Things have been crazy - big life-changing events and turnarounds, but things are finally back on track in terms of releases and future content. No more big gaps between stories, I promise... unless something else explodes around here, that is.

Either way, in addition to new stories on the way, there's a project being worked on that I think many of my fans - particularly those who enjoy the transformation side of my works - will enjoy a great deal. Nothing substantial to share yet, but only because I want to make sure we have something spectacular before we pull back the curtain. *Note: this isn't in reference to the bimbofication-focused game, which is also still in the works. Those of my fans who are definitely NOT into tf content - you still have something to look forward to, and not far off.

All that said, it's catch up time!
New story available: College Conversion

"The contamination spreads to a new area - the local university. Altering minds, bodies and even reality itself, the power leaves countless busty, bimbo dolls in its wake. The only one able to resist the new perspectives offered by the strange, pink liquid is professor Evan Sawyer. With his obsessive focus on his work, over time he's able to gradually come to see the changes for what they are, and make an attempt at figuring out the cause. To help, he recruits his star pupil Esha, hoping to test the limits of the substance in a controlled environment. As his student falls prey to the corrupting influence, however, even the disciplined professor finds his priorities shifting from research to rutting... and contagion."

This is the second story in the dollification/bimbofication series: Pretty In Plastic:

"Magic gone mad! From a corrupted post office outward, men and women alike are being converted into a wide range of humiliating sex-dolls. From plush-pawed puppydolls to pink, plastic playthings, no one is safe from the changes...."

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At least I know I don’t want to be a historian…’ Esha thought to herself as she watched her professor hike up her tight pleather skirt for her whole class to see.

“P-please watch… I can only cum when people w-wa… Edie Exhibitionist is a dumb dolly who needs to be seen!”

The bubbly teacher climbed onto her desk and proceeded to kneel on it before tearing open her blouse in a shower of buttons. The woman’s tits bounced free in front of everyone, and it seemed as though each jiggle gave them just a little more heft. Even when she held them in place, her fingers sinking into the pillowy breast flesh, they continued to bulge outward more and more by the second.

Esha watched the whole thing, unable to really grasp what was happening. If anything, it quickly became even more confusing. The teacher’s candy pink lips had both plumped up to an extreme degree, and also utterly ceased to move beyond a minor quivering. Meanwhile, the woman’s odd phrases continued unabated, as if her mouth was meant for something other than speech.

“Edie Exhibitionist is a slutty little tease! This dolly isn’t just for show, though! Edie Exhibitionist would love to be your playmate!”

The strangest thing for Esha though, was the strangely panicky look in the woman’s eyes. More than once her hands wandered away from her big, ballooning tits and instead slid experimentally across her flawless, almost plastic-looking face. Her lips held a happy dolly smile, though… as much as they could while staying in a perfect, open circle.

After a moment of roaming, her hands would either snap back into place holding up her massive bust, or they would slip lower to spread the lips of her pussy to reveal the same candy pink as her fuckhole of a mouth. As the clock ticked its way to the end of class, eventually her hands ceased to move as completely as her mouth. She held her sex wide open for all to see and use, and a gentle trickle of sweet lube spilled out onto the remains of her lesson plans.

Esha couldn’t seem to take her eyes away, and she’d begun to gently lick her own lips without even meaning to. Already she found herself wondering what it’d be like to have a taste of that stupid doll, and there was even a very brief moment where she imagined herself in its place…

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New story available: Bimbo Booby-Trapped

Waking up in a strange and staggeringly massive house, four women each try to do everything they can to escape unscathed. Standing in their way is corridor after endless corridor filled with doors, each one leading to a room with one purpose, and one purpose alone: to help anyone who enters down the path to becoming the perfect bimbo. Equipped with twisted challenges and alluring attractions, none of the girls are able to resist a peek or two... at first. The more they succumb to the power of the house, the more they want nothing more than to submit to it completely...

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The first room she thought had been some kind of joke. Locked inside, she’d been presented with a video to let her know what was expected of her. A shadowy figure told her if she wanted to escape, she had to let go of some of those inhibitions that had held her back for so long. The place to start, her captor said, was kneeling down in front of the door and pleasuring the thick, fake cock mounted right nearby.

