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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, mini-micro-shorts, and red hooker heels. The long hair her spell had
given me was blond and glossy, and hung in waves past my smooth shoulders.
All I had done to provoke her was to flirt with one girl. And go to bed
with her. And the girl's sister. At the same time. I mean, I'm a man who
has needs. Or rather I was. At the moment I was a woman with a diminished
dick, sitting in the front seat of our car while she drove.
"Really, Bradley, I don't see why you're so upset. Those sisters you
hopped into bed with had big tits. You LOVE big tits. And now you have a
pair. You LOVE going to pick-up bars. And that's where we're going.
Guess you're just one of those people who's never happy," she concluded as
she pulled into a parking lot alongside the CLUB 69. My bride Shirl is
sexy. Super sexy, with a full figure that she dresses to show off. But
when the attendant opened her door he stared past her at me, gaping at my
humongeous hooters. My ginormous jugs. My magnificent milkbags. It was
soooo humiliating. I tried to say something to Shirl -- "Honey, please if
we could just go home and..." -- but she just laughed at my voice, now
cartoonishly high and girly. I felt myself blush at the shame of it all.
The young parking guy hurried to my side and almost fell over himself
rushing to me, opening the door, and almost drooling. I got out with as
much dignity as I could muster, tugged down the tiny shorts in back, where
they had ridden up into the deep crack of my big ass, and tried to appear
in control of myself.
We went to the door and the bouncer, a tall monster of a man, grinned at
me, or rather at my bodacious bust. He tried to chat us up. My wife said
a few flirtatious words and then turned to me. "Isn't this guy handsome...
Brandy?" I swallowed uncomfortably. He looked like he was ready to bend
me over right there and go to work. I tilted my head to the side, smiled
with my overly full, brightly lipsticked mouth, and hoped that would
appease him. He passed us inside and, as we went by, smacked my rear,
making sure to land his broad hand low, where my full cheek was half
exposed by the undersized shorts. I yelped and jumped forward, my
bombastic boobs giving a bounce because my vindictive wife hadn't even
allowed me to wear a bra, not that she had one big enough for me anyway.
Maybe she could have whipped one up with her magic but naturally she
didn't.
Shirl rubbed the antique ring she always wore, which I now realized was
essential to working her spells. Then she touched it to my forehead,
before I could react, and said, "You look like a bimbo, Brandy. Now ACT
like one. Show all the guys in this club how EAGER you are to party with
them." I gasped. Surely she didn't expect me to... that I would
actually... that her tricks could make me... As we entered the dimly lit
room two guys spotted us and stepped into our path. One of them, a
muscular stud with a trim beard and shaved head, moved closer to me, so
near that his broad chest was almost touching my hefty hooters. He said,
"I'm a sucker for big tits." I smiled simperingly, put my hands under
those knockout knockers I'd been given, lifted them slightly and said, "You
mean like THESE?" in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a talking
doll. He licked his lips and said, "Yeah, sexy girl. JUST like those."
Against my will I threw my arms around him, pressed my supersized stunners
against his body, and squealed, "You are SO clever," as if he had uttered
something witty. His big hands went to the sides of my glorious globes and
pawed them appreciatively. I half closed my eyes, showing off all the
shadow my wife had put on their upper lids, puckered my pillowy lips, and
mewled. He bent his head forward toward my nipples, which were suddenly
erect and poking out against the thin fabric of my top. First he kissed
one and then the other. Shirl's spell was insidious; it made me so
receptive to being touched that I nearly swooned from stimulation. I
ground my mammoth mammaries against him and felt a threatening bulge
growing in his jeans. And growing. And growing.
