Chapter 1: Introduction
"It was like, so unfair!", I thought to myself as I jiggled and shook with every sexy step that I like, took in the lingerie store.
I used to be this like, total hottie guy but here I was stuck as this total bimbo babe, Krystal – and don't even get me started on that name! Ugh! I was Brady, y'know? A real stud! But now, I'm stuck in this lingerie store, modeling the stuff instead of selling it 'cause I'm just like, way too hot for that kinda work. Oh yeah, and the whole panty and bra thing? So not my style, hunni!
I used to to have this like, huge cock that was perfect for totally fucking hot bimbo sluts like me. But like, here I am with this tiny little clit thing that doesn't do anything. It's like, SO not fair! Like, I've got these huge tits and a hot ass, but no way to really use them. And like, I can't even think straight anymore! My brain feels super foggy and all I can think about is sex. Like, literally, I'm always horny and wanting to fuck something.
Ugh - there's this super hot dude who comes into the store sometimes and I swear to god, if I wasn't cursed, I would totally go home with him. Like, I could tell by the way he looks at me that he wants to bone me hard. His eyes get all wide and his mouth goes dry. But like, I'm stuck here with my stupid name and I can't even talk to him well because my brain is just mush now. It's so frustrating!
Anyway, today was like, super busy at the store, and we had this fashion show coming up and I was supposed to walk down the runway wearing some of our hottest lingerie. Like, you know how they say, "the clothes make the man"? Well, in my case, it was like, "the lingerie makes the goddess" but I totally hated wearing panties and bras like I was sayin' earlier. I guess it's like, my bimbo nature is just telling me to be a total bimbo and that underwear is really dumb and stuff.
In fact, sometimes I like, get so fucking horny I would rub my pussy against the counter just to feel good. I mean, I know it's like, totally gross but hey, what can I say? I'm a horny bimbo now and it's just ingr....ingrain......like, in me! It was hard to be this horny and dumb all the time but like, whatever...at least I looked hot and had my own pussy and titties to like, play with whenever I felt like.
Plus, I could still, sorta control my feelings – which made it easier to deal with the changes in my body. Kinda. It's just that like, it was getting tough to not want to get fucked by guys n' like think they really so hot. They would come up to me and ask me about lingerie and stuff and I would like, try to act real smart and all but I would start to check out their junk and they would look at my titties and it just was so tough to not want to suck them off.
It's not like they couldn't notice my big juicy tits too. They were like, bigger than beach balls and still firm but totally real. I was really proud of them too, which I know was kinda weird but like, hey if you got 'em flaunt 'em. And boy, did I ever flaunt them with my short skirts and tight tops, showing off my assets and making sure everyone knew exactly what I was packing underneath.
Sometimes, I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and just stare, thinking about how sexy I was and how if I was Brady and would like, totally fuck this hottie all night long. I mean, wouldn't any guy wanna bang a bodacious babe like me? To take my massive titties and suck on them while they like, squeeze and play with my huge juicy bubble butt? Or maybe, they would love to eat my wet pink pussy until I scream with pleasure?
Thrusting their big....yummy...thick...hard cock into my hungry n' wet cunnie while I squeeze my like, big titties and moan...mmmmmmm....Om my gawd, like, I gotta stop thinking about cocks n' stuff. Like, seriously, I'm gonna freak out if I keep picturing these dudes with their hard dicks sticking right into my juicy, wet pussy. Like, ew! Gross!
But then again, like, I'm such a slutty bimbo now, so it's not that surprising that I'm getting turned on just by imagining those thick, veiny schlongs thrusting deep inside me. Omg, why am I saying that?! It's like, SO wrong, but I can't help it. It's so tough too when all the customers are around and like,
looking at me and whispering shit in each other's ears. I swear, if I didn't need this job, I'd just leave and find another place where nobody knows me.
It's like, a curse or something that won't let me escape this lifestyle. And like, I just can't handle it anymore. Pink stuff, tiny skirts and dresses, make up, long platinum blonde hair, big titties, a big ass, bimbo thoughts n' urges, a bald n' tight pussy...perfect for takin' hard meaty cocks. Mmmh, I bet you wish you could slide that big dick of yours right into my slippery little snatch right now, huh?
Wait.....what? Oh gawd like, I'm losing control again....sorry sweetie...I didn't mean to get you hot and bothered by little old me, giggle. I mean, like, we all get a bit crazy sometimes, ya know? But anyways, back to the story, right? So like, I'm standing there in the middle of the lingerie store, feeling my heart pounding like, really fast. It was like, almost as if I had the whole world on my shoulders. Can you relate to that?
So, I'm staring at myself in the mirror again, touching my boobs and squeezing my booty. Like, I'm checking out my bodacious curves and admiring how far I've come from being ol' Brady. Y'know, back then, I never imagined I'd end up as a sizzling hot bimbo like me. It's like, I woke up one day with this smokin' hot bod and I was like, "WTF?"
Anyways, so there I am like, totally turned on and I'm touching my massive melons and about ready to pull out and suck on my long n' thick nips when my boss walks in. What timing, right?
"Krystal, darling," she says, looking at me with those piercing green eyes that always gave me chills. "Are you playing with yourself again on the floor?", my boss asked me with a stern voice, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Uhhh, well like, no? Hehe", I replied nervously, giving her a shy smile. "I was just uh, you know, practicing to like, show off my sexy body to sell stuff."
My boss stared at me for a second, examining my figure. "Well, Krystal," she said, "You're quite a sight to behold." My boss walked towards me, her heels clicking loudly on the marble floor.
