Story: Bimbo Nabiki

NOTE TO SELF: CHANGE TITLE AS IT IS WAY, WAY PAST DUE
SUGGESTION: ANIME BIMBO OUTBREAK




Motoko was an experienced martial artist. She'd trained with the sword all of her life learning her family's style, and while she was far from (to pick a random example) her sister's level she was still a much stronger girl than the majority of people you'd walk by on the street. She was tough, she was fast and she was strong enough to create currents of wind when she slashed her blade.

In the meantime the landlord was one of the most ordinary people you would pass on the street. Unremarkable. Average intelligence, average physical ability. A touch clumsy, a touch perverted, very kind-hearted. Definitely not at Motoko's level. And yet here we are. He was dodging her every attack and getting closer and closer with each passing moment. Somehow his body had become rugged. His features handsome. His intelligence considerably lower, but his sex appeal through the roof!

'It is not that he's stronger, it's that I am distracted!' Motoko decided. She swung her blade thrice more, thinking that it should surely be impossible for him to dodge such strikes.

"You're being a total buzzkill Motoko," Keitaro said. Impossible! He dove forward and rolled in between the strikes, then popped up to his feet. He was leaning over just slightly, his face inches away from her own. "What you really need right now is getting laid."

One other thing that wasn't helping was her own latent crush on the dorky landlord. There was a little nagging voice in the back of her head that was arguing she should go for it. Wait until this was cleared up, then blame the spell for whatever happened.

As it stood, though? Motoko stopped thinking about what she was doing and acted on instinct. Unfortunately for Keitaro (and Motoko's now wide awake sex drive) those instincts involved a sharp knee lift right into Keitaro's happy place.

The buffed up handsome version of her crush went totally stock still. He made a noise that might have been a whimper. Then he toppled over like a felled tree, and to Motoko's perspective landed just as heavily. For a moment she was tempted. Drop to her knees. Check him. Rub her hands over his chest to check that he was alright. Then go down to the actual source of the injury and... tend to it, kiss it better if need be.

Or she could turn around and run for the hills. Begone corruption! You shall find no rest within Motoko this day!

By the time she'd calmed down Motoko was in her room, back pressed to the door and breathing quite heavily. Her senses felt fully alert, which was actually causing her quite a big problem. Or rather, two big problems. Her newfound melons were demanding the attention of a pair of hands. Either her own or someone else's.

"N-no!" she insisted, slapping herself in the face. "Stay focused. Bathe yourself. Meditate. Cleanse the body and the mind shall follow." Yes. That made sense. Besides which it would give her the opportunity to examine herself in greater detail and come to understand what exactly had happened to her.

Motoko kept her sword with her and snuck off towards the bathing area feeling an unnatural tension in the air around her. It was a perfectly normal everyday thing that she was doing. But her heart was racing in her chest. She was terrified of two things: Of being seen by the other tenants, or encountering that hunky, beefy handsome corrupted version of... Nnng! Even thinking about him was making her clench her thighs together with this overwhelming anticipation! She had to hurry!

Mercifully there was nobody around and she reached the bathing area unscathed. Poking her head inside and looking around... nobody there! No waterfall to meditate under, but one must make do with the tools one has at hand. Complaining about a lack of them generally does nothing to make them materialise. On that basis, she had little course but to strip down naked, dropping her clothes to the floor so she could get a good look at herself.

And what she saw was... Perfection.

It was strange, but her body was a perfect - she winced internally at reusing the word and correct - ideal balance between beauty and function. Ignoring the breasts (a task that seemed almost impossible given how effectively they demanded attention) for the time being, Motoko ran her hand across her abs. The muscular definition was even better than usual, she was healthier than she had ever been in her life. Which said something! Motoko twisted a little bit, and found her flexibility even greater than usual. Not only could she still comfortably touch her toes, but she was able to completely reach underneath her own feet and lift them up, stretching her leg with no issue at all until it was above her head.

And her leg was a work of art too! The sheen on that skin. Squeezing her thigh she could tell there wasn't an ounce of fat in there. These legs were as powerful as they were beautiful. She could tell that a kick from these would have little difficulty breaking brick, and that a single step with her leg bare would draw the attention of every man on the street. And probably all the women too...

"No, no!" Motoko shook her head. "Stop that! Why would I want all the men and women to stare at me? That is the corruption trying to think for you, cut it out!"

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Ignore her ridiculously splendid breasts rising and falling. Forget about the way the two of them were exactly the same size and shape. Ignore how, despite their size, her frame had adjusted so that she could easily move without them being a hindrance. Ignore how the nipples were positioned exactly in the middle and exactly the right size.

Motoko sat naked on the floor in the lotus position. Deep breath! In and out. Keep it steady and maintained. She leaned over, grabbed hold of a nearby bucket, filled it with cold water and emptied the contents over herself.

"Begone, corruption!" Motoko seethed. "You will not find me so easy to - to -"

"Bimbofy?" a voice suggested.

"Bimbofy!" Motoko agreed. "Changing my body. Filling my head with these vapid, whorish thoughts. I will not stand for it."

"Then, like... Stop thinking."

Motoko kept her breathing stable and her eyes closed. Yes. That made sense, didn't it? Her thoughts were being plagued by dick and pussy and ass and titties and, like... Sex. She shook her head, grabbed for the bucket and emptied it over herself yet again. Getting worked up was definitely not helping. If she was to regain control and composure she had to remain calm. Remain focused. Expel the wicked, naughty thoughts.

"Thinking isn't fun anyway, it's a total bummer." Now, that part made Motoko scowl a little bit. "It gets in the way of having fun." Well... She supposed people can get frustrated if they overthink things. "So just stop thinking, and let's have fun."

