Bimbos VS Bi-Bois

Unending BE - episode 1313992

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“ARGH!”

A frustrated grunt and a dropping pencil, these were not uncommon sounds in a college dorm, even in the first two weeks. But adding to the frustration for Abigail was the fact that this was a college in Miami, land of beaches, bikini bitches, and the warmest parties with the coldest drinks. How could any reasonably attractive blonde be expected to work on ‘creative writing’ when she could hear the bass pounding from outside?

Abigail stood up and gripped her voluminous platinum hair, which often cascaded across her dollish face. “Ugh, how am I, like, supposed think of anything when there’s so much fun to be had!” She wiggled her big buns in tight black booty shorts as her face scrunched, each round cheek miraculously peeking out just to tease its flawless mass. “I mean…” She sighed and rolled her wide-hips to the mini-fridge in the shared dorm room, cracking open a cooler bottle full of peach flavoured bubbles, her favourite. “Like, c’mon!”

“You don’t see me having any problems with it.” Jade adjusted her green hat lower over her eyes, ignoring how her twin sister seemed to just pour out of her fabric minimalist clothing in every direction/ She was even busty from the view in the back! The sister just couldn’t understand what it was like to have breasts which could cradle a beer bottle, a set of hair which had enough strands to hoist a sail, and hips so exaggerated that it was hard to get through door. Jade had no breasts, no ass, and her hair was barely past her ears. That’s how this boi liked it. “And I can assure you that drinking won’t make things easier.”

She spun around to address twin’s spotlessly organized side of the room, her own side littered with neon clubwear and panties. “But, Jay-Jay I-”

”Don’t call me Jay-Jay!” She groaned, leaning back in her chair as she finally looked up from her laptop and sighed. “Look, it’s Sunday night and I’m studying for my exam tomorrow. Surely, you can take off one night of partying to actually get some work done.” She pointed over to her sister’s desk, a pile of dirty laundry, empty beer and soda cans and gossip magazines. “Have you even done any homework since coming here?”

“It’s the first two weeks, sis.” Abigail pursed her lips and pouted, the pink oval sticking out an inch or two from her face. “Like, anyone would actually be caught dead studying right now. There’s probably, like, fifty billion parties happening now!” She gave a squeak in frustration, crossing her arms in that way she did which pressed her big tanned melons to her chin. All natural, all oversized.

“Can you seriously not accept that, perhaps, just maybe, the most exciting thing happening on campus right now is a bunch of bros talking about the tail they pulled this week?” Jade shuddered. Men and their disgusting hairy breeding, how could any lady stand it?

“Um, yeah, Jade.” Abigail flipped her hair through the comb of her dagger long fingernails. “You don’t really get guys, but let me, like, explain real quick.” She pulled out her desk chair with countless bikini tops on top and leaned on it. “You see, guys can be boring, of course. But then when I walk in that room, and do this…?” She bent over and gyrated her big butt with wide deliberate motions, bordering on rap-video twerking before she stopped suddenly. “I like, start something in dem which gives them boners and act like animals. And just like that?” She snapped her fingers and went back to leaning. “We have a party.”

“Ugh.” Jade stuck her tongue out. “And what happens when they find out that your ass is fake?”

“Fake?!” Abigail must have heard this once a week from her sister, but it didn’t sting any less. She turned around and pulled her shorts down, revealing her porn-perfect round ass cheeks, the crack completely able to swallow Jade’s shaking head whole. “You see this?” She spanked each tanned cheek a couple of times, emphasizing that perfect ripple without a hint of a blemish, before gripping it and shaking the flesh like a piece of prized meat. “Fake asses can’t jiggle like that. All you see here is, like, hard work thanks to the work-out system made by the ass queen herself, Kim Kardashian.”

“I’m pretty sure her ass is fake too, sis.” Jade just went back to her laptop, hiding her grin as she simply adored to goad her blonde twin.

