A Dagger Pointed

I sat across from Mom on the the dimly lit patio of La Bella Vita, the Italian place she picked for dinner. Although any passerby would find it hard to believe we were the same species let alone related.

She looked like she had walked into a plastic surgery and had asked for one of everything while I looked diminutive by comparison. Sweater vest two sizes to big for me, letting me disappear into it at will. Although I could be stark naked and no one would see me in her presence. I might as well have been the wallpaper compared to her.

This of course was just a recent development. A nightmarish one at that. Only a few months ago she was my loving and caring mother who wore each of her 44 years with pride, who never gave a second thought to her appearance. But that was before she found the spell.

Word count: 2470

CW: bimbofication, mtf transformation, femdom, femsub, hypnosis, mind control, corruption

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Mark adjusted his collar as he stepped through the softly lit entrance of the restaurant. The place was nicer than he remembered — too nice for a casual catch-up. Strings of golden light curled along the ceiling, casting a warm haze that didn’t quite reach the pit in his stomach.

He still wasn’t sure why Nicole had invited him here.

They had broken up nearly six months ago. Cleanly, he thought, as far as breakups went. And he had moved on — Cindy was sweet, grounded, exactly what he needed. So why did the message from Nicole stir something in him? Some vague curiosity. Some ghost of a flicker.

“Just dinner,” she had texted. “Like old times.”

He scanned the room and spotted her already seated by the window. Her blonde hair shimmered under the low lighting, and she wore that knowing smile he hadn’t seen since the night they’d ended things.

Mark inhaled. Perhaps she just wanted to be friends again, even though the black dress and accentuated cleavage suggested a different intent.

Still, perhaps he had misinterpreted things. Nicole had always been a sensual woman.

"Hello, Nicole," he said as he approached her table.

Nicole’s mouth curved into a grin as Mark approached, her deep-sea eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. He sat down opposite her, the low lighting of the restaurant casting shadows on the table between them. "Hello Mark," Nicole purred. "You look good."

His skin flushed with her compliment as she leaned closer, revealing even more of the creamy expanse between her breasts; ample, firm swells rose against the neckline of her dress. "It's good to see you," Nicole whispered as her hand stretched across the table and rested atop his own. The warmth of her touch radiated through him, stirring that ghost inside once more.

Mark cleared his throat. "How are you," he asked, withdrawing his hand to his lap before it could turn to pudding.

She quirked her head coyly, a long strand of shimmering hair spilling down her back. “Well, I’ve missed seeing you. It’s nice we could do this.” Her voice was low and silky. It was always her voice that had ensnared him.

"Yes." His throat felt dry. Nicole obviously wanted something more from this. "But, Nicole, you know it's over, right? We weren't good for each other," he reminded her. He needed her to hear that. "And Cindy —"

"Cindy, yes," she replied with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "But, you know, old habits can be fun," she added, licking her lips slowly as she slid back her chair and crossed her legs.

He frowned, looking down at the table in discomfort. It had been so easy with her, and she’d been the most intense lover in his life, but some things mattered more. A sigh carried his frustration.

"I mean it, Nicole. We can be friends. But no more," he answered, his words heavy and resolute.

"Friends? Mm," her smile was playful and sweet, yet something about it disquieted him. Like a mask had slipped on. Like nothing of depth had really been invited to this meal. It only made Mark tense further.

Nicole’s expression softened, a warm laugh rolling out with the tilt of her head. "Friends," she repeated. "Alright." Her gaze focused on his eyes, with a subtle motion, she sent a languid wave through her ample chest. "Let's be friends," she said softly as her breasts jostled and quaked beneath her dress.

Mark nodded. Maybe there could still be a cordial atmosphere between them after all. "So," he trailed off, his words faltering at her deliberate motions, trying desperately not to let her draw his gaze.

Nicole smiled, lifting her glass and swirling the dark liquid around with an elegant flick of her wrist, taking a sip of red wine. A drop fell into a pale valley. Mark swallowed. The air between changed. He felt like a mouse in front of a snake.

"Friends, Mark, give their whole attention to their friends, don't they? And you are my friend. So you focus on me. My voice. My moves. My breasts," Nicole crooned, leaning forward as the weight of her breasts spilled into his view.

Mark shifted uncomfortably, rubbing his palms down the legs of his trousers, his mouth dry and mind whirling. For the first time this evening, he caught the scent of her heavy perfume. His body felt flushed. And his pants a little too tight.

"Just focus, Mark," she continued. Her words were soft, alluring. Her voice almost echoed in his ears as she repeated it. “Just. Focus.” And Mark did.

As he stared, Nicole ran a hand down the curve of her breast, her breath catching in response to the slightest caress. "Just focus. You don't worry about anything. We are friends. And friends trust each other. Unconditionally," she emphasized. Her eyes glittered. “Right, Mark?”

He swallowed a lump. "Yes." His response came out barely more than a whisper. Mark watched as Nicole drew her finger across her cleavage. The restaurant suddenly seemed so far away.

"Don't think too much about it. Better yet, don't think at all. We are friends, Mark. You trust me. Everything I say is the truth. Like, you love big breasts. Don't you," Nicole asked coyly as her finger slid between her cleavage, disappearing into her dress for a brief moment before returning, coated with an enticing sheen of moisture.

Her question jolted Mark from his haze. “I do like them large," he answered without thinking. They had been one of his favorite things about her.

Nicole chuckled, "Yes, you do. Big, round, and ample chests just make your brain feel so small. And you love it. No more thinking. Thoughts squished between large, supple tits. Everything I say is the truth. You trust me, unconditionally. And my big boobs make it so hard to think. To resist," Nicole explained, her eyes sparkling as her chest pushed against her dress with her breath.

"Yes, that makes sense," he said dreamily. It was like everything in the world fell into place in that moment.

The low buzz of the other restaurant patrons seemed distant now. His attention hung on every subtle movement of her body, his heart pounding and mind thickening. His thoughts stilled, held hostage between those beautiful mounds.

