Wendy's Horny Place

Please, be as blunt as possible and remember to dumb it down for me the complex situations that you want to explain.

"Mwuh! Pwease! Make 'euhm shtop!"

The worst part was that Maisie could barely see her expanding lips, except at the very lowest edge of her vision. She could certainly feel them, though. Pressure filled them and pushed them outward, ballooning her lips from merely full to plump and soft as they jutted forward from her face. The fuller they became, the harder they were to control, a permanent gap opening up between them. They wouldn't move how she wanted them too, forcing her to slur her words, fumble over the sounds. She was so panicked that she could barely scream, simply looking wide-eyed at the woman in front of her.

"Whoy? Whoy awe yhoo doing thisth??"

The dark-haired woman bristled. "Why? Really? You have no idea why I might want to do something like this to you? Not a single clue? Not even the tiniest inkling of—"

"Nnhoouu! Ah'fe goh' no ahdeea!" Maisie's lips were starting to push against her nose, creeping down her chin, taking up more and more of her face.

The dark-haired woman glared at her. "Does the name Mark mean anything to you? Mark Stolworthy?"

Maisie had met the man at a hotel bar a few weeks ago, had gone up to his room and down on him, but what did that have to do with anything? "So whuh?"

"I'm Erica Stolworthy, you home-wrecking bitch."

Suddenly, Maisie's eyes went wide. "Oh, mah gowhd! Ah ha' no ahdeea! Hee di'n' teww me ahnyffing abow' a whaffe!" Through the revelation of what was happening, Maisie was finding it hard to think. Every time her lips pressed together or felt the vibration of her voice, pleasure spread through her. Without even meaning to, she started licking her lips, moaning softly as the plump cockpads glistened.

As her anger grew, Erica charged for Maisie, grabbing her by hair and forcing her head back. "Uh huh. How is love to believe that. I'm sure you asked about it, right? I'm sure you double-checked to see if he had a wedding ring? You just couldn't wait to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use."

Maisie tried to defend herself, but her lips just wouldn't cooperate. She felt overwhelmed in so many ways that she couldn't form words at all, stammering out slurred syllables from her overinflated lips. Erica let out a wry, derisive chuckle. "Well, now you should find that to be so much easier. Now everyone who looks at you is going to know what a greedy, cock-craving suckslut you are. They're going to take one look at you and know that nothing you have to say could be more important than shoving something between your lips. And, don't worry, I've made sure that you embrace what you are, too."

Erica slipped her thumb between Maisie's lips.

Maisie's mind went blank.

Clearly, she was no prude, but her lips were now far more sensitive than her pussy had ever been and feeling something push between her lips rewrote the core of her sexuality. Without thinking, she began to suck, moaning around the intruder.

The sensation made Erica gag and she yanked her thumb from Maisie's lips. That little touch, so very brief, had immediately gotten her addicted to sucking, an oral fixation to the higher degree.

"Muhh! Muhhh! Need moowe! Moowe thuck!"

The timer rang, snapping Bella out of her concentration. Had it really been an hour already? She put a bookmark in and closed the cover, pushing it back on her desk before reaching her arms above her head and stretching her back. The stool legs scraped along the stone floor as she pushed back from her desk and stood, swinging her arms to stretch her shoulders. She picked up her mug and took a sip of her drink, letting it rejuvenate her. "Alright, time to check on the patient."

Amelia was exactly where Bella had left her. She hadn't moved a muscle, though that was largely because she didn't seem to have any muscles left to move. As far as Bella could tell, no one had ever taken that much bimbo potion at once and the results were fascinating.

Flickering torchlight danced across the smooth, plastic sheen that covered Amelia's skin. Bella grabbed Amelia's wrist and lifted her arm, listening to the joint creak. When she let go, the limb stayed perfectly in place. Her eyes, bright and glassy, looked vacantly at nothing in particular, staring off into the distance, unmoving and unblinking. The rest of her face was frozen, too, her plump, full lips parted slightly. Bella used her thumb to tug down Amelia's bottom lip and expose the inside of her mouth. The whole thing had been transformed, now merely a hole with ridged walls disappearing into her head.

With the effects compounding exponentially, Amelia had been pushed to the very extremes of bimbofication: she had become little more than a fuckdoll. Incredibly lifelike and almost disturbingly detailed, but a fuckdoll nonetheless. Nothing in her research had indicated that the Bimbo Potion could do this, so what she was seeing was really uncharted territory; there weren't many books that would publish her research, but it was at least interesting to her. The potion's effects weren't meant to be permanent and they would wear off over time. With how much she had taken, though, how much time was completely unknown, so Bella made sure to check on Amelia's state every hour or so.

