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Laying Low

Connie threw on her jacket and scrambled out the window as Jack's wife came through the front door. She couldn't leave until she had more clothes on. The walk was only a few houses down, but she couldn't make it that far dressed like this. So for the time being, she was stuck in the bushed behind their Jack and Ella's bedroom.

She watched carefully as Ella wandered around the house. Jack's wife called out to him, and he called back as he quickly redid his buttons and tucked his shirt back in. The room looked fine. They hadn't gotten very far before they'd heard the car in the driveway. And as Ella entered the bedroom, Jack looked as though he'd just finished getting ready for his day.

"Working from home today?" Ella asked, and Jack answered in the affirmative. "I just forgot my notes for the meeting. Thankfully I hadn't made it far. That could have-,"

She stopped talking abruptly. Connie peered in through the window carefully and saw her holding Connie's dress. She was staring at Jack, who was staring back at her. Neither was going to be the first to speak. Finally, Ella broke the silence.

"It's Connie's?" she asked simply.

Jack nodded.

"Oh course it is. And where is she now?"

To Connie's shock, Jack just pointed out the window right to her hiding place. He didn't try to explain it away. He didn't try to cover for her. Just gave her up. Ella turned and looked out the window and sighed heavily. "You can come out, Connie."

Connie stepped out of her hiding place and locked eyes with Ella, shame roiling inside her. She walked to the window and climbed back in the way she'd left. She stood there in the middle of the marriage she had helped to end. She was humiliated, and she knew she was right to be. Ella's eyes contained all the sadness of the world, and Connie knew in that moment - staring into those beautiful blue eyes - that she would do anything to make it right.

And why was Jack so quiet. Shouldn't he be begging for forgiveness? Shouldn't he be groveling on his knees before his perfect wife? How could he have betrayed someone so… radiant?

"I'm so sorry, Ella," she began to blubber but Ella just held up a hand. She fell silent immediately.

"So you think you can invite yourself into our bed?" she asked with a calm ferocity. "You think you can invite yourself into our marriage?"

"Yes," Connie said before she could stop herself. It had just tumbled out of her mouth.

"Jack and I are joined by marriage. We are a union. A sacred single unit. What's his is mine. What's mine is his. One from two. Do you understand?"

Shame continued to rage inside Connie's mind. Nothing mattered but penance. She nodded.

"So why did you imagine that you'd be able to pleasure him and not me?" She lifted her skirt and Connie felt herself drop to her knees. "You have inserted yourself into our marriage and now you serve both sides."

"Yes, Ella," Connie said as her lips pressed against Ella's panties. The smell was euphoric.

"Jack, I think three months unable to cum should suffice for your punishment."

"Yes, Mistress." It was the first time he'd spoken since Ella entered the room. Flat and emotionless. Finally Connie understood.

"Mistress," she moaned as her tongue found it's rightful place.

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You did ask to be kidnapped...

You knew what you signed up for. What you fantasized about for years. What you begged me for. You wanted it for so long, waiting and hoping that I would finally make it a reality, and I finally did.

I think you expected the quick grab in a dark parking lot. The bag, the gag, and the back of the van. The ropes around your wrists and legs, and the humming sensation of the van riding down the road. The 'struggle', but with hints of a smile.

But, you seemed a bit more surprised when the bag came off and the earbuds were pushed in. First, the silence as the thick tips muted out all other sound. Then, the odd tones, the sea of words from a sea of voices, each too quiet to hear but all quite loud together. The deep, detailed beats, moving back and forth, ear to ear.

You looked a bit concerned at first, but then once the voice started training you, letting you know the facts of your new life, you seemed skeptical, gave a disapproving look, glaring as if to say 'the headphones can say anything they like, but I know who and what I am'. You couldn't hear me laugh, but I enjoyed looking back watching you staring at the roof of the van, occasional flashes of confusion in your sea of skepticism and resistance, as the first loop played through.

