The Bunny Agreement

I think that’s the end of Tim’s story. We’ll assume the happy family goes on to live happily ever after.

The Biddy Committee

“Martha! Eunice! Please! This is serious!” Abigail chided. “There are people in this very neighborhood practicing the occult!

"Oh goodness! How terrible, Abbie!” Eunice exclaimed, then burst into another round of giggles with Martha.

“You’re both being very childish,” Diane said, scowling. “Abigail is trying to let us know about a real threat to the community! Who knows what these satanists might be doing?”

“They could be sacrificing our pets to the Devil!” Pauline pointed out. “Has anyone seen my pussy recently?”

Martha and Eunice just giggled more at that, which Pauline found very insensitive.

“It’s more serious than your pussy, Pauline,” Abigail insisted. “I believe these young men may be altering the very fabric of reality with demonic power! They could be changing things around us and we wouldn’t even be aware of it!”

“We might even all be naked!” Martha volunteered, making Eunice snicker.

Abigail sighed in frustration.

“Stop being so childish about this, you silly cunts!” she said. “We’re all grown whores here, and you two are acting like teenaged bimbosluts!”

Diane gasped.

“Abigail!” she said. “Such language!”

“What do you mean, Diane?” Abigail said. “I speak frankly like any mature twat who takes herself seriously. If you want to be a silly trollop like these two, that’s your prerogative, I suppose, but I’ve sucked too many dicks in my day to start giggling about Pauline’s precious pussy!

"I love my pussy!” Pauline declared both hands at her crotch. “I love my pussy so much!”

“We all love your pussy, Pauline,” Abigail assured here. “And on a normal day I’m sure we could devote committee time to eating you out, but this group of young men with demonic powers in our neighborhood needs to take precedence over your twat, the bimbos gigglefest and Diane’s prudishness!”

“I’m sorry, Abigail,” Diane said. “I don’t know what got into me. You’d think I was a fucking virgin and not the most popular cum dumpster in town! Do you think this occult group might be using their powers to fuck with our heads?”

“I suppose it’s possible,” Abigail conceded. “Anything is possible where the occult is concerned.”

“Maybe they’ll give us big fake titties!” Eunice suggested.

“Don’t be stupid, Eunice,” Abigail chided. “We already HAVE big fake titties! We’re the Titty Committee, for fuck sake! Having big titties is the whole point of the club!”

“I love my big fake titties!” Pauline declared, grabbing jer big fake titties and squeezing her nipples.“

Eunice and Martha giggled and started knocking their titties together to create a boobular Newton’s Cradle.

"Oh fuck me in the ass with a cucumber! Will you stupid cunts focus!” Abigail demanded. “PLEASE remember why I called you all here! There are young men with demonically big dicks in our neighborhood practicing the occult and we need to figure out how we’re going to get them to fuck us! This is important, damnit!”

At last, they all quieted down, imagining what demonically-enhanced peckers might look like. Martha timidly raised her hand. Abigail sighed.

“Yes, Martha?” she asked.

“We could ask them,” Martha said. “We could ask them to fuck our brains out. We could say please.”

Abigail raised a perfectly-groomed eye brow.

“Fuck that!” Diane said. “We’re the Titty Committee! We don’t need to ask! We should march right over and demand they plow us in every hole!”

“Diane is right,” she said. “I mean, look at us! We’re hot as fuck! We don’t need to beg. Let’s just get dressed and go get us some cock! Even with occult powers, they can’t resist jugs like these! Meeting adjourned!”

End

“But what do you mean I haven’t always been a bimbo?  That’s just silly!”

“You’re a world-famous scientist, Dr. Moyer!  You’re the foremost expert in nanotechnology and biological engineering!”

“Noooooo! <<giggle>> That’s my boyfriend you’re thinking of!  My Blakey is super smart!  Not like me! <<giggle>> I just think about making myself pretty for my Blakey and how to make him and his cock happy!”

“Oh god, Dr. Moyer!  Blake is a lab tech!  He hasn’t even finished his bachelor’s degree!  He’s 30 years younger than you!”

“<giggle> I’m not good at math, but that doesn’t make sense! <<giggle>> Maybe they’re already working.”

