“A-are they changing. Or is it just me?”
Laura’s mind couldn't quite make sense out of what it was seeing. Surely her sister and her best friend had not just transformed into aggressively slutty bimbos right in front of her. And they definitely couldn’t be competing to see who got to fuck the doorman tonight. That just wasn’t possible.
But, as she looked down at her hand, she knew something impossible was happening. Her nails were growing right in front of her eyes. Becoming longer, faker and pinker. This couldn’t be happening.
She felt a wave of panic as she looked up at Penelope and her sister. Their bodies hadn’t been so insanely curvy just a few moments ago. She was sure of it. And she had to hold on to that thought as hard as she could if she wanted to have a chance of resisting.
“Oh fuck. What’s happening to me?” She cried out as she continued to shiver in the cold. But no one seemed to hear her. Danica was high as ever. So she probably didn’t even know anything was going on. The faces in the crowd were indifferent to her cries for help. Like nothing was happening at all.
“Fuck! Oh Fuck!”
Her breathing quickened as she felt her boobs straining against the top of her formerly loose fitting club dress. She looked down just in time to see her breasts expanding and spilling over the top. She knew she was about to be another dumb slut. Just like Jan and Penelope. But she couldn’t do anything about it.
“I-it’s not just me, right? They are changing?” There was a sense of urgency in her voice. To which no one responded. It was like a bad dream. Her sister was now having a shouting match with her best friend about who was the bigger whore. And that would be Laura’s own fate in a matter of minutes. If not seconds.
She placed her hands on her breasts as they continued to grow. Hoping that she could somehow suppress the transformation. Force it back down. It seemed like no use as the fabric of her dress shifted beneath her fingers. Altering into a new shape to match her new body as her feet began to disappear under her rapidly expanding bust.
“This isn’t happening!” She closed her eyes for just a moment. Trying to will the change to stop. Even as her own mind began to war against itself. Old memories had to be replaced by new ones to match her new self. The skinny, modestly curvy girl she had been was dwindling away. Lost under the new identity that was forming. One dominated by her most striking feature. Her gigantic tits.
“No!” Laura felt it happening. Her boobs were approaching the size of volleyballs. Properly huge melons. In her heart of hearts, she knew what that meant. She was going to become stupid. The pop culture image of the brainless girl with a huge rack flashed through her mind. And she just knew that was going to happen to her.
She had to stay focused. Even as her dress swirled across her body. Forming and reforming before finally settling on a colour. Pink. And a size. Micro.
She crouched on the ground and tried to think. What were three essential facts about her that couldn’t be stripped away? Her name was Laura...Umm, Laura something. She was a thoughtful, intelligent woman. And...like, she had super big boobies. Wait, no! That last one was wrong. Super, super wrong!
It was no use. Everything she tried to recall about herself was just swirling down the abyss of bimbofication. Her love of classic cars? Her affinity for hip hop? If it couldn’t be boiled down to the fact that she was a girl and she had big tits, it was useless. Buried forever beneath the aesthetic of a brainless blonde beauty. Which was swiftly becoming her entire personality.
She continued clutching her increasingly expansive breasts as her heels started to grow. Changing slowly into big, chunky white stripper heels. Raising her further and further up off the ground as the look on her face turned into dull, glassy eyed confusion. All urgency drained from her expression as her eyes grew wider and bluer. And her hair unfurled into a mess of platinum blonde curls.
Her newly smooth and blemish free ass ballooned out from under the hem of her slinky pink micro dress. Exposing her silky white panties to the line of horny, drunken club goers behind her. She could hear their cheers and their lewd remarks. Tilting her increasingly ditzy head as she realized, that was for her.
The last vestiges of resistance in her mind vanished right around the time that her titties grew to the size of basketballs. You could almost hear the pop at the very instant that her mind fully devolved into useless, glittery, girly bubbles. Never to have a serious thought beyond looking pretty and pleasing boys ever again.
Lori stood tall and dragged the hem of her dress down over her bubbly booty. More for the cold than any sense of modesty. Which had been almost totally eradicated from her. The crowd of men and women looked on. Hoping she might turn so they could catch a glimpse of her breasts in their full splendour. Even from behind it was plain that she had huge, heavy hooters. Bigger than her head and then some.
She placed one long, manicured nail on her puffy pink lips. Trying to understand what exactly was going on.
“Umm, is Lori stupid?”
“Huh!?”
There was little to no recognition from Danica. But that was pretty much par for the course from her stoner friend.
Lori knew she had to remember something important. She wasn’t the best at Thinking. Her head was mostly useless for anything but giving head and growing gorgeous blonde hair. But she totally knew there was something super important to remember.
She stared. The argument that her sister and her best friend were having seemed to have devolved into some kind of makeout competition...Oh yeah!
“Hey! Did the hunky bouncer guy let us in or not? My tits are freezing!” Lori placed one dainty hand over her mouth and giggled as she remembered what was so important. Getting into that club so more pretty boys could look at her big boobies.
Her truly monumental breasts had been artlessly squished into the top of her sexy pink dress. Nearly half of the damn things were spilling out into the cold night air. Her rock hard nipples spoke to exactly how cold it was and how flimsy her pathetic excuse for a dress was. Little more than a stretchy pink pillow case that had been absolutely strained to its limit.
“Umm, Maybe if the cute door guy wants I can give him a big yummy titty fuck? Lori’s really good at that”
She blinked her baby blue eyes expectantly at the bouncer. Who was surely on the brink of breaking by now. If the iron hard erection tenting his pants was anything to go by. Lori bit her lip lustfully. Salivating at just the suggestion of a big dick through the burly dude’s blue jeans.
“Uhh…” The poor boy didn’t even know what to do. He was like a deer in the headlights. As if saying anything to indicate what he wanted would cause the dream to vanish. And the endless assault of big titted babes vying for his cock would be over. It couldn’t possibly be real, but it was.
Lori bit her finger and made a baby face as she tugged the top of her dress down. Leaving only the barest hint of her nipples to the imagination. The slighted pull would reveal the magnificent size and shape of her truly improbable breasts.
“Plllleeease let us in? I’ll show you my big titties?”
“Uhh…”
He was still stunned. Looking over at the last member of the group. A decidedly normal looking girl who appeared to be very out of it.
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