BXBI 2

Tess talks her boyfriend Chris into trying out BXBI and temporarily turning into a bimbo himself. Explicit.

Chris and his girlfriend were in the middle of a trip to the mall, and she was bimboed out on BXBI.

It was both a dream come true, and a bit of a nightmare. Yeah, he'd always been into the whole bimbo thing, but being out in public with Tess like this... Were people staring at him, wondering how he'd ended up with a girl so hot her selfies looked fake? Or worse, could they guess that she was on BXBI? If someone figured that out—

"Hey, you're blushing," Tess said, spearing thin french fries with a plastic fork.

Chris laughed under his breath and sipped some soda to try to cool his cheeks. "No I'm not."

"You've been all bashful all day. Is it cause I'm hot now?" she asked with a wink.

Tess was hot. And she was having fun flaunting it, from her white, pink-trimmed tank top to the pink hair ties she'd picked out to hold her long pigtails in place. She'd never had a ton of fashion sense, but with a drug-enhanced body like hers, she could squeeze into almost anything and make it look hot.

Her shoulders shifted. Her tank top stretched a little wider around her defiantly fake tits.

Chris realized he wasn't looking at her face and sipped his soda again. "No. I'm just...we're in public. It's a little weird."

Tess spread her lips to take a big bite of her hot dog. A knot wriggled around Chris's stomach. No way she wasn't doing that on purpose. She brushed off her fingers with a napkin, then reached down into her purse. "You need to unwind," she said.

Chris looked down at the remains of his orange chicken. "Probably," he said. "This is just really new to me, you know, having it be real instead of..." Tess pulled something from her purse. He looked up. She had brought the bottle of BXBI pills with her.

"You should try one," she said.

Why was his mouth suddenly so dry? Chris swallowed."I mean, I don't know if they work on guys..."

"Maybe they won't." Tess cocked her head to the side. Her pigtails wagged behind her like a happy, two-tailed dog. "Maybe they'll make you into a super hunk. Or like, really femme. Or a total bimbo. Or it'll do nothing. It can't hurt to try!"

He chewed on the corner of his lip. "Technically, it could—"

"I know you've thought about this stuff before. It's in your porn and everything."

There wasn't a soda icy enough to cool his blush. "When you come down from this we have to have a talk about porn privacy," he said.

Tess gave him as sly a look as she could with her extra-thick eyelashes. The wide-eyed cuteness of her new look nearly overpowered her expression. "You should have a chance to live your fantasy too. And I'll be right here making sure you're safe and stuff."

The bottle was light in Chris's hands. A small box along the back read: 'not for male consumption'. The cap clacked as he wiggled it back and forth with his fingers. "You realize you're a bit of a ditz at the moment, right?"

Tess rolled her eyes and puffed out her chest. It was both dramatic and distracting. For a moment, Chris wanted to put his hand right on top of her cleavage, against her ribs, and feel the topology of her skin.

"Dumb Me is still way more responsible than Smart Chris," Tess said. Then, more soberly, "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you, I promise."

Chris twisted open the bottle and shook a pill into his palm. Half blue, half pink, with a purple band running around the middle of the capsule. It felt like any other pill.

He looked up at Tess. Behind the makeup and the cute pout, and the pigtails and fake breasts, and everything else the BXBI had brought out, he saw his girlfriend's eyes. A little more vacant than usual, but warm and familiar all the same. Trust me.

Chris tossed the pill onto his tongue. It went down with the last gulp of his soda. He imagined the sugary, carbonated feeling washing out over him, but of course, nothing happened at first.

"Oh man," he said. He leaned his cheek on his palm. He'd done it. "Oh man."

"It'll be cool!" Tess said, forking up some more french fries. "You just have to wait."

His heart was thumping hard. Heightened metabolic rates mean faster results. Was he starting to sweat? He was definitely sweating. Fluctuations in body temperature can be an initial sign.

"I should probably go to the bathroom," Chris said.

"Unless you want everyone to see." Tess stuck out her tongue.

The knot churned in his gut, whether it was anxiety or the pill starting to take effect. He stood up, pushed in his chair, and then paused.

"Um...which bathroom should I use?"

Tess tapped a finger to her plump lips. "Men's?" she offered.

Made sense. After all, maybe he wasn't turning into a girl. Chris zig-zagged through the tables toward the bathrooms. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to or not, whether the big ball of anxiety in his chest was eagerness or worry.

Really, it was equal parts both.

Once through the men's room door, he shuffled into a stall, thankful that no one was there. He tried to sit on the seat and collect his thoughts, but everything seemed like a symptom of the change. He was sweating. His pants felt tight. He wiggled his phone from his pocket to search for 'BXBI effects on males'.

The official website said that it was a drug designed for women and 'could cause unintended side effects in men'. In a bimbo-drug community forum, he found posts from guys who'd tried other drugs. Bim-Bips had left one guy nauseous. Another guy had taken B, passed out, and woke up only after the dose had worn out.

Chris paused. He lifted his right hand from the phone and splayed his fingers. They were thin. His palm was smaller than it should have been. His cuticles were neat and tidy, and his nails were smoothed to a polished shine.

Was it happening?

He stuffed his phone away and turned his left hand over. The creases faded from his skin before his eyes and his fingers shrank subtly.

He clenched his hands into fists. The shape was different. He spread his fingers again. Even the motion was strange. He shook out his hands and leaned back against one of the stall walls.

It was happening. It was really happening. He couldn't miss this.

With his arms stuck out in front of him, Chris watched the changes. He'd seen it happen a hundred times before in videos, and he'd seen it happen to Tess, but now he wasn't just spectating. When he shook his arms, little eddies of hair follicles drifted to the floor. When he clenched his fists, he could feel his muscle fibers gently unwinding.

A sun-drenched warmth hit his fingers. He tipped his hands up to see what was happening. A beachside tan faded down the backs of his palms. The deepening color swam across his forearms and up toward his shoulders, pulled along by the bright, warm feeling. It was like a week of sunbathing in liquid form. The pale complexion of days spent at the office melted into warmer cream, then into a sun-kissed tan. The last time he'd looked that tan, it was at the end of a week-long family vacation to Monterey.

Except that now, his skin was also teflon-smooth. He slid his delicate fingers along his arms. His bare skin was sensitive. A small shiver ran through him. He chewed on his lip and took a shaky breath. His erection leaned against the front of his pants.

Was he already that worked up? He'd never been so excited about the little details before. The videos he'd watched were all breasts and ass and lips, but now just the feeling of his fingers gliding along his skin could turn him on. His knees felt weak, and the change had only moved as far as his arms.

The tan slid around his shoulders, then fell like a splash of light over his chest. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it onto the hook behind the door. His nipples swelled and darkened. The rich tan trickled across his pectorals.

