Beating the Bimbo Buzzer

"So, is he still in there?"

The possessed guard nods idly as he inspects his fingernails, pulling a bit of a face at the sight. "Oh sure, he's, like, trying rilly hard to get back in control. I dunno how long we've got."

"Well we can deal with that later. Just get us out of here for now, right?" The sound of boots marching towards the door injects you with a bit more urgency as you quickly stow away the drained orb and shush a giggling Duchess. "Think you can do that?"

The demon shrugs dramatically, which doesn't exactly fill you with hope. Well it's too late now; the door's opening and sure enough there's Sir Boxjaw. He gives you and your companions an apologetic smile as he moves towards the distressingly bored-looking Sourpuss. "So! Everything seems in order? Anything to report?"

You hold your breath as the possessed guard glances up at Boxjaw, then turns his eyes towards you. Fuck, he's giving you a bit of a smirk. You always knew it was only a matter of time before the demon betrayed you; you just hoped it would be in, like, sixty years or something. That's not so goddamn unreasonable! You're trying to decide whether or not making a break for it would work when the guard speaks up. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Just boring dumb bleh."

Oh thank god. The guard captain nods graciously and turns to you, starting to rattle through a very official sounding speech of thanks and welcome as Sourpuss fixes you with his teasing gaze. Why the fuck is he still smirking? This is getting....wait. Uh, now that you're taking a closer look, you're pretty sure the possessed Sourpuss isn't actually smirking at you, it's just that his lips look a little puffier. And the lines around his mouth are smoothing out. And...oh. Oh, fuck.

The bimbo spell. The demon is transforming Sourpuss from the inside out. The demon must have noticed the twitch of realization behind your straining mask, because he coquettishly gives his lower lip a little flick of his tongue. It's not too noticeable yet, but before long it will be, and the demon clearly knows it. And judging by the way that Boxjaw keeps rambling on about sights to see and what he considers to be the best inns, you're done for.

You sit helplessly for an agonizing moment, dumbly watching as Sourpuss shifts almost fully through simply looking fresh and well-rested and begins working his way towards actual androgyny. The possessed guard quirks his little grin a bit before giving an excessively deep yawn, indulging himself in a stretch of a body that you think already looks a bit slimmer, and standing up to interrupt Boxjaw's filibuster. "Ugh, wrap it up already! I don't wanna spent anymore time here with this loser and his dumpy daughter, okay?"

Duchess gasps indignantly as Boxjaw's eyes go wide. "I say! I say indeed, that's no way to speak to a noblewoman at all! You are a representative of the princess, sir, and while you are-"

Sourpuss cuts him off again by hawking loudly and spitting on the ground. "Oh whatever; the only person as dumpy as this guy's stupid daughter is our fat princess. So there!"

The knight's eyes look like they want to blast straight out of his skull as he stares at Sourpuss, so indignant that he totally misses that he would more accurately be Sweetiepuss at this point. Luckily, he manages to **** his words out. "You will exit my sight."

If Boxjaw finds it odd that his former aide de camp's response is to blow him a kiss and give a deep curtsy before slipping out of the room, he doesn't show it. Instead, he continues to stand stricken for a moment, the popped veins in his neck gradually releasing tension as the red slowly fades from his face. He takes a deep, steadying breath before turning to give you a distracted yet apologetic look. "I cannot express how regretfully I am that you all have been put through this, this...ordeal. Please, don't let me hinder you any further." He steps back, gesturing gallantly towards the door. "I hope we can meet again under less unpleasant circumstances."

You quickly nod and murmur thanks as you usher a huffy Duchess out the door, Dogsbody following dutifully behind you. You can't shut the door behind you fast enough, hurrying as nonchalantly as you can down the cobblestones of the thoroughfare into the city proper. You turn into an alleyway once you feel you've put a safe distance between yourself and the walls, letting out your held breath as you all but collapse against the wall. Fuck. Next time, you're gonna just try to sneak into a day spa or something.

