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HALLOWEEN BIMBO by Throne "But Haley," I whined, "maybe this isn't a good idea." My wife told me, "Settle down, Darren. Everybody got told what their costume would be for the Halloween party tonight. Do you want us to be the only ones who didn't follow instructions?" "No," I said sulkily. "It's just that this seems so... unfair." "How is it unfair? I mean, with your little crossdressing secret, having to look like a bimbo is perfect for you. And me dressing like a sexy...
The Bimbo I guess that I was a rather sexist young boy. I went to an all boys' school and there was a tendency amongst the teachers to encourage us boys to think of ourselves as the superior sex. At its root the concept was essentially that women were there to look beautiful, do the housework and serve our sexual needs. Sure over the years this had evolved slightly with women entering the workforce but this was as primary school teachers, nurses and secretaries. We weren't taught...
SUPER BIMBO by Throne Jim Marlow got the alarm on his wrist communicator. Robbery in progress. Old warehouse district. The Cerise Comet shed his civilian clothes and stood revealed in the skintight outfit that identified him as the quickest man alive. He pulled the hood up in back and fitted it over his eyes. A quick check in the mirror assured him that he looked perfect, his slim, lightly muscled figure shown off, the stretchy material he wore bright red and shiny. He smiled at...
As Faith and the Bimbo Squad were picked up at the air port in Dallas to speak at a women in business conference she could not help but to think that Erin and Sara the 2 women picking them up in a large limo would make good bimbos. This would be the test of turning women into bimbos outside of the controlled environment for Faith and her team. In the limo Faith sat between Erin and Sara and as the 90 minute ride to the conference started Faith started rubbing both women's cunts through their...
Mind ControlBecoming a Blonde, Blue-eyed, Buxom, Bimbo A Spells R Us story by Yvonne Moore -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monica wondered as she remembered the tales she'd heard concerning the Sigma Beta Beta sorority. If you believed what circulated through the rumor mill, then Sigma Beta Beta owed its very existence to the old man and his "Spells R Us" shop. Now that was downright really silly and totally unbelievable. Just what could...
Special shout out to one of my favorite authors: Toxis. Yours was the first remotely believable story of this genre and the best, so far.H. DeanShe was caught in a web of deceit; the lie of infidelity. Having hurt the only man she loved, she was willing to do anything to get in his good graces and save her marriage. In so doing, she is willingly led down the path to oblivion.Becoming BimboChapter 1I don't know how it started. No, that's not true. I know how it started. It started with me...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is not intentional. Ditto for the situations. You, the reader, should be of legal age of consent (usually about 18 years old) for the location from where you are connecting. I am not responsible for those who choose to ignore the above and read the story below. This story may not be reproduced or posted on another site without the express permission of the author. Tabitha's Bimbo By Jamcd Sean sat in front...
Hiya everyone. I’m Kryssi, but my real name is Krystal. Everyone calls me Kryssi. Before I even talk about how lucky I am to be with my boyfriend, can I, like, clear the air a bit first? Everyone always makes these totally false assumptions about me, so I want to set the record straight.I am not a hobbit, I am not the famous model that everyone thinks, I am not an interior designer, and I am a natural redhead, not naturally blonde. But I do have magical sex powers.I don’t know why, but most...
HumorBarbara Blaine was tired of having the same argument with her husband over and over. After twenty years his printing business was failing and for the first time since their first year of marriage twenty years ago, she was going to go get a job. When Barbara had married her husband at age 27 she had a new MBA from a midsize Midwestern University. After helping her husband with a business for the first few years, she had stayed home to raise the family. Now the kids were in college and her...
BUSTY BLOND BRALESS BIMBO by Throne (Just a bit of fun. Had the idea and wanted to share it. ENJOY.) I couldn't believe it. My wife really DID know magic. She had turned me into a blond bimbo, a curvy female with an outrageously large bust and a booty to match it. My penis, formerly a whopping nine inches hard, was now a laugh-producing two inch erection that wouldn't go down. She had dressed me in an incredibly slutty outfit. A big floppy beret, low-cut and cropped top,...
The Sissy and the Bimbo By Lucille Jeanette Smith This is a very small snippet I had in my head for a few days about a feminized husband and his abusive wife. Its a common theme in TG stories but mine has a little twist. Princess Sissy was primping himself up in front of the mirror at his own vanity. It was a routine he had done countless times over past six years in front of the taunting voice of her beloved wife Kristina. His wife said mockingly, "Put on the crimson lip-gloss...
