Bleach Brides (Bleach Bimbo fic)

Hey folks! Hope May is going well for you all.

Where the hell did my week go? It feels like I was just posting the last one of these only yesterday! My my, I must get better at time keeping. The break continues - but in the meantime, here, have another story to tide you over! It's been a long while since I last read Bleach, so here's hoping it's a fun read.

-

(Contains hypnosis and bimbofication)

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go and get Ichigo for this…?” Orihime Inoue was never far from thinking about her crush at any time, but right now as she found herself stood outside of the creepiest mansion that she had ever seen, he seemed especially relevant. In fact, her imagination was already running wild with scenarios where she found herself being threatened by a mummy, or a robot, or a giant spider, and Ichigo would burst in and-

“What? Nah, we don’t need that kid for a little job like this!” Alas, whatever brave and romantic stunt the strawberry haired soul reaper had been about to perform in the theatre of Orihime’s mind was tragically banished, her thought bubble popped by the ever overly friendly Rangiku Matsumoto wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders and pulling her in close. “Trust me! You and I, we’re more than enough to handle a little job like this. It’s just one ghost – not even a hollow. Honestly, we’re pretty much overkill, but I wanted a little more spending money.”

Yep, that pretty much summed Rangiku up. Why else would she be out working when she could be lazing in bed? … Well, Toshiro’s glares had been getting a little intense lately…

But that was beside the point, which was the two of them could handle anything! Hell yeah, the big boob alliance was going to rock this ghost’s world! Or it would, if Orihime hadn’t strenuously vetoed that name.

“Alright,” the younger woman sighed, still looking a bit nervous – though, honestly, that might have just been disappointment that she couldn’t call on her crush for this. “I haven’t done many exorcisms… What do we do?”

“Oh, it’s simple.” The older reaper started walking, pulling her charge along with the arm still around her shoulders, strolling up the overgrown garden path together. “We go in, look around, find the ghost, say a few words, use a touch of kido, and hey presto – they get to move on to the afterlife. No fuss, no muss. The only reason we might even have a problem is if this thing was a hollow (not that a standard hollow would be an issue for us), and I’ve already checked to make sure it isn’t. Easy money.”

Orihime nodded. That did sound pretty easy! “Alright. Do we know anything about the spirit we’re banishing?”

“Oh yeah,” The blonde nodded, hissing through gritted teeth. “Real sad story. Some guy got jilted on his wedding day, then got hit by a car. Real run of bad luck.” She shrugged, and then smiled. “So all the better for him that we help him reach the spirit world, yeah?”

The girl thought for a moment, and then nodded, the thought of helping an unlucky soul spurring her on. “Yeah! Let’s do this!”

“That’s the spirit!” Rangiku cheered, patting her friend on the back, before shoving open the abandoned mansion’s door and striding in. “We’ll get in there and- Huh?”

The duo stopped dead across the threshold, blinking and looking around in surprise. The interior of the house didn’t match the exterior at all. Outside, this place looked like an abandoned wreck, overgrown and crumbling in on itself. Inside, it looked… Well, not that.

“What on earth…?”

Inside the mansion it looked like it had never been abandoned at all. The lights were on and shining bright, the walls and carpets looked pristine. The windows showed views of a well-tended garden, and the scent of rot was completely absent. Everything looked alive and well in here – no, more than that, it looked bright and festive! Celebratory banners hung from the rafters, and balloons and streamers hung from every wall. These was a celebration happening in these halls, and it was in full swing. But the most surprising part, of course, was all the people that suddenly appeared around them.

Yes, people! Clothed in fancy suits and dresses, all dancing or singing or just standing around in happy conversation – it was as though they’d just walked into a party uninvited. And it certainly felt like they had.

“Rangiku, what’s going on?” Orihime half whispered half whimpered, shocked at the sudden swarm of people. She tried to step back, but the door had shut behind them.

