The Curse of Playing Bimbo Tag

By Sadie Thatcher

Maria didn’t want to go to the club, but her college roommate and best friend dragged her there. While on the dance floor, swaying awkwardly to the music a scantily clad bimbo approaches her and kisses her. Maria is stunned at the actions of this woman. Little did she know that an ancient curse had just been brought down upon her that would turn her into a bimbo. Each time Maria orgasms, she changes a little more, until finally Mia the bimbo is born.

Follow Maria on her orgasmic transformation into Mia as she discovers an entirely new side of life. On her journey she makes new friends and learns more about her body, all with sexy benefits. However, in the end, she is given a choice: revert back to being Maria with her unlimited potential, or live on as the forever happy Mia whose body is built for pleasure. The single caveat is that to stay as Mia, she must pass on the curse to another woman. Will Maria live on and remember this weekend only as a fuzzy memory or will Mia pass on the bimbo curse to her roommate, Jenna?

The Curse of Playing Bimbo Tag is a 15,123 word bimbo transformation and erotic mind control story that contains descriptions of masturbation, oral sex and body alterations including breast enlargement. This story has strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the following story are 18 or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Mar 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301250608

Sadie Thatcher

Sadie Thatcher grew up in a small conservative town (think Footloose). Spending all that time in a sexually repressed place has led Sadie to need to explore her sexuality through prose. Sadie has been a long time writer, but has now become confident enough to share the explorations of her deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. Enjoy.

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THE CURSE OF PLAYING BIMBO TAG

By

Sadie Thatcher

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The Curse of Playing Bimbo Tag

Copyright © 2013 by Sadie Thatcher

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Adult Reading Material:This story contains strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the following story are 18 or older.

Jenna, why did you bring me here? I complained to my best friend. You know I hate clubbing.

It’s for your own good Maria, Jenna replied. You spend too much time in the library. There’s more to college than books.

But I like books, I replied, pulling at the hem of Jenna’s dress that she made me put on before we left.

Books are fine, but they don’t get you laid, said my roommate.

Jenna, you know I’m not like that.

Like what?

You know… I said meekly, not wanting to say what I was thinking and insult one of my only friends at school.

What? A slut? Maria, I’m not a slut just because I’m not a virgin anymore. And liking sex doesn’t make me a slut either.

Jenna, I wasn’t… I stammered in response, fully aware that Jenna was correct about my thinking. To be honest, I couldn’t help it. My family originally came from European aristocracy with, oddly, puritan beliefs, so I was raised to be prim and proper and to view sex as a dirty thing that should only happen when married and to have children. Admittedly, that had not stopped me from trying with my prom date after we graduated, but it was not a fun experience for me.

All I want for you is to loosen up. Is that too much to ask?

I guess your right, I said, not wanting to start an argument.

Good, now let’s hit the dance floor.

Jenna pulled me by the hand out onto the dance floor. The music wasn’t my type, as I prefer more classical offerings, but it did have a good beat. After several minutes of pretending to dance to satisfy my outgoing roommate, I actually started to get into the beat a little bit, dancing along to the heavy bass.

I looked up at Jenna and saw her lips move. She was saying something, but I couldn’t hear her over the loud music.

What? I shouted.

I said, now you’re getting it, she shouted back.

I continued dancing. I slowly turned, my eyes closed, still swaying to the beat. When I opened them, I suddenly found myself face to face with what had to have been my exact opposite. Yes, she was a woman, but it seemed that was where the similarities ended. Her long blond hair contrasted with her dark tanned skin and neon colored clothes that barely covered her. Considering her dress and heavily made up face, all I could think of was how much she looked like a whore.

Like hi, the whorish blond said, smiling with her puffy pink lips. Despite the noise of the music, I could hear her high pitched and breathy voice perfectly without her noticeably raising her voice.

Um, hi, I said back, trying to distance myself from the strange woman. As I backed away, I noticed the woman’s breasts for the first time. They were huge, standing out from her chest like to soccer balls glued to her chest. They couldn’t possibly have been real.

The blond woman looked confused for a moment, her eyes almost crossing, her head tilted at an angle. Then suddenly her expression changed to a frown, or as much of a frown as her fat lips could muster. It was obvious to me that she was not very bright. I looked around hoping there was a guy around to come hit on her and distract her from having anything to do with me.

Jenna had moved off toward the far side of the dance floor and