April 14th.
“So, you can change yourself whenever you want?”
“Sort of. It’s more like I can start changing. It takes a while”
Amandah was explaining her newfound ability to her friend, Sara. A task which seemed to be utterly complicated by the fact that no one but her could remember the changes after they had been reverted.
“Can you show me?”
“Well, the thing is. Reality sort of changes along with me. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I just had to say something to someone”
It had been about a month since her initial transformation and Amandah was starting to get used to it. She had been resisting the temptation to sluttify herself as often as possible. There were just too many unknowns. The first time it happened she had managed to get herself fired from a job that she had held for years. And she was gathering a reputation for being very slutty that carried over to her regular life once she’d gone back to normal.
So careful consideration had to be taken.
On the rare occasions when she did turn into Mandi, She really liked it. Like, a troubling amount. She prided herself on her intelligence and her sparkling wit. But sometimes, devolving into a stupid sex toy was...liberating? That wasn’t quite the word but it was something like that. When she just let go and let herself be Mandi she didn’t worry about bills or obligations or anything like that. It was so cathartic to just let herself be dumb and sexy and slutty.
The really troubling part was that the longer she stayed down there the more it felt right. Like being an obedient set of tits for her boyfriend was something she could easily do for the rest of her life. Coming back took just a little more willpower each time.
Sara looked at her incredulously. They had been good friends for a long time and it seemed like a ridiculous thing to lie about. Magic definitely wasn’t real though so she couldn’t quite bring hearself to believe her either.
“Listen, either show me or I won’t believe you”
Amandah shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She had already initiated the change about an hour ago. her body was starting to change and her outfit was becoming more skimpy.
“Never mind. You want to go out and get drinks or something?”
-
May 1st.
Amandah was recovering from something like a hangover as she hustled to make it to her latest job interview. The stress of looking for work had been too much for her and so she’d decided to spend a little while as her slutty self.
‘A little while’ Had turned into a week. It was the longest she’d spent as Mandi by a significant margin. Carl definitely seemed to like it. In fact he took to his girlfriend transforming into his brainless sex slave with great ease. The upshot was that she didn’t seem to get any dumber after she got to the level where she just repeated the one phrase.
Which was a good thing because she was more like Carl’s pet at that point and she didn’t even want to think about getting worse than that.
It was weird though. Going back to being a regular girl after so long. She was starting to feel like Mandi was equally a part of her. Not just some vacation she took from being a responsible adult sometimes.
That was over. As she prepared for her interview, Amandah resolved not to be spending any more time as a stupid slutty bitch. At least, for the foreseeable future. Life couldn’t just be a nonstop kinky sex romp...Right?
She huffed, trying to work up the confidence. It had been a while since Amandah had done anything remotely responsible like this. Talking to people always made her a bit nervous. Especially in this weird superficial capacity that interviews always seemed to boil down too.
She found herself wishing for a bit of Mandi’s confidence as she stepped out of her car. She checked her watch. Still an hour and a half until she had to meet her potential new boss.
“Hmm…” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to change a little bit. Just for this one meeting.
-
June 28th.
Amandah had gotten the job. She giggled and flirted her way through the interview. The downside was that as her bimbofied self, the job she was applying for somehow turned into a demeaning little secretary position. Rather than the more dignified managerial job that she thought she was there to interview for.
Transforming seemed to drag reality along with her sometimes.
On top of that disturbing realization. Amandah found that she didn’t revert completely to normal when she changed back. She was a little curvier and flirtier than before. She even dragged Sara down with her somehow. Changing her into a blonde, giggly version of herself.
That was it. No more transforming of any kind. Amandah would just have to suck it up and do her stupid new job. It wasn’t exactly what she had wanted for herself but it could always be much, much worse.
Her new boss seemed to get a lot of phone calls and she wasn’t quite as smart as she used to be. So the work really did pile up on her.
Sara’s new persona was some kind of party girl because she was always inviting her out to get smashed.
Amandah didn’t even drink anymore. The risk of changing herself while intoxicated was too much.
But then again, it couldn’t hurt to let loose a bit. Just once in a while…
-
August 5th.
This was fine. Amandah Sat at her desk doing her nails. She couldn’t really bring herself to care about work anymore. She had spent about a month as Mandi and things were starting to get too weird in her normal life.
Sure, it had been fun to be a dummy for so long. She loved being so, so incredibly beautiful. It was so easy to just let everything else fall by the wayside when you were literally a perfect set of tits. Err...Had a perfect set of tits.
Carl had used and appreciated her bountifully lush body for all it was worth in that time. She had obeyed her man’s every command with near mindless obedience. Presenting her tits for his viewing pleasure at all times. Presenting her mouth or her pussy for fucking when he snapped his fingers. It was so fun and sooo easy.
It couldn’t last though. It just couldn’t. People didn’t just get to opt out of their lives like that. Besides, she was going to be a business woman someday. Or whatever.
