Bimbo Car Air Freshener

Bimbo Car Air Freshener

Synopsis: Sandra is making a cross country trip and picks up a pink sparkly air freshener along the way. Before she knows it, she becomes a pink sparkly bimbo with only one thing on her mind.

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18 years of age. Do not read this or any other related erotic content if you are under the age of 18. This is a work of erotic fantasy and is entirely fictional. All situations depicted should not be replicated or attempted in real life without the knowing consent of all parties involved. Any similarity to real life individuals or scenarios are entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Sandra pulled into the rest stop and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She had just finished the day's 9 hour drive and was exhausted. It had been a hot day with no clouds in sight, driving through empty, unshaded highways. She was moving cross country to be with her boyfriend, Domonic, who was a up and coming professional football player. His success meant they could finally live together financially, and Sandra couldn't wait for this trip to be over. The majority of her things were on a moving truck, but she still had to drive herself in her car all the way there.

Sandra got out of her SUV to stretch, looking up at the moon and stars. Only one more day with 6 hours of driving, and then she'd get to enjoy the best rest ever at her boyfriend's house. She pulled out her phone, and was about to text her boyfriend where she was staying the night (god forbid something happen to her here), when she realized she had stumbled upon the best rest stop yet. It was simple like all the rest, with a small park for kids and pets to play in after hours cooped up in their cars, with bathrooms and benches. The special thing about this one is that it had a simple gas station-store hybrid with a cute pink neon sign saying "The 141", which was the mile marker on the stretch or interstate she was traveling on. There were plenty of parking spots, but the majority of the stop was empty, with only a few dozen cars and a single semitruck staying. She texted Domonic "Omg I lucked out this rest stop actually seems nice" She sent him a pic before walking over.

As Sandra headed towards the store, she was immediately reminded how starving she was. She had eaten the last of her food today, and was planning to detour through a small town tomorrow to get enough for her last leg of the journey, but it seemed like her problem was solved. Being away from a kitchen had been tough, as she was a definite foodie and missed her home baking and nightly cooking.

Sandra was on the safe side of thick, something she was proud of and not afraid to hide. She was currently wearing a black top that showed a bit of tummy, and loose fitting leggings, but not too loose to show off her decent curves. She wasn't wearing a bra(cause why should she in the comfort of her own car) but she was usually around a DD. She tried to stay cute with short curly dark blonde hair that rarely passed her shoulders. She had her ears and septum pierced, and she wasn't too flashy with her other accessories.

When entered the simple gas station and found it's interior to be more like a grocery store than a gas station. They had some chilled produce with fruits and greens, a freezer section with sodas, drinks, and ice, aisles with snacks and junk food, some enticing candy by an empty register counter. She picked up a shopping basket by the door, another welcome surprise and began to stock up on what she needed. As she collected some fruits and other necessities, she could hear what she guessed what was the store keep from a curtained doorway behind the counter. It sounded like some excited shrieks and giggling, maybe they were playing a game to pass the time? She didn't pay it much mind and continued her shopping.

This places had a bunch of brands she recognized, but quite a few she didn't, such as a package of blueberries labeled "Betty's Bossom Berries". It had a promiscuous cartoon farm girl on the front, with blond pig tails and big boobs barely covered by a set of seemingly denim overalls. The berries were bigger then any she had seen before, so she grabbed some, despite the odd packaging. Another peculiar brand she recognized near the end of her perusal was a brand of milk, the only brand they had, called "Janet's Jugs (of milk)" with pink bubble lettering on a plastic jug. No busty women this time, only an image of a cute winking cow next the cute text logo. It came by the quart or gallon, and they seemed to have a lot of it. Why would they stock milk if people are out on a road trip? Sandra had a cooler to keep her cold food safe, but she didn't think too many other's would have the same, nevertheless actually want milk. She was again, intrigued by it, so added a quart sized carton to her basket. It had been a quite a while since she had some classic milk and cookies, so she added some small cookie bites to her basket as well.

