Pink Reality Ch. 6

November 9th, 2024.

If one was to walk by the Savallis house and hear the sound of scandalous girlish giggles emanating from within, a book club would likely be the last thing that would come to that person's mind. But that was indeed what was happening; 8 milfs sat around in a circle, breasts jiggling in their tight tops as they chatted about the most recent book they were all asked to read.

Though they'd always gravitated toward spicy romance novels (at least that's what they remembered), Lauren had been daring her friends to dive into the deep end and be a bit more adventurous lately. To call their latest novel porn was...perhaps a bit diminishing to its' more nuanced content, but it wasn't an entirely inaccurate description either.

This one had a bit more debauchery than they had read in other books, it involved plenty of bondage, sex toys, and orgies as well as passionate and intimate fucking between the two main characters. Most women their age would perhaps be embarrassed by recommending a book of this sort to their friends and talking about it with them, but these women had nothing to hide or be embarrassed about. They had no reason to be ashamed of their sexuality, many of them even took the derogatory term of Bimbo and owned it. Being a matured woman didn't mean you had to stop wanting to look good or bad to stop being horny forever.

Manicured nails flipped through the pages of the book, the raunchy scenes flashing in each of the Bimbos memories as they reviewed various scenes from it together. Jill giggled as she fanned herself.

"Oh, Lauren, you've outdone yourself. I think you were feeling a little naughty when you recommended us this book! Even for me, the scene between the two of them in the hotel had me blushing." Jill said. The other milfs nodded or hummed in agreement.

"I thought you ladies would like it! The same old same old can get a bit boring at times, so I thought something more adventurous was in order. I haven't read a book that made me this hot under the collar in awhile, so I thought it'd be the perfect thing to spice up book club." Lauren smiled.

"Everything was so detailed and excellently written. I'm normally only into the more intimate scenes, but even the orgy in the palace was extremely hot when placed into the context of the story. Surprisingly sexy!" One of the other milfs said. The Bimbos all twisted in their seats as their memories went wild with what they'd imagined that scene looking like in their head.

This was only a more extreme version of what they'd always been bringing to the book club meetings, it would never occur to them that sharing what was essentially porn with your platonic friends was weird or awkward. Sure, their discussion itself used as much euphemism and metaphor to refer to the scenes of the book as they could, but they all knew what each of them were thinking.

"God, yes! Armando and Gideon both making love to Anna and whispering how she was theirs was sooo hot, it drove me wild. I was such a mess after that." One of the other ladies giggled. It seemed the latest meeting was a success! Perhaps Lauren would get even more adventurous with her picks in the future.

...

Grayson was doing okay, surprisingly. Shit had undoubtedly been insane, and her mother's Bimbofication was also incredibly mortifying, but she felt weirdly not too panicked about it all. The body was surprisingly natural, like whatever had changed her had also made acclimating to this body as comfortable as possible. That was definitely kind of freaky.

Grayson was upset about this for sure, but she wasn't going to feel too embarrassed about something that was entirely out of her control. No, she wasn't a girly girl, and she certainly wasn't a damn Bimbo, but people would think what they wanted to think. Her clothes had changed over night, so she wore what she had into public despite all the stares. Not an ideal situation to be sure, but there were worse things than being seen as slutty or being lusted after.

She had already been ridiculed for acting and dressing too much like a boy before, and was also made fun of by men for not being sexy enough, this was only the inverse of that. It was strange, you were going to get judged no matter which direction you went in. That made Grayson feel a bit better about all this

And despite herself, it excited her. Seeing all those eyes on her thighs, her ass, and her abs made her feel good, though she'd never admit it. Some of the guys who hit on her were horrible, but some were really nice and charming. Especially the Himbos. Something about this thing that changed people also gave them incredible charisma. But she didn't blush like Sam, she talked with these Himbos and Bimbos and found that they were surprisingly normal. It seemed that it just made you more social and nice, more relaxed and confident as well.

And it felt good, too. Being in this body. Just walking around with all that weight in her chest and ass felt satisfying. And masturbating felt better too. It was like all sensations in general were just a little bit more intense. She felt everything more, both sensations and emotions in equal measure. Of course she disliked having her newfound femininity so pronounced and in the form of her almost embarrassingly large breasts, but at the same time they felt utterly electric to grope and push her hands against.

