Chrystal Wynd writes erotic tales set in the fictional city of Chrystal Heights. A lot of strange things happen in Chrystal Heights and Chrystal is happy to record them for your reading pleasure.
How I Became a Sex Toy 10 (Tabitha) (Bimbo Transformation)by Chrystal Wynd
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Tabitha is a gold-digger who targets high-profile lesbian socialites. So when Tabitha sneaks into Darla Edginton's high-society party, she thinks she has it made. But what happens if Darla is actually aware of Tabitha's plans and decides to make plans of her own instead? And what if Darla actually has powers and abilities that Tabitha isn't aware of?
This 3,400 word story is for adults only and contains elements of paranormal, transformation, bimbification, breast enlargement, oral, anal and multiple partners.
Darla continued brushing her hair. "Yes, we did," she said, "but it's morning now. Don't you have an elsewhere to be?"
My mind spun. "What?" I said, my voice still sounding high-pitched. "Darla...look at me! What happened to me?!"
Darla looked me up and down, then shrugged. "I'd say the look fits you, Tabby."
I stamped my foot, inadvertently causing my huge rack to jiggle. "Darla!" I said. "Come on! You know this isn't me!"
"Actually, I don't know that," she said. "I have no idea who you are, and I couldn't care less." She resumed her hair brushing.
"Wait a minute," I said. "You knew?"
"Sure I knew,"
"Then why did we still...?"
"Because I wanted a piece of ass," said Darla.
My jaw dropped. "You bitch!"
Darla laughed. "I love it," she said. "You're the gold digger, but you're pissed off because you got used."
"But...but...look at me!"
Darla smirked as she took out a tooth brush. "Yes," she said. "You didn't do your homework, sweet cheeks. I like them trashy. You tried to come across all refined and innocent, but I knew what you were. Now you look the part...and I fucked you silly."
"Okay, fine!" I said. "You got me, all right? You used me. But why do I look like a trailer park bimbo?!"
"I told you," she said. "I like 'em trashy...Tabby."
Then I gasped and began squirming. "What did you do?" I said, my fingers creeping over my bare belly. "I'm...I'm..."
Darla looked at me in the mirror, looking bored. "Your slutty little tramp body is overheating, bimbo," she said, placing a bare foot between my boobs and pushing me backward. Then she hit a button on her cell phone, putting it on speaker.
"Yes, ma'am?" said a voice.
"Who's driving today?" said Darla.
"Good," said Darla. "Send him up. And is Rick here?"
"The pool boy?"
"Good. Send him up too."
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