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Bitch needs money

Part 3: bitch needs money

Hey Babes it's your girl Nikki again, let's start with how things went with my sweetey pie. Soooooo Claire didn't want to date, she wants a friend. Turns out our girl is on her own up here after her boyfriend dumped her so she's looking for people to hang out with. Yours truly is  happy to oblige, I don't really have any friends any more since most of my feminist buddies are can't deal with what I've become.  If she won't fuck me then at least I've got someone to talk too or go to the clubs with, it's pretty awkward that I'm always on my own .

So I took us both out shopping, Shopping's a little awkward with me since I'm trying to get clothes which are both expensive and slutty, so instead we go for her, my treat. I pay for whatever she wants as moneys no issue with me, we go to the classy part of town and pay top money for thaws in this season. At least I got her to agree to go clubbing with me later in the week. Even if she isn't bi then at least we can both hook up with someone.

Which leads us into the story-money. It's funny that all this revolves around money. Before I became what I am now I resented its importance ….Patriarchal something something capitalist. Something about crass consumerism ….Blah blah blah. Not me any more, materialism is important because it's the means to my ends, find me a Communist orgy where I don't have to get a real job and I'm all in comrade. Until then gimme my fucking money so I can buy some nice dresses and coke. So  in the end it all comes down to the green. I was determined to stay independent from my mum and refused to return home. So that meant I had to pay my own food bills.

So it just finished my my first year at university and I got fired from my call centre job. Well fired is dramatic, it was the usual corporate bollocks. They we're making cut backs and since I'd showed up late once during my 6 month trial period me and the 40 something mum where the first out. That's right everything I am now might boil down to a late bus, could be some ugly bore working in a shitty call centre instead of being a Bimbo Goddess if the bus had been on time. Scary huh?  Anyway so I got fired and needed money. I tried to get find work in different places but nothing was coming up. I needed money bad so I started looking at medical testing, at first nothing really caught my eye. But one perk of my old bod was that I was in great health and perfect for these things. So one day I'm browsing and one stands out.  £2,000 for a drug testing coarse. The stuffs got a chemical name I won't mention but it's market name was  Estrabrodine I call it Blu love because of it's colour and I love what it's done to me. The Company who we'll call 'Medcorp'  where gonna  market it as 'girl Viagra'. What it was supposed to do was pretty simple, it's supposed to increase the amount of vaginal discharge during sex to compensate for women who have performance issues. In short its supposed gets dry women wet.  Now whatever else can be said about my cunt back then I didn't have problems with performance so I was in the control group. There were about 30 other candidates, I requested a look at the compound and nothing seemed that bad. The coarse was 60  oral doses twice a day with weekly checks. The was little else required except reporting any symptoms to the the Doctors monitoring us. I wasn't having sex at the time and didn't masturbate so I didn't really anticipate much to report in.

I remember the first time I drank Blu love, it's funny for something which such an impact on my life how it doesn't really taste of anything, Sort of watery with the faintest hint of plastic. It's really easy to cover up the flavour with pretty much anything. It came in small glass bottles and had to be kept in a fridge.

Looking at it alone in my room I remember wondering if the blue colour was to try and mimic Viagra, but waived the idea off because that sort of shit might mess with the results and then I took my drink.

I groaned in ecstasy as a raw liquid organism pumped through my bod, My nerdy flesh transformed in a few moments as massive tits erupted from my chest as a grew a whole foot and turned into a smoking hot blonde.....yeah right. Sorry babes, the result drinking blu love doesn't turn you into a big tittied  blonde  who runs off into the night and fucks everyone. The truth is a little but more complicated. The first night I drank one was pretty normal for Nichole. I ate my boring vegan tea, drank a little wine, read a little of some pretentious anarcho communist ramblings about communal lesbianism. I remember I still felt a little hungry but otherwise fine.

 It was about a 3-4 days before I felt any change and even then it wasnt exactly game changing.

