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Objectify and humiliate your best friends in public to entertain men

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You cunts know that out of your friendships or Men's pleasure, Men's pleasure always comes first. So don't be afraid to make your friends useful to make your Man's cock happy.

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Just remember Bimbos. No matter what type of bimbo you are. You are all valid. Just remember this.

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My basic realization is that- proper mindset shift is essential to embrace my inner bimbo sex doll. Mental training will help with focusing on the goal. Proper guidance will ensure a smooth transition. Motivation is key to staying on track. I wonder about the advice on training methods!

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Serius Jade

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we are all the same

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Your boss was officially fired after her tits tore through her paper thin top during a meeting and her only response was to giggle and play with her new jugs.

You volunteered to drive her home and after a very bouncy ride she insisted you come in. Now she wanted to show you her big heavy hooters that she said would "totes swallow you cock" as she bounced and wobbled them in a tight stretchy number in front of you.

You were only happy to oblige, watching her giggle and drool as you lowered your zipper.

Sequel to: https://www.tumblr.com/bhstoriesblog/724941963142496256/omg-this-top-got-so-tiny-now-time-for-shopping?source=share

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True Capitalism

Hooters girls were a meme at this point. Hot girls, mediocre food, tight clothes. It was a known business model. What wasn't known was the chemicals they used to achieve this. It had always been subtle. Girls might get a little more adventurous, a little more bold, a little horny, maybe gain a cup size or two. It depended on the girl but hot girls flaunting always sold well.

Then covid hit. Sales dropped and what was a stable model had come into question. The executives did a knee jerk reaction to compensate without even testing the effects before hand. Chemicals going into the girls double, then doubled again, and again. It would be an understatement to say the effects were noticed.

Much like the girls, they blew up. Cup sizes soared and quickly but with all the chemicals and hormones pumping through them they hardly cared about the 'why'. Libidos sky rocketed and attention spans dropped. Such large doses to girls at that stage of puberty had varying but drastic effects. In a week A cups could be DD cups and the standard shorts they were issued could be turned into little more than a thong devoured by bulging butt cheeks bolted to flaring hips.

The company at face value looked like it might tank from this choice. There was a chance suspicion could earn bad PR. They had to keep ordering more and larger uniforms as girls blew through sizes, close to quadrupling clothing expenses on employees. A lot of girls were, for a lack of a better term, getting pretty fucking dumb. Not dim. Dumb. Orders were constantly wrong, Former college girls with bright educations and futures were suddenly mixing up simple things and dropping out of school.

Sales were trending up despite the supposed downsides and new expenses, but not fast enough. Management once again panicked. Dumb horny flirty girls getting orders wrong was their new niche they landed in and they just needed to double down. Literally. Double the dosage.

The ensuing "glow up, blow up" as it was called was a wild success. As tits and ass swelled and jiggled out of spandex, so did profits. The girls now too dumb and horny to question it viewed it as a positive. Some more uniform costs but they didn't need to "fit" per say. Just contain. They had found the balance of exposed skin vs nip slips or tearing clothes as they pushed the elasticity limits. Such science achievements only fueled profits as order accuracy never increased but serving sizes halved as did this prices. This meant double the order for the same price but what it really did was increase the number of trips the girls were making to tables. Doubling the amount of jiggling per shift. Doubling the amount of bending over. Also bending over further in the new 6 inch heels. Clientele were pleased.

Of course there were some drawbacks. There were definitely some sexual acts happening during and after hours. That got some attention for better or worse. The company now supplied birth control and condoms to attempt to circumvent the large boost in pregnancies. The girls would happily work till they were ready to pop and the chemicals certainly enhanced some girls a good deal more but it was seen as a net loss since they had to spend so much on milking machines (OSHA does not approve of leaky employees for sanitation reasons) and often they would be knocked up again soon while on maternity leave, basically never to return.

Overall Hooters recovered and is bigger than ever. Just like their waitresses.

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Go Figure

You always thought Zoella was pretty and fit. But lately she had been even more stunning that usual. A thinner waist, a little more definition to her butt and chest, plus that long dyed blonde hair. You thought it'd stop there, but you saw a sort of sparkle in those pretty eyes of hers. A need for more.

Go figure, you thought to yourself. I guess she likes the attention

If it was stares that Zoey got before, a week later she'd be earning long lustful looks. Her curves were even more pronounced, her chest thrust out more, and her hair almost touching her plump peach of an ass. You asked about her workout routine and she just smirked, saying she was just vacationing all the time at some resort.

Huh, you thought to yourself. I could've sworn she started a new job a month ago that she said was 'working her ass off'. Go figure!

