Bella and the Bimbo Bee: A Bimbo Transformation Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Bella is trying to relax before her big job interview by spending time in her garden. However, when she is stung by a bee, everything in her life begins to change.

Unbeknownst to Bella, she was stung by a bimbo bee. The venom in the stinger interacts with her body each time she orgasms, setting her on the path toward bimbodom. Bella does not know what is happening, but after each orgasm, she becomes more interested in another, creating a loop that is hard to break.

As the days before her interview pass, Bella finds herself becoming more and more of a bimbo. Will she find a way to break the loop and find some semblance of a normal life or will she embrace her new bimbo instincts and become the woman the bimbo bee set her up to be? Find out in Bella and the Bimbo Bee.

This novella is a bimbo transformation story. It 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: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005618605

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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Bella and the Bimbo Bee

Bella and the Bimbo Bee

A Bimbo Transformation Novella

Sadie Thatcher

Copyright © 2020 by Sadie Thatcher

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Contents

Introduction

Bella and the Bimbo Bee

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

Introduction

It is always amazing where one can get inspiration for new bimbo fiction stories. In this case, I was stung by a bee (twice) and it gave me the idea to have a new species of bee that causes women who get stung to turn into bimbos.

This is the second of the Bimbo Bee books, this time featuring Bella. The books can be read in any order, however, they will be written in alphabetical order.

With all this in mind, and the aching and itching results of my two bee stings (thankfully I’m not allergic), please enjoy Bella and the Bimbo Bee.

Bella and the Bimbo Bee

G ardening again, Bella? Hannah asked from the patio of the house we shared with Palmer.

It helps my nerves, I called back as I pulled another weed from the raised bed in the backyard.

You have another job interview coming up?

Monday morning, I replied.

Well, good luck, Hannah said before she began to turn to go back into the house. Let me know if you need anything.

It was Friday evening and I was doing everything I could to avoid thinking about my upcoming interview. It wasn’t that I was dreading it, but after looking for work for so long, I was honestly beginning to wonder if I would ever have any luck.

I had thought everything was planned out when I graduated from Thatcher College. I had all but been officially hired to work at a local advertising agency where I had worked during the past three summers as an intern and temporary employee. Everything had been set.

But the bad news came the day after my college graduation. The company had lost their two biggest accounts in the span of a week. Not only had my position been cut, but there were layoffs affecting about a tenth of the staff.

It seemed it was a bad time to be in advertising. Not only was I now searching for a job, but I was searching in the same market as all those people who had lost their jobs. In all but a few cases, those other people had more experience than me. All I could promise was a lower starting salary.

Luckily, I had money to float on, thanks to my inheritance. I wasn’t hurting for money and wouldn’t be for a year or so, but that wasn’t the point. Sure, I could sit around for a year and fully enjoy being young, but I also knew the importance of getting the ball rolling early. An entry level position now could mean I was a manager before I turned 30. From there, I hoped I would be able to start my own advertising firm, with a list of clients following me.

I don’t know how I would have stayed sane without having a garden to work in. With the job hunt being slower than I had hoped, I might have gone a bit overboard with all the plantings. The landlord didn’t mind me turning the backyard into one big garden. I had raised beds for some of the smaller vegetables, but I also had sunflowers and corn growing along the fence.

Keeping the garden seemed like a lot of work at times, but it kept me grounded. And I would forever be grateful for the opportunity. I knew Hannah and Palmer enjoyed having fresh vegetables around the house. They were the cooks here, not me.

Ouch, I cried out, pulling myself out of the garden, a sharp sting hitting me in the arm.

I looked down at my left upper arm to see a tiny red spot at the site of the pain.

Shit, I said with a sigh. It had been years since I last got stung by an insect. I had no idea what had done it. All I knew was it hurt.

I quickly pushed myself to my feet and pulled off my gloves, throwing them on the ground before I marched toward the house.

I kicked off my shoes at the doorway. They were my gardening shoes and they never went inside in an attempt to keep our house cleaner. I didn’t know how well it worked, since Palmer could be a bit of a slob sometimes.

Everything okay? Hannah asked as she looked up from the kitchen sink, a glass of water in her hand.

I got stung by something, I answered. Shouldn’t be a problem. I’m not allergic.

That’s good, Hannah said. Let me know if you need anything.

Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. I guess I’m done gardening for the night.

I marched upstairs and into my room. Since I had the funds available, it was decided that I would take the master bedroom, which came with the master bath. It was all because I could