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A New Me By ZeDD "Thanks Miss Bidwooten! See you in a month, right?" "Oh please, just call me Betty! Yes, I'll be back in a month! You were so wonderful! Have a good day, now!" I felt so refreshed I just wanted to scream aloud! Those people at my work were so lazy and rude that I needed a day to pamper myself! I detested working next to them, yet had no clear way to get away without quitting. Better just to keep what I was doing and hope it would pass. All in good time as my Momma would say. Mind your own business and such. As a way of making myself feel better I'd gotten my hair styled sort of short with just enough curls to bounce and sway yet still make it low maintenance. I'd agonized over the color choice for so long, afraid of going too wild and all since I'd had dark brown hair all my life, finally deciding on a smooth, chocolate brown with highlights. It was the perfect color! A new me! I looked like a million bucks! More importantly, I didn't feel like the loser I'd been yesterday. I'd been thinking of making a change, something to liven my life a little, but wasn't entirely sure what. I know a new hairdo always made my friends feel much better, and a new outfit always put a smile on my friend, Linda's face. So today had been the day for me! Call it therapy. I stepped out from the salon, careful not to get my new skirt dirty from the frame of the doorway. Sheesh! When were they going to clean it? I fished in my old purse, retrieving my chapstick and carefully applied a smooth coat to my thin lips. Once I tried lipstick, but the color made me feel like a harlot so I wiped it off almost as soon as I'd put it on. Except for a little lip gloss, I don't wear any make-up at all, preferring the natural color I was born with. If another woman chose to wear make-up and made herself look like a tramp, well, she would be the one who would live with any consequences that stemmed from that. I wasn't going to judge them, but neither was I going to become involved in a situation that came about because someone thought I was something I wasn't! Walk the straight line was my motto. I think that's where that phrase; 'the shortest path between two points was a straight line,' came from. I patted the material smooth, drinking in the sensation of looking good in the brown tweed skirt and jacket, knowing that it was the first time I could remember wearing something so nice and professional! I didn't have the legs for it, they being too thin like the rest of me, but I felt I needed a change. An improvement. I wanted to be daring for a change! 'Betty, you're really stepping out.' I thought to myself. The skirt came up showing half my calves for goodness sake! I checked my cotton cream-colored blouse, making sure all the buttons were done and snugly tightened my little bow tie I'd added. My jacket was the same as my skirt, maybe just a tad loose on my thin frame, but I certainly didn't want to attract attention by showing off my breasts to everybody! I wasn't big up top, barely filling my cotton B cup bra I'd bought the other day from J C Penny's, but I didn't want to give anybody I was talking to the wrong impression! That's not how Momma raised me, no Ma'am! I was a good girl! I checked my brown flats for scuffs, satisfied that they still looked good for lasting as long as they had, made sure my pantyhose didn't have a run and slung my purse over my shoulder, starting a brisk walk to the Mall three blocks down. Today was the day I was going to buy a brand new purse! A nice brown leather to match my new outfit. I glanced at the old black one I'd had forever and felt a little guilty for spending money on something I didn't really need. But as Linda, my friend at work told me, lectured me was more like it, one had to go out and live a little! It was important to maintain one's positive energy and keep the flow going! For us ladies it was like therapy! After telling me this for four years, I'd finally decided to take her advice and go out! I was giving myself a makeover from top to bottom and I was going to enjoy it, no matter if it cost me money I could use to pretty up my home instead. After all, as Linda gently pointed out to me, no one ever visited me nor did I throw any parties. Well, parties I wouldn't throw being the good little girl, but I could see her point. My home was already pretty, especially after three years of polishing it to my particular reserved taste, so why not do the same for me? After all, more people see me than they do my home! I could see the Mall just down the street but something caught my eye just then. Inside the book store I was passing was a face that I