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bmbochangetales · 24 days ago

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Alex was exhausted as he walked in the door. The worn out, frustrated and more or less defeated teacher knew he should be excited. Not only was this another week down in what was proving to be an especially difficult school year, but it was now officially spring break. Which meant he could actually relax for a couple days, at least, before trying to catch up on his work. He wanted to be excited, but he was running on empty and needed to recharge his batteries before anything resembling excitement was possible.

He threw his bag down at the doorway and hung up his jacket. Some of the other teachers had gone out for a celebratory drink at a nearby pub but Alex was pretty sure that a beer would only put him to sleep right now so he decided to forego the event. Knowing his staff, there’d be another party (or two) in the coming days for him to attend once he felt a little more rested.

Heading into the kitchen, what he saw sitting on the table brought an immediate smile to his face. The purple bag of candy that had become something of a tradition for Alex and his wife, Briana.

“Bri?” he called out, “you home?”

The house was quiet which didn’t exactly surprise Alex; he typically beat his wife home from work. But he didn’t remember seeing the bag on the table when he left for work this morning. Then again, he hadn’t had his coffee yet so it wasn’t totally unreasonable that he just didn’t notice it in his sleep deprived state.

Now, though, the bag of chocolate eggs seemed to energize Alex a little. Briana had managed to surprise him and he was feeling an urge to repay the favour. Grabbing the bag from the table, he decided that he’d get started on the first batch. With any luck, he’d finish before she got home and Briana would get to come home to the smell of freshly baked cookies.

He turned the oven on and grabbed his laptop from the living room to pull up the recipe. He didn’t have the exact recipe that he and Briana used, but he found one that sounded close enough and went to work.

As the oven heated up, Alex got started on the cookies. When it came time to crush the chocolate eggs, Alex popped a few in his mouth. The candy gave him another little boost of energy as he rushed to get the dough ready. He worked with an extra spring in his step that he hadn't had in weeks, months even. Alex was so excited; he couldn't wait to see the look on Briana's face when she got home.

Finally, everything was mixed together and ready to go in the oven. Alex left the cookie dough covered beaters for Bri as an extra bonus. He wasn't really a raw cookie dough person, but he decided that he would enjoy a couple more of the chocolates.

His phone rang on the counter, shaking him from his highly-focused state. Looking over to it, he saw it was his wife. He smiled to himself before answering, "Hey babe, what's up?"

The greeting was met with a laugh, "Well, you sound way happier than you did this morning."

"It's spring break," Alex said, "besides, since when do you complain about me being in a good mood?"

"Oh no, not complaining. This is good! I just didn't expect it. Anyway, I'm just leaving now so I'll be home soon. Did you see what I left on the table?"

"Did I ever," he responded, a knowing smile as he glanced over at the bowl of cookie dough. "We making them tonight?"

"Yeah! I thought I'd get all cute and we could start the break by baking cookies and drinking wine," Briana giggled.

"It's a date! I better go freshen up then," he said, really just wanting to get back to the cookies. If she was just leaving work, he knew he would have probably just enough time to get the first batch done and cooled and put the second batch in.

"Alright, see you soon. Love youuu!"

"Love you too, see ya when you get home."

Hanging up the phone, Alex wasted no time getting back to work. He scooped the first batch onto the baking sheet and slid them into the oven. He set his timer and started to clean up a little.

A few minutes later, the chime of the timer told Alex his cookies were done. As soon as he opened the oven door, the wonderful smell of sweets bombarded him and filled the house with even more of that delicious aroma. He checked one of his creations to see how they held up and determined they were done. He threw them on the cooling rack before getting the second batch ready and putting them in. Finishing up some cleaning, Alex waited a couple minutes for the first ones to cool before finally getting to sample his wares.

"Oh wow, these are so good," he said, taking a bite into the still-warm cookie.

Then, as suddenly as seeing the bag of chocolate had energized him, another feeling entirely crashed into him like a tidal wave. But it wasn't the same exhaustion and tired, achy feeling that he had felt before; whatever this was, it felt kind of good.

“Whoa…” his head was spinning now. Alex tried to blink it away but he couldn’t shake the feeling. “I need to sit down.”

His head felt warm, the tingling sensation growing stronger as he brought his hand to his temples and rubbed them. It was then that he noticed that his short, brown hair was down to his shoulders. And it was getting lighter.

“What the hell?” he asked, looking down at his now caramel-coloured locks. Only they didn’t say that way for long. His hair was still growing, almost down to his chest at this point, and growing blonder by the second.

Other changes began to take hold. A similar feeling coursed through his body. An intense, pleasurable surge of heat rose inside of him. His chest burned as, suddenly, two volleyball-sized breasts appeared, sitting high and proud on his chest. His hands went to them quickly, a soft moan escaping his plumping lips as soon as the large, soft boobs were touched.

“Ohmygod…”

His body continued to change. His hips flaring out as his waist tapered in. His muscular legs melted into long, shapely ones that, coupled with how tiny his waist now was, truly highlighted the magnificent bubble his butt had swelled into.

He let out a breathy, lust-filled gasp as he felt the bulge in his pants disappear as he ceased being a “he” completely. Alex’s facial features continued to soften into feminine perfection as she brushed a stray strand of sunny blonde hair from her eyes.

“Wha-what just happened?” she squeaked, her voice a soft and cutesy melody. She barely had enough time to try and piece things together before another pleasurable wave washed over her.

“Ahhhh, again?”

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples again before she felt something atop her head. Her hands briefly explored upwards before Alex stopped and rushed to the nearby mirror. Looking at her reflection, she couldn’t help but notice a pair of blonde bunny ears coming from her hair. Behind her, she felt a similar feeling above her booty as a bushy tail formed as well.

“Oh my gosh! So cute!” she squealed, feeling her new additions and surprised to find they were in fact real.

