BE Proud

Seriously, Jack? Bimbeaux Vineyards?

It's French, Twyla! It's just a homonym! But obviously it's a challenge to market it in English, so I need my best copywriter on the job!

Can we change the name entirely?

I doubt the client will go for that. But I'm sure you can come up with a solution! You always do! And it's an excuse to drink at work! For research!

That's not as much of an incentive for me as it is for you, Jack. I'm assuming you'll be finishing off the rest of it after I sample them?

Well, it'd be a shame to waste it! But please, sample as much as you need to in order to figure out how to sell it!

Yeah, whatever. I'll let you know.

***

Knock knock! How's my favorite copywriter?

Hey Jack! This Bimbeaux Vineyards stuff is really good! It's, like, really, really good!

That's marvelous, Twyla! It should be an easy sell, then!

You gotta try it!

Actually, I already have. The vineyard sent me several complimentary bottles. My wife absolutely loves the stuff!

I can't imagine anyone not liking it! <giggle> I got so many ideas for a marketing campaign! Oh! I should prob'ly write those down!

You should! But before you do, it's Bimbeaux Vineyards, plural. They actually grow several varietals. You should try all of them before deciding on a campaign.

Well, if I gotta, I gotta, right? <giggle> My boss said so!

I'll bring the other bottles. Take your time. This account could be huge! I want your best work!

Aye-aye, Cap'n! <giggle>

***

How's the campaign going, Twyla?

Oh hey, Jack! I dropped my glass an' it broke, so I'm jus' drinking it straight from the bottle. Is that okay? Cuz I'm drinking it straight from the bottle.... <giggle>

Oh, I think that's perfectly fine! Maybe we could even incorporate that into the marketing campaign! Wine so good you can drink it straight from the bottle!

Hey! Thas' not bad! I should write that down! <giggle> Where's my pen? It was, like, right here!

Oh! Is that it on the floor over there!

That's it! That's to'ally it! I'ma pick it up! But 'memer HR said you can't check out my ass when I bend ober!

I remember.

<snrt> I jus' joshin' you! You can look at my ass! <giggle> I don't know why I made sush a big deal but of it las' year!

Well that's very generous of you, Twyla! And I must say, your ass has gotten more generous too!

<giggle> Yeah, iss kinda weird! I'm getting curvier alla sudden! I hadta take off my bra cuz it was, like, squishing my boobs! And my hair keeps getting longer too! Is that weird? I think maybe that's weird. <giggle>

It's a little weird, but also kind of fun! You look great, Twyla!

OMG! Thas so nice of you to say, Jack! <giggle> I feel, like, amazing!

That's great, Twyla! Oops! Now I dropped my pen!

Thas' alright! I got it, boss! <giggle>

You most certainly do, Twyla! Thank you! I'll leave you to your copywriting! Oh, Bimbeaux Vineyards sent another varietal they want to include in the campaign! You don't mind sampling another bottle, do you?

Course not! Ima pr'fessional! <snrt>

You certainly are!

***

It's quitting time, Twyla! Are you still working on the Bimbeaux Vineyards campaign?

Huh? Oh... campaign. Right... This bottle's gotta really long neck, right? I kinda like it. It feels good in my hand. I, like, can slide my hand up an' down and up and down... <giggle> That could be part of the ad campaign, maybe. A pretty model with big boobs rubbing her hand up and down the bottle. So hot... Is really hot in here, you know?

I'm certainly feeling warm.

Yeah, you look like yer hot! <giggle> My hot boss! Oh God, I shzn say that! I think I my be a lizl bit drunk!

You're cute when you're drunk, Twyla!

<giggle>You're cute when I'm drunk, Jack! <snrt>

Hey! That's a great slogan, Twyla! Bimbeaux Vineyards: You're cute when I'm drunk! Absolutely brilliant copy!

<giggle> I'm a fucking genius!

You certainly are!

"Yer cutes when I'm drunsh!"I should to'ally write that down...

Oh, it's memorable enough I'm sure we'll both be able to write it down. Right now, we should go celebrate! I'm sure the client is going to love it!

Yay! <giggle> I LOVE the clent! Bimbeaux Vineyards is the bes'!

So, you're a member of the Bimbeaux fan club?

I'ma Bimbeaux Bimbo! <snrt>

You certainly are! And you're entirely too drunk to get home on your own! But since you got drunk as part of your work duties, I can take you to a hotel on the company credit card!

Thas' awesome! <giggle>

***

How do I look?