thought I recognized, just for a brief second! But when I looked it was gone! I thought it was a man's face, maybe one of my neighbors, but I never really saw it. Maybe it wasn't really there at all? Shrugging, careful not to meet anyone's gaze directly, I continued walking. I didn't like to confront or be confronted by people outside the office. You just couldn't trust people! Linda says I watch too much news, says they dramatize it for viewers enjoyment, or shock value, or something and that it's been slowly coloring my perception of what's real. As a result I've been slowly withdrawing from people the last couple of years, afraid of confrontation, or something. I don't know. She's not a therapist. It's just something I might think about later. Maybe I'll see a therapist about it sooner or later. After all, if I'm making a new me on the outside I should make sure the me on the inside is good! If I did need to see a therapist, would I know? Hmm. Food for thought. I could tell my legs were going to get a little tired, though. I could feel the ache in my toes from these low heels I wore this morning. I glanced again at the 1" heel I was wearing. Didn't I pick out my dependable flats this morning? I pondered this for only a second before reslinging my purse and checking my watch. It was only 12:00 in the afternoon and I still had four hours of "therapy" to do for myself. I had obviously picked these since I was wearing them. Silly of me to think I had different shoes on when I could plainly feel the slight difference in height they gave me. I glanced at my sensible nails with their clear polish and began humming a little tune in my head as I thought about how much money I was going to spend on a new purse. What would be an appropriate amount, I thought? I breezed thru the entryway of the Mall, luxuriating in the feel of the air conditioning as it enveloped my warmed body. The walk was just what I needed today to help keep those few pounds off if I wanted to stay at my comfortable 125. I stepped over to the directory to find the right store, intent on purchasing my new purse right off when I caught a slight glimpse, someone I thought I recognized in the crowd ahead. So fleeting, a face I thought I knew, but gone again before I could be sure! I searched all the ladies stores the Mall had, deciding which would be the likeliest to have the perfect purse, when I felt sort of tingly all of a sudden. It was like I was feeling a sort of detachment from my surroundings, and as soon as I tried to analyze the feeling, it was gone. Mentally shrugging my shoulders, I found my store and headed in that direction, my 2" heels giving me that added little wiggle to my rounded bottom. I wasn't the best looking woman in the world, but I did have that nicely padded rear, something that had been passed to me from my Mother. I'd always thought my thin frame had always overemphasized my bigger bottom, but had soon come to learn that men as a whole did not share my thoughts. I sometimes even get a little thrill when I think someone might be looking at me. Like right now, I get the sense that someone is watching me, so when I walk I make sure my posture is good, emphasizing my bust a little more, and put a little extra action in my hips causing my firm little tush to look that much sexier. Oh, my! Did I just think that? What in the world is going on in my head today? I must have gotten a little too warm in my walk here. "Better put these thoughts aside for right now, Bambi." I sing song to myself. Did I just call myself Bambi? Oh, my! I must be thinking about that Disney movie or something in the back of my head! Oh, silly me. My name is Betty, not Bambi. I mentally laugh at myself as I walk along, thinking about the name, Bambi, and just how silly it would be to have a name like that, unaware of the man with a big smile not too far away. What in the world would a woman with a name like Bambi be doing for a living? I try to imagine but it's difficult, like my head is full of other thoughts, chaotic and swirling, confusing me. If my name was Bambi, I guess that would be alright. It's only a name. I suppose people would want to call me Bam for short, or Bammy? No, I think Bambi would be just right. I don't like Bam or Bammy. Just Bambi, please. As I continue my stroll, I realize that my skirt is snapping tight about my upper legs every time I take too far a step. That's funny, I think to myself as I glance at the sheath of material about my upper thighs. I never realized just how tight this skirt was when I put it on. Why it must be adhering to every little curve I have right now! I better be careful and not take too far a step when I walk. Smiling, I realize