As she admired her new self, pastel-coloured highlights coated the tips of her hair, leaving flourishes of soft pinks, blues and greens among the blonde’s wavy mane. The change neared its finish as Alex’s ill-fitting clothes morphed into a pink bunnysuit and white sheer leggings. A matching pink bowtie appeared around her neck as cuffs wrapped around her wrists. Pink heels lifted the brand new bunnygirl a few inches off the ground.

Her mind swirled a final time as Alex became April. The former teacher forgot that life of stress as memories of her life as a sweet, kinda ditzy bunnygirl with a love for the sweeter things in life. She squeezed her thighs together as her libido rose, leaving her in a constant fog of arousal, adding to her airheaded nature. Her hands began to roam her shapely body absent-mindedly as she nibbled on her glossy pink lip before the oven’s chime, signaling that the second batch of cookies had completed, snapped her from her daze.

“Oh yay!” she cheered, skipping back towards the oven.

As she did, she heard the garage door open. Briana was home. April was now bouncing with excitement as she heard her wife come into the house.

“Oooh, it smells so good in here,” she called out.

April beamed her brilliant smile as she went to greet her “Bri-bun” with a massive hug, “Heya cutie, how was your day?”

Briana froze as the busty blonde broke from her hug, “Uh, who are you?”

“Oh you!” April giggled, “I’m your wife, silly!”

“But, that-. “

“Shhh, here! Have a cookie!” April said, presenting one of their delicious cookies seemingly out of thin air. “I wanted to surprise you!”

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bmbochangetales · 29 days ago

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Just a friendly reminder...

Trans rights are human rights

Trans women are women

Trans men are men

Fuck TERFs

And fuck JK Rowling specifically

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bmbochangetales · 1 month ago

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Bunnies Don't Make Bimbo Gardens

This is based on a series by Dictionary Rainbow on mcstories.com. They deserve full credit for the scenario.

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Karen was at peace in her backyard. A lovely Saturday afternoon to take it easy. She worked tirelessly at the soil of her garden as she planted more of her flowers already in bloom. She dressed in a plain old blue shirt and torn jeans since the task was often more messy than it was probably worth. Her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her unmade up face were very plain as she wiped her brow for dampness. A sudden rustling from the back of her small garden patch caught her attention. Sitting back she craned her neck to see what it could be. Poking it’s head up from the underbrush was a small white rabbit.

“Oh aren’t you just adorable?” Karen grinned as the little critter gave a wiggle to its cute nose.

She went back to tending to her garden as the rabbit hid beneath the plants. Karen thought to herself whether or not they ate tomatoes like the ones she was planting. Tomatoes about the size of her breasts she thought. A strange thought really. It was true though as they jostled around in her fitted top and lacy bra. Their softness bouncing against her arms as she moved the dirt around. Maybe she should have worn some more disposable clothes with all the dirt around. Well it can’t be that dirty if that cute little white bunny was still clean. He wiggled his little nose at her again.

Karen sat back as she took a breather fanning herself. Planting these apple trees was hard work! The cool air whisked over the top of her big perky breasts in her low cut blue blouse. Handfuls to be sure. They heaved in her tight bra as she caught her breath. It really was a beautiful day so of course she had to look good too, even if it meant getting a little dirty. Her jean shorts left her tone legs bare all the way to her sandals. She waved her hands to cool off her face, as to not mess up her light layer of make up. Her hair still pulled back into its blond streaked ponytail as she shook her head from side to side. Despite the heat it really was a nice day. She couldn’t wait for her little trees to grow big and make some nice shade for her. Looking over at them she could see the shy little bunny hiding behind the too thin trunk of the adolescent tree. She could almost swear it’s nose twitched, at her?

“You are just so sweet! Do you like grapefruits too?” Kari asked the little critter as if it would answer.

She couldn’t believe how cute that little bunny was. She didn’t want to scare it away so she leaned over so she didn’t seem so large. While she seemed smaller it did nothing to make her large breasts seem any smaller as they bulged out to top of her tiny top. They glistened with sweat as they wobbled in their tight confines. So slippery that had it not been for her stiff nipples, they may have fallen out. Her top was so brief it only stopped just below her breasts leaving her midsection completely bare. As she bent over it forced her plump rear into the air. Jean shorts could only cover so much when they were a size too small as her cheeks peaked out the bottom of them. She gave her bottom a little wiggle as she reached out to pet the little bunny.

“It’s ok. I just wanna pet your fuzzy lil head,” she cooed as the bunny’s nose wriggled.

She pouted her thick red lips as the bunny took refuge behind one of her cantaloupes. She had tried not to scare it. What had gone wrong? Pulling back the massive weight on her chest dropped as the huge orbs let gravity take hold in her thin blue tube top. The elastic nature of the top let it grip her heavenly mounds tight as they decided whether or not they wanted to escape out the bottom or top of it as they bounced. As she looked down into her cleavage, a small pool of sweat was forming. Their lovely bronze color looked almost edible from all her tanning out in her backyard. No tan lines of course as she would be completely nude. The feeling of smashing her fat tits into her reclined lounge chair to tan made her squeeze her thick thighs together. A light baby blue thong that was by far not even close to dry was wedged into her nethers as she rubbed her legs together. The thin string rose over her nearly nonexistent jean miniskirt as it bunched around her wide hips. Clearing her hips the string emerged again only disappear into the round jiggly cheeks behind her before flaring to try and cover her leaky and aroused sex buried betwixt her meaty thighs. Rearing back further she propped herself on her 4 inch wedge heels as she spread her legs wide. Her scent filled the air as she rose to her feet. She walked to her nearby patio chair with such sexual power that her clothes struggled to contain their loads. Upon reaching the chair she bent at the waist resting her hands on the arms of the chair. Looking over her shoulder she giggled as she gave the bunny the view of it’s life. It’s little nose mimicked her rear shifting from side to side.