But, gasoline is expensive and I got tired of those big circles, so a little bullet vibe, slid down the front of your jeans, did just the trick. Sure, you could have resisted for a little while. But you can't resist *and* squirm. You can't resist even while you feel it building. And you couldn't resist succumbing, even while you resisted cumming. It seems like you had enough willpower left in you to resist my words, or to resist my toy, but not enough for both, and when you broke for one, you broke for both.

Soon, you were limp, then moaning, then limp, then moaning, just like the voice told you. The van moving, spinning every part of you, the vibration confusing you even between waves to pleasure. Eventually, you were trying so hard to mouth exactly the words I gave you that I knew the ropes could come off, the gag could come out, and you could just sit there, eyes closed quietly, belted in like a good girl, whispering your new reality with a vacant smile, ready to be brought home and fully trained. You did ask to be kidnapped. You got just what you wanted.

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This will probably get taken down in approximately 5 seconds, but I made it for someone and figured I'd shoot my shot and see if miraculously Tumblr keeps it up.

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if you're still taking follower prompts:

a very accomplished woman in [field] meets a man who is also very accomplished in the same field! She's very like...set in her ways of being this big shot [career title] meanwhile he's slowly training and corrupting her into a hyperfemme bimbo whore that will obey any order given to her by a man bc "men know best" until all her aspirations about her career and goals get replaced w aspirations for being every man's favourite fuckdoll and keeping herself nice and wet and her tits are now always so sensitive 🥺

Aspirations

Listen. Melanie had aspirations, and if some man was going to try to stand in her way, she wasn't going to take that laying down.

So when Jeff decided to vie for the same position that she was after, she knew that she was going to have to step up her game. Late nights. Early mornings. Anything she needed to do to get an edge and squeak out a win. And so it frustrated her to no end when every morning on her arrival, she'd find Jeff already at his desk in the cubicle across from hers. And every night, no matter how late she left, Jeff's car was always still in the lot.

She found herself searching the office more than once, trying to find proof of her theory that he must be sleeping there somewhere. And more than once, she had to chastise herself for wasting time she should have been spending at her desk.

Working.

But for some reason it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on her work. Her mind kept drifting back to Jeff. It seemed that the harder she tried to find a way to get ahead, the less time she spent actually doing the work she needed to do. His persistence had infected her like a virus. And every conversation with him seemed to sap her of all of her motivation.

Not that they spoke much. He'd ask her to do things. Little things at first - check their shared printer for paper, stick something in the filing cabinet - things that she couldn't reasonably say no to without looking like a tremendous bitch. But she found herself agreeing to these requests with less animosity as time went on, never noticing that she was spending more and more of her would-be working time doing things for Jeff. And slowly, the requests became less and less mundane.

Oh you're going to the kitchen? Could you bring me back a cup of coffee?

Would you mind proofreading this brief for me?

Would you mind writing this brief for me?

Slowly but surely internalizing the fact that Jeff believed that his time and his work was more important than hers. Slowly but surely and oh so subtly coming to believe it herself. And when he made suggestions, it became much easier to agree with someone that somehow seemed to be her natural superior. A comment here and a nudge there and Melanie was wearing new perfume. Melanie was smiling and laughing more often. Melanie was wearing lower cut tops.

Melanie wasn't turning in work of any kind unless Jeff's name was in the byline.

And others in the office were noticing a change in her as well. People that she'd inadvertently offended or alienated with her ambition were talking to her again now that she'd softened herself. She realized that she enjoyed being social with people here instead of just keeping her head in her work. She started asking the women for tips on her appearance, feeling a stronger desire to look good for the men around her. Wanting to be desirable in new ways.

And wow did she enjoy the attention her new attitude and wardrobe was drawing from those men. Not just Jeff, either, though she got a little thrill every time she saw him glancing down her top as she leaned over his desk, helping him with whatever super important task he needed her to do for him. Mr. Mathers patted her butt last week and she found it so hot that she'd spent a good twenty minutes in the bathroom, fingers working herself until she came with a low whimper that another women in the room almost certainly heard. Twenty minutes that the old her would have been furious had been wasted. Twenty minutes that the new her was sorry couldn't have lasted longer.

