Chapter 1: Bimbo Viewing
It was another day of lost opportunities of stardom and humiliation at the hands of my rival actor Steve as I tossed my keys aside and slumped onto my couch, staring off in dismay. It was late at night on a Friday and I could hear the rumblings of thunder in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning. The rain was starting to pound against the windows of my shabby apartment, the gloomy weather reflecting my gloomy mood.
My name is Adam, a 25 year old single man living alone in a lonely apartment, desperate to make it as a big actor on the movie screen. I had picked up a few small parts here and there but nothing to really write home about. In my own honest opinion, I was a pretty handsome guy with brown hair and eyes and a muscular build who stood about 6'1.
I should have been able to land any part, I mean I had even taken four years of acting classes in college to try and hone my abilities. Yet it was all for nothing the day I met Steve. The man was a god amongst other actresses and groupies desperate to be around him. He was a manipulative asshole and had even been my friend and roommate at one time, Fuck, the asshole had even stolen my girlfriend at the time too.
He was a menace and the bane of my existence, always snatching lead roles that I was a shoe in for right out from under me. It was humiliating, a total feeling of dejection and I was simply tired of being a nobody in a sea of important people. If only I could have a life filled with happiness and nothing to worry about, no cares and just being worshiped and chased after by the opposite sex.
I reached for the remote and turned on the TV, desperate for anything to take my mind off my disastrous audition earlier today. Another of Steve's sabotages as he had his agent pose as mine and text me the wrong directions to the studio where i needed to try out for the role of a lifetime. I think it was for one of those super hero comic franchises or whatever. It wasn't important, but I mean...franchise money! I could have been rich and launched my career to stardom!
"Why do I even bother?" I muttered to myself, as I started scrolling through the channels. "Steve's got every role I go for. He's got the look, the charm, and the luck."
I settled on an old sitcom rerun, but even the canned laughter couldn't cheer me up. I kept thinking about how Steve had screwed me over again, just like he did months ago when he was room mate and suddenly left after taking a major role from me. I hated him for his perfect abs, perfect smile, and perfect everything. He always got the girl too. I would often imagine myself in his place, with all the fame and fortune. But that was just a pipe dream, or so I thought.
I turned my attention back to the TV, flipping through the channels again. My hand stopped on some generic late-night porno channel, one of those that promised ‘hardcore’ action but delivered the same old predictable soft core C grade sex scenes. I was about to change it again when a sudden flash of strange pink lightning lit up the whole room, followed by an ear-splitting crack of thunder. The power flickered, and for a moment, I thought the TV would go out or at least explode.
Instead, the screen turned a strange shade of swirling neon pinks, and the porno changed. The actors vanished, replaced by a insanely gorgeous and super humanly endowed blonde bombshell with enormous, round breasts, a tiny waist, a full perfect bimbo butt and long, toned legs. She was bouncing up and down on a stud’s huge cock, moaning and grunting with each thrust.
“What the fuck?” I muttered, eyes wide with shock.
I’d never seen anything like it. The bimbo on the screen was out of this world, her body contorting in ways that defied physics. I found myself transfixed, my dick stirring in my pants despite my confusion. The bimbo's eyes rolled back as she let out a high-pitched squeal, her massive tits bouncing wildly with every movement. The stud beneath her, a chiseled specimen of masculinity, grunted and groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
A strange sensation began to build within me, a tingling that started at my scalp and coursed down my spine like a river of fire. I tried to look away from the TV, but my eyes were glued to the screen. The bimbo was now on all fours, taking the stud from behind, her huge ass cheeks jiggling with every thrust. The room grew hotter, the air thick with an unfamiliar scent—sweet and musky, like a mix of lust and perfume.
I felt a strange pressure in my chest, a sensation I'd never experienced before. It was as if my body was expanding, filling out in ways I couldn't quite understand.
"What's happening to me?" I whispered, my voice sounding distant, like it was coming from someone else.
