bimbosanddolls: The first week back is always the hardest. That’s what Isabella Cruz was telli
bimbosanddolls: The first week back is always the hardest. That’s what Isabella Cruz was telling herself as she headed out of work. Isabella was the head of the Science department at Toronto Institute of Technological Studies. That meant the first week or so back to school, she would have to fix everyone else’s mistakes and do their work for them; all while getting to know a new bunch of spoiled rich kids and their parents. By 3 o’clock on Friday, she was so ready for the weekend to get here. A wine night with the girls and some serious relaxing were definitely in order. She was approaching her car when she ran into one of her former students, Jordan. It wasn’t uncommon for former students to come back to visit the school at the beginning of the year, even if Isabella thought it was kind of weird, and Jordan had been one of the best students to even graduate from the Institute. “Hey Ms. Cruz,” Jordan stopped to greet his former Chemistry teacher. The summer had done him some good and Isabella noticed that he had appeared to have “filled out” since she last saw him. He looked less like a boy now, and more like a man. “Hello Jordan,” she responded, “how was your summer?” “It was great, Ms. Cruz. Really great. Things have really started to turn around for me,” he moved closer to Isabella before he continued to explain. “You see, Ms. Cruz, I… well, I always had a crush on you.” Isabella sighed in her head. This was not anything new to her. She had been lucky to get a job straight out of university and that resulted in her being one of the younger teachers on staff. And, while not a total knockout, Isabella was certainly hot enough to garner the attention of both the male students and teachers alike. Still, she dressed very conservatively and made sure to never come across as flirty when she was at school. “Well, that’s very sweet of you, Jordan,” she smiled kindly as she prepared to let him down, “but I can’t date a former student. I’m sorry.” “Hmm, I was afraid you’d say that, Ms. Cruz,” Jordan took another step toward Isabella, his tone and actions making her slightly uncomfortable now. “You see, Ms. Cruz, when I said things were starting to turn around, I meant it. I get what I want now. The most important thing I learned here was that nice guys do indeed finish last. The girls in this school don’t care about what grades you have, they only care about your looks. An interesting double standard, if nothing else. But that’s why I have this now,” Jordan pulled out what appeared to be a strange-looking pistol. Isabella yelled out as Jordan pulled the trigger, “Oh my God, Jordan, plea….” Instantly, a strange sensation overcame her and she stopped screaming. She was… calm? “You’re a smart girl, Izzy…. can I call you Izzy? Ah, nevermind, it won’t matter soon. I’ll explain this while you’re still smart enough to understand. This little blaster of mine here is what you might call a ‘particle repurposing device’ but I call it my ‘Bimbo Ray’. That feeling you’re currently experiencing is your own body and mind repurposing itself to fit your new purpose as my bimbo slave. Your intelligence will be all but wiped out and your body will be literally built for pleasure. It really is a neat little thing, isn’t it?” Isabella was already struggling to understand him. But, if she was understanding him right, there wouldn’t be anything she could do. It didn’t help that she felt this heat building inside of her, making her feel wonderful. She could especially feel that heat in her chest, where her modest breasts were slowly ballooning into massive, round tits that would sit high and firm on her body. She was astounded by her own cleavage as her once-appropriate pink dress morphed into a low-cut, tight mini-dress that left nothing to the imagination. Izzy’s head was really beginning to tingle as her dark Latina hair faded into platinum blonde waves. Was she really becoming a dummy? Jordan was right about her body changing. She was a total hottie now! She bit her bottom lip and moaned as they too plumped up, giving her a perfect set of dick sucking lips. Within mere moments, the once brilliant teacher had been reduced to an airheaded bimbo. Jordan looked over his former teacher with pride before asking her a couple questions. “How do you feel, Izzy?” The dumb blonde struggled to formulate an answer. “Like, ummm, so horny. Can we go fuck somewhere?” “Is that allowed? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” “Like, of course it’s allowed! I’m YOUR bimbo dolly, silly!” “That’s right, Izzy,” Jordan smirked at her last comment, she was already fully devoted to him, “Well then, let’s go fuck the rest of your brains out.” “Heehee, yay!!” One of the pig’s “likes” from its limited tumblr time today.I admit to being a tiny bit perplexed that cunt chose this post, because I am certain it didn’t read the story. The most likely conclusion I can draw is that cunt wants me to explain the story to it, which would possibly lead to me degrading it further verbally while it rubs itself into mindless bliss.Of course, that won’t be happening, as whenever I sense pig trying to manipulate outcomes from me, I shut it down quickly. I could be all wrong in my assuming of course, perhaps cunt was just a big fan of this particular author before it met me. The story itself, while not totally in line with my tastes, certainly accomplishes what it sets out to do. I can easily imagine many a wannabe bimbo getting themselves off to it.-Q -- source link