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Fucking hell guys. I just turned 20..... Look at me, I'm fucking enormous. I can't stop staring at myself. My doctor is very pleased with himself, that's for sure.... It's like these days I'm either fucking or eating or gooning to women either getting fucked, giving birth, or getting fed. This is so goddamn out of hand but I honestly kinda love it? Is that weird?

I used to watch what I eat and exercise. Only exercise I get now is dancing at the club, getting fucked, and gooning for hours on end like a mindless addict. Usually also while I stuff my face. OMG Jezebel has broken my brain. All I think of is how I'm gonna have sex next. Total junkie for cock. I'm so desperate and pathetic it's humiliating. If I walk by cute guys I rub my belly or smack my ass and straight up ask them if they wanna fuck. Like this is mortifying and I'm so obsessed with the embarrassment of it. Getting rejected, called a pathetic fat slut, a hucow, a mindless breeder.

I used to be a cheerleader..... Look at how huge I am. Like a blimp. My parents love that I'm pregnant and evidently love that I'm getting so fat and eating 24/7. Apparently it was always their dream to have a spoiled fat daughter. Glad I could make their fantasies come true.... how generous of me. My doctor says I'm like the ideal Jezebel result. Completely engaged in what he calls 'core feminine behaviors' such as only thinking of sex, wanting to have as many babies as possible, getting fatter and liking it....

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Vander appeared on top of a small stone home with red tile shingles, and immediately ducked down to try and avoid being spotted. He glanced up and down the nearby stone street, and smiled widely at what he saw.

Bimboism was definitely widespread, as most of the women he saw had nearly head-sized boobs, their togas struggling to contain their curves.

He climbed down the wall into a window, freezing as he heard a woman's low chuckle. "You're a little late, I just finished getting dressed."

Vander turned to see a woman lounging on a divan, snacking on some grapes. Her massive tanned thighs took his gaze hostage, and he couldn't help but approach when she gestured.

She smiled brightly at him, standing up. "Please, take a seat," she said, patting where she had just been laying. After he had sat down, she tore off his pants, before sitting down on his lap, ass overflowing his lap, and tits pushing him backwards until he nearly lost his balance, only held on the divan by her body weight. "I'm sorry that you missed my window changing, I hope this makes it up to you."

Then the lady pushed herself down on Vander's already rock hard dick, and he struggled to not cum immediately. "Ough, thank you..." he managed to groan as she bounced up and down on him.

He succeeded for a few seconds, before filling her pussy with hot cum. "Aww, poor little boy, you must have been so pent up to cum so quickly," the lady cooed, climbing off of his sticky lap. "Why don't you go wash yourself in the bathhouse, and look for some proper clothes?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Vander said, climbing up and going in the direction she pointed. He dashed across the nearly empty street, no one seeming to care about him carrying his pants instead of wearing them.

He set his clothes aside and sank into the hot water, letting out a sigh of relief. Then he noticed several couples fucking around the edges of the bathhouse, partially obscured by columns. "This is so great, I can't wait to see how it keeps going," Vander sighed, washing himself off and climbing out of the water.

He dried himself with a towel provided by huge, buff man, wishing he'd looked like that. Then he found an unoccupied corner and disappeared in a flash of light.

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Vander appeared on the edge of a small field, watching a family work on their field. Or more specifically, the eldest daughter, whose tunic barely covered an ass that would struggle to fit in a normal sized doorway.

He ran ahead as she split off to head inside her family's small thatched home, ducking inside. "I've been waiting for you," he said with a smile.

Like he guessed, the bimbofication made her pounce on her base lust. "Oh please, I've been waiting longer for a man to show up," she said, moving in and pulling off her tunic, revealing cloth wrapped tightly around her rack. When she pulled the cloth off, her nearly torso-sized tits bounced freely, letting her gasp for breath.

Vander gaped for a moment. If girls were this big already, how huge would they be in 2165, when he came from? Then he tore his pants off and forced his dick into her pussy, clapping her giant cheeks with every thrust.

