bimbosanddolls: “What the fuck, John?! Why am I dressed like a Hooters girl?! Did you do somet
bimbosanddolls: “What the fuck, John?! Why am I dressed like a Hooters girl?! Did you do something to me?!” Charlotte was livid. She was in the middle of an argument with her husband over the finances. How dare he suggest she consider finding a career that she’d like to pursue. And now, on top of everything, he had done something to her. John was a little bit older than her, only 29 years, and had spent his life enjoying all the luxuries that being a phenom in business world from the age of 16 afforded him. Nice cars, needlessly large houses, and the finest women in all the land. Of course, it helps when you can manipulate the realities of those around you. Though, as he approached his 50th birthday, he longed for something more meaningful. Two years later, he and Charlotte were married on a beach in Tahiti. At first, he didn’t mind her trophy wife habits; he even found it kind of adorable how much effort she put into looking good for him. But, he quickly realized that Charlotte wasn’t much more than a pretty face. When he suggested she find something she was passionate about, he thought he was doing her a favour. He even offered to put her through any necessary schooling. When she rejected his ideas, John was a little disappointed. She clearly only cared about being a hot piece of eye candy. But then an idea came to him; if looks are all she cared about, he could help with that too. “Don’t worry, darling.” John reassured his wife, ”It’ll all be fine in a moment or two.” Charlotte scowled, “Fine!? This is not fine. It’s… it’s….” Her voice trailed off as she stumbled back a step. She tried to yell but found herself short of breath. She clutched at her chest, and gasped when she felt her breasts swelling. “Wh.. what’s happening to me….” She tried to catch her breath between the euphoric throbbing of her inflating tits. With each breath, Charlotte’s chest expanded as though she was being pumped with air. She moaned as her hands went from clutching at her chest to slowly groping her now gigantic bust. “I.. I don’t… this is, like, right?” Somewhere, a fading voice was telling her to be angry. Telling her that she should be upset, but she couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle. She just felt so amazing. “See? Don’t you feel better now, Charli?” Charli bit her lip as she tried to think. Did she ever feel bad ever? She could only remember feeling wonderful and sexy and happy. Why would a dumb, silly bimbo like her ever need to feel better? She always felt the best! “Um, Charli feels like super happy, Daddy!” John chuckled at how ditzy his wife sounded now, “And are you ready to go make money for your Daddy?” “Oh yes Daddy!! Charli can’t wait for men squeeze and touch her big fake boobies for tips!” John let out a small sigh as he watched Charli push her tits together; perhaps things would be better with his next wife -- source link
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