Bimbo Potion: Prom Night

Bimbo Potion: Prom Night

by Fidget

High school senior Saffron had been crushing hard on her friend Law for the past two years, and so she was overjoyed when he finally asked her out at the beginning of the semester.

Initially, things went well – the young couple did coffee, dinner and a movie, making out in Law’s car, all the classics, and now that they were both eighteen, each could tell that the other was impatient to take their relationship to the next level.

Luckily, Law’s parents were out of town that weekend, and an unspoken but mutual understanding soon formed between the two amorous teenagers that Friday would be the night when they would finally lose their virginities to each other.

The night arrived, and after a nice but brief dinner the two retreated to the privacy of Law’s bedroom where things quickly got hot and heavy.

Saffron soon found herself on her back with Law on top of her, trying to relax herself as he kissed her neck and slid his hand under her blouse. By this point she’d gotten comfortable with Law’s hands exploring under her tops, and she loved the way she got all melty and tingly with arousal when she felt his rough fingers cupping and squeezing her small, sensitive chest, but this time felt different somehow. 

This time she knew that Law wouldn’t stop at exploring underneath her clothing; sooner or later he’d try to take her top and bra fully off, which would leave her bare breasts naked and exposed to his eyes for the first time.

What if he doesn’t like them? was all she could think, her head filling with nightmare scenarios where her beloved Law broke up with her because her chest was too small or too weird looking, and so when Law did finally try to lift the hem of her shirt the rest of the way a few minutes later, she immediately recoiled beneath him and threw her arms up to cover herself.

Law was patient and understanding, but no matter what Saffron did, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to take her clothes off in front of him.

“I’m sorry Law, but I’m just not ready yet,” was all she could say, and so he suggested that they save going all the way for another time and go back to just making out instead. 

Now that there was no danger of exposing herself Saffron was finally able to relax in her boyfriend’s arms, and she soon found herself feeling all warm and tingly again. A few minutes later she felt Law pressing his bulge against her thigh.

Again, Saffron had mostly gotten comfortable with Law’s boner by this point, having felt it pressed against her body multiple times over the months, though she’d never been brave enough to actually touch it on purpose. She knew that Law’s penis getting erect like this meant that he was attracted to her, which was exciting and flattering, but it was still a bit strange to feel his sex organ touching her with all she’d heard about the dangers of boys and their sex-obsessed dicks.

After a few more minutes of making out while Law very gently ground his crotch against her hip, Law abruptly sat them both up and asked if Saffron would be comfortable trying to give him a blowjob instead, since they were postponing sex.

Immediately her anxiety came back with a vengeance, but she didn’t want to disappoint him further, so she nodded her head bravely and slid a hand into Law’s lap, where her thin fingers finally made contact with Law’s cock through the material of his jeans for the first time. As soon as she touched it, however, it jerked against her fingers, and she snatched her hand back with a mixture of surprise and disgust. It felt alive, almost like it had a will of its own, and that squicked her out.

Still, Law had been patient, and Saffron felt that he deserved this, so she tentatively slid her hand back into his lap and unzipped his pants.

Law wasn’t wearing underwear, and his cock immediately bounced into view as soon as the zipper was low enough, upright and ready for action. Seeing it in person like this, so much bigger than she expected, insistently erect and throbbing with Law’s lust for her body, was just more than Saffron could take. It was like a big pink worm, its weirdly loose skin pulsing grossly against her fingers, and Saffron felt like she was going to be sick.

“I-I-I’m sorry…” was all that she could stammer before looking away and squeezing her hands in her lap until her knuckles went white. 

Once again, Law was a perfect gentleman, and after zipping himself up he held Saffron there on the bed until she calmed down before taking her home.

All weekend Saffron was mortified at how badly things had gone, sure she’d never see Law again, and so she was shocked when he asked her to the spring dance the following Monday. She happily accepted, overjoyed to have another chance, and promised herself that things would go better on the night of the dance. 

