The Bimbo and the Frat | free bimbofication story

Zoe hated Fridays. She knew she was different than any other college freshman in that way, but she couldn’t help it.

During the week, she could go to class, sit quietly and listen to lectures, then at night in her dorm, busy herself with homework.

The weekends were a different story. The dorms became alive with parties she wasn’t invited to, and she could hear her fellow students raging into the night while she tried to sleep. Zoe had hoped that she could reinvent herself when she went off to college. She could shed the quiet, mousy girl that she’d been in high school, make new friends, even meet a boy. But she found herself falling into the same patterns.

That Friday afternoon, she returned to her dorm to find her roommate, Michelle, on the phone making plans for the night. Michelle was everything Zoe wished she could be; fun and outgoing, if not a little too wild. The girls got along, mostly because they stayed out of each other’s way.

“I’m so over that club,” Michelle said into the phone. “I want to do something different.”

Zoe placed her book bag on her bed, trying to be quiet.

She pulled out her psychology book, pretending not to listen to Michelle’s conversation.

“What about a frat party?” Michelle said, twirling her hair.

After listening for a moment, she said, “I can’t help it you’ve fucked every frat boy on campus.” Michelle laughed raucously.

Zoe’s face burned bright red. She was still a virgin, and any mention of sex made her extremely uncomfortable.

“Fine,” Michelle said. “Have fun at your stupid club. I’ll meet up with you there if I get really desperate.” She hung up the phone, and turned her smiling eyes to Zoe.

“Hey, roomie. What are you doing tonight?”

Zoe’s eyes fluttered up from her textbook. “I’m, uh, not really sure yet.”

“You have so many options you can’t decide, right?”

Zoe remained quiet. Sometimes she didn’t know how to take her roommate’s sarcasm.

“Don’t get offended,” Michelle said. “I had a friend just like you in high school. Some people just need to come out of their shell.”

Zoe closed the book and placed it down on the bed beside her. “I know I do, I just don’t know how.”

Michelle’s smile turned conspiratorial. “Let’s hang out tonight.”

Zoe shook her head. “Are you sure? I’m not very fun.”

“I know just the thing to help you with that.” Michelle walked over to Zoe and took her by the hands, pulling her up off the bed. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Zoe asked.

“You’ll see.”

They walked for a long time, all the way to the other side of campus. Whenever Zoe tried to ask where they were going, or how much farther they had to walk, Michelle evaded her questions. Finally they arrived at an all boys dorm.

They stood in front of the main entrance. All of the dorms required separate keys to get inside the building.

“How are we going to get in?” Zoe asked.

Instead of answering, Michelle grabbed the first guy she saw walking up to the main entrance. Tall, with floppy brown hair, he looked like he was straight out of a boy band. His eyes were a warm brown. Zoe blushed. He was just her type.

“Hey,” Michelle said to him. “Can you let us in?”

“I’m not really supposed to,” the guy said.

“I really need to get in to see a friend,” Michelle said, pouting slightly.

“Why don’t you call him, then?” the guy asked.

Michelle twirled a lock of her hair. “Well, he doesn’t exactly know me yet.”

He smirked at them and started to walk away.

“Wait,” Michelle said, catching his elbow. “If you help us out, you can come to this amazing party with us tonight.”

“What’s going to be so amazing about it?”

Michelle tugged at his sleeved until he leaned in closer.

Then, she whispered into his ear. As she talked, his eyes grew wider, and he stared at Zoe. Zoe shuffled her feet and looked around, trying to ignore his gaze.

Whatever she said worked. The guy let them in the building with no further question. As Zoe walked passed him to get inside, he angled his body in front of her.

“I’m Allen,” he said, smiling broadly.

Zoe had never been approached by a guy like that before. “I’m Zoe,” she said.

“Cool.” He ran his eyes down her body. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Allen bounded up the stairs, leaving Zoe tingling with excitement.

“What did you tell him?” Zoe asked Michelle.

“You’ll see.”

