PAYBACK
...learn what it's like to walk in someone else's shoes

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Table of Contents

1. The Bimbo
2. The Letter
3. The Ticket

A Word From the Breastman

Thanks for tuning in to my newest story, Payback. This is my fifth story for the archive, and I hope it lives up to my previous four. It's quite a short little story, and you'll be able to finish it in under 10 minutes.

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Chapter I: The Bimbo

The first day of college was an instant problem for me.Ý Here I am, trying to study and be a good student, and I get pared up with this complete slut of a roommate.Ý I'd be surprised if she could even spell 'slut' or 'bimbo' for that matter.Ý Can you believe it, her name was even 'Candi'.Ý She had long blonde hair of course, a trim body and breasts that just screamed implants.Ý I couldn't believe I'd have to room with this bitch.Ý How did she even get into college?Ý Oh, never mind.Ý I know how.Ý She fucked the admissions officer, of course.Ý It was either that or else the government decided to declare bimbos a minority and they were getting affirmative action now.Ý God, how I hated that bitch.Ý She walked in and the first thing she said was, 'Hi, I'm Candi.Ý I guess we'll be roommates this year.Ý Nice to meet you.'Ý She was already acting like the whole world liked her.Ý I couldn't believe it.Ý She automatically assumed that she was just the queen of the fucking world.

She even got a boyfriend the first day of school.Ý This girl doesn't give one rat's ass about doing work.Ý I got her back, though.Ý I went over to her bed and removed half the bed boards from her bed.Ý Sure enough, when she was fucking that stupid hulk, the boards broke and they fell straight through the bed.Ý I wish I had been there to see it.Ý I would have been laughing for hours.Ý There was only one problem.Ý She wasn't as stupid as I thought.Ý The next day when we were both waking up, she said, 'I don't understand why you hate me so much!Ý What did I do to you?Ý Why do I deserve all this hate?Ý Why me?Ý You should have requested a single room if you didn't want a roommate?'

I couldn't believe she could accuse me like that.Ý I told her, 'Don't blame me for your problems.Ý I don't hate you.Ý I don't understand why you are accusing me of these things!'

Then, of all things, she put a scowl on her face and told me the bad news.Ý 'Listen, bitch.Ý I'm not as stupid as you think I am.Ý And I'm certainly not a bimbo.Ý You took one look at me and you started hating me.Ý Just because I have a boyfriend, a great body, and a name that you don't like, you, all of a sudden, figure that you have the right to be an ass to me.Ý Well, I'm telling you that you don't.Ý Removing those bed boards wasn't funny.Ý And before you try and act all innocent, I'll save you the trouble.Ý I'm a witch.Ý The minute I saw you, I knew you didn't like me.Ý I just didn't think you'd do anything to me.Ý I didn't think you hated me with such a passion.Ý I've been nothing but kind to you.Ý I haven't even spoken anything to you.Ý You just get off on being a complete bitch to me.Ý I would have left you alone, but I won't let you act on your hate.Ý I don't care what you think about me, but you have no right to sabotage my relationship or my life.Ý I'm going to teach you a lesson.Ý Oh, and while you are going though this, just remember this: I don't hate you.Ý I hate the prejudice that you and society put on a person like me.Ý You saw my body, my name, and my boyfriend and you immediacy thought I was nothing but a fuck bunny.Ý Well, you're wrong.Ý Now I'm going to show you how it feels.Ý Lets see if you can exist in a society than hates and discriminates against people like me.Ý I wonder if you'll be able to even exert a bit of respect with a body like mine.Ý We'll find out soon.'

Chapter II: The Letter

With that, my roommate waved her hands around and she disappeared in a puff of smoke.Ý In fact, the whole room disappeared in a puff of smoke.Ý It was either that or else I just got transported to a different room or something.Ý I looked around and I saw that the room was quite different.Ý I was sitting at a chair by a desk.Ý I looked on the desk and there was a note written.Ý It read:

Dear Bambi,

Don't stop reading. ÝI mean you.Ý Yes, you there reading this.Ý Your new name is Bambi.Ý You'll soon notice that everyone has known you as Bambi for all your life.Ý Check your wallet, your driver's license, and your birth certificate.Ý You are now little miss Bambi.Ý That isn't the only thing that'll change though.Ý Stop reading this for a second and look down.ÝÝ I said stop and look down now!