how much more that would make my rounded hips and tush gyrate sexily. Hmm, maybe I could find the right man this way. Oh, my goodness! What was wrong with me today? For some reason my mind keeps going the wrong way. I've never had this problem before. Maybe I need some vitamins, or something? I was feeling better and better as time went by and would have to remember to thank Linda for her intervention. This was such a good idea! I passed store after store, noting all the neat things that they sold, occasionally glancing at my reflection in the plate glass, my heels clacking loudly to me the whole time. Why were my heels so loud, or was I just fixing on them for some reason? I sat at a bench so I could see if I'd picked up a piece of metal or something in the sole. I removed my 3" heel in a lady-like fashion, careful not to let my skirt slide any further up my thigh than necessary, and looked at the bottom. Nothing. I smoothed my skirt, taking a few moments to think about things. There was something . . . I couldn't put my finger on it. Some indefinable thing that was beginning to bother me. I looked around to watch the people, see the stores and hear the sounds and tried to forget it. I was being silly. I decided to freshen up my make-up so took out my lipstick and applied a smooth coat to my full lips. It was my favorite color, 'Sexy Burgundy,' and felt heavenly! I loved the smell and texture as I puckered my lips and slowly ran the tip up and around. I don't know why, but putting lipstick on has always been something of an erotic act for me, exciting me in some strange way that I could never fully explain. Someone told me once, who was it? I can't remember right now, but that I might have an oral fixation. The way I put on lipstick and enjoy it so much means I really want to suck cock. Oh, my goodness! Did I just think that? Bambi, you have to get a grip on yourself today! Now concentrate a little better from now on. Replacing the cap, I looked down, smiling, realizing that once again my nipples were erect. Replacing my heel, I stood and smoothed my skirt, wishing I hadn't bought something so daring. It was lovely to be sure, but the length just wasn't quite what I was ready for. I looked at the amount of leg visible from my heels to several inches above my knees and shrugged. I did buy it so I should wear it. I wasn't the type to buy something then return it after I'd worn it, it was just that I couldn't exactly remember when I decided on the purple color. It was lovely, and did go well with the cream blouse, but something was nagging at me again. Was it because my hips and tushy were so well shaped that I thought I was flaunting myself cheaply by wearing a short skirt? It did make me look hot, and the leather was so soft. I'd never worn leather before but something told me that I would look good in this particular outfit. And I did, too! I brushed a strand of hair away from my face and thought about the color again. Did I really want to come into the office being a dark blond after so many years of having brown hair? Maybe I should have cut it a little shorter than shoulder length? Hmm. Did I even get it cut? Shoulder length hair isn't that long to begin with. I could live with it still. I fluffed my curls, took my jacket off and smoothed my blouse out, noting how wonderfully smooth the satin felt under my fingers. I could feel that all day, I thought. Why should I wear such a stuffy jacket like this and cover up such wonderful material like satin? And really, I have such a nice bust that there's no reason I should cover that either. I don't believe I should ever wear a jacket again. I promptly wadded up the jacket and tossed it into a nearby trash receptacle. Satisfaction filled my being to the brim, making me smile broadly. I beamed at the thought of how my blouse was cut lower than what I usually wear, showing the upper part of my chest with just the hint of cleavage to the more observant. I shouldn't show too much though, and would have to be careful. Since I'd bought that new bra yesterday, my breasts seemed to have a will of their own! It was the very first time I'd bought an underwire and I was thrilled at how it had made me look! It's as if I was bigger than my normal C cup, just like that! They certainly are perky, almost pointing my way when I walk. And it feels so thrilling to wear a satin bra underneath a satin blouse, to have my breasts bouncing, the cups sliding up and down inside my blouse! Why, just wearing it for a few minutes had made my nipples so erect that I almost died of embarrassment! I was sure the sales lady had noticed! Hmm. Come the think about it, she was very pretty. I never really noticed