Your attempts to calm down are shattered when a soft form suddenly presses itself into you from the shadows, your burst of panic fading away as you realize that it's the possessed guard. Though now, it's more accurately his cute younger sister. Sourpuss wasn't a particularly big man, but he certainly had a masculine (ugly) air about him. The best he could do now is pretty tomboy, a bit short but leggy. His suddenly baggy tunic falls over one shoulder and her pants only manage to stay up by the virtue of the pert rounded butt that continues to slowly bubble up behind her. Uh right, guess we might as well officially switch from "he" to "her" now. Your overgrown dick made that decision for you the moment she pressed her slim, flat chest against you and moaned, allowing you to experience the exact moment that small, happy breasts plumped out to squish against you. You don't remember what Sourpuss smelled like, but his sister smells fucking good.

The demon pulls back for a moment, giggling laboriously as she inspects herself with heavily lidded eyes. "Oooo, I can't hold on much longer...but it feels soooo niiiice...Hehe, look! I gotta lil' stiffie!"

The demon pulls her pants back tightly and sure enough, she's sporting a straining but very petite boner. She moans through her giggles as she gives it a light prod. "Oh boo, he's rilly holding onto it...I dunno if I can beat him..."

"Sir, may I?"

You nod absently, and Dogsbody glides forward. The possessed guard has time to give her a questioning look before your butler expertly slips a hand down her pants. She giggles, then groans, and then squeals in delight through a full body spasm, a small splotch of wetness staining her front. Dogsbody removes her hand, giving you a full view as Sourpuss's deliriously spent tiny cock twitches away, shrinking into a bulbous little nub. The demon laughs, eyes wild in triumph as she pulls the pants even tighter against her flat crotch, throwing it into clear contrast as the thin, wet material sudden sinks into a brand new cleft, ripe lips fattening up around it.

She has time to reach a shaky hand down and give herself one long stroke, eyes rolling back as she sighs in bliss, before pink and black smoke begins to billow out of her ears. Dogsbody deftly slips around the girl as she all but collapses, the churning power that is the bimboized demon rushing out of her and back into the orb. Before long the last wisp flits out of her, Sourpuss letting out a low groan as she fumblingly forces herself out of your butler's arms, collapsing to her hands and knees on the ground. The Bimbo Orb slips itself out of your pouch, happily floating up beside your head.

◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑ "That was so fuuun! She's such a cutie now! Still not hot enough, though."

The former guard has manages to **** herself to her feet by now, trying to gathering up her overly baggy clothes, shoot you a **** glare and stay upright all at the same time. It's a challenge. "You....you fucking....ugggh...."

Mm, cute voice. She sounds like she should be at the top of a pyramid at some high school pep rally; you don't think Sourpuss is going to be able to do "threatening" very well from now on.

"Hey, actively possessing yourself with a demon is at least fifty percent on you. Maybe forty-five percent."

She tries to growl in rage, but a combination of exhaustion and cuteness renders it utterly impotent. "You, you think you've done something? I can just turn myself back, any idiot warlock knows this sort of thing! Watch!"

You stare as the girl tenses up, her cheeks ballooning out in effort and her brow adorably furrowing. After a long moment she lets out a gasp of breath, gives a snarl of rage, and tries again, her face turning completely red. She holds on for even longer, but is eventually left gasping for air again. "Why can't I do this?! This is super duper easy magic! I've been able to do this since, like..." She trails off, her eyes going wide as her shift in vocabulary dawns on her. "...I, um...I've been able to, like....um...."

You can't help but grin, Duchess tilting her head to one side as she inspects you curiously. "Oh, huh. You only got part of the dose, so I wasn't sure it would happen? But it looks like you got at least a bit of the full effects." You slip an arm around Duchess's waist, pressing the girl into you. "Do you know what that means, Duchess?"

The girl looks at you blankly, then turns her eyes towards the increasingly horrified Sourpuss with an equally dim look. She crinkles her brow in supreme effort, slowly working through the scene before her. Then, the pink wheels manage one laborious turn and she suddenly grins, letting out peal of laughter. "Oh, Daddy! She's a dummy now! Ahahaha!"

It's all Sourpuss can do to shriek in outrage and race off, stumbling all the way on her baggy clothes. Well, you've certainly made an enemy for life, one with power and influence you don't have a full grasp on. Having one who's halfway to a bimbo will have to do for a leg up.