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  From Bully

  To Bimbo

  The Bully and Brat Bundle

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2017 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

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  Contents

  From Bully to Bimbo

  The Magic Book

  The Invisible Trainer

  The Photo Shoot

  The Female Affair

  The Queen Bee

  From Brat to Bimbo

  The Professor’s Payback

  The Running Woman

  The Forbidden Crush

  The Cheer Squad

  The Head Brat

  Other Books You May Be Interested In

  From Bully to Bimbo

  The Magic Book

  When I went to high school I was always a target for bullying. In a socially important world which was ruled by the jocks and the cheerleaders somebody like me, a smart, quiet, nerd was at the bottom of the food chain.

  Luckily for me the jocks left me alone; they had other fish to fry. However their ignorance didn’t mean that I was completely safe from it because the other faction was happy to pick my bones. I was a slave to the bitchy cheerleaders.

  The popular girls, as they liked to be branded in society’s eye, used me as their little errand boy. I was to go and fetch them this, get them that, wait in line for them so that they could cut in later. Whenever I tried to escape they would swoop in and catch me.

  In high school I was weak and I was small, I basically fitted the definition of a nerd like some sort of caricature, it was no wonder I was such easy prey for them to order around.

  Sure some people would picture spending all their time surrounded by the hottest girls in the school as some sort of personal heaven. Maybe it would have been if they didn’t have the personalities of devils in human clothing.

  My school life was made a living hell by the bitch army who had hunted me down and kept me as their personal errand boy.

  By the time I reached university and had reached the grand figure of eighteen I no longer had to worry about being a slave to any demanding women. Now that I had moved schools I could escape the labels and mistakes of my past and make a fresh start.

  The passage of time had gifted me with a growth spurt at last which I made sure to make the most of, cutting time away from my nerdy pursuits onto working out to give myself a fitter, stronger body which would no longer be the target of bullying.

  I cut my long brown hair down into a short and cool style and I stopped wearing my glasses for contact lenses to remove the stigma from myself. I managed to transform myself from an easy target to a normal looking guy who would blend seamlessly into the masses.

  My plan seemed to be going brilliantly, no longer would I be the extra wheel who was just kept around to fetch snacks and do homework, I could pursue a normal and healthy school life.

  That was my plan anyway, a plan that slowly shattered as quickly as the thoughts entered my mind as I heard a female voice I recognized far too well calling to me from over the campus.

  “Hey isn’t that Derek?”

  Slowly I turned my eyes and found that my nightmare scenario was waiting for me. That pack of bitches who had bullied me had all came to the same university as me and even though I changed myself they could still spot me in the crowd. Even though I tried there was no way for me to escape from them.

  I may have changed my looks but things went back to the way they had been before. The five bitches claimed me as their property and got to work using me as their slave boy.

  They were still the same group of bullies who I had known back in high school.

  Tori was the lowest on the group totem pole, obviously still far above me, and was the errand girl when I wasn’t around. That should have given us a better understanding but instead she simply treated me harshly to get rid of her own frustrations and insecurities. She was still a bitch after all.

  Piper stood out with her bright red dyed hair. She mixed cheerleading with being a top swimmer, an all around great athlete. It was just a shame her personality didn’t live up.

  Tia was a stunning asian girl who spent her time as a part time model. She in fact did have the personality to live up to that. She was bossy, she was rude and she felt herself superior to others, especially me.

  Riley was the second in command and the classic yes girl. She brown nosed at all times and kept herself in good favor with the boss making her just as despicable as the head of command.

  Finally there was the queen bee, Nicole. She had been the top cheerleader back at school which positioned her as the head bitch. She was everything that was easy to hate. She was hot, she was rich and she was pampered, always getting what she wanted. Nicole even went as far as demanding no of the other girls could have their hair blonde like hers, that was how spoilt she was; and they all followed it too.

  Collectively the five had managed to make my school life hell and now they were on the warpath to do the same to me at university. It was just like old times and I hated those old times with a passion. I prayed for a way out, to finally giving them what they all had coming but that was just a dream, right?

  Not necessarily.

  Me and Tori were both in the library collecting books. Normally I’d be asked to do tasks alone but this was seen as something too big for me to be able to do by myself; how was I going to be able to get all the research material that five girls needed back alone? Naturally the bottom of their pecking order was sent to do it with me and she didn’t have any issues voicing her frustrations.

