(Inspired by the works of BimboAnnon. This is not taking place specifically in any of the fandoms his comics and art are adapted from, but an original world utilizing ideas presented in his art and stories).

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May 23rd, 2026.

Sam had been having bizarre dreams as of late. This newest one was similar to the others, but more vivid. She usually couldn’t make sense of what little of these dreams she remembered, anyway. But she was starting to put things together.

Sam now understood that this was a look into a different world, everything in this dream felt so foreign to her that it couldn’t have possibly been about the world she knew.

It unnerved Sam how real this dream felt. Upon waking up, she was always filled with a deep, morbid curiosity to find out more about this reoccurring dream.

The world she’d imagined seemed so foreign and incomprehensible, and yet so detailed. It was as if she knew it from a memory. Had she read about it in a book or something?

She’d have to talk to Adam, one of her professors. He’d always been interested in fiction and alt-history, specifically those about hypothetical scenarios and worlds operating on different ideological systems. Maybe he’d know where she got it from, if anywhere.

Sam had never been one to dwell on morbid things, she hoped these dreams weren’t some sign that something was wrong with her. Maybe the stress of her studies had finally done a number on the young Bimbo.

She looked around, her sister Aurora hadn’t come back to the dorm. She’d probably stayed with a Himbo overnight. Or a few.

Their shared room was cut straight down the middle stylistically, people always joked about how much of a contrast there was between the two sides.

Sam was a great Bimbo, there was no doubt about that, but the things in her room tended to display her love for science more than anything. Her entire side was covered in posters and scientific articles. There were all sorts of doodads and little machines on her desk, including a little chunk of an element that was hard as steel when in cold temperatures but as soft as bubblegum when at room temperature.

She was fascinated by how the world worked, and there was still so much people didn’t understand. Aurora’s side, on the other hand, was decorated entirely in history and culture, admittedly it was mostly that of the erotic variety. She was studying the History of Pleasure, after all.

One thing that stood out was a framed picture on the wall in the intersection between their two sides. It was a collage; there were twelve 12 pictures in total. This included six different pictures of Aurora’s face in an ahegao expression on the left, and six pictures of Sam going ahegao on the right. Tongue stretched out form her lips wildly, eyes completely crossed with bliss.

It definitely contrasted with the more studious and dignified design of her side of the room. It wasn’t really Sam’s vibe, but their photographer friend Tessa had made it for them as a gift. Plus, it always made guys super horny when the two sisters brought them over.

Sam groaned softly as she stretched her tired limbs and slowly got off her bed. Those awful dreams had thoroughly squashed any chance of having the so-called early morning hornies, which was convenient for her but also annoying. She had more time to get ready for classes, but starting the day off without a few orgasms did not bode well for how the rest of her day would go.

Hopefully, things would be more pleasurable from here. The curvy Bimbo stepped into the shower and quickly washed her body, she sighed blissfully as the water gently teased her sensitive curves. A part of her wished she could just stay here all day in place of attending her classes. Instead, she had to work around how much she thought she’d be able to get done today.

It was hard to predict, you had good and bad days. On quite good days, she could reserve most of the day for work and hobbies/friends, with some orgasms here and there, before spending the night getting her brains fucked out. On a bad day, she’d spend practically every waking minute desperate for orgasm after orgasm until she eventually tired out.

Sam decided to do some educated guesswork based on how she felt; Sam reckoned she had maybe four or five hours of lucidity until her Bimbo cunt would inevitably ache for a good fuck and she would be momentarily robbed of her higher faculties. Sam stepped out of the shower and dried herself off as her mind went over this.

Sam wore toys in most of the time, it seemed counterintuitive but it kept her holes from getting too needy for her to focus. You get enough semi-frequent orgasms to stay clearheaded. This wasn’t uncommon at all, but this tended to be favored by people who had as little leisure time as Sam did.

Make no mistake, Sam loved being a Bimbo. Who wouldn’t? But Bimbo’s deserved having a life just as much as they deserved getting their Bimbo brains fucked to absolute oblivion every day.

