Somehow, Alicia was looking at the ring again, the silver catching the light and sending it back at her. It was so pretty… Just like a pretty woman with a man…
Would that be so bad? After all, sooner or later she’d get caught and nobody liked to date some woman who had just gotten out of prison.
But of course she didn’t have the boobs and hips for the kind of men who would do that. She was slim. She even had to work to make enough cleavage to distract a guy. Alicia felt a pout come over her face. Just because she wasn’t stacked with incredible tits that would make a man want to fuck her, or have her get down in front of him and use her pillowy funbags to encase his cock in her flesh while she sucked him off didn’t mean she wasn’t attractive…
But even so… It’d be kind of cool to have big jugs and curvy hips. Alicia giggled at the thought.
Yeah, men liked women who giggled. Bimbo-ey women who would hang on a man’s every word.
Alicia felt her thoughts run around a happy pink drain before they ran down it and vanished right out of her head. She reached up and ran her hands through her hair. It seemed…fuller somehow. Longer, curly… She looked in the mirror and blinked. It was longer and more curly and now there were blond highlights running through her brown hair. Highlights that went great with the pretty ring she had on.
It was so cool!
Then she looked down and realized that her top seemed to be fuller than normal. The fabric felt tighter, and she could see her boobies pressing out against the blouse. She stared in disbelief as they seemed to visibly grow, even as she felt her skirt start to get tight tighter the fabric feeling hot and confining.
“My um…” what were they called… Oh right, “My boobies are growing!” her high-pitched girlish voice filled the room. “I’m, like getting big!” She started bouncing on her feet, enjoying the way she felt her ever growing boobs bounce, the fabric rubbing her nipples and getting her so incredibly turned on!
In fact, her top was starting to get uncomfortably tight… She reached up and started to undo her buttons, letting her ever growing masses out of their confinement. Her pants were also getting tighter, as her hips and ass seemed to grow. She reached down and undid the clasp of her belt with some difficulty, and then sighed in relief as the pressure eased. Wiggling out of her pants, she left them on the floor as she undid all of her blouse’s buttons, tossing her top to the floor to join with the pants. Then she undid her painfully tight bra with a sigh of relief. The stretched fabric fell away from her body with an audible snap, leaving Alicia standing in the room, the cool air playing over her body, nude save for her panties.
Turning to the window, she looked at herself and her eyes grew with amazement at what was revealed.
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The woman staring out at the mirror had no resemblance to the Alicia that had walked in the door. Her large breasts were full, dark pink nipples standing out from the paler skin around them. Alicia couldn’t keep a grin off her face as she put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out, her boobs swaying in reaction. They were just the kind of tits every guy wanted to touch, fondle and suck on.
In fact… Alicia brought her fingers up to her thick nipples and started to gently tug and fondle them. Her moan of delight filled the room. It felt so wonderful! Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her left hand descended down, surrendering her tit and running its fingers over her lower chest and belly. She couldn’t stop the feeling of delight that seemed to spring up wherever her fingernails (and why were they that long now? She normally kept them cut short) touched her incredibly sensitive skin.
“Ohhhh…that feels niiiiccceee…” Alicia felt herself becoming pleasantly dim, her brain getting all fuzzy with pleasure as her fingers dropped down to the top of her panties, and slipped under them, lightly stroking her mound.
And if her tits had gotten sensitive, her pussy was just incredible. She couldn’t resist a moan of pleasure at the feeling, pressing her fingers into her warm and welcoming interior, feeling her muscles grip her fingers as she slipped first one, then the rest of her fingers inside herself.
Now Alicia was squatting, her soaked panties presenting a lewder appearance than she would have had she been completely nude. One hand thrusting into her vagina, the other now hefting one of her big tits up to her full lips and eager mouth. Her grunt of pleasure was stifled as she took the big nipple into her mouth and started to industriously suck on it, flicking her tongue over the incredibly sensitive skin.
If only I had a guy! She thought in annoyance. Guys had been a means to an end, but that was stupid. A guy was an end. A big, thick end that would get stuffed into her pussy…in her end! Alicia giggled at her cleverness.
Then she got to work bringing herself off. The room became redolent with the smell of her sex juices as they soaked her panties and started dripping down onto the carpet.
“Yes… Yes…” Alicia started to chant. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She could feel herself getting close to coming. She reached within herself, rising up even as she lightly bit her nipple, loving the sensation. Then she came.
“Oh FUCK!” she screamed out as her body arched like she’d been struck by lightning. She’d never cum like that before. The only thing that was missing was some guy to stuff her but good.
Alicia shook her head, trying to clear the pleasant fuzz that had filled it. Like cotton-candy her mind was full of soft, pink happiness, making it hard to remember the big words she’d used before. She bit her lip, sitting in the middle of her room, one hand idly playing with a tit.
But…like what do I do? She’d been thinking of selling the rings…selling them to… She blinked and shook her head. She couldn’t remember. Besides, selling them sounded boring. She’d have to deal with money and receipts and stuff like that. She had more important stuff to do. Looking over at her closet, Alicia nodded to herself in satisfaction.
