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The dream they awaken from is the same, no matter the woman. A flash of powerful erotic images bursting in their brains like fireworks. Hot, sweaty bodies enveloping their own, hands caressing softly and grabbing roughly, their innermost folds penetrated
to nearly excruciating limits of endurance, hot tongues and eager mouths seeking and finding each other. Tits feeling like throbbing, massive clits mashed beneath hands or sucked on hard, causing orgasms so intense that the feelings below the waist almost
get eclipsed - but just almost.
"Orgasm". They thought they knew the meaning of the word but the lightning bolt of pleasure that peaks in their pussies and sets off every neuron in their brain proves them wrong. Each woman awakens screaming, moaning, thrusting against imaginary hips and hands
and mouths, having had the most powerful orgasm of their lives.
And with that orgasm, an image - themselves, but changed, bodies altered into pure pleasure factories. Tits enlarged, curves softened, assess more pillowy, lips that tingle and pout. The very image of a bimbo . . .
They shake off the powerful orgasm, some more reluctantly than others, and feel sick at their memory of their being a bimbo. They are all powerful women, women proud of being in control of themselves and their lives. They'd never admit to a part of them wanting
to feel that way again.
At least, not yet.
As they awaken, a glowing parchment unfurls by their bedsides, filled with a neon pink script that glitters and sparkles.
You have been selected by powerful beings to complete in a great challenge! Across the multiverse, women of great power, intelligence and strength are awakening as you awaken now - with waves of pure pleasure and a hint of what failure may bring. Yes, we did
say "failure" for those who fail this challenge will become in common parlance what you would call a "bimbo". Many, if not all of you, will find the very idea horrifying but we can assure you that you will not mind the change once failure is complete! Just
think back to your dream and you will know we speak the truth.
Ah, but how to win? And what do you win? What are the rules?
The what? The answer is thus - you can win ultimate power. No exaggerations, no tricks - reality will be yours to warp and reshape on command. No enemy could stand against you and no ally would fall with you beside them. You could rule the world or simply protect
it from those who would do it harm, all with but a thought.
The how? Simply do not have sex for 24 hours. Seems simple enough, yes?
But what are the rules? You must go about your normal routine during these 24 hours - no hiding or locking yourself away - but how you dress, whom you tell and what you do is up to you . . . to a point. Every 3 hours, you will experience a setback of some kind
as your body or mind will have one characteristic of a "bimbo" grafted onto it. If you survive the 3 hour period without succumbing to carnal desires, the characteristic vanishes and is replaced by another. Should you fail, your handicap remains and you must
overcome it alongside the next handicap and the next. Failures cascade, obviously, so be warned! Oh, and as an added punishment, any characteristic you fail to overcome will become a permanent part of your life! Attempting to break the rules by hiding yourself
away will be considered an immediate forfeit and you will become a bimbo immediately.
If you find one of your friends or associates is a fellow contestant, you may work together but be warned! Only one of you per universe may be declared the winner!
Good luck, contestant! May your success be glorious and your failure be satisfying beyond imagining!"
As the parchment floats gently down into their hands, they feel a tingle and blink as the parchment dissolves into glitter and their skin feels briefly flush, as if with fever. Much to their annoyance, their nails are now bright pink!
With this physical change, they know deep down that they've now begun the Bimbo Challenge . . . whether they want to or not!
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