When Twilight Sparkle read the bimbo book, it released powerful Bimbo energy, leaking throughout the entire multiverse. It affected one Lelouch Lamperouge, who after forming a contract with the immortal witch C.C. Gained an ocular power known as Geass. Geass differs from every person once acquired. Lelouch’s power is known as the “Geass of Absolute Obedience” with it he can compel anyone to do whatever he asked, with a few limitations that is. The Bimbo energies that affected Twilight Sparkle reached out into the multiverse latched onto his Geass like a moth to a flame, seeing the amazing potential that his or should I say her eyes can do.

	While traditionally, the bimbo magic usually stuck to “same genders” Females became Bimbos while Males became himbos. However, there is an extremely rare chance that the magic can be “inverted” with males becoming bimbos and vice-versa, and it is notable that Lelouch is too slender to be male, and looks damn good in a dress. That the bimbo magic saw fit to give him a body that is worthy to be the best slutty bimbo the magic can mould.

	While the power of her Geass hasn’t changed much, it still compels obedience, but it now has a new power, those affected by her geass now slowly but surely become bimbos or himbos, depending on the gender that is. The length of time varies of course, but with intercourse it speeds the transformation up. And as with bimbo magic in the MLP verse, any transformation will be retroactive, meaning everyone will behave as if they always had it. Everyone now remembers Lelouch or Lulu as always been a promiscuous lady with a high libido and a penchant for domination, sexually that is.
	Lulu’s desire for revenge for his mother’s death and Brittannia’s destruction hasn’t changed mostly, but she lives for breaking them down, giving them one last night of pleasure, before shooting  them between the eyes.
	Offering titjobs, sexual favors as rewards and punishments for failures, with a crack of Lulu’s whip, she ensures that you will obey her any wish, with or without geass.


Lelouch rubbed his forehead with an obvious look of frustration on his face. The strange tingle in his eye had been getting worse and worse with each passing moment. At first, he would have claimed it as stress. Having Kallen show up at the club was not part of his plan. But it simply wasn't just stress, it was something else nagging at him. His whole body felt flushed as he stepped out of the shower. Even the hot water hadn't helped his ache at all. The young man stepped over to the fogged-up mirror and wiped away enough to see his reflection. His geass-infected red eye stared back at him, pulsating like a speaker with too much bass.

"Guh," Lelouch muttered, clasping his eye. Between his fingers, the reflection of his eye kept twitching, slowly but surely changing to a lighter shade of red. As Lelouch continued to look at his reflection, more was wrong than just that. He watched in horror as his dark black locks of hair grew down past his ears, like a cascading waterfall of hair. As he gasped to catch his breath, a hot force clenched his throat and squeezed it. His hand shot up to clutch at his neck, feeling his own hand slimming with every passing second.

"Ghk, what's, guh, happening!" Lelouch's voice finally returned to him as the sensation in his throat faded away. He removed his hand, his fingers slender and manicured, to show a complete lack of a bulge in his throat. His voice a few octaves higher, but still husky. "I need to get help," he said to himself, reaching down to grab at his clothes. As soon as his hands grasped the clothing beneath him, his eyes widened as they began shifting in his grasp.

"Wha…" Lelouch's voice once more caught in his throat as a huge burst of pleasure shot through his body, knocking him into the sink. He couldn't help but let out a staggered laugh, arousal seeping into his voice as his chest thrust forward against his will. A flat, malnourished chest began pushing out with each passing second, bouncing more vigorously as his laughing turned into a vapid giggle.

"Oh god, this feels, so… goood…" Lelouch groaned, clutching the edge of the sink as the changes continued to ripple through his body. He looked once more at his reflection in the mirror, his features narrowed and feminine. Shock gave way to curiosity which was rapidly getting whittled down into acceptance. Each ripple of pleasure that coursed through his body changed Lelouch's thoughts about what was occuring to him. His fingernails rubbed up against a softer cheek before running down to examine his swelling lips. Each kisser was quickly inflating, the lips taking on a darker hue as his nails extended bit by bit. Lelouch's body arched further as his breasts truly became tits and surpassed any woman he knew in size.

"More," he muttered to himself, licking his thicker suckers and bringing both hands down to cup at his bosom before it became too unwieldy to lift. A crack resonated through the bathroom as his waist narrowed, squeezed like a wrestler grabbing a toothpaste tube. His hips flared out excessively, thighs plumping up like logs of dough. Lelouch's entire body shifted more, from his scalp to his toes, accepting the transformation. The ripple of energy that coursed through his geass determined to change the student down to the core.

Lelouch was so obsessed with the new, amazing breasts attached to his torso, that he didn't even notice the steady shifting of gender taking place between his thighs. A chuckle ran through his softer lips as his boobs went past realistic size, and began to make porn sizes look small in comparison. At the same time, his thighs were gaining more flesh and musculature than he'd ever had in his lift. His limbs looked like he could smash a brick with a firm step, and yet caress a baby hummingbird safely between his soft, delicate-looking thighs.

"Ahhh yes!" Lelouch cried out, feeling the tiniest bit of manhood remaining slipping away as she threw her hair back, the gorgeous locks of ebony still growing even as they went past her rump. Giggling to herself with a confidence Lelouch had never shown in public, the new woman reached down to her shifted clothes and began shoving her thick, curvaceous body into them.

Lelouch's old clothes hadn't contained a bra of sorts, so neither did the new outfit she held between her two-inch nails. There was little more than a pink thong that slid up her rump and stayed safely wedged between her monstrous ass cheeks and the delicate cleft of her soft, moist slit. Everything Lelouch did to pamper herself felt perfect, and right, even as her tits continued to cascade outward like someone had overfilled a muffin tin.

Lelouch had to bend down carefully to pull up the dark blue leggings that had changed from her uniform. The ceiling was now a foot closer to her head than it had been when she originally went into the shower. By the time she put her heels on, she was practically bumping into it thanks to the four-inch wedges.

"Damn I look good," Lelouch said to herself, staring at her full reflection with smoky purple eyeshadow coating her gaze. Plump, dark cocksuckers blew a kiss to the mirror as she swished her floor-trailing hair behind her. "Too good," she said, running hands down her birthing hips and back up to her chest. She had to make sure the strings keeping her tatas contained looked as symmetrical as they could be. Even with the magic having transformed her clothing to better suit her new figure, there was simply no clever way of concealing knockers that went down to her waist. If one looked carefully, Lelouch's areolae picked out through the sheer fabric that made up her new uniform.

"Mm…" Lelouch ran her thumb across her lower lip and licked it twice before sucking it dry, pulling it out and giving a light tug of her collar. The only bit of her uniform that gave the barest indication that once walked in this body had been male moments ago. But now she was better, hotter, sexier. It wasn't just the body, either. As she stared at herself, she imagined a new rule. A new power. A new plan.

Why kill her enemies when it was so much more satisfying to have them licking at her heels? Why try and trick the faculty and students of Ashford Academy when she could just coerce them with promises of titjobs for rewards and whipping sessions for punishments? Why let herself be the only woman with a figure this outrageous? There were dozens, if not hundreds of people that needed to experience this bliss. One in particular should be getting out of the shower now. Maybe Kallen had more use than Lelouch originally thought…