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    “George you bastard what did you do to me?” Shelly screamed into the phone. “I was at the mall doing some Christmas shopping when I suddenly got an overwhelming urge to drop to my knees and suck someone’s cock. I was presenting my udde- boobi- tits to anyone who wanted to see them and begging them to let me suck them off. It didn't stop until security escorted me out of the store.” Shelly adjusted her shirt and bra, ever since that incident both felt like they were too tight on her. On the other end of the line George was half grinning, half embarrassed. “Shel, Im sorry, I didn't know you were planning on going shopping today, at the mall no less it was supposed to be a surprise for tonight”

    “What did you do to me, and how do I stop it Master? Cause it's like starting up again. My mouth feels so tingly and empty. Oh Master, when are you coming home? I need your cock” Shelly begged into the phone lewdly her jeans felt tight on her ass and thighs all of a sudden maybe she should take them off?”

    George’s voice took on a more authority tone at the word "Master“ Fuckslut. Do you have your headphones?” 

    “Yes Master, Fuckslut has Fucksluts headphones but how will that help Fuckslut get cock?

    George pinched the bridge of his nose Fuckslut was fun but she could be very single minded sometimes “Please put them on”

    “Ok Master” there was a light bit of shuffling “Ok Master they are on”

    “Hit the power button please” Fuckslut did and the world around her became quiet before filling with the sounds of George’s office. A cloud lifted and Shelly felt her mind revert to normal. Her shirt and bra still felt tight however 

    “Ok Im back explain”

    “So you know that silly internet game Wham-a-geddon?”, Well I thought it would be fun to tie your bimbofication triggers to that song, so the more you hear it the more you would bimbofy. I had a whole playlist where the frequency of the song amps up until it plays for 5 hours on loop. I was going to use it on you tonight as a surprise.”

    Now it was Shelly’s turn to pinch her nose “A surprise for me or for you? You know that game was made because it's one of the most frequent songs played on the radio the goal is to try and not hear it”

    “Well I guess for today you are playing on hard mode”. George said sheepishly. “Don’t worry, so long as you keep your headphones on, you should be fine, Now I have to go someone just started to play the song here I’ll see you tonight love you” 

    Shelly checked out the charge on her headphones Only a few minutes of battery left she hadn't been charging them. Pulling one headphone out of her ear she heard the fading voice “I'll give it to someone special” The headphones would charge if they were in the case and the song couldn't loop that often So Shelly decided to risk it. She only had a few more stores to hit. What is the worst that could happen?

    At about 5 o’ clock the employees of Victoria Secret were surprised by the strangest sight Woman walking into the store with the most plastic body any of them had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of pink lucite heels with the tags from Spencer gifts still on them.a pair of soaked panties that were making a buzzing sound and not much else. The tattered remains of a t-shirt and bra were clinging to the tops of her obviously fake breast. While the shredded flaps of her jeans were held up by her waist her ass cheeks were completely on display. A crowd of gawkers were following behind her staring at the bizarre woman. Through a face frozen with botox and lips so inflated drool was dripping from her keyhole pout. The woman was humming a song. It sounded like that old 80’s Christmas song that they played on loop around her. “Can you like help Fuckslut find something yummy for Fuckslut to wear to make Master’s cock hard?”

    One employee walked over to the bimbo and said “right this way maam”, guiding her to the back of the store to distract her while another ran to get security.

    An hour later George bundled the heavily bimbofied Shelly or- Fuckslut as she kept telling the security guard-into his car to take her home. he had forgotten one key feature of that particular christmas song: How easy it was to get stuck in one’s head 

Barbra examined the choker with a wary eye. she was supposed to be shopping for a birthday gift for her boyfriend, but something about this choker had caught her eye and was slowly catching her brain. The choker was not her style, and was so over the top she wasn't sure it was anyone’s style. Bubblegum pink, with the word Barbie on it in rhinestone encrusted letters styled to match the font of the namesake toy. Still something about the choker’s honest unblated gaudiness made Barbra’s head swim; she had to have it. Taking the choker to the register, she had it scanned then removed the tag and slipped it around her neck. shuffling the ends of her short brown hair, she locked the clasp into place.