“You’re not as young as you look!  The nanites have transformed your body AND messed with your brain! They’ve transformed you into…wait…what’s already working?”

“My Blakey’s nano-thingies! <<giggle>> This room is full of them!”

“But…but they have to be injected….”

“<<giggle>> Not any more!  I told you my Blakey was super smart! <<giggle>> You’ll understand better once you see his cock!”

“I…wait…I need to think…think…about…his cock?”

“YES!  You’ll just LOVE his cock! <<giggle>> But first you have to let the nano-thingies make you pretty for him!  You just lay down over there and I’ll let him know you’ll be pretty soon.”

“I…I’ll be pretty….pretty soon….oh…<giggle>…”

Model: Harmony Bliss

Paying It Forward

“OK, Carlos. Here are my panties,” Belinda replied, indulging his request yet again. “Though I can’t begin to imagine why a young man like yourself would want to see an old lady’s underwear.”

“Well, it’s not so much the underwear as your willingness to show them to me, Belinda” he said. “Why do you suppose you did that?”

Belinda giggled and shrugged.

“Because you asked me to,” she said.

“And that’s a very good reason to do things, right?”“ he pressed.

"Right!” she agreed.

She’d been worried there for a moment, but clearly Carlos was right. She’d been doing what he asked her to do for a while that afternoon and each time she had complied it felt like a better decision than the time before.

The first time, it had felt a little weird, she had to admit. The young man had come up to her in the grocery store and asked her to hand him a box of cereal. There wss no reason he couldn’t get it himself, but it was such a tiny thing, it seemed silly to argue about it.

And of course, once he had asked her to put it back and hand him a different box, she had done that too, since if she had handed him the first box, it would be odd to refuse him the second. And since she had put the first back, why not put the second back upside down, especially when he had asked so nicely.

And the tower he had asked her to build in the middle of the aisle just kind of followed naturally from there.

Carlos had asked her to think of him as a friend, and of course she did. She wouldn’t build a cereal box tower in a grocery store with a stranger, would she? And since she thought of him as a friend, she didn’t hesitate to tell him all about herself when he asked. And she was glad to buy him anything he wanted, which was how she had ended up with a cart full of booze, pudding and whipped topping.

And she was glad to store all the alcohol at her house, of course, since he was only 19 and couldn’t legally have it. Which was how she’d wound up showing him her panties in her living room.

“Belinda, could you get down on all fours and pretend you’re a dog for me, please? ” he asked. “I’d really appreciate it.”

“Oh sure!” she said, and gladly complied. “Ruff! Ruff!”

“Oh, and pull up your skirt so I can see your panties while you waggle your ass, please,” he said.

Of course she did. She had already shown him her panties. She had already acted like a dog. Why not do both?

“You are such a good little bitch, Belinda,” he praised.

“Ruff-Ruff!” she said, happy to be a good little bitch, wiggling her ass with joy.

Carlos pulled his dick out. Belinda blinked. She really wasn’t expecting this when she took him home with her.

“Please crawl over here and jerk me off, Belinda,” he asked.

She guessed if she was going to wiggle her ass at him and be his good little bitch, jerking him off was just a natural continuation of what she had already agreed to. And besides, he had asked so nicely. She crawled over and started gently tugging on his swollen member without hesitation.

“I want you to really enjoy this, Belinda,” he said. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Of course!” she said, delighted the way his erection be felt in her hands “It’s really fun!”

“You enjoy the way you can’t help doing everything I ask you to, don’t you?” he pressed.

“I do seem to, don’t I?” she said. “I was hesitant at first, but I don’t know why. Really, this is the best day ever!”

“It’s going to get even better, I promise,” he said. “Can you think of anything you wouldn’t do if I asked you to?”

Belinda didn’t hesitate.

“I’ll do anything I can for you, Carlos,” she pledged.

“That’s a very good attitude and a very good start,” he praised. “But you can do more, Belinda. Once you’re willing to do everything you can, it’s just one small step to start doing everything else as well.”

“Everything else?” she asked, confused.

“You’ll do the impossible for me, won’t you Belinda?” he asked. “Please?”

How could she possibly refuse when he asked so nicely?

“I will,” she agreed.

“Would you be younger for me, Belinda?” he asked. “Please get younger.”

