Chris Cartwright
My wife squeezed her new big boobs. It took some coaxing to get her off me. I stared down at my phone. When I had bimbofied her, I had gained her bimbos, too. Beneath my wife was Alice (Level 2), Sherry (Level 2), and Keily (Level 2). She needed to be upgraded. Linda was Level 1 with hardly any progress to her next level.
I’d even gained an achievement. Bimbo Cowboy: For Bimbofying a Slut with Bimbos.
To get my next bimbo, it would cost me three Crystals, which was just how many I had. I smiled. This would be a new and exciting life. I had my naughty bimbo wife, the slutty mother to our daughter. I pulled Linda to me, feeling her big boobs, and fell asleep on the couch with her.
Tomorrow would be an amazing day.
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Nagging Mom to Bimbo Mommy
Eric Murphy
I could not help but stare at Mrs. Juarez’s big tits.
It was the last class of my day at my college. Physics with Mrs. Juarez and her big sweater puppies. She had such a lovely pair that filled out her low-cut blouse. Those golden-brown titties jiggled as she moved. She was such a hot MILF. And she knew it.
I wanted to fuck her so badly. If I had the power to make her bend over, hike her skirt, and purr, “Eric, come fuck my lewd pussy right now and make me cum like your naughty MILF-slut!” I would do it in a heartbeat. I would make her my whore. I would fuck her in front of her husband.
It would be amazing.
She turned to face the class, talking about our homework. I just watched as those lush mounds quivered back and forth before they came to rest in her blouse. My dick was so hard. I wanted to spank it to those boobs. I wanted–
“Perv,” sneered Tina.
My cheeks burned as I felt Tina stare at me. The redheaded bitch lived on my street. She was always trying to ruin my fun of staring at pretty girls. I had stared at her, once, until she had made fun of me. She thought because I was a nerd, I was beneath her.
She was too good for me. Never mind that we used to be really good friends when we were kids. They had played together all the time. Then puberty happened.
“Just a disgusting hacker staring at her,” Tina continued. She was nineteen like me. “No one wants a dweeb like you panting after them.”
“Shut up,” I muttered. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t–”
“Staring at Mrs. Juarez’s blouse like you are imagining what she looks like naked? You think she wants a skinny little nerd like you when she’s got that handsome stud she married?” Tina let out a lusty sigh. Mr. Juarez was the gym teacher.
“Just remember to have your papers done by the end of the week,” said Mrs. Juarez. She glanced at me and smiled. She had such gorgeous dimples in her cheeks. “Looking forward to yours, Eric. You always have such… unique ideas.”
“That’s code that you’re a fucking weirdo,” Tina whispered just as I grinned back at Mrs. Juarez.
Why did she have to be such a bitch?
The other students were starting out. I put my books into my bag as Mrs. Juarez sat at her desk. My dick was so hard. I took a moment to readjust myself before standing. I hurried out of the room. I really didn’t have any other friends.
I used to, but my best friend moved away. And the other ones sort of drifted from me. One got interested in sports. They had become the sort of guys girls dug. Not a guy with thick glasses who liked to read books. I was scrawny. And shy.
I moved through the school, weaving through the bustling halls. I kept my head down, hoping no one would mess with me. Or just slow me down. I really wanted to get home. I wanted to catch Mrs. Mayers in the backyard. It would be hot.
I burst out of the school and headed across the athletic field towards the back gate. That was the way I went. But when I was halfway across, the cheerleaders came out and started practicing. As much as I wanted to head straight home to jack off to Mrs. Mayers doing hot yoga in her backyard, the cheerleaders drew my attention.
Especially one cheerleader. Barbie.
It was such a stereo typical name for the blonde and hot cheerleader, and she fit it. Gorgeous legs flashed as she did high kicks. Her pom-poms shook. Her boobs jiggled in her top. I could just watch her all day. Just–
“Pig!”
I jumped to see Tina striding by. She glared at me as she headed towards that same back gate. We did live on the same street. That was another reason I liked to hurry straight home so I didn’t have to put up with her any longer than I had to.
The cheerleaders glanced over, maybe hearing her outburst. I followed after, but not as fast as Tina walked. I want to let her get some distance ahead of me. I felt the cheerleaders watching me, glaring at me, as I slouched out of the field and through the gate. I hit the sidewalk and followed after Tina.
I made sure that I kept my distance, letting her get two blocks ahead of me. I was eager to get home, knowing that Mrs. Mayers would start her backyard yoga at any time. I did not want to miss the show. It was better than watching porn.
Even if she wasn’t naked, she was there in the flesh. And she had no idea I spied on her. Though, when I was spanking it, I would fantasize that she did know. She was showing off for me. That she wanted me to go down there and fuck her hard while her husband was at work.
Wouldn’t that be hot?
