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Bimbofication Vol. 1 - A self-experiment (fm:slut wife, 4003 words) [1/8] show all parts
Author: MarylinCane
Added: Jan 26 2025	Views / Reads: 1538 / 1069 [70%]	Part vote: 10.00 (5 votes)
The young, investigative journalist Sarah wants to uncover a scam involving the trade in freely available pills on the subject of “bimbofication” in a self-experiment.

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and again she listened to herself, checked whether she felt nausea or dizziness, whether her digestion changed, but nothing like that happened, so after some time she went to bed and quickly fell asleep.

2 - Wednesday

The next morning, she woke up a little earlier than usual, too curious to see if anything had happened, positive or negative, with the short treatment time of only two weeks, the first signs of change were bound to show up quickly.

Basically, she was fine, she had no problems with her stomach or digestion, also her blood pressure seemed normal, her pulse calm, she felt a slight pulling in her chest and a kind of tingling in her thigh, noted this, but did not attach any further importance to it. She also attributed the fact that her weight was a few hundred grams lower than yesterday to the usual fluctuations between different days. Sarah showered, put on her jeans, shirt and Chucks, and drove to the newsroom to work on another article and research the topic of bimbofication. Throughout the day she felt this tugging in her chest, also her nipples kept hardening so that they were quite visible through the tight shirt and fancy bra. Once she unconsciously stroked them, closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, caught herself and concentrated on her work again.

However, it was difficult for her to really concentrate, she kept clicking on the advertising banners that popped up, which, especially when she was researching the topic of bimbofication, essentially advertised pretty fancy fashion. Sarah would never have thought how varied the range of such clothing and shoes was, she had previously considered such things to be a niche, but now she was finding more and more new stores that were attracting attention with very special fashion. Finally, the end of the day came, she quickly bought a few groceries and drove home.

At the same time as yesterday, she took her dose for today, noted that she continued to feel no side effects, poured herself a glass of champagne, sat down in front of the TV to see what documentaries were on today, but found nothing suitable and decided to go to bed.

3 - Thursday

After waking up, she underwent the established procedure, she listened to her body, everything seemed to be normal, the pulling in her chest was still there, the tingling had now reached her butt and stomach, however, neither could be classified as unpleasant, if she would not pay so close attention to everything at the moment she might not even have noticed it.

Sarah was still lying in bed, thinking about how many women were taking this preparation, how many of them were doing it of their own accord and which were doing it at the request of their partner, surely there were also men who unconsciously mixed this into their wives' food or drinks, if nothing happened after two weeks, they wouldn't even have to justify the high expenditure, and Sarah knew that nothing would happen. She got up and went to the bathroom, amazed to find that she had lost another kilogram of weight, in the mirror she looked at her belly, of course she only imagined that it was a little tighter than before the self-experiment.

She got dressed, unconsciously holding her breath a little while closing the bra to hook it, threw on a fresh shirt, plus the tight jeans and ballerinas. Arriving at the editorial office, Sarah immediately clicked back to the pages dealing with bimbofication to quickly get the links to the stores, today she almost didn't get to work at all, with increasing fascination she browsed from one online store to the next, a few times she briefly considered ordering something, her nipples hardened, pressing through the thin shirt and tight bra, she stroked them a little with her fingers, making them even harder, clicked through the assortments of tight, colorful outfits and high heels and boots, her fingers began to twirl her nipples, when the phone snapped her out of her thoughts, brought her abruptly back to reality, immediately she took her fingers off her chest, unconsciously straightened her hair and picked up the phone.

She ended the conversation as quickly as she could, continued to surf through her dream world, lost in thought, and almost missed the end of the day. Just in time with her colleagues, she left the newsroom, stopped briefly at the gas station to buy cigarettes, and drove home.

At home she called up the page with the preparation again, read the descriptive and promotional texts once more, after 10 days the physical bimbofication would be completely achieved, one could stop taking the preparation at this point, if the success achieved was enough, after 14 days the bimbofication would be perfect, including the character change, under which Sarah could not imagine anything at all. She would decide after 10 days whether to stop taking the pills or to prove its ineffectiveness over the entire treatment period. Again and again, she looked at the clock, finally it was time, she took today's capsule, swallowed it with a glass of champagne, noted that apart from a slight weight loss, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, just as she had expected.