By that evening, however, Saffron had begun to worry. She knew that her fear was irrational – she trusted Law completely, and she genuinely did want to take things to the next level with him – but she had no idea how she’d be able to get over her sexual hangups in time for the big day. 

She went online, desperate to find something that could help her, and after a string of useless relationship advice blog posts she finally stumbled across an advertisement for Bimbo Potion. Saffron was a bit disturbed at what the ad promised the Potion could do, but she was also intrigued, since if it worked as advertised it might just help solve her problem.

Apparently, a drop of the Potion would turn any woman who came into contact with it into a bit more of a bimbo, enhancing her features and curves while – more relevantly to Saffron – reducing her inhibitions, making her more likely to seek out and engage in sexual behavior. 

These mental effects were exactly what Saffron wanted, but the possibility of accidentally turning herself into a bimbo was scary, especially once she began reading reviews of the Potion online. She noted that, thankfully, it seemed that the Potion’s perceived effects on intelligence were a bit overblown, and were attributed to a general shift of priorities instead. 

It also appeared that the Potion enhanced womens’ natural pheromones, making the men around them increasingly interested in pursuing sex with them when the women were aroused. This didn’t sound so great to Saffron, since Law was already clearly interested enough as it was.

What was more worrying was the fact that the scent of the Potion would apparently induce a compulsion to dose oneself in any woman who smelled it, and, even worse, many affected women (or, terrifyingly, those around them for the women who could no longer type) also reported that they had found the Potion addictive, experiencing near-irresistible urges to dose themselves with the Potion’s bimbofying effects over and over again.

Worst of all, it looked like the effects were permanent, with no known way to reverse them. If Saffron weren’t careful, it would be all too easy to accidentally spend the rest of her days as an obscenely proportioned bimbo slut with an insatiable, indiscriminate craving for cock.

Still, thinking of her beloved Law and how badly she wanted to please him, Saffron ignored the risks and impulsively clicked Buy.

When the small, unassuming bottle arrived the next day, however, holding it in her hands made everything feel a bit too real for Saffron, and so she threw it in a desk drawer and tried to forget the whole thing.

Unfortunately, nothing on the sex front seemed to change during the weeks leading up to the dance, and as Saffron watched herself slide her dress over her small, naked breasts in the mirror, her thoughts returned to the potion in the back of her desk drawer.

It couldn’t hurt to bring it along, even if I’m not going to use it, she told herself, pulling it out and sliding it into her clutch before continuing to get ready.

Once again, the first part of the night went great. Law looked super cute in his tux, and they enjoyed dancing to the first few songs together.

When the first slow song started, however, and Law pulled their torsos together to sway with the music, Saffron once again noticed the bulge of his penis pressing against her waist through his dress pants. An image of a big, gross worm flashed through her mind, and she caught herself beginning to hyperventilate. She quickly excused herself to the restroom, locking herself in a stall.

What could she do? She didn’t want to lose Law, but she also didn’t see how she could ever be intimate with him under the circumstances. In a fit of desperation, she pulled out the Bimbo Potion and unscrewed the cap.

Now that the bottle was open and the moment of decision was at hand, however, Saffron suddenly found her courage faltering. What if the effects are too strong? I only wanted to find a way to get over my fears of being with Law, not turn myself into a dumb, slutty bimbo! Why did I even buy this stuff?? This is all a huge mistake.

As she moved to replace the stopper, however, she caught a small whiff of the potion’s scent wafting through the air and panicked a bit, remembering what the reviews had said about its overwhelming effects. A faint impression of bubble gum and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on wormed its way into a small corner of her mind as she recapped the bottle. 

Oh, well that’s not so bad, she found herself thinking as the non threatening nature of the scent took the edge off her panic. Not only that, for some reason the implications of the Potion suddenly didn’t seem quite as scary as they had a moment before, and before she knew it she found that the bottle had somehow opened itself once again.

Saffron absentmindedly leaned in for another sniff, relaxing even further as a sickly sweet cloud of pink bubble gum began to settle over her thoughts.