"Of course it does. You are a boob lover, through and through. And we are friends, Mark. The best of friends. And do you know what that means," she asked him softly.

"Best of friends." Mark was nearly drooling, unable to look away from her supple chest. “I love them,” he repeated as he tried to process her question. He struggled, his mind so blank. It was impossible to think.

Nicole’s mouth twisted up. "It means you aren't boring, serious Mark. No. You are my best friend. So you can't be some flat man. Oh no. You are Nicole's best friend. And thus you need to be a big boobed bimbo," she told him. Her blue gaze glimmered, her pupils blown with lust.

Mark swallowed hard. Bimbo. The word rattled around in his brain as Nicole grinned knowingly at him.

"A bimbo, yes. With huge tits, bouncing and jiggling, with such an itty bitty brain between," Nicole elaborated. "You gush about fashion. Giggle when someone says something you don't understand. Which, my bestie, is all the time," her lips pursed as her finger tapped the table in time to the words.

Mark's pulse pounded in his ears as his lips tugged up into a dopey grin.

"And, you need to always look your best. Can't embarrass Nicole, your bestie. What Nicole says is true. You are so dumb, silly, and bimbo focused — thoughts squeezed into nothing between massive mammaries, you listen to your bestie. Always," she explained.

"Yes," he agreed. His voice lifted into a vapid high, bordering on a feminine lilt.

The words fell from his mouth, hanging in the air between them as his thoughts scattered. He trusted his best friend.

She looked at him with a triumphant grin, then took a sip from her glass of red wine before leaning even closer. "We are going to the ladies' room," Nicole said with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "After all. We are besties."

***

Mari looked in confusion at the strange redhead who called her Mark. Just to be sure, she grabbed one of her delightfully big boobs. Yep. She definitely wasn't some Mark. "Um," she drawled, trying to keep her empty thoughts focused, "My name's Mari." She smiled her most seductive smile.

"Mark, it's me, Cindy. What the hell did that witch do to you," asked Cindy in a shaky, agitated voice.

Mari's puffy lips formed a pout. "Like, um. Mari totally doesn't understand." Her fingers curled into the plastic globe. A pleasant pink haze settled over the empty fields inside her brain. She quivered in pleasure.

"Nicole did something to you," said the woman before her.

"Nuh-uh. Nicole's like totally my bestie," Mari drawled. Her eyes grew heavy as her fingers continued to spin the sphere between them.

"Bestie?" The word was spat back at her as the woman fished around in the pocket of her coat. "You broke up, Mark. I know that because I had to help you find yourself again. Don't you remember our times together? The football games? Your passion for obscure science facts," Cindy implored.

Mari paused in the gentle twirling motion of her hand. "But like. I'm not into sports. I dunno about obscure—" a giggle broke the sentence "—like stuff." Mari couldn't help herself; the other word made her mind tingle with thoughts. With a simple shrug, she pressed her tits together, squeezing the thoughts out of her silly brain.

"But like sexy clothes and stuff are totally Mari's." She gave another bright, vapid smile. This other girl had gotten her all mixed up with some Mark guy. A name that made her brain all confused and itchy.

"No, no. That's wrong," the woman pleaded as her eyes fluttered to Mari's heaving chest.

Mari's lips stretched into a vapid smile. This Cindy loved big tits! Through the fog, Mari heard Nicole's voice. All her attention focused on these whispers instead of listening to the babble of the redhead.

"Mari, when you find a girl who loves your boobs, you will follow these commands," Nicole had told her. And so Mari began to obey her instructions. Her mind went blank, directed by her bestie.

With another shrug, Mari drew Cindy's attention to her ample, creamy chest. "Well, silly," Mari said, her voice thick and honeyed with lust. "Let's be like best friends then." Mari let out a delighted giggle.

Cindy's eyes grew wide at the open display. But as she was about to object, her cheeks flushing scarlet with shock and outrage, a wicked glint in Mari's deep blues stopped any words.

"You like think, Mari is Mark. But like maybe you are totally dumb. 'Cause like a a Mark doesn't have big boobs. And like Mari totally has big yummy boobs, right," asked Mari. The look on Cindy's face said yes. Yes to big boobs, Mari giggled happily.

Mari reached out, placing her delicate hands over Cindy's. They were soft yet trembling beneath her gentle grasp. The moment felt surreal as Cindy's gaze lingered on her chest. Mari's lips tugged upwards in a seductive pout. "You love big boobs."

The air crackled between them, Cindy's resistance faltering like wet paper. She tried to look away, a tremble coursing through the more petite redhead. "Yes. I like your chest," she murmured. Her eyes seemed almost to glaze.

Mari hummed. "Yeah. Like big boobs. And they totally make you dumber," the words tumbled from Mari's lips.

Her heart hammered. A primal heat stirred deep within her. She leaned forward, pressing the full weight of her breast against Cindy's arm. Her voice lowered to a husky whisper as she inhaled Cindy’s soft, feminine scent. It awakened something primal inside Mari. Between her legs, something hardened. The haze clouded her thoughts even further.

Mari whispered into Cindy's ear. And Cindy listened, caught between her breasts.

***

Nicole watched through hooded eyes as the cute redhead stalked in impossible heels along the room. A maid costume that barely fit the artificial proportions hid none of the constant stream of arousal.

She grunted in satisfaction as her lover's hard hen entered from behind. The accompanying giggle just made her moan more.

Nicole looked over her shoulder. Her focus switched from Cindi to Mari.

Mari wore the most beautiful, seductive smile as her friend buried her throbbing hen into Nicole. "Do you love that?" Mari crooned. Her empty blue gaze lingered for a moment.

"Mhm," Nicole hummed with satisfaction as her friend, now a bimbo slut just like Nicole had always dreamed of, drove into her harder, the girl’s enormous, perfectly curved breasts bouncing along to the frantic rhythm.

A loud, needy whine informed Nicole that Cindi just finished her cleaning duties. The horny redhead was so eager to please. Nicole had made sure of that.

