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Kerry's Birthday Wish (TG, BE, Bimbo)
🕑 Added 2024-07-31 05:40:29 +0000 UTCKerry sat in his dorm room, looking up from the small cake and single candle that his friend Alex had managed to sneak in front of him. Brushing his dark bangs back with his hand, Kerry was glad that someone had remembered his birthday. Still, the fact only one person cared about the lanky college student’s birthday was frankly depressing. He was a self-proclaimed nerd, which didn’t help. People often found it off putting. Still, Alex had been his best and sometimes only friend over the last few years and it was nice of him to get him a cake.
“Thanks for remembering,” Kerry said with a sigh. He hated how high-pitched his voice was. He hated almost everything about his life, except for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Those were the days he was in Math 350 with Erica. Just thinking about the blue-haired, busty goth woman was enough to make Kerry smile. He’d had a crush on her since the day he’d first seen her; however, she’d been completely oblivious to his existence.
Taking a deep breath he blew out the candle and made a silent wish. “I wish Erica found me attractive,” he thought.
Alex punched Kerry’s shoulder gently. “Look, I was going to go out to Last Chance this evening. I know you’re not into that, but it’s your birthday. Live a little.”
Kerry shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll think about it.” Noting the clock, he glanced at the door. “Don’t you have class in twenty minutes?”
“Crap!” Alex exclaimed. He grabbed his bag from next to the door and rushed out.
Kerry shook his head. He didn’t notice that his hair shifted more than usual as he did. He got up and walked over to make sure the door was locked. He needed time to study. Moving to his room, he closed the door behind him before sitting down at his desk.
Stretching a bit, Kerry was oblivious to the continuing changes to his body as small bumps swelled on his chest where his breasts were. As he glanced at the poster on his wall, a small part of him swore that the picture had been a pin-up of a woman from an anime. Now, though, it was a picture of two women in a sweet embrace. Instead of picturing just Emily as he normally would have, he pictured the two of them together like the picture. “That would be nice,” Kerry said as he opened his textbook.
As he read the chapter on discrete variables, his shirt stretched outward around his chest. He adjusted himself in his chair as his bottom began to swell outward. His slacks began to change as well, the fabric becoming stretchy and form fitting around his growing hips and posterior.
Kerry bit his lip and struggled to understand what he was reading. Brushing his bangs back from in front of his face, he knew that he’d aced a test on this a few days ago. Now, it was so confusing. He leaned back in his chair, his hair falling back past his shoulders. “Like, why is this so hard?” Kerry asked. His voice, once high for a woman, was smoother than it had been. For a moment, Kerry wondered about that until his eyes went to the poster on his wall again.
Thinking about Emily again, Kerry’s hand moved up to his now softball sized breast. He gave it a squeeze without thinking. A womanly moan escaped his lips. Normally, Kerry would have felt a tightness in his groin but, now, there was a gentle ache and warmth. Sneaking his other hand between his legs, it slid between his skin and the pink leggings he was now wearing, then between his skin and his panties.
As his fingers found his new clit and clean-shaven pussy, the last of the old Kerry vanished. Carrie gasped as her fingers rubbed her clit, thinking about Emily. Her hand continued to grope her breast, oblivious to the fact that it was growing in her palm. “Oh fuck,” Carrie whimpered. She pinched her nipple and hissed in pleasure while her fingers slid inside her new pussy. She was so wet. She got that way any time she thought about Emily.
Reaching into her desk, Carrie grabbed the vibrator that hadn’t been there moments before. She paused long enough to tug off her clothes before lying down on her bed, her legs spread wide as she masturbated with vibrator. Homework forgotten, Carrie moaned louder and louder. Shifting to her hands and knees, her now bowling ball sized breasts swayed and jiggled while her long, dyed pink hair fell around her head. She cried out as her first female orgasm overtook her.
Collapsing on her best, her thoughts went to the offer Alex had made. He was such a nice friend. He’d never once hit on her. Maybe she should give him a blowjob to thank him. Later. She needed to get ready, just in case Emily was at the club.
Despite her best effort, it took a while for Carrie to get done showering. Something about her melonous tits made her horny and, before she knew it, she was fingering her pussy again. After her second orgasm of the day and the shower getting cold, she finally got out, dried off, and started to get ready.
Once her makeup was perfect, she pulled on a pair of pink panties and slid on a backless salmon pink dress that was a shade darker than her hair. Carrie checked herself in the mirror, taking a moment to admire her bubble butt, tiny waist, and huge tits.
