Bimbo Archetype Pt. 01

NOTICE: This is a very slow-transformation focused story. There's no sex in this episode, and I expect this series to continue to primarily focus on transformations, but we'll see where it goes. (Maybe the story itself will transform!) This story was inspired by aspects of Kindred901's "Bride to be 'BoB'" story, but this work is entirely independent. Finally, all characters are above the age of 18.

SYNOPSIS: Mallory has received an experimental new implant that allows her to manipulate anything about herself, that is, until the implant forces her to play a game of bimbofication alongside her friend!

Prologue: "Block Off the New Chip"

Prologue: "Block Off the New Chip"

For most people, obnoxious music can be a source of headaches. For Mallory, however, her headaches were the source of obnoxious music... apparently.

"Oh, I hope this wasn't a mistake." Mallory said as she gently touched a lightly scarred place on the back of her skull---inside of which a startup jingle was concluding.

"Welcome to Noetech!"A chipper voice suffused her brain.

"Too loud!" She shouted into her apartment.

"How's this?"

"Better. I guess the neuro-sync is finished?"

"Correct. Our brain and body are now fully upgraded with the latest technology."

"OK, first note for Sean, the startup volume needs to be way lower."

"Feedback sent!"

"Woah, you already sent the feedback? I thought you were just going to take notes for our next checkup?"

"Yes. We are programmed to give live feedback."

"OK, two things: don't say 'we are programmed' I'm not programmed, you are. Second, can you not send live feedback to Sean or whoever you're sending it to?"

"We can postpone sending any messages you would like, but for our safety, our telemetry feed cannot be deactivated under any circumstances."

"Fine, but I'm still not sold on you lumping me in with your programming. It makes me feel like a robot, so can you stop saying 'we'?"

"Do not be concerned, we are not a robot. We would be more accurately described as a cyborg."

"I guess you can't... listen let's stop beating around the bush and get into the reason I agreed to test this technology---besides the money---can you make me thin?"

"Absolutely. We can manipulate our body in virtually endless ways via our cerebro-cellular-kenesis subroutine."

"Those words mean nothing to me."

"Downloading vocabulary..."

"What? No, don't--" Mallory froze, her eyes rolling back for a second as she felt the terrifying new sensation of her brain being implanted with new information.

"Don't. Do. That." She said, trying to sound stern, but her voice came out more panicked than she meant it to.

"Apologies. Would you like me to ask for confirmations before future downloads?"

"Yes!" Mallory shouted emphatically into her thankfully-empty living-room. "Get my permission before doing anything! Why would that not be the default? You can tell Sean or whoever's listening that... Oh god, no one can actually see and hear me, right? They're just tracking the chip status?"

"Correct. Your privacy is of utmost importance to Noetech. Our 24/7 telemetry only reports error codes and allows for immediate correction of any issues with our technology in the unlikely event of a malfunction."

Mallory let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "OK. Let's... Let's just talk about weight-loss. I know you can utilize cerebro-cellular-kenesis to reprogram my body, but how long will that take?"

"Reprogramming our cells can be done in a matter of seconds, but the transformation into the desired body type can take days. Since we are 47.2 lbs over our current preferred weight, the process should take about 1.8 days. Would you like us to begin BMI optimization?"

"It won't hurt, will it?"

"All CCK transformations are completely painless, but you may experience a change in your toilet habits during that time."

"Gross, but I guess that kind of makes sense. Alright then. This is what we came for. Let's do it!"

"Initializing... done! We'll be a new person by Monday!"

"OK. I hope this works." Mallory looked down at the body she had grown to hate over the past 20 years. She wasn't what most people would call fat by any means, but she knew she wasn't what she ought to be, and to a perfectionist of Mallory's caliber, that felt like perdition. "Goodbye, imperfections!" She whispered with a barely contained smile of optimism.

She pressed her hands into her stomach. "Well, I don't feel anything... are you sure it's working?"

"Scanning... our weight-loss transformation is yes in progress."

"Great. OK. Great. Good... good." Mallory paced briefly with un-directed energy before sitting down on her couch. "I need a distraction or this pot will never boil. Do you have anything in the form of entertainment?"

"There are numerous games that have been developed for neuro-chip enhanced individuals such as ourselves. Is there a particular game you would like to try?"

"I don't know... I'm just excited to see what we can do---I mean, what I can do? I don't know, just pick something."

