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It had been weeks since Chris had heard from his girlfriend, Emily. She had left for what was supposed to be a week in London over a month ago. At the beginning of the trip, she was texting Chris all the time. She’d send pictures and videos and he loved seeing the selfies of her all over the city. Then, after a few days, the messages stopped completely. Chris tried to reach her but his calls and texts went unanswered. His concern growing, he spoke to her family and felt a terrible feeling inside is stomach when they told him that they had also not heard anything from Emily. 

They called the authorities to file a missing person report. Days turned into weeks as, still, there was no news about Emily. After another month of nothing, Chris was beginning to lose hope and accept the fact that he’d never see his girlfriend again. He sat in his apartment, looking at the engagement ring he had planned to give to her when he picked her up from the airport, and fought back tears. 

Then, his phone vibrated. Chris used to rush to the phone anytime it went off, hoping to see a message from his girlfriend. Lately, however, his sense of urgency had faded and he half-heartedly picked up his phone. When he saw the number, his heart leapt. It was Emily.

She had sent a picture. Finally. Something after all this time. He opened the message and was stunned by what he saw. Chris was sure that the girl in the picture was Emily, but it didn’t look anything like the girl he left at the airport. His eyes were immediately drawn to her massive cleavage. Emily was never flat, but she certainly did not have boobs like this. But now, her gigantic breasts appeared to be popping out of her too small pink top. Even her bra seemed unable to contain them.

That wasn’t the only change he noticed. The girl’s eyes appeared larger and were covered by an excessive amount of makeup. They looked empty, as though the girl had no intelligent thoughts in her head. Her lips were bigger, and coated with a frosted pink gloss that made her look like a slutty nineteen year old. 

He read the message that came with the text. His eyes unable to believe what they were seeing.

“Hey babez, its me, Emily. But, like, me namez Emmy now, ‘right? I met this mad fine gurl and she sorted me out with her boys. It was right epic, and we did a bunch of BMBO and fucked like fuckin’ slags. I was so fuckin’ out of it that they chucked me in their van and brought me to their loft. They kept fuckin’ me right good and feeding me the B. I watched these hot spiral things and the, like, nastiest porn out there ‘cuz they wanted to be like that, right? So now, I’m, like, a real fuckin’ whore and I luv it! I ain’t coming back ever so don’t wait for me, ya know? Jonny says he’ll give ya a good rate if you’re ever down here tho, k? Luv yaz, Emmy!”

Chris tried to response to her, but Emmy never texted him back. He read the message over and over, trying to find a way to save her. Tears filled his eyes as he thought of the sweet girl he had lost forever. 

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Maybe it was wrong of me to buy my girlfriend lingerie for Valentine’s Day, but I just wanted to try and encourage her to be a little more adventurous in the bedroom. Besides, if there was any day to try it, this was the day, right?

I got her this sexy little red one-piece and wrapped it up in a cute box. We went out to a nice dinner and, afterwards, went back to my place. Admittedly, my present wasn’t as well received as I hoped it would be. She said that only sluts would wear something like this. After pleading my case for a bit, however, Samantha finally agreed to try it on for me. 

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and what I saw made my jaw hit the floor. My typically prudish girlfriend looked like something out of my wildest fantasies. Samantha’s thin, athletic body had taken on a stunning hourglass shape. Her ass had swelled into a perfectly round bubble butt that begged to be spanked. Her once small breasts had ballooned out; becoming big, bouncy tits. She was wearing sexy “fuck me” heels and, for the first time in our relationship, she actually had a noticeable amount of make-up on. 

I couldn’t believe my eyes as she strutted toward me; her smoldering bedroom eyes filled with lust. She kissed me, biting my lip softly, before she turned and led me to the bed.

“Ready to use me like the naughty little whore I am?” she purred. 

Kelsey and her friends were smoking outside the doors to the Arts Building at Garnet Hills University when Mr. Legion approached them, “Hey there, ladies, should you really be doing that here?”

“The fuck do you think you are?” One of them snapped. Kelsey was a blonde girl who might have been cute if she hadn’t been so trashy. Mr. Legion could tell that she was the ringleader of the group. Her two friends, Amber and Sammy, were nearly carbon copies of the rebellious blonde. Despite their natural beauty, their looks were ruined by their desire to be like Kelsey. They wore the same slutty outfits and, judging from their laughter, both seemed to get a kick out of Kelsey’s show of defiance.

