‘At least I know I don’t want to be a historian…’ Esha thought to herself as she watched her professor hike up her tight pleather skirt for her whole class to see.
“P-please watch… I can only cum when people w-wa… Edie Exhibitionist is a dumb dolly who needs to be seen!”
The bubbly teacher climbed onto her desk and proceeded to kneel on it before tearing open her blouse in a shower of buttons. The woman’s tits bounced free in front of everyone, and it seemed as though each jiggle gave them just a little more heft. Even when she held them in place, her fingers sinking into the pillowy breast flesh, they continued to bulge outward more and more by the second.
Esha watched the whole thing, unable to really grasp what was happening. If anything, it quickly became even more confusing. The teacher’s candy pink lips had both plumped up to an extreme degree, and also utterly ceased to move beyond a minor quivering. Meanwhile, the woman’s odd phrases continued unabated, as if her mouth was meant for something other than speech.
“Edie Exhibitionist is a slutty little tease! This dolly isn’t just for show, though! Edie Exhibitionist would love to be your playmate!”
The strangest thing for Esha though, was the strangely panicky look in the woman’s eyes. More than once her hands wandered away from her big, ballooning tits and instead slid experimentally across her flawless, almost plastic-looking face. Her lips held a happy dolly smile, though… as much as they could while staying in a perfect, open circle.
After a moment of roaming, her hands would either snap back into place holding up her massive bust, or they would slip lower to spread the lips of her pussy to reveal the same candy pink as her fuckhole of a mouth. As the clock ticked its way to the end of class, eventually her hands ceased to move as completely as her mouth. She held her sex wide open for all to see and use, and a gentle trickle of sweet lube spilled out onto the remains of her lesson plans.
Esha couldn’t seem to take her eyes away, and she’d begun to gently lick her own lips without even meaning to. Already she found herself wondering what it’d be like to have a taste of that stupid doll, and there was even a very brief moment where she imagined herself in its place…
The first room she thought had been some kind of joke. Locked inside, she’d been presented with a video to let her know what was expected of her. A shadowy figure told her if she wanted to escape, she had to let go of some of those inhibitions that had held her back for so long. The place to start, her captor said, was kneeling down in front of the door and pleasuring the thick, fake cock mounted right nearby.
She’d resisted at first, as she found out, the rooms were compelling. It wasn’t long before she was convincing herself that sucking on a piece of rubber was a small thing compared to being trapped in there for who knew how long. Soon, she was kneeling down and doing just that, thinking to herself that it really wasn’t so bad after all.
In fact, it wasn’t a minute later when Sydney started getting into it. Her voice in her head told her that if she had to do it anyway, she might as well enjoy it. The idea made too much sense to ignore, leading her to begin slurping her way up and down the toy with growing fervor. She’d loved the task so much she didn’t even notice the door swing open to free her. It didn’t matter that the way was clear anyway, she was far too close to just stop now.
Sydney wasn’t sure when she’d decided to touch herself as she sucked, but it had been an amazing idea. Timing her strokes with the eager bobbing of her head, she found both tasks all the more pleasurable. In fact, she loved the way her quickening fingers caused her to work the cock in her mouth even faster. By the time she reached the point where her loud, sloppy suckling couldn’t possibly keep up with the frenzied pace of her masturbation, she was beyond the point of caring.
Unexpectedly, the toy came before she did. Some kind of device she couldn’t see caused the thing to begin filling her mouth with something sweet and salty, which she gulped down loudly. It tasted like a man’s seed, from what little she remembered of the rare blowjobs she’d given in the past, but there was something else… almost like candy.
Whatever it was, it had made her feel really tingly inside, and it had given her the first of her changes. It started as she rocked in the those of her own climax, still mindlessly lapping at the dildo and its delicious payload. Needing to swallow every single drop, she’d started to suck on the cock harder and harder, until she felt her lips start to throb. Even when they started feeling funny, Sydney hadn’t been able to pull away – any more than she could stop rubbing her needy, sensitive sex.
Only when the toy was done dispensing was the young woman able to pull away. Still sucking hard, her lips slipped off the toy with a loud pop, and another round of delicious tingles around her mouth. Those sensations alone were enough to keep her down on her knees, staring at the toy jutting out in front of her.
(Novel-length books, with a focus on fantasy bimbofication, degradation and male dominance… and a little bit of revenge on the side.)
Again she felt the tip of him nestled right against her womanhood, right at the verge of slipping inside her. The temptation to push herself back, and impale her body on his jutting member was almost too strong to resist. His words kept her in check though, and every mellifluous intonation he uttered was like another rope binding her rampant hunger.
“Know that when the time comes, I will not hesitate to claim what is offered,” he said, pausing only to position his cock once more below her. He held there, the thick, pulsing head of him resting just close enough to her clit that every breath he took tapped tantalizingly against her.
“As compelling as our needs are… If you are to become mine, I would do things the right way… and at the right moment.”
The words touched Nissa, even through the heady haze of the pleasure inside her. Though his hands were still on her - his fingers dancing across her skin in swirling, intricate patterns – she found herself not thinking of his cock, but his heart. This was a man who, despite all rumors, had turned down her offered assets again and again. This was a man who had seen her stripped down to her barest animal instincts, and yet still he spoke of doing right by her.
“Nissa, my jewel… Will you be patient for me? Will you help me bring into reality all that I dream of?”
Emotion welled up inside the girl, mingling with the storm of her dizzying, wanton ardor. With every breath her lover took, and every alluring twirl of his fingertips across her goose bumped flesh, Nissa felt her feelings for the man becoming further entangled. Affection… Submission… Devotion… Libido… It was becoming harder and harder to distinguish between them – and harder still to continue to try.
“Y-yes, my Lord!” Nissa shouted. Along with her loudly proclaimed affirmation, the enamored young woman began rolling her hips, grinding up against Roldan’s cock.
“Will you put your faith in me completely, that I might guide you better?”
“Oh god… Yes! Always!”
“And will your love, like your passions, grow for me with every passing day?”
Nissa nodded in agreement, only to realize that all she had done was shimmy her backside against his bare body. She felt her lover’s magnificent cock twitch in response, the young woman chose to keep up the motion, even as she lustfully moaned her verbal approval.
Roldan’s fingers slowed gradually, his palms coming to rest on her smooth, soft curves. His hands trembled as if from some terrible exertion, but Nissa knew not what might have tired out her perfect, powerful man. It mattered not, as his grip was still firm, and his member still pressed rigidly against her sex.
“And lastly…” Roldan said, his breath hard and rasping. “Will your loyalty for me, pure and unflinching, surpass all else? Will you stay with me, even if it meant abandoning your homeland? Would your voice join in mine… even if it meant denouncing your sister?”
(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!)
Trying to get her mind on something else, Sybille sat up quickly. For the first time, she realized she fallen asleep on the beat up old couch, and she smiled as she waited to feel the familiar, haughty disgust about the place from the day before. Instead though, she found herself thinking how comfy the couch had really been, and how she couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken up this refreshed… or horny.
The scent of slut filled the room, making her blush. There was no way Jessica could miss it, and Sybille found herself imagining her stuck up friend coming in and scolding her for it. She imagined crawling across the dingy carpet, begging for forgiveness for being such a slut. Jessica would pull her hair, pulling her downward, and closer…
Sybille gasped, her fingers sliding across her clit with feverish zeal. Still wearing her clothes from the night before, it never once occurred to her to wonder where her underwear had disappeared to. Of course, with how horny she was, and the strange noise coming from the TV, it was hard to focus on anything other than her own dripping sex.
Still, she couldn’t help but wonder where Jessica had gone to. In her mind, she told herself it was just out of concern for her friend, but a growing part of her really wanted an eyeful of the slender girl. As it was, when she heard a thump coming from the other room, she was torn between going to investigate, and continuing to play. The thought of seeing her friend won out, however, and she reluctantly got up from the comfy couch.
Checking both rooms, Sybille found no sign of Jessica. It was only when she heard a gasp coming from behind the closed bathroom door that she realized where her friend was. Knocking briefly, she asked through the door if everything was okay.
“I’m good! I just, um… dropped the shampoo while unpacking… Still kinda tired from last night, I had the craziest dreams. I’ll be, uh… I’ll be out in a minute!” Jessica shouted, both hoping her friend would leave her alone to her task, or come barging in.
She was nude, sitting on the seat of the toilet with her legs spread wide. The pool she had made with her juices had spilled out down her thighs, running in tiny streams across the seat. Her phone was settled between her legs, and while it had become soaked from its location, Jessica couldn’t seem to move it… She liked the view too much.
On the screen was one of many pictures she’d taken that morning. Wet, pink and alluring, Jessica just couldn’t resist taking a few shots of Sybille’s sex after she’d woken up to find the girl still asleep and definitely aroused. After all the trouble of tugging off her panties without causing her to stir, it seemed a shame not to.
Jessica stared hungrily down at the picture, stroking her clit and pressing Sybille’s wet panties against her face. When she’d first got into the bathroom, she’d been overcome with shame over how creepy and perverted she had been, but the edge of that was dulled hard when she took a look at the first pic she had taken.
Sybille leaned against the door slightly, closing her eyes and imagining the impossible. There was no way the sounds of Jessica’s exertion could be from anything remotely sexual, but that didn’t stop it from being music to the girl’s ears.
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…”
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.
(Features heavy breast expansion elements, straight to lesbian conversions and uncontrollable lust and lactation. Enjoy!)
When she saw Andrea, the young girl let her phone drop. It cracked when it hit the floor, and chunks of plastic went flying, but she beyond caring. She was staring right at Andrea’s fat, full tits, as if they were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
For her part, Andrea felt the same way about the quivering teen in front of her. Slender and soft, Tanya’s bare body was like nothing she’d ever seen, and certainly not something she’d ever lusted over. And yet, now that she had an eyeful and easy access, she wanted nothing more in the entire world.
“I-I… I didn’t think I liked girls,” Tanya mumbled, clumsily stepping closer to Andrea, “b-but when I look at you, sm… smell you, all I can think about is licking every part of-!”
Andrea just couldn’t help it anymore. In one swift motion she moved forward, grabbed a handful of Tanya’s silky, blonde hair, and brought the girl in for a long, deep kiss. While their lips, and tongues met and danced, Andrea let her hands wander, loving every inch of the teen’s smooth skin under her hands.
When she reached the other girl’s tight little ass, she squeezed firmly, enjoying the plush yield of her taut young backside. As she groped, Tanya began to squirm against her, their bodies pressed together with only the sodden remains of Andrea’s clothing between them; and even that was a flimsy, tentative thing.
Already Andrea’s breasts were stretching the limits of her blouse, and whether by pressure or by friction, she’d already lost several buttons to the bathroom floor. Streams of sweet cream spilled from her nipples, only increasing as Tanya’s own petite chest rubbed against her. The teen was practically coated with milk now, and when it dripped down over her tight cleft, she moaned.
Kissing wasn’t enough… Andrea needed more.
“Bend over the counter, and spread those legs for me like a good little girl…” The words just tumbled out of her without warning, as if bypassing her brain completely.
Tanya complied without hesitation, nodding obediently as she staggered over to the counter. She bent over sharply, pressing her small, milk-coated tits against the cold, wet surface. The pose, and her high heels ensured her ass was up and presented. Few thoughts swirled around the teen’s head right then, but she instinctually knew she wanted Andrea to have easy access… always.
Seeing the glistening, puffy lips of the girl’s sex so brazenly offered gave Andrea’s tits another surge of growth; bursting out of the final resistant buttons of her shirt. They filled before her eyes, and this time, she could watch it happen in the scuffed mirror. Inch by inch they expanded, while her nipples thickened and bulged with a need to be touched. As tempting as it was to simply tug and stroke her long, milky teats, Tanya’s tight, young body was even more so.
(Features Bimbofication, Mind Control, Transformation and Petplay elements. Monster girls like Succubi, Catgirls and the like being domesticated and trained with their own pleasure. Enjoy!)
Little alarm bells seemed to go off in her head, but Mirri ignored each and every one of them. She wanted this, all of this, and she moaned out her answer before biting down on the comforter below her.
Even in the haze of her lust, Mirri could almost feel the smile on Mark’s face, and her pussy twitched when she heard him get up. She waited for him to push Rachel aside, to mount her and fuck her and feed her. She wanted it so bad it almost hurt.
Rachel never once stopped, however, though her tongue began to move with almost frenzied celerity. The purring increased in intensity as well, which Mirri began to feel all the more when Rachel began pushing her face against her backside with an almost steady rythym. That’s when Mirri realized… Mark hadn’t planned on fucking her, at least yet. Instead, he’d chosen to fuck the curvy catgirl instead, while the purring bimbo pleasured their guest.
Though she was disappointed, it was only for the barest of moments. Staying negative took so much effort right then, which was energy she could spend enjoying every inch of her lover’s thrusting tongue. It didn’t even matter that she’d gain no vitality from the act… it was pure, lustful indulgence, and she was basking in it.
Mirri gasped when Rachel’s hands shot out and grasped her jiggling ass, and that gasp turned into a ragged moan when the other girl’s tongue slid down to her dripping sex. Already she was close, and the steady press of her lover’s face against her was driving her dangerously close to the edge.
She could tell that Rachel was also close, the catgirl’s purring was thrumming loudly in the room, vibrating both of them. Still, like Mirri, she held back. They were both waiting for something… waiting for their turn.
Rachel’s tongue turned clumsy when Mark began to cum inside her, as if the barest hint of her master’s seed was enough to make her dumb with pleasure. Her own orgasm quickly followed, and the frantic shaking of her explosive climax served to set off Mirri’s own. Soon the entire room was filled with the sounds of feminine pleasure, echoing back into each of them bit by bit.
She leaned back against the smooth cave wall, spreading her thighs wide. Her clothes, illusion that they were, melted away with a thought, leaving nothing in the way of her sating her hunger… well, almost nothing.
Blushing, Mirri began to reshape her body; lapsing into what had become her new default lately. The sleek muscles she had spent so much time manifesting melted away in a heartbeat, replaced by soft, plush and pleasurable curves. Her jet black hair became streaked with golden blonde; changing completely by the time it spilled down her back.
Little moans accompanied each new change, along with a shift in her overall personality. Mirri was a perky, sometimes sarcastic young succubus, but the woman she was turning into was something else entirely. Bambi, as she called herself, was a dumb, ditzy bimbo with an overactive sex-drive… and Mirri loved being her, almost to the point of addiction.
Suckling on her snack, Mirri finished the transition. Her lips swelled around the toy, filling with intense sensitivity. Drool spilled around the thick, fake cock as she lost herself to her persona, and the steady stroke of something hard in her mouth drove her to the brink of orgasm. Still, she held off… Not out of any lingering self-control, but because she simply wasn’t done yet.
Her small, firm breasts began to swell. From the way her puffy, pink nipples stiffened and stuck out, it looked almost as though someone were pulling on them; stretching them with every tug. The change picked up momentum, causing her tits to jiggle and sway as they filled in larger and larger. Soon, the two fat globes were pressed up against the top of her thighs, and she shuddered at the pleasure of that simple contact.
Bambi loved her great, big titties, and if she weren’t so occupied with sucking the toy in her mouth, she wouldn’t be able to resist touching them. As it was, each shiver and shake of her curvy body reminded her of their presence, which only made her oral enjoyment all the more intense.
Fully changed, Bambi had no reason, or capability to resist the climax building inside of her. Bucking her hips, she thrust the toy in and out of her mouth with mindless abandon, her brilliant blue eyes fluttering with unrestrained lust. Tensing from the almost agonizing pleasure, Bambi teetered on the edge. Then, right when she thought the moment would last forever, she felt a soft, feminine hand slide across one of her massive breasts, and she simply lost it.
Long, loud moans threatened to spill out of her as she came, but they were thankfully muffled by the toy she couldn’t seem to stop sucking. Still, it was hard to be quiet between the feeling of her plump, bimbo lips wrapped around a cock, and the sudden addition of a playmate enjoying her oversized tits.
She felt a warm mouth close around one of her nipples, quickly followed by a soft, but firm tongue swirling around the stiff nub. Normally that kind of attention would drive her crazy, but having just orgasmed, the stimulation was almost too much. She squirmed and rocked in place, wordlessly begging for both mercy, and more.
When two slender fingers began skillfully stroking her hypersensitive clit, she lost it. Hit with the second orgasm, Bambi was simply too far gone to even think. All she could do was quiver and shiver as her body was played with, leaving her as nothing more than a dripping, drooling mess.
(Heavy bimbofication themes, submission, breast expansion and sluttification.)
Elizabeth felt like a new woman by the time she stepped out of the shower. Everything seemed so fresh and bright, and even the soft throb of her tender breasts seemed to just fade into a pleasant fluff as she dried herself off. Beyond that, she simply felt cheerful and full of energy, almost as if the hot, sudsy water had rinsed away a few years.
It had certainly felt like it during the shower. The silky soft body wash the spa had provided had coated her in sweet smelling bubbles, and every place it touched was left tingling and sensitive. It was so enjoyable, she ended up rinsing and rewashing herself again and again, letting the thick liquid pour over her slowly.
It had felt especially good when she leaned back and poured it on her chest, pressing her breasts together so she could let it drip down slowly between them. In fact, she’d spent the majority of the shower doing just that; slowly running her hands over her soapy tits until her knees were weak.
Over and over she told herself she wasn’t pleasuring herself, she was just enjoying her shower. She just wasn’t that kind of girl, and she wasn’t about to just sit there fondling herself just because of how sensitive her titties were. No, she was just finally getting into her spa visit is all, and enjoying all the perks that came with it.
It was the same excuse she was telling herself as she slipped into the tight little make-over outfit she had laid out. After all those wonderful bubbles popping all over her body, Elizabeth felt much, much more receptive to the idea of wearing something a little more revealing. More than that, she felt deep down that she was expected to wear the outfit, and she was much too relaxed to muster much in the way of rebellion right then.
The only bit of friction she felt inside was when she slipped into the snug skirt. She didn’t know whether she’d simply misjudged the tiny scrap of cloth or the size of her own hips, but the garment had ended up stretched out much more than she had expected. She could practically feel it sliding over her ass with every step she took, leaving her breathless and blushing by the time she’d donned her top.
As fully dressed as the outfit could make her, the flustered young woman still couldn’t help but constantly tug at her skirt and readjust her top. Even though she knew her body was covered, she still felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. It was all she could do not to just go back to bed and hide under the covers, right before running a hand down between her soft thighs to her bare, wet slit; fucking herself stupid while she drooled and dreamed of sucking cock…
Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered, and she staggered in place. It was rapidly becoming harder and harder to think clearly by the second. One thing that was easier, however, was tugging down the front of her top just enough to expose her breasts to the room; though she managed to lose a few buttons in the process.
It felt better too, almost as if showing off her tits was helping her to shrug off the burden of her concerns, thoughts and inhibitions. By the time she’d begun to gently pinch her swollen nipples between her fingers, she was slowly rolling her hips and giggling at the ticklish feeling of her juices dripping down her thighs.
“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.
(Heavy Age Regression/Ageplay Focus, Breast Expansion, Humiliation and more! Enjoy!)
Vicky blinked in the warm morning light. The shimmering beam of sunlight seemed so much clearer and more vivid now, and she found she could even see little individual flecks of dust drifting through the brilliant shaft. It took her a few moments of staring before she realized she wasn’t even wearing her glasses.
“It worked…” she muttered, and then gasped. Her voice had come out soft and sweet, and while it wasn’t the commanding, elegant tone she was expecting, it was still an improvement over her old, rough rasp.
Slowly she raised her hands, taking in the sight of her new flawless, youthful complexion. Again, she was surprised to see her features weren’t as expected, her hands far too petite compared to the dexterous and slender future pianist appendages she had ordered. Still, the spotless, pristine skin was a welcome change from her old wrinkled hide.
Besides… the machine worked. No feature was beyond her changing, and with her new, youthful body, she had all the time in the world to figure out what might have gone wrong. ‘It was probably Mom’s fault,’ she thought to herself, giggling a little when she realized she’d already begun thinking of Lena as her mother… and more.
Her laughter faded into a gasp when the image of her assistant sprung up in her mind. For a moment, she simply thought of the redheaded girl as she usually did, but bit by bit, her imagination started stripping off clothing. Soon she was very vividly visualizing Lena’s tight body, the mature and intelligent young woman spreading her gorgeous legs to give her silly little girl a peek…
As if on instinct, Vicky’s hands moved on their own. Trailing down over small, puffy breasts and a soft, smooth belly, her fingers danced. Again, dissonance rang out when her fingers slid over her hairless mound, but everything but lust was washed away when she made contact with her clit.
