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: Precinct Playtime!
Chaos spreads as the wish-granting stone falls into new hands, leaving an entire police precinct filled with nothing but barely contained bimbos. As their thoughtless words lead to world twisting wishes, the office becomes the site of some of the lewdest acts imaginable. Exhibition, submission and more become part of the daily routine as each woman makes her lustful wants known. Meanwhile, the stone grows in power, spreading in both reach and temptation...
This is the second story in the Tainted Wishes series!
"Genies, Leprechauns, even the fabled monkey's paw... there's been no lack of legends about twisted wishes in human history. None, however, seem to mention a peculiar black stone; one that grants wishes in the hottest ways imaginable. When simple words have worldbending consequences, and anyone could be the stone's potential owner, your dirtiest wishes are bound to come true..."
Casey looked down at the items on her desk with no small amount of frustration. Not five minutes before, two of the officers she worked with had come mincing in looking sluttier than usual and grinning like idiots. They’d dumped their badges, guns and an odd black stone onto her desk before skipping out of the precinct leaving the scent of musk and cheap perfume in their wake.
She could understand the lust… every woman who worked at the precinct did, as if the place had seemingly attracted only the horniest and most busty girls around. It made for an incredibly pleasant work environment, if a distracting one. Not a day went by without some girl’s top popping open on ‘accident’ and there were more than a few dalliances happening in the showers before, during and after shifts.
Still, there was no excuse for dereliction of duty, Casey believed, and she had little and less respect for any girl who let her libido stand in the way of her work. As such, she simply went about her job with a thick, buzzing toy up inside her, and the only moments her attention lapsed were when she was shaking in uncontrollably potent orgasms.
Even then, the young receptionist held on to her will, clutching her desk as she rode out the pleasure a moment before going back to her paperwork. It wasn’t as though she didn’t enjoy herself. On the contrary, she reveled in her lust as much as the next girl. She just cared too much about her job to let it define her like some of the others.
“I wish I didn’t care so much…” she mumbled as she began to stow the ex-officer’s things in the appropriate bins. A shudder ran through her as soon as she spoke, however, and moments later she was clumsily shoving papers and other items off the desk and onto the growing mess on the floor.
Tipping back in her chair, she shoved both feet up onto the surface of her desk, spreading her thighs wide for easier access. It didn’t matter to her if someone caught sight of her dripping wet slit underneath her damp, sodden skirt, any more than she cared about closing up her ratty shirt over her fat tits.
There wasn’t much actually that got her attention aside from touching herself, and that was mostly out of habit than anything else. Day in and day out she sat there, lazily fucking herself while officer and civilian alike passed by her with a mix of disgust and arousal. Surrounding her were sloppy stacks of papers and files, none of which had been put away or processed.
It was just so hard to muster the interest necessary to do her job. In fact, some days she didn’t even bother going home. She’d just order food and fuck herself til it arrived, and most of the time she wouldn’t even stop when the delivery girl arrived. The last time it happened, the girl had spent a good twenty minutes groping one of Casey’s tits while she got herself off, wiping her wet fingers on the receptionist’s blouse before taking off. She knew the older woman didn’t care.
There were times though, when the higher ups would come by and berate her for her laziness. They never fired her, but they’d docked her pay severely. She didn’t mind too much, but there were moments when it annoyed her. It wasn’t as if she cared about the job or anything, but the interruptions were often long and loud. Just thinking about it was making her more agitated than she liked being.
“I just wish someone else did this job, so I could just play with myself all the time,” Casey muttered, her pussy squirting onto the already stained chair. Next to her leg, the black stone on the desk began to pulse…
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
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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.)
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.