Belinda had no idea how to do that. But after coming this far, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She concentrated and shed 20 years in 20 seconds. It was such a relief to have 40 year old knees in her current position, she couldn’t help but giggle. Not that she minded suffering to do what Carlos asked, but she had asked her to enjoy it, and this definitely made that easier!

“Oh, that’s very good, Belinda,” he praised. “But you can do more. Be younger, please, Early 20s.”

Belinda shed another 20 years even faster, her hair streaming down to how dhe had worn it in college. She’d do anything for Carlos, but she was so glad he had asked her to do this! She felt amazing!

“Oh, you make a very pretty 20 year old, Belinda,” he praised. “Please be naked so I can see what we’re working with.”

He hadn’t asked her to strip. He had just asked her to be naked. So Belinda just made her clothing disappear in her eagerness to comply.

“Nice!” he said. “But it would be nicer if your tits were bigger, don’t you think?”

“Yesl” she agreed, delighted at how young her voice sounded.

She grabbed hold of her boobs and focused on then growing. It felt so nice as ther began to swell beneath her palms.

“Bigger?” she asked hopefully.

“Bigger,” he nodded decisively.

Belinda dutifully complied, delighted to become what he wanted her to become.

After all, he had asked so nicely.

He asked her to stand and turn about and politely asked for other little chanes to her body, which she was, of course, delighted to make. And once she looked and felt the way he wanted her to look and feel, she felt much more confident returning her focus to his cock and doing what he asked to get him off.

After doing this in many different ways all over Belinda’s house, making creative use of the pudding and whipped topping she had bought for him what seemed a lifetime ago, they lazed on her bed, propped up on pillows, sipping wine while he casually fondled her.

He explained how he developed his powers to ask for things when he turned 18, just like many of the men in his ancestral line. But his family members always seemed to use their power for selfish reasons. Carlos had vowed to use his powers to make the world a better place.

“You’re so good!” she said, with the adoring respect he had asked her to feel for him.

“I’m glad you think so!” he said. “And you can make the world a better place too, Belinda.”

Belinda giggled.

“I don’t have powers the way you do,” she pointed out.

“No,” he conceded. “But doing what you’re asked is its own sort of power. I’m not asking you to do everything anyone asks you to do. I’m just asking you to remember how good it feels to comply when someone asks you nicely before you decide. Can you do that for me, please?”

“I can!” she promised. “I’m going to pay it forward!”

“I’ve got a delivery for Steve Dahl,” the bearded man who didn’t look like a courier said.

“I’m Steve Dahl,” he said suspiciously. “But I wasn’t expecting a package.”

“You didn’t order the Delux MILF Transformation?” he asked. “Huh. Maybe it was sent as a gift. Whatever.”

He pulled a long wooden stick from out of no where and pointed it at Steve.

“Now wait one damn minute!” Steve said as the man waved the stick at him and the air shimmered around him.

There was a ‘pop’ and Steve felt a flush of heat and then a chill.  Looking down, Steve saw most of his clothes were gone and he had a massive pair of tits.  He looked up in angry disbelief.

“What the hell did you just do to me?” he demanded, his voice coming out in a husky contralto.

“What the fuck?” he said, his hand going to his throat, his sudden pussy getting suddenly moist as alien sensations crashed throughout his transformed body.

He was angry at the courier.  Very angry.  But he was so cute, it was hard to stay angry.

“I’ll need you to sign right here, Ms. Dahl,” the courier said, holding out a tablet.

Steve reached out to take it, wanting to please this handsome young man, confused by how intensely horny he was for the courier, how hard it was to think over the yearnings of the hot notch in his crotch.

“MISTER!” Steve managed to groan out, pulling back his delicately manicured hands.  “Mr. Dahl!”

The courier looked skeptically up and down Steve’s transformed and trembling body.

“You really don’t look like a Mister, Stevie,” he said.

Stevie’s stomach flip flopped and the blood rushed in his ears.  Stevie!  How could he not react to this cute guy giving her a cute nickname? God that made his pussy just gush!

Stevie shook his head, trying to clear it.  He shouldn’t have a pussy!  He should have a cock!  He wanted a cock!  He needed a cock!  He needed a long, hard manly cock, he reminded himself.  His pussy needed a long, hard manly cock, thrusting and thrusting, filling and fulfilling all her needs!

