Lipstick & Miniskirts

by John Dylena

  What is… what is, like, going on?

  My skin is tingling all over. I feel so turned on, so aroused. I clench my hand into a fist and bite my fingers to suppress another moan. I put my back to the pillar and hope no one sees me.

  So warm, I feel so… like… hot! What is… what is happening to me?

  I giggle.

  The shirt is tight again. It’s hugging my body—my thin, skinny body. It’s tight on my chest, growing tighter and tighter as my chest swells. I open my eyes and look down to see two mounds growing on my chest. I can feel their weight as they get bigger and bigger.

  Breasts? Like, why do I have…

  My mind drifts off as my hands rise and carefully squeeze the still-growing breasts.

  They’re so… big and bouncy… oh my God, they feel sooooo good!

  I squeeze and play with them, pinching and rubbing my nipples, forgetting where I am.

  I hope no one sees me playing with my boobies.

  I giggle and moan.

  When I lift my hands to play with my oh-so-wonderful breasts, my pants sag and fall down below my butt. It too is getting bigger. I peer down at it and marvel at its size. I have a butt the Kardashians would be jealous of. A butt shaped by countless squats and lunges and covered in black fishnets.

  In a moment of clarity, my hands shoot down below my belly button and sheer panic fills me as all I can feel is a flat surface where my junk would be. My once-green shirt is now a hot pink, and my sleeves have broken off to cover my arms with long gloves. The bottom of my shirt wraps around between my legs to connect with the backside.

  I bite my now-swollen lower lip—and taste strawberry—as my slender fingers investigate and discover a slit hidden behind that hot pink fabric. I press a little harder and feel my body shudder. I nearly topple over from the sensation, and at the moment I discover my pants have turned into thigh-high boots with a five-inch heel.

  My backpack is gone. Long blonde hair tickles the sides of my face and my back. My massive breasts are barely contained in this outfit and it’s not until I look down at my side to see the planet badge on my waist do I realize what has happened.

  I have transformed into Val Quinly, the woman on the cover of the comic.

  My wrists and ankles grow heavier as gold bracelets appear on them.

  When the faint clanking of the jewelry fills my ears, my mind goes blank. There is a voice. It is a woman’s. It is soft and sensual and piercing.

  You are Val Quinly. You are a sex object.

  I can’t move. I can only stare straight ahead.

  You are Val Quinly. You are a sex object.

  “I am Val Quinly. I am a sex object.” I say, my voice soft and feminine.

  You like to look sexy and slutty.

  “I like to look sexy and slutty.”

  I want to scream, to fight it. But it is so hard. It feels so good to say those things. It feels so right.

  Your purpose is to please others. You are a mindless bimbo.

  No! I’m not… I’m not… a…

  Forget who you were. This is who you are. Say it.

  “I… I….”

  You are Val Quinly. A mindless bimbo space slut. You are a sex object.

  I close my eyes and try to focus. It’s getting hard to think. Everything’s so blurry. There’s a fog covering everything. The harder I struggle, the louder the voice gets.

  “No… please…” I whimper.

  A shock travels through my mind and everything becomes clear.

  I slowly stand up and stare blankly ahead. My swollen lips are pursed, in a permanent O-shape. I lift my hands up and blink as I take in my surroundings. People are noticing me. I see guys smiling as they pull their phones out to take pictures of me. It feels good to have my picture taken. I see more cameras show up, this time real professional cameras.

  I step forward and pose. The more I pose, the more photos are taken. The more photos are taken, the hotter I feel.

  Good girl. You like that? Don’t you, slut?

  I giggle. I like the voice in my head. I like what it tells me. It makes me feel so good. I look at the men in the crowd. They’re all so good-looking. I want to please them.

  My poses become naughtier, which makes the crowd happier.

  Then a couple security guards show up and break up the crowd. One of them turns toward me. He opens his mouth to say something, but he stops when he gets a good look at me. I watch his eyes scan my body and I smile playfully at him, which makes a bulge in his pants appear.