My wife was obviously interested in the other guy, who was tall and broad-
shouldered, with dark hair down to his collar. They were talking softly to
each other. I heard her say something about how her 'boyfriend' had
cheated on her and that he was 'never going to put his straying cock into
her again'. Her new friend said he was sorry she didn't have someone to
help her get over it. She boldly put her hand on his crotch and told him,
"I think I just found somebody." Then she suggested that they buy us a
couple drinks and we could go to 'her place', by which I realized she meant
our house. The horny guys were thrilled to have scored so early and
easily. They led us to the bar, with my date helping himself to generous
handfuls of my double-wide duff. The drink helped to calm my nerves a bit,
but seeing my wife so friendly with another male cancelled out all the good
it had done. All too soon our glasses were empty and it was time to take
the action to its logical conclusion.
She invited her man, Chuck, to ride with her, and said the other one, Van,
could follow in his car with me as his passenger. He eyed me hungrily and
was happy to agree. Soon we were on our way, Van driving with one hand on
the wheel and the other on my bare thigh. In spite of myself I kept
stroking his arm and telling him how good looking he was. Damn my wife's
magical talents. At the house we headed inside and Shirl made more drinks.
She told them there were two bedrooms but said it might be more fun if we
all shared one. The guys couldn't believe how wild she was being. Soon we
were in our bedroom and she was undressing Chuck, telling Van to wait a
little bit before he got started. "No problem," he said, putting his hands
under my brief top to knead my splendid spheres. I moaned with pleasure
and writhed my broad hips. Soon Shirl and Chuck were on the bed, naked.
He was hung like a horse and she happily stroked his big unit. Then she
got onto her back and spread her legs invitingly. He pushed himself into
her and began pumping with vigor. It went on and on as Van bared my
tremendous tatas to lick and suck and nuzzle. He was in breast lover's
heaven. I was dizzy from all the stimulation.
The couple on the bed had a good long go at it and then exploded
simultaneously. Chuck rolled off my wife and lay there with a glow on his
face. She raised her head and said, "How would you guys like a free show?
My girlfriend Brandy is really kinky and has a lez side. I'll bet she'd
like to go down on me RIGHT NOW." Chuck said, "You mean while your cooze
is still full of ooze?" She assured him, "It's her favorite way to have
fun." Van said, "Whoa, she's one freaky girl." My bride touched her ring
and then crooked a finger at me, signaling that I should come to her. As
if pulled by an invisible force, I got onto the foot of the bed and
advanced toward the juncture of her legs, my face lowering toward its
target as I moved. All at once I was lapping up the mess Chuck had freshly
deposited. It was thick and salty and the last thing I wanted to taste,
but I had no choice. I caught a glimpse of her smirking expression as she
laid her head down again and put her hands on the back of my head. I had
to thoroughly clean her and even gave her a bonus orgasm. The guys were
stunned and amazed.
Then Shirl said, sounding like she wanted to be helpful, "Gee, Brandy's
having her time of the month, Van. I hope you don't mind if she just lets
you titty fuck her for a while before she gives you the blowjob of your
life." He looked confused, then excited, before he said, "That would be
super." My wife and her stud vacated the bed and I stripped my top the
rest of the way off, removing but then replacing that trampy beret my wife
had put on me. I began playing with my breathtaking bra-busters, stroking
them and tugging on their ends, getting myself hyper-excited. Van lost his
shirt and pants, joined me and straddled me on his knees, nestling his
enviably large bone between my bountiful basketballs. I felt its rock
hardness as he slowly pumped it in that warm valley. My mouth opened with
a will of its own and captured the thick knob of his weapon. The Brandy
part of me sucked happily while the Bradley half was utterly disgusted.
How could my wife be so heartless? Oh, right. I had cheated with hot-
bodied nymph sisters.
Just my luck, Van was one of those guys who could hold back endlessly. He
gave instructions that had me doing all sorts of variations of licking the
candy stick, swallowing the sword, and even slurping the ball bag. After
what seemed like forever, my bride got close to us and told him to leave
just the business end of his rammer in my mouth. She proceeded to stroke
him tenderly with her hand, milking lots of pre-cum onto my tongue. At
last she accelerated her jacking and took him over the top, which meant I
received a super helping of cum that hit the roof of my mouth and then
puddled on my tongue. I didn't want to swallow but it kept slipping down
the back of my throat. At long last it was all gone, I licked his shaft
clean, and he left the bed.