Kari nearly toppled over as her tits pulled her down onto her lounge chair. She tried to adjust herself as her blond pigtails obscured her view. Finally she flipped herself around so that she was facing her garden and next to the crystal clear pool she’d recently had installed. Right? Of course she wanted to get a good tan so she had it put in. Laying on her back her vision was completely blocked by tits. The massive things jutted ridiculously from her chest as the tiny bikini tried to hold them together. A difficult task when both were well over the size of her head. As she propped herself up on the backrest they still hide most of her view. Her entire lower body was hidden. The long legs with juicy thick thighs that collided with her ample hips and giant ass that she rested on. Both finding a way to make her thong look even more useless as it struggled to stay on let alone cover anything. Her globular cheeks spread wide beneath her as she panted in sexual need as she opened her legs. She was radiating heat from below as her hands made there way there. Her upper arms squeezing her massive jugs together while she gently stroked her pussy through the thin material. Her left hand broke from its task as it casually, and somehow knowingly, reached off to the nearby table and grabbed a bottle of half used oil. Flicking the top open with a long manicured pink nail she started to empty the container onto herself starting with her steaming crotch. The cool oil felt euphoric as her other hand spread it all over. Her crotch and thighs dripped down to her ass as she began to erratically pour it onto herself the same time she began playing with her clit. She twitched at her own sensitivity causing a stray squirt to hit her beloved tits. How had she managed to forget those? She bit her fat lower lip as she deposited a sizable amount of oil onto her mountainous tits. Inserting two fingers into herself she finally ran the bottle dry as it liberally coated her chest. Lazily she tossed the bottle aside as she massaged the slick substance into her melons. She moaned as her hand tried futiley to grope and squeeze as much of her oversize orbs as it could. Four hands wouldn’t be enough for her even if she had them. She did love seeing them smash and bulge as they were manipulated, by her or others. She loved her big titties. They jiggled and bounced as she humped her hand while the other looked to be valiantly trying to cover as much ground as possible. She felt close as the chair creaked from her curvacious weight rockimg back and forth. A small whine started up as she ride to higher levels of pleasure. Slowly its pitch and intensity rose as she neared her climax. She looked past her massive bouncing titties and out to her garden. Mostly a failed project due to her being not all that bright. Most of her plants had died. All except two huge watermelons. Peaking out from behind one was the small white bunny. With a gently bob of its nose, she came.

“Oh GAWD!” she screeched in a high pitch as darkness overtook her.

It wasn’t the first time Kay Kay was confused. Everything had gone dark. Slowly she opened her heavily made up eyes. Her long lashes fluttered as she took stock of the blurry wall in front of her. Slowly the tingling in her twitching body was easing up as she began to move her limbs. Using her arms she sat up with quite the effort. Of course if you had tits twice the size of your head it would be too. They completely overwhelmed and made a mockery of her thin micro sling bikini. Her thick nipples weren’t even covered as her tits billowed from her breaths. She was still slick and drenched in oil as she sat up straddling the lounge chair. Her thick toned thighs gripped it as her dainty feet landed on the ground in her blue glitter covered stilettos. Arching her back thrust her mighty rear out as the swim floss separated her thunderous cheeks where her platinum blond pigtail braids pooled and clung as they met with her oil slicked body. A small shiver rang through her lower half causing her dangly bellybutton ring to shimmy with her ample curves as she came down from her earth-shattering orgasm. Her permanent pout still moist from a mix of lip gloss, drool, and oil. Oil that had come from nearly suffocating herself in her own titties as she came. With her chest thrust out they nearly rested in her lap. Large and round they dominated her body and in fact her mind. Not much of a gift in that area, she spent most of her time trying to look pretty or chase one of her many thunderous orgasms. The table next to her was very much backing that up, with a plethora of sex toysm pleasuring oilsm and lubes she was no doubt in for a good time. The patio and pool ended next to her garden where she had a product that her inept mind hadn’t managed to kill off yet. Her pride and joy. One very large pumpkin. And peeking from behind it, the cutest white bunny ever.

“Like, hey Mr. Bunbun! Come an’ cuddle with me,” she sung at the fluffy creature.

The bunny however was not persuaded and hopped off around the pool finally disappearing into the shack of pool equipment.

Her oversexed face would have frowned if it could have. “Oh poo. Mr. Bunbun doesn’t want to play. But I bet Mark, like, totes will,” she thought out loud as she pictured the pool boy from down the road that was due to come by today.

She loved teasing the college kid with her sexy nearly naked body as he tried to do his job. She could always see his erection as she tanned and oiled herself up. He was so adorable. Almost as much as Mr. Bunbun. She gasped as she had a eureka moment. Maybe Mark could capture Mr. Bunbun for her! Then she could totally reward him for it. She knew he loved her massive titties and she loved when people played with them. She thumbed her fat nips just thinking about him fondling, sucking, or fucking them. Her crotch was already on fire again as she played with herself unhindered. Well until she heard the doorbell ring. Suddenly pulled away from her titty play she almost pouted until she realized who it probably was. Mark was here! Kay Kay leapt up as fast as her heavy jugs would let her, nearly destroying the swimsuit in the process. With a sexual gate to her wide hips she clacked her way to the front door on her heels that sent her tits bouncing. She couldn’t wait to show him Mr. Bunbun and reward him properly. Hopefully in a way that ended up with his dick in her. Passing through the back door into the cool interior of her house that set her nipples even harder she failed to notice a small brown bunny in her garden next to a recently planted cucumber plant that Kay Kay had no recollection of planting next to her pumpkin but had plenty of room to grow.

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bmbochangetales · 1 month ago

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Beta Reader Changes

“ Hey! Sorry I’m late! Do you have what you want me to check over?” Sarah the beta reader came to the video meeting.

“I’m stuck. I know you don’t usually write sexual stuff so I don’t know if you can help”

“Well I I usually role play to hash out my stories so let’s try for yours. I’m sure we can do this like adults. Send me your files so I can immerse myself more. Do you have a spiral file by chance like the clip we used to edit your last book?