A feeling of pressure welled up between his chest and his ribs. His teeth clenched and he arched his back forward. The weight spread across his chest, and grew heavier moment by moment. His nipples rose outward, capping the modest swells of his growing breasts.

Gingerly, he rested his hands against the underside of his chest. The new sensations of smooth skin, warm breasts, and tender nipples were driving away his anxiety. The pressure inside his growing breasts pushed back against his spread fingers. His back curled again and he sucked in a sharp breath. His chest swelled outward again, like a force surging up from his core and filling out his figure.

Chris gave his breasts an experimental squeeze. They were sensitive, warm, and soft. Beneath the tan, his skin had reddened from the way it was pulled taut.

His tan still spread downward, but now it rose as well, sliding up his neck. For a moment, his throat tickled. He coughed, then gasped, then whispered, "Wow." The sound of his own voice was strange, high and sweet and buzzing in his ears. "Mmmy voice," he said, a little louder. Higher still, and unmistakably feminine. He stroked his neck. His skin was warm and his Adam's apple was gone.

Chris had to lean over his breasts to see his stomach sliding inward. The weight around his waist vanished, as if it had never been there at all. It left him with a slim, though not entirely flat, tanned belly.

With one hand, he ran his fingers along his jaw. With the other, he rubbed his stomach. Beneath his fingers, the bones of his face shifted. His chin smoothed down and his jaw dwindled, softening the outline of his face. There was a bit of muscle tone still beneath the curve of his belly, like a dancer's body.

Oh, and he had a full-on erection now.

Every little detail was exciting, from the soft sway of his breasts as he moved, to the new flexibility of his back, to the way he could tighten his stomach and feel the flex under his fingers. His cock tented his underwear. He bit his lip and pressed back against the stall wall. His hips jerked and his erection throbbed. His eyelids fluttered.

With one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his hand into his boxers. His fingers felt unfamiliar wrapped around his cock. The newness squeezed a groan from the back of his throat.

He licked his lips. They were softer and plusher, and squeezed together when he tried to purse them. He ran his tongue along his lips, pulled them into his mouth, and let them slip back out with a wet pop. They warmed at the slightest touch, so he carefully lifted a finger to his lips. His fingertip traced along his pouty lips, then slipped between them. His cock pulsed against his other hand. A muffled moan came from his nose and he bumped the back of his head against the wall. Fuck. That shouldn't have felt so good.

Tugging his hand away from his face, he shoved his boxers down around his thighs. His cock sprung forward, free and stiff, and he started to stroke it in earnest. The thought of someone coming in and hearing him made him blush, but he couldn't stop.

The warmth of his tan washed over his face. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it, and the changes that came along with it: a slimmer nose, thicker eyelashes, shifting cheekbones and vanishing stubble.

The heat rushed down his thighs and legs too, widening his hips and pulling at his calves and pressing him up onto his tiptoes. His pants clung to his legs, half-off but hanging on resolutely. His thicker ass pushed him out further from the wall.

A queasy tingle rolled around in Chris's stomach. He couldn't tell what it might be until his cock pulsed, the tingle tightened, and he felt the shaft shrink between his fingers.

"Oh god," he gasped in a young woman's voice.

He let his eyes roll back into his head and kept pumping. With each stroke came another swirling tingle, dwindling his cock and pulling his balls back into his body. The smaller his cock shrunk, the more tender it grew, and the more sensitive the shrinking mound between his legs became. His pubic hair had vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but smooth, tan skin.

His hair bounced around his shoulders and tickled the tops of his breasts. As he leaned forward, it fell down, black, thick and glossy, over his face.

There wasn't much left to stroke, but he awkwardly brushed and pushed and rubbed at his retreating cock and the developing folds beneath it. Both were red and flushed, and nearly buzzed when he touched them, but he couldn't stop. The more he pushed, the deeper he could slide his fingers into his pussy. He could barely even touch his cock, now just a clit, swollen so tender he could feel it ringing in his ears.

He had to finish. Clipped groans squeezed between his lips. His toes were curled, his knees bent, and his free hand clutching at the wall behind him. Stars popped in front of his eyes and he was shivering, because the sweat flecking his skin made him cold, cold against the heat rising between his legs.

Chris screamed. It was unmistakably feminine. She sunk to the floor, her legs spread awkwardly open and trembling. Her fingers were damp, and for a few moments, she just stared at them, glistening wetly in the fluorescent light.

She tore off a piece of toilet paper to dab her fingers dry, then balled it up and threw it into the toilet.

Chris was a girl now. She let that sink in on its own for a little while, before confronting the next concern: how was she going to fit herself into her clothes now?

Her boxers hugged her ass like yoga pants. Her jeans creaked like they might split open as she pulled them up. Through wriggling and squirming, she managed to get the waistband around her ass and zip up the fly about halfway. Her shirt was loose enough that she could pull it back down, but it hung baggy off her shoulders, and did nothing to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Chris opened the stall door. She peeked out one way, then the other, then shuffled in her too-large shoes up to the sink. She needed to see herself.

In the mirror was a young brunette with black hair running down to her chest. She flicked a lock of her new hair between her fingers, then brushed it back behind her ears. It had volume and curl, but relented easily to Chris's amateur attempts to style it.

With her hair pushed back away from her face, she examined her face in the mirror. She had small, cute cheeks and a slim nose. Her lips were eye-catching, naturally soft, and fell into a pout without having to try. She lifted a hand to her chin, and turned her head from side to side to see the thickness of her lips and the sheen of her dark hair.

Chris pulled her shirt straight and thrust out her chest, staring into the mirror and squinting as if her bra size might appear across the front of her breasts. She made a couple stabs at guessing how big she might be, but she was hopelessly out of her league. Her bust seemed bigger than average, at least, but still plausibly natural.

Numbers couldn't tell her how it felt to have boobs, though. They pressed together beneath her shirt, and when she walked, they shifted with her steps, and when she moved her arms forward they'd bump against her chest and send a shiver down her spine. Her breasts were always slightly in the way.

Carefully, she slipped her hands under her shirt and cupped her fingers around her breasts. The gentle push of their natural weight was pleasant.

She leaned forward to look at the rest of her body: a slim waist that could have belonged to a cheerleader and a plump ass threatening to swing free of her jeans if she dared to take too risky a step. That was all she could see, but it was more than enough to thrill her. Curious, she peeked under her shirt, looking for tan lines. There were none. Either her bimbo-self went tanning nude, or her new complexion was all-natural.

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Tess was nursing a milkshake when Chris came out of the bathroom, trying to her jeans up and her shirt down with both hands. Tess's face lit up in a bimbo-bright smile. "Look at you!" she squeaked. "You're hot all over. Like, beach babe hot."

