As she saw the little video of the shameless woman, A’s face burned. Her jeans were suddenly soaked at the crotch. She squeezed her thighs together and felt her clit pulse.
She looked around the quiet office. She leanet down and unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk. Inside were the heavy dildo and the pink collar. She grabbed both, shoved them into her tote and stood, legs shaking with need.
The executive bathroom lock clicked. She set the pink BIMBO collar on the edge of the sink, kicked off her shoes, shoved her jeans and panties down to her ankles, and leaned back against the cool wall. She'd been so good at resisting. She could stop now, but she picked up the collar. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle for a second, then it clicked shut around her neck. It was so easy once she was collared. She spat on the fat head of the toy, lined it up, and pushed the thick length straight into her dripping pussy in one long, greedy thrust.
The stretch made her eyes roll. She started fucking herself hard, angling so the head dragged over that perfect spot with every stroke.
Her face smoothed. The lines around her eyes faded. She looked younger, fresher. Her hair slipped out of its clip and fell longer, shinier. Her mind fogged at the edges; what she’d been researching simply vanished.
She didn’t stop.
Her ass rounded out , hips widening with a soft, wet pop.
The buttons on her blouse pulled tight. The blouse gaped, fabric stretched by her new curves. She caught her reflection in the mirror and froze for a second.
She looked… incredible. A hot, busty MILF version of herself. Mature, sexy, the kind of woman who made people stare in meetings. The blouse framed her massive tits perfectly. A much rounder, juicier ass. She could stop here. Pull down the blouse so it was less obscene, pull her jeans back up, walk back to her desk looking like this.
Her pussy clenched hard around the dildo without her permission.
The pleasure spiked white-hot and the thought dissolved.
“Fuck… just… a little more,” she whimpered, and kept thrusting. She wanted to be trashy. Obscene. Perfect.
Her mind was slowing down fast. Big words were slipping away. She couldn’t remember why any of this had seemed important. The buttons on her blouse then popped open one by one with soft ping sounds. Heavy, round tits spilled forward, now easily E-cups and still growing.
She was so wet now the dildo made loud, messy sounds every time she slammed it home. Her new huge tits bounced and swayed with every thrust, nipples fat and aching.
Her tits surged again, blowing past any reasonable size into full, heavy, natural H-cups that dominated her chest. Her waist cinched in dramatically. Her ass ballooned into a perfect, wobbling bubble butt just like in the video, as her jeans on the floor shrank to a tiny trashy denim thong. Her legs lengthened and toned. Her shoes lifted into towering clear platform stripper heels that forced her into an exaggerated arch. Her hair turned platinum blonde and exploded into thick, glossy waves. Her face shifted dumber, sluttier: big vacant eyes, high cheekbones, lips that looked injected and permanently glossy. Heavy makeup appeared like it had been painted on by invisible hands. The pink BIMBO collar sat proudly around her throat like it had always belonged there.
Her thoughts emptied out completely. Everything that had made her A — the career, the sharpness, the deadlines, the reputation — was fucked out. Replaced by pink static and one single, overwhelming need.
She came with a broken, high-pitched moan, squirting around the dildo so hard it splashed the floor. Her new bimbo body shook and trembled through the orgasm, the collar tight around her throat.
When the aftershocks faded, A was gone.
B stared back from the mirror on wobbly platform heels. She was built like pure sex, and wearing nothing but towering clear platforms, and the bright pink collar that said BIMBO in bold letters.
She slowly pulled the dripping toy from her still-twitching cunt, licked it clean without thinking, then touched the collar at her throat and giggled.
“Like… omigod,” she breathed, voice pure bubblegum and sex. “It’s so perfect. I got dumber and hotter and now I’m, like, totally B. Teehee!”
She turned sideways, stuck her tongue out, and took a selfie in the mirror — collar visible, one hand squeezing her own massive tit.
Then she dropped the dildo back into her sparkly pink bag and headed for the door on those impossible heels.
She didn’t remember her old name. She didn’t remember her job. She only knew she was B now — the busty sexy bimboslut in the pink BIMBO collar — and that she needed to find a real cock to finish what the toy had started.
Maybe Joe was still online.
B was ready to play.
Oh you know exactly how to get under my skin! ❤️🔥
I still have one more busy week in front of me, then hopefully I’ll have some time to write you back properly. I love your story above and one detail (that is in most of your stories) just hit me differently today and struck a nerve and inspired me to do a modern twist on an old classic. Hopefully in a week I will remember and can get you a fun story to push your buttons too.
Thank you A/B. 💖
