“I’m done. I’m done, I’m quitting, I cannot handle another one of these goddamn customers and their bullshit.” Ann bitched to her co-worker as she changed out of her wage-slave uniform at her self-declared rock bottom retail job. “Tomorrow I’m gonna tell the manager right where he can shove it.”

“Uh huh.” Betty idly swiped away at her phone, not even glancing upwards. “Didn’t you say that yesterday? And the day before? And last week? And the week before-”

“Yeah, okay, I get it.” Ann grumbled. “Just let me have this, okay? It’s not my fault my useless degree is worth jack shit in this godforsaken job market.”



“No, I’m pretty sure getting that masters in English is your fault.”



“Thanks for the support, Betty. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” Ann pulled out her own phone and foolishly looked to her dating site profile for any sort of consolation. “Ugh.”

Ann didn’t hide her reaction to the barren wasteland that was her dating site profile’s hits, or lack thereof, barely able to believe her own eyes at just how romantically destitute she was. She’d put herself down as bi and still couldn’t get a single match.

“Still no date?” Betty looked up for once, looking through her tacky thick-rimmed glasses. A rare sign of sympathy?



“No date.”

Ann’s hopes were misplaced as Betty’s usual smirk widened into a cruel smile filled with schadenfreude.

“Couldn’t be me. I’ve got dinner at seven.” Betty boasted, enjoying Ann seething in jealousy. How did she do it? Was it the hairbun that went out of style in the eighties? The tacky jewellery that she justified with some new-age astral power nonsense? The ability to tongue-lash you into next week? For a woman with an aura of unapproachability she seemed to have a new boyfriend every other week. Maybe it was just her huge boobs that she had crammed into that uniform that Ann’s B-cups couldn’t dream of competing with. That was probably it.

“Why are you even still here? With luck like that I bet you could just walk in on whatever job you want and they’d just hand it to you.” Ann half believed it at this point. While Betty worked a dead-end job without complaint, she had a cynical confidence to her that made her feel like she was too good for it and that she was merely walking amongst mortals by being here.



Betty shrugged. “Keeps me humble. What’s your dream job anyway?”

“I dunno… Trophy wife? I’ll settle for trophy girlfriend at this point.” Ann was only half-joking. She might have expressed lofty ambitions to her friends and family on the surface, but after working retail and failing to find a real job for almost two years she was just about done with making a mark, and just wanted some hot moneybags to give her the easy life of sipping pina coladas by the poolside inbetween shopping for clothes she was probably never going to wear. Let her have a sense of entitlement just for once.

“That so?” Betty sounded almost convinced. Perhaps Ann hadn’t put enough sarcasm in her voice? “Maybe I’ll put in a word for you with a gal pal of mine. She likes hopeless cases like you.”

“Don’t even joke about that. See you tomorrow.” Ann waved goodbye as she left to go home to another lonely night of sitting on the couch and barely paying attention to whatever C-tier movie she put on…

–

Ann fumbled with her keys to her apartment door, hoping that it wouldn’t jam this time. The apartment was fortunately cheap enough for her to live without a roommate, but the place was falling apart and the lock either jammed shut or jammed open half the time, not that she had any real valuables worth stealing. It thankfully clicked smoothly open, and Ann staggered in, practically ready to collapse onto the peeling leather of her third-hand sofa.

Yet the moment she stepped through, something seemed different about the atmosphere. Something that tickled her in the back of her mind, unidentifiable yet perceptible, though completely unfamiliar. The source was almost immediately found, as Ann’s heart nearly skipped a beat as she saw a mysterious figure.sitting with her legs crossed on her ageing sofa. The figure slowly stood up, then smiled.

“Welcome home, Ann.” The dark-skinned woman said in a deep, smooth voice, and Ann was immediately entranced by the sounds floating from her thick, painted black lips. Once the initial shock had passed, Ann’s jaw fell dumbly open and would have kept going until it hit the floor had it been possible.