Another thrust filled her. A louder groan sent her two bimbos into a moaning orchestra. Nicole had never thought that her little trick could transform Mari so thoroughly. Or would capture Cindi as well.

“Ah.” Nicole let a louder gasp leave her mouth.

Her fingers dug deep into the couch as Mari thrust her hen in and out in an expert pace, the blonde having learned from her besties' most talented fingers and toys.

Nicole’s skin grew hotter from the sheer attention she had garnered. Cindi’s eyes never once left her. Fingers twitching in anticipation, but held back by Nicole's absolute control. The blonde's hips rocked up, greedily grinding along the thick and throbbing shaft, her breath hitching between gasping pants of pleasure as Mari buried herself in the tight, welcoming embrace. A delighted shudder raced through Nicole's body each time she was filled entirely by her bimbo friend.

"Cindi," Nicole's voice trembled, "come here." Cindi staggered forward on wobbly legs. "Lift that skirt. Mistress wants to taste her maid," she purred with hunger.

"Please, yes. Yes." The maid's dress skirt was flipped up to reveal what she wore underneath — a delicate, lacy garter belt, smooth thigh-high stockings, and no panties. Her juicy cunt glistened and dripped with need.

Mari increased the speed of her thrusts. Nicole knew her bimbo would love the following show. She had made sure of that, too. And her two sluts, both eager and dripping in their desire to please, made Nicole feel incredible. The perfect revenge.

And as her tongue burrowed deep into her maid, Nicole thought that her boss could use some attitude adjustments.

Todd was beginning to regret ever using the Elixir on Oliver... but things were already way out of his control.

Behind his vehicle, the sirens and flashing lights of a cop car blared out a warning that if he didn't pull over soon - he was going to be in a world of shit. Instead he pushed his foot down and felt the convertible leap forward.

"Fuck yeah. Drive faster baby," moaned Olivia, obviously aroused, her eyes shining with excitement. "Put your fucking foot down."

She took another snort of cocaine and washed it down with a swig of whisky, then she hurled the bottle out of the car and laughed as it smashed on the windscreen of the police vehicle causing them to swerve and nearly lose control.

"You're fucking crazy!" Todd shouted as Olivia threw back her hair and howled like a wolf.

"Fuck yeah you know it baby. They can't stop us... no one can stop us!"

Pulling a lighter out of her pocket she smirked and tossed it with unnatural precision. The windscreen of the police vehicle erupted into flames and the cops slammed on the breaks as they performed an emergency stop and desperately hurled themselves out of the vehicle.

Olivia grinned as they sped away, the light of the fire reflected in her pretty brown eyes.

"Haha I told you not to worry baby. Damn it, I love this convertible, too bad we're gonna have to ditch it. Don't worry - it's stolen anyway. Now find somewhere out of the way and then how about you pull over somewhere so I can suck your cock?"

Todd groaned as Olivia's hands went to his groin.

"Or I shall I do it whilst you drive?"

He moaned as his crazy girlfriend got to work...

***

Sixty seconds.

That's all I need to transform your nerdy pathetic friend into me. Sixty seconds to overwrite his beta brain and replace his thoughts with my own. I enjoy dominating his personality and making his desires into mine. I enjoy wearing HIM.

Haha that's it loser. Squirm for me and pump your cock ALL over my big tits. Letting you cum some of that frustration out is the least I can do and I LOVE making guys blow their loads. It's what I live for these days.

I suppose it's only natural to be jealous of me and what I am now. Remember when I used to be your best-friend? We did everything together. Now you're just like all the other boys who want me. A simp who will do anything for my plastic pink body.

Stranger Reading

A nice quiet afternoon. And where else to find one than the local library? Relaxing with a good book was always something that is underestimated. Even in this day and age where a good amount of literature can be found on the internet, there were still a surprising amount of people there. Likely due to the local university as most of the patrons seemed to be around that age. The stranger browsed through the isles deciding on the history section. Not many students were fond of the "boring" history section as it was mostly empty, save a pair of girls at the end of the isle chatting not so hushedly. Our stranger moved in closer as he perused the books.

"I don't think I could have chosen a lamer topic for my report," said the shorter brunette.

Looking up at her friend, the lanky tall girl with raven hair pulled a book from the shelf. "It's not that bad. Medieval times has knights and princesses and all the fairytale stuff."

"Amy, are you telling me you'd rather be here than with Josh or at a party?" asked the bored girl.

"Well of course I would but we have to finish this before next Friday," Amy insisted.

Looking at her friend with a smirk, "Well it has to be done but who said we had to do it?"

"You are not saying what I think you are. I'm not getting kicked out over a report Lisa!" Amy almost shouted.

Lisa brought her finger to her lips, "Shhhh! No one needs to know but us. We just have to get someone to do it for us."

"And how do we go about that? I'm not paying anyone, I'm already broke," Amy asked.

"Boys of course! A little flirting with some book nerd virgins here and we'll be set. We just lead them on and they'll do what we ask like lost puppies," Lisa proposed.

"I don't know. I don't think it'll work. I mean we aren't exactly cheerleaders here," Amy said gesturing to her thin body.

"Don't worry. Look at those guys over there. They don't look like they've ever talked to a girl before. It'll be easy," she said making her way over to the table.

Some people had no respect for the past or the advancement of knowledge. These girls were living proof of it. This put the stranger in a more mischievous mood. Today they would learn. They would all learn. Lisa slinked up to the table with her friend where two well dressed and seemingly knowledgeable boys sat with books open. Before she opened her mouth a wave passed through the building, pushing through them and passing briefly. Everyone's eyes unfocused for a bit and they shook their heads to clear the blurriness. Feeling better Lisa proceeded with her plan.

"Hey boys, whatcha doing? Can we join you?" she asked leaning over with her hands behind her back to thrust out her meager B cups towards the boys in a standard t-shirt that showed not a hint of skin.

Flustered the two turned to the girls. Both boys had a similarly scrawny build and varying degrees of acne. Both wore polo shirts buttoned up and dress slacks. They were indeed prime material for Lisa's trap. Not particularly skilled with the ladies but more so with school. They exchanged a look before the one with glasses responded.

