It's the end of the month, rent is going to be due, and I'm behind on bills. I'm fucked. It's hard to pay for the necessities when you're being pounded in your figurative ass by that domineering cunt Sallie Mae every month.
I'm scrolling through my Facebook feed on the bus on the way to my call center job (i couldn't afford my car payments on my current salary), an ad catches my eye.
"EARN $3000 in 2 weeks!" Whoa, that's more than I make in 2 months. Sounds too good to be true, but who knows? I start to think of all the things I can do with $3000. I tap the ad, look at the stock photos of 2 laughing women and read:
"Earn $3000 every two weeks by testing a new mediication. Must be a female between the ages of18-40, and a legal US Citizen. For more information, call 18002462647." I call, and set an appointment for after my shift.
Work takes forever, as all dead end jobs do, and I run out the door at 5 to my new appointment across town. I enter the research facility and sit in the waiting room for my turn. I pick up one of the brochures on the cheap ikea endtable. There's the standard pharmaceutical imagery: a bunch of laughing, smiling women, frolicking outdoors. A man on a weber grill, cooking hotdogs as a fair skinned black lady smiles next to him. From reading the copy on the inside of the brochure, it looks like they're testing a new, non habit forming anti depression drug and corresponding treatment. Interesting.
The nurse calls my name out. I stand up and follow her to a room where a panel of doctors interview me and then go over how the study works.
"This study is quite demanding. That is why the compensation is so high. You will be responsible for taking one of these pills every morning as soon as you wake up. You then have to report here in the evening, where we will administer a 2nd dosage and take your readings while you perform simple tasks. Does this sound like something you would like to participate in?" "When do we get paid?" "Good question. We have 2 options. In the first option, you will be compensated at the end of the first 2 weeks, and then if you qualify for additional testing, you will be compensated $4000 a month moving forward." "That sounds pretty good. What's the second option?" "In the 2nd option, you will be paid the full $3000 immediately. To ensure that you continue to report for the duration of the testing, we will assign a certified representative to stay with you for the first 2 weeks. They will be given a stipend, so you don't need to worry about any additional costs incurred. Since you will need to take the time off work if you choose this option, we will be giving an extra $1000 at the end of the 2 weeks. If you choose the 2nd option and you qualify after the initial 2 weeks, there are housing options available as well. Which one of these sounds better to you?"
I mull the options over in my head for a minute. Option 1 is less invasive, but I need the money ASAP. I get more money if I choose the 2nd option, but what if I get stuck w a weirdo? Eh, they can't be much weirder than some of the roommates I found of craigslist. But I need to take the time off work, and I know I don't have that many sick days or PTO left. Oh well, fuck that piece of shit job. I'll be making more money in 2 weeks of this than I do in 2 months at the other place. That's enough to look for jobs for sure.
"Option 2 sounds fantastic." "Excellent! We'll draw up the paperwork!"
I sign the paperwork without reading it of course, who has time for that? Once I've signed my life away, I am presented with a pink pill with a "B" stamped into it to take.
I take the pill without hesitation, and am escorted to a room made up like a kitchen. There are white cabinets, a functioning refrigerator, there's even a sink full of dirty dishes. Very realistic.
"Make yourself at home in here while we wait for your representative. They'll be here shortly. There is stuff to drink in the fridge of you're thirsty. The only thing that is necessary is for you to wash the dishes before you leave."
In this story I will be playing someone that is testing Bimbeazipan, a new medication that turns regular girls like me into bimbos. You will be playing the part of my "Certified Representative", a name that will change in short order, once I meet you.
I'm fully bi, so anyone is welcome to play. For you futa lovers out there, I'm into that as well. Whoever you are, just make it work with the prompt. I'm going to start this story as a fair skinned, nerdy, black girl with an afro. I'm barely a B cup, and have thick legs but a trim waist. In case the username didn't clue you in, I squirt, so please feel free to include that. However, one of the effects of Bimbeazipan is that it enlarges your butt, boobs, and lips.
I'm definitely into more of the long term thing, with each author's responses being multiple detailed paragraphs. I'm a busy gal, so I can't block out an hour or 2 to sit down and chat one sentence back and forth. Besides, you need to change my brain and my body. That's not going to happen in a day.
Kinklist: open to anything as long as it works in the plot, but obviously there should be some Bimboification, behavior modification, and body modification here.
Non kinks: poor character development, bad imagery, plotholes.
PM me with a detailed response and we'll go from there!
Submitted January 03, 2017 at 11:02PM by HalfricanSquirter http://ift.tt/2j5bXq1 dirtypenpals
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