Chris was a pretty standard excuse for a man, 19 years old with a thin face and a wiry frame, lacking any sort of muscle. He would have been just another man in a huge sea of others at his local college, but he was different, he refused to keep his mouth shut and refused to behave. He would strut around like he owned the place, hollering at girls, wolf whist...
Urban Oddballs: Chocolate Milf "Wha, where am I?" Annry shouted, finding herself sitting in darkness. "Calm down, the movie is about to start!" said a similar voice, very close to her. In a flash, a light beamed in Annry's face. This light was a movie projection, she was in a theatre, and there were rows upon rows of empty red seats. She looked around fo...
This story is a continuation of Hilda's previous adventure that was entitled "Hilda Humper's Delicious 2% Breast Milk". It begins in the same day and only shortly after, perhaps only an hour after, the previous humorous happenings of said tale. Thanks for reading. The Blonde Bimbo With The Big Boom Booms, Hilda Humper stars in: "Once, Twice, Seven Times A F...
I've heard people tell him "don't let the little head do the thinking". Like I don't know as much as the 'big' head? Where has he gotten us? This scratchy material sure isn't silk and I haven't seen my friend Miss Kitty in a long time. Ooh I'm getting bigger; what's he looking at? Nothing much I guess; I'm shrinking. He probably saw a bra ad in a magazine. Y...
Sweet was an awfully pretty word, Miari thought, tilting her head in wonder as she stared, open-mouthed, at the pretty, bobbing cock in front of her. She licked her lips. Sweet was the prettiest word in the world. It was like birdsong. Like a sun shining through rain clouds. Sweet. Like a waterfall of sugar water casting pretty little rainbows all across t...
We arrived home and Annie greeted us warmly, then stepped back to get a good look at me from head to toe, having me turn to see the full look. Satisfied with what she saw, I was told to bring in my clothes, put them away and then pick something pretty to wear as dinner would be ready shortly. Miss Maddy and Annie headed into the main house and I went about m...
Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * "Come-on. Undo my straight jacket," said Abigail, surprised that Brooklyn, Bronxie and even Madison would be so afraid to undo the knots tied in back. After all the laundry area had no guards and no cameras. "Hello, I can't use the tablet unless...
I would like to warn you, the introduction of the guide stated, that becoming a bimbo can be quite intoxicating. Once you begin, you may not be able to go back. You will need this deep inside of you. *** Day 8: Your New Hairstyle Over the last week, we have made great strides in your looks and behavior. We are looking to continue these changes this week...
The overwhelming sensation of being trapped pulls at the back of my mind as I slowly drift from darkness to a blurry light. I try to look around, but can't make out much more than a couple of gray walls with odd marks and scuffs here and there. I stand up but fall back down, feeling extremely dizzy and beyond thirsty. I need a drink so bad. I hear someone cl...
Her clothes were tighter yet again. Flesh squished against the cloth, bulging from the neckline as she struggled to keep her bra and shirt on. She sighed once the worst was over and worked on yanking her pants into place. They slid over her calves then staggered at her thighs. Fat squeezed over the waistband. Danielle scowled at the sight. Perhaps that was t...