By the end of the month you barely recognized Zozo. Whether it was the long tacky bleach blonde hair, her derrière which had nearly double in sized, or the huge bolt-on breasts stuck to her chest, she looked so different than you remembered. Or had she always looked like this? It was getting harder to remember ever since you started joining her on the spa retreats to the Bimbo Resort.

Go figure, as you gave up trying to think. At least her figure looks super fantastic now!

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"Stay alert," Belle warned the others. "We don't know what awaits us ahead."

"Right," Cinderella said as she looked out over the water.

The princesses weren't ready when the evil Queen Lustria first appeared. Nor were they ready when she began her evil plot and started kidnapping their friends. Ariel had been the first taken, tricked by one of the Queen's champions posing as a prince from another kingdom. Then, thanks to the help of a nefarious djinn, Jasmine fell into Lustria's trap and was captured as well.

It was Belle that rallied the other princesses to fight back. She knew they would be stronger together, and that teaming up was their only chance of defeating the queen and saving their friends. Now, she travelled across Dream Lake with Cinderella and Aurora.

Aurora yawned, "There's nothing but water. And the rocking of the boat is making me feel sleepy."

"Everything makes you feel sleepy," Belle quipped as she rowed. "But we need you right now, Aurora. And we need to be ready for anything. The others are depending on us!"

"Speaking of," Cinderella spoke up, "why couldn't we tell my fairy godmother about all this again? She probably could have helped. Perhaps even by turning this boat into something faster."

"Because someone magical like that could be dangerous if the Queen got her. We're all safer this way," Belle responded matter-of-factly before she too yawned, earning suspicious looks from both Cinderella and Aurora.

Cinderella looked as though she was about to say something, but instead her head slumped back into Belle's lap. Beside her, Aurora could feel herself drifting into sleep and her head dropped onto Cinderella's shoulder.

"Girls?" Belle asked, her own voice unable to conjure up the concern she was feeling. She blinked hard and slow, trying to fight away the sleep that called to her. "No… this… this isn't right. It must be Lustria's magic… she's… she's done something to the…"

Her thoughts were silenced as she also fell into a deep slumber, joining her friends in a sea of dreams.

*****

By the time Belle and the others woke up, it was already too late. Their boat hit shore with the sleeping princesses dreaming away as Queen Lustria waited for them. She immediately went to work on the princesses, her magic turning them from proper girls into naughty bimbo sluts.

Each girl moaned in her sleep as her tits ballooned outward and her lips plumped up. Their minds all swirled and drained away as the spell corrupted them. Dreams of true love and helping others turned to thoughts of fucking, sucking, and serving their Queen. The soft moans and purrs told Lustria that her spell was taking effect, and each girl would soon awaken to a mind-shattering orgasm that would seal their fates forever.

*****

"Oh my gawd, Cindy! Hurry up," the busty redhead whined from the door. "Mistress like, wants us all to dance for her and the others! Your tits don't need that much glitter!"

Belle and the others were reunited with their friends as soon as Lustria knew there was nothing left of their old selves that she didn't want in their simple little minds, and they happily joined Ariel and Jasmine as the Queen's personal pillow princesses and royal whores.

"Fiiine," Cinderella pouted as she opened the door to her room. "But like, if Mistress doesn't love my titties, I'm totally blaming you!"

"What. Ever. Sluts." Belle sneered. As the smartest one in the group, Lustria was careful to turn her intelligence into a bitchiness that left her as something resembling the group's leader. "Can we just go already? I'm too horny for this right now."

The former princesses giggled at what a slut Belle was and made their way to the Queen's Throne Room, each so eager to put on a slutty show for their Mistress.

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turning your friends into bouncy, bubbly bimbos is so fun! no thinking, no worries, just bounce and obey. after all, good girls make more good girls!

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She used to be a big-time cosplayer, invited to conventions and turning up her nose at "cosplay sluts" who she felt disrespected her craft. They weren't on her level, which explained why she was going to take part in an incredibly exclusive cosplay competition so secretive, it was invite only! This was like some secret cosplay society or something!

Except she didn't win the competition. She couldn't really remember the competition, actually, but she knew there were some SUPER sexy cosplays. The secret society did give her feedback; if she was going to be a stuck-up bitch to other women having fun, maybe some humbling would do her some good.

She didn't know exactly what they meant by that, but lately she did have a shift in perspective! Elaborate costumes seemed like so much work and focus, and lately it was like she barely knew how to use a sewing machine anymore!

But that didn't mean she didn't still love cosplay! In fact, she was learning how much you could do with a little. Hell, she had a unique new take on an Akatsuki member for her latest con and everyone loved it!!

She wasn't getting invited to the cons that used to invite her, but her new "style" was being appreciated at plenty of con afterparties!