#goth bimbo

Luna groaned as stood in front of the magic shop’s door and the “Closed For Samhain” sign that hung from it.

“I should have known she’d be closed today. Shit. What am I going to do now?”

Truth be told, Luna was likely the only person who would notice The Magic Chest was closed today; the unusual little shop was typically empty as most customers found far more normal places to shop in Riverside Mall. Luna looked around and rolled her eyes at the people in the mall. Half of them wearing stupid animal ears and the other half trying to find just the right thing to make them feel content with their sad little lives. Costumed or not, none of them really understood the meaning of this day. Not like she did.

Which is exactly why she needed her magic shop to be open. The barriers between the natural and preternatural worlds were weak and Luna needed the right things if she was going to summon the particular being she was hoping to. She had pretty much everything she needed for the ritual, save for five enchanted black candles. Luna knew that, if she wanted to do this tonight, she’d need to get creative.

It was on her way back to her car, with her hood up to avoid any eye contact with the plebeians around her, that Luna noticed an ungodly pink sign outside of a storefront. Looking up, the whole store seemed to be that terrible, eye-searing hot pink colour. Inane music pumped from inside and the whole thing made Luna want to throw up. It was like someone took liking that one random Aqua song and made it their entire personality and then turned that into a business.

Still, the sign seemed to suggest that this place might be able to help her… if she dared step inside. It read, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Warm up with our super hot candles! BOGO!” Luna rolled her eyes, wondering why companies were so hellbent on jamming one crappy holiday down everyone’s throats before the previous one had even ended.

“I’d rather make a deal with the literal devil than go in there,” she thought to herself. “But, desperate times… If I wait until tomorrow, the barrier will be stronger and I’ll miss my shot. Ugh, I can’t believe this….”

With that, she marched begrudgingly into the store. And instantly regretted it with all her being.

“Hiya! I’m Bubbles!” the impossibly perky blonde practically skipped towards Luna, her equally ridiculous breasts jiggling so much that Luna kind of wished this bimbo would knock herself out. Sadly, she didn’t and made her way to the gloomy-looking customer, “How can I help ya, cutie?”

“You can’t,” Luna said flatly. “I saw a sign for some candles, but I’ve had a change of heart. See ya.”

“Oh my gosh! You totally gotta check ‘em out!” Bubbles said, sauntering off in excitement before Luna could even say anything else.

“Okay then,” she sighed to herself as she watched Bubbles head to a display off to the side.

The girl was aptly named, Luna noted, based on the massive peach of an ass that she assumed was the product of multiple surgeries. Not that she was surprised, though, given the nature of the place she was standing in. Everything in this store was so… fake. And pink. It was a stark contrast from Luna’s stylistic choices of black and dark black. She groaned as she realized how idiotic she must look in here, a goth witch clad in black surrounded by pretty pink Barbies and all their airheaded accessories.

Still, she followed Bubbles, questioning her own intelligence as she did. She rolled her eyes when the bimbo stopped in front of a bunch of candles in various shades of pink.

“So, these are brand new and like, soooo yummy!” Bubbles said, flashing Luna a massive smile.

Luna looked the display over. The top had a sparkly pink font that read “Cand’y’els” with little hearts around the y. The candles, or “candyels,” or whatever they were called, were below; endless shades of pink with names like ‘Blow Me Bubblegum,’ ‘Cotton Candy Cutie,’ and ‘Lick My Lollipop’ that all made Luna feel a little dead inside.

“Do you have any black ones, by chance?” Luna asked.

Bubbles’ face scrunched into something that looked like a mix of confusion and disgust, “Ummmm, no. First, like, people don’t really like colours like that here. Plus, black is a shade or whatever, so like, it isn’t even a real colour anyways, rite!?”

“Sure, whatever,” Luna rolled her eyes. She didn’t have time for this; she had a summoning spell to perform. Also… did that bimbo just try to make her feel dumb? She made a note to consider sending a spell in this bitch’s direction later. Shaking her head, Luna looked over the selection and found that ‘Jiggly Jawbreaker‘ was the darkest shade of pink, “I’ll just take three of those ones and get out of here.”

“Totally!” Bubbles chirped before skipping off towards the registers, candles tucked under her boobs.