Wait…no….what?

“You changed me,” Stevie accused the courier.

“Of course I did,” he said.  “I wouldn’t be much of a Transformative Wizard if I left clients and targets the same as I found them.”

“Can you… change me back?” Stevie asked.

Was that what Stevie wanted?  Did she want it more than she wanted the bearded young man to fuck her against the wall until she screamed?

“I can check,” the wizard said doubtfully and scrolled at his tablet.  “No, no returns, I’m afraid.  But there is an exchange policy!”

“An exchange policy?” Stevie asked.  “I…I don’t understand.  I’m sorry, I’m just having a hard time thinking.”

“Oh, that’s pretty standard, Stevie Doll,” he explained. “Now that you’re a woman, and a mature woman at that, all your sexual needs are pilling up.  You’ve got a very sensitive and thirsty pussy and you’ve never even touched it your entire life, let alone had someone else give it any attention. Decades of sexual frustration are hitting you all at once.”

“Oh God!” Stevie said.  “It’s overwhelming! What should I do?”

“Well, you could spend several weeks fucking anyone and everyone you can find,” he said.  “That’s what most MILFs I deliver this package to end up doing.”

Stevie moaned, picturing her self whoring about with everyone she knew and random strangers as her new pussy grew more and more insistent.

“But of course, whoever sent this to you allowed an exchange option,” he said.  “And it looks like the exchange is for a much younger woman, so the lust deficit wouldn’t be quite as intense.”

“Y…younger?” Stevie asked.

“Still legal,” the wizard clarified, checking his tablet. “You’d still be horny, but more manageably so, with the lust deficit being just what you would have accumulated from puberty to adulthood. Oh, and it looks like this particular exchange package comes with big, natural tits!  Everyone loves those!”

Stevie grabbed her new MILF titties and quivered.

“B.. bigger than these?” she asked.

“Yes, quite a bit bigger,” he confirmed.  “And remarkably perky, considering. That’s the advantage of being much younger.”

“Would…would you like me younger…and bigger?” she asked, really wanting him to like her.

He looked back to the tablet.

“It is a really nice package,” he said.  “Who wouldn’t want to be younger?  And it’s pretty rare to even get an exchange policy with these things.”

“So…you think I should take it?” Stevie asked, “I… it’s so hard to think…Can you decide for me?”

“I just need you to say yes, Stevie Doll,” he said.

“Yes.,.yes… whatever you want!” she agreed.

“OK, the big-titty bimbo package it is!  Oh, and it comes with low self-esteem and daddy issues!” said the wizard.

“Wait…what?” Stevie asked as the wizard waved his wand at her and the air shimmered around her.

“Wow, bimbo looks good on you, Stevie Doll!” the wizard exclaimed.

Stevie looked down at her younger body.   Her titties were bigger.  But were they big enough?

“Do you….do you really think I’m pretty?” she asked.

“Oh, pretty enough, I suppose,"  he said.  "Maybe not  'girl friend’ pretty but definitely 'pay extra for a lap dance’ pretty.”

Stevie bit her lower lip and quivered.  He thought she was pretty!

“I….I could give you a lap dance for free, if you want,” she said.

“That would be nice,” the wizard said.  “But the person who sent your gift wants a picture of you with a dick in your mouth to confirm delivery.”

“Oh!  Oh, I could do that!  I could do both!” she insisted.

“Well that’s very compliant of you, Stevie Doll!” he said,  undoing his pants. “I’ve always had a weakness for submissive girls who don’t mind sucking dick.”

“I don’t mind at all!” she assured him.  “I like it!”

She’d never done it before, but she was sure she would. Or at least she’d pretend to.  He wanted her to like it.  He’d like her if she liked it.

“Well, let’s take some pictures then!” he said.  “Just to make sure our mutual benefactor knows you took delivery. Your my last job of the day, so if you do a good job, who knows how the night might end?”

Beta Testing

<giggle> When Mary said she was dating a younger man, I thought she’d gone crazy. But now that I’ve met you, Sean, I don’t blame her at all!

Now you see why I’d do anything for him, Heidi? <giggle>

Oh yes, Mary!<giggle>

Well, I confess, I’m charming as fuck.

