Bimbo Levelling - Ch. 01

Beatrice was tired, inside and out. She was divorced, her kids had flown the nest and her body looked even older than she was at 56- she'd never taken much time to care for herself and she felt it in her bones. She had never been very pretty- she'd gotten married after accidentally being knocked up by her first boyfriend at an age far too young- but now she was withered to boot.

She was sitting in a dimly lit waiting room on a Friday evening for a clinic she never remembered existing on the floor above a convenience store. They'd put some leaflet under her door about a trial for "revolutionary de-aging program." Beatrice wasn't stupid, but she wasn't exactly savvy either, and out of desperation she felt she had to try. Now she was feeling a bit nervous.

A young, fit looking male doctor approached her out of a doorway and said her name- she smiled, and he came to shake her hand- and that's when the memories faded.

She woke up, in her own bed, alone. Morning light was streaming in. Dazed, she looked around- it was clear she herself had gotten home and got into her granny-like nightie but she had no recollection. There was also something off... A big electronic-looking panel floated in front of her, like a VR heads-up display she'd seen when her grandson had tried to get her to play Superhot VR. Beatrice instinctively touched her face to see if she was wearing any strange headset or glasses, but all she found was that she gave herself a light slap.

The display said this:

"Welcome to the Stimulated New Age trial. As you have been briefed, your body should now be in a near-100% accurate state that it was when you were in your 20s. This includes inside and out- any signs of aging have been reversed. The only caveat is that we do not yet have the technology to reintroduce the ability to become pregnant as of Trial Beta 12."

Beatrice looked down at herself and she noticed that she wasn't wrinkly anymore, her hands smooth, and nothing ached in that subtle way she had just grown to live with. She let out a gasp and smiled, before looking up at the display again- still hovering above her.

"As your doctor will have told you, unfortunately there is a catch. For reasons unknown but thoroughly documented, your body will revert to its original state permanently after 1 day, unless the following is performed daily: one sexual act with a unique person whicy involves the expulsion of semen."

Beatrice frowned to herself. What the fuck?! This was like some perv's dream version of a fairy tail. She was surely having a nightmare.

"Definitions included:

Sexual act: anything that involves the person expelling semen. The semen must make contact with your body either externally or internally. Penetration does not have to be involved.

Unique person: the person you extract semen from has to be one that you have never collected semen from in the duration of the trial. Repeated encounters will not work."

Beatrice was dismayed. What had she agreed to? She hadn't had sex in years, she had given up having anything inside her other than her trusty dildo over a decade ago. She was beginning to panic a bit. Okay, she thought, take this one step at a time. Let's get out of bed and look in the mirror.

Staring back at her was her 20-year old self. A plain face, shoulder length brown hair, no wrinkles. She stripped off her nightie- her body was the same, smooth, lean, with a flat chest and a booty not even worth talking about. Unremarkable, but YOUNG. She felt a little giddy running her hands over her young body. She caught herself smiling as her hands cupped her tiny a-cup tits.

She didn't want to give it up. She knew she had work to do.

Beatrice looked up online the easiest way to have a hookup- she thought about the bar but it was still 10am and she knew there wouldn't be hot studs there right now, and she was feeling antsy. She found a dating app and downloaded it, feeling quite out of the loop. She filled in her profile, naming herself "Beau," putting her age as 20 and noting that she was looking for hot action, and took an alluring photo of herself with her breasts pushed up by an ancient bra she found at the back of the cupboard she hadn't worn in years.

She had only just finished her profile when she saw multiple people had already "liked" her. How bizarre. She started swiping, nervous but excited, rejecting a couple of men that said they desperately wanted children but finally matching with a tall man that was "looking for fun" called Joe.

Joe: "Are you real? Lol"

Beau: "Of course I'm real, why?"

Joe: "most girls as pretty as you wanting hot action are bots"

Beau: "Honestly I don't even know what a bot is. But I promise you I'm real and I'm desperate."

Beatrice looked around her room- it was categorically somewhere an old person lived, not a 20 year old.

Beau: "Can you host?"

Joe: "yeah but are you actually serious? this isn't a prank or anything right?"

Beau: "I can meet you somewhere public if you're nervous. You're free now, yes?"

Joe: "fuck alright. worth a gamble. meet me in Silver Park in 30 mins?"

Beau: "It's a date."

Beatrice scampered around, finding her most youthful outfit- a baggy tshirt and some jean shorts she'd always thought were on the short side- "This is what youths wear nowadays, right?" and sat on her bed almost shaking until it was time to leave.

She saw Joe from a mile away and lightly skipped towards him, energy buzzing from adrenaline. "Hey," Beatrice said.

"Beau, right? Err, nice to meet you." He stammered, which Beatrice thought was funny- he didn't look like the kind of guy that stammered.

"Yes. Wanna get out of here?" Beatrice smiled, her shaky voice betraying her. They started walking to assumedly Joe's place.

"So what makes you want a quick fuck?"

"Can't a girl want a cock every now and then?" Beatrice blushed at her own vulgarity- although it felt right, in her new body.

"I suppose." Joe said, as if deep in thought.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes before arriving. It was a university student accomodation flat, but it was dead quiet. "No one's in," Joe explained.

