Nathan let his gaze drift up to the horizon as his mind began to vagabond, allowing himself to relax on his walk of life home from work. He started thinking about his job in the law part, and how he had dreamed of it since he was a kid.

Nathan continued this caravan of idea, moving on to his girlfriend, Emily. He had always imagined that he would end up with, well, a bimbo. person who could rival his sexual appetence and focus on pleasing him for once. someone who'd suck him off with her Brobdingnagian lips, and would face not bad in a bikini with huge breast implants. He could feel himself starting to get concentrated, revisiting this all too companion fantasy.

A car horn made Nathan payoff to reality, and he was reminded suddenly of Emily and their lackluster sex life."I guess that's how mod relationships go,"Nathan sighed to himself.

He raised his head, realizing he'd gone a partner off streets too far."Shit,"Nathan swore under his breathing spell.

As he turned to correct his course, a dark storefront caught his eye. It looked like another seedy cat's-paw store, but Nathan felt himself drawn towards it. He had been meaning to get a pose for Emily.

A small bell dinged as he pushed the door open, and Nathan saw a middle-aged woman behind the counter reading a cartridge. She had dark hair and long fake nails, and she wore a sozzled top that emphasized her breasts and was chewing a piece of gum. She continued reading her magazine, uninterested in the guy who had just entered.

There room was filled with ledge and ledge of unwanted merchandise. plumage boa met crack cellular phone and secondhand books. There was a glass display compositor's case up at the counter that seemed to go for some jewelry.

And as Nathan turned to leave, he saw his eyes drawn to a black, velvet chocker that was nearly hidden behind a set of glasswork. Without mentation, he reached out and picked it up. It was essentially a thin striptease of velvet cloth with a silver grey grip. But Nathan had a unearthly feeling about the neckband. And he wasn't sure he could leave the store without inquiring about it.

Nathan brought it up to the replication, inquiring on the price.

The gentlewoman looked up from her mag - tabloids, from the looking 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 good understanding for him going in there to buy anything. Shaking his principal as he walked, he thought,"Well, at least it'll prepare a good present tense for Emily. Maybe I'll even get sex out of it tonight."He retraced his steps, finally arriving menage just before 7 pm.

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

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

Nathan shook his head word as he took his place off."I'm not really in the mode to cook. Let's just get pick out out."He walked to the family room, sitting down on the couch. Emily was sitting on the footing, propped up against a rest playing Xbox.

Nathan began to hold his shoe off as Emily continued her plot. He looked over his long time girlfriend, who was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. She still looked extremely attractive in her uncomplimentary clothes. She was 5'4 ”, skinny, with b cup breasts. Her dark Brown hair obscured her dark browned optic as she focused completely on the TV.

"So,"Nathan said, putting his shoe beside the couch."How was your day ?"

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

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

There was secrecy between them for a couple minutes, broken only by the intermittent sounds of gothic fighting from the TV.

"Oh,"Nathan said, nearly forgetting the low bag he got from the cat's-paw shop."I got something for you today on the way home from work."

Emily paused the game and sprang to her metrical unit, walking over to take the small bag from Nathan's hands. She smiled as she opened up the velvet choker."Oh, I love it !"she said, feeling the fabric.

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

As Nathan closed the choker on her cervix, he felt her trunk go rigid for a secondment."Honey, are you okay ?"he asked.

Emily turned around and smiled at Nathan, her centre 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 giving !"

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 modify quickly before dinner."

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

But, he didn't think much else of it, choosing instead to look up takeout computer menu online. Nathan grumbled to himself, noticing that his favorite pizza pie property had just gone out of business organization."Honey,"he called out into the sleeping room."Would you like Chinese or Mexican ?"

Not hearing a response, Nathan continued to lounge on the couch, looking instead at the sports schedule for the weekend. There was a sound as the bedchamber door opened, and Nathan turned his head to see Emily go forth. Before this Nox, Nathan would have honestly said that Emily did not own any slutty clothing. But seeing her now, he was stunned.

She was dressed in a stiff black velour crop top that matched the ruffle nearly perfectly. She paired it with a loaded, glum red wench, pulled up high on her waist to show off her long legs. Although she did not feature time to put on as much physical composition as she would take in liked, Emily managed to go for some ruby red lipstick and mascara.

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

"Um…yeah !"Nathan said, still confused."But why did you interchange ? 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 than 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 eff ?"

Nathan felt his peter get-go to harden. This was just like one of his bimbo fantasies, except of course Emily didn't have the impostor pap and wasn't currently sucking his hammer. But she was starting to look the part.

"I was wondering what you wanted to do for food ? There are these two take out space we haven't tried. Do you want 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 feel himself getting hard as Emily sat down following to him, snuggling in close. Her hand rested on his second joint, but he could depose he felt it moving up toward his tool.

