Park Games: Bimbo Stories

The sun bathed the park in a warm, yellow glow as it scattered its final rays across the earth. Brett squinted to read as the failing light quickly became insufficient. He often stopped in the park to read. As a senior, he was let out of school at noon rather than with the others who were still held to three. But Brett had no where to be and nothing to do. Occasionally, others in his class would stop in the park as well, but they gave him the same wide berth they’d given him throughout high school. He’d come to appreciate his irrelevance through neutrality.

For years, he’d been the target of scorn and derision as he dared to be different than the others. His parents told him bullies acted out because they were deeply unhappy. Brett came to believe this particular lie was a misguided effort to make their son feel better about himself. Brett knew enough about his peers to see they all shared a certain level of unhappiness, but those who bullied him were no worse off than anyone else. Instead, Brett believed their animosity towards him was meant to display dominance in a misguided attempt at impressing. He considered this a more civilized assessment of the bully problem.

Once senior year started, whatever reasons existed to make Brett’s life miserable seemed to disappear. Instead of being shoved in lockers and mocked openly in the lunch room, Brett had been ignored. At first, he thought this was only a blessing. He could walk through the halls of the school in peace without fear of someone slapping the back of his head or tripping him. As the year went on, he strangely missed the attention the bullies once gave him. At least with someone beating him up, someone was paying attention to him. By Christmas, he felt like a ghost, haunting his old school and watching as others lived out their lives while he kept on in the same routine. He was not alone in this feeling, but blinded once again by the self centered mind of youth, he did not realize that even his bullies felt as though they stood on the cusp of either fading away or being born again.

Laughter roused Brett from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw a group approaching. At first, he thought they were walking directly at him, but then realized they instead headed to the pair of picnic tables several yards away on the hill. He peered at them over the top of his book as he tried to sink back into the tree he leaned against. If he was lucky, they wouldn’t notice him tucked under the shadow of the tree. If he was unlucky they’d notice him after a while and accuse him of creeping around. He considered slipping away before they reached him, but he froze when he recognized the girl at the lead of the group. Tess.

Years earlier, Tess and Brett lived on the same street. Brett remembered having a crush on her from the moment he realized what a crush was. They spent hours together reading comic books and talking feverishly about their wildest ideas. Their summers were spent riding bikes up and down the street until their mothers called them home. Tess grew up worshiping the old Hollywood culture, and Brett remembered her dragging him downtown to watch an old movie at the theater. It bored Brett to tears, but Tess’s eyes worshiped the screen with rapt attention. Ever the fool, Brett believed nothing would ever come between the two idealistic youths. Puberty laughed in his face.

The eclectic girl turned into a beautiful young woman with high aspirations and no time for the weird boy down the street. As they passed their eighteenth birthdays, Brett still read his comic books while Tess had gone on to be the head cheerleader dating the quarterback. The cliches were lost on Brett, who couldn’t believe anyone else in the world had experienced the same sense of loss he had gone through when she abandoned him to be popular. In the intervening years, Tess had never been unkind to Brett, but she never went out of her way for him either. In fact, her one attempt to do him a kindness had relegated him into the purgatory of irrelevance. She quietly asked her boyfriend, Zach, to stop picking on him. Zach passed on the opportunity once, and all of his cohort followed. Because of Tess, Brett was finally left alone. He did not know she did him this kindness, and she did not know how much he hated the unknown person for wishing him into irrelevance.

Tess ascended the hill with Zach close behind her. He chased at her playfully, trying to grab the young woman’s bottom while they both giggled. Brett knew nothing of Zach outside of what was loudly proclaimed around the school day in and day out. He was handsome in a youthful way with an athletic build and broad smile. Brett tried not to dislike Zach any more particularly than his other tormentors, but found a special envy of the other young man’s life with Tess. Behind the two lovebirds were their hangons, Kyle and Cindy. Kyle and Zach had enjoyed the same childhood kinship that Tess and Brett had, but the did not part ways as they shared a keen interest in being obnoxious. Brett did know Cindy a little better as she occasionally talked to him in classes they shared. She was sweet girl with a pretty, albeit slightly plain, face. Were it not for her insistence of being around Tess all the time, she could have enjoyed her own shrine of popularity. Brett did not know whether or not Cindy and Tess considered themselves friends or rivals, but he knew the forlorn look on Cindy’s face day in and day out. She mooned over Zach in any free moment and cast dark looks at Tess whenever the other girl was not looking.