The woman was as glamorous as she was mysterious, dressed like she was on her way to a gala for people with more money than Ann could conceive, a deep black evening dress that propped up the biggest boobs Ann had ever seen in her life that nearly popped her eyes out of their sockets just how huge and perky they were, clearly going without a bra. The dress showed off as much of her legs as possible while maintaining her decency, the front of her skirt a thin strip that hung between her legs, far too bold for Ann to ever conceive of wearing.

She had smooth, dark skin without a single blemish, yet when she managed to tear her eyes away from the smorgasboard that was her perfect hourglass figure, she couldn’t quite tell what the woman’s gorgeous face reminded her of. It was like a perfect combination of every desirable trait from across the world, or at least as many that could be crammed into one face tied together with plush lips and heavy black makeup that gave her a sultry, almost gothy appeal that blended well with the fact that she was obviously an older woman, but one that was more than hot enough that Ann couldn’t care less that she was likely twice her age and wearing it like a crown.  Her raven-black hair completed the ensemble, and it couldn’t help but make her look almost like a witch.

“W-who are you?” Ann finally managed to close her lips long enough to talk, even if she was long flushed red. “How’d you get in?”

The woman chuckled gently, as if it were a stupid question, making Ann feel foolish for asking it somehow.

“I am Ms. Conessa.” She said as if it was more than enough explanation in and of itself. Ann almost felt like it was. “As for how I got in…”

The woman pointed a long, polished black nail at the door, Ann’s eyes naturally following its direction. With a gentle whoosh the door swung open by itself, then closed again.

Oh, Ann quickly rationalised to herself, feeling a sense of relief. She must have forgotten to lock the door, and there was a breeze flapping it open and shut. Ms. Conessa must have come in, locked the door behind her, then waited.

“Well, Ms. Conessa, um, uh…” Ann desperately tried to keep her eyes off of her delicious thighs and attention-seeking cleavage as she stumbled over her words. “What brings you here, to, uh, my humble apartment?”

“An acquaintance of mine told me about you, Ann.” Ms. Conessa said mysteriously. “Of your woes, romantic and otherwise. I thought myself the solution to all of those things and more.”



The woman was hot enough that Ann was more than willing to overlook the fact that she seemed rather melodramatic. She looked like the type who would say things like that she was part of a coven and have an encyclopaedic knowledge of horoscopes, and Ann didn’t care in the slightest when boobs like that were within groping range. Based on the way she was dressed Ann had high hopes for a dinner date in her near future, and was already worrying about what she’d wear. She didn’t have anything half as sexy or formal as that, and she was on such short notice…

“Now, Ann,” Ms. Conessa said in a husky, almost purring voice that made Ann’s heart skip a beat. “I find myself particularly sympathetic towards your plight. Hasn’t the world just been so unfair to you? The truth is, you wish you didn’t have to work so hard, don’t you?”



In her almost overwhelmed state, Ann found herself nodding. It was phrased a little melodramatically, but she’d be lying if it wasn’t true.

“And I don’t mean just getting a job. You wish you didn’t have to get one in the first place, right?” Ms. Conessa started strutting towards her, hips rocking hypnotically. Ann hesitated for a moment, feeling like this was getting sketchy, but felt almost obligated to be honest and nod.

“Well… maybe. Doesn’t everybody?” Ann laughed sheepishly. “So, um, sorry to cut to the chase, but do you want to go out, or…?”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Ms. Conessa smiled, placing a long, delicate finger on Ann’s lips, a gesture that had Ann almost swooning, being an absolute sucker for the dramatic types. Her lips tingled as she lifted it, feeling strange, like there was static electricity running through her, but not enough that she felt zapped. The sensation lingered, and Ann couldn’t help but bring her own fingers to her lips, which seemed much puffier than they did a moment ago.

“My lipth feel funny.” Ann lisped slightly, bringing her long fingernail away from them. Were her fingernails always that long? She stared down at them, wondering how she hasn’t noticed that they were bordering on an inch long, and looked almost… painted? That didn’t make any sense, she never even used nail polish, and kept her nails trimmed short!

“Did you do something?” Ann asked, feeling like her lips were definitely bigger somehow. An allergic reaction to something on her finger? They didn’t feel swollen, just bigger. Ms. Conessa simply laughed slightly disconcertingly as she casually sat back down on the sofa and crossed her legs, her plump thighs just barely hiding a glimpse at her panties.

