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A Package Full of Giggles

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    Angelica sat at her desk, looking forward and tapping her fingers impatiently.  She was staring at the screen on her laptop, looking at the window opened on it.  It showed a tracking page for an order of hers, currently listing it as Out for Delivery.

    It has to show up sometime today, she aggressively thought, I’m tired of waiting and being like this.  I want that damn package here now!

    As if fate was listening, there was a knock at her apartment door.  Angelica, completely on edge, nearly jumped out of her seat in shock at the sound.  However, she quickly composed herself and headed to the door.

    By the time she arrived, whoever had knocked was already long gone.  At the base of her apartment door was a box with pinking letters on it.  Damn doorman just lets anyone in, she thought as she eyed the box, but whatever.  Saves me a trip having to walk downstairs!

    Angelica smiled brightly and seized the box quickly, slamming the door behind her as she rushed into her bedroom.  Even though there was no one else in the apartment, and no one could even see into it, she locked the bedroom door and closed the blinds.  She dropped the box onto the bed and gave it a pleasant smile.

    The label read in big, pink shiny letters: Bimbo in a Box.

    “Perfect,” Angelica pleasantly said under her breath, “Just perfect!  Time to fix me.”

    Angelica was a young woman.  No matter how much time she spent out in the sun, she was always pale.  Not matter what she ate or how much she worked out, she was always rather thin and skinny.  She had freckles all over her face, neck, shoulders, and chest and she had curly short red hair. She also wore glasses, her vision being pretty bad without them. While certainly not ugly by any means, she just felt frustrated by her appearance.

    “No more nights sleeping alone,” she chuckled, tearing open the box, “No more being unnoticed.  No more me… please no more me.”

    Angelica had tried everything to be noticed and attract a boyfriend or a guy.  Wearing tighter clothing, wearing more makeup, being more forward and open, and all of that.  However, her body made her look much younger than she really was and she could never shake her shy disposition no matter how much she tried.

    Hearing the wonders that Bimbo in a Box had done for several other people, including some of her old friends, Angelica had to give it a shot.  Please just work, she thought, even if it just makes me less shy or gives me some curves, please work!

    Looking through the box, Angelica could see several different items in it that looked interesting to her.  Makeup kit, different pieces of clothing, hairspray can, high heels, contacts, etc.  Everything that could be used to turn her life around.

    “Where to start,” Angelica muttered as she looked over everything that was available, “Where to start!”  After a few moments of looking, a smile crossed her face and grabbed the contacts case from the box.

    “No need for these old things…” she muttered, tossing her glasses onto the bed.  Carefully, she applied the contacts to her eyes.  Once they were in, they merged with her irises.  Her vision turned crystal clear and she could see clearly with her new, striking emerald eyes.

    Better eyesight was good, but she needed way more than that.  She grabbed the pink thong from the box next eagerly, ready to see what this box could really do for her.  She declared happily, “Time to finally get some real back.”

    She quickly undressed, removing all of her clothing and tossing them into a pile.  She stood in front of her full-length mirror, given to her as gift from her mom for some unfathomable reason, so she could fully take in her coming changes.

    With a deep breath, Angelica slipped the thong on, pulling it up her legs and onto her butt.  The underwear barely hung on with it trying to slide down her flat hips, clearly made for someone with a fuller figure in mind.  She looked rather silly with it on, since it just didn’t seem to match her appearance or personality at all.

    But that didn’t last.  While her hips stayed the same, her butt itself started growing.  Completely flat, both of her ass cheeks inflated, pushing out and becoming more roundish.  They grew and grew until they provided her with a nice, big bubble butt that the back of her thong disappeared into.

    “Very nice,” Angelica cooed or at least, attempted to coo.  Her voice was some between girl and young boyish, making any attempts she made at saying something sexy or adult in the past sound awkward or bizarre.

    However, seeing what the box could offer her, she knew that issue wouldn’t last for too long now.  She reached into it again and yanked out a pair of fishnet stockings and very high high-heels.  “First with the stockings,” she told herself as she pulled fishnets up her legs, “And then some extra height…”

    Putting the stockings on, she discovered that she didn’t have to wait to gain the extra inches she wanted.  Her legs, thin as rails, become shapelier and toned, lengthening as well.  There was slightly more muscle and definition to them now, making them look rather stunning and elegant.  She now had some real womanly legs that she could strut her stuff with.

    Angelica smiled and eagerly put on the pink heels, wondering what they could offer for her next in the transformation.  Her feet were a bit big for her shoes at first, but they shrunk not too long after the footwear went on.  However, there appeared to be no other changes beyond that.

    Huh?  She thought confusedly, like… shouldn’t there be more or something?

