On a cold winter afternoon, Giselle was wasting the day away browsing videos on the Internet. Most of them she'd already seen dozens of times before, but she sometimes felt it was less wasteful to re-watch something she already knew she enjoyed. As she leaned on her free arm and clicked the mouse with the other, the gothic girl decided to go into the trending tab and see what was new. After looking at the initial videos that loaded and seeing nothing of interest, one thing caught her mind.


"Rebecca Black? Wow, I didn't know she was still trying to do stuff. I have no idea who Slayyyter is but, what the hell, I'll check it out." she clicked on the video. It took place in a dingy-looking gas station, with the two singers dressed as grungy, trashy workers. Their hair was a mess of brunette and dirty blonde hair that immediately made Giselle annoyed. But that was probably the point, considering the way they acted throughout it. Giselle leaned back and tugged on one of her gloves to make sure it was secure on her hand.


She hadn't planned on going out today, but she had still put a lot of work into her look considering she was only hanging out at home. A myriad of black leather garments were her outfit of choice, and that was not a huge change from what she wore on a regular basis. Her hair was styled in pigtails that reached down past her shoulders as a way to keep it out of her face, and she'd done her nails and face makeup in heavy doses of purple.


A few seconds into the video there was a brief flash of white that came from the screen. Giselle blinked and thought something was wrong with her computer at first. But the video seemed to play fine after that, so she ignored it. The music was fine, the singing was fine. But she wasn't really sure why the video was popular enough to get on trending. Except for perhaps, the name appeal. She shrugged, unaware that the first flash from the video had started something in her.


Giselle was already fairly well-stacked, but her breasts began to balloon out to bigger sizes. But her rack was not being filled with the soft fat that her boobs were naturally made of. Instead, for every tiny bit they pushed out into her corset, the insides firmed up. It was as if tiny implants had been siphoned inside her chest and the more she watched the video, the more they filled up with silicone. It was a subtle enough growth that Giselle didn't notice at first. There was a slight bulge of her boobs as they slipped over the cups of her black leather corset, but she was focused enough on the video that she didn't notice.


She also was oblivious to the way her hair was losing its dark pigmentation. Giselle had naturally been blessed with a rich, dark black. On certain days it was so dark that it looked like there was a hint of purple in it. But now, the roots of her hair were turning blonde. The color was not even a natural blonde either, it was so light and wispy that it went beyond a golden blonde and was a color that seemed like it could only come out of a box. A few strands gained the yellow tinge first, and completely wiped away any trace of ebony from the root. That spread to other locks of her hair until there was a long stripe of blonde down the center of her head.


"The camera work in this thing is all kinds of bad," she said moodily, as if she were commenting to anyone in particular. She scrolled down to view the comments as she listened to the song, and saw that the support for the song was overwhelmingly positive. On the one hand, Giselle understood that they'd delete negative comments or just try and push good ones up to the top. But she was amazed that so many of the comments were poorly written. It was like they were typed out by people with no brains.


"This song is like, such a bop. I can't stop singin it"


"You are both queenz I canno get enough omg more more slay."


"OMG, OMG, OMG"


"Yaaaaaaaaaaaasssss, this is fire fire huh bae!"


It seemed nobody could just comment that they liked the song and move on with their lives. They had to praise it like it was the best thing in the world. Giselle scrolled back up to the video and a flash hit her eyes. She blinked as the sudden burst of white on screen made her gray eyes sting.


"Agh!" She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and blinked a few times as she opened them again. The silver hue of her irises had been replaced by a pale blue. "Damn, that was worse than the last one. Stupid video needs to get its color balance checked or something." Giselle scratched the side of her head as more blonde seeped into her hair. Her head itself felt tingly as well, as if the force that dyed her very roots were soaking into her brain. Giselle's boobs continued to fill with silicone, and rested higher on her chest as the proportions finally grew more fake than natural, and her growing stripper tits grew to the point that her areolae peeked out over the cups of her corset.


"I can't even really make out what they're, like, saying," Giselle said. She wrapped one of her pigtails around her finger and toyed with it, like an older person might have done with a spiral phone cord. Eventually as Giselle watched the video, the music seemed to just become a droning sound that echoed in her head. She couldn't hear any specific words, and the images on the screen were background filler. She blinked a few more times as more brief, subliminal flashes came to her monitor in increasing numbers.


With each flash, the blue color of Giselle's eyes grew more vivid and obvious. If the increasing blonde in her hair looked dyed, then the shocking blue of her eyes looked like plastic contacts. Her eyes even widened a bit to make her eyes more innocent and naive looking. Soon they looked so artificial that they'd be the perfect shade for a blue raspberry lollipop. Giselle stayed silent for a while and enjoyed the song more and more. She slowly breathed out and a small smile came to her face instead of the resting annoyed face she tended to have.