Sarah turned on the TV, however, the fashion shows were rather something for older, conservative women, the crunchy bodies and busty women in the music videos rather aroused her interest, again her nipples stiffened, now she could caress them undisturbed, spoil them, twist a little, her eyes fell on the cigarette pack, as a matter of course she took the first cigarette in her young life, lit it, closed her eyes, continued to massage her protruding nipples to the beat of the music. Sarah inhaled the smoke deeply, neither coughing nor feeling dizzy, she just felt like smoking and apparently her body did too, she enjoyed the soothing yet stimulating feeling of nicotine. Her second hand moved between her legs, through her jeans she massaged her already swollen clit, it was such a horny feeling to let her hand glide over her flat stomach, to feel her tight thighs, she relaxed completely with another glass of champagne and a last cigarette before going to bed.

4 - Friday

The next morning, her first reach was for the pack, she lit a cigarette while still in bed, again she listened to herself, of course no change was to be expected with these pills, and that's exactly what happened, she stroked her firm chest, the nipples already protruding again, massaged them a little, felt her pulse and blood pressure again, as expected everything was within the normal range, On the scales, however, she noticed that she had lost just under a kilogram in weight again, she was pleased with the visibly flatter stomach, got dressed, wondered why the bra had apparently shrunk despite proper washing, with difficulty she got it closed, put on a blouse and an almost knee-length skirt, slipped into her pumps and drove to the newsroom.

As she strutted through the aisles, her colleagues and most of the female colleagues cast an appreciative glance at her outfit, which was unusual by her standards, but Sarah didn't notice that at all, also her chest almost bounced out of the much too tight bra and the blouse that was so tightened, to be on the safe side she opened another button.

Once in her office she made a few handwritten notes, she was by now completely convinced that this preparation was a pure placebo, probably some kind of dextrose, manufacturing price not 20 cents, sold for 450 euros, she shook her head, fame would be sure for her, she was already dreaming of honors from consumer protection agencies, first she surfed over a few sites where you could buy bras, the models she usually wore bored her a little, she felt like something more peppy, no one would get to see it anyway, she found bras ouvert particularly exciting. That there was such a thing was completely new to her, but she found it hot, how the nipples peeked through the fabric, immediately hers stood out hard again, with both hands she grabbed her taut chest, kneaded them, pushed the fingers to the nipples, twirled them, it felt so horny, Sarah lit a cigarette, continued to massage her chest, smoked, until there was a knock on the door and it was opened a second later.

"Sarah!"

She winced as her boss spoke harshly to her.

"There is a strict no smoking policy in the offices! I expect them to abide by it, even though they may have just started, they know where the smoking room is!"

Caught, Sarah ducked away slightly, extinguished the cigarette in her coffee cup, apologized and promised to do better.

"Is everything else okay with you? You look different."

"Everything is ok, everything is great, the research is going smoothly."

"Well, I'm curious then, you said you'd be done in two weeks?"

"Yes, this will work!"

"Good, and I don't want to catch you again."

Sarah turned to her monitor when her boss had left the office, the page with the open bras was still open, which in itself would not have been so bad, but the models wore only long gloves and overknee boots, they always post in pairs in more or less tender poses, what must her boss think of her?

But her breast didn't really let her rest, the pulling had increased, the skin was really taut, surely she had problems with dry skin again, she would have to buy a moisturizer, her nipples increasingly excited her, she took a breast, tried to reach the nipple with her tongue, but it was too small and the tissue too tight for her to really reach it, so she pinched it once more and devoted herself again to her research on bras that were as fancy as possible.

When it was finally the end of work and thus also the weekend, she hurried to her car, she definitely wanted to be home on time for the capsule, that was very important for the self-experiment, but still had to buy bras, so she drove briskly into town, while driving she opened two buttons of her blouse, slipped her hand inside, massaged the nipple, kneaded the entire breast, it just felt wonderful.

However, Sarah did not enter one of the large department stores, as is usually the case with her, but headed determinedly for an exclusive boutique for lingerie, entered it and was immediately greeted in a friendly manner by a saleswoman.

"Good afternoon, can I help you?"

"I certainly hope so, I need new bras."

"C cup, I'd say." With a knowing look, the saleswoman had already measured her. Before Sarah could object, the saleswoman had already disappeared and returned with three models, two of which Sarah liked right away, the third she had set aside. Before she went to try them on, she spoke to the saleswoman.

"Do they have crotchless bras too?"

"Of course, let me get you a selection."

Sarah entered the locker room, she looked at her bare chest, smiling into you. "C cup, already horny, especially so nice and tight." she said to herself.