So into her holes came the vibrating buttplug and the vibrator. Then the vibrating piercings onto her fat, sensitive nipples. Sam gasped blissfully, the sensation never got old.

“Mmmf~”

The nerd looked over herself in the mirror, never before was it such a relief to see herself. After those strange dreams, it was sobering to see a normal looking person. Sam was about as average as it came; six and a half feet tall, weight somewhere in the 500 or 600’s (not including the hair), with a face that was pretty but looked foreign to Sam without the typical mountains of makeup she would always apply.

She had gorgeous, gravity defying teardrop breasts that covered most of her torso, but she was more bottom heavy than anything. It was a massive shelf of a booty that you could place a stack of books on (which Sam had done once when her bag broke), her ass clapped deliciously any time she walked down stairs.

She was more a Bimbo of the “soft and squishy” variety, only having enough muscle to support the weight of her fat tiddies and dumptruck Bimbo booty.

So on went her standard green lipstick, layer after layer until she felt a satisfying sense of weight on her fat cockpillows. Then the green eyeshadow.

Sam put on her glasses and quickly did her thick and lustrous, seafoam-green mane of hair into her trademark bun. It was wider than her body and more than half as long, standing a few feet above her head. It was incredibly thick, the entire bun was an immaculate assortment of twisted, vibrant swirls that collided into the rotund mass of hair currently on her head. Some Bimbos let their hair go every which way, but Sam wanted to look more composed and professional.

Then on went the large hoop earrings, two large circle bracelets on each hand, and a choker. Sam decided to go the simple route and put on one that said “Lust” in green lettering on a black background. Horny, but classy.

She soon slipped into a silken dress, feather-light and so thin and translucent that it clearly showed every inch of Sam that was under it. It was easy to put on and didn’t irritate her sensitive skin, in addition to looking quite pretty and petite. It went up to just barely cover her nipples, leaving the entirety of her cleavage bare.

Her long, turquoise colored nails pulled down two wavy strands of hair to frame her face and her neat bangs. Sam then stepped into her shoes: 12 inch heels that raised her overall stature to 7 and a half feet tall. If you wanted to compete with the boys, you had to stand on equal footing. Plus, they looked super cute! (It would’ve been a waste to see them all small. It was “go big or go home” when it came to Bimbo fashion).

Overall, she was a normal looking young woman. Just your every day Bimbo, if a bit on the nerdy side.

Sam put her phone in her bag with her Uni things, she knew her notifications would be filled with pictures of her friends’ rock hard cocks and dripping pussies, and she just couldn’t bare the temptation right before her classes.

In a world guided by pleasure and love, where all of your needs and wants were taken care of, it was easy for some to get distracted and unmotivated. She had to focus.

It was funny. In a way, cock was kind of like death. You simply couldn’t function if it was always at the forefront of your mind, but the thought was always there somewhere.

Focus. Cock later.

Sam softly smiled and took in the sights, sounds and smells of her surroundings that morning as she walked outside. It was beautiful out, not a cloud in the gorgeously pink sky. It complimented the lilac and violet grass nicely.

Casual chatter, chirping birds, soft Bimbo giggles, mingled moans, and the clicking of several sets of large heels created a lovely backdrop of sounds to Sam’s walk from her dorm. The low buzz of Sam’s toys would hardly be heard.

Sam’s eyes wandered and were greeted with sturdy cocks, hard abs, massive Himbo muscles and swinging Bimbo tits. Nothing out of the ordinary. Some kissed, some ate each other out, one woman who was sat on a bench idly stroked her boyfriends cock as she read a book. Most casually chatted with others as they walked.

It was lovely days like today that reminded Sam to not take things for granted. She lived in a world that prioritized mutual pleasure, a far cry from the one in her dreams. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all, nightmares and lack of early morning orgasms aside.

As she thought about these dreams, Sam shuddered. And not in the normal way you did when you smelled a nice, musky cock or the alluring scent of Bimbo milk.

Sam had to laugh a little as she imagined what she would be in that dream world where everyone was tiny and miserable. Probably still a nervous college student who wished she could just stay inside and jill herself all day. But not sexy. ‘Not sexy’, Sam laughed. It was hard to imagine.

