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Stories of mind control and transformation degeneracy and cats.

[cottonundiestf]

Does the Barbie movie have dollification or just jokes about them being dolls?

I'm not as well-versed in the dollification kink, but I definitely think there are some moments that should cater to that vibe.

[bimbosanddolls]

IMO the movie's aesthetic seems full of dollification and bimbo inspo! I can't wait to see it tomorrow! I just wanna be Barbie already!

[aliceasonal]

It’s got very overt mind control and bimbofication content. Not so much anything one would call dollification though

[aliceasonal]

How has writing the Harem Hotel Story been? Is it your longest story?

Easily my longest. And a big part of that is that I chose to focus on it. I've been writing MC/TF erotica for years. Prior to HH, my signature move was starting interesting ideas, writing 50-100 pages of them, and then abandoning them. HH just hit 500 pages and is still going strong. I'm real proud of it. It's a well written story, and I feel like the characters are the best I've written. And the response from readers has been amazing!

[bimbosanddolls]

All those lollipops and bubblegum have paid off. Bunny’s oral fixation is so strong now that she can barely function without something in her mouth. Candy, pen caps, her fingers… poor Bunny will take whatever she can find to wrap her plump pink lips around.

Of course, it means she’s often not much of a conversationalist. Then again, it’s not like she has much in terms of useful thoughts bouncing around in that bimbo brain of hers anymore anyway. 

[aliceasonal]

hi! not sure how active you are on here any more, but I just wanted to say that if I could press a button to create ideal stories/captions for me, your work would pop out :) you’re the best in the business so I hope your keep your inspiration for a long time and keep writing things that bring you joy!

That's very sweet! It's good to know what I write is appreciated. That being said, I didn't really retire or anything; I just gave up captions to focus on my longer form fiction. Really that's most of what I wrote in the first place. I dabbled in captions, but they weren't really all that satisfying to me. If you want to check out more of my work, you can find it in the two links below. And a lot of it is still getting updated regularly: https://addventure.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/index/AliC_index.html

[aliceasonal]

Proud moment

Apparently my silly porn story about a transformation and mind control harem reality show made people feel feelings. As an amateur fetish writer, that makes me so happy. It 100% won’t affect anyone who hasn’t read the thing (which in fairness to anyone who hasn’t, is rapidly becoming novel length) but I’m proud of it and I’m gonna share it.

https://chyoa.com/chapter/I-Know-I-Have-to-Go.1123024

[aliceasonal]

Harem Hotel

On the topic of stories I write, this is one I’m particularly proud of. It’s a slow burn, and it’s ongoing, but I like the characters I’ve made for it and the crazy situation I’ve thrown them into.

Essentially the pitch is that a crazy reality show has abducted a man, as well as a number of women in his life (that range from his girlfriend, ex, best friends, a few old crushes and even his sister) and is forcing them to compete for a favored position in his “Harem”. None of them, the man included, are even remotely interested in this prospect, but the show is all about warping and transforming them until they’re more receptive. If that sounds like something you’d be interested in, the intro is here... https://chyoa.com/chapter/Introduction.1071580 ...the rules are here... https://chyoa.com/chapter/First%2C-the-Rules.1071585 ...my branch of the story starts here... https://chyoa.com/chapter/Jake-Cooper%2C-a-29-year-old-investment-banker.1075285 ...and you can find a list of the characters here: https://chyoa.com/chapter/A-list-of-characters.1083121 The option exists to breeze right past my (admittedly extensive) character introductions and jump straight into the action. I wouldn’t recommend that, though, as it’ll be harder to have full context on the characters’ actions and motivations. And I’m told it’s quite good! I also preserved a lot of elements of Bimbo or Billionaire, as the “audience” (IE Reader’s) votes determine  what transformations people get, who the Best Girl is, and who wins the contests. It’s already a blast to write, but the comments are making it even better. Though I do believe you’d need an account to comment. Anyway, check it out if you’re into that kinda thing! The plan is to keep updating it on a biweekly basis.

[aliceasonal]

Bimbo or Billionaire

So I get asked sometimes if I intend to finish the Bimbo or Billionaire captions I started for myself and my answer is ‘no’. It’s tricky because I didn’t think that series was going in a terribly interesting direction, and unlike the usual format where I do that kind of thing (interactive CYOA fiction) I couldn’t just split off and follow my own whims on it.