When I was born was always a mystery to me. My Pa never talked of my mother and so all I remember is being. He told me I looked like her when he was drunk but gave no hint how. My two little sisters, big brother, my Pa and I took care of the farm up in the Mountains of Kentucky. Pa and Sam worked the fields. I worked the house, raised the twins. Terry and Merry were my first loves. So little and frail, they mewed like kittens when I first remember them. Golden hair, blue eyes peeked above the...
I slept like the dead, and woke up to the room phone ringing. "Sir, Mr Lim's driver is waiting for you." said the voice on the other end. "That's impossible, our meeting isn't until tomorrow," I replied. As it turned out, we crossed the international date line, so we did actually have a meeting that day. My bad. Worse, was that I was also supposed to have dinner with Mr Lim, and one of his Jr VPs, that evening, even though I'd made a date with our sexy flight attendants....
March 30, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “What are we doing with a full day off?” Clarissa asked when I returned from my run on Friday morning. “I had no plans except to relax until our concert tonight. Most everyone has at least one exam today, so it can just be us, if you want.” “Get your shower and come back to bed.” I quickly showered, dried off, and climbed into bed with Clarissa. She snuggled close and I put my arm around her as she got into our usual cuddling position, with her left arm and...
Things were going slow in Brandon's strip club. Uncharacteristically slow. Andthis was no surprise. Brandon had always been able to get the best dancers onthe stage due to this weird technology he... acquired. But ever since he hadopened an "escort service" as his second business, most of the women hadbeen moved there. Them becoming sex crazed after exposure to histechnology was a rather bad thing now. He needed to find new blood. To findsomething fresh that would attract more customers."Hey,...
Here's another "gargoyle." Now that it's out of the way, I can work on the long one for a while. The Professor and the Bimbo By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Yo, Gordo, the grades are in," Steve Lambert said, knocking on the open door of the room he shared with his frat brother. Gordon "Gordo" Barrenstein had his back to the door. He was sitting on a stool doing biceps curls with a set of weights taking his timing from the heavy rock music coming through his stereo headphones. Gordo...
The D & D Bimbo Tale Another tale from the dark side of Belle Starr This story was happened to me at The Ye Old Irish Inn with a fellow patron. The names are changed to protect the Innocent. I came into the Ye Old Irish Inn one Sunday to catch the latest ball game and the scores of the games played earlier. The Giants had just kicked off to the Bills and the Bills ran it back for a touchdown. John groaned in despair. John was a die hard fan of two things in life. Giants Football...
Karaoke. No matter how stressful things got at work or at home, she always had karaoke. It was the one time a week she could go and pour out everything she was feeling. Some nights she sang upbeat, fun songs like Hey Mickey or Life is a Highway. Some nights she felt soulful and belted out Bonnie Tyler and Meat Loaf. Billy Joel, Elton John, Journey, and Bon Jovi were frequently included in her lineup. She was even known to get downright silly and sing Weird Al songs all night. She wasn’t a great...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By Megan Campbell (Released: April 25, 2011) Chapter 33 - The Songs We Sing Dad awakened me a few hours later to allow me enough time to get ready and eat lunch before we had to go. I was a little tired from the wacky schedule, and wondered if going back...
Bostonfictionwriter’s Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I’ve written 602 stories and 69 poems. I’m proud of everything I’ve written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I’ve improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem below. The wild swan’s death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and...
July 28, 1983, McKinley, Ohio On Thursday evening I was sitting in my room, practicing my guitar after having spoken with Tasha and confirmed our date for Sunday. Just after 9:00pm, there was a knock at the door. “It’s unlocked! Come in!” The door opened and Milena walked in, closing the door behind her. “Hey!” I replied. “What’s up?” “Got some time for me?” “Always. What can I do for you?” “Sing me a love song and then make love to me?” “Your wish is my command!” I grinned. “Come sit...
There was a new message sat at the bottom of his inbox. His actual, real name was written in bold letters, which was very odd because that had not been the name that he had registered under, there followed; "How would you like to be one of YOUR bimbos in REAL LIFE?" Worried about how his private details had got out, and fully expecting some garbled crap and a dodgy website link within the message, he opened it. He had security on his computer and wasn't afraid of crappy link. Would...
This story is based on a game “Who Wanna Be a Bimbo” created by Dahakma; it can by found on TF Games. The game, despite its simplicity, is really absorbing and entertaining. It turns out, it can be inspiring as well. I have already published all of the episodes on Literotica, so you can read it all there as well.
