What are you reading? Words. WOrds? WORDS! age 30 minor dni

They drowned out the sound around her so perfectly that it was easy to get immersed in whatever she was playing. There was an odd white noise that bothered her at first, but the donator said that it was just one of the features to deafen her to everything else. By the end of the first hour, she didn't even notice.

Luna did feel hot, though. The matches were intense today, which must have been what gotten her so warmed up. The insults she received seemed to bother her more today, and she felt that angry heat down in her belly. So, she decided to go ahead and take off her sweater, making sure not to remove the headphones.

A little while later, the gamer girl was still sweating. Dampness matted her thin t-shirt to her skin amd seemed to soak the shorts she had on. So, Luna decided to ditch those next. She really wanted to lock in, despite all the dirty, nasty things the boys were calling her in the chat.

Another hour went by, and she was really bothered now. Luna was so mad at those jerks injecting such filth into her head. She was positively soaked in sweat. Her nipples stuck out of her shirt prominently, and her panties were soaked. It was so uncomfortable that she kept rubbing her pussy to pull the material from her slit. It was soooo distracting. It was severely affecting her performance, too.

So, she decided to take a quick break to change clothes. Luna grabbed a super cute swimsuit one of her followers had sent that she'd never put on because it was kinda slutty, but it just felt right for the occassion. Her headphones, of course, never moved from her head. She needed to hear what those annoyingly sexy-voiced men were calling her. For motivation. Yeah.

Refreshed and back in her chair, she noticed that her streaming numbers were really high right then. Must be because she was having such an intense session. Ugh, they were being dirty boys in the chat, too. She giggled at the naughty language.

On she played, getting worse and worse, but being less and less bothered by it, now. It was okay. The failing gamer realized now that she was just a dumb girl trying to play a boy's game. The guys kept telling her so.

And it was so hard to play with her pussy gushing like that. She kept having to readjust the swimsuit, and it was just so darn hard to move her slutty fingers away from her soaked slit. Eventually, she just stopped trying.

Luna kept at it, though, playing with just one hand. She died. A lot. She was such a stupid whore. That's what they kept saying. A fucking slag, a filthy cumdump, a brainless skank. It was all so true, and it made her moan.

The guys in the hame had ganged up on her now. They kept telling her what a filthy bitch she was, how idiotic it was for her to be playing games when her hands and holes should be full of cock. They were soooooo right!

Luna pulled the swimsuit crotch tight against her clit. She was gonna cum. Gonna cum like the bimboslut she was. Gonna cum for all the sexy boys calling her such sweet pet names. Whispering hot truths to her through her lovely new headphones.

When Luna finally exploded, what little was left of her brains sprayed out of her folds. Her voice, higher and bresthier now, co tinued moaning, begging them to call her more names. She loved it so much.

GITJ Post 333: A Saturday at Melissa's, p8 (6pm, Lakshmi)

“Hi there,” I said, watching his eyes go wide and his mouth drop seeing me, standing there in Melissa’s downstairs bathroom, my leggings pulled down past my bottom. Instead of screaming and panicking like I would have done just three months ago if a boy walked in on me changing, I just stood there. I was calm, and I let him look at me. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was proud of my body, and how it was changing, what it was becoming.

“Oh my god I’m s-sorry!” he blurted, but I stopped him with a word as he moved to close the door again.

“No, stop,” I said, and immediately he did. He froze in his tracks for me. “It is okay, I am just changing.” I stood there longer, I did not move. His eyes went back to my behind, I watched him, and I smiled. “You can stay and watch if you want.”

“y-yeah no…I was just trying to…but I don’t have a suit…” The poor thing sounded confused and lost. He obviously needed someone to help him again, but even after what we had done together this week, he was still shy.

“You were trying to find a place to change, too?” I asked patiently. He nodded, and I knew I should not laugh. I could barely believe that this was Dr. J, my boss for these past years, and this was me. And it had come to be like this. He was like a little boy who just walked in on his mommy’s friend in the bathroom. He looked so embarrassed. “Why don’t you go find the other ladies, they are in the pool. They can help.”

He looked at me - not my bum, haha, but in my eyes in the mirror this time - and left. He had listened to me. Good boy. 

We were going swimming! Like many of the others, I had not known this house had an indoor pool and did not come prepared. But after a few glasses of afternoon wine from the cellar we figured it would be fun! With Dr. J, now awake and fed I had the chance to pick out an old swimsuit of Melissa’s from the stash we had found in storage, in the basement. Her mom had kept bins of them from Melissa’s teen years. I chose a pretty blue one-piece that looked like it might fit around my bust (now that I am so much bigger up there than I was haha) but oh my goodness the buttttt….

…

“C’mon in Lakshmi we’re teaching him to swim..!”

It was so nice, Melissa’s mother’s house. I mean, my family’s home was nice too, my father had made good money since coming to the United States. But it was not like this, not this big, not this modern and elegant. And we certainly did not have an indoor pool! Melissa’s mother must be very wealthy and successful to afford this house, much more so than my father. She kept everything perfect and beautiful, and this pool area was not an exception. It was a large, glassed-in enclosure, with plants and furniture and nice lighting. A big rock formation took up one part of one wall, bringing an earthy, natural vibe to the whole environment . It was warm, even in November, and above the chlorine I could sense the girls had already filled it with our perfumes. Melissa hadn’t arrived yet - she said she would be coming with Shanette when they were done shopping - but there were many of us here already, both on the pool deck relaxing, sitting on the pool’s edge, and in the water itself. 

I smiled in greeting at the group drinking wine in the lounge chairs as I made my way into the big indoor pool room. I caught myself laughing, seeing it. Some girls were on the pool deck, relaxing, but Josie, Randi and the two desk girls Bobbi and Brittni had Dr. J in the pool, in the deeper end. They were…giving him swimming lessons? 

“He says he used to be able to swim?” Brittni said. She was wearing a brief yellow bikini. “But look-“

I took my first step into the pool and watched as Brittni, who had been holding Dr. J under the armpits, pushed him away from her. She was in water shallow enough for her to stand, but apparently too deep for Dr. J. He had become smaller, recently, the poor thing, while Brittni and Bobbi were each probably 5’8” at this point., just like me. We all watched as he started to flounder, beating awkwardly at the water with his hands and arms. I felt my own heart flutter in a protective reflex, and took another two quick steps down the pool stairs, but he was quickly rescued by Bobbi, who took him underneath the arms again. Her bikini matched her friend’s; the two looked nearly like twins, and their hair looked darker than I remembered.

“Tell Lakshmi what you told us,” called Randi, who was treading water in the deepest area of the pool. Her smile was really big, really white. She looked to be wearing a black bikini, big breasts buoyant. 

Now secure in Bobbi’s arms, Dr. J looked sheepishly over at me as I slowly waded into the water. “Y-yeah I used to be able to, but now I can’t…” he said, his voice so delightfully reticent, like an embarrassed little boy.

“Yeah he’s lost the ability to swim,” Randi purred, in her smoky voice. 

Coos and clucks greeted that, coming from all over the big warm room. “That’s sooo adorable, isn’t it?” burst Aubrey, who was sitting on the pool’s edge, quiet to this point. Her long legs kicked lazily into the water, and a black one-piece clung to her surprisingly dramatic, elegant curves. She looked at Dr. J with a warm, protective gaze that made me feel a nice attachment to her. In response, Dr. J had hid his face, tucking his chin to his chest.

Oooo!

Was he giving us the impression that he was a weak, vulnerable man on purpose? Did he want to look like someone who needed the protection of women? The way he clung to Bobbi’s arms, a young bosomy girl who held him out of the water for his safety, certainly made it seem that way. Maybe it was our perfumes that were doing this to him, or maybe he wanted us to pamper and parent him like a crowd of swimsuit aunties. Because if that was what he was trying to get us to do…he was doing a pretty good job of it!

“Let’s see him try again, He’s so cute when he struggles,” <video link, sound on!> Katie said, leaning over the pool in her blue bikini. I watched his eyes go up to her, from down below in the pool. He looked stunned, and I could not blame him. She is so pretty, with her blonde hair and makeup perfect even on a casual night like this. All the girls, in fact, looked amazing. I could not believe these were my friends. “Go ahead, sweetie, try to swim,” she urged, “you’re going to do great.”

I watched, we all watched, as Bobbi held him, and then talked gently in his ear, readying him to try to paddle across the pool again. Brittni held her arms out, expectant. “Come on, little guy, come on…” she cooed, “Come to Brittni.”

Another chorus of ‘awwwwwws..!’ came from the group of us as he tried the best he could to doggie-paddle his way to the curvy dark-haired girl. He panted and struggled, and after Brittini took a step or two closer, he finally reached her. We all cheered.

“Yayyyy..!” 

“So good, sweetie!”

“Oh my gosh you’re swimming!”

“Maybe we should get him some floaties,” drawled Amelia, who was inspecting her nails at the pool’s edge, seated on a lounger. 

Everyone watched, and chatted, and talked and drank wine and I joined in on the lesson, helping him when he needed to stay afloat. From time to time he would cling to me. His little muscles would tire from all the exercise, and I held him so he could have a rest. His skin felt so good against mine and I could feel his ribs press against my breasts. I made sure to talk gently to him, as I could tell he was still embarrassed. At one point I let him go, to hold onto the wall in the shallow end so I could take a glass of wine from Katie, who offered me one from across the pool.

“That suit look sooo nice on you, Kiki,” Josie complimented me...

”The color is really pretty? That nice blue?” said Bobbi.

”Don’t you think so Dr J?” asked Brittni. 