“Yeah, I’ll send it, and I’ll talk you through it while you wait he prepared the files and then began his explanation.

“Okay, a guy agreed to help this girl focus on her work with his hypnosis video. He doesn’t realize he sends an experimental one that’s to create a bimbo transformation because it��s called “B focus” and “be focused”. He didn’t realize he labeled them so closely”

“Okay, accidental file swap. This sounds good so far.” Sara listened more.

“She does the file and wakes up the next day refreshed. She had dreamed of being a huge bimbo but brushed it off. So refreshed so puts effort to her appearance, make up and dressing cute. She does her work. It’s hard to do but she just feels so good. She reports to him and he says make yourself more comfortable and just follow. She does and takes it as wear comfy lingerie and keep her make up on. He sends her version two of the wrong file once more and that’s where I’m stuck. I need her transformation worked out to get to the part so he can fix it”

“Okay so kind of like lead to the climax so he can save the day?” She questioned.

“ I think so” she thinks his answer.

Sarah’s computer pinged “ oh the files came through, good I can work them. You even sent a fake hypnosis file to help. Good! Okay give me a minute to immerse” she read over quick as the video file loaded on her computer. He just waited patiently.

“Download complete” her computer informed her. “Okay. I don’t believe in hypnosis but let me just look at the spiral so I feel like the character” a pink light filled her screen. She stared.

“Let yourself relax” he said. Sara nodded as she leaned back and got more comfortable. She watched the spiral just move gently around and around. It was relaxing. Maybe not to change her brain but to relax, hypnosis might be a thing.

“Sara you ready?” He snapped her out along her trance.

“Oh...umm... yeah,” she stumbled over speaking “I just had a thought. Let me dress like her. You don’t mind if I wear lingerie just so we can beat your writer’s block, right?”

“I mean only if your comfortable Sara.” He said calmly.

“Oh yeah I totally trust you. Let’s see, it says here magenta pink silk and lace top and matching silk shorts that gave her plenty of space to grow. I think I actually have that” she walked away, just thinking of the spiral. She quickly dressed and figured make up was in order. She felt so good as she strutted back.

“Oh wow, you did have it. What a strange coincidence. I’m sorry” he apologized. She put her hand up and shook her head. “ Don’t worry, it’s a common set to own I think” she said not remembering buying it. She went back to reading and she realized something.

“Oh you know this character doesn’t have a name yet, what do you think?”

“ I couldn’t think of one. Suggestions?”

“Ummm, hmmm like it should’ve a name that doesn’t change. Like normal but bimbo sounding. Bimbo, Bimbo...Bimbo...bi....BiBi! Like BiBi. It sounds silly and sexy but could be a normal name.”

“Okay BiBi!” He scribbled some notes.

“ Call me BiBi well we role play! It will help me role play and stay in character so we can get this story right!” She felt kind of cute being called BiBi!

“Okay Bibi, just watch the spiral for a few minutes and you should feel a change” he read out of his writing. “Make sure your comfortable and really focused on the spin and colors”

She opened the file and stared. Shades of pink and white swirled on her screen he watched he through the video and could see the purple swirl start. Her mouth gasped open as she just stared.

“‘BiBi felt her body get soft and relaxed with the swirl on her screen” he read out “she relaxed so much that drool slipped out of her lips” He watched Sara as BiBi as a strand of saliva fell from her lips. “She felt her body get hot but ignored it as the spiral slowed and added blue to the colors. Words started to appear. Bimbo popped on the screen like a pretty pink bubble and popped as drool continued to drip down to her B cup breasts” Sara as BiBi felt her breast get wet and she swore the word was on her screen but the colors kept her calm. She felt so hot but this spiral was cool. This was so good she thought waiting for more guide.

“The word ditz appeared on screen and a pair of oversized lips sucked the word in as BiBi followed, her lips swelling two sizes bigger.” Sara being BiBi imagined it and felt her lips make the sucking motion. It really felt like her lips were getting bigger and her head felt so light and empty. Like she ate the word ditz to make her one. She just dazed out thinking , she always wanted bigger lips. They really felt like they had swollen. She touched them.

“ BiBi poked her lips as more colors appeared. So much drool was covering her chest but she felt so relaxed. Her head tingled as her hair grew out using what was of her intelligence to get long lucious red hair. She was getting dumber but she liked the feeling”

Bibi’s head was super tingly. Her hair tickled and she caught a flash of red. She just felt as she drilled out of her mouth more as her head emptied of intelligence. She felt so good. Maybe she should do some intelligence loss when this role play is over. She felt like really dumb. It felt so good. And her hair looked amazing.

“”Dumbing down, sexy girl. Horny bimbos are fun. appeared in the swirls. Bimbos are dumb ditzy sexy girls! Feel your clothes change, ”repeated for 10 minutes on the screen but to BiBi it felt like seconds ” he read nervous about this part.

BiBi read the words appearing on her screen. They kept flashing. She could be dumber. She was becoming sexy. She was horny so she was fun. She focused as she felt her mind melt the little bit left. She became so turned in she began humpimg in her chair. Her nipples became hard from being so horny. The spiralwas right though this was fun. She looked down to see her outfit change. It became a dress only appropriate to wear to a strip club. He enjoyed the shift seeing the former Sara immersed in her new role. He was almost done.

“Tits inflating now flashed on the screen. BiBi giggled as she felt silicon filling her chest. She loved this new spiral. She was looking like her dream last night. Huge G cup tits grew. She loved her enormous titties.” He read getting confident in his plan.

Were there words on her screen? Sara...noo BiBi giggled because she felt so silly. This couldn’t really happen. She looked down to see her tits slowly pumping up. Tiny Bs grew to Cs past a full D and melon sized DD. They began bouncing at E. So fake and delicious at F. They stopped at G although she wanted them one more size up. But she loved them. She gave them a shake. He was getting so horny from seeing her change and become his dream bimbo.