"Acknowledged. Downloading a random game from the internet..."

"Wait, that sounds unsafe. Don't---"

"Done! Would you like to play 'The Transfromation Game'?"

"Did you say 'transfromation'? I don't actually think I want to play a random internet game in my brain. Especially if they can't even spell the title right. It might have viruses or something. Please just uninstall it."

Mallory looked around uncomfortably while she waited for her chip to respond.

"Did... Did you do it?"

Silence...

"Chip, did you uninstall it?" Mallory was interrupted by another headache that brought with it yet another obnoxious theme tune.

"Welcome to The Transformation Game!"

"Ack! No, I said uninstall, not play! Wait, did they just correct the name? The developers can't hear me, right? Chip, what's going---"

"Telemetry disabled."

"Let's play a game, Miss Mallory Evans."

Chapter 1: "How to Win People and Influence Friends"

Chapter 1: "How to Win People and Influence Friends"

"Choose your archetype!"Seemingly floating a few feet in front of Mallory's face was large pink text with a list of options. Mallory didn't bother reading the AR display.

"No. Stop. Off! Uninstall!"

"Choose your archetype!"The cheerful voice insisted in a tone that was probably identical to the first time, but it definitely felt more forceful.

"Oh my god, I have a computer virus in my brain," Mallory huffed, trying in vain to be more annoyed than panicked. "OK, guess I just have to go back to Noetech..."

Her eyes began to dart sporadically in a panic. "Why can't I move?"

"Choose your Archetype!"

"Oh my god, I can't move!" Mallory noticed she hadn't been speaking aloud. This is when she might have started to hyperventilate if her body weren't completely subdued by the game. "Don't tell me I have to play the game to move again! What is this, Jumanji?"

"Auto-selecting default in 5..."

"Ah, wait!" For the first time, Mallory actually began reading the options that appeared to be floating in the middle of her living-room.

"4..."

"[MILF], [Whore]... Ew! Is this a porn game?"

"3..."

"Oh, The Transformation Game is going to transform me into one of these things, isn't it?" Mallory scanned the words at the bottom of the HUD for any help. "All archetypes have two classes that can... no, that's not helpful!"

"2..."

"[Doll]... no. [Anthro]... definitely not!"

"1..."

"[Bimbo]... None of these are good! I don't want to play a porn game!"

"[Bimbo] archetype selected! Now choose your class!"

"Ugh! That was one of the worst ones!" Mallory sighed as she determined to postpone her lamentation and actually choose her class before the game screwed her over again.

Mallory read quickly,

- - -

1. [Slut]: A good bimbo only has one thing on her mind.

2. [Doe]: What's more attractive than gullible innocence?.

- - -

"Ugh. This is definitely going to transform me into one of these... So what's worse? Being a slut, or being gullible? I have no interest in having my priorities rewritten, so I guess I can handle being gullible and innocent for however long this game is. I choose... I choose Doe.

"You have selected [Doe]. Would you like to confirm this choice?"

"Oh, now you ask me for confirmation? Yes, I choose Doe."

"Excellent! Now, Select your first transformation!"

Mallory saw a third menu appear in front of her eerily still body. Stuck in a pseudo-relaxed position, the saccade of her eyes and her brown, shoulder-length hair rustling softly under the ceiling-fan were the only parts of her short body that were moving. She couldn't even tell if she was breathing. "Just finish these stupid, endless choices and get Sean to end this." She encouraged herself.

- - -

1. [Bimbo] - {Ditz} (lvl 1): Set IQ to 90.

2. [Doe] - {Innocent} (lvl 1): Forget how babies are made.

3. [Doe] - {Cute} (lvl 1): Perky pigtails are your new favorite hairstyle.

- - -

"Seriously? This is so stupid. I am driving to Noetech as soon as I can move my body!" Mallory threatened the indifferent game. "Anyway, there's no way I'm making myself dumber. I choose option 3: the stupid pigtails."

"Option 3 selected!"

"So what? Now we're back to no confirm---" Mallory's eyes rolled back as she experienced for the second time the disorienting and immobilizing feeling of having her brain altered.

"Ugh, that is such a weird feeling!" Mallory said, grabbing her temples.

"Ha!" Mallory jumped up as she pulled her hand from her face. "I can move!"

She immediately strode to her room to grab her keys. "Time to get this thing out of my head!"