  “I ugh… sorry ma’am, but you’re creating a scene. You’ll need to um…” he tries to look away but can’t. “You’ll need to go outside the exhibit hall where there is more room.”

  I pout, but the hunky security guard is right. The guards disperse the crowd and even escort me through the maze of tables and booths. As we walk, I catch men—and women—taking out their phones and trying to take pictures of me. Several times I catch the guards casting lingering stares my way, trying to admire my body when I’m not looking. I don’t mind the stares, and when I do catch them staring, I just wink and giggle. One of the guards looks so young and nervous. He’s really trying hard to not stare at my big boobies as we walk, but he’s failing.

  They open the doors and I walk out of the dense hall into a more spacious part of the convention center where more people wander. At least here there is plenty of room for people to walk around. There are other cosplayers taking photos, and it doesn’t take long for another crowd to form around me. Lots of guys with professional cameras are running up to snap photos of me. Every single flash from their cameras turns me on and moments later, I’m swimming in pure, erotic ecstasy.

  My mind is flooded. I can’t think or focus; I can only react. My body moves on its own. I’m a living doll, built only for the sexual satisfaction of others.

  Pose me. Love me. Fuck me.

  I giggle and tease the audience. I wonder how many of them will jerk off to these photos of me. I see a couple of young teenagers with faces of pure disbelief as their thumbs press against their screens as fast as they can. I turn toward them and bend forward, their jaws dropping to the floor as I smile and wink at them.

  The photo flashes are bright, but they’re not blinding. They make me feel so good inside.

  So slutty. So hot. So wonderful.

  I press my finger to my crotch. I’m soaking wet and I moan as my other hand grabs my breast. This lewd display only seems to bolster the photographers and it fuels my lust-filled exhibition. My gloved finger pulls aside the small strip of fabric and I expose my cunt for all to see. I feel no shame, only desire.

  My body burns as my vision fogs.

  Everything is blurry as a pink haze engulfs me and it claims its first victim. A man gets up and approaches me, his hands hastily trying to unbutton his pants. He grabs me and pushes me up against the wall and the crowd moves with him.

  He lifts my hands up above my head and kisses my neck. He’s burning with fiery passion and I can feel it emanating off of him. He releases my hands but they remain above my head as his hands grip my breasts.

  A living doll. A sex slave. Bimbo fucktoy.

  The man squeezes and plays with my breasts, pulling down the low neckline of my costume to expose them fully. The crowd cheers and pulls in tighter. I can’t count the number of cameras pointed toward me.

  One hand vanishes from my breasts and only a moment after I feel the costume pulled aside do I feel him enter me. The man slides his cock in all the way, pushing as deep as he can go.

  I moan loudly as my already-broken mind shatters into erotic oblivion.

  I look at the crowd gathered around me with glazed-over eyes. I see the young guard from earlier watching and filming.

  The man pulls out and quickly spins me around and positions me so that I’m bent over at the waist and my face is pressed against the wall. One hand continues to grope my breast while the other grips one of my cheeks. I place one hand on the cold concrete wall to stabilize
my body, while the other finds and rubs my clit. The man’s thrusts start gentle, but they become wild and savage. I’m being pressed against the wall and after what feels like an eternity, I feel him jerk and spasm.

  Something hot flows into me. I’m too far gone to even recall the name of what it is.

  Don’t think. You’re a doll.

  The man pulls out and I twist, putting my back against the wall as I slide down onto my knees. Realizing what he just did, the man quickly pulls his pants back up and barrels out of the crowd. My half-open eyes find the guard again and all I can do is smile at him.

  He stares at me, and looks around, unsure if I’m looking at him or someone else. After a drawn-out moment, he steps forward and nervously approaches the blonde woman on her knees against the wall with her boobs hanging out and cum dripping out of her pussy.

  Cum. I want cum.

  He takes a step back as I crawl toward him, and before he can change his mind and run, I pull down his pants and wrap my plump lips around his cock. He fights it at first, which is cute, but when I’m halfway down his cock and my tongue grazes the underside of his shaft, he gives up the fight and puts his hands on my head.