That being said, if that’s the sort of thing you’re into, I did do a whole story version of that in a couple of different places. At the two following most notably: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Introduction.918210 http://addventure.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/docs/1353/1353968.html Those stories follow me subjecting myself to the game, but if you’re interested in other subjects, I put a whole family through the ringer here: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Rebecca-Wilson%2C-the-next-contestant.934312 If you follow the BEA thread, know that it’s not my best writing. I was pretty new to erotica back then (insomuch as you can even call my TF content that) and it’s not as good as my more recent material. At any rate, I plan on sharing my writing more here if that’s a thing you’re into. So go ahead and check it out :)

[aliceasonal]

Sharing Ideas

First of all, I wanted to thank everyone for the reaction to The Water’s Fine. It was awesome to see it get this kind of response. I’ve had at least one writer come and ask me if they could do a caption in the same setting. My answer to him applies to any other actual or aspiring caption writer out there: Go for it! I enjoy captions and occasionally dabble in them myself, but I’m also kinda temperamentally unsuited to them. I have a hard time containing myself to shorter stories like that, and there’s an instinct that always makes me wanna do more with them than the format allows. You can kinda see that in my recent one, where I filled in a little too much backstory for what was ultimately a quick transformation, and I didn’t really fully explain how the side effect thing worked. My point: There are people who are a lot better at this than I am. If those people wanna take a stab at an idea I threw out there, be it the bimbo or billionaire thing (which is not really my idea; I tweaked it a bit, but the credit really goes to TheHandsThatLead.) or the Water’s Fine, by all means, feel free to do so. Most of my writing is done on CYOA sites where anyone can add to my stories anyway, so I’m used to sharing :)

[aliceasonal]

The Water’s Fine: Part 2

Part 1

“Just a half ounce of cream, okay.” Erin demanded.

The barista, a pretty blonde girl who couldn’t have been more than 19, scowled, but fulfilled the long list of Erin’s requests with remarkable precision.

In truth, she didn’t want to give the order anymore than the barista had wanted to fill it.

“Okay,” The Barista said, placing the cup before her. “I’ve got a venti 9 shot, 1 pump mocha, nonfat, no whip with half an ounce of cream and exactly 5 shakes of cinnamon.”

Erin grimace.

“I said three shakes,” She corrected apologetically.

Finally, the girl’s patience cracked.

“Oh my god, who would even notice?”

“Corine Hahn would,” Erin muttered.”Thank you, though.”

She sighed and took the drink, leaving a sizable tip for the poor girl before returning to her car in the lot.

It had been a ridiculous order, it just hadn’t been for her. Her boss, Corrine Hahn, was one of the senior partners of a large advertising firm in the city’s downtown. She was beautiful, a creative visionary, gregarious, charming…and an absolute nightmare to work for.

She returned to the car and climbed in. Amber, Corrine’s sharp faced, middle aged secretary, was waiting there for her.

“And you got it right this time?” She asked.

Erin nodded.

“Close enough anyway.”

Amber shook her head.

“Close enough isn’t good enough,” She said, “Seriously girl, when are you going to learn?”

“Look, this is so fucking stupid,” Erin vented. “You’re his secretary, not me! I’m a copy writer! And a damn good one!”

It was insensitive, she knew, to belittle what would normally be Amber’s responsibilities, but the woman took it in stride.

“You know why she’s making you do this. You pissed her off.”

Erin sighed. She had done that. She’d contradicted her in front of not only a client, but two of the partners as well. She couldn’t be fired outright for it; she was too useful for that. But she could be exiled to basement accounts if he didn’t accept this humiliating fetch work.

“Can’t believe I went to Cornell for this shit,” She grumbled.

Amber patted her on the thigh.

“We’ve all been there, honey,” She said. “She’s not any less a nightmare for me. I’ve just learned to manage her.”

“I guess…I just hate the way she bullies people. Just the thought of coming into work makes me sick anymore.”

It was the closest Erin had ever come to admitting how much she hated her job. Amber gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Give it a taste and let me know if it’s alright. If it isn’t, I’ll go back in and get it fixed for you.” “Thank you,” Erin said with a sigh of relief.

She opened the coffee lid and took a drink. Immediately, an electric feeling overtook her; a tingle that ran through her whole body.

“Something’s…in the drink…” Was all she could manage before the changes began to kick in.

She let out a moan through plumping lips. Her hair darkened, taking on a richer, more luxurious texture as it piled into a loose ponytail that, if unbound, would probably fall to her waist. Her legs lengthened, adding a few inches to her height, and she rose in the seat as her hips widened and ass expanded. Her chest heaved, swelling as if it were being filled from within until her breasts were nearly as big as her head. They were clearly fake, as were her overstuffed lips, and sat above a cartoonishly waspish waist.

Her outfit followed her body. The fashionable cardigan she wore shrunk against her chest, revealing her tummy and a deep valley of her new cleavage. Sensible business pumps turned into high heels, and her skirt shrank into a tartan number that left most of her legs exposed.

But the biggest change was in her mind, which simplified as her intelligence took a steep dive. She moaned, bringing her thighs together as her sex drive went into overdrive. What she didn’t (and couldn’t) know was that her side effect had been one Gary had cooked up called “bimbo max”; an extreme version of the regular side effects that also imparted a certain artificiality onto its victim.

“Ohmygod!” Amber cried as she watched Erin’s changes, “Are you okay?”

Erin giggled. Okay? She was awesome! She had no idea what had just happened, but she felt floaty, horny and pleasant. Hadn’t she been all freaked out about something a minute ago? She couldn’t remember and didn’t care. She didn’t think she could ever be stressed out again!

“Yeeaaah!” She said, preening in the car’s rear view mirror, then pouted a bit “I’m like, reeeaally horny though…”

“Yeah but you…I mean, people don’t just…” Amber stammered. “Look at yourself!”