*****

Back home, Luna glared at the hot pink bag from her workstation, which was really just a crappy desk she bought from IKEA and put in her basement. Apparently, the real spell tables were either heirlooms passed down through generations of magical families or way too expensive for a witch trying to pay her college tuition. Not that Luna really cared about what those snooty bitches thought about her table, or the fact that most of them didn’t consider her a “real” witch because she was self-taught, anyways.

She’d show them, though. As she grabbed the stupid candles from the bag and began casting her own enchantment on them, doubling down on her usual spell to try and make up for the fact that she didn’t have the right materials. After all, how much could the colour of the candle really matter? But still, Luna wanted to be sure she got this right. She’d put those prissy little witches in their place; the vengeance demon she was about to summon would make sure of that.

The enchantment complete, Luna placed the candles at each point of the pentagram and lit them. She began speaking in a strange arcane language, the origins of which even she was not certain of, as the tiny flames on each candle began to burn a bright pink. The witch hesitated for a moment, the hot pink light making her wonder if they should have been black. Nonetheless, she carried on with her ritual and the flame grew brighter as the pentagram followed suit and began to glow an eerie pink.

Mentally, Luna swore at the busty airhead that somehow managed to sell her the candles. Still, the pink was… darkish, so maybe everything would be okay. She continued the spell, her voice calling out beyond the natural world and echoing as the room seemed to fill with an unnatural darkness. Within moments, the only light around her was coming from the summoning circle.

“By the name of Lilith, the mother of all demons, I call into the depths of Pandemonia. Grant me counsel and provide me with the darkness to bring you power. I call upon you, Nemorgana!”

The room filled with a flash as the flames shot up, the darkness swirled with increasing tempo, and Luna suddenly felt a chill rush through her body. And, as quickly as the energy in the room had risen, it vanished.

“Ew. This is so nota penthouse,” a voice came from the summoning circle.

As the room returned to normal. Luna was speechless at what she saw. Standing on the pentagram, the darkness cleared to reveal a demon. Her skin was a deep candy pink, the kind of colour that just screamed Porno Barbie. She tapped her foot, which drew Luna’s eyes down to the seven-inch heels and the thigh-high boots she was wearing. The black latex shined in the dark room as the candlelight danced on them. Luna couldn’t help but admire the creature’s long, slender legs. A tail whipped from behind the boots and drew Luna’s attention to the rest of the outfit. A cropped black latex corset held a pair of sizable breasts that sat on her chest like two bright pink watermelons. The demon had paired it with a skirt that made no attempt to actually maintain any modesty, as the swell of her ass as well as her glistening sex were clearly being flaunted.

Luna sighed. Something about this just didn’t seem right to her. The summoning spell had clearly worked, but this was not what she expected a vengeance demon to look like. Taking a second to compose herself, she squashed her doubt and spoke with authority, “Who are you?”

“I’m a demon. Duh,” the perverse demoness shot back at her.

The attitude caught Luna off guard; did her vengeance demon really just say duh? Something was definitely off about all this.

“State your name, creature,” Luna demanded.

It flashed Luna a very unimpressed look, “Assmodia. Pretty much the baddest bitch in the Seven Rings of Hells. Who the hell do you think youare?”

“But,” the witch shook her head, “I summoned Nemorgana….”

“With pink candles? I don’t think so, hon. Nemmy isn’t gonna listen to some second-rate slut that can’t bother to get the spell right.”

“Then why’d you answer?” Luna spat, despite mentally kicking herself for her mistake. “If you’re such a big deal, why’d you come?”

“I was bored. I thought you’d be like, some rich desperate housewife trying to get back at her cheating husband from her fancy mansion. You know, like, a maid, nice car, an infinity pool. Not some wannabe witch in… whenever we are,” Assmodia rolled her eyes. “I mean, seriously, do you even have a boyfriend, flatty?”

“I… that isn’t the point! I summoned you here to help me exact my revenge and you will serve me.”

“Unlikely,” the demon’s lips curved into a wicked smile. Her full, beestung lips were a glossy black.

Luna glared at Assmodia, making eye contact with the demon for the first time. Like everything else about the slutty creature in front of her, they were heavily made up. Assmodia brushed her long black hair back with a look of complete disinterest as her summoner tried to intimidate her.

“Listen, I summoned you. And you’re trapped in that circle until I say otherwise or send you back so why don’t you just start cooperating?”