Mr. Legion quickly decided that he wasn’t going to let this girl speak to him like this. Better yet, he wanted to make an example out of her. “Well, aren’t you a perfect lady,” he said, his words dripping in sarcasm. 

“Fuck off, loser,” Kelsey spat back at him, as her followers snickered behind her.

“You know, Kelsey,” Mr. Legion began speaking. The girl’s eyes growing wide with surprise as he said her name, “I was just thinking about how you girls should really be using your mouths for better things.” As he spoke to the girl, a devilish spark flashed in his eyes, "In fact, since you’re the little leader here, I wish that you would become a nice, thick dildo for your dumb pornstar friends here to suck on constantly.”

He laughed as Kelsey’s friends turned into a pair of cute, barely legal starlets. Their bitchy exteriors faded and were replaced with sweet, innocent girl-next-door looks that contrasted with their reputation as dirty cumsluts. Their realities shifted as, suddenly, they were now two of the most popular young pornstars on the internet. Men and women everywhere loved seeing the nubile lovers debase themselves in various naughty ways. 

Kelsey, meanwhile, cried out as her body stiffened and she shrank into a long, clear sex toy. The toy fell into a pile of clothes where the bitchy co-ed had been standing. Seemingly unaware that their friend had vanished, Amber picked the toy up from the pile of clothes the former ringleader had been wearing. Without hesitation, the two girls each put an end of their transformed friend into their mouths. Their eyes instantly becoming glassy and vacant as they sucked on the toy mindlessly.

Mr. Legion smiled, content with lesson he had taught them. “I believe you two need to get to work,” he said as he snapped his fingers, sending Amber and Sammy to their new bedroom, where the former troublemakers sucked their toy as hundreds of people watched them online.

Being omnipotent is not always what it’s cracked up to be. Having the power to simply speak something into reality gives you a certain amount of confidence that I just don’t think normal people understand. There is, however, a level of solitude that comes with it as well. When you realize that people are simply means to an end and that they can be manipulated and shaped into whatever you want, you don’t value personal connections as much.

Instead, I value my alone time. My walks help me focus; they give me a chance to escape the endless giggles and tittering of the random girl that I turned into a brainless bimbo the previous night. Sometimes, I restore them to their old selves and send them off to continue their life. Other times, when I’m feeling a little wicked, I decide that the world needs a new prostitute or stripper and ruin her previous life forever.

Tonight, I’m feeling pretty good as I stroll along the city’s boardwalk. My afternoon was filled by a real estate agent that I decided to turn into my personal maid. I left her to do my laundry and set out to clear my mind. The boardwalk was one of my favorite spots, and the people there sometimes proved quite inspirational.

“Really? You’re going to take *her* side?”

This particular comment caught my attention. I turned my head to see three 20-somethings standing a little to my left. If I had to guess, I’d assume they were college Juniors. The two girls were standing on either side of the guy, and both seemed rather unhappy with him.

“Shanna, come on, it’s not like that.” He attempted to reason with the angry blonde.

“No, no. It’s okay, Evan. I get it. You have a girlfriend now, so you’re gonna take her side on everything to get in her pants.” Shanna spat back, shooting a dirty look at the dark-haired girl across from her.

“Hey, that’s not fair. Shan, we’ve been friends our whole lives. You know I wouldn’t do that.” Evan said, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yeah,” the girlfriend jumped back into the discussion. “Don’t be so jealous, Shanna.”

“No one asked you, Angela. I’ve known Evan my whole life. In a year, you won’t even matter.” The long-time friend was relentless in her attack on Evan’s new girlfriend.

Angela’s eyes burned with anger. I could see that Shanna’s last comment really hurt her. She was an absolute babe; her sky blue eyes popped in contrast to her long, jet black hair. Her body was lean, and was highlighted by an amazing set of legs that seemed to go on for days. She was wearing a cute designer sundress, and clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance.

