suckitbimbo:kyrasperversions:The sound of birds chirping gradually made its way through the grog
suckitbimbo: kyrasperversions: The sound of birds chirping gradually made its way through the groggy haze that filled her head. Sluggishly, she rubbed at her tired eyes, dully registering surprise at the sunlight filling her bedroom. Had she fallen asleep at her desk? She glanced to the alarm clock by her bed and saw the numbers flashing 12:00. Briefly she tried to remember what had happened last night, but was quickly rebuffed by a sharp pain in her head. As soon as she stopped focusing though, it faded back into the fog that clouded her thoughts, leaving a dull throb as if to remind her. Briefly she considered getting up, but her body was still far too languid too handle the task. Instead she turned her attention to her desk and gave the wireless mouse a quick jiggle to wake her laptop from its reverie. As the screen sprang back into life, she was stunned to find it dominated by the image of an attractive young woman. The top half of her face was out of frame, but her slightly parted lips were red and plump and shimmering with gloss. The braided blonde hair that fell over her shoulder shined in the sunlight filtering through her curtain. The undeniable focus of the image though, was the woman’s substantial bosom that filled her tank top and exposed a breadth of pale cleavage. Entranced by the visage of beauty on her monitor, she felt herself start to fill with the warmth of arousal. As she unconsciously bit her lower lip, she saw the woman in the picture do the same. Her eyes flicked to the light at the top of the screen, indicating her webcam was active. That’s me? The bewildered thought rose to the surface of her foggy mind. It couldn’t be. Her lips were never that thick and tantalizing. Her hair was short, brown and dull. And she had always been rather flat-chested. Hadn’t she? She struggled to remember but the stabbing pain quickly broke her concentration. Without thinking about it, she watched she reached up and pulled her tank top aside, freeing her massive breast. The cool morning air brushed pleasantly against her exposed skin, causing her nipples to stiffen. The pain in her head receded again, replaced with a growing arousal. There was no doubt. The voluptuous beauty was her, and she was getting turned on by watching herself. She shook herself out of the trance she had seemed to have fallen into. Clicking around she shrank down the webcam window and glanced through the browser that had been hidden behind it. For some reason she was logged into a stranger’s email account. She honestly couldn’t fathom who Rebecca Lawton was. She briefly realized that she couldn’t recall what her own name was, but the dull throb that persisted in her head discouraged her from thinking about it. Whomever Ms Lawton was, she had a plethora of emails with subjects mentioning deadlines and politicians and Pulitzers. One in particular stood out. It had no subject, and the sender was listed as unknown. A quick double click and it opened in its own window. The contents were strange. The page was filled with bizarre squigly lines that almost seemed to shift as here eyes scanned the contents. In the center were the only two words that were legible. CLICK HERE. She didn’t read the words so much as hear them. A warm, strong, commanding voice setting the words resonating in her mind. She felt herself start to squirm in her chair as she clicked the center of the page. The computer screen flashed as the image from her webcam once again dominated the screen. This time however the weird squiggles from the email were super imposed on top of it, shifting and swirling, she felt a little dizzy watching them. After the longest and shortest moment that she could remember. words appeared in the center of the screen, filling her head with the same deep voice from before. BACK SO SOON MITZY? Mitzy. The name bubbled up in her brain eliciting a giggle from her lips. Her name was Mitzy. How could she forget that? I SEE YOU’RE ENJOYING YOUR SEXY NEW TITS Mitzy moaned softly, the word tits causing her engorged breasts to begin radiating pleasure. YOU WANT TO BE EVEN SEXIER Mitzy bit her lip and nodded. Sexier sounded really good. FIRST LETS GET RID OF THAT PESKY BRAIN That caused Mitzy to frown. She needed her brain. Sure it hurt when she tried to recall things. Wait was that— RELAX The word interrupted her thoughts as she sank into her chair. YOU DON’T NEED YOUR BRAINYOU’RE A SEXY GIRLSEXY GIRLS DON’T NEED BRAINS The words sank deep into Mitzy’s head, calling forth images of sexy girls having strong men to guide them and think for them. STROKE YOUR TIT AND GET RID OF THOSE ANNOYING INHIBITIONS Before she could consider the ramifications, her fingers started dancing across the skin of her breast, sending tiny bolts of ecstasy from her fingertips to her brain where they started to burn pleasantly. Once she started, it felt so good that she couldn’t stop herself. Soon Mitzy was panting as she groped herself, the center of her brain burning white hot. NOW TOUCH YOUR CLIT AND RUB AWAY YOUR IQ Mitzy’s other hand quickly plunged into her pants where she rubbed desperately at her clitoris. The fire in her brain quickly spread throughout her body. She was so hot her mind felt like it was melting. She looked so sexy on her computer, rubbing her brains away. She gave her titty a squeeze and started grinding against her hand. She had to rub faster. Once Mitzy was brainless the voice was going to make her super sexy. YOU WANT TO BE STUPID AND SEXY Mitzy nodded, pawing at her titties. A BRAINLESS BIMBO “Yes,” Mitzy panted, her fingers teasing her clit desperately. A DUMB, DITZY, DOLL “YES!” Mitzy cried out, ready to explode. PINCH YOUR NIPPLE Mitzy gave her nipple a twist and came. And the last bit of Rebecca Lawton left. (So in chat a few nights ago, summerscaptions shared this photo which she’s captioned here. I had an idea bubbling in my head for a story for it, but wanted to wait for her to post hers first so I didn’t bogart it or anything.) Follow Friday: Kyra, sadly, doesn’t post stories often. But when she does, they’re great. She handles the transformation in a natural, gradual, way, which helps make it more believable. She ends the story in a great way too. Give her a follow, she deserves it! -- source link