With her basket nearly fun, she approached the counter. She could still hear the sounds of the woman behind the curtain, seemingly enjoying whatever she was up to and saying words seemingly to herself that Sandra couldn't make out from here. On the counter was a small hanging bell with a tassel, saying "If empty, ring for service". Beneath that was another off brand, this time being some chocolate, labeled as "Deedee's Dark Chocolate". It showed another cartoonish image of a voluptuous black women, this time hugging laid out and hugging a big heart shaped pillow, with nothing covering her up. There were no sensitive parts exposed, but Sandra was shocked that they allowed such marketing on their products here. After adding a bar of it to her basket(so what if it was a little lewd, she would kill for chocolate) Sandra gave the bell a quick pull. *Ring ringgggg*.It's chime rung out and left a high pitched hum in the air as the back room ambience stopped.

"Just a moment!" She heard a voice shout from the back. There was a rustling of sheets or clothes of some sort, and then the curtain swung open. Behind it emerged a busty women in her 40's, with a large Neon pink t-shirt failing to hide some clearly massive perky breasts. She has curled platinum Blonde hair, plump lips and bits of makeup across her face, as if she was half way through wiping it off. Printed onto her Shirt was the name Robin.

"Sorry bout that, find everything okay?" Robin had a high pitched country accent, which Sandra didn't think was local, but it seemed this place was full of surprises.

"Yep, should be good. This is a cute rest stop you've got here, do you own it here?" Sandra tried to keep up casual conversation as the woman began to ring up her things.

"Well I'm not the owner, that'd be my Hubby. I just run the overnights and take care of stuff while he's away." Robin gave her a bright smile as her hands seemed to work on autopilot to scan and bag Sandra's items. "We got a great thing going; I get to have relax and rest in the day, and during the night we get to hang out and play some games till he has to sleep!" Sandra could now hear a Tv starting up in the back, so she guessed that they basically lived her while they operated the place. Sandra wasn't one to judge though, she certainly seemed happy.

"Sounds like a nice life! You have no idea how good all this good looks after 9 hours of driving. Your little pitstop is a godsend!" "Aww thanks sweetie!" Robin was finishing bagging the last of Sandra's items, when Sandra noticed a pink sparkly car air freshener added to her bag. It was heart shaped, and had a similar bubbly text to some of the off brands she had seen in the shop. Imprinted on the center was the numbers "141". It was covered in a flashy layer of fine glitter, which seemed to shine every color of the rainbow. She picked it up and showed it to Robin, "What's this?"

A bright grin spread across her face "Oh don't worry, it's just a little something to remember us by. It's on the house!" Sandra couldn't really argue, it was a nice gesture. Plus, it did smell pretty good, having a strong lavender scent, and something else she couldn't quite place. Robin finished ringing up her total and slid the bags over. Sandra paid, grabbed her bags and paid Robin farewell.

"Have a great night!" "You too!" Robin gave her a bright grin and proceeded back to her back room.

Sandra pulled her phone back out as she was proceeding back to her car, seeing a text back from Dom.

"Nice, seems cozy. Get your rest babe, can't wait to see you tomorrow <3"

She sent back a flurry of hearts, and got her car ready for bed. She was able to flatten her back seats to make enough sleep to rest on. She began putting her food away, and realized that she had grabbed a bit too much items then what would fit in her cooler. The most she could fit in left out, how ironically, the blueberries and quart of milk. Out of fear of anything else spoiling, she figured she'd just make do and eat what she could as a midnight snack.

She hung up the sparkly pink air freshener under her rear view mirror, and laid down to rest for the night. She opened up the carton of "Betty's Bosom Berries" and popped one in her mouth. They were about the size of grapes, and tasted absolutely delicious. "Damn!" she thought as she grabbed some more "Whatever they're doing out here, its working!" Sandra rolled down her windows an inch for good air flow, and quickly finished the tin of blue berries. Still hungry she decided to try the odd milk with her cookies. She poured from the whole jug into her own personal cup, which had an open top wide enough for dunking cookies. There was only bit remaining after her cup was filled so she took a small sip to finish it off and it was divine. It tasted fresh and creamy, with a hint of something sweet, maybe honey? Sandra couldn't quite place it. It was still cool, but as it touched her tongue, a warm feeling spread around her mouth, and spread along her throat as she swallowed. Even after just a sip, the sweet flavoring remained in her mouth, providing a pleasant after taste, and a desire for more.