“No, seriously, what did you do?” Ann was becoming more concerned, starting to feel strange, the tingling sensation spreading across her face while it raced from the tips of her fingers up her arm.

“Why don’t you take a look?” Ms. Conessa gestured at a tall mirror placed in the corner of the room, just out of Ann’s peripheral vision. Since when had that been there? Ann hurried over, gawking in surprise at what she saw. It was her own face, but barely recognisable, caked in glittery pink eyeshadow and lipstick on pillowy folds at least twice as big as they had been before. The makeup was garishly bright, making her eyelashes look twice as thick and long while her eyelids had a heavy layer of pink. Her lips were as pink as the rest,

“What the hell!? I look like a complete bimbo!” Ann exclaimed, feeling like the entire surreal situation had taken a turn for the absurd. “Is this Betty’s idea of a joke or something? Did she do this when I nearly fell asleep at work? Maybe I did fall asleep at work! Oh my god, if I looked like this the whole way home I’m just gonna die…”



“You look simply ravishing like that, darling.” Ms. Conessa offered from the sofa.

“Well at least one of us is happy, Mrs. Cornessa.” Ann shot her a dirty look. “I’ll get Betty to do your makeup next time too.”

“Ms. Conessa.” Her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she corrected her.

“Whatever! Ugh, this is the worst…” Ann groaned, looking back at her reflection in despair. It felt like it got heavier the longer she looked at it, and to make matters worse, she was finding more things to complain about each time, like how chubby her face looked. In fact, when she looked down, she noticed that her whole body looked heavier than she remembered, her clothes noticeably tight, particularly around the belt. Maybe ordering pizza every other day of the week had finally caught up with her, and she had just been in denial until now. Ann was wearing a simple t-shirt over some jeans, which didn’t help her feel underdressed next to the classy Ms. Conessa.

“Look, can you give me a minute? I need to wash this off, and I’ll get changed into something more presentable than this.” Ann tried to leave the room, but found herself shut down by Ms. Conessa’s piercing gaze, as if she couldn’t leave her sight without her permission.

“Whatever for? You want to impress me, no? Then stay right here, exactly as you are.” Ms. Conessa smiled, but her eyes didn’t stop freezing her in place.

“So, um, we’re not going out?”

“Later, certainly, after I’ve had my fun.” Ms. Conessa said very suggestively.



“I’m, uh, more about, like, getting to know each other a little better first…” Ann mumbled, although she knew that if that dress came off she would be the last person to say no. She tugged at her belt, forced to loosen a notch and turning as bright as her makeup as she embarrassed herself in front of her. She turned back to the mirror to find the situation rapidly deteriorating, as she seemed to have gone beyond a little thick to distinctly chubby, her neck filling out into the beginnings of a second chin. Her arms were visibly flabby, and she could feel her thighs pressing into her jeans with little room to spare.

“Oh my god, was I always this fat?” She muttered, bringing her hands to her puffy cheeks, acutely aware of what was clearly a pot belly poking out of her shirt. On the bright side, her boobs seemed a lot bigger, although still nowhere near the dark-skinned lady she could see over her shoulder. She was so distracted by her body that she barely noticed that her hair was turning sandy-blonde, far from its original dark shade of brown.

“Of course not, dear.” Ms. Conessa said as if she was stupid.

Ann turned around with a slight wobbled to her belly.

“Well, yeah, obviously.” Ann said with a weary look. “I know my profile picture is out of date, you don’t have to remind me.

Ms. Conessa suddenly laughed, echoing around the room as she tilted her head back in a genuine sign of amusement, rather than the smugness he had shown before.

“Oh, I knew you were perfect! Why, I’ve hardly done anything to you and you’re already this adorably dim!”

If Ann wasn’t red before, she was now.

