Populist Bimbofication(Shoe0nHead Tg)

"Alright dumbasses. Y'all asked me to debate this dude so you only have yourself to blame for the audible cancer we're about to experience. I've already had to mute this fucker like five times and he's disagreed with my use of the word 'the' so strap in and get your drinks ready cause boy did I make a mistake!"

Shoe0nHead was regretting letting her fans talk her into this, some weird "classical liberal" dude spamming her tweets, her videos and everything else who she thought she could ignore, but this dude was really getting annoying over half a year into his weird obsession. Her other regret was not leaving her alcohol near her at the start, though she was pretty sure he'd somehow find her drinking vodka 'communist' or some other dumb shit. Well, time to unmute the-

"-and furthermore this mute is more proof that you've changed! You're infringing on my first amendment rights cause you can't accept that you've become just another SJW cuck! You've fallen Shoe! You've fallen!"

"...Were you yelling at me the entire time I had you muted? It's been a half hour."

"N-HKK No of course not!"

His voice was raspy already so she knew this was about to be some next level stupidity.

"Look I get it. I made the haha funny memes and now I'm also talking about how I want free healthcare and this must be really hard for you cause I wasn't lying when I said I was a leftist. You already get ratioed with all your tweets simping on me from before you decided you had to defend my political chastity or whatever the fuck you think you're doing."

"A-Ha!"

He said it like he had some sort of gotcha to all his earlier posts of being down bad.

"Okay here's ten tweets of you begging me to sell bath water and-"

"That's cause I was under your liberal brainwashing before Shoe! But I broke free and I can prove you've been making everyone like you!"

Welp, at least the memes would be good from this shit.

Chat was taking bets on what it'd be, but the guy seemed deadset on explaining his crackpot theory even if he was being mocked relentlessly.

"Listen I know the truth! You've been using your sexiness to hypnotize conservatives into going more left! You're using your body to cast a spell that is slowly homogenizing your entire audience!"

He paused to accent his point, Shoe unable to stop herself from laughing.

"Ah yeah me, well known for having an audience that agrees on everything all the time. Look dude, I don't get this creepy obsession. I've got plenty of conservative simps who, shout out to you guys who aren't creepy. Respect even if your politics be trash. But I can't mind control anyone through social media. If I could I wouldn't be getting half the shit I do everywhere."

"Th-Then prove it and read this counterspell!"

"What?"

At this point half the people in chat were convinced this guy was a troll, Shoe trying her hardest not to laugh at the weirdo as he sent her a document via discord dm's.

"The fuck is this? Is it latin?"

She really hoped this guy was just fucking with her cause at this point it was just sad.

"That's right! The only way to dispel any sorcery from (((them))) is with latin!"

And now she was pretty sure he wasn't. God these people were stupid.

"I feel like you just have a fetish of watching people read bible verses or some shit like that. I don't even know what any of this means lol."

"Then read it! Go ahead, back out and show us your reluctance to unbrainwash your fans!"

He was all confidence, his real name not to be found on the internet except when he signed up for websites or talked shit on facebook. He had prepared his body to resist all liberal propaganda, removing anything soy based in his diet and binging on nothing but steak, his screen covered with gifs of Shoe on them so he could resist her siren call. Unfortunately due to deregulation of all meat industries, something incredible was about to happen.

Turns out, eating a lot of unregulated meat bolstered with a lot of hormones to make it grow faster had inundated his body with estrogen and a cocktail of chemicals it'd be difficult to replicate. The barrage of Shoe images were slowly surrounding his subconscious, his obsession a byproduct of something far more serious than just a case of being down bad as he had slowly created the perfect storm for some radical changes to happen, the act of just talking with her enough to trigger the chemical synergies needed to kickstart the 'fun' as it just happened to coincide with his hastily google translated latin. To Shoe it just looked like he had gotten a bit of indigestion as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his gaze getting more and more intense.

"Fine lets do this stupid thing. Domine... Dammit someone's gonna clip that to me saying dommy aren't they? Ugh anyways Domine-"

The rest was lost on her debate partner, her movements enthralling him as he began to pick up on every subtle shift and flick of her hair, his body feeling warm. He couldn't stop staring, as if he was being drawn into her, drowning in a wave of-

"Kay done. Anyone feel any different? Have my secret illuminati edits stopped working? Hello?"

The whole chat was clowning on the guy as he stayed silent, meme edits already in the works when he suddenly grunted, his head slamming forwards as he gave a clear moan that peaked on his microphone.

"What the absolute fuck was that? Did you just actually cream your- huh?"

Everyone was confused as he began pulling at his short cut blonde hair, locks of it spilling down to his shoulders in black strings.

"GAH! Y-You did something t-NNGH! FUCK OH FUCK Ohh~?!"

More black hair sprouted until all his blonde was gone, his voice quivering as it was noticeably higher pitched than it was before.

"I just read the crap you told me to! How is this my fault?! What's even happening?"

The answer would become obvious as his face twisted into a familiar shape.

