It’s a pun…

A dumb happy smile sticks to your face as you splatter the floor in another thick cream layer, one stroke is all you need, all you can grant yourself anymore. You don’t even remember waking up, your cunts juices flow completely freely down your legs. Your body wants you to submit to the cravings and cum until you pass out, but your mind wants you to be a good girl. You are a good girl. The voices behind the glass reaffirm it, that’s all they are calling you now, a bimbo girl, it feels so right, so natural. Not that you’re listening, you just instinctively smile when you hear it it’s completely natural now after all. Right, natural, the words keep repeating themselves, did they convince you or did you convince yourself?. The desire to cum is so strong now, how are you ever even going to satisfy that? how are you going to go back to your normal life?. People won’t recognise you, you got so caught up in this whole thing, it all happened so fast. You’ve been turned nearly completely into a woman without even stopping to consider-

MMMMMMMHHHHHHH AHHHHMMMMM!

Pleasure rips your thoughts away as suddenly as they came. Your eyes focus back onto the room for the brief few moments before they glaze over, staring into the glass a needle and pink liquid have entered into your neck. This time you try to focus yourself as best you can, your uncontrolled moaning both making it difficult to keep your mind focused, yet inadvertently clearing your vision as shock rises inside of you. Right in time for it to be obstructed again by your hair. Cascading down over your eyes, shoulders and down your back, your hair grows out long, thick, luscious, and changing colour slowly as it gently tickles its way down your spine. From your natural colour, it shifts itself into a bright yellow, to a red, into a dark purple, then shift into a light shade and finally into pink. Getting brighter and lighter as it continues its growth all the way down you until it reaches just above your endlessly bouncing ass, and turns to its new shade of bright neon pink, from roots to end.

You barely have time to brush it from your eyes, your small gentle fingers moving through your new luscious locks as the changes set about on your face. Your lips begin to grow, turning into the vibrant red of a natural lipstick to complement your hair, as the colour changes your lips swell, becoming full, plump, juicy and thick, growing slowly into soft, perfect cock pillows. You run your tongue over them slowly, spit leaking slightly from the corners as they reach the limits of what is naturally possible for a human. They form into a near-perpetual gentle pout, inviting everyone to kiss them, and put them to work wherever they please on their bodies.

As your lips and hair finally finish their changes your face begins to shift, your cheeks, jaw and head move with careful purpose as your face becomes soft and rounded. Slowly before your eyes, you become more and more feminine, shifting to androgynous, to a plain bookish sort, to pretty, attractive, beautiful and finally stunning. The face of the perfect bimbo-looking back at you in the glass. Your face. Cascading pink hair, full lips, high cheekbones and a soft sculptured face. Stunning is the only way anyone could ever reasonably possibly think to ever describe you, perfect, beautiful, desirable. Irresistible. A perfect bimbo fuck doll.