“Ugh!” She finished drinking her cooler and threw it on her bed. “Like… How can someone going to college be so dumb!?” She pulled up her black leather jacket from the floor and swung it onto her shoulders. “I’m going out!”

“I swear if you go see that Chryssi chick.” Jade dropped her mouth and shook her arms. “J-Just know I’m not picking you up at some dudes place half-way across Florida again. Once was enough. Bring enough money and get a taxi or something.”

“Ew, why should I pay?” Abigail put some pink lipstick on her top lip and smacked them together, before putting it back into her itty-bitty black purse. “Anyways, I’m just, like, going for a walk. Maybe go to the gym. I need to go to class really early tomorrow, so I probs won’t see Chrys-Chrys.”

“Isn’t your first class at 11:30? I-” Jade bit her tongue. “You know what? Good idea, I’m studying for my big test for tomorrow and I need some peace and quiet. Just don’t come home too late, because I want a good night’s sleep.”

“Of coursy!” She stretched her arms straight up and sighed. “I’ll be that dorky student you always, like, beg me to be.” She tilted her head, pausing. “I mean how hard could it be to do creative writing? I gots lots of followers on Twitter and Instagram saying how funny I am!”

Her sister knew full well that the followers were coming for the kind of pictures she took, and not the comments littered with smilies. ”And if you forget what your dorm number is, remember it’s on thongs.” Jade went back to typing. “Not that you ever wear them…”

”I’ll be fine without them! I’m just going for a simple walk!” She waved as she opened the door. “Bysies!”

Jade hardly gave more than a grunt as she leaned her stick body in skater clothing back to the laptop.

The second the door closed behind her, Abigail gave a big sighed and fished her cigarettes from her purse. She could not let Jade know about her habit or she’d tell mom and then mama would get pissy. She hurried out the front of the dorm, embracing the setting sun hitting these modernist concrete complex and continued to hear the bass pound from some guy’s dorm room. She lit her cigarette and swung her hips a bit, giving a little coo as her body begged for some fun.

“Oooo…” She sighed with smoke burst from her ring lips. “How can anyone be studying right now?” She just rubbed her chin, really thinking how girls must really hate having fun if they didn’t choose to party.

*DING*

Her purse dinged signalling a text message and she gave an excited yip. She yanked out the phone and glued her eyes to the glowing blue screen.

Chryssi - Sup’ bitch?

Again, Abigail, or Bibi to friends, gave an excited squeal, always happy to see a text from her favourite party girl. They’ve been crashing parties since high school after all.

Bibi - SUPER BORED LOL

Chryssi - Lol
Chryssi - U drinkin tonight?

Bibi - Fck ye. Im dyin 2 party

Chryssi - Go 2 quad. Ill pick u up.

Bibi - :D COOL!! Luv u!


It was only now that Bibi realized how under-dressed she was to party. She was more prepared for a hot workout that would pop boners with every sweet pose she struck than to get the boys excited in the club. But then again, some boys didn’t seem to mind as long as some cleavage was showing while she was talking. Hopefully Chryssi wouldn’t make fun of her too bad.

She scurried in her short white heels across to the quad, blonde hair fluttering in a much similar fashion as a cape in her rush. It was only now though she wished she had brought a more supportive bra, shaking breasts almost popping from her tiny black tank top when she climbed down the stairs from the quad to the nearest road. A white convertible screeched to a halt the second she got to the curb, arriving just in time for a huffing Bibi bent over.

“Wow bitch, run much?” The dark tanned babe of dyed jet black hair giggled at her friend, lifting her Florida black baseball cap to flash her a wink and a bubblegum smile. As usual, she was wearing the absolutely minimum amount of clothing to be street legal, in a mere neon white bikini, the top nothing more than triangles to strain against her heavy melons.

“Hey, gurl.” Bibi took a deep breath, trying to sound her bubbly self but suddenly really feeling the cigarettes’ effect on her cardio. “What’s up, Chrys-Chrys? Where’d you get this car?”