Dumb Bimbo, Rides Again By Kathy Smith Franciszka Wojciechowski was a nice lady. She is a waitress in a Greek Diner in Elizabeth, NJ (near New Jersey Turnpike and the big truck stop terminal). She is gorgeous, but very petite (4'10") but great face and big breasts (cup DD). She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Her parents were from Poland (as you can see by her daughter's name), after World War II. She has one major problem. She is so dumb, that she would not know how to drink...
Bree sure looked like a bimbo. Blond hair, bounteous boobs, bubble butt, Barbie face. She could act the part too and sometimes had reason to. She thought of the play-acting as kind of a disguise. The real Bree had an IQ of 154 and was well along on her doctorate in astrophysics. It was a matter of money. She came from a financially deprived background and had no luck with scholarships at the graduate level even though she’d scored a few getting through lesser degrees. Having been abused in...
I have my hands on your hips. I am kissing and licking your ass cheeks Your high heels and g-string accentuate your ass cheeks. I alternate from one side to the other. I find that very exciting. Years ago when I first met you I was attracted by your gorgeous ass. I made a pact to myself that I would kiss it after I had you for the first time. And I did! I take my hands off your hips. The only contact we have now is my lips and tongue on your ass. “I want to bring you to orgasm...
SING A SONG OF CHRISTMAS A Play For You to Act by an Unknown Writer from 1972 CHARACTERS: SANTA CLAUS JACK FROST NICK, a young boy SNOWMAN DAVID, a Boy Scout BAD BADDER Three Mischievous Imps WORST GOOD BETTER Three Good Fairies BEST PROLOGUE: (In front of the curtain. It is Christmas Eve and excitement is in the air). (JACK FROST dances onto the stage) JACK FROST: Jack Frost's my name - a Winter Sprite In whom the boys and girls delight. And...
Sing a Healing Song Chapter 1 It all started with a trip to Ireland. Well, not "all". You could say some of it started the day I was born, and named Matthew D'Arcy, the only son of Mark D'Arcy, a football player, and his wife Annette. And maybe some of it started later that same day when Annette died from complications of giving birth to me. I was always a sickly kid, and my dad eventually gave up football so he could look after me better, and I have never doubted his love...
Sing a Healing song - Fiona's Diary Author's note: The following is a selection of entries from the diary of Fiona D'Arcy, the main character of "Sing a Healing Song", and I'm writing it in the hope that I can get the inspiration for book two. In the meantime, enjoy this little snippet ... I have discovered that my boyfriend Andrew is what they call a "leg man". Not that he's alone in that. I swear, if any of us girls wear an outfit that so much as shows our knees to school, the...
SRU: Tuning Bimbos by Ellie Dauber copyright 1999 "Man," Larry Bryce said, "I cannot believe the way Old Lady Reese came down on us." "I know," Bret Sanger said. "Two weeks' detention for one little joke." "Yeah, but it was almost worth it," Rick Quint said. "The way she screamed and everybody scattered when the mice jumped out of her drawer. Hell, half the guys in the class screamed." The three laughed, remembering what had happened when their teacher opened a...
HumorI Know Why The Caged Bird Sings: By DebWeb As I look out my window in admiration at all the woman who pass by clad in all the latest fashionable clothes my heart is burning with envy. Why can't I join them meandering down the street enjoying all the admiring glances from the men who surreptitiously look back at those desirable woman? With a heavy heart I reluctantly retreat from my window if only to alleviate my personal torment. The brush of my hemline against my nylon clad legs...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was written in 1999 and was posted originally on a site operated by Tanya Sissipus. It is dedicated to Charr02; she wrote recently to ask where the story was these days. Now you all have it! TURNED INTO BIMBOS By Jacquie Windsor [email protected] I One of the happiest days of my life was the day I met Charlene. Like me, she was a transvestite. We met through a chat room on the Internet, and discovered that we had so much in common. We even lived in...
Ba Sing Se, the hub of culture and business and the last Earth Kingdom stronghold to hold out against the Fire Nation. There are numerous colorful characters, both good and bad as whom you may play. Who are you?
My wife gave a country singer a blowjob on our bed and loved every swallow of it. At least that's what she told me at the pre divorce meeting. Here's how it all started and progressed, right up to the end: I had heard about how affairs and cheating started, sometimes in the workplace, and other times at a party or even a chance meeting in the produce section of the local super mart. With Kathleen, it was none of the above. She backed up right into his car when she pulled out of our...
Preface Thinking out loud again, a dangerous practice! Is my theory testing out? Is the real secret of finding happiness, finding it within? Or with someone? Still looking for that special someone who can MAKE you happy? Still optimistic? A TRUE OPTIMIST benchmark would be, someone to make you PERFECTLY happy! I think I found, not just the one, but seven! Only time will demonstrate if they as a group, or any of the individual girls, make me perfectly happy. My theory states “Happiness is...
