Nathan let his gaze drift up to the horizon as his thinker began to cast, allowing himself to make relaxed on his base on balls home from oeuvre. He started thinking about his job in the law office, and how he had dreamed of it since he was a kid.

Nathan continued this train of thought, moving on to his lady friend, Emily. He had always imagined that he would end up with, well, a bimbo. Someone who could match his intimate appetence and concenter on pleasing him for once. someone who'd suck him off with her huge rim, and would look great in a Bikini with huge breast implants. He could sense himself starting to get hard, revisiting this all too familiar spirit fantasy.

A car car horn made Nathan take to world, and he was reminded suddenly of Emily and their lackluster sex animation."I guess that's how modernistic relationships go,"Nathan sighed to himself.

He raised his forefront, realizing he'd gone a couple streets too far."diddly-shit,"Nathan swore under his breath.

As he turned to even up his course, a benighted storefront caught his eye. It looked like another seedy pawn shop, but Nathan felt himself drawn towards it. He had been meaning to get a present for Emily.

A pocket-sized bell dinged as he pushed the door outdoors, and Nathan saw a middle-aged woman behind the counter reading a magazine publisher. She had dark hair's-breadth and hanker shammer nails, and she wore a crocked top that emphasized her bosom and was chewing a firearm of gum. She continued reading her cartridge clip, uninterested in the guy who had just entered.

There room was filled with shelf and shelves of unwanted ware. feather boa met broken mobile phone and secondhand Word of God. There was a crank showing caseful up at the rejoinder that seemed to nurse some jewellery.

And as Nathan turned to leave behind, he saw his eyes drawn to a black, velvet chocker that was nearly hidden behind a set of glasswork. Without thought, he reached out and picked it up. It was essentially a thin flight strip of velvet cloth with a smooth-spoken clasp. But Nathan had a weird opinion about the neck ruff. And he wasn't sure he could impart the entrepot without inquiring about it.

Nathan brought it up to the heel counter, inquiring on the price.

The lady looked up from her magazine - tabloids, from the smell of it - and eyed the choker, absentmindedly chewing her gum."$ 20,"she said, already dropping her gaze back to the colorful pages.

Nathan pulled out his wallet and paid.

It wasn't until he was walking out the door that he realized there really wasn't a well reason for him going in there to buy anything. Shaking his header as he walked, he thought,"Well, at least it'll make believe a right present for Emily. Maybe I'll even get sex out of it tonight."He retraced his tone, finally arriving home just before 7 pm.

As Nathan opened the doorway, he called out,"Hi honey ! I'm back !"

He heard Emily reply from the living orbit."Hey ! What took you so long ! I almost had to cook for myself !"

Nathan shook his pass as he took his place off."I'm not really in the mood to cook. Let's just get take out."He walked to the home way, sitting down on the lounge. Emily was sitting on the ground, propped up against a rest playing Xbox.

Nathan began to take his shoes off as Emily continued her game. He looked over his farseeing time lady friend, who was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. She still looked extremely attractive in her unflattering clothes. She was 5'4 ”, skinny, with b cup breasts. Her dark brown pilus obscured her dreary John Brown eyes as she focused completely on the TV.

"So,"Nathan said, putting his shoes beside the sofa."How was your day ?"

"Eh,"Emily replied."Work is work. I did prepare it home at 5 today though so not too bad. You ?"

"Not bad at all ! Walked the wrong way on my way nursing home though."

There was silence between them for a match minutes, broken only by the intermittent sound of medieval fighting from the TV.

"Oh,"Nathan said, nearly forgetting the modest bag he got from the instrument shop."I got something for you today on the way household from work."

Emily paused the game and sprang to her feet, walking over to subscribe to the diminished bag from Nathan's custody. She smiled as she opened up the velvet choker."Oh, I love it !"she said, feeling the framework.

She turned, sitting down on Nathan's knees."Can you clasp it for me ?"

As Nathan closed the choker on her cervix, he felt her dead body go rigid for a second."honey, are you okay ?"he asked.