I could feel his eyes on my bottom as I was reaching for the wine glass. My butt had gotten so big that I knew it must be bursting out the behind. Melissa had been a curvy teen, I am sure, but my butt was obviously way bigger than hers when she fit into this suit! Dr. J was having a hard time looking away from me, but soon his attention was torn elsewhere. Looking up, I saw that Katarina was at the glass door which led from the main living area's great room into the pool. Someone had maybe locked it and she was knocking, and pressing her big boobs into the glass, trying to get in. A big smile was on her face, and her breasts looked enormous in a bikini of midnight blue, pancake-squashed up against the slider. “Let me in..!” she called, voice muffled by the glass. She then planted a big kiss on the floor-to-frame pane.

“Haha okay okay hold on you impatient Polish milf!” said Randi as Katarina pulled away a bit, leaving a huge pucker lipstick mark where her kiss had been, “Those milkers might just bust right through!” Randi had moved to unlock the door and finally Katarina stepped back, to allow it to slide open. Two big, moist mammary-marks remained for a moment, before slowly fading.

“Oh my god Katarina look at you!” Josie laughed, as she stared at the blonde’s overly ample chest.The tall, Eastern European woman stepped into the pool area, sliding the door closed behind her.

“Sorry, I had call husband, at home,” Katarina said, apologizing for having stepped away, “He nervous with babies.”  She was thin, but as a new, nursing mother her breasts were humongous and she knew it “Yes Josephine, I pump earlier. I fill all bottles I bring. But look, so swollen again! It like they know someone hungry.”

I could not help but look over at Dr. J who, from the side of the pool, starred up in awe at Katarina. The poor thing. We all know how he is, and being surrounded by a bevy of us like this must be so hard on him. Everywhere he turned there was something or someone curvy. His employees, his assistants, his secretaries and helpers, here in weekend mode, relaxed and casual and all in swimsuits must have been quite the test. 

Brittni and Bobbi, in fact, looking like twin sisters in their matching bikinis, were moving back across the pool to him. It was cute, watching his eyes bulge, and then them squish him between themselves…

Maybe it was all the wine, or something in the air, but the girls (myself included haha!) were all being so affectionate with him. And the best thing? He was letting us! It was like he had given in, relaxed, and just let himself enjoy the attention. There was no sense of jealousy among us, there was no thought that we were doing something we shouldn’t. Melissa loved us, she loved him, we all loved one another. There was a new feeling of family that had grown strong and warm. I watched him smile awkwardly, sandwiched between the B-girls, and felt my heart open tenderly. He is ours to protect and care for, I could feel it, and we could do such a good job!

The girls played with him in the water some more, giggling, and Josie and I sat together in the hot tub and poured each other wine. Josie was making fun of how frizzy my hair got, around the pool -

- so mean haha! After some time there was a buzz in the air - an actual buzz! - and we could tell Melissa was soon to arrive. We all became giddy and when she appeared in the doorway, the glass sliding open, many of us gasped

She was so beautiful.

“Oh good, Mommy’s home!” Josie sang. 

She stepped in, casual as can be somehow, even as all eyes were drawn magnetically to her. Looking tall, taller than I ever remember seeing her from my seat in the tub, she was absolutely the queen in this castle. If all the girls looked pretty in their swimsuits, Melissa was no less than a bikini goddess built of pure curves that boggled minds. She strode in wearing ribbed swim top of navy blue with a thin, white towel around her womanly hips, ready to swim. Her legs were long, shapely and muscular, her waist and abdominals trimly and impossibly fit.

“Jesus Missy, look at you,” Amelia said, uncharacteristically stunned. Melissa’s curves, her musculature, her long limbs and perfect skin seemed to call to mind something more than human. 

“Wow Miss,” Katie said, echoed by Randi. Others - Aubrey, Katarina, the B-girls and myself - were speechless. How could a human be so perfect? 

Melissa smiled and her eyes sparkled in the dim light, but that was all the acknowledgment she gave us. She seemed focused on one thing. “How’s my baby?” she spoke, eyes on Dr. J where he was held up in the far end of the pool by Brittni and Bobbi. As Melissa slowly stepped in, towards the pool steps, her gaze was fixed the whole time. 

“We measured him today,” Josie called out from beside me, “he’s lost a couple more inches.”

We watched as, casually, Melissa loosened the towel and let it drop from her hips to the floor, just before the steps. Some of us gasped again as now she was fully on display, with brief bikini bottoms baring bountiful hips. From our angle in the hot tub, Josie and I had a view of her bottom, which was huge and magnificent. 

“Is that right, sweetie?” Melissa asked him, as her first toes entered the water, “You got measured?”

“Yeah puppy tell her how tall you are now,” Randi spoke, as she walked over towards us, approaching the hot tub. ‘Puppy’? That was a new term. I liked it!

Eyes in the room were now on Dr. J, still held up between the B-girls, their big breasts squashed into either side of him. His jaw was ajar, and his eyes glazed. 

“C’mon spill it,” Amelia groaned, feigning her typical disinterest but brilliant blue eyes full of intelligence. We all felt it, how primal this moment was. “Tell us all your height., we forget. And Missy needs to know.”

Melissa started to wade into the pool taking one step and then another as she slowly walked towards him. Her eyes were gleaming now and still locked on his, keeping his gaze with her crooked smile. But she didn’t say a word, letting us urge him to speak. 

“Tell her, Dr. J,” Aubrey teased. 

“Yeah sweetie it’s okay,” I heard myself say.

“I’m 4'10”,” he blurted, voice cracking adorably but carrying enough for Melissa to hear. Her smile widened as we all sighed, and then deepened as she began to close the distance between them. The water parted for her, making way as her large body pushed waves to ripple across the pool’s surface. Three-plus feet of water came barely up to her bottom, but every step she took brought her deeper. 

Just then, aside me, Josie spoke up.  “ooooooo and chocolate mommy too!”

“‘Chocolate Mommy?’” said Shanette, who had just stepped into the room, “for real?” Greetings were called out, and Shanette slid the door closed behind herself, sealing us all in once again. She, too, was in a swimsuit, and had breasts that rivaled Katarina’s in size. She said hellos, smiling at us each as she set a new bottle of wine down on a poolside table. Then she looked at Dr. J, still in the B-girls’ arms. The platinum blonde Katie had drifted alongside them. “So it looks like someone here has a little harem, doesn’t he?” Shanette asked. 

That brought a titter of giggles from the girls in the pool, hands brushing his thin chest. 

“A harem, hm?” Melissa purred, one brow cocked as she still approached the little group in the deeper water, closing the distance slowly, “Who else is coming?”

“Oh, a few more people, I forget,” Josie answered, “We invited most everyone.”

“Angie? Cici?” someone asked.

“Does they even still work here?” Randi posited. It was an honest question; no one could remember seeing them, recently though in fact neither had missed a day of work,, “Who’s Cici again?” Some had even forgotten their names.

“Well, you have lots of girls tonight,” Melissa concluded, “What a lucky little man.” She sounded amused, tolerant, advancing on them. From behind her I watched as she took a moment to gather up her thick dark hair, pinning it up. I admired the musculature of her back and shoulders. “Well, that’s nice honey, I’m glad all my friends are here,” she said, having come close enough to reach out to him, “but Wifey’s home now.”

The girls all giggled again. 

”Come here,” she purred, a deep satisfaction in her voice as the B-girls gently let him go, as Melissa’s hands reached under his thin arms and took him from their curvy bodies, “Mommy wants to say hello to daddy.”

We all, fixated, cooed and clucked our approval, watching Melissa bring him to herself, as the girls stepped back. She tucked him onto her side, settling him on her left hip, smiling tenderly. He found his legs curled around her waist underwater, his arms thrown about her long, graceful neck above. Their gazes were locked into each other, and the moment was so romantic! She started to slowly walk him around the pool.

“Oh, Missy, this is so adorable,” someone said. 

It gave all of us a deep satisfaction to see them together, like all was right again in the world. Something in the air -  not just the warm water - heated our blood, brought pleasure to us. His erection pushed into her side; it was like we could all feel it. 

“Mmmm what are you wearing, honey?” we heard her purr. Her eyes were heavy lidded, enjoying the moment herself. 

“I, uh, didn’t have a suit…” he answered sheepishly. 

“We let him swim in his boxers,” Aubrey offered. 

“Yeah he was too shy to go naked,” Randi said. 

“Oh we can fix that,” Melissa smiled, and then pressed her lips firmly against his own.

We saw as the surprise almost caused him to recoil but Melissa’s lips seemed to draw him in. They engulfed his mouth and took hold of his face. She was in charge of their kissing, it was easy to see, and he passively allowed her to swallow him down into it. He looked blissful, held and kissed by his lover, and it made my thighs shiver imagining what they both must be feeling. He didn’t even notice as they lazily walked to the shallows, up the stairs and then back down into the attached hot tub, to be bathed in the warmth of it with Josie and me. We cooed to them in greeting but he seemed unaware that we were even there, so consumed by her kiss he was. All he knew was that when her lips released him he had no strength left and could only let Melissa support him as she now sat on the cement bench which circled the inside of the tub. She settled his smaller body on her lap, supporting him with her strong arms.The feeling of his body relaxing on her own was obviously both soothing and exciting for them both. 

Melissa released him from her kiss, and looked deep down into his fluttering eyes. I realized that none of us had said anything for quite some time.

Shanette was first to speak; she was standing on the steps of the main pool, behind Melissa. “What did we talk about, Missy?” she asked,

At that, as if reminded of something, Melissa giggled and, with one hand still supporting his back, lowered the straps of her bikini partway down her shoulders. Dr. J’s eyes immediately went to her chest and she, gathering her shoulders, bulged her enormous breasts together, causing them to balloon upwards and him to moan. They were right in front of his face, and looked big enough to swallow his head. 

“That’s right, go to mama,” I heard Shanette whisper.