No, they hadn't made any progress in their investigation. No, Grayson and Josh hadn't even met this Rachel girl yet. Rachel was apparently still unsure of whether she wanted to distance herself from this whole operation or not. Perhaps it was a less stressful idea for the girl to just lay low unless shit really hit the fan.

Another thing was the tape. They'd gotten rid of the tape after Grayson suggested that the music was what changed her. She didn't go into any detail beyond that, Sam didn't need to know everything that happened. She did hear Grayson schlicking herself at the end there, embarrassingly. That was really all Sam needed to know.

The biggest thing to happen in this week, really, was that Grayson's music had taken a turn. That tape absolutely haunted her, she still couldn't stop thinking about it. A part of her wanted to hear it again. But she wasn't dumb, she knew listening to it again could potentially be dangerous. So the alternative was to make a cover.

Her cheeks flushed red as she sang those husky, seductive vocals in the privacy of her own apartment. She felt a weird heat down in her core as she mimicked that singer's moaning breaths. It was shameful to admit that Grayson had touched herself a couple of times while listening back to her cover of that tape. What was more shameful was that she'd posted the song online.

Not under her regular handle, of course. It was under a different name. Princess Bliss. That name alone had made Grayson flush with embarrassment. She had little idea why she was doing this. There was something about the chance that other people would hear this that kind of turned her on. And it was the tape that was physically tainted with whatever was causing this, so her making a cover was perfectly fine, for sure.

She'd gotten some views and comments. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to make the young woman's head swim. People saying it sounded nice, that she had a good voice, even some people saying it was sexy. One person commented that they'd put it in their sex playlist. One that was public. Oh wow. Her pussy involuntarily twitched as she imagined a couple fucking to her song. What if other people used this playlist? What if the playlist was used at a strip club or an orgy or something?

Grayson whimpered into her pillow as she fingered her dripping pussy. Her renewed sex drive was definitely much more overwhelming for her than anything else, she at least had excuses for why she was dressed like that in public. But Sam would be weirded out if she found out Grayson was doing all this in secret, and if she knew how horny she really was. It was unlike the version of her that Sam thought she'd always known.

But Grayson wouldn't go farther than this, right? It was just one song, a cover as well. Any more and people could find out this was her, or she could gain too much traction and all those embarrassing, mortifying songs would be out in the public for anyone to listen to and witness Grayson's sexual urges on display. That would be so bad.

But if it was so bad, why did the idea make her gushing cunt ache so good? Why had she cum to the idea multiple times over the last few days? And why did she feel so much hornier than the other Bimbos acted? The other Bimbos didn't behave nearly as desperately horny as Grayson felt currently. Had all this just been building up inside of her before she'd been changed? These thoughts and all other possible thoughts were washed from Grayson's mind for the moment as her orgasm came over her in a furiously intense wave of hot pleasure.

"Hhrrrghh fuuuuuck~" Grayson roared as hot juices squirted into her flexing hand. As she collapsed onto her bed and breathed a sigh of relief, her phone rang. It was Sam.

...

Sam was not doing okay, to say the least. She didn't want to go too hard into the doom and gloom mindset, as that helped no one. However, staying optimistic wasn't particularly easy either. At least Grayson and Josh had calmed her down, telling her that they were still themselves and that they were more determined than ever to stop whatever this thing was. And Aurora was now wearing a genuine smile that Sam hadn't seen often from her sister since they were kids. But Sam still felt like they were messing with something far beyond anyone's control or understanding.

Sam was currently doing some field research on the Bimbos while she waited for any of her colleagues from the university to come back to her on the books Grayson had found. It was in a language that they didn't quite recognize, but figuring out the grammar, sentence structure, and what other languages that the characters resembled could perhaps lead them to some kind of translation.

She'd also sent Grayson's music tape to her scientist friends at the university to see if they could find some kind of energy or radiation or literally anything inside the tape. It seemed the music itself may have been what transformed Grayson, so Grayson couldn't keep it and Sam's friends were told not to listen to it either.

