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"Excuse me, Sir, I'm sorry if this is a silly question, but do you have a love potion?"

You took a moment to collect your thoughts.

It wasn't unusual to see a beautiful young woman in your strange magical store, but normally you were the curator.

You had spent centuries learning how to lure trusting minds into your traps so that they would drink something that they thought would give them health, but would drain their minds, or something that they thought would give them confidence, but would give them huge tits.

You didn't remember this person entering your store. Her beauty and prodigious bust was not something you had witnessed without your influence.

You feel uneasy.

"I'm sorry," you say. "Such a thing is a myth."

"That's too bad," she said. "There's an old wizard disguised as a handsome young shopkeeper who I've been trying to make notice me for a long time."

It wasn't a demon, was it? It couldn't be. Your wards were complicated and thorough, reapplied to a paranoid degree.

But you didn't remember her entering. Had you even opened for the day?

"I'm sorry, ma'am," you mumble. "You need to leave the store."

"But look how big my titties are, Sir," she says. "Just look at them bounce."

*Wobble wobble wobble*

It didn't make sense. Who was she?

"Please... I'm asking you," you gasp.

"I can sense your hardness, Sir," she says. "Just let me suck you. Just once. Just one mouthful of your cum."

You had never lost before.

But were you losing?

You push down your pants and feel your dramatic hardness show itself. She lowers down to her knees.

You close your eyes.

I have a lovely girlfriend and we’re happy together, but I’ve started to develop feelings for a coworker. I’d love to include her in our relationship. My girlfriend would ordinarily never be okay with that, so is there any way to make room in her heart for some extra love?

Oh and my coworker will probably need some encouragement too.

Is there anything Pink Industries can do to help?

Hi there! Thanks so much for coming to us with your inquiry.

This is definitely a delicate situation and you don't want to get ahead of yourself or pull the wrong trigger at the wrong time.

Because you'll be working to make both women understand their capacity of love for you simultaneously, I would recommend helping them see your point of view at around the same time as well.

That is to say, it will be on you to find a way to get them in the same place at the same time with some wiggle room. Maybe orchestrating a games night or a cottage weekend in which they end up as the only guests?

It's a big ask, but once you have them alone, you'll need to work quickly and decisively.

For this sort of major shift in thinking, I would recommend Pink Spray. It's expensive but effective. You might even want two cannisters so you can spray them both at once. Then it's time to explain to them that their way of thinking has been limited. Society wants them to believe that men should only have one partner, but if you add another girlfriend, they can better serve and support on.

One can cook and clean for you while you watch TV with the other. One can slurp and suck your cock while you suck on the other's big tits.

That's the other thing you can help them realize, that bigger tits, thinner waists, and thicker asses help them to be better, more feminine girlfriends for you. It's just a more fulfilling life.

Oh, and make sure to bring some outfits with you to wherever you get them alone. I'm sure they'll be eager to change and prove their worth right away.

Good luck!

"You listened."

"It's you. It's really you."

It had been two years since that fateful vision. You were convinced that the ruins from your dreams existed within driving distance. You explored for months and when you found it, you knew.

It was the same place.

Yet although the location was identical from your dream, that ethereal woman from the vision was absent.

Still, every weekend you returned. You ignored messages from your friends, from dates, from family.

You couldn't miss her.

Even when you stopped believing that you would meet her, you still went.

"What took you so long?" you ask.

"I needed to know that you would be loyal," she says back. "I needed to disconnect you from your world."

"What... what do you mean?"

"You have been chosen. You must join me and my sisters to keep our people's population alive, but you can never return to your world."

"W-wait, I mean," you stutter. "That's a lot to ask. I know I've been searching for you, but we just met. I can't just abandon everybody I know."

"But you have already, haven't you?" she says with a smile. Her eyes glimmer and you feel relaxed. "You've drifted away from your friends. Your family. Your lovers. You belong to me. Don't you?"

"I... what's happening to me?"

"Give into my voice, sweet chosen. You are worthy cattle for me and my sisters. You will breed us well, I know it."

"Breed... you..."

"Look at that bulge. Such a good boy. Come now. Come with me."

"Yes... yes... with you."

