(Originally written for the December 2009: A Cyber Holiday Expo! contest on the MC Forum.)
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"I dunno, I'm kinda feeling sick tonight," Kendra said, grimacing as she stirred a still-full gin and tonic. Just a tiny twenty minutes and she was already growing weary of her friend Paul and his two bimbo pals. They were on their third pitcher of beer. They were singing along, horribly, to some Journey song.
Thankfully, they stopped when he hurriedly put down the rest of his mug in one gulp, then went to the bathroom. She just couldn't see what Paul saw in them. The blonde one nudged the Asian one flatly and obviously in the tit and leaned in irritatingly close to Kendra. "Oh, you poor, poor little thing," she meowed, "we have just the thing."
The Asian one (she was honestly too distracted by both of their chests when they were being introduced to remember their names, and too embarrassed to ask now) held out what looked like a grape children's vitamin, unmistakably in the shape of a cock-and-balls. Kendra just rolled her eyes. Of course. These floozies were from Cherub Cove.
She batted the tart-pill away. "I'm fine," she said, feeling an icy chill pulse through her. She took stock of her friend's clear lack of judgement, and began to feel very alone. Kendra had been back on campus for a whole two months now since her mother died and left her an orphan, and Paul was a new friend but a good one, she figured. Maybe she was being a touch irrational, but it felt like he was tearing down the friendship in one gaudy evening. "I'll be fine."
She took a couple sips of her drink and looked around. The townie bar was filled with all sorts of fratboys and grizzly old deadbeats. What few girls were there, without question or hesitation, were all total sluts. The blonde and the Asian texted on candy-colored, glittery flip phones. Sure. Why would they talk to me? Kendra wondered. The man's not around. Some night out.
To say she felt out of place would imply she had a true home out there somewhere, which wasn't the case. No, instead, she was flying rather blindly in her comfy jeans and sweater, since her friend had insisted that Big Pete's was just a casual local bar. For the guys, maybe so. She looked over at the from-another-mother bimbo twins. They wore matching black leather minis with outrageous hems and vinyl tube tops with strategically placed cuts. The blonde had a green one and the Asian had an orange one.
She sighed. These days, what with everything on the news especially, it seemed like more and more girls were going bimbo-mommy. It scared her some, but it would have scared her more if she wasn't already desensitized to it. The idea of Cherub Cove confoundingly becoming PC and almost normal had started with Hollywood actresses and worked its way down to even local politicians now.
Kendra looked at the clock. A half hour was getting to be much too much, and she didn't want to entertain the thought of another one. The blonde one rummaged around in her purse. She kept having to move her breasts out of the way to gain easier access. She pulled out an enormous, pitch black dildo. "You want to try one?" Kendra almost didn't so much as register what she thought she heard, and tried her best to ignore it. She chewed on her drink stirrer.
"It's so fun to vibe out in public!" The Asian one squealed, accepting an egg vibrator from the blonde one. She looked to the back corner of the room and seized up, shuddering with the first hums of the toy. She held her finger to her mouth and shushed Kendra. "Don't tell," she whispered. Paul ambled back to their table, doublefisting with two generous pitchers. He was singing along to some pop-country song. The dippy girls, now moving slowly with their ministrations, sang along sultrily.
Kendra nudged her glass a few inches forward. "Paul, I need to talk to you right now," she said, grabbing him by the wrist to the door, making sure to bring her pocketbook safely along. The blonde and the Asian giggled like chipmunks as behind Kendra and Paul's backs, they took an eyedropper filled with bubblegum-pink liquid and put two squirts in her gin and tonic.
The night was cool and lonely and there was a young, well-built couple voraciously making out on one of the time-worn picnic benches. Kendra could hear the chintzy tinkle of fake gold accessories clink together and briskly ushered Paul to the farthest bench from these hicks.
As she sat down, she disgustedly pondered how many.. people juices had soaked into the wood since earlier in the year when Cherub Cove had begun its national (and recently international) dominance. She thanked herself that she was wearing some tough blue jeans.
Paul looked at her with concern and bewilderment. She scoffed, having had enough. "What's with you?" he asked, half-annoyed. Kendra crossed her legs and huddled into herself. She looked at the moon, and melted its brilliance with a couple exhausted tears. Things were getting so hectic.
"What's with me?!" she demanded bitterly. "What's with me?! I don't know what you're trying to pull by bringing me here, but I want you to take me home." She stared at Paul defiantly. "Right fucking now." He sighed and rubbed at his chin.
