by Sasha Scott
“Like sorry, I forgot,” Taylor giggled as he confronted her in the lecture hall.
“That’s it, I’m doomed,” he groaned, planting his head down into the desk. He hadn’t gotten close to finishing and the assignment was due in right there, right then.
“Like don’t feel sad Darrin,” Jada said, “me and Alice didn’t remember to do it either!”
“Like totes. We were all too busy spending time with you for silly things like studying,” Alice told him as she nuzzled her overly busty self into his arm.
This was all his fault. He was going to fail, Taylor was going to fail and their friends were going to fail as well, all because he got carried away at the thought of having some bimbo playthings to screw around with.
His prayers for Taylor’s assistance hadn’t paid off which meant it was time for a new prayer. He begged and pleaded, please don’t let the professor know we haven’t done the assignment. Please let us dodge punishment.
Once again Darrin’s prayers were unanswered.
“You four,” his professor asked the ragtag crew, “You’re pairs are the only ones who haven’t handed in your assignments. Well?”
Professor Dixie Richards was the lecturer who taught their class. She was a woman who appeared to be in her early forties who wore her dark hair up in a bun and looked over her class with piercing brown eyes through a pair of thin glasses.
She seemed like quite the strict teacher, especially when she was glaring at the foursome, waiting for answers.
“Well…” Darrin mumbled under his breath, looking for an escape route.
“Like sorry! We totes forgot to do it,” Taylor giggled without restraint.
“Like us too miss,” Jada seconded, “Sorry!”
Professor Richards scowled as she turned on her heels and told them, “You four, in my office after class is over,” before returning to her post at the front of the class.
“Like what do you think she wants us for?” Alice asked.
“Like maybe she’s gonna help us do the work!” Jada gasped.
“That would be like so cool of her!” Taylor cheered.
Darrin refused to lift his head from the desk, it just kept getting worse and worse. Was this karma trying to get back at him for his crimes? He had no choice but to comply. He just hoped he wasn’t going to be thrown out of college before his time there had even really begun.
“Do you four really think it’s acceptable not to complete your first assignment?”
The grilling had begun. Darrin and his three bimbo friends had gathered into Professor Richards’ office for their chewing out.
“No Professor Richards.”
“Luckily for all of you this assignment will not be included in your final marks or you’d be looking at a big, fat, zero for this portion of the course. However the fact that all of you failed to complete the first and easiest assignment doesn’t bode well. It gives me questions about whether or not you’re up to doing the work here, whether or not you have the right mindset for college life.”
Luckily for Darrin it looked like he wasn’t going to be thrown straight off the course but it still looked as if he was going to be treading on thin ice. He was going to have to be more careful from then on.
He at least still had the intellect to do assignments on his own and stay out of trouble. In their current state, Taylor, Jada and Alice had no chance. As long as their IQ figures were pushed down low there was no way they’d be able to make it through the course. Darrin would have to change them back.
Then another thought crept into his mind. Did he really have to undo his work? Wasn’t there another way he could get out of this one? Couldn’t he counter this with more trouble?
“Professor, I can explain,” Darrin said, “But… it’s… I don’t want to do it in front of the girls. I’d like to do it privately.”
She raised a brow at him curiously before sighing out, “Fine. You three, wait outside until I call you.”
“Okay professor, see you shortly!” the giggly Taylor cheered, totally unable to read the mood as her and her sidekicks skipped on out, leaving Darrin in the office, alone with Professor Richards.
“So what is it Darrin? What’s your reason for this?”
“Well, it’s all because of this,” he told her, fishing out the device he had stored in his back pocket. It was that tacky, golden, remote control; The Bimbo Remote.
“That? Well what is it?”
Pointing the remote at his teacher he began to toy around with her. The first thing he modified was her hair.
The tight bun she wore made her look incredibly serious and strict, which she definitely seemed to be. Enjoying a more lighthearted appearance, Darrin scrolled through the options until her hairstyle was changed to one, high, side ponytail.
“This is The Bimbo Remote,” he explained to her, transforming her hair color from a dark brown to a bright blonde, “I can use it to transform any woman I want into a bimbo.”
“I am not in a joking mood,” she growled as she jumped onto her feet at just the right time, her outfit changing from a smart skirt and blouse into a sexy school uniform. “I expect you to take this seriously!”
“Oh I’m deadly serious,” Darrin chuckled as he aimed the remote at her glasses, changing them from a thin, stylish, design to a thick, pink colored, rim.
“Well if this is your explanation I don’t think this course is for you at all!”
“Hey I’m not the one dressed like some overaged school girl.”