“oh my god…” he breathed, despite himself. 

“That’s right, she’s so big, isn’t she Dr. J?” Randi purred, walking towards us on the deck.

Dr. J moaned again. 

“Weekend daddy is so much more fun than work daddy,” Josie giggled, turning a bit towards the couple, from their right. I sat across the tub, just watching as Dr. J’s eyes drifted to Josie. She wore a black string bikini, tied around her neck, and looked really pretty. 

“He is more fun,” Randi said, as she slid into the tub with us, behind Dr. J and to Melissa’s left, “Maybe we shouldn’t let him go to work anymore.”

“Ooo yeah!” Josie squealed. 

That brought a giggle from Melissa. “Would you like that?” she asked him, bouncing him a little in her lap with her large, muscular thighs, “If I kept you here as a stay-at-home husband?” Was she joking? Or was she serious? Haha oh my god!

“Yeah he could cook and clean for you,” Randi offered. 

“I’d pay to see him in an apron,” said Amelia, who had stood, strolled our way with her wine.

“Oh no no no…” Melissa laughed, jostling him again on her lap, “I’d do all that. That’s Wifey’s job. This house is too big for daddy.” She knew where his eyes were fixed, staring at her breasts as they jiggled in her navy blue bikini top. “And we can’t have him all tired when mommy gets home…”

”Yeah mommy has needs!” Josie giggled. 

I watched Melissa’s hand reach down between his legs. 

“Oh I do, I do…” she agreed, groaning, as if overcome by the feel of him in her grip, “Omigosh, you have no idea.” She smiled as we all watched as his whole body stiffened, for a moment, feeling her big hand take hold of him underwater.

“You’re so hard for her aren’t you, baby?” Shanette purred, from where she stood nearby in the main pool by the steps. The shallows were part way up her brown thighs. 

“Oh he is,” Melissa returned, smiling, watching his face. “Josie, Randi, Ki…is it okay if I…take care of him? Under the water?” she asked, “You guys can step out if it’s-“

“No, please go ahead!” Josie blurted, as Randi just chuckled. 

“yes oh my,” I agreed, nearly speechless, my eyes feeling as wide as Josie’s. Melissa was going to do it here, right now, in the hot tub with the warm water and all of us in it? Oh my god I felt my mouth dry up, my thighs tingle again like I wanted it in me.

Dr J had made some weak complaint, but Melissa’s hand was already in his boxers gripping him, pulling him free. My heart was racing, watching this as best I could; I could only see a hint of what was going on beneath the froth of the roiling water, shadows and shapes of his huge erection in her fist. He was embarrassed, we could all tell, exposed in front of us like this, but he was also already consumed by pleasure.

”shhhhh you need this…it’s okay,” Melissa was urging him, “Just relax.”

“Yeah, relax Daddy, you need this,” Josie purred, as both she and I drifted in closer, “Mommy’s taking care of you.” Aubrey had also become bold enough to slip into the tub with us, while Shanette stayed in the main pool, still turned towards us watching.

“It’s like girl soup in there, hm?” Amelia commented, sitting down on the hot tub’s edge, “I’ll put my feet in…”

“Girl soup!” Josie giggled, making me laugh too. Aubrey bobbed up and down, rolling waves through the water.

“Mmmm yum yum, right Jay?” Melissa purred, “But I think it needs one more ingredient…” At that, underwater, Melissa’s hand tugged at something and in an instant she held a torn, sodden pair of boxers above the water. She showed them to him, dripping, before dropping them into the water. They floated around the frothy surface of the hot tub, dancing with the bubbles, as her hand sunk back down between his legs.

”Oooo…” Josie giggled, “boxers and boy-juice…”

”Yeah make him come,” Aubrey then bluntly added, her eyes wide and fixed as she still bounced up and down, up and down, her own big breasts bobbing and floating, jiggling, water streaming off them in rivulets.

“Omigod please yes,” I heard myself moan, imagining the water around us briny, full of his seed. We would swim in it.

We watched as Melissa’s arm began to move back and forth. She was stroking him right in front of us! She’d tilted her chin up, mouth now open and expectant, eyes on his face. “Would you like that?” she asked him, “Want to help us make girl soup?”

He groaned, as Katarina slipped into the warm water with us.

Haha was mother’s milk an ingredient too? Maybe he was thinking the same thing as I watched his eyes follow her, lowering herself and her enormous breasts down until they floated buoyantly up off her thin body. 

There were seven of us now in a tub made for six. Amelia and now Katie sat on the edge, with pretty feet in the foaming water of our soup, the smell of chlorine and our perfumes making the air thick along with steam from the tub. Our legs all intermingled, hands drifted. I found one of mine cupping his left ankle. We all purred, and buzzed, and cooed.

”I’ve missed you, alllll day,” Melissa said to him, as she stroked his erection underwater, “Have you missed me too?”

”Y-y-yes,” he answered, the only answer acceptable.

”He’s had a hard day without you,” Aubrey said.

“Yes he so tired,” followed Katarina.

”Well, we’ll get him out in a few minutes, dry him off, get him inside so he can rest,” Melissa agreed, still stroking. She moved her other hand from a supportive position on his back to a position behind his sodden head and neck. “Dinner and movie night with your girls, hm? Sound nice?”

“y-y-yes,” he answered again.

“But first, more kisses…”

A new chorus of awws and ahhs filled the air around the tub as Dr J. and Melissa began to kiss again, her neck twisted down so her mouth could take his. Her right arm still moved in the same rhythm, as she tended to him below the surface, and we all saw his body first stiffen with the shock of the kiss, then start to shudder. Her mouth was so much bigger than his, and watching them kiss was thrilling. His breathing matched hers, his thin chest collapsing in on itself when she pulled breath from his lungs.

”Omigod Missy it looks like you’re sucking the life out of him!” Josie laughed.

Giggling, Melissa broke their kiss for a moment, allowing his head to loll back like a rag doll’s. “Maybe I am!” she beamed, once again taking his head from behind into her hand. She leaned back, and kissed him again, her ministrations to his manhood now taking on greater urgency. 

“Take it from him,” someone groaned. Maybe it was me.

“He is look so tired,” said Katarina, whose hand had begun stroking his left thigh, her big breast pressed down onto his knee.

“He’s had a big day,” Aubrey confirmed, watching the kiss, biting her lip as he began to shake.

“So big,” I said.

“It’s about to get even bigger,” Amelia commented, from the tub’s edge,as he really began to shake, “Josie, show him.”

At that, knowing exactly what our blonde friend meant, Josie put her breasts right beside his face. As he was kissing Melissa, his eyes turned to see her chest and goggle at them as they were nearly close enough to touch his face. Melissa’s hand was now moving more urgently under water, and he would be staring right at Josie’s breasts when he-

“That’s right, come for us,” Melissa purred.

He groaned, he moaned, he spasmed and jerked in Melissa’s embrace as, obviously, under the water he began to climax. I looked down and could see the ropey fluid, the thick semen jetting from his outsized manhood, swimming into the water around him and swirling into the currents, mixing with the froth and the chlorine and spiraling around. It floated, it sank, and as pulse after pulse came from him it began to eddy around the tub, among us, my eyes glazing over as I watched and…

…and then the growth began.

NNNNNnnnnghhhh….we all groaned, as the familiar feeling gripped us. Several times last night, but now stronger as we were all so close. I felt it in my bones, I felt it in my chest and in the fertile swelling of my thighs and rear. There was pain, yes, some, but it was delicious and I could see in the eyes of everyone we were all hungry for it. His eyes, in the meantime, were fixed and staring, still pasted to Josie’s breasts and - oh my god- he was watching her grow. 

Yes, it was subtle, it always was. But the swelling of her breasts in her bikini top was unmistakable. She bulged at it, strings now pulling more tightly than they had before from around her neck. Soft round flesh bubbled as she grew, as they inflated. I felt it in myself, too, as did we all. And then we heard him mutter, something small, something weak, as he stared at Josie’s breasts. It was quiet…but we heard it.

“bigger…” he said.

And Melissa began laughing.

“Oh my goodness, baby, yes!” she sang, as she shifted him in her lap. Her hand moved from between his legs, the other from behind his head. She had him by the sides of his bony chest, under his arms, then shifted a bit lower down his torso. “Look at how big we’re getting!” she cooed, turning him to face the group, “You’re giving us so much!”

At that she lifted him, slowly, with strength that was in no way normal, off her lap. His hips broke the surface, and we all gasped on seeing his cock. Then his thighs, his knees. She held him, now, aloft up and in front of us, a small but fully-grown man, and she held him like he was a toy, feet dangling into the water. He was naked, and he was huge. His penis, dropped now a bit from full-mast, seemed nearly as thick as his forearm, and it was still coming as we watched, all of us with eyes wide, mouths agog, some of us laughing. He was still pulsing, semi-thick member throbbing, releasing seed. It was slowing, yes, but he had already burst forth so much of his ejaculate it had begun to cloud the water, and now drip in heavy plops onto the surface and into the soup.

As he began to come down, his climax waning, Melissa slowly lowered him again to her lap, back into the pool of his own jism.

“Holy Lion King,” Amelia managed, as we all began to recover ourselves..

“Oh my god…” Aubrey said, from behind Josie. I saw her reach down, cup some water into her hand.

“Yeah huh?” Randi smiled, eyes flashing, looking down at him. His body was still spasmodically shaking but coming to a stillness in Melissa’s arms.

Semen all in the water, Amelia couldn’t help but kick her feet through it from where she sat on the hot tub’s edge. She was chuckling. “Watch out,” she told us, as we began to come down from our high, “you’re all going to get pregnant in there.”

Someone laughed, I think it was me, and I lowered my face to the water, mouth open, to drink the soup.

