Sunday, November 30, 2014
NEW FRIENDS PART 4 OF 4 by Dynamoob
The day went by slowly, and Beth slumped through all of her morning classes. She was distraught about losing Christina as a friend, but she wanted to make amends and try to rescue their longtime friendship.
She waited until lunch. Christina was sitting with Jennifer and the others at the far end of the cafeteria. They were all laughing and giggling through their gossip. David was there too, sitting closely to Christina with his arm wrapped around her slender shoulder. Occasionally, Christina would break from the conversation and give him either a sultry kiss on the lips or a provocative message whispered into his ear.
Beth slowly and cautiously approached the table. They all hushed their conversation and looked upon her with eyes of disgust, Christina included.
“Um,” Beth spoke softly, “Can I speak with you Chris?”
Christina sat up erotically and answered as if she was doing Beth a favor, “Sure.”
She led Beth over to the corner of the room. While following, Beth couldn’t help but notice Christina’s plump ass squeezing against her tight skirt as she strutted across the room. The boys couldn’t help noticing either.
“What do you want?” Christina asked with impatience.
“Well,” answered Beth, “I was hoping we could still be friends even though you’re hanging out with that whore, Jennifer.”
Christina replied, “Awe, that’s sweet. But sorry, you just don’t fit in anymore. It would be best if we both move on.” She leaned forward and gave Beth a kiss on each cheek as sort of a friendly goodbye then returned to the table where she and the other girls laughed about the incident.
Later that night, Beth sat in her room, staring out of her window. The stars were bright and out in high numbers. Beth sat there gazing at them, thinking about the day. She was saddened that she and Christina were no longer friends. Looking up at the stars, she quietly said to herself, “I wish Chris and I could still be friends.”
She sat up and turned off her light then climbed into her bed, setting the alarm before falling asleep. As soon as she dozed off, one of the stars in the sky, the brightest one of them all began to twinkle.
Morning came around, and the sun began to rise above the horizon of house roofs. The rays slowly seeped through Beth’s window, spreading across the entire room. Beth was completely submerged beneath her blankets, and only her short black hair could be seen. Sunlight crawled across the floor and made its way toward the bed. When it hit the blankets and shined on the back of Beth’s head, her hair began to grow out, becoming shiny and lustrous.
The alarm went off. The ring was loud and quickly woke Beth up. Her hand emerged from underneath the sheets to turn off the alarm, and when it came into the sunlight, her dull fingernails became long and manicured. She gently turned off the alarm with her dainty new fingers. A moment later, she slipped her feet out from underneath the sheets; her toes changing much like her fingers.
Soon, the blankets came flying off, and Beth sat up on the side of her bed. She slept in a t-shirt and panties. When the sun hit her skin as she sat, a tan began to darken into a sexy bronze along her entire body. Her silky black hair fell over her face, and she fiddled with it as if she had had these beautiful locks her entire life.
She stood up and stretched out her arms, rising onto her toes for an extra reach. But while she did, her tanned legs grew longer and more slender in the sunlight, followed shortly by a rush of pleasure. Tingling with excitement, Beth bent down to feel her incredibly soft and sexy legs.
Stroking her legs, Beth swooned in ecstasy. She was bent over with her butt facing the window and the sunlight. Gradually, it began to expand and fill out, making her blue panties appear as if they shrinking into her lovely crack. Also, came another rush of pleasure, this one greater than the first. It forced Beth to slide her hands up her legs to the bodacious new curves of her hips and butt. Arching her back as she rose back up, she became overwhelmed by the sensations within her.
She turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her long black hair covered part of face in a very sexual way. Her legs were long and sultry, and her heels were raised slightly, making them appear longer. Leading up her legs were wide hips and a plump backside, which turned a respectable pair of panties into what appeared like a long. All of which was covered by a beautifully golden tan.
Beth looked at her reflection and realized, “Something’s wrong. This shouldn’t be happening to me. It’s not right.”
The orgasmic feelings continued rushing through her boding, conflicting her thoughts. “This isn’t natural…but…but it…it feels so good.”
The light outside hit her face, and like the rest of her body, it began to change. Her eyebrows became thinner and more feminine. Her nose shortened and her cheekbones rose a little. Each change brought more excitement, and it became harder for Beth to control her thoughts.
“I…I…don’t want this. It’s not…it’s not…it’s so right.” She was having a difficult time maintaining her impulses. She passed her pretty fingers though her luxurious hair and closed her eyes in pleasure. When she reopened them, they were brighter and the lashes were thicker. She looked on with a sultry gaze as her lips plumped into an equally sexual pout.
“I’m, I’m hot. But how did this happen? I don’t know how this happened,” another rush flew through her, “But I’m so glad it did.”
Beth reached her pampered fingers up to her face and began to caress her lips sensual delight then back through her hair, followed by both. All the while, her hips and legs began to sway back and forth as a sort of sensuous dance.
Her thoughts caught up with her, and she quickly reopened her eyes. “I got to fix this…somehow,” she said to herself as she moved over to the window. The sunlight beat down upon her as she tried to collect her thoughts.
“I need, I need to figure out a way to reverse this. This what I’m supposed to look – Oomph!” Suddenly, Beth felt a great weight in her chest. She looked down in amazement at her enlarged breasts. Her shirt had gotten tight, and she couldn’t help rubbing her hands over her new lumps. They felt tremendous; so soft, yet firm and perky. Again, Beth struggled with her thoughts.
“Mmm…they’re so good, so soft. But this isn’t right. This isn’t what I look like.” There was another swell in her chest, and her breasts grew out some more.
“This isn’t what I…This isn’t…This is…This is what I look like.” She caressed her breasts more vigorously, her shirt stretching tighter around it.
“No! No, no no!” Beth exclaimed, “This isn’t me! This isn’t who I am.”
Another burst, and her breasts swelled greatly this time, stretching the shirt to its limit. “This isn’t…This isn’t…” A rush of sensation went through her, “This is…This is exactly who I am. This is exactly what I look like: hot, sexy, beautiful.”
Beth had succumbed to the pleasure and finally accepted in her the changes. She turned back to the mirror and looked upon herself in a lustful manner, enjoying every inch of her perfect body. Then she strutted over to her closet, carrying herself like a vixen. She opened the closet door, and sunlight rushed into the closet, altering all the clothes within it. All the shirts became smaller with rapidly lowering necklines. The pants all shortened and tightened to squeeze against Beth’s ample rear. Each pair of sneakers sitting on the floor began to raise their heels into numerous stilettos and other glamorous high-heels. Beth reached into her closet with great eagerness.
Later that morning, Christina was relaxing in the front of the school with Jennifer and the others. They were all laughing and giggling together, but never stopped teasing the eying boys with enticing smiles and provocative body language.
Suddenly a car pulled up, and out of the passenger door came the buxom Beth. She wore a white top with one shoulder strap and a low neckline that flaunted her busty chest. Her denim short barely fit around her hips and struggled to contain the lower portion of her ass. She walked across the schoolyard, snapping her curvy hips. The watched in awe as she passed, and she didn’t mind giving them playful looks when they did.
Beth approached Christina and the others and very proudly said, “Hey girls.”
They all looked at her in amazement. Christina became overjoyed.
“So good to see you,” she said welcomingly. The two of them merrily hugged, and their massive breasts squeezed together between the two bombshells.
“Beth, this is Jennie,” Christina explained, “Jennie, meet Beth.” Beth and Jennifer hugged as well then together, the three buxom girls made their way into the school to entice even more of the male students.
End
She waited until lunch. Christina was sitting with Jennifer and the others at the far end of the cafeteria. They were all laughing and giggling through their gossip. David was there too, sitting closely to Christina with his arm wrapped around her slender shoulder. Occasionally, Christina would break from the conversation and give him either a sultry kiss on the lips or a provocative message whispered into his ear.
Beth slowly and cautiously approached the table. They all hushed their conversation and looked upon her with eyes of disgust, Christina included.
“Um,” Beth spoke softly, “Can I speak with you Chris?”
Christina sat up erotically and answered as if she was doing Beth a favor, “Sure.”
She led Beth over to the corner of the room. While following, Beth couldn’t help but notice Christina’s plump ass squeezing against her tight skirt as she strutted across the room. The boys couldn’t help noticing either.
“What do you want?” Christina asked with impatience.
“Well,” answered Beth, “I was hoping we could still be friends even though you’re hanging out with that whore, Jennifer.”
Christina replied, “Awe, that’s sweet. But sorry, you just don’t fit in anymore. It would be best if we both move on.” She leaned forward and gave Beth a kiss on each cheek as sort of a friendly goodbye then returned to the table where she and the other girls laughed about the incident.
Later that night, Beth sat in her room, staring out of her window. The stars were bright and out in high numbers. Beth sat there gazing at them, thinking about the day. She was saddened that she and Christina were no longer friends. Looking up at the stars, she quietly said to herself, “I wish Chris and I could still be friends.”
She sat up and turned off her light then climbed into her bed, setting the alarm before falling asleep. As soon as she dozed off, one of the stars in the sky, the brightest one of them all began to twinkle.
Morning came around, and the sun began to rise above the horizon of house roofs. The rays slowly seeped through Beth’s window, spreading across the entire room. Beth was completely submerged beneath her blankets, and only her short black hair could be seen. Sunlight crawled across the floor and made its way toward the bed. When it hit the blankets and shined on the back of Beth’s head, her hair began to grow out, becoming shiny and lustrous.
The alarm went off. The ring was loud and quickly woke Beth up. Her hand emerged from underneath the sheets to turn off the alarm, and when it came into the sunlight, her dull fingernails became long and manicured. She gently turned off the alarm with her dainty new fingers. A moment later, she slipped her feet out from underneath the sheets; her toes changing much like her fingers.
Soon, the blankets came flying off, and Beth sat up on the side of her bed. She slept in a t-shirt and panties. When the sun hit her skin as she sat, a tan began to darken into a sexy bronze along her entire body. Her silky black hair fell over her face, and she fiddled with it as if she had had these beautiful locks her entire life.