  “Why the hell do I have to spend my lunch in the library with you?” she complained yet again as we skimmed over the books on the shelves to try and find the ones which we needed. We’d already managed to collect a modest pile but we still needed some more to cover all the lessons and research needed.

  “Well I don’t want to be here either,” I replied weakly.

  “Shut up Derek, nobody cares what you want,” Tori being as harsh as usual, snapping at me with her venomous tongue.

  Tori was the one who liked me being around more than any of the others as it relieved her from her position as the errand girl into the pack but she didn’t show that appreciation through any sort of kindness and affection; I was practically her whipping boy.

  I found the book we’d been looking for on the shelf and pulled it out, showing the thick hardback to my work colleague.

  “Was this the one we wanted?”

  “About time you found it, put it on the pile with the others,” she snarled, enjoying the opportunity to boss me around.

  I did what I was asked, still chained up on their metaphorical leash, adding the book to the pile like a good servant. Even though my body had gotten much stronger to the point where I could overpower them if desired a school life under their control had left me mentally put in my place.

  “So what next?” I asked her as she was in position of the list of books we needed, and their locations.

  “The next book we need is…” she began to look over the sections before finally her eyes began to glance up the large bookshelf, “Urgh, it’s gonna be up there somewhere.”

  To fit all the books into the library the shelves had been made rather high, it was going to take more t
han just standing on my tiptoes to be able to reach up there.

  “I’ll go fetch a chair for you,” I told Tori before she snapped back at me.

  “I ain’t going up there doing all the hard work, besides you’ll probably use the chance to look up my skirt. You do it,” the girl pushing the note into my hands. I could only sigh beneath my breath, what a surprise I’d be the one doing the work.

  Grabbing a chair from close by I set it up at the bottom of the bookshelf and stood up, using it to position myself close to the top of the shelf. Still it was tricky to see the books properly, especially when my head was flicking from note to book.

  Slowly I was browsing over the books in return, trying to find the right one when little miss impatient called up to me.

  “Found it yet!?” she yelled up to me, causing me to turn and shush down to her.

  “It’s a library, you can’t raise your voice like that, I can hear you just fine.”

  “Just hurry up and find it, I don’t wanna be here all lunch.”

  Her complaints weren’t helping me concentrate but in a stroke of good fortune a second later I found the book we were looking for.

  “Found it,” I proclaimed happily, pulling on the book which switched the fortune from good to bad. As I pulled it out a second book came tumbling, striking me on the forehead which sent me tumbling down to the ground with a few more books falling down onto me for good measure.

  My landing wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be as something soft helped to cushion my fall. Unfortunately that softness was a bratty girl who exploded in rage as she pushed herself out from under me and the books which coated us.

  “You moron!” she screamed at me, “Look what you did! You aren’t going to get away with this you little shit. You got dust and crap all over my top. Do you know how much this cost!? If I’m lucky I’ll be able to wash it out. Don’t go anywhere and fix this crap up,” the fuming Tori storming off to clean her outfit off. Seriously I had a tumble and the only thing she was concerned about was wiping the white shreds of paper out of her clothing?

  I sat up, rubbing my head. Just what had came down and clattered me anyway? The answer was sitting on my lap, a book that looked different to any other book in the library. It looked ancient, a thick brown book with tacky golden trim and some sort of weird symbols burned into the leather covering.

  “What is this?” I groaned, still rubbing my temple as I flicked open the thick cover of the heavy book revealing a title far easier for me to read, “Magic book? What’s something like that doing here?”

  Despite having an interest in the fantasy worlds I didn’t believe in anything like magic, I was more of a science guy. Despite the book looking impressive I didn’t even begin to suspect that the book could possibly be the real deal. Not until what happened next anyway.

  Again I checked my head to make sure the metal corners of the book hadn’t left a gash on my forehead. It hurt but I couldn’t seem to find any cut or blood, still it ached below my rubbing fingertips.

  “That bitch,” I groaned to myself, “she didn’t even check to see if I was okay. Do I really have to go through all this again? I just wanna make them pay for what they’ve done.”

  As I said those words the book on my lap began to move by itself. The pages began to flick rapidly over my lap, the book swirling like magic until it spilled open on a certain page. What I’d just seen had left me speechless especially when I looked down to see where it had stopped.

  The page the book had opened itself onto was a page for body transformations. A small part of me was trying to tell myself what had just happened was a coincidence. However a large part of me, the part that was envisioning payback on all those bully bitches couldn’t help but wonder.