Chuck was getting hard again from watching my performance. Shirl
innocently said, "Oh, baby, you still have all my sticky pussy juice on
your beautiful rod. Let Brandy make you nice and clean again." He
cheerfully climbed on board, did a bit of titty tunneling with his member,
and then fed the head to me so I could give it a polish. My wife knelt
alongside Chuck and kissed him passionately as her enchantment coerced me
into treating his pole as if I was in love with it. I lapped and smooched
and nibbled. After a long session my wife reached down and guided the rest
of his ramrod into my mouth and down my throat. So effective was her magic
that I didn't gag or choke. She had given me the unwanted ability to deep
throat a long thick cock. With Shirl's tongue inside his mouth and her
nimble fingers on his nipples, he built toward a climax. My Brandy side
was so caught up in the moment that she began to squeeze her own nipples
between fingers and thumbs. The Bradley side of me wanted to scream and
flee the room. But I made enthused sounds despite the meat overfilling my
mouth and Chuck shot his load deep into me.
The three of them all had a final drink. Shirl explained that, "Brandy
hates to lose the taste of cock and pussy after she's had a few helpings.
She such a perv." Instead of disagreeing, I said in my girly-girl voice,
"I can't get enough of it. I'm just a cock sucking, pussy eating machine."
And then I giggled wildly. A while later the guys got dressed and left.
They each took a goodbye feel of my still bare, wobbling wang-warmers.
Their parting tweaks of my long nipples hurt but turned me on at the same
time. And then Shirl and I were alone.
I told her, "I'm really sorry, dear. I'll never cheat again. Honest."
She grinned evilly and assured me, "I know you won't, because I'm leaving
your cock the way it is now, looking like it should be on a newborn puppy.
No girl would take a second look at a baby dick like that, unless it was to
laugh at it." "B... but, you aren't going to leave the rest of me this
way, are you?" She snickered and said, "No, I'll change that back
tomorrow. But tonight we're going to play one more game." So saying, she
touched her magic ring to her crotch and all at once began sprouting an
impressively dimensioned cock. With unnatural strength she flipped me
over, pulled me up onto my knees, so that my upper body was resting on
those pliant pillows of mine. Then she placed the business end of her
battering ram against the tightness of my virgin butt. I whimpered, "No,
honey. Please. Not that. I don't want you to... to... OWOWOWOW." She
had her way with me and loved every second of it. I was absolutely
humiliated, not to mention the extreme discomfort of being used that way.
In the end my wife had a quaking climax and even made me finish after a
fashion, though without either of us ejaculating. When the sound and fury
were all over, she was well satisfied and I was maddeningly frustrated.
She wanted to know, "What? Is my sexy Brandy girl still horny? I should
have mentioned that the way I designed that spell, you'll always want it
but never be able to get off on it. I'm afraid you're going to know
horniness without end, girl." I began to weep silently. My only
consolation was that at least, the next day, I could stop being a sexpot
female. At that moment my wife decided to inform me, "And we'll be playing
these games every weekend from now on. I can't wait to hook you up with a
couple of guys at once. Maybe if you're good I'll even think about giving
you a pussy on one of our date nights. That would be the only way for you
to finish. When you get desperate enough I bet you'll even beg for a girl
part between your legs. In fact, you'll HAVE TO beg, because that's the
only way I'll give you one. So your choices will be to never get any
relief, or to beg for your very own pussy and a couple of well endowed
hunks to fill it." As my lower lip, so rounded and protruding, began to
quiver, she added, "Either way it'll be lots of fun... for ME."
THE FABULOUS FUNBAGS END.
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