The Gift: Bimbo Stories

The office floor sparkled with glitter knocked loose from the decorations hanging overhead. Julie loitered off to the side watching the others make merry fools of themselves while she waited for Matt to return. She hated going to her husband’s end of the year Christmas party. Matt’s coworkers were all the same dull oafs. Their wives were vapid, uninteresting clods. Of the twenty five employees and their spouses, Julie didn’t consider a single couple to be friends. Despite this, they all welcomed her with cheerful smiles and half drunken hugs. The women always wanted to talk to her about children. Apparently, she had reached the age where the primary purpose of her life was to act as a host for parasitical versions of herself and Matt. Julie could think of nothing less interesting than other people’s children. They had their first day of school or they made the dance team or they finally got diagnosed with the flavor of the month learning disorder that explained away all the shitty parenting. Julie didn’t care about any of it. She liked to discuss art and politics. She never backed away from controversial topics and often had to be reigned in when one of the oafs shot off about something he clearly didn’t know enough about.

Matt returned with two whiskey sours in his hands. “I spoke with George at the bar. That’s Tina’s husband. Turns out they joined our gym a few months back. We may catch them for a game of tennis or something one day.”

Julie gave him a baleful look. “Really? George and Tina?”

Her husband smiled patiently, “Tina handles some of the larger accounts of our older clients. When they pass away, those accounts are broken up for post mortem distribution and usually the heirs like to leave the money with us. When that happens, the accounts get splintered off. We play tennis with George and Tina, and I’m at the top of the list when the time comes.”

Julie shrugged in acquiescence. As much as she loathed the drones of Matt’s office, her husband maintained a zen approach. When pressed, he would admit he didn’t care for most of them, but he did have friends in his workplace. Julie envied that about her husband. She’d never been approachable due to not wanting to be approached, but Matt had an affability she rarely saw in others. It attracted her to him in the first place. Though he was cloistered off with her in the corner as the rest of the party rallied on, he could easily have stepped out into the room and quickly commanded everyone’s attention. The ability helped him advance rapidly and earn the favor of the firm’s owner. “Oh, it’s Martin, he said he wasn’t going to make it tonight.”

The name made Julie perk up. She didn’t like Martin any more than the rest, but his wife Beth could at least hold a conversation about something other than children. Julie’s heart sunk as the other couple approached. Martin looked the same as ever for the most part. He looked a bit more fit and he’d gotten more sun. Julie assumed they’d gone on a beach vacation to escape the winter doldrums. Beth, on the other hand, looked like an entirely different person. Julie wouldn’t have recognized her had she not been at Martin’s side. The Beth Julie knew was a prim woman with a slender figure. The Beth that walked towards her was the opposite. Beth wore a candy cane striped dress that looked to be made of latex. It clung to her body and left no secrets. Though tasteless, this wouldn’t have been an ill fitted outfit on the old Beth, but the new Beth had a body designed for something else entirely. From the front, Julie could see the other woman’s ass jiggling from side to side. Most of the rest of the room noticed it as well with the men watching her like hawks and the women having harsh whispers under their breath. The obscenity of her jiggling rear was outpaced by the bulge of cleavage created by two massive breasts. One hop would have set both of the woman’s jugs free. But perhaps most disappointing of all, the dress bulged a final time over Beth’s stomach. Julie judged her to be about four months along.

Martin shook Matt’s hand with a broad grin on his face. “Hiya, Matt, didn’t think we’d make it, but Beth was sure determined.”

Matt was also uncharacteristically speechless at the sight of his friend’s wife. “Oh, well, sure glad you did. Honey, you remember Beth and Martin, right?”

“Of course she does!” Beth exclaimed in a dripping sweet voice. “We had the best time chatting last year! I’m so glad to see you again!” Beth lunged forward and pulled Julie into a hug, squashing her engorged breasts against Julie’s small chest.

“Nice to see you too,” Julie said through a pained smile. “You two look fantastic.”