    She moved around and it hit her then what had happened.  It was her posture and movement.  It was more graceful and sensual in every way.  As she walked, she now pushed out her chest and swung her hips from side to side as if it was second nature to her.

    With a lack of a real nice set of breasts and flat hips, the posture and mannerisms didn’t really have has much impact as Angelica would have liked.  Sure, her booty shook and jiggled nicely with her steps, but that wasn’t going to be enough.  “I’m still not hawt enough,” she muttered under her breath, “Need to keep going…”

    Rummaging through the box, she spotted a micro-skirt and spray bottle.  However, she decided to try out the spray bottle first, since she could guess what the skirt did at a glance.  She noticed the word “Tan” on the bottle, but didn’t bother to read everything else.  Instead, she just sprayed her torso and her arms with the substance.

    Where the liquid hit her skin, the pigment darkened.  Her skin looked richly tan and not in a fake way, but in a more natural and normal look (as if she spent a lot of time at the beach).  The color then began to creep out from the spots she sprayed and spread over the rest of her skin quickly, pulsating out like a wave.

    As the color spread across her body, brown spots, body hair, and other imperfections vanished.  Anything that would simply take away from the woman Angelica wanted to become became no more.  Even her cute and childish freckles disappeared too.  With that, she now looked like a tanned beach babe, minus some curves and blonde hair.

    “Hell yeah!” she cheerfully said, feeling up her smooth arms, “This is what I’m talking about!  I’m going to be a frickin’ goddess at this rate!”

    Angelica grinned widely, a chuckle escaping her lips as she thought about all the heads that were going to turn when she came strutting through.  No one was going to be ignoring her soon enough.  With that in mind, she yanked out the light-pink micro-skirt and put it on over her hips to let it do its magic.

    Thankfully, it did its magic rather quickly since it looked like was going to slid right down her legs like her thong almost did.  Her hips finally widened, stretching out and out.  They turned curvy and far more rounded, fitting her butt much more.  Her skirt stretched immensely, shrinking up and up until it didn’t even cover the bottom of her butt cheeks.

    From her hips down, she now had a figure on par with a stereotypical bimbo and she absolutely loved it.  So sexy, she thought pleasantly, I’m really looking good now.

    Angelica reached into the box and yanked out something at random next.  This time it was a small case filled with bright red clip-on fingernails.  Without a second thought, she took out ten of them clipped them onto each of her fingers happily.  Change-wise, the only thing that happened was that clip-ons became her real fingernails and her hands became slightly daintier.

    Regardless, Angelica was still pleased as she studied the results.  That saves time on having them grow out, manicured, and painted, she thought, I would have preferred pink, but I can totes roll with red.

    She continued rummaging through the box, eager to discover what other bimbofying products awaited her in it.  After a second, she grabbed something interesting and yanked it out.  Surprisingly, it was a small container of breath mints, which looked like Tic-Tacs at a glance.

    She read the label on the container this time, which said: One mint per outing!

    Angelica stared at the label and thought, nuts to that, and swallowed two of them whole.  They tasted extremely minty, but also very sweet as well.  A big grin spread across her face and she shivered with delight.  She said in a pippy, higher-pitch tone, “That was like so tasty and stuff!”

    She let out a pleasant giggle as she felt a weight leave her shoulders.  She didn’t feel any more lingering stress, concern, or worry.  She wasn’t thinking about showing off or getting back at anyone who blew her off in the past.  In fact, she wasn’t thinking that much about anything other than putting the rest of her kewl outfit on and having some fun that night.

    Some very sensual fun.  She giggled again, licking her lips and fishing out another item from the box to use.  Curiously, she found what appeared to be a sticker of sorts.  A sticker that looked like the black outline of a stretched-out butterfly.

    Without thinking about what she held, she took the sticker and placed it right above her ass crack.  A few seconds later and it turned into a real, black inked tattoo.  “Can’t forget my tramp stamp!” she giggled pleasantly, pushing out her butt at the mirror so she could see the tattoo clearly.

    She turned back to the box and spotted another sticker, this one of a big pink heart with a red outline around it.  Again, she slapped it onto her skin without hesitation, this one going on her right shoulder.  It turned real like the other, but strangely, after a moment, a cursive word appeared in the middle of the heart, Kandi.

    “Kandi,” Angelica said.  She blankly looked at her tat for a long time, her brain trying to work out why the name seemed weird but sort of familiar too.  After a moment, she squealed happily and said, “Oh yeah, that’s like my name and stuff!”

    Kandi giggled some more as her torso changed, the tattoos now kicking in a new and unexpected change.  Her stomach flattened completely, her slight muffin top disappearing and leaving her with a nicely toned stomach.  Her waist also shrunk in, cracking inward and leaving her with a very noticeable hourglass figure.

