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  BIMBO BAKER: FROM BLAND TO BLONDE

  BIMBO TRANSFORMATION EROTICA

  BY

  NARCISSA RIVERS

  A SMALL OUTTAKE…

  She stood before the delivery man, all luscious curves and delicious tits. Milly pulled off the ties that held her thick blonde hair at bay and allowed her hair to cascade over her shoulders and neck, making the bimbo look even more like a pleasant fantasy instead of a real flesh and blood woman. The underwear clung to her awkwardly, not made for her fresh new body, but for one that was plumper, saggy and more boring. She was sure Hank barely noticed it, though. The horny bimbo unclasped her bra and threw it to the ground, letting her heavy, round tits bounce free.

  She ran her hands over them and squeezed them a little, baby blue eyes keeping close watch of the man. He couldn’t say a word nor believe what was happening right in front of him, but his body knew exactly how to react. Milly could see the big, hard rod pressing against the leg of his jeans and she bit her lip in happy expectation, every sense screaming to have the cock fill her already.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said with a bat of her lashes as she sunk to her knees in front of the man.

  Milly fumbled with his belt and zipper, the tiny bit that was still the old bland Milly screaming at her to stop and gather her senses. But the new bimbo Milly didn’t want to stop. She wanted to fuck and she was not going to let her 20-something years of boredom and drudgery get in the way of getting stuffed by a big, thick dick when she looked better than she was ever going to. The zipper came loose with a satisfying sound and Milly wasted no time in pressing down his jeans and boxers, revealing his throbbing shaft.

  She gasped slightly, looking up at the man with pure joy in her eyes.

  “It’s so big, Hank! Can I suck it, please? Pretty please, with sugar on top?” she begged, biting her lower lip and squishing her tits together as she tied her fingers in a prayer.

  Copyright © 2014 Narcissa Rivers

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Bimbo Baker: From Bland to Blonde

  Bimbo Transformation Erotica

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  A SMALL OUTTAKE…

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  RELATED BOOKS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER ONE

  The day was shaping up to be a fairly pleasant one. The streets were filled with happy shoppers and families out on a stroll on a lazy Sunday, which meant plenty of business for the Happy Cupcake Bakery. Milly was constantly elbows deep in either some dough or the cash register, trying to do everything absolutely at once, as the store was packed and the shelves were starting to look awfully empty. She kept a constant smile on her lips, waiving around the two other girls that worked at her shop, doing her best to help every cheerful customer with their sugary needs.

  The Happy Cupcake Bakery was a fairly new fixture in downtown Denver, most other bakers having long ago given up hope that there would be money to be made just by selling specialty sweets. Milly Teller had been the shining exception, a combination of excellent baking, solid business savvy and just a little bit of luck. She was a plump woman in her late twenties with reddish hair, a bright smile and cautious green eyes, the only feature of her appearance that hinted at the fact that she wasn’t all saccharine and bright sunshine.

  The store had been up and running for a few months, but the rush on Sundays was unfortunately a bit of a rarity. Usually, there wasn’t a single customer to be seen four hours, leaving Milly plenty of time to think up new recipes and lament her lack of foresight. One does not simply open up a bakery in a city that doesn’t see great weather all that often. Maybe in Miami or something, but not in Colorado, where every season shaped up to be skiing season.

  Never the less, for that very moment, everything was okay. The customers were coming in hordes, the register was dinging with sales every few seconds and as far as Milly could tell, all her customers seemed to be rather pleased with the tasty treats they were handed. After all, wasn’t that what it was all about?

  Well, that and actually being able to pay the bills, Milly thought to herself with a hint of glumness as she packed away four chocolate chip cupcakes with coconut icing and handed them over the counter to a haggard looking mother of four. They smiled at each other with a hint of understanding and camaraderie, perhaps grasping each other’s woes a bit too well.

  “Next!” Milly called as she put the money away, her eyes down for a moment. When she looked up again, she found herself staring at an elderly woman, who could barely see over the top of the counter as she was so short. Milly gave another courteous smile and leant over the counter a bit to better hear the tiny woman.

  “What can I get you, ma’am?” She asked, quirking a brow in expectation. The dusty looking woman, who resembled something that had fallen out of grandpa’s closet, eyed Milly with a thoughtful look and seemed to ponder for a moment. The short baker had become almost impatient by the time the hunched patron had finally made up her mind - whether it was about her baking or Milly herself, she wouldn’t know.

  “I’ll have a bran muffin, please,” the small woman said, a hint of laughter in her voice. Milly nodded and quickly went to retrieve the desired baked good, glancing at the long line in front of the class displays, filled with her food. If only it would last past Sundays. Milly grabbed the muffin, packed it and returned to the counter, handing it over to the customer. The small witchy looking woman accepted it gratefully, but instead of giving Milly money, she handed over two chocolate hearts.

