Bimbofying the Bitchy Fighter
Mark Johnson
It was late and dark as I walked home from my shitty job flipping burgers at this local joint called Frugals. Great burgers, but it sucked working there. Though getting to take home a free meal for dinner was a perk.
I stood at the light, waiting for it to change, as I watched TikTok videos on my phone. A girl was gyrating to music in a thong, her plump, ebony butt-cheeks clapping as she twerked. She was supposed to be a nurse at work.
God help the medical profession.
She did have a great ass.
After I ate my dinner, I would jerk one off to her.
The video auto-played into the strangest thing. It was a guy filming two women he claimed were his mom and sister. He was talking about how he turned them into his sluts with the Bimbo App. They both dropped to their knees like they were going to suck him off. The girls were hot. A MILF and her daughter. They looked too close in appearance not to be related.
"Damn," I muttered as the light turned green. There was a link for the app.
I hit the link and found the Bimbo App page. It wasn't in the iTunes store. This was an app that Apple wouldn't want me to have. Supposely it could damage my phone, but what was on there I couldn't recover from backup. So I hit download and stepped out into the crosswalk.
If this app worked--which there was no way it could--that would be hot. Even if it didn't, maybe it was just some game with sexy bimbos I could fantasize about--
A screech of tires. A honk of horn. Headlights flashed.
I looked up to see a car hurtling at me. I gaped at it in disbelief. The bastard ran the red light and hurtled right at me. That was the last thought that flashed through my mind before a powerful darkness crashed into me.
~ * ~
The darkness was all-encompassing.
It spread out to all the horizons. It encompassed the entire world. I floated there, not sure what to do. What it meant. I heard the car coming. I saw those headlights. Did that mean I was hit? Was I unconscious right now, my hamburger burst across my fat body?
Or was I in the hospital where some nurse was making TikTok videos instead of paying attention to my vitals? I could be dying because she was making her butt-cheeks clap in the thong she wore. Just gyrating like a slut.
I had been downloading the Bimbo App. God, what if my mom found out? Shit, what if she went into my apartment and saw all the naked anime girl figures I had. My collection of castoff figures was small but growing. I could afford one every month or so if I was careful with my savings.
And my porn collection.
My hard drive was a cesspit.
Who would delete it all?
No, no, I wasn't dead. This was just... what being unconscious was. That was it. I would wake up in the hospital safe and sound. Maybe with a bump on the head. I had padding. Being a little husky would help in getting hit, right?
The sound of a waterfall drew my attention. I turned to find... a shadowy figure standing by a curtain of water. Mist spilled from it and billowed around the figure. In the vapor, I could see images of a body covered up on the street, police around it.
Wait, I knew that street.
"That's not me, right?" I asked, floating toward the shadowy figure.
"Sorry," the figure said. "My apologies for causing your death. I didn't mean for my App to lead you to get hit by a car."
"I'm dead?" I gasped.
"You are dead, Mark Johnson."
"Shit." My mom was going to find my porn collection. "Shit, shit, shit."
"I am truly sorry." The figure clasped its hands together, fingers long and thin.
"Great." I stared at the being. "So, uh, are you God or something."
"Not how you would think of God. I am a being with a singular ability to see all the infinite universes of creation and... interact with them." The figure glanced at the mist. "This is but one world, the Bimbo App World, as I like to think about it. A world of many possibilities for entertainment. You were supposed to be a part of that entertainment. Yes, yes, I would have loved to see what you would have done with the Bimbo App, and then..."
"Some asshole ran the red light and killed me," I muttered. "Well, sorry you don't get to enjoy your jollies watching me with that App."
"Oh, but I shall," said the figure. "I will reincarnate you in another world with the Bimbo App. A fantasy world."
"What, really?" Hope surged in me. "I'm going to be the hero in a fantasy Isekai harem story?"
"Something like that."
I grinned from ear to ear. Let my mom find my porn. I was off to a world full of sexy anime girls. "Okay." I glanced down at my plump form. "I don't have the, er, physique for adventuring in a fantasy world."
"That will be... remedied. You will know how to fight. How to wield your abilities. You shall have the chance to save that world however you choose." The figure snapped his fingers. "Good luck."
Light exploded around me.
~ * ~
Anni the Fighter
"Come on," I hissed in annoyance, hefting my sword and shield. "Just stop dodging!"
I swung at the blue slime with my blade, a cleaving blow to cut it in half.
It parted its body so that my sword missed. Missed! Fury washed through me. The pile of blue goo reformed as if to mock me. I ground my teeth and slashed again, needing to slay this monster. It was a blue slime.
If I couldn't slay a blue slime, how great of an adventurer was I? I would never be good enough to challenge the Demon Lord, let alone leave Narsi and adventure in the greater world. But the disgusting creature dodged my attacks.
Tentacles erupted from the creature and hurtled for me. I blocked with my shield. I felt the squishy impacts, my body shuddering. These things were foul. Disgusting. My skin crawled just thinking about those nasty appendages touching me. Molesting me.
Slimes had a taste for female adventures.
"All men are disgusting pigs!" I roared and slashed at a tentacle.