She’d resisted at first, as she found out, the rooms were compelling. It wasn’t long before she was convincing herself that sucking on a piece of rubber was a small thing compared to being trapped in there for who knew how long. Soon, she was kneeling down and doing just that, thinking to herself that it really wasn’t so bad after all.

In fact, it wasn’t a minute later when Sydney started getting into it. Her voice in her head told her that if she had to do it anyway, she might as well enjoy it. The idea made too much sense to ignore, leading her to begin slurping her way up and down the toy with growing fervor. She’d loved the task so much she didn’t even notice the door swing open to free her. It didn’t matter that the way was clear anyway, she was far too close to just stop now.

Sydney wasn’t sure when she’d decided to touch herself as she sucked, but it had been an amazing idea. Timing her strokes with the eager bobbing of her head, she found both tasks all the more pleasurable. In fact, she loved the way her quickening fingers caused her to work the cock in her mouth even faster. By the time she reached the point where her loud, sloppy suckling couldn’t possibly keep up with the frenzied pace of her masturbation, she was beyond the point of caring.

Unexpectedly, the toy came before she did. Some kind of device she couldn’t see caused the thing to begin filling her mouth with something sweet and salty, which she gulped down loudly. It tasted like a man’s seed, from what little she remembered of the rare blowjobs she’d given in the past, but there was something else… almost like candy.

Whatever it was, it had made her feel really tingly inside, and it had given her the first of her changes. It started as she rocked in the those of her own climax, still mindlessly lapping at the dildo and its delicious payload. Needing to swallow every single drop, she’d started to suck on the cock harder and harder, until she felt her lips start to throb. Even when they started feeling funny, Sydney hadn’t been able to pull away – any more than she could stop rubbing her needy, sensitive sex.

Only when the toy was done dispensing was the young woman able to pull away. Still sucking hard, her lips slipped off the toy with a loud pop, and another round of delicious tingles around her mouth. Those sensations alone were enough to keep her down on her knees, staring at the toy jutting out in front of her...

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New story available: Trinket and Toys!

When a man finds a strange trinket while on a business trip, chaos erupts around him. Finding others changing to suit his wildest fantasies, the man's attention turns to his wife and her friends. Exposed to a world of pleasure they've never before imagined, each girl steadily slips down into her new role - Doll, Hucow, Bimbo - and her new life... forever.

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Mia rocked in her bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was filled with the scent of her lust, despite the frantic way she seemed to shake her head as she slept.  Grinding her pillow between her legs, the young woman flitted from fantasy to fantasy, caught up in kinks she never knew she had.

 Mia giggled vapidly, bending over sharply at the waist. Her position caused her tiny little skirt to rise up, revealing her bright pink thong. The drenched scrap of cloth was wedged tightly between the bare lips of her sex, and it rubbed softly against her clit with every wiggle of her soft backside.

Exposed as she was, the ditzy woman cared little about her dripping pussy – not when there was another wet, open hole she needed filling. Her mouth hung open, with her plump, pursed lips forming a perfect pillowy circle. Little lines of drool spilled from her fuckdoll mouth as she lowered herself closer to her prize.

She was too fixated on the throbbing cock in front of her to even manage to see who it was attached to. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew it to be her husband’s… her owner’s cock that stuck out in front of her. Slut that she was, it wouldn’t have mattered who it belonged to, but it made her extra horny knowing the man she loved was about to use her like a living sex toy.

Letting the hefty weight of her oversized tits pull her downward, she inched closer to her treat, her purpose. Her tongue slipped out, eager for a taste… but for some reason, she couldn’t quite reach. Straining, she moved closer, only to find that perfect, delicious cock had pulled back once more.

After a moment of frustrated confusion, the bimbo realized it wasn’t her man’s erection that was moving – it was her. Still bent over, she looked back to find a very familiar woman trying desperately to keep her from her prize. The redhead holding her had a horrified expression on her face as she scrambled to stop  Mia.

“No! Y-you can’t! That’s not me!” the woman shouted.