"Listen, Kendra," he began to assure her plaintively, "I think you're overreacting just a tiny bit! I thought it would be nice for us to get out into the real world." Kendra shuddered at his abnormal superiority, but was willing to make a concession. As much as it freaked her out, she couldn't judge people on how they chose to live. That was one lesson her mother told her that she'd never forget. "Now I think you just need to come back in, drink a little bit more, have some fun and just relax for a--"
"Relax? Relax?! Don't tell me I need to relax, you douche!" she blurted, immediately regretting it and not meaning it in the slightest. Still, she had leverage to air her concerns. "You want me to relax with a huge fake dick in the middle of a bar like they do? I'm sorry, but I've been doing a whole lot of readjusting lately and I have to be conscious of what sort of people I devote my time to." She looked into her friend's eyes and they both eased up.
"I'm sorry too, but I've known both of them for forever and I understand your trepidation but --" He chuckled. "Wait a second, what's this about a huge fake dick?" Something about the way Paul said it gave Kendra a crystal clear image of the mighty thing. She shook her head like she had water in an ear but couldn't rid herself of the picture. It was so silly.
She zeroed in on his jawline. It seemed like he was getting more toned all over lately, or something. Good for him. Still, as lost as she was getting in his gorgeous eyes, that big black toy-cock kept invading. After a few seconds of zoning out on the funny image, she began to compartmentalize her thoughts and thought about something more tangible: Paul's own dick, hiding somewhere in those cute corduroys. In her fantasy-filled mind, she imagined it as big if not bigger than the dildo, and pounding the shit out of her on a four-post bed.
He caught her with her mouth ajar. "I said, what's this about... a huge fake dick? Why on earth would you mention a.. huge.. fake.. dick?" Kendra got goosebumps listening to his yummy repetitive voice. She squeezed her legs together and brushed her dark brown hair aside.
She felt so crazy to be one minute repulsed, and the next, dumbly intrigued. She could hear the young hot couple at the end of the patio, their kissing getting sloppier and louder. Then a neglected phone buzzing along the table, and a zipper being pulled. It was too far away to be Paul's and that made her almost sad for some reason. She shook her head again and playfully grabbed her friend by the arm.
"Fuck it, I haven't even really touched my drink yet," she said, smiling as she walked slowly arm in arm with him. It only took his two friends' approving and welcoming looks as they sat back down to remind her of what an awfully sweet guy Paul was, helping her out while she was in need and showing her a good time. At least he was trying.
The Asian one poked her on the shoulder and winked, glancing down at her own golden, meaty thighs for emphasis, to remind her of their little secret. Kendra didn't want to wink back but it came as a reflex when she realized she had just given up the girls outside. Her mind started to ease when she saw the blonde one gingerly move to sit on Paul's lap.
She took a healthy swig of her drink and resigned herself to a floaty, fun evening. It tasted so good and it warmed her so inexplicably. The strange tingle and its resulting sloshiness was one of the last things she clearly remembered from that night.
* * *
The next afternoon, Kendra awoke, hungover and muddled. She was horrified to see it was almost three. "What did I get into?" She groaned, surprised to hear her voice so hoarse and light. In the time it took her to realize she was wearing a strange, new tight fuchsia tank top, she smelled the scent of a dozen or so cigarettes on it. "Oh, Paul's gonna hear from me," she muttered under her breath.
Only when she pulled the comforter off did she see that she was wearing matching undies. As she thumbed the waistband, she realized her ass was bare. What the fuck! she thought, her mind racing as her pussy clenched. That's when she noticed how wet the underwear was, and that she was wearing a thong. She never wore thongs. It chewed at her crack and the feeling made her douse it with more dampness.
She stretched out, then, without much thought put into how novel and ridiculous it was, she fingered herself. She was far from a regular masturbator but it just felt logical somehow, to have a nice fingerfuck before seizing what was left of the day. As she sorted out the night's distant memories, she plunged her knuckles deeper and deeper, her need growing by the second.
The whole fractured recollection felt like a dream. Somehow, she had agreed to play dress-up with those bimbos, and somehow, they had convinced her, after a lot more gin and tonics of course, to slob the bartender's knob. Somehow, she didn't know how. All she knew was that she had done it. She considered how long or how many dicks she sucked, since her jaw was positively aching.