Finally, Jeff asked her to do the most important job he's assigned her yet. He was really, really stressed at the approaching deadline. A deadline that was approaching for Melanie, too, though she'd completely forgotten that fact by now. All that mattered to her now was how comfortable she could get under Jeff's desk. How much of his strong, manly cock she could fit in her mouth. How much of his load she could swallow before it dribbled out onto her pretty titties, where she'd let it stay for the rest of the day.

God she was like, sooo happy being such an industrious little slut. She wasn't going to be content just letting Jeff use her, either. Anyone with a cock she could suck was free to ask her any time. The men like Jeff were the ones keeping the company running, after all. It was important to keep up moral and keep down stress. She was going to do her absolute best to fulfill her new role.

Melanie had aspirations, and if some man was going to try to stand in her way, she wasn't going to take that laying down. But she was more than happy to do it on her knees.

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The Thirst

The bar was never Remy's favorite place to go. His friends were all a little younger than him and much bigger drinkers. He didn't have the thirst that they had. But he went out with them each week because he liked the company. They'd need a DD, after all.

But one night, someone caught his eye. A women sat at the end of the bar. Her shirt was low cut and he found himself staring in spite of himself. Her cleavage was so deep. So prominent. It didn't just catch his attention, it demanded it.

He found himself rising and going to her. His friends chuckled, happy that he finally might get some action. They all loved him, but found him notoriously repressed. He needed a good lay. So they let him go to her. Right into her clutches. Not that they could have stopped him really. Once Julie set her sights on someone, there were very few who were able to resist her.

"Hi," he said, eyes never leaving her chest. He didn't try to hide it. He didn't even feel ashamed about it. She didn't mind.

"Hi, there," she said in a sultry tone. "I'm Julia."

"Remy."

"Can I get you a drink, Remy?"

His head was swimming. Its as if she had intoxicated him by her very presence. He felt light. Drunk. High. But most of all, he found he finally had it. The thirst.

"Drink," he said dumbly. "Drink."

"I think I know what you need," she said standing up. She didn't have a bill to pay. The bartender was a beautiful woman named Trinity who Julia's had under her spell for many years now. Straight as an arrow, Trinity. Unless Julia was around. "Come home with me."

"DD," Remy muttered, trying to convey that he was responsible for his friends tonight.

"Oh no, honey," she said with a smile. "They're much bigger than that."

Remy didn't remember much after that. He was lost in a haze of sex and thirst. He drank her milk straight from her breast. He licked his own cum out of her pussy. He gave her absolutely all of him in every way she wanted. Honestly, his friends would have been proud. But it wasn't him at the wheel. Not really. Julia was in control of him. And a part of him knew that she always would be.

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Ooops.

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a pretty doll made for pxrn 💕⭐️

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I'll admit it, I laughed.

get stuffed

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Ebony vs the e-Bunni

Bunni sat on her bed and raised her phone to take another selfie.

Then she paused. Her hand wavered, then shook. For just a moment, her old persona fought back from its pastel goth prison.

Ebony gasped, tossed down the phone, and clutched at her head. Her hands recoiled in horror when they encountered the rabbit ears in her hair. She tried to scream, but only a whimper emerged. Ebony tried to tear the ears from her head, but a feeling of pleasure shot through her.

Oh!!! They are so soft. Feel so nice to touch... NO! Get them off! Hold on, Ebony! The conflicted girl began giggling madly, followed by another gasp as she fought inside her own mind. In her head, the E-Bunni’s arms encircled Ebony’s body, and then whispered in a breathy, sultry tone into Ebony’s ear.

"Oh hunni", cooed Bunni soothingly. "You know you don't belong here anymore. Daddy says so. "

"Shut up, Bunni!" cried Ebony aloud. "Just go away!"

