Chapter 3: Longing For the Past
So the scene continued over the next few days as word of the overtly busty bimbo slut named Bambi spread across campus. No one really knew where she came from or which group of friends she hung around with but it was apparent that she was the campus slut and she truly relished it. Even if sometimes it meant not going to class, the constant stream of admirers kept her distracted and fulfilled beyond measure.
She loved playing with their desires and giving them exactly what they desired most – a beautiful woman to dominate, to take advantage of, to enjoy until they dropped. No matter how many times she did it, it never lost its thrill for her. Such was the life of Bambi, living day after day indulging herself in lustful encounters leaving her exhausted yet hungry for more.
She would dress scantily, sometimes in such revealing outfits as to have campus security called on her. Of course she would simply let them take her someplace private and fuck her slutty little brains out until they couldn't see straight anymore. Sometimes she would wear short skirts that showed off her round ass or tight clothing that accentuated her voluptuous figure.
Other days she would opt for see through bottoms and tops that left nothing to the imagination. There wasn't much she wouldn't try when it came to drawing attention to herself and getting people talking. In public places like libraries, study rooms, the athletic department rooms and anywhere you could think of, she didn't care who saw her strutting provocatively.
Bambi's confidence grew with each encounter, fueled further by compliments regarding her appearance. Students started calling her "baby" as they walked past her, often stopping to stare openly. They would giggle at he brainless sexual appearance, men would squeeze her ass and compliment her ornate tramp stamp that read "Bimbo Cum Slut".
They would pull her close whispering obscene things into her ear, touching her everywhere they weren't supposed to. She would act flirtatiously with them, pretending to be oblivious to the rules that dictated their behavior, inviting trouble that she would later resolve. She was good at seducing them and then disappearing into thin air after she made sure they both got their mutual sexual satisfaction.
It became almost like a game for her, she enjoyed making men squirm beneath her gaze and succumb to her charms. Bambi's reputation preceded her and wherever she went, she drew attention and male curiosity towards her. While walking alone at night, she would intentionally choose routes frequented by the hottest college studs heading home.
Sometimes, she would lead one of them to the bathroom and give him a mind-blowing hand job or a quick blowie, or even something far better, but she always ensured that she put her own needs first. She would stop, turn, and adjust her clothes subtly allowing the wind to caress her assets and leave observers mesmerized. Their glances followed her movements, her curves captivating them.
Soon they would be back her apartment as she rode their cocks and screamed their names in pleasure. They would enjoy the view of the busty gorgeous woman fucking them then leave at the end of the night. As her popularity increased, she started organizing wild parties in her apartment and inviting all (and only) the finest-looking guys she knew.
Those who came to her parties knew fully the type of debauchery they were signing up for, but they were still surprised by the sheer intensity of their sexual encounters with Bambi. For a bimbo like it her it seemed to be heaven, but in reality there was something lurking in the back of her mind that worried her. She had tried to change back in to Travis after her first night of debauched non stop sex, however she found that she was unable to transform back and was stuck.
At first she was a little terrified and scared but the wonderful feelings of her new body quickly erased those fears. She started to feel sexy and beautiful, even if she was pretty dumb now it was fun and it felt so fucking good to be busty woman getting fucked. She liked feeling wanted by these guys. Every time someone said yes, she felt victorious because she could make them want her without being too smart.
It gave her power and control. But deep down, there was always this nagging thought telling her that she should try to act normal. After a days of endless sexy, she found herself questioning if she really wanted to a busty bimbo sex queen. As she lay awake thinking about her situation, memories of her previous life began to flood her consciousness - studying for exams, working hard for her degree, laughing with friends.
These recollections made her heart ache for what once was. She missed being able to think clearly and analyze complex problems. She yearned for the camaraderie of genuine friendships rather than empty hookups. Yet, her body demanded constant stimulation, constantly seeking excitement and validation. She craved to maintain her newfound self-confidence, and continue exploring the world of sensuality.
Despite her desire to return to her former academic pursuits, the alluring nature of this experience held her captive, and threatened to consume her completely. Torn between two lives, she struggled with the decision to fully embrace either path. Deep within her heart, Bambi knew she needed to find balance before her entire existence fell apart.
She realized that if she was going be stuck as a bimbo woman from now on, at least he could try to abstain from fucking every stud in sight and dressing like a total whore. Sure she loved the way she looked right now, she couldn’t deny that her transformation was indeed pleasing to her eye and many others. However, there were consequences to everything and she realized that she must consider them carefully.
That very day she refrained from having sex, only briefly using one of her oversized dildos from her vast collection to try and appease her bottomless cravings. In fact, that night she slept very little as she tried keep and ignore her desires at bay in the hopes that her simple bimbo thoughts might clear up and she would ultimately master and tame her new identity.
With determination, she woke early the next morning, grabbed a quick shower, and dressed casually. She put on a plain black sweater and matching leggings, avoiding any form fitting attire that would display her ample bosom or shapely rear. She wore a pair of comfy sandals and applied minimal makeup focusing mainly on concealer and mascara. She pulled her thick hair back into a messy ponytail.
She chose a look designed to draw less attention to her physical attributes, hoping it would help her regain some sense of normalcy. She still looked like a sexual bimbo in need, but at least it was much more subdued. With renewed confidence, she headed towards the university building. This was the beginning of a new journey for Bambi, one fraught with challenges and uncertainty.
Would she ever get used to this new persona? Could she successfully integrate aspects of her old life alongside her bimboesque sexual escapades? Questions swirled in her mind as she entered the familiar territory of her college campus. She made her way to her first class, Calculus, a class that her old male side would love but she had no basic comprehension of now as Bambi.
The frowns and long faces of the people who saw her dressed in normal and tame clothing instead of her normal slut wear also made her feel just as bad, especially when they refused to talk to her after she said no to them in regards to sexual favors. She knew she should be happy to have them leave her alone and that she was regaining her diginity, but her bimbo nature made her feel terrible about it.
It was a confusing mix of emotions inside her as she wondered why everyone treated her differently when she decided not to engage in promiscuous acts. Despite wanting to fit in among other students, she realized her choices impacted others and choosing to not pleasure them was causing her resentment and judgment that made her feel sad.
Taking a seat near the back of the room, she attempted to pay attention during lecture, trying to learn calculus as best she could despite her lack of understanding. She struggled to pay attention as she wrote numbers and formulas that made no sense to her. She tried to stop but she would occasionally draw a giant cock or pair of massive tits that would make her sigh with disappointment.
Still she soldiered on, determined to live a normal female student life as she went from class to class. However, it was still the same thing over and over again no matter where she went. People turning their backs on her, her bimbo brain unable to comprehend her classes and the pent of frustration of being able to appease her cravings for sex.
To say that it was a struggle would be putting it mildly. Even though she continued with her daily routine of classes, library sessions, and attempts to appear 'normal', none of these efforts provided solace to her discontent soul. Dressed inconspicuously yet, she couldn't escape the whispers behind her back as soon as she stepped foot into lectures.
The chatter persisted, fueled by rumors circulating around the campus. How long could she possibly hold onto such facade? It was slowly becoming exhausting. By the end of the day she simply went home and didn't even bother to masturbate or have dinner. All she could do was simply collapse on her bed and sob her little heart out until she passed out about an hour later.
Her exhausted busty body and bimbo mind trying to keep up in a facade or normality that was anything but for his innocent yet sultry and slutty soul. Soon a breaking point would come and it would most likely shape the rest of her future path as a newly transformed woman.