[Bimbo TF, Infectious TF]
There were many things that Mikai looked forward to whenever she came home. Mainly seeing her Mom again, since she was a bright ray of sunshine that could make even the worst day be nice and comforting. Not that Mikai had a lot of bad days, but she was still an incredibly welcoming presence when she needed something like that.
"Well, what do you think, dear? Isn't it neat?"
Her Mom having bought a heart-shaped mirror that took up most of the living room was not on the short list of things she expected when she came home. Though she had to admit, it was neat. But that was more because it was something Mom took interest in, not because she had anything to really say about it.
"Yeah, it's kinda neat!" Mikai said as she dropped off her bag near the front door, scratching the back of her head slightly as she came closer to the mirror. "Where'd you get it? It wasn't on sale on TV or something, right?" Considering the TV Shop that had sold cleaning utensils that turned a part of Mimoto into a force of obedient maids not that long ago... She was a little hesitant. Just a little!
Kaoru, her dear Mom, giggled as she patted her dear daughter on the head. All while stepping in front of the mirror with a sweet smile on her face. "Well, it was on sale in the used goods store. Come to think of it, I think Yumeko was the one that sold me this? At least, she looked a lot like her."
"I didn't know Yumeko had a doppelganger." Mikai said, rubbing her chin slightly as she stepped in front of the mirror as well, smiling a little as she looked at herself in said mirror. She was still as short as ever, but something about being right beside her Mom just made her all sorts of fuzzy inside. Ehe. She really needed to take some time off from heroing, arrange something with Hiro so that she could handle things for a little bit. Just so she could go somewhere with Mom and enjoy a nice and quiet day together.
"Now now, just because I thought it was Yumeko doesn't mean it actually was. And besides, do you really want her to hear that?" Kaoru chuckled as she gazed at the mirror herself. Having Mikai standing at her side like this... It reminded her of better times. Not that she wasn't enjoying the times as they were right now... It's just that things had come a long way before they ended up here...
Ah well. No use crying over spilt milk. They made the best of their current lives, and that was more than good enough, wasn't it?
"So why would you ever want a mirror that's heart-shaped?" Mikai asked aloud as she walked closer to the mirror, tapping it slightly with her fingertips before turning towards her Mom. "Does it do anything special? Or does it just reflect things like a normal mirror?" She didn't expect her Mom to have an answer. But hey, if she did, great!
"Why indeed?" Kaoru chimed as she made a heart gesture with her hands, grinning as it was reflected so wonderfully in the mirror. "Why are you a Lion when you transform, dear? And a Wolf? And an Eagle? And a Bear?" She hit her with four rapidfire questions, causing her daughter to blush... "The answer's simple. It's just something that you like. Right?"
Mikai hadn't quite introduced Chimera to her Mom, so it's not like she could say 'it's because I have an ancient predator in my heart and that lets me transform into animal forms', so she instead just nodded and awkwardly laughed. Though at the same time... Those forms had a little bit of meaning, so maybe the mirror...
She blinked for a second. And blinked a couple more times. Not because she didn't believe what she was seeing in the mirror, but more so because of what she was currently looking at instead. Her Mom looked a little... Different...
"Mikaaaaai, it's not nice to staaaaaare. You know Momma doesn't like it!"
Her Mom sounded almost... dumb. No, no, that was mean. She just sounded ditzy. Which wasn't much better, but it served as the pin that kept all of this together...
Because instead of wearing the same comfy sweater and cardigan that she always did, Kaoru was now wearing a big ol' pink shirt with a bunch of small (likely fake) gems woven into it, forming the word 'BIMBO' in the process. A shirt that was dangerously small despite being huge, all thanks to her breasts having seemingly quadrupled in size in a manner of mere moments. Not only that, but her hair had turned extremely blonde, like the kind of blonde that was so obviously fake that it had to have been dyed.
