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Asians are born to be fuckholes

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Have you ever wondered where those strawberry milk cartons come from?

Hitomi stood quivering in the women’s bathroom, and for the first time regretted wearing such a stretchy shirt.

She’d never been one of those busty girls, like those sluts up on floor four. Her B-cups were fine, dammit! But the idea gnawed at her. What if she was just a little bit bigger?

Hitomi was just an assistant, not important enough to use some of the appearance-enhancing products that apparently flowed freely in the more prestigious labs.

Every time she was asked to carry a pharmaceutical upstairs, she read the label carefully. When she saw one with breast growth written under the side effects, she smiled smugly to herself.

There were pages and pages of safety warnings, but Hitomi didn’t care. Extra testing is just red tape, right? So she’d taken out the vial of small pink liquid, carefully measured out three drops- just enough not to be noticed- and dripped them into her tongue. Then she took off her bra, wearing only a white tank top, and stared down at her tits eagerly. The chemical was unusually sweet, but who cares? At least it wasn’t bitter or chalky.

She could hardly wait! Biting her lip, she imagined the looks the others would give her with a pair of full, ripe breasts. Anticipation turned to tedium as the minutes ticked by. She wasn’t growing at all! Wasn’t this the secret of the huge-titted cows in the upper labs?

Frustration gripped her, and she grabbed the vial angrily. She hadn’t stolen an experimental product just to go back now! Hitomi tipped her head back, swallowing a little over half of the pink liquid. No one would notice that, maybe. If they weren’t paying attention.

The rich taste of strawberries splashed across her tongue, so intense she almost didn’t notice the swell of her chest as she began to fill out her shirt.

Hitomi looked down, she was getting bustier! Her hard nipples pushed against the fabric of her top, giving her very recognizable poking nubs. She could feel her shirt tightening around the armpits, her tits blossoming into a perfect pair of soft G cups.

She was ecstatic! This was exactly what she wanted! Hitomi jiggled them up and down, delighting in how sensitive they were! Her chest finally had a real sense of weight to it. Of consequence. If only those floor four girls could see her now…

But…the growth wasn’t stopping. Where before it was a light tingling pleasure, now her growth began to feel tight and full, like an overstuffed belly.

She frowned anxiously now, watching her swollen nipple slowly hide her feet from view. She must be at least a J cup now! Every breath seemed to pull her shirt tighter, the fabric slowly stretching as her tits overwhelmed it.

Judging her options, Hitomi tried to pull the top off, but she had grown so much she couldn’t get the hem over her tits! She was trapped, still swelling in the bathroom. Why couldn’t she have picked a less stretchy top, she thought…her fault for wanting more room to grow.

The sensations became more and more intense, a pressure that started deep inside her breasts and advanced slowly to each nipple. By now, they were massive, even taking the boob size into account. Sticking out almost two inches with a plump areolae to boot.

Hitomi began to mewl passionately, clawing at her now painfully tight top, no longer caring if anyone heard. The sudden wetness of her nipples making her eyes open with shock. She rubbed a finger across one of the nubs- almost crying out again- and looked at the sticky pink liquid smeared across her hand.

It looked like the same liquid she drank just a few minutes ago- what was it doing to her?!

Her panicked thoughts were interrupted by the sudden noise of the bathroom door opening- she was caught! It was a disorienting sight, watching the beautiful brunette try to relieve the pressure, only succeeding in rubbing her tits through her increasingly wet shirt.

Hitomi barely felt the firm hands turning her around, pulling up on her top- hard, this time- and a sudden overwhelming sensation as they were released!

She could feel every air current on her tits, flopping well past her waist as they splattered more of the same strawberry liquid against the wall. Her breasts grew, and grew, gaining cup sizes by the second of swollen delight. If they didn’t stop, they were going to get bigger than her!

Moaning helplessly, not able to even collect her massive rack in her arms, Hitomi could only make out one sentence, whispered quietly in her ear.

“Just stay calm, dear…you’ve got a lot more growing to do.”

Then, the familiar strawberry taste on her tongue, she was leaning backwards, the remainder of her sample jar poured into her mouth.

Hitomi opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a deep moan.

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Brown tits are fucking huge

Perfect huge titties 😏😏

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Yellow pussy is made for white cock and they know it

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Suki’s tits were so much more sensitive after 3 hours of nipple clamping

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imagine groping me 👉🏽👈🏽

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Switching Off

Anna shudders, her hands frozen in place.  Her game of chicken has come to an end, the hypno-files now in control.   Slowly, she feels the phantom cock slide into her brains and begin to fuck all those silly, silly thoughts out of her.   Her stomach flips in excitement; there’s no way to stop it, now.

It owns her.  Controls her.  

Already her eyes are beginning to roll as arousal courses through her veins, her tongue out-stretched, questing for the cock the files are training her to worship, legs spreading apart into a true doll-pose.

It will hollow her out.  Makes her ready for reprogramming.

Her cunt clenches.  Yes, this right.  This is how dolls should act.   Ready.  Waiting.  Empty and devoid of any self-governance.   She is merely a tool for others to use.  Already she can feel her body altering, her breasts swelling as hypnotic triggers layer the illusions down upon her mind.   Lips plumping.  Breasts swelling.  Hair flowing further and further down, until in her mind she is the perfect Bimbo template.

Her hands relax.  Her arms dropping into the perfect dolly pose.

The cock inside Anna’s mind pummels away at her, the pleasure growing inside her vessel.  It spaces her out, making her detached from her surroundings.  She no longer pays attention to the surrounding room, nor the essay sitting on her desktop, or the stack of college projects she’s horrendously behind on.   The only thing that matters is the soft, determined voice whispering such wicked thoughts into her ears.

Emptier, and emptier.  Dumber and dumber. Soon, nothing remains but the cock.  That wonderful, magical cock that makes forgetting all-so-easy.  She can’t even remember her name, now.  The voice whispers into her head that dolls don’t have names.   That they don’t deserve them.  Realisation causes her to shudder, the pleasure spilling over into outright orgasm.

Time ceases.   Thinking ceases.  Anna ceases.

Everything is gone except the voice that continues to whisper into her mind.

Good bimbo doll…

Good bimbo doll… 

Good bimbo doll…

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the titty bling didn't fit !!!!

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oily gif from the drafts 🤍

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Showing what you really are

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The vibe I’m putting out this summer 🐰💕

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IG: @411ure

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sunday funday 💕

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She a brat! Just give her what she wants!