Shaking with an energy she hadn’t felt in decades, the young girl indulged herself in a way she literally never had. Thighs spread wide, Vicky masturbated as though it were her life’s purpose, bucking her hips and soaking the sheet beneath her with her juices. It didn’t matter that she’d never touched herself like that before, just as it didn’t sink in that she’d never once thought about another woman like she was thinking about Lena.
“Oh dear… Oh… Oh, mommy!” she cried out, completely unable to keep from being loud as a climax swiftly built inside her. She didn’t care anyway, her mind was too focused on her fantasy of crawling submissively between Lena’s legs and licking her like a good little girl. As such, she didn’t hear her assistant walk in until the door closed loudly behind her.
Raven gasped as Vicky brought up a small hand-mirror. She looked… amazing. Not only was her skin utterly clear of acne, it looked softer and healthier all around. Her face hadn’t looked this good for years. In fact, the only spots she could see on her face was a light sprinkling of what looked like very faint freckles across her cheeks, but that was impossible…
“Holy shit… that’s fucking amazing! I look like one of the goddamn cheerleaders now, I mean, look at me!”
“Yeah, you look really,” Vicky stepped closer, stuffing the mirror into her back pocket, ”really good.” The moment the words left her mouth, the young girl leaned in, pressing her lips to Raven’s without a bit of hesitation.
Raven’s eyes fluttered as they kissed, and she could feel every part of her become ready for every part of her lover. Her hands reached up and shook as they made contact with the warmth of Vicky’s body, trailing along her side to the bottom hem of the girl’s t-shirt. As if on instinct, she pulled up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the other teen’s chest bare in front of her.
Vicky giggled, completing the job by tearing the shirt clear off and tossing it to the side. Now that the other girl was topless, Raven was struck once more by how young she looked, and she could feel her already wet slit throbbing at the taboo of it all.
“Do you think I’m cute?” Vicky asked, climbing up onto the chair to straddle Raven’s lap. The teen responded with a soft moan and a slow nod, her eyes locked on the young girl’s tiny breasts. Vicky grinned, gently grabbing Raven’s hands and pulling them up over her belly, to her chest.
“Do you like my little titties?” Vicky asked, quieter this time.
Raven’s response was an eager grope, breathing in slow, ragged breaths. She watched as Vicky’s hands trailed lower, to begin opening the zipper of her jeans with slow, teasing deliberation. Raven watched with lust glazed eyes as the young girl gradually revealed a pair of soaking wet panties, tightly pressed against her bare lips, covered in cute little characters.
“Do you want to fuck this naughty little girl?”
Raven nodded, unable to say no. The blatant, sexual display in front of her was like all her dirtiest daydreams given life. Between that and the lingering, tingling after-effects of the machine, the teen was well beyond most rational thought. In fact, as she slid her hands down Vicky’s back, under her jeans to cup that perfect, tight ass, Raven didn’t have a single thought in her head.
(Heavy futa focus and bubbly bimbos. Simple and sexy. Enjoy!)
“H-hey, easy now! Don’t be so-oh!” All of Stephanie’s objections faded out as Camille pulled down the front of her dress and began suckling on one of her pert tits. All she could do was stand there, hips bucking as her friend licked and teased her nipples. “Oh fuck, that feels so good…”
Camille’s mouth formed a soft, wet seal over the peak of her breasts. Now that they were pressed against her, Stephanie briefly thought to herself that the girl’s lips felt more plump than usual. It was hard to wonder about it too long, however. Camille pulled away a moment, only to grab Stephanie by the hips, turn her around and bend her roughly over the bed.
Upon impact into the soft cushions, Stephanie let out a gasp. She’d never seen Camille so worked up and assertive before, and it was amazing. She planted her feet on the floor, pushing her backside up towards her lover, ready for anything.
Camille moved closer, tearing off her robe before reaching out to grope at Stephanie’s firm ass. Despite not touching herself at all, she could feel her clit throbbing as she fondled her friend. It was almost distractingly apparent between her legs, driving her to greater heights of lust as she took hold of Stephanie’s hips. Then, in one firm but fluid motion, she thrust her hips forward as she pulled her lover back to her.
The girls came together with a sharp slap, but Camille was left confused. The way her clit tingled, she’d somehow expected something more from the act. That feeling was further compounded when she looked down and saw Stephanie’s wet, ready holes just waiting for her. On instinct, she gave another thrust, giving out a soft moan at the sweet impact.
Soon though, she became frustrated with the empty gesture. Overcome with arousal, she climbed onto the bed next to Stephanie before flipping onto her back and spreading her thighs. Almost too roughly she guided her friend’s open, panting mouth to her sex, though the other girl paused a moment when she noticed just how much larger Camille’s clit had become.
“Camille, w-wait a sec… it’s so big, I think-“ The girl wasn’t able to finish her sentence, as Camille pulled her downward with a grunt.
“I-I know… now just suck it for me like a good girl…”
(Transformation, Bimbos, Submission, Age Regression... This series features many mixed themes. Enjoy!)
Jenna was awake when Naomi made her way to the living room. Nude from the waist down, her spread legs were resting on the table. One foot balanced on top of the odd, black paperweight there, she smiled sleepily as she gently stroked her sex. Her fingers began to move quicker as Naomi started cleaning up.
As with every day, Naomi knew at least part of the mess was on purpose. Rather than try and hide it, Jenna was often eagerly blunt about it. Today was no different.
“Ohhh… go get that… get that paper there. Yeah…” Jenna said, panting with lust as she watched her young maid bend down. “Now wiggle your ass a bit, that’s a good girl.”
Naomi did as she was told, taking her time to pick up the trash like her employer liked. She could practically feel Jenna watching her, just as she could plainly hear the wet sounds of the woman’s sex as she played.
“Ok, now… get on your hands and knees. There’s something below the TV stand I need you to reach for, real slowly. Oh fuck, yes! I wish you enjoyed this as much as I do, cause I could do this for hours…”
Again, the stone glinted with light, but neither girl noticed. For her part, Naomi was too busy kneeling on the floor, ass up and out as she strained to reach a tiny, bunched up ball of paper that Jenna had obviously put there on purpose. She took her time with it, knowing her employer just loved to watch her body at work.
The young girl tingled at the attention, making sure every inch of her backside was well-presented as she leaned in. Jenna’s gaze was intoxicating to her, making her pussy twitch with need, though she kept her hands on the job. With Jenna watching her, cleaning up was almost more sexually gratifying than masturbation anyway.
Lounging back, Jenna’s foot bumped against the stone, and she looked at it in annoyance. “Naomi… Be a good little servant and get rid of this thing, will you? It’s an eyesore.”
Naomi crawled over slowly, every movement meant to show just how eager she was to serve. Still, in her plain, boring dress, there was no way for her employer to know just how hot the situation made her, and she found herself imagining something much, much sluttier.
‘I wish I could show off more, that she could always see just how horny I get when I serve…’ the thought was strong in Naomi’s mind as she reached out and grabbed the stone, and the strange vibration that came from it seemed to travel from her hand, straight to her pussy. Still, despite the thrumming of her body, she did as she was told, and carried the stone from the apartment.
Though she didn’t notice, every step she took made her meager chest jiggle just a little more. By the time she reached the dumpsters, her tits were tight inside the thick fabric. Still, despite the heavy woolen cloth, her breasts were plainly outlined, and her stiff, thick nipples made it clear just how aroused she was by her work.
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…
Ariel slumped her shoulders, defeated. She reached across the counter slowly, barely willing to give back the stone. Before she could pass it off, she muttered, “I just wish there was some way I could convince you to let me have it…”
It was mostly just an expression of her defeat, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she began to realize there were probably a few different things she could do…
‘No way, I’m not that kind of girl… am I? I mean, he is really cute, and…’ Ariel shook her head, as if to clear away the very naughty line of thinking that had popped up. No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to get the image out of her head… nor could she keep herself from gradually beginning to like it.
“Hey so…” Ariel began, setting the stone down on the countertop, well within arm’s reach. “I know you can’t sell me the stone… but maybe we can work out a trade?” The young man hadn’t looked up yet, so he hadn’t noticed the sudden change in the shy girl’s demeanor. “Trust me, I want to, but without knowing the value of… oh. Oh.”
The girl had slipped down one of the straps on her tank top, taking her bra with it. Already she had one pert breast out and was gently caressing it while she smiled at him suggestively. In moments she had the other side down, and was standing in front of him essentially topless, and seemingly unshaken by the public nature of the place.
“Maybe you can appraise these? I’m sure you’ll get your money’s worth…” Ariel said, gently squeezing her tits. Even as she did it, she found herself just as surprised as the shopkeeper. Normally she’d be too shy to even talk to a guy, let alone expose herself to one. That said, she didn’t feel the slightest hint of trepidation over her actions. If anything, she felt exhilarated and free, finally able to express herself… if a little more lewdly than she’d ever intended.
“I, uh… oh, wow…. Um,” the man stammered. While his mind and mouth went haywire, his erection spoke volumes.
“I know… it’s not really a fair trade,” Ariel said, turning around and bending over an old antique steamer chest. Wiggling her hips, she eased herself out of her comfy jeans. They crumpled to the floor, swiftly followed by her damp panties. “I mean, I’m willing to give up everything here, and you’ve done nothing to… sweeten the pot.”
She spoke the last three words slowly, while gently spreading the lips of her sex. It was over the top, and almost too campy for the random porn videos she’d sometimes watch, but it did the trick. In moments she heard the front door being locked and the shades being pulled, and right after that she felt the warmth of a man’s body against her own.
“You’re sure about this? I m-mean, we just met and-!”
Ariel thrust back against him, cutting his words off with a gentle gyration of her tight ass. All pretense of hesitation thrown out the window, the man shucked off his slacks and tossed them aside, knocking over a noisy assortment of random junk in the process. He didn’t care. By the time the stuff hit the ground, he was buried to the hilt in the tightest pussy he’d ever felt.
(Breast Expansion, Bimbo/Intellect Loss, Girls Only, Some Age Regression planned. Enjoy!)
“Ugh, fine… One stupid kiss, as long as you promise to shut the hell up about it from now on… and you have to actually study with me at some point tonight,” Paige said in annoyance. Lisa clapped excitedly, crawling across the bed in an almost predatory manner while her heart pounded in her chest. She knew that even if the book didn’t work the way she hoped it would, she’d at least have the feeling of her friend’s lips on her own to add to her nightly fantasies.
Paige just sat there, waiting for her friend to get on with it. She knew Lisa had a bit of a crush on her, and she was actually hoping her lack of a reaction might help the girl move on. What was one kiss in the long run? Especially considering all the stupid things they had done and gotten into over their years as friends, this was no biggie.
Getting up on her knees, Lisa leaned in slowly, savoring the sweet scent of her friend as they came together. She licked her lips, chanting ‘Please work! Please work!’ again and again in her mind before coming in for the kiss.
Their mouths met, and Lisa just drank the moment in. Not only were Paige’s soft, perfect lips locked against her own, she could feel the girl’s chest pressing close, their breasts rubbing together through thin t-shirts. It made it especially apparent when the younger girl began breathe a bit harder… and still not pull away.
Feeling bold, Lisa began to kiss more sensuously, reaching her arms up slowly to hold Paige closer. The girl mimicked the action, and Lisa thought she’d die from pleasure when she felt a pair of petite, familiar hands roaming her back. Finally, she thought, letting her own hands slip a little lower…
Paige broke the kiss when she felt her friend’s fingers slipping below the waistband of her pajama pants. “Whoa there… Let’s just hold on a moment. I’m not a lesbian.
Lisa looked at her, the lust pumping through her body making it hard not to just pounce her friend again. “But… but… you liked the kiss!”
“Well yeah,” Paige said, looking confused, “I mean, I like kissing girls a lot, but that doesn’t make me a lesbian. How many times have we had this conversation? Kissing is fine, but nothing else; no matter how many times you try and convince me to go further.”
Still breathing hard, it took Lisa a moment to process what the girl was saying. Then, finally, it hit her. “Wait, so… you don’t mind if we kiss again? Like, right now?”
Paige looked at her like she was crazy, “Um, yeah? Why, what’s wrong with kissing other girls?”
Lisa grinned, pulling her friend in close once more and savoring the feeling of those forbidden lips against her own. It worked… the book worked.
Slightly confused, and definitely unable to keep up her resolution to stop lusting over her teacher, Josie peered over the top of her book and gasped at what she saw… Ms. Wendell was dressed to please. She’d always worn cute, well-put-together outfits, often paired with color coordinated, but practical shoes, and there was no doubting she knew what looked good on her.
This… was something else altogether. Gone were the practical shoes, replaced by shining, black heels. Trailing up her long, shapely legs were soft, dark stockings. They in turn led to a skirt that, while certainly an appropriate style and length, was definitely a size or two too small. The sheer, black cloth hugged tightly to the woman’s perfect curves, lending clear definition to Ms. Wendell’s backside as she took her time bending down and putting her handbag under her desk.
She smiled brightly as she stood up, her red-lipsticked lips catching Josie’s eyes. The teacher seemed to blush briefly at the attention, the ruddy flush seeming to spread all the way down across her uncharacteristically apparent cleavage. The blouse she was wearing was like her skirt: technically appropriate, but only just so; enabling Josie to clearly see the tops of the woman’s breasts, as well as glimpses of her bare belly whenever she stretched.
And stretch she did. Typically, Ms. Wendell would lecture from her desk, going to the whiteboard only to illustrate the rare point she couldn’t get across verbally. Now though, the provocatively dressed woman seemed to have a hard time staying in her seat, darting around and underlying every sentence with a picture or diagram.
The end result was a constant and obvious view of the young teacher’s pert backside, the imprint of her lacey, French-cut panties almost embarrassingly apparent. Josie felt her heart thudding in her chest as she watched the woman bend and contort, as if she were purposefully trying to show off just for her, and her suspicion was confirmed in two ways.
First, as she glanced about the class, Josie found that despite the blatant show in the front of the room, not a single person seemed surprised or even interested. In fact, they seemed almost less aware of Ms. Wendell than before, with none of the usual voyeurs sparing more than a glance in the woman’s direction.
The second confirmation came when she managed to drag her eyes up off her teacher’s well-displayed body, and up to her face. Ms. Wendell was looking right at her, and it was definitely not the sheepish, pitying look Josie had expected. No, the expression on the young woman’s face was one of barely constrained lust.
While the teen watched, her teacher’s movements became slowly more sultry and showy, rolling her hips as she strutted from one end of the whiteboard to the other. As if moving to some unheard rhythm, she began gyrating and writhing. Josie looked on in utter disbelief when Ms. Wendell dropped her marker, bending down low at the hips, her legs spread scandalously wide as she reached down. Ass shaking to that same inaudible beat, she turned and smirked at Josie before dragging her hands slowly back up her stockinged legs.
Obsessed with her studies, Ashley found she had little interest in sex with any gender. She hadn’t even touched herself in any sort of a sexual way; she simply had never felt the need. Now though, looking at the image in the book, she found herself feeling something strange and new.
Turning the page, she found another picture of the same woman, still holding her own breasts, only now they were much larger. Bulging in her hands, they seemed almost too heavy to hold, with fat, thick nipples peeking out between slender fingers. Now the glistening juices on the woman’s thighs weren’t the only signs of wetness; several drops of drool had spilled out of the lady’s seemingly plumper lips, splashing against her cleavage.
Ashley shivered, her thighs locked tightly against each other while her little clit throbbed with need. There was just something about the woman’s breasts… something the young girl couldn’t seem to push from her mind. They were just so perfect… so big and round, fat and heavy… she could practically imagine them hanging off her own chest, jiggling for everyone to see as she bent over and…
She’d never felt so good, rocking in her chair the moment her hands found her own nipples. Rubbing and pulling at them, Ashley’s gaze was nonetheless locked on the tome. The words and pictures both began to swim before her eyes, bombarding her mind with increasing levels of lewd imagery.
The woman in the pictures became more and more eager to show off her tits, masturbating while staring at her own enormous mounds. Others started appearing in the images, all staring at the transforming girl. All of them began treating her like she was nothing more than a sex object; just a pair of tits to touch and play with attached to a dumb and dripping girl.
The pages flew by, even though Ashley had ceased to bother turning them. Her hands were firmly planted on her meager chest, groping at her puffy mounds with desperate need while she rolled her hips in her chair. Between ragged, panting breaths, the girl had begun to speak the words she was reading; giving voice to sounds and thoughts she never knew existed. Even as the tome began to glow with unearthly light she continued, pawing at her breasts as the book echoed her words with sweet, seductive whispers.
The light grew more intense, washing over the young girl’s body and filling her with heat. The pulsing luminescence seemed almost tangible, reaching out to touch Ashley in ways she’d never realized she wanted until now. As the glow reached her breasts, the girl tore off her shirt quickly, her glasses flying off her face as she rushed to strip down.
“Denise… You’ve secretly had a really, really big crush on both of us,” Joy said, taking a moment to giggle with Leslie before continuing. “You’re starting to have trouble hiding it, especially when you’ve had a few drinks. In fact, by the time you’ve finished your next, you won’t be able to keep from openly flirting with us, hitting on us, and constantly checking us out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” was Denise’s response, but inside she was practically drooling at the opportunity. She did have a huge crush on both of them, and had for years. This was the perfect excuse to let loose and finally try to tempt one, or both of her friends into a little bit of girl-girl fun.
Joy turned to Leslie, “Anything you’d like to add? She’ll do anything at all…”
Leslie shrunk down shyly, bashful despite her obvious arousal. She even slowly rubbed at one of her stiff little nipples poking up from her shirt as she eyed Denise’s still form. Still, she seemed unwilling or unable to take the opportunity in front of her, which caused Joy to sigh.
“Alright then… Denise, you know that Leslie is way too shy to respond to typical flirting. Thankfully, you really enjoy being slutty, so it’s completely natural for you to come on to her in more and more dirty ways. Understand?”
“See, Les? You can be honest about how you feel tonight. No judgment… especially after that kis-“
“Awaken, Denise!” Leslie shouted, interrupting Joy.
Perking up immediately, Denise sauntered over to her friends with bedroom eyes. “You know, if I’m going to be your waitress tonight, the least you guys can do is pay me a little. I might even be tempted to provide a few other services as well…”
Leslie took her drink with shaking hands, her eyes flicking up and down Denise’s body before taking a long swig. When Denise winked at her, she nearly choked, making Joy burst out laughing.
Joy took her drink as well, but quickly set it aside. Reaching over to her purse, she fished out a few dollars and waved them towards Denise. Chugging the last of her cocktail, the impromptu waitress giggled as Joy stuffed the bills down the waistband of her panties.
“You’re not getting anything else until I get a look at some of these ‘services’,” Joy said, teasingly.
Denise didn’t hesitate for a moment, reaching back deftly to undo the clasp on her bra with practiced ease. Before she let her breasts fall free, she reached up and held the cloth to her chest, swiveling her hips slowly until her back was turned and her ass was wagging in front of the other girls. Rhythmically she moved, swaying her body in time with an inaudible beat as she let the bra fall to the floor.
(Breast Expansion, Intellect Loss, and some Age Regression – This series is all about straight up bimbos and nothing else! Enjoy!)
Jennifer put down her phone with a thoughtful look on her face. Easy, dumb, obedient… It just sounded so wrong, so demeaning. There was no way she was going to just mince around, showing off her body like some kind of nymphomaniac idiot; the idea was simply too out there, too compelling…
Still nude, Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. Body language and personality… Easy, dumb, obedient… She frowned. Her stance was one of uncertainty and shyness, her face showing too much intelligence and concern. There was no way she could pull it off.
Half-jokingly, Jennifer reached up and cupped her breasts, shifting her hips and striking one of the poses she had seen on the site. Legs spread, ass out, she looked like a whore waiting for a job. The thought sent tingles throughout her body, traveling straight down to her sex.
On impulse, she looked at her reflection and tried to match her face to her pose. She let her mouth hang open just a bit, and her eyes fall half-closed. Blushing, lost in the moment, Jennifer trailed one hand down her belly, until her fingers felt the warmth of her slit.
“Hey boys, I’m Jenni… I’m kind of a ditz, but everyone tells me I’m lots’a fun…” she said to her reflection. “We can do whatever you want. I’m easy.”
She gasped as she began to tease her clit, though it wasn’t simply from the delicious sensations the action produced. The way she was standing, the naughty way she was playing with her pussy, and the eager yet unintelligent look on her face… Jennifer had never looked or felt so sexy in her life.
