Epilogue: Bimbo Descent

Lois Lane's head hurt. It seemed to hurt all the time now. A low-level headache that became almost a migraine when she was ****, during working hours, to concentrate on research and writing. The articles that had used to flow so easily only came out now by dint of effort, and Lois had to lean harder on spellcheck and grammar check, double- and triple-check her sources and citations. She couldn't afford to screw up.

She could barely afford to eat.

The last week she'd been relegated to instant noodles. Her bank account was dangerously close to empty, and she was back to where she had been when she had gotten her first job, working paycheck to paycheck. Lois knew she had to leave enough money in the account to pay rent, utilities...and Tyrell had raised the prices again. Even cutting back her expenses to bare minimums hadn't been enough to make up the difference. She wasn't sure what she was going to do for her next hit.

Tyrell did. He handed her a card.

"Bimbr. It's a dating app. You post a nice, sexy screenshot of yourself. I'll manage your dates. You get two pills per date. You take a pill, then go out and have dinner with them. The date pays for your pills. You treat them nice, you get more dates, more pills."

Lois bit her lip. She knew what was being asked of her...expected of her. The reporter had to ask.

"Just a date, right? I'm not expected to have sex?"

Tyrell smiled as he handed her a pill. "That's up to you. If a big-tittied bimbo can keep her legs closed, that's no problem. Now, take this before you take your picture...I want you to look your best."

Lois hated herself for saying yes. She told herself it was just temporary, just until she could get her money back under control...

At home in her apartment, Lois cleaned up. The pill sat there next to her phone, as Lois showered and shaved and put on her makeup. Her breasts kept getting in the way; weeks of semi-regular dosing had made the former handfuls grow to be full-on-tits, and Lois couldn't afford proper bras for them. Her back ached all the time from the added weight, and she could feel the muscles in her shoulders. There had been other changes to...the roots of her raven-black hair were coming a pale gold. Her buttocks, previously pert and muscles, had swelled out further. No little pimples or spots on her skin, which was smooth and pink. Her lips were a little plumper too.

She felt half like a bimbo already, even before she swallowed the pill...and chased it down by chugging a gallon of water.

That was something she had learned, over the last couple of months. Most of the immediate swelling was water weight: the more water in your system, the bigger you got...and Lois liked to get really big, when she went bimbo. It only took a few minutes for it to start...the tension in her tits, the constant headache fading into the background. Normally Lois would be naked by now, rubbing a dildo against her cunny as some porn played on the television...not now she smoothed her best red dress and brought up the Bimbr app...tried on a smile as she held the phone out...

Her chest rose and fell...the kind of breasts she had only dreamed about, back when puberty hit...but now, with each breathe her tits seemed to get bigger. Lois became more natural as she felt her thick nipples grow erect as they pressed against the fabric. Her shirt tented out and grew taut, cleavage deepened. The bottom of the dress inched upward as her ass expanded outward, to reveal more of her long, pale legs...and it was a struggle, now, for Lois to hold on. She needed to keep focused to take the photo when she was...was...

The train of thought seemed to squirm away from her consciousness. The reporter's mouth opened and closed, her lips stuck in a perpetual pout. Her pussy was already damp, and her fingernails, long and painted pink, fumbled at the screen. There was a flash...another one...and Lois almost didn't recognize the bimbo that stared back at her from the new profile on the Bimbr app.

She fell back on the bed, her hand between her legs. Not a thought in her head as she rubbed at her wet slit, and she ignored the hunger pains entirely as she groped at her pussy.