“I don’t know.” The more experienced soul reaper frowned, not in quite so much of a panic. “This doesn’t make sense – there was no sign of enough spiritual power to create an illusionary world like this…!” She grabbed her partner and pulled her back. Though she may have been a slacker, Rangiku was no slouch when it came to actually dealing with a crisis. In an unexpected situation like this, the best course of action was absolutely to retreat.

That proved quite difficult though, since the door proved not just to be closed, but locked – and refused to change that status even when the soul reaper full out blasted it with her kido. Nor did the party stop, or any of the ‘guests’ seem to notice anything unusual. It seemed they were stuck in here.

“Okay,” the older soul reaper muttered, taking a breath after she finally gave up on getting the door open. “Change of plans. This kind of illusion could only have been created by a hollow. We find it, we exorcise it, we get out of here. It’s basically the same idea as before, just a bit more exciting.”

“… Right.” Orihime nodded, her face full of resolve. The girl wasn’t a coward, after all, and she’d seen more than her fair share of battles in her short time dealing with the soul realm. She knew how to handle herself in a situation like this. “Where is it?”

That got Rangiku to wince. “I… don’t know. I still can’t sense it. It must be really good at hiding its spiritual power. But it must be in here somewhere. As long as we’re careful, we’ll be fine – just keep an eye out, and stick together.”

Strategy decided, the two nodded to each other, and stepped forward…

… Immediately into the arms of the party guests.

“Oh hello there, darling! So glad you could make it!” An unremarkable woman greeted Orihime, sweeping in close before she could react and kissing her cheek.

“Wonderful to see you!” A man in a suit kissed Rangiku’s hand, bowing deeply before her. “I hope you’re ready for the wedding!”

“Uh…!”

“It’s okay, just play along.” The soul reaper calmed her partner quickly. “They won’t hurt us as long as they think we’re part of the illusion. It’s inconvenient, but it’s better than fighting an unending horde of illusions.”

Orihime squirmed a little in the woman’s embrace, but shot Rangiku a covert thumbs up. She got the message.

Of course, things weren’t that simple.

“Now now, you can’t be thinking of attending in your work clothes!” Another guest greeted the blonde woman, steering her away from the entrance – and to her consternation she quickly found herself surrounded by guests crowding her off towards one of the side rooms. “Here, we’ll help you get changed.”

“Rangiku!” Orihime called out after her, seeing the gap between them widening as she herself was pulled in another direction.

“Don’t worry! They can’t hurt me! I’ll deal with this quickly – just, just look around until I get back and see if you can spot the hollow! If you do, get away from it – don’t go near it without-!”

Slam!

The soul reaper was shoved down a hall and the door shut firmly behind her, leaving the younger woman alone in the crowd of illusionary ghosts. They were ignoring her for the most part, at least – apparently her own dress sense hadn’t provoked a reaction out of them. Still, she knew she’d have to be careful – if she did anything the ‘guests’ deemed suspicious, doubtless they’d react just like they had to Rangiku, trying to stop and correct her, possibly very dangerously. So, for the moment, the best thing she could do was just…

… Enjoy the party!

Orihime smiled, bowed, and went with the flow, gracefully folding herself into the crowd and wandering through the halls and rooms. Honestly, it was kind of cool to see a ghost wedding anyway, right? She’d had a few daydreams like this! Of course, normally her life wasn’t in danger from her daydreams…

Still, she found her task surprisingly easy. The partygoers didn’t seem to be looking to catch her out, and by all appearances they were just having a good time. There was food and drink (which were delicious!), music, and even entertainment, she realised as she wandered into another hall, where she spied some performers dancing about on stage. What there wasn’t, though, was any sign of the hollow…

A sudden round of applause jolted the young woman out of her thoughts, and as she looked around she realised that the people on stage were leaving, replaced with a man in a dark suit and a top hat. Oh, a magician! Cool! She’d always wanted to be one of those! She’d have pigeons and confetti and she’d pull Tatsuki out of a hat…

It took a special person to start daydreaming about a magic show while watching a magic show, but Orihime had skills, and never you doubt it. In fact, she was once again so lost in her fantasies that she didn’t notice when the magician on stage began addressing the audience.

