Becoming Her Inner Bimbo

"They say cocaine enhances your personality—in addition to being a major stimulant," Blaze said before she tossed back the bottle and sucked the warm **** down her throat. Lois Lane, siting down, pulled an unopened bottle of water from the mess on the table, undid the top and took a sip...and then another, suddenly quite thirty, the pill like a point of fire in her stomach.

"That was where I got the idea, really. The exact opposite. Something that would invert the personality. Chaste would become slutty, intelligence would become stupidity, independence and willfullness would become...subservience. The more you take, the more pronounced the effects."

The nearly-naked woman looked at Lois, who sat there with her knees together, sipping from her bottle of water. Lois wondered if, perhaps, the woman was mad. If the **** had fried her brain.

"That doesn't, uh...." Lois blinked, suddenly feeling a wave of heat pass over her. "Tyrell said it changed them. Their bodies. Made their...boobies bigger."

That strange half-smile appeared on Angelica Blaze's lips. As if she knew something Lois didn't know.

"It's about body perception, you see. All the issues you have with your body. The things you wanted but never had. Fat? It'll melt away. Bad skin? Clear up. Puberty not kind? Your tits will balloon. All women in this tainted, patriarchal society have body image issues. Deep down they want to be bimbos, because they've been programmed to think that's what they should want. What men want."

There was a bitter edge. Lois frowned, then swooned in the chair, suddenly light-headed. She chugged the bottle of water, her body perspiring freely. It was so hot all of a sudden. Lois wondered what was actually in that ****. MDMA, probably, maybe a bit of meth...or LSD...

Lois Lane panted, suddenly aware of the straps of her bra digging into her back and shoulders, her cleavage holder too tight. The reporter wasn't sure what was happening, but she shrugged out of her jacket, sweat pouring down her arms. Her fingers trembled as she reached back and under her shirt to unhook her bra.

"Stop."

The word hung in the air...and Lois obeyed. She looked up. In the dim light, Angelica Blaze's eyes seemed to glow from within.

It's a trip, Lois told herself. I'm tripping. Something in the ****, to make me suggestible...

"You've been a member of the itty-bitty titty committee your entire life, Lois Lane," Blaze said, pronouncing the reporter's name with a strange emphasis on the L's. "Now, it is time to unleash your inner bimbo."