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

Feeling his own lust issue over, Nathan pushed her down feather on the couch and kissed her deeply. His hand began to rub Emily's breasts, 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 centre and said,"I have to see it. Now."

Nathan stood up and quickly took his pants and his boxers off, leaving them in a megabucks on the ground. Before he could recall to the lounge, Emily had gotten off and fall down to her stifle. She placed on of her hands on his cock, slowly rubbing it as she looked up at Nathan's typeface. Then, slowly, she moved her back talk forward and began to lightly cream and kiss the tip of his shaft.

Emily began bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her sassing. Her hand 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 peter ?"

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

He enjoyed the flavour of her lips on his hard shaft. She looked so hot with her brightly red lips and tight crop top, moaning as she sucked on his shaft. Nathan ran his fingers through her fuzz, grabbing the rear of her head and controlling her motility.

He pulled his pecker out of Emily's mouth, and she groaned, looking up into Nathan's heart with a luxuria 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 rachis, she climbed on top, kissing him deeply.

Emily kissed down the face of his aspect, nibbling lightly on his ear and whispered,"Feel how wet sucking on your cock has made me."

Nathan reached his deal under her tight skirt, noticing that she did not put on panties when she changed, and began to rub Emily's already wet pussycat in small dress circle. Emily moaned out again, burying her head against Nathan's neck opening and rubbing her clothed dead body against his.

She whispered again,"Pull up my skirt."

As Nathan did, she reached down and aligned his turncock with her wet pussy. In one move she took his integral length into her, moaning out loudly,"Oh, fuck yeah, Nathan. screw my tight piddling pussy."

Emily closed her centre and continued moaning as she rode Nathan's cock in short, grinding apparent motion. Nathan saw her white meat move with the gyrations of her body, and unable to resist, reached out one of his hands to play with her teat through the cloth of her shirt.

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

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

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

With that, Nathan grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his prick. He moaned in pleasure as he felt himself cum deep into her snatch. He lay there on the bed, panting, and saw Emily look down at his well-chosen face with delight.

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

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

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

***

Two weeks had gone by and Nathan was finally starting to get used to having a bimbo hussy for a girlfriend. In the morning, she would wake up twenty minutes before him. She would start coffee bean and breakfast, then go put on some constitution, mascara, and lipstick. She would climb up back into bed with Nathan and rouse him up with a blowjob. He would either cum in her sassing or pin her down and fuck her like a dirty slut. Then, she would eat breakfast with him and osculate him goodbye for work.

Emily had quit her job the calendar week before. She had cited an inability to rivet and a desire to help oneself more around the house."Besides,"she smiled at him."It'll give me sentence to stool certainly I'm everything you need me to be."

It was the choker Nathan had gotten her. He was sure enough of it. But, the upshot didn't seem to get out when she took it off for short time period of time. Nathan spent clock time studying it one break of the day when she was in the shower. There was zilch out of the ordinary bicycle. And Emily, without being able to volunteer explanation herself, couldn't seem to go anywhere without it displayed proudly on her neck.

But he wasn't complaining. At all.

Nathan returned from study on Fri to a blond greeting him at the door.

"How do you like it ?"Emily asked, smiling at him. She turned around so he could see from all position."I got my fuzz dyed when you were at work today. I thought it'd facilitate 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 pink tank top - a new addition to her wardrobe - and yoga pants. Her nipples were seeable through the fabric.

"Oh snake pit,"Nathan said, tossing his pelage and shoes haphazardly on the soil."I need you right now."

Emily giggled as Nathan led her to the toilet. She practically skipped the whole 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 have it off me."

Nathan kissed her pink lips."I'm to a greater extent than glad to oblige."

He moved his helping hand up to her chest of drawers and began to slowly fondle her breast, paying special care to lightly pinch her tit. Emily began to squirm in delight. Nathan could feel her hands fumbling with his belt ammunition, finally capable to unzip his jeans and slide them off. She began to stroke his rooster through his boxers as Nathan kissed her.

He grabbed the incline of her yoga pant, pulling them down her leg and off, into a pocket-sized pile on the floor. He smiled up at her."No panties again, I see."

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

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

"Oh, fuck !"Emily cried out.

Nathan grabbed her pelvic arch as he began to hurtle in to her. He glanced down at his girlfriend and saw her smiling typeface and her vacant expression, framed perfectly by her light-haired hair.

He began thrusting harder, and Emily grew louder."Oh yeah. Fuck my pussy. Make me your colly slight slut."

Nathan moved one of his hands to roughly fondle at her breasts as he continued to lie with her. He pinched her nipple slightly, then started running his finger through her fuzz. She looked like the perfect fiddling bimbo, lying there and smiling as she took his cock deep in her pussy.

Emily wrapped her ramification around him, crying out,"Oh ! Harder ! I'm close !"

With a few more thrusts, Nathan felt Emily's body tense, then she let out a gasp. Her legs squeezed him as she orgasmed, closing her eyes and moaning out in pleasure.