Erin hefted up her breasts with a giggle.

“Right?! Like, I’m so hot!” She said, “I bet Miss Hahn would love this.”

Amber paused at that, eyes widening slightly. Then, a slow grin spread over her face.

“You think that did it? The coffee?” She asked.

Erin thought about it, as much as she still could anyway.

“Yuh huh!” She finally agreed.

“Tell you what…I’m going to get you to a hospital or something,” She said. “But first, we wouldn’t want to keep the boss waiting for her coffee.”

[aliceasonal]

The Water’s Fine: Part 1

“Are you sure you wanna see this?” Rebecca asked her friend for the third or fourth time. “It’s kinda freaky.”

“Definitely! I’m not sure I believe you, but it sounds fun,” Danielle said.

Rebecca nodded and opened the stopper on the little vial before pouring it into the glass of wine. Danielle looked up at it from the hot tub, face scrunched.

“That’s all it takes?” she asked, barely hiding her skepticism.

Rebecca nodded.

“The machines are self-replicating,” she explained. “Once they get into a liquid, they can just keep making more of themselves. You’d have to ask Gary how it works.”

She still wasn’t sure her friend wasn’t pulling her leg. Rebecca and her husband were something of a power couple at the biotech company they all worked for, she being a top sales manager and he one of the lead developers for the robotics division. Not only were they two of the company’s top players, but rumors of their fun lifestyle abounded around the office water coolers.

Yet, in the two years since Danielle (who worked in distribution) had befriended them, she’d seen them as nothing more than an unusually wealthy, especially private couple whose oddest feature was simply being childless into their mid 40s. She’d pretty much dismissed the gossip about them altogether, when she’d mentioned it in passing at their wine and spa night; a last romp in the hot tub before Gary drained it for the winter. They’d tallied off about ¾ of a bottle of cab sauv and were both starting to feel a little tipsy.

“Oh, Gary and I have fun, alright,” Rebecca had replied with a sly smile.

“Well? C’mon now, you can’t just leave it at that,” Danielle had said with a giggle. “Give me details!”

Rebecca had flushed a little.

“I really shouldn’t. It involves some company stuff we ‘repurposed’ for ourselves.”

That got her really intrigued. Dr. Gary Towns’ ability to work miracles with his nano-tech was the stuff of legends, but it was all medical tech. What were they doing with it?

Still, staring at the glass now, she wondered if this was being set up.

“So, how does it work?” she asked as a stall.

“It’s his private formula he programmed up just for me. I told him what I wanted, and he made it.” Rebecca said, “It enhances my curves, youthens the body, raises my sex drive and shuts down my intellect. It even affects my clothes through the skin.”

Now Danielle felt even more skeptical.

“That sounds… pretty incredible. But why would you want to make yourself stupid anyway? You’re one of the smartest women I know?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Because it’s fun to turn your brain off for a while,” she said. “The real fun is how random it is. Gary programmed these things to randomize the attributes a bit and add some kinky random side effects.”

“Like what?”

“Y’know. Nudism, a Daddy kink, extra intense versions of the regular effects, some extra changes. All kinds of stuff,” Rebecca said before dropping her voice to a whisper. “We worked on the list together. About 150 strong!”

Danielle shook her head.

“I am SO calling bullshit on this,” she finally said.

Rebecca gave her a shrug that seemed to say “suit yourself”, then tipped back the glass and took a long swallow. She placed it on the edge of the hot tub, and stood above Danielle as… nothing happened. After a moment of tense anticipation, Danielle broke out into giggles.

“Okay, okay. You almost had me there for se-”

She trailed off as she saw the expression in Rebecca’s eyes, which had grown distant. Then Danielle gasped. Because Rebecca WAS changing. Her graying hair turned a vibrant, uniform auburn, her skin tightening as any flaws and blemishes melted away. In moments, she looked about 15 years younger. Her cheekbones rose, giving her face a sharp beauty, and her keeps puffed out to a bee sting. Her breasts swelled, though the real growth was in her posterior, which grew out into a curvy bubble butt, her thighs gaining an attractive, shapely thickness. It was all revealed by her bathing suit, which shrank into a pink thong, the modest t-shirt she was wearing becoming a tight, translucent strappy top that clung to breasts unsupported by the bathing suit top she’d been wearing a moment again.

Danielle gaped in astonishment as the new woman giggled. It was clear that the wit and sharpness behind her eyes had dulled considerably.

“See! I like, told ya it worked!” Rebecca said, cupping her breasts showily.

Danielle was almost too stunned for words.

“I… what? Rebecca, that’s insane!”

Rebecca gave a theatrical sigh.

“Ugh, that sounds sooo laame. Call me Becki!” she said, then pointed at the glass. “You wanna try?”

Danielle thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

“Uhm, no. I’m alright,” she said. Awed as she was, she was a little too nervous to try it herself.

Becki pouted at that, “Fiiiine! But it feels super good! I think I got the Butt Slut side thingy!”

