Constance couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. She’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. Nabiki was right on the threshold of reaching a B-01, a true bimbo slut. Her mind was still struggling with it, still fighting against her fake personality and true, trampy nature. It was a constant tug of war.
But still, the desire was there, the desire the reclaim her fate and embrace the debauchery.
“Come on!!!!!!!” Constance yelled at her tablet. She was so close!
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Nabiki and Akane kept doing their yoga stretches. In addition to her killer curves, Nabiki was extremely flexible. She could splits and toe touches with ease. If she wanted to she could probably put her legs behind her head. Those long, shapely legs given to her from some truly serendipitous genetic lottery. Boys had been eyeing thme all day when they weren’t gawking at her shapely bum or mesmerized by her perfect tits.
“Alright, now the spinal twist.” Akane lied on her back and twisted her legs a bit.
“Okey-dokey.” Nabiki mimicked her sister…though the results were a bit more erotic. A lot more erotic.
Then again, Nabiki made everything look like she was trying to flaunt her assets. And why shouldn’t she? She had the best curves in all of Nerima, probably Tokyo as well. No augmentation either. It was all her, all Nabiki. She was the desire of every man and the envy of every woman. Well, probably not Akane who was glad someone else was the center of attention. Maybe magnetism was just hereditary with the Tendou women, but manifested in different forms.
Nabiki unconsciously sighed as kept stretching, bending, flaunting, jiggling. No matter what she did, Nabiki always made it look like she was posing for a gravure magazine. Oh wait, she was doing that. If Kasumi got this agency off the ground she would be flaunting her body all over Japan. And getting a nice chunk of change out of it was a bonus.
“Hmmm, I wonder if I might be able to use this to my advantage.” Nabiki thought.
That would be an interesting way to extort more cash from the boys at school. Personal, signed photos of the sexy idol Nabiki Tendou? A bit pedestrian, but it was a way to swell her coffers to match her tits.
“Or maybe I can go a step further.” She thought as her mind was brought ever-so-closer to her real nature and that pink, erotic haze collecting around her thoughts became thicker.
Maybe instead of just signed photos she could do something…naughtier. Not just personal photos, but nudes. Finally get to see the goods the magazines only teased. A bit of a nipslip, maybe even bare-chested. Or full-frontal. Oh, she could sell those for a premium. And then she could use that to buy some nice jewelry, or sexy clothes and underwear so she could do more photos for more money!
She could probably set up a webcam as well for some shows. Oh yes, have all the boys flood her stream so she could milk their wallets as they were jerking their dicks. She’d rub her tits in oil, show off those enormous tits of hers, finger her juicy, insatiable cunt. But…
“Maybe I can go even further.”
Yes, further, harder, sluttier. After all, her libido had been increasing lately after what seemed like an eternity of abstinence. She could feel the lustful passion burning in her very core. Maybe she could go past gravure and into the erotic. Not just getting to see Nabiki’s goods, but partake of them. Of her body.
There was no denying it. Just about everyone in Nerima wanted her. They wanted a sneak peek at her goods, they wanted to cop a feel, and more. Even Ranma, for as much as he kept meditating and muttering “Mind of ice” was turned on by his would-be sister-in-law.
Her crotch ached thinking about running into Ranma’s two buddies earlier. They were so hard, so painfully hard, cocks fit to burst just from looking at Nabiki’s sweat-soaked figure and then her top made transparent from water. They would have shot their loads if they had stuck around long enough to witness Nabiki’s top exploding. It would have been a waste though, especially since she could have done that herself.
“Oooh, I wonder what they would have tasted like?” Nabiki unconsciously licked her lips which plumped up a bit in accordance to her wishes. Squatting between the two boys, sucking off one cock while jerking the other until they gave her a white, gooey treat and baptized her tits in essence, oh, that would be delightful! She cursed herself for not doing it earlier!
Or what about Kuno when she was teasing him? He was so macho, but so innocent, so virginal. Always going on about Akane and honor and other stupid stuff. All it would take was one blowjob from Nabiki and he’d never think about Akane ever again. Or maybe she could show up in her gym uniform, top straining against her sizable melons and her bloomers struggling to contain her exquisite, fat, tight buns. Fucking, sucking, slutting it up, it all sounded like a great way to play around.
It should. After all, it was what…it was what a….
“It’s what a bimbo like me does.”
And with that single thought the seal was finally undone and Nabiki was changed. Her tits grew into proper bimbo slutbags, a few cups shy of the size of her head and capped off by longer, thicker, sluttier teats begging to be teased, fondled, and suckled. They were enormous bimbo titties meant to bury cocks, to be groped and jiggled with every swaggering bimbo step she took. All-natural as well, the kind of near-impossible slutfat only a pure bimbo was capable of growing.
Her ass ballooned bigger and her hips cracked in accordance to become a perfect, juicy booty meant to sway back and forth hypnotically, a perfect bum aching for a slap. The sensation of her thong slotting even further between her butt cheeks mad Nabiki bite her lip unconsciously, which in turn plumped into a pair of bimbo cock pillows.
To cap it off her hair became a bit longer, now past her shoulders and a bit lighter, brown bordering on blond from a few dyeing sessions. And her nails grew, longer, trampier, decorated with elaborate nail art to really bring home that slutty, gyaru look. The haze descended into her being and she embraced it, accepting that was she Nabiki, the biggest bimbo in Japan.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for today.” Akane drank out of a sport bottle as she finished up.
“Kewl, that was totally exhausting.” Nabiki sighed, her big, bimbo tits jiggling as she settled. “I’m, like, gonna change out of these icky threads. Tell when dinner is, ‘kay?”
“No prob.” Akane walked over to Ranma. “Hey, Ranma, we’re finished.”
“Mind of ice, mind of ice, mind of…” Akane splashed her with hot water, turning Ranma to boy mode. “HEY!”
“Hey, that’s what you get for not paying attention and—” She looked down. “YOU’RE HARD AGAIN!?”
“Gee, why don’t you tell the whole neighborhood?”
Nabiki chuckled as she heard her sister and Ranma argue. It wasn’t his fault, every boy popped a stiffy when they saw Nabiki. Hopefully those two would finally get over that hill. Nabiki on the other hand…
“Oooh.” She rubbed herself through her tights, wet from the earlier antics. Best to head back to her room to attend like any bimbo would.
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Constance wilted onto her seat, all tension finally exiting out of her body.
“Finally!” She sighed. Nabiki was now back to where she should have been, as the legendary, fuck-hungry slut of Nerima.
It was too bad Constance still had work to do. With all that time that Nabiki should have spent as a superslut it meant there were still changes to be made and things to be improved. To say nothing of the other dealings with Nerima and how jacked sideways this town was. There were many more sleepless nights to be spent.
“Alright, now who else needs fixing?” Constance went back to her monitor to check on…
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