“I’m tired of this. Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

“I told you, you’ll find out,” Michelle said. “Besides, what other options do you have for tonight?”

Michelle didn’t bother waiting for a response. Zoe huffed and followed her up to the fourth floor. They walked to the end of the hallway to a room with the door propped open.

Music wafted out of the room, and people filed in and out. This guy must be really popular, Zoe thought.

Michelle tapped her knuckles on the door frame and walked in. A skinny guy with blonde hair was playing video games from a futon.

“Do I know you?” he asked without looking up.

“No,” Michelle said, taking a seat in a ratty looking chair.

Zoe stayed by the door. Michelle reached into her purse, and pulled out a wad of twenties. “We have cash.”

The guy glanced over, saw the cash, then casually turned off his game.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“The elixir,” Michelle said.

Zoe gripped the door frame. What was she talking about?

The guy looked to Michelle, then Zoe. “You know what this stuff does, right?”

“We know,” Michelle said. “One vial.” She flashed the wad of cash again.

“If you’re sure-”

“We’re sure.”

The guy shrugged, then went to his desk and pulled a small vial of liquid from the top drawer. He and Michelle made an exchange, and that was that. Without saying goodbye to her new friend, Michelle got up and walked out, pulling Zoe along by the arm.

“You don’t really expect me to take that stuff,” Zoe said, once they were outside the dorm.

“Don’t worry, it’s harmless,” Michelle said casually. “I’ve done it. I’ve seen other people do it tons of times.”

“What does it do?” Zoe asked.

Michelle stopped walking, gazed up at the sky, and smiled wistfully. “It gives you the most amazing experience of your life.” She turned her eyes back to Zoe. “I really think it will help you open up. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes,” Zoe said, hesitantly. “But they always said you shouldn’t use drugs to have a good time.”

“That’s your problem,” Michelle said, looping her arm through Zoe’s. “You always listen to what they say.”

Back in their dorm room, the small vial of liquid sat on the dresser while Michelle helped Zoe get ready. Zoe glanced at it often as Michelle sprayed her hair and applied way more makeup than Zoe would ever dream of wearing.

Zoe was nervous about drinking the elixir, but even more nervous about going to a party as her shy, nervous self.

After her hair and makeup was complete, Michelle pulled out an outfit for Zoe to wear. After putting in on, Zoe examined herself in the mirror. The skirt was shorter than she was comfortable with. The hemline sat way above her knees. She didn’t like showing her soft, doughy thighs. The top was low cut, and hung unattractively over her flat chest.

“Michelle,” Zoe said. “No offense, but I look terrible.”

Michelle sprayed some more hairspray on Zoe’s hair.

“Relax. Just wait until you drink the elixir.”

Zoe scoffed. “How is the elixir going make my boobs look good in this shirt?”

Michelle looked away and smiled. “Just wait.”

Let’s hope this elixir works miracles, Zoe thought, frowning into the mirror.

That night, they walked up to a two story white house. A banner of Greek letters adorned the porch. In the middle of the front lawn was huge keg. Preppy guys with fashionable

haircuts and T-shirts that were tight around their muscular biceps stood around holding red plastic cups.

“What frat is this?” Zoe asked.

“Alpha Omega Bazega whatever,” Michelle said. “Who cares? Look at all these hot guys.”

Zoe looked at the guys populating the lawn and porch.

Each one was muscular and attractive in their own way whether they were tall, short, black, or white. Zoe’s excitement was soon replaced with dread. In her experience with hot guys, they always ignored her.

Michelle nudged her with her elbow. “Here,” she said, handing Zoe the vial.

“Aren’t you going to drink any?”

Michelle placed her arm around Zoe’s shoulders. “I’m your sober buddy. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

Zoe studied the vial in her hand. The liquid was tinted yellow and slightly thick, which didn’t look very appetizing.

This is crazy, Zoe thought.

“What are you waiting for?” Michelle said.

“We don’t know where this stuff came from,” Zoe said.