He was finding it hard to think clearly, his forehead literally on the verge of bursting its veins as it pulled inwards, furrowed lines from intense scowling flattened as his thoughts turned to a delirious mess of politics and ideology. Her giggles earlier were now playing in a constant loop whenever he had a thought that was "cringe," his brows plucking themselves while eyelashes blinked out into thick wing tips, his tears acting as the mascara as some of his thoughts leeched out as tears. Despite that, it felt good, shockingly so as his eyes wriggled into almond shapes, angling inwards as his bulbous nose painlessly crumbled into a slimmer, cuter formation.

He didn't understand what was happening to him, only knowing that he was changing and change was bad! And yet despite his horror, he couldn't deny the building rightness to it, moaning as his cheeks softened, his poorly maintained beard shearing itself away as tiny plucks of pain raced through his cheeks. Soon he only had a smattering of hair on his neck, his lips puffing as his voice continued its rise upwards.

"Th-That's a filter right? Dude you're just fucking with me right?"

No one was more confused than Shoe as she heard his voice finish creeping to its final register, his neck bobbing up and down before a loud gulp swallowed the bulge there, hairlessness traveling down his chest and vanishing under the black t-shirt he was wearing.

"Alright what kind of Alex Jones fuckery is this?! How'd you do that?! Is Bezos fucking with me or something? Who are you?!"

Her debate opponent moaned as their conflicted face turned into a smile, her question further massaging his brain as he gave a cute wink to the camera, speaking in her voice and smiling with her face as he said, "Duh I'm June! Though wait, who are you? I feel really NNGH weird..."

As he trailed off his expression returned to one of horror, realizing what he had just said as he felt a wave of tingling bliss pass over his chest.

No that wasn't right, his name was... his name was um... June? Fuck why couldn't he remember? Every time he tried too think it felt like a warm buzz rolling through his nipples, each one more effective than the last as his shirt became uncomfortable. The more he looked at her, the faster he was rewarded with those building pulses, his nips stiffening beneath as he began tugging at his collar.

Shoe had been on the internet for a while. She was so terminally online that she could have had ten Make-A-Wish foundation wishes at this point so it took a lot to fluster her at this point. Seeing some random dude turning into her definitely qualified for that. It didn't help that she could tell from the noises that they were definitely getting turned on as they pulled as their tugging grew more insistent on their collar. The black fabric was starting to tear, their moans growing in volume as she caught a glimpse of their nipples, seeing it go from bumpy and small to round and erect. She had taken enough grainy selfies to recognize what was about to happen, her tone changing on the fly to make this a private viewing.

"Kay don't know what the fuck is happening, but I'm not trying to get my channel struck down by the content gods. Now does anyone know how to end the stream but keep the call going for... reasons. Hey stop calling me a boomer just cause I didn't watch all the tutorials like a nerd. I will just google it if y'all keep making fun of-"

"AHHHHH~!"

There wasn't much time if she wanted to avoid people seeing more of her than she wanted, their moans clearly horny as they had nearly torn their shirt in half, groaning as their swollen nipples trembled in the cold air, gradually swelling to bee stings.

"Mmm~ m-make it staahhp~ I don't want to become a c-AHH~mmunist!"

Even when faced with impossible changes, they were still on their dumb shit, Shoe rolling her eyes as she ignored the people asking for her to wait as she ended the stream.

He didn't want to lose any more ground to her thoughts, already feeling the terrible clutch of radical socialism coursing through his body, trying to corrupt his views with just how fucking horny it was making him. His dick had less conflict, stretching out against his pants as he tore the rest of his shirt off, groaning as he looked at how milky his flesh was, gasping as he gave a nipple a curious tweak, moaning at the sudden surge of pleasure that followed.

"UNGH FUUUUUCK~!"

It felt like he had just jerked his cock with little more than a brush, his fingers jerking as they lost their calluses, tiny hairs burning away as they pulled into themselves, svelte and slender as their mass pumped up his arms and into his nipples.

Shoe watched with a bit of shame, knowing this was wrong, but when did being wrong ever stop her from having fun? She didn't think it'd be this hot though to watch some asshole turn into her, his arms deflating like corporate support for gays once July 1st hit, but he wasn't turning to July, he was turning to June and it showed as his hard to notice muscle decayed to feminine flab, her fingers and arms hugging over his waist as he gave one loud, orgasmic screech.

He could feel his shoulders popping, rolling them as they rounded down, his cock tense as he tried to hold back the pleasure. It was a lost cause, the angry virgin unable to stop the feelings for long, gasping as his frame shrank, his breasts jiggling as they surged outwards in spurts, finally breaking as they reached their full size, his boxers soon a sopping mess.

"Ohhh fuck p-pleaaase help me before I HYAAA~!"

He leaned forwards a bit too much, his nipples squeezing against his desk, another orgasm draining more of his fading masculinity as he felt more of her thoughts invading his psyche, Shoe laughing from her screen as she shot back, "Oh so now you want help? I thought help was for communists or whatever. Sucks for you bro but enjoy the tits."

He was, though not entirely by his own choice, his hands unable to hold back as they played with her nipples, his stomach rumbling as despite his constant yelling about mask mandates and quarantines, he never really went out much. There was a weird feeling of sadness as his dad bod slimmed to fit flatness, finding his spare tire kinda hot. Good thing it felt even hotter to lose it or she'd be annoyed to lose her-

"Ahhh~ g-geeeht out of my head!"