just how attractive some of the sales ladies were at that store. Oh, my! I need to stop what I'm thinking! What in the world is the matter with me? A quick glance revealed that my nipples were hard, making noticeable protrusions in my satin blouse. Maybe I shouldn't have worn a dark pink bra underneath a light cream blouse! The thin satin was almost transparent! I could even see the pretty lace trim on my satin cups so I'm sure other people can see it! And the snappy way I was walking made my breasts bounce, calling even more attention to them. But for some reason I didn't want to stop. I don't know, but I was instantly reminded of how I've lived my life up to this point and had instantly made the decision to live it better! I saw several men spy my long sexy legs or my full breasts, their eyes seemingly bouncing and swaying along with my erect nipples. I even saw a woman smile causing my body to tingle excitingly, but instead of embarrassing me it had only made me smile back at her and start walking with a little more of an exaggerated gait! I could feel my hips gyrate as I made my way further down the walk, mimicking the beautiful woman on their fashion runways, my back arched just enough to thrust out my beautiful breasts. I could hide my big nipples with my jacket if I'd kept it, I thought, inspecting my nails with their half-inch purple polish shining brightly. But Momma didn't raise no fuddy-duddy's. I need to focus on my purchase and then think about dinner. Did I have any plans? No, so maybe a treat tonight. I stopped at a store and went in without thinking. I sort of blanked out really. I don't remember making a conscious decision of whether I wanted to go into it or not. I did know that I had never shopped at this store in my life, and remember thinking that I never would. I don't remember why I thought that, so here I was. "Welcome to Frederick's of Hollywood." A pretty redhead smiled at me as I walked in. I smiled back. She was very pretty in her pink blouse. I couldn't help but notice how attractive her breasts were to me. So perky. Not as big as mine though. "Is there something I could help you find?' She stood behind the glass counter, her full lips smiling. Very professional, I thought. "Hi. My name is Bambi! Bambi Bigbooty. And I," 'It was funny how my voice began raising higher and getting softer as I spoke to her, sounding like some bimbo, sex-phone operator.' ". . . I need a . . . new BRA!" I managed to squeak out the rest, sounding sexy yet stupid at the same time! No, wait. My voice had always been like that. What was I thinking? I was just imagining something else, I guess. I remember now that my voice had always been very high and soft. In high school I could get any guy, teachers included, as hot and hard with my voice as any other girl could with their bodies! I was very proud of my distinct voice and believed I was sexier with it than without it. Damn if I didn't feel sexy right now! I looked down at my blouse, seeing for the first time how the buttons had been straining to hold in my bust. The gaps were big enough for me to see the beautiful satin and flowery trim that were barely holding in my D cups! Gee, I wondered if that 36 D was the right size after all? They certainly seem to be bulging rather prominently. It was like I was advertising some sort of breast enlargement cream, walking around and showing people exactly what it had done for me. I also saw how my nipples were poking out and realized that they felt like they were tingling with erotic fire, giving me an overpowering need to have them touched and pinched! They were so BIG! I wanted to make sure she could see just how horny I was, so my fingers gently tugged on my blouse, popping a button open. Now I was unbuttoned down to my bra, giving her a breathtaking view of my bountiful breasts. I noticed her glance at the man standing out in the Mall. She seemed unsure about something. I'd seen him, too, but somehow knew to ignore him. "I don't know why you're acting the way you are, lady, but I don't think I can help you." She looked at me like I had been insulting her. I was afraid I'd made a mistake in coming in, but when I saw how pretty she was, and how sexy all the clothes were, I just had to! There was a few seconds before she looked at me again, her eyes staring directly at my boobs, the hint of a mischievous smile working her lips! When she licked them suggestively, my nipples instantly perked up to full attention again! "Actually, I have many styles to choose from. Uh, do you know what size you'll need for those babies?" The clerk smiled as she blatantly took in my full breasts practically falling out of my blouse. Smiling, I arched