The quartet of social royalty made their way quickly to the picnic tables as Brett slunk back into the shadows. He watched them enviously as they lounged around the benches, openly flirting with one another. Brett couldn’t discern any purpose to their presence other than being together and away from the world. The longer he watched, the more he dreaded the inevitable moment they noticed him. He would be drug out from his nook and shamed as a pervert or something. Perhaps Tess would defend him and offer him a kind word. Maybe in that moment she would realize how much of herself she had given away for popularity and recant her ways to be with Brett.

His bizarre fantasies distracted him with potential happiness for a while, but soon the self awareness returned. He was as far from those four as he could ever be. Ruefully, he turned back to his book, hoping to finish a chapter before the light abandoned him entirely. As his eyes moved away from Tess’s exquisite form, he noticed a peculiar shadow at another tree. If he had not looked directly at it, he would have looked right by it. Initially, the shape struck him as wrong. The light moved around it in a way that should have been impossible. As Brett peered at the shape, he started to feel as though something was staring back.

Unceremoniously, the troop of popular people decided they were needed elsewhere. The sun was almost down, and, having satisfied their need for solitude, they now needed to find someone to impress. Brett noticed them leaving, but kept his eyes trained on the shadow by the tree. He thought something might lunge out and chase after them, but nothing changed until Brett was alone on the hill with the thing in the shadows. A chill spread over his body as it dawned on Brett that he’d remained behind. He packed his things while moving as little as possible, but as he started to stand, a shape emerged from the spot he’d been watching.

It was a man, by most measures. He was tall and spindly. Dressed in an old suit with a bowler hat topping his head, he strolled forward as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. His movements betrayed that notion. Brett thought it looked like frames were missing from his motion. The occasional jerk or snap of a limb forward filled Brett with dread as the stranger neared. Long fingers reached into the man’s jacket pocket and pulled out a book. He flicked through the pages for a moment before looking up and staring directly at Brett. “You can come out now.” The man’s voice was old and filled with rasping air.

Brett stepped forward on trembling knees, unsure of what to do. Curiosity motivated him where bravery could not. “Who are you?”

“Thaddeus. And this is yours.” The man handed Brett the book.

Turning it over in his hands, Brett had the bizarre sensation that he was holding something he’d held before, or that he would hold it, or that he was still holding it. Touching the book made him remember things that couldn’t have happened yet. He saw himself older, in a dark room, talking with the man who stood before him. He realized the old tome he held was a copy of the same book in his bag. Opening the cover, he saw his name on the inside flap, identical to the one he’d been reading moments before. “How can…how is this possible?”

Thaddeus swelled up with a deep breath. His black eyes glittered like wriggling beetles as he peered over a crooked nose at the young man. “One day, I borrowed the book from you. One day, I returned it. I did not promise it would be in the proper order. I do not like owing favors, and I have come to repay it. I do not know if this is the act that lets you find me in the then, but it is my only course in the now.”

Brett started to hear the animosity in the strange man’s voice. “What does that mean? Are you going to…hurt me?”

Thaddeus looked at Brett with a mingling contempt and impatience. “No. I am going to give you a gift beyond measure.” The man’s hand reached out with a snap and grabbed hold of Brett’s arm. Brett felt a shock rush through his body. Thaddeus released him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Observe.” Thaddeus gestured to the sky. The pale hues of purple and twilight pink brightened. The sun rose in the west casting its warm light once again on the hilltop. Brett soon heard a discombobulated chatter as Tess, Zach, and the others walked backwards up the hill. All around him things reversed at a steady pace until the moment when Tess first sat on the picnic table. Everything froze. Brett nervously moved in a still world while Thaddeus looked into the distance with black eyes. “Listen carefully. In an infinite universe, anything is a possible outcome of every single choice. Shake someone’s hand, and a thousand years later, empires fall. Humans make their choices in ignorance of these outcomes. My gift to you is the power to determine your own trajectory, to pluck at the strands of Fate for a few moments. In this reality, Cindy is a demur, love sick puppy, but in another she is a brazen hussy, ready to do anything with anyone. Zach is a jock, as you would call it, but in an infinite number of other realities he is a sissy, or a nerd, or a huge cock wearing Neanderthal. And Tess. A universe exists in which she fell in love with you. Another universe exists where she is your willing slave.”

