And then she felt it. Tim’s cock swelled in her pussy, and suddenly it seemed like a volcano had deposited its load in her womb. Her body shuddered like she was being electrocuted and her screams filled the room.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she chanted as she felt the torrent of semen flow down her inner thighs to end up in a puddle on the floor. Tim’s thrusts weren’t stopping at all as she grunted and moaned, and then with another eruption, Tim pulled out and spilled the last of his seed on her back. Then he pulled back and watched as Veronica crumbled to the ground, slowly fading into post orgasmic unconsciousness.
“I have some clothes for you on the table,” he said. “Think about your wishes… bimbo…”
Then she heard the door close behind him. Her last thought was a happy one.
He had called her “bimbo.”
Epilogue
When Veronica woke up, the room was redolent with the scent of her fucking. She hoped it’d smell like that all the time. She got up on wobbly knees and looked around the room to see if there had been any other changes. On the table was a micro skirt and halter top that Tim had left for her. Nice Tim. He understood just what a bimbo needed.
Veronica decided that she should go out and buy more good clothes since she didn’t have any other clothes that would fit her new body. Even if she had, they were all ridiculous frowsy things. Veronica giggled when she thought about what the people would say when they saw her, Veronica, walking along with her tits nearly jumping out of her halter top at every step, while she also showed everyone her ass as she walked along wearing nothing but the micro skirt.
But then she looked down at the ring on her finger.
Two more wishes…
And Tim had said she had to decide what they were. She’d have to think about it, but Veronica had been a stuck up, unhappy bitch. So were a lot of other girls on the campus, like the cheer team. They hadn’t liked Veronica, but they were so self-centered and focused on their own stuff that they didn’t realize a woman’s only role in life was to be a good fuck for any man who wanted her. They’d never let the team gang bang them before a game and what kind of college spirit was that? Veronica kept thinking about how she could help the cheerleaders as she put her clothes on and finally grinned to herself, coming to a decision. Veronica nodded as she walked to the door, her boobs proudly swaying from side to side in the halter top. She’d go talk to Janice first. Janice was the cheer captain and she bet that with the help of her little ring… Janice would understand that the entire cheerleading squad needed to become the kind of big-titted bimbos who could really cheer the team on to victory.
End
The Bimbo Gift: Nancy
Chapter I
Nancy sat in the diner, wondering what the hell she was going to do. It had been such a smart move. Linda and Cassi were just too unwilling to understand that you needed to spend money to make money. The three women, just out of college, had all gone in on buying the little bathhouse complex, but the problem was it wasn’t making enough money. Not enough to pay off the bank.
So Nancy had taken some of the funds… well, okay, about half of the funds and invested in some ads and taken a little more money out from the bank. She didn’t have a choice. The ad campaign was expensive.
Okay, so maybe not all of the money went into the ad campaign, she thought as she looked at her new shoes. Most of it had.
At least half.
Maybe a little less.
A third at least.
But it would have been okay, if the campaign had worked. But it hadn’t and now the end of the year was coming and Linda and Cassi were going to see that she’d lost the money and they’d hate her forever! Nancy bit her lip at that horrible thought and looked around the diner, hoping that her contact would be here soon. If it was a guy, she’d dressed for the occasion, with a low-cut sweater that gave him a good look at her nicely sized tits and a skirt that stopped midway down her thighs.
Nancy brushed her curly brown hair back, just to make certain it looked good. Guys liked her when she dressed like this.
In fact, that’d been one of the reasons she’d decided to join up with the other two, because she thought the bathhouse was going to get a lot of guys. A lot of hunky guys. The kind of guys that’d want to fuck her until she had an orgasm that just knocked her out.
Linda and Cassi were in it for the business. Nancy had been in it to get fucked and maybe find a guy who would just make her his.
Even right now, the thought made her press her legs together around that nice little pulsing warmth that was rising in her pussy.
She hoped it was a guy. Maybe she could reward him.
“So, are you Nancy?”
Nancy started at the voice. It was manly and powerful and made her think about the kind of guy who would make women cum by just talking to them.
In fact, she was getting damp just from the sound of that totally neat voice.
She looked up and realized that the voice wasn’t the only thing good about him. He had the kind of chiseled good looks that you saw on the cover of trashy romance novels and his tight shirt showed that he had the kind of muscles that went with that was well. His piercing blue eyes stared at her like he knew all of her secrets.
“So, you’re having money problems,” he said.
Maybe he does know all my secrets… Nancy thought. She’d just sent in a request to the loan office to talk about new funding, not money problems.
And they’d sent…this incredible hunk to talk about it to her.
“Now, I’m not from the same people you contacted… you know Diane Markson?”
“Dia-oh, yeah,” Nancy said. That stuck up, hostile manager who had finally set up this meeting with her because she didn’t think their business was good enough for a full scale meeting at the loan office.
“Well, she’s decided to explore some new career options and sent me to talk to you.” He smiled, revealing perfect teeth.
Nancy felt like she was melting into a wonderful puddle of horny girl under that smile. But even so… Diane had been a manager.
“She quit?”