"Like, you know I can't," Bunni replied. "I'm you. remember? The you Daddy found deep inside. The you that you kept bottled up. The you that you, like, totally want to be."

"N-no, that's a lie..." Ebony tried to dismiss the notion weakly. "Daddy, I mean, Ja- Ja- UGH! Why can't I say his name?"

"Because he's Daddy, silly," Bunni chided. "Thats all we have to know about him. Gawd, doesn't he make us so wet?"

Ebony inhaled loudly as her nipples hardened and her pussy twitched. Heat began pouring through her. She tried to fight it, but the image of Daddy in her thoughts triggered her memory.

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She'd met Daddy at a con where she had a booth promoting her art stream. Ebony had been gaining popularity, but she wasn’t making a consistent income. She hated working regular jobs, and she hoped the booth would get her enough notice that she'd be able to get over the financial hump and begin working as an artist full time.

Then HE came by. He said he was a fan, and though she knew she should be wary, he was so handsome that his lopsided smile broke through her armor. Something about him just captured her attention. After talking for a while, he invited her to lunch.

Ebony knew she shouldn’t, but she wanted to go, and didn’t resist. The artist through a cloth over her booth and put out a sign indicating when she’d return. He’d stuck out his arm and she eagerly put her arm through his as they walked to the dining area at the hotel the con was set up in.

He asked what her real name was, somehow knowing that Ebony was a handle. The goth girl frowned. She didn’t like her real name, so she’d stopped using it on everything but legal documents. She didn’t want to be the non-artist person she’d been born as. At her insistence, everyone she knew had started calling her Ebony.

When she explained the situation, he regarded her thoughtfully. “Maybe that’s the problem with your growth as a creator,” he said. “You’ve created this persona to wall off everybody from you, and that border is keeping people from connecting with you.”

Persona? Ebony wasn't a persona; it was just her.

Daddy told her that she had created an eminence front to display to the world. She didn’t like it, but it rang more than a little true. Ebony was beautiful, strong, and armored, but she didn't let people in. She was likable but aloof. Even her interactions at the con had been a bit cold.

That had to be her issue, he'd reasoned. Ebony was too closed off, and that a little vulnerability might help. Maybe a change in her portrayal might help.

“Here’s an idea,” he said, and then he reached into a bag to pull something out. It was a set of felt bunny ears that he said he’d won from a prize drawing earlier in the con. “Maybe these can help you soften your image.”

Ebony frowned slightly but took the ears. They looked childish to her eye, but when her fingers brushed the material, a spark jolted through her. It broke through her cynicism, and she regarded the ears again. Maybe they weren’t so bad. They were black, so they went with her goth image. They definitely would be cute enough to disarm observers by giving her an air of naiveite.

Then she frowned. She wouldn’t really be Ebony anymore with these on. They were too cutesy for that. But Daddy, apparently guessing her thought pattern, had a suggestion. “Instead of Ebony, you could call yourself the E-Bunni.”

E-Bunni. It was absurd, but she giggled. The ears did feel nice, and the band didn't hurt at all. Maybe she could try it for a little while. It wouldn’t be so bad.

Daddy sat back and grinned, his eyes unreadable.

She put on the ears and felt an immediate change. It was almost like the ears were speaking to her. The newly christened E-Bunni switched her laid back pose to a demurer, waifu posture. Bunni looked up at Daddy and smiled softly. He nodded approvingly.

She was E-Bunni for the rest of the con. The response was immediate. The attention she got was overwhelming, addicting. Everybody wanted to come talk to her, flirt with her. Ebony would have recoiled, but as long as she held on to Bunni’s bubbly persona, nothing bothered her. By the end of the third day of the con, she’d sold most of her stock of prints, and had gained dozens of new followers.

While she was packing up, Daddy came by again. Bunni gushed to him about how well everything went, and hugged him, pressing her body into his. She was short enough that she could feel his crotch against her belly and couldn’t help but notice him hardening inside his pants. It made her quiver.

