The Bimbo Wand Bundle 1

by Bo Naidal

  And after a time, as incredible as it was, I began to feel myself getting hard again.

  "So, are you ready to give that new body of yours one more test drive?" I asked her.

  She wriggled her ass. Indeed, I was getting hard all over again.

  "I think that would be delightful!" She said.

  I realized then that the night was just beginning.

  The end for now.

  Bimbo Wand 3: The Dancer

  My name is Michael Christian Jones. Everybody calls me MC.

  I once had a magic wand. I called it my bimbo wand. I kept it with me wherever I went. I had to, after all, it was of incredible value and the safest place I could keep it was with me. This wand could take any plain Jane and turn her into a love goddess. It could give a girl a voluptuous body that would be the envy of any centerfold.

  So far I'd only used it twice. And the results had been tremendous. The question was now, when would I use it again? To tell the truth, I had no idea. But I knew that sooner or later another opportunity would reveal itself to me. And so it did.

  I had gone to a dance studio located at the bottom of an old, rundown building. I was there to inspect a pile of old junk and decide whether or not it was worthwhile to take it back to the antique shop, where I worked. At first, no one answered the door. I wondered if I had come at the wrong time, and I knocked again. Finally, the door opened.

  The prettiest eyes I've ever seen greeted me at the door. They were large amber eyes of a hue I'd never seen before. But despite how beautiful these eyes were, there was a problem. These eyes had been crying. And when I looked at the female face that went with the eyes, there were trails of mascara. Despite the trails of mascara and the sad look, this was the face of a very pretty woman.

  However, the body that went with the face, was, well, absolutely nothing to look at. It was completely destitute of any figure at all. I guessed this young woman must have been about twenty years old. And despite this, she only had the body of a lanky adolescent boy.

  The only significant trait about her was that she was muscular in a taut sort of way, the way gymnasts or dancers are. But what a shame that a woman with a pretty face like that had been left with no figure at all. It didn't seem fair! To tell you the truth, my mind was already at work wondering if there was something I could do to help.

  "Who are you?" She said.

  I even liked her voice. It had a kind of deep, sultry quality. I found myself thinking, how could that pretty face and that sultry voice find itself with a flat body like that. It didn't seem quite fair.

  "My name is MC," I said. "I'm here from the antique shop. I heard you had a pile of junk for us to look at."

  "Oh, I see," she said. "Well, excuse my appearance. It's been a rough day."

  I smiled at her reassuringly.

  "Don't worry about it. Just show me your junk, and I'll be out of your way as soon as I can."

  She showed me in, and she shut the door behind us. She took me directly into the dance studio. Despite how old it was, it had been kept up very well. There were mirrors all over the walls, as well as handrails. In the center of the studio had been placed a small pile of very old items.

  Some of them, indeed, looked like they might be of some value. In particular, there was an old record player, that if it still worked, could potentially be worth a lot of money.

  "It's all yours," the woman said. "I'm just trying to get rid of everything."

  "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't get your name."

  "It's Beatrice."

  "I'll definitely take all of it, Beatrice," I said. "Looks like it could be worth some money. Are you sure you just want to give it away to us?"

  Beatrice sighed. She looked so sad. She waved her hand at me.

  "Please, just take it," she said in disgust. "I'm done with this place. I'm done with dancing. Just take it!"

  She looked to be so upset! I worried that in her current depressed state that she might actually be in some danger.

  "Beatrice, I don't mean to pry," I said. "But you're okay, aren't you? I'd hate to load up this stuff, go back to the shop, and then read tomorrow morning that you'd done something desperate. You don't look too good."

  "Huh?" She said confused.

  "I just want to make sure you're okay. Think about it from my viewpoint, okay? I show up here, and you're getting rid of a lot of important things, and don't even want any money for them. And you look, well, to be honest, a little down and out. So I'm just asking, are you okay?"

  "Oh, I see," she said, sighing. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for asking, I guess. It's none of your business though, really."

  I began to arrange some of the items, just to make them easier to load onto the truck. Beatrice watched me as I did so. This made me think that maybe she wanted to talk about it.