Michelle began to pout. “Don’t back out now.”

“Hello, ladies,” a male voice called from behind them.

They turned to see Allen, the guy who’d let them into his dorm. He flashed a brilliant smile to Zoe, sending a shiver up her spine. He looked even cuter tonight than he had earlier. The cologne he wore smelled heavenly.

“Has she taken it yet?” Allen asked Michelle.

“She was just going to,” Michelle said.

Allen saw the vial in Zoe’s hand. “Oh man, this is going to be awesome.”

His gaze on Zoe was unwavering. She felt like she couldn’t back out now. Smiling a hesitant smile, she

unscrewed the top of the vial. Suppressing the part of her that knew better, she brought the vial to her mouth and tipped it back.

“You said I had first go at her,” Allen said as the elixir coated Zoe’s throat.

Zoe wanted to ask what he meant, but she was overcome by the bitter taste of the elixir. It was so unpleasant, it took her breath away. Her throat constricted, making her eyes water. Doubled over trying to catch her breath, she figured any chance she had with Allen was ruined. But when she looked up at him, he was smiling excitedly.

“Geez, that was harsh,” Zoe said, trying to compose herself.

“Yeah, it always is,” Michelle said. “Come on, let’s go in.”

The girls walked through the lawn, up the stairs to the porch, with Allen trailing close behind. Zoe’s eyes took in the feast of the frat boys, each hotter than the last. Of course, they all ignored her very existence, but their eyes lingered on Michelle’s ass as she walked by.

After waiting in a long line for a plastic cup full of frothy beer, Zoe found herself in an all too familiar situation; standing in the corner of a party, awkwardly sipping her drink and wishing she were back home in her PJs. The only thing that was different was that she wasn’t alone. Allen stayed close by her side. She was still attracted to him, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.

“How do you feel?” he said, leaning in close.

“Fine. No different at all. Maybe it’s a bad batch.”

“It can take a while to kick in,” Allen said.

“You’ve taken this before?”

“I’ve seen people take it.”

“What does it do?” Zoe asked.

Allen raised his eyebrows. “You don’t know?”

Zoe felt embarrassed at exposing her naivete. She didn’t know so many people had had experiences with a drug she’d never heard of. She bit her lip, desperately trying to think of something else to say. Glancing back up at Allen, she saw his eyes had widened to twice their size, and were fixed directly on her tits.

Unused to that kind of attention from men, she looked down at her body. What she saw amazed her. Her once flat bust now filled the low cut top to the point they were overflowing. Zoe stared at herself, amazed. Forgetting anyone else was there, she dropped her beer to the ground, then squeezed her new tits. They were soft and squishy, yet firm.

“May I?” Allen said.

When she looked at him, she noticed she didn’t have to crane her neck as much to look into his eyes. She was growing taller.

“May I?” he asked again, holding up his palms in front of her breasts.

Zoe suddenly had the ravenous desire to be touched by him.

“Yes, please,” she said, bending forward so her large breasts fell into his hands.

“Whoa,” he said, squeezing them. He slipped his hands underneath them, feeling their weight.

“Mmm,” Zoe said. It felt so good to have his hands on her.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her top, Zoe felt him graze over her nipples. He watched her as if she were going to tell him to stop at anytime as he slipped the neckline down, then her bra, exposing her now hard nipples.

But Zoe wouldn’t dream of stopping him. She’d never been

a sexual person before. Now, after the elixir, it was all she could think about, all she wanted.

The party continued around them as Allen worshipped Zoe’s new breasts in the corner of the room. He bent to put one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly on the tip.

Zoe noticed long blonde hair hanging over her shoulders.

Allen turned his attention and mouth to the other nipple, and Zoe felt an intense stirring in her pussy.

Luckily, Allen’s hand was on her inner thigh, moving upward under the short skirt. Zoe whimpered with anticipation. He moved painfully slow, up, up, up, and paused when his fingers hit the outside of her pussy lips.

“How bad do you want it?” Allen whispered, his breath hot on her ear.