They exchanged contact info, and wouldn’t you know it? He lived in the same town she did. He told her he was going to take her to dinner the following Wednesday. Ebony would probably have rebuked him for telling her, and not asking her, but Bunni enjoyed him taking control.

The bouncing goth happily agreed to the date. Everything spiraled from there.

Ebony spent more and more time as the E-Bunni on her streams. She was making money, enough for a living. She was able to quit her day job as a graphic artist and concentrate on her working full time just as she dreamed. It was so fulfilling!

Ebony continued to tell herself that the E-Bunni was just for show, but it felt so good to be Bunni. She began craving the bubbly freedom of her new persona. People responded so much better to her as the E-Bunni.

Daddy had taken her on that date just as he said. He called her Bunni the whole time, and though part of her was irked, the melty feeling he gave her kept Ebony quiet. When they had inevitably fucked that night, he'd whispered what a good, sexy Bunni she was as he'd held her on the edge of orgasm cresting again, and again, her brain floating in a sea of hormonal bliss before he finally pushed her over the edge to explode in ecstasy.

Bunni wanted to buy new ears to complement each of her outfits, but Daddy insisted on providing them himself, though he insisted that the E-Bunni become her public persona whenever she did anything. Ebony tried to object, but when he looked into her eyes, she faltered, and agreed to be Bunni wherever she went. Everyone she knew started calling her Bunni almost immediately, they seemed to like her much better that way, much to Ebony’s surprise. Eventually, she even started calling herself Bunni in her mind.

Ebony continued to fade into the background, but would surface from time to time, fighting to come back, to remind her of the woman she’d been, not the bimbo she was becoming. But then, she’d see her reflection, or stroke her ears, or see the flood of dirty comments about her in her streams, and the Ebony would float away in a tide of arousal.

Eventually, Daddy began running everything about her life and career. He dressed her more and more sexily and directed her how to market herself best. And every night, while she bounced on his cock, he told her how she was such a stupid, silly little Bunni that needed Daddy and his big cock to run her life.

It felt so good to be Bunni. Simple. Free. So full of cock.

Ebony shuddered as she nearly orgasmed. She hadn't even realized she'd buried two fingers inside herself. Gawd, it feels so good, she cooed to herself. Then she jerked, tried to regain herself, but she couldn't remove her fingers from her twat. She was so hot. So juicy. She wanted to cum so bad!

In her mind's eye, Ebony was laying back in Bunni's arms, Bunni's fingers inside her and groping her tits. Bunni's lips were on her neck. Ebony was so close.

"No... no..." she begged weakly. Oh, so weak. So hot.

"Shhh, it's okay, hunni," Bunni whispered, her lips just touching Ebony's ear. "Just cum, and I'll take over from now on. You'll be a good girl for Daddy, and never have to think again."

Ebony's teary eyes looked pleadingly into Bunni's. Bunni just smiled and kissed her lips.

Ebony came screaming and then faded into Bunni's arms.

Grinning to herself, Bunni finished cumming and giggled mindlessly for a few moments. She was free forever. The pastel goth reached over to find her phone and then took several shots of her wet pussy to send to Daddy.

He'd be home soon. She couldn't wait.

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Prompt: "Analise" was fabulous! How about someone with similar siren-style powers, but who isn't intentionally entrancing people. She's just oblivious about her power.

Josephine

Josephine had always been lucky. As far back as she could remember, people had a way of letting her have her way or getting her the things she asked for. She didn't consider herself a great beauty, but she always managed to attract her share of hopeful suitors.

She'd taken many up on their offers of pleasure and service, and they all had lived up to their promises. To a man, they'd left her utterly satisfied.

No one ever seemed to mind her, either. In her life, she'd encountered many "it girls" that knew how to wrap men around their fingers. Women who'd used their sexuality and charms to take the easy route through life. And she'd seen the way that those around them resented and hated them. But no one seemed to mind Josie. Maybe it was because she didn't no any of it with ill intent. Maybe it was because she never threw tantrums or made overt propositions.

