Story: Bimbo Usagi

Bimbo Panties Usagi

Life was wonderful! Life was great! For a bimbo like Usagi, this was a total universal truth. Even a rainy day like today could be met with a smile and a skip and a frolick. Why? Because she was going shopping with her friends, duh!

Her very bestest of best friends were trailing along after her. Makoto, who wasn't, like, skipping the same way Usagi was, but there was definitely a lot of spring to her step. Minako, who was a bit less enthusiastic. And Ami, who totally needed this most of all, that smarty pants was such a downer. Usagi knew what would cheer her up, though! A nice cute skirt and, like, a really flattering blouse.

"Isn't anyone else concerned that nobody tried to stop us from leaving?" Ami asked. "Surely a teacher or someone should have said something."

"Like, why should they?" Usagi cheerfully asked. Ooh! But that smart chick wasn't nearly as clever as she thought she was! "I mean, a unicorn totally appeared and, like, disappeared just now. I'd bet they're way too distracted to pay attention to us cuties skipping out!"

"She has a point..." Minako whispered.

"Still though, this doesn't feel right." Ami answered a moment later.

To that complaint, Usagi glanced sideways at Makoto and tittered. Ooh, she knew exactly what Ami needed. The toughest girl she knew paired up with the smartest girl she knew! It was a perfect fit, they'd be totally cute together. Her devious little bimbo mind was already, like, coming up with wicked schemes to get them together. Like putting them in the same dressing room and modelling the same clothes together. That sort of thing!

However, those schemes for shipping her friends would have to wait as before their very eyes, a man wearing a fancy bright pink tuxedo stepped right out of nowhere and beckoned towards the girls. "Hello ladies! Wonderful news! A brand new fashion, a brand new style waiting for you to try on! Come on over and give our dresses a try, you won't be disappointed and that's a guarantee."

"Eh, no thanks!" Minako waved off. "I have bad experiences with salespeople -"

"Ooooh!" both Usagi and Makoto cooed in unison, looking over the shiny, sparkly dresses the man's store had on display in the window. "Pretty! Shiny!"

Now, it should be noted that at this point in time Ami would probably be quite suspicious of this obviously a youma salesperson. However, her personality was locked in place. This meant that her normally brilliant intellect wasn't going to be able to piece together several obvious clues that would stare her right in the face. On the other hand, Minako had a lot of experience with youma, much more than the rest of them. At first glance her suspicion was raised considerably, though she wasn't yet totally certain. Still, the two of them followed the frolicking bimbos inside.

Usagi felt like, well, a bimbo in a fancy clothes shop. Her eyes were more sparkly than the dresses in the window, and that's saying quite a bit! Although a funny thing did happen as she ran her hands along some of the clothes in the rack. A little after she passed by them, they all became a good deal shinier, prettier and also quite a lot skimpier.

"Feel free to browse!" the blatant, bleeding obvious youma salesperson waved, completely failing to notice what was happening in his store. "Yes, please do expend as much energy as you want shopping, I don't mind at all."

Before long Makoto was cooing over one of the dresses Usagi had transformed, while Ami was feigning interest in a flashy evening gown that, like, Usagi could tell would be perfect for her if she ever had the guts to wear it! Ooh! This was her chance! Usagi quickly grabbed ahold of Minako, pulled her aside while glancing back at Ami and Makoto.

"Hey Mina!" Usagi tittered. "Don'tcha think this is, like, the perfect chance to set those two up?"

"Set those two... You mean Makoto and Ami?" Minako asked. Usagi nodded enthusiastically. "I don't know, there's something about this store..."

"I know! Isn't it totes amazing!" Usagi said with great enthusiasm. "Look over there at those two, don't they look amazing?"

Usagi was referring to a pair of friends stepping out of a dressing room, giving a twirl in front of a mirror - who then promptly collapsed to the ground. Usagi, still being a good hearted girl, skipped across to them both and immediately set about giving them the kiss of life, alternating between the two of them one at a time. Bimbo or not, she is still ultimately a good hearted girl.

Minako was soon enough drifting overhead, and since her personality was frozen in place she wasn't especially shocked or surprised when the two girls began to change before her very eyes. Their figures filled out, their breasts swelling up while their dresses also shifted to accommodate. Before long their eyes began to flutter as well, and soon enough one of the girls wrapped her arms around Usagi's head, and sat up to kiss the girl right on the mouth. Shortly after this the other girl grabbed hold of Minako's legs and began planting kisses all the way up her thighs, which were now bare because her uniform's skirt had, over the course of the last half hour or so, shrunk to a level even shorter than her Sailor Venus uniform's.

Now, Minako didn't really think much of any of this. What she did think something of was along the lines of "Huh! I thought so! That salesman must be a youma draining energy from shoppers!"

"Mmm! Then it is, like, totally our duty to transform and stuff!" Usagi cheered. "To the changing rooms! Teehee! Where better to change!"

That was a logic Minako could hardly fault. She could fault Usagi for announcing it aloud like that. Luckily there didn't seem to be anyone else around right now except the two girls trying to kiss her, so whatever! The two of them dashed off to the changing room, and Minako let out that familiar cry!

"Venus Power, Make up!"

And that's when things went quite a bit more... giggly than usual.