She stuck out her tush and gave it a little wiggle to show it off.

“I can see that,” Danielle marveled, “How do you change back?”

“Oh, he gives me this thingy that-” Becki started to say.

But, in turning to face her, Becki’s foot clipped the wine glass and sent it tumbling into the hot tub.

“Oopsies!” she giggled.

Danielle lunged for it instinctively, groping for it beneath the water. Her hand closed around it just before it would have hit the hot tub’s stone floor.

“It’s okay! I go-” she started to say, then hesitated.

Suddenly, a weird tingling sensation covered her whole body, climbing up through her arms. Her whole body felt like it was trying to crawl inside out. Like Becki had, Danielle got younger; her skin growing so smooth and perfect that it almost didn’t seem real. Her hair exploded in length, lightening from a honey blonde to a silvery platinum as it grew from shoulder length to cling to her ass in a wet curtain. That ass was suddenly a lot larger, and cradled in a tight, hot pink thong. Her breasts swelled and swelled until they were barely contained by her shrunken top. Her face shifted, lips puffing out into pillowy ones that she found, to her alarm, she could no longer close.

A fog descended in her brain then, all her thought processes slowing to a crawl as her intelligence decreased dramatically. What replaced it was a light, giddy feeling. She felt amazing; better than she had in years. She played with her big new titties, feeling suddenly and uncontrollably horny.

“Oh my goood!” Becki squealed, lowering herself onto the side of the tub to join her. “You look sooo hot!”

Dani wanted to respond, but found she couldn’t say a word. Her face was frozen too, her limbs stiff and ungainly. That should have freaked her out, but it felt right, somehow. More than anything, she wanted Becki to play with her.

“So? Like, how’s it feel?” Becki asked.

She couldn’t respond. Not with her words, anyway. Instead, she let out a soft moan, then leaned in to give Becki a kiss. Their breasts pressed together as she took the hint, pulling Dani in close. The two stayed like that for a moment, Becki sitting by the pool as Dani stood in it, their lips locked as their hands explored their transformed bodies.

“Hey girls,” a friendly voice called. “You two having fun out he-”

Their lips parted as they turned toward the intruder. It was Gary, coming out to check on them. But his mouth dropped as soon as he’d seen the pair.

“What happened to you two?” he asked quickly, “Is everything okay?”

“We’re like, great babes!” Becki said. “I told Becki about our secret thingy, and we like, tried it out and stuff!”

He seemed to calm down a bit.

“You agreed to it and everything?” he asked Dani.

Dani nodded. Gosh, he was cute. He had like, a super hot bod for his age. She felt a heat rising inside her. She wanted him to play with her, too.

“Yep!” Becki agreed, “she was like, super cur…like, y’know she wanted to see it and stuff. Isn’t she hot?”

She groped one of Dani’s boobs, eliciting a giggle. Then Becki frowned.

“She’s not like, talking though. Did I break her?”

Gary shook his head.

“No babe. She just got the Doll side effect. Remember that one?”

“Ohmygod, I am like, soooo dumb!” Becki chided herself. “I was like, always wantin’ to see that one!”

He looked Dani over in a way that made her feel horny all over again.

“Yeah… so had I,” he agreed. “You two wanna come inside? I’d like to get my hands on that new body of yours.”

He was talking to Becki, of course. That made Dani feel jealous. She’d be fun too. Why didn’t he want to play with her?

Becki put an arm around her waist and hauled her in close.

“Can we like, bring Dani too? She’s really cute like this!”

Gary looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Well… only if she’s okay with it. I doubt she knew what she was signing up for.”

Dani nodded vigorously. Her expression never changed (in fact, couldn’t change), but her eyes reflected her pleading. Becki giggled and helped her out of the contaminated hot tub and inside. 

Dani got her wish, as it turned out. The couple did play with her that night, and on into Saturday and Sunday morning, too. When Gary finally administered the antidote that shut the machines in them down that afternoon, and Danielle finally came back to her senses, she was a little embarrassed. But far from feeling violated, she found she only wanted more. And she decided that she would try to become a regular at the Towns’ house.

The real trouble started that evening, when Gary drained his hot tub for the winter… right into the city water supply.

Part 2

[bimbosanddolls]

“And pause.” 

The irritated blonde stopped mid-sentence, her mouth frozen in frustration, as Ali looked up from her phone. 

“Whew, that’s better. Girl, I love ya… but you never stop talking,” Ali said, looking at her frozen roommate. “Hmm, I wonder what else this app can do.” She browsed through the options of her Master PC app. She scrolled through the extensive list of mental and physical changes as the profile of her roommate, Lisa, spun slowly beside them. “Wow, they really have thought of everything.” 

Looking back up at Lisa, Ali bit her lip and smiled, “Well, may as well have some fun with it. Don’t worry, Lis, you’re going to love all of this. I’ll make sure of it.” 

She gave Lisa a soft kiss on her cheek and began to play. “Boobs. I definitely know you want a little more in the chest area and, I mean, I don’t blame you. Why be in the itty bitty titty committee if you don’t have to?” She selected ‘Breasts’ and pulled the slider to the right. She saw the digital Lisa’s bust expand into an impressive rack. The app told her that her friend was now sporting a pair of full DDs. 