“Puh-lease,” Assmodia giggled, “you think you’re the first person to try and like, boss us around. You humans are all the same, y’know?”

That struck Luna deeper than Assmodia could have possibly known. She was nothing like the idiot masses going through their mundane little lives without any real awareness. How dare she make such a claim.

“I’m nothing like these people,” she said, defiantly.

The demon scoffed and licked her lips before she mocked Luna viciously, “Oh, sure, Bellaluna Victoria Pinkston. The edgy little princess that hates mommy and daddy for trying to help her have a better life. Private school must have been like, so hard, rite? Like, you’re soooo showing them by being all emo and ugly now. You’re doing like, such a great job.”

The girl shuddered; she hated her full name. Echoes of her mother and sister telling her that Bella is a way cuter name than Luna as those Stepford Wives wannabes judged her rang in her head. She fucking hated that name. So, naturally, Luna legally dropped the Bella to spite them both.

“Fuck you!” she shouted at Assmodia. “Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, bitch!”

“Ooooh, get it, girl. So fierce. You know, with that attitude, maybe you could be a decent minion,” the very amused demoness said, tapping a perfectly manicured black nail against her chin.

Luna growled and threw the stupid pink bag toward the summoning circle, “Whatever. Get the fuck out of here!” The bag dropped to the ground, knocking over a candle and breaking the circle’s magic.

“Oh, great! This is gonna be fun,” Assmodia said, as she stepped off of the pentagram and towards Luna. Her hips swayed, bubble butt bouncing behind her and she quickly backed the witch against the wall. “For both of us,” she purred before planting a kiss on Luna’s lips.

“I… wha… happ….”  

Her eyes fluttering and her mind stumbling over itself from the demoness’ kiss, Luna had tried to compose herself. But it felt so hard to think. Her mind, her lips, her everything felt like it was tingling. She felt so good as she sank deeper into the demon’s magic. It wasn’t long before Luna found it too hard to focus long enough to make any real attempt to seize control of the situation. Instead, she could only babble half-hearted protests.

Assmodia put a finger on the girl’s lips, “Shhh. You’re gonna ruin it. Just enjoy it, ‘kay? I know I will.”

Instantly, Luna felt her mind calm as she became completely docile. Her eyes lost any signs of the desperation and frustration they showed so prominently just moments ago. She stared forward, unblinking, letting herself fall into a glassy daze. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly, almost as if they were waiting for another kiss from the demon.

“It’s always so fun to watch the fight just like, fall right out of them. Isn’t that right, cutie?”

Luna couldn’t respond; she couldn’t do anything. All she could do was stare blankly ahead and let Assmodia’s dark magic flow through her. As the world faded to nothing but a blur around her, the witch felt a gentle humming in her head.

Then, suddenly, a surge of pleasure erupted from Luna’s lips. A black gloss coated them as they grew plump and pouty. They swelled further, surpassing even the slutty demoness’ beestung ones. Easily the most dominant feature on her face now, it would be impossible for anyone to see Luna and not know exactly what kind of slut she was. Luna cooed softly as they inflated into an inviting O shape that she’d never be able to fully close again. Not that she cared, the gentle hum in her head becoming an explosion of pleasure from her new lips that left her already weakened mind reeling.

That pleasure spread as Luna’s skin took on a flawless porcelain glow, her sickly paleness fading more and more by the second. Standing perfectly still as she was, the witch could have almost been mistaken for some kind of life-sized doll; a fact made doubly true as her green eyes filled with dark magic and turned black before softening to an icy grey. Her eyes grew larger as well, only enhancing the beauty of Luna’s transformed face. A tingling began in her scalp as her dirty, unkempt black hair began to cascade down to the small of her back. It gained thickness and shine, styling itself into a pair of twintails that, even when tied up with the oversized black scrunchies, still almost reached her butt. Finally, it lightened into a soft, pastel pink that furthered her look as Assmodia’s new toy.

The witch, lost in the magical onslaught she was experiencing, wanted to fight back. Or rather, whatever tiny voice in her mind still remained wanted her to fight. But the demoness’ magic was too strong and felt too good for her to even want to fight it. Her lips curved into a small, dreamy smile; the magic corrupting her further.  