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@stranger224 If you want to go big lets go big: a nerdy but shy girl and virgin due to upbringing a cup breast wardrobe of a librarian in the 1950’s to full on Barbie bimbo after falling under the sway of a man who knows how to expolit her submissve nature

***

I love it, I started writing this when I was in the mood for a latex sex doll but in hindsight I probably would’ve taken a different take. Something like a change to alt pinup bombshell. Anyway this proves that once again I have trouble with the concept of a hot flash but fuck it, 2000 odd words ain’t bad for the time frame I had to work with. Anyway hope you enjoy.

Tags: MD, GR, Bimbo, Transformation, Latex, MF, Public, Humiliation

***

He strode into the library, that place of silence and order and saw her. Stacking books peacefully on a shelf, her auburn hair tied up into a bun. An outfit precise in it’s execution to down play all parts of her sexuality. A jumper that was shapeless and a boring brown color paired with a long, black skirt. Black shoes with no heels and a pair of horn rimmed glasses. Her figure, such as it was hidden, was not much to speak of. Thing frame, very reserved. A lifetime of reading and keeping to herself had made her this way.

Stepping into her mind was child’s play, for all the walls she put up they were as easy to navigate as breathing. To his surprise that was because someone had already made a way for him. Trenches of submission ran in the girl, deep and long. A lifetime of being beaten down and ordered around had left their mark and as an adult such habits were nigh unbreakable.

She avoided relationships because she was told men were evil. She refused to have any kind of sexuality because she was told that sex was dirty and made girls evil whores. All aspects of feminity, from makeup to fashion were squashed out of her. Within those deep troughs he laid seed, as a farmer to a tilled field. It would take her from the life of order and silence and sterility that she knew to a place where unending bliss would be her daily existence.

Walking up to her he said “turn around and face me”

There was no hesitation just simple confusion as she did just that “can I help you sir?”

“Lord” was his only reply

“What?” she asked her confusion mounting

His hand flew to her neck, gripping on either side. He wanted to establish who was in control and he wanted her to speak crushing her wind pipe would do neither. Lifting her with the one hand and pulling her closer he replied “You will call me Lord when you address”

I shivered as I felt my uniform shrink. “damn it Elise!” I muttered under my breath as i ran down the hall, blushing as the sound of my boots on the tile floor changed from a *thump thump* into a *click, click* as the heel raised and shrank with my foot, the leather creeping up my legs stopping at mid thigh. I quickly ducked into the chiefs office and shut the door, working late means no one is here thankfully. I felt the buzz of my phone and couldn’t help but notice long blond hair cascading down as I read the text message.

“hey sweetie, pick up some whip cream and chocolate sauce on your wayhome, and try not to bring any guys back with you lol ;)”

I huffed as i typed my reply.

“Damn it! These little games of yours have gone too far! I just got off shift! change me back right now damn it!”

I waited for a few moments and sighed in relief as I felt the changes begin again, before shrieking as my now female pants fused together and shrank into a pink microskirt that barely covered the tops of my fishnets. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as My cock shrank away behind my new pink thong. Finally my new breasts swelled as my shirt dissolved away and my bulletproof vest reformed into a leather top. I shook my head as my lips swelled and could taste lipstick as it appeared on my permanently pouting lips as my phone vibrated again.

“unless you want even less clothing and bigger tits you better move that sweet little ass of yours slut, and dont forget the groceries or I’ll turn you into the horny bunnygirl again. Remember how horny you were?”

my fingers hovered over the buttons on the phone as I thought about that…..remembering humping her leg and doing anything she told me just so I could orgasm….

“OMW”

“thats my girl, oh get milk too!”

She was desperate of course, she had been since that day she’d met him for the first time.  She’d cut in line in front of him at the coffee shop, brushed him off when he confronted her about it and even slapped him across the face when he’d suggested he was going to ask for the manager.

He’d looked stunned, then angry and she was about to open her mouth to cry for help and then falsely accuse him of groping her.  But the words never left her lips as he leaned in, a sudden calmness coming over him and he whispered in to her ear, “4000”.

It had struck her like a ton of bricks, she’d taken several steps back and then rushed to the bathroom, not coming out until she was sure he would have left.

After steadying herself, she left the coffee shop and headed in to work, quickly trying to put it behind her but something was nagging at the back of her mind.  All day it felt like her chest had ants walking all over it.  When she arrived home, she took a long hot shower but it didn’t help, her hands had massaged her small breasts, trying to satisfy the feeling until she finally collapsed in bed and fell asleep.

By the next morning, not only was her chest still tingling, her pussy was as well.  She managed to get to work, only to have to leave early.  When she arrived home she’d taken another shower and then spent several hours working her desperate pussy with her trusty dildo, to no avail.

It was two days later, after having called in sick and masturbating almost continuously, with no relief, that she stumbled upon the only thing that brought her any relief.  She’d finished another marathon attempt with her dildo and been frustrated once more when she set the dildo on her chest and the tingling had finally receded where it lay.

She’d looked down at it in amazement and pushed her breasts together, the relief spreading through out her entire body as her small cleavage barely came half way up the dildo.

Awkwardly she managed to hold her breasts together with one hand and slide the dildo between it until a small, unfulfilling orgasm crested.

She never managed to get another one with her dildo.

She’d grabbed her phone and called up her ex as the tingling returned once more, she’d demanded he come over to her place right away and he’d hung up on her.  She’d called back and apologised, asking nicer but he still refused.  It was only when she begged him to come over and fuck her that he’d relented and agreed.

It had been more difficult to get him to try and titty fuck her, it wasn’t that he wasn’t up for it, but the small size of her breasts made it hard and provided little in the way of pleasure for him.  Eventually he agreed on the condition that she’d play along with whatever he said.

She had laid back on the bed, pushed her breasts together as he straddled her, lowering his dick on to her chest, “Oh god!” she had cried out as soon as it touched her and followed it up with a moan.

“You like that slut?” he’d asked.

“Y… yes…” she stuttered back to him.

“Yes?  Yes what slut?”

“Y… yes… yes I like your… dick… between my breasts.”

He pushed forward hard, sending the tip of his dick to her chin, “Yeah, you like it alright.  You’re just a titty fuck slut aren’t you?” he said, pulling back and pushing forward once more.

The pleasure coming from her breasts was unbelievable, it overwhelmed her better judgement and she responded in a cry of passion, “Yes!  Yes!  I’m a titty fuck slut!”

He didn’t last long after that, his cum spraying over her breasts and face triggering her own violent orgasm, the number 4000 burning in to the front of her mind.

She hadn’t even realized he had cleaned up and re-dressed until he turned from her bedroom door and spoke, “I don’t know what’s gotten in to you Jessica, but next time you want me to titty fuck you, they’re better be something there to fuck.  Got it?”

She had managed to turn her head and nod as he left and she heard her front door close behind him.

After that she had done the first 100 with her tiny breasts, but she’d gone through everyone she knew, and everyone they knew, that she could convince to do it.  She had know the time was coming and had already scheduled her first surgery.  The two weeks of recovery had been the worst two weeks of her life, but when she’d sent the selfie to her ex and he’d just texted back, “Be there in 15.” she’d known it would be worth it.

Of course her work had suffered, she’d had to quit her job after she’d pulled off her shirt and trying to jump her boss, but at least he hadn’t pressed charges.

She’d started to work at the strip club the next week, where she had quickly gotten the reputation as the Titty Fuck Queen.  She’d let anyone slide their dick between her tits in the VIP, but she had several regulars as well and the orgasms she had from them were far better than quickies she got from the one and dones.

She had figured it out after the third time she’d let her ex titty fuck her, the more times someone did it, the more pleasure she got from doing it.

And so, here she was, kneeling in the VIP in front of Jason, her best regular of the lot.  He’d titty fucked her a hundred times at least, far more than any of the others, and now just having his dick touch her tits made her whole body tremble in pleasure.  

He’d been the one to suggest her second and third boob job.  He’d been the one to have her do her lips.  He’d been the one to suggest the botox that made her face hardly move.  He’d been the one to suggest her new hair style.  He’d been the one to suggest more time at the gym.

He’d done this all with his dick stuffed between her tits, her mind on an orgasmic high and she’d agreed to it all eagerly.

He smiled down at her, grabbed the tatters of her shirt and ripped it the rest of the way off and she quickly took her bra off, releasing her mammoth tits.  He groped them and she moaned out in pleasure as her fingers worked his pants until his dick was free, then she wrapped her tits around him and pressed them together.

“God Jessi, I love those big fucking tits, tell me how much of a titty whore you are…”

“Jwessi’s a twotal twitty whore!  Jwessi woves her bwig fwake twitties fwucked!”

“I want to be the only one to fuck your tits Jessi, tell me that’s what you want.  Tell me you want to be my big titty fuck slut.”

“Wes!  Wes!  Jwessi wanna bwe wore bwig twitty fwuck slwut!  Wonly wyou!  Wonly Wyooooouuuuuuuu!” Jessie cried out as the mother of all orgasms crashed over her and for the last time the number flashed in her mind.

Jessie dove down and wrapped her lips around his still sputtering dick, sucking out every last drop of cum as Jason stroked her head like a favourite pet.

“Do you mean it Jessi?” he asked and she looked up in to his face, his softening shaft between her lips and she nodded in agreement.

He smiled in return, “That’s good Jessi, I can’t wait for the Doc to do your next set of upgrades.  Let’s go see him together tomorrow and I can tell him what I want.”

So this is one I posted on dA ages ago as a request and didn’t realize that I hadn’t posted here. I hope you all enjoy.