Tess threw herself into a hug. Chris squeaked and blushed. She wasn't expecting Tess's arms around her, or the tight squeeze, or the pinch on her butt that made her yelp again. When she let go, Tess was grinning.

"Thanks," Chris said. She looked over Tess's shoulder and saw a group of teenagers nearby watching them while trying to look like they weren't. Ugh, the knot in her stomach was back again

"You're not as hot as me," Tess said, "but congrats, you're a girl now!"

"I don't even feel like I'm a girl," Chris said, holding her arms out. "I mean, my body feels different, but I don't feel any different from usual."

Tess pressed a finger to her lower lip lightly and sucked on the fingertip for a moment. "Maybe that's what it does to guys. It's only got so much change-y power, so like, girls become bimbos and guys become girls."

That was as good an explanation as any, Chris supposed. She fiddled with the collar of her too-big shirt, trying to get it to sit comfortably on her shoulder. People would probably think she was wearing her boyfriend's shirt.

Huh, boyfriends. Chris vaguely wondered what it was like to have one. She'd never been bi as a guy, though, and as far as she knew, she still liked girls.

Tess took a step back and looked Chris over, eyeing her outfit. "Hey! We should go and get you some girl clothes to go with your girl look. In case you like it so much you wanna do it again," she said.

Tess grabbed Chris's wrist and started to tug her along. Chris hadn't thought about it, but since she was smaller and lighter now, Tess could pull her around if she wanted. He had a nervous-excited feeling, like he was on a roller coaster and couldn't get off. But he liked it.

---

While Tess surveyed the shoe section, Chris held back and studied her girlfriend up and down, evaluating her fashion choices. White tank top with pink trim, white leggings with pink legwarmers, and baby-blue heels that matched her earrings and bracelets. It was flashy, but it fit Tess's cute ditz aesthetic.

"Chris?" Tess asked, cocking her head so her pigtails swept sideways.

Chris cleared her throat and blinked and focused on Tess's face again. "Sorry, I was—"

Tess slipped her arms around Chris. Since Chris was shorter now, and Tess was in heels, her chest pressed against Chris's shoulders. She felt so warm that Chris didn't want her to let go.

"I wanna make sure you're okay with getting all dressed up," Tess said.

"I'm fine," Chris said. But it made her feel guilty to say that, like she was holding back, so she added, "I just feel self-conscious. What if people stare?"

Tess smiled. "That's kinda the point, isn't it? Make them stare!"

Chris looked away and tugged the sleeves of her old shirt over her hands. "I guess," she said.

Without warning, Tess leaned in and kissed Chris. Her lip gloss was sweet and the gentle pressure made Chris's heart flutter. For a few seconds, she leaned back into the kiss. Then, blushing, she pulled back.

"Tess! What if people see?" Chris whispered, sinking into her shirt like a safety blanket.

Tess rolled her eyes. "You have got to relax. Here, let's start with your shoes. Maybe something in pink, to make your tan really pop?" She wandered down the aisle, occasionally pausing to pick up a pair of heels and turn them over in her hands.

Chris trailed behind, looking at two-inch closed-toe black heels and strappy silver gladiator sandals and six-inch leopard-print stilettos. She swallowed dryly and fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt. She felt guilty just looking at these, as if dressing up sexy would somehow compromise her integrity.

The shoes that made her most nervous were thin-soled stilettos, about four inches tall at the heel. Criss-crossing strips of shiny gold faux-leather wove their way up to ankle height. They were almost intimidating. Look at us, they said. Look at how hot we make this girl look. She's out of your league.

A nudge on Chris's shoulder made her blink and shake her head. Tess was back, a pink box held under her arm and a sly grin on her lips. "You like those, don't you?" Tess gestured at the gladiator heels Chris had been staring at.

"Um," Chris said.

The next thing Chris knew, she was plopped down onto a cushioned bench, with Tess kneeling down in front of her. Tess made short work of Chris's sneakers and socks, then dragged one of the boxes of golden heels off of the shelf and flipped it open. Chris slouched back against the shelves, trying to hide her head.

The straps clung snugly to her feet without squeezing them. The heels arched her feet and curled her toes. When Tess had finished and Chris could put her feet down, it felt like she was sitting with her knees pulled into her chest.

"Okay!" Tess stood, then stepped back to give Chris a better look at her legs. She turned and paced back and forth deliberately in front of the bench. "So walking in heels isn't too hard. The thing that messes me up the most is I don't pick my foot up enough and I scrape the heel on the floor." After a few more laps in front of Chris, she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. "Now you try!"

Chris bobbled a little with her first step. A few paces in, she was feeling good, but as she turned, her weight slipped off the center of the heel and she nearly fell into a shelf of black pumps. Tess was at her side, helping her back up. With more swing in her hips, she tried again. Her hands swung through the air, held up like she was trying to wade through water.

Tess stifled a giggle. "You don't have to mince that much."

The heels looked good. They felt like they looked good. They weren't entirely comfortable, but it felt like sustaining a ballet pose. Elegant, even if it took effort. Chris smiled, before her self-consciousness fell back down around her.

"Great!" Tess said. She tossed Chris's old shoes in the empty shoebox and hooked her arm around her shoulder. "Now you need some underwear, so we'll have to figure out what size you are."

Tess tugged Chris along to the lingerie section, then vanished off somewhere to find a clerk with some measuring tape. Left to her own devices, Chris began to wander around the racks, looking at the lacy bras and packs of panties with a new perspective. Her better judgement told her that something black and plain would work best.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the thongs. Didn't hurt to take a look, she thought. And there were plain black thongs, if she didn't want to go totally wild. Maybe not as comfy as plain panties, but she...

Chris imagined herself bending over, letting the straps of her thong creep up above her waistband. And she imagined walking with a catwalk-strut, thong clinging to her hips above her low-slung jeans. And people looking. People staring.

A shiver brought Chris out of her reverie. Her thighs were pressed together and she was holding onto one of the racks.

"Hey, Chris!" Tess called out, bobbing back towards her. A young woman wearing a nametag and a polo shirt followed in tow. "She'll take your measurements," she said. The woman did her best to smile politely through Tess's too-friendly side hug.

"Cool," Chris said. She snagged the black thong off the rack and passed it quietly to Tess, who made a soft 'ooo' as she took it.

The woman pulled a roll of tape from her pocket and spread it between her arms. "Stand straight, please," she said.

While the clerk looped her tape around Chris's torso, Chris tried her best to look away. The tug as she pulled the tape tight reminded her just how much she'd shrunk. Then the clerk loosened the tape and slid it up around Chris's chest. Damn it, she was blushing again. She bit her lip and looked up at the lights above.