You look as tasty as a glass of Bimbeaux Vineyards wine, Twyla!

Thas' really tasty! <giggle> Thank you for my pressent! Yer the bess bost ebzer!

Oh, you deserve it after how hard you worked today, Twyla! You totally worked your brains out with this ad campaign!

I to'ally worked my brains out! <snrt> An' I turned into a drunk bimbo! <giggle>

An absolutely adorable drunk bimbo!

I'm cute when you're drunk! <giggle> No, wait...tha' wuzn the thing, wuz it? I'm drunk when I'm cute? Wuz that it? Or wuz it I'm drunk cuz yer cute? Yer really cute and I'm really drunk, Jack!

You're horny when you're drunk, Twyla. And I'm horny when you're drunk, too!

We're bof horny when I'm drunk! <giggle> Maybe tha' should be the slogan? <giggle>

We'll definitely run it past the client! It certainly rings true!

Yeah, cuz I'm, like, really fucking drunk and really fucking horny! <snrt> Are you gonna fuck me, Jack, or do yous gotta go home to yer wifey?

Actually, I knew I might be working late, tonight, so my wife is at her sister's place having a threeway with my brother-in-law.

Really? <snrt> Gawd, thas' so hot! I mean, if you don' mind yer wife fuckin' yer bruzerlaw!

Oh, I don't mind. He's who introduced me to Bimbeaux Vineyards, so really, he earned it.

Really? <giggle> Maybe I should fuck him then!

Probably. But I'm first in the queue!

<GIGGLE!!!>

Good morning! Have you heard the Good news?

You mean about us living in a computer simulation that can be hacked into with simple electronics if you know the pass code? YES! I heard! Completely mind-blowing, isn't it?

No, that's not... why are you pointing that at us.

Because I have the pass code, silly!

☆<click>☆

Oh my!

<giggle> We're bimbo bunny girls!

Come on in, ladies! I want to share the better news!

There's better news? <giggle>

Yes! I used this on my cock before you got here.

In fact, her attitude had improved so much that now she didn't even mind me spending so much time online. Thankfully, that's what turned me onto Bimbotech. They offered some meditative audios of their own, but the effects promised to do more than just relax and destress. And since I knew the Bluetooth password for mom's headphones, I figured I would introduce these new ones to her. She'd sit on the couch and decompress like she always did. And without disturbing her, I'd swap one audio for another. If I thought she was zoned out before, now it felt like this new stuff just melted her brain all together!

It was incredible just how relaxed she'd become. Almost like she was in a total trance most of the time. It didn't matter how much of an uptight bossy bitch she was. She would just pop on the headphones and Boom! Not a thought in her pretty head. No stress. No worries. No minding when I bossed her around instead. Just total relaxed obedience. After a few weeks, I finally told her about the audio switch to Bimbotech. Before, she would've been so pissed that I messed with her headphones. But instead, she was amazed. The audio worked so well that when I mentioned Bimbotech also sold specialized vitamins, she couldn't order them fast enough.

After a few more weeks, she says she feels like a whole new person! She doesn't have to worry or think about anything. She just does what I say. She takes her vitamins each morning and listens to the audios every day. With a little extra of both if she starts thinking too much. Like whenever she catches me jerking off to her while she's changing or when she's zoning out. She'll just remember to relax and enjoy it.

"Baby? Like... is something different? Hehe."

"What do you mean, Mommy?"

"I dunno. I'm like, totally hawt and good all the time. Hehe! But I don’t member if I was, like, before or whatever? And I'm your mommy. You're not sposed to, like, feel me up by my hawt bubble butt or my huge tiddies. Are you?"

"You're so silly, Mommy. You forget you're so hot because you don't think. Bimbos like you aren't supposed to think. Remember what your headphones say?"

"Ohhh. Hehehehe! I like...forgot or somethin. Mmm. My headphones are so hot~"

"That's alright. I guess you'll need to use them a little more today."

"Yaaaaay! Hehehehe!"

So, yeah, turns out the goddess of the ancient fertility cult I had been researching is very much still around. She just hadn't had any worshipers in a while. While I would never denigrate a gift from the Goddess, I think she might have gone a little overboard with my rewards! All I did was perform a little chant with some burning herbs and a few strategically placed candles and now look at me! If you can believe it, I was a B cup before all of this with, frankly, no ass to speak of. And now I have bigger boobs than everyone in my grad school class combined! With a perfect hourglass figure to go along with it.