Oh goodness! Such language! <giggle> I totally get why Mary has gone mad for you, Sean, but what on earth do you see in my sister?

Mostly I see her as a guinea pig. You too, Heidi.

Oh you! <giggle> Wait…Huh?

Sean is a scientist, Heidi! He makes these tiny little machines that’ll fit inside a pill! I swapped them with your blood pressure meds yesterday.

Oh! Well that’s <giggle> That’s horrible, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I be mad?

Oh, you could never be mad at me, could you Heidi?

I could never be mad at you, Sean!

You’re very happy to be my guinea pig.

I’m very happy to be your guinea pig. <giggle>

Me too! Me too! <giggle>

Of course you both are! My little inventions are pumping you full of endorphins and hormones and suppressing your inhibitions, fear response and judgement. Isn’t that delightful?

It’s the best! <giggle> You’re so clever, Sean! Isn’t he the cleverest Heidi? Don’t you wish he was your boyfriend too?

I do…I do! Can you be my boyfriend, Sean?

Only if you’re a good guinea pig who does as she’s told. Can you do that for me Heidi?

I can! I can and I will! <giggle> I’ll do everything you tell me, Sean!

Me too! Me too! <giggle>

Great! So the first thing you two are going to do is let all your friends and family know you’re buying a condo in a retirement village in Belize…

SIX MONTHS LATER

Good Morning Sean! <giggle giggle> Good Morning Sean!

Good morning my beautiful beta test! How are the most adorable guinea pigs in the history of science?

HORNY!SO HORNY!!!

Really? After last night? Our perspective investors could barely walk back to their hotel after what you two vixens did to them.

We fucked them so hard! <giggle>

But you always fuck us the best, Sean!

So can you fuck us before doing more ‘speriments on us?

Well, I think the beta test is over. The investors are all on board after last night’s demonstration. We’re going to need to launch a full-scale operation! It’s going to be a lot of work. I don’t know if I’ll have the time or energy for more experimental work.

Oh, please Sean? You know we love being your guinea pigs!

Isn’t there anything you want to stick inside us? <giggle> Besides the usual thing?

Well… I did have a few more ideas…

Yay!Science!!!

Not My Dad

“You’re not my dad!” the young punk exclaimed.

God, could this get more cliche?

“I know I’m not your dad, Clive,” Reggie said. “I’m your STEP-dad. I’m not trying to replace your father. Really, you’re an adult. No reason we can’t just be acquaintances who care for your mother. Hell, you didn’t have to move in here when Angela did. It might be a great time in your life yo think about getting an apartment.”

The punk rolled his eyes.

“You could never replace my Father,” he said. “My Father is Lord Algortharoth, Baron of the Fifth Circle of Garon-Teliceth!”

Okay, less cliche, but decidedly more nutso. How had Angela managed to raise such a weirdo? From what she had told him, she barely knew Clive’s father. The kid was old enough to have outgrown normal fantasies about an absentee father, let alone this D&D shit!

“Well, if your father is a Baron, maybe you should move in with him,” Reggie said.

The young man laughed maniacally.

“I am not yet ready to enter My Father’s House,” he said. “First, I must master the power he has bestowed upon me this day!”

“Well, you clearly need to master something,” Reggie said.

But then Clive rolled his eyes back so only the blood-shot whites showed and he pointed a contorted hand at him and made ugly, gutteral sounds.

The world shimmered like some kind of heat mirage.

“Look, Clive,” Renata said. “I get it. You never expected your mom to end up with a woman. You don’t have to think of me as a step-mom, but you DO need to respect that I’m Angela’s partner now.”

“This is unacceptable!” the wierd young man said. “This is NOT what I wanted!”

Renata rolled her eyes. How had Angela raised such a spoiled brat?

“You can’t always get what you want, Clive,” she said.

“I can!” he insisted. “It’s my birthright!”

Clive rolled his eyes back so only the blood-shot whites showed and he pointed a contorted hand at her and made ugly, gutteral, insistent sounds.

There was a wooshing sound and a distant screeching.

“Look,” Reagan said. “I care for your mother deeply, Clive. Nothing is going to change that. But I have needs…hungers…that Angela can’t always fill.”