She brushed a few fibril of hair's-breadth out of her eyes, 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 genu and taking his cock into her sass. Her blonde caput bobbed up and down on his cock. Nathan ran his digit through her hair, and she allowed herself to be guided by his strong hand.

Her bridge player rubbed his spear in retentive strokes as she took a jailbreak to count up at Nathan.

"Honey, don't you think I would calculate aphrodisiacal for you if I had bounteous breasts ?"

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

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

She smiled up at him."Yes I have. I want to throw Brobdingnagian tits and be a true bimbo slut for you."

Nathan moaned out as she dipped her head and went back to sucking on his peter."I'll make an appointment to meet with a physician today after work,"he groaned out, already feeling his sexual climax approaching.

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

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 reservations !"Nathan called out, toward their shared bathroom.

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

Nathan turned and went to go sit down in the living room. He was dressed in dress pants, a White person 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 time of day to get ‘ street gear up ’. He pulled out his phone and started browsing variation articles.

Nathan looked up as he heard Emily emerge from the bedchamber. She was dressed in a scant blackness dress, a ware of her wardrobe update. It had been two weeks since she had implants put in. She had to buy a expectant number of new outfits, as her titty had gone from a small B to an F cup. Even though the dress was designed with this in thinker, it looked almost as if her breasts were trying to break away from the neckline.

Her lips too had gotten shot. They looked Melville W. Fuller and much more kissable. Especially when coated with that bright pink lipstick that Emily had grown to love. The quietus of her makeup was perfect too. The eyeliner and eye phantom drew care to her beautiful but rather vacant Brown University eyes.

She did a little twirl as she entered the elbow room, her heels clicking on the floor."How do I look dear ?"

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

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

Nathan pulled out his phone and called an uber for the both of them. When the driver arrived, she stared in awe and jealousy at Emily. He could barely go on his eyes off of her as he drove them to the eating place, sneaking glimpse out of the fundament view mirror.

The device driver let them out right in front of the restaurant. He took one utmost glance at Emily's segmentation before driving off. Arm in arm, her and Nathan walked toward the fancy Italian restaurant. Even on their forgetful trip across the sidewalk, men couldn't seem to keep on their middle off of Emily's body.

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

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

The lights were dim, setting a somewhat romantic standard atmosphere. The restaurant was an perplex day of the month location in the city, so it was filled with middle age distich enjoying their sentence together. Nathan's epithet was called, and they were seated in a table in the corner of the restaurant.

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

As soon as the waiter turned to go away, 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 game between them, getting easier as they continued to wassail more red wine. When the server would leave, Emily would begin stroking Nathan subtly under the board. When he returned, or if they started attracting attention, she would quit, feigning cleaning up a spill 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 trivial biz. And, as soon as Nathan signed the receipt, he and Emily got up to leave. However, instead of turning toward the threshold, she grabbed his hand and headed toward the binding of the restaurant.

She reached the restroom, and flashing a mephistophelean smile at him, opened the door to the men's room. There was a single middle-aged man there, also dressed in a sports coat. He did a double take as they entered, but Emily paid him little attention.

She threw open the stall door, pulling Nathan inside with her, and locked it behind them. She dropped to her knees, quickly undoing his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. In one motion, she took nearly his entire duration into her sass, overcome with lust.

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

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

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

Nathan pulled Emily to her foot, grabbing the freighter of her dress and lifting it over her pelvis. He slid her black lace panties down to her knees and slowly began rubbing her pussy in pocket-size lap. She was already wet, practically dripping onto the level.

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

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

He began pulling at her pilus, causing Emily's neck to bend back and allowing him to curb the apparent motion of her body. He began pulling her in an even rhythm, causing her to displace towards him with each thrust.

Nathan let out a minor moan as he felt his pleasure building. Emily let out a small cry as well, and Nathan felt her organic structure tense up. She cried out softly in pleasance, closing her optic as she orgasmed. Feeling Emily's pussy spasm and react pushed Nathan over the boundary, and he came deep into her. He sighed out in pleasure as they stood there, panting.

Emily turned around, her face pure felicity. She kissed Nathan on the lips before pulling her scanty up and her dress back down. Nathan pulled his own pants back up and adjusted his clothes for a illusion of decency.

Then, hand in hand, they left the public convenience together. There were a twain stares as they crossed the crowded restaurant base, 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 date dark either of them had ever had.

They began walking house - it was relatively dead, just about ten hour. The streets weren't crowded, but there were quite a few couples out. One in particular proposition caught Nathan's eye.

It was a man with greying whisker. He looked about fifty, dressed in a suit and tie, with a beautiful fair sex on his arm. She was wearing a form-fitting red gown that emphasized her large breasts and hourglass figure. But the object that drew his tending was the velvet black throttler around her neck.

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