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[bmbochangetales]

Yo! Could you play the theme for the 90’s X-Men cartoon? I’m putting together a cosplay of my boyfriend’s favourite X-gal “Rogue” as a surprise birthday gift, but I don’t really know superhero comic stuff at all and I could use all the inspiration I can get…

"Well, my lovely listeners, maybe we can all learn a thing or two about love. The 90's X-Men for a super sweet Rogue trying to surprise her lover. I can help with that"

You could do this. Google told you that this was the right costume. Your boyfriend was a bit of a comic book nerd. He never pushed anything on you, but you know what he liked. He always loved Rogue from X-Men. For his birthday, you thought it was the best surprise for a fun night.

Your costume kind of looked a bit cheap but it would have to do. The music blared in the background as you straightened out the pieces. He should be there at any moment. You decided to do a bit of research while you waited.

Rogue's mutant ability is to absorb memories, powers, personality traits, physical talents, and strength. That could be cool to have you thought as you scrolled. You ended up on the page of a cosplayer. She was so stunning in her much nicer and sexier version. You clicked on the picture to make it larger.

Suddenly your costume was replaced by hers. This was a fluke. A dream. This couldn't happen. You clicked another picture noticing her hair looking like the comic book characters. Another click to get a better look. It loaded and then white hair slipped into your face.

This was insane. You decided to really test it. You picked a cosplayer who had a great pair of tits. If this was real, you would get a gorgeous shape, if not, at least you looked at a nice pair. You took a deep breath to click the picture for a closer look. You feel your chest give a push out. You stared down at them. Perfectly round and perky.

You smiled as you got an idea to test. You could be a bit shy when it came to trying new things in the bedroom. You searched for a Rogue porn clip. You clicked it and began watching. Suddenly you knew exactly how to move and stroke his cock. Your mouth puckered into the perfect blow job shape. You had a confident air about you.

The slam of the car door pulled you away. You rushed downstairs waiting to surprise your man. He was in for a night of enjoying your new abilities.

[bmbochangetales]

Okay, this might be an odd request for radio... but could you play "Chun-Li's theme" from "Super Street Fighter II"?

My girlfriend--*cough*I-I mean, my best friend who just HAPPENS to be female is an old school gamer girl and could use a pick-me-up. You see, she has this thing against modern game emulators, but her SNES died on her a couple days ago and she hasn't been able to play any of her favourite games since.

So, I figured it might cheer her up if you played the theme music for her favourite character from her favourite fighting game!

“How about some nostalgia for all our video game lovers out there with a bit of a new twist. Here is a remix for you of Chun Ali’s intro from Street Fighter”

Your best friend remained in a huff on the couch. Pouting like a small child. The death of the SNES was really bumming her out. You thought this song would help, but it seems like nothing would.

The music filled the house. As you went to give it one final shot to fix her beloved game system. She had tinkered with it several times since it’s untimely passing. Each time she was hopeful but then came back in a worse mood.

Strangely enough, when you went up. The machine had a light on. You turned on the TV and it was working fine. On the screen was a character design screen. She must have downloaded something to make her own character. That’s probably what broke it in the first place. But it seemed to be working now.

Wouldn’t it be a fun surprise to make a version of her to surprise her when she came up to see her game console had come back from the dead.

You named the character after her and chose a base skin. She always played as Chun Li so it was an easy choice.

The next screen was a personality chooser. This was pretty advances for SNES but hey it was just a game and more modern games had this too. She had definitely overloaded the system.

It was currently on vintage game snob. You scrolled through until you came across silly gamer girl. She would love this joke. She always joked she should become one so she could make more money on her hobby.

There was even a cosplayer streamer skin with it. Minus intelligence and up body score. Didn’t seem too bad. It added flirty points too.

The last screen was character controls. You put your name of a controlling player. You could even put in a relationship status. You were Going to jokingly set it as boyfriend. If she freaked out you could always change it back. You knew she would find it funny.

You clicked save and the machine sounded like it might break again. It gave a flash and just said changes complete. You went to get her.

“Hey! I think I fixed it” you hollered. You heard some high pitch whines from downstairs. It almost sounded sexual.