Shortly she stroked her nipples again, watching herself in the mirror, it really excited her to watch herself playing with her horny breast, then she caught herself, put on the first, black bra, it fit perfectly, the second, a black lace bra, also perfect, she had the feeling as if her breast would sit much higher than before, but she surely only imagined that.

Sarah left the booth, only in skirt and bra she stood in front of the saleswoman, but she obviously didn't mind, at least her professionalism didn't let you notice anything.

"It's a perfect fit, I have two open bras here too."

Again, Sarah went back into the cabin, also these two sat perfectly, only they were visually just infinitely sharper than the first two, Sarah felt it as so incredibly horny, how her hard nipples protruded from the bra, again she had to touch them, easily pull them out a little more, turn them between her fingers, lustfully she grinned at herself in the mirror. She decided to buy all four.

As she left the booth her eyes fell on a very eye-catching specimen that she immediately fell in love with, a patent pink bra.

"Can you get me that one to try on, too?"

Now a smile flitted across the saleswoman's face.

"Of course, it's just a very special model, it's cut tighter, but that's intentional so that the chest sits even higher and protrudes even further from the body."

Sarah nodded, took the bra after the saleswoman returned, disappeared back into the cubicle, stroked the smooth material of the bra almost tenderly, tightened her chest as she closed it, looked at herself in the mirror.

"Wow!" to more Sarah was not able, he sat perfectly, was deliciously tight, lifted her chest so much that her nipples almost looked up, she feasted on her own reflection. Quickly the blouse was put back on, the bra was clearly visible through the open buttons, she left the cabin.

"I'll take that one, too, and I'll leave it on right now."

The saleswoman accompanied her to the checkout, Sarah paid with her credit card an amount with which she would otherwise dress completely, she left the store with her chest raised, strutted on her pumps back to the car, whereby she appraised everyone who came towards her, whether he had also taken a look at her horny chest and the horny bra.

Sarah had arrived home five minutes too late for the capsule, as fast as she could with her pumps, she rushed through the stairwell, tore open the apartment door, ran into her office, with trembling fingers she pushed the capsule out of the blister, threw it into her mouth, swallowed, relaxed. Under no circumstances could she jeopardize the experiment by her carelessness.

With a glass of champagne and a cigarette she dropped into the sofa, searched the Internet for videos of women after a bimbofication, but found only porn on the subject, she shrugged her shoulders, the type of material there was to sift through for a good journalist was not important, she had learned that, she had to draw the information from all available sources.

Sarah clicked on the first porno, immediately a woman with extreme bust appeared, who to Sarah's amazement, was in a bra, or almost jumped out of it, which looked deceptively similar to Sarah's new bra. As if by remote control, Sarah opened the buttons of her blouse, stroked the smooth lacquer of the bra with the flat of her hand, which intensified the effect on her nipples.

The actress's platinum blonde hair blew in the wind, the camera slowly panned down, showing her extremely slim waist with her lower ribs clearly protruding, her round firm butt covered by a matching high-slit pink patent mini, her slender legs adorned by pink patent overknee boots with dizzyingly high heels. She stood on a rock by the sea, gazing into the vastness of the sea.

Sarah was spellbound by the sight, how would she like to have stroked the breast of the woman, felt whether this also feels as good as her own, she took off her skirt, how would she like to have such a horny mini on now and these boots were really the hammer, Sarah was not sure whether these would fit her, the bimbo lady they stood in any case perfectly, their sight excited her.

Sarah had an idea, she stopped the movie, took out of her bedroom closet the outfit that Martin, her ex had given her, ok, it didn't really match in color, so she just took the high heels, compare them with the overknees of the bimbo lady, the heel had about the same height, Sarah put them on, for the first time in her life, she had not even tried the gift on properly, so repulsive she found the thought of Martin at the time, but now she wanted to feel possible just like the bimbo in the movie.

Sarah had never worn such high heels before, her pumps had maybe 7 or 8 cm heels, except for this morning in the office she wore them only on very special occasions, but now the high heels really pulled her feet in. She looked at the heels on her from all sides, stumbled into the kitchen, got a glass and the bottle of champagne, lit a cigarette, sat down with her legs wide apart, started the movie.

A young, athletic man entered the scene.

"Horny tits, what are you up for?" he asked the bimbo.

"Hihi, are really horny tits. Do not know, and you?"

"I'm looking for something to fuck."

"Horny, do you also have a horny cock? I want to suck you."

"Go check it out! Are you also assfuckable?"