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The Bimbo Beauty Salon Trap - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-06-10 08:00:08 +0000 UTCChapter 1: The Beauty Salon Trap
Carl had always trusted Barbara. She was charismatic, confident, and owned a salon that he thought was charming. He loved how she pampered him, taking care of his long, brown hair with gentle touches and expensive products. But that afternoon, everything would be different, even if he had no idea.
Barbara had seen the messages between Carl and Lily, his college classmate. Just an innocent conversation about a project — but for Barbara, it was enough to spark her rage and thirst for revenge.
In the salon, she created a relaxing atmosphere: soft lights, aromatic candles, and calm music filling the air. Before he even sat down, she gently took his hand and positioned him in front of a mirror.
— Look at yourself in the mirror, darling — she said, with a sweet-looking smile. — When I’m done, you’re going to be a new man.
Carl let out a short laugh, thinking it was just a game.
— A new man? What’s my sweetheart plotting now? — he asked in a playful tone, never suspecting what she was truly planning.
— Just kidding — she replied, her eyes flickering with an expression he couldn’t read. — Now sit down, relax… today is going to be special.
Carl settled into the leather chair, still smiling, completely unaware of what awaited him.
— Today’s going to be special — she said, handing him a cup of warm tea. — Drink it all, love. You’re going to relax like never before.
He drank slowly, soon feeling his body heavy and his head light. Barbara began washing his hair, firm circular motions sending warm water down the long, brown strands. Carl sighed, enjoying her gentle touch.
As he started to doze off, Barbara wasted no time. She grabbed a brush and carefully applied the bleach. The creamy texture coated each strand, turning the brown to white. She watched the time carefully — she wanted the bleach to work until all the natural color was stripped away, leaving only a pale base, like a blank canvas.
While the bleach worked, Barbara picked up a syringe filled with hyaluronic acid, the same product she used on clients who wanted plumper lips. She carefully slid the needle into the contour of his lips, injecting the filler at strategic points. Each application made a soft pop, but Carl, deeply sedated and completely relaxed, barely stirred.
When she finished, she looked at the result but wasn’t satisfied. She wanted more. She wanted lips that were ridiculously large — something that would catch anyone’s eye. So she kept going, injection after injection, until his lips were huge and disfigured. The result was ridiculous, strange, and vulgar — exactly what she wanted.
When the bleach had done its work, Barbara rinsed each section of hair carefully. The warm water washed away the excess, leaving Carl’s hair an almost white blonde. But it wasn’t the final color — she was just getting started.
She mixed up a platinum blonde dye until it was creamy and smooth. Working meticulously, she applied the dye strand by strand, pulling the hair back firmly to cover every bit from root to tip. She moved the brush slowly, making sure the color soaked in. When she was done, she wrapped his head in a plastic cap and let it sit.
While the dye worked, she turned to his hands. She picked up the long, sharp fake nails, painted a bright, glossy pink. She glued each one with industrial-strength glue that couldn’t be removed. When she finished, Carl’s hands looked like they belonged to an exaggerated, provocative woman.
She washed his hair again, rinsing out the dye to reveal the perfect platinum blonde: almost white, but with a surreal golden sheen. She grabbed the blonde extensions she had prepared — long, silky strands in the same tone. She attached each piece with surgical precision, starting at the nape and working her way up, making sure they were secure and natural-looking. The hair now fell all the way to his shins, turning what had once been modest hair into a waterfall of shimmering strands.
With the extensions in place, she divided the hair into large sections and started winding each one into medium-sized rollers. She twisted each section slowly, tightening the rollers until they were perfectly aligned. She pinned them down with bobby pins, creating a firm, controlled structure. Only after everything was dry would she reveal the big, sultry waves she wanted.
While the hair dried, Barbara moved on to the final touch: the permanent makeup. She prepared the vibrating needles loaded with black and red pigments. Her strokes were precise — she drew a thick, dramatic eyeliner and outlined his swollen lips with a vivid red that would never wash away. Each stroke of the needle was permanent. But Carl slept on, sunk deep in the heavy sleep from the tea.