She stood up and stretched out her arms, rising onto her toes for an extra reach. But while she did, her tanned legs grew longer and more slender in the sunlight, followed shortly by a rush of pleasure. Tingling with excitement, Beth bent down to feel her incredibly soft and sexy legs.
Stroking her legs, Beth swooned in ecstasy. She was bent over with her butt facing the window and the sunlight. Gradually, it began to expand and fill out, making her blue panties appear as if they shrinking into her lovely crack. Also, came another rush of pleasure, this one greater than the first. It forced Beth to slide her hands up her legs to the bodacious new curves of her hips and butt. Arching her back as she rose back up, she became overwhelmed by the sensations within her.
She turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her long black hair covered part of face in a very sexual way. Her legs were long and sultry, and her heels were raised slightly, making them appear longer. Leading up her legs were wide hips and a plump backside, which turned a respectable pair of panties into what appeared like a long. All of which was covered by a beautifully golden tan.
Beth looked at her reflection and realized, “Something’s wrong. This shouldn’t be happening to me. It’s not right.”
The orgasmic feelings continued rushing through her boding, conflicting her thoughts. “This isn’t natural…but…but it…it feels so good.”
The light outside hit her face, and like the rest of her body, it began to change. Her eyebrows became thinner and more feminine. Her nose shortened and her cheekbones rose a little. Each change brought more excitement, and it became harder for Beth to control her thoughts.
“I…I…don’t want this. It’s not…it’s not…it’s so right.” She was having a difficult time maintaining her impulses. She passed her pretty fingers though her luxurious hair and closed her eyes in pleasure. When she reopened them, they were brighter and the lashes were thicker. She looked on with a sultry gaze as her lips plumped into an equally sexual pout.
“I’m, I’m hot. But how did this happen? I don’t know how this happened,” another rush flew through her, “But I’m so glad it did.”
Beth reached her pampered fingers up to her face and began to caress her lips sensual delight then back through her hair, followed by both. All the while, her hips and legs began to sway back and forth as a sort of sensuous dance.
Her thoughts caught up with her, and she quickly reopened her eyes. “I got to fix this…somehow,” she said to herself as she moved over to the window. The sunlight beat down upon her as she tried to collect her thoughts.
“I need, I need to figure out a way to reverse this. This what I’m supposed to look – Oomph!” Suddenly, Beth felt a great weight in her chest. She looked down in amazement at her enlarged breasts. Her shirt had gotten tight, and she couldn’t help rubbing her hands over her new lumps. They felt tremendous; so soft, yet firm and perky. Again, Beth struggled with her thoughts.
“Mmm…they’re so good, so soft. But this isn’t right. This isn’t what I look like.” There was another swell in her chest, and her breasts grew out some more.
“This isn’t what I…This isn’t…This is…This is what I look like.” She caressed her breasts more vigorously, her shirt stretching tighter around it.
“No! No, no no!” Beth exclaimed, “This isn’t me! This isn’t who I am.”
Another burst, and her breasts swelled greatly this time, stretching the shirt to its limit. “This isn’t…This isn’t…” A rush of sensation went through her, “This is…This is exactly who I am. This is exactly what I look like: hot, sexy, beautiful.”
Beth had succumbed to the pleasure and finally accepted in her the changes. She turned back to the mirror and looked upon herself in a lustful manner, enjoying every inch of her perfect body. Then she strutted over to her closet, carrying herself like a vixen. She opened the closet door, and sunlight rushed into the closet, altering all the clothes within it. All the shirts became smaller with rapidly lowering necklines. The pants all shortened and tightened to squeeze against Beth’s ample rear. Each pair of sneakers sitting on the floor began to raise their heels into numerous stilettos and other glamorous high-heels. Beth reached into her closet with great eagerness.
Later that morning, Christina was relaxing in the front of the school with Jennifer and the others. They were all laughing and giggling together, but never stopped teasing the eying boys with enticing smiles and provocative body language.
Suddenly a car pulled up, and out of the passenger door came the buxom Beth. She wore a white top with one shoulder strap and a low neckline that flaunted her busty chest. Her denim short barely fit around her hips and struggled to contain the lower portion of her ass. She walked across the schoolyard, snapping her curvy hips. The watched in awe as she passed, and she didn’t mind giving them playful looks when they did.
Beth approached Christina and the others and very proudly said, “Hey girls.”
They all looked at her in amazement. Christina became overjoyed.
“So good to see you,” she said welcomingly. The two of them merrily hugged, and their massive breasts squeezed together between the two bombshells.
“Beth, this is Jennie,” Christina explained, “Jennie, meet Beth.” Beth and Jennifer hugged as well then together, the three buxom girls made their way into the school to entice even more of the male students.
End
Saturday, November 29, 2014
NEW FRIENDS PART 3 OF 4 by Dynamoob
School ended and both girls walked outside together. Christina was getting much more looks from the boys as they walked by. Beth tried not to notice, but couldn’t. The boys were too obscene with their glances at Christina’s bust and buttocks for the pair not to notice. Christina was flattered by the attention, while Beth treated it with repulsiveness.
Jennifer and her friends were sitting together in her silver Mercedes convertible. She waved as she saw Christina emerge from the front door. Christina waved back much to Beth’s confusion. Jennifer waved Christina over, and she indeed came, leaving Beth alone without even a goodbye. She hopped into the passenger seat, and Jennifer sped out of the parking lot.
The girls raced through the city streets. The radio was loud, and everyone was singing along, even Christina, who was surprised to know the words to such a pop song. In the wind, her hair grew once more, becoming more luscious and colorful as well. Her skin also changed in the sunlight. It slowly turned from a pale white to a golden bronze. The gorgeous new locks and radiant tan went unnoticed by all the girls, as they were too enveloped by the music.
Jennifer pulled up in front of a clothing retailer, and all the girls got out of the car. Christina stepped out and looked down to see her jeans had shrunk completely and were now tiny shorts showcasing the attractiveness of her legs. They didn’t even cover all of her wonderful ass. The stiletto heels grew another two inches, raising her legs and highlighting the curves of her hips as she walked seductively into the store with the others girls.
Led by the busty Jennifer, they migrated to the women’s department and immediately looked though isles of skimpy ensembles for Christina. Christina watched by in nervous anticipation. Jennifer grabbed a push-up bra and held it against Christina’s bosom for measurement.
“You look like a B,” she judged.
They all handed her a small piece of clothing and sent her into a dressing room to change. Inside the room alone, Christina traded her clothes for the scanty articles chosen for her. Looking in the mirror, she cringed in her mind at the whorish appearance. The denim skirt barely covered her butt, and the new bra pushed her breasts up and squeezed them together for maximum cleavage. Looking down at her bare stomach, she watched the muscles tone and tighten, bowing in a little to complete the hourglass figure. Christina tingled with pleasure at the feeling as her breasts expanded again another cup size. They pushed even harder against the tight clothing, and the little bra had difficulties containing the heaving breasts. They looked as if they were overflowing out of the low-cut top and pushed up to her collarbone.
Outside, Jennifer and the others urged Christina to come out. She could not hear them at first, too focused on the euphoric sensation brought on by her ample bosom that now rivaled the buxom Jennifer. They knocked on the door, almost threatening her to reveal herself. Christina stepped out slowly in her knee-high stiletto boots. Her breasts were the first to show, followed closely by the sultry girl that owned them. She stood nervously awaiting everyone’s reaction. Jennifer and the others began jumping in excitement at her appearance, their breasts bouncing such that men would drool.
“It’s perfect,” Jennifer said, more as congratulation for her wardrobe decision rather than Christina’s glamorous look. The others agreed and all complimented her. Christina began to get carried away by the compliments. She never received any before and listened to the words with great earnestness. She turned and began to pose in front of the mirror with Jennifer giving advise for more seductive postures. As a mindless puppet, Christina acted out every position described by Jennifer until the stances and movements became habitual. Soon like the others, Christina carried herself with the same enticing poise that sirens used to temp lustful men.
Night had fallen. Jennifer pulled up in front of Christina’s house to drop her off. Christina stepped out of the passenger seat with her back arched to flaunt her full bust and her pelvis back to advertise her lavish backside. As she strutted up the walkway to her front door, Jennifer called back, “Later, Christy.”
Christina turned and with the same preppy and alluring tone said, “Bye girls. See you tomorrow.”
Jennifer drove off, and Christina entered her house. Her parents were already asleep. She quietly walked up the stairs to her bedroom, which was difficult since the stiletto heels made a loud click each time they contacted the hardwood finish. She reached her room with her parents undisturbed. She grabbed a piece of clothes from her closet and took it into her bathroom to change. She emerged moments later in a black, thinly laced nightie that reached only slightly over ass, revealing her scanty panties underneath. The gown did well to parade her buxom cleavage, which made Christina proud to gaze into her mirror one last time before going to bed.
In the morning, the alarm again went off at six thirty. With her manicured fingers, Christina gently pressed the button to silence the clock. She rose from bed as always and yawned, except instead of a deep, heavy gasp like before, Christina yawned lightly and delicately like a woman would. Her hair was a lovely brown with lustrous waves and curls that gave it body and volume. After stepping out of bed, she looked down to realize her breasts had grown yet again overnight to mammoth proportions. She could no longer see her feet over her heaving bosom. The gown did little to withhold the breasts, and they were bursting up and out sensuously. Christina stroked the breasts from top to bottom, the bust being almost horizontal at the collarbone. The ensuing pleasure led her to continue down her toned stomach and to her butt, which had also become much more voluptuous during her sleep. The hemline of the gown no longer reached over the cheeks and could only cover half her wonderful rear. The sensation created a passionate tingle within her and she could not help but caress down her smooth legs and back up again. Christina then softy touched her lips with orgasmic excitement and a lustful gaze in her eyes as her beautiful hair fell softly over parts of her sultry face.
She took a long shower and bathed her supple skin. After, she put on thin lacy panties that almost disappeared within her plump butt cheeks and a black push-up bra that was just large enough to withstand the size of her enormously perfect breasts. Over her underwear, Christina wore a tiny red top that was not much larger than the bra underneath. Her grand cleavage hurled itself outward as the bra lifted the breasts up to each other. A small micro skirt slid over her bountiful rear, only covering a portion and leaving nearly half the butt on display for the public. The final piece included a pair of seven-inch platform stilettos and sparkling jewelry around her neck, wrists, and hanging from her ears.