After a leisurely walk, Sam soon made her to her the university. Listening to lectures, talking with friends between classes, and occasionally trembling in orgasm as she would momentarily turn up her toys to get the hornies out. But it was still in the back of her mind.

She went through the day still thinking about those stupid dreams, it was getting annoying. It was starting to get in the way of thinking of more important things, like fingerbanging or pretty makeup or worshipping cock.

And obviously her studies and her hobbies and social life and stuff. But getting in the way of the first part was definitely the most annoying.

She decided that after her morning classes, she’d invite her sister Aurora and Adam to have a drink at a cafe. It was stupid, but maybe they’d be able to make some sense of it. She loved her life despite its annoyances, why would she be so caught up in the idea of some fake world?

Eventually, Sam was on her way to the local cafe after texting Aurora and Adam about it. Aurora was always down to hang out with her sister, even if she seemed annoyed at Sam making her cancel a ‘date’.

The problem was that if Sam didn’t ever interfere with her sister’s fuck schedule, she simply would never see the girl.

Aurora was a Bimbo through and through, and she’d probably make Sam give her an orgasmic massage later as reparations for postponing her fucksesh. Not that Sam had a problem with that.

Adam, on the other hand, was probably the most mature and sweet Himbo she’d ever met. He was always interested in what Sam had to say, and she loved him for that.

He would definitely also want some pleasure in return, but that was to be expected. You couldn’t reasonably expect a hung stud to stare at your bouncy Bimbo body for an extended period of time, and not let him at least suck on your tiddies or blow a few loads on your ass. That would be cruel.

Ahhhg, focus. Pleasure can come after. Sam’s nipples were already aching.

The green haired slut soon entered the cafe and sat her shelf of an ass down on a thick floor cushion. She always wondered why men chose to sit in chairs as opposed to something more comfortable, though she might’ve been jealous of them for even being able to fit into chairs.

Sam ordered a cushion for Adam, he already towered over her and Aurora by a foot and a half (not including their heels), so she was damned if she was going to let him sit even higher than them.

Plus, she imagined it was probably a nice rest for his cock and balls. Adam was always so rough with his cock, pounding it into any slut with abandon. Someone needed to give it a nice massage with some soft, tender kisses.

Adam arrived, all 8 feet of pure hard muscle stomping into the room with about as much grace as you’d expect. Sam smiled. God, even for a Himbo his body was pretty insane, every single waitress practically drooled as he walked by.

Plump, green lips planted a soft kiss on Adam’s cock; it was a common formal greeting. He moaned through a smile; his cock throbbed appreciatively in response to Sam’s kiss.

“Hey, there~ It’s been too long since we’ve sat down and talked like this.” She said. Adam leaned in, lips and tongue meeting hers for the briefest of moments. Sam shuddered and whimpered into the kiss, before he pulled away and sat down. Her head always swam when he did that.

Adam politely waited for Sam to come back down to Earth before he spoke again.

“I couldn’t agree more. It’s annoying how busy things can get. The blowjob the other day was lovely, but I’ve been meaning to talk more…Where’s Aurora?” He asked. Sam grinned slyly, there was no mistaking the way his cock pulsed as he mentioned her sister. She couldn’t blame him, Aurora was the kind of slut that could always make cocks ache for her.

“I dunno, she’s always late. I bet she got distracted by some-“ As Sam said this, the bell on the door rung and her sister stepped in. Ah, there she was, ol’ Torpedo Tits. That was her main asset, as opposed to Sam’s ass.

“Hey, sis! Hey, stud~ Sorry, I got lost.” The wavy-haired slut said as she kissed her sister. Her and Sam’s tongues briefly clashed for a moment, a soft moan being shared between them before they separated.

Aurora gave Adam a kiss of his own, right on his cock. His eyes rolled back, a clearly exaggerated moan roaring from his mouth. Aurora let out a little satisfied hum. Sam tried not to look annoyed.

Aurora left a white lipstick mark on Adam’s cock, right next to Sam’s own green kiss stain.

Thought it wasn’t fully hard or swollen to its full size, it was still an utterly massive rod which stood taller than either of the women’s forearms.

