Melissa was the smartest student in my FCS class (that’s home ec to you old folks.) She noticed the other girls acting loopier and came by my house to ask me if I thought someone was dealing drugs. I told her she should respect the chance that they are changing.
“How” she asked me. “Most of us are done with puberty, it’s senior year.”
This was true, but of course she did not know about the secret ingredient I had been lining the mixing bowls with.
“Well sure, but some develop later and have a harder time adjusting. Just look at you.”
“What about me?”
“Well, if you don’t mind my saying, your chest is quite bigger than it was just a week ago. You used to be quite flat. Are you even wearing a bra right now.”
“Mr. Johnson! I… I don’t think that’s appropriate. And besides, I am just a late bloomer.”
“But didn’t you just say you were all done with puberty, being a senior and all?”
“I did but…”
“You know, it is rare, but not unheard of for young women to get very confused when they suddenly change like this. The pleasant sensation of their new flesh jiggling can distract them.”
“That can’t be true.”
“Well if you’re so sure, why don’t you give them a good bounce? Go ahead, prove me wrong.”
“That’s just silly.”
“OK, show me, just hop up and down a few times.”
“Oh! Fine!” Melissa hopped up and down, bouncing her new juggs nicely and unknowingly releasing the chemicals her mammary glands now produced, increasing her libido and decreasing her focus. “oh.”
“See? Now why don’t you give them a good shimmy side to side.”
“I… yeah sure.” She did so, shocked to find herself giggling a little.
“Yeah, I think I know what is happening.”
“Oh no, what?”
“Don’t worry, we just have to figure out some other stuff. It is not unusual for late bloomers.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if I am right, exposing those things to the air will have an interesting effect. Why don’t you unbutton your top?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Well of course you don’t you’re distracted from all that jiggling.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you remember? Maybe you should shake them some more to remind yourself.”
“Oh, OK.” She laughed as she did so.
“Now unbutton.”
“Okiedokie” she giggled and struggled with the buttons before popping out her new mounds. “there!”
“Now Melli, some girls, especially late bloomers like you, get very excited exposing their breasts.” I told her as the drug cocktail those tits now produced made her very susceptible to suggestion.
“Excited? Like, how?” She asked swaying side to side slowly.
“Well, they get very aroused.”
“Ummm… I think I forgot what that means. Oh wait that means horny!”
“That’s right. So I want you too keep on jumping, and if you get so horny you can’t take it any more you stop and tell me.”
She started to jump, obviously getting more turned on with each bounce of her tits. She bit her lip and hopped for five minutes and forgot to stop when she told me “Oh Mr. Johnson! I can’t take it no more!”
“OK, Melli, you can stop jumping I think I know what is going on now.”
“Ooooo what?” She asked in a dopey voice as she still bounced on her heels.
“Well, most late bloomers are natural bimbos. So you are just becoming the dizzy, horny bimbo you were meant to be.”
“Bimbo? But I’m, like, smart!”
“You were smart, but do you even remember what aroused means?”
“Aroused?”
“Yes, you just said what it means a minute or two ago.”
“I did?”
“Yes, so what does it mean?”
“Ummm… I forgot.” She played with her hair.
“It means horny.”
“Ohhhhh I am soooo horny!” She laughed as she pried my legs apart and ground against me.
“Well most bimbos are.”
“So I’m, like a bimbo?”
“Well, let’s be sure. Come into my room. I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard and it will make your fun new titties bounce a lot. When they bounce you might feel yourself getting dumber, and if you feel good while you are getting dumber, you must be a bimbo.”
“Oh, that’s a really smart idea.” She jumped up and down more, eager to get out of her pants as I led her to my bedroom. She fell willingly back on the bed and spread her legs and immediately. I plunged right in.
“Ahhhh there,” I groaned as her delicious flesh bounced faster than ever below me, “do you feel yourself getting dumber?”
“Uhhhh… oooo… I dunno…”
“Well, do you, uh, remember why you came here?”
“To fuck?”
“Not originally. What class do I teach?”
“Ahhh…ohhh… I dunno.”
“Well, how do you spell your name?”
“Oooooo… ahahahahhhh… ohhh… I can’t remember! I must be gettin dumber!” She giggled and moaned.
“Well, let’s make sure. Recite the alphabet.”
“Ummmmm…oooo… recite?”
“Say the alphabet, what are the letters, from thhhhe beginning.”
“ohhhh… A… B… A… B… A B A B A B…oooooooo… I am a dummy!”
“And do you feel good too?”
“Oh, like totally!” She cooed and laughed, squeezing her tits as I pumped, instinctively knowing that is where her new stupidity and arousal came from, and therefor her happiness.
“Then you are definitely a bimbo.”
“Oh yay! Oh, but… but…ooooo… wut about collij?”
“Oh don’t worry. You don’t need that. I am helping a bunch of new bimbos, there are an awful lot of you this year. You can all live in a hotel I own in the city and men will pay me to come there to fuck you and I will take care of you.”
“You mean I get to fuck more!?” She could not contain her excitement and I could barely contain mine.
“All day every day.”
“Yay! I love bein a bimbo!”
“All the smart girls do.”