Christina moved to her desk and began to apply an assortment of cosmetics to pamper herself: lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, etc. Once finished, she looked like a seductive goddess with the demeanor to match.
The whole process took much longer than what she spent yesterday. As she walked down the stairs, she immediately went out the front door without wishing her parents goodbye. Jennifer and the others were waiting outside in Jennifer’s Mercedes. Christina jumped into the passenger seat beside her. Side-by-side, Christina’s breasts now surpassed Jennifer’s greatly, and everyone was quick to notice.
Christina flaunted them to the others, proudly asking, “What do you think?”
They all voiced their approval, but Jennifer spoke with disappointment and slight jealously that went unnoticed by the girls. She began to adjust her own bra to maximize her own cleavage in vain attempt to match Christina’s. Christina watched as she did. Embarrassed, Jennifer gaily commented, “I think it’s hot if we all match,” to hide her humiliation. The girls sitting in the back listened and pushed too at their bras till the most cleavage was visible.
At school, they all got out of the car together. Everyone stood still a watched in awe as the five girls led now by Jennifer and Christina strutted towards the entrance of the building. Their massive breasts amusing the boys as they approached, and their ample asses doing the same after they passed.
David and his friends were to the side watching Christina and the others. Christina stopped and so did the rest. While Jennifer and the rest stood tantalizingly, Christina walked seductively over to David, who felt isolated by her mesmerizing gaze. She approached and first rubbed her ass against his groin sexually. Then she turned and wrapped her long smooth legs around him and pressed her stomach against his, her breasts squeezed between the two bodies. Christina softly kissed him then gave him the same hypnotizing stare once more.
She whispered quietly and seductively into his ear, “I’m Christy. See you around.” She walked away swaying her hips, and David was left speechless and enthralled by her enchanting presence.
Beth ran up to Christina worried, “You weren’t on the bus today. I got worried.” She stopped suddenly when she saw Christina’s monstrous bosom and skimpy attire.
Christina looked at Beth with disgust, her luxuriant hair flowing as she turned her head. “Out of my way,” she said with the same tone of self-importance as Jennifer. Christina pushed Beth aside and returned to her voluptuous companions.
Jennifer and her friends were sitting together in her silver Mercedes convertible. She waved as she saw Christina emerge from the front door. Christina waved back much to Beth’s confusion. Jennifer waved Christina over, and she indeed came, leaving Beth alone without even a goodbye. She hopped into the passenger seat, and Jennifer sped out of the parking lot.
The girls raced through the city streets. The radio was loud, and everyone was singing along, even Christina, who was surprised to know the words to such a pop song. In the wind, her hair grew once more, becoming more luscious and colorful as well. Her skin also changed in the sunlight. It slowly turned from a pale white to a golden bronze. The gorgeous new locks and radiant tan went unnoticed by all the girls, as they were too enveloped by the music.
Jennifer pulled up in front of a clothing retailer, and all the girls got out of the car. Christina stepped out and looked down to see her jeans had shrunk completely and were now tiny shorts showcasing the attractiveness of her legs. They didn’t even cover all of her wonderful ass. The stiletto heels grew another two inches, raising her legs and highlighting the curves of her hips as she walked seductively into the store with the others girls.
Led by the busty Jennifer, they migrated to the women’s department and immediately looked though isles of skimpy ensembles for Christina. Christina watched by in nervous anticipation. Jennifer grabbed a push-up bra and held it against Christina’s bosom for measurement.
“You look like a B,” she judged.
They all handed her a small piece of clothing and sent her into a dressing room to change. Inside the room alone, Christina traded her clothes for the scanty articles chosen for her. Looking in the mirror, she cringed in her mind at the whorish appearance. The denim skirt barely covered her butt, and the new bra pushed her breasts up and squeezed them together for maximum cleavage. Looking down at her bare stomach, she watched the muscles tone and tighten, bowing in a little to complete the hourglass figure. Christina tingled with pleasure at the feeling as her breasts expanded again another cup size. They pushed even harder against the tight clothing, and the little bra had difficulties containing the heaving breasts. They looked as if they were overflowing out of the low-cut top and pushed up to her collarbone.
Outside, Jennifer and the others urged Christina to come out. She could not hear them at first, too focused on the euphoric sensation brought on by her ample bosom that now rivaled the buxom Jennifer. They knocked on the door, almost threatening her to reveal herself. Christina stepped out slowly in her knee-high stiletto boots. Her breasts were the first to show, followed closely by the sultry girl that owned them. She stood nervously awaiting everyone’s reaction. Jennifer and the others began jumping in excitement at her appearance, their breasts bouncing such that men would drool.
“It’s perfect,” Jennifer said, more as congratulation for her wardrobe decision rather than Christina’s glamorous look. The others agreed and all complimented her. Christina began to get carried away by the compliments. She never received any before and listened to the words with great earnestness. She turned and began to pose in front of the mirror with Jennifer giving advise for more seductive postures. As a mindless puppet, Christina acted out every position described by Jennifer until the stances and movements became habitual. Soon like the others, Christina carried herself with the same enticing poise that sirens used to temp lustful men.
Night had fallen. Jennifer pulled up in front of Christina’s house to drop her off. Christina stepped out of the passenger seat with her back arched to flaunt her full bust and her pelvis back to advertise her lavish backside. As she strutted up the walkway to her front door, Jennifer called back, “Later, Christy.”
Christina turned and with the same preppy and alluring tone said, “Bye girls. See you tomorrow.”
Jennifer drove off, and Christina entered her house. Her parents were already asleep. She quietly walked up the stairs to her bedroom, which was difficult since the stiletto heels made a loud click each time they contacted the hardwood finish. She reached her room with her parents undisturbed. She grabbed a piece of clothes from her closet and took it into her bathroom to change. She emerged moments later in a black, thinly laced nightie that reached only slightly over ass, revealing her scanty panties underneath. The gown did well to parade her buxom cleavage, which made Christina proud to gaze into her mirror one last time before going to bed.
In the morning, the alarm again went off at six thirty. With her manicured fingers, Christina gently pressed the button to silence the clock. She rose from bed as always and yawned, except instead of a deep, heavy gasp like before, Christina yawned lightly and delicately like a woman would. Her hair was a lovely brown with lustrous waves and curls that gave it body and volume. After stepping out of bed, she looked down to realize her breasts had grown yet again overnight to mammoth proportions. She could no longer see her feet over her heaving bosom. The gown did little to withhold the breasts, and they were bursting up and out sensuously. Christina stroked the breasts from top to bottom, the bust being almost horizontal at the collarbone. The ensuing pleasure led her to continue down her toned stomach and to her butt, which had also become much more voluptuous during her sleep. The hemline of the gown no longer reached over the cheeks and could only cover half her wonderful rear. The sensation created a passionate tingle within her and she could not help but caress down her smooth legs and back up again. Christina then softy touched her lips with orgasmic excitement and a lustful gaze in her eyes as her beautiful hair fell softly over parts of her sultry face.
She took a long shower and bathed her supple skin. After, she put on thin lacy panties that almost disappeared within her plump butt cheeks and a black push-up bra that was just large enough to withstand the size of her enormously perfect breasts. Over her underwear, Christina wore a tiny red top that was not much larger than the bra underneath. Her grand cleavage hurled itself outward as the bra lifted the breasts up to each other. A small micro skirt slid over her bountiful rear, only covering a portion and leaving nearly half the butt on display for the public. The final piece included a pair of seven-inch platform stilettos and sparkling jewelry around her neck, wrists, and hanging from her ears.
Christina moved to her desk and began to apply an assortment of cosmetics to pamper herself: lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, etc. Once finished, she looked like a seductive goddess with the demeanor to match.
The whole process took much longer than what she spent yesterday. As she walked down the stairs, she immediately went out the front door without wishing her parents goodbye. Jennifer and the others were waiting outside in Jennifer’s Mercedes. Christina jumped into the passenger seat beside her. Side-by-side, Christina’s breasts now surpassed Jennifer’s greatly, and everyone was quick to notice.
Christina flaunted them to the others, proudly asking, “What do you think?”
They all voiced their approval, but Jennifer spoke with disappointment and slight jealously that went unnoticed by the girls. She began to adjust her own bra to maximize her own cleavage in vain attempt to match Christina’s. Christina watched as she did. Embarrassed, Jennifer gaily commented, “I think it’s hot if we all match,” to hide her humiliation. The girls sitting in the back listened and pushed too at their bras till the most cleavage was visible.
At school, they all got out of the car together. Everyone stood still a watched in awe as the five girls led now by Jennifer and Christina strutted towards the entrance of the building. Their massive breasts amusing the boys as they approached, and their ample asses doing the same after they passed.
David and his friends were to the side watching Christina and the others. Christina stopped and so did the rest. While Jennifer and the rest stood tantalizingly, Christina walked seductively over to David, who felt isolated by her mesmerizing gaze. She approached and first rubbed her ass against his groin sexually. Then she turned and wrapped her long smooth legs around him and pressed her stomach against his, her breasts squeezed between the two bodies. Christina softly kissed him then gave him the same hypnotizing stare once more.
She whispered quietly and seductively into his ear, “I’m Christy. See you around.” She walked away swaying her hips, and David was left speechless and enthralled by her enchanting presence.
Beth ran up to Christina worried, “You weren’t on the bus today. I got worried.” She stopped suddenly when she saw Christina’s monstrous bosom and skimpy attire.
Christina looked at Beth with disgust, her luxuriant hair flowing as she turned her head. “Out of my way,” she said with the same tone of self-importance as Jennifer. Christina pushed Beth aside and returned to her voluptuous companions.
Friday, November 28, 2014
NEW FRIENDS PART 2 OF 4 by Dynamoob
The rest of the day went by with little change. Christina made it to the cafeteria for lunch. She walked cautiously through the line to get her food. Going to the table to eat, Christina tried very hard to remain discreet, but her hips continued to sway in the tight jeans, garnering unwanted attention. Beth was already sitting down and eating. Christina slid down across from her, but shyly avoided eye contact.