As she looked down at herself, Amandah didn’t feel like a respectable business woman. Her little pink blouse was perpetually unbuttoned. So as to provide unobstructed views of her fat sexy jugs. They seemed to get larger and larger in contrast to her dwindling intelligence and personality. As though they were a substitute for those things.
Worst of all. Poor Sara really seemed to get dragged down with her after the last extended period of transformation. The last time Amandah saw her she was like a skinny little slut with amazingly fake cock sucking lips. The only words she was capable of saying were ‘I suck dick’
So, that was a little bit too far. Amandah knew that if she transformed one more time she might not be able to come back. Or maybe there wouldn’t be anything to come back to. She was kind of a total bimbo now.
“This is fine!” She said to herself. “I’m like, the normal amount of stupid. And I’m a business girl! This is totally fine”
Her phone beeped out a little reminder. It was time for her boss's afternoon blowie. Which she had totally forgotten about! Gosh, she could be such an airhead. She took just a moment to make sure her lipstick was looking good before bouncing off to perform her duties.
“...This is fine”
-
September 24th.
Mandi inevitably found herself sitting at her desk. Totally clueless as to what her work responsibilities actually were. It wasn’t that she really wanted to be a super stupid fuck toy. It just kinda turned out that way. She had abused the power too much and now it didn’t seem like she would be going back to normal any time soon.
These days she mostly just fussed with her hair and makeup until her boss summoned her to crawl beneath his desk. Carl was more or less fine with that. She wasn’t really his girlfriend anymore. More like, a walking set of tits that he shot his cum on.
Still, some shred of her was currently engaged with trying to undo what she had done. Knowing that pretty soon she would basically just be a dick sucking dog. A fate which she would prefer to avoid.
“I’m not a dumb bitch! I’m not a dumb bitch!” She closed her eyes and concentrated really hard on going back. Giving voice to her intentions as if that could help somehow.
She cursed herself for messing up so bad. Sure, it was fun being dumb and pretty and having really big titties. But not if that’s all she ever got to be! Something had to be done and time was running out.
Maybe if she asked Carl to tell her she was normal or something her body would just obey. A far more likely outcome would probably be Carl using his big dick to fuck her into submission. And that wouldn’t help her at all. Well, ok. It would be kinda helpful since she was so fucking horny all the time.
She produced her phone. Trying her hardest to compose a message to Carl that could convey the nature of her distress.
*Help ME. I’m syupid*
She read and re read it. Was this right? It would just have to be. She hit send in the vain hope that he might understand.
-
Mandi had left work early. Her job was stupid and boring anyways. She turned the key and let herself into Carl’s apartment. Soon he would be home and able to help her. She knelt by the entrance and waited patiently for her master’s return.
This was her last ditch effort. If she had to spend the rest of her life as a dumb bitch she would. But somehow she felt the need to at least try. The idea of being nothing but a thing for looking at and for fucking was a turn on, of course. And she knew she was almost all the way there.
It would be easy to just give in and accept her place.
“I’m not a dumb bitch” She said under her breath. Determined to last a while longer.
Eventually, at the end of her extremely limited willpower. Mandi heard something that made her perk up. The sound of someone getting off the elevator. More than one person from the giggles emanating just behind the door.
Carl was home and he had brought a friend. It was Sara! The skinny blonde girl was now mostly lips, tits and ass. Not a discernible shred of fat on her body or a hint of a thought behind her dumb, glassy blue eyes.
“I suck dick” She said as she laid eyes on Mandi.
Mandi looked up, confused. Was Sara going to be sucking Carl’s dick now? That was her job! It was sort of her fault for turning Sara into a dick sucker to begin with. Like, accidentally. This simply could not stand.
With the last of her willpower. Mandi rose to her feet. Staring daggers at her former boyfriend turned master and her former best friend turned sister wife, or whatever.
“I’m not a dumb bitch!” She closed her eyes and shouted the words with all of her might as waves of energy rolled off of her.
-
When Amandah opened her eyes things were mostly as they should be. She reached down and groped at her regular old tiny boobs. Success!
“Hey are you ok honey?”
Carl even seemed back to his regular sweet self. Amandah could have cried but instead she just breathed a sigh of relief and held her lover close.
“You’re in a good mood”
“Oh, you have no idea darling”
Everything was back to normal. Well, almost.
Sara stared up at the couple with a look of total, dumb confusion. All that energy had to go somewhere. And Sara just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The poor girl was reduced to nothing but an obedient little pet. A living doll with gigantically disproportionate curves.
A bolt of guilt worked its way through Amandah’s mind before being replaced by the much more comfortable but no less strange reality that Sara was her pet. In fact, she had always been a kinky sex toy that she took care of and shared with her partners.
“Huh…”
“Is everything ok, babe?”
“Yeah, I guess it’s nothing”
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