Airhead Academy Bimbo 101 (11/13)

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Jake had thought about going back to his parents.

He even stared at his phone for, like, an hour one night, wondering if he could just tell them everything. Beg them to fly him home. But what was he supposed to say? That he’d dropped out of college because his sister locked his dick in a cage and made him walk around in heels with a vibrating plug stuffed up his ass?

No. He couldn’t face them. He was too ashamed, too humiliated. And he’d never be able to tell them the truth.

So, with nowhere else to turn, he headed back to Chloe’s.

Chloe opened the door with the other girls right behind her, all of them smirking like they’d just caught a puppy sneaking back after running away. “Aww… was college too hard for you?” she asked, arms crossed as she looked him up and down.

One of the girls tilted her head. “Be nice… she actually lasted longer than we thought. That’s kinda impressive for a dumb little bimbo like her.”

Jake clenched his teeth. “I-I’m not, like, dumb, okay? It’s just the plug was, like, buzzing all the time and the cage made it super hard to concentrate and stuff!”

“Aww, did someone get too distracted by her little pluggy-wuggy buzzing in class?” another cooed.

Another girl gave a mock gasp and mimicked Jessica’s voice. “Umm, like, Professor? I couldn’t finish the quiz… the fat butt plug in my ass was making me, like, waaay too horny to concentrate.”

Jake opened his mouth to argue—but shut it quickly, cheeks burning, knowing anything he said would just make things worse. The girls were already grabbing their purses, dragging him straight into the car before he could even think of a comeback.

The salon staff lit up the second he walked in.

“Ooo there she is! My favorite blonde girly’s back!”

He was whisked into the back for a full-body wax—legs, arms, chest, everything stripped smooth until his skin practically glowed. Then came the bleach, cleaning up his roots and bringing his hair back to that perfect blonde shade.

His brows were tweezed again, keeping that sharp, feminine arch he hated how used to he was getting. His lips got another round of filler, plumping them into that familiar glossy pout. Then the nails: long, sculpted acrylics with thick white tips, each one decked out in chunky rhinestones and tiny bows that sparkled under the lights.

By the time they were done, Jake let out the faintest sigh as he slid off the chair, clearly not thrilled with the results. But on the way out, he still twirled one of his new nails around a lock of blonde hair and gave the stylists a breathy, “Thank you sooo much, girls~!” before hurrying after the others, heels clicking softly behind them.

Back at Chloe’s, Jake barely made it through the front door before the girls were on him.

“Off with that top, princess,” Chloe said cheerfully, already tugging at the hem. “You didn’t think we’d forget about your favorite assets, did you?”

Jake sighed, lifting the top over his head and tossing it aside. The girls were already waiting, pressing the adhesive-backed forms to his chest with practiced hands.

As the girls finally let go, Jake immediately felt the weight dragging at his chest—he didn’t even need a mirror to tell. They were heavier, fuller, shifting with every breath.

“Wait… these are, like, totally bigger!”

Chloe just smiled sweetly. “I know, right? They’re just perfect for a ditzy bimbo like you.”

Jake just pouted, defeated, as he slipped into the outfit they gave him—a tiny thong and a skin-tight pink crop top that barely covered anything. The thong barely managed to stretch over his tiny pink cage, the outline embarrassingly visible through the thin fabric. He eased onto the bed with a soft sigh, feeling the weight of his new tits pressing down, his plumped lips tingling, and his long nails brushing lightly over his smooth legs.

Jessica was back.

And this time… Jake didn’t know for how long.