I ignored the sensations and started to jerk my cock, hard and fast, the slickness of my pre-cum making it easy. The bimbo on the screen now had her mouth open wide, taking the stud’s immense cock in and out, her eyes watering as she gagged on it. Her moans and grunts became louder, more desperate, her body bucking against the stud’s thrusts. I matched her pace, my own hips lifting off the couch, my cock pulsing in my hand.
The room spun around me, the walls dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors. Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through my chest, a sensation like a thousand needles prickling my skin. I gasped, arching my back, my body convulsing as the pain spread. My vision blurred, and I cried out, but it was no longer my voice that echoed through the room.
It was higher, breathier, like a sultry whisper. I tried to blink, but my eyes felt heavy, and everything was a blur of neon colors and flickering lights. The pain was intense, but beneath it, I felt something else—a strange, almost pleasurable sensation that started in my groin and radiated outward. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, a heat that seemed to ignite every nerve ending in my body. I gasped as I realized my clothing had completely disappeared and my skin now looked smooth, hairless and was becoming tanned.
I heard a low whimper, and it took me a moment to realize that it had come from me. My voice was different, softer, more feminine. I tried to call out, to demand answers, but all that came out was a soft moan. The pain was subsiding, replaced by a strange, warm tingling that spread through my body like wildfire. I felt different, somehow—lighter, more sensitive. I could feel every inch of my skin, every strand of hair, every tiny movement of my body.
It was like every sense had been amplified, every nerve ending more sensitive. I tried to open my eyes, but the world was still a swirl of neon colors and flickering lights. I could hear the sound of my own breathing, shallow and rapid, and beneath it, a steady thumping that I realized was my heartbeat. My whole body felt alive, electric, like I was plugged into some cosmic current. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t make sense of it. All I knew was that it felt good, better than anything I had ever experienced.
As my vision cleared, I looked at the screen as the blond bimbo came and screamed, then a bright flashed enveloped me and the entire apartment in a bright pink light. When the light faded, I was left gasping, my body feeling different, alien, yet somehow more familiar than it should have been. My skin felt softer, smoother, and I could feel my hair cascading down my back, a long platinum blonde waterfall that I had never seen before. I reached up, touching my face, and gasped as I felt plump lips and high cheekbones, a face that was most definitely not mine.
I looked down at my body, and my breath caught in my throat. I was no longer Adam, the struggling actor with a middling physique and average looks. I was a woman, a fucking knockout bimbo with massive tits, a tiny waist, and an ass that could stop traffic. I ran my hands over my body, feeling the curves and contours, the softness of my skin, the hardness of my nipples. I pinched one, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me moan.
"Holy shit," I whispered, my voice breathy and sultry, like I had inhaled a lungful of helium. "What the fuck just happened?"
I looked around my apartment, and my jaw dropped. It was no longer the cluttered bachelor pad of a struggling actor. The walls were now painted a soft pink, and the movie posters were replaced with neon-lit pinups of bimbos in various states of undress. The couch I was sitting on was covered in soft, plush fabric, and the air was filled with the scent of sweet perfume.
I stumbled to my feet, my new body feeling light and agile. I walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall, and I gasped at my reflection. The person looking back at me was a vision of pure, unadulterated sex appeal. I had long, platinum blonde hair cascading down my back to my full ass, big, sultry blue eyes, and full, pouty lips. My tits were massive, globular beach balls that defied gravity, sitting high on my chest, and my waist was tiny, accentuating the curve of my hips.
My ass was perfect, round and firm, and my legs were long and toned to go along with my tanned and toned bimbo body. I looked like a living, breathing sex doll, and I couldn’t take my eyes off myself. I was even shorter too, now about 5'6 and younger as I had to be at least no more than 20 years old. Yet, the most amazing change was my crotch as I no longer had a dick between my legs but a bald and glistening wet, perfect and puffy pussy that made me shiver form the soft cool air blowing over it.
