Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 49
Anna burst into their bimbo habit like a whirlwind in her common six inch heels, arms overflowing with boutique shopping bags, perfume, and pure chaos. Behind her, Mrs. Swanson stumbled in like a broken mannequin—platinum hair extensions bouncing, expression frozen somewhere between panic and existential crisis.
Anna didn’t even clock the fresh inflation project happening on Kitty and Melissa’s faces. Not a glance for the swollen lips or post-filler bruises. Her brain was clearly orbiting another planet.
“Kitty! Fuck! I saw it! You are not gonna believe this—look!”
She practically slammed her phone into Kitty’s hands, eyes wide like she’d just discovered the holy grail of bimbofication. On the screen were two hyper-exaggerated cartoon bimbos—pure plastic fantasy.
Kitty blinked. Hard.
She’d lived waist-deep in silicone, Botox, and chemically-fried ambition long enough to be desensitized, but this? This wasn’t human. These weren’t women. These were sentient sex dolls, with eyes as empty as a broken chatbot and expressions so vacant they made even the dumbest Insta filter look philosophical.
And yet…
That little burn of envy still flickered in Kitty’s chest.
Goddamn. Even she wasn’t that far gone. Yet.
Todd Hill
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