“Oh, we just got back from a trip to the islands. You wouldn’t believe how clear the water is. You could put a book down under the water, stand up, and still read the damn thing. We were there for seven days, and I think we slept inside maybe one night. You guys just have to go. I can give you the name of the place we stayed and all that.”

Matt nodded along, “That’d be appreciated. We try to take a trip some time in January, once the holidays have calmed down.”

“Speaking of the holidays, that’s why Beth was so keen to come tonight,” Martin nudged his wife who was watching him intently.

Beth perked up like a startled rabbit, “Right! I got you something, Julie. Well, I got one for all the gals, but you can open yours now.” She reached into a bag hanging from her arm and pulled out small jewelry box wrapped in red ribbon. “Go on then.”

Julie couldn’t suppress her wince as she took the gift. The ribbon came away easily, and she pulled off the top to reveal a rather gaudy silver bracelet. “Oh, it’s so nice.”

“They’re special balance bands. I’ve been wearing mine for months. They make you feel so much better. You won’t believe it. Here I’ll help you put it on.” Beth grabbed the band from Julie and quickly snapped it on her wrist. Julie thought the clasp looked a little extreme and wondered how to get it off.

“I know it sounds like nonsense,” Martin added, “but you won’t believe the difference in her mood.” He nudged Matt in the ribs, and Julie frowned at the implication.

“Thank you so much,” Julie said. “That’s so nice of you.”

“It’s my pleasure. Oh, hon, we need to go hand these out,” Beth said as she spun in a waddle. “Don’t worry you two, we’ll swing back around and get caught up.”

The two of them walked away leaving Matt and Julie rather stunned. Julie turned to her husband immediately and said, “This thing goes in the trash the minute we leave. Before it turns my wrist green.”

Julie suffered through the rest of the party by hiding in a corner for most of it. Matt distracted anyone from his reclusive wife by becoming the life of the party. He and Martin eventually led the whole room in a song. Julie kept drinking, finding a new bond with the bartender. When it was finally time to go, she was drunk enough to at least be nice in her goodbyes. They arrived home and were both too exhausted to do anything other than strip down to their underwear and climb into bed. Matt did venture a playful grab at her breasts, but Julie could only respond with a giggle and a kiss before falling asleep. She began to dream, having entirely forgotten about the bracelet on her wrist.

Julie woke the next morning to the sound of Matt moving around the bedroom. “Hmm? Where are you going? It’s Saturday.”

She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder. He kissed her forehead, “Made plans with a few of the guys, remember? We’re heading out to the country to shoot or hunt or something. I don’t really know, to be honest. Should be back some time this afternoon.”

Julie murmured a goodbye eager to get back to sleep. She heard Matt close the front door and her mind slowly turned over the previous night. Something is missing, she thought. It dawned on her that she didn’t feel hungover. She remembered spending the latter half of the evening drinking like a fish. She’d definitely been drunk when she fell asleep. Yet, as sleep slipped away from her, she could feel nothing out of place with her body. Her head was clear, and she didn’t feel the fatigue of dehydration. Not even her mouth was dry. In fact, she felt better than she had in years. Sitting up, she felt the bracelet slide against her wrist. She held it up and examined the area. “There’s no way,” she said aloud. For a moment, she considered taking it off, but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.

After stretching, she started her day. Normally she would wear pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt around the house, but today she thought she’d try something different. She loved the way some of her nighties felt against her skin, but only had occasion to wear them when Matt wanted a little more build up to sex, which was rare. Browsing through her dresser, she picked a sheer teddy and a pink, lace thong. After taking a long, hot shower, she pulled the delicate garments on and relished in the feel of the soft fabric against her skin. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was happy to see her lily white bottom accented perfectly by the soft pink color. Her rosy nipples showed through the sheer top as it showed off the curve of her pert breasts. Curiously, she thought her boobs looked a little bigger. After a few minutes of playing with them, she decided they had grown considerably from the last time she paid them any attention. She hoped Matt had noticed more quickly than she had.