Barbra found herself admiring her new bling in a jewelry mirror by the counter. It was so tacky it made her smile. “Here is your change. Have a good day Barbie.” the clerk said.

Barbra felt a numbing tingle run up her spine, ending in a relaxing brain fog settling over her mind. every ounce of stress left her body leaving her floaty and relaxed. The one exception was her clothing; it felt a little tight particularly, around her tits and ass. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive and it took a fair bit of will power to stop herself from rubbing them right in the middle of the mall. Chalking the feeling up to fatigue Barbra decided to treat herself to a coffee, something strong and bitter to wake her up.

Walking toward the coffee shop she called her boyfriend Darryl “Hey babe what’s up” he asked answering the phone

“Not much just shopping, has anyone told you you are a pain to shop for?”

Darryl laughed “from you baby it's not that hard just wear that red dress i like with the bow on the back. You are the only present i need”

“You hornball” she said laughing “maybe if i'll get a nice set of fake tits and call that your present,oh hang on a sec. I have to order. “

“What can I get for you?” the barista asked

“Um a red eye black please”

“Got it. Name?” he said, eyeing the out of place choker around her neck

“Barbie '' the name came out instinctually followed by a giggle. The tightness in her shirt and pants intensified and something about her head felt wrong. she shook her head making the pair of long blond pigtails dance around her face cutely.

Returning to her call they chatted for a bit while her order was prepared

“Order for Barbie!” the barista yelled.

Baraba’s world spun like she was drunk. A strong sense of vertigo overwhelmed her like she was suddenly a foot taller. Stepping over to get her drink, her pink platform heels clacked on the tile floor. “Like here!” she said, picking up her iced frappuccino, Taking a sip she nearly gagged on the sweet liquid in her cup. “hey” she said to the barista “This totally isn't my order!”

The confused barista checked the ticket and showed it to her “one skinny Iced mocha latte for Barbie '' she read. Barbra face suddenly felt heavier particularly in the lips and eyes. She fluttered her long lashes at the barista. “I like ordered the unicorn frap since it matched my outfit” She gestured to the baby pink t-shirt she was now wearing with the word Fake emblazoned tightly against tits that were not larger than her head this morning.

The barista rolled her eyes at the walking sex doll in front of her “That's what I gave you Barbie” with a blink of her heavy lids the drink was in fact the proper bubble gum pink color. She smiled as best she could through her botox frozen face “Sorry I can be a bit of a ditz sometimes' '. she said before clacking away from the counter. Now refueled with a surgery drink she passed a store that had a mirror in its display. Barbra for the first time saw the full effect of all the changes: a heavy make-up caked face, frozen with plastic surgery. framed by a pair of high blond pigtails that tickled the underside of her chin when she shook her head. Her chest was now a pair of fake looking bolt ons and a tapered waist ending in a pair of pink cheeky shorts that did little to cover the BBL she was dragging behind her. On the very bottom was a pair of pink platform heels that clacked cheaply with every step she took. The entire package was wrapped up with trashy looking rhinestone bangles, wristlets and belts. This body was sex on legs designed to make cocks hard and pussies wet. The shock of the transformation was enough to cut through the pink fog that was settling around Barbra’s brain. The changes and weird feelings she had had led her to a single conclusion: The choker. The pink fog was rapidly refilling her brain making her thoughts slow and simple. The choker was turning her to this, this bimbo! She tried to remove it but her long claw nails couldn't press the release button.

She stamped her foot and pouted what had she been doing again? She pulled out her phone and dialed the one person who could help her “Hey Darryl?” she said.

“Yes, Barbie” her boyfriend said At the sound of her name her tits doubled in size again and her lips puffed up into a keyhole pout. “I need your help! something is happening! I bought a collar at a weird store and it's doing something to Barbie! And Barbie can’t stop it! please come Daddy! I'll suck your cock so good if you help!”