Shanna, on the other hand, was your typical girl next door. Her sun-kissed blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She had a small waist that, combined with her soft, modest curves, gave her an understated hourglass shape. Unlike Angela, Shanna wore a more casual top with leggings. Though she didn’t seem to be as committed to her appearance as Angela, her all-natural looks did nothing to conceal her own beauty.

“Angie, Shanna, that’s enough,” Evan pleaded. “This is getting ridiculous. I’m not taking anyone’s side.” He shook his head; his frustration with the two girls was visible on his face. For some reason, Shanna just seemed to hate Angela. And, despite his best efforts, it was clear that the girls were no closer to getting along.

“It’s not me. It’s her.” Angela pointed at Shanna, “I swear, it’s like she has a crush on you or something. I’ve tried to be nice to her.”

“Whatever. If this is how it’s going to be, I’m out of here.” Shanna threw her hands in the air and turned away from the couple.

I finally decided that poor Evan had suffered enough at the hands of these two. I approached the group as a plethora of ideas ran through my head.

“Hello there,” I greeted Evan and the girls, “my name is Mr. Legion. I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversation and, well, I think I can help.”

The three attractive young people looked at me, none quite sure what to make of my statement. Shanna was the first to say something.

“Ummm, hi.” I could hear the uncertainty in her voice, “How exactly do you think you can help? Are you like a psychiatrist or something?”

I smiled at her. “Something like that. Let’s just say I’m really good at helping people understand themselves. For example, Shanna, I know that you don’t actually want to leave right now, do you?”

Shanna took a moment to consider my question, “No… I guess I don’t.”

“Of course not. You’re far too attracted to Angela to actually leave her.”

“What? No…” Shanna took a step back as her head started to spin. “I… I mean… how did you….” She knew something wasn’t right about this. She looked at me, trying to understand what I had done to her.

“It’s okay, Shanna. There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to girls, you don’t need to feel embarrassed.”

“Shanna? What is he talking about?” Angela asked; she turned to me, “Who the hell are — ”

“Please do stop talking,” I interrupted her. She tried to speak but no words came out. Angela brought a hand to her throat, a look of panic on her face. “You may speak, but only when spoken to. Do you understand?”

Angela nodded sheepishly, “Yes.”

“Good.” I turned back to Shanna, “Anyways, sweetheart, how long have you had this crush on your best friend’s girlfriend?”

“Um, since they started dating.” She responded, but that wasn’t true, was it? Shanna didn’t know anymore. Romantic feelings began to take hold inside her; she did like Angela. That’s why it was so hard to be around her and Evan.

Evan looked at his best friend surprised, “Shanna? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, Evan. I think I’m in love with her.” She admitted to him. Evan was quite confused by this whole situation. But I had a plan for that.

“Don’t worry, Evan.” I assured him, “The feeling is mutual between them; isn’t that right, Angie?”

Angela, being spoken to, could finally respond. “No! I’m with… I… I love Shanna.” She felt it become true as soon as the words left her soft, glossy lips.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” I said, a mocking tone in my voice. “Well, girls, I think you should show Evan that you’re sorry for fighting and hiding your true feelings. Why don’t you two kiss and make up?”

Suddenly, the two girls turned toward each other. Shanna took a step toward Angela, as desire filled her. She took the raven-haired girl in her arms and kissed her deeply. Angela put her arms around her new lover and returned her kiss with one of her own. Within seconds, the former rivals were making out like they were all alone in the world. They broke the kiss and held each other close, happy to be together.

“Well, that’s much better than them fighting all the time, don’t you think?” I asked Evan.

The young man stood there, unable to believe his eyes. Finally, he spoke up, “Listen, man. I don’t know how you’re doing this. But they aren’t lesbians. At least, they weren’t.”

I laughed, “Well, of course not. What good would that be to you?” I asked him. “No, Evan, they’re not just lesbians. They’re whores.”

“What?!” Outrage poured from Evan’s voice, “You’re crazy! They’re not whores.”

“Sure, they are, just ask them.” I turned to the girls, “Ladies, tell Evan what you are.”

Evan’s former girlfriend pulled her eyes away from her new lover’s body for a moment, “Oh, we’re totally whores.” 