Her moans filled the one-room house they were in, and Vander sped up his thrusting, wanting to finish before someone came to investigate the moans.

He came into her right as her father came storming in, demanding to know what was happening, only to see his daughter orgasming as a flash of light disappeared behind her.

~

"I should've remembered to grab my clothes," Vander muttered as he glanced around the castle he'd appeared by. "Shouldn't these be obsolete by now?" he asked himself as he crept through hallways. "It's like the 1600s now."

He heard someone bustling through the hall, and he ducked behind the curtain, before peering out. The woman was wearing a very tight dress, her giant boobs threatening to bounce out of her corset.

"Oh hell yeah," Vander chuckled after she'd turned the corner, tapping on his wrist watch. "Time to go home and see how big the babes are in 600 years."

~

Vander flashed into existence in the street, and realized something was wrong immediately. Instead of the bright neon streets, all of the buildings looked really old. "Did I go to the historical district instead of my street?" he muttered, checking his phone. No signal.

"Aw, poor dear, did someone steal your clothes?" Vander heard someone say behind him, and turned to face a practical wall of boobs. He managed to look up at a face with big puffy lips, and then down at her dress, which only came up high enough to cover her nipples, her areolae still visible. It barely had a skirt, only a few inches long and barely covering any of her four-foot wide hips or ass. "Let me take you home."

~

Vander gasped for breath as he managed to pull his face out from between the woman's massive thighs. "Good boy," she purred. "So what was it you wanted to ask me earlier?"

"I-" Vander struggled to catch his breath. "What year is it?"

The woman gave him a jugemental look, pursing her big puffy lips. "2165, of course. Why?"

"What!? But you barely have electricity and cars! You should have flying cars and-"

"Wait, are you from the future?" The woman's eyes lit up as she interrupted him.

Vander was about to say no, and explain what had happened, before realizing that he probably shouldn't tell someone, even a very bimbofied woman, how he'd gone back to the stone age just to make everyone bimbos. "Um, maybe?"

"Ooh! Can you take me to the future?" The woman pulled him in close, his body trapped in her cleavage.

"I uh- it only works for one person."

The woman pouted. "What if we take it to the Academy of Science? I bet they could rework it."

"No, they probably couldn't, sorry."

"Can we at least try?" The woman put on her cutest face, and Vander couldn't help but agree to her request. To show her thanks, she tittyfucked him before they left.

~

As Brianna, he found out her name was, drove him to the Academy of Science, Vander took the time to glance around and see what he'd all changed in this world.

All the men he saw were beefy 7 foot hunks, and he felt tiny in comparison. His only solace was that he was probably a lot smarter than most of them.

Brianna told the receptionist, whose tits took up her entire desk, that Vander was from the future, and she squealed with excitement, calling down all the engineers and other people.

It seemed like a flood of women with fat tits and asses and a flood of hunks came in, asking so many overlapping questions and jostling Vander around.

A trio of women had pinned him between them with their racks, asking how he time traveled. He held up his watch, and one of them quickly stole it from him.

"Wait, no!" Vander tried to shove his way through the wall of big-booby women to grab it, reaching down to his pocket where he had a second vial of the bimbo virus. "I'll trade you this for-" he paused as his hand felt nothing in his pocket. He looked up to see the smug woman holding it.

"I figured the watch out!" She cheered, before popping the lid off of the vial and downing it.

Vander gaped, his dick hardening even further as her already strained crop top that resembled a lab coat exploded off of her. Her rack, already as big as the rest of her torso, swelled cup sizes every second, making her topple to the ground.

The seemingly impenetrable wall of supermodels disappeared as all of them rushed to the bimbo who'd stolen Vander's watch, and he watched as they all got hit by the bimbo virus, starting a giant orgy as the building's lobby started to feel cramped with all the growing bodies.

Then a hand reached out and pulled Vander in. He recognized the woman who'd stolen his watch. "Thank you... for this..." she purred, before her lips engulfed half of his face in a kiss.