Those were the last words she would be able to say easily when her lips puffed up further making talking difficult. “Don't leave the mall” her boyfriend said “I'll be right there”

“Like thank you Daddy” she forced out. These lips were made for one thing and it wasn’t talking. Settling her inflated rear on a bench she noticed something that she had missed before, Something hard stiff was in her ass. Squeezing her rear she could just make out the shape. It was a butt plug. Rocking forward just a bit she let out a gasp. The tip rubbing inside her gave her the ghost of an orgasm. the pink fog intensified at the feeling. her body shivered suddenly feeling pent up like she hadn't orgasmed in weeks. Thoughts of all the yummy edges she had been having flooded her mind. She sipped her drink through the straw, having something between her lips to suck on felt so right.

A mother and her daughter walked by her. “Look mommy! the girl said. “That lady looks like a Barbie!” the mother sniffed. “Looks more like a harlot to me but come along child”

Barbie's phone beeped and she felt something begin to vibrate in her panties. One hand found its way to her breast while the other slipped between her legs teasing herself close to an orgasm. She would stay nice and wet for daddy once he arrived. maybe she could convince him to fuck her in the bathroom, that would be fun! She opened her eyes hoping someone would see what a horny slut she was. What a good bimbo she could be. the quiet mmhs build to moans that steadily grew in volume. She was so close. she need to fuck. She needed cock.

“Barbie?” Barbie’s eye shot open as a screaming orgasm nearly escaped her lip.

She looked up and saw Daddy standing over her confused. “fuck me?” she asked. Eyes pleading for him to understand what she needed. “Fuck me?” she begged. Hefting her oversized ass off the bench, she shook it for him desperate for something to fill her. “Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK MEEEEEE!” were the only word she could force out of her lips.

Darryl looked at her confused. “What happened to you?” He saw the clasp of the collar around her neck “That’s right. Hold still I’ll give you what you want” he pressed his denim covered cock against the fabric of her shorts. Her body instantly stilling in response. A few second of fumbling and she was free. Her body began to feel lighter, while her brain felt faster. her love doll curves shrinking back to her normal proportion. her clothing becoming the jeans and t-shirt she had arrived at the mall in. The only lasting change was the butt plug, she could still feel it inside of her and she was surprised to find she didn’t mind it. Darryl looked on in shock, until the changes finished. “Are you ok to drive?” he asked cautiously.

“I think so,” she said, rubbing her head.

“Looks like you found the best birthday gift for me after all” he teased trying to lighten the humiliating experience she had just been through. She threw her arm around him for a comforting hug and snuggle at his joke “maybe i did. and if you're good i'll put it back on later with that red dress you like so much”.

He pulled her into a tight embrace “Best gift ever”.

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This was so much fun to write, I drew heavy inspiration from an (AB/DL) story The Magic Collar by https://www.deviantart.com/peculiarchangeling check out their stories if you are into that sort of thing

Also I have no clue who the model in the picture is if anyone knows let me know so I can credit them

A homly girl brunette, small bust, flat ass.

She is of modest disposition wearing a loose unflattering outfit.

Her breast balloon.

Her shirt tightens.

Her ass expands.

Her pants become form fitting.

Her nails turn red and lengthen.

Her hair grows longer, beginning to turn blond.

The first button pops off shirt.

Her bust grows.

Her stomach flattens.

Her skin tans.

Her mind begins to simplify.

Her sex wettens.

The second button pops.

Her panties shrink to thong

Her ass get bigger.

A hour glass figure develops.

Her hair fully turns blond

Her pants revel the top of her butt, and whale tail panties

Her sex drive increases.

Her shirt rips at the top.

Her mind strongly craves sex.

“What’s up fun-fam! I thought y'all would like to see that I do more for Daddy then just pleasure his cock. I also help out with the laundry!” Sky made sure to put in a little extra jiggle for the camera as she bent over to put her outfits into the dryer. She could feel all her fans staring at her panties under her skirt. It made her feel so yummy. 