Then, as if on command, both girls began to change. Shanna’s natural blonde hair fell from its ponytail, becoming a straight, platinum blonde dye job that gave her a Barbie-esque look. Angela’s raven hair stretched down to ass and took on the appearance of cheap extensions. Fake eyelashes and a generous amount of makeup adorned each girl’s face as their lips became pink frosted pillows. Their outfits became matching hot pink dresses, both tight and shiny and leaving nothing to the imagination as their now-surgically enhanced bodies grew more perky and firm. Matching pairs of pink platform heels appeared on their feet. The girls instantly began to explore their changed partner. Moans and giggles escaped their swollen lips.

“Exactly.” I nodded, and acknowledged Evan, who was staring at the cheap whores in front of him. “I told you, Evan. Besides, they’re your personal whores. Look how badly they want to suck your cock.”

Evan shook the sudden collection of cobwebs from his head. He was being stupid; obviously, they were his whores. Angie and Shanna were both eyeing the bulge in his pants, desperate to get a taste. Evan undid his zipper and both sluts immediately fell to their knees, scrambling toward him. They began sucking and slurping him, worshiping his growing member with their mouths. Angie rose to her feet, bending at the waist to blow him while Shanna sucked on his balls below her.

Satisfied that I had solved their problem, I left the threesome to their new lives. As I walked away, I heard Evan groan as the two sluts brought him to orgasm. I turned quickly to see Angie and Shanna making out on their knees, cum covering their faces. I chuckled and continued on my way.

Maybe it was wrong of me to buy my girlfriend lingerie for Valentine’s Day, but I just wanted to try and encourage her to be a little more adventurous in the bedroom. Besides, if there was any day to try it, this was the day, right?

I got her this sexy little red one-piece and wrapped it up in a cute box. We went out to a nice dinner and, afterwards, went back to my place. Admittedly, my present wasn’t as well received as I hoped it would be. She said that only sluts would wear something like this. After pleading my case for a bit, however, Samantha finally agreed to try it on for me. 

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and what I saw made my jaw hit the floor. My typically prudish girlfriend looked like something out of my wildest fantasies. Samantha’s thin, athletic body had taken on a stunning hourglass shape. Her ass had swelled into a perfectly round bubble butt that begged to be spanked. Her once small breasts had ballooned out; becoming big, bouncy tits. She was wearing sexy “fuck me” heels and, for the first time in our relationship, she actually had a noticeable amount of make-up on. 

I couldn’t believe my eyes as she strutted toward me; her smoldering bedroom eyes filled with lust. She kissed me, biting my lip softly, before she turned and led me to the bed.

“Ready to use me like the naughty little whore I am?” she purred. 

“No, my titties totally need to be in the picture. Maddie needs to see how big they are!” Jana pushed her tits together and giggled. They had grown so much in the last day; she knew she had to show them off.

“Nuh uh! She totes needs to, like, see how blonde I am! Wait… what was I saying?” Ali saw herself on the camera, “Wow! I’m, like, soooo pretty now! It’s the bestest!” Her brain had been completely fried but she didn’t care about that. She was pretty. 

“Sorry, but I gotta be in the front, babes. Think she’ll like it if I flash my pussy?” Erika said, biting her lip as she thought about being used as her friend’s personal whore.

“Ugh, you’re such a slut, Rika! It’s my phone so I get to show off my boobies!” the busty brunette put her foot down.

“But, that’s like, super not fair,” Ali whined. 

Jana and Erika slid in front of Ali and posed. The dumb blonde behind them blinked in surprise before accepting her fate. She twirled one of her long, golden locks around her finger and giggled. 

“Say cheese!” Lana cheered.

*****

Madelyn checked her phone to find a selfie from her friends. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the picture. She stared at her phone, trying to understand what had happened to her friends. They looked like complete sluts. The thought sent a jolt of pleasure between her legs. The way in looked in those outfits. They were all so… hot. She could barely take her eyes from Lana’s boobs. Madelyn giggled as her hand slid down into her panties. She decided to send her own sexy selfie. 

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Trisha was very impressed when Stuart had his limousine pick her up for their date. She was accompanying him to a formal gala despite the fact they had only gone out a couple times so far. She was more than a little nervous about being “lady-like” enough to hang with his peers, but Stuart assured her that she’d be perfect.