“Alright, listen Miss whoever-you-are, I’ve had a long day, and I don’t care how hot you are, I’m not gonna let you speak to me like that.” Ann was so annoyed she didn’t care that she was making her attraction obvious even when talking back to her. “So maybe I got a little out of shape, and maybe Betty pulled this practical joke on me, and maybe I didn’t really notice either until now, but that doesn’t mean you can laugh at me like I’m an idiot!”

“Oh, darling, I’d love to sit back and watch a little longer, but it seems you just won’t get it unless I spell it out for you.” Ms. Conessa chuckled.

“Spell out what exactly!?” Ann growled.

“Look in the mirror a little longer, you silly girl!”



Bristling with indignation, Ann looked back, and this time her jaw fell open, emphasising her freshly grown second chin. The Ann that looked back at her wasn’t just chubby or plump, but a total fatty who was well past letting herself go. She had broad, cherubic cheeks and a hefty chin, and arms that filled out her t-shirt sleeves and continued down into thick tubes of fat that squashed and wobbled with each movement. Her jeans were hanging on for dear life as her thighs had almost doubled in thickness, and she had thick love-handles spilling over the sides of her painfully tight jeans, Ann forced to completely undo her belt even in her stupor, gasping as she feed her sagging gut that was starting to bulge out almost a good foot from her previous flat stomach. Her hips had gone well past her shoulders and were almost the width of the mirror, forcing her to take a step back to fit her entire self within the frame.

On the bright side, as bloated as the rest of her body was, her breasts seemed to be taking great strides to not just catch up, but overtake. Her body felt heavy enough as-is, but her chest was the heaviest, having grown to almost the size of her head. Her top was somehow clinging on, but had been pushed up by

“W-what? How!? What’s…!?” Ann was speechless as it finally hit her that she hadn’t gotten fat, she was getting fat, and fatter by the second! As she was absorbed by her reflection in the mirror she could watch herself slowly growing outward, fat piling on and making her a little wider, a little softer, a little bigger. Her increasingly overweight body clashed with the gaudy makeup on her face, her fat lips the only part that seemed to fit in, falling open again as she realised that her hair had turned a distinctly bright shade of blonde, and was getting lighter still.

“Ah, so you finally caught on.” Ms. Conessa clapped her hands together. “That’s the longest I’ve ever seen it take somebody!”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Ann started to panic and run her hands through her bright blonde hair. “What the hell is doing this?”

“Why don’t you take a guess?” Ms. Conessa suggested.

“You, obviously! You, you… whatever you are!” Ann brandished a finger with an incredibly long bright pink nail at her, but for some reason couldn’t manage more than that. She felt like she ought to go over there and put her new weight to good use and crush her until she got an answer out of her, but instead she felt like she was stuck across the room, unable to be anything more than a show for her. Her head was starting to feel funny, like it was full of pink fog, as pink as her painted lips.

“Good guess, darling! But the better question is, how?”



“Like, how should I know!?” Ann shouted, chest bouncing in indignation. She heard her jeans rip as her thighs tore through the denim, giving her some precious relief as her hips grew well beyond the viewing area of the mirror once again. She was almost three times as wide as when she had started, and was still growing, while her boobs had officially individually overtaken her belly in size, which seemed to have diminishing returns over time.

“Go on, take your best guess!”

“Ugh, fine! You put something on my lips, and that did it!”



“And that something is?”



Ann was forced to think through her brain fog for an answer. “Um, some kind of special chemical that makes you get fat?”



“A special chemical? Really?” Ms. Conessa seemed unimpressed as she folded her arms.

“Then, you secretly injected me with something! A special virus, or, like, whatever!”



“What kind of virus could do that to you?” Ms. Conessa pointed out the obvious. “I must say, darling, you have quite the overactive imagination.”



“Then, like what is it!?” Ann whined. She was out of ideas, and it wasn’t like she could come up with any better ones with how pink and foggy her head was. Her body was still getting bigger too, her t-shirt holding on for dear life as her ass shredded the back of her jeans. She looked over her shoulder at the mirror, in awe of just how much junk in the trunk she had, enough to squash Ms. Conessa against the armrest of the sofa were she to sit down. If she got much bigger, there wouldn’t be room for anybody but her.

“As much as I enjoy it, must you be so oblivious? It’s magic, darling. Obviously!”