This was about the point where Motoko felt something soft on her back. A pair of hands looped under hers and began fondling her breasts. This was more than enough to shake her out of her meditation. Hell, it was more than enough to make her anger flare up too!

"Wh-what is the meaning of -" Motoko began to yell, twisting her head around and making ready to rise to her feet. However, she stopped mid-sentence for two reasons: The first was an untimely nipple twist that made her insides feel gooey and sticky. The second was that the person sitting behind her was actually "N-Naru?!"

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be so surprised you big silly," Naru said, punctuating this sentence and the next few with quick kisses on Motoko's neck. "We compare chest sizes all. The. Time. Ooh! You're bigger than me today!"

There was a little flare up of pride within Motoko for a moment, having the bigger pair of breasts out of the two of them. It was quickly smothered in favour of righteous anger and, you know, not becoming a dick loving, pussy licking bisexual bimbo. Although what Motoko didn't notice was that when the words "dick" and "pussy" passed her mind, she unconsciously licked her lips.

With a burst of strength not unlike what had compelled her to launch her only successful attack on Keitaro earlier, Motoko twisted herself out of Naru's pleasure trap, shooting to her feet and turning around towards the other girl in a defensive posture. While she preferred using her sword, Motoko was no slouch unarmed either!

"Naru, I am warning you," Motoko said, then glimpsed down at her. Gawd, but she was totally hot too! So cute, so curvaceous and sweet that Motoko briefly imagined the other girl covered head to toe in honey. "K-Keep your distance." Naru stared blankly up at Motoko and gave her a cutesy smile. Oh! She wanted to pinch those cheeks!

"Like, that makes no sense at all," Naru tilted her head, and absently began to trace lazy circles around her nipples. Her erect... Suckable... Nipples. She either didn't care about Motoko's aggression or was too stupid to notice it. "How are we supposed to have fun if I stay away?"

There was almost a kind of logic behind that, but Motoko stayed firm, stayed strong! She didn't succumb to Keitaro, she would certainly not succumb to Naru!

"So, I was thinking," Naru tittered, then knocked her fist against the side of her head. "Um, about sex. Duh. Not anything totally out of my headspace. But, um... I was thinking you, me, Keitaro makes up a yummy sandwich. Whadaya say?"

What did she say? What could she even say to that? A polite 'no thanks' didn't quite strongly enough express her feelings on the matter! But Naru wasn't finished with her sales pitch!

"This is me," she said, hefting her right tit. A drop of drool fell from the corner of Motoko's mouth, completely unnoticed. "This is you," she continued, hefting her left tit. Then she held up her right hand, index finger extended. "This is Keitaro!" she concluded, and then put that hand in between her breasts, then bobbed her head down to suck on that index finger.

"N-No thanks!" Motoko quickly said. "Not interested! Stay away!"

And just then, as if the situation couldn't get any bet- worse! She meant worse! The door opened up and that was an erect penis. That was a big erect penis. Connected to a body that seemed like it was a walking slab of muscle and masculinity.

"Hey Motoko!" Keitaro waved. "Hey, I meant to, like, ask earlier, but..."


"I already asked," Naru said, scooting over and grabbing hold of Keitaro's erect shaft like it was no big thing. Whereas, in truth, it was a <i>very big <b>thing</b></i>. "She said nuh-uh."

"Aww..." Keitaro pouted. "Oh well, no harm in asking! Though, I guess I should, maybe, apologise for whatever made you angry earlier." He stopped and grunted when Naru first kissed, then immediately and greedily began to deep throat him then and there. "No hard feelings, huh?"

"H-Hard feelings?" Motoko asked, completely mesmerised by the side of Naru giving Keitaro an enthusiastic blowjob. Right there. In front of her. She should leave. She should really leave. But her feet were frozen in place and she couldn't close her eyes or look away, or... "I'd say there are hard feelings. J-Just not the kind you mean..."

"Mmm.. You don't know what you're missing out on," Naru said, pulling herself away from the monstrous yet gorgeous schlong hanging in front of her face to speak to Motoko. Instead she adjusted her position so that her heaving bosom was trapped the shaft within her cleavage, then grabbing hold of each tit she gently massaged them. "Though to be honest, I never pegged you for a coward. It's not like you to be such a scaredy cat."

"Sc-scaredy cat?" Motoko whispered.

"Yeah! I get it!" Naru tittered. "You're scared of this great big dick, ain'tcha?"

"Scared?! I am not scared!" Motoko protested. Wait. No, wait a minute! That bimbo was trying to trick her into riding that great big cock until her brain leaked out her ears! "I simply choose not to indulge in such base activity."

"But you don't seem to mind watching us go at it, do you?" Keitaro asked.

Guh! This situation! She'd come here to meditate and try to overcome this kind of thought... Thingy... But thinking about anything other than sex with these two right there in front of her would be completely and totally impossible! Worse yet, they were right in front of the door. There was no way for her to leave this bathing area without going past them! Right now with the way Motoko was feeling she didn't think she could go that close without the temptation overcoming her.

In short, without meaning to, she'd accidentally made her situation a hundred times worse. If she'd thought it was difficult to fight off the bimboness before, now it was going to be almost impossible.

1. Naru and Keitaro use bimbo logic to talk Motoko into a sex off.
2. Someone else in the dorm decides to have a bath. Encounters this scene.
3. Motoko attempts to fight them off with a martial arts technique, finds her skills changed into something much more perverted.
4. Motoko somehow escapes. Accidentally spreads the corruption even further.
5. Something else