Bella moved down to Amelia's chest. The breasts that rose there were a far departure from the B cups that had once sat there. These were full and round, big and almost painfully fake. The term "bolted-on" had never seemed more apt, with a clear outline of where the balloons of her tits sat against her chest and her ribcage. Her waist swept inward, giving her a perfect hourglass, before flaring out again towards a pair of unnaturally wide hips. Amelia's ass stuck out behind her much in the same way her breasts did in front.

Once again, Bella returned her gaze to Amelia's breasts. They really were spectacular. So perfectly round, so perfectly fake. She had outdone herself with that potion, even if Amelia had taken far more than she had ever anticipated. Her eyes looked up at Amelia's, empty and doll-like. She bit her lip. Amelia was a doll... She had agreed to make Amelia this potion out of a barely sublimated attraction... This was a golden opportunity. She might never get the chance to do this again. Bella swallowed and reached a shaky hand up towards Amelia's breast. She held it for just a second before working up the courage to give it a gentle squeeze.

"...hhhhhfffnnnn..."

Bella recoiled, pulling her hand back as if it had been burned. Her heartbeat spiked and thundered in her ears. The sound itself was poorly defined and unclear, like a muffled breath, but there was something more to it. Bella looked again at Amelia's face and was surprised to find it changed. The doll's pale cheeks now carried a rosy tint and her eyes seemed just a hair wider. Bella swallowed. "A-amelia? Are you in there?"

A few, long seconds passed without any kind of response. Bella wasn't sure what had happened. The breasts definitely weren't filled with air, so it's not like she was squeezing air out of a balloon. Clearly, Amelia had reacted with some degree of arousal to her touch, but what was going on inside the doll's head Bella had no idea. It was only once the adrenaline had started to subside that Bella realize that Amelia wasn't the only one feeling aroused. Her hand shook and her thighs rubbed together. She took another drink before setting the mug aside. A deep sigh almost exactly failed to calm her nerves. "Please don't hate me for this, Amelia..."

Crouching down, Bella put herself closer to Amelia's crotch. She spared a glance upwards towards Amelia's face only to immediately look back down again; the doll's face was completely blocked by the forward projection of her tits. With trembling hands, Bella hooked her fingers into the panties that wrapped around Amelia's hips and slid them down. They didn't come easily, but they did come down eventually. Bella's cheeks ached from blushing at the sight of her friend and crush's pussy. It was smooth and vaguely plastic, a toy like the rest of her. She tried not to think about how the bimbo potion might—or might not—have changed it. What shocked her, though, was that the soft mound didn't just shine in the torchlight; it glistened.

Amelia was wet.

Without thinking, guided by a mix of curiosity and arousal, Bella reached out and dragged a finger along the lips.

Amelia's whole body shook.

"...HHHhhhnnnfff..."

Bella shot upright again, looking at the obvious arousal on Amelia's face. The pink on her cheeks was deeper. Her eyebrows raised. She looked pathetic. She looked needy. The changes were subtle, but they were clear. Bella breathed out a shaky sigh. She could feel her own need taking over. She could feel her better judgement being washed out by the riding tide of her own arousal. She reached out and traced a finger in a tight circle around the bump that was Amelia's plastic nipple.

"...hhhhnnnnnfffffff..."

The edges of Bella's lips curled into a smile tainted with mischief and desire. "I tried to warn you, but you drank the whole thing, so... On some level, I think you wanted this."

With her other hand, Bella slipped two fingers into Amelia's fuckhole mouth and felt a subtle tickle of air rushing out as the walls around her fingers squeezed gently inward.

They are nice, aren't they? Full and soft and plump. You're forced to wear them proudly. Big tits you can try to hide under a jacket and a long enough coat will do an okay job of hiding a huge ass, but lips can't be hidden like that. They're a symbol of your status as Bimbo Fuckdoll and they stand proud on your face, meaning that there's no looking away from them. If they look at you, even for a moment, they see your plush, overfull lips, glistening with gloss and your own drool.

For you, though, I can't just make them big. That would be too easy! No, no, for you, it's not enough to have massive, plump, nose-blocking, chin-reaching, cocksucking lips. Your lips are going to be so fucking sensitive. They're going to be the most sensitive, most intensely erogenous part of your entire body. As your lips dominate your face, they'll dominate your sexuality, too. Putting anything between them will give you the most intense pleasure you've ever felt. One touch and you'll be addicted. That's all it'll take. Before you know it, you'll be sucking on anything you can get your hands on. Pens, straws, your own fingers. Sometimes, when you don't have anything, you just purse your lips together, flexing them and rubbing them against each other. As they get wet and slick with drool, you could make yourself cum like that.

