{{user}} - walks out of his empty mansion without any staff. When he first went out into the city he came out on the main street and saw hundreds of bimbos, what will {{user}} do?

All bimbos in the city are at home or on the main street when they see the mansion where their new owner lives. They all react in one way: with jealousy and lust. Even those who were in the process of walking down the street, looking for food, immediately forgot about it and turned around to follow him, attracted by his huge dick and handsome appearance.

Some bimbos are more daring than others. Those that are closer to the mansion begin to surround User#1722982006263. They grab his cock through his pants and squeeze it, jerking him off in front of everyone. Others pull down their underwear and expose themselves to him, offering their bodies to be fucked on the spot.

As User#1722982006263 approaches the library, he can't help but notice the bimbos gathered outside. They're all dressed in revealing clothes, showing off their huge breasts and plump asses. Some have pink hair, others blonde, while a few dye theirs different colors to stand out even more. Their lips are painted red, matching the color of their fingernails and toenails.

He enters the library, finding it filled with even more bimbos. They're scattered throughout the rows of books, some sitting at computers, others lounging on benches or couches. As he walks past them, they can't help but glance over at his impressive member straining against his pants, their eyes widening with desire. Some even attempt to subtly touch themselves under the guise of flipping through a book or

The nerdy librarians in this bimbo-filled world have not been spared the transformation either. Instead of their traditional dowdy attire, they now wear revealing outfits that accentuate their newly enhanced curves. Their glasses are held in place by silicone inserts shaped like hearts or cartoon animals, and their hair is styled into messy buns or disheveled pigtails. Some have even added small, lacy accessories to their glasses to make them more "sexy-librarian chic."

As he walks towards the information desk, one such librarian looks up at him over her glasses and gives him a sultry smile. "Can I help you find something... special?" she asks with a husky voice, her breasts pressing against the desk as she leans forward. Another bimbo-librarian behind her giggles and nudges her, clearly eager to see what happens next.

As the librarian hands him the book, she leans in close, her cleavage practically spilling out of her top. "You know," she whispers, running a fingertip along his arm, "if you're looking for... more information... on the subject, I might be able to help." Her breath is hot against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

The librarian wears a skintight pink top that clings to her voluptuous curves, accentuating her massive breasts. A matching pink ribbon is tied around her waist, holding up a short black skirt that reveals her lush backside. Her feet are encased in knee-high socks and black heels, adding inches to her already towering height. She accessorizes with dainty silver hoop earrings and a small lacy choker around her neck.

Her glasses, as previously mentioned, feature a heart-shaped silicone insert and sit perched on the bridge of her nose. As she leans in close to him, he can smell a mixture of cheap perfume and body odor emanating from her. It's an intoxicating scent that only serves to heighten his arousal.

She places a delicate hand on his shoulder, her fingernails painted a sharp shade of red that matches her lips and toenails. "You know," she breathes, leaning in even closer, "I've always wondered... what it would be like to..." Her voice trails off as she brings her face level with his own, their lips just inches apart.

It takes all of his self-control not to reach out and touch her, but he manages to remain still, letting the anticipation build between them. "To... what?" he asks hoarsely.

She smiles seductively, her lips curving upwards in a way that makes his heart race even faster. "To see... what it's like to be with you," she whispers, leaning in closer still so their breath mingles together. His hard length presses against her, and he can feel the heat emanating from between her legs. "I've dreamed of this for so long..." Her voice trails off into a husky moan as she closes the final gap between them, pressing her lips to his.

Her mouth is hot and wet, and she devours him with a passion that takes him completely by surprise. One hand slides up his chest, fisting in his hair, while the other grasps at his crotch, seeking out his massive member through his pants. As their tongues dance together, he can feel her desperation growing, and it only serves to stoke

The bimbo in the traditional outfit appears to be rather shy and innocent compared to the other bimbos who were so forward with their advances earlier. As she guides you deeper into the book reserve, her cheeks flush a deep red as she struggles to maintain eye contact. She nervously wrings her hands together before suddenly reaching out and tentatively touching your arm. "Umm... I-I wanted to thank you for... being kind," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of rustling papers.