"You're a thirty-two double-D. You'll find them on the racks there, with the pink tags. Anything else I can help you with?" the woman asked.

"Nope, thanks!" Tess said.

The two of them shuffled through the racks briefly, looking at skintone bras, lacy bras, bras in white and pink and red. A low-cut black bra made the final cut, one Tess picked out to match Chris's thong.

"Here, make sure these fit before we go get other stuff." Tess held out the underwear. Chris took both pieces and headed off to the changing rooms nearby, with Tess bobbing along behind him.

"You don't have to come in with me," Chris said.

"Aw." Tess mock-pouted. "Let me know if you have trouble with the bra. I'll wait outside."

Chris closed the door behind her. Inside, there was a full-length mirror opposite a small bench. She took a big breath, then grabbed her shirt and started to strip down. She set her heels aside, wiggled out of her jeans, and then looked into the mirror. Seeing a different body in her reflection was still strange. It felt more like she was staring into another changing room, like it wasn't her in the mirror.

Her black hair flowed over her shoulders and stood out dark against her tan. Her breasts had a natural weight to them, but still stood proud on her chest. The small flex of her abs as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other was enticing. And she had more ass than she'd honestly expected to get.

Enough time spent staring at herself. She grabbed the thong from the bench and slipped it up around her waist. The straps settled down around her hips while she smoothed them out, then glanced back up in the mirror. She struck a small pose: one arm behind her head, hair brushed over her shoulder, shooting a sultry pout at the mirror. She held the pose for a few moments—she had pictures of girls like this saved to her computer at home. What would happen if she posted a picture of herself online somewhere?

Chris snickered and smiled, and dropped her arms to her sides. All right, the thong looked fine, now for the bra. She slipped it over her shoulders and reached behind her back to close the clasp. For a moment, it seemed to fit.

Then her chest began to ache, and the cups squeezed inward against her breasts. Chris grit her teeth and pushed her chest forward and hissed, "Ah, stupid bra." She grasped at the straps of her bra, pushing and pulling, tugging on the cups, trying to relieve the tightness.

It got worse. Now her skin stretched outward against her bra. A pressure inside of her chest was pushing, spreading, tingling. It forced its way in between her tissues and began to grow.

"Oh, crap," Chris mouthed. Her fingers scrabbled for the clasp. Leaning to one side, she screwed up her face and pinched the band tighter across her tits. Then, with a heavy gasp, she sprung the bra free. She pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Leaning back, she tried to compensate for the new weight in front of her.

"Aagh," she gasped. With nothing to hold onto, she plopped down onto the bench and held on with both hands. Her back curled. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. Each rise pulled the skin across her breasts a little tighter. There was a pair of masses, thick and swelling, sitting inside of her chest. She didn't need to feel how firm they were or see how they were pushing her breasts rounder and faker to know what was happening.

Mesosilicogenesis. She could still hear Tess's voice in her head, saying it when she first changed.

Chris bit her lip and slipped two fingers under her thong. Her fingertips grazed along her folds and traced over her clit. The warmth between her legs grew with the warmth in her chest. Her knees cocked open wider.

A thought flicked through her mind. Leaning to the side, the silicone weight in her tits leaned too. She shoved her free hand into her pants pocket and pulled out her phone. She turned the camera toward the mirror and started her camera running. She could have her own BXBI video.

Nngh.

Her eyes tipped back. Her fingers pressed into her pussy. She did her best to keep her other hand steady. Her breasts pressed together in the middle; they leaned together as they spread outward. Maybe she could feel the silicone swirling in her chest, or maybe that was just her imagination. Her hips jumped slightly.

Nnh.

Chris had a death grip on her camera. Licking her lips, she wondered if they might be thicker. Or whether her hair was longer, or just in the way. She curled her toes and pushed her legs open wider.

Oh god.

She was fingering herself in a changing room. What if other people could hear? What if someone else saw this video? Would they think it was sexy? What if she posted it online? Would people get off to it? Would they get off to her?

Oh my god.

With each heartbeat, her chest tingled. Her silicone-enhanced tits hung in front of her, spread wide and capped with tender nipples. Her jaw hung open. Her fingers pumped back and forth, exploring her swollen folds. It only took a few more pushes, and then she came. Her toenails dug into the carpet and she pushed her head against the wall. Her fingers were slick, the front of her panties damp.

Her free hand still floated in front of the mirror, holding up her phone. With a trembling thumb, she hit the stop button. Then she melted onto the bench.

A knock came from the door. "You okay in there?" Tess asked.

Chris felt so warm, she thought she might drift off to sleep. Instead, she swallowed and said, "I need a different bra."

"What kind?" came Tess's voice from under the door.

Lifting her head, Chris splayed her fingers around the rounded swell of one of her newly fake tits. She tried to do a bit of mental math, but the edges of her brain were soft and full of static and didn't let her think clearly. So she guessed. "Uh...like, two cup sizes up?"

While Tess fetched a new bra, Chris caught her breath and tried to cool down. She picked her phone up and opened the gallery. The thumbnail of the video stared back at her: her own reflection with her hand buried between her legs. She almost deleted it right then. But...Tess might like to see. Chris was absolutely not going to post it anywhere, though.

She shivered.

A minute later, the click of Tess's heels returned, and she slipped a matching bra in a bigger size underneath the door. 32G, the label said. Great. At least this time, as she slipped the bra on and fastened it in back, there was no growth spurt. Chris couldn't handle a bustline much bigger than what she had already.

"All right, looks like it fits," Chris said, thumbing the straps to get them even.

"Great!" Tess said. "Get your clothes back on and we can pick out the rest of your wardrobe!"

The underwear could stay, Chris figured. Plus, uh...she'd already gotten the thong a bit wet, and felt uneasy about putting it back on the hanger.

"You think I can wear these out?" she asked, as she wiggled her way back into her jeans.

"Yeah, we'll just let the cashier scan the tags," Tess said.

The shirt was trouble now, too, since it wasn't meant for breasts, and definitely not for the sort of boobs Chris was dealing with now, but she sort-of-kind-of made it work by tying the shirt off below her chest, like it was a fashion statement.

"Okay, ready!" Chris came out of the dressing room, back on her heels, and feeling less self-conscious about them. Now that she had fingering herself to orgasm in a dressing room to be embarrassed about, the shoes felt like small fry.

"Woah, your tits got fake too!" Tess said. Her eyes were fixed on Chris's chest.

Chris squeaked, "Oh my god, you can't just say that." Her voice sounded like tinkling crystal. She covered her mouth with her hand and her eyes widened.

Tess broke out into a fit of snickering. "You sound cute now!"

Chris pouted. "It's not that funny...right?"