Kaoru's blonde head was further emphasized by her big pink lips that were as glossy as her eyelashes, and that went together extremely well with her incredibly tiny furred vest. Combine that with her incredibly tiny skirt and matching tiny panties that went together soooo well with those long socks that were straining in response to her thick thighs, and those big platform boots? She looked like she was ten... Twenty years younger! And worse, she looked like she wasn't even the kind of girl she had been back then, the kinda gal that just destroyed arcades with her skill! At least, based on the pictures that she had of her and Dad from back then.
"Hellooooo, Earth to Mikai? Like, if you really want to stare at Momma, you just have to ask. But don't just clam up and go quiet on me, 'kay? I really don't like you not talkin’, it makes me all nervous n' stuff." Kaoru said, as she stepped closer to her sweet dear baby. All while reaching out to brush her cheek, making sure not to hit her with her extra glittery and glammy fake nails...
Mikai blinked a couple of times. "Oh, sorry Mom." She actually felt embarrassed that she would make Mom react like that. "Are... Are you okay, Mom? You don't feel like you wanna go out and turn somebody into your bestie or something, right?" She had seen this kind of transformation before. Well, the rough outline of it. And this wasn't the first time that her Mom had been transformed either. So she'd rather not have to beat her Mom to break her free from it.
"Huh? Why'd ya ask something like that? Like, I got my bestie right here. My bestiest bestie, my lil' Mikai!" Kaoru giggled as she pulled her sweet dear daughter into a hug, nuzzling her cheek as she turned toward the mirror. "Hey, hey, lessee how we look in the big love mirror, 'kay? Then we can, like, try out other outfits before we go to town!"
Okay, Mikai wanted to go out with her Mom and enjoy time together. That much was certain. Yet at the same time, she didn't really want to go out while her Mom was transformed. So... So... Uhm...
Was that... Was that her in the mirror? Like, okay, she could deffo recognize her Momma, she was as big and as loud as ever. But, like, was that really her?
Like, okay. Mikai wasn't the most fashionable gal. But did she really go around in a dress shirt that made her look like a student, even if that dress shirt was soooo close to poppin' that she might end up flashing somebody? And what about her skirt, it was soooo short. If it was any shorter, Saki-paisen might throw a fit. Then again, she'd throw a fit regardless cuz she's all uptight...
She was deffo soooo mad when she saw Mikai the first time after her makeover. Like, she was suuuuuper weirded out by Mikai's tan. LIke, what was so bad about a tan? Especially a deep one like hers? She was a natural blonde, why not get a tan that matches that blonde? C'mon, it made too much sense.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't the tan. But why'd she say she shouldn't wear such tall boots? Like, she wanted to stand side by side with her Momma, she had to get those big platform boots! And, like, looking into the mirror right now? Seeing Momma stand shoulder to shoulder with her? It was like, so cool, so sweet!
"I dunno, Momma. Do we really need other outfits?" Mikai said, pushing her chest up a lil' as she dug into her shirt's pocket, pullin' out a lollipop as she started suckin' and slurpin' on it. She always loved something to keep her mouth busy. "I think there's nobody as nice as us in the whole city. So, like, let's just go and have fun. 'kay?"
Kaoru giggled. Her daughter was right. There really were nobody like the two of them. Which meant that they were like, totally gonna wow the town. Or they were all just gonna ignore them. Not like she cared that much.
"Kaaaaaay!" She giggled as she kissed her dear daughter on the cheek, before pulling her along with a great big smile on her face... As long as she was with her daughter, she couldn't be happier. Even if she was completely unaware of the fact that she had been transformed...
Neither of them were aware at all. Much like neither of them realized that they turned back for a few brief moments as they left the direct view of the mirror...
Only to turn back moments later, as something else reflected them. Reflecting their true bimbo selves. Something that the mirror had revealed...
And a property that many reflective surfaces now shared with it, as the bimbo reflections kept on being reflected into other reflective surfaces. Reaching all the way from Mikai's home, all the way into the city...
Where so many more could find themselves reflected into a much more agreeable ditzy self...
---
"Okay. Okay. Tsubasa Sato. You are going to handle this. You can absolutely do this. There's no way you can't. You've been through this in your head over the last week or so. You're not going to mess it up. Alright? Yeah? You got it?"