Tags: MC, FD, TF, TG, MtF, Latex, Bimbo

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I appreciated him, honestly I did. He was hansom enough with a decent job but I don’t know. A few years dating and being steady for most of them I kind of wanted to try something new. I wanted to explore my sexuality but I didn’t want to cheat on him, he was my Andrew after all. Thankfully I was able to find a solution that meant I could have my cake and eat it too, a solution that was now in the meal he was eating.

“This is a great potato bake honey, have you added something different?” he asked in earnest his green eyes looking brighter than normal.

I restrained a smile, “oh you know I found a new additive at work and I thought I’d give it a try” “Well it tastes absolutely lovely, do you mind if I have more?” his hair was starting to change getting lighter with every mouthful.

“By all means, help yourself. I made it for you after all” he didn’t need anymore prompting and loaded up his plate with more of the potato dish before continuing eagerly. His hair was getting longer now even as it started to become lighten more and more. His posture was getting softer as well as his shoulders lost their sharpness and his already meager muscles started to likewise soften. I didn’t want to bug him too much while he was eating but I made sure to keep a close eye as he continued his change. He rubbed his throat for a couple of moments before his adam’s apple disappeared completely, receding like it had never existed.

Making my excuses I went into the kitchen giving the perfect opportunity to check on her as she lifted slightly off the seat her butt expanding. It looked comically for a few moments before I watched with glee as her thighs thickened to match balancing out her bottom half. I hoped that I wouldn’t have to wait long before she was the entire package. Balanced out to the perfect hourglass figure that I would love her to have.

Admittedly, I was kind of curious when he would notice what was happening. I knew he was engrossed in the meal, that was part of the additive it made you want to take as much of it as possible but once the change was done and worn off their would be no lingering side effects. It was the only reason I did it in the first place, I didn’t want to lose Andrew. Just wanted to have some fun together in a new way.

In Kalvins case however it was different because he had a curious gift. Prolonged contact with his dreams could warp the personal realities of people who were the subjects of those dreams.

Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be an issue because this effect had a range of less than five feet. So it wouldn’t effect outside his own bedroom and classroom daydreams were so infrequent they barely mattered.

That changed however when Kalvin found himself in a car accident. As tragic as it was the true damage was discovered later as the damage to his brain had left him with what presented as severe narcolypsy.

He would have short periods of wakefulness, sometimes less than a couple of hours before slipping into a coma like sleep for days sometimes weeks. This left his family with no other choice but to inter him in a long term care facility where he could monitored and treated safely.

Now as is the way for such things, it wasn’t the doctor that saw Kalvin most often. Enter Nuse Morgan Ellis, a kind hearted woman and brilliant nurse who due to long hours and a company policy of staff being set to long term placements in set wards to increase bed side friendliness found herself in Kalvin’s presence more than most. Combined with a curious fortune of her usually being there during his waking periods the two had struck up a friendship.

The hospital was the next to make the mistake because they quickly found that if Nurse Morgan was present his periods of wakefulness were increased. So it wasn’t long until she was assigned as his personal nurse. The family had the money and the hospital wanted answers.

It started innocently enough, she wanted to be around him more often. Lingering after her shifts were completed to chat or watch him sleep. This became spending her free time with him to eventually sleeping with him while he slumbered.

Somewhere along the way the other changes began, shaped by the dreamer’s slumber. Nurse Morgan’s form began to change from her woken body to that of the shape she took in his most sexually driven dreams.

Normal breasts given way to plump implanted flesh. Her regular bottom following suit as it grew to a too perfect ass. Her lips seemingly injected to give that perfect pout. The rest of her body gave way to this new order, a nurse’s body made from surgery.

Even her sense of style changed, casual clothing becoming more risque as time went on. Makeup applied rarely became a constant, bold and vibrant. At some point she realised this but by that point she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to be around Kalvin all the time and she snuck around the hospital hiding her changes.

This all stopped the day the photo above was taken. Nurse Morgan had been sleeping beside him practically dry humping his slumbering form as he dreamed. It is unknown the dream they were sharing but it is suspected that it caused her to orgasm.

Upon reaching her climax she woke and gave him a hand job with her latex gloved hands until he was fully erect. At which point she mounted him, riding him to several of her own orgasm before he too orgasmed. Perhaps it was simply luck but it was at this point he woke.

Nurse Morgan would later describe the sex they had as “transcendent, it makes me all wet and squirmy thinking about it”. Once they had finished however she was a changed woman now considering herself “one of Kalvin’s wet dream girls” she proudly strode through the hospital. Posing lewdly for photos as she went.

So shocked were the employees by her changed appearance that they didn’t stop her as she took one of the wheel chairs and retrieved Kalvin. Taking him home she would proceed to look after him herself bringing him more girls and drugging them to slumber so that they too would become Kalvin’s “wet dream girls”.

By the time they were discovered there were sixteen of these “wet dream girls” including Nurse Morgan. All four of them were captured and they were interred with Kalvin in a secure facility where his situation could be more closely monitored.

Since then four more of these “wet dream girls” have been captured trying to “rescue” Kalvin. Three of which were not amongst the original sixteen, one of them began life as a male. It is suspected that Kalvin’s brainwaves are infectious on some level passing between these “wet dream girls”.

Time required means that this shouldn’t be considered an epidemic level event but it is advised that monitoring systems now include reports of sudden dreams/fantasies/desires involving the subject having a surgerically enhanced body and wearing latex attire.

***

A sample of Chapter One from my current work in progress.

Concept and characters were generously provided by VoidGolem.

Special thanks to @talesforsluts for some great edits and suggestions.

Naomi was chewing her hair absentmindedly, which stuck me as out of character. But then, I’d never seen her this nervous before.

“Hey…” I said leaning in and putting an arm around her. “Maybe it’s just porn?”

She blinked, then cracked a pained smirk. “Oh god…” She was half laughing, half crying. “You’re the worst.” She leaned in and buried her head in my chest. I kissed the top of her head and pulled her close. This whole thing was surreal for me, I couldn’t imagine what was going through Naomi’s mind.

She looked up at me and started to say something when the TV blared out.

“The Perfect Wife Program!” a loud, movie-trailer styled voice read off the cheesy-80’s title that faded on screen. Generic background muzak faded in; the slight warble in the old tape’s tracking gave it an eerie sound.

The picture faded into a generic, windowless office, where a grey-suited man was sitting at a comically large oak desk.

“Welcome! We here at Perfect Wife Inc. are happy you’ve chosen to subscribe to our full Platinum Service. We’re confident this new program will bring our trusted brand into the future, with all the technology the 1980s will have to offer!”

Now the nameless suit was walking through a busy office, grinning and continuing his pitch.

“Our clients are realists, practical men who know times are changing. Women now have a more prominent role at work and at home.Why just take Susan here,” he gestured to a woman typing at a table behind him. She looked like a porn-star than a secretary, with huge tits, heavy makeup and blown-out platinum hair. “Sharp as a tack and cute as a button!”

“I can do anything a man can do!” The blonde mugged to the camera, delivering her lines in a stilted, high pitched voice. “Why would I stay at home?”

“That’s right Suzzie!” The man patted her head lightly.

“Christ, where did they dig up that bimbo?” Naomi muttered. I didn’t say it, but I was starting to suspect we’d already seen how Perfect Wife Inc. recruited.

“But just because the world is changing, that doesn’t mean you can’t still have what every man wants.” The screen did a hacky, harp-scored dissolve to a generic 1950’s kitchen. The narrator and Suzzie appeared with a cartoon ‘pop.’

“With the new Perfect Wife program, you have all the tools you need to build the family of your dreams!” The narrator snapped his fingers and Suzzie was suddenly a retro, pin-up housewife; a technicolor model that would have looked right at home in any Nick-at-Nite rerun.

“But mister,” Suzzie cooed. “Won’t I get bored with this big brain?”

“Oh fuck…” Naomi sat upright, just putting together what I’d already feared.

“No worries missy. We’ll take care of that!” The narrator winked at the camera. “Now we’ve been keeping you at home waiting long enough. Be sure you’ve read all the included instructions. And, as always, our customer service team can assist you if any glitches arise!”

The narrator and Suzzie faded out, replaced with bold text on a black background:

PROGRAM START

“What did we just watch?” Naomi asked, “And what’s that awful tone?”

“What tone?” 

I looked over at her, expecting her to be in tears after all that, maybe even furious. 

Instead, she was staring blankly ahead at the screen, mouth slightly ajar. 

Like hypnosis? Like educational content? Like hypnosis files?

"Oh, you must be Darren, my daddy said you'd be stopping by," Reilly said.

"I didn't know anybody else would be here. I'm sorry, he said to come around back of the house to where the sauna and jacuzzi are.... Wow, holy shit." He averted his eyes as Reilly shook her breasts. "I'm SO sorry. I can come back."

"No, you're in the right spot. I'm about to hop in the jacuzzi if you wanna join me, or just watch. Daddy's running late with, um, a client...."

"Are you sure it's OK? You're Reilly. He's showed me pictures, none that are recent, apparently.... The only pictures on his desk are you, well, as a kid. How old are you?"

She shook her breasts more. "Nineteen. Almost twenty. Is that a problem? I don't make you uncomfortable, I hope....."

CW: Bimbofication, sluttification, mind break, noncon mind fuckery, goonette, pornification

Cover: Apparent-Apparatus https://www.deviantart.com/apparent-apparatus

I

“Turn it off! Turn that damn thing off!”, screamed Agent Hanna Brooks, looking at the techs with a mixture of desperate fear and rage. Behind the glass, the nerds gestured, their palms up, indicating there was nothing they could do. Fuck. Fuck them, fuck the Agency, fuck the mission. Brooks looked at the chair, at the woman convulsing and babbling on it. Seeing her like this was Hell.

