Worst New Year Ever: A Bimbo Transformation Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Through some twist of science or magic, bimbofication is spreading through the population. Bryce is unaware that she has even been exposed.

As a waitress at a New Year’s Eve party, Bryce becomes patient zero, spreading the bimbo virus to unsuspecting women. But she is in the midst of her own transformation that will forever alter her body and her life.

What kind of bimbo will Bryce become? Just how extreme can her life become? Find out in Worst New Year Ever.

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Jan 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215605424

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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Worst New Year Ever

WORST NEW YEAR EVER

A BIMBO TRANSFORMATION NOVELLA

BIMBO VIRUS

BOOK THREE

SADIE THATCHER

Copyright © 2024 by Sadie Thatcher

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

1

My keys rattled as I fought to push them into the lock. I was a bit tipsy from the champagne served at the dinner party where I worked as a waitress that evening. But the truth was, even sober, my fingers might still have been too clumsy to insert the correct key. I could hold trays laden with heavy dishes, but sometimes I struggled to just get my key into the lock. It didn't make sense. Then again, my life didn't make sense most of the time, at least by conventional standards. But life for me was anything but conventional.

Tony, I called out as I got the door open, are you ready to fuck? I know I am.

My pussy was dripping wet, even though I couldn't really tell. The latex panties kept all that moisture in. I didn't really like wearing latex that much, especially when there were attached dildos filling both my pussy and my ass. I wouldn't have worn them at all, except that Tony had insisted. The nature of our relationship gave me little choice. He was my dominant and I had signed away control of my body.

Even now, after months of wearing them nearly constantly, I wasn't totally comfortable wearing the panties. However, I hoped that getting Tony to fuck me would give me a reprieve from the infernal things. And after spending all night working, I was ready to get out of them.

Bryce? he answered, stepping out into the living room, his cock hanging flaccid. Where have you been?

Working, just like you asked, I said as I hurriedly took off my shoes and dropped my purse on the floor near the couch. It was another New Year's Eve dinner party. You remember, don't you?

But it's New Year's Eve. Or it was. You should have been here with me. I wanted to ring in the new year with my girl, but you weren't here.

I grumbled inwardly, but did my best not to display this level of pettiness on Tony's part. I didn't want to fight. I was sure he was geared up for one, just wanting to argue and brow beat me with his righteousness. However, I wasn't in the mood. I just wanted to fuck, and then I was hoping to go to sleep.

You told me to work this job. You got me the job. As I recall, you didn't want me sitting around the house all day without contributing to cover expenses. And I told you I was assigned to work tonight.

My temper started to slip through the cracks. I had never been perfect at controlling my anger, but somehow that ability had eroded over time. I knew this, but it was difficult to do anything about it.

That's no excuse, Tony said sternly. You should have been here. You're my submissive. Your first duty should be to me, your dom. I needed you. I should punish you for that.

I sucked in a breath and held it a moment to avoid saying what first came to mind. I didn't want to get into it. Look, I've had a rough night. My boobs feel like they're busting out of my bra for some reason, and I'm all hot and bothered down below. Could you please just let me get naked and then fuck me silly? I'm serious.

I was beyond caring about anything else. It sounded selfish