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Tess pulled her along toward the women's department. "No, you're right, you sound like a super professional barbie doll. Like Big Business Barbie."

"I think it's getting into my brains now," Chris said, trailing along. She tried her best to match Tess's pace in her new heels.

Tess gave her girlfriend an encouraging smile. "Don't worry! It's not weird or anything, it's just kinda like you feel high and everything gets brighter and you don't think so much."

Chris chewed on her lip and tried to come up with some math problems to solve. Thirty percent off a sale price of fifteen dollars, what was that? It was...you times it by three and then move the point...

"Anyway! Time for clothes. You could do skirts or leggings or stockings or jeans..."

The selections on display around them jumped out at Chris and begged to be bought. But she didn't know if she could pull off a pink miniskirt or yoga pants with 'BOOTY' across the back. "Hmm. I think skirts would be kinda...tricky to keep down if I'm still learning heels, you know?" she said. Also makes it easier for people to get upskirts, she thought. She fought back a shudder.

"Good point. Let's look at leggings then," Tess said, leading the way.

Chris paced around the racks of leggings, tugging at each pair that caught his eye, then moving on to the next. Purple leopard print was wild but...maybe a little too wild. Pink seemed to be more Tess's style than her own. A shimmer caught her eye and she pulled off the rack a pair of black wet look leggings. Their glossy sheen made them look almost like leather pants.

"What do you think, too dark?" Chris asked, holding them up to her waist.

"Not with one of these," Tess said. From a rotating display of belts, she lifted a string of faux-golden hoops off a hook and brought them over to Chris. Holding them up against her waist, she nodded authoritatively.

"Ooh, nice. Works with the shoes," Chris said. She folded the leggings over her arm and draped the belt on top of it.

As Chris followed Tess through the aisles toward the tops, she caught out of the corner of her eye someone turning to look at her. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw a young man about her age staring decidedly below her waist. Then he noticed she was looking, and his eyes snapped up to her face.

So people were staring.

A pressing heat rose up inside of her, threatening to make her blush. But instead, she grasped Tess's hand and threw a confident smirk over her shoulder. In your dreams.

The fact that a guy had been into her and it hadn't even bothered her didn't click until a few moments later.

"Hey, Tess, do you feel like...more into girls now?" Chris asked.

Tess gave Chris's hand a squeeze. "I'm definitely into you. But in general, kinda yeah? I feel more open to stuff, y'know."

"Cool. Cause I uh, think I like guys too now," Chris said.

Tess smiled. "Now I can talk about cute guys with you!"

"Hey." Chris pouted playfully.

"I know this one guy who's cute but he gets super shy when I tease him about all the weird stuff he likes," Tess said.

Chris said, "He sounds sweet. You should ask him out."

"Mm, maybe." Tess tapped her chin. "But right now, you need some better clothes to wear."

With an armful of tops Tess picked out, Chris slipped into one of the nearby changing rooms. This time, she wasn't going to finger herself in here. Pinky swear.

Her hair spilled down around her as she pulled off her shirt. She shimmied her pants down her legs, and took a moment to stretch and make eye contact with the girl in the mirror again. Each time it was a little less surprising to see her new body looking back.

Chris slipped her legs into the leggings and rolled them up her legs. They clung easily to her calves and thighs, stretched around her ass, and sat snugly on her waist. She shifted her legs back and forth, to feel her fabric-clad thighs brush together. The light above her gleamed off of them, making them sparkle as she moved.

With the leggings taken care of, she started trying on the tops. First was a zip-up track top with 'Princess' written in gold glitter across the front. She toyed with the hood a little, stuck her hands in the pockets, and pouted, but it didn't seem to suit her. She tossed it aside, then zipped up a leather tank top around her chest and did a few flexes in the mirror. Maybe if she wanted to join a gang, otherwise no. She added it to the discard pile, along with a tube top that heaved her tits up a little too high and a torn-up tee shirt with a band she'd never heard of on the front.

Then she found the one that worked. Shimmering metallic-gold fabric, made into a tank top and printed with leopard spots. She tugged it over her head, stretching the hem down and letting it bounce back up to hug her chest. It showed just enough cleavage to end short of her bra, and as she turned, it glistened in the light. It was going to make people stare.

A humid feeling stirred between her legs. She bit her lip and balled her hands into fists. She wasn't going to finger herself again. But her breaths were hot and from her waist down, her body was thrumming with energy. Her knees bent and she nearly fell, but caught herself against the mirror. With her hot cheek pressed against the cold glass, she stared into her own reflection.

Her hips were thickening. They came in surges, rising up through her calves and swelling out into her thighs. Her thong cupped her crotch; her leggings stretched to accommodate. Her ass went from cute to perky, from perky to rounded. From her hips to her ass was an unbroken curve.

A jolt shot up from between her legs, up her spine, and right into her head. Her ears rang and she gasped for air. Chris pushed herself back up to her feet. Her mound pressed against her leggings, threatening to form a cameltoe. Huffing, she adjusted her thong. "Fuck, I'm horny," she whispered under her breath. No matter how she adjusted her clothes, the aching feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't going away.

That didn't mean she had to give in, though.

Chris clipped the gold hoops around her waist and let them hang off her hips. Between her shoes and belt and tank top, she had a golden look going on, and she liked it. It made her look like she deserved to get VIP treatment at the club.

Not that Chris went to clubs much (and by that, she meant at all), but maybe it was time for her and Tess to start.

Just think of all those people watching them dance.

When Chris opened the door, she was still panting softly. "How do I look?" she asked, flipping a lock of hair out of her face and putting her hands on her hips.

"You grew again!" Tess said. Her arms slipped around Chris's waist. "You look super hot. Watch out, I'm gonna get jealous," she said, then pressed her lips against Chris's Instead of tearing away, Chris leaned in. Her head cocked to the side and her tongue parted Tess's plump lips. Tess felt so warm and firm and perky that Chris didn't want to let go.

But when they did, Tess was smiling and her blue eyes were sparkling. "Let's check out so we can hit the salon!" she said, grabbing Chris's hand.

---

Chris clicked along confidently in her heels, holding a shopping bag with all her old clothes in it. A black purse bumped along against her hip, holding her wallet and cell phone, since her leggings didn't have pockets.

"So I wanted to ask," Chris said, "Have you gotten, like...new fetishes or anything?"

Tess turned and gave her a cutely vapid blink. "What, cause of the BXBI?"

"Yeah."

Tess pouted her lips in thought. "Mm...nah. I don't think it gives you stuff you don't already have. It just pulls down the walls in your mind that keeps you from liking it. So like normally, I think pink is way too girly to wear, but that's cause I'm self-conscious about it. But right now I don't care any more."

