Now entering Bimboville, population you

“And your butt?” she asked. “Yess, oh my god yes!” you gasped, and you felt your skirt lift up and tear in places as your ass expanded, your thighs filling with fat.

“Your lips?” “Bigger, yes, bigger!” you sighed. “I wanna be sexy for you Mistress! Make me sexy! Make me your sexy Wana!” Your mouth struggled to form that last request as your lips plumped up, a permanent gap forming between them as they puffed out.

“My little shortstack is such a good girl.” You grin at Mistress, your hand pumping back and forth under the tatters of your clothes, sweat dripping from your face.

Any praise from her was a blessing. “I wonder what you think of the new you? I mean, you asked me to make these changes after all.” You didn’t really get what Mistress was saying. Of course you liked these changes, they made Joanna so happy…Joanna. The haze lifts. You remove your hand from under your skirt, now sticky with fluid, and scramble up to look in the mirror.

You were unrecognisable, even compared to your female form from earlier. You still had to tiptoe to see the reflection of the full extent of the damage you had done to yourself in your lust-filled daze, but it was enough. Your clothes, now in pieces, had fallen to the floor and you could see your naked body in all its glory. Joanna was right, you were a shortstack in every sense. “Like, what did you do??” you turn to Joanna. “More like what did you do?” You did this to yourself, you know,” she said, poking your oversized lips. “You asked for these changes. In fact, you begged for them.”

“Buwshit. That, like, totally wasn’t me. You made me say that! You made me, like, a total bimbo swut!” you screamed. “That wasn’t you? Lana asked for those changes. Tell me, what’s your name again?” “Wana! Wait, like, no, it’s Wana! I mean…” You trail off. Why couldn’t you say your name? And why couldn’t you talk properly?? “I kept those mental changes over!” Joanna said, grinning. “You really should know your true name by now, I thought I’d help you out! Also, you have your old intelligence back, I just thought the bimbo-speak was kinda cute. Though, even if you’re not completely stupid, to anyone else you’ll definitely sound like you are! This is your life now, honey.” Joanna went to tap the device again, and you realised you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t live like this, in this sexed up body, talking like a bimbo forever, your life in Joanna’s hands. You had to do something, but what?