Here’s an example of an unfortunate girl who contracted the bounce virus just moments before the video began. Her ass begins subtly twitching, each cheek seeming to have a mind of it’s own. Full-force bouncing and ass-clapping will start within a few minutes, but for now she’ll experience mild discomfort as her ass jerks and twitches.
Once the involuntary ass flexing begins, the virus is contagious. Any women within a few feet of the infected carrier will also begin to feel light twitches in their ass cheeks, leading to distracting flexes, then finally hours upon hours of mind-numbing twerking. Scientists are working on a cure for the early stages of the virus, but nothing has come to light. If you happen to see an ass twitching in an odd fashion, stay clear. You have been warned.
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The bounce virus can cause women to twerk endlessly for days or even weeks. Jamie here has been bouncing her voluptuous ass for 12 consecutive days, and has managed to spread the jiggling infection to every woman in her neighborhood. Ass-clapping pear-shaped ladies line the sidewalks, working their backsides as if it were saturday night in a Vegas nightclub. Some of the women are completely nude, exposing their puckered holes between each tantalizing *clap*. Sweat runs down their bodies as they twitch and wobble their ass cheeks to an unknown rhythm. The unfortunate fact is that the virus only becomes stronger in concentrated groups. These poor girls will only grow thicker and bounce harder as the days go by.
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“Ridiculous,” she said out loud, adjusting her thigh-highs upward. Her pink panties, already cut to show off a generous amount of cheek, were being completely overloaded. She wiggled against them, feeling her weight rebound and shake, almost sloshing as her cheeks collided against the straining underwear. Her thighs strained, flexing with hidden muscle against her socks, which responded by rolling down slightly on one leg and tearing a touch on the other.
“Too small?” The photographer asked.
“Not small enough,” she responded, adjusting again, delicately. It was no fun if she just tore through something by hand–she had to really shred it. “I thought I’d have grown out of all this by now.” She bent over, placing her hands on the chair, which strained. “Maybe you can catch it happening, if you’re quick enough.” She smiled, a little, undulating her hips as she felt her shirt rolling up too. “I think I feel a growth spurt coming on.”
The cruise had been excellent, and none of them quite wanted to leave.
The food? Impressive. The company? Incomparable. The amenities? Immaculate. A solid week, on a state-of-the-art ship, with the best care and services they could hope for. Utter, complete relaxation, and the weight that came with it. They were hardly the only ones–every woman on the ship, almost from day one, found themselves swollen, thighs thickening, asses plumping, tits becoming larger, perkier, soft and generous. But in a pleasured, relaxed fog, nobody seemed to think much of it. They had spent a week simply basking in it, the same way they tanned in the sun.
The crewmembers kept providing them with replacement clothes, so there was no real inconvenience. They simply ate, relaxed, grew, and spent their nights drinking and singing and sinking into piles of each other’s soft flesh, larger and more luxuriant by the night. When they finally disembarked to take a loop around the island they’d alighted on, they found their legs strong and steady, with a powerful, feminine grace. It was an adventurous day on the beach, clad in fresh, new, slightly-too-small bikinis, drinking beers and casually tossing a beachball to each other after a day of sightseeing. They took a picture together, partially to commemorate it, and partially as a progress picture. They had a week to return back to the states, and they were sure they’d only be larger and softer when they arrived.
The leotard was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. Keeping her vast and still-swelling lower body clothed was an ordeal in the best of conditions. She’d shredded pants and snapped panties. Shorts had been overwhelmed and stretched to the point of uselessness. Skirts were a fading dream–she’d tried on what should have been floor length and found it pooled around her ankles in front and short enough to be indecent in back. Now, at least, she was technically decent–which was really the best kind of decent, as far as she was concerned.
Her ass was enormous, that much was obvious. But she still liked to say it out loud and watch the looks on people’s faces when they realized exactly how unabashed she was about her huge size. She liked to think it to herself, every time she got a glimpse of the massive pear looking back at her in the mirror. She took pictures of it at every opportunity, and put them together into little collages, or before-and-afters showing how she’d tripled her weight in six months. More than anything though, she liked to put in the time, massaging it with cremes and lotions, taking her supplements every day so that she could make it bigger. And bigger, and bigger. There had to be a stopping point eventually, and most people might have declared it sixty or seventy pounds ago. But while she was a lot of things, a wobbling, orgasmically gigantic pear, for one, she certainly wasn’t a quitter.
