Bimbo Syndrome (Sweetie Belle)

 

The look on her face was not reassuring.

 

The large man leaned in, "Tell us Doc, what's going on?"

 

For the past few months the concerned couple had noticed that their daughter, Sweetie Belle, had been struggling. She was having trouble concentrating and she would up and say the silliest things from time to time. Of course, if Sweetie's parents were completely honest with themselves, they had to admit that their youngest daughter had always been a little... spacey. Lately though, her ditziness had definitely been getting worse.

 

And then there were the growth spurts.

 

In just the last month Sweetie Belle had shot up three inches, and the only way they knew that was because her previous growth had been so noticeable that they had started measuring her regularly. Besides that, her face had lost much of its childish look and her gangly frame appeared as though it was starting to consider dropping the whole 'stringbean' look and stepping into something more 'curvy'.

 

As Pearl explained to their doctor, there was growing up fast and then there was Sweetie Belle was doing!

 

But the most troubling aspect of their little girl's changes were the boys. At first all she could talk about were the male members of her class, then her focus shifted to the older boys in higher grades. Pearl was a little worried about Sweetie's sudden obsession with the opposite sex but didn't really talk to her about it.

 

Then came the day when Magnum had gone to pick his daughter up from school and found her making out with a boy behind the schoolhouse.

 

Anyone who knew Magnum would have been mighty impressed that he hadn't throttled the amorous young man on the spot. When he asked Sweetie Belle point blank just what she thought she was doing with that young scoundrel, she had started crying.

 

Later, alone in her daughter's room, Pearl explained why nice girls didn't do those sorts of things with boys they barely knew. Sweetie admitted that she knew all that stuff already, but when she had gotten around Rumble (her opponent at tongue-hockey earlier) all of that stuff went strait out of her head. All she could really remember was how good everything had felt and nothing else seemed to register until suddenly her dad was there yelling at Rumble.

 

Worried about her little girl's mental state, Pearl gave Sweetie a hug (by this time her daughter was nearly as tall as she was) and told her to get some sleep.

 

The next morning the older woman knocked on Sweetie Belle's door and entered to see her daughter struggling to get her clothes on. She was shocked to find that, overnight, Sweetie had grown taller than her and that the B-cup bra the youth had on was completely overwhelmed by two large mounds of fresh young boob!

 

That was the last straw for Pearl, who arranged to see their doctor that very same day. Now their physician gave them her prognosis.

 

"First off, Sweetie Belle is healthy," she said.

 

"But?" Magnum prompted.

 

"The problem is that, in a way, she's almost too healthy. I'm afraid your daughter has Bimbo Syndrome."

 

Pearl gasped and clutched her husband's sleeve, "No! Not that!" Then she thought for a moment, "Wait, what's Bimbo Syndrome?"

 

"Well, you know what a bimbo is?" the couple nodded, "Bimbo Syndrome is a condition where a person, usually female, takes on the characteristics of, well, a bimbo." When she saw the incredulous looks on her client's faces she answered, "I know, it's not the most politically correct name, but the condition was named before the term became common slang. In fact, that's where the slang comes from."

 

"But what does it mean for my baby?" Pearl asked.

 

"Women who suffer from Bimbo Syndrome tend to mature pretty rapidly and their secondary sexual characteristics tend to be exaggerated as well."

 

"That's why Sweetie grew out of her clothes overnight?"

 

"Yes, although that's pretty fast even for this condition. There's also a mental component. Whenever she experiences, um, arousal her judgement will become somewhat impaired. It's not unlike being drunk. And in addition to that Bimbo Syndrome causes a dramatic increase in the sex drive of it's victims."

 

"Doc," Magnum sounded anguished, "Are you saying that our daughter has a disease that's turning her into a slut?"

 

"No, Mr. Magnum. Bimbo Syndrome is not a disease, per se. We actually don't know what causes it but it's not contagious. And there are many women all throughout Equestria who are afflicted by it to varying degrees and they live perfectly normal lives."

 

Pearl suddenly interrupted, "Is there anything we could have done?"

 

"You mean to have prevented it? No. There are a few warning signs. Girls who have blonde and especially pink colors in their hair are the most likely to experience the condition but there is no way that we know of to prevent it."

 

"So how to we help her?" Magnum asked.

 

"There are prescriptions that help to alleviate the judgement lapses and there are techniques for helping her to regain her focus. Believe it or not the most effective treatment is a tincture that dies the hair another color. That seems to work the best to neutralize the mental aspects. But a lot of women don't want to cover up their hair. Pink is a very fashionable color, after all."

 

"But that won't help with the growth spurts?"

 

"I'm afraid not Mrs. Pearl. Not all women who get the condition become very voluptuous but judging by Sweetie's growth patterns I'd say her case is one of the most severe I've ever heard of. You should be prepared for her to become very well developed in a short period of time. Will clothing be an issue?"

 

Pearl chuckled bitterly, "No, that's the one thing we WON'T have trouble with."

 

"I'm sorry Mr. Magnum, Mrs. Pearl. I wish I had better news for you. We'll get her started on Soberzine right away. That should help get her focus back in the next week or two."

 

"Thanks Doc," Magnum sighed.

 

The couple went to the waiting room where their increasingly gorgeous daughter was waiting for them.

 

"What did the doctor say?" the perky girl asked.

 

"Sweetie," her mother began, "When we get home we need to have a long chat."

 

"What about?"

 

"I need to explain the birds and the bees to you."

 

"Bird's? Bees? Ha ha! But Mom, why do I need to know about them? I'm not gonna become a farmer."

 

The young airhead's parents just sighed.

 

They had a long road ahead.