At that point I felt a slight tingling throughout my body.Ý I looked down, trying to ascertain what the hell this letter was talking about.Ý Unfortunately for me, I found that out real soon.Ý My breasts swelled up like the fucking Goodyear blimp.Ý I went from a nice respectable B-cup to at least a D.Ý At this point, I turned back and started reading again.

I'm sure you noticed your breasts, but check your hair too.Ý Yup, its blonde.Ý I'd like to see you get through the day now without having people assume things about a blonde named Bambi who has nice big D-cup tits.Ý You'll find that it is harder than you think.

I couldn't believe this.Ý This was bullshit.Ý This little Candi bitch was punishing me because I just played a little joke on her.Ý She thinks she's all oppressed or something!Ý I'd like to teach her a lesson again.Ý Blonde bimbos aren't oppressed in our society, if anything, they're admired.Ý I continued reading.

Oh, you think it's so easy, eh?Ý We'll see.Ý I'm not saying I'm oppressed.Ý I'm saying that people have predetermined misconceptions about people like me.Ý That is the essence of discrimination.Ý And if you want to show me a lesson, here's your opportunity.Ý If you can make it through the day without people thinking of you as a little bimbo or fuck bunny, I'll return you to normal.Ý It won't be easy for you, I guarantee.Ý The rules work like this...Ý I'll be setting up little situations for you throughout the day.Ý There'll be two ways to complete the test.Ý One is by using your intellect.Ý The other is by using your body.Ý We'll see how easy it is for you to convince people that your brain is bigger than your boobs.Ý Just to make things more interesting, each time you use your brain, I'll make your body a little less bimboesque.Ý Each time you use your body, I'll make your body more suited to the task.Ý The people around you won't notice the changes, but you certainly will.Ý We'll see how people respond to you.Ý I'd like to see a D-cup chick be taken seriously at college.Ý No one took me seriously and I've had practice.Ý Lets see how much better you are.

Now I like a challenge, especially intellectual ones.Ý I'm an honors student with a big fat four point oh.Ý I can easily pass this bitch's challenge.Ý Then I'll prove to her that blonde bimbos are only treated like blonde bimbos if they act that way.Ý I felt kind of disgusting in this body, but as long as she didn't hamper my intellect, I'd be fine.Ý After all, I was quoting Shakespeare in fourth grade.Ý I'd like to see what challenges this little witch can come up with.Ý I looked back at the paper.

Sure, you're confident now, but we'll see how you do.Ý Your first challenge is to have a conversation with Jeremy Morgan.Ý He is across the wing in room 235.Ý Just go in there and ask to borrow a calculator.Ý Then, strike up a conversation.Ý If he manages to think about what you are saying, more than he thinks about your breast size, you'll win round one.

Now this was totally unfair.Ý Everyone knew Jeremy Morgan was a complete porno freak.Ý I mean, rumor had it that if they recycled his stack of pornos, the entire rainforest could be saved.Ý How could she expect me to have a conversation with this pervert?Ý Besides, how could I tell if he was thinking about breasts or my conversation?Ý I looked back at the note.

Don't worry.Ý You'll know.Ý It is a fair test.Ý Jeremy has had intellectual conversations with many women about politics and philosophy.Ý He just happens to like big-titted women as well.Ý Let's see how well you do.