She had more important stuff to do like getting better clothes. Pink clothes. Clothes that would show off her big ass and her jugs and make men want to fuck her. At that thought she started to feel hot again, but forced the feeling back down.
She wasn’t some dumb girl who would spend all day masturbating when she had more important stuff to do!
The first thing was to figure out where to sell the rings… She didn’t want something complex where she had to think and work to…
Then the thought hit Alicia.
The museum! Museums knew about all this stuff and she could bring the rings back to them and they’d pay her for them! She paused, trying to remember why that wouldn’t be a good idea.
Oh. She’d stolen the rings.
“That’s not a problem. I’ll just say they like, accidentally fell into my purse!” Alicia said and jumped up and did an impromptu dance at her brilliance, her jugs bouncing wildly as she lewdly wiggled her ass at the mirror.
And even better, she might be able to get a job at the museum, like that other girl. What was her name…
“Mandy!” Alicia burst out, proud of her memory. She could ask Mandy how to get a job. Not only that, but she’d be able to wear a cute pink uniform like Mandy had worn and lead hunky guys around the museum while they checked out her ass and tits.
It was a perfect idea.
Chapter III
It didn’t take long for Alicia to get dressed. After all, she didn’t need to worry about a bra (not that her old bras fit anymore) or properly conservative clothes. She wanted to show off!
She found a cheerleading miniskirt in her closet that she’d worn one Halloween, and wiggled her body into it, loving the way the fabric was forced to tightly conform to her hips and ass.
Not to mention the fact that it was short enough to give everyone a show when she ran. Alicia smiled at that thought, and then tossed the pair of panties she’d been holding onto the floor.
She pulled the halter top onto her torso, grunting as she managed to pull it down over her boobs. They looked like they were going to come bouncing out and the fabric was str
etched so tightly that her nipples and areolas were clearly showing through it, with both the upper and lower parts of her tits peaking out from under the fabric. Alicia brushed her hair back and noticed that it was even more curly than it had been. It was also almost completely golden now, with only a few hints of her old brown color. She grinned at the look. It was perfect!
Then it was time to head to her car, hips swaying and boobs bouncing in a walk that she’d never tried before but now just felt so natural. One of the neighbors saw her and almost walked into a tree, his eyes fixed on the glory that was Alicia. She winked at him and primped her hair as she opened her car door and then bent over to check an imaginary bit of lint on the seat, giving him a perfect view of her gorgeous ass without any panties to get in the way.
Then it was off to the museum, the bag full of the rings clinking in the seat next to her.
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When Alicia got to the museum, she frowned in dismay.
It was closed!
For a moment, Alicia was lost. What was she going to do now? Then she saw some cars parked in the back and realized that at least a few of the staff must be there. She pulled into the back parking lot and hopped out of her car, before turning and walking up the stairway to the open rear doors.
As she walked in, Alicia realized she had been wrong. There was so much interesting stuff in the library. Like all the neat exhibit cases holding stone tools. They were almost as interesting as the big titted woman who was cleaning the cases clad only in a pair of shorts and high-heels. She was focused on her job, working hard to make certain the museum would be as clean as it needed to be when it opened, even as her boobs rubbed along the plastic surface of the cases.
“Hi!”
Alicia turned at the sound and there was Mandy, still dressed in her cut little uniform, boobs still struggling to get free. “I knew I would see you again!” the bimbo chirped happily. “I bet you’re here to give something back…and to ask for a job!”
“I…yeah!” Alicia said. She wasn’t going to get in trouble! She held out the bag of jewelry. “This sort of fell into my purse…”
“No it didn’t!” Mandy said, wagging a finger at Alicia, her boobs jiggling from the motion. “You tried to steal something, just like me! You have to be honest if you like wanna work here. All the men here are smart and stuff and no dumb girl can lie to them.”
Alicia blushed in shame. Mandy was right. Why did she think she could lie? They might not let her work her!
“You…you’re right,” she said finally, trying not to sniffle. “I was just dumb. Can I…can it get a job?”
“Well, you have to ask Mr. Marsdon.” Mandy gestured, for Alicia to follow her. Alicia did, eyes fixed on Mandy’s glorious ass. Part of her wondered why she was interested in another girl’s ass. She never had felt like that before.
She had really wasted her life, Alicia realized.
“Here we are!” Mandy said as they came to a closed door with a brass placard reading: TOM MARSDON, MUSEUM DIRECTOR on it. Mandy turned and walked off, giving Alicia a quick smack on her ass as she passed her. “Have fun! Mr. Marsdon is soooo cool,” the girl said. “He knows everything.”
Suddenly feeling a bit timid, Alicia knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Alicia shivered. The voice was so strong, so…manly. It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing panties, she realized. They’d just have gotten wet with her sex-fluids.
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When Alicia entered the room she saw that it was full of books. Books with big long titles that she didn’t understand. There was a mirror and she quickly checked herself to see if she still looked good.
She did. In fact, there was only a touch of brown in her hair now. That was good.
Guys liked blonds.
Then she saw him. Mr. Marsdon sat at his desk looking over at her. His gray eyes seemed to look into Alicia’s very mind.