Tsubasa was nervous. He never really went through the trouble of trying to psych himself up like this. But... B-But he had a date with his Kouhai, Momiji. And she was... W-Well, she was really looking forward to today. So he didn't want to disappoint her.
Even if he didn't really feel like he was worth her love. He was like, a colossal dork. A giant geek. The only reason he had been able to do anything cool was because of Mikai, or failing that, Momiji's own transformed form. Both of them were way cooler than he was, and like...
"You're doing it again, Tsubasa!" Tsubasa shouted as he grabbed ahold of his pillow, the limited-edition Natura Bleu pillow that he had managed to track down just a few weeks ago that he had been looking forward to using, but right now instead of using it like a proper pillow, he was simply digging his hands into it to try and calm himself down. "You're getting in your head! Listen to what they say, both Mikai and Momiji! Both of them believe in you, so don't think you can't do it!"
This scene had played out... At least a couple dozen times over the last week. And now that the day was finally here, he had done it three times since he woke up. And he was on the verge of a fourth. At least he would be, if not for him getting a text...
"Please let this be something good." Tsubasa muttered as he slowly lowered the pillow back onto the bed, sighing for having hurt one of his idols, and whipping out his phone to try and check who had texted him...
...
Why in the world did Mikai look like she was a gyaru reject, and why did her Mom look like an even more obnoxious bimbo?
...
"Alright, I have to be dreaming now. This is like, the kind of dream I have when I'm extremely frustrated." Tsubasa muttered to himself as he slowly put down the phone, sighing as he rubbed his temples.
Either Mikai and her Mom had been turned into Bimbos, or he was dreaming. And he really didn't want to think about why Mikai would've been turned into a Bimbo. Or why she had thought 'Hey, sending a selfie to Tsubasa would be totes cool!'. And he definitely wouldn't do an attempt at Mikai's voice if he wasn't dreaming. So he had to be dreaming, because that was a decent impression...
"Okay. Let's just... Go wash my face, and then go back to bed. And then I'll deal with the whole Momiji situation after I wake up." Tsubasa muttered to himself as he walked into his bathroom.
At least he could just perform his usual 'fall further asleep' rituals, the kind he usually used whenever he ended up lucid dreaming. He wasn't a fan of lucid dreams, they meant that he wasn't a spectator to everything that happened. He really liked the kind of dreams where he was just along for the ride, instead of ones where he had to interact. But at least he could just...
Wash... His face. And then... Then...
...
"I don't look that pretty. Nah. Nuh uh."
Tsubasa was staring into his bathroom mirror. And instead of seeing a very... Plain and average boy that had perverse thoughts on the mind more often than he would like, he saw a very cute looking platinum-blonde gal, who looked like she was ready to like, head out on the town with one of her besties. Even had a cute 'T+M' heart tat on her cheek.
That couldn't be him. Like, he wasn't that pretty. No way. Even without his glasses, he wasn't that pretty. He was like, super duper lame-o. Like, he wouldn't even get last in a fashion contest. He'd be disqualified because he didn't understand anythin' about fashion and just threw on what made him comfortable.
And yet, like... She was kinda pretty, y'know? That girl in the mirror. It couldn't really be.... Uhm... Uh... She was thinkin' of somethin', but like...
Was super hard to think all of a sudden. Like, something just shrunk her brain to the size of a nut. Or like, a peanut. An' that made it real hard to think straight. Like, c'mon...
Did it all end up in her boobies? No, there's no way her smarts were in her boobies. And besides, she wasn't that smart to begin with. But like, they couldn't end up down there. 'Cuz Bleu was always on guard down there! That real cute tat she had gotten done of Bleu was... Suuuuuper dorky. But it was also suuuuuper cute so she had to get it.
Like, Bleu was the coolest of all the Natura. That's why she wore all sorts of merch. So what if it was all stretched out and she didn't fit it very well? She wanted to be with her idol at all times! Nothing was gonna get between her and her idol!