I went across the hall and knocked on that pervert's door.Ý It didn't help that my shirt showed off a bit of cleavage, but when he opened the door, the first thing he did is look straight into my tits.Ý We only made eye contact afterwards.Ý I asked if I could borrow a calculator and he let me in his room.Ý Looking at the posters on his wall, I could tell that everything that was said about him was true.Ý On the wall was a poster of a woman with the biggest tits I'd ever seen.Ý I couldn't imagine how they even stayed up long enough to get the picture.Ý They looked completely disgusting.Ý They looked so fake, as if someone glued them on to the girl.Ý I couldn't believe anyone would let their body be subjected to that kind of mutilation.Ý Anyway, Jeremy handed me the calculator and he told me, 'Bring it back when you're done, doll.'

What the fuck was this?Ý Where did he get off calling me 'doll?'Ý I let him know how I felt.Ý I said, 'The name's Bambi, not doll.'Ý I almost messed up and used my real name, but I caught myself.

'Oh, come on, hun.Ý I'm just bein' nice.Ý I'm doing you a favor.Ý Keep the PMS in your own room.'Ý What an ass!Ý Could you believe this?Ý He didn't respect me a bit.Ý The worst thing was, right as I thought about how he didn't respect me, something awful happened.Ý I felt the tingling again and my breasts pushed out a bit more.Ý My hair even got a bit longer.Ý I felt a bit thinner, too.Ý Luckily for me, Jeremy didn't seem to notice.Ý Or if he did, he didn't say anything.Ý I walked out of the room, feeling defeated.Ý I guess the note did say I'd turn into more of a bimbo if I failed.Ý I guess I failed here.

I headed out with the calculator and Jeremy said, 'See ya later cupcakes.'Ý That just pissed me off.Ý I walked right back into his room and slapped that calculator back on his desk.Ý I told him that I wanted nothing to do with a sexist asshole.Ý He turned to me and said, 'Don't get all PC on me, babe.Ý I've never met anyone like you who cared about shit like that.'Ý That pissed me off even more.Ý I asked him just who someone like me was.Ý I told him I was a respectable woman who didn't like being treated like a sex object.Ý I couldn't help but notice him staring into my cleavage as I said that.Ý Jeremy continued looking at my breasts, saying, 'Look, hun, I don't know much about you, but I know your kind.Ý You're nothing but tits and ass.Ý Don't pretend to be all intellectual.Ý No one is buying it.'

I felt defeated.Ý I had no idea that this prick was this rude to people.Ý Oh well, I lost the battle, but the war had just started.Ý I'm not about to give up this easily.Ý Walking back into my room, I noticed that Candi was standing there.Ý I asked her, 'So what, you've come to gloat or something?'

'In a sense,' she replied, smiling a stupid bimbo grin.Ý 'I've come to give you your next challenge, Miss F-Cup.'Ý Had they really grown that much?Ý I looked at them for the first time since I felt the tingling, and sure enough they were bigger.Ý 'So, how do they look,' she asked me in a tone deep with sarcasm.

'Oh, they're quite nice,' I told her, making sure to give an obvious 'I hate you' type fake smile.Ý I'd succeed in whatever she gave me next.Ý I just needed a bit more practice.Ý No way will I let her defeat me again this time.

'Very well, I'm glad you're so happy with them.Ý By the end of the day, I'm sure they'll be much larger.Ý Your next task is a bit harder.Ý I know you failed with Jeremy, so I'm sure you'll fail here too.Ý I want you to take your car and drive right past the speed trap on Main Street going twenty miles over the speed limit.Ý Then, I want you to get out of the ticket by talking the officer out of it.Ý If he lets you go because if your good looks, you fail.Ý If he lets you off because you convinced him with your words, you win.Ý If you get the ticket and can't convince him to let you off at all, you get a penalty and it will count as two losses.'

'Oh, come on!Ý That isn't fair at all.Ý Cops are a bunch of sexist assholes.Ý The only reason they'd let me off is if I gave one of 'em a blow job.'

'Don't whine, Bambi.Ý You'll do fine.Ý After all, you're an intelligent girl, right?'Ý I snagged my keys and walked out of the room in disgust.Ý It would be pretty difficult to win the pig over with just some nice chit-chat, but I'd certainly give it my best.Ý In fact, I just got a great idea.Ý I knew how to get off.Ý Don't you just love it when ideas just come to you like that?