She was now sat in the corner of the Luna cafe, looking through her notes as she called to check on Grayson again. Admittedly, Sam had probably been calling her too much, but Sam wanted to make sure her friend was okay.

"I told you, I'm good. I feel really, uh, you know, but besides that I feel normal. This stupid body...surprisingly, it didn't take much getting used to. It feels weirdly natural, as scary as that is to say. All the clothes in my room have transformed since last week, and it all feels so nice and comfortable too. The thing is I don't have the money to buy a whole new wardrobe." Grayson said.

"Me and Josh could try chipping in for some clothes." Sam suggested once again.

"Nah, it's whatever. Shit's so fucked, but I guess it's not that bad. I'm not a librarian or a nun, so showing my legs or stomach a little isn't that big of a deal...right?" Grayson sounded like she was trying to reassure herself.

"I mean, sure. Do you like looking like that, Grayson?" Sam hesitantly asked.

"Course not! I'm not some girly Bimbo that needs to be pretty and cute and looked at by guys all the time. For real. Not that being feminine is a bad thing. It's just not for me. I mean, you wear makeup, and even dresses sometimes and you're not a Bimbo." Grayson said. This was giving Sam a headache, she could tell her friend was hiding something.

"Sure. Grayson, be honest with me. Do you feel being...changed like this has given you an urge to act more feminine or sexual?" Sam asked as she looked through her notes.

"Honestly, no. I just feel less stressed about what I should or shouldn't look like, weirdly. The makeup and everything feels so automatic, natural. But that's just because of the transformation, right?" Grayson asked.

"Definitely seems that way. You didn't answer the other part." Sam said.

"I don't know. I wasn't asexual before this, it's not like I was ever above hitting on someone. Or being hit on. You don't know everything about me." Grayson said.

"You're being defensive." Sam sighed.

"I'm not. I haven't done anything with anyone, since I was changed, if that's what you're asking. But it's n-not like I was a virgin before this, anyway." Grayson said.

"You're not?" Sam asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm not a virgin." Grayson said. Sure. That didn't convince Sam even slightly.

"Grayson, do you understand why I'm worried that this thing may have changed you?" Sam asked. Grayson sighed.

"Yeah, but I swear I'm still me. No matter what happens, you're still gonna have Grayson." She said genuinely.

"I know, I'm just freaked out. I guess I'll talk to you later." Sam said.

"Yeah, no problem. By the way, Mom said hi." Grayson said.

"Oh, I forgot about that. How's everything with her?" Sam asked.

"She seems to be doing well. Probably has to do with all the boyfriends she has now. Getting a guy is definitely good for her, but I just don't get how she finds all the time for every one of them. Actually, don't answer that. Anyway, she seems chiller now. Nicer, even. We haven't argued at all in a week, she's even complimented how I look." Grayson said.

"That's good! At least that's one thing that's come out of this. If anything new develops, tell me." Sam told her friend.

"Totally." Grayson said and hung up. Welp. Nothing about that conversation had really made Sam feel much better at all. She decided to go over her notes again in her head to put everything in order.

In the week since Grayson's conversion, Bimbos had spread everywhere. They were everywhere you went, and places like Jill's newly 'renovated' bakery only seemed to attract more and more of them. Not only were there more places specifically made for Bimbos and Himbos than before, but she'd even seem some represented on tv. It was like they were some kind of emerging subculture of people that was unique and distinct. With this emerging population and sense of identity (not that this seemed like anything new to anyone besides the few that could notice the changes occurring), there were actually rough estimations of the Bimbo populations numbers. That was convenient.

In Sam's city of roughly 250,000 people, maybe about 10% of adults were now Bimbos and Himbos. That was slightly terrifying. Tens of thousands of these people were walking around, and there were only going to be more. Sam felt alone, so many had no idea this was being done to them. Thousands of people all horny and slutty and giggly.