Again she snarled at him, “This is standard uniform.”
It was always fun that only he could see the way that the remote had changed things around. He could barely contain his laughter as she was taking the high ground while dressed up in such an adorably, sexy, outfit.
However Darrin wasn’t just there to fool around, he had actually business to take care of. Again he aimed the remote at his professor and this time he hiked up her obedience levels.
“Look calm down professor. Take a seat, we actually need to have a proper talk.”
The rage eased up from Professor Richards on his command as she returned to her seat.
“Yes, enough fooling around. Now I need you to give me your actual reason.”
“Well you see, I wasn’t actually lying about the remote. This is a remote that can turn women into bimbos and I used it to transform Taylor, Jada and Alice. That was why they were unable to do the assignment.”
Last time she had understandably thought he was joking but with her obedience levels up high she finally saw the truth.
“I can’t--”
“But,” Darrin interrupted, just as the professor was raising her voice again, “that’s okay with you. In fact as a bimbo yourself you understand and are going to give them, and me as well, full marks.”
His words triggered her mind. That one phrase resonated, as a bimbo yourself.
“Like I understand!” Professor Richards giggled, “I didn’t realize that they were bimbos too! Like you should have told me sooner.”
That was even easier than he imagined. She had happily adopted a bimbo mindset; Professor Richards believed that she was a bimbo, thanks to his words, and was acting accordingly.
“Sorry, I thought you would have noticed. I mean have you seen how sexy those girls are? Alice’s tits are even bigger than yours!”
He aimed the remote at her again and modified her breast size. For an older woman her body was in very good shape and she had a nice, ample, bust. However with just a few presses on the remote she went from ample to massive.
“Yeah but like bimbos aren’t too smart and stuff,” she explained, “so like sometimes we don’t notice stuff.”
“And that’s why you give automatic full marks to any bimbos in your class, to compensate for how silly they are.”
“That’s right, you’re so smart Darrin!”
Every time Darrin did something new with the remote and saw the effects come to life he was amazed with just how powerfu
l the magic device he had in his possession was. The strict ruler of the classroom, who had been scolding him for missing the deadline, was suddenly a warm, bubbly, giggling bimbo.
“So from now on you’re going to give Taylor, Jada and Alice full marks for all of their work, isn’t that right?”
“Yeppers, that’s right!”
“And you’re going to do the same for me too, to thank for me for telling you all about The Bimbo Remote.”
“Like okay Darrin,” she giggled happily.
“Good girl. However, even though you know all about the remote, you aren’t allowed to tell anybody else about it no matter what. You must keep it a secret. You understand Professor Richards?”
“Like you don’t need to keep calling me that, you can just call me Dixie instead.”
Thinking it through Dixie was a much better name for a bimbo, it definitely had a certain ring to it. For once he was the one who happily agreed.
“Alright Dixie, it’s a deal.”
Cheerfully she giggled, “Yeay, thank you Darrin! So nice to me!”
The way she was acting was utterly adorable. Watching her acting like a complete bimbo stereotype while looking pretty close to one was really turning him on.
“Say Dixie,” he asked her, “how long until your next class?”
“Like… not for another two hours or so I think.”
“Hmm, perfect, wait right there,” he told her before turning around and peeking his head out of her office door. Standing there, in a huddle, was Taylor, Jada and Alice.
“Like hi Darrin,” Taylor giggled, “Is it like our turn to come back in now?”
“Change of plan ladies. You three are free to go. Go and do whatever it is bimbos do with their free time.”
“I wanna go to the cafe. I’m like starved and stuff,” Alice groaned.
“OMG me too,” Jada agreed, “So hungry. Like let’s go.”
“See ya Darrin,” Taylor waved with a cheer as she skipped away with her convoy.
With the rest of his pack taken care of Darrin returned back into the room where Dixie was waiting for him.
“Now while we have some free time,” he explained, “and because I’m starting to feel pretty horny, the two of us are going to stay here and have some fun.”
Darrin pointed The Bimbo Remote back at his target and began to transform her again. This time he was aiming at her skin; her outer shell. She looked good for her age but she still looked older than the legal teens he was hanging around with. It was time to change that.
Clicking away at the buttons Darrin began to modify her appearance, taking years from her face and body. Wrinkles smoothed over, blemishes vanished while wear and tear was fixed back to its youthful state, all thanks to a few clicks on the remote.
In the end he snatched twenty years from her looks and returned her back to her youthful appearance. The woman who looked good for her age became a woman who just looked really darn good.
Dixie sat watching him, not really aware what was happening as she suddenly looked like a girl in her early twenties, a hot one at that.