Beth looked up, “You okay Chris?”
“Strange things have been happening to me,” said Christina, “Like on the bus, and my clothes. I don’t know what to do.”
“Try to relax,” Beth advised, “Don’t get so stressed. Maybe –,”
Jennifer came walking by again with her posse beautiful friends. Her blonde hair bounced and flowed in the air. If some of it fell atop her prominent cleavage, she would swing her head around to remove it and simultaneously display the volume of her golden locks. All the boys stopped to stare.
Beth looked at her and muttered to Christina, “What a slut.”
Christina turned to look. Unbeknownst, her hair then began to grow. The knots were coming undone, and the dull messy hair turned smooth and shiny. Neither Beth nor Christina noticed as it happened. But when Beth turned to look at her friend, she asked, “Did you let your hair grow out?”
Confused, Christina turned around and realized her hair had grown down to her shoulders. After she became scared again, “Oh no, it’s happening again.”
“It’s no big deal,” Beth reassured her, “It’s just hair. You can cut it whenever you want. Stop stressing. Gym is next. Maybe some b-ball will help you relax.”
“Yeah, maybe.” After lunch both Beth and Christina entered the women’s locker room and began to dress into their PE attire: a white T-shirt and blue running shorts. Christina had difficulties getting out of her jeans. She wasn’t used to wearing such tight clothing. But she managed and dressed herself in her PE clothes. They however were also tight. The shorts usually hung to her knees, but now they clung closely to her legs and covered only an inch or two of her thighs. The white shirt was also more constricting and much shorter. Fully stretched, Christina could only pull it down to her belly button.
She and Beth entered the gym with the rest of the students. They all lined up as the coach approached the class. Christina fiddled with her beautiful brown hair with an innocent and playful expression of her face that she couldn’t help but making. The coach blew his whistle and ordered the students to stretch. Christina bent down to touch her toes: her shorts stretching to contain her ample ass. At first, Christina reached her gym sneakers with ease. Her manicured fingers rested comfortably around the leather. But then her legs grew, and Christina’s feet were no longer in reach. She rose up and gazed with wonder at her long, slender legs. The coach yelled at her, and she resumed stretching with the rest of the class. But instead of holding to her toes, she compulsively rubbed her smooth and soft legs with a gentle touch.
After the stretching was finished, the coach brought out a bag of basketballs for the students. All the boys went straight for the basketballs while the girls retired to the bleachers to gossip and admire the athletic boys. Beth jogged up to Christina, who was still admiring her gorgeous legs. A pair of boys jogged up opposite them, one was bouncing a basketball up and down.
“You two aren’t going to win this time,” said one.
Competitively, Beth replied, “Oh yes we will. Right Chris?”
Christina did not reply. Instead, she uncontrollably marveled at her figure. Beth then nudged her in the shoulder, and she responded, “Oh! Yeah, we’re going to win!”
“Losers take out,” said Beth mockingly to the boys. She checked the ball to one, and the two v. two game began. The boys moved swiftly around the court and moved the ball between them both. Beth hustled and defended well, but Christina was not effective on the court. Unlike the others, she was very feminine in her movements and how she ran. Beth intercepted a pass and fed the ball to an open Christina. Christina reacted quickly and reached for the ball, but her arms wouldn’t obey and very womanly patted the basketball to the ground. It came bouncing back up, and one of the boys ran through and stole possession before she could catch it. He ran quickly on the break and tossed the ball effortlessly and unopposed into the net for the first score.
Irate, Beth screamed to her, “Come on Chris!”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I don’t know what happened.”
Mocking what Beth had already said, the boy teased, “Losers take out.” Beth grabbed the ball from is hand in frustration. Christina pranced across the court similar to a dancer or ballerina. Once open, Beth passed her the ball. This time Christina caught it, though still very effeminate in her technique. She turned and dribbled awkwardly down the court. The boys were soon upon her so she stopped abruptly with both hands on the ball, turned, and with her elbows bowed out, shot the ball with both arms. She let out a very light, womanly grunt from the exertion of strength. Not enough strength however, as the basketball fell short of the rim. Again on the counter, the boys stormed the other net with only Beth defending. They scored again, and Beth’s anger with Christina boiled over.
“What’s wrong with you?” she barked, already caught up in the heat of the game.
“I don’t know,” Christina explained in bewilderment, “I try to do something, but my body won’t let me.”
Trying to calm down, Beth suggested, “Why don’t sit this one out.”
Christina agreed, feeling it was better that way considering her poor form on the court. She walked to the side and allowed for Beth to call a new teammate from another game. She began to approach the bleachers to sit and think, try to clear her head. While she strutted across, unknowingly of course, another change occurred. Looking around, Christina’s eyebrows thinned for a more feminine appearance. Her nose softened, and her eyelashes lengthened. Her cheeks became full and lustrous while her lips were plump and seductive. The change didn’t alter her appearance to where she was unrecognizable, but merely enhanced her features for a more alluring presence.
She sat down quietly, unaware of her recent change. The girls were deep in their chatter. Christina sat quietly at the base. Jennifer and her entourage were also present. While talking, the blonde bombshell caught sight of Christina sitting alone just beside them.
“You there,” she called. Christina looked up, puzzled that she was being addressed. Jennifer waved her over with her finger. She obliged. Christina rose and walked the short distance, her hips swaying and her hair flowing.
Jennifer scanned her from head to toe. “You’re kinda hot. How come I’ve never seen you before?”
Flattered, Christina responded, “You think I’m hot?”
Jennifer ignored her question and asked her own, “What’s you name?”
“Chris,” she replied hesitantly.
“Hey Christy, I’m Jennifer.” She reached out and hugged Christina, her ample bosom squeezing between the two. Christina returned the kindness and cautiously wrapped her arms as well.
After releasing, Jennifer asked, “Are you new here?”
“No, actually I –,” Christina began, but stopped as David walked by the group, a basketball held underneath his right arm. All the girls began to smile. The others looked on with a friendly yet flirtatious mood in their lips. Christina looked on with a flattered, almost bashful and timid smile. She tried to hide behind the other girls, but still remained in the open. David surveyed the line of beautifully buxom girls before reaching Christina.
Still walking, he coolly said to her, “Hey,” then continued past them all.
Giddy but shy, she softly replied, “Hey,” but her voice was inaudible, and to the rest she appeared to merely mouth the word.
Jennifer asked, “You got the hots for him, don’t you?”
Shyly, Christina answered, “Yeah.”
“Well meet me after school, and I’ll help you get him.” A deviously helpful grin emerged in her eyes as she said it.
Back in the locker room, Beth discussed how she came from behind to win the game. Christina paid little attention to her. Instead, her mind was on David. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them over her curvaceous ass. They were shorter now, and more like capris than pants. The waistline was also lower, showcasing the tip of butt cleavage underneath. Her top had changed as well. Rather than the gray before, it was now a faded pink and sported a shorter hemline. Once she put it on, she realized the shirt also had a lower neckline. It only covered half her stomach and left a large portion of her chest bare, but her flat chest failed to provide cleavage for the revealing neckline to be flattering. Her sneakers were replaced by a pair of light pink high-heels. Christina sat down on the bench, her jeans stretching to reveal more of her lovely ass, and slid the two-inch heels on one after the other. She stood back up expecting to have difficulties balancing in her first time wearing heels. But remarkably, her balance was perfect. She actually felt more comfortable in the heels than in her sneakers, which confused her.
Christina glanced into the small mirror at the back of her locker and examined her modified wardrobe. The pants she didn’t mind and the heels she actually enjoyed. But the shirt she despised. Looking how it just emphasized her lack of cleavage, Christina grimaced in disgust. She looked down and grabbed hold of her tiny breasts. A quick moment later, pain rose in each one. It soon subsided and then quickly returned again. Christina clenched her breasts in agony. The pain disappeared, and her breasts began to grow in her hands. They inflated a full cup size, stretching the shirt and forming a small cleavage line up the center of her chest. Looking with amazement, Christina stroked and caressed her larger breasts in a pleasurable manner. Her back started to arch and her shoulders fell back, causing her bosom to protrude out for public display.
Her backpack was gone and in its place was a stylish little purse. Christina bent down at the waist to pick it up.
Beth finished getting dressed as well. She turned to Christina and asked, “You ready?” Christina stood back up and hoisted the purse over her shoulder, the tight jeans highlighting her curvy hips and the shirt flaunting her new cleavage.
“You ah,” she said baffled by the new look, “…look great.”
“You think so?” Christina asked, “Thanks.”
Beth looked up, “You okay Chris?”
“Strange things have been happening to me,” said Christina, “Like on the bus, and my clothes. I don’t know what to do.”
“Try to relax,” Beth advised, “Don’t get so stressed. Maybe –,”
Jennifer came walking by again with her posse beautiful friends. Her blonde hair bounced and flowed in the air. If some of it fell atop her prominent cleavage, she would swing her head around to remove it and simultaneously display the volume of her golden locks. All the boys stopped to stare.
Beth looked at her and muttered to Christina, “What a slut.”
Christina turned to look. Unbeknownst, her hair then began to grow. The knots were coming undone, and the dull messy hair turned smooth and shiny. Neither Beth nor Christina noticed as it happened. But when Beth turned to look at her friend, she asked, “Did you let your hair grow out?”
Confused, Christina turned around and realized her hair had grown down to her shoulders. After she became scared again, “Oh no, it’s happening again.”
“It’s no big deal,” Beth reassured her, “It’s just hair. You can cut it whenever you want. Stop stressing. Gym is next. Maybe some b-ball will help you relax.”
“Yeah, maybe.” After lunch both Beth and Christina entered the women’s locker room and began to dress into their PE attire: a white T-shirt and blue running shorts. Christina had difficulties getting out of her jeans. She wasn’t used to wearing such tight clothing. But she managed and dressed herself in her PE clothes. They however were also tight. The shorts usually hung to her knees, but now they clung closely to her legs and covered only an inch or two of her thighs. The white shirt was also more constricting and much shorter. Fully stretched, Christina could only pull it down to her belly button.
