Tessa adjusted her blazer, the crisp fabric hugging her slender frame as she strode through the bustling café. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor, a sound that always made her feel in control. She ordered her usual—a black coffee, no sugar—and waited with an air of impatience, her sharp eyes scanning the room. When the barista handed her the cup, she barely managed a curt “thanks” before turning on her heel.“Excuse me,” a voice called out, soft but insistent. Tessa glanced over her shoulder to see an older woman with wild, silver hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a flowing dress that seemed out of place in the modern café, and her hands clutched a leather-bound notebook. “You dropped this.”Tessa frowned, glancing at the notebook. It wasn’t hers. “I didn’t drop anything,” she said, her tone clipped. “Maybe it belongs to someone else.”The woman’s gaze hardened, and for a moment, Tessa felt a strange chill run down her spine. “Oh, it’s yours now,” the woman said, her voice low and almost musical. “And you’ll find it quite… enlightening.” She pressed the notebook into Tessa’s hands before turning and disappearing into the crowd.Tessa rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Weirdo.” She tossed the notebook into her bag without a second thought and headed to work.---By the end of the day, Tessa had forgotten about the strange encounter. She’d been her usual self—sharp-tongued and unapologetic. Her assistant had borne the brunt of her frustration when he’d messed up a report, and she hadn’t hesitated to let him know exactly how incompetent she thought he was. The barista at lunch had gotten a scathing remark when her order was wrong, and even the janitor had received a glare for being in her way.When she got home, she tossed her bag onto the couch and poured herself a glass of wine. As she sipped it, she noticed the notebook peeking out from her bag. Curiosity got the better of her, and she pulled it out, flipping it open.The first page was blank except for a single line of elegant script: “Every action has its consequence.” Tessa scoffed, flipping to the next page. Her breath caught in her throat.There, in bold, were the words: Bimbo Tally: 3.Below it was a list of changes:- Breasts: +3 cup sizes - Waist: -3 inches - Hips: +6 inches - Lips: +30% - Eyelashes: +30% - Intelligence: -30% - Arousal: +30% Tessa laughed out loud. “What kind of joke is this?” she muttered, tossing the notebook aside. She finished her wine and headed to bed, dismissing the whole thing as some bizarre prank.---The next morning, Tessa woke up feeling… different. Her body felt heavier, yet lighter in ways she couldn’t quite explain. She stretched, her hands brushing against something soft and full. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down.Her small, pert breasts were gone. In their place were two voluptuous mounds that strained against her silk nightgown. She gasped, sitting up and running her hands over them. They were real—soft, heavy, and impossibly large. She stumbled out of bed and rushed to the mirror, nearly tripping over her own feet.Her reflection made her freeze. Her waist was impossibly narrow, cinched in like an hourglass, while her hips flared out dramatically. Her lips were plump and pouty, and her eyelashes were long and thick, framing her wide eyes. She looked like… like a bimbo.“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”But it was. Her body thrummed with a strange energy, a warmth that pooled low in her belly. She felt… aroused. More than she ever had before. Her mind felt foggy, thoughts slipping away before she could fully grasp them.She grabbed the notebook from the couch and flipped it open. The tally was still there: Bimbo Tally: 3. Below it was a new note: “To reset the tally, perform oral sex on a man or woman, depending on who you offended more yesterday.”Tessa’s cheeks burned as she read the words. Yesterday… she’d been rude to three men and one woman. That meant…Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Her nipples hardened beneath the silk, and a throbbing ache settled between her legs. She bit her swollen lower lip, trying to think clearly, but the fog in her mind made it impossible.She needed relief. She needed… someone.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she grabbed it without thinking. It was a text from her assistant, Mark: “Hey, I just wanted to apologize again for messing up the report yesterday. I’ll do better next time.”Tessa stared at the screen, her heart racing. Mark… he was sweet, if a little clueless. And he was definitely a man.Before she could second-guess herself, she typed back: “Come over. Now.”---Mark arrived twenty minutes later, looking nervous but eager to make amends. Tessa opened the door, and his eyes widened as he took in her transformed appearance.“Uh… hi,” he stammered, his gaze flicking over her body. “You look… different.”Tessa didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She grabbed his tie and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him. “Sit,” she commanded, pushing him onto the couch.Mark obeyed, his face flushed. “Tessa, what’s going on?”She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands trembling as she unbuckled his belt. “Just shut up and let me fix this,” she muttered, pulling down his pants.His cock sprang free, already half-hard. Tessa hesitated for only a moment before wrapping her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth. Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move.The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of him, the taste, the way he filled her mouth. Her body responded instantly, her arousal spiking as she sucked him with a desperation she didn’t understand. Her breasts pressed against his thighs, heavy and sensitive, and she moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse.“Fuck, Tessa,” he gasped, his hips bucking slightly. “Where did this come from?”She didn’t answer, too focused on the task at hand. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock before she took him deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as she worked him with a skill she didn’t know she had.Mark’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on her hair tightening. “I’m close,” he warned, but Tessa didn’t stop. She wanted this—needed this. She sucked harder, faster, until he came with a strangled cry, spilling into her mouth.She swallowed every drop, her body trembling with need. When she finally pulled away, she looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips swollen and glistening.Mark stared at her, dazed and panting. “What… what just happened?”Tessa didn’t answer. She grabbed the notebook and flipped it open. The tally was still there: Bimbo Tally: 2.She cursed under her breath. One down… two to go.Mark reached for her, his hand brushing against her cheek. “Tessa…”She slapped his hand away, standing up abruptly. “Get out,” she snapped, her voice trembling.Mark looked hurt but didn’t argue. He pulled up his pants and left without another word.Tessa collapsed onto the couch, her body still thrumming with arousal. She glanced at the notebook again, her mind racing.Two more…