“It’s always great to see you, Aurora. Your heels look great, by the way.” Adam said as he pointed to Aurora’s shoes, both heels in the shape of long, rock-hard cocks.

“Thanks! I know, they’re pretty, right?” Aurora giggled.

“Ahem. How’d the heck you get lost? This place is like right next to the University.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“I was sucking a cock before you called, my mind was still up in the clouds! On my way here, I think I passed this place like 5 times before my head straightened out.” She laughed. Sam held her a hand to her face.

“Fine, that’s fair.” Sam folded her arms

“I’m still feeling kinda ditzy, but I’m here for you, sis! What’s up?” The raven haired Bimbo asked. Adam nodded.

“Yeah, you seemed pretty concerned about something.” He said.

“Well, it’s going to sound stupid, but I’ve been having these really strange reoccurring dreams. And they’ve been kind of bothering me because they seem so vivid. Like a memory.” Aurora and Adam both leaned in.

“Was it something you read? I told you too much reading and not enough cock is bad for you!” Aurora said, half-jokingly.

“Let’s hear what it is, first.” Adam said. At that moment, a tan skinned Bimbo approached the trio. Her makeup and thick, braided hair were a bright bubblegum pink. Same as the color of her choker, which was emblazoned with the phrase “Milk-Mommy”.

“Hey, hope yall are doing well! You can call me Tiffany, may I take your order? I would recommend extra cream with your coffee, it’s fresh~” She offered, gesturing to her titanic breasts.

Sam ordered coffee, Adam ordered tea, and Aurora didn’t want anything from the menu aside from a piece of cake. She did, however want some milk to wash it down, so she asked Tiffany if she could have a drink straight from the tap.

“Of course! Just don’t squeeze too hard, wouldn’t wanna get milk everywhere.” Tiffany beamed. Aurora’s plump, Bimbo lips began to gently suckle on the fat teat that the waitress offered her, both whimpering as a stream of milk flowed down her throat.

Sam tried not thinking about how good it would feel for both of these sluts to suckle on her own hot, aching tiddies. That could come later.

“Mmm, yummy~” Aurora moaned as she pulled away from the tit. The blushing Tiffany held onto the table, still shaky-legged and trembling. She just smiled and muttered something about being glad to help, and then walked off to wait on someone else.

Despite the distraction, Sam had to admit she was pleased. The milk added a delicious depth to the coffee.

“That reminds me, I’m fixing on giving you a massage after this, sis. I owe you one.” Sam winked at Aurora as she gestured to her sister’s needy breasts. Aurora grinned.

“Damn right, you do. Anyway, what is it you were dreaming about?” Aurora asked.

“Okay, so. I’ve been having really dreams about, like, a different world than ours. Which isn’t really a problem, but it’s one that’s really hard for me to wrap my head around. It seems so vivid and real. I was just wondering if you’ve ever heard anything like this.” Sam said.

“Well, go on. This was some kind of fantasy world? An escape?” Adam asked.

“Definitely not one I’d like to escape to. More like escape from. First, there was the people. Everyone there was tiny, they looked malnourished too. All of the women were flatchested, like children. Even the breasts they called big would be thought of as flat by our standards. And men were weaklings, even the so-called strong ones.” Sam started. Aurora scratched her head, but Sam kept talking.

“And they didn’t prioritize pleasure or love. It seemed like there was a lot of conflict in this world, probably cause no one was getting fucked enough. It seemed like most people had pretty mundane sex drives.” The green Bimbo continued.

“That’s fascinating, so it was a world with completely mirrored values to our own?” Adam interjected.

Same recalled more details of the dream. It was a world colored in grays and browns and blacks, where chemicals and toxins choked the air. Violence and anger guided the hearts of its’ people, who looked vaguely similar to humans but were horribly underfed and unfit.

They were small, flat and malnourished; there hardly seemed to be any person over 7 feet tall or heavier than 300 pounds. The muscles on even the most athletic of men were pitiful.

Instead of looking toward visions of paradise, they drowned their world in conflict and selfishness. Pleasure was only a brief distraction from their fighting, rather than the core of their ethos.