“You love your juicy ass. Enjoy it and shake it. The screen is a rainbow dominated by pink as BiBi sees bimbo flashing 100 times making her mind a bimbo forever. BiBi focused so hard as the final transformations to her body and mind took hold. She was horny and ready to fuck” he was excited.

BiBi stood up and her tiny dress rose up as her ass swelled. She showed it to the camera becoming like two basketballs. She would probably never find pants again. She stared at the screen as it flashed rainbow and pink with bimbo. She couldn’t blink as it flashed altaking it’s hold on her. She needed cock why was he in the computer. She needed him.

“BiBi felt so good and free. Bimbo life is for me said BiBi. She never wanted to change back. She would have to find master and show him this was better, she quickly got a cab to his house. She would be a good Bimbo for him” BiBi looked at the camera “ bimbo life is for me, let come and show you”

He paused for a second “my card is in you purse give it to the ya I driver and you may try to show me” she scrambled towards her purse and the door. She put on pink high heels as she got a cab. She was ready to be BiBi.

He’ll miss having her as a beta reader but she makes a much better bimbo anyways, he thought as posted for a beta reader for his newest story, finally complete. He stroked Bibi’s head as she sucked his dick. The role playing was continuing on and on. And BiBi got her happy ending.

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bmbochangetales · 1 month ago

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A synergistic potion cocktail of "Words Matter" and "Talk Dirty to Me." "Words Matter" makes it so any comment you receive for the next 24 hours will change you to make it true while "Talk Dirty to Me" makes everyone you interact with project their dirtiest, horniest fantasies onto you in words.

Dirty Words Matter - Sugar Patron Story

(Wild enough, this is VERY similar to my last Sugar Patron Poll Idea! So anon just unlocked a full story!)

Poor Layla was hurrying to get projects completed and important tasks finished. After having the holidays off, she was feeling the repercussions on her return to work.

She wasn't paying much attention to the drink that came with her latest DoorDash order. She grabbed her drink and took a sip, half-paying attention to her meal in what was becoming a working lunch.

Except something was amiss. She couldn't place her finger on it, but the drink was cloyingly sweet and gave her goosebumps. She had no clue it was not actually her Diet Dr. Pepper. No, a mischievous alchemist had given her something that was a mix of a "Talk Dirty to Me" potion and a "Words Matter" potion. Well, AND a Diet Dr. Pepper.

"I guess the drink's gone bad. Meh." Layla didn't question it and finished her food before heading out the door for a meeting. She caught a look of herself in the mirror, realizing her pants were snug. "Ugh, everything I eat goes straight to my ass."

Layla felt a churning in her tummy, but she was oblivious to the effects of the potion as it latched onto those words, making them true. Her most recent meals and the fats and nutrients they provided shifted and her ass bulked up right before her eyes! But rather than react, she just looked at herself and... yes, her ass was always fluctuating like this. It was a weird quirk about the way she put on weight. No sense in dwelling on it, but she really did need new pants.

Her meeting was close by, so she decided she could just walk. That proved to be a bit of a misstep. A group of frat bros with nothing to do on winter break passed Layla by and laughed amongst themselves, pointing at her ass when she passed. "That's how I like my girls, boys; dummy thicc!"

Ugh! Layla didn't get why they were like that. She may have had a bubble butt, but... woah. Her stomach was acting up again. And her pants were desperate for an upgrade, because suddenly it felt like her hips and thighs were just double-stuffed into her denim, threatening to break free in wobbly defiance!

Why did she even get upset by that again? Maybe she had missed something; she was kind of a dummy. She managed okay, but everyone knew Layla was flighty and missed the point sometimes. Almost like little bits of her brain went poof!

"Nah," one of the other men answered, leering at Layla. She wasn't unfamiliar with men being perverts, but something about the way he looked at her, she felt like he was picturing her so... vividly. "You know me; I'm a simple guy. A fat ass is nice, but she deserves a nice pair of milk jugs to wrap around me."

The men walked away, but Layla nearly doubled-over. Whatever she ate was really weighing on her. It definitely wasn't the pounds and pounds of fat and milk swelling in her shirt. Her breasts ballooned several sizes, with her bra adjusting to find her new size like she was always a bombshell.

And dammit, she was leaking through said bra AGAIN! Layla's milky problem didn't have a real cause, nor did it have an end in sight. It was just part of her life, and people knew that.

Finally arriving to her agent's office, Layla stopped by to talk to his secretary. She was always nice, if disinterested in Layla's presence. But today, she was eager to call Layla over to check out her computer. "Come on, take a look at this guy."

Layla expected a Hemsworth or something, but nope. Her agent's secretary was showing her a muscular man dominating a fat-bottomed girl that looked a lot like Layla from the back. And all this on a work computer! "That's, um..."

"Oh, come on," the secretary chided. "It's hot. Don't you just feel every ounce of feminism leave your body looking at a stud like that?"

Layla wanted to reply, but her eyes were transfixed on the screen and her stomach was filled with butterflies. Watching a strong man like that put some slutty girl in her place did have an effect on her. She'd always considered herself a feminist, but watching the pornographic display, she wondered if she ever believed any of it. Maybe she was faking it for the right guy to come along and show her how to be inferior.

"Anyway, Mr. Silver can see you now!"

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah!"

Layla walked into her agent's office, ass and thighs bouncing as she walked, reminding her that she was more of a sex object than she would admit.

"Layla! Good to see you. Please close the door." Mr. Silver wasn't sitting behind his desk, but rather leaning in front of it. That gave Layla a chance to really appreciate his body; toned, strong. "You're leaking again? We could have rescheduled the meeting!"

Layla blushed, covering her chest with her arms! "Oh, it's nothing. I didn't want to be an inconvenience. I'm sorry I've been delayed, but I've made a lot of progress on my latest manuscript!"