my back, knowing somehow that my breasts were swelling just a tad bit bigger right then and there, and felt the straining button suddenly pop open. Now I was on display, my blouse pulled open by my outthrust breasts and feeling deliciously naughty doing it, especially to a complete stranger! "Oh, I'm not really sure." My hands slid up beneath my breasts to gently cup them. "I think maybe a 36 DD? They're ever so big!" I couldn't help but use my sexy little girl voice to full affect. "Do you have a particular style in mind, Bambi?" She asked in a quaking whisper. I shook my head no but smiled prettily as my eyes traveled down her body to her own tits, seeing that her nipples had begun to grow hard. I noticed that her breathing had begun to get a little ragged. I don't know why, or when, but red hair had always had a fascination for me. Her complexion was practically flawless, with full lips covered in glistening red lipstick, and large green eyes that were half hidden by her long, dark lashes. "Umm, I like satin." I began. I spied the rack of bras in the back and slowly made my way there, her slipping behind me. I could feel her eyes on my full ass, no doubt watching each cheek bounce back and forth as I walked on my 4" heels. "Umm, uh, Miss . . .Bigbooty." The sexual arousal very plain in her voice. "I love your name, by the way." She whispered sexily, "You certainly do have a big booty. I think I'll have to personally measure your breasts before I can find something for you, Bambi." Her voice sending thrills through me as she whispered over my shoulder. Shakily, her hands wrapped around me, slowly traveling up to sensuously cup and squeeze my big breasts! I could feel her breasts smashed against my back and sighed as her palms rubbed against my hard nipples, her fingers beginning to sink into my titty flesh. I loved when someone squeezed them hard, forcing my big tits to bulge over the top of my satin cups. It made me think they were growing bigger and bigger by the second! The thought of my titties swelling larger like that always makes me HOT! For several minutes we stood there, her body pressed tightly behind me, her hands massaging and squeezing my big tits. I was in heaven, loving every spontaneous second as I arched my back, rubbing my plump ass against her crotch, my own hands on top of hers, getting as much sexy enjoyment out of my breasts as she was! Now I was so fucking horny, I wanted more from her! I suddenly turned and faced her, my breasts roughly rubbing and slapping against hers as I did. "I really . . . love . . . pink." I slowly breathed out, looking her in the eyes. My pussy was churning wildly as I knew hers must be. We stood there, almost panting, me licking my lips and slowly pressing ever closer to her. I didn't know what I was doing, or why, but I did know that I was beginning to love the new me! Her eyes widened a little when she felt my hands wrap around her body, my lips begin to rain little kisses over her cheeks, jaw and neck! We both moaned as I felt my aching nipples slowly mash against her own fat tits. I kissed her hard, pressing our bodies tightly together as my tongue delved deeply into her hot mouth! I felt her struggle briefly before she hesitantly began to respond back, her own tongue beginning to snake tentatively into my mouth. Her moans exciting me as my long nailed fingers massaged their way down to her plump ass where I squeezed each cheek hard. Oh, SHIT but I loved kissing this slut! I ground my pussy against hers hotly as one of her hands roughly massaged my big tit while the other squeezed my own plump ass! We kissed for several minutes, our hands getting to know each other intimately before finally separating, panting with need. I wanted more. A lot more, and she knew it. I slid my hands around and lovingly squeezed her ass again as I gyrated my hips against hers erotically, smiling. I could feel something new building inside me and somehow accepted it for whatever it would be. I had an overwhelming desire to fuck this woman and I knew that I was going to. Right now. All I needed was a big, fat cock! I moaned as I felt my pussy suddenly filled from the inside with a hot, meaty shaft, its end slowly making its way out. It completely filled me, stretching me wide until the huge tip started to protrude out of my pussy, thick and throbbing! My fingers grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up, revealing a sexy pair of satin panties in white. I momentarily ran my fingers along the delicate lace before ripping them off with a strength I never knew I had! She could only gasp, smiling, as I threw her down, her need just as powerful as mine. I was going to fuck the shit