Speaking of minor things Freshman has been begging me for another night with me, initially I was gonna let him off the hook. “He's such a sweetey that he doesn't need a bad girl like me.” I do try to be nice sometimes. But then he let me know he cheated on his girlfriend for me, some religious chick whose wants to be pure for her wedding night. He's been pleading and pleading for me to give him a chance, saying he'll do anything for me. Well with that what's a girl to do?

See you next time.

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part 2

Part two who I was

Hey babes it's your girl Nikki again, just got in from the Gym.  Since I went through my changes I seem to be able to handle the naughty stuff in life and all the sex helps but this perfect bod still needs work and pain to keep itself perfect. I could talk about self love but if my last post should make clear it's that I'm not short on that. Plus I'm getting close to seducing my coach, I can see the way she keeps looking at my tits and ass when she thinks I'm not looking. She's coming to terms with it so all I have to do is wait and keep doing those stretches and she'll get what she really wants.

I'll let you know all about it once she gives in.

But enough about lusty but repressed middle class chick who wants to fuck , today I'm gonna talk about a no longer repressed  middle class (technically) chick loves to fuck. We're gonna talk start the story of how I became the perfect Bimbo Goddess. So it's best to start at the beginning so we see what person all the wonderful things happened to make my fabulous fuckable self so completely perfect.

So lets start at who I was before this all began. Let's introduce Nichole, the girl I used to be.

At the start of my wonderful changes Nichole was a 18 year old Biochemistry student studying at the University of Liverpool. I came from a good middle class boring family, who work in respectable jobs, read the guardian and enjoy cheese boards. I was raised in a pleasant middle England village, appeared in the local papers for all sorts of do-gooder community stuff and didn't say fuck until I was 15.

my height was the average 5.4, I tended towards skinny....well scrawny really in terms of weight . I wasn't just thin my bod had no real definition, no curves no bumps, just some weird wiry chicken bod.  My  breasts where small, I wouldn't even call them perky I'd say at best I was sporting something which could fit into AA bra's. The nipples where just as depressing, I almost passed as a my teenage boy in the chest area. I've nailed fat guys with better tits, they were not particularly sensitive either.....I don't think I got a moment of pleasure out of them or the few occasions I had a “sexual experience.” as I put it since I never got comfortable with the work fuck.

My Ass was equally depressing, I had  a bony butt. No junk in my trunk.   No muscles, no meat, no tone my pale none-ass leading into bony hairy legs J. My hips? What hips? My scrawny build left me looking like a 14 year old pre-pubescent boy. My face was....ugh,  patrician nose. Thin lips, some cheekbones and dull grey/blue eyes concluding a fairly nerdy face. The mousey brown man bun hair crowing this whole me didnt do any favours. The overall affect was at best-unfuckable hispter.

But then again my' fashion' choices didn't do me any favours. I considered myself an outsider and dressed as such, no make-up to enhance what little I had backed up by bland baggy clothes lacking definition (not that their was much to define). I never bothered with a bra so nothing was really on show and I usually wore hoodies or t-shirts. Usually with some stupid hipster or political slogan on the front. At least I wore ripped jeans, although I fucked that up by not shaving my legs as a “statement”.  The only thing I did right was the piercings the ears, one in the tongue  and a lower cyber bite. Although I never wear earrings or any jewellery. I had a nasal, nervous squeaky voice which which always sounded like I was about to get really upset and my accent was very very English middle class.

You might think I was miserable and lonely being such an uggo but I had plenty of friends and was enjoying uni. I was heavily involved in politics and fighting the power with how 'woke' I was, Feminism and animal rights. I'd even gone along to some animal liberation front stuff. I was a regular at meetings about body positivity and so on. I loved going to slam poetry recitals and intersectional coffee mornings. I wrote poetry about nature of the female divine vs the demiurge patriarchy.

Which is funny since I call myself a Goddess a fair bit but I've yet to meet my guy equivalent.