You walked downstairs to see her standing in a copy of what you picked on the machine. You should have been concerned that she looked different than when you left but you were too busy staring at her.

“I need to stream soon but first I need a good fuck from you.” She ran her hand down your chest straight to your cock, stroking it through your pants.

“Ready? Then show me”

[bmbochangetales]

BMBO FM I need your help I'm trying my daily run and it's a struggle to get motivated today. I would love it if you could play Tag you're it. That song always makes me run faster.

I’m no longer accepting BMBO FM requests. I may bring this interactive back at a later date but for now this and several others that I got earlier will be my limit until my move is complete.

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“Let’s get some motivation to all those runners out there, try not to get lapped, but if you do, “Tag You’re it”, enjoy”

It took you hours to get out for your run today. You had a rave coming up and really needed to go though. After hours of pushing it off, you headed to your favorite running path. A few other runner were there running the long looped path. You saw a male and female couple, two college girls, a solo guy and a solo girl.

Running on the path, you were going to use this song as a sprint. You really wanted to do this workout as fast as you could.

You but your headphones in and luckily the song was already queued up. You set off.

You quickly caught up to the couple softly talking to each other as they jogged slowly together as you slipped passed them with ease.

“Honey we really need to clean up the house when we get home”

“Or we could…you know”

“Shhhh people will hear you”

You rounded a corner and into a wooded section you were catching the two girls just casually waking. Probably only college aged or freshly graduated. You quickly over took them.

“I can’t believe he wouldn’t call me back. It’s like he just wanted sex, no just to cum, he didn’t care about me.”

“Guys are just gross and selfish. Maybe you should try girls like me.”

You picked up your pace trying to get this lap in. You saw the single man stopping at some equipment in the park to get some training moves in. He was buff and you could loudly hear his podcast playing out. Explaining how to pick up girls and reminding him that men were superior.

You saw the other girl running in the distance but she turned the corner and you seemed to have lost her.

One lap done, one to go for this sprint.

You came across the mistress and her cute little pet.

“Walk on your leash like a good girl. Mistress will reward you later.” She gave her per’s head a pat and the one on her hands and knees yipped and yapped excitedly.

She rounded the corner again and there was the happy couple.

“I just want to have my cock pumping you full, I want to see you getting bigger and rounder.I’ll let everyone know you take my cock so well”

“God please fill me up, I’ll be a good breed slut. Fuck me full of your babies I want to show everyone how good your cock is”

“Of course you do. You want to grow my children and keep your tits large and filled with milk.”

You came upon the equipment again. The himbo was there listening to his podcast. He was laying on a bench meant for sit ups, stroking his cock according to the commanding podcast reminding him that he was just a silly boy, women were superior.

You were nearing the end of the course and the song. You had lapped all the runners twice. Except you missed one…the lone girl. You were almost there when she flew up your left side. You could have sworn you heard her say “tag you’re it” eerily like the announcer. Maybe she even winked at you.

You felt tingling. You just keep going forward as the shorts and top shrink down. Your body begins to get harder to keep in proper form as your breasts becoming the size of melons. Their bouncing is hypnotic as your try to finish. You ass swells as your pussy begins to drip down.

You finished your sprint but you couldn’t ignore the feeling any more. You fell to the grass and the tiny top let your much improved tits fall out. You began vigorously rubbing them, bouncing them around. Your mind not caring anyone walking by, in fact you hoped they would enjoy the show.

One of your hands slipped down into what was supposed to be a pair of running shorts but your new curves were too voluptuous that they were just lewd with your body spilling out. You were busy rubbing yourself to climax so all passersby could enjoy the show. You couldn’t stop the first time or the second. You kept coming over and over again. Until you passed out until some time later.

You sat up and looked around. Why were you at the park in your high heels and sluttiest bikini? You couldn’t think. Oh well, it probably wasn’t important. But since you were here, you might as well find some fun friends to play with. You wanted to share you’re body.

[bmbochangetales]

How about “Country Girl, Shake it For Me” by Luke Bryan? I’d be interested to see what would to my wife and her three best friends while we sit at the table playing cards against humanity.

“A bit of a modern country bar classic goes out next” the drum and guitar kick in.

Your request plays out of your laptop live streaming the show. And now it was your turn to judge the round of Cards Against Humanity. You pulled out the card.