“Well, I suppose I need to give you a little more elsewhere,” she gave her still roommate’s butt a playful tap before increasing the “Butt” category. “Oh, and may as well make the lips a little fuller too while we’re here” 

Ali smiled and moved to mental options, “Like I said, babes, I love ya but we gotta do something about the monologuing.” 

She lowered her roommate’s conversational skills and increased Lisa’s ditziness. Ali knew the girl wouldn’t be able to get through more than a few sentences at a time before losing her train of thought. 

Then, an idea struck Ali, “You know, if we’re going to be roommates for the foreseeable future… we may as well enjoy each other a little more.” She increased Lisa’s attraction to women and made her more eager for experimentation.

“There we go. Perfect,” she confirmed her choices and watched as her roommate began to change accordingly. She couldn’t help but admire how Lisa’s full lips shined in their frozen snarl. “I think you’re good for now. Let’s bring you back.” 

She ensured Lisa wouldn’t notice any of these changes; as far as Lisa knew, she had always been exactly like this. 

“Alright, resume.” 

Lisa blinked as her mind returned in its new, altered state, “Um, wait… what was I saying again?”

A sly smile crossed Ali’s lips, “Huh? Oh, I’m not sure. Something about how great your boobs were looking today?”

“Oh, right! Don’t they look just amazing right now? Like, they always look good but this is a really good boob day,” Lisa said as she gave the girls a little squeeze, before getting lost in her thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I kind of zoned out there. Anyways, where was I?” 

Ali sighed and looked back at her phone, “maybe I need to make a few more changes.”

[aliceasonal]

((Since B&D here was kind enough to do a caption about me, I thought I’d extend it a little. Hope you all enjoy!))

Ali was starting to get nervous. Actually, she wasn’t starting; she was deeply terrified. It had been three days since she’d transformed her roommate from an overly chatty girl to an overly chatty bimbo, and the app she did it with was still inaccessible. Every time she tried to open it, it simply got an error message that read “You are not currently authorized to make changes. Wait your turn.” For three days, she was seeing the message after checking over and over. She couldn’t find any solutions online; couldn’t use the app in any capacity. Had she doomed her roommate, one of her best friends, to a life as a ditzy bimbo?

She was even starting to hate the change she’d made. Lisa made a cute and fun bimbo, to be sure. She was, at first, a lot of fun to be around. Her self consciousness was gone, she was always up for doing something fun, and she was always telling Ali how smart she was. She was even helpful with planning outfits and makeup.

All that was nice, but the downsides were real. First, this impulse to change Lisa in the first place started when she was suffering one of her many monologues, and that hadn’t really gotten any better since she’d been bimboed. In fact, her babbling about whatever was on her mind had gotten a fair bit worse, and now she had even less things on her mind to babble about. She was even more needy for Ali’s attention now, having such a short attention span of her own, and wasn’t able to do as many things with Ali as she used to. She really wished she hadn’t docked her intellect so hard. Even her sex drive was hard to keep up with. It was only three days, but the new bimbo she’d made out of her roommate was totally wild for her.

“Anyways, so I was like, thinking we could go out and stuff tonight right?” Lisa said, on another one of her tangents, “I found this like, super cute dress we could go pick up and that you’d look totally hot in. We could like, go dancing and tease some boys and stuff, and then come back with each other anyways. Doesn’t that sound like fun.”

“Sure, Lis.” Ali said, barely paying her any attention. She had her own thoughts to be lost in.

And that’s when her phone vibrated, the app icon of a Golden computer with the letters MPC on the screen appearing next to a message. Ali’s eyes widened as she read it.

“The Change Recipient’s 72 hour time limit has expired with no further changes made. Reverting subject to normal. Returning App to previous user.”

Lisa was in the kitchen. She’d been trying (failing) to figure out how to turn the blender into a smoothie for the better part of 30 minutes. Now, Ali watched her change. A shimmer flowed over her, then her figure began to reduce back to normal. Her clothes changed too, transforming from the bra-less, slutty camisole and shorts she wore to a more casual tank top and sweatpants she’d more normally be wearing on a Saturday. She stared blankly down at the counter for a moment, blinking her now much more intelligent eyes at the scene in front of her.

“Uh...Lis?” Ali asked cautiously, “You okay over there?”

“Yeah.” Lisa said, “Just trying to figure out if I’m an idiot or something. I was totally about to make this smoothie without half the shit I needed. This thing isn’t even plugged in. God, I am a total space cadet today.”

Girl, you don’t even know the half of it, Ali thought.

This was a curious development, though. She tried the app again, and this time, it dutifully pulled up Lisa’s stats, just as it had the first time. Interesting. Lisa must have been passed the app after Ali bimboed her. Then, she had three days to use it before it bounced back and she returned to normal. 

She was probably too ditzy to even notice she’d gotten it, Ali thought with a smirk. 