“So you cheat on her?” Clive demanded. “You’re not a Step-Mom! You’re a Step-Whore!”

He sounded angry, but Reagan couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were devouring her. And the way he had called her a whore wasn’t so much derogatory as hopeful.

“This could work out well for you, Clive,” Reagan said, stepping towards him. “I don’t have to be just A Step-Whore. I can be YOUR Step-Whore! I can be very, very good to you, Clive. And Angela doesn’t have to know about any of it! So everyone will be happy!”

“I dunno…” he ssid to her tits and she knew she had him.

“Let me see if I can help you understand what I’m offering,” Reagan said, sinking to her knees in front of him and undoing his pants. “You might enjoy having a Step-Whore!”

His engorged cock confirmed she was right about that. And Reagan started vigorously blowing him, on fire with lust. Angela was a hot piece of ass and Reagan cared about her, but there was something about a young man with a hard dick that Reagan just couldn’t resist. As Clive called her a whore and a slut and a bitch, she couldn’t deny it was true. But Angela didn’t need to know that. She was sure she could buy off Clive’s silence. As he pumped his hot sperm down her throat, she knew she had him just where she wanted him!

*So, Clive,“ she said, smirking with self-satisfaction. "Do we have a deal? I’m your sweet new Step-Mom when Angela is around and your Nympho Step-Whore when she’s not?”

“I… don’t think so…” he said, then smirked.

Reagan was shocked. How could he possibly resist her?

Clive rolled his eyes back so only the blood-shot whites showed and he pointed a contorted hand at her and made ugly, gutteral sounds.

The world dropped like an elevator who’s cable had snapped.

ReeRee giggled. Her step-brother was staring at her boobs again. She knew it was naughty, but ever since Mama Angela brought her home after she aged out of the orphanage, she couldn’t resist playing for Clive’s attention and wearing scandalously skimpy outfits.

“When will Mama Angela be home, Brother?” ReeRee asked.

“Not for a couple hours at least,” he said, licking his lips.

ReeRee giggled and moved her shoulders back and forth so her boobies swayed and jostled.

“Then can we go play in her big bed?” she asked.

“I don’t know, ReeRee,” he said. “You’re my Step-Sister.”

ReeRee pouted.

“I’m not your Step-Sister!” she said. “I’m your Step-Bimbo! Surely you can fuck your Step-Bimbo!”

Clive pulled on his chin, looking her up and down as if considering if he wanted to change anything about her.

“Yeah, this works,” he said.

ReeRee squealed and scampered off to her step-mother’s bedroom, her step-brother close behind, grabbing at her ass. She loved her new family!

Bonus Effect

model Charmamane Star

Negotiating the Rent

The Last Lesson

Looking back, Thomas’ mother wished she’d encouraged her son to get out more before he developed his transformation powers.

I do so enjoy nosy neighbors

BTPharma is a wholly owned subsidiary of BimboTech Incorporated.

Carolyn was surprised and suspicious to find Carlos on her door step.  The young man had lived just down the street since he was 12, but she’d never had anything to do with him or his family.

She was even more suspicious when she asked what he wanted and he told her he didn’t want anything. Why was a just out of high school kid doing knocking on her door if he didn’t want anything?

“Can’t a neighbor visit just to be neighborly, Mrs. Vickery?” He asked innocently. “Wouldn’t the world be a better place if neighbors just dropped by without ulterior motives, just to enjoy each other’s company and get to know each other better?”

Carolyn paused and shivered a little bit.  That would be nice, she had to admit.  It would make the world a better place.  Granted, a Hispanic kid less than half her age wasn’t her first thought of neighbors who should visit, but she couldn’t deny something about him visiting felt nice.  She invited him in.

Within a few minutes of showing him around her home, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s nice to know you can trust your neighbors, isn’t it Mrs. Vickery?” He observed. “Doesn’t it make the world a better place to know you live among friends?”

“It does!” She enthused. “It does make the world a better place! But please, call me Carolyn!  We’re friends!  Neighbors!”

“Why thank you, Carolyn!” He said. “That’s very kind!  You can take your clothes off now and show me your underwear.”

Carolyn froze.  That wasn’t right.  Was it?

“Excuse me?” She asked, suspecting she may have misunderstood.