“For my next trick, I’m going to need a volunteer! Do we have any likely ladies out there who can help a master of the mystic arts out?”

The crowd around her parted – she would have thought it rather suspicious if she’d noticed.

“Ah, you there! You seem like a fine assistant!”

“Huh?” Suddenly pulled back down to earth, the would-be-exorcist blinked up at the magician pointing towards her. “Me?”

“Yes you, beautiful! Come on up here.” He beckoned, and for a moment the blushing Orihime forgot that not all was as it seemed, scampering up onto the stage to help out. After all, who wouldn’t want to be a magician’s assistant?

“Now, don’t you worry, this is an easy trick,” the magician winked at her, tipping his top hat as he did. “All you need to do there is stand there and watch something for me – think you can do that?”

“Oh sure!” Seemed simple enough. “Do you need me to keep an eye on your pigeons?”

“Ah… No, no, this is much easier.” He reached into his black jacket and pulled out a simple coin on a string. “I just need you to keep your eyes on this here lucky coin, and let me know if anything strange happens as I do this next little trick, okay?”

Orihime nodded, pumping her fists. “Okay! Don’t worry, I won’t let it out of my sight!”

“Atta girl. Right then. Watch close now…”

The delighted stage assistant was all too happy to do just that. What kind of trick would this be, she wondered… Would he turn the coin into a card after she’d pulled it from a deck, or a bunch of flowers, or…?

Of course, thusly distracted, she really wasn’t thinking too hard about the way her eyes followed as the coin began to swing…

“Focus your mind on the pretty, shiny coin as it sways…”

… And soon, she wasn’t thinking too hard about anything at all…

…

Rangiku was only just barely restraining herself from drawing her sword and cutting every single one of these fake spectres apart. It was only the fact that she knew that disrupting this illusion might awaken what she was now starting to suspect was a very powerful hollow from his dreaming slumber that stopped her. As long as this ‘party’ continued, and the illusion wasn’t disrupted, she knew that she and her companion were safe.

Well, from physical threats, at least.

From fashion threats, on the other hand…

“Oh, now I think this top would suit you perfectly!”

“Those ugly robes will never do – here, let me take them…”

“Try this dress, it’ll highlight your lovely legs!”

Ugh, they were relentless! Apparently her soul reaper uniform really didn’t fit the party theme – which was just plain nonsense, she rocked this look. But fine, fine, whatever. If this was what it took to fit in around here, she’d just have to put up with it, for Orihime’s sake if nothing else. She didn’t want to put her friend in danger, especially since she was the one who’d walked them into this mess in the first place. Her uniform didn’t actually matter that much – as long as she still had her sword, she could deal with any issues that cropped up.

So she didn’t struggle too much as she was shoved into a changing room, a set of folded white clothes shoved into her arms, and locked within. After all, there wasn’t anything threatening in there – some clothes hooks, and a full-length mirror for her to check herself out in after she’d changed. Simple enough.

With a sigh, she quickly divested herself of her dark robes, glancing at her reflection in the mirror and taking a moment to smugly enjoy her figure. And why shouldn’t she? She looked great, and she knew it – what was wrong with showing it off? You didn’t see many boobs like these out there~

She smirked, and her reflection smirked right back, striking a little pose to flaunt. “Y’know, I’m not sure those guys are ready for me when I’m dressed to impress. Are they really going to be able to handle all of this?”

The blonde in the mirror hefted up her bra-clad chest. “Who could? We’re 1000% too hot to stop!”

Rangiku blinked. Had… She said that? She must have, right? Her hands were on her tits… Yeah, she must have. It was funny though – looking at the mirror, at her still smirking reflection, she thought she could see something else there. Something in the background. Something… swirling…

“Just look at these babies!” Huh? Oh, her reflection was talking again, still bouncing her boobs – no, wait, that wasn’t… “Even I can’t take my eyes off them!”