Tessa, after receiving a mysterious notebook from an older woman, finds herself transformed into a bimbo overnight, with changes to her body and mind. She discovers that to reset the tally in the notebook, she must perform oral sex on a man or woman, depending on who she offended more the previous day. Tessa, driven by an overwhelming need for relief, summons her assistant Mark to her home and performs oral sex on him, reducing the tally by one.

Tessa adjusted her blazer, the crisp fabric hugging her slender frame as she strode through the bustling café. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor, a sound that always made her feel in control. She ordered her usual—a black coffee, no sugar—and waited with an air of impatience, her sharp eyes scanning the room. When the barista handed her the cup, she barely managed a curt “thanks” before turning on her heel.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out, soft but insistent. Tessa glanced over her shoulder to see an older woman with wild, silver hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a flowing dress that seemed out of place in the modern café, and her hands clutched a leather-bound notebook. “You dropped this.”

Tessa frowned, glancing at the notebook. It wasn’t hers. “I didn’t drop anything,” she said, her tone clipped. “Maybe it belongs to someone else.”

The woman’s gaze hardened, and for a moment, Tessa felt a strange chill run down her spine. “Oh, it’s yours now,” the woman said, her voice low and almost musical. “And you’ll find it quite… enlightening.” She pressed the notebook into Tessa’s hands before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Tessa rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Weirdo.” She tossed the notebook into her bag without a second thought and headed to work.

---

By the end of the day, Tessa had forgotten about the strange encounter. She’d been her usual self—sharp-tongued and unapologetic. Her assistant had borne the brunt of her frustration when he’d messed up a report, and she hadn’t hesitated to let him know exactly how incompetent she thought he was. The barista at lunch had gotten a scathing remark when her order was wrong, and even the janitor had received a glare for being in her way.

When she got home, she tossed her bag onto the couch and poured herself a glass of wine. As she sipped it, she noticed the notebook peeking out from her bag. Curiosity got the better of her, and she pulled it out, flipping it open.

The first page was blank except for a single line of elegant script: *“Every action has its consequence.”* Tessa scoffed, flipping to the next page. Her breath caught in her throat.

There, in bold, were the words: **Bimbo Tally: 3.**

Below it was a list of changes:

- **Breasts:** +3 cup sizes  
- **Waist:** -3 inches  
- **Hips:** +6 inches  
- **Lips:** +30%  
- **Eyelashes:** +30%  
- **Intelligence:** -30%  
- **Arousal:** +30%  

Tessa laughed out loud. “What kind of joke is this?” she muttered, tossing the notebook aside. She finished her wine and headed to bed, dismissing the whole thing as some bizarre prank.