Jill Patrick was a breath of fresh air for the Agency and now she was dying on the stupid Full Access Chair. Jill was the youngest of the agents in the Cybersecurity department, a force of nature in the gym and at work, serious, a true believer in the mission. She gave Brooks hope for the future, a sense that some members of the new generation were actually alright, that not everyone in their early twenties was a terminal waste of space. That hope seized in front of her, the screens around Jill bathing her body in red, their declaration of “CONTAINMENT FAILURE” absolutely unhelpful. Brooks had no idea what that meant: the Chair was new tech, and only Jill had been brave enough to volunteer for its maiden voyage. It was supposed to allow an agent to scan through vast amounts of the web while protecting their psyche, keeping the load below a certain threshold. Well, that bit of theory had clearly gone out the window, so Hanna decided to toss the safety protocols aside. Before she knew what she was doing, he yanked cables off Jill: showers of sparks jumped out the machinery in protest. Eventually the alarms fell silent, the screens resigned themselves to their doom and shut off. The machine had done its damage and now rested. Jill’s eyes remained closed, as still as the damn machinery.

“Jill? Jill, wake up!”, screamed Brooks. The nerds made their way into the room, mumbling among one another, discussing hypotheses of what had gone wrong. Brooks had to fight not to deck them. Jill was slowly coming back. Her glassy blue eyes looked around the room in confusion.

“Chat, is this real?”, she asked.

What the fuck? 

“Jill. Jill, look at me. I’m here, I’m Hanna, can you see me? You’re okay.”

Brooks tried to make Jill come back to reality. She stared through the older agent, looking at… something that wasn’t there.

Suddenly, she stretched on the chair, her eyes fixed on a point in space, almost as if she was… performing for some unseen entity. “Mmmm… that nap hit different chat, on God! Chat, what are the vibes today? It’s giving… edging. It’s giving goon sesh, chat. Wanna see that?”

“Jill, what the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you talking to?”

One of the nerds stepped forward, tried to make sense of the situation. There was a strange excitement in his eyes, and Brooks felt herself getting sick. These fucking assholes were looking at Jill like she was a malfunctioning computer.

“I think… I think she got hit with a feedback surge… the failsafe should have… but if…”

“Speak English, you dumb fuck! What is wrong with her?”, screamed Hanna.

The nerd stammered for a moment before he found the words to keep it simple enough for a field agent.

“So, let’s say… she was supposed to be surfing over data, looking at it, checking it quickly. She… fell off.”

“Fell off? What the fuck does that mean?”

“She fell off! She almost drowned in… well, the fucking Internet, Hanna! Her brain got flooded with all sorts of shit, who the fuck knows what! She’s lucky to be alive!”

A sound put a quick stop to their argument. Jill moaned and smiled, staring at empty space, her hand sliding under her office slacks. “Fell off? Cap, I’m slaying ay eff! Fuck… my cunt is so wet, chat… but what is it with this fit? It’s giving old lady! Next stream I’ll wear something cute for you chat, some nice, sexy, gen-z goonette drip… fuck, it’s gonna be so good… I’m gonna get so many donos, chat… and you know how slutty donos make me…”

Brooks stared in disbelief, before turning away. She couldn’t stand watching Jill acting like… like whoever the hell was occupying her body.

“How the fuck do you explain that?”, he asked the nerd.

“I told you, she took a full blast of Internet right to the brain! And you know what the Internet is full of?”

II

Hanna looked into the enclosure. Enclosure. Fuck. Like Jill was some zoo animal. But the nerds were right, Jill got so agitated when her… delusions weren’t catered to. And they did need to study her if there was any hope of fixing her, of bringing up the old Jill, the real Jill, the Jill that cared about cyber security, the Jill that believed in the mission with a passion. This… new Jill, so to speak, was, well, everything Brooks despised about the new generations.

Even the enclosure was a travesty. It seemed to replicate something like a bizarre nightmare of a college room, with garish neon lights plastered all over, ring lights surrounding the bed, a camera permanently pointing at Jill, broadcasting to nowhere. It was important, according to the nerds, to keep the idea that she was streaming constantly– it was the one thing that kept her active and focused and not jumping from false reality to false reality. It was safer this way: attempts to break her out of her “streaming” habit had led to her trying “Tik Tok challenges” that ranged from flashing “pedestrians” to accidentally dancing into a wall. As repulsive as it was, at least her “streaming” kept her inside one room.

Well, on one bed, to be more precise. Hanna tried to be cold, tried to ignore her heavy makeup and rainbow fishnet bodysuit, tried to filter out the words, the acts. He watched as Jill took a huge hit off a bong. The nerds assured him that weed calmed her down, so they kept her well supplied.

“Fuuuuck… chat this feels so good…”, said Jill as she mounted a pillow and started shamelessly riding it, putting on a show, playing with her tits as her pussy drew moans from her crimson lips. “So fucking high, so fucking dumb, so fucking gone… gooning and gooning and rubbing and grinding for porn… fuck… I love porn so much… I’m so fucking addicted, I’m such a fucking addict, addicted to weed, addicted to porn, addicted to attention… I’m just a fucking little gen-z fucktoy… all for you, chat, all for my lovely pervs, please get worse with me, get dumber with me, goon for me, do it, please, jerk off to me, rub to me, nothing else fucking matters, ignore work, ignore school, cancel plans to goon and goon and goon with me… fuck… so pornbrained… porn broke me… all I do is watch porn… my pornbrain gets triggered all the time… anything… it can make anything into porn… girls walking down the street… ads with pretty sluts… all is porn…”

Brooks watched with horror. And something else, something she’d never admit. Suddenly a chime played on the speakers hidden inside the room. A “donation”. Something necessary to maintain the illusion and her stability, the nerds said.

Jill stuck out her tongue in pure pleasure.

“Yesss! Thank you! Thank you for the dono! I guess you like my glow-up! And donos make me so fucking slutty… no cap, that sound gets me so fucking soaked and pervy and needy! Want to see, chat?” Jill opened her legs and spread her glistening pussy lips for the audience in her head. “This thigh pussy is bussin’, chat, it feels so good, it tells me what do to, it makes me touch her all the time, all the fucking time, I can’t stop, she’s so pretty and pink and desperate… It needs to be filled… Which toy should I use, chat? I want to feel so stretched and useless, fucking myself for hours with a toy…” 

Hannah had tried to argue against the toys. After Jill had started grabbing random objects and using them as… sex aids, she had relented. Toys were safer, she figured. She didn’t quite agree with the amount and variety provided by the nerds, however.

“Cock… let this bop pussy get stretched by the big dragon cock, chat… do you want to see that? Would that make you all thirsty for me? Yes, let me grab the big dragon toy… Oh… Oh God… oof, it fills me so good, it’s stretching my little pussy so much! What, chat? You think I can’t take it all? If you think my cunt can’t handle this, you’re delulu. Look at me, chat. Look at what a perverted fucking pornbrained fuckdoll I am… raised by the Internet… molded by porn… let me show you what good gen-z girls do all day…”

Brooks watched as Jill impaled herself on the toy with a scream.

“Fuck yeah! Look how I took it! I fucking ate! Look, look at me, I want you to look at me, I need your attention, I’m such an attention whore, watch me ride this huge cock for you, let me take a hit of my weed vape as I ride it, watch me, watch me fuck up my brain completely, watch me ruin my fucking life for you, watch me, watch me be porn, all girls are porn, porn is the best, porn is everything, porn is the moment, girliepops! Watch me, aren’t I such a good fucking example? Fuck, fuck, it’s stretching me so good, it’s filling me up, filling my mind up, fuck… watch me ride it, watch me be porn for you, edge, edge and drool, we are the porn generation, we love it, we live for it, we want to be perverted for porn, we need to be porn, to be dumb, to fry our brains with poppers and get more and more addicted… porn… porn… fuuuuck…”

Hannah was at least reassured by the fact that the camera was off. The last thing she wanted was for Jill to become something others would want to emulate. Not like this. Old Jill had been a real good role model. This version of her…

“Look at my tits bouncing, chat! They’re snatched as fuck! My big dumb funbags make me porn!”

Better to keep this version a secret.

III

Hanna stormed into the techs’ break room. The fucking nerds needed to pay. They had never intended to fix Jill. They were getting off to her, the sick fucks. Buying her different outfits, catering to their own little fetishes, turning Jill into their living, 24-7 porn. 

She had been harboring suspicions for a while. The nerds’ explanations for what supposed “treatments” they were trying had become lazier and lazier, and Jill was, if anything, getting worse. Using more drugs. Sleeping less. Becoming more and more… well, pornbrained. 

A deep dive into the network revealed a hidden folder– sure, Hanna was not a tech, but she was still a cyber security agent. Did these fucks believe they could hide things from her? Did they think naming it “Charlie XCX - Greatest Hits” would throw anyone off the scent? The impunity of it all! These men truly thought they could get away with it, get away with recording and saving videos of Jill in her more… extreme moments, exploiting her state for their own pleasure.

No. They couldn’t be allowed to continue. Hanna would stop them.

She got a few words in before she felt a sting, and the world went black.

Things swam back into reality, the light hurting her eyes. She was vaguely aware of the restraints. The realization came, a dull panic. The Chair. She was tied to the goddamn Chair.

Words came to her muffled, distorted.

“No safeguards at all?”, a voice said.

“Nah. Let’s see how that works. Science requires experimentation!”, said the other with barely contained glee. 

A sharp pain in her head, and she was gone.

IV

Hanna and Jill made out, their tongues dancing with each other, hands playing with tits, sneaking between legs. They made sure to keep eye contact with the camera at all times. That was the thing that gave them purpose, after all. The agents believed in the mission. Being the most perverted pornbrained sluts for chat was the mission. It had always been the mission, and it felt so fucking good. Jill handed Hanna the poppers, and she took a deep sniff.