“So like what are we going to do?” she asked him, the pitch of her voice growing softer as well to reflect her new youthful feel.
“Have a lil patience Dixie. I know that isn’t too easy for bimbos like you but I just need you to behave for a couple of minutes while I make you look pretty.”
Now that she looked younger he could change the rest of her, aiming the remote for her lips which he transformed to look fatter and feel much softer; nice and puffy like a good stereotype bimbo.
“Like okays,” she slurred slightly, her newly plumped mouth making it harder for her to pronounce clearly.
With her lips done Darrin moved onto the next piece. He’d already given her DD breasts which meant his next change would be concentrated on her rear.
“Come over here for me,” he asked, patting his hand on her desk.
Dixie skipped around to join him before taking a seat on top of the wooden surface and asking, “Like this?”
“No, don’t sit. Turn around, put your hands down and press that ass out towards me.”
“Oh, like this!”
She took the pose he’d asked and made it look good, her toned legs pressed together in knee high white, cotton, socks and black heels, pushing up her small ass which was hidden in a tiny, pink checkered, skirt.
“Hmm, just like that.”
Darrin flicked the back of her sexy uniform up to reveal her white panties below. Then he got to work, using that remote once more.
Rather than starting off with her ass expansion he instead decided to proceed with one of his favorite combinations. He ramped up both her libido levels and her lust as well.
Suddenly Dixie, who had been very confident in her pose, began to squirm around on her shaky legs, her knees trembling together. From up front he could hear her making small, breathy, panting noises as she grew excited, a wet patch forming in her crotch, soaking those panties.
When the white material began to get transparent, the outline of her puffy mound being shown clearly through the fabric, he began her booty transformation.
A squeal popped from her puffy lips as her hips began to spread and her buttocks began to grow large and fat, mass being added to her lower half, turning her from top heavy to hourglass ready.
The expansion of her hips dragged the waistband of those panties in two directions which hiked the underside up into her needy pussy. Her squirming got faster and faster as her sensitive mound was being flossed by her own undies, her juices pouring out in excitement.
“Like Darrin!” she squeaked in a high pitched, girly, voice. “Please, help me.”
“Oh, what’s the matter Dixie?”
She was practically bouncing on her heels as she whined, “My panties are too tight! Please take them off me!”
“But if I do that you’ll be flashing me your bare pussy. Should a professor really be exposing herself to a student?”
“Like I don’t care! I’m so horny! Like if they keep digging in I’m gonna go totally crazy!”
Her booty had been expanded so dramatically, big enough to completely fill up a normal chair, that getting her panties off was no easy task. The fact they were practically stuck to her soaked crotch wasn’t helping either. Darrin really had to tug them down to help her out of her woes.
Another quivering moan trickled from Dixie’s lips as her pussy was bared to the younger man, the strong scent of feminine lust contaminating the air. She smelt like she was in heat.
“You know,” he growled as he leaned over her, rubbing a hand across the curve of her huge ass, “if you ask nicely I may be able to help you with this wetness you have down here.”
“Please…” she squeaked softly.
“What was that Dixie? Speak a little louder please.”
“Like please fuck me!” she howled in a lustful cry, “I’m like so horny! So so so horny! Like I need your big dick to stir up my sloppy pussy!”
Darrin grinned as he unbuckled his jeans and exposed his erect hardness. Of course he hadn’t told her that he was seriously horny as well and really wanted to fuck her too. Instead he simply dove in, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust forwards, burying his cock into her juicy mound.
Dixie’s body tensed up as his long, hard, rod pierced deep into her velvet passage and pressed over her sensitive, drooling, buttons in one, complete, motion. It felt so good.
Once Darrin had gotten used to her tightness he began to thrust his hips forward and back, pounding his hard meat into her soaked inners. That overpowering sensation made her arms buckle and she collapsed face first onto her desk, cushioned by her huge, doughy, tits.
“Is it a bit too much for an old woman like you?” Darrin teased as he gave her a moment to gather some composure, not that she took it.
“Like no,” she groaned, drooling down her plump lips, “I can still go on. Like don’t worry about me and like fuck me as hard as you can.”
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br /> “Hmm, whatever you say.”
He grabbed a hold of her arms, taking a firm grip on her wrists, and dragged them backwards to lift her chest up off the desk. It was a position which gave him more leverage over her body and meant he could thrust even faster.
Darrin began to use her wet tightness again, slamming his hips into her pussy like he was powered by a jackhammer. Every thrust he delivered sent his cock piercing deep into her loins and slapped his toned stomach into her fat ass, making it jiggle with every striking connection.