“Some big dicked stud said, like, I could borrow it and stuff.” She checked out her bright cherry nails and sighed. “Like, I think that’s what he said but…” She rolled her head over and giggled. “But then again, who the fuck knows what he’s talking about when he has his pants off.”

”That big, huh?” Bibi slid her big booty onto the warm beige leather seats, placing a kiss on those blushed ruby cheeks.

“Like my fucking. Whole. Arm.” She exaggerated to the extreme, stretching her arms way out. She stepped on the pedal and sped off, reaching below the dashboard for something. “Oh hey.” Her long nails had pinched a little baggy of pink powder. “Snort this.”

Bibi rubbed her chin as she put it real close to her clueless grey eyes of glaze. “Um…” She flicked it once, mesmerized by their shiny glimmer, reminding her of fabulous baking powder. “Is it like pink coke?”

”Kinda.” Chryssi itched her left nostril, her eyelashes flapping. “But it’s, like, way better. One hit just numbs you out a bit, but makes your belly flutter.” She bit her nail as this shiny white car flew past a stop sign. “It’s, like, hard to explain. I’m so high right now on this shit, my brain is, like, empty and I want to dance.”

”I have class tomorrow…” Bibi got from her lips before she thought how Jade-like that sounded. Using her nail as a spoon, she got some pink on her finger and sniffed hard.

“Woah.” She said in what sounded like an echo. “I feel…” Her body tingled, her mind slowed and her memory got spotty. Once Chryssi flipped on that radio, it just seemed as if the entire night was compressed into a couple of seconds.



Bibi was in the living room she’d never been before, sinking into the a black leather lounger, a shot glass of dark liquor between her cavernous cleavage.

A buff bald dude dove between her breasts, completely missing the actual glass and just going crazy licking and nipping and her big breasts, the actual drink spilling on his chin and down her body.

For her part though, she just giggled brainless, melting into the fabric which felt like yoghurt on the skin. “You likey… missed the drinky, silly…”



Now she was on the beach with bass pounding from little portable speakers, though for her ears, they sounded loud enough for California to hear as pulses of waves washed over her body. It was already midnight it seemed, the only light coming from a bulging fire which looked sloppily built.

A quick nip on the butt as she did her drunk dance made her realize that the guys around her were seemingly young teens, not even out of high school. They grinded their eagerly aroused crotches on her and she let out another giggle. A hard dick was a hard dick after all, and these guys obviously knew how to have a fun time.

Chryssi stumbled over with a bottle of white rum and stuffed it into her face. “Drink, drink, drink!”



There was a salty and erect cock in her mouth, her lips clamped on it’s pulsing length. Her vision was too blurry to even see who it was connected to, but it was fat and hard, so she didn’t mind just making it hit the back of her throat and positively gagging on it. It was eye-wateringly good.

On her wiggling, now nude, backside, she felt a dull slap which barely registered with her numb nerves. Her plump cheeks were roughly parted, a little wet finger probing before some stud dove his big meat train into her rear oven.

Oh, it burned so good. Her popped lips vibrated around the shaft, vibrating moans apparently bringing this guy to climax, hot salty seed coating her throat in after-sex.



“You fucking bitch!”

Her and Chryssi now were on the side of the road or something. There were cars honking every so often as Chryssi topless tits pushed into her own full pair. Her eyes burning with confused rage.

”You fucked my boyfriend.”

”Where…” Her drunk eyes hardly could focus straight on her friends flying mouth, feeling the smell of sex and booze on her lips. “Who’s your boyfriend?”

“Okay so…” Chryssi stumbled back, finger wiggling. “Maybe not boyfriend, but like, I said I want his dick so…” She stopped mid-sentence, stepped forward and smiled. “Fuck you’re so sexy Bibi. I want to just fuckin eat you.”

Those smeared ruby lips mashed awkwardly against Bibi’s own pair, the blonde not refusing such a sloppy tongue invading her mouth. They drunk fucked and kissed all the time, why would this be different? She was face to face with such a hottie, so why wouldn’t she just suck tongue and all her tasty spit.

