Giggle Dust 3.0: A Bimbo Transformation Story

By Sadie Thatcher

Ruby is branching out and making new friends. Her attendance at a coworker’s house party seems normal until she falls in with a group of people with unusual proclivities. Ruby is persuaded to try the latest version of giggle dust, leaving her blissfully mindless, aroused, and with growing breasts. Suffice it to say, Ruby has a good time at the party.

However, Ruby soon finds her friendship with the party’s host at odds with her desire to continue using giggle dust. She likes being giggly and horny. She likes the size boosts her breasts receive from use. Can Ruby maintain life as a giggle dust bimbo or will her new reality come crashing down around her? Find out in Giggle Dust 3.0.

This 10,900 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 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005367022

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 3.0

Giggle Dust 3.0

A Bimbo Transformation Story

Sadie Thatcher

Copyright © 2020 by Sadie Thatcher

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Contents

Introduction

Giggle Dust 3.0

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 third 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 3.0

H ey, Ruby, Natalie said as I arrived at her house for the party. I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been reaching out and inviting more people to my little shindigs because I’ve have a few friends go all crazy on me lately.

What do you mean, crazy? I asked, not understanding what she could mean. I knew Natalie from work and it was quite a surprise when she invited me to a party. We weren’t that great of friends, but I was appreciative of the offer. I didn’t have much of a social life on my own.

It’s been weird, but a lot of my friends have completely changed lately, Natalie started to explain. They used to be normal, but now all they seem to care about is boys and sex. First it was Laurie. I had to cut her out of my life entirely. Then Zoe went all weird on me. She even went and got implants I heard. Not that you would know any of these people. All I mean to say is I’ve been trying to expand my social circle due to recent losses.

I get it, I said, putting on a smile. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Natalie’s confession, but I was happy to be there. I figured I could stand to meet a few new people and relax for once. That was what mattered to me.

Please, come in, Natalie said. I’m sorry for unloading on you like that. There’s beer and other drinks in the kitchen. There’s a fire pit out back. If you want me to introduce yourself to anyone, just let me know. I love playing host for these sorts of things.

Thanks, I said as I shrugged off my jacket and hung it up by the door. There was a wall of hooks, with several jackets already hanging there.

Stepping into Natalie’s house, it looked much as I had assumed from the outside. It was as standard bungalow, the type of house that had been built somewhere between 70 and 100 years ago. The floors were hardwood, the walls plastered and painted. The living and dining rooms seemed to have a creamy yellow color. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but it looked cozy and homey.

However, this being a house party, I knew where the real socialization would take place. I may not have had much of a social life, but I had been to a few parties and people always congregated in the kitchen. That is where