Over his monitor Tom watched as his bimbo fiancée prance around their laundry room: putting on a show for her followers. Skyler had been so smart once, dressing in power suits and other such professional clothing. “Clothing makes the woman” she said to her mirror. Tom had decided to take her up on that challenge. Using his skills as a chemical engineer he had formulated the detergent that she was now erotically sniffing for her cam fans. “Mmmh I just like love this special detergent Daddy made for me! It makes everything smell like bubblegum and cotton candy!” The detergent slowly changed her clothing with each successive wash. Her skirts grew slightly shorter, stockings grew longer, underwear got racier. And as the clothing changed, so did the woman. Wearing the outfits Skyler began to focus a bit more on her appearance, applying just a bit more makeup to match her changing wardrobe. Soon she began buying more clothing that suited her changing fashion sense. As her outfits changed Skyler noticed that the way her coworkers treated her changed along with it. Stares at her rear or chest became increasingly frequent. Men around her seemed more friendly and eager to help her. 

After loading the clothing and closing the lid Sky looked at the camera “hey you guys wanna see my impression on a washing machine? She began to rotate her hips sensually humming a Selena song when she got a full turn around she flipped up her mini skirt showing off her glistening pussy to her horny viewers.

 The next load of laundry moved her wardrobe another notch sluttier. Her skirts became so short and tight the tops of her garters came into view and if something was on the bottom shelf it was clear that her panties had become a thong. Skyler didn't seem to notice. Of course she loved modeling even skimpier outfits for Tom. an old tshirt of hers had shrunk to a short tight belly shirt that showed off her beautiful tits.

 Does this skirt make my ass look big? She asked the camera  shaking her rear for the viewers she giggled at that “clothing does make the woman” he thought “a few cycles ago she would have been furious at me for recording this on my phone” he thought. The fourth load saw the addition of stripper style heels to her wardrobe. She loved click-clacking around the office watching as her boss smiled as she went by him.

Watching his fiancee masturbate on top of the vibrating washing machine made him think  back to the day she had gotten fired. Her once professional suits had gone through five slutty cycles and were starting to look like fetishwear and lingerie. On that fateful day,  some high up had walked in on her sucking her boss's cock under his desk, wearing a white t-shirt that said Bimbo in barbie script and a mini skirt that stopped at the crest of her ass. She then tried to suck the Higherup’s cock to become his exxx-cutive assistance.

 When she had gotten home she didn't seem to really understand what had happened. Only that it meant she had more time to go shopping for hot outfits. Those shopping trips were what caused Tom to make her only fans’ mostly to offset the bill she rang up at the mall. Ending the stream she prance into his office and kneeled between his legs, ass wiggling invitingly for his cock. she looked so fuckable like that. the scraps of clothign she had only enhancing her sexual need, rather then hiding it “fuck” Tom though as he slipped easily into her wet snatch. Clothing really does make the woman.

“I’m telling you this chick's tits were out here!” Gary bragged to his buddies as they shared a drink at a local sports bar

“And I’m telling you you are full of shit! That girl you were bragging about being a smoking 11 last week; I looked her up, she is barely a 6” his buddy Andy responded.

“I said she was an 11 when I was drunk! Looking her up sober doesn't count. But that doesn't matter cause the chick I was with the other night was an 11 sober! Her tits were beautiful and her ass, god; I wish I could remember her name.” Gary said. 

His friend Oliver snorted. “Of course you can't, then we could find her and see if you're full of shit!” 

Steve and Pete nodded in agreement. They had heard Gary telling tales of exploits before, and the women were never as hot as he made them sound. 

“Actually he is being quite modest, we did have fun the other night”. A sultry voice added to the conversation. Its owner stepping up to the table. The hottest woman any of the men had ever see casually came into view. Her fiery red hair hung like a waterfall down her back, her breasts full DDs that had been spilling out of her bra, ending in an ass that could stop traffic. She settled that plush rear into Gary’s lap and cheekily took a sip of his beer. Gary for his part felt like a king, the way her soft flesh felt on his lap made him hard so fast he got a head rush. Feeling it jiggled while she got comfortable he was surprised he didnt cum on the spot. She kisses his cheek before continuing “You left out the best part, the blond with the giant rack that gave you a tit job while I was in the shower. Remember?” The memory forming in Gary’s mind, how could he have forgotten?Those tits had been amazing, round, perky, they were obviously implants. But who cared when they were wrapped around his dick?