If the situation weren't so dire, restraints chafing at your wrists and ankles, the incongruity of it all might actually be a little exciting. There were only two things left that you could recognize in your mousy, nerdy roommate. Her frizzy, brown hair had straightened and lengthened, changing to platinum blonde all the way down to the roots. Her lips had plumped and softened into a natural pout. Where she had been almost painfully skinny before, a layer of pleasant softness now padded her out, thickening her thighs, widening her hips, and rounding out her ass in a way that would win a plastic surgeon an award.

The biggest change, however, were her breasts. No, her tits. Calling them breasts didn't feel appropriate anymore, now that Charlene had become "Cherry". They were gigantic. Lacking any kind of sag, they stuck out straight from her chest, almost perfectly spherical, and each one was easily larger than her own head. They had just enough give to bob up and down slightly as Cherry moved about her workstation. They were hypnotic to watch and, the longer you looked at them, the more you could swear they were still growing. They bulged out of her labcoat, now far too small to close, and that only left her round glasses, glinting in the cold, fluorescent light, as proof that the bombshell in front of you was once your quiet, shy roommate.

Cherry giggled, something you had never heard her do before, as she sauntered towards you, notebook in hand. Her wide hips swayed with each step and she popped just a bit on the balls of her feet, enough to make her breasts bounce enticingly. The table on which you're laid out creaked as she rested her gargantuan tits on the edge of them, looking at you with a sultry gaze. Milk began to trickle out from her exposed nipples, areolas taut and flat. A single hand extended towards you, the nails now long and permanently pink, and traced a lazy shape on your exposed chest. Gentle coos and cruel chuckles bubbled out of her as she watched you squirm.

"I don't know why you're so upset! You're on the brink of new science! This is the cutting edge, something no one has ever been able to test before!"

Slowly, Cherry walked her two fingers up the length of your chest towards your neck, trailing along the side of your neck and your cheek before ending with her fingers pressed against your forehead.

"It's not entirely clear why this deviation from the usual bimbofying process occurred. My best guess is that, given my previous intellectual capabilities, the virus was capable of not completely consuming my brain and, instead, enhancing it! Much like the rest of me."

Her now naturally glossy pink lips glistened as she dragged her tongue over them, her eyes fluttering behind her glasses. A deep moan rose from within her chest. The flow of milk intensitified.

"But now we come to the question: what will happen when I pass on the virus? If it's a mutation to the virus, then any future bimbos created by me will have the same attributes: enhanced attractiveness, incessant arousal, and dangerously increased intellect. But, if it was specific to the circumstances of my infection, then any further progeny from me would change like any other bimbo. And you are going to help me find out!"

With dexterity that really shouldn't be surprising by now, Cherry leapt into the air and landed on you, straddling your waist with her thick thighs. Her hands slid along your chest as she leaned forward, lowering herself over you. Milk ran in tiny rivulets down the curve of her breast before splattering against your bare skin. You couldn't help a gasp as you felt her massive, firm, round tits press against you. Finally, she stopped, face inches from yours, a cascade of golden hair cutting both of you off from the outside world.

"Just relax, cutie. You'll either become a genius bimbo like me or you'll be a happy, horny bimbo like all the others. Who knows? Maybe you'll become an entirely new kind of bimbo! But, no matter what happens, I'll make sure you feel so fucking good."

Cherry's hips began to roll and grind against you and, as her moan coiled like a spring inside her, her lips locked against yours. Any protest you might have made was quickly silenced. The virus quickly set to work. Pink haze settled over your mind and arousal spread like wildfire through every inch of your body. Still perched on top of you, Cherry pulled out her notepad and began taking furious notes, observing you as the changes took hold.

"What's happening to you, cutie? Tell me. And, remember, this is for posterity so be honest. How do you feel?"

Pleasure wracked your back and your chest thrust forward, breasts budding there as a howling moan, higher pitched than any moan you've made before, burst out of you. The light gleamed off of Cherry's glasses. Her lips spread into a wide grin.

"Go ahead hot stuff, paint my chest with your thick seed! 😛😍"

*Splort Splort Splooooort*

I massaged the generous amount into my tits, knowing full well that you had been infected by the growth-cum virus, moaning in anticipation of the coming growth

"Sorry it's not as much as I usually come," you said, " I jerked off twice earlier...."