*Ring ring*
"Huh? Like, hold on! Comin'!" Tsubasa got distracted by her own obsessions, to the point where she like, completely forgot that MomiMomi was comin' over! Gosh, she was stupid! Stuuuuupid!
So stupid that she didn't even think to stop and calm down by the time she threw open her door, panting a little because she wasn't prepared to sprint to the front door. "Heeeey... MomiMomiiii..." She was actually right about to collapse, that was how exhausted she had become just from that little sprint.
Momiji blinked as she looked at... The Natura fanatic that was inside of her Senpai's home. She had to blink a couple of times, even rub her eyes, just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. "Uhm. Is... Is Tsubasa there?" She asked meekly. She... She wasn't seeing him, was she..? Was... Was Tsubasa two-timing on her?
"Huh? MomiMomi, don't you, like, recognize me?" Weird. How could MomiMomi forget her? They had become, like, super besties. Okay, so like, she still wasn't nearly as into the kinda stuff that she was, but MomiMomi was still a reaaaally cute and good girl and... Aaaaand...
Her twintails were onnnn fire. Ooops. She was very mad, wasn't she?
"What do you mean I don't recognize you!? Where is Tsubasa-senpai!?" Momiji didn't want to be pranked. Not today. Not when she had the courage to ask him out on a date! NOT WHEN SHE HAD BEEN WAITING ALL WEEK FOR THIS VERY SPECIAL DAY!
"I-I'm her, MomiMomi! Who else would I be?!" Tsubasa whimpered as she fell right onto that big bubbly bimbo butt of hers. MomiMomi was scaaary when she got all worked up. B-But what had she done? It didn't feel right at all, it didn't feel right at all!
Momiji glared into the glasses on the weird girl's head, before her flames just kinda, went out. Just like that. Leaving her blinking as she rapidly rubbed her eyes. "Huh? Like, what was I doing?" It was like... Seeing herself in those glasses, like... Uhm...
It... Uhhh... Crud, she couldn't think of what it did. But like, it did something. Otherwise she wouldn't be having such a problem dealing with her thoughts. And like, uh... Uhhhh... Oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Her paisen was on the ground! And she kinda smelled like fire! Oh, crud, had she been all mean to her? Like, Basa was all sorts of sensitive and delicate for a big booby bimbo nerd, but like, that was part of why she liked her. She had gone too far, hadn't she? Ahhhh, how could she have done that...
W-Well... Okay, maybe she knew a little about why. She had actually tried to like, dress up in red leather like one of those gals that Basa showed her? That uh, Rouge gal? That was the name, right? The gal with the fire? Yeah, she was like, super cool. And since Basa was super cool when she got all worked up, she wanted to try and be cool for her too. But like... Maybe she had gone too far.
Or maybe she just didn't fit the costume right. It was really tight around her breasts, and the pants were deffo torn after she got her butt into 'em...
"D-Don't scare me like that, MomiMomi..." Tsubasa muttered as she slowly got up, dusting herself off. Thank goodness MomiMomi came to her senses. "B-By the way... T-That's not what Rouge normally wears, that was like... A corruption, like, if her heart was all charred black."
Momiji paused as she started blushin'. "S-So... I look like a bad girl?" The gears slowly turned inside her head, as her biiiig twintails started to catch on fire again. "Then... Heh... Ehehe... How about this... B-Bad girl... Takes you for a real ride, huh, 'Hero'?"
It was an incredibly lame and cheesy invite. But Basa couldn't help but blush and smile. "Your ride'll be met with my Justice." She almost sounded cool with that kind of line. Especially as she took MomiMomi's hand...
Regardless of how the two had changed, they were still going on that date. Even if they looked like nerdy bimbos that knew no better...
Even if a certain kind of flame was being stoked inside of MomiMomi, ready to be unleashed if she pushed further down this dommy path...
---
"So. Let me get this straight. We're dealing with a Bimbo Outbreak?"
