The year is 2121, technology has progressed as expected and social decay with it, not quite cyberpunk levels, people are still made of people and cars still don't fly, debauchery is plentiful but in this instance not how one might expect. For you see about 6 years ago "The Global Behavioral Event" better known as, "The great Bimbofication" shrouded the world in wanton lust and air headedness, something akin to the spread of the fictional zombie plagues seen in various media, this "sickness" or "alteration" as its come to be known spread across the globe.

The effects of this were strange to say the least, as it attacked the brain exclusively. The female side of the population were effected most drastically, their cognitive prowess greatly decreased and the lust centres of the brain driven to overdrive and by some yet undiscovered mechanism fundamentally altered their personalities. Women who had once been scientists, politicians, engineers or other well respected roles, abandoned their careers almost overnight, adopting exaggerated, stereotypically feminine personas. Complex subjects became difficult for most of them to engage with, while appearance, social approval, entertainment and sexual desires became their main concerns.

The effects on the male population where much more subtle, their intelligence remained unaltered but a general reinforcement of the woman's new desire for big boobs and easy times was observed. Very few men saw an issue with the changes at play or at least once the effect had spread fully, the staggering rate of acceptance of this new reality regardless of cultural back ground or upbringing, signalled this had to be a part of the same mechanism.

Many theories have been put forward, like some sort of religious end of days or some new tech from a "Big fashion" sort of megacorporation or a government development to keep the population happy and easy to control, some have even suggested a kind of human evolution or even something not of this world. These theories may have garnered more research, funding and interest if a large part of the population had escaped the changes, but as it stands almost all of the planet has been altered....

Almost being the key word, it is well known it didn't get everyone, they are known as the, "unaltered". Its impossible to know how many unaltered still exist, one of the personality quirks of the altered is their irrational dislike of the unaltered. Governments the world over have in place systems and rewards for reporting the unaltered, once found they are removed from society, no one really knows what happens to them, but they never return, even in an age of mass cameras and surveillance whether it be official or just personal phone cameras. No one who's gone missing has ever been spotted again.

Bee Carter, 28, is unaltered, in her old life she had only just started as a research assistant in a lab doing work on quantum manufacturing. Her team was trying to find a way to build machines that could still work even at a scale where atoms would start to misbehave.

That of course is a life in the past, Bee doesn't dare admit to knowledge greater than where the current biggest celebs are getting their surgery's done or what brands they are wearing, or she risk getting whisked away. She hasn't totally left that life behind, one huge risk she does take is in her secret lab, a walk in wardrobe converted to a tiny study that's hidden behind a false wall, its small and cramped but there she keeps a few bits of research equipment, literature and a computer she dare not connect to the web. The last bit of her old life, the last thing feeding her desire to know more, the one thing keeping her going, keeping her sane.

I wish I could get my hands on Mum's research, her work on instantaneous thought transfer surely would spread some ligh-

"Bee! come on girl you can fantasize after work," Leanne said.

Bee is snapped back into her current reality, she turns her head to see her co worker Leanne looking at her like she's gone crazy... after all no woman is that deep in thought ever. Bee's heart races.

Shit how long was I lost in thought??

A slight panic sets in, the feeling of eyes watching her, the feeling of those eyes reminds her of how she looks, her once light brown hair now dyed platinum blond, huge lashes frame her hazel eyes, her fake tan mostly worn off, she hates it after all, particularly she hates the bright pink nit dress she is currently wearing, she hates how it hugs her slim but soft unathletic figure, she hates how it only just covers her butt, she hates how the thong feels like a constant wedgy, she hates how the low cut asks all who see it to "please check out my perky c cups and pink lace bra," and she hates how sore her feet are in these stupid pink heals, she would give any thing for her old sweater, jeans and joggers combo.

Bee steels herself in the moment, "Oh my god, I like totally can't believe I was spacing out like that, I HAVE to go get another coffee on break!" Bee replies. It's practised to perfection, no one would think she was capable of anything other than surface level thought.

"Bee don't scare me like that, I thought you were going to pass out," Leanne says.

"OMG really? no way I'm just super tired, I was up sooo late," Bee says with the same rehearsed smile.

Leanne's face lights up, "Holy shit no way, you finally got a boy friend? he must fuck super good."

god fuck damn it! don't leave these idiots open to interpretation

Bee chastises herself, one daydream and she's risking blowing her cover. Embarrassment why is embarrassment always the best way out?

"nah I totes can't find one with a big enough cock," when quickly having to learn to survive in this new world one of Bee's early lie's accidentally gave herself the back story of being a size queen she is now stuck with. "I picked up a new wand on the way home, I swear I like, almost burnt it out last night," Bee would be bright red by now if it wasn't for the experience she now has hiding her feelings.