  “Um, ma’am, that’s a dollar fifty,” Milly said, the woman already sauntering away.

  She looked over her shoulder and gave Milly a knowing grin, unwrapping the muffin and taking a bite out of it.

  “You’ll see, dearie. Just eat those and you’ll find that we are more than even.” With that, the gray, ragged woman teetered out of the bakery, leaving Milly holding two chocolate hearts with a bit of a stunned look on her face. The baker frowned deeply, looking at the red foil-wrapped pieces of candy, rolling them around in her hand. Finally, she sighed and tossed them in one of her wide pockets. It wasn’t often that someone tried to stiff her, but it wasn’t right to get miffed at a probably senile elderly person. And Milly did like chocolate, so she would just have to count it as a small loss and keep going with her day.

  Maybe I can use them for some icing or something, she thought to herself, hexing a quick smile on her lips again as she greeted another customer.

  Little did the mild-mannered baker know, that those chocolates would take her on an adventure unlike any she had had before.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The day had been long and hard, but it had finally come to an end. The stands were almost completely barren from anything edible, crumbs and broken pieces the last reminders of lush plates of cakes and cupcakes that had been lining the shelves just that morning. The two other servers had left hours ago and night was quickly falling, the sun having set a bit ago. Compared to the rush during the day, the empty cupcake shop was almost an
eerie sight. The streets behind the wide windows were pretty dead as well, only a few lonely wanderers still passing by the brightly lit bakery.

  Milly, of course, was still working hard. After the other two left, she had set off to bake things for the next day. Even though Monday was usually abysmally slow, it would only be made worse if there was nothing to actually sell to the customers. She sighed wistfully as she started another huge batch of cupcake batter, sprinkling in flour and sugar based more on intuition than any kind of set in stone recipe. Baking was an art to her, something that could be done in different ways without compromising the end result.

  The plump baker had found that she was not great at a lot of things at life, but baking was something that came naturally to her. She wasn’t particularly pretty and had never been popular, having gotten through high school thanks to food and good books instead of socializing and friends. Her relationships had never lasted long and she had the distinct feeling that a lot of the men that did end up finding her attractive were just after a good meal. “Fastest way to the heart is through the stomach” and all that tripe.

  Milly had trouble even remembering when she last went on a date, or lord forbid, get laid. Her most ardent suitor was her Hitachi wand, a boyfriend that did not complain nor grumble and did as he was told. It was a small bit of consolation in her otherwise dull and unromantic life. She had tried to put herself out there, to go on dates and make new friends, but it never lasted long. The bland-looking girl didn’t have much self-confidence in anything aside from her capability of making tasty things, which didn’t translate well to enticing suitors. If she couldn’t find herself to be sexy, who would?

  The woman grumbled to herself as some flour fell on the table, making a bit of a mess. She was just cleaning it up when she leaned against the side of the table a bit and heard a rustling noise in her pocket. Milly reached down and retrieved the two pink chocolate hearts, which she had forgotten all about. She tossed the rag she had been using to clean up the mess and took a seat on one of the high backed chairs in the kitchen, behind the serving area.

  The crinkly hearts tumbled around in her palm as the girl considered them thoughtfully, taking a moment to rest from the weary day. Finally, with a shrug, she unwrapped them one by one and popped them in her mouth, chewing slowly. Her eyes lit up a bit as the taste filled her mouth, delicious and just the right kind of sweet. She smiled slightly and savored it, thinking back to the odd little lady who had handed them to her.

  She was right, they were worth the muffin, she thought with slight bemusement, the taste slowly dissipating in her mouth.

  Her mind quickly wandered off to think about how she could recreate that specific flavor of chocolate for her cupcake frosting, but the girl found herself getting awfully sleepy. The tiredness flowed over her like a thick blanket, enveloping her suddenly and without warning. Before she knew how to react, her eyelids had become heavy and her breathing slowed bit by bit until the baker had drifted off to a somber dream, still sitting on the chair.

  The dreams were vivid and colorful, filling her head with bright spots and thoughts that wandered to odd places. When she finally stirred, the shop was almost completely dark, only the low lights in the kitchen casting some shadows across the tables and cupboards. Milly yawned loudly, feeling her body revolt against the swift awakening. Yet, she felt lighter in her skin than she ever had before. She reached her hands over her head and stretched thoroughly, letting out a little murmur that sounded different than what her voice was usually like. Milly frowned ever so slightly, opening her eyes.

  Her mind was as if wiped clean from all the troubles she usually felt. Not a single negative, broody thought lingered, replaced by pure happiness and contentment. A wide smile spread on her lips, genuine this time, and she got up, walking to the table and resuming her cupcake batter. She didn’t even notice that her clothes felt very baggy around her body and that her hands were slimmer than she had ever seen them, delicate, long nails covered with bright pink lacquer. A lot of things had changed about Milly and the girl would slowly come to realize the extent of her transformation.

