New story available: The Bimbo Commission!

Jolie is a struggling artist, working her way through college on commissions. When offers dry up, she takes on a job that's a quite a bit less wholesome than she's used to: to make her own, bustier version of an already lewd image. The job really begins to get to Jolie, as she struggles to get everything just right. Staring at the image starts to become an obsession, as does a growing envy for the top-heavy, sexy bimbo. Before long, the young artist finds herself caring less about her talent and more about her bust size, as she realizes she has a very different passion from the one she's been pursuing...

Excerpt

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Without breaking her view of that perfect, gorgeous woman, Jolie slipped her hands up under her t-shirt, sliding it up to reveal her two small mounds. Her breasts had never really grown, and she didn’t see much point in wearing a bra when there wasn’t  anything to support, so she had quick and easy access to her puffy little nipples.

Her breath came in sharply as her fingers tweaked the soft buds, and the sudden rush of sensation was almost enough to break her concentration. Still, the sight of the woman’s big, round tits kept her attention and calmed her back into docility.

Don’t think… Just show your tits…

Jolie couldn’t tell whether it was her that was whispering the words, or someone else entirely. She told herself it couldn’t be the woman in the picture, even if it seemed the busty model was moving.. tossing the pillow away and spreading her legs wide for the young artist. Little drops of drool fell from Jolie’s mouth as she took in the delicious sight of the bimbo’s glistening wet pussy. There was nothing in the world she wanted more than to crawl down between those plush thighs and bury her face in the woman’s sex… nothing except bigger, less pathetic tits of her own.

Even as she reveled in the impossible display, something inside of her couldn’t get over how small her bust was. It was the same disappointment she felt as she realized there were several annoying little thoughts buzzing around her head, and she couldn’t seem to shut them off like she wanted.

Don’t think… Just show your tits…

Jolie grunted as another shudder of pleasure went through her. Idly she had stuffed the bottom of her shirt into her mouth, to show off her tiny mounds and free up a hand to go trailing down into her shorts. The cloth of her panties were drenched, but she hardly noticed. Instead, she started rapidly stroking her clit, trying to do to herself what she would love to do to the sexy blonde she was watching.

Even as she stared, it appeared as though the model was moving, shifting into a pose not unlike Jolie’s own. Soon both women were facing each other, tits out, rubbing their wet, dripping fuckholes; mirror images, though distorted.

Despite the overwhelming sensations going through Jolie, it was actually the model that seemed to cum first, rocking against her hand and putting on a show with her own orgasm. It was as if she knew she were made to be on display, and wanted to make sure that even the most self-indulgent of her pleasures were still all for her viewers.

Arousal causing her mind to go blank, Jolie watching with utter envy as the blonde put on a show for her. She wanted that. She wanted the tits, the hair, the body… the life that a slut like that would lead. She could imagine it so clearly now, she could practically see her own breasts filling out in front of her, her mouth beginning to water at the thought of worshipping cock… every inch of herself given over to becoming nothing more than a display, an image of sexual servitude.

Moaning, grinding her slit against her hand, Jolie’s body and mind erupted in climax. So intense were the feelings going through her, the fantasies and the sensations that she didn’t even notice the slight added weight on her chest…

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