 Mia just looked back at her with a puzzled expression. She couldn’t understand why anyone would try and stop her from doing what she was made to do. More than that, she couldn’t understand how the woman could resist that perfect, hard cock right there. Maybe the woman thought Mia was gonna keep it all to herself?

“It’s totally okay! We can like, share and stuff!” she said with a giggle. The woman seemed even more shocked as Mia grabbed her and pulled her over, until they were both kneeling down in front of Mike.

The redhead shook her head, but Mia helped her out. Reaching over, she gently, but firmly tugged the woman’s head closer.

“I’m not a slut! Do you hear me? I’m not a-mmmf!!”

 Mia giggled at the weird woman, and the sight of her sputtering around Mike’s cock. A few seconds of having it in her mouth was all it took, however, and soon the redhead was bobbing her head up and down with mindless abandon.

“See? It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels so good…”

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New story available: Valkyrina Remade!

Still struggling with the after-effects of the Bimbo Bombshell's staggering power, Valkyrina fights for her city, and her identity. Caught between her rapidly increasing libido and her stubborn pride, she's pushed to her very limits. While she battles inward, and indulges outward, the city streets become more chaotic by the day. Word of her weakness reaches the darker side of Kent City, and forces beyond her understanding wait for the perfect moment to come and claim their prize...

This is the fourth story in the super-powered Kink City Bimbos series!

“After the Shift, no place was the same. Some places turned to chaos, others into bastions. Kink City is a little of both: a hotbed of perversion and super-powered conflict who’s boundaries blur at a moment’s notice. Whether hero or villain, on your knees or on top, there’s always a place for deviance in Kink City.”

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Her fingers, which had been stroking her slit through the worn material of her costume, immediately plunged through the cloth with a loud tear. Her pussy made a humiliatingly loud squelch as she stuffed herself, causing her to cry out just as noisily. More windows lit up, and the muttering and cheering of the people below served as the perfect background noise for her debasement.

No, no, no Valerie! You can’t do this! Everyone can see you! Everyone can…’ Her thoughts trailed off under the onslaught of shameful lust pouring through her.

Slowly, without consciously meaning to, she began to float towards the voyeuristic cameraman who had first photographed her. Not once did her fingers cease their steady thrum; not even when she got close enough to see her viewer. It was a young man, stunned and red-faced, with one hand on his camera and the other on his cock.

Valkyrina eased down close, until her feet were settled on the cool stone of his window sill. Spreading her legs as far as her flexibility would allow, the oversexed woman peeled away the tatters of suit that covered her slit. Another flash of the camera soon followed, causing Valerie to moan louder, and the drip of juices from her sex to become all the more apparent.

Her eyes were locked on the man’s cock, while her free hand roughly tugged down the front of her suit. Her tits bounced free, massive and jiggling; prompting the man to gasp. Flash after flash flickered from the camera, chasing out what little remained of Valerie’s inhibitions.

Nothin’ to lose… Already too far… Stupid slut…’

The man took a reflexive step back as Valkyrina floated inside his window. Resting her soft, round ass on the sill, she slowly pulled her fingers from herself. Legs still wide in open invitation, the lust-addled heroine began sucking her digits clean. Wordlessly she begged him to take her; from her desperate eyes to her dribbling slit leaking down onto the carpet.

He took one last picture before he stepped forward, stopping only to set the camera down on a nearby table. Valerie noted, with no small amount of excitement, that the camera was set to record. The little red light shined at her, reminding her of the gravity of what she was doing.

‘I could still go… I could grab the camera. Grab all of them, even. Then, no one would know… No one would know what a slut I’ve become…’

Valerie cried out, loud and lustful, as the man entered her. The feeling of a cock inside her drove any thoughts of backing out from her mind. More than that, as she began to give in to her urges, something inside her began to change as well. Slowly, as she shook in shameful ecstasy, her other side grew more dominant.

She sank down onto the sill, her flight tapering off until she couldn’t keep herself up. Nearly falling back out of the window, she barely managed to pull her curvy body inside before her ability gave out entirely. Her and her lover tumbled to the floor, and while the man seemed stunned by the sudden turn of events, Valerie wasted no time.