“But…” Ann stared at Ms. Conessa like she was stupid, cocking her head slightly in a way that made Ms. Conessa’s heart skip a beat with how genuinely clueless she looked. “Magic isn’t real.”



“Then just how do you explain the fact that you’ve quadrupled your weight in as many minutes, darling?”



“Yes, well, that’s, um, like, well…” Ann’s mouth attempted to stall for time while her brain came up short. Despite everything about her situation, there was a part of her brain, the part full of common sense, that refused to admit defeat. Surely, there must be a logical explanation for it! Feeling like the pink fog had taken up most of the space in her head, Ann attempted to use the last of her remaining brainpower to solve this conundrum.

Ms. Conessa watched as Ann visibly tried to concentrate through her clouded brain, the gears grinding in her head while she struggled for an explanation. But there wasn’t one, and she was merely burning what little mental energy she had left trying to avoid a foregone conclusion. She closed her eyes as the pink fog overtook her worn-up brain, eyes scrunched shut in

concentration. For a moment she was focusing so hard that it was holding back the pink fog, determined not to give into the illogical situation she found herself in, until all of a sudden, with a mighty tearing sound, her ballooning breasts tore free of their fabric prison and flopped out onto her gut, her bra-strings having snapped long ago, the useless undergarment falling to the ground in defeat.

And then, finally, thanks to this momentary distraction it was like a balloon in her head that had been growing and taking up all available space finally burst, leaving nothing but concentrated pink fog between her ears. Ann’s eyes opened again, and when she did there was no spark of intelligence left, the shine having gone out of them.

“Oh! Magic! Duh!” Ann’s lips curled into a dopey smile as she let out a vapid giggle. “That, like, totes explains everything! Ooh, I bet you used magic to, like, get in here too!”



“Clever girl!”



“You’re, like, a witch? That’s so cool, I always wanted to meet a witch…” Ann bubbled. “I went as a witch once for halloween, but, like, you’re way sexier than my costume, and, like, way more magical too!”



“Is that so, darling?”



“Hey, am I gonna get any bigger? Because I’m, like, kinda huge right now, ya know?” Ann seemed rather relaxed as she squeezed her breasts for emphasis, liberated from the panic that had seized her before. Her clothing was in tatters, mostly on the floor or hanging around her shins where her fat wasn’t concentrated enough to pop off what was left, but she didn’t seem to care that she was almost naked. Everything was pink now, and pink was nothing but bubbles. Her immensity was more of a source of curiosity than anything.

“I’d say you’re about the right size now, darling. I wouldn’t mind going a little bigger, but it gets inconvenient past a certain point. You’ve never been more beautiful, you know.” Ms. Conessa smiled, speaking in a gentler tone.



“Good, cause, like, I don’t think I’d be able to fit through the doorway if I got any bigger. And I know, right? I’m liking this way more than I thought I was gonna. I never wanted to get fat ‘cause I thought everybody would think I was ugly, but, like, I’m super sexy now, so whatever! Plus, I can eat whatever I want and not have to worry about getting fat!”

“Oh, you’re perfect!” Ms. Conessa sighed appreciatively. “I knew you just needed a little push in the right direction. Sure, you’re a little dimmer now, but I think you were already quite the airhead, and definitely a happier one now that you’ve embraced that role”



“I don’t think this is a little!” Ann fell into a fit of giggling from her own cheap joke instead of focusing on Ms. Conessa admitting to frying her brain, her body shaking like jelly. Ms. Conessa was into fat chicks, and she was into Ms. Conessa, so she didn’t really care what anybody else thought. It was as simple as that. And if she was into dumb chicks too, well, thinking was hard anyway. It’d always been too hard, and had been totally stressing her out. Not thinking at all seemed way easier!

“Oh, and my makeup is totes adorbs too.” Ann added, appreciating her pretty pink lipstick, eyeshadow, and now almost platinum blonde hair. Oh, and her cute nails too. She’d always wanted to try blonde at least once, why not now? “Thanks for that!”

“Oh, you figured it out?” Ms. Conessa was starting to think that Ann might be a bit sharper as a bimbo, or at least more observant.