When she was done, she stepped back to admire her work. But she wasn’t finished yet. She pulled out a set of girly pink clothes: a short, tight top, and a matching miniskirt. She dressed Carl carefully, topping it off with long white socks decorated with pink bows and sky-high pink platform heels. She adjusted every detail with a patience that was almost loving — like she was preparing him for a show.
When she had everything perfect, she gave him a small pinch, calling his name until he woke up.
Barbara stepped closer, her smile satisfied. — There — she said softly. — Now you have a look that suits you.
Carl blinked, confused, his voice muffled and nasal. His huge, swollen lips made it hard to even close his mouth.
— Wha… what’s… hap… pening? — he mumbled, struggling to speak around the oversized lips.
— Do you like your new self? — she asked, her voice sweet and poisonous.
He tried to bring his hands to his face, but the long nails tapped clumsily against his huge lips, slipping off.
— Wh… what… do you… mean?— he stammered, every word coming out strange and muffled.
— I just gave you a look that fits your little life of cheating, you traitor — Barbara said calmly, like she was sharing a simple fact.
— Traitor? Wh… what… are you… talking about? I… I never… cheated… on you! — he cried out, his voice shaking with fear and effort.
She raised an eyebrow, letting out a quiet laugh.
— And what about that girl, Lily? You weren’t planning to meet up with her? I can’t wait to see her reaction when she sees you like this.
Carl’s eyes went wide. — Lily… she’s… just a… classmate! We… we had… to work… on a… project… — he gasped, fighting with every word.
— O-ops — Barbara said, pretending to be surprised. — Too late now, darling.
He tried to stand, but his feet wouldn’t cooperate. The shoes Barbara had chosen were so tall and sloped that only the tips of his toes touched the ground. Each step felt impossible. He tried to rip off the fake nails, to scrub away the makeup, but nothing came off. The heels wobbled under him, nearly toppling him every time he moved.
Then his gaze fell on the large mirror beside him. He froze, knees shaking and buckling under the impossible height of the shoes. His legs bent awkwardly as he struggled to balance. Staring back at him was someone he barely recognized: enormous, puffy red lips that dominated his face, a thick and dramatic eyeliner that made his eyes look wide and almost doll-like, and hair so long, wavy and pale that it looked like a stripper’s wig in some cheap show. The short pink skirt and clingy top, making every inch of him feel foreign, humiliating, and intensely feminine.
Carl’s breath hitched, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
— Th-this… this… can’t… be… me… — he mumbled, every word forced through his swollen lips, the sounds muffled and nasal.
— Take this… this off… you… crazy… bitch! — he shouted next, his voice cracking and breathless, tears welling in his eyes.
Barbara just smiled, proud of her masterpiece.
— Sorry, dear… this is permanent — she whispered, delighting in it.
Carl’s eyes went wide in horror, the words hitting him like a slap.
— P-permanent? All… all of… this… permanent? Y-you… you… you… psycho! — he whimpered, his voice breaking and trembling.
The tears finally spilled over as he turned to run. His legs wobbled dangerously in the towering heels, the skirt bouncing and the long, heavy hair whipping around his shoulders. He stumbled, almost fell, but forced himself to keep moving. He fled the salon in a clumsy, panicked run — sobbing, with every step a reminder of the transformation he would never escape — while Barbara stayed behind, savoring the revenge she had finally achieved.
>>>>>>>>>I hope you liked it! I still have three more chapters planned for this story, and I’m using it as a test for my first “hentai book” to see if you enjoy this kind of idea.
It was definitely a challenge to pick the best images for this chapter, but I tried to focus on the permanent modifications.
I also hope the big lips I drew turned out well, because it was such a huge challenge to draw them<<<<<<<<<<<<
Comments
Yuki-chan1156
I'm glad you liked it ^^ Yes, Chapter 3 will be entirely focused on xxx scenes. I hope it turns out good, I’m planning to make more hentai books in the future.
mrG4bka
In my country, this kind of mouth is commonly called algae eaters. If this is supposed to be hentai, can we count on xxx scenes? Good job anyway.
Yuki-chan1156
I'm glad you liked it ^^
ToolongGirlyhair
Cute long haired gurl