"Hmmm, yeah, you know. This, like, isn't too um, bad," she muttered. Giselle licked her lips, and the purple on her mouth vanished. Underneath was a small layer of pink lipstick. It was not a shade she ever owned. But it grew in intensity, and as it applied itself to Giselle's mouth, her kissers plumped up to even more succulent levels. Giselle's figure and face were ones that did not match her dour, unattached attitude. It was not suitable to be a goth chick who had a body that simultaneously screamed cheerleader, model, and porn star. 


Unfortunately for Giselle, the changes happening to her body were making those comparisons even more likely, while stripping away the parts of her identity that she could hide behind. The first several inches of her hair had been transformed into ghastly, bleached blonde tones, from the top of her head down to the back of her neck. Her pigtails had yet to be touched, but her face looked more akin to a vapid bimbo than a moody goth, with her lips stained pink and the dark makeup around her eyes shifted to be 'smoky' and sultry. It was the opposite of the look she liked.


But Giselle was hooked into the insidious music video now, and she was unable to notice the changes, especially the fake firmness of the tits attached to her chest. If she were to try and squeeze them, they would barely have any give. They were heavier because of that, even though they'd only grown a few cup sizes since the video started. Her areolae were much wider and took up far more space on her nipples than normal, and were a healthier tone than normal. Giselle's skin tone was quite pale, so as she was mutated by the hidden signals in the video, her skin gained some color to it. Not to the point it was tanned, but just enough to look like a woman who'd been outside more than once a month.


"Oooh, like, yeah, okay, I think I get it now," Giselle said as the video sent a shiver through her body. She arched her back in her computer chair and pushed her breasts forward. Her breasts popped out from her corset as the material of her clothing shifted from expensive leather to fabric that looked cheap but was possibly even pricier than what she normally wore. Everything black on Giselle's person was getting bleached white as well. Even the simple choker around her neck loosened and lost all pigment, while long strands of silvery-white, glittery pieces grew out from its front.


"Mmm." Giselle felt good, and she didn't know why. It must have been the video, right? She tapped her fingers on the table to the rhythm of the song. The woman's modest, violet-tinged fingernails grew longer as they lost their color. The taps were less rhythmic over time, like her brain couldn't process listening to the song and tapping along with it at the same time. It also grew more difficult as her nails went past the point of reasonable length and into straight vapid bimbo territory. When they were pure ivory in color they were nearly an inch long. 


Yet they still grew longer, and all of Giselle's body was also growing. Even her breasts, which inflated outward as they filled with pure silicone. It meant they no longer had a natural droop or teardrop shape to them. Instead her boobs looked perfectly spherical, and that roundness was accentuated as her waist pinched in. It was as if her torso had turned to clay and someone squeezed her midsection. It emphasized her tits a lot, just like her posture, and the skimpy clothing that her outfit was transformed into. She was looking to be little more than a woman who cared about her breasts, and as her brain fizzled and sparkled from the hypnotic subliminals in the video, that was a safe assumption to make about her.


Giselle's mouth hung open after a while, and a thin bead of drool slipped down the middle of her lower lip as it plumped up to be as thick as her thumb. The video just took all of her attention. Her hands were flat on the table as her brain was bombarded with the most gorgeous imagery she'd ever seen in her life. The two singers had been suddenly transformed into pinnacles of sexual deviancy. She was in awe at their gorgeous bodies. Their huge, full, obviously-fake titties. The massive mounds of perfect blonde hair. The long nails. The skimpy clothing.  The lack of any intelligence on their faces.

"Oh my gawd," Giselle gasped. At the sudden blast of bimbo energy into her head, the blonde spread from the base of her pigtails to nearly the tips in one fell swoop. Her breasts bulged out a few extra cup sizes in three seconds flat. Her hands flew up in shock at the amazing sight she witnessed, which made some of her two inch-long nails clack together in surprise. "This is, like, the best music video ever. I cannooooot believe how good this music is! Like, oh my gawsh. It's so good!"


Giselle's hand moved to the mouse in a delicate, mincy fashion, and clicked on the Like button for the video. That ensured it stayed in the trending tab for just a while more. Her doe eyes widened further as intense pleasurable sensations washed over her as her body was bimbofied further. It was not simple or basic, it was extreme. The hair ties on her pigtails burst off, and revealed that her blonde hair had grown significantly. The width was much poofier, which gave extra depth to her hair, and while it normally went down to the middle of Giselle's back, she now had enough hair to reach her cushioned butt.