I ran my hands over my body, cupping my incredible tits and squeezing them. They felt full and heavy, the nipples hardening under my touch. I pinched them, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me moan. My pussy throbbed, the heat between my legs almost unbearable. I could feel how sensitive my clit was, how easily it responded to even the slightest touch. I slipped my hand between my legs, feeling the smooth, bald skin of my pussy, and let out a gasp. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping down my thighs.
The TV suddenly flickered back to life, and a new scene was playing. This time, it was a close-up of a massive cock, veins pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight, and I felt an overwhelming desire to taste it. I dropped to my knees in front of the TV, my eyes never leaving the screen. The cock was huge, thick and long, and I could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin. The tip glistened with pre-cum, and I licked my lips, hungry for it.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my voice a sultry whisper. “I like, gotta have that.”
I reached out, expecting my hand to pass through the TV screen like it always did. But instead, my fingers brushed against the hot, velvety skin of the cock, and I gasped. It was real, and it was right in front of me. It was a strange sight to see, a massive nearly foot long cock pulsating and throbbing as it jutted from the TV screen. My head throbbed with a dull yet humming pulse of pleasure just by seeing it now a few mere inches from my face.
I shivered and slowly reached to grab the strange member in front of me and gasped as it was hot to the touch. A low groan escaped my lips as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, feeling the heat and the texture of the skin beneath my fingertips. I looked up, my blue eyes meeting the TV screen, and I stuck out my tongue, licking my lips seductively. The desire to taste it, to have it fill my mouth, was overwhelming. Part of me was begging myself to stop, but...I just needed it so fucking badly. It was like I meant to do this.
I leaned in, my breath hot on the tip. I could see the pre-cum dripping, a clear, glistening trail beckoning me. I opened my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue to catch the first drop. It landed with a soft plop, the taste sweet and salty, like a forbidden treat. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as I licked my lips, tasting it fully. I wanted more. I engulfed the tip of the cock in my mouth, my lips stretching wide around it.
It was so big, I could barely fit it in, but the challenge made me even more eager. I looked up, my blue eyes meeting the strange shaft that was coming out of my glowing TV. My brain could barely comprehend it, but then again, I realized that I was having a hard time even concentrating now. I mean, only moments ago as I was a man and now...I had a fucking cunt and massive tits on me.
My new body was hot with desire, and my pussy was so wet that it was dripping down my thighs. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the vibration making the stud on the screen groan. I loved the taste of him, salty and masculine, and I wanted more. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide.
"Fuck, yeah," I heard someone say, and I realized with a jolt that the voice was coming from the TV.
A face formed in the background at the top of the TV screen and I realized it was a handsome stud watching me, his eyes glued to my mouth as I took him deeper. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but I didn't stop. I wanted more of him, needed more of him. I could feel the veins pulsing in my throat as I swallowed him down, my saliva dripping down my chin and onto my tits.
"Fuck, yeah, baby," the stud groaned, his voice deep and gravelly. "Take that cock like a good little slut."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy, and I moaned around his cock, my body trembling with desire. I suddenly found myself in love with being called a slut. I loved the filthy words tumbling from his lips. I wanted him to talk dirty to me, to tell me how much of a fucking slut I was.
"Mmmph, yeah," I mumbled around his cock, my eyes watering as I took him deeper.
I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I swallowed, making him groan.
"Fuck, baby, you're so good at this. Such a fucking little slut, aren't you?"
I nodded, my eyes rolling back as I sucked and slurped on his cock. I was in a trance, driven by a primal need to please, to satisfy. I didn't want to be anything but a fuck toy for this stud. I wanted him to use me, to abuse me, to fill me with his hot, sticky cum.
"That's right, baby," he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You're a good little slut, aren't you? A good little fuck toy for me to play with."