"Umm, yeah. We're just studying for school," he stammered out.

"Great! I'm Lisa and this is Amy. We were doing a report and saw you smart looking guys and thought maybe you could help us," Lisa said taking a seat next to the boy that spoke.

"I'm Terry and that's Richard," said the spectacled young man gesturing to himself and his friend nervously.

"So will you boys help us out? It's just so hard to figure this stuff out," Amy said with a mock pout.

Richard looked at his friend then back to the girls. "Sure we'll do it. What is your report on?"

Amy piped up from behind her friend, "It's, like, about medieval times and stuff."

"Ok well we'll go find some books to help," Terry said as he and Richard stood up, their shirts a little tighter than before.

"Oh goodie! Thank you guys so much. We totally owe you," Lisa said as she watched the boys leave.

They didn't look all that unattractive now that she got a good look at them. She adjusted her pinching bra as she turned to Amy who was fidgeting behind her, rubbing her hands together and staring off lost with pouty lips. "This is going so well Ames. We'll have this done in no time and still have time to party!"

Back in the book isle Terry and Richard set off in disbelief of what just happened.

"Man did you see those girls? They were all over us," said Richard as he followed Terry.

"I know man. That short one was really hitting on me," Terry said undoing a button from his tight collar.

"Then I get that tall girl. She was kinda cute in a shy way," Richard claimed. "I bet she's wild in the sack."

Terry looked through the books as his mind foggily drifted to the girls. He wouldn't mind banging those chicks even if they were a little plain looking. His face was much clearer than before increasing his overall attractiveness. His thicker neck was leading down into a more athletic looking body than it was before. Turning toward Rich he saw much the same physique on his friend. Both had on a white t-shirt with the university sports team logo on it and jeans. They obviously were physically active, probably why those chicks came over to them. Solid pecks could be seen through their shirts and bulky biceps were filling the sleeves. Reaching up with a meaty arm Terry pulled down a book.

"Uh, dude? When did this medieval stuff happen?" Terry asked as he turned to Rich.

"Fuck if I know man. Just look at the covers till one looks right," Rich shrugged as he started pulling books down. Terry followed suit pulling random books down and discarding the unworthy ones to the floor.

Lisa was applying lip gloss on her more prominent lips as Amy paced behind her in her 3 inch heels.

"Just relax Amy. When they get back we'll totes have this in the bag," Lisa said placing her lip gloss into a purse she didn't know she hadn't had a moment before. She sat in her seat with her legs crossed and chest thrust out in perfect posture to show off her attributes best. Lisa was shorter than Amy and a little thicker. Wide hips stretched her shorts as thick thighs and ass filled it. Her perky D cups gave her enough bouncy cleavage in her halter top to show the boys. Amy on the other hand was a broom stick on heels. Thinner hips on long legs in jeans with a thin torso hidden by a babydoll t-shirt. She had a worried pout as her blond streaked hair framed her face.

"But, like, what if we get caught? I don't wanna get kicked out of school," Amy whined.

"Silly, we're not gonna get caught. Those boys are totally smart and they'll figure it out. Then maybe they'll fuck us," Lisa added with a smile.

Amy wasn't the smartest but something sounded odd about this. She tried to think of a reason why as she glanced over at the isle the boys went into. At the end of the isle there was was someone or something she couldn't quite make out. A shadow of sorts. As she tried to focus on it, it became blurrier as her mind became more hazy. Feeling a bit dizzy she fell back into the table next to Lisa with a bounce. Looking down she saw her fat F cups titties wobbling in her lime green dress bulging over her tight bra. Chunky nipples dented the fabric as sizable cleavage was visible from the plunging neckline as it tapered into her thin waist and meatier hips. A cute bubble butt thrust into the table and led down to long, smooth, defined legs capped with dainty feet in 4 inch platform heels.

"Omigawd you are such a klutz Ames. I swear if you were any more boob you'd, like, fall over," Lisa said looking at her friend.

"It's not my fault they got so big. It's really had to, like, focus and stuff," Amy said trying to stand back up.

"That's why we got these boys to help us silly. Just show your boobies and they'll think for us!" she reasoned to her friend.

"Omigawd you are so smart Lisa. I bet they'll totes let you suck their cock," Amy said as both girls spaced out thinking about the cock waiting for them as their clothes seemed tighter.

"Dammit man. This shits hard," Terry said dropping another book into the pile at his feet. His clothes were tight on his swollen muscles much like Rich's. Looking down his jeans were packed tight with his thick cock being pressed into the fabric. He couldn't wait to get back to those chicks but first he had to find a book. "All these are so boring."

Rich was digging through his row, dumping books on the ground. "I know man. These chicks better put out for all this," he reasoned as he tossed another book. Feeling like he was being watched Rich glanced over at the end of the isle. He caught a glimpse of something that he couldn't make out. Suddenly he became dizzy as he braced himself against the shelf. Looking over he saw Terry doing the same. With an involuntary lurch he leaned back as his body swelled larger stretching his ill fitting clothes. In pulses his chest pushed forward into the flimsy shirt as his neck and arms pushed against the fabric causing it to creak. Hard well defined muscles were pressed against the article as his body bulked up into something that was closer to a professional body builder. His legs enhanced as they competed for space with his growing cock as it tried to free itself from it's confines. A tearing noise was heard coming from Terry as his shirt tore down the front and at his sleeves. With a shimmer his top reformed into a still tight tank top as his bulging shoulders braced him on the shelf. With a meaty hand Terry grabbed at his head, knocking his glasses off. They fell and impacted with the books below shattering into dust as they vaporized. Rich watched his friend beef up as his own clothes adjusted. His shirt became less constrictive as it turned to a spandex material, ideal for working out. His jeans billowed as they rose becoming more spacious shorts with a still very large bulge. As the changes subsided his friend looked up at him confused.

"Uh, what're we doin' Dick?" he asked.

