Bimbo Miswish

 It was a decent wish. A little basic, but hey, it’s not because it is a common wish that it is necessarily a bad wish per say. But it turns out that Genies are not like in movies. First, that three wish thing is bullshit, they can only do one before whisking themselves away for another person to stumble upon them. Second, they aren’t benevolent spirits bound to make their master’s lives better. They are actually mischievous tricksters who bend and twist their victim’s wishes before granting them a curse more than a boon, which is exactly what happened to you. You thought you were lucky when you found that lamp. You thought you were smart when you made that wish. But you knew you had thought wrong once the Genie’s smile turned sinister and his eyes turned evil. You had made a mistake.

“I wish I had the girl I desire the most.”

Of course, you had meant that you wanted to have her as a girlfriend, but you didn’t say it outright, so the Genie didn’t interpret it that way. A large puff of pink smoke enveloped your body, and when it was done you had changed. You had the girl you desired most, in fact you were her! With a laugh the Genie vanished in front of you, along with his lamp, leaving you alone with your new body. And what at a body.

You were never the great with women. Scratch that, you were downright awful. Always going after the best-looking girls, you didn’t take kindly to rebuttal. In fact, the slightest bit of resistance from them made you call them prudes, stuck ups and bitches. Result was, you only managed to score with one type of women: Bimbos, sluts who no standard whatsoever, that didn’t care who or what was between their legs, as long as there was someone there. Chicks who only cared about their appearance and getting laid as often as possible. And so, these were the girls you started desiring, that you started fantasising about, that you dreamed about. You wanted one of those girls to be yours, forever, and not ditch you in search of a better lay after a few nights. And now you were one of those girls.

Staring at the reflection in your bathroom mirror you could only gape in silence and in horror. Long bleached blond hair, going straight down to your bulging ass, dainty feminine face covered in make-up, silicone filled lips coated in lip gloss, huge fake tits, tiny pinched in waist, and a smooth hairless slip sitting right between your soft and creamy thighs and enlarged hips. Had you seen this beauty anywhere you would have instantly been all over her. But now, this beauty was you, and the Genie was gone, without a word of explanation, and without leaving you the chance to try and fix this. You were stuck that way, and you had to find a way to change back. But things got rather complicated quickly.

While in private you could mostly act normally, control your body, even if your speech patterns switched to sound annoyingly vapid and you would find yourself moving in excessive feminine fashion. But out in public, and most importantly while amongst men, your new Bimbo and Slut personas took over, leaving you little to no control. Not only did the wish make you look like your dream girl, it also made you act like her, meaning that around men you became a desperate horny mess, completely obedient and submissive to those men, with only one thing on her mind: cock. Didn’t matter the size, the color or even the number, you just needed dick. Between your tits, in your mouth, sliding inside your pussy or deep within your ass, you didn’t care, so long as you were being used by men, you felt sated.

You tried to fight it, stayed inside for days to avoid contact with any men, and keep yourself from doing those nasty horrible things that you despised so much. That’s when the urges started rising. You tried to fight them off using toys you had purchased online, masturbating over and over again. At first it helped, a little, but the heat always came back, faster and stronger than before, until it didn’t work anymore, your dildos, butt plugs and vibrators couldn’t make you cum anymore, you had to get the real thing. That’s when you completely phased out, losing control of your body and walking out the door, begging every man you saw to take you, use you in any way they wanted, treat you like the sex doll that you were. Most of them were disgusted or confused by your desperation, thinking this was some kind of prank or test, and ignored you. Until you met a couple of frat guys who were more than willing to accept your offer. What ensued was a week-long romp at the frat house where the boys kept you.

It was non stop sex. Whenever one of them was done with you another one would line up to take his place. You were fucked senseless, taking dicks in your pussy, in your ass, in your mouth, sometimes two or three at a time, never stopping. You were spit roasted between two guys, cum was sprayed on your tits, face and ass as guys pulled out just to cover you with jizz. And you loved it. You couldn’t have enough, you just wanted more and more. The guys absolutely adored you, well, they adored fucking you. And once your sexual frenzy was gone and you regained some control, they made you promise to come back and visit them, which you knew you would, to your desperation. So you swore to never try to stave off sex again, unless you completely lose control like that again.

You kept looking for that lamp to try and change back, but you never could find it. You held on to that tiny sliver of hope, the only chance that you may ever turn back to who you were, but it was futile, as you would forever be stuck in the body of your ideal girl, a Bimbo Slut who would fuck just about anyone with a cock, the girl you always wanted.