The wet sounds of her ministrations served as the perfect sound track to the act she was putting on above. Kissing at the mirror, batting her eyelashes and trying her best to look as cute and slutty as she could, Jennifer barely noticed the various parts of her mind dimming down one by one. In fact, the growing fog in her head had only made her act feel more real and natural, until any self-consciousness was utterly wiped away.
Bent over, Jenni began moaning like a whore as she slipped two fingers inside her dripping slit. Rolling her hips, she started slamming them in and out of herself, her sluggish mind putting together the barest fantasy of a random man taking her from behind. It was enough to enrapture her, battering her brain with a feedback loop of obedience and pleasure.
(Bondage, Breast Expansion, Bimbos and Age Regression themes, and that’s just the beginning! This series is all about sluts, tits, and mind-bending mental changes.)
“Man, what is up with me today? I feel like such a…” she slid under the pink covers, her hand between her legs in seconds. “Such a slut.”
The moment she finished the thought, her hips began to buck, and she felt the now familiar pressure of the suit beginning to touch her. What little resistance she had before had dwindled to nothing now, and as the material hardened and slipped inside her, she was eagerly spreading her thighs and easing it in.
As it fucked her, Mila could feel the suit begin to take control once more. Within moments, it had caused her to throw the blanket from her body, and she found herself climbing slowly out of the bed. Despite her motion, the suit continued to stroke in and out of her slit, and the gentle pressure against her asshole was becoming more insistent.
Eyes fluttering with lust and humiliation, she watched helplessly as her body moved on its own. She knew her destination before she got there, and she could feel her clit throb as she moved into position.
Most of the cameras in the room were well hidden, but this one was out in plain sight. It stuck out like a sore thumb, a black lens on white walls just at waist level. Mila shuddered with lust as she approached it, and while part of her wanted to hold back, that part was clearly being outvoted by the dumb slit between her legs.
She fell gently to her knees, and she could feel her juices press warmly against her as she did so. The motion up inside her was fast now, insistent. Being down on her knees felt so good, so right, that she almost regretted moving to her next pose, but there was a need inside her now, and it was telling her that a slut needed to be seen.
ing back, she spread her thighs wide, the fat lips of her pussy pushing out against the skintight suit. Ripples went through the material, stroking her clit, running invisible fingers over every inch of her skin. Still, none of what the suit was doing to her matched the way her thoughts were making her feel.
She knew that someone on the other side of that camera was watching her, seeing plainly what a slut she really was. She could claim it was the suit, or some kind of cabin fever, but she knew it was just her own dirty, perverted little pussy controlling her weak mind. All she had needed was this moment of reasonable doubt, a single flimsy excuse and she had turned into a dripping mess of a human fucktoy.
“W… w-watch me…” she moaned, bucking her hips up at the camera, wishing they could see her wet, eager little hole in plain view.
Reaching down, balancing herself on one arm, she pushed two fingers between her pussy lips, sliding up into the cavity created by the suit’s movements. The material closed warmly around her fingers, seemingly as eager to pleasure outside as well as in. Moreover, where her fingers pressed, the suit seemed to thrum more vigorously, making every thrust of her fingers feel like the most exquisite vibrator.
Her mind a blank, Mila fucked herself into a drooling stupor, all the while imagining the people up in that room being aroused by her, but also looking down on her. She imagined they were talking about how much of a whore she was, or maybe even taking bets on who’d go down and fuck her first.
That last thought was what pushed her over the edge. She imagined kneeling before one of the techs, sucking noisily on his cock while the rest of them watched… and lined up to be next. The climax shook Mila’s entire body, and it felt as though the suit were electrified as she fell, writhing, to the floor.
Panting, drool trickling out of her open mouth, Mila passed out into sweet, dreamless slumber.
Daniella thrust her hips, moaning into the gag in her mouth. Wordlessly she begged for someone, or even something to just let her cum, but her cries fell flat against the wet, pink cloth. The muffling strap was part of the shiny, skin-tight suit she woke up wearing, having snaked up to her mouth when she couldn’t seem to resist a little morning me-time.
She had been so caught up in her fantasy, she hadn’t even stopped touching herself when the gag covered her mouth. In fact, it only seemed to feed into her submissive side, causing her to cry out as it slipped between her lips. It was only when her hand was pulled away from her slit and tugged up to her bedpost that she came even close to snapping out of it, but by then it was too late.
Legs spread, Daniella’s ankles were tied to the bottom corners of the bed by almost animate offshoots from her bodysuit. Likewise, her arms were stretched up over her head, each lashed to the solid oak headboard. She struggled for a moment, feeling the suit constrict over her lithe form. Every inch of it clung to her nubile body, growing tighter and more invasive by the second.
Daniella realized that she was utterly helpless, and as the drool spilled out of her mouth around her gag, she felt even more exposed, weak and… horny. It wasn’t simply the feeling of the suit rippling over her surprisingly sensitive skin, or the lingering arousal of her early morning indulgence. It was total submission, and it was getting her off in a big way.
All her life she’d been the aggressor, talking big and challenging anyone on practically any subject. Even her friends weren’t safe from her bullying, as Elaine well knew, and on more than one occasion she’d brow-beat them into doing something they’d never do on their own. The entire time though, she had been hoping someone would fight back, to put her in her place.
Now, as what felt like thousands of fingers went sliding across her writhing, teenage body, she felt the sweet bliss of being completely, undeniably controlled. Her struggles had become less to escape and more to trying to get the most out of every sensation, especially as the suit seemed to constantly keep her right on the edge of climax.
It had been hours now, and the girl knew only her total surrender, and an all-encompassing need to finally cum. Her mind was fixated on it, to the point where coherent thoughts and complete sentences were far, far beyond her. Grunting into her gag, fighting to get herself off in her constraints, she didn’t notice anyone entering the room until she felt actual hands begin to stroke their way up her calves.
Eyes fluttering open, Daniella fully intended to plead with her visitor to fuck her, lick her, use her whorish body for anything they wanted as long as they let her cum. Instead, she saw complete darkness. The suit had formed a perfect blindfold over her, leaving Daniella to the whims of her sensitive skin and the mysterious stranger.
(All about the transformations here, with few limits. Lots of bimbos, intellect loss and overall conversion into eager, obedient toys for whoever might stumble across them. Enjoy!)
Both the simple garment and the panties beneath them were soaked clean through, although strangely Heather’s musk was almost overwhelmed entirely by the scent of candy and plastic. It was as if the stuff from the box had leaked through like Theresa thought, though the state of her dripping slit promised otherwise.
Either way, the young girl tore them off and tossed them into the same pile her coverall had formed, quickly followed by her ratty, white tank top. Completely nude, she bent over the desk and began fucking herself in earnest. Her firm, pert tits were pressed against the faux wood surface as her hands roamed her backside shamelessly, sliding along her tingling holes as her thoughts grew dim.
It was strange… every time before, Heather was more or less all about the end result, efficiently toying with all her favorite weak spots to get herself off with little effort. This time, it was almost as though she were putting on a show rather than pleasuring herself. Equally inexplicable was the fact that it had begun to feel even better.
She could feel her whole body tingle as she pressed her ass outward, her legs spread to show off the bare lips of her pussy; and even as her fingers slid exquisitely down her thighs, she could still feel her clit thrumming in response. It was as though putting herself on display was an act of masturbation in and of itself, and she was rapidly losing herself to the sensations it brought forth.
Straightening up, her body feeling almost rigid with pleasure, she reached up and lifted her breasts, pretending to show them off to an unseen watcher. Despite the strange stiffness she was experiencing in her joints, her whole body shook as she completed the pose, smiling wide and welcoming as her fingers closed on her erect, rubbery nipples.
That smile slipped somewhat as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and a sharp voice berating colleagues along with it. Theresa, Heather thought to herself. Panicking, her eyes darted around the room, though the rest of her body stayed in its lewd pose. Knowing she’d be unable to reach her clothes in time, and realizing she had nowhere to run, Heather took a deep breath and simply waited, hoping she could somehow keep from being fired, or arrested.
“Maybe I can play it off as a joke, somehow,” she thought to herself as the door swung open and Theresa stomped in.
The stern, but beautiful woman gave a deep sigh as the door closed, and she leaned back against it with a face that looked a mix between confusion and shame. Heather’s eyes widened as the display manager pulled up her expensive, designer skirt to reveal a cheap, worn out g-string. The flimsy cloth was pulled up tight between the lips of Theresa’s pussy, which seemed puffy and swollen.
She seemed to struggle a moment, her cheeks red with blush and her breath coming in shallow panting. “I… I’m Te…” She seemed like she wanted to cover her mouth, stop what she was about to say, but it was as if she couldn’t keep from showing off her pink panty clad pussy. Heather watched as she steadied herself, closing her eyes and gradually slowing her breathing back to normal levels… before it all fell apart…
(Heavy bimbofication and prostitution themes, some humiliation and even some age regression. Anything to get our girls young, perky and eager for the customers!)
The first press of her fingers against her spandex covered lips startled Abigail, but no more than the sudden onrush of sensation that came with it. Never having time for dating, the girl was no stranger to sometimes enjoying herself sexually, but this was so much more. It wasn’t simply pleasure pouring up from her throbbing clit now; it was purpose.
Soon, she was stroking herself in earnest, her eyes never leaving her strangely youthful seeming body. She loved the way the lights of the place made her meager tits look so much bigger, but she especially loved how the heavy bass shook her sensitive little nipples. It left her hands free to slip underneath the elastic band of her shorts, to feel her hot, wet sex as it begged to be used.
The new pair of hands that began to touch her did not go unnoticed, but neither were they unwelcome. Soft and skilled, they roamed Abigail’s curves with quiet care, stroking her slowly along her bare belly. Upwards the hands went, until they were slipping up underneath the tight t-shirt and teasing the older woman’s nipples.
Gasping, Abigail leaned back, feeling a pair of massive, pillowy tits press against her. Jessi’s nametag poked into her skin, but she hardly noticed. Between those expert hands manipulating her little nubs, and her own fingers teasing her slit, Abigail could think of nothing but the rising climax inside her.
The music seemed to grow stronger, thicker around her as she began to clench up. Every part of her seemed to tense with incredible, maddening intensity, until it was all she could do to keep from crying out. Suddenly, Jessi’s mouth was kissing it’s way up her neck, until the teen was nibbling gently on her ear.
“Cum, you slut.”
Abigail’s back arched, her tits jiggling free of Jessie’s grasp as she convulsed with sheer animal pleasure. Her mind was a ball of white hot lust, and her body was the conduit. Each of her screams, moans and gasps seemed to melt into the music, becoming one as she let it in completely.
Somewhere in the combined onslaught of rhythm and orgasm, she had sank to her knees. On the floor, she could see her discarded clothes, and in a moment of clarity realized that she could easily reach out, grab them and run from it all, escape the pleasure. Instead, she turned to Jessi with a smile on her face.
“I like these… what else do you have?”
(Heavy breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, with a dash of age regression when a new girl is needed.)
A great lust-laced emptiness had filled her head, and Shelly was finding that thinking about anything other than getting fucked like a bitch in heat was starting to be beyond her. Her shirt was now pulled completely down, the neckline now resting comfortably under her bra. She felt almost humiliated by the small size of her tits, as if they weren't worthy of him in some way.
That humiliation only served to fuel her want more so, and she found one hand reaching up and rubbing his bulge outside of his jeans. A little line of drool fell from her open mouth as Shelly imagined sucking off her student right then and there.
"I… I want that," she mumbled as she continued to touch him.
He laughed a bit at her, and she felt her other hand slip down under the waistband of her long skirt seeking her dripping sex in response to the sound. "And what exactly do you want it for, Ms. Summers?"
"Oh god… I want to suck it… I want you to fuck me with it, however you want…" As she spoke she spread her legs, trying to be inviting. Instead, Craig simply plucked her hand off of his crotch and pushed it away.
"Pull up your skirt. Now," he said in a commanding tone. Her pussy twitched just from the sound of it, and she found herself quickly stumbling to comply. The skirt was long and cumbersome, but she managed to tug it up. Her plain blue panties were soaked entirely through, and she had to keep from fucking herself right there as he watched her.
"Pathetic," he said, with obvious disdain. He turned to walk away, leaving her with her legs spread and her underwear still exposed.
"Wait… what? Please… please take me!" she cried after him, though she kept her skirt up… he hadn't told her she could put it down yet.
"The only thing more pathetic than a disgusting slut, is a disgusting slut in denial. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Ms. Summers. Oh, and for fucks sake, cover up those granny panties. Ugh." The sheer dismissal in his voice filled her with an overwhelming feeling of humiliation, and as he left the room Shelly Summers found herself cumming for the first time in her own classroom.
Shaking, sweating, she rubbed her betraying pussy hard and fast. Her juices had soaked completely through her panties and the back of her skirt had a wide, dark wet patch on it. As she thought of all the people who would see it and wonder, she shook with arousal. Nearly tearing down her little bra, she bared her tits to the empty class room, tugging on her nipples with fingers that reeked of sex.
"I'm a disgusting slut… I'm a disgusting slut," she nearly chanted to herself as orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm rocked through her, and she knew that deep down, it was the truth.
All pretense of teaching, professionalism or morality went out the door as her puckered lips clasped around the warm thick flesh of the girl's areola, and as her tongue flicked over the prominent nub, it seemed even her memories and self were slowly ebbing away under the sheer pleasure of sexual contact.
For her part, Megan was largely lost under the torrential waves of arousal that were crashing over her body. Her face nestled against Samantha's neck and she kissed and suckled at it lovingly. Every part of her belonged to the older woman right then, and she felt her legs spread almost by themselves as the raw edge of what would be the girl's first orgasm began to burn through her.
Hips bucking, she wordlessly cried out as her nipples were played with relentlessly, and Samantha's now skilled tongue drove her to insane new heights of need. Her pussy, yet untouched, dripped onto the floor in lust. Samantha smiled down at the growing puddle, and knew the girl was ready.
It didn't take much to get Megan to bend over, as her shyness had largely given way to a mixture of wanting and obedience. Her tits hung under her small body like udders, and the tips of her nipples rubbed the rough cloth of the seat below her as she steadied herself on the chair.
Samantha ran her hands along the girl's firm ass, slowly bringing her fingers down to run softly between her swollen lips. Megan bit down on the chair's headrest as she felt one, then two fingers slide inside of her. Starting slowly, soon the digits were pounding in and out of her with abandon. The movement caused her breasts to swing, tickling the very tips with each push.
The climax came hard and fast, and Megan found herself thrusting her hips back onto the vice principal's hand as she cried out loudly. Despite her moans and screams, she could still hear Samantha as she began to speak.
"See, there's no need to be shy… All the boys and girls love a busty slut like you…" As she spoke Samantha pulled out her fingers, watching the girl wiggle her backside in search of something to fuck.
The older woman took a moment to lick the girl's juices off of her fingers, shivering from the delicious naughtiness of it. It was incredibly tempting to dive between the girl's legs and show her even more tricks she could do with her tongue, but she was suddenly reminded of her purpose here.
Slowly, inch by inch she slid the toy inside the slut in front of her. Once the pink plastic was entirely concealed, Samantha flicked on the vibration. The effect was immediate, as Megan's ass began shaking and the girl bit down on the chair even harder. Rather than support herself, the teen brought her hands under her and began to grope at her massive tits.
One hand down her slacks, Samantha began to stroke at her clit as she watched the girl thrash in the throes of pure orgasmic frenzy. Every twitch, every spasm, every drop of sweat that fell from her tight body… Samantha remembered it all herself. Just the memory of her own slutty teenage years brought a familiar heat back between her legs, and it wasn't long before her own moans were intermingling with that of her student.
Button by button she pulled open her shirt, squeezing at her breasts intermittently as she fell to an addiction long resisted. With every touch of her breasts she could feel her mind go more hazy and sluggish, and as she began to tug on her own nipples, she started talking to the girl once more.
"See… Megan? Your big titties make you stupid, like mine… like me…" As she spoke, Samantha's breasts began to bulge outward, growing into the obscene size of her student's. She stared, hypnotized as the the girl's dripping sex wiggled in front of her and she could see the ungainly wobble of the teen's massive tits as the swung into view with every motion.
Megan responded with a breathy moan, and Samantha answered in kind as she saw the girl's cunt clench down around the toy inside. As they both began to shake and shudder, the vice principal felt the world begin to shift around her. Tingles burned throughout her whole being and her vision turned into blackness, punctuated by little pinpricks of light. The last thing she remembered before she faded out entirely, was the sound of her office door opening followed by laughter.
In fact, all the praise had made her feel a little funny… kind of floaty and tingly again. Courtney could suddenly see why her friend had seemed like such a ditz all the time. People giving you that much attention constantly would be enough to make her a little air-headed too, even without the fizzy pink drinks.
As it was, she found herself surprisingly enthusiastic about learning the stretches and moves, even when they felt a little… risqué. More than a few times she found herself sitting spread-eagle on the soft grass, the bloomers pressed even tighter against her sex. Instead of balking, Courtney found she just felt good, if a bit hot.
One of the stretches had her just opening and closing her thighs, and each motion felt like someone running their finger up along her lips, ending with a pleasant little rub against her surprisingly aroused clit. Smiling dreamily to herself, she sort of spaced out while repeating the exercise.
Letting her eyes wander, she found herself eventually looking over at one of the other girls doing the same stretch. Open, close, open, close… Courtney found herself staring openly at the cute blonde as she continued spreading her legs. She moved in time with the other cheerleader, quickly finding herself breathing roughly.
The other girl seemed not to notice, blithely and slowly wiping a few beads of sweat from her inner thigh. Her hand seemed to linger, sliding along her soft, immaculate skin and down to the tight, elastic cloth that so barely covered her slit. Courtney didn't consciously notice… but she was doing the same.
Open, close, open, close… the girl's perfectly manicured hand reached the edge of the bloomers and slid effortlessly underneath them. From the way she pulled the cloth aside, Courtney could plainly see the girl's bare, plump lips as her fingers pressed between them.
Open… rub… close… rub… Courtney's fingertips danced against her clit, and her thighs twitched from both the pleasant exercise and the extreme sensations. Still she stared over at the other girl, her eyes both locked on and yet unfocused.
The tight fabric of the bloomers seemed to ride up on the cheerleader, helped along by gentle tugs as she pulled the cloth out of the way of her fun. As such, Courtney clearly saw the girl's shapely backside nearly exposed as the blonde leaned back more.
For her part, the teen felt the soft, stretchy material rubbing along against her own ass in time with each stroke. For the first time in her life, she found herself wondering what her fingers might feel like back there.
She didn't have the time nor the focus to think on it much, as her 'partner' began to shake. Open and close turned into simply close as the girl began fucking herself hard with her fingers. Courtney followed suit, gasping and panting as she felt her own climax build.
Both girls cried out, their bodies tensing hard before exploding in sweet, sweaty release. The pleasure seemed to pulse inside of her, and Courtney found herself reeling a moment before blacking out completely. The last thing she saw before she fell completely was the the other girl winking, and blowing a kiss at her.
Misty… Just how do you expect to pass my class like that?" As he pointed at her, she realized she was still fucking herself in plain sight of the other students. "Seems all you ever do is just sit back there, teasing your much smarter classmates with your slutty little body…"
Misty blushed, but she didn't stop.
"Tell you what, how about you get it out of your system. Class, would you like Misty to get her fill of fucking herself?" Murmurs of assent filled the room, interspersed with more than a little clapping. "There you have it, Misty. Go ahead… fuck yourself for the class."
Her heart was pounding as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her tiny white thong swiftly followed. Already soaked through, it hit the hard wood floor with a wet slap… and the class laughed at her.
Thankfully, yet strangely regrettably, none of the students noticed the way Misty's young, curvy body shook and shivered with lust at their derision. Instead, they just hollered at her as she began to stroke her little glistening slit.
"That's right, show everyone… You love showing off, don't you, Misty?"
She nodded, making sure to spread her legs more so that her classmates could see everything clearly. She could feel them against her sensitive skin; every pair of eyes, every smartphone camera. From the way her clit throbbed and her pussy twitched, she knew her teacher was right… she loved showing off.
"Now Misty, you're not going to get your fill like that, will you. You really do get off on people watching you, but what you really need is for people to touch you… your body hungers for it, doesn't it?"
The second his words hit her ears, she felt it… She wanted, no, needed her classmates to fondle her. To use her. Dripping, panting, she slunk over to the nearest desk. The girl sitting there was sneering openly at her, but Melanie… no, Misty didn't care. She didn't want their love, or their respect… she wanted their lust.
Bending over the desk, Misty tore open her sheer white blouse, and let her fat, jiggling tits rest on the cold surface. The haughty girl in front of her recoiled at her blatant display, but as the other students jeered and cheered, she relented. Tentatively at first, the girl reached out and gently cupped one of Misty's hanging breasts.