She cooed, spreading her legs outward, pressing her voluminous, swelling thighs down against the soft blanket. Behind her, her cheeks were billowing outwards and upwards, sensitive enough that just the air drifting across them as they grew was intoxicating, the much-more-tactile sensation of the tiny scrap of fabric flossing between them enough to make her bite her lip. She experimentally bounced, once, the motion enough to make her breath catch in her throat as she ground her overly-sensitive crotch into the bed.
It was far from done, however. Her heels, pressing into her cheeks, gradually sank deeper and deeper as her bottom-heavy form continued to expand. She placed a hand on her knee, steadying herself as the growth came in waves and crashes, her thong snapping under the onslaught. Her body swelled larger, and larger, her toes curling in pleasure as she made eye contact with herself in the mirror. Her jaw was slack from pleasure, she realized with a start that she’d been moaning so long and loud she’d run out of breath and she swallowed hard before the almost-primal moans forcefully resumed. She closed her eyes, letting the sheer sensation wash over her, willing herself not to look until she was done. As her swollen cheeks encroached on her toes, she knew when it was finished she would be a sight to behold.
As class ended the room emptied, it was late and the professor ended class early. He shouted to the two girls who hadn’t left yet as he walked out the door.
“The door’s already locked, just shut it when you leave, and don’t forget about the test on Friday!”
The girls nodded and continued packing up there belongings. The darker haired girl tried not to glare at the blonde next to her that was babbling about something as if she cared.
“Don’t you think he’s a little cute? I mean, I know he’s a bit older, but he has a certain… I dunno, something..”
“A dick?” The brunette said with spite.
The blonde scoffed “Ech, what is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t pretend like that isn’t what your thinking about, you hit on everything that moves Emma, including my boyfriend…”
“Ahhahaha this… this is about David? I’m sorry Kelly, but it isn’t my fault that he isn’t into you or your flat ass!” Emma grinned and went back to packing her bag.
Kelly saw red, she ripped a heavy book from her bag and flipped through it, skimming down the page before finding what she needed. “You know Emma, not everyone can be a blessed as you, I don’t know how you can even contain that horse’s ass of yours in a pair of pants it’s so big.” The brunette started to mutter something quietly while Emma turned and spoke to her.
“Kelly, you really need to check yourself, if you can’t hold onto your man I can’t be blamed if he wants my huge….” She stopped talking, he attention drawn to her ass. It felt like it was… no it couldn’t be… was it… growing? She felt her pants get even tighter, the fabric of her jeans could barely contain her. In addition to the strange sensation of swelling, there was a small pain around her tailbone, and Kelly was chanting something like a freak. “What the hell are you doing Kelly.. *unnnnhhh* What are you… doing to me?”
Kelly grinned and continued to chant, watching with glee as Emma pants ripped into shreds, her voluptuous ass spilling out with a jiggle. Emma pulled down her panties before they got stuck on her, and as she got them to her ankles she felt something tickle her arm, it was her… “Tail?!?” She grabbed it and pulled, it yanked at the base of her spine above her ass and she tried not to yelp in pain. Her ass was still getting bigger, it really was starting to resemble a horse’s ass in size now. Instead of getting mad she started to laugh.
Kelly lost concentration, why the hell was Emma finding this funny? Emma stood up and took a step toward her, then turned and whacked her with her huge ass. Kelly wasn’t expecting that and was sent to the floor roughly, the book falling at Emma’s feet. Emma bent down and grabbed it, her gigantic ass only a foot from Kelly’s face. It was so big, Kelly was in awe of her own handiwork.
“You know Kel, if you thought everyone was trying to get on my ass before, wait til they get a eyeful of this!” She squished her ass into Kelly’s face and laughed as the brunette pushed her away spitting out hair’s from Emma’s horse tail. “Don’t fret about how marvelous my ass is, or how much nicer of a tail I’ve got than you could ever have, I’m sure I’ll find something in here that you will love to be turned into.”
“N-no… G-give me back my book!”