Shaking his head to clear the fog, Dick looked at all the books around. "Dude we were s'posta get some dumb book for those chicks. Fuck that Tank, lets get out of here," Dick said turning back the way they came. The two hulking men wandered back to the table, scratching their prominent bulges in anticipation.

Amy was kinda dumb but she was fun to make out with. Both girls had occupied themselves since they'd been left alone. Lisa had gotten horny watching Amy bounce around and proposed they make out till the boys got back. Amy dumbly agreed and was currently mounted by Lisa on her chair. Amy's thick fat lips sucked on Lisa's as they groped each other needingly. Lisa's smaller F cups bulged out of her halter and into Amy's fat HH's that strained her minidress as Lisa pulled at her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. Long bronzed legs were exposed beneath Liza as she straddled her friend causing her miniskirt to lift up and show her thin lycra g-string and her very large ass as she thrust it back into Amy's frisky hands. Both girls moaned and dripped as they played with each others bodies. A loud slap echoed as Lisa's ass jiggled violently causing the girl to yelp as she looked back. Both girls sat with mouths agape at the towering pillars of man meat before them.

Gripping a massive ass cheek Tank smirked, "Hey babes. Lets get outta here and have some fun." Dick stood up next to his friend, creating a wall of muscle.

Lisa pushed back into Tank's hand as she slowly stood up and leaned into him. "Like, I bet you're bunches of fun," she said tracing a hand down his well muscled torso with a long pink nail till she came to his bulge in his pants. He only grunted and slapped her ass again in response.

Amy stood up in her tiny minidress and 5 inch spike heels and tried to balance her fat jugs out in front of her as she bounced over to Dick, falling onto his broad chest. "So umm, Richy. You're, like, really big," Amy said rubbing her tits into him and playing with her platinum hair.

"Name's Dick," he said thrusting his bulge into her stomach through his shorts. "I am big but so are you babe," Dick chuckled as he palmed one of her fat tits causing her to moan.

Bimbo's in hand the guys high fived as they turned toward the door. They briefly wondered why it had taken so long for them to pick up these chicks and why they were at the library in the first place. They were going to fuck what was left of these girls brains out as dumped what was left of their brains out of their balls. A wave released them as they were let loose into the world.

Nick sat in the back of the library trying to be left alone as he read over the summary of a short novel. The library wasn't really anymore crowded than usual but it seemed a bit louder for some reason. Brushing it off he went to put back several books he'd picked up to skim over. The science fiction section was empty except for him as he navigated his way. Walking down one of the isles he saw a book sticking out that he didn't notice before. It had a bright and colorful cover that drew his eye and he found it odd that he had passed it before and not seen it. Walking over instead of putting it back he instead pulled it from the shelf. He was confused as he looked at the cover. "The Perfect Bimbo" it read. The book was not very long but very colorful with a bright pink cover that had a very well endowed woman on the front blowing a kiss at him. It must have been a prank or something. There was no way the library would have a book like that, especially in the science fiction section. As he looked at it though, he found himself a bit turned on. The girl was quite attractive. Wondering what her lips would feel like on his… He had to turn this in to the front desk.

Nick made his way to the front of the building but his eyes kept wandering to the cover. He could almost see her tits bounce as he walked. She was a real bimbo. Long blond hair, thick DSL's, massive tits and a big ass all wrapped up in slutty pink spandex. He grunted as he grabbed his hardening dick through his pants. God this was getting him horny. He kept walking as he the book seemed to concern him less and tent his pants more. He made it to the end of science fiction and he realized he was fully hard. Looking down across his swollen chest he saw a bulge below. Stroking his dick with one hand through his pants and staring at the book in the other, it felt like his dick was getting bigger even though it couldn't get harder. It was getting harder to think. He slowly made his way forward as he publicly fondled himself. Looking at a table across the way, two hot chicks where making out, both about as bimbo-y as the girl on the book he had. Off to the side he saw some big jock bending a busty redhead over a table before he ducked into the biography section.

His dick was aching in his tight compression shorts. Large swollen balls bulged around his thick shaft. His tight torn t-shirt resisted against his hardening form as his expanded mass continued forward. He held onto the book looking at. It aroused him: the color, the girl, he needed it. The odd thing was he had no idea what it said. The words on the front meant nothing to him, only the picture. His shorts were now nearly transparent as his lengthened member pushed into it relentlessly. His fat balls pulsed with a dull throb at the same rate as the throb in his brain. Each time he thought to resist, his balls filled. Nick stopped and leaned on a shelf to catch his breath, knocking several books off. His expansive mass stretching his shirt with each breath. He dropped his book finally as he staggered down the next isle only to be met by a girl even more exaggerated than the one on the book.

What could loosely be described as clothes were pushed aside as she lay on her back pleasuring herself. A small pink skirt was hiked up around her waist and an even briefer pair of panties dangled at the end of a high heel as she spread her legs wide. Thick pillowy thighs formed into a plump jiggling ass as she thrust into herself. She had a toned waist if any could actually see it underneath her dominating huge chest balloons. They covered her whole chest and, if she sat up, there was no doubt they would rest in her lap heavily. One of the massive orbs was till contained in some sort of tube top as the other bounced around chaotically with it's thick swollen nipple pointing angrily at the surrounding books. So bloated they were, that Nick couldn't even see her face. The fattest cock suckers he would have ever seen mouthed reflexively at a ghost cock as her empty hole waited for something to suck on. Platinum pigtails fell beneath her and gave her the necessary bimbo handlebars to keep her fuckable form planted on a cock.

Nick's cock twitched at the sight before him. A perfect specimen to fuck. The perfect bimbo. He attempted to pull down the band of his shorts but the added pressure just caused them to rip open. His forearm sized dick shot forward and his painfully full balls dropped out with a sloshing noise. Bending down in front of her he got ready to position his fat cock into her. Her fat bouncy tits slapped together as he slid his dick against her wet pussy for lubrication. As he pushed over her clit she gasped and shuddered as she came, sending her body into a fit of jiggles. This thrust his throbbing member into her waiting cleavage and sent Nick over the edge. He came harder than every time he ever had, all at once. Grapefruit sized balls emptied into her titty crack with such force and magnitude, her chin and face became spattered as it overflowed. His muscled chest pressed into her jugs as he convulsed on top of her, smashing her tits like pumpkin sized bean bag chairs. Leaning over he could finally see her vapid face as he came down from his super orgasm. She seemed to realize a man was near her and beamed with delight.

