From Nerd to Bimbo
Copyright© 2014 by Janno Jones
Chapter 2
Flash Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A first person story about a nerdy girl who turns into a bimbo, thanks to some brownies she eats on Halloween.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Oral Sex Big Breasts Body Modification Halloween Transformation
So, like, in the last Chapter I told you about how this other grad student named Freddy took me to his granny's house on Halloween and she gave me these homemade brownies that were delicious, and they turned me into a -- well, there's no other way to say it -- a bimbo!
These were some kind of magic brownies, I guess (giggle). I mean, as soon as I tasted them I just fell in love with them. And they sure made a change in me.
I never knew how much fun it was to have big boobs! I was always small up there, but now, well, I'm proud to say I have a major rack! I'm at least a 38G cup, but if keep eating those brownies, I'm going to grow out of all my bras, for sure. You should see the stares I get when I go to the mall in my tight see through top and my pink hot pants. Did I tell you that I'm big on the bottom too? Yeah, I've got booty to spare now. You could put a can of Coke on my ass and it wouldn't fall off. My favorite thing is to go to the mall in an outfit that shows off my curvy body, and see how the boys almost get whiplash from turning their heads so fast when I walk by. The girls look at me too, although most of them give me looks of pure jealousy. I don't mind -- I'm more interested in seeing all the bulges in the guys' pants! (giggle).
Going to the mall and shopping at Victoria's Secret is my idea of a fun afternoon now. I don't like the same things I used to, that's for sure. Y'know, I used to work at that boring old Physics lab, doing all sorts of research work, but I'm so glad they let me do something else now. I mean, the first day I came in to work after I ate the brownies my boss and all the other guys stared at me like I had two heads or something. My boss, a guy named Charles Thurston, called me into his office and started to lecture me about how short my skirt was. "That's not an acceptable outfit for this lab," he said, with a stern look on his face. "You're distracting all the men, keeping them from their work. We have important work we're doing here, and I can't have any distractions."
Well, I uncrossed my legs and gave him a flash of my panties, then I leaned over the desk and let him look down my cleavage, and I sort of jiggled my boobs too just for effect. "I don't want to distract anyone," I said. "But Charlesie, don't you think those poor guys out there could use some hot sex?"