As the woman drew closer, Jim's heartbeat quickened. He suddenly felt very worried about her getting ahold of the remote now, and he gripped it tightly. As he did so, he also pressed a button accidentally, while never really having stopped pointing it at her. With another Bzzt!, the remote vibrated in his hand. "Oh, shit...!" Jim exclaimed as both his and the woman's eyes widened. The label on the button was revealed as Bimbo.
Gasping as she was dragged up by an invisible force to stand straight with her arms in a ditzy pose, she squealed, "No, what have you dooone...?!" Her body and attire began to shift and bubble almost in a grotesque, cartoonish way before evening out and beginning to look very, very sexy. Before Jim's eyes, the poor woman was transforming into a hypersexually idealized version of herself, still just barely recognizable in her face and hair as the woman she had been, but transformed to be impossibly attractive, with huge cock sucking lips. Her clothes and makeup changed to farcical, bimbo versions of the office attire she was wearing, complete with sexy fishnets, red stiletto heels, and a black miniskirt so short you could see the bottom of her shear, red, and cameltoed g-string panties.
Her skin became perfect, gleaming, and speckled with glitter. Her legs, feet, arms, hair and other details all shifted and morphed to attractively ideal states with bimbo flare. Her hips widened tremendously, her butt bubbled out to jiggletastic proportions, and her waistline shrunk until she was a ridiculous hourglass shape.
The transformation reaching a crescendo, her breasts swelled to the size of soccer balls, shaped like fake and very round tits, but jiggling like the natural fat they still seemed to be, their shape and movement defying logic and gravity. Her clothes further transformed, barely keeping up with the other transformations, until her sleeveless "blouse" was mostly cleavage, braless, with the edges of her now gigantic areola just peeking out from behind the skimpy fabric, and massive, erect nipples visible as obvious headlights.
The transformations complete, she gasped as she regained balance, "OHMYGAWD! Like... you bathard! I mean... W.T.Sth!" She was greatly struggling to say "s" and "f" sounds. and even the "W" came out funky. Her voice barely sounded recognizable as her previous one, high pitched and sporting that heavy lisp due to her oversized lips and suddenly-present tongue piercing. There was still recognition in her eyes, but she also somehow looked dumfounded as she stared at Jim.
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