"Omigawd! Are you, wike, gonna fawk me?" she barely managed through her swollen fucklips. Nick didn't answer with words. He only pulled back and readied his still hard missile at her entrance, then pushed into his waiting bimbo not noticing the book next to her he could no longer read.

One would think that a library would be quieter. And normally it would be. Samantha however wasn't in the mood to deal with troublemakers today. Librarians are always seen as uptight and she didn't feel like playing up to the stereotype as she sat behind the front desk. Blond hair tied back, she dressed rather conservatively to hide her larger D cup bust and shapely figure she tried to just get through the day. She was feeling weird and the day was almost over. As she went through the overdue books list a shadow came over her. Looking up she saw a rather busty redhead who looked out of place at a library. Her blouse was maintaining a struggle to hold back her tits that, from her view, may have been bigger than her own. Curly red hair fell around her face as she placed her tits onto the counter for support as she held a book in her hands. The girl looked equally lost and dumb.

"Your card," Samantha said in a monotone voice at the girl.

Looking nervous the girl shifted a bit. "Umm, I don't, like, want this book. I found it," the girls said handing her the book. That was quite the odd statement to hear. Someone turning a book in because they found it, in a library. She eyed the girl suspiciously as she retrieved the book. Looking at it she could see why the girl had brought it to her. The cover had a massive man on the front that would make a Chip 'N Dale dancer blush. Bulging muscles and a too small pair of shorts that struggled to contain what looked like a small animal.

"My Perfect Hunk," Samantha almost whispered as she read the title. She looked up at the confused girl. Though it would likely be a book up that girls alley, it wasn't something she thought the library would carry. "Thanks, I'll find where this goes," she reassured the girl. The redhead just smiled and stepped away from the counter. As her breasts slid from it they bounced heavily in the top causing her to lose a button which went unnoticed by the girl. She turned on her 4 inch heels and bounced off to some boy toy she had near the back as Samantha watched her ass bounce through her tight shorts.

Picking up a scanner she actually found a barcode on the book and scanned it. Oddly enough it was something they did carry. The index code though was giving her a location in science fiction though. This day was full of surprises. Standing up she adjusted her tight red blouse and knee length orange skirt. Science fiction was near the back and she made off with book in hand. Deciding to avoid people she went through the side isles. It was longer and she wouldn't likely be bothered. It also gave her time to mess with her top. Looking down she could actually see gaps in the buttons. Not everyone was gifted with G cups like her so she had a hard time shopping. Stopping to pull at her bra she found herself drawn to the book. Chiseled body and a big dick. She moaned thinking about finding a guy like that. She was starting to get hot now. Luckily no one was around to see her hard nipples as she traced the hot guy on the cover with a pink nail. Trying to focus again she shook herself from the totally cute guy and marched forward. She nearly tripped, forgetting she had been wearing her 5 inch stilettos. She was so ditzy sometimes. Each step she minced forward unable to take large steps due to her tight pink skirt that held her legs together. This caused her body to ooze sex. Wide hips swung which caused her ass to bounce in time with her tits as each step landed. Every step for Sammy was erotically painful. Her tits rubbed against the tight fitting top with every step. As she hit the end of the isle she lost two buttons on her top.

"Oh pooie," she pouted between thicker lips. That just meant more shopping later.

Sammy entered the biographies section as her arousal crept back on her again. Looking at the book again her mind got more foggy. It was getting hard to look at it as her tits blocked more of her vision. K cups strained her top as that last remaining buttons suffered with no bra to hold them back. She licked her lips as she stared at the cover, one hand snaking it's way down to her crotch. She was so horny her juices were dripping from her inadequate thong and onto the brown carpet below. Almost hypnotized she focused on the book until her finger found her clit. Hitting that sent her into a spiral. She bit on her swollen lower lip as she dropped to the floor landing on her knees and dropping the book. The force shattered the rest of her top as the material reformed into a bright pink tube top as her monstrous jugs surged forward again filling the new top to capacity. Her skirt shrank even further as she pulled it up to better access her pussy. She brought her unused hand up to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers in desperate need as her lips bloated further around them. She leaned back as she dove three fingers into her lower parts causing one of her heaving chest mountains to pop out of her top. Her blond hair whipped about in their pigtails as she fucked herself vigorously. Finally the hefty weight was to much and she toppled back with a thud as her new body jiggled. Pulling her hand from her needy mouth she used it to help remove her obstructive thong. She slid it down her legs leaving it hanging from her shoe as her ass thrust into the carpet, helping prop her pussy up for easy access. Now she could get some work done! She pumped her fingers fast as she felt a climax coming.

"Gotta cum… gotta cum… gotta cum weal hard!" she lisped. "Uhngg!" Sammy came with the force of a hurricane. With it, any knowledge of any books she was surrounded by vaporized. Fat tits wobbled as they slapped her face with each shudder of her pussy. She felt like a million bucks as she lazily fingerfucked herself out of reflex. Catching her breath she looked over at the book she was carrying earlier. Just thinking about that guy got her going again, then suddenly she felt something hard rub her clit and she came again. Abruptly there was something jammed in her tits and with a mighty blast cum erupted from them. Her funbags oozed jism that leaked all over her as she saw a goliath of a man lean over her spasming dumbly into her tits. Looking up at him she realized she found her perfect hunk.