Emily turned around and smiled at Nathan, her optic somewhat glazed over. But she blinked and returned to normal."Of course !"she said, leaning in and kissing him on the lips."Thank you for the gift !"

Without appearing to think about it, she got up and turned off the Xbox without saving. She looked down at what she was wearing, and turned to Nathan, saying"Sorry you had to see me like this. I'm not sure what got into me ! I'm going to go switch quickly before dinner."

Emily walked into the bedroom, shutting the threshold behind her. Nathan sighed, relaxing against the chair."well,"he thought to himself."That's…kind of Wyrd. Usually she just wears that the intact evening."

But, he didn't think much else of it, choosing instead to look up takeout menus online. Nathan grumbled to himself, noticing that his dearie pizza place had just gone out of line."Honey,"he called out into the bedroom."Would you like Chinese or Mexican ?"

Not hearing a reception, Nathan continued to mill around on the couch, looking instead at the sports schedule for the weekend. There was a sound as the bedroom door opened, and Nathan turned his head to see Emily emerge. Before this nighttime, Nathan would birth honestly said that Emily did not own any slutty wearable. But seeing her now, he was stunned.

She was dressed in a tight disastrous velour crop top that matched the garroter nearly perfectly. She paired it with a tight, shadow red dame, pulled up high on her shank to show off her long legs. Although she did not experience time to put on as a lot war paint as she would stimulate liked, Emily managed to apply some ruby red lip rouge and mascara.

Nathan stood there, shocked, as she smiled at him, turning her header slightly to the side."So,"she said."Do I face pretty ?"

"Um…yeah !"Nathan said, still confused."But why did you change ? Not that I'm complaining !"he added, hastily.

Emily continued smiling at him."Because I thought you'd like it, silly ! I don't need more reason than that !"

She skipped as she walked over to Nathan, kissing him deeply."So,"she said, pulling away."I heard you ask something when I was changing ! What did you want to cognize ?"

Nathan felt his cock start to harden. This was just like one of his bimbo fancy, except of course Emily didn't have the role player tits and wasn't currently sucking his stopcock. But she was starting to search the part.

"I was wondering what you wanted to do for nutrient ? There are these two take out spot we haven't tried. Do you desire Chinese or Mexican ?"

Emily hugged Nathan close, whispering in his ear,"Whatever you want, honey."

She pulled away from him and Nathan looked into the eyes of his girlfriend. But, it's like it wasn't her. There was a blank look staring back at him. And something else…was it lust ?

Nathan could sense himself getting hard as Emily sat down next to him, snuggling in conclusion. Her paw rested on his thigh, but he could trust he felt it moving up toward his hammer.

Emily looked up at Nathan and smiled as she started rubbing his cock through his drawers. She said whispered,"It feels like I've been waiting for this all day."

Feeling his own crave take over, Nathan pushed her Down on the lounge and kissed her deeply. His hand began to rub Emily's bosom, feeling that she was not wearing a bra under her shirt. She moaned out loudly as he touched her, saying"Oh, yeah I love it when you touch my breasts."

Her hand continued to rub Nathan's cock through his pants. She looked into his eye and said,"I have to see it. Now."

Nathan stood up and quickly took his pants and his packer off, leaving them in a pile on the basis. Before he could revert to the sofa, Emily had gotten off and fallen to her knees. She placed on of her hands on his stopcock, slowly rubbing it as she looked up at Nathan's face. Then, slowly, she moved her mouth forward and began to lightly puzzle out and kiss the tip of his cock.

Emily began bobbing her head up and down, taking more and Sir Thomas More of his hammer into her mouth. Her deal drifted down to the end of his shaft and she began playing with his balls. She moaned out as she continued blowing him."Mmmmm. Do you like it when your horny slut of a girlfriend sucks your tool ?"

"Ohhhhhh, yeah !"Nathan sighed out, leaning his straits back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

He enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his knockout cock. She looked so hot with her bright red lip and tight harvest top, moaning as she sucked on his turncock. Nathan ran his fingers through her haircloth, grabbing the rachis of her head and controlling her movements.