Julie spent most of her free time reading. She went to the living room with the intention of snuggling on the couch and spending the day thumbing through one of her old favorites. As she sat down and cracked open the novel, she immediately started to have a headache. She scrunched her eyes together to try and drive away the pain, but each word she read only made it worse. Maybe my eyes are strained or something. She put the book down and the pain went away. As she thought about it, reading seemed silly. What do I need to read for? I already know lots of stuff. I could watch some tv maybe. I think there’s a…what’s the word? The boring kind of movie where everything is true.

When she wasn’t reading, Julie liked to learn through documentaries, but as she fumbled with the television remote, the word continued to elude her. Once she managed to get the television on, after chastising herself for being stupid several times, she flipped through the channels hoping to come across a documentary which would help her remember the word. Eventually, she landed on a show about pretty women who seemed to complain and fight with one another. Ooo, it’s a marathon too! Julie’s eyes glassed over as she watched the reality show. Hours passed before she snapped out of it. She was finally shaken when one of the women on the show came in with a boob job. The sight made her remember her own boobs.

Examining herself again, she discovered that her top had gotten tighter since she put it on that morning. And that wasn’t all. She’d not noticed since she’d been sitting on it, but her ass felt bigger as she stood up. The pink thong had been all but swallowed by her thick ass cheeks. Even her pussy lips had puffed up and pushed around the thong, making it more of a G-string. These boobies aren’t big enough though. Matt deserves real big boobies. Ones he could shove his cock between until he cums on my face. The thought shocked her. For their whole relationship, Julie maintained strict rules, one being that Matt would never demean her like that. That was something bimbos did to belittle themselves. Or so she had thought. Matt argued that couples did things with one another to be intimate and satisfy each other. For some, he’d argued, cumming on a face was hot and worth doing to give the couple happiness. Julie had no intention of allowing it, but as she rubbed her tits through the top again, she warmed to the idea of her husband’s cum splashing on her cheeks and dripping from her chin.

The women on the television were still talking, and it was about sex. Julie listened intently.

“Oh you know. When you’re excited, your breasts swell a little. I read all about it. In old times, it helped you attract a mate,” one woman with bleached blonde hair said.

“Well good then. Men can go ahead and know that I’m excited all the time,” the boob job replied.

That’s it! Julies thought. I knew I was forgetting something. Boobs get bigger when you fuck someone. With a new purpose, she hopped off the couch and went to her office. The sight of all her business paperwork made her wrinkle her nose. She cleaned off the desk, moving all that boring stuff into a pile in a corner. Then she sat down in her chair and pulled up the internet. Julie had never in her life searched for pornography on the internet. Still thinking about her argument with Matt about facials, she typed in “cumming on face” and was rewarded with wide variety of choices. Choosing one title “Best Facial Compilation,” she moved her hands to her tits and tried to make a mental note of how big they felt in her hands. She knew she needed to remember the measurement so afterward she could judge if any growth had happened.

The screen loaded, and Julie’s eyes widened as the camera showed a girl with a pretty face from a high angle. The girl stuck her tongue out while still managing to smile, but in the foreground was the real prize. Julie envied the girl and felt her own mouth watering as she watched the thick cock get stroked slowly by its owners hand. After a few seconds, white cum sprayed from the cock and landed on the girl’s tongue. Another jet splashed across the girl’s eye and down her cheek. Julie leaned back and let her hand slip down between her legs. She pulled the thin garment aside and found it soaked with her own arousal. The scene changed to a different girl straddling a man’s legs as she jerked him off while alternating sliding her tongue up his shaft. As cum started to erupt from the stiff cock, Julie pushed her fingers into her hot pussy.