Sitting peacefully in plush chair, reading a book was a truly relaxing way for Melissa to relax on her day off. A middle aged mother of two hardly had time to herself these days. A modest and average looking woman, she often lost herself in steamy romance novels, imagining herself in them instead. Her blandly plain "mom clothes" likely wouldn't put her in a position to recreate them either. Basic jeans and a white blouse clung to her frumpy body that she had started to let go. Messy brown hair pulled back into a hairband gave full view of her slightly chunky face. She didn't even give a thought to the college aged boy who sat two seats over that seemed to be cramming for some exams most likely. Eagerly she made her way through her book awaiting the juicy parts to come.

As she turned the page a strange wave washed over her. Her eyes unfocused for a moment as she brought her hand up and pinched the bridge of her nose. Clarity coming back to her she looked around. She was still alone except the college boy who appeared to be having the same problem as he leaned forward wiping his eyes. Looking at him, Melissa thought he was a little cute. Definitely too young for her though. Clearing the thoughts from her head she recrossed her legs, feeling the smooth skin rub together exposed from her jean shorts all the way down to her cute shoes with a 1 inch heel. Pulling her book back up to read her arms pressed her apple sized breasts together, creating a line a cleavage in her v-neck blouse. She loved reading romance novels. Well some were kind of more trashy than romance. She usually skimmed through till she got to the part where they started fucking. She flipped through the pages lazily as she looked for the more "action" oriented parts. As she turned the pages her vision soon became impaired as her curly brown hair fell over her eyes.

Dropping her book in her lap for a moment Mels parted her hair to the side so she could see. Her glossy brown curls were just one of the signs that she made an effort to look good. Older than the local college girls, Mels had to keep up her appearance so she could stand a chance at getting a date, or fuck. Just because she had to kids didn't mean she had to have a boring life. She worked out and made sure that her boy-toys kept her energy up. And boy-toys they were. She loved younger men. It was so sexy to find a young stud that wanted to fuck her more mature body rather than some tiny young tarts. She wasn't a little girl, she had much larger womanly charms. Her wide hips from childbirth set a foundation for her bubbly ass that barely hid under her stretchy black skirt. If that didn't get the boys then her cougar sized cantaloupes would. The boys that thought a cheerleader with D cups was big were often dumbfounded by her cock gobbling G cups. Not that one would stay there for long with her thick often red painted lips so close by. It was a wonder that with a body like hers that she didn't have more kids. Any time her son brought home a friend she would spend her time teasing him, or even her daughters boyfriends. The perks of having kids in high school, and also having kids while in high school. It wasn't long before her junior year started and she got knocked up by the varsity quarterback. She would have likely gotten kicked out for her poor grades had she not been caught with half the football team. At once. Having not cared for education or reading it would be thought very odd that she would be in a library of all places. Well the library had two things. Young men and her favorite porn mags. Looking down over the crest of her tits she lifted her magazine from her lap. "Cawkz" wasn't about reading so much as looking at all the oiled and nude men with some rather large equipment. Mels squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thick thighs together and biting her lower lip as she flipped through the pages.

Often when she came here she would try and get off a couple times before picking up guys. As Mels delicately manicured hand made its way beneath her skirt she looked up from the rippling muscles on the paper and over to the college boy not far away. He was really cute and a bit familiar. His muscles pushed his t-shirt out and his large legs were spread apart in their shorts as he sat. If only she was across from him she could see his package. She bet it was big. Most notably though was he was looking at her, well mostly her tits. Not exactly something that happened rarely, she leaned forward a bit, giving him an eyeful of cleavage as her tits bulged out the neck of her yellow stretchy top. With a grunt the stud rose from his seat, towering in stature and made his way over. His clothes hugged his form as hours of gym work, as opposed to school work, was being showcased. Not to mention something that doesn't come from the gym. The taught bulge in the front of his pants. His shorts did little to conceal the outline of his most massive and delicious parts. Her eyes locked so intently that she didn't realize he was now stood in front of her, ogling her plush form. Short quick gasps escaped her mouth as she panted. From his side was a rustling. In his large hand he brought up a magazine he'd been reading. Well "reading" not as accurate as leering. It was open to a two page spread. In the corner was the stamp "Bewbz" denoting the title of the magazine. It shimmered as the stud spoke.

"Uh, hey babe. This you?" he asked hopefully, eyes still locked on her tits.

Tearing her eyes from his packed crotch Mels saw a familiar picture. A two page spread of a woman that needed two pages. Fat tits exploded from the woman’s chest and rested on her thighs as her wide ass propped her up even as she straddled a large dildo buried in her. Long brown curls framed her swollen lips as her tongue dragged across them having nothing else to play with. In the top corner in fancy cursive was written "Melons Exclusive".

Looking down was a landscape of tit flesh. That was Melons alright. Milfy Melons in some publications. It was hard not to be noticed with a body like that. Her top could have been mistaken for a spare tire had it not been leopard print. She liked playing to the cougar stereotype sometimes. Fat jugs in animal print screamed "I want to fuck". It didn't hurt that she often was on the cusp of falling out either, or that her large rear snuck out to play when she bent over, usually unnecessarily. She wasn't shy. As a premier fat tit model she got to do it all the time for magazines like "Bewbz". It's about all she was good at aside from fucking. Since she never finished school and was always looking for young dick, she didn't really develop many other skills. High school jocks to babysitters to neighborhood boys she had her pick. Posing in dirty magazines that boys steal to read when their parents aren't home only helped make the fantasy woman she had become to them all the more fuckable when she asked it they had "ever fucked titties this big sweetie?"

Now her kids were in college and she was in no shortage of cock. Not that her kids were any smarter than her. They mostly partied as mommy put them through with her modeling. Her son Chad was a football star like his father but about as smart as a goalpost which ironically was his nickname with the girls. Well endowed as he was, he had many friends from college that were fucking her after the games as much as Chad was the cheerleaders. Speaking of cheerleaders, her daughter Cassy was one being a year younger than her brother. And if she could find a babysitter for the night. She was on the same track as her mom in high school after luring boys in with her bouncy cheer tits. After meeting the boy that knocked her daughter up, she fucked him till she passed out from cumming with his cock in her ass. Her daughter picked a good one.