“I mean, it’s your home,” he pointed out.  “It’s the place you should be most comfortable taking your clothes off.”

That was true, of course.  But something seemed wrong.

“Not in the living room!” She exclaimed, releived to have figured out what was wrong with the idea.  “I take my clothes off in the bedroom!”

“Oh!  That makes sense!” Carlos agreed to her delight.  “Well, if you want to take me to your bedroom and then show me your underwear, I think that’s just fine!  It’s a really good idea!”

“Why thank you, Carlos!” She said, smiling broadly, so proud that he was impressed with her idea. She led him to her bedroom, feeling better than she had in years!  It really was a great idea.

As soon as they got to her bedroom, Carolyn started to shed her clothes.  But when she saw how her young neighbor was grinning at her, her fingers faultered.  This wasn’t right. Was it?

“I…I don’t take my clothes off in front of neighbors,” she explained. “It’s embarrassing.”

“But it was your idea, Carolyn!” He reminded her.  “And there’s really no reason to be embarrassed.  Wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone was comfortable in their own skin? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we had nothing to hide from our neighbors?  If you could just take your clothes off and say ‘this is me!’?”

“That would be wonderful…” She agreed dreamily as her fingers returned to their task and she began humming contentedly to herself.

“This is me!” She proclaimed proudly as she displayed her lingerie-clad self to her young neighbor, feeling so comfortable in her own skin.

“Very nice, Carolyn!” Carlos praised. “Very nice!”

She giggled and thanked him.

“But it could be nicer, couldn’t it?” He asked.

“It could?” She asked, eager for any suggestion he might have.

“Well, now that you’re so clearly under my power, wouldn’t it be nicer if I made you younger?” He asked.

“I’m…under your power?” She asked, pleasantly confused.

“Yes.  When I turned 18, my herditary powers kicked in,” he explained.  “And I’ve decided to use them to make the world a better place.”

“That’s so kind of you, Carlos!” She exclaimed, filling with admiration and affection for her altruistic young neighbor.

“So now that all your resistance has melted away, Carolyn, would you like me to make you younger?” He asked.

Carolyn really didn’t know.

“Would you like to make me younger?” She asked, and when he grinned possessively at her, she knew her question was the right answer.

“I think the world would be a much nicer place if the neighborhood was full of young, horny women with big tits,” he said.

“I think so too!” She agreed. “I want to be a young, horny woman with big tits! I want you to MAKE me a young, horny woman with big tits!”

“That would make the world a much nicer place, wouldn’t it Carolyn?"he asked as she felt years melt away and her chest inflate. 

 She looked in the mirror and giggled.  She had never looked like this when she was younger.  But wouldn’t the world have been a much nicer place if she had?

"I think the world would be a much nicer place if you were to fuck my brains out now,” she said in the soft, silly voice she had now that the world was a much nicer place.

“That’s very neighborly of you, Carolyn,” he grinned.

When my wife Julie found the receipt for the cupcakes I ordered from BimboTech Incorporated on my phone, she up and left me. The next day, I had a dozen pink cupcakes at $30 a pop and no one to give them too. I put them in fridge and went off to a bar to drowned my sorrows.

I came home to find my mother in law on the couch, surrounded by cupcake papers and her clothing, stoned out of her mind. Julie had given her mother a key to our house but apparently hadn’t yet told her she had left. Wendy had a habit of coming over and raiding the fridge.

“Wendy, did you eat all the cupcakes?” I asked.

“Yeaaaaaaaa….” she confessed, then giggled.

There had been enough sodium ditzolin in those cupcakes to fuck up Julie’s entire book club. I had no idea how such a huge dose would affect a single person. I called BTI customer service.

The customer service agent gave me several options. The one that I liked the best would cost several thousands of dollars, though, and I just didn’t have it.

I think he heard my wistful sigh.

“Does your mother-in-law own a home or have a retirement account ?” he asked. “Our finance department specializes in liquidating our bimbofied clients’ assets.“

She did. They sent over a van.

They had to work on Wendy for a couple of days, but it turns out she could afford it.  I imagine Julie might come back soon and divorce my ass.  But Wendy says she’s glad to pay for a lawyer.  Or maybe we’ll just find a way to get her to BimboTech.