Chapter 4: True Bimbo Nature
It had been like, a week or so since I think I had transformed into a busty bimbo? I was still unsure but I didn't worry too much about it as I like, just kept getting fucked and loved it so much. My apartment became my like, own personal sex den where I like, invited studs over to like, pleasure me and fulfill my every desire. I have never felt so alive, so desired, and so beautiful. I took long, lingering showers, soaping my like, perfect curves and traced my fingers over my swollen breasts, feeling my nipples pebble under my touch.
I let my mind wander to the previous days of sexual conquests, and like, fantasies of the ones yet to come. Each day was like a new adventure, a chance to like, discover myself and my own limits (and believe me, those limits seemed to expand further each day). The world was like, my playground and I was it's naughty bimbo, ready and willing to like, take on every challenge and conquest that came my way.
I didn't care if I was seen as like, an airhead or a ditz, as long as I was able to indulge in my one true passion - sex. I have to admit, it felt a little weird sometimes, like I was like, living in a dream world of lust and pleasure where everything seemed surreal. But in the end, I decided that I didn't care. I was living my life by my like, own rules and no one could stop me.
Each and every encounter was like, so hot and steamy that I was addicted to the feeling of a hard cock spraying it's yummy goodness in me. I loved the way their muscles flexed as they like, pushed themselves in and out of my dripping wet pussy or my tight asshole. I loved the feeling of power, of being the one in control of the situation, of like, having these gorgeous men bent to my will.
I was like, miss independent, a woman who didn't need love, who didn't need commitments. I just needed like, endless pleasure. I didn't want to be held down by like, societal norms or expectations. I wasn't like, interested in finding love or starting a family. I mean, who needs like, romance when you can have a never-ending parade of hot and hunky men to satisfy your every desire?
As I like, emerged from the shower, I could feel the water droplets rolling down my perfect, tanned skin. I like, squealed in delight as I ran my fingers over my hips and down to my like, big round ass.
I admired my like, reflection in the mirror, traced my fingers over the curves of my tits and down my flat stomach. I couldn't believe how like, sexy I had become. I mean, sure, I had always been like, attractive but now, I was like a walking wet dream. Everywhere I went, heads turned and men (and some women) couldn't help but stare at me. I loved the attention, I loved the like, feeling of being desired.
My life had become like, one long, endless orgasm.