“Oh yes, she really wanted to take hold of her new dream with both hands,” he said with a smile. “The name’s Mark by the way.”
“Oh, okay, I’m Nancy?” She blushed, remembering that he knew her name already. You’re sounding like such a stupid bimbo!
“In fact, she thought that I could help you to take your dream by both hands…” Mark looked at her, and raised one hand. “I know about your problems with money…the shoe purchases and the beauty salons…”
Nancy went cold. Oh God… if he knew about that, she’d never get any money loaned to her. Linda and Cassi were going to kill her.
“But that’s not the whole issue, is it?” Mark continued. “I mean, the bathhouse isn’t making much money, and nobody stays in your rooms… Even without the little accidents you had with the money, you’d still be in trouble.”
Nancy bit her lip for a moment, then nodded. “It’s…it’s like people just are too busy!”
“I know,” Mark said, “but that’s mainly because you’re not giving them a reason to stop over. And besides, you’re not really that interested in a lot of the boring parts of running a business. You like men and being wanted and I bet other things…” his foot rose up underneath the table and rubbed her leg, leaving the feeling of little trails of electric thrills running up and down her skin.
Nancy shivered in delight and realized that she was actually starting to get damp. She bit her lip at that thought and hoped it wouldn’t be obvious. That would be terribly embarrassing, since it would force her to leave early…and without Mark.
Because the image of Mark just taking her in some hotel room, fucking her from behind while she bawled like someone in heat was just turning her on beyond belief.
“Now, Diane has had some thoughts of what you could do to improve your popularity…there’s a special treatment she underwent which might be of interest
to you. It could make your bathhouse very popular and if you’re making a lot of money, well you don’t need to borrow money… or worry about paying it back. In fact, you could probably make enough that Linda and Cassi would never even notice it was gone.” Once again, his smile made Nancy shiver all over.
“How?” she asked, not caring if her voice sounded like some eager schoolgirl. He looked into her eyes, and Nancy found herself hoping that Mark liked green eyes.
“Well,” he said and put some photos down on the table. “First of all, here’s what Diane is doing right now, and believe me, she’s having fun. You see, I help people find their dreams…”
Nancy didn’t say anything. She was staring in shock at the photos.
Chapter II
Nancy had met Diane several times and she’d never really liked the banker. Diane was this tall, slim woman who always showed up in these really expensive business clothes that said that she was soooo much more important than Nancy was. Even her hair always looked like she’d just come straight from her stylist, with every single strand in the perfect position to let the world know that she was an up and comer.
Not like Nancy, who was just some dumb bunny that needed help with her financial decisions.
Not that she’d helped me that much, Nancy grumped.
But the woman on the pictures couldn’t be Diane.
This woman had long curly hair that looked like it had been spun from pure gold. Her glasses weren’t boring business rims, but these big pink things that had little jewels set into their frames. They looked like the sort of tacky thing a bimbo would pick up from a dollar store. And then there was her body. Diane hadn’t been that big in the chest department when Nancy had last seen her, but this bimbo had huge jugs that were barely being held in by her halter top, while her miniskirt was struggling to contain a truly glorious ass, the picture capturing her hips in mid-sway as she walked down the street on equally tacky high heels. A few other pictures showed her from behind, the short skirt revealing a pink thong that was the only thing between Diane and an indecent exposure charge.
And she looked happy. There was a smile on her full lips… lips that just screamed how ready they were to suck a guy off.
Diane never looked happy. Diane always looked pinched and annoyed, but this bimbo looked like she didn’t have a care in the world…
Nancy wished she didn’t have a care in the world.
“But that…that can’t be Diane!” Nancy finally burst out. “Diane doesn’t have big boobs!”
“But big boobs make people happy, and Diane really wanted guys to like her so she could be happy,” Mark replied in a reasonable voice. “And she has all the guys…” several more photos were put on the table, “she wants now.”
Nancy felt her eyes bug out at those pictures.
One had Diane on her knees in what looked like her office, but there were half a dozen cocks in view, each one adding to the torrent of jizz that was covering her naked body. Her mouth was open in delight, some of the cum landing on her tongue while streams poured down her tits and dripped onto the floor. Semen was stuck in her hair, dripping onto her body, the shower of cum gleaming in the light. Another picture showed her bent over the desk she’d once sat behind while she sneered at Nancy. This time, there was a big, strong guy… Nancy blinked and realized that those muscled arms looked like Mark’s. He had her by the hips, and was caught in mid-thrust, his big cock pushing into the Diane. Another guy was standing in front of her, holding her by her curly golden hair, as she took his cock all the way into her mouth and throat.
How could she take all of that monster? Nancy wondered, licking her lips. Nancy had sucked cock before but had never really liked it…
On the other hand… It’d be nice to try…
Then there was another photo of Diane on top of her desk, arms and legs wrapped around Mark while he fucked her. Her nameplate had been caught in mid-fall as it bounced off of the desk and Nancy filled in the way Mark must have been fucking her to actually move the heavy desk.