  "So what happened?" I asked her. "Boyfriend problems, right?"

  She didn't say anything. I didn't want to push her. She would speak if she wanted to when she was ready. And just like I thought, as I went about my work, she started speaking. I wasn't surprised because I seem to have that impact on women. They always trust me.

  "My mom used to own this studio," Beatrice said. "She left it to me when she died, hoping I could follow in her footsteps. All my life I've been training to join the same ballet company that she was once a part of. Well, I had my tryouts just recently..."

  She stopped speaking. I could tell she wanted to go on, but whatever it was that had happened must've been too difficult to talk about. I gave her a few moments, then tried to get her talking again.

  "So you didn't get accepted," I said. "They'll have tryouts again. You're still young."

  Beatrice shook her head.

  "The thing is," she said "It wasn't about my talent or skill. I outdid most of the other girls competing. Nope, it wasn't that at all."

  I caught Beatrice's eyes. She looked so sad. I really wanted to help her if I could.

  "So what happened?" I asked. "Was it politics? You didn't have great connections?"

  Beatrice then walked closer to me. She had a funny look on her face. She motioned for me to stand up. So I did.

  "Look at me," she said. "Do you think I'm sexy?"

  God, I felt terrible. She was as flat as a board. No tits. No ass. Nothing. She was as sexless as you could imagine. I could have lied to her, but I knew that was the last thing she needed. She needed someone to be frank and honest with her—to understand her.

  "So that's why they didn't accept you because you're not sexy enough? That doesn't seem fair to me," I said.

  Beatrice stood really close to me. I could tell she was desperate for someone to comfort her. And the truth was, most women respond to me that way. I just have that look about me. Women both trust and desire me at first sight.

  "I don't even know what I'm going to do," Beatrice said. "I guess I might find a job with some other dance company. But with this figure of mine, I'm always going to be a second-tier dancer—however much talent and skill I have."

  She locked eyes with me. She so wanted me to hold her, to put my arms around her and comfort her, to tell her it would all be okay. Again, I just have that impact on women.

  But beyond her eyes and her cute face, it would have felt genuinely strange to me to be comforting someone as boyish as she was. It was totally unfair to her, for sure, but it even creeped me out a little.

  Then, suddenly, I felt like a complete dunce. Of course, I knew what to do. I had exactly what Beatrice needed. I slung off my backpack. I opened it, and I pulled out the bimbo wand.

  "What's that?" Beatrice asked me.

  "This?" I said. "This is the bimbo wand."

  "The bimbo what?" Beatrice said.

  "Okay, don't worry about the name. It's magic. I know it sounds incredible, but it works. If I wave this wand at you and say the magic words, your body will change into that of, well, basically a sex goddess."

  You should've seen the emotions that worked themselves across Beatrice's face. For a m
oment, there was elation and hope, then disbelief and disgust, and then finally anger.

  "Fuck you," she said, her eyes beginning to tear up. "I knew I shouldn't have opened up to you. You're a sick bastard, aren't you? To play with people's feelings that way."

  I felt awful. I didn't at all blame her for her skepticism. Of course, I could have just waved the wand at her and said the words. She'd have believed me then. But I wanted to have her permission first.

  "Beatrice, you've got nothing to lose, just give me permission to wave the wand at you and say the magic words."

  She looked at me, hesitating, thinking about it. And finally, she caved in. Her expression softened.

  "Maybe you're not cruel, just crazy," she said. "Fine, wave your wand at me and make me super sexy."

  And so that's what I did. I waved the wand at her, and I said the magic words: "thou art sexy."

  She stared at me, rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh.

  "Oh, well, it would have been nice. Thank you for trying," she said.

  And she turned and began to walk away. But then she stopped. She froze. Her hands went to her chest.

  "Oh my God!" She blurted out. "What's happening to me?"

  I rushed to her side. She turned toward me. She had on her face a look of desperation. I had only used the wand twice before, and I was scared that this time, in some manner, it was backfiring.