Beatrice let him lead her to his bedroom and when she entered she flung off her t-shirt, revealing her bare nipples- she'd forgone the bra. She could already see Joe's cock hard in his jeans. She stepped closer and Joe similarly tossed his own shirt aside. He wasn't athletic, but he had a body Beatrice liked. She knew she should probably step forward and help him out of his jeans, but she was feeling especially shaky and settled for taking off her own jean shorts and panties in one fell swoop. Joe awkwardly stripped his own jeans off, and they were naked, staring at each other. Well, Beatrice's eyes drifted down to the big, hard cock- bigger than her ex husband's, which was the only one she'd ever had inside her.

Beatrice plopped down on the bed and spread her legs. "So, shall we have sex?"

Joe stared. "You want foreplay or anything..?"

Beatrice looked a little puzzled. Her ex had never asked anything like that. "No, you can just stick it in. I'm here for the big stuff, big boy." She felt immediately embarrassed at what she'd said as soon as it left her mouth.

Joe went for a condom. "Hey, don't bother," Beatrice said. "I'm on, uhh, contraceptive. It's all good." Joe looked concerned for a second but his horny mind overrode any fears of STIs. He grabbed some cherry-scented lube instead and rubbed some on his cock.

He almost pounced on her, and slid his cock in. Beatrice stifled a scream- even with the lube it was painful not having warmed up- but eventually with Joe's gentle thrusts she got used to it. She started to moan softly. Joe got faster, treating her sounds as permisson.

His cock filled her pussy, and she gripped the bedcovers- it didn't feel entirely unpleasant. Joe pounded her faster and rougher. She looked up, only just realising her eyes had been closed the entire time, and saw his eyes staring at her little tits. She pushed them together with her hands to make some cleavage. He got faster. She thought he must like that.

Just as a good feeling started to build in her, Joe started panting and grunting more, and he got faster and faster, until suddenly he stopped. Beatrice felt his cum shooting inside her- she panted a little too.

"Did... Did you cum?" Joe asked a little nervously.

"Mmm... Yeah." Beatrice lied. She didn't want to destroy what little ego he had.

"Oh. Good. I didn't really... realise." Joe said. He slid his cock out and Beatrice could feel cum dripping out her pussy.

"Oh I just normally have to keep it quiet because of roommates, so I don't make a lot of noise." She was proud of that quick lie. She didn't know where it had come from.

"Oh right. Yeah, I get you. Annoying, right?" Joe laughed.

Beatrice made a fairly swift unapologetic exit, lying about afternoon classes she had to go to. She wouldn't see Joe again, even if she told him she'd message. She couldn't use him again. She didn't even clean up, opting to put her panties on over her creampied pussy. They were damp when she got home.

On the walk back she thought about what she'd done. How so not-Beatrice it was. She felt guilty, both for doing what she'd done and for the fact she was definitely going to ghost Joe. She tried to argue with herself internally that she only felt guilty because of societal standards imposed by the patriarchy but she couldn't get rid of the feeling completely. What she tried to focus on was how amazing it had felt that Joe saw her as a young woman, saw her as someone worth paying attention to in the bedroom. She smiled thinking about this.

As soon as she sat on her bed, the heads-up display appeared suddenly.

"Congratulations on your first conquest. As a beginning gift, we have awarded you three points to spend instead of the usual one. We have also selected a handful of skills you can unlock that will be helpful for a beginner."

Points? Skills? What the fuck? This felt eerily like some game or manga her grandkid had tried telling her about one time.

"You have also earnt one achievement: Creampie 1, awarded for your first creampie. This has unlocked the skill, Vagina Sensitivity 1."

The skills came up in a new window:

- Infection Protection: become immune to all sexually transmitted diseases.

- Familiar Camouflage: all people who knew you before your transformation will recognise you and not notice any changes, despite your new body.

- Sex Drive Upgrade Level 1: your base level of sexual energy will be increased, you will desire sex more often and stronger.

- Vagina Sensitivity 1: your vagina will be more sensitive, and it will be easier to orgasm.

- Body part enhancement: Choose for more detailed options.

Beatrice was bewildered. At least this whole thing was thought out- she was worried it was all some weird hoax. But these couldn't be true, could they? All the skills cost one point. She could buy three. But she knew she needed to know whether they actually worked before just assuming they did. She expanded Body part enhancement, with her mind, she wasn't sure how.

- Face

- Breasts

- Buttocks and legs

Ahh yes. The three elements of a woman. She rolled her eyes. And yet she'd ALWAYS wanted bigger boobs. Her ex had thought it was stupid to get enhancements. Maybe this was the perfect test.

She only had to think and it was already selected. "Are you sure?" a window popped up, testing her. She selected yes.

A tingling went through her chest and she felt a subtle weight being added- as well as a noticeable size increase. Her boobs were no longer tiny perky things that could be entirely ignored without a bra- they were little round b-cups. Not substantial yet, but... it was real... and this was only level one.

Fuck. She'd have to buy new bras.

Beatrice went back and decided that, since it so clearly worked, she needed the important stuff. Infection Protection was obviously next, and Familiar Camouflage was definitely necessary for work. She didn't feel anything wash over her for these, but she had confidence they'd work.

She kept thinking about the other upgrades as she went about her day. They sounded almost necessary to keep this whole thing up. She was, in all honesty, dreading the next day and the prospect of sourcing another stranger's cock- maybe she should have got the sex drive upgrade- but this body was her second chance at a life she never had; a second life where she wasn't tied down to a man that didn't love her for nearly 40 years. And she liked this body- with a few more enhancements like she'd just got, she might grow to love it.