I reached the living room. Silvery light flooded in. Moony light. I went to the couch and stared out the window behind it up at the moon. She was all roundy and full and almost smilying down at me. She must be so happy. I bet she was being fuckyed by stars all the time.
I clasped my hands together. Why did I feel saddy? I shouldn’t be saddy. I should be happy. I was about to marry Eric. I would be his bimboy-wife and bimboy-priestess and look all pretty in my whitey bridey dress and be so joyful, so why…
Why was I saddy?
Why had me and him stopped being friends. I almost could remember. It was so hazy. The past. When were kiddies, we always played together. I thought I would marry him and be so happy, then… then… Why did we stop being friends?
“Oh, Goddess Mrs. Juarez,” I prayed, closying my eyes, “I wanna know why I stopped likeying Eric and why I stopped being his friend and was so meany to him. Why, why, why? I lovey him. Please, greaty Goddess Mrs. Juarez, answer my prayers and help me to stop being so saddy and be happy and always have loveyed Eric. Pleasey please, amen!”
A golden light shone from me. I gasped and turned around to see the light becoming a figure. I blinked as another girl appeared. She had red hair like me and round boobies and green eyes and she had a bush, which I didn’t because I shaved. She blinked.
“What the fuck?” she gasped and clapped her hands over her bush and her arm over her boobies. “You’re me!”
“You’re me!” I gasped, staring at this blushing version of me. She didn’t look like a bimbo.
“What the heck is going on?” Other Me asked.
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The Bimbo’s Naughty & Kinky Miracle
Tina Waters – Original Version
I swallowed as I stared at this strange… copy of myself. She was naked, like I was, and seemed like an airhead. She stared at me with this look of empty joy on her face, a faint glow shining around her like she had a halo or something.
“I’m so gladdy you’re here!” she squealed, her hands clapping together. “I prayed so hardy to the greaty Goddess! Ooh, ooh, I have so many questiony questions! Yeppers, I do!”
“You have questions?” I gasped as she babbled almost nonsense. “What is going on?”
“I prayedy so hardy to know why I’m all saddy because I stopped being friendsies with Eric and now we’re getting married and I’m gonna be his wifey-bimbo and lovey him and have his babies and I stopped likying him and I don’t get why and I needed to stop being saddy because I lovey him and now you’re here to tell me why!” She sucked in a breath after saying all that all in one go. “Ameny!”
“What?” I asked at that string of nonsense that poured out of her. “Bimbo? Just what is going on?” My brain hurt. I didn’t even remember how I got here. I was in… Eric’s living room. I used to come here all the time. We were friends as kids.
The airhead me focused her gaze on me, her hands on her hips. She looked… serious. Almost comically so. “Why did we stop being his friend?” She spoke that carefully, with such effort like it was hard for her to say something normal. She panted like it took effort. “I thought we loveyed him since we were kiddies and he was friendsies and why were we not friendsies!
I swallowed as this horrible guilt washed through me. Was I being punished or something? “I did… love him.” My cheeks burned. I used to have such a crush on Eric. When we were kids, we’d play house and I just knew he would be my husband when we grew up. I believed that for a long time until… “It’s just… he wasn’t very popular at school.”
The other me blinked like she didn’t understand.
“He was sort of a loner,” I said. “He didn’t hang out with too many people. Not that popular, and my other friends, my girl ones, hated him. They made me feel ashamed to be like him. That I must be a loser, too, for defending him and…” The guilt really swept through me. “I wanted to be popular. I wanted to fit in with my other friends. It was so important to me. So I had… I had to push him away. I hurt him doing that, but I just couldn’t help it. I didn’t want–”
She slapped me.
My hand snapped to the side, pain flaring across my cheek. I gasped and stumbled. I touched my face, tears stinging my eyes. I rubbed at where she slapped me and glanced back at her. She was shaking with such anger.
“That’s so dummy!” She stepped her foot petulantly. “Who cares what others think? Thinkying is so dummy anyways! You loveyed him and so you hurty him just so dummy girls would be your friend. Our friend. Why were we so dummy? Why! Why! Why!”
I swallowed, wracked by guilt. “I mean… He started getting gross. He watched porn.”
It sounded so lame as I said it.
“So whaty? I lovey porn.” She glared at me. “You loveyed porn, too! I can membery rubbing my pussy and thinky about Eric and watching pornies and cummying and then feeling all baddie which was so dummy because I loveyed Eric and still wouldn’t ever never be with him and just said meany thingies to him! So dummy! Why?”
She was so angry at me. I glanced down at her left hand. She did have an engagement ring on there.
“Because I hated myself,” I whispered. “I was mean to him because… I chose to be popular over him. I was scared of being ostracized and bullied like he was. I didn’t want that. I was too chicken, so I was angry, and… I lashed out at him. I called him all the things I felt. I was terrible. Disgusting. So I threw it on him. If I forced myself to hate him, I would stop feeling bad about it. I was so mean to him and yet…” I took her hand and brushed the engagement ring. “He’s still marrying you? Me?”
“He loveys me!” she said and smiled. “He lovey dovey loveyes me!”