  She sprinkled in more sugar as she stirred the thick batter, humming to herself. Long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, no hint of the blazing red locks she had had before. Her breasts had swollen to a much bigger size, the perfect globes now pressing against her baker’s apron. Milly’s waist had shrunk to within a memory of its former self and her ass had become a round masterpiece, fit to be grabbed and spanked. She had even become a bit taller, all her features elongated and made more graceful by the unexpected change.

  Her stomach purred with warmth as she stirred the batter in languid circular motions, the girl biting her lush pink lips slightly. The repetitive movements and the long, hard wooden spoon in her hands made her mind wander to places it very rarely went to and the baker could feel herself getting shockingly aroused by the simple act of preparing something to be baked. Her mind wandered off to other paths as she continued her task, her thoughts filled with scenes of being roughly taken by greedy hands and filled by big cocks.

  Milly could feel her cheeks become flush with excitement, distracting her almost enough to drag her from her work, but the act of making the batter was so ingrained in her muscles that she didn’t have to spare a single thought to the process. She was free to imagine how she would strip for a man and suck him off on command, enjoying absolutely every moment of the experience. Milly moaned softly as she felt herself becoming wet and aroused, her slit moist with her juices. It wouldn’t be long until mere thoughts would not be enough.

  Whatever had happened to her body and mind had grabbed hold of her completely. After just a tiny nap, she had woken up as a blonde bombshell, no longer a bland, chubby baker without an ounce of sex appeal. Her body was screaming to be tried out, her newfound curves ripe for tasting and her legs just yearning to spread for someone with a hard dick. And best of all, Milly didn’t find anything off about that at all. It felt like the most natural thing, to want to suck cock and be filled in all holes by men she barely knew.

  Just her luck that the evening delivery guy was due in a few scant minutes. Milly needed to be taken like the bimbo slut she now was and he would be the perfect candidate to give her the first ride she wanted so badly.

  CHAPTER THREE

  When a knock clattered against the back door some time later, Milly was inches away from hopping up on one of the tables and exploring all the newness of her body. Her hands had kept slipping over her ample bosom time and time again and the yearning between her legs was becoming difficult to ignore. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard someone at the door, dropping the spoon in the batter and quickly rushing to the door.

  In the process of walking to the door, her baggy pants slipped off her hips and were left half-way between the table and door, along with her comfortable shoes. The tiles on the floor were cold, but she didn’t care. Not an ounce of embarrassment could be found in her as she opened the door for the long-awaited delivery man standing behind it, the baker dressed in only a loose shirt, her underwear and an apron. She gave a wide smile to the broad-shouldered man, who seemed more than a bit bewildered to be welcomed by a busty half-dressed blonde bimbo.

  “Hello, Hank! Come in!” she called, stepping out of his way and heading back towards her batter. The man didn’t say a word, a long pause lingering between the two as he stared in quiet shock at the perfect ass that was walking away from him, covered by only a tiny thong. Finally, he had the courage to step in, the man carrying a large box of supplies, stuff he delivered three times a week. He pushed the door shut behind him and clicked on more lights with his elbow, before staggering deeper into the kitchen and setting the box down on one of the cupboards. Hank tried his best not to stare, but it was damn near impossible.

  “Um, are you new? I thought Milly was going to meet me today,” he said, glancing around nervously for the sour owner of the bakery. He seemed to relax a little, seeing it was just the two o
f them. Milly gave him a bright smile and stepped closer to him, peeking at the box. His scent filled her nostrils and she could feel her knees weaken a little at the presence of a big, strong man like him. Hank was tall, with dark hair and a bit of stubble covering his wide, square jaw. He looked like an honest working man, wearing worn jeans and a tattered black t-shirt, just the kind of man any girl would want bending her over the table.

  “No, I’ve been here for a while. But Milly asked me to meet you today, she was…busy,” she said with a sly smile, letting her fingertips trail down the front of his shirt. The man stared at her, dumbfounded.

  “I see you got everything Milly asked for. I think it’s only right if I thank you for it, right, Hank?” she asked, batting her ludicrously long eyelashes at him. The girl untied her apron and allowed it to slip down on the floor, taking off her shirt quickly after it.

  She stood before the delivery man, all luscious curves and delicious tits. Milly pulled off the ties that held her thick blonde hair at bay and allowed her hair to cascade over her shoulders and neck, making the bimbo look even more like a pleasant fantasy instead of a real flesh and blood woman. The underwear clung to her awkwardly, not made for her fresh new body, but for one that was plumper, saggy and more boring. She was sure Hank barely noticed it, though. The horny bimbo unclasped her bra and threw it to the ground, letting her heavy, round tits bounce free.