I was really outspoken about my politics and pretty much everything. I'd been the smartest kid in school and something of an outsider. Now I was at uni I was surrounded by people who where cut from the same cloth. I had something I would have considered fun and even had a boyfriend called Steven. I broke with him about a month before we really get going. Nichole felt he was too focused  on the physical aspects of our relationship.

Nikki finds this hilarious considering Nicole only fucked him twice, the 2nd time she was thinking about her lecturer and she was crap.

I also had/have friends. To be fair most of them have put of distance between me.  I get the impression think I betrayed the cause/s

I have an younger brother he's more of a beer drinking football type and I've never really had much to say to him or about him, except it's for the best he keeps his distance from me for his own good.   My mum and dad where cut from the same cloth as me, poetry, feminism et etc. The relationship is....well we'll get into that.

One final thing, When I say I'm smart I'm really smart. Top of my class smart, I can't remember a time when I've found something in biology or chemistry hard. I'm generally pretty smart across the board as well.

I don't resent Nichole, I mean I resent the fact time as her and not Nikki .but nothing about her repulses me, In fact, I'd probably try to fuck her if I met her. She'd hate me, my changes would frighten her and certainly avoid the wonderful things which would occur to me. I don't mind, she was a caterpillar who didn't know about the butterfly.

So the stage is set Nicola the boring boyish cliché student has settled into university life and is ready to go for the next part. I'm going to take it easy tonight and enjoy a quiet night in sliding my fingers between my legs thinking about all the naughty things I'd like to do to my personal trainer. I'm getting wet just thinking about her.... Clare's posh accent, her tight ass and blonde hair.....oh my.

She just texted me.

I'll see you all soon.

:)

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Nikki’s birth part 1 Who I am

The origin of me

By scrambles

Part 1 Who I am

I only exist for my own gratification.

If their is one truth about me it's that my only real purpose in life is my own pleasure. As I sit here on my bed at 2am caked in make up, drenched in perfume. My slim cigarette sitting in my tanned hands....my cunt still wet from a good lay I figure that's what I really am.  All I am, all their really is to me is the desire and the ends I'll go to satisfy it. Everything about me is vulgar. As I look at tonight's 'lover' an freshman I'd describe as an okay fuck-his decent dick size and energy made for for the fact be didn't really know what he was doing. His night tight ass is fast asleep after his “ first time”. I honestly don't remember his name and frankly, I don't give a shit. My only regret is the emotional labour of telling him that I don't care about him after tonight unless he gets some new tricks....becomes really buff, becomes a pervert, gets his balls removed so I don't have to take the pill or....I dunno brings his best friend tomorrow or something like that? Maybe something really fucked up like take estrogen to become a She-male? That might keep me interested for a while. Honestly even then he'd have to work pretty hard to keep me moving on to other people after about a month. I knew it wasn't really going to go that well when he started trying to be the little spoon.

I take a drag of my slim and hear my tacky gold bracelets jingle, I can't believe I used to hate other people smoking but it feels so good …..all these great sensations I used to miss out on, I can't believe anyone would discourage the pleasure of smoking or any other drug. The Fresher did okay but in the end he'll want something more in a different way and all I want from him is a good hard fuck. Because that's all I really want of other people......gratification. His dick sliding into my tight cunt was a joy, as where the drinks he bought me, as was sucking off another guy at the back of the club earlier that night, as was pleasuring the customer assistant with the big tits at Primark in the changing room earlier in the day.

As long as I enjoy myself that's all that really matters. Running my tongue down his shaft was a pleasure as was his nervous delight. God I loved feeling his firm fresh dick slide into me, just tight enough to feel right pushing further and further. I ground my body against his cock when his hesitation showed and he didn't know what he was doing. The feeling in as his eyes met mine as I climaxed with him can't really be put into words. No woman touched that fresh meat before me and no one will ever compare, my body is perfect. All that matters is me, that I cum, that I have fun. all that matters is my pleasure.