Ok that should do it, no attachments, location accounted for, activity believable... although thinking about it I should take that wand I was given years ago out of the box so it at least looks like I've used it once.

"See, this is why you need to lower your standards, I know you like em big but just get yourself a guy who's, like, you know.. um.." Leanne is struggling for words, "Is like almost big enough? who can pound your shit, real cock feels way better and then you wont be up all night burning your clit off," Leanne gives Bee a look of a caring friend who's imparting genuine wisdom.

Of course Bee can see she means well but having to constantly filter how you speak and being surrounded by morons does get tiresome.

"but like.. if its not stretching me open, what's the point of putting up with some... dude?" Bee asks.

why a size queen? why? of all the stupid corners to work myself into, what if I have to prove it one day? Fuck.

"Girls, Floor," Mason the department manager casually addresses the two without looking up from his computer.

Bee turns to see a floor scattered with women, all trying different perfumes, make ups and accessories. This department store job is far beneath the lab work Bee used to do, but it pays the bills and no one suspects her, she has also found it a great way of studying the masses. She is desperate to find other unaltered, more minds that could potentially be used to solve the bimbofication.

But here in lies her ultimate prison, finding others.. for all she knows Leanne could be unaltered, half the women in the store could be, for any woman still walking around in public is one of two things, dumb as bricks or just as good at pretending as Bee is, two minds in conversation with each other yearning to connect, can never find each other as the risk of getting it wrong is far to great.

"YAY CUSTOMERS!" Bee squeals, with all the enthusiasm of a woman who finds the very concept of a blue car deeply fascinating.

Bee works her shift, cosmetics, perfumes, ear rings and other bullshit, one vapid conversation after another. She has to give input to what shade eye shadow best matches which dress or top, of course its not that simple, what about the jewellery? Big hoops? Or bigger hoops?!? All these things Bee had to actually study and learn. When she was in grad school the closest she came to "Fashion" was the hair straightener that used to collect dust in her bathroom drawer. Bee liked how neat it kept her hair but it took so long, and really what did it matter? Back in the perfume thick atmosphere, Bee worked diligently, but not suspiciously diligently, until mercifully her shift was over.

"Heeeeey, Mason, I like totally spaced, am I working tomorrow?" Bee asks, but she already knows, she has her timetable memorized. Of course its easy to remember, the girls one rarely changes to avoid confusion.

"Hmm? oh Bee uh, lemme check...... nnnnope your off tomorrow, see you back in two days," Mason replies, his eyes never quite make it to meet Bee's, he gets most of the way but seem to always get stuck chest high.

"woo party time!" Bee responds cheerfully, she immediately turns heel and heads for the employee rooms to grab her stuff from her locker

get me home get me get me home!

She wizzes into and out of the break room, passed the toilets and to the lockers, punches in her code, (forgetting your locker code doesn't seem to be common with the other girls so Bee doesn't pretend to do that one, she doesn't want to stand out for being too stupid either) grabs her bag, phone and keys and then back to the toilets.

She stands facing the mirror, scans her surroundings by habit, alone, she takes a few deep breaths "Ok not long now, almost home" Bee quietly says to herself. She rifles through her small pink hand bag with a silver chain strap, takes out her make up bag and sets about refreshing her make up as any self respecting bimbo should, she takes her lip gloss and applies it liberally to her puffy lips.

damn it, filler's wearing off, I'll have to get them re done... I miss my old lips

As these thoughts cross her mind they are interrupted by the door swinging open, its Kasey, the young 20 year old girl that started a few months ago. A small frame adorned with massive fake tits, for sure there is no doubt Kasey is altered. Although she is nice enough, bubbly and pleasant to be around her wavy curled red hair frames her gorgeous face, even Bee finds her eyes wander to check the young girl out from time to time.

"Wow, you have a great butt girl!" Kasey announces as she spots Bee.

Bee is leaning forward over the sink doing her makeup in the mirror, its lifted her dress up showing her bum to the world... or in this case the girls toilets.

Bee fights the instinct to quickly fix her dress "You think so?"

"yah girl, you just need to get your boobs done to really bring it home" Kasey informs Bee, still checking out her older work mate.

"I mean yeah I'd love to, but rent comes first unfortunately," Its only a half lie this time, one of the unforeseen boons of this low paying job is she can't afford to mutilate her body with plastic surgery.

"aw yeah, that's to bad, my parents paid for mine..... oh! we're all going for drinks tomorrow night you have to come!" Kasey squeals with excitement.

