Can we get a story of a shy nerdy girl making a serum to give her a bimbo body, but she manages to keep her personality from before?
The sound of gunpla hitting the floor made Nessa cringe, especially considering that she knocked them over with her big, round titties, but she couldn't focus on that at the moment. She hugged the shelf as she peered through the slats. The sound of her own, racing, pounding heartbeat drowned out almost everything else. She bit her plush, bee-stung lower lip as she watched and she waited. Had she been mistaken? She could have sworn...
Tension gripped her entire body, freezing her in place, as Nessa watched Jason walk by. Her heart fluttered. Her knees felt weak. Her plumped up bimbo pussy began to leak. Oh, God... The one day she dared to venture out of her goon cave and she had to run into her biggest crush! Without thinking, her hand drifted up to one of her pornballoon boobs and began squeezing it, a fidgeting, calming measure she had picked up ever since she first drank that serum.
Nessa held her breath as she watched Jason move down the aisle. The outline of his body drew her in; she couldn't look away. He wasn't supermodel hot or anything, but their shared nerdy interests had made him a god in her eyes. Watching him put together a model with his big-but-nimble hands made her imagine all the things he could do with them, whether it was touching her body or his own. Those images of his hand wrapped around something long and hard made Nessa's eyes flutter. She had to bite her lip harder just to keep from moaning in the middle of the store!
This was stupid, Nessa thought. This was all so stupid! She made that serum after seeing that he had followed a bunch of blown-up bimbos on social media specifically so that she could be perfect for him! She had lips that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. She had tits that were huge and pornographic and so obviously fake. Between her widened hips and her fat pussy, Nessa had made herself into the perfect bimbo fuckdoll! She knew what he liked and she changed herself to match. She did it for him! He'd love it! Of course, he would! He'd probably cream his jeans just at the sight of her, let alone if she stripped off her shirt and showed him her spherical tits bulging out of her bra and—
Jason's laugh snapped Nessa out of her fantasy and all the confidence she had built up in herself crumbled away. A low whine floated out of her as she watched him head to the register and check out. With the way the counter was facing, Nessa only had a brief moment, but what she saw made her smile. The cashier, working in a place like this, was probably numb to that sort of thing. Nessa, on the other hand, couldn't help but get excited at seeing her Jason buying yet another oversexed figure of Mitsuri Kanroji. He was such a perv and she loved it. Nessa looked down at her chest. She fiddled with her hair. She could get some pink and green hair dye. She could get a tight-fitting, plum-colored jacket to look like the Demon Slayer Corps uniform. Of course, it wasn't enough to just wear the uniform; Nessa had to be absolutely bursting out of it. She just needed to be a little bustier. Her boobs were already bigger than her own head, but a little bigger would really drive Jason wild. Yeah, that was it. She'd get a little bustier and then confess in cosplay. There's no way he'd be able to refuse!