  Tori returned from her trip to the bathroom to wash up to find that the floor was still covered in books but I was nowhere to be found. Her face almost turned red with rage as she began to stomp a foot nice and hard into the ground.

  “Where the fuck is that brat!?” she hissed to herself. She was lucky we’d been book hunting at the very back of the library or she’d have been thrown out long ago.

  Her hands were trembling in frustration as she looked all around for me but couldn’t seem to spot me. It was no wonder why I was hiding behind the bookshelf behind her, peeking through the books to watch her. If I wanted to make sure that the spell book really was the real deal and it hadn’t just been a total coincidence I was going to have to test it.

  After a few moments of rage Tori began to gather up the collapsed books which gave me my time to strike. Slowly I began to chant the spell which was in the book, pointing a hand towards Tori, trying all the things I’d seen in movies and television shows.

  The transformation spell I was using was one that was directed towards growth and it was the growth of a very specific area I could see well. I was trying to make Tori’s ass swell up in size.

  I finished my incantation and quickly drilled my eyes into her backside hoping to watch the magic happen. Boy did it happen. Barely a second had gone by and a purple glow seemed to swirl around her ass as her rear began to notable increase in size.

  While Tori didn’t seem to notice anything I noticed her hips getting wider and her skirt being dragged upwards to accommodate the growth in her ass. My heart began to pound in excitement; it was real, it was really really real!

  Excited I repeated the same spell again and again. Each time it did just as expected and made her ass get even bigger. The first time I’d used the spell her perky but had grown big. The next time it got huge. Another time and it was absolutely obscene.

  Her skirt had ridden all the way up those cheeks, almost completing exposing her fat, magically expanded ass. Her hips were biggest I had ever seen in my whole life!

  Still Tori was unaware of what was going on as she balanced awkwardly on the chair I had left, her oversized ass swaying from side to side.

  “When did it get so cold?” I heard her complain to herself, her ass completely exposed to the air. I had to try out more.

  Looking through the book I found another spell I wanted to try out. Slowly I repeated the inscription on the page, attempting to cast another spell on Tori. This time I couldn’t see my work straight away but I knew it had worked when she squealed out.

  “Ah, what’s going o--” before she stumbled backwards off the chair and dropped down onto the floor.

  Panicked I rushed around back into view. I may have wanted some payback but I wasn’t a monster, I couldn’t watch a girl hurt herself and do nothing.

  When I reached her I was relieved she wasn’t hurt, luckily she’d landed on something big and soft to break her fall too; it was that magically expanded ass of hers.

  “Tori, you okay?” I asked her in some concern, feeling slightly guilty that I’d caused her to fall even if a small part of me was pleased the magic had worked.

  Sitting on her chest, stretching her top were a huge pair of breasts. She’d either seen them grow and fallen from the shock or she’d grown so big her bosom had pushed into the shelves and knocked her back.

  “Do I look okay!? Where did you go I said to… never mind that, something strange is happening to me, look!” Tori directing my attention towards her chest. She was so focused on showing me the strange occurrence with her tits she didn’t seem to notice that her ass was even bigger.

  I decided to play the fool, rubbing the back of my head with my free hand, the other holding the magic book into my chest, “What? Is something different?”

  “What do you mean is something different!?” she hissed at me, “Look at my breasts! They’re huge.”

  “They don’t look much bigger to me.”

  “No, no, they’re huge, how can you not see this!?”

  It was hard for me to contain my laughter as I moved in, rubbing a hand on her forehead, “Did you hit yourself when you fell? Maybe you’re seeing things.”

  She slapped my hand away, “Don’t touch me this is your fault fo
r leaving when I said to stay!”

  “Yeah this looks serious,” I said in my best deep concerned voice, “Wait right there, I’ll get you something to drink.”

  Quickly I fled the scene so I could finally giggle to myself in glee. It was amazing, she’d really transformed before my very eyes. As I got out of her line of sight I looked back at the magical book, my ticket to my payback on those bitches for all their bullying. Now I could plan my next line of attack; Tori wasn’t off the hook yet.

  I returned to the magically enhanced brunette with a plastic cup filled with water but didn’t reveal myself just yet. First I read out a new spell on the page my book had opened too, peeking around the corner to watch the change.

  This time the transformation wasn’t to her outfit, it was to her clothing. Her outfit had been modest, save for the way her black dress had ridden so high up her thighs. Her tits were completely covered by the top and the only skin they did show was on her shoulders. My spell changed that.