(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).
(Also, more Pump Queens is coming. I was in the hospital for awhile and I'm taking a break for now to write something more indulgent haha. I'll get back to PQ as soon as I can, thank you for understanding).
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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).