“Yeah, you were way too into it so I figured it was you too. Like, no way Betty has taste this good.” Ann grinned dumbly. “But if you like it so much, like, why aren’t you pretty in pink right now?”



“I’m afraid it just doesn’t fit my image, dear.” Ms. Conessa sighed wistfully. “Were it up to me, I’d be wearing pink and be a few hundred pounds heavier, and perhaps liberated of my grand intelligence, but alas, I have a reputation to maintain.”



“Aw, but you’d be so cute! Come on, we can do each others’ makeup together!” Ann seemed legitimately disappointed.



“Perhaps someday.” Ms. Conessa said dramatically. It seemed that even a woman who seemed to have endless confidence was bound by the perceptions and expectations of others. But if the world  “Even if I were to try it out for a spell, per say, undoing such magic is no simple feat in terms of energy required, so I can’t simply do it on a whim for an afternoon or so. For now, let’s just enjoy each other’s company. I believe you were in need of a date?”



“Oh, yeah, I haven’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend in, like, forever.” Ann freely admitted. “It was, like, getting depressing. So I really wanna go on a date right now, but I don’t think I have anything that fits anymore. We can snuggle and watch Netflix if you want though!”



“Fear not, I’ll fix that right now.” Ms. Conessa stood up and waved her hand at Ann, her rags vanishing in and instant and being replaced with a properly fitting outfit in the next. Ann gasped and turned to look at herself in the mirror, finding herself in a pair of tight denim booty shorts, pink thigh-highs, some cute pink flat heels, as she was far too heavy for high heels at this point, and a bright pink tube top with BIMBO written on it in glittery cursive text, barely covering half her chest as her tremendous melon-sized cleavage bulged out of the top. Ms. Conessa had also taken the liberty of accessorising with gem-encrusted bracelets, a choker with a large heart on it, huge hoop earrings, and to match her choker, a heart-shaped jewel belly piercing. Her entire belly was hanging out putting it proudly on display.

“This is so cute!” Ann squealed, finally breaking through her magically induced position and stomping over to smother Ms. Conessa in a huge hug, the dusky witch looking like she was in heaven as she vanished beneath Ann’s massive belly and boobs. Ann eventually freed the now dazed-looking witch, finally noticing the fact that the sun was going down.

“And we’ll go buy you as many cute outfits as you want, darling. You won’t have to worry about a single thing, just let me take care of you and give you the perfect easy life you’ve always wanted. It’ll be my treat.”

“But where are we gonna go? Everything’s closed by now.” Ann pointed out, as she attempted to swoon in her magical sugar momma’s arms, only for Ms. Conessa to hastily use levitation magic to avoid her immediately crushing her with her weight.



“Then we’ll go where the sun is high!” Ms. Conessa declared, snapping her fingers as she and her new oversized bimbo girlfriend vanished without a trace…

–

The next two weeks were a pink blur for Ann, travelling around the country and then the world for a non-stop dating fiesta, spent mostly shopping, eating, and then going back to whatever hotel Ms. Conessa booked them into for some fun, Ann truly learning to appreciate her body. Wherever she went she turned eyes, not necessarily for good reasons, being a tremendously obese woman with the fashion and attitude of a future trophy wife who’d never had to use a braincell in her life. She went where she wanted, bought whatever she wanted, and had not a single care in the world as she turned into a walking ball of fat and self-indulgence enabled by Ms. Conessa and her seemingly bottomless purse. Her magical partner was there all the way, entranced by Ann’s hedonism and bubbly attitude, in a similar state of bliss as she endlessly spoiled her new girlfriend.

Although Ann stunned crowds everywhere she went, even the slightest impulse of self-consciousness had been driven from her zonked-out head, driven only by comfort and short-term pleasure, perpetually walking around with a bag of shopping under one arm and some sort of drink with a day’s worth of calories in it in the other, and when she wasn’t she was either lounging by the hotel pool in a scandalous bikini that was enough to cover the torso of a slimmer woman or in bed with Ms. Conessa.