Her mind floated in a wash of pleasurable hormones. She imagined her face in place of the girls on the screen and each of the cocks belonging to Matt. How could I have been so wrong? Of course my husband should cum on my face or my tits or my ass. He should really cream in my pussy the most though. She pulled at her nipples through the teddy while her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. Her breathing picked up pace, and her stomach started to flutter. She lowered her palm to rub against her clit. With a final, rough squeeze of her breast, orgasm broke over her body. Her thighs quivered and her body shook as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The moment subsided, and she caught her breath. Julie kept watching the scene on the monitor, but when one of the scenes had the man cum on a girl’s breasts, she remembered her own. It worked! Joyously, she pulled down her top and freed her swollen breasts. She couldn’t properly judge, but by her best guess they were triple the size of what they had been. The enormous jugs hung out from her chest with a perfect shape tipped with her familiar rosy nipples. I’ll have to buy new bras. Or maybe not. Why should I? These fat titties don’t sag at all, and Matt will want to have easy access to them. I think they’re big enough to keep him happy, but I bet they could be bigger. I need to keep finger fucking myself, and I’ll have titties as big as Beth’s soon. Oh, wait! Beth let Martin put a baby in her. That makes your boobies really big! How else can I be a good little bimbo wife if I don’t let Matt cum in my pussy and get me knocked up! Duh!

Julie was quite proud of herself for figuring out her problems. She squeezed her boobs and leaned back in her office chair. This time she decided to use her left hand. She frowned as the cold metal of the bracelet touched her trimmed bush. Deciding to wait to play with herself, she headed back to the shower with a razor in hand. She knew she would have to crane her neck to see over her chest in order to shave, but she also knew that a good bimbo had a bald pussy for her husband.

Matt arrived home in the middle of the afternoon. He’d changed clothes after leaving the field, but he’d not showered. His body smelled strongly of sweat and musk. Though usually unnoticed, the scent rapidly filled the house and infiltrated Julie’s senses. She bounced out of the bedroom to greet him. Matt’s jaw dropped when he saw her. “Oh! Matty, I’m so happy you’re home! You left me here all day to be lonely!” Matt couldn’t believe his eyes. His wife looked as though she’d had a artist redraw her as a pinup girl. Julie still wore the teddy, but it did little other than cling to her middle, no longer able to cover her E cup breasts. The massive tits wobbled and bounced as she ran out to greet her husband, but they were not the only spectacle on display. She twirled in front of him and her ass jiggled behind her, begging to be played with. “Like what you see?”

“You look amazing. I can’t even understand how.”

“Oh you’d be so proud of me! I spent almost the whole day playing with myself. I watched all these lucky girls have fat cocks cum on their faces and titties.” She took him by the hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. His scent was driving her wild and she was ashamed to waste so much time talking at him. It wasn’t proper for a while to prattle at her man when he just walked in the door. She was too slow to offer him her slick pussy and she didn’t want him to get angry at her. As they entered the bedroom, she climbed up on the bed and rolled onto her back. Her tits jiggled into a picturesque position as she spread her legs to show off her bald pussy. “Well, what are you waiting for? Have I been a bad girl? Do I not get to be fucked?”

“Jesus, Julie, this is a little overwhelming. I didn’t think it would happen this fast.” His hesitations aside, his cock had never been harder. He would be shocked if any man couldn’t cum on command just from looking at the new version of his wife.

“Oh! That reminds me,” she blurted out in her honey sweet voice. “I’ve been such a bad bimbo for so long. I keep taking those awful pills, but I threw them all away!”

“Your pills? Your birth control?”

She nodded excitedly. “Now you can fill me up with your spunk and I can make a baby for you. But you have to promise that a little bulge in my belly won’t make you want to have sex with me less. I read on the internet. Well, not read. I found a super helpful video. It told me that pregnant woman need to be fucked every single day or their husbands will get cranky. Oh and my titties will get even bigger, too!”

“That sounds fucking awesome, sweetie,” Matt said with a grin. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall down, his cock springing out as stiff as a board. “Now, tell me what you want me to do with this.”