  Much to my dismay, he doesn’t last long. Only seconds into the deep-throating do I feel his cock twitch and his hot sticky load shoot down my throat. I look up at him as I effortlessly swallow every bit of it. His nervousness returns and gets the better of him. He pulls out, but not before he finishes and some of his cum lands on my face.

  An army of security guards shows up and breaks up the crowd. One of them grabs my arm and lifts me onto my feet and starts escorting me away. A couple other guards follow him, surrounding me until we vanish behind an unmarked door into what looks like an employee breakroom.

  There are a couple of tables with chairs, two small couches, and a television in the corner. There’s a sink, microwave, and refrigerator in the kitchenette, along with a door to the restroom.

  The employee room is empty, except for the four security guards and myself. They close the door behind them and it’s only when I’m standing in the middle of the room that I realize my breasts are still hanging out and my pussy is exposed and dripping cum. Not to mention the jizz still clinging to my face. Some of it slides down onto my lips and I lick it up, which causes one of the guards to let out a little groan of approval.

  “You okay, miss?” the guard who took my arm asks.

  I say nothing, only nod. Then I take him in, slowly scanning his body with my eyes. He’s tall, a little over six feet. He and the rest of the guards that brought me in here are in all black suits, as opposed to the guards who first kicked me out of the exhibit hall. They were in the standard issue security outfits: nothing more than a collared shirt and some slacks. The ones in the room with me are the elite guards, those that escort the celebrities and VIPs around the convention.

  I look around at the other guards. One is short, another is black and kind of round, and the third is an older, clean-cut white guy who looks more like a surfer than a bodyguard.

  “You were creating a scene, miss,” one of the other guards says.

  I turn toward him. “Oh, sorry. Like, I couldn’t control myself, you know?” I shrug my shoulders and give him a playful look.

  “Oh well, we had to escort you here…” he looks away and adjusts his tie, “for you know… your safety.”

  “Thank you,” I say and giggle as the man blushes slightly.

  I slowly turn and look at the rest of them. There’s lust in their eyes. I can see it plain as day. I can feel their eyes all over me as I saunter toward the biggest of the tables, exaggerating every move, every swish of my hips. They are already walking toward me as I climb up onto the table and face them. I lick my lips as I spread open my legs and rub the insides of my thighs, inviting them in.

  The guard who led me in here by my arm is the first. He says nothing as he casually undoes his pants and whips out his hardening cock. I take it in my hand and gently stroke it as he brings his lips to me. He is a damn good kisser and I am putty in his arms. I feel his hands glide gently down my back until they grip my butt. He gives my ass cheeks a firm but playful squeeze, which makes me giggle.

  My laugh quickly shifts to a lust-filled moan as he pulls my hips toward him the same time as he drives his forward, burying his cock deep into me. His cock is bigger than the man from earlier and the security guard fucks me without restraint. He is a wild beast let loose on its prey.

  He lowers my back onto the table and uses my breasts as grips while he thrusts into me. The table is rocking and swaying and my mind is so far gone I can’t even focus on my surroundings.

  Sex. Fuck doll. Object. Slut. Slave. Cock sleeve. More. Faster. Harder.

  My whole body is limp. My eyes blank and my mouth open. All I can do is moan and scream and beg for more. Then he pulls out and I feel him cum all over me. It lands on my face, my breasts, and belly. The last bits land on my thighs and the guard lets out a heavy, satisfied sigh as he staggers back from me, exhausted but wholly satisfied.

  Except for me.

  I am dripping and leaking all over, but I have yet to orgasm. I can feel it building and pulsing inside of me and I want nothing more than to let it all out and wash over me.

  “Please… more… I want… more...”

  “Don’t need to ask me twice!” the third guard, the short one, says as he eagerly drops his pants. I let out a yelp of surprise when he effortlessly flips me over onto my stomach. I barely manage to get my legs under me to prevent me from sliding off the table before he steps up and slides right in.