“‘To join my haram you must have________’ okay ladies let’s see what you got” you patiently wait until the put their cards down. They quickly did as they put their choices down each saying they had the perfect card. You shuffle them around ready to read them.

“Redneck chic” was the first card. Suddenly they are no longer in mid range yoga pants and cardigans. It’s Daisy Dukes and flannels. Of course they were all tied up so you could see their perfect trashy lingerie they had gotten at Walmart. Salon hair became their own personal handy work. Your jeans faded and your shirt became and aged flannel. The epitome of redneck fashion. God did it turn you on. The perfect style for these silly city girls to show off how good and country they could be. They thought it was a silly dress up night but they all loved the looks they got.

“ A power point presentation,” strange card…but it was true. The first date with your wife, had not gone well but you showed her a lovely little PowerPoint complete with hypnotic music and slides, and she had been oh so willing ever since. You remember when you made her dance to this exact song. Now it’s initiation for all the girls to dance to country girl shake it for me to be accepted. She loves playing the slides for anyone who comes to the house. Every time she does, she relives when she first did and that feeling combined with having more obedient girls for you made her incessantly horny.

You reveal the next card. “Pac man uncontrollably guzzling cum”. Your balls swell and your dick grows. You and your wife couldn’t help it. You just had so much cum that you needed the help and her friends all love it. They took turns drinking down your massive loads. It’s why they were always at your house. They all did their part helping drain your cock and drinking as much cum as they possibly could.

You pull out the next card to reveal “massive milky mammeries”. The room felt much smaller as the four woman suddenly bounces up 5 cup sizes each, except your wife went up 7. Their nipples grew with a pop becoming thicker and more prominent. Even the thickest sweaters couldn’t hide them. You loved listening to your wife and her friends talk about their milkings and especially when your got to drink it something about fresh off the tiddy milk. They loved spoiling you with it too. Always trying to hold their milkings so you could get a taste.

Something about your cock was special. It turned any girl into a perfect country girl with beach ball milking tits. You knew from the moment you met your first that you would use your gift and spread it to any woman. To every woman.

The perfect redneck haram. You knew you could make it grow.

[bmbochangetales]

Hi, I've been patiently on hold now. Long time listener. Its a bit of a stretch, but could I request "LIKEY" from TWICE? My 30 year old Asian-American wife is working around the clock over the holidays to finish a project with a bunch of her male coworkers, and hearing this on the radio would be a nice way for her to relax and hopefully destress for a bit!

“A trip to Korea for a little Twice. Here is “Likey””

Finally! It was your request. It felt like you had been waiting for months. The song played out. You really hoped your wife enjoyed the song. She had been working so hard. The catchy tune soon filled your ears.

Fluttering heart me likey Me likey likey likey Me likey likey likey Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat (Heart Heart) Me likey Me likey likey likey Me likey likey likey Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat

[Verse 1] Keep wanting to show it all again and again Every single little thing Inside the small screen, I wanna be the prettiest Yet still, I hide my feelings deep inside It takes so much effort to get the perfect look But it is something I can never give up Makes my heart beat every day, It's something you must never know Then I go on pretending [Pre-Chorus] BB cream pa-pa-pa, put on some lipstick mam-mam-ma Pose for the camera, aren't I pretty When you see this, make a smile and press hard On that cute red heart heart down there

Suddenly, you realized, you had understood the Korean words perfectly. You struggled before to learn anything even at you wife's insistence. You couldn't help but do a cute little dance to the pop tune, jumping around like a girl.

You begin to shrink in height and build, becoming increasingly slender and short. Your whole house seemed so much larger now. You look so cute and petite now as you wiggle your hips.

Your hair quickly streaks into a gorgeous deep, rich black tone. It begins to grow long and luscious. Your eyes become copies of your wife. You look like she did at 21, like her cute younger sister now. You decide to go to her vanity and just perfectly know how to apply make up so you enhance your pillowy pout with lipstick and have a thin line between cute and sexy.

The song echoed in the halls as your clothes changed to a tiny mini skirt and a matching crop top. A modestly enhanced butt puffed underneath the swirling skirt. The crop top stretched to cover bouncy little d cups. Definitely not natural for you, but nothing obscene.