Hayato sighed as he swiveled in his chair. He had gone through the trouble of making sure all the windows were covered the moment he had gotten the call from Saeko. But this... All of this was just so damn stupid. And to make matters worse, he needed to get supplies for his Mom's pot through a specialty order. An order he desperately needed to be there for, otherwise he'd have to wait another week.
"Outbreak might be a bit excessive." Saeko said, pushing her glasses up slightly as the faint light in the room reflected off them. "Simply put, the bimbos themselves are not infectious. If they were, the selfies I had gotten from Mikai would've turned me." She said, before pausing and sighing as she collapsed on the table between the two. "But I can't enjoy it, knowing that its caused by something that we barely know how to handle! And she looks really cute and hot like that! So does her Mom and I don't want her to know I like that!"
The green-haired boy flicked his yellow bang as he struggled to handle Saeko as usual. One moment she was pathetic and shy and nervous. The next, she'd be airing everything out like this. She had told him before that it was because she could trust that he wouldn't spill the beans, but... Damnit, why did she have to abuse it like this.
"So if they're not infectious, what do we do?" He shot back, trying to flick through options on his phone. All while messaging Ero, trying to see if she had any leads. "It's not like we can stay in here. Either we go out there, get transformed... Or stay in here, let everyone get transformed, and then get transformed when we end up too desperate to leave."
"Yeah... Yeah, those are probably our only two options. All I know is that you kinda see yourself before you end up a bimbo. Or at least that was what Saki said, before she ended up sending me a picture of her looking like a bimbo trying to be an empress." She explained everything she could, before letting out a big ol' sigh again. "And I'm not the one serving her when she really needs it! Imagine what it would be like to be an Empress' favorite servant! It would be the best! The besssst! She'd spoil you rotten when she feels like it, especially if she doesn't have a partner!"
...Hayato had to make sure to never be around her when she was suffering from withdrawal. Otherwise, she'd probably try and do something to him that he would never live down. And given that Ero was already bad enough, having that four-eyed menace think of new and creative methods to bully him...
Nope. Not thinking about it. Best not to think about it. The more time he was devoting to it, the more of a chance there was to his mind just shutting down from how awful the whole experience could be.
"There has to be something we can do." Hayato muttered as he pulled himself up from his chair, walking over towards one of the covered windows. He didn't dare try to pull the blinds away. He wasn't about to intentionally turn himself into a bimbo because he exposed himself to... Whatever it might be.
Saeko sighed as she slowly pulled herself away from the table, rubbing away at her head as she tried to figure out what might be a possible solution. "We could try and transform and see what that might do. If this is anything like a Jõtaijin, then we should be a bit more protected."
She made an excellent suggestion. Even if she wasn't actually able to transform. And even if Hayato's own transformation was nowhere near as solid as a proper Jõtaider transformation.
"Worth a shot at least. What's the worst that could happen?" Hayato wished that he didn't have to say those words. But he reached for his transformation device, hoping that he wouldn't end up causing more problems than what had already happened.
Unfortunately, he didn't even get that far, before the window in front of them shattered. Tearing the blinds apart, all while a giggle echoed from the other side of the window.
"Whoops! Sorry, Hayaaaa! You didn't answer the door when I pushed up against it, so, like, had ta break the window!"
That was Ero's voice. And it had a distinctly more bimboish tone to it. Unfortunately he hadn't picked up on that when he was texting with her. Or had she been able to mask it while they were texting, and it only became... Ah, whatever, it was giving him a headache thinking about how he had been outsmarted by Ero again!
"SEND ME A TEXT NEXT TIME YOU BUCKET OF BIMBO BOLTS!" Hayato shouted as he grabbed the... The...
He didn't even really manage to see what Ero had thrown through the window before he locked eyes with his own reflection in the many shards in front of him. He tried to look away. He really did.
But it was already too late for her, as she huffed and flicked her incredibly long bang. It was a fashion statement, the kind that made her stand out from the other bimbos. But that, like, just made it a pain in the ass to take care of. Like, she didn't like others getting too close. But it was just really hard to maintain that image. Especially since her besties completely ignored her image.