He pulled his cock out of Emily's mouth, and she groaned, looking up into Nathan's eye with a lustfulness that he had never seen before. She stood up, leading him by the deal do the bedroom. And, after having him lay down on his back, she climbed on top, kissing him deeply.

Emily kissed down the side of his case, nibbling lightly on his ear and whispered,"feeling how wet sucking on your hammer has made me."

Nathan reached his deal under her blind drunk skirt, noticing that she did not put on pantie when she changed, and began to rub Emily's already wet pussy in belittled circle. Emily moaned out again, burying her head against Nathan's neck and rubbing her mantled body against his.

She whispered again,"Pull up my skirt."

As Nathan did, she reached down and aligned his cock with her wet slit. In one question she took his entire distance into her, moaning out loudly,"Oh, fuck yeah, Nathan. shag my wet little pussy."

Emily closed her centre and continued moaning as she rode Nathan's cock in short, bray move. Nathan saw her breasts move with the gyrations of her trunk, and unable to jib, reached out one of his custody to represent with her tit through the fabric of her shirt.

She continued riding him, making her motions shorter and faster she felt her pleasure beginning to build. She braced herself against his chest of drawers with her hand.

Nathan felt his own orgasm approach. Suddenly aware that they had neglected to use a safe, he said"Emily I'm going to cum."

She leaned in, whispering in his ear."Do it in me. I need to finger your warm cum inside of me."

With that, Nathan grabbed her rosehip and pulled her down on his hammer. He moaned in joy as he felt himself cum deep into her pussy. He lay there on the bed, panting, and saw Emily count down at his felicitous face with delight.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that so much !"

Nathan kissed her."I loved it. What came over you ? You acted like such a slattern !"

Emily giggled and smiled."I feel like such a bimbo. And you know what ? I love it."

***

Two calendar week had gone by and Nathan was finally starting to get used to having a bimbo slovenly woman for a lady friend. In the morning, she would wake up XX minutes before him. She would start coffee and breakfast, then go put on some war paint, mascara, and lipstick. She would climb back into bed with Nathan and stir up him up with a blowjob. He would either cum in her sassing or pin her John L. H. Down and fuck her like a dirty slut. Then, she would eat breakfast with him and kiss him goodbye for work.

Emily had quit her job the week before. She had cited an unfitness to sharpen and a desire to avail Sir Thomas More around the house."Besides,"she smiled at him."It'll leave me time to spend a penny sure I'm everything you need me to be."

It was the choker Nathan had gotten her. He was sure of it. But, the effect didn't seem to leave when she took it off for short periods of clock time. Nathan spent time studying it one morning when she was in the rain shower. There was nothing out of the average. And Emily, without being able to offer explanation herself, couldn't seem to go anywhere without it displayed proudly on her cervix.

But he wasn't complaining. At all.

Nathan returned from work on Friday to a blonde greeting him at the door.

"How do you like it ?"Emily asked, smiling at him. She turned around so he could see from all sides."I got my hair dyed when you were at workplace today. I thought it'd help me look the office of your bimbo girlfriend a little more. From what I remember, you have a thing for blondes."

She looked like a beautiful slut. She was dressed in a tight pinko armored combat vehicle top - a new addition to her press - and yoga pants. Her mamilla were seeable through the fabric.

"Oh hell,"Nathan said, tossing his pelage and horseshoe haphazardly on the ground."I need you mightily now."

Emily giggled as Nathan led her to the bathroom. She practically skipped the hale way there. And, as Nathan tossed her onto the bed, she said,"I've been thinking about this all day. I just have this need for you to love me."

Nathan kissed her pink lips."I'm more than happy to oblige."

He moved his hand up to her chest and began to slowly caress her breasts, paying special care to lightly vellicate her nipples. Emily began to squirm in delight. Nathan could sense her hired man fumbling with his knock, finally able-bodied to unzip his denim and slide them off. She began to stroke his tool through his boxers as Nathan kissed her.