The camera was on now. The chat was real, as were the donations. Donations the techs kept for themselves, of course.

“Chat…” said Hanna, “get ready for a fucking marathon!” She showed off the giant, double-sided dildo and looked at Jill.

Jill thought for a second.

“It’s giving ass to ass, for real”, she smiled. 

@renos-captions

(An RP between Reno and I.  Enjoy.)

Passing through town you see a quaint little shop. In the window is various pieces of clothing none too exciting except one model is wearing a latex bra. Either out of boredom or out of curiosity, probably a mixture of both, or possibly the case you are working on, you find yourself entering the shop. A little tinkle from the bell overhead announces your arrival to the shop. You are standing in the middle of rack of clothing: shirts, pants, shorts, dresses, jackets. Everything is nice and normal looking. You wonder how a shop like this can survive in Sunnyglade, a town of magic, sexuality and debauchery. “Welcome welcome!” A happy burst of enthusiasm shoots forth from the back room. A middle aged man about 6 feet tall, brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that lights up his face emerges from between the racks of clothing. He almost pounces on your and grabs your hand in a firm handshake. “Welcome to my shop. Nobody’s Wares and Magical Oddities.” My eyes lock onto yours and seem to peer into your soul. “Now, how can I help you, Officer Reno?”

When Marla took the dildo out of her purse and suction-cupped it to the marble surface of the kitchen island, to say that Becky was shocked would be an understatement. She stared at the wobbling sex toy in stunned amazement, her eyes following the swaying tip as its residual momentum sent it bobbing back and forth like they were magnetized to its every movement. But it wasn't surprise because her boyfriend's mother had suddenly done something so lewd and unexpected, or because she had no idea why a woman over twice her age might suddenly decide to engage in wild behavior. No, Becky was staring because she knew exactly what the fake cock signified. And because she literally couldn't look away.

"It's amazing what you can find out about someone's online presence with just a little searching," Marla said mildly, almost as though she wasn't even aware that Becky's fingers were twitching helplessly in a desperate effort to keep herself from undressing right in front of the woman she was trying so very hard to impress. "You're very sloppy about hiding your kink profiles, dearie--frankly, I wondered if you actually wanted to be found out, you've shown so much of your face and body over the years. You started young, didn't you? Barely even eighteen, and you were already letting men trick you into posting that slutty little cunt of yours for strangers on the internet. And seven years have only made you sluttier." She sounded judgmental, and Becky couldn't help blushing, but she also sounded… excited? Triumphant? Becky didn't know what it meant, but she knew it was trouble.

"Of course, I could be wrong," Marla continued, even as Becky's helpless stare and the drool trickling from her slack lips and the slow, languid way she pulled off her clothes proved her very, very right. "Maybe it's some other girl who's 'BeckiBitch6969', and maybe it's some other girl who posts all the time about how weak hypnosis makes her and how she can't even see a dildo without being compelled to hump it the way all those strangers online have conditioned her to. You tell me, Becky. Are you the kind of respectable young woman I can have dating my son, or are you the kind of needy slut who's sniffing around a rich family because she needs a sugar daddy to help scratch her naughty little itch?"

They both knew the answer already, but that didn't make it any easier on Becky when she found herself crawling helplessly up onto the kitchen island in nothing but her plain cotton socks to lower herself onto the fake cock with a grunt of strained, desperate ecstasy. She noticed that Marla's eyes glittered with more than mere triumph, that the older woman was watching her hump the sex toy with a kind of amused fascination that hit all of Becky's submissive hot buttons harder than they'd ever been hammered, but it didn't matter. She still wound up degrading herself all the same. "Well, I think we've answered that question, now haven't we?" Marla purred, and Becky's face contorted in anguished pleasure as she nodded in agreement.

"So, here's what will happen," Marla snarled, grabbing Becky's left nipple and pinching it tightly to ensure she had the younger woman's full attention. "My son will be back from his little shopping trip in four hours. You're going to break up with him then--make whatever excuses you like, tell him whatever you have to, but it is over between you. And next weekend, while his father is helping him forget his sorrows with a hunting trip or a fishing trip or whatever boring thing men do together, you're going to come back here and I'm going to give you what you truly need. What no boring little boy can give you. Does that sound good, Becki Bitch?" It wasn't that Becky didn't put up a fight that ultimately broke her. It was the fact that she didn't even stop humping the dildo while she helplessly, meekly agreed to Marla's terms.

“And just what does the collar do?” asked Zelda Zane, ace reporter. “You were always such an inquisitive little bitch,” Terence Tartarus replied, a wicked grin on his face. “How much can you put together on your own?” “Well, the clasp has no keyhole or external opening. The release must be controlled wirelessly,” the reporter reasoned. “You were never one to waste effort, Mister Tartarus, so…

Jenny Story

Jenny was walking through the open air shopping mall. It combined two of her favorite things, shopping and the feeling of the sun on her exposed cleavage. It made her feel warm and happy, it could only be better if she had a cock inside her or a tongue she giggled to herself. She let her eyes close as she walked enjoying the feeling a pleasant dopey smile on her face.

This was interrupted by a collision and thanks to the extra weight on her chest she fell back onto her booty. She looked up to see a girl standing over her offering a hand “sorry I ran into you like that, I got distracted by something”

She took the offered hand “like that’s ok, I get distracted by shopping all the time as well. My name’s Jenny”

The girl shook her head as she was suddenly getting tunnel vision over every sale and stall. “Jodie, nice to meet you”

Jenny looked the girl over, she was pretty but not beautiful or sexy like Jenny. Her modest breasts breasts could be barely seen beneath her top and she was pretty straight up and down after that. A crop top and pair of casual shorts had been chosen to emphasize what she did have. Between that, the dull brunette hair, and the average face she was really nothing special. Jenny kind of felt bad for her.

Jenny’s blue eyes lit up with a rare idea, “hey you can be my new best friend!”

Jodie’s mind swam with sudden memories inundating her head, of meeting Jenny at the mall while she was shopping. How she had felt a common kinship with her both easily getting distracted by certain things, Jenny it was sex, Jodie it was shopping. Jenny appreciated her ability to make her money stretch as far as possible while shopping and Jodie knew that if she went out with Jenny she would not be alone that night, either some guy or Jenny herself.

“Aww thank you Jenny, we were already friends but I’m glad we’re best friends now” she gave the bimbo a hug. It was always an exercise in futility to feel anything but her boobs in the hug but it was the thought that counted.

“That’s ok most girls totally don’t like to hang around me, they like think I’m going to like steal their boyfriends or junk. But you’re totally not like that, you must like girls like me more than silly boys” Jenny replied returning the rare simply friendly hug.

A warmth spread through Jodie as once again her reality changed, the effects this time reaching much further back. To an adolescence where an attraction to girls was discovered and more than that, to femininity. The girlier the girl, the hotter it made her. She couldn’t look at cheerleaders without blushing and the popular girls with their perfect hair, perfect bodies, and perfect style were absolute perfection to her.

It was in high school when she discovered porn and the bar of femininity was raised for her. Normal girls didn’t do it for her anymore, they needed big boobs, butts and lips. To have hair as blonde as can be and nothing in their heads but the most feminine of subjects, shopping, making themselves pretty, and most of all sex.

It was in her first year of college that she discovered what she truly wanted, what she truly lusted after, bimbos. Soon as she had discovered it, everything fell into place. Everything made sense, she devoured every bit of bimbo porn she could find. Masturbating for hours and hours, cumming countless times. The idea of caressing and fondling such a perfect specimen of femininity, to have nothing come out of her mouth but valley girl speech and a pretty, pink tongue.

She’d met girls with some of the components, rich girls with paid for bodies but sharp wits and no libido. Dumb girls dripping with “likes” and “totally”s but no bodies to speak of and no interest in her. Slutty girls who were ready for anything but were cunning enough to know it and no desire to improve their bodies. All she’d wanted was someone like she saw in all her searches, someone that was all she wanted. She’d even gone to a adult film convention to meet her favorite bimbo porn star only to find out it was all an act.

She’d felt lost and depressed in the idea that her ideal bimbo would be always out of reach and she would have to settle for someone who was close but not quite there. It was when she was using some retail therapy to make herself feel better that she’d met Jenny. The poor topless girl was lost in the lingerie isle and couldn’t figure out why none of the pretty clothing fit her. Jodie looked her over and the sun came out from the dark clouds that had dogged her. The woman of her dreams was before her and if she could help it she would never let go.

She offered to help and after convincing her to put her top back on Jodie took her to a store she knew that she was aware held the sizes of lingerie she would need with the amount of sexiness that they both liked. Once Jenny flashed a no limit credit card, Jodie knew it was love. Acting as her personal shopper their wardrobes quickly filled with the sexiest clothing they could find.

To thank her Jenny offered to lick her pussy and Jodie, already soaking wet, readily agreed. The fact they were both still in the store was inconsequential as Jodie was brought to orgasm after orgasm by Jenny’s talented tongue and hands. A few more shopping dates like that and Jodie knew she never wanted it to end. She’d found her perfect woman and she was never going to let go.

Back in reality, her body didn’t change too much fundamentally she was just emphasizing what she had more. Her outfit was precisely design to attract the kind of woman she wanted with bright colors and clattering jewelry. Drawing them in with the sound then the color. Her makeup was impeccable, showing years of practice and experience while her hair was also perfect with only the best of salon stylists being allowed to touch it. Her top was a custom “I <3 Bimbos” tee a couple of sizes too small and perched on her prominent chest just off to the side was a badge that said “Personal Shopper”

In her new reality Jodie had a fetish for bimbos and she reveled in it. It was one of the best parts of being friends with Jenny, Jenny herself was a bimbo but she had this habit of finding Bimbos and bringing them home. Once Jenny was done with them, Jodie always managed to have some fun with them. If she was lucky they’d even let her take them shopping and dress them up in all pretty, sexy clothes.