Which was why she was currently in an extra frilly and glitzy pink dress. Ero had, like, taken all of her goth tees last week. And she had taken the ripped jeans too. Leaving her with this incredibly stupid dress that like, was way too tight on her boobs. And the undies she had given her were even worse, really, super duper frilly and not at all nice to wear!
"Ugh. I hate this. Hate this a lot." Hayato muttered as she flicked her long bang, ignoring the way it was turning pink because she wasn't aware that her transformation into a bimbo hadn't fully completed. Nor that she was even transforming in the first place. "Saeko, you there? You're not drooling over things you can't get still, right?"
A desperate giggle echoed from her bespectacled friend. All while her... 'bimbo bestie' quietly rose from the floor where she had collapsed after the window broke. Allowing her to look into those heart-shaped glasses that Saeko wore. Had they always been there..? Whatever, not her problem.
What was her problem was the way that Saeko dressed. Like, it was basically a one-to-one copy of one of the dominant dresses that Mikai had worn. The sleeveless purple dress with the broken heart on the chest, which was cut out to really give a nice look into her cleavage... And couple that with the leggings that ended in those extremely tight looking white boots? Yeah, like, she looked way, way too pleased with herself despite the fact she was basically just ripping off somebody else's outfit.
"I think I've figured it allll out, Hayato..." Saeko giggled as she slowly lumbered towards the bimbo that had been such a bad bimbo when they first met. "You, like, see yourself in my glasses, don't you? Doooon't you?" She was a little... Just a little unhinged. But that's the kinda bimbo she was...
Hayato had to play along, looking into those glasses. "Yeah, I see... My... Self..?" She muttered, as she gradually lost herself. Not to her own reflection, but rather the subtle spiral behind it...
"Ehehe..." Saeko drooled a little as she caught her fellow bimbo before she fell onto her knees. Allowing her to be even closer, so her eyes couldn't possibly look anywhere but her glasses. "That's right. It's alllll about the reflections. But I know how to fight it... Ehe, kinda."
Hayato understood none of that. Mainly because she was entranced by the spiral. Leaving Saeko to gently rub her hands up against those cheeks. Ah, she really just wanted to bully her right now. She had been turned into a big grumpy pseudo-goth bimbo, and that was just... Juuuust too much to pass up on. But she could also fix everything. She could go be the hero...
...Naaaaahhhh. Mikai was the hero. Besides, it was ultimately pretty harmless. It'd all blow over soon. Right now, though?
Right now, Saeko needed to enjoy having this big grumpy dumdum at her fingertips. And it was all thanks to Ero helping her a little, whether she realized it or not...
---
"You... Are sure that you're okay, right, Mikai?"
Mikai giggled as Yumeko seemed awfully non-bimboish. But that just made her all the more cute. Especially when she couldn't stop throwing a couple of looks at her more appealing aspects.
"I'm like, totes alright. What about you, Yume? You're like, sooooo normal. But I'm also like, totes normal, aren't I?" Mikai giggled, not really realizing that there was anything wrong with how she was. Or how Yumeko was for that matter. Like, it was all just how they always were? It wasn't anythin' to worry about. Just gotta stop worryin' and have fun!
Yumeko quietly rubbed her temples as she looked at Mikai once more. Something had turned them all into bimbos. And frankly, she probably should just get turned too. Just so she wasn't left out. But...
Even after being transformed, Mikai was still the same gal she always was. Always nice. Always kind. Always willing to help out, even if she had already been put into a precarious position. It was part of why she had been drawn to her. Part of why she couldn't help but smile every time she looked at her.
"You are, Mikai. You really are." Yumeko simply sighed and hugged her. Even if she was bimbofied, she was still Mikai at her core. And that was all that mattered.
So even as she locked eyes with her, and ended up seeing her own reflection in Mikai's eyes. A reflection that was just as excessively curvy and ditzy as the short girl she loved...
Yumeko knew that as, like, as long as Mikai was there with her?
Everything'd be alright.