The Bimbo Hex

By Janus Rain

Containing bimbofication, mind melting, breast expansion, ass expansion, hourglass expansion, lip growth, and the like, the Bimbo Hex is an erotic tale where a woman learns that sex work isn't as bad as it's meant to be -- and a young witch learns her powers are stronger than she knows!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janus Rain
• Release date: May 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311937841

Janus Rain

One day in a dark corner of California, a young man touched a magazine all about big tits, but what he didn't know was that it was radioactive! He was bestowed with the powers of writing smut, and now fights crime in the suburbs of Pornhub. Occasionally he takes commission work and publishes free stuff to his deivantart at crashoverrid.deviantart.com. Feel free to email me or tweet at me!

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The Bimbo Hex

by Janus Rain

Published by Janus Rain

Copyright 2016 Janus Rain

Val really, really didn't like Beth.

Beth was a perfectly nice person, even if she was a weird goth girl with strange earrings and bangles and necklaces and lots of tattoos. She was attractive and slim, with relatively cute and perky breasts that, in the store clothes, looked just big enough on her frame. She also was very pretty, with the smokey eye makeup and dark dyed black hair making her look super gorgeous in an unconventional way. Most of the guys tried to fuck her, but she politely turned them down.

Beth and Val had even chatted before, as coworkers, politely. She was always encouraging Val to look into makeup or cute clothes. Not that Val ever would – she was, visually, a rather overweight, average looking woman, with a fairly fat gut and somewhat flat-ish breasts and chubby thighs and double-chin, and brown hair that refused to have body or bounce to it.

Beth's insistence was not annoying, but it was unwelcome. But it was a minor quibble. There was no problem with her, the person. But the problem was, Val knew what her side job was.

One of her male coworkers came over and pulled out his phone, muttering, Hey, check this out, and brandishing a photo. It was of Beth – and she was dancing, wearing barely anything other than a bra, tongue stuck out at the crowd, and a giant shiny gold pole behind her.

Hey, that's not cool, Val said, glaring at him. Don't share that kind of-

No, no, he said, quickly. It's not that. This is at the strip club downtown. She was working there!

Val's anger switched to disgust. She's...a fucking stripper!? she balked, nose curled up. That's...that's disgusting!

It was super hot, actually.

You fucking pig, Val growled, and turned away, angrily going back to stocking.

Stripping and sexy stuff was awful, horrible, repulsive. Val had always hated it, ever since she was a teenager, when her dad (a devout Christian) started ranting about the red light district of their city. She tended to agree – flagrant sex on display was repulsive, and that was before she found out about sex work, and all the the STDs. Those filthy, infected whores.

From then on, Val avoided Beth. And it was relieving when she found out that she was quitting. Good, Val growled. Enjoy your fucking whore money.

It was on her final day, when Val was doing everything she could to be away from Beth. And it had gone well for hours – she was on the other end of the store, tearing down a big winter display and removing all the snow gear and downpricing it. But, somehow sneaking up on her, Beth suddenly said, Hey, Val?

Val bristled, but tried to keep a straight face. Yeah...? What is it?

Beth had a bundle of clothes in her hands – and a backpack. You live across town, right? she asked. I'm done for the day but my ride got a flat tire and I have to go to my other job. You're off soon, right?

Uh, sure, Val said, wishing she worked an hour longer.

Can you give me a lift across town? she said. Not far, it's on your way, I think, I can point you the direction.

Val saw no out, and – try as she might – she just hated lying, and had no out. Sure, she said, forcing a smile. I can take you.

A good ten minutes later, Beth had swapped out of her work clothes and into a nice tanktop and a pair of short jeans, and came to Val right at the end of her shift. Okay, I'm good!

Let's go then, Val said, and walked out, keys procured from her pocket.

It was a quick trot out into the parking lot, around the back and to the employee parking, where she opened her small sedan and popped the passenger's side lock. Beth slipped in, easily, and settled into the seat.

Thanks again, she said, and buckled the belt. You're a lifesaver.

Val nodded. Well, sure, I'm glad you're getting out of this place, she said, and it was half true. She didn't hate her job, but anyone who was getting out of retail must have lucked out.

As Val turned the car on, Beth sat back. It was hard not to notice her legs – they were perfectly shaved and meticulously cared for, smooth and unblemished, and in the darker car upholstery, they practically gleamed in the sun. It wasn't helping Val's mood, given she was not in the mood to have a stripper show off her body.

You're uh, awful bright, Val said, trying to break up the tension.

There was a moment of confusion, until Beth glanced at her legs, then laughed. Oh, yeah, sorry, she said, chuckling. I wasn't thinking about the sun.

It's...it's fine, Val said. I guess I'm not wearing white or anything.

You could, though! Beth said, and glanced at her. I mean, you know, it'd look good on you. Maybe a bit of color would do you well.

I like my clothes... Val said, a little irritably.

Sorry, I don't mean that, Beth said. Just, you know, if you added a bit of color you'd be super cute. I've got a good fashion sense, and I'd love to dress you up sometime.

Val bit her lip, and focused her sentence to be kind. I'm...not sure I'd want to wear booty shorts and tube tops, she said, with a bit of tension to her voice. I know what I look like.

Okay, okay, that's fair, Beth said, waving her hand. I mean, I know better than to try and fit into any sort of glitzy dress. I'd look like a glittery stick. I just, you know, would love to help out.

Val didn't reply to that, and Beth thankfully left it alone. Val was going to kick her out if they tried to discuss fashion or clothes any more. Or worse, if Beth made a single comment about her weight.

Ok, here we go, turn left here? Beth asked, suddenly.

Val obliged, happy to get rid of her. They turned, and Val obliged with the directions. After a few turns, Val looked out the window and saw a few dive bars, and on the corner a few sexied-up women in their thirties hanging off burly bikers. Another right turn, and she saw a pornography store. A block straight, and there was a strip club.

I could never be anything like that, she thought, shaking her head. I'd fucking hate myself.

Now that it was getting closer to evening, the lights were coming on as the sun went down, and she saw more bright red 'X's than she'd ever seen before.

Ok, almost there, just up ahead, Beth said, pointing forward. Right on that corner.

She was pointing at the strip club a block down the