"Becca? Come on, we're over here now."

"Just a second!" Becca called back. This plant is so pretty!"

She didn't want to say it out loud, but Becca was certain that the plant had spoken to her, told her that she was special, a rare young woman who could commune with all living things.

"I thought so!" Becca whispered in pure excitement. "I had a feeling!"

"Just keep staring into the petals," the voice in her head said. "And you'll discover more. Inhale the scent. You may feel tingling all over, but it's just spiritual growth."

"Sprit...ual... growth..." Becca exhaled.

"That's right," the voice said. "Growth."

"Growth..."

"Bigger... bigger..."

"Much bigger..."

"Big, heavy, titties."

"Big... heavy... w-wait..." Becca muttered. She furrowed her eyebrows but couldn't look away.

"Huge fat slutty udders. Mindless horny cocksucker."

"I... wait... no..."

"It's too late, Becca. Release. Become who you are."

"Feel your tits, Becca. They're so big. You're so mindless and submissive."

Becca reached up and felt her sink her fingers into her enormous bust. She sighed in pleasure.

"They feel... good..."

"Good girl," the voice said. "Now return to your group. Ask out Carter. Ignore all reactions to your body except for his."

"Yes," Becca breathed. "Of course. Anything. Anything for you."

Nisha could hardly believe it.

She had been dreaming about Lux Carnival for months, unable to get the idea out of her head.

A carnival that only appeared to those who knew where to find it, a place that only appeared on certain nights.

When she received an anonymous package in the mail, she opened it furiously when she saw the return address space occupied by a simple stamp with the word "Lux" written in funhouse script.

To Nisha, the headband was beautiful, and the moment she put it on, she felt a sense of relief. She was special. She would find Lux Carnival.

Over the next weeks, Nisha quit her job and left her boyfriend. She couldn't stop looking in the mirror. She realized that in order to gain entrance, she would need to grow her bust. With the headband on her head and her mind set to the carnival, she trusted it would happen.

She was right. As the days passed, Nisha's modest B cups grew and grew until they were hefty, heavy L cup melons. Tits worthy of the Ringleader.

Nisha found Lux Carnival that night. She didn't care that it was barren and shoddy. She walked right up to the central platform, mesmerized by the sight of the Ringleader.

"Step right up and kneel right down!" the Ringleader said. "Big titty sluts can suck cock for free! Step right up and kneel right down."

"It's me," Nisha gasped to herself, tears filling her eyes as she kneeled before the Ringleader. "He's talking about me."

The Ringleader unzipped and Nisha opened her mouth.

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"Of course, sweetie. Mommy will do all the groceries. I'm so sorry for asking you to help."

"That's good, Mommy. Keep looking at my phone. I would punish you, but at least you remembered to wear something sexy."

"You told me that I should always put my huge tits on display for you, Michael. I just want to be a good mother to you."

"You're getting there, Mommy. The fact that you've taken those Pink Pills to grow your tits so huge has helped. I'm going to wait in the car, and what are you going to do after you come back with the groceries?"

"I'm going to give you a blowjob, sweetheart."

"And?"

"And swallow all your cum."

"And?"

"i'll love it, baby. I'll thank you for it."

She fell in love with him on the day of her wedding. She had gone to him with her marriage jitters and he had made her feel so safe and calm.

He always knew just what to say. He knew how to lower his voice. How to let her mind drift away. How to make her worries dissolve.

Kerri craved her uncle so badly that she couldn't always even remember her time that they spent together. She knew that she would never tell her husband. She knew that she would never tell anybody. She knew that her body was all for him, and that she would do things with Ricky that she would never do with the man she married.

Things had finally aligned to let Kerri and Ricky go up to Ricky's cottage together.

Kerri's husband went across the border for a wedding and Ricky's wife had a business trip.

"I can't believe that we have all weekend, Uncle Ricky!" Kerri sighed. "I'm so excited to cook for you and to suck your cock while you watch baseball."

"I'm glad to hear that, honey," Ricky said. "But I still need to do a little refresher with you."

"A refresher?"

"That's right, Kerri. Listen carefully. There is nothing but my voice. Nothing but my voice."

"What... what do you mean... I..."