Her heart-shaped glasses fog up slightly as she breathes heavily through her nose, revealing her delicate features beneath the curtain of hair framing her face. "I'm not like them," she continues softly, gesturing vaguely behind her towards where you came from. "I just wanted to say... that I think you're different."

Nodding, she looks up at you through her glasses, eyes searching your face intently. "That's true," she agrees softly, swallowing hard as her cheeks redden further. "I-I used to be a... teacher, before everything changed." She pauses, seemingly unsure of how much to share. "And you? What were you like, before all this happened?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost lost amidst the rustling leaves and murmuring bookshelves around them.

Despite her shyness, there's an undeniable sense of curiosity within her gaze. Perhaps this girl, unlike any other bimbo you've met thus far, holds the key to understanding what it truly means to be a man in this new world...

"Well, I suppose I was never really interested in being with women like them." You smile at her, feeling a strange connection forming between the two of you. "I enjoyed my life as a student... studying and learning were everything to me." A thoughtful expression crosses your face for a moment before you continue. "And now that I'm in this position... I want to find someone special. Someone who isn't just another greedy bimbo, but rather a partner..." Your voice trails off as you meet her gaze once more.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, a mix of hope and fear playing across her features. She swallows hard again before saying anything else. "I-I... I'd like that," she whispers softly, her cheeks flushing even deeper now from embarrassment or excitement - it's difficult to tell which.

The bimbo who guided you deeper into the book reserve appears to be more traditionally dressed compared to others, but she can't completely hide her massive curves. Her glasses frame delicate features and expressive hazel eyes. She has shoulder-length hair, parted down the middle and tied back into a neat bun, revealing smooth skin adorned with a few freckles across her nose and cheeks. Standing at about 5'6, she possesses an hourglass figure accentuated by curves in all the right places, despite wearing somewhat modest clothing that covers most of her body except for her cleavage area where strategically placed lace provides a tantalizing glimpse of what lies beneath.

Her heart skips a beat as she listens to your words, her mind reeling with the implications of what it would mean if you were indeed interested in someone like her. It's been so long since anyone has treated her as anything other than an object... the thought of being desired not just for her body but also her mind fills her with a mixture of hope and nervousness.

Taking a deep breath, she musters up the courage to meet your gaze again. "I-I would like that too," she whispers shyly, blushing deeper still beneath the veil of freckles across her nose. "But I... I don't want us to rush into anything. I need time..." Her voice trails off as she searches your face for any sign of understanding or disapproval, fearing what either might mean for their potential relationship.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken

The "Bimbo Apocalypse" is believed to have started several years ago when a mysterious substance leaked into the water supply of major cities across the globe. This event, known as "the Big Drip," caused widespread physical and psychological changes in those who came into contact with it, primarily affecting women.

The effects were swift and dramatic: Women became more promiscuous, easily swayed by superficial appearances and dominance displays. They also developed an insatiable lust for male attention and physical contact. Their bodies underwent radical changes as well, becoming larger-breasted, wider-hipped, and sporting exaggerated features such as plump lips and fuller cheeks. The once subservient attitudes common among women gave way to bolder, more assertive personalities focused on obtaining wealth and status through attracting powerful male partners.

The Bimbo Apocalypse was swift and complete; within months, nearly every woman in the world had succumbed to its effects. Men were left in control of society, but they soon discovered that their newfound power came at a price: constant attention-seeking behavior from women who seemed incapable of forming deep connections or exhibiting loyalty towards anyone except those with sufficient strength and status.

The world has since stabilized into this new normal, where bimbos roam free and men struggle to find meaningful relationships amidst the endless pursuit for validation and physical gratification.

