Bimbo Influencer

Britney woke up and didn’t understand why she was sitting on a spin bike. A large screen sat in front of her. It was currently blank. Her hands were stuck on the handlebars and her feet were stuck on the pedals.

She looked down and saw she was in a bright yellow sports bra, mashing her average C-Cup boobs, and teal yoga pants that hugged her slender trim thighs and her muscular ass. There was even a small hint of cameltoe, even though she had never considered herself to have what some of the influencers called a, 'phat pussy'.

The seat was super low, and even though she lifted her butt off of it, she sill couldn't seem to get off of the spin bike.

"Good morning Britney Calendar. The "greatest influencer" of the little town of Bim. All your adult life, you've wanted nothing more than to be one of those super fake girls on social media. So much so, you lie about who you are. You act way more ditzy than you are, with an actual IQ of 170, you are considered a genius. But you just can't help acting like a dumb bimbo to get more views. Well I'm here to tell you Britney, your dreams are going to come true! In front of you is your Instapage." The TV flickered to life and even though the man behind the voice hadn't actually shown himself yet, Britney was horrified. The TV showed her page, all the duck faces, pictures of her ass, pictures of her boobs that she pushed up to look like D-Cups, all the words she mispronounced on purpose flashed before her.

"Now we are going to shoot a live video. In front of you, you will see all of your fans responses, and some of the new viewers that this reaches too. You'll get to see the comments and likes first hand!"

Britney tried to talk, but couldn't. It was like her mouth wouldn't open. Panic began to set in.

"We will get to that." The man said as if he could tell she wanted to retort. "The game will be simple, and no, it isn't a porno that we will be shooting, although some may think that. Attached in the cushion of your bike, is a small ring. If you lift your butt up, you will actually see it."

Britney did, and could. She looked up and saw the screen changed to a camera feed of her from the front, split with a screen and angle of her from the side and one last one of her from the back. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the little red flashing LIVE in the bottom right corner.

"What I will attach to it is this." She could see the man now. He was handsome, tall, and built solid, but he wasn't what Britney was looking at. She was looking at the enormous string of balls he had in his hand. There was about an inch in between each ball, but the string was stiff, so the balls didn't droop.

"It is a string of anal beads. The smallest one here is an inch in diameter, the largest one here, is ten inches in diameter." Britney began to hyperventilate. There was no way any living person could fit anything ten inches in diameter in their ass.

"Each ball once it inserts into your ass, will transform you in some way. Each way making you more desirable to the audience you are trying to hit. Ultimately, you will become the most famous influencer! It's simple. Fit all ten balls in your ass without having an orgasm, and you will revert back to your old self and the video will be deleted immediately along with any copy anyone tries to make. Have an orgasm, and you will be stuck with the new you, and the video will remain up. Oh, and since you like playing stupid on your Instapage, each orgasm you have will reduce your intelligence by 10%."

With that, the man clipped the end of the anal beads to the chair.

"One last thing. The bike. I almost forgot. Since you like to do sexy workout videos so much on your Instapage. I figured you would like to work out while this is all happening. The bike will automatically begin once the first bead is inserted. It will continue at an easy pace during the entire video. I don't want you getting injured, so we won't go any faster than a three on the scale."

"Ready!? We are about to allow the comments to start!"

Britney couldn't believe what was about to happen to her, it all seemed so stupid. There was no way what this man was saying could actually happen to her. There was no such thing as body altering anal beads or intelligence draining orgasms. Although some of her content had her acting stupid she was actually proud of her smarts when she wasn't filming videos. And she wasn't just some cheap whore that would allow someone to shove ANYTHING up her ass.

That's when all of a sudden she could open her mouth, and at the same time, she could feel the man pop the seam of her yoga pants.

"No, don't do this. Fuck I'll give you whatever you want, please don't put that thing in my ass. Please HELP HELP ME!" A string of emotions ran through her head and out her mouth as she first tried to reason with the man, then tried to plea for help from her audience.

That's when she felt the first bead against her tight backdoor. She tried to clench her cheeks and move her ass away from him, but his grip on her hips was strong. He eventually guided her down. Tears began to stream from her eyes as she looked up and already saw the comments streaming in.

Hi all, I am gonna try something new here. I am basing it off of a friend of mine who used to do stuff like this. The comments you guys leave will be displayed in the next section. Each transformation will allow for more interaction. At a couple of points, the host will even put up what transformations may happen to a vote. Hope to get a bunch of people interacting with this.