The vague notion that she might actually be getting dumber did occur to Samantha as she hopped on the bus. And that was a bad thing, probably. But she was just so fucking hot now that it was hard to give a fuck.
She smiled bitchily as every head turned to observe her big, yummy titties poking out the bottom of her flirty little sweater. It was an utterly brazen and whorish look that simply demanded the attention of everyone in sight.
In fact, Samantha couldn’t decide what she found more invigorating. The horny, tactless leering of the men, or the disgusted and astonished gasps of the other women. It was just so totally overwhelming. Until a few days ago she had been an ordinary guy who never got noticed by anyone. And now she was this goddess with flawless skin and gigantic boobs who could get whatever she wanted just because she was so goddamn good looking.
All those other flat chested bitches could just stare daggers at her all day if they wanted. Samantha was at the top of the pussy pecking order now. It was evolution, or whatever. Like, people are basically just animals and it wasn’t Samantha’s fault that boys always wanted girls with bigger boobies and stuff.
She liked that a lot. The idea of being the alpha bitch. If she actually was getting dumber then it kinda didn’t matter since it was so easy to get boys to do stuff for her now. And she was really looking forward to testing her powers of persuasion out on her date tonight. Because she was still getting more gorgeous by the second the guy who she’d matched with just that morning was probably nowhere near her league anymore. But she could still have some fun twisting him around her finger. He’d probably cum his pants the second he saw her.
There was another instinct in there too. It was that evolution thing again. Like, she was a girl now. A really, really hot girl. So maybe she was basically just made for the purpose of getting guys off and getting that hot cum inside her.
“Oh shit” Sam’s mouth popped open and her eyebrows arched up in sudden realization. Being a girl had been so much fucking fun for her that it hadn’t even crossed her mind that she could probably get pregnant now. She looked nervous as that word tumbled around in her head, Pregnant. Her tummy would get all big and round, her tits would get swollen up and ready to lactate...
“Fuck…”. She knew she could take precautions to avoid that outcome. But as the bus pulled up to her stop she realized that the thought wasn’t exactly a turn off for her. Actually, it was the opposite.
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“...Fuck”
Sammi stood on the street corner waiting nervously for her date to arrive. Her absolute confidence was eroding. Slowly being replaced by the idea that she was nothing but a helpless little girly slut who really needed some guy with a big dick to just put her in her place.
Like, that idea she had where she was the alpha bitch also meant she was basically just a pussy being compelled to breed by hormones. It was all the fault of evolution, or magic, or whatever!
It was all so unfair! She stomped her foot. She had just started to enjoy being a fucking smokeshow but now, as she continued to get dumb as fuck, she realized that being hot as fuck wasn’t like a power that she owned. Her genes had just made her into a fuck doll for the express purpose of getting boys to shoot cum into her pussy.
She bit her lip. She was starting to soak through her panties at just the thought that her date could show up at any second. It was like she was nothing but a bitch in heat.
“Oooh, Fuck evolution!” Panicking, she reached for her phone. Maybe Carlotta could come and pick her up before it was too late.
But as she witnessed her handsome date pull over and step out of his car, it was definitely too late.
“Hi, Sammi? I’m Paul”
Ok, he wasn’t that good looking. He wasn’t in her league or anything. But, like, who was? Still, the irresistible urge to procreate was overwhelming. It was just genetics, or whatever. Sammi was a pussy, plain and simple. Which meant she needed to take this guy’s dick. That’s what she was for.
Her date was clearly nervous as she stood there helplessly for an extended period.
Sammi’s hair was now a glorious tangle of golden curls. Her eyes, which betrayed no intelligence, were wide and blue. Her shapely face was smooth, sculpted perfection. Punctuated by her juicy lips which were perpetually parted in a look of open mouthed confusion.
Her gargantuan breasts made a mockery of her pink sweater. They had grown so gloriously large and round that her underboob was fully on display. The hint of her perky pink nipples peeked out just barely.
Her nails were long, pink and useless. Like her hands served no purpose but to make her look more attractive to men. And possibly for jerking them off.
Her bountiful, luxurious ass nearly equaled the incredible spectacle of her pneumatically perky melons. Her wide hips and thick thighs seemed like they had been perfectly crafted to entice men to fuck her.
She knew she needed to say something. This guy was definitely awed by her ravishingly extravagant beauty. But the bitchy energy she once possessed was now buried under gallons of hormones. Sammi had been reduced to nothing but a rutting animal and there was no fighting it.
“...Umm, nice to meet you?” Paul seemed like he was about to give up.
“Hi! I’m Sammi!” She chirped with breathless enthusiasm.
“S-so. Do you want to go grab a drink?”
“Wow! Yeah! That sounds so fun!”
Sammi wobbled over and waited for her date to open the car door. She was far too delicate and a little too stupid to do those kinds of things for herself now.
-
The evening went well. Paul didn’t seem to realize that Sammi was basically his bitch from the word go tonight. And so he nervously forced banal conversation in an attempt to build a rapport. Sammi simply said ‘I dunno’ and giggled in response, which he might have been mistaking for disinterest.
Sammi did her best to nod along and act impressed. Saying things like “Wow~!” and “Oh my gosh!” Whenever Paul opened his mouth. She desperately needed this man to cum inside her. To just fucking fuck her pregnant. It was all she could do not to crawl under the table and just start licking his cock right then and there. But she was a girl, which meant that boys were in charge of her. Which meant that she had to wait obediently for her man to instruct her to bend over.
Paul was very incorrectly getting the sense that he didn’t have a chance with this girl. And offered Sammi a ride home. She simply stared at him as he drove her back. Thinking he was going to fuck her in the car and growing confused when she saw that he’d delivered her back to her apartment building.
“Hey, uhhh. I had a nice night”
“Me too!”
“I know we didn’t exactly hit it off” He laughed with a certain resignation in his voice “But maybe...I dunno if you wanted to give it another shot?”
Sammi was crestfallen. She couldn’t understand why this guy wouldn’t just bend her over and pump her full of jizz like he was supposed to. Was there something wrong with her? Were her titties too small?”
“Can I suck your dick?” She blurted out.
“What!?”
“Sammi’s gotta suck dick” She pouted.
“Oh! Fuck, uhh...Yeah. Yes please”
Paul could scarcely believe the turn of events as Sammi sighed with relief.
“Wow! Thanks!”
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Sammi’s face contorted in blissful pleasure as a line of drool escaped from her lips. It hadn’t taken long to go from dick sucking to fucking.
Sammi contemplated her situation. As this total stranger pounded her pussy into oblivion, she felt her intelligence being obliterated along with it. There would be no going back to the way she was before.
She was basically a cow with her big fat milkers anyways and she was truly in her place when she was on her hands and knees. Presenting her wet pussy to be fucked by some stud. And she just couldn’t wait to have babies. Lots of fucking babies. It was evolution. It’s just what she was made for.
She simply could not have been happier
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