Hey folks!
This is a little story I wrote for my tumblr quite awhile back, i'm thinking of expanding it a bit more and posting it on other sites now that tumblr is pretty much gone. I would love some constructive feedback!
-Chaos
The Bimbofication of Emilia
by Chaos Doll
Emilia stared at her computer monitor in disbelief. On the screen staring back at her was an image of her best friend, Nicole, who had been missing for over a year. They had become friends during freshmen year, their shared interests in music and gothic subculture causing them to bond quickly. They went everywhere together, concerts, political protests, feminist rallies. They’d even gotten a few chauvinistic frat parties broken up by complaining to campus police together.
Then one day, Nicole just disappeared.
There had been rumors on campus, of course. Some gossipers claimed Nicole had gotten pregnant and dropped out, others claimed she was abducted by an internet cult or recruited by foreign extremists. Emilia didn’t believe any of those people or their wild theories, but something had certainly changed about Nicole. The girl on the screen was barely recognizable from her former self, but Emilia was certain it was her.
Nicole appeared vastly changed in the image; her once simple raven black hair was now a layered mix of platinum and strawberry blonde. There had been a number of obvious cosmetic enhancements. Nicole’s cheeks seemed fuller and her lips had been plumped up. The once flat chested girl now sported a set of obscenely oversized breasts crammed into an undersized approximation of a school girl uniform.
The most striking feature though, was Nicole’s eyes. Emilia couldn’t help but stare deep into those wide staring eyes. They were completely vacant. It was as though Nicole simply wasn’t there any more, her intellect, her ambition, her dreams all seemingly lost to some overwhelming euphoria. The image appeared to be attached to an advertisement of some sort. Emilia hadn’t even intended to open the email containing the image; the mysterious message had been flagged as spam and would have gone completely unnoticed, if not for a random misclick as she read through her inbox. Emilia mouthed the words as she read through the text of the email one more time.
The Bimbo Doll Club’s Hottest New Attraction!!
You’ve seen her in Naughty Schoolgirls 6, now see her Live!!
Nikki takes the stage at 7:30pm!!
Come be see a slut destined for internet stardom!!
Half price drinks before 9pm!!
Emilia scowled, something terrible had happened to her best friend, and somehow this Bimbo Doll Club was behind it. Emilia was already convinced they had coerced Nicole into leaving university, forced her into giving up on her future, for what? Stripping? Internet porn? They had to be using drugs or blackmail; there was no way Nicole would have chosen this willingly. Emilia was already formulating a plan; she was going to save her friend.
Emilia stood at the bar of the Bimbo Doll Club just after 7pm, the venue was still slowly filling up with a crowd of men as obnoxiously crude music blasted over the sound system. One song after another featured degrading and sexist lyrics, Emilia couldn’t believe the utter tripe that passed itself off as mainstream pop music. She would need to immerse herself in a solid weak of experimental electronic music just to purge these vulgar sounds from her mind.
Emilia checked the time on her phone, it’d only been 10 minutes since she arrived but it had already felt like forever thanks to her nerves and the atmosphere of the club. She began looking around the room once more when she felt a tap on her shoulder; she nearly jumped out of her skin and turned around to find herself looking into the crystal blue eyes of one of the club’s bartenders.
“What can I get ya, baby?” the scantily dressed and utterly vapid looking girl asked in a bubbly little girl voice.
Emilia frowned; the bartender looked to be the same age as her. She couldn’t help wondering for a moment if this girl had also been a promising college student like Nicole, now relegated to a life of slinging drinks to lecherous men while squeezed into a skin tight outfit. Emilia tried to push the random thought out of her head, she was here to save her best friend and she couldn’t lose focus worrying about other people. Still, she could probably use a drink to calm her nerves, she thought.
“Scotch, single malt, no ice. Make it a double.” Emilia ordered her drink of choice, never being one for sugary cocktails or watered down beer. The girl behind the bar almost seemed confused at that.
“Wow! Umm… are you sure that’s not too strong for you?” The bartender squeaked, “Usually only boys in cute business suits order that!”
Emilia rolled her eyes at the ditzy girl. “Yes, I’m sure” she replied with a dismissive wave, she could probably drink most of the men in this club under the table and then some. The blonde behind the bar went about pouring the top shelf scotch into a glass as Emilia threw some cash down next to it.
She spent the next few minutes sipping the expensive scotch, she had to admit she was unfamiliar with the brand the girl had poured but it had a familiar smoothness, with hints of something else she couldn’t quite identify. The alcohol was certainly potent, she felt her body warming, a sensation that usually only occurred after several generously poured drinks. Just as she sat the empty glass on the bar the music in the club changed and the lighting began to flash. After a crescendo of sound the DJ’s voice came thundering over the speaker system.
“Gentlemen, welcome to the Bimbo Doll Club! Get ready to have fun, because one of our star girls just got back from her latest film shoot and she is dripping with anticipation to entertain as many men as she can! Please welcome to the stage… Nikki!”
A moment later, Emilia watched her best friend burst through a curtain at the back of the stage and make her way to a dance pole in the middle of the venue, Nicole’s tiny leopard print minidress left nothing to the imagination, her body wiggling and jiggling, as every inch of her curves seemed to ooze sex appeal. Emilia was about to storm towards the stage in a bid to catch Nicole’s attention when she heard the bartender call out behind her. “Miss, don’t forget your drink!” The bimbo giggled.