out of her and she was going to love it! I could see in her eyes the complete arousal that had taken her, the need to be filled with a hard cock! "I said I liked pink." I whispered. "And you have a nice pink pussy for me." I stood there between her legs and raised my snug little satin skirt, smirking at her as she saw my sexy little pink satin panties, gasping with undisguised need at the huge cock coiled inside like a thick snake. We both stared as it slowly thickened and lengthened, popping out the top of my panties with a huge, bloated purple head, growing to a healthy 10" of meaty sex, bobbing menacingly in front of her. I fisted it, enjoying the sensation of having a sexual weapon of this magnitude, and eased my way down to her eager spreading legs. She was anxious to be filled with my huge cock, moaning as she grasped it herself and guided it to her gushing pussy. "Oh, Baby." My voice was a husky whisper. "I'm going to slide my big cock into your tight little pussy." "Yes. Yes. YES! I want your cock inside me, NOW!" Her demand was exciting and made my cock swell even bigger and harder. I gasped as I felt it begin to throb almost painfully. I felt the tip at her entrance, stretching it open, making her gasp and moan with undisguised passion. I rested on my elbows, my huge tits bulging out of their satin cups, mashed on top of hers, and watched her face contort as I slowly eased its immense size into her drenching pussy, feeling her almost sucking me in. Her delicate hands were on my big, plump ass, grasping and squeezing firmly as I slowly forced it in, grinding and pushing. I could feel every inch of me go inside her, her pussy tightening and pulsing around me, until my pelvis was almost touching hers. Only then did she have the biggest orgasm of her life. Silently screaming, her legs wrapped around me, her nails scratching my back, she started to thrash beneath me. I grabbed her hair and passionately kissed her as I pumped in and out, sending waves of ecstasy through both of us. I felt I was growing bigger inside her as the sensation became even more intense! I really had an all-consuming need to fuck her hard.! Supporting myself on my arms, my huge breasts still pressed against her own, I started to really go at her. Pulling back and slamming down forcefully, I was causing her to scream and gasp with unabandoned passion, fueling a need within both of us. I could tell I wasn't going to last much longer at this because my massive cock was throbbing and twitching, aching to spew its entire load inside her sweet pussy! I was boiling, filling with a powerful energy that was centering inside her pussy, and was about to blow any second! She grabbed my tits, easing the huge, hanging mounds out of my bra cups to greedily suck on my ballooned nipples, sending blazing bolts of arousal throughout my panting body, making them even thicker and longer than before! OH! THAT WAS GONNA DO IT! OHHH, SHIIIIIT! I exploded with a final thrust, penetrating her more deeply than ever before and filling her aching, pulsing pussy with cum until it began to ooze out from around my jumping cock. Dazedly, I eased off her, my cock slurping out of her pussy loudly, and lay on my back, catching my breath and marveling at the rush of having my first pussy. But I also knew, somehow, that I would be on the receiving end of a giant cock, and very soon! Even as I was thinking these thoughts, I felt my shriveling cock slowly ease back to where it had come from, leaving me with a very wet and satisfied pussy, almost like I'd been fucked that same time as she had. I wanted that cock back, only I wanted to be the one to get fucked by it! Maybe she could fuck me now? She began to get up, her breath coming in gasps still from her earth shattering orgasms. I needed to get up and straighten myself out if I was going to have any fun tonight. I felt so horny and silly at the same time! I've never felt this way before! I can't seem to remember why I even came in here! I pulled my delicate panties back on, noting how they cupped my bald pussy sexily, and pulled down my satin skirt as far as it could go. Since it was only a couple of inches below my pussy, that wasn't far. I know people could easily see the tops of my sexy stockings. I giggled at the thought. I saw the sale person walk silly-like back to the counter, her little skirt falling back down around her big butt and hips, and leaned against it with her face in her hands. I liked the way she walked. Real sexy! Was she crying? No, I don't think so. I think she'd never kissed another woman before, much less been fucked by one. Well, it was a first for me today, too. I got to slide my big cocky thing in her