You can still feel your cock dangling between your legs but you looked like a beautiful young woman now. It made you hot to think about how happy your wife would be to see you here waiting to please her.

Your poor unni! She worked so hard. You should go find her actually. You skipped around the hallways listening for the clicking and clacking of her busy computer work. As you followed the sound, your mind felt fluffy and pink asd you walked towards her.

Inside the room, you opened the door to her sitting in a leather business suit. Her coworkers were in different positions around the room, obeying her orders, hoping to please her by completing any and every task she assigned.

She noticed you as you bounced towards her puffing out your cheeks into a cute face, begging for her attention.

“Let’s turn that aegyo to some ahegao!” She smirked at you as she pressed you back into bed. She goes under your skirt finding your cock still there all though much smaller. She begins stroking when you say.

“Me likey me likey likey likey” you moan in a high pitch voice.

"I do too, and I am sure my coworkers will too cutie"

[bmbochangetales]

can i request the hell bent for leather song? I would like to dedicate it to my shy girlfriend so that she can enter the world of metal and motorcycles

“It’s an oldie but a goodie. Hell bent for leather by Judas Priest is on BMBO-FM now.”

She was a shy girl. But she was really trying for you. She would hang out in the garage while you worked on the bikes and would go to events with you. She was intimidated by all the leather and bikes. She was trying though. She had yet to even get on with you as she was a bit scared.

As the song blared through your speakers, she felt a sensation that started on her brain and flowed through her whole body. Seeing you on your motorcycle, it awoken something in her. It turned her own. The idea of leather and the roar of engines. The music in the background and the vision of you there was turning her on. She imagined herself as a sexy little biker girl following you.

That night she got on top for the first time. She had a strange new confidence that you normally didn’t see. It was new but you welcomed it. What you didn’t know was she was imagining being a cool girl on the motorcycle.

In the days that followed she began being out with you all the time. She loved watching you work on the bike and hearing the sounds. She got on the back and did a short ride with you. She kept hopping on top every night to get a good bounce on your cock.

On one of your rides she asked you to drive to a leather store. They had a whole section of clothing. You though she would just get the jacket. But nearly 1000 dollars later she had several outfits including some that would only be used inside the bedroom. You favorite was a little collar with stud’s that said “Biker’s Bitch”.

When you went out to start the bike she slipped into a pair of leather shorts and a matching corset. Her leather boots looked perfect. As you fever the engine, her libido kicked in. On the side on the road she slipped your cock out and gave you a blow job on the side of the road. When you came once, she looked up at you “biker’s bitch needs a fuck” and you knew she needed to be fucked on the bike.

Gone was the shy girl. You had a hot little number to show off at bike rallies and bars. You even supported the launch of her motorcycle theme only fans.

Nothing else felt good to wear except leather anymore. Her favorite accessories were spiked and chained in silver and gold. The sound of bikes immediately turned her on. And without fail, she needed to finish each day riding your cock. She had even asked you to pick out her first bike for her to ride.

[bmbochangetales]

F*ck Me & Feed Me by Rendezvous At Two. My girlfriend dislikes how demeaning it is, but it's one of my favorites. I also see her jamming to it, and give me this look when I play it.

“Listeners let’s start request hour by playing something slow and sexy. For the anonymous caller and their girlfriend, here is Fuck Me & Feed Me by Rendezvous at Two.”

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“This song? I swear some songs want us back in the kitchen. I can’t believe ” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey there Bonita,” you sing the lyrics to her. She pushed away.

“Nope nope nope. Not this song. If you wanna seduce why don’t you just pull out Marvin Gaye. At least he doesn’t just want me to be just a cooking sex machine.” You didn’t think the song was like that but every person has their thoughts.

She walked away as the smooth voice filled the room. As the song continued, she stopped before leaving the room. The percussion rhythm in the back caught her attention as her hips slowly began to follow the rhythm. You knew she secreted loved it. But this was new.

Fuck-fuck-then feed me, And fuck-fuck-then feed me and fuck-fuck-then feed me And fuck-fuck-then feed me And I won’t be cray-crazy No I’ll keep you groun-grounded And you want it bay-baby. Just get yourself around it now

She sang to the song. It was like the song hypnotized her. You didn’t dare look away as her dance picked up. You had never seen her like this as she rolled her hips and took off her shirt. Her bare chest bounced around as she she gave you a lustful stare. She slipped off her pants.