Misty's body felt like it was on fire, just from the weak, hesitant squeezes coming from the other student. Every part the girl was touching felt like soft, skilled tongue dancing across her clit. Her knees went weak, and she had to reach out and grab the sides of the desk in front of her just to stay up. She was acutely aware of how her round, fuckable ass was well presented to the rest of the class, the fact of which was causing a tiny line of drool to creep out of her pillowy lips.
"It's sad, really. Misty, it seems even constantly craving being touched, and played with isn't enough to satisfy you… No matter how much you're fondled, whether by yourself or others, you'll only find your needs growing and growing."
He was right, Misty was finding. Though the girl in front of her had gotten more enthusiastic, tugging at one thick nipple while she slowly ran her fingers around the other, Misty couldn't seem to find release.
She moaned in frustration, rubbing her tits up and down along the smooth desk even as she wiggled her backside in open invitation to anyone with wandering hands. Everything felt incredible, but somewhere inside her mind, inside her body was an itch that seemed impossible to scratch.
"You don't just want their hands, Misty… You want everything. You want their tongues, their cocks, their cunts. You want to be fucked, Misty. You need it."
She absolutely did. Wiggling her backside turned into blatantly rolling her hips as she thrust her holes out for anyone to use. Wordlessly they came, running their hands along the sweet curves of her teenage body.
The hesitant girl before her had gradually become an assertive lover. Legs spread, Misty took in the sight of the girl's glistening slit for only a moment before falling gratefully to her hands and knees. As her tongue met with warm, wet flesh, Misty felt her own sex quiver in response.
Lapping away, she didn't notice the boy until his hands squeezed her tight little ass and the hot head of his cock pressed against her cunt. She didn't wait for him to thrust, instead choosing to shove her body back at him, impaling herself on his massive, throbbing member.
As he pushed in and out of her, Misty found her face forcibly shoved in between the other girl's sex-slick thighs, and she used the momentum to take long, deep licks with every harsh movement.
"This is you, Misty… This is all you'll ever be, and all you'll ever want to be… This is you…"
The teacher's words seemed to echo in her mind, in her self. Even as they resonated inside her, Misty felt the world shift and shimmer around her. Confused, she could only watch dumbly as everything faded away into a fluffy, glowing pink haze…
Erin tossed and turned. Her dreams kept drifting back to what she had witnessed and done earlier in the day, and even the memory was enough to get her going again. Worse, each time she passed back out into fitful sleep, the fantasies became more and more unrestrained.
The most recent found the slender girl dressed as she had imagined Misty to be… Tiny, skin-tight skirt just barely covering her little firm ass, which was currently uncomfortably occupied by that horrible pink thong.
Still, dream Erin was loving it, rolling her hips just to feel the cheap material tickle her most sensitive places. Which isn't to say that was the only place receiving attention… The short redhead was mindlessly tugging on her little puffy nipples, visible under the see-through tank top she was wearing.
They stood out proudly from her flat chest; the sensations pulsing out from them drowning out all rational thought. It was almost as if the more she played with them, the more the defined her…
"That's a good girl…" Erin heard the voice but either didn't, or couldn't see who it belonged to.
She didn't care though… she knew who it was. It was the same girl who had taken advantage of Misty's slutty little obedient side. Well, Erin wasn't going to stand for it. She was going to stand up and walk out of here and…
No… As it turned out, Erin was going to sit right there fondling her pathetic little breasts as if they were the most important thing in the world. Inwardly she was raging, trying to force herself out of the strange malaise she found herself in. Outwardly on the other hand, she was leaning forward trying to present what meager chest she possessed; making up for the lack of size with the enthusiasm of her roaming palms.
"Does my little girl want to cum?" said the voice, and Erin nodded vigorously in response.
"Good, good… But you know what happens when girls cum at Halford High, don't you?" Again, Erin nodded.
"Alright then… why don't you fuck yourself like a good little girl? Ignore those tiny little mounds and put on a show for me."
Erin pulled her hands away reluctantly. For all their small size, her breasts had been sending little shivers up and down her spine the entire time. Still, there was something about the woman… something irresistible.
Leaning back, she spread her legs as far as they would go, loving the way her damp panties hugged her bare mound. Little drops of her lust patted against the floor, leaving a puddle between her high heels. They came in almost perfect sync with her panting breath, both of which sped as her hands trailed down between her slick thighs.
Pulling aside her panties roughly, she made sure her dribbling slit was good and visible to the woman who belonged to the voice. As her fingers made contact with her clit, she began to shake. She had already been close from the sweet sensations she was tugging from her tits, and simply sliding her fingers across her little nub was enough to cause her to cry out.
As the tingles intensified and spread over her body like wildfire, her mind began to fog over even more so. Of course she knew what happened when a girl cums at Halford High… They get great, big, orgasm-inducing titties that just beg to be touched and teased and shown off. They get long, blonde hair that loves to be pulled. They get thick, pillowy, cock-sucking lips that make their mouths into just another fuckhole like the rest of them…. Girls who cum at Halford High become bimbos.
Though she was devastated, Allison couldn't help feeling strangely… aroused by it all. Little tingles danced through her body as strongly, if not more so than when she had been going down on Todd. She wasn't even thinking as she pulled off her still sticky hoodie and sat topless on the floor of her room.
Sounds of her boyfriend's pleasure began spilling from the phone as Allison brought it up and placed it on the bed right where Todd had been. Leaning forward, eyes glued to the screen, she reached down and pulled off her jeans. Clad in nothing but sweat and soaking panties, with the taste of cum and infidelity on her tongue, Allison began masturbating for the first time in her life.
She had played around a time or two, to be certain. Each time had felt just a shade too lustful, too naughty and she had pulled away. Now, too naughty was just right. Reaching down, her hand cupped her mound, the tips of her fingers just barely tickling the very edge of her sex. She held there a moment, watching the scene unfold on her phone as she slowly pressed her little stiff nipples against the soft blanket on her bed.
They felt incredibly sensitive, almost throbbing with need as they rubbed against the thread of the comforter. Meanwhile, on the video, Desiree was moaning along with Todd. Again and again she seemed to bring him right to the edge of climax, only to back off again just in time. This time, as Desiree sat back and waited for the young man to relax, she reached back and slipped out of her now drenched yoga pants.
A deep, guttural grunt fell from Allie's mouth as her former friend's ass came into sight, along with a perfect view of the other girl's dribbling, bare slit. As soon as she saw it, that's when she began to stroke at her clit… slowly at first, and then gradually more frenzied. Allison's efforts became even more intense when she saw the flicker of Desiree's pink polished nails appear between the other girl's legs.
Allie had never once been interested in girls before, but her libido at the moment seemed like it couldn't care less. All at once, the sight of Desiree's bouncing posterior became a thousand times more compelling than the cock it shared a screen with.
Wet sounds grew between both girls' legs as their movements became faster, more desperate. Echoed cries rang out in the room, and Allie's room filled with the scent of feminine lust. Back arched, her finger strummed against her clit with bestial ferocity… Just like Desiree.
Finally, as she saw the first errant sprays coming from Todd's cock, Allie saw with fevered vision that her former friend had begun to tense up and shiver with impending climax. For what seemed like infinitely pleasurable agony they both kneeled there, one hand working a slick pussy and the other clenching down on the blanket in front of them.
As Samantha's power died back down a little, she took a look at what she had done to the girl. Joyce's tits were huge, soft and squeezable, resting on her knees as she sat down. The principal could practically feel the lust and sensitivity radiating from the sweat sheened globes, and it would be a miracle if the teen could keep from cumming after even a light tug on one of her rubbery nipples.
Joyce's mouth was barely more than another wet fuck hole at this point, her lips opened almost permanently, thick and inviting. They glistened, and the girl couldn't help but lick them constantly. Her tongue itself was long and dexterous, well suited to pleasing any lover that decided to use her.
Samantha could hear a loud buzzing, and she knew the girl had a toy just as large and pleasurable in her round ass. From the way Joyce's finger's clenched into the arms of the chair, her nails long and fake, the girl seemed to be enjoying the sensation quite a bit.
Despite the close call, Samantha couldn't help but feel a naughty thrill burn through her at the sight of this good girl turned into a cheap, dirty whore. As it was, she was having trouble turning herself back, reveling in the feeling of needing to be fucked by anyone or anything, and having the perfect body to get that accomplished.
Joyce's eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion. "Titties… titties feel funny…"
Samantha licked her lips, reveling in the taste of her candy flavored red lipstick. Her pussy dripped down her legs, coating her fishnets as she stood up.
"That's because they're better… don't they feel better?" Samantha cooed. Her voice sounded like sex coated in sugar, only twice as dirty and three times as sweet.
Joyce looked up and saw the other trashy slut in the room for the first time, feeling an even greater heat build in her body at the blatant display of easy whore. She nodded up at the woman, willing to say anything she wanted as long as the woman would touch her, use her.
"Titties need you so bad…" the girl mewled, reaching up and tugging on one of her obscene nipples.
She came the second she made contact, her body writhing and convulsing with animal pleasure. One hand reached down and pushed the vibrating toy deeper into her tingling ass as her mind was lost in the sensation of her fat tits simply being touched.
Samantha fucked herself while she watched, her fingers plunging into her pussy as she watched the girl surrender to her lust. Soon though, she couldn't help but get closer. Her whorish body ached to be used in the worst way, and all her instincts were crying out for her to suck the busty teen's pussy as long as she could.
Kneeling down, her own huge tits nearly rubbed the floor as she leaned in towards the girl's tight little slit. Reaching up, she pulled aside the stretchy material of the girl's short shorts, the cheap elastic giving easy access to Samantha's skilled and eager mouth. Hungrily she lapped at Joyce's pussy, moaning just as much, if not more than the writhing teen as her body was wracked with lust from being used.
Bent over, resting her slender body on top of the massive jiggling tits as they pressed into the plush comforter, Marie gasped as his fingers slid firmly into her welcoming slit. Gasps turned to giggles as the intense sensations of being used spread throughout every inch of her being… and centering on her empty, fluff-filled brain.
Her own hands caressed the sides of her heavy breasts, adding to the already insanely compelling throbs coming from her thick, stiff nipples. Worse, the pleasure caused the busty blonde to briefly close her almost perpetually 'O' shaped mouth, and the tingles that ran from her glistening, pillowy lips rivaled those coming from her dripping, manipulated sex.
Marie expressed all this with little high-pitched moans, punctuated with air-headed giggles as she pressed her firm, round ass back against her lover's arm. He quickened his pace, and was met with the pleasant sight of Marie's perfect buttocks shaking under him.
"Fuck me…. Fuck me Mr. Chambers! Fuck me til I can't think anymore…. Fuck me stupid, please!" Marie pleaded, shoving the plump, bare lips of her pussy back around his fingers.
He pulled his hand away, and Marie pouted for a few moments. Just long enough for Greg to move around the bed and slip his wet fingers into her fuckhole of a mouth. Marie moaned as she instinctually began to bob her head up and down, lapping and sucking at the delicious mix of lust and candy that her juices now tasted like.
As her tongue swirled seductively around him, so too did her thoughts spin around her foggy mind. Spin and become discarded, falling under the growing cloud of pink and sex and pleasant ignorance. She was so lost in the warm, tingling sensation of her old, boring life slipping away, she barely noticed as her lover pulled away completely.
Her head fell softly into a pair of warm, comfortable pillows instead, and she nestled into them as her body continued to pulse and hum.
"Marie…. Marie… Wake up, Marie…"
The voice sounded so different from Greg's… almost feminine. Marie turned over, little droplets of drool falling out of her open mouth.
"Marie… Miss Edwards…. Miss Edwards, you, like, are totally getting my titties all wet!"
Marie's eyes flashed open, piercing the haze of her dream. Bolting upright, she blushed furiously as she realized she hadn't just fallen asleep… she had dozed off right onto her student's well-displayed and well-rounded breasts.
Marie simply shook in place, her mind overwhelmed by the sensations washing through her. Her already hazy thoughts slowed more so, her attempts at reasonable, intelligent consideration being muffled by the dripping want between her legs. It felt as though a weight was being lifted from her consciousness, and a lazy smile spread on her face as her brain filled up with sex and fluff.
Even the feeling of Erica’s soft hands roaming her small body wasn’t enough to shake her out of the intensity of her internal shift. It wasn’t until she felt the wet warmth of the girl’s thick lips enveloping her stiff little nipple that her eyes fluttered open at all.
Marie looked down slowly, dreamily watching as the older girl suckled on her breast. The feeling of skilled, enthusiastic tongue and thick, cock-sucking lips were almost too much for the young girl, and she held onto Erica’s shoulders to steady herself. Wobbling in place already, her entire body screaming out to be fucked, Marie nearly passed out as she felt the first throbs of growth on her chest.
The first pulse hit hard, and she cried out loudly in animal lust, her hands tugging Erica’s head closer. The motion caused her body to shake, and Marie giggled as she felt the first jiggle of her expanding bust.
Erica didn’t stop for a moment, not even when Marie’s growing tits began to push back on her face. The taste of that delicious drink combined with warm, sweet nipple in her mouth, and the airheaded girl found she either couldn’t or didn’t want to think about anything else. As it was, just from the little drip of sugary soda into her eager lips was enough to cause her own massive chest to begin growing beneath her, taking precious bits of her remaining IQ with it.
After what seemed like forever, Marie slowly pushed Erica away. It wasn’t that she was done with the girl, far from it. In fact, it took all of her meager will power not to just fall to the floor with her and make an even bigger mess than they already had. Still, she had to see just how much she’d grown up.
As soon as she had been pushed away, Erica crawled over to the fridge. She felt her fat nipples dragging against the kitchen floor, and the sensation was almost enough to get her off right then and there. She managed to hold out just long enough to get another cold can out of the fridge…
While not entirely closed off, her position left her mostly hidden and the shade did the rest. Setting her backpack down on the cool earth, Janice sat down and waited for the show to begin. As the team began to mill out onto the grass, the teen found herself grinning when she noticed the bimbo was nowhere to be seen.
“Just you and me, boys…” she whispered to herself, easing back on her impromptu seat. The backpack seemed remarkably comfortable to sit on, though the back of her shorts felt a little tight. Not wanting to have her legs get covered in dirt, she had her knees pulled up, and her back came to rest on a beam behind her. It was the perfect position to run one naughty hand down between her open thighs.
The moment her fingers brushed across the front of her shorts she paused. All at once the reality of what she was doing, what she had planned on doing came down on her with utter clarity. Even so, she could feel the throb of her pussy just inches away, and she knew that despite the shame she couldn’t turn down now.
“I-I just can’t help myself,” she muttered, as she reached down and slipped off her shorts and underwear, bunching them down around her tennis shoes. Her panties were soaked clear through, the plain cotton made slutty by her perverse slit. “It’s just my va-… my pussy needs to be touched… used…”
She gasped, both at her brazen words and the way her sex seemed to quiver at just a slight touch. Before, any of her late night indulgences were tentative and tender, with even her dirtiest fantasies being comprised mostly of being swept off her feet first. This was different… This wasn’t some sweet, teen daydream. This was lust, messy and vulgar, as if her body wanted to be fucked whether her heart was in on it, or not.
Rather than be worried, Janice couldn’t help but be more turned on at the filthy state of mind she had worked herself up to. Discarding her underwear and shorts completely, the girl spread her legs as far apart as she could, leaning back to put her sex on open display. Reaching down, she slid two fingers up inside herself, shuddering at how good it felt. Almost instantly she became discontented, however, and within moments she was messily thrusting her fingers in and out.
The area was filled with her increasingly louder and sluttier moans, coupled with a wet slap every time her hand hit home. The sound, along with the shameful squirt that came with it was driving the teen into a frenzy of lust and humiliation, and her fantasies were becoming more and more dirty.
“My stupid cunt needs to be filled… I’m like a bitch in heat, begging for cum. My pussy rules me, owns me… I’m just a fuckhole with legs, use me… u-use me!” Janice cried out as her climax hit hard. While every part of her locked up and burned with insane pleasure, her legs stayed firmly open, as if keeping her slit available was more important than the feelings rolling through her...
“H-hold on, Samantha… something strange is going on,” he stammered, unbuttoning his slacks in spite of his concerns. “This school… there’s something funny about the school, and you…” Joe scratched his head in confusion, even as he stepped forward between the slut’s spread thighs.
Absentmindedly he ran his cock between the lips of Samantha’s slit, until his shaft was glistening with her juices. Then, pulling back slightly, he readjusted until the head of his erection was poised at the blonde’s puckered pink hole. She sucked him in easily, as if she kept herself constantly ready to be used there. Knowing her, she probably did.
“The girls… Samantha, the girls need a firmer hand… M-more guidance.” As he spoke, Joe grabbed ahold of the principal’s arms, pulling them firmly behind her to use as both a binding, and a handhold. She just moaned at the rough usage, tightening down on his cock as if milking him.
“I just think… I think if I had more power here in the school, I could some of the little sluts around… M-make them better. “
As he spoke, the room started to shimmer slightly, and he felt a strange sort of rush inside of him. His thrusts into the whorish principal became harder, more passionate. Samantha reciprocated, squirming and struggling in such a way that his cock only pushed deeper inside her. Then, he began to notice something odd… Samantha was changing.
Everything about her seemed to be slowly becoming more petite, from her wrists locked in his grip to the firm ass he’d buried his dick inside. Thrusting inside her hard, he barely registered her breasts decreasing until she began to lay more flat across the desk. Soon, her high-heeled feet were kicking the open air while he fucked her, before straightening out tightly while they both reeled in mutual climax.
For Joe, everything felt above and beyond anything he’d ever experienced. It was as if his entire body was being filled with white-hot light. Stars burst in his vision, and every inch of him was struck numb with overload. As the pressure built inside, he stumbled backward onto the floor, lost in a daze.
Samantha shivered at the pleasant contentment of having been fucked just right. This time, though, her arousal didn’t ratchet right back up, instead staying as a dull throb inside of her… tamed. She looked down at Joe with a hint of regret. She’d siphoned off so much of the chaotic power into him, he’d have an impossible time controlling it… Still, things would be different now.
Obedience School Bundles
(Lots of transformations here, all with a very Superhero/Comic Book feel. Bimbos, breast expansion, petplay and animal tf, even some genderswap eventually. This series has few limits. You’ve been warned…)
Drained though they were, her tits were still much bigger than they had been. They hung off of her small frame, jiggling with every breath she took, and tingling enticingly all the while. Capping them off, her nipples stood out thick and long, each one almost the width and length of her thumb. They pulled in her attention constantly, and even though she was recovering, it was nearly impossible to keep from squeezing and pulling them.
The rest of her body seemed relatively unchanged, though she could swear there was a little more wobble in her ass than she had before. Additionally, there was this strange throbbing spot right at the base of her spine that she really didn’t want to think about right then. Especially when she could think about her hot, milky udders…
Shaking her head, she realized she’d been staring down and literally drooling over her own tits. Tearing her eyes away, she jiggled into her room and hunted down her spare costume. She needed help, and Miss Rebound knew just where to get it.
Problems arose as she tried to don her skin tight clothing, however. She’d managed to pull on her shorts over her enlarged ass, but the simple sensation of the lycra sliding against her teats was enough to force out a ragged, breathy moo. Knowing the only other option was to simply go topless, Katie took a deep breath, focused, and very quickly tugged the shirt down over her udders.
“Mmmmooooooooo!” she cried as she fell to her hands and knees.
The sound of her mooing was matched by the creak of stretching material, as her tits immediately began filling up again. She tried to reach up and pull off her shirt, her lust filled brain wanting nothing more than to milk her jiggling cowtits again and again. Thankfully, even the simple act of removing her top was too much for her then, and for a moment she just stood there on all fours, her body overcome with need.
Unable to relieve the pulsing pressure in her udders, Katie shuffled about in simple-minded frustration. One of her movements caused her to kick into her round, ribbed bed post, and her eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. She might not be able to play with her massive, wobbling tits, but she could certainly give her throbbing sex some attention.
She backed into the pole, her tight, thin shorts still barely containing her round, fuckable ass. The cloth didn’t matter though, as she began to grind the rounded ridges of the bed post in between the puffy lips of her pussy. Hands clenched on the carpet under her, jiggling udders spilling droplets of sweet milk into her elastic top, Katie let out another long moo.
“Mmmmooooo… Mmmilk me… Fuck me…” the young cowgirl said, rubbing her face in between Dr. Dolly’s thighs, causing the doctor to shiver with lust. She was already having trouble staying focused, but when Katie’s long tongue slid underneath her short skirt, she went full dolly mode, and fast.