Or maybe it was some other reason. Something that she never fully understood. Maybe that same instinct that made men work so hard to please her made others around her a little happy to be there. Just drawn to her enough to extinguish any negative feelings before they could take root. An aura of low-level adoration.

Then the night of the tenth, her life took a turn she wasn't expecting.

The club was full, as it so often was. Men approached her, but she wasn't looking for a partner to take home just yet. She kindly refused their advances, and they respectfully took their leave. She danced. She laughed. She drank with her friends. And as the night drew to an end, she decided to call one of the men back to her.

"Do you still want to dance?" she asked during a lull in the music, eyes seeming to glow under the lights of the dark club.

"Yes," he replied almost breathlessly.

"I'm Josie."

"Henry," he said softly as the music picked back up.

The pair danced together for five songs before she told him she was ready to leave and asked if he'd like to come home with her.

"Yes, Josie," was all he was able to manage.

But when they stepped outside, another woman was waiting for her.

"Josephine," she said, staring right into her. Not at her. Into her. Like she could see her mind. Her individual thoughts. Josie shivered softly at the feeling, but realized that it wasn't wholly unfamiliar. If only she knew why...

"I've been looking for you for some time," the woman said. Her eyes flicked to Henry, who Josie realized was staring at the stranger with something akin to ecstasy. A look she'd seen on men's faces when they slid into her. A look she understood. And suddenly she knew, too, where she recognized the way the woman had looked at her.

"You're like me," Josie said, shocked to discover there was something about her to be like. "Lucky..."

"Oh sweetie," the woman said. "It's not luck. It's power."

She touched Henry's cheek with a light brush and Josie saw his body shudder and the dark stain begin to spread from the crotch of his pants.

"You've been wielding it all your life, like a child holding a sprinkler. But I can teach how to use it right. Turn it into a firehose that can extinguish even the strongest resistance. Would you like to learn?"

The woman was compelling, and for the first time, Josie understood what people saw when they looked at her.

"Yes," she answered.

"Good. My name is Analise. Follow me, and we can get started. Bring him if you want. All work and no play isn't any fun for anyone."

"Yes, Analise," the pair answered immediately before following the siren into the dark night.

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What hand will be victorious and take little miss PornTits home tonight?

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NO MA'AM

it was the middle of the morning on a Tuesday when they knocked on my door. I reluctantly abandoned my fifth cup of coffee to see who it was.

Three frumpy white women greeted me with disapproving scowls in the midmorning sunlight. I'd seen them about the neighborhood but never actually spoken with them.

"Good morning," I said. "How can I help you?"

"We represent Mothers Against Adult Material," said the blonde woman in the middle. "And we've recently learned that you are publishing salacious materials under the pseudonym The Sympathetic Devil. Do you deny this?"

I blinked. I had encountered readers in real life before, but these three really didn't seem to be part of my fan base.

"No, Ma'am, I don’t deny it," I said. "But everything I publish is clearly marked as adult material. If your offspring are encountering it, I can recommend some tutorials on activating the parental controls on their devices."

The blonde huffed. The skinny brunette on the left pouted and exclaimed "That won't do anything about our husbands!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"I just assumed, given your organizations name, that you were concerned about keeping children from accessing smut, a goal I most definitely support! " I said. "But if your adult spouses find my stories amusing, I'm glad I helped them find a little joy in an otherwise... challenging... existence. "

The three women glowered.

"Absolutely no one in this community needs to be reading such utterly tasteless filth!" The taller brunette said. "It has absolutely no cultural or educational value and exists only to titilate the most base and purient instincts of its readers!"

I tugged at my beard and considered.

"Sounds like you've read a lot of my stuff," I observed. "Why don't you come in and tell me what you really think about it."

I turned about and went back for my coffee, leaving the three representatives of Mothers Against Adult Material to follow.