"Nonsense, you come way more than my ex ever did!! Besides, I think I'm starting to.... 😧" I moaned suddenly

*GROOOOWWWWWWWW*

"So my big sis has been outta town for a few days now, you must be super pent up, huh? 😘"

Ever since you and my sister had started dating, I had seen in real time as you turned her into a mega-titted bimbo, it wasn't fair! 😩 But after awhile she forced you into using condoms all the time so that she couldn't get too big.... Perfect time for me to swoop me 😏

"Look how small these boobs are! Don't you think they'd look soooo much better if they were bigger? 🥵 Come on, at least one cup size! You could just wipe a little on them after you cum!"

*One Day Later*

"See what I mean! They look great, and they feel even better! 😘😜"

"I know what you're trying to do," you said, "But I can't do this again, she'll already be suspicious!"

I smiled, slowly moving toward you, "Hmmm, you say that, but I bet if I just...."

*PLOP*

"See? You didn't even protest as I started massaging your dick between these beautiful breasts 😈😘"

*One More Day Later*

"Good morning sleepyhead!! My sister's never gonna forgive you now, so you might as well start dating me right? 😜"

*BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE*

"Don't worry, unlike her I'll let you make me as big as you want! So I guess what I'm saying is.... You ready for another round? 😍"

Spending $20,000 in university grands on plastic surgery would normally be grounds for expulsion. For Danielle, however, it was an important part of her thesis. Going 'undercover', so to speak, to explore how one's standing in society changes in relation to their conformation to beauty standards was how she sold it to her doctoral professor and she did a good enough job to get them to agree. There was a small part of her that was looking forward to larger breasts, but she pushed those thoughts aside. This was for her education and for posterity! It was entirely selfless.

One surgery and 800ccs later, Danielle stepped out in the world to see how the world would react to her new size. The changes are quickly apparent. People looked at her chest a lot more than they did when she had little A cups, first and foremost, but she didn't see some of the pernicious attitudes that she had expected. More than anything, people were just nicer to her. They wanted her attention and, often, that came in the form of assistance with whatever she might need. The changes were stark but, truth be told, a little disappointing. "People are nice to prettier people" isn't exactly the hard hitting journalistic revelation that she was hoping for. So, in an act of desperation, Danielle tried to put her thumb in the scale.

Another surgery brought her up to nearly 2000ccs. She threw in a few lip filler injections for good measure and completely revamped her makeup. Her wardrobe was redesigned to put as much emphasis on her big, fake breasts as possible. If there were any pockets of rampant discrimination, by God, she'd find them. And the extra size was unrelated to the amount of time she'd spend in the shower, just rubbing her slippery, soapy hands over her firm bust.

Unfortunately for Danielle, all this seemed to do was make people nicer and more adamant about taking care of her. People would walk her places, carry her things, even help her make decisions when she was feeling confused. She had resisted it before but now, with her new size and her eagerness to see the investigation to the end, she let them. The more she outsourced her thinking, the less she had to do for herself. Moments when she sat down to write her notes felt dull and boring. She ought to get someone else to do that instead so she could have more time investigating! More time bouncing her boobies and showing them off to anyone who would look. Her mind started to warp from lack of use and her focus shifted towards her bust. More and more, her big fake tits became the center of her personality and her appearance. Her doctoral program was all but forgotten. The descent into bimbohood was swift ab giggly, but by the time she pumped herself up to 3000ccs of cheap, sloshing saline, there was no going back.

The good news, though, is that without thinking, Dani was so much happier than she had ever been. And she had so many new friends with big strong hands and big, well, other things. She barely had to lift a finger.

"I'm wanting to be in the research department. I'm very passionate about some of the issues you all are researching, and want to do my part to help." You reply, trying to keep your focus on the woman's face. She was beautiful, but her bust was nothing compared to the secretary outside, but it was much more visible...

"Yes, we research many health issues here at InscuTech, which one did you mean?" She deftly undid a button as she took off his glasses.

"l-- uhm, it's one I personally suffer from... It was recently taken on after a diagnosis in Europe, you know..." You blushed, "the hyperspermia with the conjunction hypergenitals." You said meekly, feeling your python stir in your loins.

"I see, well, the doctorate is good, and your record is spotless, but uh, I was wondering if you wanted to be a researcher or just a test subject or something." She leaned forward the modest crevasse of cleavage enough to start getting you going.

"I thought it would, erm, be obvious but my credentials that I would want to be a researcher." You felt your cock start to harden from your teasing, and unfortunately it was pointed up, the head pushing against the top of your jeans.

"Yea, but if you suffer from the condition, it would be much more helpful if we could study you, maybe we could even get a sample while you're here." The undid a few more buttons while maintaining eye contact. There was nothing you could do. You unbuckled your belt and open your fly to your meat could billow out to tower over you. She looked amazed.