  His cock isn’t as long as the previous one, but it is thick.

  Smack! His hand lands firmly on my ass.

  “You like that, don’t you, slut?!”

  Smack! Smack!

  “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I see the second one, the one who I teased earlier, approach with his hands in his pants. Soon his dark trousers envelop my entire vision and seconds later his cock spills out. He lifts my head and I wrap my lips around him, my tongue tasting the precum that leaks out of his tip.

  The short guard continues to smack my ass as he pounds me and I’m forced to breathe through my nose as the second guard stuffs my mouth with his dick. He is bigger than I thought he would be, but I have no problem deep-throating his meaty cock.

  The short guard backs out and I feel a tug on my wrist. I’m pulled off of the table, much to the dismay of guard whose cock I was just sucking. When I turn around I see that the hand belongs to the fourth and oldest of the security guards. He leads me away from the table toward the couches. I notice his pants are already off and cast aside when he releases his grip on my wrist and sits down on the couch.

  “Jesus fuck, you look so fucking hot right now. Like a living, breathing sex doll.” The older man’s voice is husky. It sounds so good to hear him talk and say that; a chill goes up my spine.

  “Thank you,” I giggle.

  He taps on his thighs. “Come to daddy.”

  I spread my legs and lower myself onto his cock, and like a stripper at a club, I grind my body against his. He grips my hips and helps guide me through the erotic motion. He brings his mouth to my breasts and starts licking and kissing and orally playing with them. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body that culminates in a whorish moan.

  “Room for one more?” I hear the short guard say as he lines up behind me and slides his cock into my asshole.

  “Oh fuck!” I scream in between moans and gasps. “Oh! Oh! Fuck yes!”

  I open my eyes to see the third guard, the one whose cock I was sucking moments ago, move behind the couch in front of me. I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, filling all three of my holes.

  Fuck doll. Sex slave. Cock sleeve. Bimbo whore.

  All I can do is mumble my lust-filled cries. I feel wonderful, so perfect.

  “Ah hell, I don’t want to be left out of this!”

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p; The fourth guard moves next to the third, and I switch back and forth between the two cocks, sucking one and jerking off the other. After what feels like a bliss-filled eternity, the two cocks in front of me erupt, covering my face and filling my mouth with hot sticky cum. Some errant strands land on my breasts and nearly land on the older guard underneath, who is too enthralled to notice.

  I can feel it building inside of me. It’s so close.

  The two men still fucking me push harder and deeper. Their thrusts become erratic, and I can hear them grunting.

  “Oh! Oh! Fuck me harder! Please fuck me! Fill me with your cum!”

  As if waiting for my permission, the two men both cum at the same time and the eruption inside of me finally pushes me over the edge.

  My head swims. My vision blurs. Every nerve in my body is firing as I’m engulfed in erotic flame. I scream in pure joy as I cum and the world around me slows to a crawl. I stare up at the ceiling, arms slack at my sides and my mouth open. The short guard pulls out and backs away, high-fiving the two that came on my face.

  “I ugh… think we killed her, boss,” one of them says to the older guard.

  He doesn’t reply as he nudges me to the side. My body is limp in this blissful state and I topple over, land on the couch, and roll off of it onto the ground.

  Two of the guards approach me. One of them moves to pick me up.

  “Leave her,” the older guard says as he tidies up his uniform and heads for the door. “Don’t worry, she’s not dead, you idiots. She’s just unconscious from the orgasm. Let’s go.”

  “But boss?”

  He turns back from the door.

  “Do you want to be here when someone finds her?” They all look at each other and shake their heads. “That’s what I thought. Come on.”

  Two of the guards hastily adjust their uniforms and follow their boss out the door. The fourth remains squatting by me. He reaches down and grabs the planet button on my outfit, unclips it, and inspects it.

  “Come on, let’s go!” his boss shouts back at him.

  “Coming, sir!” The guy looks at the button one last time before setting it down on the ground beside me. My barely-open, still glazed-over eyes turn toward him. “Sorry lady. Thanks for the sex though.”