Her chest burned with black energy as her “flat” breasts began to swell. The distressed punk band t-shirt beneath her robes strained and began to tear. Luna’s now rather large chest continuing to take on an even more obviously-fake-looking shape. Her boobs finally stopping at what could only be described as absolutely massive, the remains of her top were replaced by a black long sleeve fishnet top worn over a candy pink bra. Her jeans quickly followed, becoming a pair of matching pink booty shorts and striped knee-high socks worn with black fishnet leggings.

“Hmmm, like, might’ve gone too big on the titties,” Assmodia giggled fiendishly as she evaluated her work. “Oh well, we’ll just hafta even you out!”

The demoness gave Luna’s butt a playful slap and watched her new minion’s ass expand out behind her. The pink booty shorts stretched around the huge bubble, though they did little to actually cover the witch’s booty. Meanwhile, her hips and thighs filled out to provide Luna with an exaggerated hourglass figure. A heart-shaped brand, forever labelling the witch as little more than the property of Assmodia, appeared on her lower back.

The slutty demoness licked her lips, “Oh my gosh. You’re just a perfect little plaything now, aren’t cha? Say, what doyou think of the new bod?”

For the first time since the kiss, Luna’s mind felt clear. She looked down in horror at what she could see of her body. She brought her hands to her chest, tugging at the fishnet covering it. As she looked down again, she noticed her nails were perfectly manicured in alternating pink and black patterns. The middle finger of each bedazzled with a sparkling pentagram. She looked up at the demon and screamed.

“You turned me into a fucking bimbo!? You’re going to pay -”

Assmodia moved her fingers across her lips and, instantly, Luna’s voice was gone. “Ah, ah, ah,” she wagged her finger at the sexy, pink-haired goth she had created, “I really thought you’d be like, appreciative. I mean, you’re totally hot now. But whatever. This’ll be fun too.”  

She blew Luna a kiss and the girl’s mind was rocked again. This time, however, she seemed to be more aware. She hoped it would let her find an opportunity to strike back. She just needed to think fast.

“Wait, seriously!?” Assmodia’s face scrunched into a look of frustration, the witch realizing that the demon had been reading her mind. “You’re stilltrying to get out of this? Nuh uh, babes. You’re all mine now.” She leaned in close, her lips hovering just beyond Luna’s as she smiled, “Toodles.”

And with a final kiss, Luna felt her mind fade into a thick pink fog. Part of her knew she was becoming every bit the vapid moron she hated. Like that slut that sold her the candles. She was so fucking stupid. But like, at least she was super hot though. She’d probably be really fun to fuck. Luna giggled at that thought while a much smaller voice in her head cursed. She was a fucking bimbo now. Just a brainless, gothed up barbie. Assmodia’s dumb toy. And that was like, totally hot. A little moan escaped her lips as the last bit of Luna’s intelligence vanished in the fog.

Assmodia giggled viciously as she enjoyed every last drop of Luna’s corruption. “That was like, sohot,” she said, a satisfied purr in her voice now. “I mean, wow. How did that feel, cutie?”

The empty grey eyes blinked and the bimbofied witch cocked her head to the side, “Huh?”

“Oh no,” the demoness feigned concern, “did someone like, become exactly like all those bimbos she hated so so much? That must be soooo embarrassing for you.”

“But like, Lulu loves being a bimbo!” Luna assured her, bouncing in place as she spoke.

The succubus smirked, “Lulu, huh? I can work with that.” She snapped her fingers and a pink choker appeared around Lulu’s neck. Hanging from the center, a black heart had Lulu’s name on it. “Much better.”

Lulu looked down but couldn’t see much other than her huge titties, which made her giggle. She looked back up at her new Mistress and smiled, “So, like, now what?”

“Now you go slut it up and I become way more powerful!”

“Wait,” Lulu tried to process what Assmodia was telling her, as her warped mind would struggle to comprehend much of anything anymore, “but like, I’m not a slut?”

Assmodia laughed, “Of course you are. Like, you’re myslut. Who do you think gave you those great tits?”

It made sense to Lulu. Or she thought it did at least. It sounded right. And it was super nice of Assmodia to give her super hot titties like this. So Lulu reasoned that she should just listen to her friend. She seemed like, way smarter anyways.

“That makes like, so much sense! You’re the best!”