"It's been a couple days and they haven't stopped growing, I've gained 30 pounds, and all I can think about is your cum. Is that normal?" her follow up text read.

You were normally a good texter, but it was a while before you responded, because the text and the pic made you so horny you had to get off immediately.

"That's not normal." You finally sent back, "Do you want to blow me again?" you asked

"We're not supposed to. I think it said 'only take when side effects have subsided'. And we're both definitely still feeling it." You replied, rubbing her belly. You glanced down at your own swollen balls, stiull very senstive.

"Yea, so that means if we take it again, it'll be even better!" she replied, moving closer so she could caress you. You shivered. "Bigger balls means bigger loads means a bigger wifey~" she teased.

"You're not worried about your tits getting too big?" You moaned, quickly getting harder as she pushed a pill to your lips.

You came, and now four women were growing.

Suckling, growing. Lactating, growing. Cumming, growing.

The first woman's tits spread across the floor, the woman drinking from her doing the same, tits fattening, bodies thickening. The second woman's tits were growing, and helping another pair of women grow, but her thighs were stealing the show, pinning her to floor before she knew it, fat pillars of flesh pushing each other apart. A third woman now took your cock deep into her mouth, desperate for growth, the make others fatten.

You came, and now seven women were growing.

The first woman's tits were now pushing others aside. The woman suckling from her were struggling to stay attached, their own fat bodies making it hard to move. The second woman's legs were so massive, so thick, so fat. The two suckling from her straddled and ground against them, the supple flesh getting them where they were going. The third woman was rapidly growing massive, faster than anyone else. The two suckling from her were growing fatter faster. Too Fat, Too Fast. There was no such thing?

Sam was practically on autopilot, making her way back to the same clearance rack in the same store for the same suit in the same size as last year and the year before that. Her process had become so routine that she didn't even bother to try anything on first and it was only when she dutifully tried it on for the approval of her friends on Instagram she realized something was off, she was bigger. It wasn't by much but it was noticeable, Sam was spilling out of her top for the first time maybe ever? The validation post forgotten, she immediately made her way back to the mall to exchange for a larger size.

As the summer rolled by; Sam, still stunned by how much she now filled out the new cups was further shocked to realize her newfound growth never really stopped. With each passing week and at every other gathering, the conversation would turn briefly, at least once, to how much more cleavage Sam was sporting than someone remembered her having previously. By the middle of August, her excitement and anticipation of being noticed slowly gave way to anxiety and self consciousness as Sam began to decline end of season invitations to avoid pushing her luck in a suit that was still rapidly shrinking on her body. There was no point in buying a bigger suit for just another week or two, she just had to make it to Labour Day.

To Sam's relief, a cold front swept in early and settled long enough to put a definitive end to the hot weather. Cold weather also brought with it bulky sweaters that Sam embraced as her bust's steady expansion continued long after her tan had faded. She was no longer one of the "bigger girls", no, she now found herself among the biggest girls and she didn't know if it would even stop there. The Ds she started the summer with seemed like adorable memories now, even the Fs she struggled to keep covered by summer's abrupt end were manageable enough with the right towel for coverage. Sam's now H cup breasts hung heavily on her chest, pale areolas spreading even wider now than when they first refused to stay reliably concealed in July. She only knew one girl now who was still bigger at a J but Sam knew Liv also had 4 inches in height and good 65lbs on her.

"How long is it until the next town!?" The cup size increase status effect had already rendered her over encumbered. Reaching the next town was going to be a crawl rather than a mad dash, much to her dismay.

"Uuuggghhh... They're so leaky and heavy..." She lamented. "I had better milk them to keep my carry weight down..." Little did she know, the potency of the bovine aspect curse accelerates exponentially if the breast tissue is stimulated through lactation. If she wasn't careful, she'd be rendered immobile.

"Hhhnnnggg... W-Why does it feel sooo.... Sooo goood...." Her hands plunged greedily into her pillowy breasts, spurts of thick creamy milk shot from her engorged nipples. She watched helplessly as her bust line creeped forward, her boobs straining harder and harder against the cursed top.

"T-Too tight..." She grimaced as the cursed top dug itself into her swelling tits. "I-I can't hold back!" It was too late, her lactation had become self sustaining, the cursed top refused to yield against her ballooning breast tissue. What had moments ago been spurts of milk was now a steady stream, the milk pooling at her feet.