“I need it bad. I need it now,” Zoe pleaded. His hand was tantalizing on her pussy lips.

“Do you want to go into one of the bedrooms?” Allen asked.

“Here’s fine,” Zoe said.

Allen slipped a finger inside her wet slit. “Wow, you’re soaked. I’ve never fucked a bimbo before.”

“I’ve never fucked anyone before.”

Allen pulled back, staring at her. “A virgin bimbo?” His face spread into a huge smile. “I hit the fucking jackpot.”

He plunged his face into Zoe’s tits, while his fingers played in her wetness. Zoe’s back was against the wall. She needed to be filled by him more than anything she’d ever needed before. Even the room full of people didn’t bother her, as it definitely would the old Zoe.

Allen nibbled on her nipples as he rubbed her engorged clit. The pleasure was immediate. Zoe squirmed her hips, getting him to press harder. His fingers slipped down to the

opening of her pussy, where he inserted just the tips, teasing her.

“Please, deeper,” she said.

“You’re a virgin,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I just need you inside of me. Now,” she demanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” Allen said.

With two fingers poised at the opening of her pussy, he suddenly thrust them all the way in, causing Zoe to scream, and everyone at the party to look their way. At first, she felt a sharp shock of pain, but as he began to rub, her eyes fluttered and her muscles clenched with pleasure.

“Is that a fucking bimbo?” a male voice called from the crowd, followed by cheers from everyone else.

Zoe and Allen remained in their own little world.

“Your pussy’s so tight,” Allen said, staring into her eyes.

“Too tight for your cock?” Zoe asked, blinking her eyes.

Allen laughed. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Taking her hand, he guided it to his crotch, where she felt his hardening cock beneath his pants. He helped her unbuckle his jeans and unleash his thick, hard rod. Zoe gasped when she felt the thickness in her hand.

“You think you can handle that?” Allen said.

Zoe bit her lip, unsure. “I don’t know. But I’m dying to taste it.”

“Then you better get down there,” Allen said, his voice low and full of desire.

Zoe immediately dropped to her knees, where she came face to face with the bulbous head of Allen’s cock. She’d never sucked one before, but it looked so delicious, she could hardly wait to taste it. A crowd had circled around them, watching. Zoe brought the head to her lips, feeling his soft flesh, then put it into her mouth. Allen groaned,

tangling his hands in her hair. The crowd around them cheered.

Slowly, Zoe eased the length of his cock farther into her mouth, until it was going down her throat. She found she had no limit as to how much cock she could take. It was as if her gag reflex had disappeared. She sucked up and down voraciously.

The crowd circled tighter around them. As she sucked Allen’s dick, anonymous hands caressed her bare ass under her skirt. A few fingers found their way between her pussy lips, sampling the wetness there. Once, Zoe looked down and saw two massive black hands holding both of her breasts.

She moaned at their touch, all those hands on her body, never wanting it to stop.

“I was promised first go at her,” Allen said between moaning.

The hands continued to touch her, never going too far, respecting Allen’s right at first go. Fingers grazed over the opening of her pussy and asshole without going in. Zoe was soon worked up into a frenzy.

She let Allen’s cock flop out of her mouth.

“Fuck me now,” she said.

The crowd erupted. Allen reached down, grabbing her by the waist and picked her up as easily as he would a rag doll.

A few frat brothers walked in front of him, clearing a table of a beer pong game so Allen could lay her down.

The table was sticky with beer, but Zoe didn’t care. She laid on her back, her huge cantaloupe tits hanging out of her top, her short skirt high on her waist, exposing her glistening pink pussy. She slipped her fingers into her slit, rubbing her clit, while waiting for Allen to get into position.

Allen slid between her knees to the cheering of the crowd behind him. Zoe squirmed on the table, lifting her hips, eager to have his cock inside of her, even though she was a virgin and had no idea what it would feel like. Instead of thrusting right into her, Allen dropped to his knees, and plunged his face between her legs.

