New story available: Ink-Stained!

Note: This story features extreme insertions as a primary theme.

Planning on flaunting their riches and success, two young women head to their ten-year high school reunion. Their arrival catches the attention of all of their former peers, and one man wants to ensure they stay in center stage. With the help of an unknown device, the two girls begin to find new and more shameful ways to keep all eyes on them... and their new lewd tattoos. As the naughty words and images spread on their otherwise flawless bodies, both women find their outlook changing to match - until they can't help but beg for more, and more, and more...

This is the third story in the Trust Fund to Trashy bimbofication series!

"Trust Fund to Trashy, where high society gets down and dirty. Featuring women going from ivory towers to trailer parks, this series focuses on turning rich, prudish girls into cheap, raunchy sluts."

(Heavy focus on degradation and humiliation, as well as a hefty dose of moral decay and mindless nymphomania. Sometimes a bit heartless, but definitely hot. Enjoy!)

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Jackie felt strange. She’d been fine with Amber taking off all of a sudden, and she rather enjoyed being the center of attention. For some reason, though, that attention was leaving her surprisingly hot under the collar. She could practically feel all the people around her, pushing in on her, and it was sending all kinds of naughty signals to her brain.

As it was, when one man came in just a bit too close to talk to her, she found herself leaning in next to him on sheer instinct. The closeness was making it harder and harder to think, and a few shivering moments later she forced herself to excuse herself. Turning away, blushing, she started talking to a nearby woman, one of the girls she used to hang out with back at school. Everything was fine, and she was able to put the oddity out of her mind – right up until the woman asked a very strange question.

“So what does your tattoo say?”

Jackie looked back at her with a puzzled expression. “Pardon?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop, but I can see just the tip of it and the curiosity is driving me crazy,” the woman said, gesturing to Jackie’s chest.

Looking down, Jackie immediately saw what the woman had been pointing at. On her left breast, peeking out right at the edge of her top’s neckline, was  the hint of a word, tattooed in black. Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked down at it, and she felt her thoughts grow muddier the harder she stared.

Even as swirls and eddies of confusion formed and stormed around her brain, Jackie’s vision began to swim.

“C’mon, show me…” the woman said, her voice seeming to slowly pass through Jackie’s entire body.

“I-I don’t know…” Jackie said, her hands fiddling with her top. Underneath the cloth, the brunette’s nipples stood out stiff and tall from her firm, natural breasts… breasts that throbbed strangely in time with the odd pulse in her mind.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen em before!” the woman said, playfully.

As soon as the words left the woman’s mouth, Jackie felt as though everything settled all at once. In fact, not a single heartbeat later she couldn’t even remember the episode in the slightest. As such, she didn’t hesitate for a moment to tug down the front of her top, to let her tits bounce free – as much as they could bounce, with the oversized implants inside of them.

Everyone who caught sight of the display gave an appreciative whistle or hoot, making Jackie feel even more worked up. She fixed her admirers with a playful smile, even taking a moment to heft her breasts in her hands to jiggle them a bit before trying to stow them away.

They were big enough, in fact, that when she tried to pull her top back into place, she was nearly unable to. The neckline held just the tiniest bit over her nipples, leaving her tattoo on perfect display. Written in black, swirling script were the words “Crowd Pleaser”, following the curve of her over-stuffed breast. The words were flanked by a pair of pink shaded hearts, as if trying to seem a little less overtly slutty. It didn’t work.

“Haha, you haven’t changed a bit. Hey, I’m gonna go mingle a bit, but uh… maybe we can meet up later or something?”

Jackie just nodded, blushing.  As the woman walked away, she found herself hoping some of the hungry stares she was getting would turn into more requests to see her tits… not that she needed an excuse to show off. Still, it was so much better when they asked for it, when she knew she was pleasing them...

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Some quick updates: Work on the game has begun! I'll be keeping up the polls until I do my big website update, which is rapidly approaching. After that, I'll throw up a few more to see what kinds of content everyone would like to see first. Since it's going to be Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style, I can include a bit more variety in the content, as everyone can simply avoid what they don't dig.

