bimbosanddolls: Once you’re in the game, it’s so hard to get out. The high you get as you watch some

bimbosanddolls: Once you’re in the game, it’s so hard to get out. The high you get as you watch someone begin to change to your every whim. I’ve transformed CEOs into big-titted dolls that were little more than office decor. I’ve turned over-achieving college girls into sex-crazed sluts that could barely spell their own name. Nothing can compare to the thrill you get from it. But, eventually, you grow up a bit and come to realize that you’re ruining other peoples’ lives for your own personal enjoyment. I mean, sure, the girls end up loving what they become, I always made sure of that,… but you can’t help but feel a little bad for them. It had been 6 months since I last “changed” a girl. I can’t begin to tell you how hard it was. When you have this kind of power, it almost feels like a waste to not use it. Your first reaction is always to want to turn the bitch on the subway into a bubbly bimbo as if it was some kind of fucked-up social service. Nonetheless, I was committed to getting out of this. I was managing to resist the urges and continued on my way like any other human being. My life changed when I met Emily. She was absolutely breath-taking. If love at first sight is really a thing, I experienced it when I saw her. She was sitting on a park bench and reading a book. Thanks to my Masters in English Lit., I was familiar with the author so I tried to use it as a way to strike up a conversation. She was polite, but I could tell she wasn’t interested in chatting with me. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to walk away. When I asked if she’d like to go out for coffee or something, she immediately shot me down. She claimed that she had just got out of a tough relationship and “wasn’t looking for anything right now”. I knew there was no point in continuing, but I knew I just had to have her. In my sudden desperation, I entered into her mind and made her more suggestible. Within seconds, she agreed to a date. I felt guilty for what I had done, but I told myself that would be the only thing I’d do to her. She just needed a chance to get to know me. And that’s exactly what happened. Our first date was fantastic. She showed up in this stunning little black dress. Everything was perfect. We just clicked. The best part about it all was that I didn’t need to change anything about it or manipulate her mind in any way; this was all happening organically. From that point on, I swore to never use these “powers” again. And I didn’t. At least, not until I finally gathered the courage to tell Emily about them. I told her everything; when I first discovered what I could do, how I used it, how she made me finally give it up for good. I was terrified that she would leave me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I would deserve it too. To my surprise, however, she wasn’t upset at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She begged me to tell her more about my various conquests, what would happen to the girls and so on. She was completely fascinated. I told her everything and could see the excitement in her eyes. Then, she turned my whole world on its head and asked me to use my abilities on her. I tried to talk her out of it. I told her I didn’t want to change her; that I loved her how she was. I lied and said I didn’t know how it might affect her. Despite my efforts, she begged and begged. She said I could change her back right after. That it would be “just a quickie”. I knew, however, that we were about to go down a very slippery slope.She already had a decent sized chest, certainly more than a handful, but she insisted I make them bigger. She said she wanted “big, fake pornstar boobs”. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about Emily having tits like that, so I knew exactly what she meant. But fantasizing and actually doing it are two very different things. All the effort I had put into getting out of this stuff, into trying to be a normal person, was about to be thrown away. Not only was I back in the game, but now I had a partner.After much hesitation, I gave in to my demons and inflated her tits to her desired proportions. I watched as she lost herself in complete ecstasy and her ample breasts swelled and strained against her top. I saw the brief moment of awe as she realized what I had done to her. I wanted to say something, to apologize and change her back, but she pounced on me in a sudden burst of lust and arousal and we fucked like never before.Since then, Emily’s gotten a bit addicted to my abilities. And, like the fiend that I am, I indulge her every request. The love of my life has allowed me to shape her into the girl of my wildest fantasies. She spends most of her time as Emmi-slut now. And she couldn’t possibly dream of reading the book she had when I first saw her, or any book, for that matter. But she loves being my brainless little sex addict and that’s all that matters anymore. -- source link

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