She and Beth entered the gym with the rest of the students. They all lined up as the coach approached the class. Christina fiddled with her beautiful brown hair with an innocent and playful expression of her face that she couldn’t help but making. The coach blew his whistle and ordered the students to stretch. Christina bent down to touch her toes: her shorts stretching to contain her ample ass. At first, Christina reached her gym sneakers with ease. Her manicured fingers rested comfortably around the leather. But then her legs grew, and Christina’s feet were no longer in reach. She rose up and gazed with wonder at her long, slender legs. The coach yelled at her, and she resumed stretching with the rest of the class. But instead of holding to her toes, she compulsively rubbed her smooth and soft legs with a gentle touch.
After the stretching was finished, the coach brought out a bag of basketballs for the students. All the boys went straight for the basketballs while the girls retired to the bleachers to gossip and admire the athletic boys. Beth jogged up to Christina, who was still admiring her gorgeous legs. A pair of boys jogged up opposite them, one was bouncing a basketball up and down.
“You two aren’t going to win this time,” said one.
Competitively, Beth replied, “Oh yes we will. Right Chris?”
Christina did not reply. Instead, she uncontrollably marveled at her figure. Beth then nudged her in the shoulder, and she responded, “Oh! Yeah, we’re going to win!”
“Losers take out,” said Beth mockingly to the boys. She checked the ball to one, and the two v. two game began. The boys moved swiftly around the court and moved the ball between them both. Beth hustled and defended well, but Christina was not effective on the court. Unlike the others, she was very feminine in her movements and how she ran. Beth intercepted a pass and fed the ball to an open Christina. Christina reacted quickly and reached for the ball, but her arms wouldn’t obey and very womanly patted the basketball to the ground. It came bouncing back up, and one of the boys ran through and stole possession before she could catch it. He ran quickly on the break and tossed the ball effortlessly and unopposed into the net for the first score.
Irate, Beth screamed to her, “Come on Chris!”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I don’t know what happened.”
Mocking what Beth had already said, the boy teased, “Losers take out.” Beth grabbed the ball from is hand in frustration. Christina pranced across the court similar to a dancer or ballerina. Once open, Beth passed her the ball. This time Christina caught it, though still very effeminate in her technique. She turned and dribbled awkwardly down the court. The boys were soon upon her so she stopped abruptly with both hands on the ball, turned, and with her elbows bowed out, shot the ball with both arms. She let out a very light, womanly grunt from the exertion of strength. Not enough strength however, as the basketball fell short of the rim. Again on the counter, the boys stormed the other net with only Beth defending. They scored again, and Beth’s anger with Christina boiled over.
“What’s wrong with you?” she barked, already caught up in the heat of the game.
“I don’t know,” Christina explained in bewilderment, “I try to do something, but my body won’t let me.”
Trying to calm down, Beth suggested, “Why don’t sit this one out.”
Christina agreed, feeling it was better that way considering her poor form on the court. She walked to the side and allowed for Beth to call a new teammate from another game. She began to approach the bleachers to sit and think, try to clear her head. While she strutted across, unknowingly of course, another change occurred. Looking around, Christina’s eyebrows thinned for a more feminine appearance. Her nose softened, and her eyelashes lengthened. Her cheeks became full and lustrous while her lips were plump and seductive. The change didn’t alter her appearance to where she was unrecognizable, but merely enhanced her features for a more alluring presence.
She sat down quietly, unaware of her recent change. The girls were deep in their chatter. Christina sat quietly at the base. Jennifer and her entourage were also present. While talking, the blonde bombshell caught sight of Christina sitting alone just beside them.
“You there,” she called. Christina looked up, puzzled that she was being addressed. Jennifer waved her over with her finger. She obliged. Christina rose and walked the short distance, her hips swaying and her hair flowing.
Jennifer scanned her from head to toe. “You’re kinda hot. How come I’ve never seen you before?”
Flattered, Christina responded, “You think I’m hot?”
Jennifer ignored her question and asked her own, “What’s you name?”
“Chris,” she replied hesitantly.
“Hey Christy, I’m Jennifer.” She reached out and hugged Christina, her ample bosom squeezing between the two. Christina returned the kindness and cautiously wrapped her arms as well.
After releasing, Jennifer asked, “Are you new here?”
“No, actually I –,” Christina began, but stopped as David walked by the group, a basketball held underneath his right arm. All the girls began to smile. The others looked on with a friendly yet flirtatious mood in their lips. Christina looked on with a flattered, almost bashful and timid smile. She tried to hide behind the other girls, but still remained in the open. David surveyed the line of beautifully buxom girls before reaching Christina.
Still walking, he coolly said to her, “Hey,” then continued past them all.
Giddy but shy, she softly replied, “Hey,” but her voice was inaudible, and to the rest she appeared to merely mouth the word.
Jennifer asked, “You got the hots for him, don’t you?”
Shyly, Christina answered, “Yeah.”
“Well meet me after school, and I’ll help you get him.” A deviously helpful grin emerged in her eyes as she said it.
Back in the locker room, Beth discussed how she came from behind to win the game. Christina paid little attention to her. Instead, her mind was on David. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them over her curvaceous ass. They were shorter now, and more like capris than pants. The waistline was also lower, showcasing the tip of butt cleavage underneath. Her top had changed as well. Rather than the gray before, it was now a faded pink and sported a shorter hemline. Once she put it on, she realized the shirt also had a lower neckline. It only covered half her stomach and left a large portion of her chest bare, but her flat chest failed to provide cleavage for the revealing neckline to be flattering. Her sneakers were replaced by a pair of light pink high-heels. Christina sat down on the bench, her jeans stretching to reveal more of her lovely ass, and slid the two-inch heels on one after the other. She stood back up expecting to have difficulties balancing in her first time wearing heels. But remarkably, her balance was perfect. She actually felt more comfortable in the heels than in her sneakers, which confused her.
Christina glanced into the small mirror at the back of her locker and examined her modified wardrobe. The pants she didn’t mind and the heels she actually enjoyed. But the shirt she despised. Looking how it just emphasized her lack of cleavage, Christina grimaced in disgust. She looked down and grabbed hold of her tiny breasts. A quick moment later, pain rose in each one. It soon subsided and then quickly returned again. Christina clenched her breasts in agony. The pain disappeared, and her breasts began to grow in her hands. They inflated a full cup size, stretching the shirt and forming a small cleavage line up the center of her chest. Looking with amazement, Christina stroked and caressed her larger breasts in a pleasurable manner. Her back started to arch and her shoulders fell back, causing her bosom to protrude out for public display.
Her backpack was gone and in its place was a stylish little purse. Christina bent down at the waist to pick it up.
Beth finished getting dressed as well. She turned to Christina and asked, “You ready?” Christina stood back up and hoisted the purse over her shoulder, the tight jeans highlighting her curvy hips and the shirt flaunting her new cleavage.
“You ah,” she said baffled by the new look, “…look great.”
“You think so?” Christina asked, “Thanks.”
Thursday, November 27, 2014
NEW FRIENDS PART 1 OF 4 by Dynamoob
Christina woke to her alarm clock early in the morning. The time was six thirty, and the sun had yet to rise. Underneath the sheets of her bed, Christina reached out her arm to turn off the alarm. Then she pulled the blankets off her face and sat up yawning. Her short brown hair was clumped in knots and an overall mess. She reached over and turned on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. The sheets came completely off, and Christina stepped out of bed. Wearing loose cotton pajamas, she slid her feet into her slippers and slowly dragged herself into the bathroom.
The light came on, and she opened the medicine cabinet. She crabbed the toothpaste and her toothbrush and began to clean her stained yellow teeth. Then with a large brush, she worked vigorously to untie the knots in her hair. Unsuccessful as always, Christina proceeded into the shower. After she finished, Christina reentered her room where she slid her underwear up each leg and around her narrow hips. The cotton panties sagged over her small butt. She grabbed one of her bras from her dresser. She wore an A-cup to fit comfortably over her small breasts. A mirror rested on her desk. When Christina looked at herself in it, she became insecure, holding the muffin top hanging over her gut.
All the clothes in her closet were large and loose fitting. Christina grabbed a gray T-shirt off of its hanger and pulled it over her unkempt hair and petite bosom. A navy blue sweat jacket went over it, and a pair of light blue jeans went on as well. Christina sat down in a chair put on her dirty black sneakers then grabbed her backpack and went downstairs.
Christina’s mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Her father was already sitting at the table eating a stack of pancakes. Christina entered and dropped her backpack against the wall in the corner.
“Good morning Chris,” her mother said.
“Hi mom,” she replied.
“Morning Chris,” greeted her father.
“Hey dad.”
A bagel was waiting for Christina on the table already prepared with butter and cream cheese. Christina sat down opposite her father and began to eat. After only taking one bite however, she swallowed with disgust.
“This isn’t blueberry,” she complained.
Her mother turned and said, “I know. We’re out of blueberry, but I got this instead. It’s filled with vitamins or something to help with your growth.”
“What kind of growth,” Christina asked.
“It didn’t say,” her mother answered.
About the bagel, Christina remarked, “Well it doesn’t taste very good.” She reluctantly ate the rest and headed out the door.
The bus pulled up in front of Christina’s house, and she climbed aboard when the doors opened. She slowly walked to the back, passing other students along the way then sat down alongside her friend Beth with her backpack resting on the side of the seat. The bus began to move, and Christina’s stomach became unsettled. She grabbed her belly and grimaced with discomfort.
Beth worriedly asked, “Are you okay?”
“My stomach hurts,” Christina answered, “It’s probably that nasty bagel I had for breakfast.” She lifted her shirt to check her stomach. Her stomach was suddenly flat! The muffin top was gone, and her abdomen was smooth.
“That’s strange,” she said.
“What is?” asked Beth.
Christina looked up, “Oh never mind. It’s nothing.” They continued to the school without mentioning another word about her stomach.
They stepped off the bus in front of their high school. Across campus, students pulled into the student parking lot. Both Beth and Christina watched a sleek black Jaguar drive up and park in front of the building. A handsome young man stepped out and began to walk to their direction. Both girls became excited and jittery. He came closer and closer, and they grew more and more anxious.