She tossed around in the bed now, trying to put the pieces together as she hungrily fingered herself. Her thong rode up again, only now it felt vaguely familiar from the night before. She remembered that after singing along to "Keep On Loving You", smiling wide along with those plastic girls and her cute friend Paul, some dude was brandishing a tattoo gun. No, Kendra thought, mortified. No. She took her hand out of her snatch and and ran it along her torso.
There, below her belly button, was a cross. A dull pain radiated from it. Kendra was freshly marked. She was mortified, and eventually gathered enough strength to stop jilling off. She paced around her bedroom, wondering what to do. As world-ending as the sight was, of her jeans strewn on the floor, splattered with dried cum, she could feel herself get turned on like a switch over it.
She had to call Paul. She thanked herself that she had resisted taking any "vitamins" from the girls, though. Until a flash of a memory clued her in that the banana flavor was better than the grape. Although she initially liked the grape better, the Asian one had convinced her of otherwise as she was stroking Kendra's cunt as she ate the banana one. She giggled, then groaned. Get with it!
She opened her phone and scrolled through numbers with one hand while she touched herself with the other. It took five scrolls of the list for her to slowly but surely recollect that he got a new phone and number not a week before.
She thought about how awesome his dick felt in her ass and how she had blabbed to the whole bar about it as it was happening. It took her more than twenty minutes of fingerbanging, but she was finally spent, rocking to an orgasm as she dealt with the night's events. She opened her laptop, intending to send Paul a Facebook message about what a meanie he was and what an awesome cock he had, but the site wouldn't load right for whatever reason.
* * *
In a completely pink and softly lit bedroom, the two bimbos giggled as Paul sent Kendra an invite. All they could do was wait. Which was all good for Paul, as he could eat as much pussy as he wanted in the meantime, maybe spraying some of his supercum somewhere.
"I can't believe this is, like, actually happening," the Asian one said, between massive slobbers on a better-than-average candy dick. It was big and it tasted like pure cane sugar. "It's so fuckin' nuts, my boo," she chirped. She ran a finger across her crack.
Paul's look switched from eager concentration to utter relaxation at being called that. He joined the nymphet and stuck a rough finger in her sticky folds. She moaned as he got up and whispered in her ear. "Did you just say you wanna.. suck my nuts?"
Without a nanosecond's hesitation, the bubbly, raven-haired girl distractedly bent down and took his whole stiff dick in her mouth, cradling his balls. She had quite the grip, but still let a girlish titter flow from her cock-stuffed lips. It sounded like some intersection of whimper and childlike hum. It was hard to believe she was a valedictorian at one point.
"Is Kendra gonna come out and play with us again?" The blonde one asked, obsessively double-clicking on the old desktop in the corner. Every three clicks or so, the screen turned a brighter, more aggressive shade of pink. The blonde bimbo's legs spread farther and farther each time that happened.
Between guttural moans at the wet, smacking oral servitude of the Asian one, Paul nodded. Kendra was so distracted by thinking pinkly that she didn't notice the insatiable, comically furious blowjob going down on the bed. Or, if she did, it was just another silly bedroom game that seemed so silly to her lately.
"Is she coming soon?" she asked, her eyes now locked on the computer screen. It was a liquid, inky neon pink. It looked like it was sweating. Without warning, a crystalline shimmer of flute and harp cooed its way through the speakers.
"Sure, my sweet, sweet sweatermeat," Paul said. His voice and all that silly computer business signaled a near-Pavlovian trigger in the blonde one. Her eyes rolled and went limp, and her arms locked and unhooked a big silver dildo from the wall. I'm happy I got suckered into that Cherub Cove "home remodel" deal, Paul thought.
"She'll be cumming soon," he said, in a deep, sing-song cadence. He lit a joint and tousled the Asian one's hair as much as he could. It was thick and straight and had to have had a bunch of product in it. Besides, all the better for it not to get in the way of her dick-smoking. "And so will you." He couldn't wait to get another shot at making it even thicker.
* * *
"No, no, no! I don't want to talk about.. tattoo-enhancing gum!" Kendra was freaking out. In the time it took to take a shower and play with herself just a little bit more, she could totally tell her hips got.. wider. And her waist, too, but it was her hips were turning her walk into something different.
And now to make everything more rushed and hectic, her high school friend Kristen was trying to distract her over the phone with bimbo stuff.