The driver kept the partition up the entire time which Trisha found made the ride feel very lonely. At least there was a TV in the limo. She turned it on but the screen just kept flashing pink. She figured it was broken and tried to turn it off but the screen kept flashing.

Within a few minutes, Trisha found herself watching the screen intently. She convinced herself that she was seeing something within the flash. She watched closely; waiting for something to show up. Then, what appeared to be words flashed on the TV. Trisha wasn’t sure, but she thought it said Be Sexy. That didn’t make any sense; she assumed she was just mistaken. She continued to stare into the screen. The words flashed again. Be Sexy. She needed to know what they said.

Trisha looked down at the dress she had picked out. It was this cute little black number. It hugged her figure but still left a lot to the imagination. After all, she didn’t want Stuart’s friends to think she was some slut. Be Sexy. The words echoed through her mind. Trisha realized that dress wasn’t sexy enough for Stuart. She immediately removed the gown and refocused her attention to the screen.

The screen remained blank for what seemed like an eternity. Trisha stared; desperately waiting to see the flash again. She needed to see it. Be Slutty. There it was! She knew it would come back. In her excitement, however, she failed to notice the words. Be Slutty. Trisha felt her hands glide along her body. She was a good-looking girl and Stuart certainly wouldn’t complain if she embraced her sexuality a bit more. Her hand slid inside her panties. She was already so wet. Be Slutty. Trisha knew she needed to be sluttier for Stuart. Her fingers slid inside her. She would be a slut for him.

Another flash of pink. Be His. Her body already ached with arousal. She thought of Stuart. About how she would do anything to please him. The limo stopped and the door opened. Trisha couldn’t pull eyes away from the screen. Be His. The TV turned off. Trisha’s gaze shifted to the man standing outside the vehicle. She belonged to him.

“Hello, Master.” 

Jennifer Summers used to be one of the most powerful women in the world. The billionaire queen of corporate America, married to one of the most handsome men in Hollywood, and so beautiful she could stop traffic. Men wanted her and women wanted to be her. Life was good for Jennifer.

But then, with one little mistake, her world came crashing down. Jennifer attempted a takeover of a rival company; my company. I represented an up-and-comer in the business world and Jennifer felt a need to get rid of the competition before it ever really started. 

Unfortunately for her, one of the reasons that my company had found so much success so quickly was my ability to be quite… persuasive. When she demanded a one-on-one meeting, I happily accepted. 

The entire negotiation, I had Jennifer convinced that she was winning. In reality, she was negotiating the terms of her submission. I could see the confusion beginning to overtake her as we discussed further; her eloquent speech faded as she struggled to articulate words and her vocabulary disappeared. I could tell that the heat within her blouse was causing discomfort, and an overwhelming need to be naked was growing by the second. When the meeting finally ended, Jennifer Summers wasn’t even the same person anymore.

It wasn’t all bad for her though. Jenni-slut really enjoys her new life as my personal bitch. I keep her on a leash in my office, which is actually her old one, and she is always eager to suck and fuck me whenever she’s told to. Every now and then, though, I do see a momentary glance of defiance… as if the old Jennifer is still in there somewhere. That glance, however, is quickly beaten back with a rolled up newspaper and my cock in her mouth. 

Mmmm I wanna be a good little bimbo for you … can you train me to be a mindless little slut?? - @sexykittykate

@jennypoussin messaged me today, she’s a huge fan and wanted me to make a gif to inspire you hopeful silly sluts. Look at her, she’s the perfect bimbo role model. She’s so sexy and perfect, she is what you dream of becoming. Just stare and relax, soon enough you’ll be a silly bimbo pornstar just like her

I love face timing with my best obedient bimbo slave @d4ddysbadgrl, feel free to message her. You never know, you may potentially get to train her too if you play your cards right ;)

Be like @d4ddysbadgrl and listen to your audio files like good little bimbos. Just relax, listen, and stare. Don’t think, just obey. Obey me, let your inner self out, let that cock dumb little bimbo free

A new poster on a few bimbo values. This is the gorgeous Sophie Dee (with morphs) for those interested. @lover-of-bimbos