Sliding down his body, she dragged her swollen tits along him until the two soft globes rested on either side of his erection. Cradling them in her shaking palms, she began milking his cock with her breasts. Each time the head of his member crested her cleavage, she leaned down to suckle on it; lapping his precum as if it were her favorite ice-cream.

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Enjoy, and have a great weekend!


 
 
New story available: Caught Up in Costumes!

Several strangers find themselves stuck cleaning up an old abandoned community center, which is packed to the brim with old clothing and costumes. Slowly, as they fold and sort, each girl finds themselves drawn to one of the outfits. As they slip on each new garment, they find themselves changing bit by bit to suit what the clothes represent. From prostitute to submissive pet, to playfully naive young girl, the volunteers find themselves experiencing life and each other in increasingly more intimate and chaotic ways...

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For a moment, she considered another cigarette, but decided against it. As shitty as the job was, she didn’t want to lose it if some dumbass teen got tetanus or something. Sighing, she straightened herself out and gathered her things; trying to mentally prepare herself for the bullshit to come. She paused, however, when she caught sight of someone walking towards her. No… strutting towards her.

The girl was dressed in a tight, black miniskirt that clung to her slender hips, and she clacked along on heels that seemed about a size too big. Equally ill-fitting was the top the girl wore, which kept slipping almost scandalously low on her meager chest. Yet, despite the poor sizing, the young woman owned every part of the outfit, and the smile on her face was both confident and sexy. Between the oddity of the girl’s garb, and the sudden change in personality, it took Tara quite a bit before she recognized her.

“Lucy? Lucy, is that you?” she asked, just to make sure.

The other girl just smiled that sexy smile and sauntered closer, until Tara could smell the teen’s cheap perfume.

“So… You lookin’ for a date, honey?”

Tara just blinked a moment. “What the hell are you-“

“Mmm, can I have one of those? Thanks,” Lucy said, reaching down and plucking one of the cigarettes out of Tara’s pack.

With her confusion giving way to annoyance, Tara reached out and snatched the cigarette out of the girl’s hand before tossing it aside.

“Hey, hey! No rough stuff, okay? I mean, unless you’re willin’ to pay extra,” Lucy said, playfully.

“Alright, enough bullshit. Where’s the camera, huh?” As she spoke, Tara began looking around angrily. Jokes, and even traps weren’t uncommon considering who she often had to work with, though she hadn’t expected trouble from Lucy. The poor girl had seemed unable to speak her own name without stuttering in anxiety, before. Now, she looked like a huntress on the prowl, with just one kind of prey in mind.

“No camera, honey… Well, a couple of pics ain’t too bad if you want a souvenir, I guess. That is, if you’re lookin’ for some fun tonight.”

“There’s no way I’m falling for this. Come on, we’re going right to the main office and calling-“

“Baby, do these look like a joke to you?”

Tara stopped in her tracks, staring down at Lucy with shock-widened eyes. The young girl had flipped down her tube top, showing off her small, perky breasts with a devilish grin.

“Wh-what the f-“ Tara began.

“Oh, I know. Trust me, they’re real.” As she spoke, Lucy held up her breasts in pride… as much as she could considering their size. “And you can do whatever you like to ‘em, if you’ve got the cash.”

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New story available: The Bimbo Tourist Trap!

Quick note - Sorry there was so much time between releases this week. There's a good reason for it though: this story is literally twice the length of my usual works! The best part is, even though it's double the size, I've kept it the same price as a usual story. Enjoy!

Better still, I'm running a giveaway so you can have a chance to get your copy absolutely FREE! Just click HERE!


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"Four young women win the vacation of a life-time: one whole week at a top of the line resort, located on a privately owned tropical island. Everything is perfect from the moment they arrive, and they're greeted by warm sunshine, beautiful beaches, and a bevy of some of the most attractive hostesses they've ever seen. Of course, at first the girls are much more interested in the surf and sand, but as they begin to indulge in some of the exclusive drinks offered at the resort, they each find themselves becoming much more open to new experiences. Curiosity turns to urges, and urges turn into obsessions as each woman learns about their irresistible new role. From busty, bubbly bimbos to heat-filled hucows, they each find their place on the island - a place far too seductive to ever want to leave...."