Now here she was, wedged in her chair clearly meant for a woman not so "bountiful". She thrust her trademark tits out as if they were a landing strip for dick to land if this studs shorts were to burst. It took everything she had to look him in the eyes.

"Like, totally. How many girls got titties this big?" she said giving them a wobble for emphasis.

He stood enraptured as they jiggled before him. Melons could practically see his cock twitch. It reminded her of her magazine. Still gripping it in her hand she brought it over her tits horizon. In nude glory with a a dick that could be used to hammer nails into wood, was the stud standing before her. In bold letters read the name "Buck". Letting the magazine fall to the floor she leaned forward and dropped to her knees, smashing her fat boy catchers into his strong muscled thigh.

"Oh! Em! Gee! You're, like, Big Dick Buck! You feel bigger than the pictures," she said as she traced the outline in his shorts with her nails.

Reveling in the attention he was getting down below, he could almost feel his shorts get tighter as she said his name.

"That's cuz pictures are tiny. I ain't tiny," he muttered as he tucked a thumb into his waist band and slowly lowered them.

Slowly his thick shaft came into view as Melons drooled in anticipation. Suddenly Bucks crotch appeared to throb as his balls swelled up larger, pushing his dick out of the cramped space and landing his plum sized head right between two open and waiting lips. Out of reflex she took as much of his swollen girth into her mouth as she could. She bobbed vigilantly on him, causing his massive testes to dislodge from their confines and bounce heavily on her gargantuan cougar cushions. The biggest of "Cawks" and "Bewbs" were about to suck and fuck each others brains out. Melons couldn't wait to have his fat balls slapping against her big ass as he pounded her so hard she mashed her mammoth titties into his vast sculpted chest from being filled to the brim with cock. All she could manage right now though was to drool and moan on the fat tool as Buck started to thrust deeper into her waiting throat causing her udders to fall out of her top. Again.

Looking around at the controlled chaos he made, the stranger was pleased overall. These people would enjoy his special books indeed. He made his way to the exit as he cleaned up a few loose ends. A boy standing nearby who had been ogling the hot girls remained unchanged as he hadn't bothered getting any books. With a wave of his hand the boy doubled over grabbing his crotch. His cock became rock hard as he started to cum in his pants. With each violent blast his balls dumped, his brain emptied and his muscles expanded. He convulsed on the floor hunched over as his clothes tore off him as he grunted hard with each spurt. He grabbed his belt with his newly enhanced hands and ripped his belt in half along with the front of his pants. Flexing his muscles involuntarily his now huge cock erupted from it's confines propped up on massive swollen balls as he continued to empty them onto the floor in front of him. A shaking pile of testosterone with only one head to think with, he was no longer a threat. The man began stroking himself to another brain numbing orgasm as the stranger moved on.

A couple embraced near the door terrified as they watched the man transform. The stranger walked past them and out the door quietly as they stood in shock. They looked around at the orgy that was happening and slowly turned to leave. Before they could though the door opened and the stranger poked his head in.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot. You two. You don't get away," he said retreating back outside.

The couple looked at each other worried. Suddenly the boy broke from his embrace and put his hands on the girls shoulders forcing her down. Confused she followed his guidance as she became eye level with his crotch as he had a bulge forming. Instinctively she opened his pants causing his fat dick to rise up and slap her in the face. She looked up at him pleadingly as his member bobbed in front of her. The boy then firmly grabbed the back of her head and shoved her onto him. The girl thrust him deep into her throat and then fell back gasping for air. She looked up at her strong man as he took his smaller shirt off. Looking down he grabbed her hair and started to fuck her face forcefully. She slurped on his dick willingly as her tits swelled in her blouse. Fat whoppers bounced against his legs as she pleasured him. His fat dick swelled in her mouth with every thrust. Finally his climax hit pumping her full of his cum as his body swelled larger. The moment his cum hit her she exploded from her clothes. Her ass tore her jeans in half as her tits rose to make standing a daunting task. Fat lips thickened and locked on his prick so she wouldn't miss a drop. Even after the ripped meat head was done pumping into her, she still tried to milk his cock for more while playing with her chunky nipples. With a 'pop' and a giggle she let his dick fall from her freshly fucked hole and fell onto her back, sending her now bloated hooters to smack her dumbly in her face as she spread her thick legs, exposing her dripping sex through the tear in her overtaxed pants. Still hard, her boyfriend or whatever he was just dropped to his knees as he took the opportunity to continue fucking. They didn't remember why they were there, in a place of books when reading was a bit beyond them, or how they had even been before.

Sarah couldn’t be prouder of her younger sister Annabelle. She was definitely following in her big sister’s footsteps and living up to the family expectations. Head of the student council, a committed feminist and a straight A student, she had cultivated a happy and positive lifestyle just like Sarah. Just like her big sister she was also a vegan and she was deeply into politics.

Annabelle would often tell Sarah that she was her inspiration.  As a staffer for a local left-wing political organisation, Sarah had graduated top of her class and was now a rising star. She was making a difference. Annabelle looked up to her sister and wanted to be just like her once she graduated. She already had plans to become an environmental activist and work in the charity sector, something their rich but radical parents fully supported.  She first needed to complete her journalism degree, but once that was done she was ready to do her part to help the world.

The only thing Annabelle worried about was that she was sometimes getting stuck in an echo-chamber.  That was why she had tracked down her older sisters high-school bully Melody and as part of her dissertation was now interviewing her. She wanted to understand why Melody had bullied her sister and also what drove an evil bitch like her.

Melody was gorgeous and pretty. Her parents were super rich and she had been athletically talented.  Why would someone who had everything be so cruel?  Annabelle thought there had to be some deep reason, something she could discover and write about. Perhaps Melody was unhappy with her own life, perhaps she had changed since school? Maybe she would even want to apologise to Sarah and make up for all the bad, evil things she had done or said.

Sarah had told Annabelle horror stories about the rich, bratty, cheerleader and her clique. How Melody had taunted, teased and manipulated the school. Everyone had been afraid of her.  Annabelle wasn’t sure what to expect once she began interviewing the bully, but she had to try.