Complete Bimbo (2nd Person)

You consider the options before you weighing each for their pros and cons, until eventually, with a sigh, and knowing you have little choice, you answer, "Complete Bimbo."

"Alright," Hawk says, approaching you, hand raised, index finger held against her thumb. "You ready to feel light-headed?"

Before you can even respond, she releases her finger from her thumb, flicking you square in the forehead. Immediately, you can feel a fresh heat blossom at your new pussy. A moan escapes your lips as it grows in intensity, burning at your loins, alongside a panging need pounding at your freshly minted flower. Soon you can feel a wet trickle from between your legs, doing nothing to cool the radiating heat and throbbing you feel there.

"W-wha-?" You mumble, finding trouble to focus on anything but your demanding pussy. Until a new sensation demands your attention.

You scrunch your eyes closed as you feel the sharp sting from Hawk's flick grow stronger. The stinging pain, instead of fading begins to spread, suffusing you whole skull in the sensation, now multiplied. You hiss through your teeth, hands now clutching at the sides of your head as the pain grows. Then, it becomes something new. It feels like your skull is shrinking. Your brain being squeezed tighter in its confines. You yelp aloud at the strange feeling, but can do little else as it continues. Your thoughts are panicked, demanding action. But there is nothing to be done as you feel your mind shrink. And as it does, your demanding anxious thoughts slow. You try to think of anything to hold onto, mathematics, history, science, but you find that you are too late, the subjects barren within your stored knowledge. Even as you struggle to hold onto something, you begin to forget why. All that stuff doesn't matter anyways, right? None of it's gonna stop your pussy from being all hungry... you wanna just fix that.

With your mind simplifying more and more, you can't help but feel a happiness as your worries seem to drip out of you alongside higher thinking. Trickling down much like the arousal along your thighs. Then before you know it, your head fills big again! Bigger than ever now! Big and empty.

Giggling happily, you open your eyes and see Hawk before you, watching. Maybe she can fuck you? You give her a wide goofy smile, lolling out your tongue, some drool dripping from your lips as you change your scrunched hands at your hair to peace signs, hoping she'll want to have some fun!

"Ya feeling alright, champ?"

You quirk an eyebrow, confused. You're name's not Champ, right? That's soooo weird. Why's she calling you that? You can't help but giggle at how funny that is, "Uh-huh! I'm all gooder now!" You answer, cheerily. "Though, my pussy's all really hot and all! Can ya help?" You ask, half-whining to her, your new voice somehow higher in pitch.

She gives you a half-grin, which you eagerly return with yours, before she shakes her head, "Sorry, we'll have to pass for now." Which makes your grin turn into a pursed pout.

Uncaring, Hawk hands you some of the papers she's been holding, your arms at least still being able to move. "Let's start with something simple for the body: Height. That's pretty easy right? How tall would you like to be?"

You look at the papers now in your hands, and scrunch your brows, looking at the letters with yet more confusion. You slowly mouth the words, but find it hard to get through it all. Especially with your pussy still screaming at you. Luckily, there's at least some pictures!