"You're so calm, Kerri. You feel so safe with me. I'm the love of your life. You belong to me."

"Your... your voice, Uncle Ricky. It's... it's so calming."

"Your big lips are for me, Kerri. Your huge tits are for me. That nice little pussy is all for me."

"I... I'm for you, Uncle Ricky," Kerri sighed as her eyes glazed over. "I love being mindless for you."

"I'm so proud of you, Kerri," Ricky said. "We're going to have an incredible weekend.

There are some images that feel irrelevant to the story they're attached to, and the AI can't really capture the level of devotion or lust that's implied. Some stories feel like they were written with the image first, which doesn't offer as good of an inspiration. The images are also less interesting because there's very little in them other than a woman with a massive chest.

But that's less relevant.

Honestly, what I think is missing are longer or more complicated ideas. A lot of the transformations now feel very samey, and it would be interesting to see you branch out into more complicated or creative captions.

Can you show us a before and after? What about the same Pink Industry product having multiple effects? Would you consider doing a multi image or multipart story? What are the consequences of getting busted with Pink Industries products, and does Pink Industries offer "insurance"? Does the company have competition, and what is corporate espionage like in this world?

As it stands now, the captions are good for getting me a little closer to a nut, but I very rarely go back and reread any of them. They don't stick in my mind afterwards.

Hey, thanks so much! I really appreciate such a thoughtful and detailed message. I'm going to respond to this in detail, so I'll try to break up the answers with images of fat-titty bimbos.

I do find your comments about the AI images interesting for a few reasons. The first is that when I used to caption photos, the photo always came first and would trigger the idea. More often than not, I'm generating an image to match an idea. I also feel like the photos I used were also just of extremely busty women with little other visual context. So I'll be honest and say that I feel like your aesthetic preference is doing a little projection work here.

This is dipping a little into the next portion, but I will also mention that the only time I've done multi-picture posts is with generated images.

This is the part that - like you - I care more about. I think it's fair to say that my ideas have been more rote here recently. I don't think they've been without some interesting things happening in the background, but overall, there's been a drop. Part of that was when I was only posting my bsky content here as a frustrated reaction to the way Tumblr has censored my account, but part of that is not prioritizing my Tumblr creatively.

That said, there's always going to be a ceiling to what I post here. A wealth of long multi-picture posts simply doesn't make sense. My writing is a capitalistic pursuit, so although I like writing original free captions here, my best work is always going to be in my self-published shorts and my commissions.

Regardless, highs and lows of quality has always been the case in my work here. In fact, in the height of my popularity, my posts were short and pretty unimaginative.

Still, your feedback means a lot. Sometimes I post here simply because I haven't in a long time, but I should remember to only do so when I have an idea that excites me.

As for your Pink Industries ideas, I appreciate your interest in the world, but most of those things aren't directions that draw me in. I get a lot of specific questions about Pink Industries and the world of Bimbo Stories and although I do have plenty of world-building in my personal notes, part of the nature of the world is to keep details intentionally obscured. I think too much of a focus on detailing lore kills the magic, isn't good story-telling, and is ultimately boring.

All that said, it's clear that I've oversteered in the over direction on this Tumblr and made things a little too vague. Although I can't promise AAA quality every time, I will work to improve the quality of the perverse imagination in my posts.

I received a few other notes about this topic and I really appreciate everybody who sent in nice things or thoughtful criticism. I replied to this one because it encapsulated the most of what I wanted to reply to publicly.

Just one thing left to say:

i got fewer dms than i expected regarding my ai 'nel talks' post. i am curious about opinions and reactions to my Generation Era.

i am never going back to photos, but i am still interested in absorbing what you like about my posts and putting them back into what i create in one form or another.

tumblr and bsky.app are the last places i post free original content (with the exception of my absurdly infrequent literotica submissions), so although i promote books on the blog and although i cite commission prices and am open about my sex work in dms, i'm never trolling for sales when I respond to messages. i'm here to work out material and talk to people who respond to my work.

so.

what do you hate. what do you love. what do you jerk or jill off to with my posts? anonymous. not. whatever. let me know. i'll only respond to you if you specifically request it.

otherwise i'll try to incorporate your desires into my work, as long as i can get excited by it myself.