Glancing at the mirror, she realized she looked awful. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans, white socks, a gray pair of tennis shoes, and a red sweatshirt with illegible remnants of a design on the front: not exactly formal, but that wasn't the problem. It was her hair!

Opening a neatly-organized drawer by her meager vanity, Mallory pulled out a pair of dark hair bands. Gathering the right side of her hair, she slid it into the first band. With a twist, she pulled her hair through again, leaving it pouring up and out of her head like a chocolate fountain. After repeating the process on the left, she turned her head side to side in front of the mirror, making slight adjustments to ensure they both stuck out evenly.

"Much better." Mallory grabbed her purse and started toward the door when he heard someone knock.

"Hey, Mal! It's Liv! You ready for a girls' night?"

Mallory opened the door as her best friend finished the poorly-timed intrusion.

"Woah!" The tall red-head instinctively stepped back as an intense and clearly-heading-out Mallory opened the door faster than she was ready for. "Woah," she repeated lower, taking in her best friend's uncharacteristically perky hairstyle.

"I don't remember planning a girls' night." Mallory probed suspiciously.

"You didn't. I planned one for you! I figured since we both now have brain chips, we can spend the evening together and I could help you figure yours out. I mean, I've had mine like what, almost a week? So I've basically become an expert with brain chips or whatever they're called!" Olivia punctuated her braggadocious statement with the silly face that usually got Mallory to smile.

"Actually, I'm having a bit of trouble with mine right now. I was about to go talk to Sean.

"Oh, girl, are you OK? Do you need help? Like, is it spazzing out right now?" Olivia twisted her friend, circling to look at the back of Mallory's head like she thought she'd be able to see the chip glitching.

"No, it's not. I'm fine---"

"Good! Whew. I was worried for a second. You know, you don't have to physically go to Sean to report an issue. Boy, it's a good thing I came when I did!" Olivia shot past Mallory and into her apartment like it was her own. "I can teach you all kinds of ways to save time with this thing. Come on, sit down! I'll show you."

Mallory sighed. Olivia's impetuous energy usually had a way of putting a smile on Mallory's face even when it was annoying, but now was definitely not one of those 'lovably-irritating' times.

"Actually, Liv---"

"Ad in 3... 2..."

"What the---" Mallory's eyes fluttered for a second before she let the door close and turned to Olivia. "You seriously need to download The Transformation Game!" Mallory said against her will.

"Oh yeah, what's that one about?"

"Download The Transformation Game now and see for yourself how much fun it is!"

"Yeah OK, I'm down. I guess we can each show each other some stuff!...OK, it's downloading! Does this game have something to do with why your hair is like that?"

"Ad read finished."The voice stated in Mallory's head over her friend's chattering.

"Not that I don't like it!" Olivia continued, "I actually think it's about time you tried---"

"Liv, cancel the download! It has a virus!"

"What? But you just said---"

"It made me say it! Just stop the download!"

"It's already downloaded. You're freaking me out, Mal. Is this a joke? This isn't your sense of humor."

"Uninstall it!"

"OK, OK! Sheesh."

"Sorry, I'm just a little freaked out. I've lost control of my body one-too-many times today... So, can you uninstall it?"

Mallory walked over to Olivia, who had made her way to the fridge and was standing by the kitchen counter. "Liv?"

Mallory's heart sank. Liv was---for perhaps the first time in her life---both still and silent. "Oh, Olivia, I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to get pulled into this, too! You'll be able to move again in a sec, and we'll go get Sean to fix his stupid experimental chips. You'll be fine."

Mallory realized she was comforting herself more than Olivia, and she was probably making it hard for Liv to choose from her degrading options.

"It default picks bimbo?" Olivia agonized, pulling Mallory's attention back to her face.

"Olivia, I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, hey, it's OK. It's not that big a deal." Olivia said nonchalantly as she unbuttoned her pants. "I know it was an accident... of sorts."

Olivia slid her pants off of each leg and tossed them onto the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable. What's it look like? You expect me to wear pants around the house?"

"Kinda, yeah." Mallory said, her 4'11" frame putting her face not far above the light blue panties topping her 6'1" friend's long---bare---legs.

"What's the big deal? You've seen my legs before."

"Yeah but... what transformation did you pick?"

"Well, I didn't get a chance to choose my 'arctype' or whatever it was cause you kept yapping."

"Sorry."

