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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