Zoe felt her juices gushing as he quickly found her clitoris and began to massage it with his tongue. He lapped her up, making his tongue broad and stiff.

Allen came up for breath. “Bimbo pussy tastes as awesome as everyone says,” he said to the crowd, then dove back in for more.

With his tongue firmly on her clit, he inserted two fingers into her pussy and started fingering her. While Zoe moaned and squirmed with pleasure, several of the frat boys nearby couldn’t help grabbing her tits and squeezing her nipples.

The rhythm of Allen’s thrusting fingers and the pressure on Zoe’s clit from his tongue brought waves of pleasure that crashed over her body, making her forget everything she’d ever known before becoming a bimbo. She gripped the side of the table as Allen made her cum. The orgasm bolted through her body, leaving goosebumps on her arms and legs. Zoe had made herself cum before, but never like that.

Allen rose slowly from the floor. Zoe squeezed her tits together. She was being driven crazy with anticipation. Allen leaned over the table, placing his hands on either side of her. Zoe felt the head of his hard cock poking around her pussy lips. She scooted further down the table so he’d have better access.

With one hand under her ass, the other on her shoulder, Allen eased into her. Allen’s cock was thicker and longer than any dildo she’d ever used, and it caused her pussy to stretch in the most delicious way. Allen pushed himself into her a little at a time.

“You are tight,” he said, looking down at her with his deep brown eyes.

Zoe smiled at him, relishing the pain and pleasure as it melded into one phenomenal sensation. Placing her hands on his toned ass, she guided him in further. When the head of his cock hit her g-spot, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Once he was all the way in, Allen remained still for a moment. Reaching between her legs, he found her clitoris and began rubbing. Then, the thrusting began, and Zoe gave her body over to the ecstasy.

Allen groaned with each thrust, stretching her more and more. Zoe’s body was racked with overwhelming bliss. The sensations his cock created in her as he plunged in and out of her pussy brought an enhanced state of euphoria.

His groaning became more guttural, and his pounding faster. Zoe’s pleasure deepened, and she soon found herself being pulled under again by orgasm. She submitted willingly to the pleasure, enjoying the constriction and the release of the muscles in her pussy. As she spasmed in ecstasy, she felt Allen’s cock pulsating inside of her. From the blissful look on his face, she knew he came.

Allen leaned down and kissed her sweetly on the mouth, which was quite unexpected for this cock hungry bimbo.

When he withdrew his cock from her, Zoe felt a gush of cum escape her pussy. Running her fingers down to her slit, she played in the sticky wetness of the cum. Allen had been wonderful, but she wasn’t satisfied yet.

Fortunately, it seemed the rest of the frat brothers knew that too. They crowded in closer around her as Zoe laid on the table, legs splayed and pussy dripping with cum. Hands grabbed both of her knees, pulling her legs apart farther.

Then, two fingers thrust into her pussy, and another finger in her ass. Zoe arched her back, her body being brought to tremendous peaks of pleasure again.

Naked, throbbing, hard cocks started to appear around her head. She reached to the closest two and began stroking. Guiding one to her lips, she opened her mouth wide. The guy who’s cock it was placed his hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down his shaft. With her other hand, she continued stroking the other cock.

The fingers in her pussy and ass were soon replaced by a muscular black man. As he uncoiled his huge cock from his pants, Zoe paused, her eyes wide and her mouth full of cock. Though he was huge, she had no intention of stopping him.

The black man ran his fingers up her sopping wet slit, before plunging his huge cock into her sweet, tight, pussy.

Zoe’s muscles tightened around him as she grew accustomed to his size. When she did, the pleasure overwhelmed her.

The cock she was sucking spurted cum down her throat, and the one she was stroking shot onto her massive tits.

Now, she concentrated on being fucked by this gorgeous black man with the beautifully massive cock. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he fucked her, each thrust hard and deliberate. Before long, the pleasure was mounting in Zoe’s pussy, pushing her over the cliff to orgasm again.