"So now, can we get back to talking about.. y'know.. doing stuff on a first date?" She rifled around her undie drawer for anything that would fit. Surprised to see it full of nothing but skimpy next-to-nothings, she passed over a thong that said 'Babybook.com' on it. Like hell I'd wear that one, she told herself.
Kendra luridly ambled to the bathroom in her g-string to finish putting makeup on. She didn't normally wear it, but then why did all the rouges and mauves and shiny lippy pretty things look so familiar? She stuck on a fake mole. It smelled like hot cocoa. "Hello?" She licked the beauty mark off. It was yummy, and left an identical, permanent one on her upper lip.
She got disconnected. The whole conversation had been weird anyway, Kendra realized as she flipped her sparkly pink phone shut. She seemed to remember it being small enough to fit into her handbag. Or was it her jeans pocket? No, no -- that would only make sense if she wore jeans without stitched-on pockets. From the looks of her room, it had been years. Get it together, she pleaded silently.
Suddenly, a house beat flew out of her handbag, and after a couple breakbeats you could hear a baby's wail over the kickdrum. It was her new text notification. She absentmindedly wondered which of the two bimbos changed it. She knew the chorus, though. It seemed to go back all the way to freshman year, when Big Bob O'Herlihy took her to the janitor's closet and --
Kendra shook her head. It was like her memories were being displaced, replenished with all these sexy things. "No, no, no!!!" she screamed, surprised at how much was left shaking and jiggling around when she stopped. She looked in the mirror. She looked great. After admiring her own golden, curly locks and belling boobs, she finally looked down to the text: "Get on Facebook chat :p"
She, reluctantly, did as she was told. She hummed that ringtone as she waited for the site to load. It loaded much quicker this time, oddly enough. Once in, she saw that Kristen had become a fan of that exact same song! "So cool and weird!" Kendra slurped.
She tossed her third Cherub Cream out in the wastebasket. They were so good and Facebook was loading, so she could care less if she remembered how they got there in her fridge. Kristen also left the music video of the song as her status update. When Kendra noticed this, she immediately clicked.
The screen flickered, as if a minor power surge coursed through it. Before she could think it weird, she found herself get more than a little amped when that soothing, playful beat kicked in. Tons of pairs of differently-shaped and colored boobs bounced in colorful, low-cut tops. The fact that they were all so big, though, that was bordering on hypnotic.
She found out fast that she knew each and every word to that stupid chorus. "I can be your bimbo, baby / I can be your bimbo mommy / You can touch my bimbo boobies / I can make your babies, baby." It was stupid but catchy somehow. She looked at the length of the video and yawned, copping a feel of her left titty, brain asleep.
It was more than nine minutes long. She had no idea there was a dance remix, but she loved it just the same and kept singing along, the verses getting shorter and tinier until it was just a chorus repeated for the last six minutes or so. Kendra lost count, too far gone in the sexy, seductively circular words.
She barely noticed her lithe hand snaking down to her pussy, so she definitely didn't notice the five IMs from Kristen. Especially not the one that said, "KENDRA I'M CUMING OVER."
By the end of the overlong, over-hot video, she took her fingers away and felt disgusted. Not disgusted, but bothered. Not bothered.. but turned on. Whatever it was, it didn't stop her from sticking them in her mouth and licking herself clean. She straightened her hair and turned her webcam on. She wasn't sure why.
A big, bothersome pink prompt darted onto more than half the screen. "Do you want to allow Babybook.com to connect with your cam, bimbo mami ;) ?" Kendra usually loathed these sorts of ads. She guessed it was some kind of spam from Cherub Cove. It was a silly website name.
She giggled, even though she wasn't really that amused. Her boobs shook. It looked as though she was finally going to make use of that C-cup drawer.
Which was just plain crazy. She had read about Cherub Cove and its.. womanly effects, but this was different. At this rate, they'd have ways to make a girl grow just by swallowing one pill. She gulped. It sure was scary, but it was also very, very hot for whatever reason.
She found herself zoning out at the winky face. She clicked yes, exhausted and lost in a fog. Like clockwork, the screen made an electric crackle but this time, it was like the screen got more.. relaxing. Definitely more pink, too.
Then suddenly, as if from a lightning strike, the screen went black and so did the entire room, right in broad daylight. At the very least, that's what it felt like, as Kendra nodded off to her mind getting soaked in heavy fuzzies. Before losing consciousness completely, it was like she was blinded by the color pink.
