Two friends take off on a weekend trip to a nearby spa, and the time of their lives. Everything changes when their trip is derailed by a detour, straight to a strange manor out in the woods. Oddity turns to opportunity when the girls find out the house is owned by the same woman in charge of the spa, and they happily accept an offer to stay the night. Soon though, the girls find things inside the house are not quite normal. Gorgeous women with impossibly perfect bodies come and go through the halls in various states of undress, and an ever-present scent of sex and perfume hangs in every room. Soon the two travelers find themselves steadily beginning to fit in, as they slowly tumble into a new life of ditzy, mindless servitude... loving every step of the way.
This is the second story in the Renew You Spa bimbofication series!
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“It’s so nice…” Shawna mumbled.
She couldn’t quite place the scent, and her curiosity led her to begin breathing in deeper. Each long sniff brought in a new wave of sensation, which only served to fuel her need to know. It was so familiar, somehow, and yet every time she felt as though she were closing in on the answer, it drifted away completely.
“It’s like… like a flower. Or… is it… is it candy?” Shawna said, between breaths.
Between the perfume and her deep breathing, the young woman was beginning to feel more than a little light-headed. She wobbled in place a moment, her hands slowly rubbing the soft skin of her inner thighs. As pleasant as the sensation was, it was secondary to her growing obsession, and she soon found herself falling over onto the bed.
The impact caused another wave of perfume to rise up, and Shawna moaned appreciatively. It felt like the stuff was drifting straight into her now, filling up her mind with its sweet simplicity. Wanting more, she clambered farther onto the bed, rubbing herself against it as she went. Where the soft fabric of the comforter touched her cleavage, she was left sensitive and tingling, as if the perfume were sinking directly into her skin.
It was intoxicating, and she wanted more. Writhing and rubbing against the bed, Shawna reached under herself and began pulling off her blouse. Soon, that amazing tingle was prickling its way along her belly, prompting another giggle while she fumbled with her top. She practically tore the thing as she pulled it off her body, but she didn’t notice. Already she was busy pressing her nearly bare upper torso back down on the bed.
Bundling up the blankets beneath her, Shawna worked her body in slow, sensuous waves. Though everything felt almost mind-blowingly pleasurable, every movement caused her to be hyper-aware of the distinct lack of contact caused by her bra. She could practically feel her breasts throbbing to be released. In fact, the strap seemed to be a little tight by the time she reached back to undo the catch.
She gave out an audible moan when the cups tumbled from her chest, and the sound only continued as she pushed her tits down against the cushion below. As her stiff, sensitive nipples made contact, and that irresistible sugary sweetness sank into her breasts, Shawna’s eyes fluttered. Her remaining thoughts scattered like startled birds, leaving her with little more than a dim but definite awareness of her perky, throbbing tits.
Small drops of drool spilled from her open mouth as she lost herself to her body, and her hands began to move on sheer instinct alone. One of them clumsily pawed at her chest, squeezing and fondling with mindless abandon. Her other hand drifted lower, to begin slowly pushing her shorts off. Deep inside, some primal part of herself knew that if her tits felt this good right now, she couldn’t even imagine how her pussy would feel.
As difficult as it was, she soon managed to wiggle out of her tight shorts. The second they fell down around her knees, her hand was down between her legs. Had she been more lucid, she would’ve been shocked and ashamed by how wet she was. As it was, her only reaction was a lustful grunt as her fingers made contact with her clit.
Flat against the bed, the young woman drank in the constant influx of perfume. It was as though it were no longer simply rising up from her now wrinkled blankets. Instead, it was filling the room, like it was being pumped in by the gallon. It didn’t matter to Shawna, though. Her world had shrunk down to her jiggling tits, and her throbbing, dripping slit.
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