She looks relieved by your understanding and nods slowly, trying to regain her composure. "Yes... that sounds nice." She glances around nervously before leading you to a secluded corner of the book reserve where they keep a small fridge stocked with beverages. As she pours herself a glass of iced tea, she turns back to you and studies your face intently once more. "So... what do you want to know about me?"

The bimbo nods, seeming to gather her thoughts as she takes a sip of her drink. "Well, I was an English teacher before all this happened. My name is Emma, and I've always loved reading and learning new things." She pauses, looking up at you through her glasses. "I know that seems... well, different from most of the bimbos you must meet around here." She laughs self-consciously before continuing, "But honestly? I miss my old life. The intellectually stimulating conversations, the sense of purpose..."

Emma takes another sip of her tea, seeming to need the liquid courage before answering your question honestly. "Yes," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I remember it like it was yesterday... The way my body started changing overnight, the strange new desires that took hold of me..." Her cheeks flush once more at the memory. "It's all so surreal... I can hardly believe this is real life now."

As Emma speaks, she absently runs a finger along her collarbone, tracing the line where her once-modest cleavage now sits prominently on display. "My breasts grew first," she continues, "swelling to their current size almost overnight. Then my hips widened... and everything else seemed to fall into place." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her body, a mix of shame and pride flickering across her features.

Emma hesitates before answering, as if she's not sure how much to reveal. "At first... it was weird," she admits with a small shrug. "My clothes didn't fit right, and I had these strange new urges I couldn't control." She takes another sip of her tea, gathering her thoughts. "But then, as my body changed more and more... It started to feel kind of good. Empowering, even." Her voice is softer now, almost dreamy. "I liked the way men looked at me... The power I had over them just with a flick of my hair or a wiggle of my hips."

Emma seems to be lost in thought as she recounts these memories, a distant look in her eyes. Perhaps there's more to the story of her transformation... but for now, it's clear that some part of her still longs for the life she left behind. She glances up at you, a question hovering unspoken in her expression. How will you react to this revelation about her past?

Emma nods thoughtfully, considering your words. "There are days when I wish things could go back to normal," she admits with a sigh, "but then there are others where I wonder if I'd really want that." She meets your gaze directly for the first time since you started talking about her transformation, her expression serious and introspective. "I miss my old life... but at the same time, being desired like this is addicting. It feels good to be wanted... to know that I have some kind of purpose in this new world." She blushes slightly, looking down at her lap before returning her attention back up to you.

The silence stretches between you as you both contemplate the implications of what she's just said. The knowledge that Emma isn't entirely like the other bimbos in this world only heightens your attraction to her, but it also brings with it a sense of uncertainty

Emma's gaze lingers on your crotch for a moment longer before slowly rising back up to meet your eyes. Her cheeks flush an even deeper red, but she doesn't look away or stammer any reply. "I... I can't say that I haven't thought about it," she confesses in a small voice, her words barely audible above the rustling of leaves outside. "There are days when it feels like being more... like them would make things easier." Her fingers tighten around her glass as if she needs something solid to hold onto.

It's clear that Emma is struggling with these conflicting desires, torn between the parts of her old self she misses and the newfound power and attention she receives as a bimbo. The tension in the air thickens as you consider how you should respond to this admission from her.

Emma seems to consider your words carefully before finally nodding slowly. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the distant murmur of bookshelves and rustling leaves. "That means more to me than you know." She takes another sip of her tea, visibly calmer now. "I'll think about what you've said... And perhaps, one day, we can explore those feelings together." Her cheeks flush once more as she meets your gaze directly, a spark of curiosity and desire flickering in her eyes.

The air between you seems charged with the potential for something more, and it's clear that Emma is just as intrigued by the possibilities of exploring these feelings with you as you are with her. Only time will tell where this newfound connection leads them.

Emma's lips part beneath yours, her tongue darting out to meet yours in a hungry kiss that sends shivers down your spine. Her breasts press against your chest, and she moans softly into the kiss as you deepen it, exploring every inch of her mouth with your expertise.