pussy and fuck her silly! I giggled again at the thought of me having a big cock. Only boys have big cocks, and I like boys! I want boys to fuck my pussy! I realized something just then! My eyes got big and I smiled big, too, as I knew that when I meet another sexy girl like me, my big cocky thing would come out and I would, like, get to fuck her! It was, like, so cool to be me! I turned and studied my reflection in the full length mirror, frowning slightly. Something was different about me. Or was there? I looked at the neat clothes I was wearing, remembering each item I, like, picked out and put on this morning, yet somehow sensing that that wasn't entirely right. My 5" dark purple heels I distinctly remember putting on this morning over the nude stockings. I remember buying the stockings because my legs were, like, so shapely and sexy, and only sexy girls with shapely and sexy legs can really wear stockings. I, like, all ready knew what the heels would do for my big ass! The short purple satin skirt that looked like it was painted on fit over my wide hips and big, soft ass perfectly. I remember thinking a lot about buying that. I remember that it would really, like, show off my big ass, and how it stuck out behind me, and, like, well, you only live once! The cream satin blouse was an easy buy because it went so well with the purple, looking so cool, and really showed off my huge breasts so great that everyone looking at me could tell just how big my beautiful tits really were, especially over my teeny, tiny waist! I smiled when I looked at my tits, the way they stuck out from my little frame like twin boulders, letting everyone seeing me know that I was, like, a girl with really big tits that liked to show them off! I cradled their weight in my folded arms, feeling their softness and giggling when my huge nipples began to get hard. Like, just how big were my tits again? I tried to think about it. How big was that bra I bought yesterday? Oh, yeah. A 36 FF. Or was it a G cup? My head feels funny. I, like, remember buying one that was just a tad smaller than what I needed so, like, I could have all that beautiful tit flesh jiggling and bouncing up top! Oh, my, how I love it when someone sees my huge tits bouncing their way! The way they, like, stare with hunger, licking their lips, making comments about them, or me! It just makes me so wet in my satin panties that sometimes I have to, like, take them off completely! Then I know I'm really in trouble because I'll have some guy's huge cock fucking my bald, wet pussy or my big, soft, jiggly ass in no time! Mmmm. Or maybe my big, cock sucking lips will be wrapped around his cock, sucking out all that tasty cream! Mmmm. I couldn't help but caress the upper slopes of my tits with my long finger nails. They were about an 1" long, painted an outrageous purple metallic, and I, like, loved them! They were so, like, me! I suddenly realized I was spending too much time here and needed to get going. I was such a fucking ditz! There was something I, like, needed to do today. I opened my purse, redid my make-up, slathering my full pouty lips with lipstick, and added another coat of mascara to my already long and thick eyelashes. Blush and a spritz of perfume was all I really needed as I took out my brush and slowly brushed out my long, platinum curls to their fullest effect. Big, bouncy curls that hang down to the top of my big, round ass is such a cool way to stand out. "Funny," I said in my breathy little girls voice that always made me giggle. "I don't remember having such long hair before. Tee hee." Finished with the overall look, I bounced up to the counter. I could feel everything about me, like, moving in one way or another. It was, like, so cool! My hair was bouncing, my huge tits bouncing funny but in a sexy way, I could even feel my big ass bouncing as I teetered up to where my boyfriend was waiting for me. He was behind the counter letting the slutty redhead suck his huge cock, which made me giggle because I like sucking his huge cock, too, but right now she was! Tee hee! I leaned over the counter, my fat tits flattening out sideways as he grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me roughly, his tongue thick and sexy in my mouth. I even loved sucking on his tongue! I just love sucking, I guess! I'm such a ditzy slut. I looked at the redhead and giggled as her huge tits jiggled back and forth as she sucked my boyfriends big cock in her mouth. They were, like, easily the biggest tits I'd ever seen, and part of me wanted to know what tits like that felt like. Mmmm. Felt like against me, their hot nipples rubbing against me. Oh! I want her tits! I, like, want tits like