She texted Alex, though her long nails made it difficult. Alex replied back that he’d be there shortly. Carrie sat down and slid on a pair of two inch heels. She knew Emily was tall, but Carrie didn’t want to look taller than her if Emily showed up.
Alex sucked in his breath when Carrie opened the door. He was instantly hard and, for a moment, wanted to cover his crotch. That was until Carrie squealed his name and hugged him. He hugged her back gently, baffled as always by how friendly Carrie was. This was before Carrie’s hand moved between his legs and rubbed his crotch through his pants.
“Like, you’re such a good friend, Alex. I totally plan to thank you for being my wingman,” Carrie said before stepping back. “Just not tonight, ‘kay?” Alex was shocked and nodded numbly, all the blood from his brain now between his legs. “Like, we should totes get going.”
Alex nodded again then shook his head. “Right. My car.”
Carrie giggled. Alex could be so silly, but he was a boy and boys got stupid around her. And they called her a bimbo. Boys couldn’t think straight around her. “Then again,” Carrie thought, “I’m totes the same way around Emily.”
Alex tried to not pay attention to Carrie’s hardening nipples, poking though the pink dress. He gestured toward his car and the two of them headed to the club.
Emily looked up as the bartender gestured toward the door. She knew the kind of girl Emily was on the prowl for: busty with a vapid expression. Dressed to the nines with a body made for sin. The woman that walked in was all of that and yet somehow familiar. Emily knew the guy she was with. He was in one of her art classes. The woman with him didn’t seem at all his type and, when Emily’s eyes met the woman’s, her gaze went from dull to desire. Emily could feel the woman’s eyes looking up and down Emily’s body, sizing her up much as Emily had done to her.
A smile crept onto the plump, kissable lips of the woman in the pink dress as she turned to say something polite to the man she was with. He laughed and turned to walk toward a booth while miss “pink-in-all-things” made her way toward Erica. Her wide hips and massive boobs swayed back and forth with each step. Erica took a sip of her drink and smiled.
It was nice when she didn’t have to fuck around to fuck around. The woman walking toward her had a body that oozed sex and Emily was hungry for it. When the woman spoke, though, Erica was hooked.
“Like, you’re Erica, right?” The woman giggled. “I’m totes Carrie. We’re, like, in the same math class. You’re, like, totally smart and totally hotter looking outside of class.” Carrie’s gaze ran up and down Erica’s athletic body, stopping at what Erica thought were sizable DD-cup breasts. Compared to Carrie? She was downright tiny. “Like, I totes saw you staring at me like you wanna fuck me.”
Erica swallowed the last of her drink. Carrie was a complete bimbo. Erica had only fantasized about having her way with one. She turned to pay her tab before smiling at Carrie. Standing up, Erica took Carrie’s hand. “And what if I did? What if I wanted to grope you while everyone was watching?”
Carrie licked her lips in anticipation. “Like, that would be totes hot. Just imagine how horny that would make everyone.”
Erica smiled broadly. “And what if I wanted more? I bet you want me to make you cum so bad, you’d do whatever I told you just to earn the chance.”
Carrie moaned. “Anything.”
“Then be a good girl, go into the restroom, take off your panties and bring them to me,” Erica instructed. If the busty bimbo was serious…
Erica realized then that Carrie had headed to the bathroom before Erica had finished her instructions. Carrie was back a bit later and put something in Erica’s hands.
“Like, am I a good girl?” Carrie asked, twirling her bangs with her index finger.
Erica smiled. “Come on then,” she said, moving toward the door. “I don’t live far from here.”
The pair made their way toward the door with Erica leading Carrie to student housing not far away from the bar, but the opposite direction from her own dorm. The moment they were inside, Erica pushed Carrie against a wall, her lips kissing Carrie’s bee-stung lips, one hand slinking up to Carrie’s pussy.
Carrie moaned and let Erica take control. This was what she wanted. She wanted Erica to want her. She would do anything to stay like this: the object of Erica’s lust.
It wasn’t long before the pair were naked and in Erica’s bed. Erica groped her breasts while Carrie licked her out. “From now on, you’re my personal bimbo,” Erica said as she held Carrie against her pussy. It sounded like Carrie said “yes, ma’am” but the sound was muffled against Erica’s pussy. Moaning loudly, Erica came.
Carrie smiled and slid up Erica’s body. “I wish I could stay your bimbo forever.” Rubbing against Erica’s body, Carrie moaned into the kiss that followed and the fingers that slid into her pussy. She didn’t care about school any more. She wanted to be Erica’s bimbo slut, to make Erica cum again and again, and to make Erica happy. After all, it was what Carrie had wished for. Now she was Erica’s bimbo fuck toy. It was the perfect birthday wish.