Dropping the nullifier, she fell first to her knees, and then onto her back. Legs spread wide, anticipating her playmate, Dolly’s eyes widened into lustful surprise and stuck that way, even as Katie began eagerly lapping at her well-lubed slit.
“Dolly loves to be licked! Play with Dolly forever!” came the chipper sing-song from the doll girl’s mouth, though her lips didn’t move out of their wide open ‘o’ shape.
Katie happily obliged, lapping away at the sweet tasting pussy and loving the way Dolly’s thighs clenched around her udders as she did so. Each automatic squeeze pushed a stream of milk out, coating the floor in just a few seconds. With every spurt of milk came a steady trickle of juices down Katie’s own legs, filling the room with the scent of feminine lust.
From the other room came the sound of steady thumping, as well as a series of long, plaintive moos similar to Katie’s own. The Mad Milker had backed into the thick rubber cock Dolly had mounted on the wall of her stall, and was vigorously fucking herself as her senses were bombarded by the sex occurring not far away. The loud noises completely obscured the sound of electrical crackling that was happening right next to the entwined couple.
The nullifier had fallen to the floor roughly, cracking the outer casing. While that normally wouldn’t be a problem, the sheer amount of liquids steadily coating the floor meant that before long the high tech device was malfunctioning in a big way. Soon, sparks were joined by odd waves of energy pouring out from it and washing over the entirety of the lab.
It was Katie who felt it first. As the light spilled out across her body, she could feel it changing even more so. Black and white speckled fur sprung up on the effected skin, and her feet had clenched down; quickly hardening into hooves. None of that bothered the oversexed girl, but when the changes reached her heavily hanging tits, she let out a cry of pleasurable surprise.
Every inch of her fat udders seemed to pulse with orgasmic tingles, even as they began to expand further. Twin streams of milk sprayed from them as they ballooned outward… and Katie soon felt a twin sensation begin to form beneath them. As her hands slowly devolved into hooves much like her feet, Katie felt her second massive pair of tits begin to fill with milk. The sensation was so intense that she began shaking in climax, even though her thick-lipped pussy had remained unfilled.
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, using grappling arrows when necessary, the Black Huntress stalked through the night. Already she could feel herself becoming intoxicated by the mix of emotions she could smell; the mix of lust, fear and anxiety lending an exciting undercurrent of risk to her patrol. As it was, she had to stop every few houses or so bask in it all, and gently stroke herself through her outfit.
The oil and the filters certainly helped to dampen Tracie’s abilities, but they certainly didn’t stop them altogether. Add in the adrenaline of her hunt, and the slick, slippery feeling underneath her leather, and the girl was almost always half-wild with arousal by the time she took down her quarry. This night was no different, and the quick and dirty masturbation sessions were almost routine by now.
Thankfully, she was still able to keep her senses well-honed even during the most intense bouts of relief, and she spotted the girl well before she caught scent of her. Heart racing, Tracie pulled her hand away from her throbbing sex as she watched the woman staggering down the street. Teetering on her high heels, and sporting a massive, jiggling chest, the giggling lady was just the clue she’d been looking for.
The Black Huntress rappelled down the wall towards the street, approaching her target with slow, stealthy movements. She needn’t have bothered, as the woman seemed infinitely more concerned with groping at her own tits than she was even the road in front of her, and Tracie could clearly see the trickle of juices sliding down her thighs. Besides that, none of her danger sense seemed to be triggering. In fact, the woman seemed almost… welcoming.
The overwhelming scent of perfume and lust was distracting to say the least. Tracie swayed in place, her nipples stiffening against her suit as she began to imagine how easy it would be to crawl over to the woman, giving everything up for a taste of perfection. It was as though her filters did nothing, and none of her discipline or training could keep her hand from slipping back down to her throbbing sex.
Still, while part of her gave into her increasingly insistent desires, she maintained enough of herself to reach for her utility belt as well. Her hand found the tiny capsule right as her fingers found her clit, and she threw it right before her knees gave out. Moaning like a whore, begging to be fucked and slowly crawling towards the busty woman with nothing but sex on her mind, she found herself completely confused by the little puff of smoke that came billowing out from the capsule.
Her fingers, which had been stroking her slit through the worn material of her costume, immediately plunged through the cloth with a loud tear. Her pussy made a humiliatingly loud squelch as she stuffed herself, causing her to cry out just as noisily. More windows lit up, and the muttering and cheering of the people below served as the perfect background noise for her debasement.
‘No, no, no Valerie! You can’t do this! Everyone can see you! Everyone can…’ Her thoughts trailed off under the onslaught of shameful lust pouring through her.
Slowly, without consciously meaning to, she began to float towards the voyeuristic cameraman who had first photographed her. Not once did her fingers cease their steady thrum; not even when she got close enough to see her viewer. It was a young man, stunned and red-faced, with one hand on his camera and the other on his cock.
Valkyrina eased down close, until her feet were settled on the cool stone of his window sill. Spreading her legs as far as her flexibility would allow, the oversexed woman peeled away the tatters of suit that covered her slit. Another flash of the camera soon followed, causing Valerie to moan louder, and the drip of juices from her sex to become all the more apparent.
Her eyes were locked on the man’s cock, while her free hand roughly tugged down the front of her suit. Her tits bounced free, massive and jiggling; prompting the man to gasp. Flash after flash flickered from the camera, chasing out what little remained of Valerie’s inhibitions.
‘Nothin’ to lose… Already too far… Stupid slut…’
The man took a reflexive step back as Valkyrina floated inside his window. Resting her soft, round ass on the sill, she slowly pulled her fingers from herself. Legs still wide in open invitation, the lust-addled heroine began sucking her digits clean. Wordlessly she begged him to take her; from her desperate eyes to her dribbling slit leaking down onto the carpet.
He took one last picture before he stepped forward, stopping only to set the camera down on a nearby table. Valerie noted, with no small amount of excitement, that the camera was set to record. The little red light shined at her, reminding her of the gravity of what she was doing.
‘I could still go… I could grab the camera. Grab all of them, even. Then, no one would know… No one would know what a slut I’ve become…’
Valerie cried out, loud and lustful, as the man entered her. The feeling of a cock inside her drove any thoughts of backing out from her mind. More than that, as she began to give in to her urges, something inside her began to change as well. Slowly, as she shook in shameful ecstasy, her other side grew more dominant.
She sank down onto the sill, her flight tapering off until she couldn’t keep herself up. Nearly falling back out of the window, she barely managed to pull her curvy body inside before her ability gave out entirely. Her and her lover tumbled to the floor, and while the man seemed stunned by the sudden turn of events, Valerie wasted no time.
Sliding down his body, she dragged her swollen tits along him until the two soft globes rested on either side of his erection. Cradling them in her shaking palms, she began milking his cock with her breasts. Each time the head of his member crested her cleavage, she leaned down to suckle on it; lapping his precum as if it were her favorite ice-cream.
Kink City Bimbos Bundles
(Heavy breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, some planned transformation and petplay in the future.)
"APPLYING STAT CHANGES, PLEASE WAIT…"
Robin reached up and held her head as the room began spinning a bit. Everything got fuzzier, and not in a visible way. It felt as though the bit of fluff in her mind had grown, making even normal thoughts difficult and slow.
"INTELLECT REDUCED. CHARISMA UPDATING…"
The confused girl wobbled a bit as her dress began filling out even more. Her already sizable breasts pushed out into massive globes just barely contained by the thin cloth. Her nipples stabbed out of the soft material, plainly visible and erect. Even her ass grew just a bit, pulling up the hemline of her dress inch by inch.
"Oh gosh! That like, feels so weird!" Robin exclaimed, before quickly covering her mouth with her perfectly manicured hands. That hadn't at all been what she wanted to say at all. Worse, she couldn't seem to get worried, angry or even annoyed at the fact that her words had been overwritten… she felt too… sweet.
Instead, Robin giggled as she poked at her ridiculous new tits, waiting cheerfully for the next exciting stat change to occur.
"CHARISMA INCREASED. LUST UPDATING…"
Robin fell to her knees in less than a second, her suddenly lust-slick thighs tight together as she was hit by what was easily the most intense orgasm of her life. For what seemed like an eternity she rocked in place there, moaning and crying out as her body burned with sheer arousal. Her hands, unable to touch her too-hot slit, instead groped at her jiggling breasts as her hips wriggled uncontrollably.
Drool hit the rendered wooden floor, adding to an already growing puddle of her juices. Again and again her climax slammed against her sanity, causing her already hazy mind to let go of itself completely. That's when the ARS kicked in.
The sweat-drenched young woman crawled on hands and knees onto the stage. She was panting like a bitch in heat, and she felt every bit the part as she sat down and spread her legs for everyone to see. The inn was packed with wireframes, but Robin didn't see them… not really. In her mind, they were her friends, her fans, her neighbors. Everyone had come to watch her cum.
Slowly, showing self-control she no longer actually had, the young woman ran one finger up and down against the inside of her thigh. Each lazy circle she drew brought her hand closer and closer to her dripping slit. She gasped at the contact, and despite the incredible desire still racing through her, she continued her show.
As her finger pressed inward between the swollen lips of her sex, her other hand had reached up to the strained cloth of the top of the dress. Roughly she tore it down, feeling her tits flop free and heavy from the sweat-soaked material. She didn't stop there, reaching up and tweaking a thick nipple, rolling it between her fingers as her other hand began rubbing her needy clit.
"LUST UPDATING… TRAIT UNLOCKED: EXHIBITIONISM"
She felt their eyes on her body as if they were soft fingers or eager tongues. Her back arched as she felt another orgasm building inside of her. Spreading her legs even farther, she drank in their gaze with her dribbling sex. No longer content to simply pinch and tug at her nipples, Robin pawed at her breasts in animal lust. Her motions were half pleasure and half display, as she paused periodically to bring a nipple up between her puffy, pursed lips.
It felt like she was going to lose her mind. Never before in her life had Mindy experienced such mind-blowing, toe-curling pleasure. It bolted through her like lightning, to the point where she didn't notice as the barbarian above her slipped the thick head of his member into her mouth. She sucked and slobbered on it eagerly, her lust filled body knowing just what to do.
"APPLYING STAT CHANGES, PLEASE WAIT…"
The words popped up in plain view, but Mindy either didn't see them or didn't care. As it was, she was more than content to slurp noisily away at the throbbing cock in her mouth. In fact, as the stat changes took effect, she was having more and more trouble thinking of anything other than the men using her body.
Even more than before, her character's eyes dimmed, and Mindy's mind dimmed with them. Thoughts of games, or her old life faded away as her brain became capable of only holding the barest bits of information. As the emptiness in Mindy's head grew, the trickle between her legs intensified.
"F… fuck Mindy! Mindy needs cock soooo fucking bad!" was all she could manage to say between her whorish deep throating of the man above her.
Thankfully, the others got the message, and Mindy soon felt the thick head of a stranger's cock begin to slide into her dribbling slit. Her eyes rolled back in her head, feeling very similar sensations coming from both her pussy and her mouth. A single, solitary thought flittered through her head, telling her that they were both fuckholes, of course they'd feel the same.
"INTELLECT REDUCED. CHARISMA UPDATING…"
The first thing that got April’s attention was actually the expression on the curvy blonde’s face. Mouth open slack, eyes dim and devoid of intellect… this was a woman who did all her thinking on her back, or on her knees. Normally this would be the kind of girl April liked to call out or shame, but now? Now the only thing April felt was a strange sense of envy mingled with the heat between her legs.
Her envy didn’t stop there though. The girl on the monitor had an absolutely monstrous pair of tits, to the point where it was hard to really notice much else on her. This was a woman who obviously defined herself by her massive breasts, little more than a walking, fuckable display.
Reaching up and palming her tiny, pathetic little teats, April suddenly realized why Sean had run off. Why would a man with a good, thick cock waste his time on a flat-chested, know it all bitch like her when he could just as easily find some eager bimbo to enjoy himself with?
Hoping it was just a fluke, April clicked off the image and began browsing through the folder it was from. The results just made her feel worse, as pic after pic of mindless, fat-titted sluts danced across the screen. After the fourth or fifth hundred image, April sank back in the chair, sighing in defeat.
“You know… seeing you like this, I think I’m going to give you a nice, easy event. Tell you what, you do this one for me, and I’ll make sure your prize is something you’ll just love!”
April looked up startled as Deedee’s barely covered breasts took up the screen. “W-what do you mean? Can you really make my tits all… you know, big like them?” She didn’t know how the program would accomplish it, but she figured it was worth a try. Just thinking of a heavy pair of eye-catching breasts on her little body was already making her flush...
Her nipples had begun to throb in the most distractingly pleasurable way, and she reached under her shirt to rub them while she waited for Deedee to deliver. The blonde on the screen just seemed to float there, watching Clara with a satisfied smile on her face as the teen began to lose herself to her own touch.
Clara couldn’t help herself. She really wanted to see the moment that Deedee showed her the biggest tits she’d ever seen, but the way her own breasts seemed to practically thrum with lustful energy was too compelling. It began with her nipples, and she pulled on them with long, firm strokes; milking them for pleasure. As the throbbing went deeper, growing in her small mounds, she began to grope herself instead.
Feeling strangely constricted, Clara tugged up her shirt quickly, arousal flooding her body as she realized Deedee could see her tits. With her thighs wide open, pants off and top pulled up, she was completely on display. She felt like a slut… like a sex object, and it made her dumb with lust.
Continuing to paw at her chest, Clara was too overwhelmed to notice that her formerly pathetic chest had begun to swell, bit by bit. It happened steadily, like air filling a balloon, with every inch added only causing them to be more sensitive than before. Soon her hands were no longer covering her breasts with her gropes and her fingers were practically sinking into her expanding titflesh.
Eyes fluttering, Clara either didn’t see or couldn’t process the way her chest doubled, and then tripled in size. Even when her tits had swelled to the size of Deedee’s she didn’t take notice, simply moaning along with the waves of sensation battering her conscious mind. It was only when the weight of them dragged her hands to her thighs that Clara realized something had changed.
Looking down, practically all she could see was her own tits dominating her view. Each was bigger than her own head by far, topped with nipples that were bright pink and almost maddeningly sensitive. She’d have thought they were fake somehow, especially with the way they seemed to push out from her body, impossibly round and buoyant. Still, the way each jiggle left her gasping with lust, coupled with the familiar spattering of freckles across the top of them led her to believe these were hers.
She was already having trouble processing it all, but when Deedee lit up the screen with a little video showing every second of her inflating breasts, she passed clean out, her hands still faintly groping at the bottoms of her new assets.
Georgia, sweat-soaked and stark naked, panted as she rode the pillow wedged between her legs. Each breath, each gyration was done perfectly in time to the thrumming beat coming from her laptop, the lights on the screen shifting and flashing as she fucked herself wildly. Between the sights and sounds, messages played in her head, spoken in the sweetest voice she could imagine.
You’re a slut… slave to your own lust. It feels good to give in… To crave cock…
She shuddered, and reached down to readjust the remote in her slit. She needed cock, and even her stupid, slutty pussy was beginning to realize her impromptu toy simply wasn’t it. It didn’t stop her from trying, however, and she’d been riding the thing non-stop since she yelled Desmond out of the room.
She’d hated that she pushed him away, and for the longest time she had just teased herself, waiting for him to come back and use her. Ass up, she’d kept herself on the edge of orgasm, drooling into her pillow as she waited for penetration that never came. Eventually, she’d began to wonder what she was doing, her mind regaining some semblance of clarity… at least until the music had started up again.
You don’t care about anything but sex… You’re too dumb to think of anything but sex…
Georgia moaned as she felt her mind begin to grow dull. One by one memories of her training, her dedication to her studies, all began to fizzle and fade, only to be replaced with a sort of blissful light-headedness. Before long, all that was left in her thoughts was hunger to be fucked and a lingering curiosity on how she could make her titties bigger.
You live to be a fuck toy… Your only wish is to be the perfect little bimbo…
Bouncing excitedly on the pillow, Georgia nodded along with the voice she heard. “Oh. Em. Gee! I totally do! I wanna be just the bestest bimbo in the world!”
You know what you need to do… Use the suit…
Georgia paused, her brow furrowing for a moment as she thoughtlessly sucked on one of her fingers. There was something she was supposed to remember… something about the suits doing something bad. Unfortunately, she was too dumb to think of what it was, so she asked the very smart voice for an answer.
“Hey, um… I don’t think I should use the suit, or something… but I don’t know why.”
The suit will give you big, fat titties… a round, fuckable ass… thick, dick-sucking lips… The suit will make you perfect…
That was all the woman needed to hear, and she clambered off the bed clumsily in her haste. She giggled when the sodden remote slipped from her sex, but she didn’t let it stop her. Groping her breasts in anticipation, Georgia steadily made her way to the two crates in the corner of the hotel room.
The box she had chosen came open easily, and she could feel her body thrum when she took in the sight of the rig inside. This… this would make her the perfect bimbo. She slid into the suit with surprising ease, her hands and mind both deftly navigating all the wires surrounding it. Georgia could still feel the lustful haze still firmly in her head, but it was as if this one thing was completely unaffected by it.
It didn’t concern her, and before long the setup process was completed. Laying back on the bed, Georgia slipped the visor onto her head and activated the system.
Mind Games Bundles
(Heavy genderbending/Futa themes, lots of transformations, humiliation, breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication. Think Obedience School, only that busty, airheaded cheerleader probably also sucks her own cock.)
Little droplets of drool fell onto her t-shirt, the witty slogan slowly coated in evidence of her dwindling IQ. Her nipples stood hard and erect against the cloth, poking out almost as blatantly as the massive wet spot growing on the front of her tan shorts.
When she finally reached Kendra's prone form, she reached out slowly. Her mind quailed somewhat at what she was doing, wanting to have nothing to do with that cum-slick rod in front of her. Unfortunately her mind was currently being held back by her own dribbling pussy.
Her fingers made contact, sliding along hot, sticky flesh. Eyelids fluttering, she was startled as her hand collided with Kendra's, and she hastily pulled back. She didn't know why, but as she moved her hand away she slipped her fingers into her mouth and tasted cum for the first time. Years of dedication to knowledge washed away in that one instant, as her intellect was washed away by the same flood that drenched her panties.
Lauren's flat chest tingled all the way to the tips of her puffy nipples. Briefly she fantasized about having tits big enough to wrap around Kendra's beautiful cock, not realizing her thoughts were less daydream and more prophecy. All the while, she unbuttoned her tight shorts and tugged both them and her sopping wet panties down.
Her hands were on her bare little slit in an instant, not caring at all that she was stuffing cum soaked fingers into her unprotected sex… she was far too horny to worry about anything now. Legs spread wide, still stroking mindlessly, Kendra didn't notice Lauren was there until she felt the girl's wet little pussy lips sliding up and down against her cock. She sat up just enough to peer over her jiggling tits and see who it was.
Lauren had climbed onto the bed and was on all fours, her back to Kendra as she moved her hips up and down. The young girl shivered each time Kendra's throbbing member pressed against her little clit or between her firm ass cheeks. She gasped as she felt the older girl sit up and grab her waist, pulling her up and pressing the hot pulsing head of a cock against her small wet hole.
Andy gasped, feeling a shiver of arousal go through his body. He leaned back against a nearby locker, running a small, feminine hand down over his smooth belly. His little cock twitched from the contact, and within moments he had reached down to stroke it. Simply touching the head of his member was more than enough to drop him to his knees.
"It's not a cock anymore…" He muttered in a cracking, soft voice, "It's my clit. It's my slutty little button, and it makes me… oh, god… it makes me so wet…"
Andy moaned as he ran his soft fingers in small circles over the tiny head of his member. With his other hand he dragged his t-shirt up, until his pert breasts were exposed to the warm air of the hall. Goosebumps ran along his entire body as he reached up and cupped one of his tingling mounds, loving how much bigger they felt now.
Streams of girly juices poured from his boyclit non-stop now, leaving a large wet patch on the front of his open jeans. Some of the lube had spread lower, tickling his puckered pink hole and filling his mind with hazy, slutty thoughts of how he thought a bimbo should act.
He was so into the act of pleasuring himself that he didn't notice Blake coming down the hall. Nor did he notice when Blake jumped just out of sight, if only to hide his immediate erection. Blake hadn't expected his friend to just be there fucking himself; nor did he expect it to be so… hot.
Andy's shaggy blond hair spilled around a sweet feminine face with gently plump, kissable lips. Sweat dripped from his brow down onto a pair of decently sized tits, firm and soft; one of which was being groped and fondled by Andy himself. His other hand, Blake could see, was firmly between his legs, underneath a pair of pink panties that were absolutely soaked.