She dipped a cookie in, dunking almost the entire cookie till it began to touch her fingers, and then she ate it. It was still just as good with the cookie, but the cookie seemed to conflict with the flavor. Even though she dunked the whole thing, the cookie seemed to barely absorb the milk, and provided a crunch that conflicted with the smooth texture of the milk. She dipped another and before putting it into her mouth, she say how the milk slowly dripped off the cookie, somehow not even adhering to its surface, only adding a slight change in color, and an even less noticeable change of texture. Sandra had a few more cookies before she realized she would much prefer the milk alone. It was getting late and she didn't want to finish the cookies tonight. She picked up her cup and began to down it. She wasn't a drink chugging pro, but as she lifted the cup more and more, she continued to drink without issue. The coldness as it touch her lips quickly became a warm, almost too hot feeling as she swallowed more and more and more, until; her cup was empty.

She took a deep breath through her mouth and it was like taking a breath of cool air on a hot summer day. The sensation was still buzzing in her body, but it was slowly going from an intense tingling, to a warm buzz that spread from her mouth and neck lower and lower. She inspected her drink and not a single droplet was left, seeming all perfectly pouring out of her metal cup. She was a little confused how it all left the cup but seemed to coat the inside of her mouth in a creamy milk after taste, but as she licked the inside of her mouth to taste every last bit, she realized she didn't care. She laid herself out and caresses her own body as the warm sensation spread from her chest down, with every inch soon feeling a light buzz. Her eyes quickly shut, her body relaxing in the pleasant feeling, quickly feel into a blissful slumber.

During the night, Sandra began to dream. It started with her in a massive white bed, sat in the center staring up at a wonderful lace canopy above her. There was nothing beyond the space, just an empty black void, with sparkles of a distant lights and shimmering. She suddenly felt an urge; an urge to touch. Her fingers happily drifted between her legs and she began to finger herself. The feeling was pure ecstasy, with every dip her fingers took into her, a shiver went down her spine and her back arched. As the continued to touch, she could feel herself changing. Her skin became more sensitive as it rubbed against satin sheets. She could feel her hair lengthening, growing beyond her shoulders, going from small, cute curls, to long magnificent flowing hair. It went from her cute dirty blond to a luscious platinum blonde, with streaks of pink running far down its impressive length, all the way to her stomach. The surrounding around her began to glow, as she changed, the black voice becoming a white expanse m She should have been shocked and confused, the part of her consciousness that knew that this was a dream was confused, but instead, she ignored her shifting reality and continued to touch.

She could see her breasts begin to swell and grow, her hands groping herself as she grew. The feeling was incredible, and the more she grew the more sensitive she was and the better it felt. Part of her argue that she needed to stop, but she wasn't in control. She could see the rest of her body swelling as well, her hips and thighs growing to accentuate her curves, and give her an undeniable ass. She climbed closer and closer to orgasm, still fighting part of the her that wanted this to happen. Finally, the damn broke and she began to cum, feeling the rush of euphoria overwhelming her as her body grew and swelled, warm milk leaking from her nipples as she feverishly groped herself. The milk felt warm and electricity on her sensitive skin, and only intensified the feeling of orgasm. The environment around her was now glowing a bright vibrant pink, even the sleek satin sheets had become bright neon pink beneath her. She let out a high pitched squeal that drifted off into blankness as her mind went blank, and vision began to fade as. She could have sworn she heard a slight whisper in the back of her mind say "accept your future" before she drifted away into unconsciousness.

Sandra awoke to the sound of a woodpecker striking a tree, making her shoot up from her calm slumber. The sun was already up, piercing the trees surrounding the cozy rest stop. She quickly, a bit panicked, checked the time on her phone. Not only was her phone nearly dead, but she slept in an hour and a half later than she meant to. She never set her alarm last night, she was too relaxed after her cup of milk that she completely forgot her nightly routine. As she woke up in a bit of a panic, she began to slowly realize some other stuff. Firstly, she was *wet*. She sometimes woke up a bit moist after pleasurable dreams, but they were never like this. It felt like she had just been filled and thoroughly fucked, but that was definitely not the case. She also quickly noticed that her hair had changed a bit, being a more bright shade of blonde, and stretching a few inches to where it just sat on her shoulders. She ran her hands through it to inspect her new locks, and it sent a chill up her spine. It felt weirdly good, like a head scratch from a lover she hadn't seen in a long time.