Also coming up with the site update - Series reform. Some standalone tales are being turned into their own series (Like this week's entry!) and some series are being finished up, or dismantled. More on this soon.

Lastly, but definitely not least important, I want to say thank you again to all of my readers. Whether you've just read one, or you've read them all, you've helped to make my dream of being a writer a reality. I'm eternally grateful, and I hope I can continue to provide stories and content that'll keep you reading for years to come. Cheers!
New story available: Billionaire Breakdown!

Meredith Dawson is an unstoppable force in the business world. With limitless ambition and equally unending funding, she's managed to steamroll through many of the city's most powerful and elite. Her plans are halted, however, by the mysterious Mr. Hale, who's cheap, trashy neighborhood sits in the center of what would otherwise be Meredith's prime territory. Despite numerous attempts to buy him out, the billionaire's only chance to get her hands on the property comes when Hale gives her an offer she can't refuse: One weekend in one of Hale's houses, and if she doesn't like the place, he'll give her everything. What begins as a simple trial of patience becomes a battle to hold on to her inhibitions and her rapidly decaying standards, leaving Meredith to wonder why she'd ever want to leave...

This is the sequel to Trust Fund to Trashy, which is now its own series!

"Trust Fund to Trashy, where high society gets down and dirty. Featuring women going from ivory towers to trailer parks, this series focuses on turning rich, prudish girls into cheap, raunchy sluts."

(Heavy focus on degradation and humiliation, as well as a hefty dose of moral decay and mindless nymphomania. Sometimes a bit heartless, but definitely hot. Enjoy!)

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Meredith stood in the center of the cul-de-sac, peeling off her sweat-soaked clothes to reveal a ratty red thong and neon green pasties over her nipples. The whole neighborhood watched as she gyrated her hips to the beat of an unknown tune, and she basked in their gaze. Smiling at each of them, she let her dance grow less and less restrained by the minute.

Her hands roamed over her sleek, athletic frame, giving extra attention to her small, firm breasts. The crowd hooted and hollered at her as she peeled off the pasties and began tugging at her pink nipples, and her eyes fluttered in uninhibited pleasure at the touch and attention. All around her, the neighbors were getting more and more into the dance as well, until their own displays were just as lewd as her’s.

She watched in unmasked envy as the two young girls made out on their porch, her heart beating in time with their wide, bucking hips. Meredith practically began to drool when one of the girls dropped down behind the other, dragging her friend’s panties down with her. The young billionaire could feel her pussy throbbing along with every clumsy, messy lick.

A masculine grunt caused her attention to shift, and she caught sight of  the same shirtless, dirty man she’d seen before. Now though, instead of disgust, she felt nothing but aching need as she let his bare, muscular body soak into her mind. Her heart skipped a beat, and her sex twitched when her eyes drifted downward. He certainly wasn’t scratching himself this time, and she openly moaned as she watched the man’s hand pumping up and down on his thick, hard cock.

She felt herself bend over, pushing her ass out like a bitch in heat. Reaching back, she spread the thick, round cheeks of her ass and wiggled her hips invitingly, while all of the neighbors cheered her on. The thin strap of her cheap little thong rubbed between the swollen lips of her sex as she moved, causing her to cry out loudly. All the while, her pussy dribbled down her soft thighs and down onto her shiny plastic pumps.

Yet, despite her eager presentation, no one took her up on her offer. All around her were similar displays of needy flesh and blatant sexuality. As irresistible as they all were to watch Meredith wanted more. She wanted to be touched, used and debased. She wanted them to fuck her right there on the sidewalk, and leave her dripping, dirty, and waiting for the next in line.

“Please… fuck me! Any of you… all of you! Fuck me like a cheap whore! Fuck me!”

As she shouted out the words, she dropped down to her hands and knees on the rough, filthy concrete. Her tits hung down below her, bloated and massive. Her nipples pointed out below them, nearly dragging on the ground as she continued to rock her body. Drool spilled from her open lips as she begged, leaving her gaudy pink lipstick glistening with lube.

“Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me…”

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