What a slut, she thought. After that, Diane had probably been fired. That’s why she had a new job. Or maybe her new job was fucking and sucking all of her coworkers. Giving head in the morning like a good bimbo and waddling down the hallway with cum dribbling down her inner thighs… or maybe her new job was being a trophy wife, getting fucked by every guy her husband told her to fuck until she was knocked up with a huge belly with her big milkers sitting on it as her hubby made her cook and clean and service him wearing nothing but an apron…
Nancy felt her breath start to come faster as she stared at the pictures. Why not? It was such a fucking turn on to imagine stuck up and oh-so-proper Diane turned into a big-titted cum-hungry bimbo slut!
And she wasn’t imagining anything, because Diane did look like a cum-hungry slut and those tits were huge. In fact…
“How, um…” Nancy said, rubbing her thighs together. “Did her boobs and ass get so big?”
“She asked for some special cosmetic treatments from my company… she really wanted to explore her new lifestyle to the limit…” Another picture hit the table, this one of Diane naked, bracing herself up against a wall, looking over her shoulder with a big smile. A guy was behind her, pumping into her, one hand gripping a curvy hip and the other cupping one of her meaty jugs. There were other guys standing behind the two further down the corridor, slightly out of focus.
I bet they’re standing in line. Waiting to fuck Diane now that she’s not so stuck up anymore… Nancy bit her lip. It was such a fucking turn-on! She envied Diane…
“What…um, what does she do now for a job?” Nancy asked.
“Oh, she still works at the bank… she’s a receptionist, in addition to her morale building duties…”
Nancy shivered at Mark’s words. She wondered what it would be like just letting guys fuck you, just living to have guys fuck you. Diane looked so happy when she had a cock up her pussy, her big vague eyes showing that she really didn’t have much in the way of thoughts in her head.
Was that so bad? After all, Nancy’s thoughts had gotten her in trouble…
“So um, how can you help me?” She finally asked.
“Why, I’ll make you the same offer I made Diane,” he said. “A single treatment of Bimbo-U and I’ll pay off all of your debts and help you turn your establishment into a profitable and popular place…”
“You’ll pay off-”
“Yes, just like I smoothed over Diane’s little issue with embezzlement.” Mark’s smile was almost predatory. “And I made her happy. Tell me that the woman in those pictures isn’t happier than she was when you saw her.”
“I um… You want me to become a bimbo?”
“No. I want you to choose whether or not to accept my offer.” Mark leaned back. “I would never force it on anyone.“ He shrugged. “I can’t force it on anyone. It has to be your choice.”
Nancy paused. If it was her choice… What would be the problem with it. She couldn’t stop squirming at how hot Diane had looked. And besides, she needed the money. Linda and Cassi would be furious…but not if she could just tell them it was all handled. Nope, they’d love it then.
And besides, it wasn’t as if she had to keep being a bimbo…
“Okay!” she said. “Is it like a drink, you know, or an operation?”
“Hardly,” Mark said with a grin and held out a ring. “It’s a ring. All you have to do it put it on…”
“Okay!” Nancy said, grabbing the ring. Before she put it on, Mark held out his hand.
“You might want to do it in the bathroom…” he said.
Nancy nodded and then almost ran to the bathroom. The touch of the cool metal on the palm of her hand was an incredible turn on. Nancy realized that if she didn’t do something, she’d have to change her panties.
Once inside the bathroom, Nancy locked the door. Fortunately, the diner was little and it was past the lunch rush so nobody was going to need the bathroom anytime soon.
&nbs
p; I wonder… she looked at the ring. Maybe it was a joke.
But Diane didn’t look like she’d been joking. Nodding once, Nancy put on the ring.
“Oh…. Oh God…” she breathed in awe.
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Suddenly her entire body felt like static electricity was running up and down it. Nancy moaned in delight as she looked at the ring, the gold gleaming in the light…and then her surprised gasp filled the room as a pink mist seemed to rise from the ring and started to caress her body.
Nancy’s gasp turned to a soft coo of surprise and pleasure as the mist started to touch her, like fingers running all over her body. A sudden pressure started to grow in her chest and Nancy looked down in shock. Her boobs were growing.
“I…I-oooohhhhh…” She arched her back, unable to resist the pleasure from the way her tits felt. They were more sensitive than they’d ever been in her life, even as the orbs grew heavy and large. The pink mist caressed them and suddenly they bounded free as her top vanished.
Any other time, Nancy might have screamed, but now she was too busy cupping her new jugs in her hands, running her fingers over the ultra-sensitive skin, loving the way her nipples were so erect. She could capture any guys cock between her new mounds of tit-flesh!
But that wasn’t the only feeling in her body. Nancy felt her hips start to curve out even as her waist became narrower, and her ass and hips started to grow. Not just that, but the mist caressed her pussy even as her skirt and panties vanished and it felt so incredibly good. She it felt like her entire pussy had become as sensitive as her clit used to be and as for her clit… Nancy’s high pitched cry of joy filled the room as her questing finger just barely brushed it. She felt to her knees, her new jugs bouncing as she came from the incredible feeling, her juices rolling over her fingers and down to puddle on the floor.
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