"Oh," Chris said. She was quiet for a few moments, then added, "I taped myself in the dressing room."

When Tess looked up, Chris had already got her phone out and was pulling up the video. She hit play and passed it into Tess's hands. They stopped walking, while Tess watched with raised eyebrows and Chris tried not to listen to her own squeaky gasps.

"I, um, was kind of thinking of, maybe putting it online," Chris said.

"Oh yeah?" Tess asked, passing the phone back.

"It...might be hot if people watched me," she said. It was weird. She felt weird saying it. Tess was probably going to say it was weird and that was fine. As long as it was off her chest.

But Tess smiled. "Might be cool! But you should wait till you're sober to decide if you're gonna post it."

Chris blushed and stuffed her phone back into her purse. "Oh. Uh, yeah, probably."

"I didn't know you liked that exhibition stuff," Tess said.

"Me neither."

---

While Tess talked to the receptionist at the salon, Chris split off to sit down in the waiting area. Just out of curiosity, she snagged one of the fashion magazines off the table and flipped it open. Once she started reading, she was rapt. Her brain felt like it had been starved for any sort of fashion knowledge. As she read, she was sucking it up like a sponge.

The whole while, there was a little tickle in the back of her head. The more she picked up about how to look good, the more her boring normal knowledge slipped back into her subconscious. But even though she was sinking deeper into bimbo brains, it wasn't like she felt stupid. More that she felt distracted. All the smart stuff was in her head somewhere, but a sugary white noise was filling up her thoughts like a pleasant high. Her train of thought kept switching and she couldn't focus on anything long enough to think seriously about it.

Tess plopped down into the seat next to Chris's in a poof of blonde pigtails. "All right! Got you signed up for the same thing I got. Styling, makeup, and nails." Tess wiggled her short, pink-painted nails at Chris. "So how are you feeling?"

"I still really wanna fuck but I think I'm getting better at dealing with my big titties." Chris's eyes widened. "Oh my god. I didn't mean to say that."

"Someone's getting trashy." Tess gave Chris a push on the shoulder.

"I'm still cute though, right?"

"The cutest little skank."

Chris felt like she shouldn't feel as proud of that as she did.

Before too long, a stylist called for Chris, so she put down the magazine and got up onto her heels. Tess gave her a smile and a thumbs-up.

Walking required a lot of concentration, between her new center of gravity and being balanced up on her toes and stiletto heels. Each step sent a little bounce reverberating through her in time with the click of her heels. And then with her hips swinging from side to side, she felt if she walked to close to anything she'd end up hip-checking it. So she walked with smaller, careful steps.

Chris settled down into a chair next to a redhead whose nametag read 'Erica'. With a genial smile, she tossed a black smock over Chris's shoulders. Even that couldn't quite conceal the size of Chris's chest.

"Hi, I'm Erica," the stylist said. She slipped her fingers through Chris's hair and pulled it behind her shoulders. "So, what kind of look are you going for?" she asked.

Chris's tongue darted across her lips. They felt puffy and taut, like they were dry. Or...were they getting another growth spurt too? She rolled her lips between her teeth and chewed on them lightly, then let them go with a pop.

"Something thick and long sounds good," she said. "And keep the curls."

The headrest cradled Chris's head as she leaned back and tried to stay calm. But she could feel the mass slowly pumping into her lips, pushing them out thicker and plumper. The BXBI was hard at work in her body again, and it meant the tight heat between her legs was getting worse.

Under the cover of the smock, Chris tried to adjust her thong, but even a casual brush of her hand made her curl up her toes and squirm slightly. Erica gently repositioned Chris's head.

There was the light clacking of scissors from behind her. "Your hair's so smooth, I'm jealous. I get frizz all the time," Erica said.

"I got it from my mom's side, she's Italian," Chris said.

Beneath the smock, Chris's fingers dragged between her legs, on top of her leggings. Horny thoughts buzzed inside her brain. Her plump lips swelled outward again, smooth and rounded from the sheer volume pumped into them. Her tongue darted between them. She did her best to stifle a squeaky moan.

After the trimming came heaters and curlers, and then heavy brushing, and then the stinging smell of hairspray drifting over her shoulders.

Chris pursed her lips and closed her eyes and tried to calm down. To keep herself under control, she wedged her fingers underneath her thighs, so she couldn't grope herself again, even accidentally. Don't fuck in public, she told herself. Even if it would be super hot.

"How's this?" Erica asked as she tugged off the smock. The chair tipped Chris back up, bringing her face to face with her reflection. The thick mane of black curls spilled over her shoulders. She sunk her fingers through her locks and tossed some in front of her chest. The tips tickled along the tops of her breasts and framed her cleavage in lustrous black.

"It'th," Chris lisped, then tried again, "It's great."

Her lips were unmistakably thicker. The arc of her upper lip had smoothed out, puffing the natural shape up into something rounder and tighter and faker. Her lower lip matched the upper's thickness perfectly, as if carefully calibrated to look even. Without trying to pout, they fell naturally into a small O.

"Now, for your makeup, you look like an autumn to me," Erica said, while she stowed her hairstyling tools in a rolling set of drawers. "Anything you want in specific?"

"I wanna stay away from pink, cause my girlfriend's got that covered. And I think going kinda dark with it would be hot?"

Erica slid open the cosmetics drawer. "I think I've got just the stuff."

While Erica worked, Chris watched. It felt kind of the same as reading the fashion magazine: her brain was hungry to know how to look prettier. It studied each little brushstroke as Erica worked on Chris's face.

The lip gloss was a sparkling, coppery brown with a wet sheen to it that only made her lips look even more plump and swollen. The blush dusted across her cheeks was a lighter golden shade to play off of Chris's tan. Erica got in close to trace out thick lines with her eyeliner pencil, curling up at the corners of her eyes. Then with a dusky eyeshadow, she blended along her eyelids, until the white of Chris's eyes popped bright against the dark makeup. A few gentle strokes of mascara brought out her lashes.

Erica held out a hand mirror in front of Chris's face. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Oh my god, I would so fuck me," Chris said. Ugh, her new vocabulary would take some getting used to.

Luckily, Erica laughed it off. She dragged over a stool and took a seat beside Chris, laying out her hand on one of the armrests. "All right, let's take care of your nails."

She worked quickly, trimming and filing and smoothing her nails down into a short, tidy manicure. Once they were trimmed, she painted them with a tidy coat of metallic nail polish, leaving each nail with a small golden sheen.

While Erica worked, she chatted with Chris about which styles of makeup were best for her, and how she should be brushing her hair in the morning, and which conditioner would give her hair that silky look. It was like popcorn for Chris's brain, and by the time she was all done, she felt like she could tackle her hair and makeup all on her own.