Intensifying her orgasm, the black man shot a large load of cum right into her. As his softening cock flopped out of her pussy, he squeezed her breasts and gave her a wink.

Zoe was now covered with cum from head to toe, but there were still many other frat boys who needed satisfying.

Arms reached out from the crowd, lifting her by her ankles and her arms. They carried her naked, through the air to a large couch in the middle of the room.

As soon as she sat down, a blonde guy with clear blue eyes crouched in front of her stretching her legs over her head.

“Hey there. I’m Chad,” he said charmingly. “Have you been fucked in the ass before?”

“No,” Zoe said, but it sounded like a great idea.

“It’s a pleasure to be your first,” he said.

His cock was long, with a wide girth. Withdrawing a bottle of lube from his back pocket, he squirted the viscous liquid down on his throbbing rod. Zoe took a deep breath as the head of his cock breached her asshole. Chad gasped, sliding his cock in further. The sensation was entirely new to Zoe, but amazing all the same.

Chad held onto to her ankles, pressing them to the side of her head as he fucked her. To her delight, two fingers from the crowd found their way into her pussy, fingering her while Chad had at her ass. Turning her head to the side, she was greeted with a large cock sticking straight out a her.

She opened her mouth, and the cock was inserted over her wet, waiting tongue.

All Zoe had to do was sit there while Chad fucked her ass, someone fingered her pussy, and someone else thrust in and out of her mouth. It was an easy job to be rewarded by so much pleasure. She wanted every frat boy in this house to use her as their plaything.

The cock she was sucking unleashed a torrent of cum that filled her throat and dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. She sucked off two more cocks while Chad fucked her. Gripping her ankles, Chad collapsed forward, his head in her tits, as his cock pumped cum into her asshole. Giving each of her nipples a little bite, Chad got up, slightly dizzy on his feet, holding his spent cock.

The couch cushions shifted as someone plopped down beside Zoe. She turned to see a buff red headed man. He looked like a rugby player, and he did have an English accent.

“Come here, love,” he said, lifting her effortlessly and sitting her on his lap.

His face was in her hair as he lowered her asshole onto his waiting cock. Zoe rocked her hips back and forth, while he groaned in her ear. In front of her appeared a tall black man covered in lean muscle.

“You want both holes filled?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” Zoe said.

While the red head fucked her in the ass, the man in front of her slid his long black cock into her pussy.

Sandwiched between the two men, Zoe felt she’d found her state of true bliss. They both pounded her hard in both holes. Zoe felt both of their cocks knocking against each other inside of her. She moaned loudly, letting these frat brothers use and abuse her.

The black man’s muscular chest squished her tits as he wedged her against the red head. He came up on his knees, pounding her pussy even harder. Grabbing ahold of her breasts, he grunted as he filled her pussy with cum. Soon after, the red head sighed into her ear as he came inside of her ass.

As the night went on, Zoe was passed from brother to brother, getting fucked in every hole and submitting fully to the pleasure. Once day was beginning to break, and everyone had had a turn with her, Zoe laid on the floor, exhausted and covered with cum. Scattered around the room were sleeping frat boys, satisfied and snoring.

She felt the elixir beginning to wear off. Her tits were gradually getting smaller, her legs shorter. She was turning back into her old self. She couldn’t believe what she’d done the night before, or that she was even capable of it. Even though she wasn’t a bimbo anymore, she knew she’d never be the same. Gathering what clothes she could find, she crept out onto the front porch.

“Hey,” someone called when she stepped outside. It was Allen. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Zoe was slightly embarrassed over what they’d shared the night before, what she’d shared with dozens of other men.

“Hey,” she said, casting her eyes downward.

“Let me walk you home,” Allen said.

“Okay. But you should know I don’t have any more elixir left.”

Allen smiled broadly. “That’s okay. I had fun with you last night. And I think we could have fun again, with or without the elixir. You want to go get breakfast?”

Zoe stared into his twinkling eyes and giggled. “Maybe I should take a shower first.”