I moaned in agreement, my pussy throbbing with every word he spoke. I could feel the spit dripping down my chin, my tits bouncing as I moved my head up and down. The stud on the screen was watching me, his eyes dark with lust, his hands gripping the sides of the TV as if he was trying to push himself deeper into my mouth.
"Yeah, that's it," he growled. "Take it all, you little cock slut. Show me what that pretty little mouth can do."
His words sent a fresh jolt of desire through me, and I moaned around his cock, my pussy throbbing with need. I wanted him to fuck me, to fill me up with his massive cock. I could feel my body responding to his dirty talk, my skin flushed with desire, my nipples hard as diamonds. I wanted him to talk to me like that, to call me filthy names and tell me what a good little slut I was. I wanted him to degrade me, to humiliate me, to use me like the toy he said I was.
I took him deeper, my nose pressing against the TV screen, my lips stretching wide around his thick shaft. I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I swallowed, making him groan. The vibration of his voice sent shivers down my spine, and I moaned around his cock, my pussy clenching with need.
"Fuck, you're incredible," the stud groaned. "Your mouth is so fucking hot, baby. I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock."
His words sent a shock wave of pleasure straight to my clit, and I cried out, my body trembling with need. My brain was having trouble keeping up as it felt lie my head was filled with yummy cotton candy. My mind was swirling with raw desire and hunger, but all I wanted was more of that massive cock in my mouth. The stud's words were like fuel to my fire, lighting me up from the inside.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" the stud said, his voice raspy with desire. "You like having my big cock in your mouth, don't you?"
I moaned eagerly, nodding my head as much as I could while still sucking his cock. I wanted him to know how much I loved it, how much I wanted more. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting every inch of him. I could feel the veins pulsing beneath my lips, could taste the pre-cum leaking out as he grew even harder.
I reached down and started to play with my pussy, my fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in quick, firm circles. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan.
"Fuck, yeah, baby," he said. "Play with that little pussy for me. Show me how much you love my cock."
I moaned, my fingers moving faster, my pussy dripping with desire. I could feel the heat building, the pressure growing, and I knew I was close. I wanted to cum, wanted to feel that release, but I also wanted him to cum first. I wanted to feel his hot cum shooting down my throat, fill me up until I choked. I wanted to swallow every last drop of him, be his good little cum slut.
"Fuck, baby, I'm close," the stud groaned, his voice ragged. "You want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?"
I moaned eagerly, my fingers moving faster on my clit, my body trembling with need. I wanted it, needed it. I wanted him to come in my mouth, wanted to taste him, to feel him, to swallow him down. I nodded eagerly around his cock, my eyes watering as I took him deeper.
"That's it, you little slut," he growled, his breath coming in quick gasps. "Take it all, take every fucking drop."
I grunted and groaned, my body trembling as my fingers moved faster on my clit. I could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading through my body, and I knew I was close.
"Fuck, yeah, baby," the stud groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "You're gonna take it all, aren't you? Every fucking drop," the stud growled.
I moaned around his cock, my hand moving faster on my clit. I was so close, my body trembling with need, my pussy throbbing.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, you fucking slut!" he yelled, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Take it all, take every fucking drop!" the stud shouted, his voice echoing through my apartment.
I felt him swell inside my mouth, his cock throbbing against my tongue. My eyes watered, but I didn't stop. I sucked harder, my head bobbing up and down, my fingers frantically working my clit.
"Here it comes, you little slut!" he screamed, and I felt the first hot jet of cum hit the back of my throat.
I swallowed quickly, taking it all, feeling it coat my insides. The stud on the screen started to thrust his hips, fucking my face, his cock going deep into my throat with each push. I gagged, spit dribbling down my chin, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to take it all, every last inch of him. I wanted him to use me, to abuse me, to fill me up until I was choking on his hot cum.
"Yeah, that's it, you little fuck slut," he grunted, his voice raw with lust. "Take it all, every fucking inch."
I moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my own orgasm building, my pussy clenching and unclenching as my fingers worked my clit. I was so close, so fucking close. His cock was fucking my face, and I could feel his cum hitting the back of my throat, hot and sticky and fucking amazing.
I swallowed it all, every last drop, my nose pressed against the TV screen as I sucked and slurped and gagged on his cock. I cried out around his cock, my fingers working my clit even faster. I could feel myself finally burst as my orgasm washed over me, my body trembling and shaking as waves of pleasure coursed through me. My pussy clenched and unclenched, my juices dripping down my thighs, coating my fingers.
The orgasm rocked through me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cried out around his cock, muffled moans and gasps escaping my lips as I took every last drop of his cum. The stud on the screen was panting, his chest heaving as he came down from his own high. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with saliva and cum, but he stepped back, giving me a moment to recover.
I leaned back on my heels, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. My whole body was slick with sweat, my hair a tangled mess of platinum blonde curls. I licked my lips, tasting the remnants of his cum, my pussy still throbbing with aftershocks of my orgasm. I looked up at the stud on the TV, my eyes filled with a mix of lust and satisfaction.
"Fuck, that was like, totes amazing," I panted, my voice thick with desire. "Your cock, it's so like, so fucking big." I gasped as I heard my voice.
It was a brainless valley girl tilt that was both seductive and cute and I realized that I was gonna drive men crazy with it. The stud grinned, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me on last time.
"You're a fucking natural, baby. You took every inch like a champ. Now...go out and live your slutty life Amber!" he said as his cock pulled back into the TV and the screen went blank.
I was left there on my knees, his cum still dripping from my chin, my pussy dripping from my orgasm. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of his cum, and then stood up, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Amber...Hmmm...I like, think that's a pretty bomb ass sexy name for me now!" I said with a giggle as I licked the last of the cum from my fingers and face.
I looked around my apartment, my eyes landing on a mirror. I walked over to it, my eyes scanning my reflection. I looked like a fucking porn star, my tits heaving, my face flushed, my lips swollen and red from sucking cock. I turned to the side, admiring the curve of my ass, the toned muscles of my legs. I looked fucking incredible, and I knew it.
My body was on fire, aching for more cock, more cum, more filthy fucking pleasure. I let my hands roam over my curves, squeezing my massive tits, pinching my nipples, and tracing the line of my waist down to my ass. I could feel the heat still radiating from my pussy, my clit still throbbing with desire. Yet, even as I struggled to keep up with my diminished thoughts I knew something was different...maybe wrong?
I blinked at my reflection, my head swimming with delightful confusion. My body felt alive, electrified, like I was plugged into an endless source of pleasure. But something was off. I felt like I was missing something, like there was a piece of the puzzle that didn't fit. I tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to the intense orgasm I'd just had. Or maybe it was the sudden transformation, the shock of becoming someone—something—else so fast.
I was still reeling from the change, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I was no longer Adam, the struggling actor, but Amber, the sex-crazed bimbo. I ran my hands over my curves again, marveling at the softness of my skin, the hardness of my nipples, the firmness of my ass. It was like every sensation was heightened, every touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. It was incredible, intoxicating, but it was also overwhelming.
I stumbled into the bathroom, my eyes scanning the room as if seeing it for the first time. The space was bathed in a soft pink light, the walls adorned with glossy posters of bimbos in various states of undress, their bodies glistening under the harsh glare of stage lights. The air was thick with the scent of strawberries and vanilla, a sweet, cloying fragrance that made my head spin.
I approached the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest as I caught sight of my reflection. My long pink nails felt amazing against my soft skin and my gorgeous face with it's big sultry blue eyes and thick pink cock sucking lips pouted with desire and need. I looked like a different person, a vision of pure, unadulterated sex appeal and somehow...that scared me a little.
But I brushed it all aside as I realized I needed to like, totally get out and do some sexy bimbo things. I mean, I was Amber now and Amber wasn't about to like, sit around and pout like her former boring male life! *GIGGLE*