Unable to stop himself, Blake unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it the second it was free. Seeing his best friend turned into a dirty, slutty teenaged girl had made him almost painfully hard. It was made worse because he knew the pill's effects weren't even halfway done.
Closing his eyes, he imagined what his friend would become. Blake imagined his friend's huge, jiggling tits pressed around his cock, the head of which was steadily being engulfed by thick, wet, dick sucking lips. Andy's eyes would be dim and devoid of all but the simplest thoughts as she mindlessly sucked him off, day after day.
There was a slutty little wiggle in her hips as she sauntered back to her room. Falling back on the bed, she opened up the picture of Hanna again, only this time Claire happily brought one hand down to her panty clad mound. Her clit tented the wet fabric in a way it never had before, and the sensations pounding from it were more than enough to have her writhing on her comforter.
Eyes closed, she stroked at the nub, which felt bigger with every touch. Thighs twitching, she groped at one of her jiggling tits and wrapped her fingers around her fat clit, eventually tugging on it. It was only when it had grown past her panties, and she could fit her entire hand around it that Claire realized something strange was going on, but by then she was already tensing in sweet, perverted release.
Mouth open, shirt up, and tits exposed, the previously prudish girl began to cum, spraying her sweet, teenage face with spurt after spurt of warm seed. The feeling, and more so the taste of it all, just drove the girl wild. Still fervently stroking her thick, throbbing erection, she quickly worked herself up to a second orgasm.
Happily she coated her growing tits in more of her dirty juices, loving the way the stuff stuck to her big, wobbling mounds. It was addicting, and even after the third, or even fourth moaning, grunting climax she couldn’t seem to muster the will to pull her hand away.
In fact, the more she came, the more she wanted it, needed it. Shamelessly she started licking up whatever didn’t land in her open, drooling mouth. It was difficult with how much her fat rack demanded attention, but the naughtiness of swallowing down her own cum was just too much to pass up for the newly minted slut.
Before long, her orgasms were starting to blend together. It had become difficult to think under the constant onslaught of overwhelming pleasure, and Claire didn’t even want to bother anyway. It felt too good to just let her mind drift away, and think only with the twin globes on her chest, or the long, pulsing rod between her legs.
Still, it was taking its toll on both her mind and altered body, and as she shook in the throes of another of her countless explosive orgasms, Claire passed out. Her body continued to change, and her hand continued to still pump away at her cock as if by instinct. For now though, her gradually dimming mind slept.
Standing quickly, Kira shucked off her shorts and underwear, her hand clenching around her panties as she sat back down. She wasn’t even really thinking at that point, only indulging some kind of primal instinct, which is why she wasn’t the slightest bit worried or hesitating as she pressed the damp cloth against her face and breathed in reverently.
She exhaled with a low moan, her other hand trailing down to rest above her throbbing clit. As her fingers made contact, she cried out loudly, but never taking her own soaked panties away for a second. Even as she began to rub it, slowly at first, she couldn’t help but take in that compelling aroma of girl; even going so far as to begin slowly lapping at it.
Under her eager fingertips, her clit tingled more so with every stroke. It felt strangely swollen, the previously tiny nub sticking out round and sensitive. Much like her panties, she couldn’t seem to pull herself away, or even muster the will to want to. Even were someone to walk in on her like that, she wouldn’t have been able to stop mindlessly toying with her enlarged clit.
Eyes flickering, she was lost in her daydreams. Gone were her usual muscular hunks and heroes, replaced by the single image of Natalie. Her friend was stripping down, making a show of bending down and contorting with every shred of cloth removed. Kira just sat by, leaning back and touching herself as she was in reality.
“I know what you need,” Natalie whispered in a playful tone. The brunette turned around, bending over one last time to peel her panties down off her toned ass. “Better… I know what your cock needs.”
In that moment, two things came sharply into view. The first was Natalie’s pussy, spread and glistening. The second was Kira’s cock, steadily being pumped by her own feminine hand, rigid and waiting to fill up the inviting slit in front of it. Confusion filled Kira’s oversexed mind, but it was quickly washed away by animal need as Natalie backed up to her friend. The moment the head of her cock slipped inside her friend’s lips, Kira felt herself rocked by an immediate and explosive orgasm like nothing she’d ever felt.
Stars swam around her vision as the climax shook her slender body. She could feel the spray of something hot and wet against her face, but with the intensity of what was burning through her, the sensation went largely unnoticed. It was only when things started to subside that she began to come back to some semblance of clarity, but even that was tenuous at best. Still, even as numbed as she was, she couldn’t help but notice the globs of white that were covering her chest, or the source.
Jutting out from between her legs, already hard once more, was a small, but apparently fully functional cock. In shock, Kira reached down and poked at it, feeling a sudden burst of pleasure just from the simple touch. Eyes rolling back in her head, the teen passed out in her chair, still coated with her own seed…
Rumor Mill Bundles
(Heavy focus on fertility, breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, with some age regression to teen.)
Little droplets of drool fell onto her t-shirt, the witty slogan slowly coated in evidence of her dwindling IQ. Her nipples stood hard and erect against the cloth, poking out almost as blatantly as the massive wet spot growing on the front of her tan shorts.
When she finally reached Kendra's prone form, she reached out slowly. Her mind quailed somewhat at what she was doing, wanting to have nothing to do with that cum-slick rod in front of her. Unfortunately her mind was currently being held back by her own dribbling pussy.
Her fingers made contact, sliding along hot, sticky flesh. Eyelids fluttering, she was startled as her hand collided with Kendra's, and she hastily pulled back. She didn't know why, but as she moved her hand away she slipped her fingers into her mouth and tasted cum for the first time. Years of dedication to knowledge washed away in that one instant, as her intellect was washed away by the same flood that drenched her panties.
Lauren's flat chest tingled all the way to the tips of her puffy nipples. Briefly she fantasized about having tits big enough to wrap around Kendra's beautiful cock, not realizing her thoughts were less daydream and more prophecy. All the while, she unbuttoned her tight shorts and tugged both them and her sopping wet panties down.
Her hands were on her bare little slit in an instant, not caring at all that she was stuffing cum soaked fingers into her unprotected sex… she was far too horny to worry about anything now. Legs spread wide, still stroking mindlessly, Kendra didn't notice Lauren was there until she felt the girl's wet little pussy lips sliding up and down against her cock. She sat up just enough to peer over her jiggling tits and see who it was.
Lauren had climbed onto the bed and was on all fours, her back to Kendra as she moved her hips up and down. The young girl shivered each time Kendra's throbbing member pressed against her little clit or between her firm ass cheeks. She gasped as she felt the older girl sit up and grab her waist, pulling her up and pressing the hot pulsing head of a cock against her small wet hole.
Instead of laughing, Denise found herself struggling to focus enough to finish the rental purchase and watch it, all the while rubbing her clit with zealous effort. It still wasn’t as good as it usually felt, but it was like there was a switch that got turned on inside of her, something primal, and she didn’t think she could stop.
Impatiently she watched the scene unfold, grumbling as the obvious twenty something girl tried half-assedly to act like she was jail bait. Even with how strange she was feeling, Denise still managed to chuckle to herself when she thought that, while the actress may not be a legitimate teen, she at least had the dumb part down to a tee. Between the bewildered expression on her face, and the way she fumbled even simple lines, Denise was amazed the girl had been able to read a script in the first place… and for some reason, she found that incredibly hot.
It wasn’t the girl who was arousing, although she certainly made up for her lack of intellect with a puffed up pair of professionally done tits that were hard not to stare at. It was the idea of this dim girl, bending over and taking it from a strong, intelligent man, about to get filled with his seed… knocked up….
Denise had began to pant audibly, her motions becoming less articulate and taking her thoughts with them. As the actress on the film began to be ‘seduced’ by her costar, the older woman had already started to become lost in her own fantasies.
Now she was the girl on the screen, dressed slutty and utterly naïve. She was showing off her underthings with every step, and while she didn’t fully realize it, her pussy did. It could feel the men staring, and it loved the attention; and when the first tall, masculine stranger came over and slipped his hand into the waistband of her little teenybopper panties her body reacted before her mind did.
He didn’t need to push her over, she immediately bent for him, pushing out her pert teenaged ass and giving it a cute little wiggle. Her lover cared little for foreplay, and shoved her flimsy panties down roughly enough to cause them to tear. Denise didn’t care, her pussy told her it was alright. As she felt the head of his cock against her slit, she quivered with need…
“But mister, I’m… I’m not on the pill!” came the actress’s voice from the TV, but Denise’s pliable mind just incorporated it easily. “I-I’m not on the pill, but… you can do it anyway…”
As the stranger entered her, she gasped in the fantasy. She could practically feel him inside her, pushing his way into her tight little slit, making her a real woman. Hazily she could feel the cool glass of the beer bottle slip inside her, and it was almost enough to shake her out of it, but the feeling of being fucked, combined with the dizzying clarity of her lustful delusions were too alluring to turn away from.
Eyes half-lidded, she registered just enough of the film to keep her hazy mind latched onto it. In and out she pushed the bottle, moaning and giggling along with the teen on the movie, only infinitely more sincere… In her mind, she truly was just another dumb, young girl with a wet and fertile little pussy, and the sensations she was feeling were hammering home that impression one twitch or shudder at a time.
“Honey, I’m having the weirdest fucking day ever. I, uh, I’ve been feeling strange and, I dunno, horny since this morning. I was so distracted I didn’t notice this gaping fucking hole in my pants, and while I was doing stretches, everyone got to see pretty much everything. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life… Please call me when you can, I really, really need you right now.”
Ending the call, Mia leaned back against the wall, feeling her rebellious pussy still throbbing at all the excitement. Her hand was halfway down her belly when her phone rang, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Theresa’s number.
“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you-“ she began, only to be cut off by her wife’s reply.
“What do you mean? Honey, I’ve had a really-“
“I said, show me. You know exactly what I mean.”
Mia was surprised at the oddly stern tone of Theresa’s voice. The normally timid woman seemed so forceful all of a sudden, and she didn’t know how to react. Her body knew, however, and she felt her knees go weak and her head begin to swim with the rush of arousal that went through her.
Still, Mia mustered her resolve. She was the assertive one, she was the one in charge, and there was no way she was going to let her sexy, confident wife push her around.
“Honey, I’m not going to-“
“Get down on your knees, spread your legs and show me, right now!”
Nearly dropping the phone, Mia fell to the floor as if her body had decided to obey before her mind could stop it. Fingers fumbling, she navigated to the phone’s camera with one hand, while her other worked to tear open her pants more for a better view. Then, blushing and almost painfully horny, with the slightest hint of tears in her eyes, Mia began to take picture after picture of her dripping wet pussy.
She sent them without a word, simply breathing heavily into the phone as she waited for Theresa’s reply.
“Good… Now touch yourself for me…”
Theresa sounded just as worked up as she was, which made it all the easier to reach down and do as she was told. Still, she couldn’t help pleading one last time.
“Go hard and fast, I want to hear it.”
Both commands were simple enough to obey, Mia found. Kneeling there on the cold tile, feeling both defeated and demeaned, the athletic girl began to stroke herself. She started out quiet, rubbing herself slowly at first, but that didn’t last. Between the sound of Theresa’s anticipation, and the echoes of her commands, Mia simply couldn’t contain herself. Little gasps kept creeping out, followed soon by needy, feminine moans. Soon she was crying out far louder than she ever had, bucking her hips on the scuffed floor as the puddle beneath her spread.
“Tell me what you’re doing… Be dirty…”
(Heavy breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, doll transformation and a little bit of petplay for good measure.)
Cindi Doll loves to be played with!" the doll responded, ever chipper. Cindy was even somewhat relieved by the lack of a new line; it made the doll just a bit less unsettling. Cindy tugged at the nipple again.
"Play with Cindi Doll, please?" Spoke to soon. Cindy pulled again.
"You really do want to play with Cindi Doll, don't you?" the doll replied in happy singsong. Something about toying with the little slutty thing had struck a nerve with Cindy, and she actually admitted to herself she was kind of… well, ready. There was no way she was going to do anything though. The "Absolutely No Masturbation" rule was for both of them, although Cindy was never really tempted by the whole idea. Still, she squirmed groggily in her chair as she tugged on the doll's nipple again.
"You love playing with Cindi Doll, always!" it tittered back at her. She tugged again.
"You love playing, Cindi Doll. Always!" Cindy shook her head a bit, that odd taste flooding her mouth again. This time when she touched the doll, there was a shock. And for some reason, that shock went straight to Cindy's chest, and stayed there.
Her body felt like it was on the sweetest, comfiest, fire, and Cindy struggled to pull up her shirt quickly. Her nipples tingled almost painfully, and she rubbed at them in a fever. As she mashed them against her meager chest, she heard the doll talking.
"Cindi Doll loves to be on display! Cindi Doll loves to play! Cindi Doll loves to play when she's on display!"
Exposing her tits only caused her body to shake with more urgent needs, and Cindy plunged her hand down her yoga pants and for the first time in her life, began to play with herself. With every stroke against her needy clit or every squeezing of a sensitive nipple, the doll would respond in its sing-song.
"Cindi Doll loves to be nothing but a plaything! Cindi Doll is a needy slut! Cindi Doll is nothing but a fucktoy! Cindi Dolls always have something cute to say when someone pushes their buttons!"
As Cindy heard that last phrase, she was overtaken by the first orgasm of her life. It was then she realized the doll had fallen to the floor some time ago. The voice she had been hearing was her own. The thought caused her second orgasm of her life, and she screamed out in both ecstasy and fear.
She propped up her feet on the edge of the desk, lifting her frilly pink skirt up to her waist. Thankfully, the warm weight of her tits held the skirt in place, leaving her hands free to touch how she wanted. She pulled the soft pink lace of her thong aside and toyed with her cunt with one hand as she controlled the doll with the other.
Bending over, spread eagle, in cute little dresses or tight little pants, Candi made the doll perform for her as she quickly got herself off just as she heard a knock at the door. Good timing! She thought to herself as she licked her fingers clean and tasted sweet cherries and plastic.
Opening the door, she bounded excitedly into Kyle's arms, practically bowling him over with her tits as she did so. Their lips met and Candi could feel electricity… finally, she was with her playmate. For his part, Kyle seemed out of it a bit, and he seemed to almost push Candi off of him. He looked around the apartment, taking in the brightly colored wallpaper and girly decorations.
His eyes came across a picture of him and Candi in each other's arms with his Cindi Doll behind them, and strange memories started to come back to him: memories of his girlfriend Cindy, and his sister Candace. All at once he completely shoved Candi back, looking at her in horror.
"No, Candace, this isn't right!!! Something's happened, I can't quite remember… It was something big, some kind of mistake… I don't… " He tried to explain, as the oversexed bimbo pressed against him once more. Her small hands ran across the bulge in his jeans, and she smiled.
"Mmm… yeah, this isn't right at all," she purred, as she unbuttoned his pants. "You're still wearing these."
"No! I mean… you're not my girlfriend… you're my… you're my…" He started to stammer as soon as he felt her hand begin sliding up and down his cock. Her lips practically glistened as she stared at it reverently.
"You're right, honey. I'm not your girlfriend… I'm your doll," she muttered as she slid the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue sliding around his length as she pulled him inside of her. He let out a long groan and fell back against the door jam, still within view of the hall outside of Candi's apartment. Neither person cared.
Some time later they both snuggled on the couch, Candi's tits out and being played with by both her and Kyle. She loved being played with. Kyle, now that he had spent himself in the ever welcoming mouth of his slutty girlfriend, seemed to be more than happy with the situation as well. Still, tonight was their date night, and they both got up shortly after, with Candi almost walking out of the apartment with her chest still exposed.
"You're forgetting a few things, Candi." Kyle said with a smile, reaching out and teasing one of Candi's thick, sensitive nipples between his fingers. Candi closed her eyes and began to pant slightly, waiting to be used.
"Oh… Oh, yeah?" She barely got out as she strained her back trying to push her tits out even more for him.
"First off, " he said with a smirk, "these are mine, and mine alone." He quickly stretched down the thin shirt over her fat tits. She giggled as the cloth tickled her skin. She held her hands behind herself, knees together and coquettish, and looked up at him adoringly.
"What else did I forget?" she asked sweetly, pressing up against him.
He held her close, leaned in and nibbled slightly at her ear. She could feel his cock pressing against the cheap fabric of her flimsy skirt and she wanted nothing more than to have him tear it off of her. His breath was hot against her as he spoke.
"You forgot your doll."
Neither girl felt any want to stop him, or object in any way. Quite the opposite, they loved every minute of it. A massive part of who they were now knew that they were meant to be used this way, and as they felt a new pair of hands exploring their altered bodies, any attempts at rational thoughts were drowned out by their permanent, synthetic lust.
Candi had the worst of it. Stuck on all fours, her round inflated tits nearly dragged on the pavement as they had walked. A bright pink tail wagged above her two holes, both of which dripped perpetually with candy-flavored lube. Each of her arms and legs ended in pink furred paws, too fluffy and inarticulate for any task more complicated than rubbing her heat filled slit.
Her mouth hung open and her tongue flopped out constantly, and with the dim look in her eyes, she seemed more pet than person. Cindi was not much better, however. Her mouth caught in a permanent 'O' shape, she had trouble speaking normally. Still, any time someone touched any of her many erogenous zones, she found herself squeaking out one of her many doll sayings.
Her body matched her words. Her skin was soft and pristine, but it looked almost artificial, as if she were made of plastic. Her breasts further reinforced the image, sticking out unnaturally from her perfect body, her nipples stiff but supple. The man they had met was currently tugging on them, and Cindi couldn't stop her mouth from responding.
"Cindi Dolls love being played with! Cindi Dolls have perfect fucktoy titties!" she chirped, leaning into the man's fondling hands.
Down below, Candi was slobbering away at his pants, trying desperately to tug them off. She didn't succeed, but when the man reached down to feel what was happening, his hand landed on Candi's head. A few seconds later he was petting around her pink floppy ears while she was rubbing her clit in sheer animal lust.
Other people walked past them on the sidewalk, not even sparing them a second glance. Something about the magic that changed them made people simply unable to perceive the girls unless they were about to be used. As it was, they didn't even care if they were seen… once the possibility of being fucked presented itself, they lost all sense of shame and shyness, and even humanity.
Candi sat back on her haunches, still fucking herself as the man pushed her away a moment. Roughly he pulled Cindi in front of him, bending her over at the waist and slipping two fingers into her dribbling slit.
"Cindi Dolls love to be posed! Fuck your Cindi Doll in whatever position you want!"
"Oh, girly, I intend to. As for you, puppy… I want you to make this doll squirm,"
Candi gave a cute bark before crawling over underneath her friend. Leaning up, she began lapping at one of Cindi's rubbery nipples, all the while continuing to stroke at her own hungry sex.
"Cindi Dolls just love to fuck!" Again and again Cindi said her phrases in mindlessly happy sing-song.
Bubblegum & Plastic Bundles
(Heavy transformation focus with intellect loss and bimbofication themes. May be odd, but fun. Fair warning.)
Alice woke up with her mind still hazy, and her body still tingling. Propping herself up onto her knees, her eyes drifted over to the Easter basket. She had no idea where it came from, and she had a surprisingly difficult time trying to focus on anything other than the bright foil wrappers and cheap faux grass that filled it.
Eventually she was able to tear her eyes away, but not before one of her hands shot out and snatched up one of the candies: a foil-covered chocolate egg. Within seconds she had ripped up the wrapper before staring at the treat with an almost manic attention. It was nothing more than cheap, mass produced chocolate, but there was something about it that seemed almost… magical.
She brought it to her lips slowly, shuddering slightly as the candy melted against her warm lips. As she held it there, her other hand reached up on its own to slide along her belly, dragging her shirt up slowly. Then the first bit of chocolate touched her tongue.
Electricity buzzed through her body, collecting in a pleasant bundle directly between her legs. It spread out once more from there, almost stroking her sensitive skin as she continued nibbling at the treat. Her eyes fluttered and her nose twitched as she popped the rest of the piece into her mouth and felt it dissolve into pure arousal.
Her roaming hand, not content to simply slide along her silky flesh, dipped down under the waistband of her business skirt and panties. Her fingers danced over the soft fur of her mound, almost teasing herself while she reached for another piece of candy.
Unwilling or unable to pull her other hand away, Alice was forced to tear the wrapper open with her teeth this time, but in the near trance that had overtaken her, she hardly noticed. This time as the sweet flavor hit her and her body rocked with need, her fingers were there to begin stroking.