Cars started to slow down for her, their horns blaring as they spotted two wasted bimbos get it on right on the concrete. But Bibi just focused on that pretty doll face, wanting to dive into her friend to feel warm and loved.



Now she had her face into a toilet bowl, scratchy porcelain most unsexy.

“Ew…” Her head was bobbing like a puppet as she felt her long blonde hair held behind her. “Like, how did I get here?”

*BLEH*



Hell wasn’t other people, it was your twin.

Before she left for college, her mother of big breasts and heart but of small brain practically begged for her to take care of her younger sister while she was there, simply because that was the duty of the big sister.

Bigger sister? She was born twenty seconds before Abigail, so that was a laugh. Plus, it had nothing to do with their age but just their personality. Momma’s little angel had grown up to be exactly like her, while Jade had done everything to be anyone else. From her first memories, she remembered her sister getting away with most things thanks to coddling mama, Jade always getting the blame. So it was only natural she’d strive to be different in every way.

Mom was feminine, dumb, and had always wanted to be a mommy, so Jade cut her hair short, wore skater clothing, studied hard and became a goddamned pinko commie. It served her well, she thought, but she still felt tethered to her brainless sis the whole time, especially when she was practically forced to not only bring her sister to college, but be her roommate as well.

Tonight was yet another act in a long play called saving Abigail’s big donkey butt, everything being serene and peaceful. A nice chunk of studying done, a peaceful masturbation session to some lesbian porn and then instantly to sleep without worrying about hearing the buzz of her sister’s most unsubtle vibrator. Then, like always, she burst into the room, drunk as a skunk and hardly able to get even her shoes off, but this time was worse than others. It was four in the morning, and she was quite sure she’d been popping drugs up her nose like nostril candy.

So she was left back on hair duty, ensuring that these disgustingly long strands of hair were clear of puke chunks as she hurled some pink looking stuff out. She must have run to Chryssi after having her little ‘secret smoke’, completely ignoring her advice.

“Ew…. Like, how did I get here?” She slurred out between spit strands, her body actually seeming to gain some control as she gripped the seat.

Jade groaned a sigh as she leaned against the stall of this shared washroom in their dorm, hoping nobody else came in forcing her to explain what was happening. She felt frustrated, embarrassed and way too old for this shit, but thankfully she didn’t have to take it anymore. There wouldn’t be another night where she was woken up in the middle of the night.

Once ‘Bibi’ seemed to be able to support herself, she flew to her room and back, filling up a glass of water with some grey powder and stirring it something fierce. She knelt down and put it to those bloated lips. “Hey. Drink this and you’ll feel better okay?”

She gave a loopy nod and gulped it down without a question, thankfully keeping it down and not turning into a rainbow of party regrets back into the bowl. Nodding, she followed her sister’s gestures and finally got to her feet with her sister’s help, slinking her barely conscious body into the covers, blankets over her sticky body.

Jade, shrugging, gave her sister a cheek. “You won’t remember any of this, so let me just say, I still love you, but things are going to be a lot different from now on.”

“Mmm but that dick was so-”

She put her own fingers in her mouth and Jade rolled her eyes before popping her own butt into bed, having to get up in two hours again once more.

Sure enough, Abigail certain woke up feeling a bit… different.

  1. Rubbing her head, she feels an even heavier weight in her chest. Her magical big boobies had gotten even boobier.
  2. Rolling from the sheets, she found herself very light in the chest. In fact, she didn’t have an ounce of womanhood left there.
  3. *Stretching from her slumber, not only does she find herself waking up earlier, her brain was, like, smarter?
  4. Pulling the pillow over her head, Abigail just can’t shake the fluff from her head. Was she somehow more of a dumb-dumb?
  5. Flipping her sheets down in a hurry, she noticed a radical change to her bombing body!
  6. Turning over as the morning passed by, she couldn’t help but notice Something Else happening to her.
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Fri Jun 15 20:16:49 2018

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