"Thanks so much," Chris said. She planted her heels on the ground and carefully swung herself out of the chair. Her hand rested on top of her chest; she was learning to hold her tits back to make sure she didn't smack them into anything. "I'll be sure to come back next time!"

Tess was waiting for Chris when she came out, and her grin only grew when she spotted the new inflated pout Chris was sporting.

"Love your hair! And geez, did your lips get stung by a whole hive of bees or what?"

Chris folded her arms underneath her breasts. "They're not even as big as your stupid lips."

Tess narrowed her eyes. "Cocksuckers."

"DSL's."

Tess snickered, then looped her arm around Chris's back and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

---

Side-by-side, Tess and Chris wandered out into the mall. As they passed, they drew stares and longing looks. Each pair of eyes that followed Chris stoked the fire in her core. People wanted her. If she wasn't in public, she would already have had her hand down her panties. Maybe she shouldn't let that stop her.

Tess's voice dragged her from her horny fantasies. "So how's being a bimbo treating you?" she asked. "Still feeling shy?"

Chris shook her head. Her black curls danced around her cheeks and shoulders. "I feel great. It's like I don't have to feel guilty about liking this."

"I know, right? I can be as girly as I want. And you can be as trashy as you want."

Chris grabbed Tess by the hips and pulled her in close. As close as their silicone-sphere tits would let them get, at least. Chris's fingertips sunk into her asscheek, while her other hand slipped under Tess's top. "Watch out, barbie," Chris said. "I've got it on good authority that you're a horny little bitch."

Tess's fingers slid along the curve of Chris's leggings, tracing her ass and thighs. "We could do this on weekends. Pop some BXBI, go out...maybe even go to the beach!"

Their tight embrace was drawing extra attention. Chris's better judgement told her to take it easy, but her sex drive told her to play it up. "We could do porn," Chris said. "Get a couple porn star names and a nice camera..."

Tess's giggle rippled against Chris. "Take it easy," she said.

"No," Chris said. She pressed her waist against Tess's and leaned closer. "I'm so fucking horny right now."

Tess didn't get a chance to say anything. Chris's lips were on hers. Her hands were tugging at her panties, lifting the back of her tank top, holding the two of them together. Tess wriggled. Her hands balled into fists. A little moan slipped from her throat.

The pink-trimmed tank top was nearly off of Tess's chest by the time she managed to squeeze away from Chris. Her skin was hot, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.

Tess took her hand. "Not here. Come on."

---

Chris was the first into the women's bathroom. Tess followed at her heels, pushing the door shut and flipping the latch.

With every deep breath, the silicone-plumped curve of Chris's breasts rose into her tank top. Her lips were parted wide, glistening and inviting.

"Sorry," Tess said, brushing back her pigtails and pulling her tank top straight. "The public stuff's just...too much for me."

Chris swallowed and nodded. "It's fine. Shouldn't have pushed you."

"I feel bad for stopping, though," she said. As she walked forward, she slipped her purse off her shoulder and dropped it against the wall. "I should make that up to you."

Tess had closed the distance between her and Chris. Her hot breath was on Chris's neck. Her fingers slid beneath Chris's thong.

The soft touch was enough to make Chris grip the counter. Her eyes widened and her knees felt weak. "F-fuck," she squeaked. It was the first time someone else had touched her new pussy. She was so wet already.

Tess's fingertips pressed forward, spreading Chris's plump folds. Each push of her fingers was just the thing she needed. A few quivers ran through her body; Chris nearly melted. She slumped down onto the counter, sitting along the edge. Her legs spread open wider and she whined from the back of her throat.

But then, Tess's fingers pulled back. Chris lifted her head, wide-eyed and panting. She saw Tess get down on her knees, saw her take hold of her leggings and pull them down. She saw the grin on her face and the jiggle of her pigtails. And then she felt Tess's lips on her pussy. The pink, over-stuffed, collagen-filled cushions squeezed against her folds.

Chris meant to say something, but it caught in her throat. What came out was a sound like ghhk. Her eyelids fluttered. White-knuckled, she clung to the counter with one hand and gripped Tess's head with the other.

Her girlfriend's tongue was warm. Warm and wet and nimble. It flicked against her clit and made her whimper; it spread her open; it slid inside. The way it slid back and forth and curled and twisted on its own made it feel like some living thing had slipped up inside of her. Her hips jerked against Tess's head, gentle quivers each time she touched a tender spot.

Tess rocked her head, which made her hair bounce. The poofy blonde pigtails tickled Chris's thighs. Her bangs brushed up against Chris's belly. With Tess squeezed up against her, she could feel Tess's firm tits pressed against the underside of her thighs.

Chris tried to speak, but each time the sounds assembled into words, Tess rocked her head or squeezed Chris's ass or dragged her nails down her thighs, and her mind fizzed over with effervescent pleasure.

Despite her grip on Tess's head, Chris couldn't hold out much longer. Her toes were curled so tight her feet were cramping, and her heart was pounding, and she had broken out into a sweat. Chris lifted her hips and curled her knees.

"Nnh."

Tess pushed forward, squeezing plump lips against swollen pussy. Her tongue traced along her walls.

"A-ah."

All it took was another push. Chris's stomach clenched and turned and heat flooded her lower body and her muscles clenched. Her knees curled toward her chest. Her head fell back and she squealed out loud.

This wasn't some quick orgasm stolen in a department-store dressing room, either. It flooded through her and left her with goosebumps on her skin, left the air feeling cold, left her shivering on the countertop. But even though she was weakened and panting for air, she didn't feel vulnerable or ashamed. Not with Tess there.

Her girlfriend rose back up onto her feet. She dragged a finger across her lower lip, then licked both of them and popped her pink lips. "So, how was that?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Fuck," Chris said, between breaths. "Can we do this every day?"

Tess ducked in for a peck on Chris's lips. "We can't be bimbos every day."

"Oh yeah?" With a few quick steps, Chris spun Tess around, switching places so that she was the one pressed up against the counter. Chris returned the kiss, deeper and hungrier. Her hand slipped under Tess's panties and her fingers parted to spread her folds. Her skin was hot to the touch. Her panties were damp.

Tess shivered and made a soft 'mmm' against Chris's lips.

Chris's third and fourth fingers dipped into her pussy. Though she did her best to match what Tess had done, she wasn't anywhere near as experienced as Tess. She made up the difference with eagerness.

Her spare hand slipped under Tess's tank top. Wiggling under her bra, her fingers slid around the heavy dome of one of her breasts. Her taut skin barely gave way, but Chris was able to slip her fingertips around either side of Tess's nipple. A squeeze made Tess's body flex gently against Chris.