He grabbed the incline of her yoga pants, pulling them down her legs and off, into a belittled pile on the floor. He smiled up at her."No step-in again, I see."

Emily giggled."I just didn't think I could wait that long to have you inside of me."

Nathan climbed between her pegleg. He lined his cock up with her already wet pussy and slowly began to push it in.

"Oh, fuck !"Emily cried out.

Nathan grabbed her hips as he began to lunge in to her. He glanced down at his lady friend and saw her smiling face and her vacant expression, framed perfectly by her light-haired hair's-breadth.

He began thrusting harder, and Emily grew louder."Oh yeah. shag my snatch. seduce me your dirty little slut."

Nathan moved one of his hands to roughly fondle at her breasts as he continued to fuck her. He pinched her nipple slightly, then started running his fingerbreadth through her tomentum. She looked like the perfect little bimbo, lying there and smiling as she took his shaft deep in her pussy.

Emily wrapped her peg around him, crying out,"Oh ! firmly ! I'm close !"

With a few Thomas More jabbing, Nathan felt Emily's torso tense, then she let out a pant. Her legs squeezed him as she orgasmed, closing her eye and moaning out in pleasure.

She brushed a few strands of tomentum out of her optic, and smiled up at Nathan."Now, how about you let me suck you off,"she said, breathing heavily.

Nathan got off the bed and she followed, quickly falling to her human knee and taking his dick into her mouthpiece. Her blond head bobbed up and down on his turncock. Nathan ran his finger through her hair, and she allowed herself to be guided by his strong hand.

Her hired hand rubbed his slam in long stroking as she took a gap to look up at Nathan.

"dearest, don't you think I would look sexier for you if I had vainglorious breasts ?"

Nathan almost blew his load there as Emily looked up at him expectantly from her knees.

"I mean, of path. Have you been thinking about this for a while ?"

She smiled up at him."Yes I have. I want to sustain vast titmouse and be a avowedly bimbo slut for you."

Nathan moaned out as she dipped her head and went back to sucking on his cock."I'll make an appointment to fulfil with a doctor today after oeuvre,"he groaned out, already feeling his orgasm approaching.

Emily smiled again at him as he finished in her rima oris."Are you as excited as I am for my new breasts ?"

Nathan nodded and smiled back as he stared down at his blonde girlfriend, kneeling at his feet.

***

"Honey, are you almost ready ? We're going to miss our dinner mental reservation !"Nathan called out, toward their shared bathroom.

"Almost done ! Just putting the coating touches on my makeup !"

Nathan turned and went to go sit down in the aliveness way. He was dressed in dress pants, a white button down, and a blazer.

This was the one downside - if it could be called a downside - to his girlfriend's bimbo transformation. It now took her nearly an hour to get ‘ street make ’. He pulled out his phone and started browsing sports articles.

Nathan looked up as he heard Emily emerge from the bedroom. She was dressed in a short black dress, a product of her press update. It had been two weeks since she had implants put in. She had to buy a turgid number of new rig, as her breasts had gone from a small B to an F cup. Even though the dress was designed with this in mind, it looked almost as if her breasts were trying to escape from the neckline.

Her lips too had gotten injection. They looked Melville Weston Fuller and much more kissable. Especially when coated with that bright pink lip rouge that Emily had grown to have intercourse. The rest of her war paint was perfect too. The eyeliner and eye dark drew attention to her beautiful but rather vacant brown eyes.

She did a minor spin as she entered the elbow room, her hound clicking on the floor."How do I look beloved ?"

Nathan walked up to her and gave her a deep kiss."Very fuckable."

She laughed."That's my preferred compliment, coming from you."

Nathan pulled out his phone and called an uber for the both of them. When the device driver arrived, she stared in awe and jealousy at Emily. He could barely keep his eyes off of her as he drove them to the restaurant, sneaking glances out of the buttocks vista mirror.

The driver let them out right in front of the eating place. He took one last glance at Emily's segmentation before driving off. Arm in arm, her and Nathan walked toward the visualise Italian eatery. Even on their suddenly stumble across the pavement, men couldn't seem to keep their middle off of Emily's body.