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Kelly’s eyes blinked open, her fugue being interrupted by an odd sound in the room, and a gentle shake of the bed. Not sure what was happening, she froze in place and listened hard. Almost immediately she heard it again, followed by another small shake. It sounded like…

Unhhh…”

This time it was unmistakable; the sound she’d heard was Isabelle moaning in her… sleep? No longer alarmed, but still cautious, Kelly very quietly turned over. There, in the pale moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains, was Isabelle; completely nude, and definitely not asleep.

Blankets thrown off, utterly exposed, there was no hiding what she was doing. Kelly could even hear it, the slight squish of her friend’s pussy interlaced with more soft moans. The whole scene was odd as it is, but no more so than Kelly’s reaction… she felt undeniably, embarrassingly aroused.

She couldn’t understand it… she was straight as could be, and even her interest in men was tempered by a layer of prudishness. Yet there she was, getting an eyeful of her friend’s smooth, feminine body, while her traitorous pussy soaked her panties. It became even worse as Isabelle got into it; the scent of musk filled the room, while Kelly’s head filled with virginal thoughts about what another woman would taste like.

Isabelle bucked her hips, and Kelly watched the woman’s breasts jiggle on her chest with every thrust. The strange lighting made the other girl’s tits look bigger than usual… or maybe it was Kelly’s burgeoning lesbian desires. Either way, she was struck with the realization that she wanted nothing more than to just move closer and take one of Isabelle’s fat nipples into her mouth and just suck, and suck, and suck.

Heart pounding, she was actually considering doing just that. Despite her misgivings about her suddenly shifting sexuality, she just couldn’t seem to contain herself any longer. Then, right before she could act on her needs, Isabelle shifted her position once more. Spreading her thighs wider, she opened her legs as far as they would go, which left one of them draped over Kelly’s prone form.

Soft, supple flesh pressed against her own, and Kelly nearly lost her mind. She could feel every stoke, every shudder through the smooth leg resting on her, and each one felt as though it was tearing down a new layer of inhibitions inside her. All that was left was one little voice in her head screaming ‘I’m not a lesbian! I’m not a lesbian!’ but that was rapidly being silenced by the sensation of Erica’s thigh stroking over her.

Kelly closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she raised her hand and sent it lower. Isabelle paused as their hands made contact, and for a second Kelly thought the other girl was going to object; possibly even have a freak out about it. A heartbeat later, Kelly felt wet fingers clasp around her hand, guiding her downward.

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New story available: Best or Bust!

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"How far would you go for a million bucks? Three friends are about to find out when they sign up to be on the show 'Best or Bust!' Featuring challenges and changes that are simply too extreme to be real, the girls figure they'll get a nice payday for a little play-acting. Instead, they find themselves eagerly competing, quickly forgetting about the money as the game itself takes up all of their dwindling attention. While time ticks away, each girl slowly loses herself to the pleasure of the show, gaining inches of bust line and new hungers in return..."

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The attendant led her to a bright pink door; opening it up and ushering her inside. Jaylene complied, stepping into what looked like another waiting room. Lined with comfy looking couches, and furnished with a single table in the center, the room seemed remarkably welcoming to the dazed woman.

She settled in on one of the couches, only to find that it was vibrating with the same slow hum as her chair before. Normally, such a thing would just feel nice, like a mini-massage. Now though, with how worked up she was still, it was like purely passive masturbation. Well, almost passive… within moments she found herself grinding her ass against the cushion, trying to get the throbbing to go deeper and deeper.

Too caught up in pleasuring herself, Jaylene didn’t even notice the pale, pink gas filling up the room; not even when the heavy scent of candy began mingling with the constant aroma of her own arousal. Quite the opposite, in fact. As the sweet smell sunk into her senses, and her mind, she began to focus even more on her self exploration.

Uncontrollably rocking her hips, the horny woman groped at herself shamelessly, and once her hands met her chest, she nearly lost it right then and there. Pressed against the skin-tight jumpsuit, her tits felt so much bigger than before. Full and fat, they jutted out from her chest more and more as she fondled them.