Chapter III: The Ticket

I got in my Mustang and drove down main going thirty miles over the speed limit.Ý Sure enough, the sirens went on and there were flashing lights behind me.Ý I found a place to pull over and prepared my license and registration.Ý The cop strolled over to my car with an arrogant 'I got you' look on his face that was clearly visible from my side mirror.Ý I rolled down my window and he gave me the standard, 'May I see your license and registration, ma'am?'

I complied and handed over the goods.Ý Sure enough, from his elevated position, he was looking straight down into my cleavage.Ý He took my information and wrote out a ticket.Ý 'Ma'am, you were going thirty miles over the speed limit.Ý That's a misdemeanor.Ý It's called exhibition of speed.Ý Because you've been polite, I'm only going to write it down as twenty four over, so you don't have to face criminal charges.

'Um, sir,' I said, acting as humble as possible.Ý 'Perhaps I could, say, put something in your left hand that, oh, made you forget about that ticket in your left hand.Ý If you had, oh perhaps, sixty dollars in your left hand, you might be able to just kind of, say, lose the ticket, right?

It was then that the bastard scowled at me and said, 'Step out of the vehicle ma'am.'

I guess he wanted more money, so I said, 'Ok, let's not get hostile.Ý A hundred bucks.Ý How's that?'

'Ma'am, I'm not going to repeat myself again.Ý Step out of the car now.'Ý I got out of the car like he asked and he proceeded to write the ticket, but not before lecturing me that he should have taken me to jail for attempting to bribe an officer.Ý I knew I was in for a lecture by Miss Witch back on campus.Ý Going back to my room, I noticed that my body was yet again remolding itself into an exaggerated Barbie-doll form.Ý Each step I took, my breasts seemed to swell out even further, while my waist narrowed.Ý I was beginning to look like one of those freaky bug-eyed busty anime characters that so many of those losers in high school liked.Ý I didn't know what I was going to do.Ý A few more losses and I'd look like a bubbly bimbo.

'Actually, you already look like a bubbly bimbo,' the witch said as I entered my room.Ý I asked her how much longer this whole breast growing this was going to continue.Ý She told me that since I managed to get the ticket it would be a double loss and that I'd only undergone one penalty so far.Ý Sure enough, my breasts jutted out once more and my waist constricted again.

'Oh, now that isn't fair!Ý How can you expect me to pass your tests with my breasts the size of Jupiter's moons?'

'Oh, stop being so melodramatic.Ý Your tits are only the size of a couple of volleyballs.Ý You're fine.Ý If you'd win at my challenges, this wouldn't be a problem.Ý I told you that each time you win you're restored more and more to your normal state.Ý Since you keep losing, you keep turning into someone's wet dream.Ý It isn't my fault that society is prejudiced.Ý Its your fault.Ý You and all the others who assume things about people without first knowing them.Ý You thought you could have a body like that while still commanding respect as a person.Ý I think its fair to say that now you know what we supposed 'bimbos' have to go through.Ý We get no respect.'

'Ok, look here.Ý I think we've proved that you're right and I'm wrong.Ý I lost.Ý I give up.'

'Ah ha!Ý So, finally you admit it.Ý It's good to see that you've changed.Ý I never want to see you discriminating against anyone ever again.Ý Agreed?'

I agreed with her and asked if she could turn me back.Ý Well, she sort of did.Ý I went back to my old life and no one knew me as Bambi anymore.Ý I still had the problem of this exaggerated body, though.Ý Although I kind of like it.Ý Sure, it causes me problems, but I've learned to live with my two new best friends.Ý Candi even promised me that if someone treated me real bad, she'd come back and teach them a lesson about respect.Ý So, even though I've learned to live with this body and learned to command some respect out of people, I'm sure I'll have some trouble in the future.Ý After all, next semester I'm taking women's studies.Ý I hate to generalize, but I'm pretty afraid of what some of those man-hating lesbian chicks are gonna do when they see me, the virtual wet dream of most guys.Ý Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait and see.

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