She reached out to touch my skin, tracing her fingers along my arm. I shivered under her gaze, feeling uneasy yet enticed.
"It's just too bad that you are too dumb to use the register and ring up items. The up-sale and add-ons you could achieve. Well at least you bring in more male clients who enjoy watching your hot bod," she chuckled softly. "I'm not complaining though. But honestly, Krystal, you should try to learn how to ring up sales properly. It's not that difficult, you know?"
"Uh, okay," I agreed hesitantly. "I'll try my best.", my thoughts still on my hot erect nips and my drippin' wet pussy.
"Good girl, Krystal. I believe in you. Now, I'm going to teach you something that will help us both." She paused dramatically. "I'll teach you how to use the register, so you can actually sell things. We need to make money, Krystal!"
My heart leaped in excitement. "Really?!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my delight. "Thank you so much! I promise I'll be extra careful!"
She smiled warmly at me. "Of course, sweetheart.
I'm willing to give you a chance," my boss reassured me. "Now, listen carefully as I explain everything about the register system."
With a bright smile, I nodded my head eagerly. "Yes ma'am! I'm all ears and I promise to like, do my best!"
My boss tried to like, show me how to operate the register, pointing out crucial steps and providing helpful tips. I tried my hardest to absorb everything she taught me, even if I was distracted by my like, horny pussy begging to be touched. We spent like, a lonnng time learning about all that stuff and things. She even helped me create a cheat sheet, detailing shortcuts and tricks that would make my job easier.
I was close to getting it, but like, I would look at the numbers and giggle at how the 8 looks like sideways boobies...tee hee. After a while she left me to like, totally try it out on my own. I stood there, nervous as a young lady, like walked up to me to purchase her stuff.
The customer, was a petite and beautiful brunette with bright hazel eyes, smiled kindly at me. "Hi," she greeted, "Can you tell me about this lovely set?" She pointed to a lacy black bra and matching thong displayed prominently at the front of the store.
"Oh, hi!" I stammered, trying to gather my thoughts. "Uh, yeah, um, like, it's this gorgeous lace lingerie set, and like, it's really hot and stuff." I pointed at the tantalizing ensemble, my hand shaking slightly. "And like, it's great for, um, you know, feeling sexy and confident and all that jazz."
The brunette smiled politely, seemingly unphased by my awkwardness. "That sounds wonderful," she responded, her voice soft and soothing. "I'd love to buy it for my girlfriend.
Would you recommend this set for her?" The kind brunette asked me.
"Oh, like, definitely!" I chimed in enthusiastically. "This is like, one of our top sellers and it's, uh, totally awesome for making anyone feel amazing. Plus, like, it's super comfortable and supportive, so she'll be able to rock it all day long if she wants. Plus it's great for like picking up guys with huge cocks to like, fuck you all night long!" I said as I realized I said a word that like, you shouldn't say if you are around girls who aren't bimbos like me.
"Sorry, I meant guys who like, appreciate a woman's beauty and, ya know, all that jazz.", I quickly added.
The brunette seemed like, kinda stunned or something as she looked at me with a confused face.
"Uhm," she hesitated, "That sounded interesting, but I'm not sure if my girlfriend would appreciate that kind of wording. She's a lesbian like me and doesn't...care for that."
"Oh, like, sorry about that!" I blurted out, feeling embarrassed. "I guess I got a bit carried away, you know?" I offered her a friendly smile, hoping to smooth things over. "But like, I totally understand if she's not into that kinda thing but still it's like, really fun and yummy to try it!" I said as I realized that once again my like, dumb bimbo brain said something stupid again.
"Yeah...uhm...maybe I might go someplace else that's less...slutty.", the brunette said to me as she walked away and like, left me totally sad n' stuff.
I couldn't like, help but feel like crap for messing up that sale. Like, I'm not even a good salesperson or nothing. But like, hey, at least I tried, right? So, I continued working on like, ringing up other stuff for people who came in to shop. But even then it was totes awful like, really bad! I mean, I was doing my best but like, ugh, I just kept messing up! I couldn't help but feel like a complete failure and like, oh my gawd, I started crying.
I was sitting there, wiping my tears with my hands, wishing everything could just like, magically change. It was like, so frustrating! I wanted to fix everything, and like, I was just so bummed out that I couldn't even manage to sell a simple piece of lingerie. Like, OMG, I was such a disaster! And worse, I made that nice gal feel uncomfortable and she didn't buy the lingerie for her girlfriend.
My heart broke even more, and it was like, a stabbing pain. I couldn't focus on my job, and like, I was sobbing uncontrollably. At least it was over as my boss tried to like, make me feel good but it was still kinda sad and I just wanted to get home. I had enough for the day but like, I couldn't shake off the feeling of like, letting everyone down. It was like, a weight on my shoulders and I just needed to chill out.
I decided to like, grab some ice cream or some kind of treat. I couldn't remember the last time I enjoyed a tasty dessert. Soon I was home a just giggling along to a new episode of some like, fashion show as I realized none of those skinny girls could hold a candle to my perfectly round tushie and humongous bazookas. It was like, too cute! I was eating my favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream while sitting on my bed, feeling my creamy goodness dripping down my chin and onto my cleavage.
My tongue wagged between my lips, scooping up the droplets as I watched the screen. I found myself like, comparing the models in the show to myself, and I had to admit; I was way hotter! I smiled smugly, licking the spoon clean. I looked at my reflection in the spoon and like, shook as I thought that I saw Brady...and that he was slowly starting to fade away...