No one was sure what or how it happened. One day everything was normal and the next day women began to change. It didn’t affect every woman, in fact it seemed to be pretty rare but it was easy to see who it affected. The changes were always different, but the result was largely the same: dumbed-down, built for sex bimbos. The changes were sometimes minor and other times the woman everyone knew was almost unrecognizable. Bodies could change, pumping up tits, sculpting perfect asses, giving them...
FetishTales of the Enclave: Moaning Lisa Sings the Blues Tales of the Enclave: Moaning Lisa Sings the Bluesby kinkston (On a secluded estate an hour's drive north of New York City lies a highly exclusive retreat known to its wealthy and decadent members simply as the Enclave. Here rock stars, investment bankers, potentates and plutocrats come to dominate and be dominated in privacy and safety, assisted by an elite staff of expert dominatrixes. Also in residence is a select stable of submissive...
To his relief, she gave the smallest hint of a smile. "I was about to, but I thought maybe I should be nice after all the rides you've given me." He chuckled, glad she was playing along. They traveled for two blocks in silence, thick silence that could only come from a break in laughter. Both tried to think of a topic well away from the question he had asked, but it hung too heavily in their minds. "Are you hungry?" The question came quickly. "I didn't eat anything at the show, and...
I shake my head, in a futile attempt to force the painful thought from my head. Perhaps it's the two kids that are about to start college, the stress of work, or my weathered face from working in factories all my life. I think trying to rationalise this despair I feel In my chest, but in whichever the case may be, the cravings are becoming more than I could ever possibly bare on my own. I tug at the bottom edge of the mirror exposing the contents behind it. Several bottles stand tall and...
Elizabeth sat in her sister's high ceiling living room and cried. "And they're giving him a few months severance, but after that we'll have nothing!" Megan comforted her blonde older sister as she sobbed on. "It's ok, Elizabeth, really. Jeff will find a job, the economy isn't that bad right now. I'm sure he can find one." Megan held her older sister's hands in her own. They'd always been a bit distant, owing to the fact that Elizabeth was 34, and Megan only 28. Megan had always been the more...
Mind ControlCindy used to be an ordinary girl, born in 2089. In 2107, a neurological device was invented called the Universal Inhibitor™. A device that, when implanted into a consensual adult, allowed either them or their partner to control various functions, such as sexual stimulation, disgust repulsion, pain threshold, admiration level, submission level,intelligence peak and a whole lot more. Many exploitative couples were enticed by such a device, and the fact that in order for it to be administered,...
FetishCandace Johnson is a 45 year old happily married, for almost 20 years, mother of 2 who has worked hard to climb high enough in the business world that she can control her own hours without effecting her substantial paycheck with the full support of her husband who since being a prop/costume etc. maker can be the stay at home dad whilst working from his shop in their large garage. Candace is herself fairly attractive. Medium length auburn brown hair, with a few grays in it, sea-green eyes and...
MILFElizabeth Grey - Part 07: So Far Away By Carmenica Diaz The black dress still fitted me well when I slipped it on. I had a small anxiety attack, suddenly worrying it wouldn't, that it had all been a dream but it did. For the second time that day, I stood in front of a mirror and stared at myself, astounded. I followed the make up instructions and it was amazing how dramatically different I looked. Of course, I thought, the fact I don't have glasses anymore...
‘The Outfliers are coming for an inspection again.’ ‘Again? Hmm, I’m starting to think they might suspect us of some wrongdoing… Have the orphans said much to them in the past?’ ‘Nothing unsavory, sire.’ ‘And what of the men and women? Could any be spinning stories down in River Run over a mug?’ ‘I can’t know for certain but I should think not. Why would they make things up?’ ‘Then perhaps the guards know about our prize in the tower. At any rate, I’ll leave the details of the visit...
My family and I had just returned from a Caribbean Cruise. Including our family we had over 20 people in our party. Because I indulge my husbands hosiery fetish, I'm encased in sheer silky pantyhose like 24/7. Considering its August, my legs have no color which prevented me from not wearing pantyhose with any of my outfits. My husband was in his glory for I wore pantyhose daily as I dressed for dinner and our night attractions. Everyone in our group besides my husbands cousin Ken were there as...
ExhibitionismThe House of Singing WindBySir Marc Chapter OneNow Comes a Wanderer It goes against my better judgment to talk to her, much less have her in this house. The decision is not mine, however. This is the work of Maelstrom. And as long as he is writing the checks that make my life possible here at Singing Wind, who am I to argue? It is a very good life. She is, young, perhaps late twenties, early thirties, blonde with perfect legs; feet on one end and ass on the other. ...