“I don’t understand,” Brett murmured as he turned the book over in his hand again and again. “You’re saying I can visit these other realities?”

Thaddeus sighed. “No. I’m saying that all versions exist of all things. Up until now your consciousness,” a long bony finger jabbed into Brett’s temple, “this version of you in your head now has been confined to this line. I have turned back the clock here and given you the power to meld your line into one of your choosing. It won’t be conscious. Think of what you want, and it will come to pass. Go over and announce that Kyle has always been a cock hungry slut with a bald pussy, and it will happen. Before your eyes, you will see the young man transform. What he was will cease to be, and what he is will become what he always has been. Inter-reality time melding is complex, but you don’t have to understand it. You might see a bit of lag as the paradoxes resolve themselves. Dizziness, cries of outrage or disgust, that sort of thing, but it passes quickly. It is a great gift. Enjoy it.”

“So this is like some kind of hero’s reward thing from the books I read. It’s the deus ex machina at the end of the great battle that solves all the hero’s problems.” Brett mumbled his thoughts while focusing on the electric feeling going through his body. “What if I change something that I don’t mean to?”

Thaddeus’s face split into a wide grin. “In the end, we get what we most desire, whether we intended it or not. Listen to your heart, as they say. You have until the sun sets. After that, the path you’ve chosen will follow you through your whole life. Until we meet again.”

The strange man started to walk away, but Brett stopped him. “The version of me that gave you this book. Was he happy with his choices?”

Thaddeus laughed. “Causal loops do not interest me. I met the you then when I was in a tight spot. He helped, and I now return the favor. Goodbye.”

Thaddeus took several steps before vanishing in thin air. Brett blinked twice at the vacant space before the world started up again. Laughter filled the air, and he turned to look at the picnic table. Unsure of what he would do, he started over towards his once friend.

The conversation stopped as Brett stepped closer to the foursome. One by one they looked at him, the young men glared, and the young women gave soft looks imploring Brett to rethink his choices. “The fuck do you want, nerd?” Zach barked.

“What’re you doing up here? Were you over there the whole time?” Kyle added.

Cindy, sensing the change in mood, joined in, “Oh my god, were you like, watching us?”

Zach bristled as he stood. “Is she right? Have you been hiding behind a tree watching us like some kind of fucking creeper?” All the while, Brett watched Tess, waiting for her reaction. As Zach stood to confront him, she looked away.

In his mind, Brett struggled for years to rationalize the desires of his heart with the desires of his hormones. Tess was not simply a young love lost, but also the hottest piece of ass Brett had ever seen in person. He clung to the memories of their shared interests as buoys to dreams of a life together, but those memories were adrift in a sea of carnal desires. Zach took steps toward him. He raised his hand and said calmly, “Stop.”

Zach’s body went rigid. Confusion swept over them all, and Tess returned her attention to the confrontation. “What the fuck did you do to me you little shit?”

A thrill coursed through his body. He’d not doubted for an instant that Thaddeus’s promise would hold true, after all the man had turned back the sun, but it was exciting nonetheless to speak and be obeyed. The power went to his head immediately, and he thought of more extreme commands.

Seeing his friend suddenly paralyzed, Kyle foolishly thought to take up the task of putting Brett in his place. He hopped off of the picnic table and lunged at Brett. After dodging nimbly out of the way, he wondered how he moved so quickly. I imagined myself doing it, and it happened. In an infinite number of universes, there are infinite scenarios where I easily avoid that lunge. I think I’m starting to understand this. As Kyle whirled around, Brett thought back to what Thaddeus had suggested. “Kyle is actually Kylie. Kylie is a slut who is aching for cock any way that she can get it. She’ll fuck anyone she can find at any time. She likes girls too. She’s an expert at both sucking dick and licking pussy. As much as she wants to go around and screw every single person she meets, she’s loyal to her friends, only fucking them. Kylie’s got big tits and loves to show them off. And a big soft ass that you can pull apart and shove your dick in any time because she loves anal too.” Brett spoke with a giddy effervescence as his mind flashed with new memories.

