Bri was sucking Jim's cock, just like she did every morning and he seemed to enjoy it. She did to, after all there wasn't anything better than getting a good breakfast first thing in the morning!
The best part of sucking his dick though was that she didn't have to worry about her problem, with a glorious cock between her lips the world was just perfect. And the moan from Jim told her she was doing a good job too!
She felt his hands grab hold of her head through the sheets and push her down on to his shaft, she tried to giggle a little as she let him guide her up and down. The pace quickened shortly after that and in just a few more minutes she felt his pre-cum hit the back of her throat, followed by her prize for doing such a good job.
She took in all down, sucked every last drop from him and then had her own orgasm. Afterwards she checked to make sure none of his cum had escaped her, she found a drop in his pubic hair and greedily sucked it up.
"Fuck Bri, you're the best way to wake up in the morning!"
"Like thanks Jimmy!"
Jim rolled the sheets back and Bri's world collapsed in on her again, her joy overshadowed by her problem once more.
She saw it in his eyes when she came in to view, not lust or desire, not even sympathy or disgust, just nothing at all. He looked at her acne scarred face, her stringy brown hair, slightly too large nose and small lips and didn't see the bimbo that Bri really was.
She knew she could suck and fuck just as good as any bimbo and she loved doing it. She was dumb and trashy and easy. Everything she needed to be a bimbo, except a body.
Her face was only part of it, no matter how much she worked out the fat just went to the wrong places. Her tits were small, just A cups and her butt was flat. Her slight tummy fat just would not go away and her skin tone was uneven at best.
She'd managed to get Jim by, well, doing what bimbo's do and giving him a blowjob in the club they were at. He was a nice enough guy, liked to fuck her and paid a bit of attention to her when they weren't in bed. In fact he had been the best boyfriend she'd ever had.
She knew she would be losing him soon.
There were too many *real* bimbo's around these days. She didn't know where they had come from but they had bodies she'd die for and were just as slutty as she was.
She'd seen it happen to one of her 'friends' from the salon, they seemed to always have the same appointment time. She'd been so smart, went to teachers college and was teaching in high school. Then one day she showed up completely different. Her hair was blond, her tits were big, her body was tight and she giggled at just about anything anyone said.
She was the bimbo Bri really wanted to be!
She knew soon enough one of these new bimbo's would find Jim too good to pass up and then she'd be out on her own again.
******
Bri walked in to the salon, once more hoping beyond hope they could do something with her hair, but it was a lost cause. Cynthia was a sweetheart about it and did what she could but Bri knew her problem would be too great to overcome. She'd tried to dye it blond, but the colour had come out wrong every time. And worse yet, last time it had become so brittle they'd had to cut most of it off!
She let Cynthia work the shampoo in her hair and she drifted off a bit, like a good bimbo often did, but something caught her attention. A conversation between Cynthia and someone else.
"Yea, those bimbo pills are everywhere these days, you can't be too careful. One of my girlfriends was out at a club and a guy spiked her drink with one. She went from being a VP at her bank to dancing at some strip club downtown in a week!"
"Tell me about it Cynthia, a guy tried that on me last weekend. I kicked him in the balls! I don't think he'll be trying that again anytime soon."
"Like, bimbo pills?" Bri asked.
"Oh, haven't you heard? There's this new designer drug going around. One little pill will take a normal woman and make her in to a complete bimbo. Big tits, tiny waist and not a thought in her mind but sex. It's a real problem."
"Like wow."
"Ok, Bri, we're done, let's get you in to the dryer."
Bri walked over to the dryer, its high pitched wail drowned out everything else and Bri enjoyed the noise it made, it cleared her head of any thoughts that might be lurking around in it.
Bri was a bimbo and so thoughts didn't come easily to her, but she was a bimbo with a problem and suddenly out of nowhere a thought came to her.