Your brain didn’t even pick up on the changes anymore. You need to be fucked and fed. Your pretty diamond was dripping and she needed a good fuck. She was like no girl you had before and you adored her, maybe you’ll keep her. Just as long as she pleases you.

She immediately went down on you wasting no time. Her mouth felt hot as she licked and sucked away. You could watch her breasts bounce as she bobbed around trying to get the best angle.

You couldn’t wait any more. You push her down on the floor, going inside her. Your finger stroking her clit just the way she liked. She was muttering the chorus over and over before she started whining as you fucked her closer to orgasm. She tightened her muscles around you inside. You slide out to take a few minutes to just use your mouth. You slide in again and fuck her to orgasm.

When you finish, you lay in a mess together on the floor for a few minutes. After a bit she pushes you off,

“Need to feed you” she whimpered like she was turned on. Neither of you would remember before your special request was on the radio. All she knew was to fuck you and feed you. And anytime her head got fuzzy, she knew to play her favorite song.

[bmbochangetales]

If BMBO FM is still taking requests, could I get "Dancing Queen" by ABBA? It's my wife's favorite and I'd like to surprise her after a long day at work.

I’m no longer accepting BMBO FM requests. I may bring this interactive back at a later date but for now this and several others that I got earlier will be my limit until my move is complete.

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When the door slammed you knew it had been a bad day for her. She walked into the room with a sour look on her face. You could tell she was fighting to not take it out on you.

You poured her a glass of wine and went to the kitchen to order something for dinner. As you did, you saw BMBO FM radio app. You knew you could cheer up your wife and it was perfect that it was request hour. You knew the perfect song to play.

Your turned the station on and had it playing quietly in the background as other requests played out. The food was delivered quickly as you refilled the wine glass at least two more times.

After eating her favorite food, you cleaned up for her. She just let her head rest against the back of the couch, dreading to returning to another day in the job. She was a mix of depressed and panicked thinking about it.

Suddenly the DJ came on “alright, this one is for all my dancing queens out there. Show me what you got!” The familiar opening played out and you went to turn up the volume.

She didn’t budge at first. Didn’t even recognize that the song had begun to play. But you walked to her and pulled her out of her own mind. You swayed back and forth with her. She was a touched confused at first, but once she heard what was on and realized what was happening, she smiled. It might have been the first genuine smile in a few days because of that damn job.

As the song headed into the chorus. She perked up again and begin moving more on her own. She added in hip movement and they seemed to grow with the music. She found her rhythm and began to dance for you instead of with you. She wanted to put on a show for you. It was almost if she had gotten the personality of a show girl or dancer.

As she bent down and did a dramatic hair flip up, her hair shimmered to an icy platinum color. Her lips seemed to puff up become the focal point of her face. Her beauty made her that much more hypnotic to watch.

As she kept eye contact with you, she began to grind up on you. You didn’t even realize how huge her butt was. It was hard to not look at that face, but her ass definitely was eye catching as well.

She spun around and as she came back around there was more bounce. Her previously average sized chest was now massive. Perfect for a stripper to bring in lots of cash. She made sure her dance moves called attention to them.

She strut around the room to the beat of the song pulling sexy poses. Her thigh high boots and newest lingerie were perfect for this. Sure she spent a lot of money on clothes, but she earned it and it made her happy, so why would you stop her. Im fact, you encouraged it.

Having men and women leer at her and give her their money was incredibly hot. They could only look at her, watch her her dance. Maybe a few for Han day. But nothing went beyond stares and some light touching. It was even hotter that she came home to you and was so horny almost every night. You got to fuck her.

And she practiced for you. She had the pole on the living room so she could rehearse her moves. She figured out what could drive people wild. How to tease them and get them to throw all the money they had. She moved gracefully up and down the pole, making sure to tease you with her most provocative moves.

As she slid down the pole and crawled to your feet, you pulled out a wad of cash for her to take you upstairs to the private bedroom for a different kind of show. She would have a good day at work now.