    The developing bimbo giggled as she swayed her hips back and forth sensually, really loving how much sway there was now that she had a smaller waist.  She reached in and grabbed the black-laced bra she saw earlier, but then, something else grabbed her attention.  It was her reflection, but in particular, her face.

    I’m like so bland, she thought sadly, and boring and ugly and stupid and ugly!

    She changed her mind and instead grabbed the makeup kit from her box.  She knew what she had to do to fix this problem.  Speedily, she applied eyeliner, blush, eyeshadow, and all sorts of various cosmetics to her face.  She wrapped it all up with applying glossy, ruby red lipstick to her small lips.

    Right away, they all worked their magic, adjusting her facial structure.  Her brow protruded out far less, any minor hints of facial lines vanished, bags under her eyes disappeared, her eyebrows thinned, her nose got smaller, and her eyelashes grew longer and luxurious.  Lastly, her lips plumped up quite a bit.  Not to where they looked ridiculous, but more in a natural, sexy way.

    Better, she thought, but could be better!

    She giggled and grabbed the hairspray can from the box.  Not reading the label, not that she would want to, Kandi applied the spray all over her rough short hair.  The more sprayed it, the more her mop reacted.

    The dull redness of hair brightened up into a luscious, vibrant shade of red that was absolutely stunning.  While she expected to become blonde, the trademark of most bimbos, Kandi adored how pretty her hair color was now.  It also helped that her locks grew longer, becoming a bit wavy and professionally styled in a way, until they reached halfway down her back.

    Kandi giggled, twirling one of her locks with her finger.  She really liked what she saw now.  Giggling, she thought, now time for some big boobies!

    She pulled out the black-laced bra she had seen earlier, along with a red tube-top that said in pink, glittery letters “Juicy” on it.  She put the bra on first, which hung rather loosely on her chest, clearly made for women with much bigger bust sizes.  She then put on the lowcut top, also rather loose on her.

    With those pieces on, her transformation headed towards completion.  A strange heat and warmth arose in her loins and in her nipples, her body feeling tingly and excited.  She rubbed her thick thighs together and bit down on her plump, bottom lip.  She could feel her nipples erecting and rubbing gently against the big bra.

    “Soooo good,” she moaned, a drop of sweat running down her face and dripping onto her chest.  Her breasts began to inflate and started trying to match her physique.  From the small, almost unnoticeable A-cups she had, they reached out into B-cup proportions and finally gave her some minor cleavage.

    But B?  That wouldn’t be enough for Kandi on any level.  She wanted bigger and better breasts than that.  Absentmindedly, she squeezed her left breast and more tingly feelings arose in her body.  Her chest responded by growing into C-cups, filling up some of her bra and pushing slightly against her top.

    Again, it was not enough for her.  She let out another pleasant moan as her breasts grew even more, reaching the massive size of D.  Despite their size, they did not feel heavy or anything like that, but more of a happy addition.  Her bra was finally filled and her top was stretching, wrapping around her large mounds pleasantly.

    Kandi would’ve probably settle for that, but her lovely breasts grew one final size: an impressive, fit for a goddess as herself, set of E-cup sizes tits.  Her bra and top struggled to contain them, her bra now conspicuously poking out of her top.  She had vast amounts of cleavage and looking down, she could not see her high heels anymore.

    “Oh ma gawd!” she cried out, looking at her reflection, “I’m… I’m… I’m so like sexy and stuff!”

    Her transformation was complete.  The skinny, unremarkable young lady she was just a few minutes ago had left the building.  In her place was a woman.  A woman that oozed lust and desire from every pore.  Vapid and dim, but sweet and adult in other ways, Kandi was a sight to be seen.

    Kandi almost cried there on the spot, just completely in love with the new her that was before her.  However, she guessed that might ruin her makeup, so she held it back.  Instead, she grabbed the small pink purse from the box, the last thing within it.  It wasn’t there for more transformations, but more for her to carry her stuff in and match her new look.

    And she would need it.  With this new body and a hot new desire raging within her, Kandi was hungry for some excitement and fun.  She wasn’t going to find it hanging around in her boring old apartment, that’s for sure.  It was time for her step out into her new hawt life and see what new “friends” she could make.


The End

And here's a commission that should have been done sooner.  This is for :iconganonchan:, a Bimbos in a Box commission.  It's pretty straight, girl wants to be more sexy and adult, and thus gets box that can make her that way.

If you like this story or my other bimboization tales, I'm currently open for Christmas Bimbo themed commissions right now.  Only 300 points or $3 via PayPal.  Just send me a note or leave a comment on my current journal to talk about it.
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