"Working hard?" He smirked. "You're such a people pleaser. It's like you never learned to say no."

Layla blinked. The sentence replaced in her head again, but that last world felt funny. She knew it, in concept. But it was just... not something she could bring herself to say? It felt off limits. Especially if it prevented her from pleasing others. "Yes, sir."

Mr. Silver looked her over, his head filled with lusty thoughts about one of his writers. She had a lewd body and something about her made it hard not to picture her in compromising positions. And if she couldn't say no... "Don't cover your tits."

It was such a bold thing to say in a work setting! But Layla nodded. "Yes, sir," and put her arms down.

"...Take that shirt off."

"Y-yes, sir." Layla didn't know if this was ethical behavior, but she was told to do it, and Mr. Silver's face was clearly one of pleasure.

The man grinned. "Bend over my desk."

Layla complied, getting into position, but she did feel her conscience tug at the need to say something. "Sir, you're... married, right?"

Normally, that would give him pause, but watching this thicc bitch bent over, it was hard not to imagine his vivid fantasies. His perverse idealized version of Layla. "Oh, don't get boring. What do you girls say? You're just entering your Villain Era."

The fluttering in Layla's stomach was starting to settle. Why was she concerning herself with her Agent's wife? She wasn't here, right? That was on her. Besides, fucking her way to some better book deals was a possibility Layla never considered before. But it felt right. It felt good. "Whatever you want, Sir."

He chuckled. "Normally, my type's more of a dumb blonde, but you'll do just fine."

Layla giggle, feeling him press her down on the desk further, watching the wisps of platinum blonde fall in front of her eyes. It came with a sense of lightheadedness. The facts settled in; this wasn't even the first time this had happened.

It wasn't like Layla was smart enough to be a good writer. But Mr. Silver couldn't resist a curvy blonde hottie with a room temperature IQ. "I love being your type, Sir."

"Of course you do," he answered, smacking Layla's now-bared ass to watch it jiggle. You're so well-behaved for me. So... what do you say in those trashy books of yours? Oh, right; submissive and breedable."

Layla shuddered as the last of the potion in her system did its work, altering what was in her pants. Not only did her modest girlcock shrivel away, but it was quickly replaced with a dripping wet cunt and all the bits inside waiting to be bred by her boss.

He knew she was fertile, but he didn't care. He loved how obedient she was, and Layla loved how this dominant daddy was going to tell her what to do and set her up for life in the process.

Layla Drank a Potion! (OG Post)

(Thank you to my Sugar Patrons for helping me with another fun poll of suggestions! And for the anon who gave me an excuse to finally use them! Find ways to support me as a Sugar Patron on my Discord!)

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Thot, Er, Thought-Interface BetterU!

You didn't hate the way you looked, but who didn't have something they would fix if they had the chance? After opting into the Thought-Interface BetterU program, you had that chance!

You returned home and activated the implant in your head, seeing the interface in your vision. It was surprisingly intuitive, opening new options when you thought about them and letting you customize with another simple thought.

You almost didn't believe it, so you thought small. [Hair] was one of the first options available, and you always thought your dishwater blonde hair was drab, so why not try...

Hair: Red

You watched in the mirror as your hair shifted like your hue sliders were moving, deepening into a rich, vibrant red. It was perfect, but did it match your dark eyes?

Eyes: Gray-Blue

That was quick! This was so responsive! But those were such tame changes. Shifting your stormy eyes down further, you always thought your lips were too thin, and—

Lips: Slightly Plump, Heart-Shaped

Well, that tingled! Your lips filled out until they looked perfectly kissable. You want a nice tiny build to go with this pretty face, but you can't help thinking of things that could use a little more plumpness and shape, too. You turned and looked over her shoulder, thinking...

Build: Petite Butt: Full, Round

Your rather unimpressive ass expanded out, each cheek round and prominent. You were thinking about more of a bubble butt, but you could adjust that. At least you weren't so flat; now that you had the option, that was the furthest thing you wanted to be.

Breasts: E, Natural

"Wait, wait, what?" That wasn't what you were thinking! You gasped as your chest warmed up and filled with fatty tissue, straining against your thin white top! At this rate, what good were your clothes??

Wardrobe: Bikinis & Lingerie

Wait, how was that even a feature?? Your clothes melted away, leaving behind a flimsy bikini barely containing your new curves. These tits looked monstrous and mismatched on your petite build!

Build: Hourglass

Well, maybe you walked into that one, feeling your midsection soften and your hips widen as your tight frame thickened up a bit to balance you out. It was time to rein this in. Maybe the problem is just you getting stressed out and thinking too much too fast, right?

Personality: Relaxed, Unbothered, Bubbly IQ: 60

What was that?? You understood what that meant and that made you... peaceful? Calm? That wasn't right, was it? You giggled, unfazed by the soft popping feelings in your head. What did you understand again? Apparently not much, though your titties in that mirror were, like, SO big? An E? You weren't good with letters, but there were bigger ones, right?

Bre-ERROR Tits: J, Natural

Right, like J!

When your partner came home, they were confused, concerned, and (despite their best efforts, aroused.) They asked if they should call someone to reverse what happened now that you were too dumb to properly control your menu. You just giggled. "Psh, I'm just the better me! And the best me is the me that gets you way horny!"

Hair: Curly Bob Tits: M, Fake Lips: Bimbo Big IQ: 45 Libido: Extreme Job: Bimbo Housewife

You blinked, oblivious about why your spouse was ogling you like a sex object. You didn't feel the silicone blowing up your already massive bust, or the way your lips were too big to close all the way. You didn't even notice as you dumbed down even further into the bimbo housewife of their unspoken fantasies!

Did they forget what you were there for? That was funny since they were the smart one.

You smiled and jiggled a little for them as a reminder. "Does honey want horny bimbo wifey time?"