Alas, their honeymoon period inevitably had to end. Ms. Conessa had taken several weeks out of her schedule to devote to nothing but Ann, but even Ann knew she had to take a break eventually. As good as living a life of nothing but sugar day in day out was, Ms. Conessa had assured her that she could experience nearly as much sugar back home while Ms. Conessa devoted herself to witchy business. Ann had been curious about Ms. Conessa’s house anyway, knowing it mostly as the place that all of her shopping got teleported to, seeing as she had bought enough clothes for a year already.

After a romantic dinner and a night of fun Ms. Conessa snapped her fingers one last time, bringing them to her enormous mansion home in some sort of tropical locale perfect for helping Ann achieve the perfect golden tan that she felt was missing from her bimbofication. The place was huge, impressing Ann even by the standards of wealth the witch had set for her. Personally she had expected something more like a witch’s lair, but it seemed fitting enough that Ms. Conessa lived in essentially a giant dollhouse. According to Ms. Conessa, material wealth was simple for any competent witch to obtain, and anybody who lived in shabbier conditions was essentially a self-imposed lifestyle. Ann would have liked to say that pre-bimbofication she could have respected such a lifestyle, but deep down she had always been easily impressed by opulence and dreamed of living in a giant mansion anyway. In the end, her bimbofied self had simple drawn out her less classy side and put it on display.

Ten minutes after being told to settle in and excitedly waddling into the mansion, Ms. Conessa found Ann wadding back out to find her with a distinctly unamused expression on her face, the first time she had seen her wear it since their honeymoon started.

“Uh, I have, like, just one question.” Ann said somewhat icily in her valley girl tone of voice.

“Yes, darling?”

“Why are there eight other girls in this house who look just like me?

There was a pause.

“Did I forget to mention them?”



“You, like, most certainly did forget!” Ann almost shouted. “There’s like a million girls already here and they’re all fat and blonde and have great fashion sense!”



“There’s nothing wrong with having a type, darling.”

“Most people don’t go around turning half the gals they meet into their type! How many times have you done this?”



“You’d make the ninth, darling, not including girls I’m not currently in a relationship with. Don’t worry though, I love all of you equally!”

“Oh my god.” Ann put her head in her hands as Ms. Conessa put on a cutesy face of innocence. This was going to be a lot…

When Ms. Conessa had confessed to her on one of her dates that if she could, she’d have an entire world of obese vapid dumb blondes (including herself, if it were finally socially acceptable), Ann hadn’t expected her to attempt to make her dream a reality on a micro scale. Ms. Conessa had made herself an entire harem of fat spoiled bimbos who all lived in a giant dollhouse and, as

However, once she got over her initial disappointment that she wouldn’t have Ms. Conessa all to herself, she found herself getting along with the other girlfriends much better than she thought. She figured that a gaggle of ditzy blondes would be all catty with each other all of the time, but they quickly bonded over their mutual vapidity and love of Ms. Conessa. Although they were all eager to compete to monopolise as much of her time and attention as possible, it was hard to get mad at other girls who were for better or worse exactly like herself. If nothing else, it made their days of essentially whiling time away in the mansion or going on shopping trips while waiting for their magical girlfriend to return.

 Ann had perhaps thought herself unique thanks to her combination of obesity and beautiful airheadedness, but it seemed that she was just part of Ms. Conessa’s crowd. Before long she had blended in, and at times it seemed to outside observers that they were all one big hive mind of obese bimbos separated only by minor differences in appearance and ethnicity, so similar in taste and style that they were always constantly agreeing with each other. It helped that Ms. Conessa seemed to be true to her word and didn’t prioritise any one over the other, loving each of her spoiled girlfriends equally, even if there was much competition over how many she could fit into her bed.

And yet despite this certain lack of individuality and being forced to share, Ann ultimately couldn’t care less. She had her ideal spoiled trophy girlfriend lifestyle, and as long as she could shop, eat, and be loved like the perfect pet, never having to think a more stressful thought than what to wear and eat today. She did have one lingering thought though, as she reflected on how she must have completely disappeared off the face of the earth to most, and that was what Betty would think if she saw her now…