slut-solutions: I didn’t start our wanting to be a stupid bimbo. In fact, I started out a smart and
slut-solutions: I didn’t start our wanting to be a stupid bimbo. In fact, I started out a smart and normal girl who had normal dreams and aspirations. I guess I took a wrong turn somewhere along the way and ended up in a place I never saw myself ending up. I met Rod on a three-day cruise in the Bahamas. He was a rich man, with too much money to spend and when he saw me laying out, my tiny, A-cup tits in a padded bikini top, he approached my lounge chair and stood over me, blocking the sun. “Hello there. I’d like to buy you a drink,” he offered. I looked up at him and though he was older than most men I’d dated, he was ruggedly handsome and there was a certain allure to his personality that I found irresistible. He bought me drinks until I was drunk enough to believe that he was what I wanted. I let him take me back to the biggest room I’d ever seen on a cruise ship. It was bigger than my apartment back home in Ohio and compared to my tiny cabin on the ship it was paradise. I guess that was the moment I decided I wanted Rod to be my boyfriend. After the cruise, he offered to move me to Florida permanently. I thought he meant I would move in with him, but I soon learned that I would be his mistress. He already had a wife, but he kept me in my own fancy apartment that overlooked the ocean. It was paradise. Most days I didn’t see him. He traveled a lot for his business and he wasn’t hiding the fact that he fucked whoever he wanted. I didn’t mind. I had plenty of time to build a life for myself and I didn’t have to worry about money anymore. When Rod did come around, the sex was amazing. He had a big, fat cock and though he was older he popped Cialis like it was candy and he knew how to fuck me so I came nice and hard. I lived for the times he came to my apartment and used my body. He fucked me hard in the ass, and anal was my favorite, so it was rather perfect. He treated me like shit when he fucked me, but I knew that was why he was paying for me so he would have my holes to abuse when he needed them. One day while he was over fucking my ass I had an epiphany. I would have done anything for Rod, and he had done so much for me that I couldn’t ever thank him enough. Maybe that was why when he suggested I start to go through a transition that I heard him out. “I want to turn you into my perfect, little bimbo. I want to get you implants, liposuction, and some cheek implants. Maybe a chin implant. I want you to be even more beautiful than you are now. I want to empty out that mind so it is solely focused on my cock. Would you like that?” he asked me. I had a hard time saying no to him, and this time was no different. “I’ll do anything you want, Rod. You know that.” “Even get implants like these,” he unlocked his phone and showed me photos of what he wanted to do to me.“Those are huge!” I cried. I felt a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. It was exciting! I had never imagined having implants that were bigger than my head, but as I imagined what I would look like after the transformation I realized that I wanted to become Rod’s bimbo. I wanted to do anything for him, anything to get closer to him. I loved him by then, and I wanted to be the woman that he wanted the most. Maybe this would be what I needed to edge out his wife and some of his other side bitches. I went through a series of surgeries that took almost two years to complete. My tits were now like two basketballs on my chest. The liposuction took a few sizes off of my hips and thighs but left my ass plump and juicy. My lip implants made my mouth look like it would feel like a pair of pussy lips on a cock. He bought me a whole new wardrobe and had a seamstress alter everything I bought to hug my new curves perfectly. He found me a stylist and make-up artist to prepare me for when he would come to visit me. I was his perfect bimbo now, and he treated me differently. He treated me like I was a vapid whore. He used my tits to push together and slide his cock in between. He came all over my face, ruining my make-up that he had paid so much to have perfectly in place when he came to town. He fucked my pussy nice and hard, and my asshole even harder. Somewhere along the way, I had lost myself. I had become everything that Rod wanted me to be and I had forgotten the life that I had before him. I now lived to be his fucktoy. I was a bimbo now and everywhere I went, men treated me like I was stupid. They treated me like a sex object and it wasn’t long before I started charging money to let men use my new tits to titty fuck. At first, I didn’t let them fuck me. It was just my tits, but as Rod got more and more busy with other girls that he was turning into bimbos I found I had more and more free time to use. Since I didn’t need to work, I turned my time and attention to sex with other men. I began to charge money to let them fuck my asshole. I would take four or five cocks in a day, and Rod never seemed to notice or care. As long as I was his stupid bimbo and let him fuck me when he was around, the rest of my time was mine to do whatever I wanted. So I used it to fuck guys for money and I put it away in an account. Rod paid for all of my bills. I didn’t need the money, but I knew I wouldn’t be young and beautiful forever, so I had to make sure I had something to fall back on when Rod was done with me. Years and years went by, and Rod continued to stop by and fuck my ass from time to time. He continued to pay my bills and I continued to work as a hooker, not because I needed the money, but because I needed the validation. I needed to know that men still found me and my gigantic tits attractive. I needed to know that I was still worth something. Every cock I fucked was another accolade. Every load of cum in my ass, a reward. I was set for life. Even if Rod dropped me I had plenty of money saved to start again. But he didn’t drop me. I spent my whole life as his side bitch living in an apartment he paid for, eating the food he bought me, and fucking Johns on the same bed he fucked me on. Without Rod, my life would have been totally different. Every time I look in the mirror and see my huge tits and my puffy lips I say a silent thank you to Rod for giving me the kind of life most girls only dream of. Except, it wasn’t the life I had always dreamed of. Somewhere along the way, I had lost myself. Somewhere along the way, I had really become the bimbo that I saw when I looked in the mirror. All my aspirations that I had before Rod were long gone now, lost in a sea of regret. I was a bimbo now. Men would never take me seriously again. I would always be a set of holes to them, no matter how intelligent I was or how much I yearned for human contact that didn’t revolve around my tits and ass. I was now a bimbo, a bimbo for life. -- source link
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