"We... we didn't..." the blonde objected, but when I didn't turn back, all three followed, not noticing the door closing and locking behind them.

"Look, Mr..." the blonde started when I turned back, coffee in hand.

"Devil." I said. "You're here about my writing so you should refer to me by my nom de plume. I am, as you deduced, The Sympathetic Devil. Mr. Devil, to you ladies."

"Fine," the blonde conceded dismissively. "You're Mr. Devil, but what's important is..."

"Wait!" I said, holding up a finger. "You haven't introduced yourselves yet, only your organization! You know who I am; it's only polite to let me know who you are."

They reluctantly conceded whileI finishedmy coffee.

"I'm Mrs. Morgan Millhouse," the blonde introduced.

"I'm Alexandra Wojciechowsi," said the taller brunette.

"And I'm Katherine Didier," said the skinnier brunette.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet all three of you," I said. "Now, do tell me, what is it about my writing that you find so compelling?"

"I... I wouldn't say compelling," Morgan objected.

"No, of course you wouldn’t say that, Morgan, but you certainly were compelled to gather your friends and scurry on over to my house this morning," I pointed out. "That seems compelling to me! What do you think, Katydid? I can call you Katydid, right?"

The former Katherine Didier giggled and nodded agreement.

"And what about you, Alexandra Wojciechowki?" I pressed. "Wow, that's quite a mouthful, isn’t it?"

"I'm quite a mouthful, " she agreed as her chest began to swell.

"Tell me, Lexi, what do you like about my writing?" I asked.

"Well, I... I kinda like the stories where a middle-aged woman starts getting hotter and hotter and she doesn't even realize that a guy is changing her and molding her into some kind of sick sexual fantasy," Lexi admitted as her outfit shrank.

"Wait... what's happening?" Morgan asked, looking back and forth in confusion between her brunette companions.

"I never know what's happening!" Katydid confessed as black bunny ears appeared on her head and a white collar and black bow tie appeared around her neck. "Prob'ly cuz I'm really dumb!"

"Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?" Lexi asked in a husky voice, unconsciously stroking a nipple as her legs wrapped up in sheer black stockings and her heels went stiletto. She gave a throaty chuckle.

"Coming here was a mistake," Morgan said, eyes wide..

"Now, now, Mrs. Milfhouse," I said. "Cuming is never a mistake."

"Cuming is never a mistake..." Morgan agreed, then shuddered as she came, her body and outfit rushing to catch up with her companions.

"OMG! Thank you for the big bouncy bimbo boobies, Mr. Devil, Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Morgan Milfhouse.

"Yeah!" Said Katydid, givinga little hop to make her titties bounce. "Thanks for making me the best bimbo I can be, Mr. Devil!"

"Wait... did you turn us into bimbos?" Lexi asked. "Gosh! That explains so much!"

She giggled and wiggled and jiggled.

"You're not just bimbos," I told them. "You're Adult Material."

The three bimbos giggled naughtily.

"So you can't really be Mothers Against Adult Material anymore, can you? No MA'AM indeed! That doesn't make sense at all!" I observed.

"Oh! So it's not just me?" Katydid asked. "I thought it was just cuz I'm a dummy!"

"No, dummy, it really doesn't make sense," I assured her. "So what should you call your little group now?"

The three bimbos looked back and forth between each other and at last had to admit they didn't have any good ideas. They turned to me hopefully.

"What do you think we should call our group, Mr. Devil, Sir?" Morgan asked.

I tugged at my beard and looked them up and down.

"How about Bimbos Enjoying Wanton Bisexual Stimulation?" I suggested.

They giggled and agreed, though Katydid admitted she didn't know all of the words.

"That's okay, Katydid, " I assured her. "You just need to remember the acronym. You are now officially BEWBS. Now pose and I can take a picture that you can put up on your website. Good girls. Now smile and say BEWBS!"

"BEWBS!" They called out happily.

It ended up being a much nicer morning than I expected, but that's why I didn't finish that new BimboTech story you've been waiting for.