Now, however, it was Ali’s again. There was a special message too, saying that for this “round”, all changes would last for seven days rather than three. She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded fun.

What mattered is that she could change Lisa again. And, this time, she was gonna go in a different direction. She began reworking Lisa, restoring the sapphic tendencies she’d programmed in previously, as well as the skills to act on them. This time, however, instead of lowering Lisa’s IQ, she actually raised it, and gave her a playful, flirty streak and a desire to show herself off.

The basics in place, Ali went about making her a nerd. She was a bit of one herself, one of the boys growing up who preferred video games to tea parties. She’d kept that streak into adulthood and decided to create someone to share that side of herself with. She loaded Lisa’s head with gaming knowledge, nerdy interests, and a passion for the same pulpy fantasy that she loved to read. Just before she unpaused her, Ali scrolled over to the wardrobe restrictions area, where she was pleased to find that ‘Cosplay’ was among the pre-programmed options. She chose it.

Lisa didn’t change much this time, at least not physically. But her outfited shifted to a familiar pair of short shorts and suspenders with a familiar top. She wore a red wig over her blonde hair now too. Ali thought she looked adorable.

The transformed girl joined her in the living room a short time later, and rather than flopping over on the opposite couch, she climbed over the one Ali was stretched out on. She put an arm around Ali’s waist, legs entwined with hers. Ali was surprised, though certainly not unpleasantly, at how aggressive this version of her roommate was.

“So, what are we playing today, roomie?” Lisa asked, giving her a playful peck on the lips.

“Mmm…” Ali cooed, her hands grasping Lisa’s perky bottom, “How about something we definitely couldn’t play on the Switch?”

As the nerdy girl giggled and the two melted into mutual groping and kisses, Lisa’s phone buzzed in the other room.

“Hello! You’re receiving this message because you’ve been changed by the Master PC App! You have 72 hours to initiate a change on someone else and to pass the app to them. Please open for more information.”

[aliceasonal]

Bimbo or Billionaire - Ali, Round 3

Ali watched in anticipation as the votes came in. At first, the results were terrifying, with Belated Birthday jumping out to a big lead. But it was quickly overtaken by Club Crawler, which gained a lead that became insurmountable.

It was a relief, but only a small one. Though she certainly didn’t relish the prospect of dressing like a club slut for the rest of her life, it certainly beat some of the alternatives. Then again, a part of her (that secret, kinky and submissive side that was into all this) was vaguely disappointed that the crowd hadn’t been harder on her. Much as the idea of spending her life in bikinis mortified her, it sent a shiver of arousal up her spine as well.

“I think we have our winner now, don’t you?” Leah said.

Ali’s clothes began to shimmer around her body, her top and shorts merging as they shrink wrapped against her body before turning a bright pink. The fabric turned shiny as it slid up her legs, stopping until it was only an inch or two below her ass. The dress’ new neckline swooped low, exposing the enhanced cleavage that had been her sole reward so far. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, feeling ridiculous for being dressed and made up this nicely when she was only sitting around her bedroom.

“You’ll be dressing like that from now on. Skirts exclusively. If not tiny little dresses, than tiny little skirts. I doubt you’ll ever squeeze into anything shorter than that.” Leah explained, “You’ll also find that everything you wear from now on will be very tight and clearly designed to draw attention. You can still wear lingerie, bathing suits and the like. You can dress down, in other words. But you won’t be dressing anymore casually or formally than that.”

Ali could hear the smirk in her voice.

“You’re really enjoy this aren’t yoooo-oooh!”

She was thrown off balance, her voice rising in pitch as she was tilted forward and lifted off the ground. It took a moment’s stumbling to realize why. High heels had appeared on her feet; stilettos that would never be practical, not in the least because they put her on eye level with most NFL players.

“Let me guess.” She said, lifting a foot as she twisted around to examine them, “These are permanent too?”

“Well, you’ll certainly don’t have to wear heels all the time.” Leah smirked, “But you will if you want to wear shoes.”

“Fabulous.” Ali groaned, taking a seat.

“Your next case, love?” Leah prompted in that annoyingly cheerful way that made Ali want to hit her.

“Uhm...10 please.” She said, fidgeting with her skirt.

It was another pink tile.

“And it looks like you’re moving onto a body type change. And this round will go a little bit differently, because we’ll be selected two of the following options.”

They appeared on the board, one by one, with Leah rattling off descriptions of each. This time, there were 8 in total.

1. Tiny Dancer - “Ali won’t be a tall woman if this option is selected. This should drop her height by nearly a foot.” 2. The Great Curve - “This one will make her a bit thicker all around. Not fat, just thick.” 3. Fat Bottom Girls - “I’m certain you can hazard a guess what this one does.” 4. Forever Young - “Not only will be we shaving about 10 years off of our contestant, but they’ll stay off forever!” 5. Burnin Up - “Ali’s body will be hot to the touch; sexually sensitive to even the slightest brush. 6. East Bound - “This one’s a race change. She’ll become Asian.” 7.  Bonita - “And this will make her Latin.” 8. Drawn That Way - “A bit of an odd one. Ali will appear animated if this option wins. Quite a way to stick out in a crowd.”