As she fiddled with her hair, she noticed the last and most prevalent thing: her boobs were noticeable bigger, and fuller. They were practically spilling out of her white tank top, which had been loose before she went to bed, with her nipples poking through the thin fabric. As she sat up they jiggled and swayed with her every move. She gave them a slight poke and they rippled like a water bed across her chest. They were so full and seemingly close to bursting, but even that poke sent a warm ripple across her skin and down her body. It was like a strong heartbeat connected deeply to her pleasure center, and she felt her thighs clench a bit instinctively. This was definitely new... but not bad. She put a hand on her breast and just held it for a moment, the feeling sensing a quick flash of pleasure, followed by a comfortable sensation. She gave herself a quick grope before snapping back to what she was meant to be doing.

She was only 6 hours away from getting to be with her boyfriend, and she was already behind schedule. She quickly began to organize her car back into the way it was so she could safely store all her luggage with out risk of anything getting damaged. She snacked on some of the other foods she had bought the night before but nothing seemed to satisfy her. After she was done, she pulled up to the gas pump of the convenience store, and couldn't help being drawn back to the bright sign. It was seemingly spotless in the daylight, and seemed exceeding vibrant compared to the surroundings. Sandra could feel her cravings starting again for some more good food before she was off on the road and couldn't help herself. She grabbed a jacket to cover up, it just barely managed to zip and keep her chest covered, and then quickly ran in. She didn't even bother grabbing a basket, she quickly went to the produce area, grabbed 2 cartons of juicy blue berries, and a gallon jug of her new favorite milk.

At the counter was a strong, tall, rugged looking man. He stood about a foot taller than Sandra, had a thorough tan, and large, weathered hands. He was wearing a flannel shirt with somewhat dirty overalls. He had a somewhat messy head of hair, and a curled mustache with a decent beard around his chin. Sandra wasn't usually attracted to burly older men, but her mind began to wander. His groin was just below the counter, but that didn't stop her from imaging what he was packing. His hands could easily hold both her arms in one, and take control however he wished. He reminded her of Domonic, if he were older, bigger, and hunkier. Just imagining Domonic bigger and stronger sent her mind daydreaming about how it'll feel to finally be touched by him and his big strong hand. She'd get to ravish him and suck his girthy co-

"Hello Missy, you're looking lovely this morning." A gruff voice broke her out of her horny daze. Sandra shook her head, immediately embarrassed she had spaced out staring at a stranger's hands. She guessed this was Robin's husband, since he shared her heavy accent.

"Thanks, I definitely don't feel lovely. This morning has been... odd" she placed her things sheepishly on the counter and stared at the floor to avoid eye contact.

"It's alright Ma'am, you're not the first to come through here tired and dazed." He rang up her items and slid her bag over. Wanting to get out of this embarrassing scenario, she just threw a 20 in to the counter and tried to leave swiftly.

"Hey, a bit of advice Ma'am?" She slowed and turned to him before she left.

"Take your time on the rest on your journey. No need to stress yourself." He seemed to give her a knowing smirk, with his eyes leering at her body. She gave a small nod and quickly left the store. As she walked back to her car, she took his words to heart. Take her time... maybe she would.

She quickly sent a text to her boyfriend that she was on the road, and started her drive. Once she was back on the highway, she began to relax. The road was luckily pretty clear today, and with a mostly straight path. There were more clouds in the sky, but even the faint bits of sunlight that made it through seemed to land on her new glittery air freshener, and cause an array of rainbow refractions to spread across the interior of our car. Not only did it give her car a nice new sparkle, it filled her car with a strong lavender scent. Every deep breath she took, Sandra felt a warm calmness wash through her, and a slight fuzziness go through her mind.