My cock was so stiff as I turned onto my street. Tina had already vanished into her house which I had to pass to reach my own. I hurried down the sidewalk now, not worried about running into her. Her mother was in the front yard watering her gardenias.
Her head lifted up. Her expression tightened. She glared at me. She thought I was a pervert thanks to Tina.
I hurried by without giving Mrs. Waters much of a look. Even if she was a busty brunette. A hot MILF with a gorgeous ass. How I would love to fuck her in front of Tina. It would be so hot if Tina realized that her mother was actually my whore.
God, I had to beat off. If I had the power…
But I didn’t.
I reached my house and cut across the lawn. I jumped onto the porch and open the door. I headed inside to find my younger sister Cherry sitting on the couch. She glanced at me as I hurried by towards the stairs.
“Going to jack it to Mrs. Mayers as she does her backyard yoga?” my bratty sister asked.
“No,” I quickly said, my cheeks burning with shame.
“Yeah, Mom, Eric’s going to beat off to Mrs. Meyer doing her backyard yoga!” Cherry shouted.
“You better not be!” Mom shouted from the kitchen. “That’s disgusting! I can’t believe you would even do that!”
“I don’t do that, Mom!” I growled through clenched teeth. If I could, I would kill my little sister.
“And do your damn homework!” Mom added. “You can get better grades than you’re doing. You’re just coasting. I want you to go to college and get the fuck out of my house! I’m not going to support you if you turn to some lazy shit that plays video games all day! And clean that damn room! I’m tired of smelling it! Open a fucking window!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered.
“I mean it!” She snarled. “Clean that fucking bedroom!”
Ever since Dad bailed on her, she had become a complete bitch to me. I get why he ran off with that younger woman. She was a young, busty bimbo. Dumb as shit, but did she really need to have that much intelligence? Cook, clean, and suck dick. Didn’t take much brains for that.
If I said that, my mom would go on a warpath. She was on to that “feminism” crap. She was an emancipated woman now. If you listened to her, Dad didn’t run out on her, she kicked him out. She had to convince herself that he still wanted her but she didn’t want him.
Well… She was still in great shape. She wouldn’t let herself go, thank god. Probably because she was trying to get some rich guy to date her. Like one of the bosses at her job. She had two of them. She worked in some office, and on the weekends and sometimes on the evening she worked at a fast-food joint.
Probably wasn’t that boss she was trying to bury her hooks into.
I slammed my bedroom door shut, fist clenching. My mother chaffed my ass so much. But now wasn’t the time to care. I drop my book bag down and hurried to the window. I ripped off my t-shirt, so eager for the show to begin.
I peered out the window to see Mrs. Mayers already doing her yoga. She wore a pair of gray yoga pants that gripped her rump and even molded to the folds of her pussy. She had such a cameltoe, especially with her bent in half like a chevron with her ass pointed almost directly at my window.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. I unsnapped my pants and shoved them and my boxers off. I grabbed my hard cock and started stroking it.
It was so hot to see Mrs. Mayers holding that pose.
“That ass,” I groaned. “You need a stretched out body.”
I love how the yoga pants sank into the cracks of her ass. She had to be going commando beneath. She wiggled her hips, shaking her rump at me. She was such a hot fucking housewife. My hand flew up and down my cock. My balls–
My door burst open. I gasped and tried to bend down to pull up my boxers as my mom appeared. She marched over to me, grabbed my arm, and threw me down on the bed. My hard cock smacked into my stomach as Mom sneered at me in disgust.
“You stop staring at her like a little fucking pervert!” she hissed. Her face twisted with rage. “If I ever catch you doing that again, I’m going to fucking turn you into the police. I’m not gonna let you turn out like your father. A degenerate loser! Do you understand me?”
Cheeks burning with humiliation, I nodded.
“Do your damn homework, clean your room, and stop masturbating like a fucking animal!” she hissed. “And keep that bedroom door open!”
I yanked up my pants and boxers as she turned around. I saw my little sister smirking like a cunt in the doorway. I wanted to just melt away in shame. I hated them both. Why did they have to be bitches? Why couldn’t they just let me jerk off in peace?
Mrs. Mayers was fucking showing off. She had to know I was staring at her ass the way she was posing. Some exhibitionist slut. Getting off teasing the boy next door. It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t jerk off to her. She wanted me to!
My phone beeped.
Reflexively, I pulled my phone out of my pants to check what the notification was. To my surprise, it was an app being installed. I hadn’t installed any apps, but this one had such an intriguing name.
The Bimbo App.
I blinked. What was this? Clearly, this was something I didn’t get out of the Google Play store. Had someone hacked my phone? Why? Was it some weird crypto currency scam? Was this app going to let them use my phone for data mining some obscure crypto currency that no one has ever heard of?