[Mass Bimbofication, Reality Shift]

“Give me the strongest thing you’ve got, Bartender!”

“Aren’t you too young to be here?”

“Aren’t you too old to ask questions, lady? Seriously, what’s the deal?”

The white-haired woman behind the counter shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed a couple of bottles off the shelf. Honestly, as long as she got paid, she didn’t really care. The money was important, not the morals.

Besides, she had never seen the chick across from her before. Was she one of the younger students at that school nearby? Probably still legal, just a little shorter than she had expected from those types.

“Remember! The strongest! I won’t have anything else!” The blonde girl cried out with her arms crossed. Barely hiding her ample bosom which had been trying to squeeze out of her school uniform for the last hour or so after making one of her buttons pop off.

The bartender shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed an extra bottle. This wasn’t the usual way she liked to work, but if she wanted something that strong, it didn’t hurt to try and experiment. “Alright. Just so we’re clea-”

“Don’t start explaining things! Just make the drink! I don’t care about the details, I want to get wasted!” The blonde girl, properly known as a bimbo considering her attitude, huffed and brushed a hand against her hip-length hair.

The bartender blinked for a few moments before nodding and shrugging one more time. “Right, since you’re throwing caution to the wind.” She muttered she grabbed the biggest shaker she had on hand, before dumping the contents of all the bottles into it. It didn’t matter that the ratios weren’t equal. The customer had practically screamed at her, better to just get it over with.

As it shook around, it felt like it was giving off a bunch of energy. Tons and tons of heat. And the bimbo didn’t care as she just stared straight at it, with another eye looking at her nails. This entire thing was taking too long… Maybe that was why nobody but the worst adults came here, ‘cuz there were damn near nobody looking for a good time!

Moments after she decided to look around to try and see if there was anything interesting, she suddenly heard a loud bang, and upon turning her head back towards the Bartender, she had very nearly fallen onto the floor. “Hey! What’s the big idea?! Are you trying to scare me!?”

“Hardly. Just underestimating my own talents.” The white-haired bartender replied as she got back up and carefully opened the mixer, trembling as a powerful smell wafted forth from the bottom of the tool. Even if she knew how dangerous a drink like this could be, this was what the customer ordered.

So she poured it into a dainty looking cocktail glass and added the complimentary lemon for taste. “Here you are. Considering it just blew me off my feet, I’ll call this cocktail… The Mind Blower. Hopefully it’s to your tastes.” She said, dusting herself off a bit.

“Finally. Took you damn long enough.” The bratty bimbo scoffed as she started to swirl the cocktail around inside the glass. Only to frown as she noticed that it basically smelled like nothing. “Hey! Isn’t a cocktail supposed to have a smell?!” She shouted at the bartender…

Who had already moved onto her next order. Because there were other people in the bar that were just as important to her, according to the bartender. Not that the bimbo would admit that. She wasn’t about to treat anybody as being worth more than her!

“Hmph! Awful woman.” The blonde brat muttered as she downed the entire cocktail right then and there. She wanted the strongest thing, and she hoped that she got it. Otherwise, she was going to toss the bartender across the counter for messing up her order! Seriously, what part of “strongest thing you have” was so hard to understand?

As she dwelled on that thought, she could feel the beverage bubbling up inside her. Like it was trying to force itself out of her. No way. She wasn’t about to puke it all up, just because it thought it was too strong for her. She was way stronger than a simple cocktail!

One second later, and the bubbling stopped. As if it had heard her thoughts had done exactly as she wanted it to. Weird. Seriously weird. What, could a drink understand her?

The bratty bimbo shook her head as she stared at the many wines and tonics and spirits on the other side of the counter, before scoffing. “You know, you stock your shop with so much weird stuff! Don’t you have any good, classic, high class wines?”

“Of course we do.” The bartender said as she motioned towards that very same shelf, as if she stated something obvious. “I only import the highest class wines from the other parts of the world, so that everyone here can have the best dining experience.”

The bimbo didn’t believe her. But after looking at the shelf one more time, she couldn’t believe her eyes. So many recognizable names. Like the high end shit she could never afford but always got advertised on tv! How did…

...Did that drink do something to her? Maybe she should test it out.

“Hey.” The bratty bimbo said towards the Bartender, smirking as she rested her head on the palm of her hand. “You better be free tonight. Because I think you deserve a little something for that drink.”

She definitely knew it wasn’t going to work. She had chewed that bitch out several times already. Why would it ever come close to working? Sure, she was a bimbo, but even she knew that certain things just wouldn’t work.

“I can always make room for you.” The bartender said with a softer smile than before, before she took a seat near the big-breasted bimbo. “You want me to do the usual, or you want to take the lead this time?”