Ali gulped. Most of these weren’t too bad, but all of them would be life changing. All she could do was wait for the votes to come in.

((Sorry for the delay on this. Life’s a little hectic at the moment. Vote here! https://www.strawpoll.me/19643171 ))

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Bimbo or Billionaire - Ali, Round 2

“Welcome back, everyone.” Leah cooed as the cameras returned focus to her, “While we were on break, we collected your votes and we have a winner. Well....more accurately, we have tie!”

The screen revealed two winning vote getters: Painted On, and More Fun. Well, Ali thought, they certainly could have done worse.

“So how does this work exac-” She began to ask before she found out for herself. A tingling sensation spread over her face and lips, and she rushed over to a mirror to see what was happening to her. What she found was a beautifully made up face with dark lipstick, eyeshadow and blush, framed by flowing blonde hair that had replaced her light brown. Experimentally, she ran a finger across her lips only to find that none of it smudged. Her overall face had changed too. She was prettier now, and she had a feeling that “More Fun” had changed more than her hair color; that it had made her not just blonde, but everyone’s idea of a hot blonde.

“Ali, darling.” Leah called from the setup in Ali’s bedroom, “You want to come back to the game now.”

“Uh...yeah. Sure.” Ali said, returning to it sit before the camera, “I’ll take box number....2.”

The tile on the screen flipped over revealing a gold tile with a treasure chest symbol on it.

“Well, isn’t this your lucky day.” Leah said, “You start off with an easy change, and now you’re already getting one of your rewards.” She smirked, “You see, Ali here has a bad case of breast envy. Isn’t that right?”

Ali’s sudden crimson blush was answer enough.

“She grew up with with a busty mother and a busty little sister, but she just ended up tall and flat.” Leah continued, “I guess she was feeling a little left out, because a nice shapely pair was one of the rewards she asked for.”

Ali’s eyes went wide and she rushed back to the mirror. There was a tense, thought not at all unpleasant, pressure building up in her chest.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit.” She said, tearing off her shirt to reveal the rapidly overflowing bra beneath. But she breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed to grow right along with them rather than exploded. When they stopped, she had a perfectly shaped, perfectly sized and perfectly attractive pair.

“This. Is. Awesome!” Ali said, leaping into a fist pump only to be thrown off balance when she landed and the weight of her new chest nearly tipped her over.

“Okay, well...it’ll take some getting used to but this game rules!”

“That box will also net you a cool $1,000.” Leah said,  “Are you ready for your next selection?”

Ali sat down and looked over the screen. 2 down. Three more before she had her first chance to exit the game. So far, she was doing alright.

“Okay. I’ll take space number 13!” She said, “Let’s just get that unlucky one out of the way.”

It flipped over revealing a pink square baring the symbol of a coat hanger.

“Oooh, bad luck indeed, love.” Leah said with a smirk, “That’s going to be a clothing change. Let’s see what options we’ve come up with for you. And remember: our reality warping technology insures that our contestants’ will be safe from the weather and society no matter what they get stuck wearing. So don’t go soft on them for fear they won’t be comfortable or accepted.”

She began to read them.

“Option 1. Pinup Princess. Your clothing choices will now be limited to sexualized 50s fashion. Whether it’s flowery dresses, nude aprons or lingerie for those more intimate moments, you will henceforce be dressed like a pinup model.”

Ali shrugged at that. It could even be kind of cute.

“Option 2. Frisky Fitness. Yoga pants. Sports bras. Running shorts that barely cover that cute little butt of yours. Your wardrobe will forever tell the world ‘I’m here to get looks, not get fit’.”

“Oh, come on! That’s not even practical!” Ali protested. Yet her next choice was even worse. “Option 3. Club Crawler. Micro skirts, high heels, minidresses, and everything shiny and skintight. If you can’t jump the line at a nightclub wearing it, you’ll never be able to wear it again.”

“Option 4. Beach Bunny. Yes, that is what it sounds like. Whether you wear one piece or two, you’ll be stuck in sexy swimwear from now on.”

“Oh god...each of these is worst than the last....”

“And finally, Option 5. Belated Birthday Suit. You’re awfully fond of saying clothes are overrated. Now you’ll put that to the test. If this option is chosen, you’ll never have to worry about them again.”

“What? No! That’s insane!”

“Sorry, Ali.” Leah smirked, “Your our first contestant on the online format, so we’ll be throwing in a few extreme options in each of these to get a sense for how mean spirited our audience here truly is.”

The camera cut Ali off and the poll appeared. It was time to vote.

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Bimbo or Billionaire - Ali’s Tale Intro

Leah leaned over the microphone. The dark haired beauty was more typically used to giving this spiel on camera before a cheering and jeering audience. But even reality warping underground gameshows must practice social distancing in this era of pandemic and cancelled sports. And since the lab boys had created a way to move the proceedings online, the show must go on.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for joining us on our special live broadcast of ‘Bimbo or Billionaire’, the show where people win rewards or take on changes, gambling their minds and bodies for a chance to make their dreams come true,” she purred in her lusty voice.