"Nothing, Dad, I just feel like I'm having a strange memory."

"Talk to me about it, honey."

Well, I was trying to think about where we lived before we came to this cottage and I was having a hard time."

"We've always lived here, Janey."

"See, you say that, Dad, but I sometimes remember a different house. You were still with Mom and I think I had a brother?"

"Just dreams, Janey. You shouldn't get so distracted. You're wearing your Vacuuming Bikini, baby, so shouldn't you get to work?"

"Dad, I'm serious! You just said that you wanted me to talk about it."

"Look into my eyes, honey. Trust Daddy."

"Daddy... your eyes... they..."

"They're glowing, princess. They're starting to spin like they do every day. You love to look at Daddy's magic eyes, don't you?"

"It's... it's spooky, Daddy."

"You're Daddy's good girl, Janey. You love to get hypnotized. You love to serve your father here in this cottage."

"I'm... I'm Daddy's... good girl..."

"You love to look at Daddy's magic eyes."

"I love to look, Daddy. I love to obey."

"You've always lived here with Daddy. You love to clean the house. You love to dress naughty for Daddy. You love to serve your father's cock."

"Yes, Daddy. I love it so much."

"Any time you think about a place other than being here with Daddy, you'll know it's just a dream. Just something you made up."

"Yes, Daddy. I'm so stupid."

"Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes. Please treat me. I want to serve you."

"Good girl, Janey. Get on your knees."

She didn't want it to become some party house and have it lose its mystique.

The house was so peculiar. There were strange spiral patterns all over the walls and closets full of bikinis that were seemingly intended for impossible proportions.

The architecture of the place seemed impossible as well. Sometimes Kara would spend hours just wandering the halls, finding new rooms and new floors that felt like they had been tucked away mere minutes earlier.

So when Kara got completely lost in the mansion, nobody knew where to look for her. When she spent days staring at the spirals on the walls, she forgot that she ever lived anywhere else.

When her body started to change to fit the outfits in those closets, she felt a deep respect for the house.

It had called to her.

She was just filling her purpose.

She was ready to serve.

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"Calm, little brother. I feel at peace."

"How about your mind? How does that feel?"

"Empty, little brother. Ready to receive."

"What will you do when I leave the room, Mel?"

"I will watch the spirals more, little brother."

"Until?"

"I will watch the spirals until my tits grow bigger."

"Why is that?"

"My little brother won't want to fuck me until my tits are massive cow udders and I'm a brainless horny bimbo."

"I'm proud of you, sis. I'll come back for you tonight."

This is easy.

The first point, and perhaps most controversial, is that I think Ai images are more ethical to caption than (more) indexical photos. I stopped feeling comfortable writing captions under photos of living humans who didn't give their permission, regardless of if that photo was made for sex work purposes.*

The second point is that it adds great flexibility to tell a specific story. I can have an idea and generate images that support that idea.

The third point is that I actually prefer the aesthetic of the generated images. I think they better represent the sort of exaggerated misogynistic stuff that my work is intended to be a cathartic release of.

I genuinely regret that my work no longer resonates with you, but the generated images are an expression of who I am as a writer and sex worker, so it just means that I might no longer be the gal for you. That happens.

I appreciate you writing in your honest thoughts! I always appreciate respectful dissent.

Cassie hadn't spoken a word since that day, but you had learned how to communicate through looks, motions, and touches.

You knew that it was a horrific thing to once again activate your dark powers of influence. The same powers that had made Cassie's mother more beautiful and curvaceous and caused her to fall in love with you.

Your abilities were very effective but only worked with constant exposure over time.

Sure enough, as the years passed, your previously flat and homely daughter had become beautiful with a bust that dramatically surpassed her mother's. You told yourself that it was because Cassie had taken to your abilities more naturally. It was a twisted form of destiny.

Cassie had never forgotten how to write, but it was the first message she ever wrote you when she held up that note for you after you two had spent the night in those old ruins.

"It's a lot to ask, Cassandra," you said solemnly. "How will you prove your love?"

Cassie blushed and then lowered herself to her knees.

You opened your robes and the cycle continued.