“Why?” I asked her, my entire body shaking. “Why does he love you after what… What I did?” Tears spilled hot down my cheeks. “How can he love me after all those words? I called him… I belittled him… I told others his secrets so they could make fun of him. How can he love me? I’m disgusting.”
The bimbo version of me hugged me. She pulled into her embrace, our identical breasts pressing together. Her cheek rubbed on mine where she slapped me, my tears wet between us. I shook in her embrace as her hands rubbed up and down my back.
“Why does he love me?” I whispered into her ear. My air-headed doppelganger. “He should hate me. I was so foul to him.”
“I don’t knowy,” bimbo-me said. “He just loveys me and makes me so happy-wappy. I’m gonna be his wifey. And since you’re me, he loveys you, too.”
“I don’t deserve it.” I shuddered. “How can he love me? I don’t even love myself.”
“I lovey you.” She pulled her head back and stared me in the eyes. “I lovey me, and since I lovey me, I lovey you.”
I smiled at that. Something relaxed around my heart. “You really love yourself? You don’t feel bad about what we did?”
“I felt saddy,” said bimbo-me. “But that’s dummy. He loveys me. I lovey him. We’re together. And I lovey you. I lovey me. Let’s lovey each other!”
“Lovey each–”
Her lips planted on mine. It wasn’t a comforting kiss or a sisterly kiss. This was a passionate kiss. A lover’s kiss. I was kissing me. Our identical lips melted together as this heat burst through me. I was so aware of her breasts rubbing on mine. Our nipples brushed.
Was I… making out with another girl or was I making out with myself? Was this incest since she was me or just… masturbation. This was all so insane, but I was kissing her back. She loved me. I loved me. There was a version of myself that got over being such an insecure, frightened girl.
She was true to herself, even if that self was an airhead.
Her hands slid down my back and grabbed my ass. She was so aggressive. This version of myself wasn’t a virgin, that was for sure. She had experience with girls as well as… as with Eric. My virgin pussy clenched as this wave of jealousy washed through me.
This version of me had made love to Eric.
I kissed her harder. I grabbed her rump, squeezing her ass. I copied her as we made out. It was so hot to do that. I felt so wild making out with her. It was just amazing working my tongue with hers. We danced together, the heat washing through me. I flicked my tongue around in her mouth.
She whimpered and pushed me down as she kissed me. I shuddered and just went with it. In moments, I was on my back, panting. She broke the kiss. I licked my lips. I had just made out with her. This was so insane.
“Okey-dokey!” she said and straddled me. “It’s lovey selfie time! Let’s lovey each other because it’s time to be happy!”
I gasped as I stared up at her pussy. She was shaved. Why was she shaved? The familiar spiciness of my pussy filled my nose. She planted her twat on me. I couldn’t believe it. This was really naughty. This was really… having sex.
Or masturbating.
My tongue flicked through her folds. I had tasted my juices after masturbating and liked the flavor. My hands grabbed her rump. This was so insane. I don’t know what was going on here, but I started licking her. It was like…
I knew what I was doing.
I was her, in a way. The original version before she had been bimbofied. I didn’t remember eating pussy before, but my body did. My tongue knew how to stroke through her folds. She squealed in delight and buried her face into my bush.
“Ooh, ooh, tickley bushy hairs!” she squealed and licked at my pussy.
I gasped as she stroked my cuntlips in the same way I lapped at hers. We were the same. Two sides of a coin. The smart-half and the bimbo-half. I gripped her rump as the pleasure washed through myself. I made love to myself.
I licked at her as she stroked over my hymen. She brushed my maidenhead and giggled. She didn’t have that. I could feel her opening every time I lapped at her. I could just slip into her pussy and… I did just that. I entered here.
She moaned into my snatch as I soaked in her spicy juices. I flicked around in her, caressing her pussy–my pussy!–and making her squirm on me. This was so wild. I made love to myself. It was the wildest from of masturbation.
“Oh, yesy yes,” she moaned as my tongue thrust into her pussy and swirled around in her. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so greaty good!”
“Yes,” I groaned as she flicked her tongue up and down my folds.
“You’re all still a virginy! That’s so hottie!” She licked my clit.
I gasped in delight at her tongue stroking my bud. I licked at hers. She trembled on me, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my squeezing hands. This was so wild. My heart hammered in my chest as I licked at her with hunger.
I stroked my tongue through her folds, loving this so much. She whimpered as I did that. This was so wild. I flicked my tongue through all those delicious folds. She had such a yummy cunt. It was so hot lapping at her like this.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned.
“Yesy yesy yes!” she squealed. “Eatying pussy is goody and eatying my pussy is greaty! Ameny!”
“Amen,” I groaned and plunged my tongue into her twat. I flicked around in her cunt again as she nibbled on my bud. I trembled beneath her. She tasted so good. Felt so good. I reveled in eating my own pussy “Oh, this is amazing!”
She suckled on my clit. That felt so good having her do that. I returned the favor. We suckled on each other’s buds, which meant we were sucking on our buds. It was so hot. the pleasure built and built in me. And in her.
We moaned together.
Whimpered together.
Our lips nibbled on each other’s clits. It was so hot having that naughty bud between my lips. I loved it so much. My tongue flicked over her clit. Her tongue flicked over mine. Pleasure shot through me. It was so hot having that ecstasy ripple through me.