[Bimbofication, Brain Drain]

Detective work was difficult. Trying to find the clues that tied cases together and apprehend the culprits meant that you practically had to hug the ground until you found those little traces of evidence, that could then lead you into dens of scum and villainy if you weren’t careful.

It was because of this very practice that a young detective named Shinjitsu could barely stand her own line of work. It rocked her to her core. The fact that no matter how much work she put in, she would likely see no result because either the culprits had skipped town already, or they had some sort of back-door deal that meant they could go free.

That was why she roamed the streets with no real objective in mind. Nobody would expect a detective to be this lax. It meant that she could find the clues a lot easier, and from there she could apprehend the criminals with her own power instead of waiting for other parts of law enforcement to do the job for her.

It was through this approach that she finally stumbled on a big hit. There had been a greater deal of activity in the city’s red light district, and a lot of fresh meat had been roaming the streets. Some of them were recognized by their friends and family, but they didn’t seem to remember anything about them, just asking them if they wanted a good time.

For Shinjitsu, this was the perfect case. All she had to do was keep an ear out. Listen to where the disappearances usually happened, and then bust a meeting so she could bust the entire operation. It was supposed to be that simple anyway…

She just didn’t expect to be the next one on their list.

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“Well well, we’ve got a little rat on our tail.”

The white-haired detective’s eyes fluttered open as she heard a rough voice talk, prompting her to silently swivel her head around to try and determine where she was… Only to immediately realize that her eyes had been covered in a blindfold, and her favorite glasses had been taken away from her. Whoever these kidnappers were, they were thorough.

“Do you think you’re going to get away with taking a private investigator hostage? You’ll be sorely mistaken.” Shinjitsu said, ignoring her current predicament. So what if her arms were behind her back and she couldn’t see just how many people were bearing down on her? This was just part of the job. She could recover from anything they put her through. She had done so before…

Her captors, numbering in the single digits given the amount of voices echoing around her as they laughed, didn’t seem to phased by her attempt at a threat.

“Is this what kids are like these days when they think they’re entitled to anythin’?” One of them said, as the young detective suddenly found her mouth being forced open by a set of fat fingers. “You better not bite, or you’re gonna wish you hadn’t.”

Of course she bit down. But she didn’t feel anything except the unsatisfying clack of her teeth smacking against one another. Prompting yet another laugh from the crowd around her.

“Feisty. Good thing we’ll be getting rid of that, the bossman said he don’t want no biters.” The vocal thug said, his footsteps shuffling around as he seemed to whisper together with his associates.

Shinjitsu just sat there. They’d get tired of her at some point. Even if she had to suck them off and service them like they owned her. And by that point, she’d be able to get free.

“Open up.” Another thug said, and the girl followed the order. “Chew on this while we discuss what comes next.” He continued, popping a round ball into her mouth to keep her occupied.

She didn’t start chewing, but he didn’t care. He went straight towards his companions, the talking around her growing quieter as they kept chatting. Leaving her in silence. As if they expected her to try and break free.

...The taste of that ball lingered on her tongue as it rolled around inside her mouth. It was some sort of gum. Really, they wanted her to chew on something when they just said she wasn’t going to be a biter. Were they this dumb, or was there a different purpose behind the gum?

Shinjitsu didn’t know, and the only way to find out was to chew it. She couldn’t just swallow it, as the ball was probably going to choke her out if it went down whole. Instead, she’d have to break it down and tear it apart with her teeth.

And thus she began chewing. Letting her teeth break apart the hard outer shell and get to the stretchy gum underneath. Sinking into it and letting the flavor soak into her mouth, repeating that repetitive motion over and over…

It didn’t take long before her cheeks started to flush bright red, and a heat started to build within her nethers. Ah. It was some sort of aphrodisiac. At least, that seemed to be one of the ingredients that went into the gum. So it was designed to make the chewer slowly grow horny, perhaps stimulate some sort of oral fixation to keep the whores busy. Considering the end result of the kidnappings, all of that made sense.

So why couldn’t she stop?

Why was she eagerly suckling on that gum, like it was a cock? Why was she drooling, the saliva running down her chin like she couldn’t control herself? And most importantly, why did she feel like she craved something else so much more?

Shinjitsu had to find out, so she kept chewing. Not realizing that she had fallen into the gum’s trap. Not realizing that she was pulling herself closer and closer to the endpoint that had already been decided for her.

Every time her teeth sank into the gum, her body started to expand ever so slightly. She had been a stick before, lanky and tall for her age. But all of that size wasn’t good, no. She needed it elsewhere, and the gum was just the conduit she needed.

Her size was converted into plusher curves. Ones that made her buttoned shirt pop open as her brand new titties bounced all over the place. The sensory deprivation made the swaying feel that much better, as her drool quickly pooled into her cleavage. Of course, her ass wasn’t left out, as it quickly tore apart her jeans and left quite the revealing hole that led straight to her pussy.

Shinjitsu kept on chewing, her need getting to the point where she couldn’t think about anything else. The more she chewed, the worse her affliction got. And the worse she got, the more she needed to chew, because it fed back into itself.

Her hair turned bright blonde as it reached all the way down to the junk in her trunk. Her skin tone turned from pale white to a tender tan that looked much more appropriate for a whore, and her lips plumped out, making it super hard to chew.

Since the silly girl couldn’t chew much more thanks to the plump cock-pillows prevented her mouth from closing completely, she started blowing. Kinda like she’d do to those cocks that’d probably make her mouth-pussy feel all nice.

Little by little, the detective blew. Feeling that nice bubble spread from her lips as it grew bigger and bigger, even bigger than her head. And the bigger it grew, the harder it got to think. Like, why was she blowing in the first place..?

Oh, duh, cuz it felt good! So she should just keep on blowin’ until it stopped feelin’ good! Yeah, that made sense. So she kept blowing, letting it grow as her jeans got all nice and wet from all the icky girl juice pouring out of her puss, until..!

*POP*

The bubble popped. And with it, so did the former detective’s brain, the poor thing leaking out of her ears in the form of pink squirty stuff. Just like the stuff that poured out of her cunny, that made her feel all nice and good.

Like, she felt amazing. She felt like she was on the biggest and softest cloud in all the skies. Like she had just pulled a big load off her shoulders and didn’t have to worry about anything anymore. ‘Cuz she certainly couldn’t think of anything besides being nice and horny…

What was her name, even? She didn’t care. All she cared about was the need that burned down below, and that she didn’t have anything to keep her mouth busy anymore.

It was then that the nice men that had given her the gum finally undid her blindfold, letting her see the world around her…

But more importantly, their fat cocks waiting for a good slut to service them. Oh, goodie, she got so many thick rods just for her!

The nameless slutty bimbo didn’t hesitate, stuffing as many of them into her mouth-pussy as she possibly could.

She’d join the other whores in the red light district the following morning. After getting a single tattoo depicting a hand grasping the earth, showing who she belonged to. The same person who had manufactured the gum that had completely wiped away her previous self and turned her into a completely trashy bimbo that wanted nothing more than the good sex stuff.

The detective Shinjitsu was no more. Only the bimbo that took her place remained. A bimbo that was more than happy to please anybody that wanted a good fuck n’ blow.

And she couldn’t be happier.