Date Gone Wild

Here's a short two parters. An innocent girl unknowingly got herself in trouble when a first date gone wrong from what she imagined. Text below!

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Cleo sat across the table from her date, a charming guy named Jake. They had been chatting for a while, laughter and jokes filling the air as they connected over shared interests and experiences.

"So, Cleo, what do you think we should do after this? I know this great place we could check out," Jake suggested, a playful glint in his eyes.

Cleo smiled, enjoying the banter. "Oh, really? What kind of place are we talking about?"

His grin turned mischievous. "Well, it's a bit unconventional, but I promise it's a wild time. How about a night of cosmic bowling followed by a dip in the hot tub?"

Cleo chuckled, finding his suggestion both amusing and intriguing. "Cosmic bowling, huh? Sounds like a blast. But a hot tub? That's a bit forward for a first date, don't you think?"

Jake's demeanor shifted, a sly smile forming. "Forward is my middle name. Besides, nothing like a little heat to, you know, break the ice."

Cleo raised an eyebrow, a bit taken aback. "Breaking the ice, or melting it?"

Jake laughed, a little too suggestively for Cleo's comfort. "Why not both? You know, just the two of us, getting to know each other on a whole new level."

Cleo shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Jake, I'm not really comfortable with that idea. How about we stick to something more traditional?"

But Jake persisted, his lewd suggestions becoming more explicit. "Come on, Cleo, live a little! We could make some unforgettable memories together."

Growing increasingly uneasy, Cleo insisted, "No, Jake. I'm not interested in that. Let's just have a normal date."

Jake's demeanor shifted, and he became insistent. "Come on, Cleo, don't be such a prude. I have something amazing to show you, and you won't regret it."

Growing uneasy, Cleo decided she had had enough. "I think I should go. This isn't what I signed up for."

As she began to stand up, Jake's demeanor changed abruptly. "Sorry, Cleo," he muttered before pulling out a strange-looking gun. Before Cleo could react, a flash of light enveloped her, and her consciousness faded into black.

Cleo's eyes fluttered open, the world a hazy blur. She squinted, trying to make sense of her surroundings, only to find herself lying down, half-naked in a room she couldn't recognize. Panic settled in, her mind clouded with confusion.

"Where am I?" she mumbled to herself, her own voice sounding unfamiliar. As she attempted to sit up, Cleo's hands brushed against her body, and she froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief – her body was now significantly bustier and curvier than she remembered. 

"What the...? This can't be right," she thought. "Wasn't I, like, flat before? What happened?"

The few flashes of memory that flickered in her mind were useless fragments, refusing to form a coherent picture. The date, Jake's lewd suggestions, and the strange gun haunted her mind, but none of it made sense.The more she strained to remember, the more the memories slipped away, leaving her with a frustrating fog that clouded her thoughts.

Her confusion deepened as an unexpected sensation surged within her. The harder she tried to think, the more her memory faded, replaced by an overpowering wave of arousal. Cleo's thoughts became a tangled mess, and she realized she couldn't even remember her own name.

"Who am I? What's happening to me?" she muttered, her words trailing off into an airheaded giggle. The more she questioned, the more her thoughts spiraled into a lustful haze.

It was then that Jake entered the room, a sinister grin playing on his face. "Well, well, look who's finally awake. How does it feel to be my little bimbo?" he gloated.

Cleo blinked at him, her eyes glazed with confusion. "Cleo? Is that, like, my name or something? I can't remember anything."

Jake chuckled, reveling in his apparent triumph. "You rejected me on that date, Cleo. But now, you're here as my personal plaything. I've turned you into my very own bimbo, and you can't resist me."

Cleo's expression remained vacant, her mind incapable of comprehending the magnitude of the situation. "I don't... understand," she stammered, her words tinged with an empty innocence. "Haha, I dunno what's happening, but like, you're hot."

Jake relished in his achivement. "You can only understand things related to sex now. That's all your little bimbo brain can comprehend. And you need to let me fuck you."

Blank eyes stared back at Jake as Cleo nodded with a ditzy smile. "Oh, Yeah, sure! I love... fucking. Tell me what to do!" she giggled.  

Jake chuckled, savoring his triumph over Cleo, now reduced to his mindless, horny plaything.