"Let me get this straight," Bill challenged them. "This drug, administered orally, allows the patient to make changes in his or her own body, just by thinking about them?"
"That's it, in a nutshell," Felicia replied. As head of the team of researchers who accidentally found the chemicals involved, it was up to her to convince the president of the company to continue testing and then marketing the drug. "There are a few restrictions--it has to be a change the patient can visualize: The disappearance of a wart, or the regrowth of a finger, something like that. We haven't tested out more extensive changes, such as regrowth of an entire limb. And complicated stuff--spinal cord repair--seems out of the question, since it would be beyond the capacity of the layman to envision. Although...."
"Although what?" Bill insisted.
"Well, there's an odd side-effect to the drug as it stands now," Felicia explained. "It lowers the patient's resistance to suggestion. It all but induces an hypnotic trance. If that could be used to influence the patient's mind and direct it to make the necessary alterations, even in complicated structures...."
"I get the picture," Bill said. Indeed he did. He suspected there might be an even greater profit for this drug in somewhat illicit markets. "Could it be used for, shall we say, cosmetic purposes?"
"Such as?"
"You know, the usual things healthy men and women want changed about their bodies--bigger breasts, smaller noses, stuff like that," he explained. Felicia swore she saw a leer behind his innocent smile.
"I suppose," Felicia answered, "though I'd consider it a waste of the drug's value...."
"Never mind, then," Bill said. "Just a thought. Give me a day or two and I'll get back to you with an answer."
The next day, Felicia was going through her e-mail when she noticed a message from Bill...one that was also sent to a long list of outside directors. Her name had obviously gotten on the list by accident, since the subject line was about the body-change drug. Curious, she opened the message:
The drug could be a winner in the blackmarket."The disgusting pig!" she exclaimed. "No wonder he wanted to know about 'cosmetic' uses!" She sat there, fuming, wondering how she could prevent him from turning all their work into this illicit market...and then she brightened with an idea.
Imagine a guy being able to give this to his wife or girlfriend and, in a matter of days, have a completely compliant companion, complete with the body he wants her to have--bigger boobs, longer legs, different hair color, whatever.
This could be the ultimate date drug!
She went to see her colleague Portia down the hall and showed her the tell-tale e-mail. "Could the combined effects of the drug--the body changes and the suggestibility--have the effect I've outlined on a male?" she finally asked.
"I don't see why not," Portia answered. "But why...?" And then it dawned on her. "How soon can we get started?"
Bill's head felt fuzzy and numb, like he couldn't quite think. His eyes came into focus and there was Felicia standing before him. He tried to get up...and couldn't.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Felicia held up a red-and-white capsule before him. "We gave you one of these about 30 minutes ago," she answered, smiling. "Recognize it? Our miracle drug? I believe you called it 'the bimbo pill' in that e-mail I found."
"Huh?" Bill discovered he still couldn't quite think straight. "That--that was just a joke, Felicia!"
"Somehow, I don't think so." Felicia observed him trying to concentrate. "That's the initial effect of the drug, by the way. It's sapping your will, making you completely susceptible to anything I tell you. What's your name?"
"Bill Sullivan," he answered.
"No, it's Billie Sue Bimbo," she corrected him.
"No, it's Bill...." he tried to object.
"Billie Sue Bimbo," she insisted.
"...Biiillll..." he tried to get out.
"Billie Sue," Felicia demanded...and watched as his eyes glazed over and then glowed with new knowledge. "What's your name?" she asked again.
"Billie Sue Bimbo," he answered readily.
"You don't sound like a Billie Sue--higher, sillier, with a giggle, please."
"I'm Billie Sue Bimbo," the man replied, with a high-pitched titter.
"Excellent--but you're not dressed like a bimbo, either. Strip out of those clothes and put these on, please." She handed him a few garments and he obediently put them on.
In just a few moments, he was clad in the lacy, pale blue bra and panty set. "Wonderful," Felicia said, smiling again. "But somehow you still don't look like a bimbo. Look in the mirror." 
Billie Sue turned to the mirror. "Would a bimbo have such short hair? Shouldn't your hair be shoulder-length, at least?"
"Yes, it should," he agreed...and suddenly his hair began to grow. Within a short time, it cascaded over his shoulders.
"And where are your breasts...or rather your boobs, your tits, your jugs? Let's fill out that bra, huh?"
"Yes, I should have breasts," he said, as they began to swell on his chest.
"What should you have?" she asked.
"Boobs," he corrected himself, smiling as they grew a bit more.
"What are they?"
"My tits, my jugs, my bazooms!" he shouted in a giggling voice as they expanded to fill the cups of the bra.
Felicia smiled. The first stage was almost done. But much more remained. "Look at yourself, Billie Sue." He stared into the mirror. "Already you are beautiful, and we've only just started. Aren't you excited to become the bimbo you are meant to be?" He nodded.
"Show me how excited you are...what would a bimbo do to show her excitement?"
Without further encouragement, Billie Sue plunged her hand into her panties, found her bimboish clitty-stick and began to rub it.
Felicia grinned. Tomorrow, Billie Sue Bimbo would grow some more.
More to come
1 comment:
Woooooooh, great idea, great fantasy. I can't wait to read the rest of it.
Now, are these pills something you can import from -- let's say -- Mexico?
Rebecca
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