She hoped he liked what he saw, because he looked incredibly yummy. He was built like an athlete and his dark, closely-cropped hair had just enough silver in it to look really distinguished.
“So, I take it you have something for me?” he asked.
Alicia nodded and walked forward, handing him the bag of jewelry. Mr. Marsdon nodded, looking inside the bag.
“And how did you come by this?”
Alicia bit her lip. “I um, stole it, because I needed money…”
“Not needed my dear. As I understand it, the curse doesn’t work on people who need money. It works on people who want money. That’s an important difference. The man who gave it to me was quite specific on it. If you needed money, for medical bills or to feed family or for some other reason, the ring would just fall off and eventually return to the museum. No, you wanted money.”
Alicia blushed. The voice was just so sexy… But he was right. “Yes sir,” she said in a little voice. “I wanted money for nice things.”
“And now here you are. Are you sorry?”
“Yes sir…I was wondering, could I, like have a job?”
“So you could spend all your money on frivolity? I think not. But Mandy is like you and she decided to work here and let me handle all her important purchases… and give her an allowance.”
Alicia shivered. Someone like this sexy man controlling her money? Giving her an allowance? She realized she wasn’t just damp, she was wet with desire for him.
“Oh yes sir!” she squealed. “Please!”
“Very well,” Mr. Marsdon said with a smile. “You’ll start by working tour groups with Mandy. She’s been quite effective at increasing the patronage of our museum and you can help her.”
“Yay!”
“But first…” he said, standing up and starting to unbutton his shirt, “there’s a welcome ceremony.”
Alicia didn’t wait. She reached up and quickly pulled off her halter top, her bit tits bounding free as the fabric was pulled over them. Without missing a beat she tossed it over her back and then wiggled out of her skirt, kicking her shoes off in the process. She arched her back, showing off her swaying tits for her boss.
“Oh, thank you sir,” Alicia said in a breathy voice as she fell to her knees in front of him and reached up to undo his fly.
The thick cock that sprang free caused her eyes to widen. She could smell his musk filling the room, mixing with her own feminine scent. Alicia looked up to meet Mr. Marsdon’s eyes, hoping he’d give her permission.
“Yes,” he said.
She didn’t hesitate, taking his thick shaft into her mouth like she’d been doing it for years. The way it filled her mouth and throat as she started to deep throat him was amazing. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning in delight around his cock as he positioned himself, one hand gripping her curly hair, the other reaching down and cupping one big just and tweaking her nipple between his strong fingers. Alicia continued to work his cock while she brought one of her hands up to caress his nutsack, the other descending to her pussy to lightly flick her erect clit.
The room was silent save for her grunts and moans as she gloried in the way that he was controlling her. She was his! His bimbo! It felt so incredibly natural to be this way with the man who would make all of her decisions for her.
And then she felt his cock swell, just before it erupted and filled her mouth with his hot semen, the fluid spilling down her chin and dripping onto her jugs as she frantically tried to swallow it all. She felt the orgasm roar through her body,the room becoming dim in her sight as her fluids rolled down her inner thighs and formed a puddle on the floor. She’d never come so hard.
Though her orgasm, she dimly heard Mr. Marsdon again. “Good,” he said. “Now on your hands and knees.”
Alicia scrambled to get on her hands and knees, quivering with anticipation. She didn’t have long to wait as she felt his hands grip her by her hips and his thick cock press into her warm and wet opening.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes…” she hissed out.
“Good,” h
e said and with one powerful thrust, buried his cock in her eager body. The room was filled with Alicia’s cry of pleasure. She started to buck, only his powerful hands controlling her small form, her big tits swinging free, nipples rubbing against the cool floor.
“I…yes!” she repeated. “Oh yes sir!”
“This is one of your duties…” he said, bending down to whisper into her ear.
“Oh yes! Anything sir!”
“And, we have some other duties I think you’ll enjoy. After all, there’s a reason why Mandy and Iris and Carole have all helped attract so many paying visitors to the museum. You want to help them, don’t you?”
“Yes! Oh God, Yes!” Now she was screaming in ecstasy. She wanted to do whatever Mr. Marsdon said. She wanted him to tell her what to do to do her thinking for her, because that was just what a bimbo wanted! To never be bothered with having to do anything other than get ready to do what her man said and fuck him whenever he wanted.
The thought of fucking him again, caused her arms to give out and she ended up on the floor, her big jugs cushioning her as he started to pick up his rhythm, thrusting into her, mastering her, letting her awaken to her calling as a bimbo.
Alicia loved it. She’d never met Mr. Marsdon before today, but she knew he’d never let her down.
And then she felt his cock swell and realized she was about to have her first bimbo experience with a man erupting inside her. It was better than anything she’d ever felt before.
Then it happened. The hot seed exploded into her unprotected womb as her mouth opened and a stream of nonsense syllables flowed from her mouth. She felt her brain melting along with the rest of her body as her incoherent squeals resolved into one word, chanted over and over.
“Bimbo! Bimbo! Bimbo!”
Then there was another explosion of pleasure and Alicia felt herself started to slide into unconsciousness as she felt Mr. Marsdon’s cock pull out of her pussy with an audible pop.
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