She sat there, braced against the door rubbing frantically at her increasingly wet slit for what seemed like hours. Piece after irresistible piece of candy slipped into her mouth, each sweet treat sending another echo of insane lust out into her shaking body.
Eventually the basket emptied, and she pawed through the green plastic grass with distress. Her hand still stroked at her dribbling pussy, but without the sweet taste on her tongue, she felt as though she had hit a wall. Her need still increased, burning through her like wildfire, but she had no release. Frantically she tipped the basket, even going so far as to pull her hand out from between her legs to better search through the wreckage.
The heat inside her was driving her insane, to the point where she began bringing handfuls of the grass up to her wiggling nose, just to catch the scent of the long gone candy. It was in one of these handfuls that she smelled something sweet…
Slowly, experimentally she dropped the handful of Easter grass and brought her hand up to her nose, taking a deep sniff. The scent of candy filled her up and quenched some of the fire inside her, enough so that she didn't think twice about stuffing her sweet-smelling fingers into her mouth and licking them clean.
The taste was exactly what she needed, and she flopped back against the door in relief. As she suckled, her other hand went once more down between her legs, rubbing hard against her sensitive clit as she savored the flavor. As the last remnants were lapped off, she felt the need rise in her once more, and her sluggish mind struggled to figure out where the taste had come from.
Her body joined the search, but as her hand rose once more from between her sex-slick thighs, she had a revelation. Without a second thought, she tore her skirt and panties down, kicking them off to the side. Her bare ass hit the linoleum floor with a smack as she rushed to get more delicious treat taste into her mouth.
A little part of her seemed to fight for clarity, resisting what she was about to do, but it got no traction. She could smell it, sweet and seductive... her own taste. Both hands reached down between her open legs. Each took turns rubbing and slipping inside before going straight to her open, wanting mouth.
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.
(Heavy transformation focus, breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, petplay/dog tf, some genderswap)
“What are you?" He yelled down at Bethany, who was zealously slamming her sex back against his fingers.
"I'm… your maid, your servant… your dirty slut… I'm a filthy whore that only deserves to be used and discarded…. Mmmm.. I'm your fucktoy, master…." She spoke out as much as she could in between spankings, staring with obvious envy at the master's wife. As her body started to reach climax, she felt him pull his hand away. She dared not pout in front of him, but nonetheless her heart fell.
Then, she felt those fingers being replaced by her master's cock. She couldn't believe it was possible, there was no way she was worthy. Tense, she waited with her eyes closed like lovers waiting for a kiss. He slid his cock along her lips, coating it in her ample juices and feeling her quiver beneath him.
Then she understood. Of course she didn't deserve his cock in her pussy… but a dirty little slut like her had a more degrading hole to use. She had guessed right, and soon she felt the throbbing warm head of his cock against her asshole. Her own juices provided the lube as the tip slid in, and she felt her stomach twitch from both the pleasure and the pain.
As he pushed his entire length inside of her, she moaned uncontrollably. A thin line of drool had even fallen out of her mouth to join her other puddle, and she had never felt so blessedly full. He grabbed her jiggling abused cheeks as he started sliding in and out of her, and she had to hold onto her headband with one hand and her wobbling tits with the other just to keep from falling over.
Relentlessly he used her, and Bethany was all the more grateful for it. This was her purpose, this was what she loved. Even as her climax grew she held it off, biting her lip and holding in her need. She didn't deserve to cum, and certainly not before her master.
Again he slapped her, and she could feel his cock tense up inside of her. As he filled her ass with cum, she reached back and grabbed his legs, trying desperately to pull him further and harder inside of her.
Josh gave out a long groan of relief as he poured into her and when he was done, he grabbed the sticky feather duster out of her hands. Quickly he pulled out, and shoved the item in, sealing his seed inside her.
"Since you like being so dirty, and since I still need you to clean up this place… I've decided to help you out. You can clean like this, your little fuckhole filled with my approval as you rub your ass on the dirty walls." As he spoke he walked around her, until she could smell his cock in front of her face. "Now clean me up. We wouldn't want any of your disgusting mess near my wife, would we?"
She shook her head "no" as best she could with a mouth full of slick cock. The taste of herself mingled with his cum was intoxicating, and she could feel her ass clamp down on her duster in response. She felt nothing but honored.
When he was clean, he pulled out and shooed her away. He had helped the giggling Sophia to her feet, and as Bethany had started mincing away with a bunch of dirty feathers sticking out from between her cheeks, he spoke one last time to her.
"I expect this place to be spotless by morning, or there will be consequences. Also, don't forget to bring your dog in. She's probably a mess by now."
The waves of pleasure flowing through her body seemed to center once more on her little mounds, and she felt her brain filling with base animal urges. Finishing her plate, she leaned back and stuffed both of her hands down the front of her shorts. Roughly she began to fuck herself in front of Josh, her whole self being taken up by the feeling of his hands on her tits.
Tugging gently, he felt the sensitive flesh grow and lengthen, and her breasts slowly bulged outward with every pull. Soon they sagged, heavy with milk as he stroked at her long teats. Feeling his hands squeeze down firmly on one, Casey tipped her head back and waited for the pleasure that would hit her as soon as the first stream was released. Instead, he waited.
"What is it that you want, Casey?" He looked down at her as he spoke, his thumb running lazy circles over the tip of her nipple.
"Please… please, play with my tits… Make me yours…" she practically begged. As such, she nearly cried when he pulled his hands away and made to walk off.
"No! Please! Milk this dumb cow! Empty my udders and use me in any way you want!" She tried walking to him, but the unfamiliar weight of her breasts pulled her down to the floor. Undeterred, she stripped as quickly as she could and crawled after him, her dribbling nipples leaving white streaks on the dark, hard wood.
He turned and smiled at the teen, and she eagerly wiggled her firm little ass at him as he stepped around behind her.
"Milking comes last. It's a treat, but only if you're a good little cow," he said as he slipped off his pants and knelt behind her. She quickly pressed her wet lips against his cock, moving side to side to tempt him to take her.
"Please… fuck your animal… Take this stupid little cow as hard as you want…" As she spoke, he slid inside her, and she felt her whole body quiver in response.
The man was Seth, one of her old lab partners; A mediocre mind who had rapidly outgrown his usefulness. Now though, he seemed so much smarter, more handsome, more competent. She was kicking herself internally for casting out such a gorgeous hunk of man, wishing instead that she’d kept him around; bending over for him, throwing aside her notes as he took her over one of her lab benches…
Rose let out a giggle, the naughty little tingles had grown so much stronger, and she briefly wondered why. She hadn’t realized it was because she had pulled up her tiny little skirt, tugged her cheap thong aside and was now shamelessly stroking her prominent clit… It seemed like too natural an act to really bear thinking about anymore.
“I never knew you were such a slut, Rose,” Seth whispered across the aisle. A few other students looked over at the sound, and when they saw Rose’s bare slit, they began to stare openly.
Being watched by potential mates, and being seen for the dirty whore she’d always wanted to be was enough to drive her over the edge. As the climax built, she groped at her fat tits, tearing away her flimsy, useless shirt to expose herself to everyone. Her other hand plunged two, then three fingers into her sopping wet pussy, her juices dripping and squirting onto her chair and the floor. All the while, she had begun moaning uncontrollably, loudly showing the entire class that she was open for any one of them to take her, to use her.
Cameras flickered and flashed as she came in front of her audience, but she hardly cared. Her whole world was her throbbing fuck holes, and the sight of Seth standing up and dropping his pants. As his cock sprang free, the heat in Rose’s body only increased, and she found herself sliding out of her chair. Rolling over, her bare tits rested in a musky pool of her own juices as she pushed her ass up and out for the man and his glorious cock.
People had begun to shout, several in disgust over the blatant act taking place in front of them. The professor had long since given up trying to hold order and had gone from the room in search of higher, better equipped authority… or so he said. Instead, he had made a beeline for the nearest restroom with several candidly shot pictures of Rose’s whorish acts.
Neither Seth nor Rose noticed the crowds though. She was happily awaiting the fulfilling feeling of being used like the fat-titted fucktoy she was, and he was more than pleased to oblige. For Seth, it was more than simply lust… Rose had spent an inordinate amount of time berating him when they worked together, and when she ejected him from the lab, she had spent over an hour making sure he knew just how inferior he was to her…
Now though, seeing the haughty girl bent over, her pussy dripping and eager… Finally, he would get some vindication. He approached slowly, almost reverently savoring each moment. Pressing the head of his cock against her glistening lips, he toyed with her. Up and down, just inside of her twitching, needy hole he ran his shaft, loving the way she tried to push herself back against him. It wasn’t her pussy he was after, though...
The tape flashed out a moment, the pause giving Tiffany a chance to adjust her soaked shorts. As her fingers reached the twin mounds her puffy lips had made, she couldn’t resist slowly sliding a single digit down between them. The sensation that bubbled up from between her legs was mind-blowing, and she couldn’t stifle her moan fast enough. Quickly pulling her hands away, she glanced over at Christi to see if the woman heard, but the bimbo was very preoccupied with her own enjoyment to notice.
While Tiffany cringed, and also tried to talk herself into touching herself again, the video flickered back on. This time, Christine was wearing significantly less clothing than before. She was still wearing her lab coat, but underneath it was a tank top, and tight pair of bike shorts that were almost identical to Tiffany’s.
“The second use of the machine was designed to help promote arousal in the subject…. And I have to say, I am so fucking horny right now. Earlier today, I cornered my gardener and rode his cock for the better part of an hour, and it felt fantastic. I came roughly three times more than he did, which I think may have frightened him a bit. I don’t know if he’ll be back or not, but after I sucked off a random jogger, gave a hand job to the delivery man, and licked the pussy of my next door neighbor, I don’t think I’ll be lacking for eager partners.”
Christine shuddered a moment, and Tiffany could tell it took all the woman had not to fuck herself right then and there. The teen knew the feeling all too well, only she was struggling from the other end of the spectrum.
“Like the first dose of the machine, the effect and efficiency of changes brought on by the second dose are based on how the subject reacts. An example… Earlier this morning, the thought of kissing, much less performing cunnilingus on another woman was an incredibly unappealing thought. After a long bout of really intense masturbation, coupled with a few random sexual encounters, I’ve become significantly more flexible in my carnal interests. I believe that within a very short amount of time, I should be bereft of limits in what my body and mind are willing to do for sexual gratification.”
Christine gave in to her urges, shoving a hand down the front of her elastic shorts with a grunt of nearly animal need. As she began fucking herself, her other hand raised with a very familiar remote control in it, and within moments the screen went dark again.
Having steadily rubbed her thighs together for the entire last segment, Tiffany’s nubile body ached for release. She had snuck one hand behind her, and was groping at her pert ass, her mind growing hazy from sheer need. By the time the video started again, she was quietly rubbing her clit through her shorts once more, her eyes flicking rapidly between the video, and Christi’s panting, half nude form.
“The gardener came back,” said Christine triumphantly. “And believe me, the fucking stud was glad he did. I mean, look at these fucking tits!”
Topless, and apparently happily so, the newly curvy Christine cradled the second biggest pair of tits Tiffany had ever seen in her young life, with the grand prize winner barely standing nearby. The sight of real, visible proof that even a girl as flat chested as Christine had been could become so busty was too much for the teen. Without a shred of apprehension, she shoved her hand down her shorts and stroked her hot little pussy, her mind overcome with the idea that her fantasy could actually be fulfilled.
Once out of the door, she found the arousal too much to bear, and she ran around the corner of the building. Tearing off the frustrating bra, she slid her plump breasts out from under the shirt, feeling their weight pulling on her pleasantly. Her shorts quickly followed suit, and she shivered at the cool air that ran along her firm ass as she stuck it out invitingly.
Nikki could still feel everyone's eyes on her as she ran her fingers quickly against her throbbing clit. Bent over fully, she smiled at the first set of students that walked by and noticed her.
"Holy shit, look at that chick over there, what a slut!"
"Fuck, man, get your camera going!"
Nikki shivered happily as she felt herself being recorded, and even the comments coming the people that were starting to amass sounded more and more like the chat log on her show. As such, she found her ditzy mind switching directly into her full-on showoff mode.
"Hey everyone! Nikki is trying like, really hard to get bigger boobies, and you guys can help me! If you want Nikki's tits to get REALLY huge, I need money. Getting money for showing off also turns Nikki into like, a total slut, too!"
As she tittered on, she made sure to show off her assets to the people watching her. She had to keep brushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes as she moved, and the weight on her chest seemed to increase as the first few dollars came flying toward her. Turning around and leaning back against the smooth wall, she slid down onto her ass.
Legs spread and pussy fully exposed, Nikki rubbed her pussy shamelessly. Cameras rolling, she writhed on the ground in the alleyway as crumpled bills fell onto her. Men and women both were gathered around, and Nikki felt a strong flush as she realized she wasn't the only one getting herself off.
"Ohhhh god, yes… Look at Nikki… Watch your whore…"
As the first spurt of cum hit her body, Nikki was already in the throes of her own orgasm. Each drop felt just like a little tip-chime and she had to stop herself from crawling after the ones that missed her exposed skin. Moaning, she watched dimly as man after man lined up and sprayed down at her.
Even a pair of cute lesbian girls got involved, and Nikki felt a flush of jealousy as several of the cameras turn on the two of them as they made out over her prone body. As they both began shaking and she felt the dripping of their arousal on her she found she was too lost in the sensation to care.
Coated and dirty, Nikki panted in exhaustion as the crowd dissipated. People tried to markedly avoid each other's gaze as they stepped back from the messy bimbo as she started to gather up the crumpled money around her.
All told, she had made about thirty-two dollars, and her body hummed with pleasure as she realized finally what she was worth. Her shirt no longer stretched over her large tits, and she giggled as she stepped out of the alley with them still exposed. Streaks of cum still dribbled off of the sides of the prominent, jiggling breasts and Nikki just loved the looks she got on the way home.
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…
Annie made her way to the bathroom, starting to get a bit tired after the drive and the gorging. As soon as she stepped in the bathroom though, she had other things on her mind. She didn't know quite what the smell was… Part of it smelled like Monica's perfume from before, but it was mixed with something else, something deeper.
It was like the exact scent of the first time she let Sam Franco put his hand down her pants, or the precise aroma of how she felt when she saw her first naked cock… Pure intoxication.
The images swirled in her head, and she found her little black thong suddenly feeling wetly, noticeably there as it slid between the lips of her pussy. She started sniffing her way around the room as one hand pulled at one of her little nipples. Both out of the pleasure of her pinching fingers and to help to find the scent better, she closed her eyes, and the visions of sex and arousal became infinitely more complex and unrestrained.
Daydreams of her friends being fucked as she watched mixed with scenes of her offering herself to anyone and anything that would take her. Her body twitched and tingled as she fell to her hands and knees, and scent flooding her senses. Eyes still closed, she moaned as her face touched the source. Still slightly warm, she rubbed her face lovingly against the wet fabric before resting it there and raising her ass up in the air.
Reaching back, she slipped off her jeans and pulled the thin fabric of her thong to the side. Not moments later she had shoved two fingers inside herself, while her other hand worked at her exposed and sensitive clit. Her body shuddered as each push only served to mash her face harder against that perfect, primal scent even more.
Her eyes opened as she felt her stomach twitch with the familiar growing pleasure of climax.
Immediately she recognized that she had been burying her nose against the wet crotch of Monica's panties, and for a moment she actually tried to stop herself. It was too late, however, and as wave after wave of mind numbing lust washed over her, Annie felt her tongue slip out of her mouth.
Heaven hit her taste buds and her body rocked with need. Moans became whimpers as the sensations thundering inside her became almost too much to bear. Greedily she lapped at the juices that had soaked the panties, and her fingers matched her tongue's frantic pace. Her orgasm showed no sign of stopping, and she felt like she was going insane from the fire raging inside of her.
After an eternity she felt it subside, and it took with it all her remaining energy. Shivering, shuddering, she laid on the bathroom floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Her tongue still licked slowly at the delicious taste, and her mind was wrapped in a dizzying haze.
She had been bending over at the time, turning slightly when she noticed her reflection behind her. Her skirt had ridden up well above what was polite, and the bright pink of her thong was peeking out between the soft cheeks of her ass. The tiny strip of cloth was drenched, and little drops of her juices trickled down a pair of surprisingly curvy thighs.
Brianna paused a moment, the sheer blouse she was picking up falling from her hand as she reached back. Slowly she dragged her hands up the back of her legs, feeling the soft, supple flesh of her young body almost worshipfully. She imagined how she must have looked climbing up the stairs to the house, her ass on clear display perched above a wet and fuckable sex.
The dark patch on her panties grew as the pink cloud in her head was pierced by thoughts of people looking at her, lusting after her, using her. Brianna's knees knocked together as she instinctually bent over more, thrusting out her prominent ass. As the scent of her own sopping slit filled the air, it mixed seamlessly with the aroma of sex that permeated the house, as well as the candy-sweet of the drink's remnants on her body.
"Holy shit… I never realized I was so… so fucking sexy!" Brianna cried out, one hand now slowly squeezing one firm buttock while the other ran slowly along the edge of her panties.
She was panting slightly as a finger gently slipped inside, teasing the borders of her puffy lips. The brief sight of her own pussy caused Brianna to gasp, and her tentative finger flicked accidentally across the tiny bud of her clit.
The shock of the touch caused the panting girl to hit the floor with a moan. To steady herself, Brianna pulled her hands away from her pleasantly aching lower half. In that short interim, she managed to get control of her over-sexed mind, if only slightly.
The young woman looked around confused, and a little ashamed. Her hazy mind had no problems with fucking herself right there on the spot, but she was a Halford Maid first, and that meant she had a job to do.
Very carefully she picked herself up off the floor. Despite the burning heat in her body, and the warm trickle that still spilled down her soft thighs, Brianna managed to keep from touching herself again. Still, as she cleaned up, she couldn't help but keep peeking at her pert ass in the mirror, or her swollen lips pressed against the wet cloth of her thong as she bent over low.
As it was, the tingles were becoming maddening by the time she reached the bedroom. The scent of sex filled the small space, and Brianna was practically moaning as she minced through the room.
The bed was a mess, as usual. Even a task as simple as turning down the covers was difficult for Brianna in the state she was in. Her breasts seemed to almost strain against her top as she reached over the plush mattress, and for some reason her balance seemed off. As she tried to smooth out a few of the wrinkles, she quickly found herself face and tits down on the comfy bed, her stiff nipples mashing into the fluff.
The sensation that poured from them was unexpected and incredibly strong, knocking her legs out from under her completely and putting all her weight on upper torso and her throbbing breasts.
She didn't try to resist this time… she couldn't seem to muster anything close to a complete thought, let alone a good enough argument to somehow fight off the need to fuck that suffused her now.
Drool dribbled from her lips as she reached back and pulled up her tiny skirt. The warm air on her ass made her gasp, and it only worsened as she tugged down her sopping panties. Before the cloth could even hit the floor Brianna's hands were working her slit, her body writhing about as she did so.
Her movements managed to pull the top of her uniform down, and even in the haze she found herself in, Brianna felt relieved. For some reason her foggy mind couldn't comprehend, or even seem to bother worrying about, her tits had felt almost painfully packed into the tight cloth. Feeling her jiggling globes spill free caused the girl to sigh happily, a dim, sexy smile on her face.
It felt like lightning and tingles and every sidelong glance at every decent looking servant all rolled into one. Suddenly, simply pressing the rough fabric against her pussy from the outside wasn't enough, and she furtively slipped one hand down along her belly and in between her legs. The feeling of her own rampant juices mingling with the spilled soup and beer, along with a healthy dose of shame was enough to get her hips wiggling in her seat.
As she touched herself, she watched as the girl lifted up the cloth of her dress and saw the girl wasn't wearing any underclothes. Selene's hand worked faster, stroking her clit with abandon as the man undid the leather tie on his breeches, and his thick cock sprang forth.
She had to stifle a moan, so she knocked back another long drink of beer and shivered as she felt the cold drink spill over her body. The chill of the liquid was in harsh contrast to the warmth that had blossomed in her body, both from the alcohol and her own fingers toying with herself, and she felt her head begin to spin a bit.
Selene slipped one pristine finger into her dripping sex as the wench lowered herself down on the man's cock, thankful that years of horseback riding had made her good and ready. The princess stared raptly at the coin glinting slightly between the woman's tits as she bounced up and down. As she watched the scene, she thought she was starting to understand what the serving girl's meant by 'selling their body'.
The image of those well-mannered girls being taken like this, their hands grasping at cheap coins as their whole body became nothing more than a thing of pleasure, an item to be bought and sold… it was driving Selene insane. Worse, the serving girls were being quickly replaced by Selene herself.