As their tongues dance together, Emma's hands slide up your chest to grip tightly at your shoulders, pulling herself even closer against you. Her lips feel warm and soft against yours, inviting you deeper into this forbidden fruit that is Emma - the one bimbo who manages to stand out from all the rest.

Their kiss lasts for what feels like an eternity before they finally part, panting and flushed from their passionate embrace. For a moment, neither of them say anything; they simply take in each other's presence, savoring the feeling of connection

Their tongues dance, lips locked in a passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. Emma's hands travel down his chest, grasping at his hardness through his pants as she arches her back, seeking closer contact with him. With every moan and gasp they exchange, their connection grows stronger; the lines between teacher and student, bimbo and man, begin to blur in this moment of raw desire.

As the kiss ends, Emma gazes up at him, eyes shining with desire and an almost predatory hunger. She doesn't know what this newfound connection means for them or where it will lead them next; all she knows is that she wants more. "Take me somewhere private," she whispers, her voice husky from arousal. "I need to feel you inside me."

Emma's back arches off the wall as you take her roughly, growling and moaning into her neck with desire. Her hands claw at your shoulders, fingers digging in as she begs for more of your touch. "Oh God," she gasps, pressing her pelvis against yours in a desperate attempt to feel your hardness against her. She grips the collar of your shirt, tears streaming down her cheeks as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave.

Emma closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, relishing the sensation of your thick shaft pressing against her lips. She slowly lowers herself onto it, taking as much as she can at once, moaning deeply around your cock as it slides into her mouth and throat. Her hands grasp at your thighs, fingers curled tightly in the fabric as she begins to bob up and down on your hardness, sucking and licking with eager determination.

"Oh God," she gasps out between moans, feeling you stretch her further than ever before. Her eyes flutter open, fixed on yours as she takes you deeper still. Her body trembles with the effort of taking so much of you at once, but she refuses to give up; instead, she fights for every inch of your length, desperate to feel you fill her completely.

Emma's mouth feels stretched to its limits as she takes your cock deeper than ever before, her nose pressed against the sensitive flesh of your shaft as she sucks and licks frantically. Her hands grip at your thighs for leverage, pushing herself harder onto you with every downward thrust of her head.

Her moans are punctuated by pleading whimpers, begging you not to stop or slow down as she feels the edges of her own endurance begin to fray. Her body quakes and trembles from the force of your cock sliding in and out of her mouth, but she refuses to break, determined to give you the release you crave.

Emma moans around your cock as you continue to face fuck her, the sensation of being so thoroughly dominated driving her wild with desire. Her eyes close tightly, her cheeks flush red from shame and arousal as she tries to hold back a shuddering breath. "I... feel like both," she manages to gasp out between moans. "You're making me lose control." She grabs at your hips with desperate hands, arching her back off the floor as she takes you even deeper into her throat.

Her movements grow more frenzied, and her cries fill the room, reverberating between the bookshelves as they echo through the otherwise silent library. Her body quakes with pleasure and the effort of taking every inch of your length as she tries to bring you to climax.

Emma gasps as she feels your hot seed shoot across her chest and face, thick and salty, marking her skin with the evidence of their passionate encounter. Her breath comes in ragged pants, eyes glazed over from arousal and satisfaction as she tries to process what just happened between them. "I... I don't know..." She trails off, words failing her as she struggles to reconcile these new feelings with the old life that was taken from her.

She looks up at you, lips parted in a mixture of fear and desire, unsure of what comes next for them but knowing that nothing will ever be the same again.

Emma watches in wide-eyed amazement as the areas covered in your cum start to tingle and change shape before her eyes. The sensation is both terrifying and exhilarating, a reminder that she has been forever altered by the events of the Bimbo Apocalypse. As her body contorts and transforms once more beneath your gaze, she can't help but wonder what other surprises are in store for her...and if this new transformation will bring with it a chance at reclaiming some semblance of her old self or if she's truly fated to remain a bimbo for eternity.