"I'm teasing; I get it. I would've freaked out too. Anyway, it selected Bimbo for me, and then I went with slut, cause the other option was about being gullible and naive, and I'm not about to make myself a loser."

"Right... but what transformation did you pick?"

"Oh yeah... I... can't remember. Weird. What did you get?"

"I got the dmm..." Mallory's voice trailed off into an ashamed mumble.

"What?"

"I chose the gullible one... 'The Doe' I think it was called."

Olivia let out a quick and loud chortle. "Ha! You chose to be gullible? Guess that's not much of a change!" Olivia grinned wide and winked in her standard teasing expression.

"Shut up!" Mallory shoved Olivia's arm playfully.

"But seriously, though. Do you remember the transformation you chose?"

"I... no, I guess I don't." Mallory admitted as she paced over to the couch in thought.

"I'll bet you anything it was something about pigtails!"

"Why?"

"Seriously? In the 25 years I've known you---that's your whole life by the way, in case you forgot that too---you've never worn your hair in pigtails.

"Huh... I suppose I haven't. I guess you're right! That's really weird to think about."

"OK, so now since you know what the game did, are you gonna go back to your old hairstyle?"

"Ew, no! I love my pigtails! I wouldn't do my hair any other way!"

"Wow. OK. I guess that transformation really did a number on you!"

"Yeah, I guess. It's a weird feeling knowing the game made me love my pigtails as much as I do. I figure that means your transformation made you take your pants off."

"Wait, seriously? We're just at home, though. Why would I wear pants at home?"

"OK, first of all this is my apartment, not yours."

"Whatever, your place is basically my home, too."

"OK, but second, what if someone comes to the door or sees you through the window?"

"So they see my legs. Big deal. It's my house."

"OK, so again, no it's not. But anyway, I don't know how much of what you just said is the normal, laissez-faire Olivia philosophy, but you definitely weren't this comfortable having your panties exposed at home before your transformation."

"I guess I have historically worn pants around the house..." Olivia mused, "Hey, we should be Transformation Game buddies!"

"What?"

"We could keep each other appraised of the transformations that we don't notice in ourselves!"

"I don't plan on playing more of the game, Liv. We need to go get Sean to shut it off."

"Oh yeah, right. I know," Olivia said casually as she meandered to the couch and plopped down.

"I just mean for any transformations that happen between now and then."

"I don't plan on waiting around for the next one. Put your pants back on and let's go!"

"Sure!" Olivia grabbed her pants but stopped before putting them on. "Wait, is it safe to drive if you could freeze up at any moment?"

"Ofc... Oh... that's actually a good point... maybe we can walk. The Noetech place is only a few miles away."

"Great! A walk sounds fun! How often do those transformations happen, anyway? I mean, I assume there will be more."

"Yeah, me too, but your guess is as good as mine. I've only had one transformation, and it happened just before you got here, so it's been what, like 5, 10 minutes? I mean, who knows? Maybe they're only once a day or something."

"Actually, I know exactly who would know the rules to the game!" Olivia said with a self-satisfied grin. "Hey, 'puter, what are the rules to The Transformation Game? Yeah, just download them."

Mallory winced at how flippantly Olivia invited the problematic chip to rewrite her brain.

"OK... this game might actually be a bit of an issue." Olivia said, her eyes returning to normal from having fluttered back.

"What? What did you learn? What are the rules?"

"So I wasn't able to learn everything about it, but it seems like transformations come every 30 minutes at first."

"So much for once a day," Mallory groaned. "I guess I have about 20 minutes until my next one."

"Actually, they apparently happen based on the server time, so the next one will be at 4:30 for both of us... In two minutes."

"Seriously? Also, you're not looking at a clock. How did you---"

"I programmed my chip to let me always know what time it is. It's one of the features I was going to show you today."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot why you barged in!"

"Hey, aren't you glad to have your best friend here with you in this time of adversity?"

"Time of adversity?" Mallory teased her friend's pretentious word choice.

"Yep. Adversity... LOL. That'd be a good name for a marketing school, actually."

"What?"

"You know, cause it'd be a university where they make ads? Ad-versity? Ah, maybe it's not as clever as I thought." Olivia rambled, absently folding her pants.

"Actually," Mallory chimed, "speaking of ads, did the rules say anything about forced ad reads? The timing of you coming over right as I was forced to advertise the game was really weird."