“For those of you who are new to the game, here’s how it works. Our contestants will select one of twenty squares. Each is going to contain either money and some other reward, or one of our per-configured transformation categories that will put her on a path toward bimbodom. Let’s see those categories now, please!”

A list of ten transformation targets appeared on the screen along with explanations of what they did.

1. Breasts 2. Body (Controls body shape, overall appearance) 3. Hair and Face 4. Wardrobe (Changes what the contestant must wear or can and can’t wear) 5. Sexuality (Changes fetishes, sexuality and libido levels) 6. Compulsion (Forces the contestant to behave in a certain way) 7. Voice (Alters the voice, vocabulary and manner of speaking for the contestant) 8. Career (What job the contestant has) 9. Intelligence (Controls IQ, abilities and aptitudes.) 10. Two Grab Bag (Random odds and ends that don’t fit neatly into previous categories)

“Got it? Good,” Leah said, smiling. “Now, let’s meet our first contestant.”

The camera vanished off of Leah, revealing a young brunette eating a burger almost as large as her head (Her favorite kind, really). Stats began to appear on the screen around her picture.

Name: Ali Age: 30 Height: 6′1 Occupation: Sales Build: Leggy, Athletic, tall Intelligence: Above average Interests: Avid reader, socially conscious, a bit of a party girl, cats, active social life, her perpetually disappointing football team Status: Single? Who can really tell with men these days.

Ali looked up and saw a blinking blue light on the fancy camera she’d been sent. “Wait, shit, is this on?” She asked in a voice slightly tinged with a southern accent and very tinged with a mouthful of burger.

“Yes, love. You’re live on the show,” Leah said patiently. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself.”

“Jeez, with all this info here, I’m not sure there’s anything left to tell,” she said wryly. “I guess I’d say I’ve always been one of the guys for the most part. I was into a lot of nerdy stuff growing up, and now I like sports and going out. I’m online dating pretty actively. Oh, and I’m on this quest to read every book in the-”

Leah cut her off, “Alright, love, we don’t need your life’s story. Besides, there’s something I think you’re not telling us. Something rather important.”

Ali chuckled nervously, fidgeting. “I have no idea what you’re referring to. None at all!”

“Ali, here, is a bimbo fetishist. A transformation nut. She’s nervous, and certainly doesn’t want to end up like the other girls on this show, but she loves watching what it did to them. And a small, wicked little part of her psyche wants to know what it would do to her.”

Ali’s cheeks and neck were crimson, her posture uptight. There wasn’t any use denying it. She simply took a surly drink from her coffee cup (shaped like a parrot) and said “Can we play now, please?”

“Absolutely!” Leah said, snapping her fingers. A board of blue colored tiles appeared, all blue and bearing the show’s logo. “Pick a number. 1 through 20.”

Ali bit her lip, an old nervous tick of hers.

“Let’s go with… 7. That’s a lucky number, right?”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Show me seven!”

The blue square on screen flipped over, revealing a pink one with an icon shaped like a woman’s head.

“And the category is hair and face!” Leah said, “How do you feel about that for a start, Ali?”

She shrugged.

“Could be worse. Remember the time that one started off with intelligence…. Man, that would suck.”

Leah ignored her

“Here are your options. Audience, please press a number to vote for your favorite option of the following:”

1. Tush Push - Ali’s hair remains the same color and style, but grows out to her bottom and cannot be cut 2. More Fun - She goes blonde! And gets some ditzy mannerisms to boot. 3. Painted On - Even rolling out of bed, Ali’s face will be perfectly made up at all times. 4. Self Styling - The contestant’s hair can change style and color on command. Although we didn’t say it will be her command. 5. Bee Stung - Obviously a lip expansion, but in addition to becoming puffy, they’ll be very very sensitive if you catch our meaning.

Ali blew a bang out of her eyes. “Well those could definitely be worse. How does this part work?”

Leah smiled at the camera. “That’s up to you, audience. Vote for your favorite option and we’ll just see what happens to Ali here.”

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So yeah! My first post ever is going to be an interactive series based on brilliant stories by TheHandsThatLead, modified just slightly. Vote for your favorite options and we’ll go forward one step at a time on my private little road to ruin here :P  https://mcstories.com/Authors/TheHandsThatLead.html

[aliceasonal]

Introduction

Hello everyone!

My name Allison and I’m throwing my hat into the ring with this caption business. If you’ve been around the BEA at all, you might be familiar with me already. But for those who aren’t, I’m a charming nerdy girl who likes video games, sports, music and fantasy fetish fiction. Said fantasies include bimbofication, transformation and mind control stories, and that’s the sort of thing you’ll find here. Also cats.

What you won’t find is much explicit content. To me the fantasy is becoming an object of desire. What happens after that...well, frankly it happens to me enough in the real world that it’s not exactly what I’m here fore. But if you’re interested in the process of change, the consequences of it and stories about people being turned into fun and sexy versions of themselves, you have come to the right place. I hope you enjoy the content that I hope to create!