B247 stood in line, shaking. Her life depended on the test ahead of her. She looked up to the screens that surrounded the chain link fence, which told the history of this civilization. "-Discord created our laws, giving us an organized and peaceful world. Our leader Spike has made sure that we will continue on our path to excellence." Said the overly cheery voice on the speakers. Along the path on pedestals were recent additions. The closest one had a sign that read "Twilight Sparkle". The woman on it wore a short purple skirt with blue high heels. She had a smile on her face. B247 quickly looked away, as her turn arrived.
"Room 6, miss." Said a gruff voice, who pushed her towards the door. B247 limped the the room, downcast. As soon as she was inside, she broke down into tears. As she did, a slamming was heard next door, and someone yelled at her to hurry up. Still in tears, she sat in what looked like a dentist chair. Four liquids rose from the floor, each in a different color container. They went, from right to left, Blue, Green, Yellow, then Red. She glanced up to see a camera in front of her, a sign underneath.
"It is recommended that you remove your clothes." Disgusted, she ignored the warning. B247 didn't want to be more exposed. Slowly, she grasped for Yellow. Hesitantly, she dripped it down the hatch, ignoring its bitterly sweet taste. For a minute nothing happened. She grinned at her fortune, preparing to get up. She tried, but found that her arms had been tied. So had her legs. Her expression turned to horror as she felt a flap open behind her ass. She heard a loud ,teal clanging, and saw long rods extend from the walls. She attempted to scream, but a rubber dick rammed into her mouth, gagging her. The rods poked needles into her, and pumped some foul liquid into her. She felt her breasts gaining size, becoming D- cups. Soon they became basketballs. Her shirt started cutting into her, bringing forth immense pain. Suddenly it burst off, along with B247's bra, exposing her voluptuous orbs. Her nipples were rock hard.
As soon as her bra shot off, B247 saw a window open beside the camera. Children watched what could be their future. She cried as she felt a similar pain in her ass. Her skirt ripped down the middle, as did her panties, being sucked through the flap. This left her totally naked, exposed to the air as her behind grew to similar sizes to her boobs. Every time the liquid gushed into her parts, immense pleasure flowed through B247's gains, much to her dismay.
When the growths stopped, she tired to breath a sigh of relief. But, as she did liquids started out of her fails gag, making her choke. It tastes salty, and made her sick and in need to water. Another rod flew out of the wall and penetrated her lips, filling them with chemicals so that they would form sound the penis. Soon, she couldn't hope to move her lips again, and was forced to swallow the liquid, which burned her throat and made her neck more suited to it. Then, her hair was dyed to a rosy pink, so that she could entertain her guests and make them come back over and over. Cold and broken, she felt her restrains loosen and the rods leave. She fell out of the chair, which made her moan in pleasure as her sensitive parts jiggles. B247 tried to stand up, but found that the newfound weight made her topple over. She could not walk without assistance, which was perfect for her men. She could never leave without their permission.
Rails protruded from the ground, and she carried her self to the hallway. Inside, she saw others like her. They were tired and scared, their legs useless. They all were naked, their vaginas glistening due to their movement. Occasionally, a non- bimbo would walk over and clean one up before leaving them again. The non-bimbos were turned into maids and labor workers. Only now had this occurred to B247. They were always told that they would lead a life of luxury of they passed. They were liars. Soon, another door appeared in front of her, and a non-bimbo helped her through. Her maid outfit got wet in the process, making the girl tear up. She mumbled something about being punished.
B247 was placed in another chair, and felt the restrains tighten again. Her chair then straightened and turned 45 degrees. A screen lit up in front of her, and she saw herself. Her mouth was permanently in an O, and her breasts covered half of her chest. Her butt was rotund, and spherical. She looked like a whore. Before she could look further, a man came over with a razor. He had on glasses and had greasy black hair. He grinned coyly at her. He walked over and started shaving her legs. He was slow and gentle. She felt calm around him. Suddenly, he licked her pussy. B247 struggled a screamed. The man was not amused. He pressed a button on the wall, which brought her into a sort of kneel. He presented his cock, and to her horror, approached. She couldn't turn away, and it was impossible for her to close her mouth.
But, he stopped. He waved his finger, as if realising she was going to do some thing. Then, he whistled and another rod arrived. It held a small hammer, a sort of spray, and some short lasting pain killers. The robot reached into her mouth and started destroying her teeth. She felt no pain, but cried anyway. When the robot was done, he sprayed her mouth, healing it. Then it left. The man came back and shoved his cock into her mouth, relishing its openness. Her tongue slithered around it, unable to flee. Her tears acted as a lubricant, allowing him to jam it in more. He pissed in her, making her enjoy his fluids. She tried to bite him, but it only made him more excited. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed, making her moan. Her pussy leaked and leaked. When he was done, he finished in her mouth, waiting for her to swallow it all. Then, he finished shaving her, before applying a chemical which stopped hair growth. She was smooth as a baby's bottom.
Her chair reset to its vertical position, as the screen changed to show clothing. A pink bra was chosen. It was tiny, with triangles that covered her nipples and string that held it up. Yellow shirts and skirts were chosen after that. The shirt covered only her bra, which exposed her belly and cleavage. The skirt was so short that it almost didn't cover her vagina. Her panties were pink, and had a vibrates in them, so that she was always being pleasured. Her shoes were pink high heels, which even more limited her movement. Then, she was released, and she fell out of her chair. She crawled on her hands and knees, whimpering. It was all she COULD do. She left the room to see a bright light. She was in an elevater. She rose to room 247, and found that it was a suite. A man stood in front of her, and he guided her to the bed. "We've decide on your name, Bimbo 247. From now on, you're name will be 'Fluttershy'." He said, grandly. " Thank you for being Bimboozled." He said. He left the room, patting her head.
"Will that be all, Spike?" Said his assistant, a non-bimbo.
"Yes, Rarity. Please clear all of my meetings. I need re-" he replied, before Fluttershy couldn't hear him, due to the door being shut. She sighed, tearing up. Day 1 of Bimbofication.
