Turning Homely Brainy Prudes into Bimbo Barbi Doll Sluts - Sex Stories

Turning Homely Brainy Prudes into Bimbo Barbi Doll Sluts

... leaned over her. We gazed in each others' eyes and the desire built between us. I closed the gap, my lips touching her. The intensity was off the charts. She brought her hand to the nape of my neck and pulled me closer. Her mouth glued to mine, her tongue exploring my mouth, eagerly, hungrily, her desire palpable. And then my tongue became the aggressor, deeply penetrating her mouth. As we kissed, her hands grasped me as though she couldn't hold me tight enough, as though she was afraid of losing me for a second, as though her life depended on me. I broke the kiss. I touched her lips. She parted them. I looked at her crooked, ugly buck teeth. What would happen if I touched them? I snaked my index finger from the top of her lip underneath and ran it along her gum and row of teeth. As I did so, it was like I was performing a miracle of orthodontics, I could see her teeth straightening under my touch, fitting perfectly in her mouth, and glistening with a new white, fresh brightness. I reached and touched her hair which moments before fell limp and stringy to her shoulder. I could feel her hair grow thick, supple, silky under my touch. Her head lolled and her wavy hair now cascaded, swishing as she moved. I leaned back and looked in her eyes. Her face, faintly recognizable as that of the spinster who had opened the door, was now utterly transformed, beautiful. I then put my hands on either side of her head and felt an enormous, powerful surge of energy up my arms and flooding ...

... into my brain. My mind went into hyper-drive, feeling as though I was entering a higher level of consciousness. But as I looked into Edith's blue eyes, I saw them become vacant, I could almost see and feel the intelligence draining from her brain, as she gasped, drunkenly, losing control. "Oooooh, ooooh. I'm, oh, my. Oh, you, so big, handsome, me pretty. Girl" She was babbling, incoherent. "Me...., so hot." I slipped her sweater over her head. I pulled her up and unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Her small, pancake breasts were pathetic. I put a hand on each breast and began squeezing and massaging. Edith groaned, her eyes fluttered, she arched her back, and, yes, her breasts were growing by the second as I squeezed. They took shape, full, ripe, firm. I got her up to a B cup, nice and perky, but I felt compelled to keep going, so I massaged more and her breasts now filled my hands with a good solid C, but my desire was for more, a desire that was mutual as Edith was in a swoon state, totally enraptured by the erotic sensations of her rapidly enlarging breasts. I squeezed and tugged, deeply massaging her tits, willing them to grow under my touch. And grow they did becoming D cups on Edith's still slender frame. They were not saggy, natural looking hangers, but had that firm, silicone slut look, jutting from her chest. My fingers pulled on her nipples, and they became erect under my touch. Her chest was flushed, she was panting, her chest heaved up and down. "Do you like it, ...