  Beatrice's body looked to be shifting underneath her skin. It was unsettling to watch. But soon, I could see a wonderful feminine form taking shape. And the breasts that emerged from her chest, were by far the shapeliest melons I'd seen the wand produce yet.

  Soon, her whole body had become, just as I said it would, that of a lovely Venus. Beatrice was now a Roman love goddess come to life. All I needed was a half-shell for her to stand on, to complete the effect. Her body was utterly gorgeous and beautiful. She was as sexy as hell!

  Even my cock sprang to life, signaling its own approval.

  Beatrice's clothes were now so tight they were clearly squeezing and hurting her. She had no choice but to rip off her shirt, and to unsnapp her slacks and pull them off. She now stood there in her underwear, and it was stretched to capacity. My god, how lovely she was!

  Now, as I said, all the walls in the dance studio were covered with mirrors. Beatrice looked at her reflection. The thrilling smile that spread across her face said everything. She couldn't have been more excited about her new body.

  "You did it! You did it!" She said.

  She suddenly leaped and pirouetted around the room. Watching her sexy form jumping about like that, her new massive tits and meaty ass jostling, my cock got hard as hell!

  After a few seconds of this, Beatrice sprang right at me. She threw her arms around me and embraced me. She scrunched herself into me. I could feel her two new bazookas squishing themselves right against my chest. My cock was now begging me to get in on the action!

  I was so ecstatic for Beatrice. I now put my arms around her and gave her the hug she deserved. Then, when the embrace loosened, and she slid a little bit away from me, so we were face-to-face, she smiled up at me. You should have seen that wonderful smile. It was a demure smile that said without a doubt she wanted and needed to be fucked.

  "You're my angel," she said. "Kiss me!"

  I wasn't about to give her no for an answer!

  "Kiss me!" She demanded. Then, slyly she said, "I know you want to."

  I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were soft and succulent. They yielded to me instantly. My tongue found its way into her mouth, and quickly I learned what a great dancer she was, as our tongues began their own pirouettes.

  While we exchanged delicious wet kisses, Beatrice's massive melons pushed up against me. My cock was getting harder than ever now. I pushed it against Beatrice's stomach, so she could feel both how hard and big it was. My cock told her everything she needed to know about her new body. She was ravishingly sexy!

  At first, as we continued to kiss, she rubbed her own body against my cock. Then soon, one of her hands had slid down into my jeans. With hands of silky, soft, warm skin, she grabbed my cock. She squeezed it hard, then softly stroked it.

  "Oh," she moaned. "What a lovely cock you have!"

  While her hand continued to entice my cock, my own hands roamed over Beatrice's smooth back. I found the straps of her bra and the clasp that held them. I undid it. The bra nearly ricocheted off of her, it had been so tight over her huge breasts!

  I muffled a bit of laughter. While Beatrice continued stroking my cock, I pulled her closer to me, so her naked bongos were now rubbing up against me. Her tits were as hard as you could imagine. I was ecstatic!

  "Does your cock want to come out to play?" Beatrice moaned.

  Her hand had let go of my cock and frantically worked at my belt, unbuckling it. Then she worked on my jeans, undoing my button fly. She pulled my jeans and boxers down in one great swoop. My cock, finally free, sprang up to complete attention. Her hand found it again and moved over it with long, wonderful strokes.

  At the same time, I reached for my shirt. I yanked it apart, all my buttons flying off. I got it off in a single motion, then Beatrice backed away for a split second, tearing off her panties, while I pulled off my t-shirt. Finally, with my chest naked, I pulled Beatrice back toward me. Her massive naked breasts squeezed against my own breasts. Her hard tits rubbed up against me. The sweet sensation killed me!

  I realized then that I wanted to feel those marvelous melons all around my face. I wanted my face to be buried in those melons! With both my hands sliding from around her back to her tits, I began to massage them. They were such a fabulous handful!

  But even as I fondled her breasts, I created a trail of kisses down her neck, and then between her breasts. I soon found my face buried deep between those stupendous hooters. I pushed them against my cheeks and reveled in how good they felt. They were utterly fabulous!