His stomach felt so alien as he gripped it, grunting as his abdomen was scrunching inwards, his sides curving into a fit body as the rest of it got pumped into his ass and thighs.

"OOH OOOOH GAAAAAWWWD~!"

His body spasmed in the intense ecstasy flowing inwards, his pants feeling tighter as he could feel the thickness coming. Shoe was about to get annoyed since his webcam only really showed his top half, not that it wasn't hot seeing a moaning twin of herself dry humping the air, but if this weird shit was gonna happen, she at least wanted to see all of it. Dammit, why was the universe cucking her from seeing this shi-

K-LUNK!

As if responding to the thought, one of his wild bucks knocked over the webcam, the view dangling down as his face was no longer visible, but the rest of his body was, the downwards angle catching his struggles as he pulled at his pants, the buttons popping off as his hips surged past what they could contain. All throughout this desperate struggle his inner June voice was waiting for the dick stuff to happen, wondering what crushing a conservative cock would feel like and if it counted as a hate fuck if she was doing all the work. Ugh this is why she tried not to go too far in the weeds with these things. She didn't know if this even counted as sub or dom, but as long as it felt this good it didn't matter to... him? Oh god he was about to lose it to this dirty commie- ooh yeah more dirty talk that always gets me go-

"EEEEEEENGH!"

On the stream she could see his socks climbing as he shimmied out of his pants, his ass getting some jiggle to it as his thighs clasped around his cock. Cum pooled below his thighs, a thin, watery puddle dribbling out as the white edges raised up to his thighs, becoming stockings as they bore down on his struggling legs, his moans now shrieks as the final changes ran through his resistant body. Shoe ignored his feet, not that much of a degenerate... yet, though she did have screen record going for some fun later, thoroughly turned on by the sounds of her own voice getting dommed by the changes as his calves shrank to rounded curves, his thighs plumping tighter as the puddle grew. For a second she wondered if his cock was going to vanish under his thighs, but with a loud pop his thighs suddenly opened, his hips thoroughly spread as the final changes pounded into it.

By this point his cock was so sensitive and needy, he couldn't help himself, moaning in defeat as his conservative values pumped out his shrinking shaft, the touch of her hands making it feel all the better as his cock gave its final hurrah.

"NNGH! NOOOO~! SHHIIIIIT I'M G-HUUUUNA~"

His non jerking hand gripped his navel, feeling his insides churn as a hollow nothingness stabbed upwards, the tip of his cock like an "end masculinity" button as he pressed it repeatedly, screaming as each push shoved another inch into his half formed pussy. He was pushing it, rubbing it, doing everything he could as he realized how dumb he was for even fighting it, his brain emptying its worries as his hips thrust into his fingers, letting the 'bimbo populist' have her way with him as his cock shoved into her guts with a messy, liquidy spurt.

"YESSSS~! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT Holy Shit holy... nngh sh-shhiiiit~!"

The new Shoe gave a blissful coo as the last of the weirdo simp inverted inside, the shift complete with a final orgasm as her insides settled into place.

The new Shoe took a bit to gather herself, quickly getting into a panic as she remembered the livestream before seeing it was just a private call to... herself.

"Hold up, what the hell just happened?"

"Wait you don't know? How the hell should I know I'm just enjoying the show! Though uh... I need a minute."

Sounds of the last fifteen minutes were replaying on her side of the call, and they definitely knew what the noises she was making meant. While her original was making the most of a weird situation, the new her put some clothes on, the old shirt and pants turning to a grey top and a plaid checkered skirt. Peeling off the white stockings since they didn't match, she grabbed a pair of black socks, their shift into similarly colored stockings finishing as she heard a loud moan from the other side of the call, the original ready to talk after cooling down from the fun.

"Alright that was hot and all but what do we do now? Are you one of those trust fund dudes before you turned into me?"

The other Shoe looked around her apartment, shrugging her shoulders.

"I don't know, this place looks cheap as shit. But hey now we can edit videos twice as fast!"

"Hell yes! Finally, a video every month, maybe even two!"

The original Shoe smiled at the thought, but then another one hit her.

"Wait... won't we just procrastinate twice as much though? And who gets the twitter account?"

"Hey we should be fighting over who doesn't get it. Imagine actually having an excuse to not use the hell site. Though hmm maybe I could live with you and we could do some split screen looking things and do some hot shit with having another us there."

"Fuck yeah that sounds great! God damn it's been a dry ass year from Covid. We don't need no men, we'll be our own housewives!"

It was the copy that realized the next issue.

"Wait, who would be the bottom here?"

"...God dammit can't have shit can we?!"

"Can't have shit! ...but send me that video."

They did wonder if it was possible to make a third them that could at least be dommy. It wasn't hard to imagine if a guy to turn into them they could change the personality some, but it quickly became apparent that that would require reading. A lot of reading. And god knows their ADD having asses weren't about to let them go that far. This'd just have to be the end of their populist bimbofication... for now at least.