She imagined her legs spread as she rode one shaded figure after the next, grasping gratefully at mere coppers as they fucked her senseless on the dirty tavern floor. The fantasy was so strong, so compelling that she could almost feel their hands on her, their cocks inside her. She cried out, both in fantasy and in the real world, as her first orgasm began to build.
Hand working fast at her messy pussy, the princess arced her back. Toes curling, sticky thighs squeezing around an arm now burning from exertion, she panted and moaned as her body and mind went into overload.
Her other hand reached up and began mashing at one of her perky breasts as she shook and cried out. She didn't care who saw… in fact, she wanted people to see. Wanted all these vulgar, muscular men to see that she was no better than that cheap wench, getting fucked in front of everyone for a pittance of silver.
Of course, that same display was exactly what kept the rest of the patrons from noticing or caring what Selene was doing, but her lust addled mind imagined everyone's eyes on her. Still, as the climax began to fade into a warm glow and Selene's hands fell to the chair around her, she couldn't help but feel a deep pit of disgust at herself.
This wasn't how a princess acted, she told herself as she tried to quickly and carefully finish her meal. It suddenly hit her how risky and stupid her actions had been, and she was quickly reaching panic levels of anxiety as she imagined getting caught and having to explain herself to her father.
As she drank the last of the now cold soup, she could smell her juices still on her fingers, and she could still clearly see the wench and the man noisily fucking not far away. As the heat in her body grew again, it muffled the cautioning voices in her head with promises of fun under the covers when she got back to the castle.
Come and play… Karina staggered out from her room, bleary eyed and tired. Despite the malaise brought on by her sudden waking, she knew somehow that what she heard wasn't a dream. Still, as she wandered into her living room to investigate, she saw nothing out of place.
Grumbling, she turned around and made to go back to her bed when she saw something, no someone out of the corner of her eye. Alarm making her suddenly extremely awake, she turned quickly to confront the intruder, only to come face to face with her own reflection.
Even in the meager light of her desk lamp, she could see she looked like exhausted hell. Still, as she peered longer into the mirror, she thought she saw her reflection shift a bit. Maybe it was the curve of the glass, the poor lighting or even just the trick of a tired mind, but it looked almost as if her body was just a little bit sexier.
Underneath the t-shirt she wore to bed, her reflection's breasts seemed to push out so much more than her own. Yawning, but amused, Karina reached her hands up and gave them a squeeze… and noted with no small amount of surprise how turned on she was.
There was something about the woman in the mirror, just different enough from herself that seemed to convince her mind that it was another person entirely. While it was true she got off on showing off her body, Karina had never had a reaction like that for another woman before, let alone her own reflection. Still, it didn't stop her from locking eyes on the well-endowed young lady in the glass.
It was strange… the longer she stood there, rapt in her own reflection, the more appealing the other woman became. She stood, relaxed and sensuous where as Karina was slouched and worn out. Her eyes twinkled playfully, if a little on the dim side.
As Karina watched, the glass shimmered strangely, and it almost seemed as though her reflection had moved on her own. She reached up with one hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, while her other continued to grope lightly at her breast. Everything felt so odd… almost as if she was still dreaming…
"That's it…" she mumbled groggily, as the mirror shifted in front of her," I'm just… I'm just dreaming…"
The moment she said it, everything seemed to go fuzzy. It didn't bother her though… she was dreaming, and nothing bad could happen to her in a dream. Karina watched with a dopey grin as the girl in the mirror began to move.
It started with a smile on her increasingly thick pink lips. It was a smile that promised endless pleasure and utter obedience. Then, the reflection began to run her hands across her chest, and Karina saw that the woman's breasts were starting to grow more so. Before long, what began as a slightly oversized t-shirt became a belly-baring, barely adequate impromptu bra.
The image's touches became less exploratory and more obscene as her tits ballooned outward. With a flick, her shirt snapped up above the growing mounds, giving Karina a view of the biggest, most firm pair of breasts she had ever seen. In her hazy state, she couldn't manage to blink, let alone look away: the longer she stared, the more the need in her body, and the fog in her mind, grew.
She was on her knees, her legs parted and her shaved pussy exposed for all to see. Her hands were on her chest, pulling up and presenting her fat tits rather than covering them. Mouth open, her drool slick lips just begging to be wrapped around something thick and hard, Sasha’s whole self was made to be fucked… But it wasn’t enough.
Mustering her power, she pushed it through her entire body, altering and expanding everything to lustful perfection. Her ass pushed out and grew round, sitting warmly on her long, smooth legs. Her lips puffed up even more so, becoming pillowy and plump, and oh so sensitive. Then came her tits… inch by delicious inch they blossomed from her body, growing larger than her head and showing no signs of stopping.
Even as the weight of them overwhelmed her, she kept expanding them, loving the way her own power was making her into the perfect slut. Falling to her hands and knees, the quivering mounds of titflesh slapped against the floor, her nipples stinging from the contact before tingling madly with pleasure.
She could feel him approach, his strength and his lust as he took in the sight of her youthful, altered body. Sasha could tell he didn’t see her as a student anymore, or even a person… she was a body to be used, holes to be fucked, and the thought made her dumb little slit squirt with unrestrained arousal.
The moment his hands landed on her, sliding along her hips and across her perfect, jiggling ass, she cried out. Even that simple caress was enough to make her oversexed self become overwhelmed, and by the time his fingers glanced along her pussy, she was shaking in climax. Slight touches became firm, but soft strokes that ran from her tight, pink asshole all the way to her throbbing, needy clit.
It was driving her crazy, but she didn’t want it to stop. Her breath was coming out in ragged panting, interspersed with loud moans and wordless pleas for more, more, more. She would do anything for him, anything to become his fantasy, his play toy.
Eyes glazed over with dumb lust, she could see the contract in front of her, glowing brightly, calling to her. She knew signing it meant she’d be his, that she’d give up any claim she had on her own will, or even self. Mouth and pussy dribbling equal puddles on the floor below her, Sasha reached out and eagerly signed her name. She smiled as the scroll closed of its own accord, and began to glow. Brighter and brighter it lit, until she could no longer see…
He looked down at her, and instead of disinterest, his expression was one of disdain. Without a word, he reached down and gave her shorts a tug, dropping them into the street, where they were quickly followed by a trickle of her own juices. Backside and sex fully exposed, Jodie shivered in place, her hands both grasping at her chest as she waited to see what he’d do.
As he stepped closer, Jodie’s senses were overwhelmed by the scent of his aftershave, mingling with her own stupid, sweet, girly musk. Her eyes fluttered as he ran his calloused fingers over her belly, causing it to twitch under his touch. As his hand dipped lower, and she felt his heat at the edge of her sex, she couldn’t help but try and move closer.
“P-please… take me. I want you so fucking bad and-“ she babbled, only to be interrupted.
“Shut up.” His reply was stern, uncaring, and made Jodie involuntarily grunt with lust. Nodding obediently, she resumed waiting, though every part of her cried out to be used. “Tell me… who are you?”
Jodie looked up at him, her heart thumping madly. He cared who she was! “I’m Jodie Powell, eighteen and I’m just about to gradu-!”
The young girl was cut off as the man grabbed her arm, turned her and gave her a swat on her firm ass cheek, causing her to squeak in surprise. The blush in her only deepened, her face matching the red on her abused bottom.
“Maybe I was unclear… let me rephrase: what are you? Be honest,” the man said, slowly circling her trembling form.
It was getting harder to hold it together, her little slit liberally dripping onto her discarded shorts. Still, she knew what he wanted to hear… With her flat chest, immature outfit, and her pathetic crush… she knew the truth.
“I’m… I’m a stupid little girl,” she mumbled, her eyes downcast. The moment the words were out of her mouth she felt his hand return between her legs, one of his thick fingers resting so close to her clit she could almost feel it already.
“Good girl, Jodie… You’re a very good girl,” he whispered into her ear, his body getting closer. Even though he hadn’t actually touched her there, she could feel her pussy begin to tingle with oncoming climax, surprising even her with the sheer intensity of what she was experiencing.
“Good girl… good girl…” his voice seemed to echo in her mind as her body began to tense up. She saw stars with how hard she squeezed her eyes shut, and as the orgasm began to rip through her slender frame, those stars seemed to explode along with the rest of her…
The attendant led her to a bright pink door; opening it up and ushering her inside. Jaylene complied, stepping into what looked like another waiting room. Lined with comfy looking couches, and furnished with a single table in the center, the room seemed remarkably welcoming to the dazed woman.
She settled in on one of the couches, only to find that it was vibrating with the same slow hum as her chair before. Normally, such a thing would just feel nice, like a mini-massage. Now though, with how worked up she was still, it was like purely passive masturbation. Well, almost passive… within moments she found herself grinding her ass against the cushion, trying to get the throbbing to go deeper and deeper.
Too caught up in pleasuring herself, Jaylene didn’t even notice the pale, pink gas filling up the room; not even when the heavy scent of candy began mingling with the constant aroma of her own arousal. Quite the opposite, in fact. As the sweet smell sunk into her senses, and her mind, she began to focus even more on her self exploration.
Uncontrollably rocking her hips, the horny woman groped at herself shamelessly, and once her hands met her chest, she nearly lost it right then and there. Pressed against the skin-tight jumpsuit, her tits felt so much bigger than before. Full and fat, they jutted out from her chest more and more as she fondled them.
Jaylene looked down at her breasts with a dopey smile on her face. Her boobies had never looked so sexy before! She just wished she didn’t have to cover them up with her stupid jumpsuit…
It took her several moments to realize she could just take off the suit, and it took even longer for her to figure out how the zipper worked. She fumbled with it for a while, her too-long nails making it difficult to do anything so precise. All the while her tits swelled on her chest, stretching the suit and causing it to ride up against her tingling sex.
She giggled at the sudden stimulation, which had caused her to completely forget her task of undressing. Instead, she began to bounce on the springy couch, using the wobbling of her massive tits to keep her suit rubbing her clit. Eventually though, the size of her growing breasts became too much for even the elastic suit to contain. With a loud snap, the zipper gave way, and her heavy globes bounced forth, her nipples standing out and stiff in the warm air.
The hard part done, the bimbo found it fairly easy to strip the rest of the way. She did run into some trouble peeling the damp suit off of her widened hips. On top of that, the moment her ass was exposed, she couldn’t seem to keep from touching it, enjoying the plush roundness of her altered body.
“Hiya… I’m Katie. You’re… um… really handsome.” After getting a better look at the man, she realized she wasn’t just saying that. She couldn’t really explain exactly what, but something about him was just impossibly attractive to her.
“Why thank you, Katie. You’re very cute, yourself.”
His response was very simple and matter of fact, but the second she heard the words, Katie just melted. Her cheeks lit up as she blushed, and her pussy was literally throbbing with arousal. It took everything she had not to jump right to the more sexy portion of the chat, but she managed. She didn’t want to make him suspicious, or scare him off… If anything, she found herself considering throwing off the act, calling it sexy role-play and seeing if he wanted to go for something more… physical.
‘Don’t be stupid, Katie… If he’s still on the cam, he’s probably some sicko. Just use him, get your money and move on-“
“So, Katie… How old are you?” Like before, the question was plainly said. A lot of the guys asked her that, and she typically responded with a playful “Old enough!” before flashing more panty and keeping them thirsty and distracted. Now though, Katie found herself giggling and blatantly pulling up her skirt.
“Nineteen, sir… I just…” Katie paused for a moment, trying to get back on track mentally while her body went through the motions. While her fingers danced over her damp panties, rubbing the pale, wet cloth up between her puffy lips, her brow furrowed with concentration.
“Just what? You just dress up like this for what? Fun? A trick? Tell me, Katie…”
The man’s voice soothed Katie, and she felt herself slowly relax… Mostly, anyway. He was just so hot, and smart and… Everything about him was making it hard for the horny girl to think of much else but pleasing him in every way she could.
“Well, it started as a trick, sir…” she said, gasping sweetly as she began to tease her puffy nipples through her shirt. “M-my best friend thought it’d be… it’d be fun to go online and tease some guys…”
“Hmmm… Sounds like your friend is just as immature as you are. So did she join you?”
Immediately Katie’s head flooded with crystal clear images of her and Lizzie in front of the webcam. First, they began to slowly, sensuously kiss before things became more passionate. Soon, Katie was moving lower, licking her way down her friend’s body until her cute little ass was in the air and her tongue was sliding deep into…
“N-no sir, we’re not… we’re not lesbians.”
The man smiled at Katie, and she felt her pussy twitch. “We’ll see… You know, Katie, I think it’s clear you need a little help with direction in your life.”
“D-direction, sir?” Katie asked, slipping a hand down under the tight waistband of her tiny, pink panties.
“Well, look at yourself! You spend every night masturbating, showing off to men and then blackmailing them-“
Katie paused for a second… She hadn’t told him about her scheme yet, had she? Of course, she had the feeling that if he had asked, she would’ve been more than forthcoming. Maybe she had…
“Now, I know how it must be for you: a dumb, slutty girl without a body capable of attracting real men...”
Kelly’s eyes blinked open, her fugue being interrupted by an odd sound in the room, and a gentle shake of the bed. Not sure what was happening, she froze in place and listened hard. Almost immediately she heard it again, followed by another small shake. It sounded like…
This time it was unmistakable; the sound she’d heard was Isabelle moaning in her… sleep? No longer alarmed, but still cautious, Kelly very quietly turned over. There, in the pale moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains, was Isabelle; completely nude, and definitely not asleep.
Blankets thrown off, utterly exposed, there was no hiding what she was doing. Kelly could even hear it, the slight squish of her friend’s pussy interlaced with more soft moans. The whole scene was odd as it is, but no more so than Kelly’s reaction… she felt undeniably, embarrassingly aroused.
She couldn’t understand it… she was straight as could be, and even her interest in men was tempered by a layer of prudishness. Yet there she was, getting an eyeful of her friend’s smooth, feminine body, while her traitorous pussy soaked her panties. It became even worse as Isabelle got into it; the scent of musk filled the room, while Kelly’s head filled with virginal thoughts about what another woman would taste like.
Isabelle bucked her hips, and Kelly watched the woman’s breasts jiggle on her chest with every thrust. The strange lighting made the other girl’s tits look bigger than usual… or maybe it was Kelly’s burgeoning lesbian desires. Either way, she was struck with the realization that she wanted nothing more than to just move closer and take one of Isabelle’s fat nipples into her mouth and just suck, and suck, and suck.
Heart pounding, she was actually considering doing just that. Despite her misgivings about her suddenly shifting sexuality, she just couldn’t seem to contain herself any longer. Then, right before she could act on her needs, Isabelle shifted her position once more. Spreading her thighs wider, she opened her legs as far as they would go, which left one of them draped over Kelly’s prone form.
Soft, supple flesh pressed against her own, and Kelly nearly lost her mind. She could feel every stoke, every shudder through the smooth leg resting on her, and each one felt as though it was tearing down a new layer of inhibitions inside her. All that was left was one little voice in her head screaming ‘I’m not a lesbian! I’m not a lesbian!’ but that was rapidly being silenced by the sensation of Erica’s thigh stroking over her.
Kelly closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she raised her hand and sent it lower. Isabelle paused as their hands made contact, and for a second Kelly thought the other girl was going to object; possibly even have a freak out about it. A heartbeat later, Kelly felt wet fingers clasp around her hand, guiding her downward.
Now it was Riley’s turn to gloat. She circled her fallen foe, randomly running her fingers across the shining suit and laughing as Lady Latex struggled to hold onto herself. She only stopped when her boot was firmly planted right below the drool-dripping mouth of her opponent, and she wiggled it back and forth.
“Kiss it. Kiss it, and maybe you leave this place with a bit of dignity intact.”
Lady Latex held there, panting in place with her hands bunched into tight fists. It was clear she was trying to marshal her defenses, but now that Riley had slithered inside, it was like trying to build a wall out of water. Every time she got even close to forming a mental shield, Riley simply plucked it away from her, leaving her raw once more.
The crowd was growing restless, but Riley was getting more so. She could see why her foe had become so excited, as the sight of Lady Latex writhing beneath her was leaving her more than a little aroused herself.
“Last chance…” she taunted, nudging the woman with the tip of her boot.
“Go f-fuck yourself…” Lady Latex stammered out.
“You first,” Riley said with a smirk.
All at once Lady Latex felt every bit of self-control she had left become stripped away in an instant. The suit, which had been so pleasurable to her at first, was now a terrible obstacle, and she knew she had to get it off right away. Hands shaking, she scrambled to unzip the thing, but no matter how fervently she grabbed for it, she simply couldn’t find the seam. Confused, horny and desperate, she leapt forward and began shamelessly kissing Riley’s boot.
“P-please, you have to help me out of this thing! My p-pussy is… Oh, fuck!”
She couldn’t help herself. Reaching back, she began stroking her crotch through her suit, filling the arena with loud squeaks. Chest down and ass up, she continued slobbering over her opponent’s shoe, hoping for a bit of mercy, and assistance in quenching the heat inside her.
The audience was a mix of appreciative cheering at the display, and raucous laughter over the humiliating sounds. Riley, however, had just one reaction, and she expressed it by pulling aside the material of her black leotard before tapping her opponent on the head.
“You had your chance. Now here’s your new offer… You get me off, right here in front of everyone, and I’ll help you strip down so you can stroke yourself stupid on the mat. How’s that sou-“
Riley hadn’t even finished speaking before Lady Latex lunged forward and began to pleasure her. Even though she’d been served by countless bested women in the past, this was on a whole new level. Here was an opponent who would’ve happily changed her into little more than a weak, mewling pet... who was now eagerly licking her for the chance to be further humiliated.
The power, more than the actual sensation, was intoxicating. She hardly noticed the crowd, or the event itself… it was just her, and the pathetic pet kneeling beneath her. Already she’d stripped the woman of every scrap of resistance, leaving her vulnerable to any passing whim Riley might have. More than that, she made sure Lady Latex loved every second of her submission, to the point where she was beginning to crave it more than her suit.
Lady Latex came when Riley did, so complete was their bond and taming. Of course, to Riley that was merely the beginning. Roughly she stripped the other woman down, ignoring the pathetic begging to be touched that followed. She had something else in mind.
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.”
Mia rocked in her bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was filled with the scent of her lust, despite the frantic way she seemed to shake her head as she slept. Grinding her pillow between her legs, the young woman flitted from fantasy to fantasy, caught up in kinks she never knew she had.
Mia giggled vapidly, bending over sharply at the waist. Her position caused her tiny little skirt to rise up, revealing her bright pink thong. The drenched scrap of cloth was wedged tightly between the bare lips of her sex, and it rubbed softly against her clit with every wiggle of her soft backside.
Exposed as she was, the ditzy woman cared little about her dripping pussy – not when there was another wet, open hole she needed filling. Her mouth hung open, with her plump, pursed lips forming a perfect pillowy circle. Little lines of drool spilled from her fuckdoll mouth as she lowered herself closer to her prize.
She was too fixated on the throbbing cock in front of her to even manage to see who it was attached to. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew it to be her husband’s… her owner’s cock that stuck out in front of her. Slut that she was, it wouldn’t have mattered who it belonged to, but it made her extra horny knowing the man she loved was about to use her like a living sex toy.
Letting the hefty weight of her oversized tits pull her downward, she inched closer to her treat, her purpose. Her tongue slipped out, eager for a taste… but for some reason, she couldn’t quite reach. Straining, she moved closer, only to find that perfect, delicious cock had pulled back once more.
After a moment of frustrated confusion, the bimbo realized it wasn’t her man’s erection that was moving – it was her. Still bent over, she looked back to find a very familiar woman trying desperately to keep her from her prize. The redhead holding her had a horrified expression on her face as she scrambled to stop Mia.
“No! Y-you can’t! That’s not me!” the woman shouted.
Mia just looked back at her with a puzzled expression. She couldn’t understand why anyone would try and stop her from doing what she was made to do. More than that, she couldn’t understand how the woman could resist that perfect, hard cock right there. Maybe the woman thought Mia was gonna keep it all to herself?
“It’s totally okay! We can like, share and stuff!” she said with a giggle. The woman seemed even more shocked as Mia grabbed her and pulled her over, until they were both kneeling down in front of Mike.
The redhead shook her head, but Mia helped her out. Reaching over, she gently, but firmly tugged the woman’s head closer.
“I’m not a slut! Do you hear me? I’m not a-mmmf!!”
Mia giggled at the weird woman, and the sight of her sputtering around Mike’s cock. A few seconds of having it in her mouth was all it took, however, and soon the redhead was bobbing her head up and down with mindless abandon.
“See? It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels so good…”