As it turned out, they were fine with this Better U!

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Kelly loved that her girlfriend had a bimbo fetish. She didn't get it at first; the "dumb and slutty" part took some time to wrap her head around. But having huge boobs? That she loved!

She also loved playing with her girlfriend's fetishes. Finding fun and sexy ways to make the kink a reality was so exciting for her. So when she came across something called "Bimbo Juice" online, she had to try it out. All the reviews were great; most of them read like "omggg super yummy!!!” and “my boobies are soooo big now!!! thanks babes!!!" which Kelly assumed were either created as a marketing gimmick or simply people indulging their kinks. Either way, her girlfriend was going to love this.

Of course, Kelly didn’t expect the Bimbo Juice to be real. The first sip was really tasty; it was like drinking liquid cotton candy. She took another drink and, before she knew it, the whole glass was empty. She had like, totally forgot to even tell her girlfriend about it first! Kelly giggled at that. She was such an airhead sometimes!

“Oh well, gotta have some more then!” she said to herself as she began to mix another glass. But then she had the bestest idea! What if she just like, filled a whole water bottle with it! Maybe she could like, make a cute label or something for it too! Like, something pink and sparkly! * * * * *

“Babe?” Kelly heard her girlfriend’s voice from the other room, “You okay? You’ve been gone for – Oh my God! Kelly, what happened to you!?”

Kelly looked down at her chest, which seemed to be stretching out her top more and more by the second, and giggled, “Heya babes! So I like, was makin’ some Bimbo Juice but then I drank it and forgot to tell you so started makin’ more!” She took a sip before holding up her water bottle. “But like, I think it might be real? I didn’t think it was at first but like, ummm, now I dunno. ‘Cause like, I feel all soft and yummy inside. And my titties are super big now too!”

She took another big drink from her bottle and her breasts swelled even more, testing the limits of her t-shirt’s fabric. “It’s pretty yummy, y’know. Wanna try some?”

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The Art of Selfies

Candice didn't understand why her photography professor would assign her a project about selfies, of all things. It was so... reductive. Childish! She wondered if the guys in her class would be expected to spend their time getting invested in taking quality selfies. It was insulting to her talents.

She started with her camera, but something about the framing was wrong. It didn't feel like a selfie, and if she was stuck with this assignment, she should try to get to the heart of a selfie. She hated the thought, but decided to switch to her phone for a more authentic experience.

She used a mirror and snapped another picture, but that wasn't quite right either. Her face was covered; Candice knew it was important for people to be able to see her face. For a proper selfie, at least.

The second attempt was better, but she didn't have the right energy. She'd seen other girls take hot selfies and they were all about confidence and showing off. They were also about filters, and Candice figured playing with those might help with her confidence.

It was amazing what those filters could do! Most of her piercings and tattoos looked like they were totally gone, and her skin was more clear than she'd ever seen it. Candice looked hot. She was actually eager to take another selfie. She even pursed her lips, which she always teased other girls for doing, but it undeniably made her lips look fuller. It was almost like she could feel the difference.

Candice changed from her sweatshirt into something sleeveless to show off more of her flawless skin. She broke out a glossy lipstick her roommate had on her desk to accentuate her pillowy lips so they'd look even better on camera. She was finally embracing the whole selfie thing.

When she looked up selfie techniques, she realized that she should be experimenting with camera angles. Not only could she better sculpt her face, but a good angle and the help of a push-up bra would apparently do wonders for her boobs.

Not that she cared about making her boobs look bigger, but she also didn't NOT care.

The more photos she took, the deeper the angles she picked, and soon it was starting to look like she had pretty big tits. Candice even took off the push-up bra at some point because it was feeling too tight, but she still looked huge!

After a week of selfies, the assignment was the furthest thing from Candice's mind. She was diving deep on trends and sending her selfies to girls and guys all over campus to find out what they thought. After all, selfies were supposed to make you feel good, but they felt even better when you shared them.

When she saw selfies from girls like her, with full lips and big titties, Candi noticed they wore less clothes than she did. She could do that. They also had doe-like, almost empty-headed looks, and Candice could totally pull that off.

In fact, with each selfie, the expression felt more natural. That spacey, sultry look became second-nature. Even when she wasn't taking selfies, Candi started zoning out with her perfect lips parted and her eyes wide and framed with enough makeup to really perfect the dopey stare.

Candi missed her assignment deadline and most of her classes, but her photography professor did still commend her for embracing the Art of Selfies when he subscribed to her private Snapchat.

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Borrowing this nifty Bimbo Type chart from @educating-bimbos because it's just neat!

Send me a message with what dual typing you think I deserve!

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When the right amount of chemicals are added to the women’s bathroom air freshener dispenser. The office becomes a much happier place.

Jill from accounting is happily pouring all the men coffee putting her full rack of tits on display. She forgot that yesterday she was threatening to fire them all. Now she is the department bimbo.

Iris the COO is busy offering the executive team free use of her body and she got all the girls the sexy dresses as their new office wear. She is ready to be a trophy wife and leave the board room to the men.

The sales department is making goals in a matter of hours especially when video chatting clients and a few promises including some nights out with the whole team. It doesn’t help that they love showing how happy they would be to give blow jibs and tiddyfucks to close the deal.

And here in HR, I’m making sure all these lovely ladies have access to the best healthcare to help cover their new love of plastic surgery and that training stays up to scrap. In fact, here comes the advertising department now.

#my writing #my story #caption #mass bimboification #bimboification

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Calling all Bimbos, Dolls, Kinksters and many more!

If being pretty was a job, we'd all be getting raises and bonuses left and right. Unfortunately, most of us have to face harsh reality, and that means having to work hard to upkeep your lifestyle, or even just to survive.

@bimbosanddolls is one of those lovely people, and while she was doing what she could to save up for her bimboification despite being a disabled trans woman, life shut her down by taking away her Patreon earnings, something to do with the monetary aid she gets.

