Bimbo High

By Gregor Daniels

Length: 10,200 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes of sex, including breast enlargement, slutty girls craving for sex, fading mental capabilities, and a mind transformation into a bimbo slave. For mature audiences only.

Excerpt:

By the time Stacy made it to the girl's locker room for gym class, her impressive bosom had expanded even more, now imitating the outline of two balloons attached to her chest. Unlike her old, perky ones that jiggled and swayed, these bobbled and defied gravity, like two perfect spheres.

Inside the doors of the female change rooms, every girl was busy getting undressed and changing into identical pink spandex shorts and sports bras, all of which were the same size.
Normally ignorant of naked female bodies, Stacy stared on at her classmates with a different set of eyes that morning. Her gazes were not of some hidden lust for a changing sexual orientation, but rather she was envious. She adored their tight waists and generous bums, and the elegant female curves that they created. Large chests caught her attention over there and jiggling thighs over here. Wherever she looked, there was something to gaze upon.

Inside her temporarily locker, at the far corner of the last row, without a number, she found a pair of workout clothes much like the rest of the other girls. The bra was sized for someone with a D-cup bust, but after stripping her shirt off and adorning the garment over her chest, she found it to fit rather well. Almost too well, as if her breasts had grown that much in a short amount of time. But, unlike her panic this morning, it didn't bother her at the moment. In fact, Stacy thought she looked better with more up top. Hell, they certainly gave the men more to look at.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Sep 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301276882

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Bimbo High

Published by Gregor Daniels at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Gregor Daniels

For ADULTS Only

Blonde. Every single one of them.

As Stacy walked through the halls of her new school, avoiding teachers and students that bustled passed her timid figure, she noticed one thing. All the girls had blonde hair. Each and every female that brushed past her had honey locks and golden threads cascading down their shoulders and down their backs, waving with each step and usually accompanied by the sound of clacking heels and the occasional giggle and high-pitched laugh.

It was a strange observation, but every girl stood out in their pink, yellow, or light blue colors. It was as if they didn’t know the meaning of dark shades or conservative outfits.

Excuse me, Stacy mumbled, bumping into a blonde girl who had her back turned against the new student. What’s going on today?

The honey-haired figure turned around, perhaps grunting at the sight of this girl with locks that were not a fabulous shade of yellow, and her drab attire, but the sight of disgust quickly vanished into a bright smile, outlined with glossy, pink lips, and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the hallway lighting.

Oh, hello, she said. You must be new here.

Stacy wondered how the girl could make such a quick assumption, but she was certain it was probably from her apprehensive appearance, the books in her arms, and the class schedule that threatened to fall if she as so much made a quick turn or bumped into another person.

Yes, she squeaked, heaving the heavy material once more as they started to slip from her aching fingers. Is there a costume party today, or something?

The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, confused by this new student’s question.

You know, the wigs and the outfits and such.

Still yet, she didn’t reply.

Never mind, Stacy sighed. Can you tell me where my first class is?

Then, the girl did something odd which surprised the new student. The blonde readjusted her breasts, rather noticeably, and without any sort of respect for her decency. It wasn’t a simple realignment either, but rather she had her complete hands down the front of her top. A low-cut thing with showed a lot of cleavage as it was, Stacy noted.

But, the girl finished moving things around and returned to the matter at hand, convinced that enough of her breasts were showing. Gotta give the girls some air to breathe, you know? She laughed a high pitch whine that seemed to echo off the walls and only increase in amplitude. Other students moved by, but none of them seemed to take interest in the odd affair, much to Stacy’s relief. Not five minutes into the day and this was already the strangest school she had ever been to.

Now, where were we again?

Stacy reminded her of the list, and gestured it with a swing of her shoulders and a look from her eyes,