* * *
Before she could fully get why her room would be dark so early in the day, she unconsciously rubbed around her thighs, feeling fuzzy and sated and smooth. Kendra noticed and somehow recollected the candy-colored French tips as she did. She began to stuff her pussy with her manicured fingers. It was, like, just what she did lately, and stuff.
She licked her fingers clean, nearly fellating them. Both her lips and nails were coated in their bimbifying sheen, and it made the nerves in all that sexy stuff explode. Kristen quite literally busted into the room, flooding it with a foggy pink light from a.. shag carpeted hallway? The color was so pretty. She shucked off her fluffy duvet methodically in anticipation of some silly surprise.
Kendra's new (or was it since junior high or something?) best friend barrelled in, tits-first, with a pair of pink and purple shopping bags. She threw a pair of neon orange sunglasses onto a nightstand and made eyes at her new pet. "Oh, girl, let me help you out with that!" Krsten called, kicking off her wedge heels and successfully diving for Kendra's red, wet and pierced clit.
She reached in between her titties and proffered a new tube of Strawberry-Kiwi Swallow (an experimental flavor-tube of Cherub Cream half its size and twice its power), easing it into Kendra's mouth before she could protest. Instead of whimpering or gagging on it, she eased the slurry down her throat like the sucking-pro she was.
As soon as she wolfed down the whole of it, the new bimbo-in-training saw that her body was expanding again, this time rather obviously before her wide, moistening eyes. She openly wept with a blend of joy and intrigue. She shook her head in opposition because she felt she had to, even though she was deliriously creaming in her wispy panties.
As if reading Kendra's mind, Kristen pulled them down her legs with her teeth, pausing to tongue some weird Asian character tattooed just below her calf. She supposed she could wait until after this stiflingly hot steam-session to ask her mistress what it meant. All Kendra knew was that it only cost about two hundred bucks, and that her fiancee Paul had gleefully covered it.
She traced the thick, strong and slightly muscular curvature of her calves to her thighs, which seemed more and more that they could only house the biggest and respectively thickest of wangs. She felt positively distracted and hypnotized by the computer, by the very notion of cocks, by her best friend's masterful cunnilingus, and especially by her own cute-n-hot body's transformations.
She shook her head again as a reflex, but then Kristen did this thing with her tongue before ducking down and out of her snatch.
"What do you mean, don't you want to be a Cherub Cove centerfold? I thought I saw you on Babybook.com!" She teased her new pet's pussy. That chance visit to Cherub Cove really turned her on to a lot of great induction techniques. Kristen was turning out to be quite the operative, and she was sure she'd be able to make Kendra quite the baby slave.
"I didn't say I didn't wanna be a centerfold, Krissi! Don't go putting words in my --" Kristen raised her hand to her puffy pink mouth, startled at the low, dim and girlish coo wafting out of it. She ran her fingers along her lips, then licked them and ran her fingers along again, savoring the sweet undertones of Cherub ChokeCherry edible nail dip.
Something about how good it felt simply seemed too dangerous. "I just --" Kendra hesitated. "Tell me what I should get Paul for Christmas!" She petted Kristen's hair as her mistress kissed and prodded the girl's pussy with more intent.
Kristen soon sidled up and began nuzzling her new pet's copious funbags. She wiped Kendra's sweet sex juices off her lips, but still smacked with them when she could manage to slurp an answer out. "I think you're moving a little too fast," she said, now teasing her neck and shoulders with kisses.
"First, we have to find out what he likes. Now, you said he's been hanging out with a blonde bimbo and an Asian bimbo, right? Do you have any idea how demeaning that sounds?" She tickled Kendra and reached over to the side of the bed, opening up a cute little plastic laptop with a fetching, soft yellow gingham print on the shell. "How stupid and stuck-up you seem by not even catching their names?"
Kristen sat on her haunches, which allowed for a delicious view of her honey-colored, donut-like ass. Kendra's eyes slowly darted around the girly-pink room, playing dumb, living dumb. "I'm, like,so stupid!" she played along, reaching down Kristen's back and letting her fingers trail and dance their way past her rump to her needy, hot cunt.
Then they made out for a long time, before the screen flashed pink again. It seemed like everything was flashing pink. Kendra started to feel that familiar woozy feeling, and fell back into a bunch of silk-sleeved pillows. She could faintly hear her best friend / bimbo mistress comfort her. It sounded like she was saying "Give in."