“And don’t you forget it, bitch,” Assmodia grinned. “Now, go find someone to fuck, before I decide to use you as a dildo.”

Lulu only giggled, “Ooh! That sounds super hot!”

“Oh. My. God. Can you just go already!?” the demoness snapped. “Seriously! How are you this dumb? This is like, totally what you get for using those stupid pink candles to summon a demon, you know!”

“Aww, but like, the pink is super cute!”

Assmodia let out a growl of frustration and snapped her fingers, disappearing from the basement. She didn’t have time for this; she had much better things to do. The bimbo could figure it out for herself. And if she didn’t, Assmodia knew she could always use another sex doll back in Hell.

My predictions

Step along Gentlemen, I assure you it’s quite safe. The glass is double reenforced.

What’s that?

No I’m sorry we can’t examine her in person, at least not until…

No I’m sadly, even sedatives seem to have no effect, at least not until after she’s had her dildos for the day.

Oh, about 3 a day.

Hmmm? No, she’ll just completely wear them out!

As I was saying Gentlemen, while the scientific and medical communities may be split about the need to develop a cure for the bimbo virus, it is my deepest hope that emily’s story can serve as a warning that will guide us in our search for the proper care and treatment of those afflicted with the virus.”

You see 3 years ago emily was a petite red headed virgin, who had just celebrated her 18th birthday. emily caught the virus kissing a boy at a church picnic 3 years ago. If we are to believe her parents it was actually her first kiss ever.  …so sad. At any rate her case presented as we have come to expect the virus to present. Lightening of the hair, swelling of the breasts, tightening of the waist, and an increased pre-occupation with the opposite gender. emily was also spending a lot of time at the mall. And that was what first prompted her parents to start their unfortunate course of actions. It was their hope they could cure their daughter, but in reality their misguided efforts to contain her growing bimboisim only pushed her into stage two.

She had broken curfew coming home from the mall, and as any good parents might do they grounded emily for a week. When they checked on her the next morning the signs of her rapidly advancing bimboification were undeniable. emily’s parents are devout Christians and they were determined not to see their little girl succumb to the virus and become a nymphomatic bimbo-slut. They locked her into her room and nailed the door shut.

Over the course of the next two weeks giggling gave way to begging. Eventually the begging gave way to screams of agony. It was at this point her parents tried to investigate. They knew enough about the virus not to expect their doting, fresh freckled faced daughter, but they were not prepared for what awaited them on the other side of the door. Gone was the typical post-infection blonde, big titted, giggling fuck machine. Instead they found emily much as you see her now. Though her body retained all of the changes it had undergone during the initial stages of the virus, her skin had lost nearly all of it’s pigmentation, her hair and nails had darkened to a shade of jet black, and in general she had developed an allergic reaction to bright lights, or color of any kind.

But it was not her physical transformations that were of immediate concern to her parents. She had lost the power of speech, instead vocalizing in deep animalistic sounds. Once her father appeared from behind the door emily became quite agitated, and even attacked her own father. He was able to escape and flee her room, and though we will never know for sure what her intentions had been towards her father, what we do know is that when the CDC arrived the next day she tried to rape the doctors though their containment suits.

Sadly this advanced stage of the disease seems to be irreversible. We have tried heavy infusions of seamen, with no effect. We even lost brave Dr. Cofax, who used himself as a guinea pig, theorizing that direct, sustained sexual contact might revert the virus to stage 1. Her lust was more than His body could take. The exact cause of death is debatable, severe dehydration, bite and claw wounds, broken mandible, and shattered pelvis. In short Gentlemen, she fucked Dr, Cofax to death.

Fortunately cases like emily’s are exceedingly rare, but what we do know is that if those infected with the virus do not achieve coitus via external human stimulation during the first three weeks of infection, then stage two is an inevitable outcome. Stage two is typified by what you might call a “gothic” appearance, further deterioration of higher mental function, and an even more heightened sexual need and desire, a desire that that makes common nymphomaniacs look like prudish nuns, and as near as we can tell these desires are completely insatiable.

For God’s sake Gentlemen, regardless if you are looking for a cure or not, if you have a patient in your care who has been infected with the virus …Please! I beseech you!! Fuck her!!!

Author/Editor’s note: This story originally appeared on this blog on 10/31/2014