Reali-Gulp’s newest flavor was Bimbo Bubble-Yum! A saccharine sweet concoction in a pink can, the front displayed a busty bimbo showing off her cleavage. The back of the can explained what it could do.
“Become a busty, brainless bimbo, free and happy! Never worry again! Embrace your new favorite color, pink! Love everyone, literally! And make sure to spread that love!”
The can was left in an unsuspecting convenience store, waiting for someone to pick it up.
Phoebe was running late. She’d only been at this office job for a couple of months, and she hadn’t exactly made the best impression. Even during the interview, she’d stuttered and been flustered and was honestly shocked she’d still gotten the position.
She was a paid intern; sure, maybe a bit low on the totem pole, but the 25 year old college graduate desperately needed to pay her bills.
Phoebe’s mind once again went to work. She hadn’t had time for breakfast this morning, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to work properly without anything in her stomach. She walked into a small convenience store and grabbed one of the premade biscuit breakfast sandwiches before a drink caught her eye.
“Bimbo Bubble-Yum. That sounds nice.” She thought, ignoring the risqué picture on the front. “I guess sex sells.”
Taking a minute to gobble down her sandwich, Phoebe quickly found her mouth as dry as could be and cracked open the soda.
Now, if Phoebe hadn’t been in such a rush, she may have taken a second to read the can. However, she didn’t, and simply took a giant gulp.
“Woah… that’s sweet. And delicious! It really is bubble gum flavored!” She said to herself.
Phoebe was suddenly full of energy… and incredibly thirsty! It felt as if her worries were melting away as she chugged the rest of the can. It almost felt like the carbonation had gone straight to her brain. Bubbles popping, deep inside, as she relaxed even further…
Phoebe felt all of her stress melt away. Her IQ began to drop as her urgency to rush to work disappeared. Her body began to change, first with her stomach flattening and her waist pinching inwards. She gained some abs and toning on her now flat stomach, as if she worked out often. Her breasts ballooned out, the tiny B-cups she’d sported quickly becoming G-cups. Phoebe’s rear expanded next, her flat butt gaining a proportionate amount of padding to match her new breasts.
Phoebe’s breasts filled with milk, and she pleasantly felt the milk sloshing around. However, as her IQ continued to drop, she felt as if she’d always had these huge, milk filled breasts.
Phoebe absentmindedly tweaked one of her nipples as her changes continued. Onlookers appeared shocked at first, but reality adjusted, and most just wrote her off as an average bimbo - a site that would soon become common.
Phoebe’s nails grew to what could only be described as talons, with pink polish and elaborate, sparkling designs appearing on them.
Flaws disappeared from her skin next as she gained a healthy tan. Phoebe’s hair lightened from a chestnut brown to bright platinum blonde and it grew much longer and more luxurious, her shoulder length cut now down her back.
Phoebe played with her hair with one hand and continued tweaking her nipple with the other, popping one of her new massive tits out of the shirt that had magically grown with them.
Phoebe felt happier and happier as her IQ continued plummeting. All those bubbles in her brain, popping and popping, worries disappearing.
Phoebe’s face changed next; it became perfectly symmetrical, her lips increased in size dramatically as they gained bright pink lipstick, and her eyes became much emptier as her changes finished.
Fifi, as she now called herself, had none of the worries Phoebe had stressed over. Sure, she needed a job, but her boss had only hired her because of her rockin’ bod, and she could totally get another job if she tried! Besides, she was horny, and she had to get off right now! It didn’t matter if she was in a park or not.
Fifi sat on the park bench, masturbating, finger fucking herself with one hand and tweaking her nipples with the other, spraying milk and juices all over the place.
Once again, passerby’s looked shocked before reality adjusted and they wrote Fifi off as another dumb bimbo, and when Fifi finally did orgasm, there was little to no fanfare as she pulled her dress slacks back over her impressive rear and covered her bountiful chest.
“Like, alright. Work time! *giggle*” she said, in a new, airy voice. Fifi slowly got off the bench and began strutting over to her job, the sense of urgency completely gone.