Now, the breast implants she was saving up for aren't just for show, but also part of her transition journey. Everyone deserves to be happy with who they are and what they look like, and Kiki just experienced a setback in that regard. She had to close her Patreon, but she is still allowed to receive donations through her ko-fi.

That is why I'm calling all the people in this community to take a stance against albeism and transphobia, and show our fellow bimbo sisters and the world what we can do. And if you can't donate, spread the word! Show off that bouncy body for a good cause, and let's get this show trending! The more traction and attention this gets, the closer Kiki will get to her goal.

Donate here!

#titsout4kiki

#titsout4transrights

Do you think being a slut for charity will go well on a resume?

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plzzzz some unwilling hucow breast expansion??? love your writing!!

HUCOW HYPNOSIS- URBAN LEGEND DISPROVEN!

Lilian smirked as she typed the title for her stream. This will be the video that makes me famous…

She took a moment to adjust her hair, brushing a strand from her face as she clicked the ‘start stream’ button. Her face took on a cheerful, slightly fake expression.

“Hi folks! Welcome to another episode of Rumor Hunters. And today we’ve got a very special topic…”

“Hucows. That’s right, human cows, or women with massive breasts that only exist to be milked and fucked.”

She paused, watching the chat that had already started to overflow with messages.

“Now…” Lilian gave a smug smile. “While it sounds like a silly internet kink, there are rumors of a cursed videotape that can hypnotize women into real hucows. It’s even been linked to mysterious disappearances…”

So what if she had to play it up for the crowd? Of course it wasn’t real, but views are views.

“That sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? Of course it’s impossible to be hypnotized against your will. But thanks to an anonymous benefactor, I have the tape available today.”

“I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ll be watching for the first time on stream…right now.”

She paused for dramatic effect. Her view counter was already ticking up steadily.

“Ok then! Let’s get started. I’ll be providing commentary as we go.”

Lillian pulled up the video and clicked play. Immediately she felt a little disappointed, she had hoped for more drama for the audience.

“Ok, it’s just black and white spirals…” She fidgeted with her headphones. “And I’m hearing something, it sounds like…mooing?”

“How stupid. To think some cheap tricks could change someone like that…”

Change someone like what? She’d seen a few examples of hucows while researching the video, and she had to admit they looked happy. There was something enticing about being cared for…

Lillian shivered. She realized she’d been silent for 15 seconds, that was bad for views!

“O-ok. The video’s changing…now it looks like a video of a woman…getting milked?”

She stared, pupils dilating as the image of pumps slowly being attached worked its way into her brain.

“She…looks like she’s having fun.” She was breathing faster, sitting back in her chair, slouching a little.

Lilian suddenly realized her nipples were hard. Almost painful, a little tingly. She tried to brush them with her hand, to smooth the fabric, only stimulating herself in the process. She gasped.

The video ended with more spirals and moos. But they sounded different, not like cows at all. More…worked up.

“Well…that was…” There was a feeling of heat. She felt tight, flushed, restless.

“I’m sorry, I lost my train of thought. But that was hucow hypnosis…disproven.”

The last word came out dull, flat, like she didn’t really believe it. That was awful…I’ll never get any views from this. Maybe I can save it? Watch it one more time, then just cut out everything but the intro and second take?

Lilian coughed into her hand. “I’m sorry, I might have missed something the first time. Let’s give that one more shot, just for completeness.” She’d recovered a bit of her cheeriness, now that the oppressive haze of the video was gone.

Her finger clicked the mouse. She stared eagerly into the screen.

Even when she was ready for it, the video was still overstimulating. She couldn’t follow the spirals fast enough. Everything fell away into a blissful humming.

“M-mooooo….” Lilian snapped back, clapping a hand over her mouth. How had that happened?! She was thinking the women looked so happy, and it might be nice to…join them…

“Oh!” She looked over at the chat messages. They’re calling me a bimbo?! What happened?

She panicked as she looked through the chat log, the video temporarily forgotten.

“Hey! I was not playing with my nipples!” Several comments mentioned it. But she wasn’t that kind of girl!

Ok. Focus. She could still fix this, cut the stream early, blame it on sickness and pretend it never happened.

Something called out to her. There was a message hidden in that video. She needed to figure it out.

Lillian cleared her throat. “Hucows! They…make milk?.” She couldn’t come up with dialogue on the fly, apparently.

“Uh…let’s just finish the video.” She clicked play again, almost looking forward to it this time. What was the hidden message? It gnawed at her. She had to know.

She stared the pumps. The way they moved back and forth, the deep pulling sensation they caused in each swollen breast, the glassy-eyed stares of the hucows…

What would it be like, if I was getting milked like that…

Lillian suddenly snapped back to reality again. She could barely breathe! Something was constricting tightly around her blouse.

But it wasn’t around her blouse. It was the blouse itself.

She screamed as her buttons popped open, each release of pressure starting the next in a chain reaction. There was a plink-plink-plink as the metal hit her desk, bust heaving frantically as she tried to pull the blouse back together.

Lillian groaned. Her bra was tight. Really tight. Boob flesh bulged out in every direction, the cups providing no support at all except nipple covers.

She couldn’t calm down. The sensation was incredible. The straps of her bra groaned, pulling into her shoulders as her breasts continued their unstoppable expansion.

“It…it works! I’m…so…” her eyes glazed over again as she caught a glimpse of the spirals again. “…huge…”

How many people had she affected by streaming that video?!

Lillian didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Her fingers caressed her chest, feeling the fitness, the size…the sensitivity…

The video continued to play as she grew, mindlessly groping herself, not a concern in her mind. A loud SNAP marked the end of her bra, one strap bursting over her shoulder, the cup sliding down to reveal a darkening nipple.

This time, it didn’t break her trance. She only moaned slightly as a familiar white liquid began to bead on the exposed teat.

“Moooooooo…”

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