Sam breathed deeply and went back to the notes. It wasn't all bad. Her assessment of the Bimbos themselves was actually quite positive. She noticed no apparent loss of intelligence, which was an important factor. The idea of Bimbos and 'Bimbofication' was that you were turned into a vapid giggly idiot that wears pink and only cares about sex, but all evidence went against that. Bimbos and Himbos cared about other things, they just always inevitably came back around to sex. It was kind of a unifying force in their lives. There was also no sign of increased submissiveness in the Bimbos, many in fact seemed to act quite dominant toward males, while many others could be either submissive or dominant depending on the situation.

Not only did Bimbos and Himbos seem no less intelligent than anyone else, but one's individuality and personal style seemed to actually become more distinct once they were Bimbo'd. Sam imagined this was because Bimbos and Himbos seemed to care little about what was considered fashionable or unfashionable, or what was considered appropriate. Some of the women straight up looked like they could've been mistaken for prostitutes and arrested.

One other thing was lower verbal filter, they all talked in almost a stream of consciousness where they just said what was on their mind. A lot of the time, what was on their mind was pretty horny. Quite a few of the Bimbos had commented on how cute Sam would look if she showed off her body a little. Not in a judgmental way, more encouraging. She'd found it hard to hide her blush every time. The Himbos all looked like male models and were more charming and complimentary than dumb or thoughtless. They often asked her if she was okay or how she was doing, Sam had to reassure them that she wasn't upset and just naturally looked disappointed with life. They were certainly not your typical meatheads.

Sam had talked with Josh, Grayson, and her sister a lot too. Besides seeming more relaxed and a bit more chipper, they all seemed just like themselves. There were some differences, sure. Aurora didn't go out with friends as much and actually seemed okay just going on walks or going shopping by herself. The Aurora she previously knew would die if she was alone for more than 20 minutes.

Grayson was weirdly stubborn about just going out in the Bimbo'd clothes she had. She seemed simultaneously offended by the idea of being feminine (as usual) and the idea of changing her behavior due to being judged by others. So, while admittedly conflicted, she dressed in her default slutty clothes almost as a form of protest. Josh seemed basically exactly the same besides speaking his mind more and staring at Grayson. He totally denied doing this, of course.

Overall, many of the changes seemed so positive, and yet this was all so sinister. If only Sam had answers to any of this. And not that Sam was conservative or anything, but it would probably be best if not everyone was so laissez-faire about their sexuality. It was horribly awkward to just be openly horny all the time, it was especially embarrassing to see her friends and family all busty and scantily clad all the time. Have some decency and respect for Sam!

God, she was sounding like Rachel. Talking with her and Rick so much was making her kind of nutty. Sam needed to go hang out with someone normal and not Bimbo'd for her own sanity. Tessa. Tessa would be good. Maybe having a completely normal afternoon with her normal, un-Bimbo'd friend would calm Sam down.

...

The days since his transformation had been weird for Josh. Not bad. Definitely not bad, just weird and kind of stressful. This entire thing was bizarre, but there were quite a few developments in his life that he actually would've been nothing but thrilled about had they not been brought about by a strange, unknowable force that was seemingly changing people against their will. For one, the play and his lead performance in said play were met with critical acclaim. The problem was that the play had completely changed before the show started, and no one seemed to remember that fact besides him.

Jerking off and handjobs felt better now. Like, quite a bit better now. It was so smooth and the friction just felt so right, it was like a lightning bolt went off in his brain every time someone stroked it. And overall, he was hornier. He'd woken up grinding his cock into his mattress a few times after dreaming about Jamie, Hannah, and even Grayson. Their hot Bimbo bodies and their pretty faces. Occasionally, he'd wake up to find he'd already grinded himself to an orgasm.

He knew it was shameful to be thinking about his friend like that, but he couldn't help what made his new "Himbo" cock twitch when he was sleeping. It's not like he was conscious to realize what he was doing. And Grayson's new body was incredible, her ass was even bigger than Jamie's but more firm. Ahem. Stop that. Think about Hannah.

He'd gotten quite a few handjobs from Hannah, who seemed to just give them out for funsies now. He felt weird about it because he knew she wouldn't have been doing this if she'd not been changed. But she seemed perfectly happy doing it, and Sam had suggested that the Bimbofication could have been hitting seemingly people at random because people had to accept it into themselves first. But that was just one theory. Josh tried to remember what it had felt like, the so-called Himbofication.