hers! "Oooh, baby? I really, really. . . I mean ," He looked at me then with those eyes, his lucky rock in his hand, and I felt all tingly again like I usually do when he looks at me. He's such a hunk! ". . . uh, mm, I weally want my big boobies to be weally, weally big wike hers." My wittle bimbo voice whined so funny that I giggled instantly. Then I giggled again when I heard myself giggle! "Sure, babe." He looked down at the redhead who was trying to unsuccessfully swallow his huge load, and having the time of her slutty life doing it, moaning and smacking her lips! His sperm was gushing out so thickly and so fast that she had managed to get her whole face covered in cum. He began pointing his still spewing cock at her bared breasts, intending to coat every inch of her new MM cup beauties while he could. Her hands were rubbing the cum in, massaging her volleyball sized breasts and huge nipples as it splattered, when an immense orgasm suddenly ripped thru her body! Stan looked on, a gleam in his eye as he made further changes to her. She was a keeper, that was for sure. He looked again at Betty, now Bambi, his one time companion at work. "So," He made a change in her mind again. "What is your full name, sweets?" She giggled stupidly and squeezed her breasts together with her arms as she thought about it entirely too long. "Umm, me . . . Bambi Bigbooty." She giggled. This was fun! "Bambi wif da weally big boobs dat BOUNCE!" She triumphantly announced as she started bouncing her tits at him. "And what does Bambi like to do?" He asked her as the clerk cleaned his still swollen member before tucking it back away. "Bambi wike to suck and . . .and . . . fuck wike a weal slut. Bambi dumb but weally pwetty, and I wuv you and will never, ever weave you!" She bounced excitedly, her fingers zipping up and sinking into her huge breasts with sudden orgasmic moans as they began to swell larger . "I must say, I love the way you look. You're a new you." He was satisfied with her new changes as he made sure her ultra-thin blouse and sexy bra grew large enough, barely, to fit her new 36 LL tits. He was amazed by how much cock-hardening cleavage she was sporting! And those nipples of hers have got to be his best change, yet! With that he tucked the strange little rock back into his pocket and slipped an arm around the waist of each girl, leading them giggling and sighing with happiness out the mall. His friend was absolutely right! He could do just about anything he thought with it, from changing clothing, to people, to minds! He knew of some of its history, at least the immediate history, since it had appeared here the last four or five years ago. One definitely had to be careful with it. His best friend had told him all about it, AFTER giving him the best fuck of his life! He really wasn't sure what to believe when the gorgeous stacked woman told him her story. And then the sex! WOW! Now, today, after he'd witnessed the powers of the rock first hand, he was willing to believe her whole story of her actually being his high school friend Jack. It had to be all true! His friend Jack had somehow fucked up and transformed himself into the big-titted, cock-hungry slut he was now. Weird! He felt the rock in his pocket as he walked arm in arm thru the Mall. People gawked at the two luscious, overly-endowed beauties he was with, knowing they were the most exotic women they'd ever seen. He remembered his friend's words last night after they'd made love for hours. Be wary of the rock. Your pride and sense of power will always catch up with you, then you will become like me. He shivered despite himself. That wasn't going to happen to him! He had the power now and it was called the Transformation rock! He made his way to his car, happy that he'd been able to successfully transform a girl from his work so completely. And even a stranger just in a manner of seconds! Maybe he had a knack, a real talent, so to speak, with this rock. His hands slipped down and cupped the soft roundness of the girls asses, squeezing and grinning as they practically melted with sexual need all over again! Even as their hands roamed over his chest, their mouths kissing his lips, face and neck, their huge breasts pressing against him erotically, did he began to wonder what was happening. It felt like he was being pulled slightly in different directions, his body feeling different, more alien by the second! He was starting to flop out of his shoes even as he felt his pants getting incredibly tight across his thighs and hips! When he looked down and saw the unmistakable mounds start slowly pushing themselves out, straining the buttons, did he suddenly scream in knowing terror! End