He walked up and smiled. “Hi David,” Christina shyly said. David kept smiling, but he also kept walking. He passed them both without noticing either of one. Instead, he walked over to a group of other guys and entered the school with them.
Christina looked on with romantic eyes, “He’s so dreamy. I just wish he would notice me.”
Suddenly she was pushed aside from behind. A young girl named Jennifer came strutting by, saying with an air of self-importance, “Out of my way.” She continued to walk to the school with a clique of other girls with similar attitudes.
“Ugh, I hate her!” Beth said with disgust.
“I know,” said Christina, “Who does she think she is acting like that? What does she have that I don’t?”
“Boobs,” Beth answered without hesitation. Indeed, she was correct. Underneath her tight blue top, Jennifer’s ample breasts bounced up and down, garnering attention from all the male students in the area.
Resenting the beautifully blonde Jennifer, Christina and Beth slowly walked to the school’s front entrance. As they did, Christina’s clothes began to shrink. Her shirt and jeans tightened against her body while the jacket started to shorten. Christina looked on with amazement and disbelief. Her clothes now hugged closely to her skin, and she became embarrassed, as the tight clothes displayed what the loose ones hid: her tiny breasts and lack of any curves.
“What just happened Chris?” Beth asked her.
“I don’t know, they just shrank! Maybe my mom used a different detergent.” They entered the school together bewildered yet amazed.
The tardy bell rang for first period, and the two friends split ways. “I’ll see you at lunch,” said Beth.
“Yeah, later,” Christina replied, feeling uneasy about the morning.
In class, Christina sat near the front. She could not concentrate on the teacher’s lecture. Rather, she was too focused on her shrinking clothes and loss of belly fat. While examining her shirt, Christina noticed her fingernails begin to grow. She raised her hands up to her face and watched them mold into perfect manicures. Confused, Christina raised her newly pampered hand in the air.
“Yes Chris,” the teacher acknowledged.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” she asked.
The teacher replied, “You may.”
Christina quickly rose from her seat and rushed out of the classroom. She slammed open the door to the women’s restroom and leaned in front of the mirror.
“What’s happening to me,” she worried. As she spoke, Christina realized something different about her teeth. She smiled wide to see that her teeth were now white and pristine. At first she liked her new smile, looking upon it with joy, but then realized, “Something’s wrong.”
The bell rang again to signal the end of first period. Christina quietly left the bathroom and entered the hallway. She walked down the hall to her locker, trying to avoid any attention to herself. The troubled girl made it safely to her locker and anxiously opened it. She stumbled and fumbled objects as she transferred supplies from her bag to her locker. While in such a frantic state, Christina dropped several papers to the floor. She bent down from the waist to pick them up, her legs remaining straight. As she bent over, her butt expanded and forced the tight jeans to stretch. Boys whistled from behind her as they walked by.
Christina quickly rose back up and attempted to cover her butt with the fallen papers. But she noticed a great curve in her hips when she did. Suddenly she had a firm round ass. It felt good. Christina began to softly caress her new ass with her manicured fingers. She felt pleasure in doing so, but soon snapped out of it.
Her concern returned as she thought, “No, this isn’t right.” She grabbed her things and hastily moved to her next class. With each step, Christina unknowingly swayed her new hips from side to side in a sensual manner. The boys continued to turn around and stare at her as she strutted by.
The light came on, and she opened the medicine cabinet. She crabbed the toothpaste and her toothbrush and began to clean her stained yellow teeth. Then with a large brush, she worked vigorously to untie the knots in her hair. Unsuccessful as always, Christina proceeded into the shower. After she finished, Christina reentered her room where she slid her underwear up each leg and around her narrow hips. The cotton panties sagged over her small butt. She grabbed one of her bras from her dresser. She wore an A-cup to fit comfortably over her small breasts. A mirror rested on her desk. When Christina looked at herself in it, she became insecure, holding the muffin top hanging over her gut.
All the clothes in her closet were large and loose fitting. Christina grabbed a gray T-shirt off of its hanger and pulled it over her unkempt hair and petite bosom. A navy blue sweat jacket went over it, and a pair of light blue jeans went on as well. Christina sat down in a chair put on her dirty black sneakers then grabbed her backpack and went downstairs.
Christina’s mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Her father was already sitting at the table eating a stack of pancakes. Christina entered and dropped her backpack against the wall in the corner.
“Good morning Chris,” her mother said.
“Hi mom,” she replied.
“Morning Chris,” greeted her father.
“Hey dad.”
A bagel was waiting for Christina on the table already prepared with butter and cream cheese. Christina sat down opposite her father and began to eat. After only taking one bite however, she swallowed with disgust.
“This isn’t blueberry,” she complained.
Her mother turned and said, “I know. We’re out of blueberry, but I got this instead. It’s filled with vitamins or something to help with your growth.”
“What kind of growth,” Christina asked.
“It didn’t say,” her mother answered.
About the bagel, Christina remarked, “Well it doesn’t taste very good.” She reluctantly ate the rest and headed out the door.
The bus pulled up in front of Christina’s house, and she climbed aboard when the doors opened. She slowly walked to the back, passing other students along the way then sat down alongside her friend Beth with her backpack resting on the side of the seat. The bus began to move, and Christina’s stomach became unsettled. She grabbed her belly and grimaced with discomfort.
Beth worriedly asked, “Are you okay?”
“My stomach hurts,” Christina answered, “It’s probably that nasty bagel I had for breakfast.” She lifted her shirt to check her stomach. Her stomach was suddenly flat! The muffin top was gone, and her abdomen was smooth.
“That’s strange,” she said.
“What is?” asked Beth.
Christina looked up, “Oh never mind. It’s nothing.” They continued to the school without mentioning another word about her stomach.
They stepped off the bus in front of their high school. Across campus, students pulled into the student parking lot. Both Beth and Christina watched a sleek black Jaguar drive up and park in front of the building. A handsome young man stepped out and began to walk to their direction. Both girls became excited and jittery. He came closer and closer, and they grew more and more anxious.
He walked up and smiled. “Hi David,” Christina shyly said. David kept smiling, but he also kept walking. He passed them both without noticing either of one. Instead, he walked over to a group of other guys and entered the school with them.
Christina looked on with romantic eyes, “He’s so dreamy. I just wish he would notice me.”
Suddenly she was pushed aside from behind. A young girl named Jennifer came strutting by, saying with an air of self-importance, “Out of my way.” She continued to walk to the school with a clique of other girls with similar attitudes.
“Ugh, I hate her!” Beth said with disgust.
“I know,” said Christina, “Who does she think she is acting like that? What does she have that I don’t?”
“Boobs,” Beth answered without hesitation. Indeed, she was correct. Underneath her tight blue top, Jennifer’s ample breasts bounced up and down, garnering attention from all the male students in the area.
Resenting the beautifully blonde Jennifer, Christina and Beth slowly walked to the school’s front entrance. As they did, Christina’s clothes began to shrink. Her shirt and jeans tightened against her body while the jacket started to shorten. Christina looked on with amazement and disbelief. Her clothes now hugged closely to her skin, and she became embarrassed, as the tight clothes displayed what the loose ones hid: her tiny breasts and lack of any curves.
“What just happened Chris?” Beth asked her.
“I don’t know, they just shrank! Maybe my mom used a different detergent.” They entered the school together bewildered yet amazed.
The tardy bell rang for first period, and the two friends split ways. “I’ll see you at lunch,” said Beth.
“Yeah, later,” Christina replied, feeling uneasy about the morning.
In class, Christina sat near the front. She could not concentrate on the teacher’s lecture. Rather, she was too focused on her shrinking clothes and loss of belly fat. While examining her shirt, Christina noticed her fingernails begin to grow. She raised her hands up to her face and watched them mold into perfect manicures. Confused, Christina raised her newly pampered hand in the air.
“Yes Chris,” the teacher acknowledged.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” she asked.
The teacher replied, “You may.”
Christina quickly rose from her seat and rushed out of the classroom. She slammed open the door to the women’s restroom and leaned in front of the mirror.
“What’s happening to me,” she worried. As she spoke, Christina realized something different about her teeth. She smiled wide to see that her teeth were now white and pristine. At first she liked her new smile, looking upon it with joy, but then realized, “Something’s wrong.”
The bell rang again to signal the end of first period. Christina quietly left the bathroom and entered the hallway. She walked down the hall to her locker, trying to avoid any attention to herself. The troubled girl made it safely to her locker and anxiously opened it. She stumbled and fumbled objects as she transferred supplies from her bag to her locker. While in such a frantic state, Christina dropped several papers to the floor. She bent down from the waist to pick them up, her legs remaining straight. As she bent over, her butt expanded and forced the tight jeans to stretch. Boys whistled from behind her as they walked by.
Christina quickly rose back up and attempted to cover her butt with the fallen papers. But she noticed a great curve in her hips when she did. Suddenly she had a firm round ass. It felt good. Christina began to softly caress her new ass with her manicured fingers. She felt pleasure in doing so, but soon snapped out of it.