No, not drinks... not on my days off... think, last time.. I said I wasn't feeling well... time before that... had a fake hot date... before that... sick again... shit my excesses are running thin.

"That like, actually sounds amazing," NNNOOOOO I DON'T WANNA

"Yes queen! Its gonna be so much fun, I'll see if I can find you one of those monster cocks you like so much.... OMG If I do, can I watch you take it?" Kasey says with the look of a girl who's just learned about Christmas.

"Fuck... thats so hot," Bee says, as she puts the finishing touches on her make up.

I'll just have to get black out drunk so they have to send me home in a taxi, another ruined weekend but I'm not going to fuck for this girls amusement!

Bee takes over the conversation so she can't be roped into anything else, she probably could say no to a night out, but she's never once heard of another girl bailing on a night out and the risk of getting tipped of as unaltered is to high.

"I totes have to get going girl, my feet are aching and my bath is calling!"

"Ok I'll message you where we are meeting up!"

"Thanks Kase," Bee smiles to Kasey as she exits the toilets, finally released she makes for the exit.

A walk through the mall takes her to the elevator to ground level, the doors slide open and reveal an advertisement on the back wall of the lift "Lactation inducers, ask your doctor what's right for you!" Bee sighs and hits the button for the ground floor. Once there she's out onto the street where the onslaught of advertisement's continues, almost every wall has a billboard or sign, fake tits, fake asses, the latest fashion or strip wear as far as Bee was concerned, anal bleaching and every method of body hair management conceivable. If it could make a girl look like more of a whore you could find places fighting for your business.

A brief sigh and some finding of inner strength and Bee starts her walk home, about 20 blocks away. She decides on walking over public transit, her feet are sore but she's been wearing heels for 5 years straight so she is mostly used to it, the tram is an option but then so is being hit on or groped and she just isn't up for that.

On her walk she passes a convenience store, to deflated and worn out from the day she stops in and picks up a mixed pack of sushi. A short while later, she enters the lobby of her apartment building, her mind wanders to her weekend chores,

Need to get my lips done, I should check my wardrobe for going out clothes... fuck I think rents due, Bee hits the elevator up button, hmmm, do I fuck the rent away again or should I pay it, I'm single so he probably wont understand why I wouldn't fuck for rent.... hopefully someone else has fucked for it this month and he needs me to actually pay, but then new lip filler and a night out... I'll be running short on funds. she looks at her bought dinner, Shit guess I shouldn't have done that. The elevator dings and the door opens, inside a man, Jay Dillon, lives the floor above Bee, he seems ok, from memory he's a baggage handler, Bee's avoided him for the most part as she does everyone she can.

On this occasion as the doors open Bee's pondering as left her eyeline aimed at crotch level, and Jay is casually dressed and appears to be sporting the legendary god hog, clearly visible in outline, its the largest thing Bee has ever seen, she is stunned motionless.

"Yo Bee ain't it? my eyes are up here" he says with a chuckle.

Twice in one day, Bee has gotten good at playing the part but every now and then she gets blindsided by something, that similar panic set in, the fear of being outed as unaltered, women these days don't get stunned by a cock they worship them.

Bee forces her head up and engages the vacant smile, "Holy shit how do you even walk with that thing?"

"Haha, yeah ladies love it, I was gonna get off this level but if you wanna check it out more I can stay on," A short beard, dark hair, very tanned with an open shirt and light cloth shorts, even before the sexualised world Bee finds her self in, this would have caused her pause.

"What? no, I can't keep you, you were leaving, you go on don't mind me," Bee's speech slips, a long day and now confronted with this.

Jay gives Bee a confused look, "No? you sure? you were staring like you ain't fucked in weeks, I got time."

The look on his face is cause for alarm Bee is terrified of the size of it, her size queen reputation is only at work so she has a chance to avoid fucking this thing, more focused now she tries again.

"It's like, its totes just way to big for me," she says as she presses forward into the lift, selecting her floor, number 14, the lifts are old and slow, the doors shut gradually, leaving Bee to this monster cock.

"Oh shit yeah, I get that a lot, I get it, I get it," Jay nods.

Holy shit, it worked! Fuck I thought I was dead.

"you can just blow me if you want then," he says as he open his pants to reveal the monster.

Bee blinks in disbelief. So close, I was so close.

This is crazy! Do girls really just blow any stranger that asks them to? Can I say no... what the fuck do I do?!?

Bee's mind races processing a world of thoughts in just a moment, Ok... remember collage... the slutty mean girls... didn't fuck everything that moved, they were the prize, didn't just give it away... he's old enough he might have experienced those types... fuck it I'll try it.