“It honestly just seems like you were really horny, and had a nightmare where you couldn’t get a good lay. I’ve definitely had those.” Aurora laughed. Sam groaned.

“I’m being serious.” She said. “I think it was like an alternate reality. In the dream, I mean. And there were lots of strange things, like men wore clothes.” Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at this.

“I mean, that’s not that weird. For what occasions?” Adam asked.

“No occasion, they wore clothes all the time. The women too, they all wore clothes that covered every inch of their bodies.” Sam said.

“Adam here would probably die if you tried to stuff his cock into pants 24/7.” Aurora giggled. Adam nodded and then grabbed his cock, as if empathizing with this alternate version of himself that was forced to wear tight pants.

Sam decided not to tell them that buttholes were used for something besides just fucking in the dream world, she didn’t want to gross them out.

“Yeah, and my tits would be in agony if I had to wear some thick clothes over every inch of them. Tits are made to be looked at and enjoyed, anyway. Right?” Sam asked, mostly in a rhetorical sense. Aurora nodded.

“Yeah, duh! Is everything alright, Sam?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess it’s nothing. It’s just like…you know when you go into a room and then forget what you went in there for? That’s kind of how this dream made me feel. Like there was something really important that I tried to remember, but I forgot.” Sam looked down.

“You’re likely just worried about your studies or something. It’s normal to be stressed. I would probably just recommend some more rest, and getting some more fucking in.” Adam recommended.

Adam was probably correct on the matter, though there was likely a part of him that just said that because he wanted some Bimbo fuckmeat.

Sam decided that these two were only focused on telling her that her worries weren’t real. In their defense, it was only a dream, but something had been bugging Sam. She was still holding on to something.

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One week later.

Sam sighed, she felt awkward about this. Had it really been bugging her that bad? Bad enough that she was laid here in front of a hypnotherapist, about to undergo the first of several sessions that would pull into the dark recesses of her mind to find out what it was in her dreams that she was trying to remember.

“Are you ready?” Her hypnotherapist asked. She’d actually had the courtesy to stop bouncing on her dildo before the session started, which was appreciated. Sam closed her eyes, both in preparation and because her hypnotherapists funbags were distracting the hell out of her.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She breathed. And so it began. She was asked to take heavy breaths, in and out. In and out. Repeating, repeating, repeating until it was all she could focus on. Everything was soon drowned out by the heavy sound of her breaths and the seductive voice of her hypnotherapist, sweet words dripped from her blue-painted lips and soothed Sam into a deep trance until her entire body completely weightless.

“Sam?”

“…Yes?” Sam responded robotically, as if those words were pulled from her throat.

“Think about the past. The memories you desire, where did they come from?”

“Awhile ago. 2024, I think?”

“Why that year?” The hypnotherapist asked.

“Things changed that year.”

“What did?” She asked. Sam’s face strained as she tried to recall.

“…Something. I…I don’t-“

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October 15th, 2024.

Pink fog swirled and twisted and snaked its way through the trees. Fast, impossibly fast. But its movements were considered, and it was patient. It spread out in every which way, each of the numerous tendrils waiting for the perfect infection point. And even then, its subtleties would be likely to unnoticed for some time as its influence grew.

It was unthinking, only with enough sentience to protect itself and to propagate in ways that were most effective, which of course was a form of protection.

One of the tendrils found itself slithering between buildings and then under one door, and then another. As it crawled up onto a bed, it came face to face with a sleeping Sam. Its’ instincts told it this was a fine host, but it would have to play the long game in order to keep its residence in her body. Lay dormant. The fog hovered above Sam, and then dissipated as it covered her skin.

Sam had a weird dream. A world of pinks and violets and bare skin. An impossible amount of naked body on display. Soft lips, hard cocks. And so much pleasure.

Stupid horny dreams. It was probably best that she could hardly remember the details of it, though. It was probably about someone she knew, and it was always horribly awkward having those kinds of horny dreams.

Sam got dressed for University. She was way too busy to be thinking about good dreams or sex. Not that the skinny girl had had either in months.

To Be Continued…