‘Our friends tell me the Outflier is due on the Tuesday, Sire.’ ‘Tuesday hmm? That’s inconvenient. Do they know a time?’ ‘The afternoon, I should think.’ ‘In that case, tire out the children in the orchards then settle them in classes. Any who can’t behave can go to their dorms or to punishment. I’ve a feeling we may need to start showing more than our prized handful of ‘orphans’ to these inspectors.’ ‘How many rooms?’ ‘However many it takes for him to get bored. Oh, but not the one...
I guess I was a little slow in becoming sexually active, at least that is the way it felt listening to almost all my friends describe all the encounters they had had with the much discussed 'Penis'. It seemed like every time I got together with my friends, who were sixteen or seventeen too, the subject always turned to boys and everyone seemed like they had a new experience with a boy to share. Not me. With rather strict parents, I had only been allowed to start dating after I had turned 16....
First TimeV The Saturday was rather OK. After events in ice rank I was sleeping for twelve hours. I spent all day alone (not mention a dog), because dad brought mom to hospital for tests and Peter... well, he tried to come back home only to sleep, so when I woke up, he wasn't there. I used most of afternoon for research about school's history to find any clues about my transformation. Also, I did notices about questions I wanted to ask Eve and Marta - after Friday's situation I didn't want to...
This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main story is fictitious. I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were committed by the occupying Japanese. I was in Singapore to see the Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan. One ship I remember well was the SS Satsu Maru. We loaded the prisoners on until there was no more room. During the war the Japanese dropped small garrisons...
Prologue This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main story is fictitious. I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were committed by the occupying Japanese. I was in Singapore to see the Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan. One ship I remember well was the SS Satsu Maru. We loaded the prisoners on until there was no more room. During the war the Japanese dropped small...
Erotic FictionTHE CHOIR SINGS a JEP story Chapter 1 – A Very Special "Sextion" Rehearsal for theAltos Jim had directed the church choir now for almost six years. Each member thoughthe was a respectful, dedicated church musician with an absolutely pure heart.They had no idea of the many sexual fantasies that were constantly boilingin his brain. He was constantly evaluating various female members of the choir – wonderinghow they would look naked and wondering how they would like to have his dickin their...
Jayti Singh By Aardvark This is a Sci Fi, historical, time travel, TG, romance, adventure story that takes place in the late 16th century. I tried hard to make it as historically accurate as possible within the scope of my research, including some rather harsh 16th century attitudes. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it! If someone wishes to upload this story to another web site, check with the author first. Warning: Some subject matter and explicit language...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -3- MRS SINGH Another walk through the city as a female. At least this time I had company, somebody to prevent some lone male inadvertently making me their fantasy. Lora chattered inconsequentially about the weather and football and anything but my predicament. At least she slowed a bit so my little legs weren't too rubbery as we stopped in front of an independent bookshop I'd never seen before. "Here we are, we'll get you sorted inside." She...
?GOOD AFTERNOON, LADIES,? began Sarah Nilsson, speaking with the measured tone of the career politician she wanted to be. The light chit-chat amongst the Student Council representatives subdued into silence, as a dozen pairs of eyes focused on the Council President, ?We have one issue and only one issue today: the pool.? The handful of girls who hadn’t been giving Sarah their full attention immediately did so. ?I have just been informed by Headmaster McGregor that, effective May 15,...
DISCLAIMED - READThis is a work of fiction. None of the events depicted in this story should ever be attempted or recreated in real life, in any degree, for any reason. The legal council stated in this document may not be accurate, and should not be taken for fact. Replication of any of these events may result in fines and/or imprisonment. This work is copywrited by the author, Samsara. Any similarities to any person, place, organization and/or event are purely...
Fundraising AuctionI work in a large company and every year we have a large fundraising event. If you don't have the money to contribute, you can also donate any goods or services. All of the funds go to local charities, so it helps everyone. The event is held at a large hotel, and there is a large silent auction of donated items. There is also plenty of food and drink, although it is a cash bar and the profits go to the different charities.At the time, I was just making ends meet with my...
SpankingIntroduction: For those of you who have read my other stories, this one may — at first — not seem to follow the same flow, but stick with it. I dont think youll be disappoint. (Or maybe you will, but I certainly hope you wont). For those of you who have never read my stories before: if you are looking for nothing but raw meaningless sex, you are about as far from the right place as you can get. Part 1 of this series, like the others, does not contain any sex. I hope you all enjoy! As always,...