“Nah ah ah, not yet flat Kelly, after I get back from buying some new pants I’ve got some reading to do tonight, and a big comfy ass to sit on, so I think I’ll be keeping this for a while, and your boyfriend too. I don’t think he’s gonna be able to pass on this.” She admired her butt for a moment and walked over to her bag to grab her mercifully long coat, her massive ass swayed hypnotically and Kelly just sat on the floor watching it. Emma grinned, even Kelly couldn’t resist looking at it, this was going to be fun. She walked to the door and stopped, throwing a last glance to her dark haired rival before leaving “David always did have a thing for big butts…” She spanked her ass suggestively and left.
If you’re reading this, it’s because you have been cursed with a powerful, dark spell. The dark magic is going to transform you into a bimbo. This is who you’re going to be from now on. When someone sees you, they’ll instantly think bimbo.
Every individual is unique, so you’re going to select your five most dominant bimbo traits. But you won’t be choosing them. You will let fate decide. You will play the game as follows:
You have large breasts. They are so big that they are your defining feature. Men and women will look at your boobs.
Curse #2: Beautiful Blonde Hair
You have beautiful blonde hair. Soft, thick, & perfectly styled blonde curls that have just the right amount of bounce.
Curse #3: Makeup Expert
You will instantly know all of the best makeup techniques and styles. Your face will look absolutely gorgeous.
Curse #4: Soft, Pouty Lips
You have soft, thick, pouty lips. They feel like swollen pillows. Men and women fantasize about them kissing their bodies.
Curse #5: Hypnotized Doll
You are a weak, mindless little doll. You love hypnosis. You love being a slave. You’re a good little girl. Good girls obey.
Curse #6: High Heels Addict
You love wearing high heels, especially in public. Pumps, stilletos, ankle strap heels, platforms, high heel boots, and wedges are some of your favorites.
Curse #7: Heart-Shaped Booty
You will have a big butt. Your booty will look amazing in dresses, thongs, short skirts, and tight pants from behind.
Curse #8: Spoiled Princess / Trophy Wife
You are all about glam and luxury. You love expensive gifts, designer clothing, and jewelry. It’s exciting when you spend your sugar daddy’s $$$.
Curse #9: Positive Body Image
You love your body, whether it’s natural or enhanced, You are the best version of yourself and you don’t worry about the imperfections that you can’t control.
Curse #10: Sweet & Bubbly
Sweet, bubbly, relentlessly optimistic, playful,and slightly naive. People love being around you and protecting you.
Curse #11: Ditzy
You sound and act like a ditzy little doll. You make a fool of yourself whenever you try to be smart. Everyone knows you’re a fun, silly girl who can’t be taken seriously.
Curse #12: Party Girl
You love dancing, socializing & drinking. It’s so fun! You love having a good time! Who cares if you need to get up early tomorrow for work or college?
Curse #13: Fit & Healthy
You eat healthy and work out at the gym every day to keep your body in great shape. You’re a pretty gym bunny.
Curse #14: Kinky & Submissive
You are a kinky, submissive girl. You have so many naughty fantasies. Your favorites are spankings, body writing, ball gags, and roleplaying.
Curse #15: Tease
You are such a tease. You know how to make men hard and cum in their pants just by looking at you.
Curse #16: Bad Girl
You love tattoos, smoking, and body piercings
Curse #17: Slut
You’re such a slut. You love having passionate sex with fit, good looking men. You don’t care if they have a girlfriend or wife, you little slut.
Curse #18: Attention Whore
You need attention. You want people to think your sexy. You want them to look at your pretty face and big boobs.
Curse #19: Feminine Eye Candy
You look so feminine. You always look so good for your man, even if you’re going to the grocery store. That’s because you’re eye candy.
Curse #20: Naturally Beautiful Face
You have a beautiful face. You look so pretty. Your face is so naturally stunning that people think you’re a model.
You have been cursed with a powerful, dark spell. The dark magic is going to transform you into a bimbo.
Finally! No more pretending that i’m smart and capable.
3,6,15,16,18
1,6,10,13,5 :p seems pretty accurate for the most part, oh no! I’m cursed! O.O
So True! Most points apply to me, especially the loving attention part.
