New Year, New Bun: A Bimbo Transformation Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Through some twist of science or magic, bimbofication is spreading through the population. Mallory is a believer, but she doesn’t believe it will ever happen to her.

That is until an exposure at a New Year’s Eve party leaves Mallory infected. But her infection is no standard bimbofication. There are multiple layers to it that could complicate her life forever.

What kind of bimbo will Mallory become? Will she be able to keep her job? Her apartment? Find out in New Year, New Bun.

This novella is a bimbo transformation story. It is the second book in the Bimbo Virus Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Jan 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215451151

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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New Year, New Bun

NEW YEAR, NEW BUN

A BIMBO TRANSFORMATION NOVELLA

BIMBO VIRUS

BOOK TWO

SADIE THATCHER

Copyright © 2024 by Sadie Thatcher

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

1

The moment we made it in through the front door, his hot lips were on mine again, his strong body pushing me up against the wall. We had been making out nonstop during the cab ride to my apartment, unable to keep our hands off each other. It was like being a teenager all over again.

Are you going to fuck me? I asked breathlessly.

I've wanted to fuck you all night, Mallory, he growled before attacking my neck with kisses, sucking and biting on my skin with eagerness. His lips found that spot just below and in front of my ear, sending chills down my spine. I couldn't help but moan.

Eric, I pleaded. My mind spun wildly as my thoughts jumbled together.

What do you want me to do to you? he asked, teasing me.

Make love to me. Fuck me. Take me to the bedroom and ravish me.

He chuckled slightly at my desperation. With pleasure.

My heart pounded in my chest, pumping blood through my veins so fast it almost hurt. But it was all in excitement. I'd had too many drinks at the party, spurred on by Viviana and Evelyn, but then I'd met Eric and everything just clicked. Our eyes had met from across the room and it was like magic. Everything fell perfectly into place.

Where's the bed? Eric asked, pulling me back to the present, not wanting to miss out on any of our passionate union.

Through there. I pointed down the hallway before falling forward into Eric's embrace again.

We moved awkwardly as a couple, entangled together as we slowly inched our way to the bedroom. One step. Another kiss. And another step. My tongue danced along with Eric's as our lips mashed together, our tongues exploring each other's mouths in fervent need. We couldn't get enough. We had to taste and feel each other. We needed it like air.

Our motions were clumsy and awkward. There was too much distance between us. Eric's shirt hung open after I worked the buttons free on the way up to my apartment. I simply couldn't wait any longer. I was in a frenzy of lust, eager and hungry to experience everything that Eric had to offer. And when my fingers found his bare chest and abs, I could sense the power there. It wasn't an overwhelming masculine force, but it was powerful nonetheless, promising to overpower me if we gave in to that temptation.

And I wanted to give in completely. My legs quivered at the mere notion of experiencing everything we had hinted at throughout the evening, conversations carried on with our bodies instead of words. It had been a flirtatious battle from the beginning, driving up the tension until neither of us could stand it anymore.

Somehow we managed to get the rest of the way down the hallway to the bedroom. But still the story of us remained unwritten, our next actions unknown even if it all seemed so right. My hands were still roaming over Eric's rock solid abs, admiring the manly sight of his muscular torso, a promise of how good he would look naked and how good it would feel to be under him or wrapped around his thick cock.

There was no doubt. He was big. I could see the outline of it in his pants. It bulged outward, begging for freedom. I imagined what it looked like without the barrier of denim hiding it from view. But I wasn't ready to relinquish myself just yet. I was greedy, and even though my pussy ached to be filled, I wasn't ready. Not just yet. I wanted the anticipation to build. I wanted to deny myself just a little bit longer, knowing that doing so would make the resulting climax all the more powerful and sweeter.

Instead, I reached down to the top of Eric's jeans, popping open the button and yanking down the zipper as soon as it was unfastened. My lips never left Eric's as I reached inside his jeans and underwear, stroking his bare cock, reveling in the feel of his warm shaft in my hand. Eric's cock grew harder and larger still as I stroked it, pushing the last of his clothing away as I jerked