her words before the two mounds on your chest started feeling sore. Pawing at your aching and swelling bre... boobies, your mouth formed an incredulous ‘O’ from which spilled out a high-pitched tone. “Tho thould've told me thooner!” Speaking became difficult when your bloating lips joined your mega titties. Looking down, you couldn’t see anything beyond the vast expanse stretching your shirt. “Don thll me. My ath ith next.” You were already wiggling your hips and dancing out of your pants when the first spasms set in. The briefs could’ve been mistaken as a g-string the way your ass cheeks were plumbing up.
Rather than helping you adjust to your new center-of-gravity, Becky’s limited band of attention was occupied on the way your stumbling movements jiggled and bounced your boobies. A total meanie! “Don juth thand there.” You sneezed again. And despite adding on all of that mass, you felt so much lighter. “Leath you can oooh ith help me undreth.” The bra was uncomfortably cutting into your torso and your poor boobies were suffocating. “Waith, hand me thote thcithorth” Your self-preservation instincts hadn’t faded so you quickly snatched the cutting implements from the running bimbo’s hands before someone got hurt. In your hands, it felt like it was an extension of as you deftly cut the fabric.
“Tho much better!” Maybe you should ask Becky to, like, perform that CPR-thingy on your nipples after that experience. You cupped the freed mammaries and let out a pleased giggle as you felt their heft. No one would be able to ignore these two. And, hey! After that mouth spasm trying to say ‘scissors’ your lisp was finally settling. You brought up a finger that was reflexively swallowed up by your plush bee-stung lips. Hmm, it felt so nice, and, like, natural to have something to suck on.
“Ohmigosh, your titties are, like, so huge!” Two globes of flesh crashed into yours and there was a brief struggle to see which came out on top. Becky’s and your hands joined in and were everywhere before they coiled around the opposite bimbo’s waist as things ended in a stalemate. “So, how do you feel?”
Horny. So horny, especially after all that touching. The word was on the tip of your tongue before you realized she was asking about being a bimbo generally. Cocking your head and had to screw up your face to focus. So hard with, like, images of Becky latched onto your nipples intruding. That would be much better use of your time than trying to remember why mathematics had all those letters. Didn’t those silly teachers know math was about numbers? No, wait, letters are variables... And Logarithms are those tiny numbers sitting on top of the other numbers... You giggled, imagining riding on top of a cute boy’s shoulders and forgot about math entirely by the time the next thought struck.
It was much easier to remember the titles of this autumn's anime lineup. Every word on page 37 of Othello, and all the other pages. The ruleset for Dungeons & Dragons 5e. And what all those buttons on a sewing machine did. That. That you were proud of. “I'm, like, tho much smarter ath a bimbo!” Serene clarity descended on you. Everything unnecessary had faded away, letting you totes concentrate on what was important.