One of Tess's legs curled around Chris's waist. Her fingers wove through her thick black curls. When Chris finally pulled back from the kiss, Tess was pink-cheeked and gasping softly.

Everything else faded into the distance as Chris focused on Tess's eyes. Her pupils were wide. Every so often, her eyes began to drift, and she'd flutter her eyelids, trying to refocus. It was a losing battle; they were starting to roll back and she couldn't hold on. Her mouth slid open, lips forming a plump circle. Her eyelashes beat once, twice more, and then her head tipped back.

With a heavy moan, her body trembled. Chris held her tight and she held on tight, riding out the rush of her orgasm. For a minute, they stayed in each other's arms, breathing in a slow rhythm.

"Oof. I was like, so pent up," Tess sighed.

They unwound themselves from each other's bodies. Tess straightened her clothes while Chris rinsed off her fingers and dried them with a paper towel.

"So I was good?" Chris asked.

"Yeah," Tess said. "You finger like a total guy, though."

"Well, you eat pussy like a straight girl."

They shared one more kiss, before deciding that it was probably time to stop hogging the bathroom and finish up shopping.

---

Two weeks later

With the blinds drawn, most of the living room was cast into shadow, aside from Chris, lit up by the lamp sitting above her laptop. It had been about twenty minutes since she'd taken her weekend dose of BXBI, and she had already finished all the turning-into-a-girl bits. The bimbo stuff, she'd discovered, always lagged behind a bit.

Which gave her enough time to start up a stream after she'd gone girl, but before things really got going.

Tugged over her chest was an old tank top she'd found in the bottom of her dresser. The fit was snug around her breasts already, and it was worn down enough that the cotton felt thin and flimsy.

She had the stream window open on her laptop's screen, showing the timer in the corner counting up. The chat ticking by as her watchers tried to guess when the BXBI would kick in. In the meantime, she painted her nails and made small talk about the games she'd been playing. (Her watchers seemed to really like a cute girl talking about video games.)

"...so if you weren't playing, like, pro, you'd just get left behind and—ooh," she squeaked, stiffening up in her seat. She batted her eyelashes and pouted at her webcam. "I think it's happening, guys."

Chris batted her black curls away from her chest and bit her lip as she felt the first surge of mesosilicogenesis. Like two small jets of hot fluid, shooting up underneath her skin, slipping into the layers of tissue in her breasts. And then came the swelling.

"Fuck, this feels like a good one," she groaned. She squeezed the edge of the desk with her fingertips and let her eyelids flutter half-closed. A shot of fresh silicone swirled up into her breasts. Her skin tingled as it swelled outward, stretching around her new modest implants. Her nipples stiffened until they dimpled out the fabric. The soft pop-pop-pop of chat messages coming in rolled along in the background.

Another wave of silicone pumped through her breasts. They pushed outward, straining against her tank top, squished together within the fabric and fighting to break free. Chris leaned forward, pushing her chest toward the camera. She panted theatrically.

"Aw fuck guys, it's my ass," she said, one arm wrapped across her swelling chest. "You gotta tell me if you want front or back."

The chat lit up with responses. Chris turned herself around in her chair, kneeling on the seat and sticking her ass up into the air. Her sweatpants shifted and stretched as they tried to keep hold of her thickening hips and rounder ass. Shuffling her knees a little wider, she slipped a hand under her pants and made a show of starting to rub herself. Just as the seams were getting tight, she turned herself back around and sat down. Her hand stayed pressed between her legs.

"Oh my god I need to fuck," she gasped. Her watchers liked a lot of talking, and it made it more obvious when her voice was starting to change. Which it was, creeping up higher and squeakier, coinciding with the fizzy feeling rising up into her head.

Another surge of growth swelled into her tits, and her tank top began to snap. She threw her head back and groaned and took deep breaths, straining the old cotton even further. The neck split open, and the split quickly widened, running down her chest and exposing more well-tanned cleavage.

"Aw, shit, I wanted to pop my titth out," Chris said, pouting and heaving her breasts with one arm, pushing them up against her torn-open neckline. Her eyes flicked upward and her eyebrows lifted. "Hey, my lipth!" she lisped, licking over them. They thickened outward from her face, plumper and thicker and broader, growing in swells like her tits. She slid a finger back and forth between her lips, sucking slowly.

One last spurt of growth hit her chest. As her tits expanded outward, they split the tank top open all the way. Her twin fake breasts pushed free of the fabric, jutting out bare and proud and impeccably tanned. Chris popped her finger from between her lips and let her hand rove over her breasts, playing with her thick, dark nipples.

"My cocksuckers need something bigger," she said, leaning forward. Her breasts bumped against the desk as she grabbed the clear latex dildo sitting beside her laptop. Spreading her lips wide, she stuffed the shaft down into her mouth. By turning her body, she let the camera see the bulge pressing down her throat. While she pumped the dildo in and out of her mouth, her plump, pillowy lips swelled into their full, overstuffed pout.

"Mnnhhh!" Chris grunted, jerking forward in her seat as her orgasm hit. Nothing to do with deepthroating a dildo, obviously. That was just showing off. Her orgasm had much more to do with Tess teaching her how to finger herself. (Lots of practice, too.)

The brunette bimbo dragged the shaft from her throat and put it down on the desk loudly and triumphantly. "Fuck, that was a good one. I could still go for some more cock though...what do you think, should I ride the dildo or—"

She was interrupted by the sound of Tess walking into the living room and clearing her throat. "Sorry," she said, walking toward the computer desk, "But 'Alexis Mane' has to spend some time with her girlfriend today." She stayed carefully off-camera as she reached over and flipped the laptop screen down.

"I was getting to the good part," Chris huffed, leaning back in her chair.

Tess had taken a dose of BXBI too, though she was only half-dressed in a tank top and a bikini bottom. She hadn't yet tied her hair back into a ponytail or pigtails like she usually did, either. "I just don't want you tired out by the time we get to the beach," she said. Sitting lightly on Chris's lap, she leaned in and gave her a warm, lingering kiss.

"We're just gonna fuck in the changing rooms anyway," Chris said.

"Well, I want you to be real horny when we do." Tess winked, then got back up again. "Be ready to go in like, fifteen!"

Chris got up from the swivel chair and grabbed the dildo from the desk. As she passed the bathroom, she gave it a quick wash in the sink, then stood it up to dry. Chris headed on into her room to squeeze into something she could wear to the beach.

They'd been planning for this trip the whole week, just the two of them, bimboed out, enjoying the sun and skimpy swimsuits and a private hotel room and making out on beach towels. It was going to be a great weekend. Chris just wished it could last longer...

But then, she thought, it wouldn't be as special, and that was the whole point. It didn't have to last longer. She'd just have to enjoy every moment as much as she could.

Until next weekend.