Giggle Dust 2.0: A Bimbo Transformation Story

By Sadie Thatcher

Zoe is just looking for a good time at a house party when she tries giggle dust for the first time. However, she soon comes to love the blank and blissful feeling she gets from it. She finds herself never wanting to think on her own ever again, always taking another puff of her giggle dust inhaler.

However, this new inhaler version of giggle dust has an interesting side effect. It makes the user unbearably aroused. With Zoe’s near constant use, she finds herself in compromising situations and with an interest in exploring any kind that might bring her sexual satisfaction. Will Zoe manage to retain her identity or will she become a complete bimbo hooked on giggle dust? Find out in Giggle Dust 2.0.

This 10,500 word short story contains physical and mental transformations, with descriptions of various sexual acts, breast enlargement and various other body augmentations. This story has strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the story are 18 or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Nov 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005687526

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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Giggle Dust 2.0

Giggle Dust 2.0

A Bimbo Transformation Story

Sadie Thatcher

Copyright © 2020 by Sadie Thatcher

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Contents

Introduction

Giggle Dust 2.0

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

Introduction

Welcome to the world of giggle dust, the latest party enhancer with extra fun results for women. But be careful. Dependence is possible with giggle dust.

This is the second book in the Giggle Dust series. Enjoy the results as giggle dust continues to be refined and improved with women finding a new direction in life after using it.

Giggle Dust 2.0

W elcome to the party, Zoe, Natalie said, greeting me as I walked into her house. She had become the regular host of parties and other events for an extended group of friends, of which I now got to call myself.

I met Natalie shortly after she got together with Michael. They made for a great couple, which was always good to see. We originally met through mutual friends, but I had been welcomed into the broader group almost immediately.

After giving Natalie a hug, I could sense that she was a little drunk. She seemed a little more gregarious than normal. She was usually quite reserved, although caring, but seeing her now, I got the impression that she loved everyone and everything. I hoped I would be able to catch up before people started singing karaoke.

It wasn’t long before I had a drink in hand and began making the rounds of the party, meeting a few new people while also saying hello to many of my new friends. It was a welcoming group, although I had heard about some strange discord among the core group. Apparently there was a drugs incident at a previous party that saw someone get completely kicked out and another person drift away. I didn’t know the details, but I wasn’t one to pry. Friendships and emotions were complicated and not all friendships were meant to last. That was just life.

Unfortunately, karaoke started before I was sufficiently ready. I simply needed more time to drink and reach a point of inebriation where my anxieties over singing in front of a crowd were eased. That didn’t come easily to me.

Worse, Natalie spent several minutes signing her friends up to sing songs, deciding what song best fit each person.

Zoe, you’re up, came an announcement through the microphone.

What? I asked. I didn’t sign up for a song.

I tried to bow out, but suddenly Natalie was behind me. I know you have a great singing voice. Just get up there and sing.

Fine, I said, marching forward and standing in front of the video screen where the lyrics would run.

I picked up the microphone and looked out at the crowd. I just froze. The music started to play. The lyrics began to scroll on the screen. But I couldn’t move. I just looked out at the many faces and froze.

I can’t do this, I finally said, dropping the microphone