"Oh my god dude, don't just pull your stinky cock out" As bee says it a thrum of worry hits her, is that to mean? "You could at least buy me a drink first," she adds unsure of how to handle this.

Shit is that to non committal?

Jay stands there, dick in hand, stunned, a mix of surprise and deep routed shame resurfacing after 6 years, social norms have changed but the old world has not been forgotten, everyone can remember the world before and it looks like Bee was able to activate his old sensibilities, even for just a moment.

Bee stands there, her heart pounding in her chest, taking in the ridiculous sight of this mans blank stair, with massive dick just out in the open.

shit... what have I done... I just don't want to suck dick right now.. is that so bad...

The sound of the doors opening on Bee's floor goes unnoticed by the pair, but the sound of the pair of girls who were waiting for the lift breaks through the tension.

"Holy shit!" the blond says "Look at the size of it!" the other blond cry's with joy.

The pair of girls dressed for a night out, crowd Jay and bombard him "No way that fits in anyone!" "Look its bigger than my forearm!" "We're going to club Stacey's wanna come with?!" The two girls almost talk over each other.

Bee slips out in the distraction, saved, emotions start to well up as she walks towards her front door, her heels clacking on the tile floor, but she has one last obstacle her landlord is heading back the other way.

"Oh Bee, rent this weekend don't forget" his name is Donnington or just Don, 46, 5'11ish broad shouldered, His ginger hair has faded to a dirty blond with age, he keeps it cut respectably, his white button shirt and dress pants combo suggests a man upper middle class, but Bee wonders, collecting rent from 173 apartments can't leave a man to hard for money.

Bee stands before her door, number 128, she longs to just be on the other side of it.

"Heey Don! I know, I have it covered this month," Bee manages to keep her voice steady, with the well practised cheery lack of thought tone to it. She is for once glad for the caked on layers of make up, she is on the verge and her eyes and cheeks must be red and puffy underneath.

"Good to hear, oh a woman stopped by today, wanted me to give you this directly," He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter, the edges crumpled from being stuffed into Don's pants pocket, he's nice, but clearly doesn't care all to much about people like Bee.

Bee takes the letter "A letter? who from?"

"The fuck should I know? Some ditzy broad, probably a friend of yours," Don says indignantly, "anyway, rent, don't forget," he then walks to the elevator.

Bee holds the letter in her hand, an earth shattering development and a risky one. Who the fuck writes letters these days? Particularly women... having a pen pal is a great way to look too smart.

On the envelope is written "Bee" with hearts and little drawings of Bee's

Okay, well at least its a stupid looking smart thing. Bee concludes.

Bee slides her key into her front door and lets her self into her small apartment, a bathroom, bedroom with kitchen and living room occupying the same space, she's never let anyone in since the bimbofication of the world, this is her haven, no books or painting or anything that would tickle the mind of a higher inelegance, just in case she has a friend stop by, but she has let herself have her families old furniture, her mum and dad were taken in the early days of the capture of unaltered, so she only inherited a few things before the government confiscated the rest. Its given her little space a warm rustic feel, earthy tones match the old wooden hand made furniture and plenty of house plants complete the look, she's not sure if keeping plants is a bimbo thing or not so she has gone to great lengths to keep them alive unsure if she is able to replace them.

Bee sets her bag and keys down on the kitchen bench, she then sits down on her old heavy cotton green sofa and kicks off her heels.

"Finally," she says as she lets out a groan venting the days stresses.

Her attention turns to the letter, a small pause.. she examines it by feel. "Doesn't feel bulky enough to have any sort of trap in it..." She mumbles, she carefully runs one of her lavishly long nails, that she hates, under the flap carefully opening it, inside 1 sheet of paper folded over. Bee carefully removes and unfolds it.

"I know what you are."

Bee's blood runs cold.

"5 Fredrick street, Candles and Lilac if you want to help fix it all."

Bee thoughts are frantic.

Fix it? Fix what, the world? What the fuck, can it be fixed? Wait.. know what I am? Do they mean unaltered? Is it a trap? A sting? If I go here will I disappear? But.. What if its some underground resistance? Six years.. and no sign of anything... Can I pass this up?

It's all to much, to shit of a day, to much rent, to little meaningful conversation, to much sex, to much showing her body, to much stress, to much pretending, to much risk!

The constant feeling of being alone wells up in Bee, she has friends at work, friends from her life before, extended family... all of whom would turn her in if they found out she was unaltered, she exists a mind trapped on an island surrounded by a sea of pumped up lips and body counts.

Tears run down her face as Bee huddles into her self "Mum... what do I do?"