---

The next morning, Tessa woke up feeling… different. Her body felt heavier, yet lighter in ways she couldn’t quite explain. She stretched, her hands brushing against something soft and full. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down.

Her small, pert breasts were gone. In their place were two voluptuous mounds that strained against her silk nightgown. She gasped, sitting up and running her hands over them. They were real—soft, heavy, and impossibly large. She stumbled out of bed and rushed to the mirror, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Her reflection made her freeze. Her waist was impossibly narrow, cinched in like an hourglass, while her hips flared out dramatically. Her lips were plump and pouty, and her eyelashes were long and thick, framing her wide eyes. She looked like… like a bimbo.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”

But it was. Her body thrummed with a strange energy, a warmth that pooled low in her belly. She felt… aroused. More than she ever had before. Her mind felt foggy, thoughts slipping away before she could fully grasp them.

She grabbed the notebook from the couch and flipped it open. The tally was still there: **Bimbo Tally: 3.** Below it was a new note: *“To reset the tally, perform oral sex on a man or woman, depending on who you offended more yesterday.”*

Tessa’s cheeks burned as she read the words. Yesterday… she’d been rude to three men and one woman. That meant…

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Her nipples hardened beneath the silk, and a throbbing ache settled between her legs. She bit her swollen lower lip, trying to think clearly, but the fog in her mind made it impossible.

She needed relief. She needed… someone.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she grabbed it without thinking. It was a text from her assistant, Mark: *“Hey, I just wanted to apologize again for messing up the report yesterday. I’ll do better next time.”*

Tessa stared at the screen, her heart racing. Mark… he was sweet, if a little clueless. And he was definitely a man.

Before she could second-guess herself, she typed back: *“Come over. Now.”*

---

Mark arrived twenty minutes later, looking nervous but eager to make amends. Tessa opened the door, and his eyes widened as he took in her transformed appearance.

“Uh… hi,” he stammered, his gaze flicking over her body. “You look… different.”

Tessa didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She grabbed his tie and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him. “Sit,” she commanded, pushing him onto the couch.

Mark obeyed, his face flushed. “Tessa, what’s going on?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands trembling as she unbuckled his belt. “Just shut up and let me fix this,” she muttered, pulling down his pants.

His cock sprang free, already half-hard. Tessa hesitated for only a moment before wrapping her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth. Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move.

The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of him, the taste, the way he filled her mouth. Her body responded instantly, her arousal spiking as she sucked him with a desperation she didn’t understand. Her breasts pressed against his thighs, heavy and sensitive, and she moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse.

“Fuck, Tessa,” he gasped, his hips bucking slightly. “Where did this come from?”

She didn’t answer, too focused on the task at hand. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock before she took him deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as she worked him with a skill she didn’t know she had.

Mark’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on her hair tightening. “I’m close,” he warned, but Tessa didn’t stop. She wanted this—needed this. She sucked harder, faster, until he came with a strangled cry, spilling into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her body trembling with need. When she finally pulled away, she looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips swollen and glistening.

Mark stared at her, dazed and panting. “What… what just happened?”

Tessa didn’t answer. She grabbed the notebook and flipped it open. The tally was still there: **Bimbo Tally: 2.**

She cursed under her breath. One down… two to go.

Mark reached for her, his hand brushing against her cheek. “Tessa…”

She slapped his hand away, standing up abruptly. “Get out,” she snapped, her voice trembling.

Mark looked hurt but didn’t argue. He pulled up his pants and left without another word.

Tessa collapsed onto the couch, her body still thrumming with arousal. She glanced at the notebook again, her mind racing.

Two more…

A meticulously dressed and sharp-tongued woman finds herself on the receiving end of a witch's curse after a rude encounter. Every act of rudeness earns her a "bimbo tally mark," transforming her body and mind in increasingly provocative ways, with each mark making her more voluptuous, less intelligent, and more aroused. To reset the tally, she must perform oral sex on the same gender she offended, navigating a complex web of desire and humiliation.

Curse of the Bimbo Tally

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