Jaylene looked down at her breasts with a dopey smile on her face. Her boobies had never looked so sexy before! She just wished she didn’t have to cover them up with her stupid jumpsuit…

It took her several moments to realize she could just take off the suit, and it took even longer for her to figure out how the zipper worked. She fumbled with it for a while, her too-long nails making it difficult to do anything so precise. All the while her tits swelled on her chest, stretching the suit and causing it to ride up against her tingling sex.

She giggled at the sudden stimulation, which had caused her to completely forget her task of undressing. Instead, she began to bounce on the springy couch, using the wobbling of her massive tits to keep her suit rubbing her clit. Eventually though, the size of her growing breasts became too much for even the elastic suit to contain. With a loud snap, the zipper gave way, and her heavy globes bounced forth, her nipples standing out and stiff in the warm air.

The hard part done, the bimbo found it fairly easy to strip the rest of the way. She did run into some trouble peeling the damp suit off of her widened hips. On top of that, the moment her ass was exposed, she couldn’t seem to keep from touching it, enjoying the plush roundness of her altered body.

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First, a quick note!

Many of you may have noticed something popping up on some of my covers recently.
It means exactly what it says, that the title is nothing but delightfully busty women all throughout. This doesn't mean that other stories won't have lesbian scenes or even a heavy lesbian focus, but I want to make sure that everyone who is strictly into lesbian erotica have their stories too. For everyone else? Well, that's still double the bimbos, and that's just fine.

I hope this helps with clarity on future titles, and enables people to find the best stories for their tastes. And remember, if you have any questions or requests, I read each and every email I get, and there's a good chance I might just be able to knock out the story you've been looking for. Just click the envelope at the top of the page, or fling a message to Traveling.None@gmail.com

As always, I appreciate each and every one of my readers. You guys are awesome, keep it up. Now on to the new story!
New story available: Trixie's Treats!

No boys allowed in this girls-only tale of transformation!
Anxiety-ridden Beatrix is more than happy to spend Halloween cooped up in her house, even when her free spirit of a wife goes out to party. Her plans change when she receives a gift from their mysterious neighbor, and the costume inside leads to some very extreme role-play. Soon the shut in is skipping down the street, trick or treating without a care in the world... and more than happy to give a few treats of her own. As her costumes change, so does her body and mind... in all the best ways. From youthful excitement to panting, animal lust, Trixie is in for one wild night.

This is the second story in my transformation-heavy Mr. Holiday series!

"There's always a new holiday around the corner, which means there's a new way for Mr. Holiday to make his neighbors into his playthings. From fluffy bunny tails to firecracker triggered orgasms, there's no telling how far he'll go to make sure you really get into the holiday spirit…"

(Heavy transformation focus with intellect loss and bimbofication themes. May be odd, but fun. Fair warning.)

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Trixie didn’t even notice at the way her sexy wife’s words devolved into dumb, needy moos. Snuggled up tightly against Farrah’s curvy body, she suckled rhythmically, matching the beat with the hand she had squeezed between her legs. Every swallow was matched by a flurry of rapid stroking as she felt her body tingle with pleasure.

Milk had begun to spill out from her mouth as her climax hit, though she continued to suck away at Farrah’s udder. Her high pitched gasps were matched by long, feminine moos as her wife came as well. They clutched at each other in frantic embrace, each experiencing the most intense orgasm they ever had.

Before long they had both fallen to the floor, holding each other and giggling when their bodies still spasmed periodically. Neither cared about the mess they had made, with Trixie’s almost sugary sweet juices mingling with Farrah’s still dribbling milk. They were simply content to hold on another and kiss, letting themselves settle down.

Before long though, Trixie had slid one hand down Farrah’s back. Her fingers dancing playfully past her wife’s furry tail, she grabbed a handful of soft, jiggling ass. Farrah’s face slipped into a caricature of dumb lust, mooing quietly as she got up onto all fours. Nipples dragging on the floor, she wagged her round backside at Trixie, her tail flopping to the side to showcase the thick, prominent lips of her dripping pussy.

Trixie was stunned, but not too stunned to bring herself to her knees to begin slowly stroking her bare slit. As she reached out with her other hand, Farrah’s eyes sharpened once more, and she clumsily batted the girl away.