The hug they had been sharing changed subtly from something shared between friends to something more sensual. Jodie nestled into Jenny’s cleavage as she held her best friend close, one hand on her butt groping and kneading gently. She looked into the eyes of her perfect woman “I think I love you Jenny”

“Aww sweetie I like love you too” whatever Jenny might have meant with the reply, the universe had other ideas. Love welled up in their eyes as the shared once again from something lust filled to something more sensual, more caring. A common connection of unbreakable love formed between the two of them that would never break sealed when Jenny said “like forever and ever”

“Ew do they have to do that here? Her boobs are gross, they look like rubber” said a girl off to the side with a disgusted look on her face like she’s smelt something awful. “Don’t look Michael, just a pair of sluts, whoring it up.”

Jenny and Jodie looked to the girl, she was prim and proper. A sunshine blonde in jeans and a T-shirt with no make-up on her face and no effort put into her hair beyond a brush and hair tie. Michael, the boyfriend, was pretty average as well wearing much the same as his girlfriend and having done about as much with his hair.

“I’m giving my girlfriend some PDA, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it” said Jodie upset that what she considered to be a much lesser woman was insulting their relationship and her Jenny’s glorious chest.

Jenny just laughed “it’s like ok Jodie, she’s just totally jealous she, like, doesn’t have a pair like these” she gave her boobs a squeeze in the girl’s direction. Eliciting a moan from her lips and a flutter of her eyes.

The girl’s reality was changed as her past was replaced with longing and jealous towards girls with fake breasts. The many hours spent looking at pictures and finding the best surgeons. Memorizing types and sizes from saline to silly string, from letters to numbers followed by cc’s. She did all the things to prep yourself better for the surgery, the exercises and the creams. Every free consultation she had gone to they had called her ideal but she’d never been able to follow through. She had tried saving several times but something kept coming up and she could never afford them, she always came short. Michael had no idea and she was still too embarrassed to tell him that the thing she wanted most of all was a pair of massive fake bolt-ons on her chest.

Her expression changed from a look of disgust at the lewd display to a face of shame her ears going red from the bimbo picking her fondest desire. The girl tried to stammer a response but couldn’t string the words together the confrontation being too much for her.

Jodie giggled “looks like you picked it sexy, little miss no tits wants some.” She scoffed “but rubber? Really?” she walked behind her girlfriend then resting her chin on Jenny’s shoulder she reached up and groped her tits “these are the best boobs in the world. Comparing them to rubber is like comparing wine from a box to Champagne. I thought a girl who got turned on by the sight of them would know that”

“Like, don’t be hard on her and stuff Jodie,” Jenny was pleasantly buzzing from the hands gently groping and caressing her fantastic chest. She wasn’t even sure where her hands ended and Jodie’s began but she honestly didn’t care. Anger quickly fleeting she continued “she just likes the look of rubber and latex and all that kind of stuff, I like bet she loves to totally wear it under all her clothes. Like the feel of it against her skin gets her off, like so bad”

“Oh that makes so much sense sweetie, and they call you stupid,” Jodie kissed her on the neck “tiny tits has a latex fetish”

“Ah huh” Jenny said agreeing with her girlfriend. She always had trouble arguing with Jodie when she touched her boobs like that. “It’s like why she can’t afford better boobs. Her wardrobe is totally filled with kinky latex outfits”

Unseen by all but definitely felt by the girl was all of her undergarments switching from the mixed match department store set to designer latex. She remembered considering wearing a catsuit that day but considering the warm weather went with a blue bra, panty and stocking set. The shame she felt at not telling her boyfriend her secret, the real reason she always took so long to get dressed, and finally it being revealed in front of everyone. She couldn’t help it though, the material tight against her skin made her feel so great, it made the daily drudgery of her life tolerable.

Michael, who had up until this point stayed silent, took a moment to look down the back of her shirt showing him that she was in fact wearing something shiny and tight under the dull shirt. He stepped back from her “I can’t believe it, this is where our money keeps going missing? You have a fetish and you didn’t tell me about it?”

“I’m sorry Michael, it’s just so embarrassing but I can’t stop. I want to wear it all the time and not just under my clothes but as my clothes. I want every scrap of clothing I wear to be latex and I can’t stop it” she was on the verge of tears. Stepping towards her boyfriend she pleaded “please help me Michael”

He stepped back “I don’t know if I can. I mean, I thought you just really liked those jeans, not that they were your only pair.” He paused for a few moments as he saw her cheeks go red “really? I was right? Just so we’re clear I’m not angry because you have a fetish I’m angry because you lied to me Amber”

Jenny and Jodie shared a look of disbelief before Jenny said “Amber? That’s a bimbos name”

As incredulous as it may have sounded coming out of her mouth, reality didn’t see it that way as her word became law. A ripple went through reality as it adjusted, every Amber was now a bimbo starting with the Amber in front of them. Gone was the shame and embarrassment, arousal flooding her system as her mind emptied space to make room for the essential skills a Bimbo needs. Years of sexual experience filled her as much as perfecting her appearance to attract as many people as possible.

Her figure didn’t change much, she wanted bigger boobs to match the bimbo ideal and to fulfill one of her oldest desires but all that latex was just too tempting for her. She made it work though, she had the silver white hair held back by a head band and the perfect posture and make-up bright and pretty like it was supposed to be. Her fetish was no longer something she hid but something she wore with pride, bimbo chic with a latex twist. Like what she was wearing; white platform latex heels paired up with pastel blue leggings so tight a prominent camel toe was on display. A white corset with a blue swirl design clinched her waist in tight and thrust her boobs up and out which were mostly covered by a blue strapless top showing a hefty amount of cleavage.

“Oh Michael, like, don’t be angry. I can totally suck your dick if it’ll make you, like, feel better” in her new mind she wasn’t sure why he was even angry with her but she figured it was always better to offer up what she was best at.

As for Michael he was pissed at her for a different reason now, she’d taken his credit card without asking and had run it up into massive negatives. All to satisfy her obsession with all things latex. They hadn’t been dating long either, only a couple of dates. He’d met her at a club his friends had dragged him to, bought her a couple of drinks and then took her home. She was the one night stand that never stopped.

In hindsight he figured he should’ve realized when he found out her name was Amber. He normally didn’t go for her type either, Bimbos were fun but he couldn’t consider anything long term. He figured he’d drop her after a week, help rebound off the last serious relationship. Didn’t expect her to wipe out his credit card though. Worse she probably didn’t know she did anything wrong.

The offer of the blowjob was tempting, after all he could always cancel the transactions.

“No, you know what Amber we’re done” he said throwing his hands up and walking away.

Jenny had watched the entire thing go down and couldn’t help but feel sorry for Amber but she understood where the man was coming from. Stealing was wrong and even bimbos should know better than to steal, especially from their boyfriends. “Hey stud, there’s like no reason to break up. You love bimbos, so she’s quirky. That’s why you like her.” Jenny was standing in front of him blocking him with her tempting chest.

In an instant Michael’s world changed, gone was the average guy as muscles beefed up and a sexual prowess dominated his being. He’d gone to the bar by himself, and he had targeted her. Everyone knew the rumors about girls with the name Amber and she was no exception. She had her own twist though and he could tell from the start she was as comfortable in latex as if she’d been born in it. Because he loved bimbos and he’d been with girls that had come close but Amber was the first true bimbo he’d ever had the pleasure of being with. Convincing her to come home with him was easy, all he had to do was let her run her hand his crotch.

Once home, he claimed her the best way he knew how and she loved every minute of it. He didn’t bother to count the amount of orgasms they had together. The truth of the matter was that he had finally found a bimbo and she could match his prowess as only a bimbo could. Upset as he was at the stolen card he was reconsidering his position, perhaps discipline would be better than abandonment. Then again it was another bimbo that stood before him and he could feel his crotch starting to thrum in anticipation.

He ran his hands up her sides, “how about you help convince me by letting me have my way with you. Then I’ll gladly take Amber back because unfortunately for her she doesn’t have your rack and I would love the entire package more”

She gripped his hands and slid them down to her crotch, barely covered by a skirt before stepping away suddenly “oh stud I would love to but I, like, already promised Jodie some alone time but, like, I’m sure a big guy like you already has everything he needs to make a perfect bimbo. Like here’s my number,” she spent a couple of moments fishing a marker she used to tally conquests in a night from her cleavage and took at least twice the time remembering and writing down her number for him.

He looked back to Amber, an influx of power settling over him. “Very well then, haven’t really put her through her paces yet anyway” he turned back to Jenny and lifting her hand kissed it “until then”

The predatory look in his eyes made her tremble and she was tempted to jump him then and there but she remembered her promise to Jodie. They were on a date, no distractions. Jodie stepped over and offered her card, it promised personal shopping services with a specialty in bimbos. With that done she took her girlfriend’s hand and left leaving Michael with Amber.

He looked down at the card and knew he would need to keep it, he would need Jodie’s services in the future. With the card in his pocket he strode up to Amber, standing a full foot taller than her. Being that close to him made her quiver in anticipation and she had a feeling he wouldn’t leave her dry. Michael looked down at her and then to his hand, he concentrated for a few moments before it started to glow. Placing it on her cleavage, he watched as her boobs perked up and then balooned out filling with implants. It was a power he had and reveled in “now let’s take you home Amber, I think you need to be punished properly”

She giggled and followed eagerly, unaware of what was in store for her but hoped it would mean a lot of fucking. Equally unaware of how much her life had changed but eager to engage whatever life had for her. Because that was the way of the bimbo, happy and blissful.