 A giggle brought him back to reality. A blond strode up to the table, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor of the bar. She leaned over Gary’s head so her massive tits rested on the top of his chair “Yea that totally was fun! She said in a high pitched girly voice. “But not as much fun as the week before I bet. You showed me a picture of that girl, the one with lips so pumped up she could barely talk Member?”

Gary certainly did. It had been the best blow job he had ever had, right in the back of this pub. The guys had bet him he couldn't get that chick's number, but he had sure showed them. She had been pretty, but what she could do with her lips. He almost regretted giving her a fake number. Then again, if he hadn't then he wouldn't have met, what were their names again? The blond and the redhead, hell what was Lip chick’s name? He searched for it but it never appeared. It was a painful flick to the forehead that got him to focus this time. When he focused Lip Chick was at his side. Her beautifully sculpted lips turned into an adorable pouty frown. “If you had gifen me your real number, You would hafe seen what these could really do. but oh well you're lost." She walked up to Pete and settled into his lap with a wet kiss on his cheek. The group ordered another round and relaxed. Gary particularly enjoyed how the Redhead felt on his cock. He hoped he could get the Blond and the Redhead to give a repeat performance. 

A bit later the blond and the redhead started arguing about something Gary hadn’t been paying attention to, only tuning in to hear “Don't get me wrong Red, you have a beautiful ass but this woman Gary and I played with the other week end, I was worried she wouldn't be able to get through the door of my apartment with hips that wide. Member Gare?

Gary’s hand reflexively squeezed Red's meaty thigh as the memory came to him. Him and The Blond had found the Brunette at a club, chatted her up, and brought her home. The memory of his cock squeezing between her soft ass cheeks was overwhelming. She had felt so good that words failed him, particularly when the same brunette settled herself on Andy’s lap “I hear my name. Were you too sluts talking about little old me?” The brunette had a lovely southern drawl that matched with the rugged flannel and khaki shorts she had shoved her oversized curves into. Blondie squealed excitedly, throwing herself into The Brunette’s arms before wrapping her own around the woman’s hip and rear, trying fruitlessly to get her arms all the way around the soft orbs while kissing her aggressively. 

“Get a room you too” Lip Chick said taking a break from her own make out session.

“I actually just came from mine. After a wonderful fuck session with Gary and Olivia there” said the brunette coming up for air to toss Oliver’s hair. Oliver looked confused “Olivia?” 

“Oh no need to hide from us Olivia. We all know how much of a bimbo you are. All those pink slutty outfits you wear. That's how you ended up in a room with Gare bear and me. Gary was mauling those massive tits of yours. While I sat on his face and he ate me out, oh it felt so good you remember right Gary?” 

Gary did. The brunette’s ass was so large he had been afraid it was going to suffocate him. That just made his cock harder. Which had made Olivia scream even louder. She had bounced on him so hard, that her tits had flopped out of the pink wrap top she had been using to conceal a bit of modesty. Lucky she had put it back on before coming down to drink with him and the lads she was such a ditz he half expected her to forget it. He looked at her over the table and saw she was playing with her nipples through the shirt “Oh yea that was hot! God, I'm such a ditz, how could I forget an orgasm that good!” 

“Maybe because you were too busy masturabing to that night you Gary and Steffi over there had a threesome.” Red said. nodding over to Steven who had been quietly enjoying his beer before all of the women had come over. “You had been telling us that Steffi was such a blond she's more of a ditz than you are. Remember Gary?”

Of course Gary did. He remembered thinking this girl was such an idiot it was good thing she had nice tit’s. He also remembered pounding her into such a stupor she hadn't been able to form words for an hour, not that words were really what her mouth was for. That had been the best head he had gotten before he met Lip Chick. For her part, Steffi just sat in her chair, vacant eyes staring off into space, a ribbon of drool on her glossy lips.

Lip Chick stopped making out with Andy for a moment. “Remember the Titty twins Gary? What were their names? Andi and Petra! God those bolt-ons were nice. We had such a wild night!