Julie was conflicted. “Oooo, I want to feel it rub on my face until it squirts hot cum on my cheeks, but I think you better put it in my pussy.”

“You mean, here?” he moved forward between her legs and let his cock push against her puffy lips. It slid with ease along her slit, coating his cock in her juices.

“Of course silly, but you have to put it inside. Getting your sticky cum all over my pussy lips won’t get a baby in me.”

“So, inside of you, like…this,” he moved his hips forward and the head of his cock pushed inside of her. Julie moaned and started to shake from head to toe. She hadn’t realized all day how much she needed a real, thick cock inside of her. She couldn’t respond, but grunted and whimpered as inch after inch of Matt’s cock slid into her. “You like that, my bimbo wife?” She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Matt lowered his head to nuzzle her heavy tits. His mouth opened and he sucked on her nipples, drawing circles around the buds with his tongue and making her pussy clench with pleasure. He could feel the walls of her vagina massaging his cock, encouraging him to go deeper with each stroke.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me like the slut I am. I’ve been such a bad girl, not letting you fuck me all the time.”

Matt grunted and pawed at her breasts. “If you really want a baby in you, you need to get on all fours and let me fuck you doggy style.”

“Oh yeah, but I have to take your cock out to get in the right position!” With much regret, she let him back away from her. She turned over and arched her ass up at him.

Matt moved closer and took handfuls of her big ass. His cock slid back inside her with ease and she sighed in relief. “That’s right. This is how I want to see you waiting for me every day. I’m going to come home and immediately fuck you either in here or over the couch. And I’ll slap your ass if you’re a good girl. Keep your arms up so those tits jiggle when I fuck your brains out.”

“Oh yes! Slap my big round ass, Matt! Fuck me like your bimbo!” He slammed into her again and again. Each stroke made the world seem simpler. His rough hands on her ass made her tingle all over. As his strokes grew more erratic, she felt him slide a finger between her ass cheeks and gently prod her asshole. She didn’t want to bring it up yet, but she really wanted to feel him in her ass too. They would have time for that, she hoped.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.

“Yes! Oh yes, Matt, cum inside me. Please, please cum inside me. I’ve been a good girl.” Matt hunched over her, grabbing handfuls of her breasts as he shoved his cock in to the hilt. He erupted inside of her, spraying his seed deep into her womb. He felt her body shake and tremble against him as her own orgasm rocked through her body. Wave after wave of cum emptied into her until it started leaking out around his cock. With one final slap of her ass, leaving a red hand print, he let his cock slip out of her. She immediately pushed her legs together and rolled onto her back. “I gotta keep it inside me until it has a chance to knock me up. Oh, Matt? Can we do a facial after dinner? I really want to feel your hot cum on my face.”

“Anything for you, Julie,” he said with a grin and headed to the shower.

—

Later that evening, Matt was reclining on the couch when his phone rang.

“Martin, I was meaning to call you,” he answered. “— oh yeah, it worked great. It’s fucking amazing. I thought it would take months or something, but she was good to go when I got home. — No, she hasn’t wanted to take it off yet. — Seriously? Well, yeah, if you’re cool with it, I would love to have Beth visit for a few days. How come you can spare her? — A male version? Does it… — Muscle growth, but what about? — longer and more often, huh? Not to sound ungrateful, but you try it first — I will. I can’t thank you enough.”

He hung up the phone. “That was Martin. How do you feel about Beth coming to stay with us a few days? She’s really eager to see the new you?”

Julie pulled her mouth off her husband’s cock and licked her lips. “Only if you fuck her like you fuck me. We need to be proper hosts.”

Matt grinned and lowered her head back to his swollen dick. “I thought you’d say that. Now keep going. You’re about to get your present.”

Julie bobbed her head up and down until she felt his cock throbbing once again. She pulled her mouth off and opened wide, using her tongue to tease the head of his cock. Matt grunted and a rope of cum sprayed across Julie’s face. It felt warm and sticky, just like she’d hoped.