"Ooooh, ooh!" Giselle's brain was too hypnotized to understand that anything was happening to her, but she still felt an enjoyment from her hair being styled into a fashionable updo. She gained height simply from her hair lifting itself up higher on her head into a pseudo-beehive. The locks then went down her back in bright blonde streaks, and tickled her bare back. Much of her clothing had stripped off from her bimbofication, replaced by what was slutty lingerie. Ones that were extremely tight against her swollen, tender breasts. Somehow her tits weren't done growing either. They swelled bit by bit more insistently into the skimpy, white, see-through bra, which tightened into her fat areolae.


The blonde's breath hitched and she groaned as bliss coursed through her entire body. She looked obscenely fake, especially with her massive hooters. They were each twice the size of her head, and stuck out so far from her chest that she was only barely able to touch her nipples. Which she did as she finally found the strength in her arms once again. She pulled her hands onto her expanded chest and ran her clacking nails down the firm, round expanse of each boob. The sensation made her shudder, and her voice gained a breathy lisp that grew more obvious with each passing fondle.


"Oh my gawd, yes, yes, yes!" Giselle's hands moved from tapping along the outside of her boobs and actually groped them. They were so outrageously heavy that her thin, sticklike arms could barely move them. The heavy implants inside made it a difficult task as well. Any guy who found his dick sandwiched between her fuck-pillows would find them a staggering mix of firm and soft. Soft enough to rub his cock to completion, and firm enough to rub them and make sure he couldn't get away until he'd climaxed all over her big, fat bimbo titties.


As her hands expertly massaged her huge hooters, the sheer, upper arm-length gloves that Giselle now wore rubbed against the sides of each breast. They were things, bedazzled with glitter so they shimmered in the light. Bracelets adorned each wrist and they jingled with each motion her arms made. The necklace around her neck looked extravagant and rich, like she'd been gifted it by a sugar daddy. It perfectly matched the teensy-tiny tiara on the top of her head, right in the middle of her massive pile of hair. It was such a thick hairdo that someone would need to reach a foot into its depth to just grab that empty head of hers.


"We'll ride into the night, your hand upon my thigh, wish you could read my mi-i-ind~" Giselle vapidly sang along with the lyrics to the song. Words that she hadn't been able to comprehend minutes ago were now crystal clear to her bimbofied head. A breeze could go right between her ears and not be blocked at all. It would only make the long, jingly earrings that dangled from each lobe move around. Gone were the plain studs she sometimes wore, replaced with gaudy jewelry all over. Giselle did not look like a goth at all, she was a certified trashy bimbo.


"Oooooh my gawd. This is, like, my new favorite song ever. I'm gonna listen to it again and and again again and again and so much it's so good I can't get enough. Touch my thigh and my titties and all that!" Giselle quickly tried to type out her comment into the video's comment thread to join the cacophony of joyful bimbos that had also been affected by its insidious nature. All over the world, ladies were transforming into giant-breasted, bleached-blonde bimbos obsessed with the music. It was hard to say if it was an intentional effect of the video, for sexual purposes or just as a way to get more views. Or, perhaps the two bimbos displayed in the video were so intense that one couldn't gaze upon their visage without being affected in some way.


After she'd made her comment, Giselle's hands went back to her breasts. They yearned for her touch. She swayed back and forth slightly in her chair as the video started up again. The initial parts were totally good, but she was waiting for that last minute to show up again. The tiny tiara on her head might have given the impression that she was some queen of bimbos, but she was just one of thousands that popped up all over. The true queens and rulers were right there on the screen. Their nails clacked together against one another, their huge juggies pushed into one another with barely any give, and they grinded against one another like the sluts they were.


"Mmnngh, yeahhh, I love, mmvngh, this video!" Giselle moaned as one of her hands went down to the skimpy white garter belt around her hips. The white fishnet leggings that went up her legs stretched as she spread her legs to make it easier for her to access her pussy. Even with her fingernails as long as they were, her dumb, ditzy brain knew how to pleasure herself. It would have to be the best she could do until she found a big, strapping man to plunge into her. Or, another hot bimbo just like her. That would be awesome as well. She didn't care. She'd do whatever the video wanted to do.


For the time being though, the video just wanted her to bask in her bimbo glory. So that's exactly what Giselle did. Her hands massaged her breasts and rubbed at her pussy as drool steadily leaked from her fat, swollen cocksucker lips. Occasionally she'd suck on a fingernail, whether to get something in her mouth or taste how delicious she was. But otherwise she was fine stuck in that trance, lazily rubbing herself all over like she had nothing better to do. Considering she'd only watched the video out of boredom to begin with, in a certain way, this could be thought of as an improvement to the way she spent her time. Right now she'd certainly agree.