"Honey, are you sure this is what you want? Are you really about to do this to yourself just because you don't feel happy with yourself? You're a beautiful, smart, funny woman! Please, just take a moment to think about this... It's permanent, you know?"

"It didn't work the first 35 times you asked, and it's for sure not going to work the 36th time, honey. I'm not changing my mind, got it? Either you can wait and take me home with you, or you can leave me here."

I felt a little twinge of guilt for snapping back at my husband, but he'd been bugging me for weeks ever since he found out I was planning to bimbofy myself. I knew he meant well, but he just didn't understand. I was fucking tired of being the boring girl that people forgot an hour after meeting. I wanted to be memorable and desirable, making strangers drool over me and have them dream about me for months after seeing my body.

I was a stay-at-home wife anyway, so the least I could do was become a hot piece of ass for my husband to enjoy, right? Otherwise, what else did I contribute to our marriage? Besides cleaning and cooking, which anyone could do, absolutely fucking nothing. Besides, being a bimbo sounded... kind of hot. No more worrying about stupid shit, and all I'd have to do was look good and follow orders.

"Stop giving me that look, Jason. You're not gonna guilt trip me out of this one. Your wife is becoming a bimbo, and that's final."

My husband sighed, resting his warm, rough hands on my shoulders as we waited outside the clinic. God, he was really making me feel bad. But even if I wanted to change my mind, it was too late. I looked up as I heard my name, wrapping my arms around Jason's body and kissing him, panting as I pulled away.

"See you soon, honey."

"...I really hope this is what you want, Rachael. See you in a few hours. Promise you'll remember me, alright?"

"Of course! God, I'm not gonna be that stupid."

My husband sighed and gave me a final pat on the shoulder as the doctor led me into the operation room, smiling as he gestured for me to get into a bare metal chair with various tubes sticking out of it and a helmet on top that reminded me a lot of an electric chair. I quickly stripped out of my white t-shirt and jeans, folding them and handing them over to the doctor as I got in the seat, clenching my teeth and inhaling sharply as the metal touched my skin.

I nervously strapped myself in per his instructions, gulping as the helmet went over my head, dropping down over my eyes as the straps tightened around my limbs. I felt the cold metal needles on the tubes pierce my skin, huffing as they pricked me.

"All strapped in, Rachael? We're ready to begin when you are."

"Um, yeah. Shouldn't I be under anesthetic for this?"

"Don't worry, we have a doctor adjusting it for you right now. It gets injected automatically with the rest of the drugs."

"Oh. Ok. Um, would I-"

 "Yes, you can still feel what's going on. All it does is numb any uncomfortable sensations."

I quietly closed my mouth, nodding along. This was it, then. After this, I'd be a dumb, horny bombshell for the rest of my life. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before giving a thumbs up, closing my eyes in anticipation as I felt the helmet hum to life.

I let out a weak moan and slumped into the chair as chemicals flooded my bloodstream and wires tunneled into my head. A tingle ran down my spine as I felt the wires digging into my skull, clenching my fingers around the armrests as I quivered in delight. Bits and pieces of my mind were flaking away, vanishing as my memories and emotions were overwritten or destroyed.

As my mind became feebler, my body was expanding and becoming sexier and curvier. My flat frame swelled as my tits and ass grew in size, plumping up nicely and jiggling as I moaned and shuddered in my seat. My thin lips blew up, pressing outwards in a permanent pout as my hair lightened from brown to a bright, platinum blonde.

The mousey, plain-faced girl that I had been when I entered the room was now replaced by a knockout bombshell with jugs the size of large cantaloupes and an ass that barely fit inside the chair. My long, blonde hair trailed along my back, brushing against my waist as I moaned breathily with my fat, pouty lips, filling the room with a high-pitched whine of ecstasy.

My head was almost done changing as well. I giggled as the wires retreated from my skull, getting sucked back into the helmet as it lifted off my head. It felt like my brain was stuffed full of cotton balls, and my head slumped forward as I tried to steady myself, holding on to the few thoughts and feelings I still had left in my head.

Except for knowledge of housework and memories of my husband, my head was pretty empty. Just an overwhelming desire to please and submit. Having such a singular focus in life was so fucking awesome. My mind felt so clear and I felt freer than I'd ever felt in my life.