* * *
"...you wanna accept Cherub Cove, St. Brittany, and Babybook.com into your heart and soul for God and country?" Kristen's voice sailed around Kendra's foggy, floating mind. How long had she been trancing out in all those pink bubbles?
"mmm-puh-PWAH--" Kendra tried to talk but her mouth was secreting a thick, hot pink bubblegum residue. She had trouble pulling it off, and couldn't decide where to put all the gunk. Luckily, Kristen ate it all from her hand. Even though it felt great to Kendra, she still hadn't heard what her mistress said. "What?" she giggled. It was what she did after asking most questions. Because she always felt soooo stupid.
"I said," said the expert alpha bimbo, picking her lover's gunk from her teeth, "Do you want to watch the movie Yuko made of you, your hubby and that bartender?" She tried in vain to wrap a giant sports bra around her wobbly udders. "She tagged you and everything."
Kendra beamed and nodded. It felt amazing to smile. Every time she smiled, she was reminded of how much she adored the Milfy Way and St. Brittany and all that her love bestowed on her. Not to mention how hopelessly addicted she was to brushing her teeth with Cherub Chew Boobpaste!
Of course she wanted to see the video! Yuko was one of Kendra and Kristen's oldest friends and biggest inspirations, and her girlfriend Barbie was a capable enough DP to capture that epic moment of DPing from a the other night at the bar, or.. when was that?
Kendra reasoned that she'd find out based on what thong she wore, so it was too bad that when the video streamed and started, the onscreen her was already mid-fuck and naked as the day St. Brittany's love had made her.
It was hot, and the sight of her being plugged from behind with her plastic doll mouth being fed with her husband Paul's dick was real sexy... and it all looked like some slutty pendulum and everything, but -- "I can't believe what a bitch I look like, Krissi!" she bemoaned. "Why didn't I grind down deeper on Timmy?"
Still, the rhythm of her own curveless, timid, and obnoxiously dark-haired image was making her mind drift so sweetly. She latched onto it like the perfect high it was and droned out on the sharp staccato of her well-fucked digital cries. There had to be more than a couple cameras, judging by the number of angles the artful porn kept cutting to. The "Ass Angle" was choice.
"Not Timmy -- Tommy," Kristen corrected, her voice sounding far away and cottony. "It's Tommy." Kendra tried to keep her eyes open and watch the screen as her mistress slyly inserted a big, veiny Banger-brand dildo into her saucy pussy. She tried to stay with it and concentrate. Finally, she locked on to the size and length of the bartender's cock as it went in and out of her from behind. It was so big and yummy-looking.
The fake dick buckled and spasmed inside her, almost mimicking or beat-reading the real one she was watching onscreen. "It's Tommy," she muttered in repetition, mouth thickening again, lips slowly letting the words escape. He looked like he was about to buck and explode.
She couldn't believe it. She was in her first real porn! Now, maybe Paul would finally give her what she'd been asking for for over a year, ever since they moved to Cherub Cove with her big sister Kristen: a baby. Sure, he had given one to Jenny and Jackie and a lot of other girls around town, even total whores like Lolo who already had like three already, but he had been keeping hers from her until she could "prove herself".
Kendra bit her lip. It looked like she didn't even have to wait for her man. In that dippy, drunken night she only quarter-remembered now (with the HD video capture abundantly making clearer), it seemed like she was already heavily pollinated. Huge strings of cum were soaking her pussy as the bartender's dick kept plunging in and out, and Paul's own member erupted in pools of white that were flooding down her chin and neck.
She looked up at Kristen in disbelief, smiling because it felt so good to do it. "That's right, lil sis," Kristen said pedantically. "You're the first suck-sex--" She swallowed and chewed and blew a big bubble. "Sorry-- successful double-penetration procreation video on Cherubcore.com!" She held up a white terrycloth bib with a yellow Babybook logo stitched on. "Aren't these great? Barbie designed them!"
* * *
Kendra had spent hours buying toys for herself, and for the last few minutes of her splurging, she absently charged some last-minute bits of lingerie in lace and satin.
Having never felt as girly or frilly or just plain selfish in her whole life, she vowed to start looking for presents for Paul. She shook her titties. Now, the only thing she needed to figure out was what Paul liked: pink or hot pink. She toggled her cup size, then immediately reconsidered. "I'm not going to be a 36D by the time these get here," she laughed.
She grabbed one from her chest of drawers, just assuming that she had guessed her size. Sure, she had stained it with milk immediately, and that felt pretty good, but it didn't make it fit any better.
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