“You naughty little slut!” Farrah said, playfully admonishing the suddenly bashful girl. “You know how I get when I’m in heat. If we keep this up I’ll never make it to the party!”

Trixie mumbled an entirely insincere apology as she watched Farrah rising clumsily to her feet. She was struck with lust at the way her wife’s body seemed to be comprised of nothing but soft, feminine curves, her ass and bust jiggling in a most distracting way.  Every inch of her was voluptuous, especially her backside, and Trixie could see red marks where her bikini was tightly pressing into flesh.

Farrah tugged the straining fabric off, looking confused as to why she had been wearing clothing in the first place. She had a hint in her mind that it had something to do with costumes, but that couldn’t be right. She wasn’t wearing one, and as she looked over at Trixie, she noticed her wife wasn’t wearing one either. Still, she couldn’t seem to focus on her concerns, and being in heat meant her thoughts were constantly being pulled to being fucked, or being milked.

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New story available: Spilled Milk!

Still reeling from the changes wrought by her showdown with the Mad Milker, Miss Rebound is struggling to deal with her new libido, body, and bust size. She's not the only one, as her catgirl roommate, Kitty seeks to find a way to share the pleasure of those same changes with everyone in the city. Udder chaos ensues as our hero tries to clean up the mess, all the while trying to convince herself not to make another one...

This is the second book in the Kink City Bimbos series!

“After the Shift, no place was the same. Some places turned to chaos, others into bastions. Kink City is a little of both: a hotbed of perversion and superpowered conflict who’s boundaries blur at a moment’s notice. Whether hero or villain, on your knees or on top, there’s always a place for deviance in Kink City.”


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“Mmmmooooo… Mmmilk me… Fuck me…” the young cowgirl said, rubbing her face in between Dr. Dolly’s thighs, causing the doctor to shiver with lust. She was already having trouble staying focused, but when Katie’s long tongue slid underneath her short skirt, she went full dolly mode, and fast.

Dropping the nullifier, she fell first to her knees, and then onto her back. Legs spread wide, anticipating her playmate, Dolly’s eyes widened into lustful surprise and stuck that way, even as Katie began eagerly lapping at her well-lubed slit.

“Dolly loves to be licked! Play with Dolly forever!” came the chipper sing-song from the doll girl’s mouth, though her lips didn’t move out of their wide open ‘o’ shape.

Katie happily obliged, lapping away at the sweet tasting pussy and loving the way Dolly’s thighs clenched around her udders as she did so. Each automatic squeeze pushed a stream of milk out, coating the floor in just a few seconds. With every spurt of milk came a steady trickle of juices down Katie’s own legs, filling the room with the scent of feminine lust.

From the other room came the sound of steady thumping, as well as a series of long, plaintive moos similar to Katie’s own. The Mad Milker had backed into the thick rubber cock Dolly had mounted on the wall of her stall, and was vigorously fucking herself as her senses were bombarded by the sex occurring not far away. The loud noises completely obscured the sound of electrical crackling that was happening right next to the entwined couple.

The nullifier had fallen to the floor roughly, cracking the outer casing.  While that normally wouldn’t be a problem, the sheer amount of liquids steadily coating the floor meant that before long the high tech device was malfunctioning in a big way. Soon, sparks were joined by odd waves of energy pouring out from it and washing over the entirety of the lab.

It was Katie who felt it first. As the light spilled out across her body, she could feel it changing even more so. Black and white speckled fur sprung up on the effected skin, and her feet had clenched down; quickly hardening into hooves. None of that bothered the oversexed girl, but when the changes reached her heavily hanging tits, she let out a cry of pleasurable surprise.

Every inch of her fat udders seemed to pulse with orgasmic tingles, even as they began to expand further. Twin streams of milk sprayed from them as they ballooned outward… and Katie soon felt a twin sensation begin to form beneath them. As her hands slowly devolved into hooves much like her feet, Katie felt her second massive pair of tits begin to fill with milk. The sensation was so intense that she began shaking in climax, even though her thick-lipped pussy had remained unfilled.


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