Emilia turned and raised an eyebrow; she’d just had a drink… hadn’t she? There sitting on the bar was the still full glass where she’d sat it, but hadn’t it been empty before? Emilia shook her head and quickly gulped it down. Wobbling slightly as she turned to march towards the stage. The short walk towards the stage took more effort than she anticipated as her balance and coordination seemed to worsen with each step. Could she really be feeling this tipsy after two… or one… drink…
“Nicole! Nicole, it’s me Emilia! Nicole! Look down here! Its Emilia from School!” she tried to call out, her voice drowned out by the pulsing music. Nicole kept dancing, a wide vapid smile on her face and that same deep vacant look in her eyes.
Emilia was about to call out again, louder this time, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around and balled up her firsts, ready to fight whoever had tried grabbing her, only to find herself staring at the chest of a very large security guard.
“Miss, the manager would like to see you” His deep voice rumbled in his chest, he then raised his hand, presenting a full glass of scotch to her. “You left your drink at the bar too, don’t be wasteful.”
Emilia was confused for a second, she’d already finished her drink, and then she got confused and thought she’d had two… but really it was one… Or maybe, she just hadn’t drank one yet? Her mind felt cloudy for a moment, then she suddenly remembered forgetting it at the bar. She took the glass from him and downed it in one gulp, handing it back to the security guard as he lead her towards the manager’s office behind the bar.
She stumbled into the office a moment later, the dull thud of the bass drum vibrating through the wall as her best friend gyrated on stage for the enjoyment of a crowd of perverts. She looked over the manager as he sat behind his desk, he was watching over the venue on several security monitors. He was a fairly nondescript man, white, average looking, probably only a decade older than Emilia.
He smiled up at her as she entered, motioning for her to take a seat in an empty chair in front of his desk. She felt her face flush, was she blushing at him or was her skin just warm from the booze. She couldn’t believe how tipsy she felt after a single drink, maybe she really shouldn’t have ordered a boy’s drink… scotch or whatever it was called… she felt herself smirk at him.
“Hello Emilia… I understand you came to see Nikki perform?” He asked with a grin. Emilia shook her head; her mind was still foggy from the booze, her thoughts forming slower than usual.
“No… I came to find my… friend… Nicole is my friend.” Emilia stumbled over her words, “can I get a glass of water or something, that drink was way too strong for me.” She asked with a slightly nervous chuckle.
“Of course, I’ll have something brought for you right away. Tell me more Emilia, how long have you been a fan of Nikki? How long have you wanted to meet her?” he smiled at her and typed a test message into his phone.
“I’ve known Nikki… err.. umm… Nicole since freshmen year, we used to hang out together all the time.” Emilia tried to explain.
“Oh that’s lovely, you must have met her online then? Was it one of her makeup tutorials on YouTube? She’s never really been one for serious academics, as you can probably imagine” He said, his words echoing in her mind.
“Well… no… umm… yeah, I guess that was it… but I thought…” She struggled to form the words, had she really spent time with Nicol…Nikki on campus or did she just comment on her YouTube page? Her memories suddenly seemed wrong; she’d been forgetful all night, hadn’t she? Emilia was staring off into space and just about to ask a question when the bimbo bartender burst in with a tall glass containing a bright pink liquid, a straw and a little umbrella poking out of the top.
“Oh look Emilia, here’s that drink you ordered!” the manager waved for her attention and pointed toward the bimbo holding the cocktail. “Drink up now, you don’t want to waste a free drink.”
He was right of course, wasting a drink when it was free seemed really rude, plus she felt super thirsty earlier didn’t she? Why else would she have ordered such a big colorful cocktail? She nodded in response and took the cocktail from the girl, placing the thick straw between her lips and taking a generous sip of the overly sweet mix of vodka, strawberry schnapps and a few other unidentifiable liquors. After she had gulped down half the glass, he smiled at her, causing her to smile back.
“Right, so you were saying you are finding college a little too difficult, especially since you just love to drink and party all the time, is that right?” he continued his line of questioning.
“Well.. I mean… like.. not ALL the time, but.. umm.. I guess I’m kinda a lush…” She said, feeling her body heat rise and her face to flush again.
“Hey Emi, no judgement here, some people just aren’t cut out for the serious life, you’re too fun and silly for that, right? That’s why you dropped out of highschool, right?” he chuckled.
“Don’t call me that! My name is.. Emilia… Em. umm.. Emi..” She giggled nervously, “like… seriously.. umm.. uhh what was I saying?” She asked as she finished off her drink.
“You were telling me you weren’t making enough money being a cam whore and you’d like to work here to help pay for your new boobies..”He smirked evilly at the confused girl, he was happy to see that the formula in her drinks had worked it’s magic on her mind and was slowly turning her into the compliant and easily malleable bimbo she would be for the rest of her life.
** 10 months later **
The Bimbo Doll Club’s Hottest New Attraction!!
You’ve seen her naughty webcam videos,
now see the internet sensation perform live!
Emi takes the stage at 7:30pm!!
Half price drinks before 9pm!!