Nathan smiled at her, saying,"Everyone wishes they could have you."

She winked back at him."But none of them can fuck me like you do."

The sparkle were dim, setting a somewhat romantic atmosphere. The restaurant was an get date positioning in the city, so it was filled with middle age couplet enjoying their time together. Nathan's name was called, and they were seated in a table in the corner of the restaurant.

It seated four, so Emily took the seat on Nathan's left. The waiter came, and both ordered crank of red wine along with an appetizer.

As soon as the waiter turned to leave, Nathan felt Emily's hand microscope slide up his leg. He looked over at her, and she just smiled as she lightly began to stroke his cock over his pants.

This soon became a secret plan between them, getting easy as they continued to drink More red vino. When the waiter would impart, Emily would begin stroking Nathan subtly under the tabular array. When he returned, or if they started attracting attention, she would contain, feigning cleaning up a wasteweir that got on his leg.

The meal, or so it felt, was over in a blur. Both Nathan and Emily were overcome with lust from their little game. And, as soon as Nathan signed the receipt, he and Emily got up to leave. However, instead of turning toward the doorway, she grabbed his hired man and headed toward the back of the restaurant.

She reached the public convenience, and flashing a diabolic smile at him, opened the threshold to the men's way. There was a single middle-aged man there, also dressed in a mutant coat. He did a twice take as they entered, but Emily paid him little attention.

She threw open the shillyshally room access, pulling Nathan inside with her, and locked it behind them. She dropped to her stifle, quickly undoing his belt and dropping his drawers to the flooring. In one apparent motion, she took nearly his total length into her oral cavity, overcome with lust.

Nathan leaned back against the stall door, moaning out"Oh fuck"as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He ran his fingers through her blond hair.

Emily continued stroking his rooster as she took a break to say,"I just couldn't wait. I needed to receive you. Now."

"I'm ass glad you didn't wait."

Nathan pulled Emily to her feet, grabbing the bottom of her dress and lifting it over her rose hip. He slid her shameful lace panties down to her knees and slowly began rubbing her pussy in lowly R-2. She was already wet, practically dripping onto the floor.

Nathan had Emily bend over, bracing herself against the opposite wall. He grabbed her hips with one hand and aligned his rooster with the other. Then, in one motion, he thrust his cock into her pussy.

Emily couldn't stop herself from crying out in pleasure, partially covering her mouth with one of her manpower. Nathan continued fucking her pussy, reaching one of his hands around to grope at her new F cup breasts.

He began pulling at her tomentum, causing Emily's neck to turn back and allowing him to control the social movement of her soundbox. He began pulling her in an even rhythm, causing her to incite towards him with each thrust.

Nathan let out a small moan as he felt his pleasure building. Emily let out a small cry as well, and Nathan felt her consistence tense up. She cried out softly in pleasure, closing her optic as she orgasmed. Feeling Emily's puss cramp and oppose pushed Nathan over the sharpness, and he came deep into her. He sighed out in delight as they stood there, panting.

Emily turned around, her nerve pure happiness. She kissed Nathan on the back talk before pulling her pantie up and her dress back down. Nathan pulled his own pants back up and adjusted his clothes for a color of decency.

Then, helping hand in hand, they left the restroom together. There were a dyad stares as they crossed the crowded eating house floor, but they made it back outside. Emily looked over at Nathan, and Nathan looked over at Emily, and they both agreed that was the best day of the month night either of them had ever had.

They began walking home - it was relatively short, just about ten minutes. The streets weren't crowded, but there were quite a few match out. One in particular caught Nathan's eye.

It was a man with greying pilus. He looked about fifty, dressed in a suit and tie, with a beautiful cleaning lady on his arm. She was wearing a form-fitting red gown that emphasized her large bosom and hourglass figure. But the object that drew his attention was the velvet opprobrious choker around her neck.

The man caught Nathan's eye and nodded knowingly as they passed .