Her concern returned as she thought, “No, this isn’t right.” She grabbed her things and hastily moved to her next class. With each step, Christina unknowingly swayed her new hips from side to side in a sensual manner. The boys continued to turn around and stare at her as she strutted by.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
BUSINESS TIME - A Short Comic by Sortimid
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| Day 1 - "Are you okay, Mrs. Jones? You look tired." - "I have been feeling absolutely exhausted the last couple of weeks" - "Here. why don't you try "Pink!"? It's a brand new energy drink!" |
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| Day 4 - "You look refreshed, Mrs. Jones. How was your weekend?" - "Good, thank you. I went shopping, which was surprisingly therapeutic. In fact, I'm afraid I went a bit overboard. I cannot imagine what was going through my head when I chose them." - "Well, you can always return them." - "Of course… I need a new suit anyway. I can't recall these pants being so itchy." - "May I offer you another "Pink!"? |
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| Day 6 - "I like the new look." - "Thanks! I have so much energy. I've started exercising, I bought a whole case of "Pink!" for my workouts!" - "Are you coming to the office party on Saturday?" - "Thanks but no thanks. I try to avoid those. Let's get back to work." |
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| Day 8 - "Have a nice weekend!" - "Thanks! you too!" - "Are you coming tomorrow?" - "Oh yeah. It'll be a great chance to wear some of my new clothes!" |
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| Day 9 - "Wow, Mrs. Jones…" - "Please, call me Catherine." - "Ok, Catherine, I don't think I've ever seen you smile before!" - "Well you better not get used to it, mister. Come Monday I''ll be all business again!" *wink* |
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| Day 11 - "Excuse me?" - "Yes, Mrs. Jo- Catherine?" - "I think there's something wrong with my computer." - "Really? What seems to be the problem?" - "It just doesn't seem to accept my password anymore. I've tried a dozen times!" - "Let me see… here. Try again." - "Oh my god! What did you do?" - "Your caps lock key was on." - " Oh! Silly me! Thank you so much!" |
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| Day 14 - "Heeeeey, there's something wrong with my computer again…" *pout* - "Seriously, Cathy? This must be the tenth time this week! I'm starting to believe you're doing this on purpose." |
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| Day 17 - "Hey Cathy… What's wrong?" - "It's just, everthing is suddenly so HARD. I'm having trouble at work and I can't focus on anything and I'm just so emotional and I think this stupid energy drink is making me dumb!" - "Oh come here… You know what'll make you feel better? Shopping!" [a few hours later] - "Is that a hair salon?!? Oh goodie!" |
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| Day 18 - "Mrs. Jones! May I have a word, please?" _ *giggle* "Boys, I'll be right back." - "Mrs. Jones, this is completely unlike you! I can accept the deterioration in the quality of your work - you're obviously going through some sort of phase. But then you come into the office dressed like… this!" - "You don't like my outfit? But I got it for work! It's my work outfit!" - "Frankly, these clothes imply an entirely different line of work." |
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| Day 20 - "Bye, baby, I'm off to work!" - "Didn't they fire you from the office?" - "I never said I'm going to the office, I said I'm going to work!" - "Okay…" - "And they didn't fire me; I quit!" |
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| Day 23 - "Hey Kat, are you ready for your next scene?" - "Yeppers! And I just wanted to say this is, like, AWESOME! I've never been in a movie before!" |
VEGAS WEEKEND PART 6 OF 6 by Jafar
Epilog
Pussy Tits Ass
(One month later)
Fannie Wunderchuck strode through the Keegan’s house with a purpose: find her husband and get OUT of here. Denise Keegan had been head of the PTA for two years before Fannie had roped the position, but there was just always something ... suspicious ... about this family. Something just not—
“OW!” Fannie spun around to see Paul Acer, the chemistry teacher sitting in a chair. “MISTER Acer! I have had my rear end pinched more times at tonight’s party than I have in my ENTIRE life! And your little pinch just now is simply one sexual harassment too many! Do you know what that MEANS?!”
“Oh, I KNOW this one!” he fidgetted. “It means that, one, you have the looks of a dark-haired Pam Anderson and, two, your prudish grandmother obviously possessed you and took over your body and mind in order to stamp out everything pleasurable in the world, but, three, the pinches are exorcising her evil spirit so that you’ll melt back into the little sexpot that you were always meant to be. I’m right, aren’t I?”
Fannie stared for a moment, astonished. “It means ... YOU no longer have a job. I am going to have you SUSPENDED first thing tomorrow morning, and you will NEVER work as a teacher again!”
“No ... I don’t think THAT’S what it means.”
She narrowed her big beautiful eyes. “You just watch me.”
Paul Acers leaned back, crossed his legs and stretched an arm out over the back of the padded chair. “Believe me, little sex bunny, I INTEND to! Now you be sure to put on a good show for daddy tonight.”
“I ... don’t ... BELIEVE ... you ...,” she whispered. She spun around and strode off in search of her husband. There were going to be QUITE A FEW people that she was going to get suspended!
Fannie made her way to the kitchen, where she found Denise Keegan in high heels, a bikini and a t-shirt, cutting up celery and placing it on a platter with dip in the center. Braless, no doubt, if the jiggling ripples bouncing across her busom were any indication.
“What kind of party are you running here, Denise?” Fannie challenged.
“Oh, I certainly hope a fun one! Not like one of your boring, staid little ‘get togethers’.”
“Well, at least MY parties are PG-rated!”
“I know. That’s what I just said,” Denise smiled sunnily.
“You—did you—are you AWARE of what some of your guests are DOING?! I have had my BOTTOM pinched! Several times! And they—but you—do you have any—”
Denise pulled a dildo out of a drawer, held it up and arched one eyebrow. “Do you need a pacifier to help that stutter of yours, Fannie? ‘Cause I have just the thing, right h—”
“Denise! You are just FILTHY!”
“I AM,” she giggled, “Aren’t I? It’s part of my charm.”
“It’s—part of—your—we’re leaving. Harold and I will have NO PART of your tawdry little ‘party’!”
Denise went back to chopping vegetables. “That’s just that much more man-meat for the rest of us.”
Unbelieving, Fannie walked out of the kitchen. Had this woman really been a PTA mom?!
She strode to the dining room. Maybe Harold was THERE!
“Oh, I don’t get morning sickness,” Mrs Pittman bubbled to five men and one woman standing around her, " just get horny (giggle)!”
Fannie’s jaw dropped. The pregnant woman was standing in the center of the room, her spacious blouse lifted up to expose her whole swollen belly. Directly in front of her stood Fannie’s own Harold! His hands were reaching up under the front of her blouse to cup and squeeze her pregnant boobs!
“HAROLD!” Fannie screeched. “WHAT are you DOING?!”
“Oh, hi, sweetie. Patty was just showing me how big her boobs have gotten. I had forgotten how much I like big milky tits! Maybe I oughtta knock YOU up again. Would you like that, honey?”
“HAROLD! YOU PIG!”
“I guess that means no, hungh?”
“Get your HANDS off her BREASTS!”
“Oh, I don’t mind, Fannie. Let him play.”
Fannie walked up and slapped her husband’s hands away from the teacher’s breasts. “Harold,” she said, a deadly tone in her voice, “If you want to still have a wife tomorrow, you will go get our coats, and we will leave. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Awww,” Mrs Pittman taunted him, “Did knifey-wifey cut off the balls?”
“And YOU—" Fannie jabbed a finger at the pregnant teacher, “—are not FIT to teach children!”
“My ... what a tightass ... can you bend keys and spoons with that sphincter?”
Fannie glared at her. “Harold!” she called without breaking her stare-down with Pittman.
“Yes, ma’am.” He hurried out of the room.
“I know a secret ...,” Mrs Pittman whispered to her, “... that you don’t.”
“It’s probably pornographic!” Fannie spat.
“How’d you know?” Patty grinned. She dropped back to a whisper. “It’s pornographic ... AND it’s about YOU!”
Fannie waited, but the other woman just smiled smugly.
“What? What is your secret?”
“Way ... deep down inside of you ....”
“Yes?”
“There’s a ....”
“Yes?”
“I can’t say.”
“What? What’s inside of me?”
“There’s something ... trying to get out ....”
“What?”
“I ... can’t say.”
“Tell me!”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“You don’t have any secret.”
“Maybe not. But you do.”
“Nonsense.”
Mrs Pittman silently toasted her with her glass.
“Harold?!” Fannie called over her shoulder. “What’s keeping you?”
Denise Keegan scurried in then, carrying the tray of dip and vegetables and wearing only heels and a skimpy apron, baring the sides of her breasts and her naked ass.
“Denise! You’re—you’re NAKED!”
“There’s that stutter again, Fannie. Do you want a—”
“HAROLD!”
“Your husband? He’s out in the kitchen with me.”
“Harold!” Fannie marched to the kitchen, trailed by the giggling Denise. “Harold, what are y—”
Fannie halted in her tracks. There before her, Mrs Joan McCloud, without a stitch of clothing, stood bent over the kitchen table. “Hi, Fannie,” she beamed.
Behind Joan stood a naked Bobby Keegan, his pelvis pressed to hers, slowly grinding it around.
Fannie swallowed. God, the boy’s lean buttocks were ... distracting!
“He can do you next if you want,” Denise told her cheerfully as she stepped by her to return to the kitchen counter. “He’s an excellent fuck. I can vouch PERSONALLY for that!”
Fannie shook her head. What was the woman SAYING?! That she had ... BEEN ... with her OWN SON?! That was ... LUDICROUS! Even for this bizarre family!
“Hi, sweetcheeks!”
Fannie turned to see her husband sitting in the corner. A blonde woman was there with him, wearing only a set of panties, sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck, grinding her ass at his crotch.
“Hi, I’m Annie Layton,” the blonde said cheerfully. “Is this your hubby? You lucky cunt! He’s yummy!”
This was just ... too much.
Fannie looked over at Denise. The woman was leaning on one elbow on the counter, the other hand tucked up under her apron, fingers obviously moving rapidly at her crotch. As she watched, Denise sighed, then brought both hands up and began slicing cheese for another tray, wiping her juices on the slices.
“Did you ... fix the vegetables like that too?!
There was a moment of silence, then Denise turned around. “Oh, you mean me? Yeah ... I’m afraid so. I’m so horny that I just have to reach down and give a frig or two every few minutes.” She looked away and got a naughty smile on her face. “Except for SOME of those vegetables. Some of them got ... put places. Lucky vegetables ....” She shrugged and smiled. “But I don’t think anyone will mind. Do you?”
“Eeeeewwww.”
“You’d like it if you tried it. I have very tasty juices. I’ve been told so.”
“Eeeeewwwww.”
“Prude.”
Fannie turned around when she heard Joan McCloud’s rhythmic squeals get higher in pitch. As she watched, the young woman clenched and clawed at the table, then slowly relaxed, allowing herself to limply drape over the table’s edge.
“Oh, Denise (sigh) ... you son is being SUCH ... a GOOD BOY!”
“Isn’t he, though? He sure can satisfy his MOTHER’S itch!” She paused, distracted, then quickly reached underneath her apron again.
This was just ... UNBELIEVABLE!