With a soft rip, the straps holding me in place were released by the doctor, and I stumbled to my feet, wobbling around as I got used to my new center of mass. I giggled and cupped my boobs, moaning loudly as I bounced them up and down.

"Like, my boobies are soooo bouncy!!"

The doctor firmly dragged my hands away from my boobs, bringing them down to my side with a firm no. I pouted, but obeyed, gazing off into the distance with unfocused eyes as I let myself drift off while he did... whatever he was doing. I wasn't really paying attention, and honestly, I didn't really care. I just drooled mindlessly and let the joy of just existing flow through me.

I barely noticed when he grabbed me again, holding me in place as a nurse helped dress me, pulling a miniskirt up my legs and dragging my arms and head through a crop top. I moaned happily as they dragged me to a mirror, beaming as I saw a slutty bimbo staring back at me. God, I was fucking sexy. My boobs strained against my crop top, and my nipples poked out against the fabric. My miniskirt barely covered my moist cunt and perky ass, and my long blonde hair pooled around my waist. I giggled stupidly as I flicked my hair back and forth, moaning as my boobs and ass jiggled with every twist of my body.

"Wow, I'm like, so totally fuckable now! Like, I'm totes a whore, LOL!"

I giggled again as the doctor and nurse gently dragged me back to the waiting room, beaming happily as I saw my husband, who looked at me in shock. I bounced over to him, pressing his head between my soft tits as I tightly hugged him.

"Like, hiiiiii, Jay-Jay! You, like, totes waited for me! You're the bestest hubby ever!"

My husband mumbled something into my boobs, pulling away from my embrace with a loud gasp. He weakly smiled as I giggled and bounced around, shaking my body back and forth to show him my new, totally sexy curves.

"I guess you're sort of still in there, huh? C'mon, honey. Let's go home."

"Okayyyyyy! Like, we'll totes fuck lots when we get back, right? I'm like, so fuckin' horny right now, so like, we will, right?"

"We'll see, honey."

I hummed happily as Jason grabbed my hand, bouncing behind him as he led me outside, helping me get into the passenger seat of the car. I cooed as the car started, feeling the vibrations in my seat shake my pussy.

"Oooh, this feels soooo goood~"

The drive home was a blur of hazy arousal as I played with myself, lifting my miniskirt and playing with my glistening pussy and tight asshole the whole way home, edging myself into a soaking wet sensitive mess. My fucking clit was on fire, throbbing with intense desire as I stumbled out of the car, holding onto my husband for support as we walked into our house.

"OMG, like, I totes need you to fuck me right now, Jay-Jay. My whole body is like, on super duper fire right now!"

I squealed happily as Jason pushed me against the carpet and peeled off my sweaty crop top and stained miniskirt. I eagerly peeled apart my swollen pussy, showing off my slick pink folds and throbbing clit, squirting a little bit as Jay-Jay whipped his cock out of his pants and pressed it against my quivering, drooling pussy.

"You're such a fucking slut, Rachael. Not even an hour as a bimbo and you're already begging for cock."

I whimpered excitedly as my husband thrust his cock inside me, pushing apart my insides as I threw my head back and moaned, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I screamed in pleasure. My boobs wobbled like pudding cups on my chest as his thick, hot shaft pierced my pussy over and over, filling the room with the soft plap of flesh against flesh.

I furiously rubbed my clit with my fingers as I neared orgasm, rolling and squishing the sensitive little nub between my fingers as I let out a loud scream, shuddering violently as Jay-Jay came inside my pussy. His cum mixed with my squirt, spilling out of my pussy in a thin, milky stream that dripped onto the carpet.

"Shit! Not the fucking carpet!"

I moaned in confusion as my husband picked me up in a princess carry, rushing me upstairs to the shower before running downstairs with a napkin and a spray bottle of cleaning solution. I watched, almost hypnotized, as cum and juices leaked out of my pussy, flowing down the drain as my eyes fluttered and I sat limply on the cold shower tiles.

I perked up as my husband came back, sighing heavily as he stripped and joined me in the shower, lifting me off the ground and hugging me, ruffling my hair as he turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded down our bodies as we kissed, leaning into each other as our tongues intertwined, moaning into each other's mouths as we showered.

"Maybe having a bimbo for a wife isn't so bad."

"Like, duh, that's totes obvious, silly~"