Kyle’s face contorted in half a laugh and half a sneer. “This kid is talking some kind of fucking nonsense.” Kyle rocked as though an unseen force slammed into him. His eyes widened in confusion, and the changes began. His blonde hair lengthened rapidly from the crew cut to shoulder length curls. His clothes peeled away as his body morphed to what Brett had described. Breasts grew out from a smooth, athletic chest to hang like a pair of heavy udders from Kyle’s chest. His lower half changed simultaneously. His pants vanished as a voluptuous hips and a bald pussy appeared, the sunlight shining through to illuminate the new beauty. As the changes finished, Kylie gasped. “Oh gosh, did I ditz out again guys? Hey how come I’m naked and the rest of you aren’t? Not that I mind, but it sure would be nice to have a pussy or cock to play with.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Cindy blurted. “What the fuck just happened? Where’s Kyle? Where’s….wait. No, that’s not right. How can I remember her? Oh god, at my birthday party. Kylie got me a strap-on so that I could fuck her with it. That’s not who we are. That’s not who I am.” She looked at Brett with fear and anger. “What have you done?”

“Oh, Cindy, you were always nice to me. So I think you should get what you always wanted.” He turned to look at Zach who was still rooted in place. “Zach, ever the jock, is a brutish lug as dumb as a rock, but good for one thing. He’s still a big, strong guy with lots of muscles and few brains. He makes up for conversation with his big dick. In fact, he has such a big dick and balls that he has to walk around bowlegged all the time. Like Kylie he’s got the urge to fuck anything with a wet spot, but his favorite thing to fuck is Cindy. He loves her more than anything else and wants to spend all of his time with his fat dick inside of her. Out of devotion, he obeys her every word. Though he loves to fuck other women, he can only cum if Cindy lets him.”

Once again, Brett’s words were made manifest as reality warped around them. From the infinite was plucked the version of Zach that Brett had described. The once slim, tone muscles of the high school quarterback bulged with new girth. His shoulders hunched forward and he spread his legs out as his balls swelled to the size of grapefruits. A fourteen inch cock slapped against his leg as his pecs swelled up like bloated balloons. Even his brow became more pronounced. The look of dumb confusion on his face passed when he recognized Cindy. He shambled over to her as she recoiled. Brett continued, “Cindy loved her pet Zach as much as anything in the world. Seeing as how he was equipped to cum for her alone, she had the body to make it worth it. Pristine white skin with big, milky tits highlighted by a scattering of blue veins. She had a bald pussy too that was always wet and ready to be fucked. In fact, she gets so horny that she has to cum at least once an hour or she’ll go crazy. So she’s always playing with herself in public. Oh, that goes for all three of you. You have no shame and will fuck and suck in front of anyone so long as it doesn’t get you arrested. And Cindy has red hair, not brown.”

The words fell like dumbbells on the ground. Cindy’s body grew slightly larger as it accommodated Brett’s vision. For a moment, he wondered if it was him that was transcending different realities or if he was snatching the others out of theirs. As Cindy’s clothes vanished and her fat breasts spilled into view, he forgot about the metaphysical questions. Even with the preoccupation with his temporary power, he couldn’t deny the sight of Cindy and Kylie writhing against one another. Kylie’s hands aggressively explored Cindy’s body as the changes finalized. Cindy leaned back, biting her lips as Kylie’s fingers pushed into an already wet pussy. Zach stood a few inches away watching dumbly as his enormous cock strained upwards against nothing but air. Cindy saw her prize mate and beckoned him over. The precum oozing from the tip of Zach’s fat cock quickly added to the flowing lubrication of Cindy’s enhanced pussy. Kylie facilitated the natural joining by grabbing the cock by its root and guiding it into Cindy’s waiting cunt. All three of them sighed in content as the massive cock slid easily inside.

Leaving the three to their carnal rutting, Brett turned his attention to Tess. She’d sat quietly through the decrees, not understanding what was happening, but also not wanting to attract attention to herself. She knew her turn would come. “Brett, wait, before you say anything else. I want you to know that I regret it. I regret leaving you behind. I should have been your friend all those years.”