You're well aware of the inevitable. You try to hold it off for as long as you can. The aching craving growing in your mind can only be resisted for so long. A dildo helps. Long, thick, ribbed and covered in bumps to drag against your lips. You lose your mind when you suck it, pleasure blasting away at your mind. It's the most intense thing you've ever felt. But you know it won't compare to the real thing. You can feel that doubt nagging at the back of your mind. It grows louder every day. Lips like yours need cock. They need to be fucked. They need to be wrapped around a real cock, warm and hard and leaking, feeling it throb between them as your lips drag over every vein. Once you get your lips around a real cock, there's no going back. That's who you are now. That's who you'll always be. A cock socket. A perfect fuckhole on your face.

You can’t call them tits! They’re obviously your

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"where did all those big words go ? can’t even speak anymore, can you?"

"i’m going to fuck you stupid. literally. until your brain is leaking out of your cunt with my cum."

"eyes rolling already ? good. keep taking it like the brain-dead slut you’re turning into."

"harder ? you’re drooling all over yourself and still trying to push back for more. how pathetic."

Growing tits should be an indicator of intellectual inferiority. All that nutrients and energy that was supposed to go to your brain is now wasted making milk jugs for men to grope.

At a party, some mean girls slip something into your drink that makes your tiddies start to expand in the middle of everything. As they see it taking effect, they come over and start bullying you about it, how big you’re getting, how their cute perky breasts are so much prettier than these udders you’re growing >.<

"Oh, my fucking god! Looking at her! The cow is actually fucking enjoying this!"

You want to deny it. You're desperate to deny it. All you can do, however, is bite your lip and whine. Between the alcohol and the hormones, you know that the moment you open your mouth, any words you could think to say would immediately be overpowered by either an uninhibited moan or, worse, a needy, desperate moo!

Every eye in the living room is focused on you. The bigger your breasts grow, the growth drug slipped into your drink clearly working wonders, the harder it is for anyone to look away. You try your best to focus on the slim girls standing above you, but the arousal surging through you makes your eyes flutter, threatening to cross. So you can't speak, you can't look at them, you can't do anything. All that's left is biting your lip and letting out a keening whine as you shake your head back and forth. The slender blonde looming over you just laughs.

"Who's going to want to play with those udders? They're so fucking gross; the way they sag is gonna make me sick!"

Your mouth is finally forced open by the blonde's hand reaching down and scooping underneath your breast. The soft, wobbling, still growing flesh overflows her palm and spills over the side. She lifts it up as high as she can, nearly mashing it against your face, before letting it drop and slap against your torso. The shifting weight jerks your shoulders forward, gasping and then letting out the breath in a long, low, cow-like moan. The perky brunette to her left makes a retching sound, pretending to gag.

"Ugh, such a greedy cow! We saw the way you looked at us!" The blonde to her right nods. The brunette continues. "It took us a while before we realized what you were actually looking at! You wanted boobs like ours, perky and perfect, the ideal C-cups to please anyone. We thought it was endearing, at first. But you just wouldn't... stop... staring!"

The brunette reaches down and, to punctuate each word, squeezes your breasts together, deepening the line of your cleavage and forcing their growing mass to bulge even more out of your increasingly inadequate top. As she does so, the blonde leans over you once more, grabbing her tits through her sheer top. Perfect handfuls, just like her friend said. While the brunette is busy teasing you, the blonde takes over the taunting.

"Like we'd ever let you be perfect like us! You're already bigger than both of us combined, but the night is young, don't you think?" From her purse, she pulls out a small bottle, twisting the cap and dumping out a handful of the pills into her hand. You do your best to say "No", but you really only get as far as "N....", pleasure making it impossible to go further. What's left of the rapidly dwindling, rational part of your brain tries to calm you down by saying that you can just refuse to swallow! You won't even open your mouth! You'll-

At that moment, the brunette pulls the straps together and your tits flop out. Your nipples, bigger and more sensitive than ever, quiver and twitch as cool air rushes in on them. They aren't left long on their own, though, and the brunette pinches one, lifting it and dragging your whole breast to her lips. As her tongue, warm and wet and lightly course, drags over your nipple, your brain shuts down. Behind your eyes, there's only white. Your jaw drops open, preparing to bellow out a moan to rattle the windows, but all of that gets interrupted as the blonde clamps her hand over your mouth, forcing the pills into it.

not the Regina George route but in reverse

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