Bobby pulled out of Joan and stepped to the open, his stiff prick bouncing. “You wanna have a go, Mrs Wunderchuck? Little fella’s still at full mast.”
Fannie just gasped. This could NOT be happening!
“G’head,” her husband said, and she glanced at him. His shirt and pants were gone, as were the blonde slut’s panties.
“I—I ... can’t,” she breathed. “It would be ....” Whorish.”
“Here ... let me help put you at ease, Mrs Wunderchuck.” Bobby stepped behind her and brought his hands up to cup her breasts through her blouse.
And she ... let him.
And she LET him!
But ... the squeezing ... and fondling ... just felt so ... right. And calming. And soothing. “Oooooooh ...,” she sighed, trembly with bottled excitement.
“Feels better, doesn’t it?”
Fannie slowly nodded.
She glanced over at Harold, and the sexy blonde whore was pulling his underwear off. And ... Fannie didn’t know if she’d ever seen her husband that hard before.
The courteous young man was unbuttoning her blouse, and she looked at him, startled. “It’ll feel better this way,” he told her.
“O ... kay ...,” she sighed.
He popped her bra, then politely slid it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
“O ... kay ...,” Fannie sighed again, not believing in any way that she was standing here in front of these people, topless.
The boy’s hands went to her breasts and nipples, and she melted. “Oo-o-o-oo-oh!” she sighed, trembling. “Oh! My!”
“You are ... SUCH ... a slut, Fannie,” Denise told her.
But she wasn’t ... she wasn’t a slut ... was she?
“Oh, FUCK it!” Denise said, whipping off her apron to stand naked. “Everyone!” she called to the crowd in the dining room and den, “I’M for dinner! Everyone come EAT me! Pussy is served!”
Several folks wandered into the kitchen, including Mr Acer, who smirked at Fannie when he saw her letting her bare boobs be fondled.
“I’m not ... a slut ...,” she defended herself against his leer and the echo of the earlier accusation.
“Mmm-hmm,” he just smiled.
“I’m NOT! I’m NOT a slut!” She felt Bobby’s hands at her waist, unbuttoning her skirt, and she looked over her shoulder at him. “I’m ... not ... a slut ... Bobby ....” She was torn between putting a stop to this and ... and ... and letting him ... continue!
“Of course you’re not, Mrs Wunderchuck.” He slid the skirt over her hips, leaving her in just her heels and panties. “You’re just a little loose.”
Bobby stroked his hips, sliding his erection up and down between her pantied ass cheeks. “OHGOD!” she gasped and clenched the top of a chair for support.
“Just let me know any time you want me to stop, Mrs Wunderchuck.”
“You don’t ... have to ... YET ... Bobbie ...,” she gasped and sighed.
“Mm-hmm,” that aggravating Mr Acer kept smirking.
She glanced at her husband, and that beautiful blonde sex kitten was straddling his lap, bouncing and giggling.
Fannie pushed her ass back against the boy’s strokes. Oh ... FUCK! ... That felt GOOD!
She felt his hands grab her panties, and she quickly clutched the waistband. “N-noo-o,” she said in a trembly voice. That was the last thin ... (wet) ... thing seperating her from whoredom.
“Trust me.”
Swallowing hard, she let him slowly slip the waistband from her grip, then slide the panties down to her ankles, where she delicately stepped out of them.
Now she was ... standing NAKED ... for all this crowd to see .... A shiver of involuntary excitement ran through her.
She felt his warm hardness as the respectful young man slid his ... hard, hot ... jism cannon ... up and down between ... her ASS CHEEKS! GodDAMN! It was getting HARD—no pun intended, she giggled—to CUNTROL herself!
Acer sat there in a table chair, nodding with a smirk, so goaddam beligerantly smug that she was ... nothing ... but a slut ... a slut ... nothing but a cum-hungry slut ... a desperate WHORE begging for—oh, FUCK it! Maybe she WAS! Maybe she WAS just a cum-slurping WHORE!
“Fuck me ...,” she sighed, barely audibly.
“What?” the courteous young man driving her mad with his fuck-tool asked.
“Put it ... in me ....”
She saw Acer nod his head, all his suspicious confirmed in full.
“I’m sorry,” Bobby asked, “What was that?”
“JAB that HOT PECKER of yours up in my WET BEGGING HOLE! NOW!” She took a moment and collected herself. “Please.”
“No.”
She jerked her head around, her eyes pleading.
“No.”
“P-please?”
“Not until after you suck me.”
Fannie pressed her pelvis back quickly, hoping to impale herself on him with or without his consent, but Bobby took a step back. Fannie turned around and sank to her knees, her eyes transfixed on his rod. “But I ... I don’t ... know how ....”
“Yes, you do.”
She glanced up at him, then returned her eyes to the god of her world now.
“You chaperoned the kids to Vegas on the senior trip.”
“Mm ... hmm ....” She leaned in closer, almost able to feel the heat radiating from it.
“And you stayed at the Star of the Desert Hotel.”
“Mm ... hmm ....” She touched her cheek to it, ran it up the side of her face. Ohgod, that was sweet .. the warmth, the wanting ....
“Oh, just suck him, Fannie!” Joan commanded impatiently.
Fannie suddenly sucked him into her mouth, at this moment in time, her hole of pleasure. Tongue action, suction, no teeth, lips tight—it all came naturally to her somehow. Delightfully naturally.
“Mmmmm ... that’s it, bitch,” her young gentleman told her, and she beamed with pride. “Lick it.”
Head bob. Rhythm. Suction and lips. Tongue flicking. Bob. Flick, flick, flick. She was SO proud when she heard his breath turn trembly.
She bobbed a couple minutes, servant to that magnificent cock, getting a diffuse sexual pleasure just from being an attendant, a slave, to this dominant male sex organ.
“Up,” she heard her young gentleman say from a distance through a haze laden with sexual eroticism, ready to condense into liquid droplets of pure ecstatic orgasm.
“Hungh?” she responded dazedy.
“Up. I’m going to fuck your hole.”
With a dizzy eagerness, she staggered up, holding the chair for balance, and bent over the table.
“Fuck ... this ... slut ...,” she breathed.
Bobby obliged, and the meticulously proper lady squealed over several octaves upon entry, then moaned heartilly with each stroke.
Within a minute, she was shrieking and clawing at the table, then stiffening as waves of pleasure ravaged through her. But she didn’t come down. Like a submissive leaf, she floated in the air, a new waft of passion lifting her back up every time she thought she’d descend and become of this world again.
After several minutes of nearly continuous orgasms, she felt her lover spray his juice into her.
After a minute, Bobby smacked her hip and pulled out. “You’re a pretty good whore, for a prude.”
Oh! He was PLEASED with her!
Exhausted, she lay draped over the side of the table.
Joan McCloud reached over and began lightly playing with the other woman’s hair. “Your girls look so SATED when you finish with them, Bobby.”
“Are you still feeling sated, Joan?”
“Weeelll,” she grinned. “I’m ... uhm ... ready to go again, to tell the truth.”
“I’m going to need just a few.”
“I understand. You know, you’ve knocked me up.”
“You’re pregnant?”
“With my student’s child. Isn’t that dirty? Doesn’t it just make you so horny, just to even think about? Porked and planted with a student’s sperm, my belly swellin’ and poppin’ in the next few months.”
“You’ll make a beautiful mother.”
“Just remember, Bobby. Just because a woman gets knocked up doesn’t mean that—”
“—she stops having sexual needs,” Bobby grinned. “Now where could you have heard that from?”
She traced her fingers down his cheek. “Are you still going to fuck me, lover? Eventually we’ll have to do it doggie style. I KNOW you like it that way!”
Bobby rubbed his hand possessively over her belly. “You’ll get more beautiful each month.”
God, this talk was making Fannie hot again! She laid her hand on her abdomen and mentally told her eggs to spread their little legs wide. She was already loaded with Bobby’s jism; if one of the little spermies took root, she might one day be on her hands and knees, her belly swelled, taking it up the cunt doggie style. OOOH! She shivered with anticipation.
Bobby frenched Mrs McCloud, then headed into the den for some more action. Still lightly playing in Fannie’s hair, she asked her, “It’s delightful when she comes out, isn’t it?”
“She ... comes ... out ...?” She was too sated, too complete to even bother lifting her head off the table.
“They put a slut inside you at Vegas. When you get her warmed up enough, she comes out and does this to you. Yours just bloomed.”
Fannie focussed a little more—this had to do with what she had just experienced, and that made it an important topic. “How ... do I get her to come out more often? Like, maybe, every ten minutes?”
“I’m not sure. They put a slut inside of me, and she comes out any time I see a cock. But some people are different. Denise’s slut is out all the time.”
Fannie gazed over at Denise, bent over, getting pumped in the pussy and in the mouth at the same time, and she felt envy. Lucky bitch.
“If you’re like me, though, you won’t remember.”
“Won’t ... remember ... this pleasure?” It was about enough to bring tears to her eyes.
“Nope. When my slut cools down, she crawls back in her shell and hides. Until she cums out again.”
“I don’t want her to hide ... I want to be a slut all the time!”
“Take another trip to Vegas. Maybe they’ll fix you up right if you ask them nicely. I’m considering it.”
Fannie vowed then to schedule such a trip and blow every casino boss in Vegas if she had to, until they turned her into a permanent whore.
Joan sighed. “You’re beautiful when you’re sexually sated.”
Fannie lifted herself off the table, then kissed and tongued the young teacher. “So are you. But, I’m not sated. I’m horny! If you’ll excuse me.”
“Sure,” Joan smiled.
Fannie walked back into the living room, her stride a little funny because of the craving between her legs. When she saw Mr Acer, she made a beeline toward him. When she got near, she sank to her hands and knees and crawled to him.
He was stripped naked, a scruptious-looking erection standing tall in his lap. He gave her a condescending smile.
“You’re right,” she smiled. “You know me exactly, Mr Acer. I’ve been exorcised, and I’ve melted right down to the desperate cum-slut that my pussy wants and needs me to be. Can I please suck your cock now, sir? Pleeeeease?”
Paul Acer spread his knees so the pretty young PTA mother could crawl in between his thighs and suck his toenails out his cock.
Fin
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