It was true, she really couldn’t. Especially once her reflection used her thumbs to pop her bra right off and started bouncing them free and proud…

“And who’d want to, right? Not when it’s so easy to watch them bounce and jiggle, and let your mind fade away…”

Yeah… So easy to just… fade… away…

…

A pair of blank eyed women were led into the chapel, both now dressed in lacy white dresses that did everything they could to accentuate their wonderful curves. Organ music played loudly as they steadily made their way down the aisle in slow lock-step, but neither was roused from their empty-headed trance.

Waiting for them at the end, dressed in a fine suit, was someone who looked like an entirely average, generic man – though, of course, appearances could be deceiving, especially in this place. For instance, if either lady were to make full use of their spiritual sensing powers, both of them would be able to tell that this man was, in fact, the hollow at the centre of this entire event – and that he was quite an unusual hollow, at that. They’dve been quite aware that his lovelorn death had created a spirit obsessed with getting the joy he felt he’d been denied when his wife-to-be had run out on him… And, more importantly, that his utter genericness and unimportance had granted him and those in the world he created the ability to go almost completely unnoticed by even the most perceptive of sensors, unless he wished it otherwise.

Together, those circumstances had made for quite a surprisingly potent combination.

Alas, no, neither woman noticed anything like that. One of them, after all, still had all of her thoughts stolen by a shiny metal coin, while the other had had her brains ruthlessly sucked down into her tits by her smug reflection. So instead, they just blankly did as they were told as they were gently ushered to the head of the church, both with vapid smiles and empty eyes. Their trances were temporary, but deep – the effect of hypnosis on unprepared minds. Soon enough, if left to their own devices, they would wake, and when they did they would surely have some very violent reactions to all of this…

But in the meantime, their bodies and minds were very vulnerable to further manipulation…

“Dearly beloved,” a ghostly priest announced as they reached the end of the aisle, happily stood on either side of the phantom groom, their smiles still blank and empty, untroubled by the events around them. “We are gathered here today to welcome two beautiful women to a life of blissful, unthinking matrimony. If there’s anyone present who might object to this wonderful event… They can keep their damn mouths shut. And now, our beautiful brides shall recite their new vows…”

Rangiku and Orihime didn’t need to ask what he meant or what they should say – not that they were really aware enough to do so either way. A whispering voice in their ears told them exactly which words they needed to speak.

“I, Big Titties,” said Rangiku, her old name vanishing from her head, just as Orihime said, “I, Boobie Slut,” and forgot her name as well. Not that they’d be needing any names, old or new, all that much from now on, as they continued together, “take you, my Master…”

“To control my thoughts and mind, to serve and obey, from this day forward…” With their minds entranced, and the words spoken in their own voices, they couldn’t resist or reject as their magical vows bound their fates, every word they spoke becoming their inescapable truth. From this day forward, they would serve their Master without even the though of disobedience.

“To fuck and suck, with big titties and an empty head. with wide spread legs and a dripping cunt…” And as the vows continued, so too did their effects. Big Titties, the former Rangiku, gasped happily as her bust began to swell, while Boobie Slut sighed in delight as her brain shrank, sucking out whatever traces of intelligence she might have had left to swell her tits and moisten her slit. Neither of them wouldn’t need their smarts any more as a bimbo bride, after all.

“Your slave and bimbo pet, forever and ever, no death to make us part~”

Bells rang out as the vows were finished, and their fates were sealed. Rangiku and Orihime were no more, forgotten phantoms of a past now discarded. In their place, two women in fine white dresses with breasts so large they threatened to tear an already large pair of cleavage windows, and heads so empty you could hear the wind whistle from one ear to the other, smiling vapidly as they gazed in utter adoration at their husband. A happy pair of horny bimbo brides, through and through.

And their husband grinned, finally satisfied to be getting what he felt he was due after all these years. And thanks to how hidden he and his world were, he could expect to enjoy his wonderful wives to their fullest for a very, very, very long time. Yes, at last, he was content.

Unless, he decided, as he walked his bimbos off to get started on their honeymoon, guiding them both with a hand on either white-lace-lined behind, unless even more attractive soul reapers decided to come looking for him. Then… Well. This was an open marriage, after all…!