The blonde bimbo stuttered in response. How in the hell did that work. No, beyond that, how did it make her love her..!? Seriously, what?! What did that drink do to her, exactly? How could she just… think about something, and then it became true?!

...She had one more thing to test. Then, if it worked…

“You? Doing the usual? Seriously, did you short circuit your bimbo brain, or did you really think you could be on top?” The bratty bimbo said. If her… ‘powers’ worked as she thought they did, then this should turn that white-haired bitch into the same sort of bimbo that she was. Just like, submissive and not on top. ‘cuz there was only one girl on top.

For a second, it seemed like she had failed. Because the woman didn’t seem to react positively. In fact, she seemed to grimace…

And then the world corrected itself, and the woman quickly started to giggle. Her white hair grew out and quickly started to deepen in color as it turned a nice blonde just like her girlfriend, while her outfit struggled to contain her curves. Then again, she wore flimsy clothes anyway. A tied top that barely hid her nipples? A pair of booty shorts that was definitely a size smaller than she should be wearing? Total bimbo who didn’t care about how she looked.

“Duh, I was just teasin! You know me, sweetie!” The newly bimbofied bartender giggled as she laid her tits on the counter, sighing as she looked into the bimbo’s beautiful eyes. “You’re soooo smart, sweetie. How come you’re so smart? I don’t know what would happen to me if you weren’t here. I bet I’d walk into a wall or something dumb like that, ehehe…” She giggled, the air of a ditz consuming her completely…

The bratty bimbo struggled to comprehend what was happening… before she just started to giggle as well. If she could turn anybody into a bimbo, if she could make the world obey her commands… Then…

“Yeah, but you’re still dumb enough to run a bar for bimbos. Seriously? You really think I wouldn’t notice you trying to two-time on me in the worst way possible? Or were you really just trying to get me more bitches?”

The world responded to her comments, as the ground began to shake ever slightly. And then a ripple of energy boomed outward, slowly consuming the bar and everyone in it.

By the time it stopped, the bar now looked like a much glitzier place. Lots of nice rugs everywhere, plenty of free beer and wine for anybody that just wanted some to drink, and plenty of gold to make the place look cheap yet fancy at the same time. The perfect place for a bimbo to hang out.

It wasn’t just the bar that had changed either. If one were to look over at some of the tables, it was clear that the clientele had been swallowed by the bimbo’s power as well.

At one table, there were now three near-identical bimbos. Though judging by the clothes they wore, the only thing the power hadn’t quite consumed, it was clear that two of them had been men just a few moments prior. Then again, it was in a bimbo’s dna to wear the wrong outfit, so maybe the power just didn’t care.

Another table, which had been quietly occupied by a whole gang of men that seemed almost a bit mobster-y, was now party-sized and decked out with lots of nice drinks. All while the leader of the gang, now the bimboiest of them all, jumped onto the table and started shaking her stuff while spinning her vest.

The world had listened to her wants. And it had given her everything she wanted. No matter how ridiculous it was. Everyone just as bimbo-y as the owner? A bar that looked like it was even better than that place over in Vegas? Everything was just as she asked.

“Welllllll…” The bimbofied bartender said as she slowly rubbed her boobies against the nice wooden surface. “I just wanted to get you some nice girls. Is that so bad, sweetie?” She asked, pouting a little. With those nice puppy-dog eyes blinking as adorably as they could.

The bratty bimbo shook her head. “It’s not bad at all. After all, I basically own everyone. What’s another dozen or so?” She grinned, as the power inside her body started to pulse out through the world…

She knew what was happening. And she could actually see it, as several of the patrons in the bar started to wear a simple collar around their neck. She was very liberal about the whole ‘owning’ thing. Wearing something to identify them as her property was very important.

The second after they got their nice and fancy collars, a couple of the bimbos got up from their chairs and crowded around their owner, giggling like the dorky ditzes they were as they got down on all fours. Like the pets that they were.

“Mmmhm, I’m glad you let me act like a real person, sweetie!” Even the bartender was in on it, her own collar looking nice and shiny. She took very good care of it, because otherwise she’d be doing her dearest a disservice! And she didn’t want to do that!

The bratty bimbo laughed as she reached across the counter and ruffled the bimbo bartender’s hair. She was the stupidest girl she had ever met! She gave her these powers, and she acted like nothing was wrong! Ahhh…

“I’m glad you’re my favorite bimbo too. Now, come on, we need to go show the rest of the world my greatness!” She laughed as she headed straight out the door, the bar already losing important in her mind.

Her horde of bimbos followed their owner as she ascended the stairs that led out to the rest of the world, all while the powerful bimbo grinned at the first thing she saw once she stepped outside.

The world’s testament to her. A big golden statue. As well as plenty of naked bimbos, ready to show their love and devotion towards their owner….