A wave of pride swelled up in Brett’s chest followed quickly by doubt. That confession is exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Had she done it willingly or had he already conjured up a version of Tess that felt that way. “No,” he hissed. “I don’t believe you. I can’t believe you now. You were always so eager to give up your friends to go with what works for you. Just a whore for attention, why not be a whore for me? Look at what I’ve done to them. Or look at what they choose to be. That’s what they wanted to be in a different life. What about what I wanted to be? Every man could use a bigger cock, maybe not freakish big like Zach over there, but a nice thick, long dick that my future wife will adore. A little more muscle and extra stamina. This is like a character sheet so why not. Let’s say I was always rich with max strength and max agility.” He felt the ripple move through his body as it changed. A new feeling of strength coursed through his limbs, but his attention went to the surge in his cock. His clothes vanished, and he admired his new length with a slow stroke while looking at Tess.

“And now for you. Since I can’t ever trust this version of you or whatever version of you this is, I want the version of you that’s the most fun to play with. The version with big round tits that you love to shove in my face. I want the version that’s always hungry for my cock and my cock alone. You worship it. You’re fucking gagging for it all the time. Let’s fill out that ass of yours a little too. I want something to hold on to while I shove my cock in your butt. Of course, I want you to be happy too. Having my cock inside of you, your pussy or your ass or your moth, makes you have instant mini orgasms. You always cum when I cum, and you can cum when I command you to. Now come over her and bend over.”

The new Tess rose off the bench. Her body filled out exactly as Brett imagined. Her breasts were fuller and hung from her chest like perfect teardrops. Her hips swayed as she walked over to him, the sun framing her perfect body. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips before turning around and bending over. Brett had never had sex before and expected something similar to what he’d felt during masturbation, but as his cock slid into the wet slit of the girl he’d lusted after for years, his mind seared in pleasure. It took all his power to not cum immediately as she slid back against his length. Off to the side, the others. Cindy had ordered Zach to lie on his back on the bench while Kylie rode him like a stallion. Not to be left out, Cindy had sat on Zach’s face, treating her lover to the taste of his own cum leaking out of her. The visual and the feeling of Tess’s tight walls combined with his hands groping her full ass pushed him over the edge. In a quick thought, he decided he could only get girls pregnant if he wanted to. In the next second, he was exploding inside of her. Tess moaned and squeezed her new tits as her own orgasm rocked through her body. Looking over to the others, Kylie’s shuddering form indicated Zach was pumping her full of cum as well.

Brett couldn’t believe it, but his cock didn’t soften at all. “Get on your knees,” he said and Tess complied. A glob of his cum dripped from the tip of his dick as she settled in position before the object of all her desires. “You love the taste of my cum and you start to crave it after going too long without it. Now blow me.” Her lips immediately wrapped around his length, licking clean every drop of his delicious cum, moaning all the while. Brett’s head lolled back as he enjoyed the feeling of her hot mouth cleaning him. Pressure started to build up again quickly and before he knew it, a fresh batch of cum was shooting down Tess’s throat. He looked down at her happy eyes as she swallowed his load. “Good girl. I think we’re going to have a wonderful life together.”

He looked around him and suddenly felt wrong. He couldn’t live with two lives in his head. Even with three eager pussies to shove his cock in at any time, he would still be distracted by the knowledge of what had been. He thought carefully and then said, “I do not remember how this came to be. To me, it was always this way. But many years from now, I will find the old man and lend him a book.”

As soon as the words left his lips, the sun slipped behind the horizon. Brett looked down at his bimbo girlfriend. Happily, he pulled her mouth off his cock and led her over to the bench. He sat her on the edge and spread her legs wide. She greedily pulled him forward as he slid inside of her. Brett couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a willing slut as his girlfriend. Or that he had two other girls desperate to fuck him whenever they could. Or that his best friend was a lumbering ox who did whatever he was told. As he started to fuck Tess, he thought ahead to what they would do that night. Grab something to eat, maybe hit the comic book store, and then head over to his mansion to have another orgy. Maybe he could even convince some other girls to join them. He always had a way with women.