Japanese girl stuffs her shirt with fake balloon boobs and gradually inflates them on camera. No sound.
Web Cam Bimbo Transformation
Well, I didn’t like the idea of no sound, so here’s something she might say if shew was a bimbo. -Bimboization
Hi everyone, so as you know I am going to try out some new breast growing pills. Nothing has really worked so far. I’ve tried messages, creams, other pills, but nothing has worked. The only real side effect to all those treatments was to make me really horny. My nipples have gotten really sensitive but other than that, no growth. So here we go.
Oh, wow, I can feel them start to grow. I only took the pills like three minutes ago. Holly, wow, what a head rush. My head feels really fuzzy, but man are my boobs getting big.
Okay feeling a little better, and as you can see they have grown a couple of cup sizes. Not sure how I feel about this now. I mean big boobies are awesome! Wait did I say boobies. Oh well, but, like, guys will totally notice me now. I will finally fit into that bikini I bought weeks ago. Actually I might have to get a bigger one.
Hmm… oh right, these tits are going to make me so sexy. Like I’m going to need to get lip gloss now, and ummm, some new shirts,
Huh… You know these really are big titties. I mean I could fit an enormous dick in here. Oh and in my mouth. That would be so cool. And then I could get two. No Three guys! Maybe four? Idk but I really need to get some dick though God I’m horny…
It wasn’t that Brooke didn’t care about football, it’s just that she had more important things to do on any given Saturday. But her boyfriend loved it, so she put up with it. But then came the big game against the Bruins. And feeling the need to needle her boyfriend, she bet him that if the Trojans won, she’d let him do anything to her. But if they lost, then he was going to spend the rest of the season taking her shopping and spending his trust fund on some new outfits for her. I mean sure, she didn’t love football but she could read the Vegas odds like anyone else.
Unfortunately Vegas was wrong. And it was a blowout. Which is how she found herself learning about her boyfriend’s hypnosis fetish. Sitting there, smirking as she convinced herself that it wasn’t real. Right up to the moment she went under. For the first week her boyfriend kept it simple. Making her excited for the next game. Making her want to wear a cute cheer skirt and no panties. To be excited when he fingered her in their seats. And Brooke found she loved the game. She was even excited for their next hypnosis session. Remembering how relaxed she felt afterwards.
And the second session brought more changes. An urge to get rid of all of her pants and shorts. To buy a pair of tiny shorts for working out in and so many skirts and dresses. Discovering how good it felt to leave the sorority house in full makeup everyday. The wonderful feeling of stockings and a garter belt. She felt so much more confident going out with matching lingerie. But best of all was wearing that cheer skirt again. It made her so happy to know that she was making her boyfriend hard. Sure, she didn’t understand football any better than she did before the bet, but by the third week it was just one of many things she didn’t understand. And she had never been happier.
The world is a grey and dark place sometimes. But as a bimbo you can bring light and joy into the world. You can make people happy and brighten your day. Does your job today offer you that? Or is it banal busy work invented to keep people employed at a desk? Does the report you’re working on matter? Give in to your urge to become a bimbo. Be a positive change in the world.
Daddy told her that her new dress was beautiful but it could only been seen by smart people, and that’s why she couldn’t see it. But he assured her she looked wonderful in it. That all of the smart people in the room would be stunned by it. Kristi was so happy Daddy would take care of her like that.
Candi loved this dress so much. It matched Master’s favorite tie. And it showed off all of the money he spent on her figure. But best of all, Master would lead her around by the zipper and sometimes he’d lead her into a quiet corner. Where the zipper would could down and his hands would fondle her breasts. The feel of his hands on her skin would have her dripping.
But best of all was knowing that she was pretty enough her couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