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Aw, look at the way Ami was, like, pretending to be clothes shopping! It was so cute the way she was faking interest! Makoto bit her pinky finger while glancing at the girl. Ooh! She kept on accidentally picking out things that would look adorable on her if she gave them half the chance.

Then again, the entire store was, like, made for making girls look cute wasn't it? Everything and anything on display seemed as though it would make even a shy girl like Ami into a glamorous model. Oh! But how she would love to see that! Ami Mizuno strutting down the catwalk.

Especially with that yummy new bust size. Oof! Had she even, like, noticed yet how her uniform was pulling apart and was giving her that deep, deep neckline? Had she even noticed the slit up the side of her still long skirt flashing a nice piece of thigh?

"You seem a little uncertain madame!" the nice salesman said to Ami. There we go! He was bound to help her pick something. "Pick something at random, give it a try! I'm sure any of these clothes will suit a beautiful, <i>energetic</I> lady like you."

Now, that really should have set off some alarm bells. Only youma ever talked like that. But, alas, Ami's personality was trapped where it was: She could not raise suspicion against this youma no matter what. As such, she goes to her default reaction to praise about her looks. She blushes, not being good with praise.

"Um... I suppose I should at least try this on?" Ami whispers, taking a backless evening gown off the rack.

"Yay! Good choice!" Makoto claps. "You'll knock 'em dead with that!"

"Kn-knock 'em dead?" Ami whispered, her blush deepening further.

"That's right! You certainly will, my pretty little thing!" the really, really obvious youma cackled malevolently. A dark and slightly perverse aura grew, and began to swell up around him. "You'll knock 'em dead! Just like your friend said! You'll knock 'em <i>all</i> dead! Bwahahaha!"

"Well if you say so..."

That, ladies and gentlemen, is what it sounds like when a normally very, tremendously smart girl completely misses the hint sailing directly over her head.

"Like, hold it right there, you total creepazoid!"

"Preying on the desires of all really cute girls to look their absolute best! That's totally unforgivable!"

While this is what it sounds like when a pair of bimbo Sailor Scouts jump in out of nowhere to threaten the bad guy. By all measures, even Usagi's body hadn't gone 'full bimbo' quite yet, but was well on its way. At this point however? Both Sailor Moon and Sailor Venus were all the way gone. Their breasts were the maximum reasonable size that their frames could realistically hold, and were barely restrained by their tight fitting leotards.

In point of fact, the ribbons they usually wore were replaced outright with cuts in the fabric that were tailor made to give a peek to anyone who wanted a glimpse at a monumental pair of tits. The only difference was their placement and shape: For Sailor Moon, it was a crescent moon cut that gave a good view of the top of her magnificent bosom. For Sailor Venus, it was a heart shape right in the middle of her cleavage that provided a sight that would make anyone fall in love.

As for their skirts, they had changed distressingly little. Those things are flimsy as hell, guys. They barely cover anything. Why mess with perfection, especially when what's underneath was far more interesting? Skirts that brief were not made to fully cover up bubble butts like these!

On top of all of that, the crowning accomplishment in the 'ruination of a dramatic entrance' moment, the pose the two girls were adopting made it look like, at any moment, they might start french kissing. The fact that their tongues were already touching did not dispel this effect in the least, in point of fact it enhanced it even greater.

"A youma?" Ami gasped. "Where? I don't see any sign of anything that could be a youma!"

"Me neither!" Makoto added while absently twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. "Hey! Why don't we, like, try on these dresses? If there's a youma about, there's no way it'll be able to keep its eyes off you if you are wearing something like that!"

"Makoto!" Ami squeaked. "Sorry about this, mister nice shop owner. I'm sure whatever youma is nearby, those two will take care of it with minimal hassle. Come on Makoto, I'll need your help getting into this."

"Eeeh!" Sailor Moon squeed. "I wanna see Makoto dress her up!"

But Sailor Venus tweaked her ear. "Like, later and stuff. We gotta deal with him for now!"

"Oh, is the youma behind the shop owner?" Ami called out. "I don't see them... Where are they?"

"Curse you... Sailor Scouts!" the shop owner growled. "How did you see through it? You troublemakers always show up just when you aren't needed!"

"Still not seeing them!" Ami tutted to herself, walking backwards towards the changing room. "Whatever gave them the idea there's a youma about? Oh well, I'm sure it'll work itself out..."

Right at the same moment that the changing room door closed, with both Ami and Makoto inside, the youma transformed into a giant pink teddy bear. No, really. A giant pink, cuddly teddy bear with big brown eyes and a warm, friendly smile.

"Daaaaaaw!" both Moon and Venus cooed. Immediately following this they were both kicked clear across the store by an oversized plush paw. "Cuddly death! Snuggly doom!" Sailor Moon cheerfully announced from her position in a pile of fast transforming clothes.

Needless to say, this was going to be a long, long day for everyone involved.

1. Ami tries on the dress while Makoto flirts with her. Both remain oblivious to the outside battle.
2. Makoto twigs there's a battle going on out there! Bimbo Jupiter and Mercury join the fray!
3. Meanwhile, Rei's feeling the effects of her personality lock.
4. Meanwhile, the big bad is investigating the mysterious bimbofication effect.
5. Something else