  Meanwhile, my hands continued to massage her breasts. My thumbs traced circles around her nipples. They felt so pluck! I knew I wouldn't be happy until I got one of them into my mouth.

  Leaving the inner warmth of the area between her breasts, I created a new trail of kisses, until finally, my mouth was planted right on one of Beatrice's tits. It was heaven! I tasted it. I teased it. I worked my way around it with my tongue. I then nibbled on it. I took it deeper into my mouth and I sucked upon it. It took all of my self-control not to gobble it up. What unbelievable wonderful breasts and nipples!

  Then, breathless, Beatrice moaned out the words, "You have to fuck me!"

  Five words could never have sounded so right to me. I had to fuck Beatrice! But how? I glanced about the dance studio, I looked at the mirrored walls. Ah, mirrors! Now there was something that appealed to me. Also, along each wall there were handrails. Yes, those handrails would work perfectly for what I had in mind. Just thinking about it, my cock got even harder than it already was!

  I led Beatrice over to one of the mirrored walls. I took each one of her hands in turn and placed them on a handrail. She instantly knew what I intended to do.

  "Oh, you're so wicked!" She gasped.

  With both her hands on the handrails that were attached to the wall, she stuck out her magnificent ass, high and mighty, and ready to be fucked. She spread her legs out just right. Her marvelous crack awaited me, and below it, I could catch a glimmer of the folds of her pussy. It was dripping wet!

  I put a hand right on the small of her back. I slowly smoothed it down right over her crack, one of my fingers sinking into that wonderful place between the two cushions. As my finger reached the sweet puckered hole of her ass, we both moaned in unison. This was going to be fun!

  "Look at yourself in the mirror," I said.

  She looked forward into the mirror. Her humongous breasts hung there as if she were a cow! She smiled sinfully, and she jiggled her juggs in the mirror.

  "Come and get me!" She said in a deep sultry voice.

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sp; "Oh, you'll get your fuck," I said. "But not before I taste that grand ass of yours!"

  So saying this, I went back to her ass. I leaned down. My tongue started right where my finger did at the very top of her crack—that delicious crack! I slowly licked downward into it, all the way until I came to that sweet, little-puckered hole again. I danced around it for a moment, then my tongue dove in and tasted it. Oh, such a piquant taste!

  As I lingered there, Beatrice let out a long moan.

  "What are you doing to me?" She gasped.

  One of my hands slid up her leg and found her pussy. It wasn't just wet, it was sopping. While I continued to lick that cute puckered hole at the center of her ass, my fingers massage the area around her pussy. Beatrice began to gyrate her ass a little as I did so, enhancing the whole effect. While keeping my tongue centered in her crack, one of my fingers slipped and in doing so found her clit. With my fingertip on her clit, I let my finger trace sweet love trails over it!

  "Oh, God! Oh, God!" She sobbed. "Are you going to fuck me or not? I've gotta be fucked!"

  She was right, and I knew it. I stepped back, I looked at that wonderful new ass of hers one more time. Her ass was the moon, and I felt its gravity drawing me in. I could barely wait to feel myself bouncing against that ass, as I fucked Beatrice.

  I moved up to her and stood directly behind her ass. My hand went to my cock. I guided it home. I couldn't believe it. Despite how sopping wet she was, her pussy was so tight, my cock barely went in! Oh, this was going to be good. I loved a tight fuck, and this was going to be the tightest I'd ever had!

  I eased myself in slowly. I had a massive cock, and given how tight Beatrice was, I needed to take care. Once, I had pushed the head of my cock inside her pussy, I began to rock back and forth, at first very slowly. You could even say gently.

  "Oh, darling, darling, darling," Beatrice hissed in pleasure.

  Her deep sultry voice had almost gone shrill. That so turned me on. My cock went from as hard as steel to as hard as diamond. I was so ready to deep fuck Beatrice.

  But I had to prepare her first. She was tight as hell! I pushed my cock in even further into her compact, sopping wet pussy. I slowly rocked, and with each rock, I pushed myself in just a hairsbreadth more than the last time. Good things come to those who wait. It would take some time, but soon my massive cock would be stretching that tiny pussy to its utter limits!