Don't get me wrong I'm not completely selfish or even that twisted. I want whoever I'm with to enjoy it as well. My ego alone means I have to be a good fuck. I'm gorgeous and everyone whose ever been fucked by me will never forget the time they're going to have. I'd never harm someone, I'd never do something to them which they wouldn't enjoy and I'll always respect consent.When it comes to sex It's pretty cruel that I'll sleep with your bride and send you the pics but I'd never make someone do anything they don't want too.  I'm trashy and slutty all the right ways but I'm not an evil person.

Although I'd probably never make the mark as a good person either.....I suppose I'm nice enough outside of sex but that doesn't often matter. Then again as I've already said nothing really matters to me beyond my desires.

Fresher's dick was nice as it always he's asleep but it's still rock hard . I drink his condom's contents, finish my slim and head for the shower. Life is fabulous when you've got enough money to focus on what really matters.

Back from my shower and I'm back on my laptop, I spray my perfume back on get myself a Spritzer. Fresher may be a decent fuck but he can't drink anywhere as much as I can and will most likely be out for the night. Lucky little wuss, he got to fuck me. I doubt anything will ever compare but I won't remember his face after a month. It's a pity I can't fuck myself....well I can just not in the way I'd like.

My name's Nikki by the way, as I've said I'm something of a hedonist, every decision I make is based on what I'll enjoy or avoiding what I won't, the closest I get to 'work' is the gym and the healthy meals to keep me sexy. You could say I'm pansexual or sexually liberated, If you're feeling more judgemental you might call me an amoral nymphomaniac. Personally I like to think of myself as a Bimbo slut. I'm a shallow trollop who wants to take dick and pussy. My perfect body reflects that and anyone who sees me on the street.  Even people who think they're somehow better than me can't help but look and lust. Something I've put to the test before.

I'm not going to completely describe myself yet because I think it's better I leave a little for titillation which leads into by I'm writing this.

You see I wasn't always like this, I a wasn't always the most fuckable woman you'll ever meet. My face wasn't caked in make-up, I didn't live in a penthouse apartment and spend my nights engaged in carnal bliss. I was a very different Girl back then and my changes have been extreme. You see that's why I'm writing this down, my transformation into a bimbo Goddess has best thing that's ever happened to me and I'd like to collect my thoughts as well as allow someone else to know how wonderful it's been. It will also give me some time to consider what wonderful things I'll do next.

I should note theirs a lot of Bimbofication stories online so I'll spell a couple of things out for you before we begin. Firstly unlike most Bimbo's I'm not any dumber for the experience, I'm shallow, self-absorbed and slutty but I'm not an idiot. Before I changed I was really really smart and just because I don't care about book smarts anymore  don't think I'm not still as smart as I ever was, it's just my smarts are used on something or someone worth doing. I can just as easily quote Valerie Solas as Lil Wayne so don't ever think I'm dumb....unless it turns you on of coarse.

Second, I'm don't regret my Bimbofication in the slightest, theirs not some part of me crying for my lost innocence as I snort coke of some other sluts Tits. I'm not sad that I'm not going to live a normal respectable life, and their isn't some lost part of me deep down that wants to be a good girl again. My only regret after becoming what I am is that their was a point in my life when I wasn't like this. I love what I am now and would never go back.

Finally I'd like to squash the idea I'm brainwashed or some other shit. While the wonderful things which happened to me came from an outside source, I embraced them and as was an active force in becoming what I am now. Something which will make more sense as we get on with my changes.

I am what I'm supposed to be, what everyone would want to be if they understood. I pity people like Fresher here who'll never spend their lives drinking, partying, snorting and fucking  To misquote lily Allen-I am a weapon of massive consumption · And it's all my fault, I love how I function

Freshers dick looks fucking tasty and I'm going to get myself another mouthful so we'll start on part one tomorrow night where discuss where and when I really became me.

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