Codex: BXBI: I

By Kotep (http://kotep.xyz/)

A temporary bimbo transformation drug enters the market. Chris’s girlfriend tries it out in front of him. Explicit.

Chris’s girlfriend had found out about his fetish. He felt terrible. But what made him feel worse was that Tess wanted to try it out.

Now objectively, this was a great thing. After hours of watching girls high out of their minds and swollen up on B or bim-bips or BXBI, Chris was finally going to see it in real life.

But just listening to Tess talk about how they would approach tonight responsibly sent all sorts of guilty knots through his stomach. Tess was slim, with a strong air that made her seem to take up more space than she really did. She wouldn’t be out of place in one of those videos he watched. The girls usually started out safely cute, even a little tomboyish, like her. If you were making a video, you wanted to show off the change, you know? Same reason why they weren’t usually blonde already like she was, with her short head of hay-blonde hair.

Maybe the problem was that he loved her. He’d tried explaining that he didn’t need this sort of thing from her, that she was already enough to make him happy. She hadn’t believed him. At least, she hadn’t believed that he wouldn’t enjoy this.

“So I looked up BXBI to see the dosage,” she continued.

Chris grasped the inside of his pockets and looked out the window of their apartment. Just hearing Tess say the name of the drug upset him. It was something he heard in porn, not from her.

“What I got is way more than enough. If it works out for us, we’ve got a whole month of fun,” she said. She shook the bottle of BXBI pills and stifled what sounded like a giggle.

He recognized that sound. Chris lifted his head to look at Tess. She was biting her lip and visibly holding back laughter. Tess had to be playing a prank on him with this. His anxiety wouldn’t accept any other explanation. He said, “You didn’t already–”

Tess let out her giggle. “I took some in the car. It’s acting kinda fast though. Supposed to take thirty minutes but it’s been only like, twenty,” she said.

Fuck. Chris had wanted to convince her not to take it. To watch a few videos together with him, instead of taking things as far as they could go on the first night. She was feeling the first giddy blush of being a bimbo already. Chris wasn’t sure how he felt.

“Look, maybe we should just stick you in the bedroom and let you ride it out,” he said. “You don’t want to do something you’ll regret while you’re high.”

Tess pushed a handwritten piece of paper into Chris’s hands. It read: “Limits: No permanent alterations (i.e. tattoos), just the two of us, no taking pictures, no other drugs.” On the bottom, Tess had signed it.

“Anything you want to add?” she asked.

Damn, she had planned this whole thing out. She’d even written that sheet out in advance. Chris set the paper down. “I don’t want to do this. It’s kind of a...corruption thing...”

Tess rolled her eyes. “And what, you think I’m too pure and delicate for a little fun? Just give it a chance, you–oh!” Her eyes went wide and her shoulders stiffened.

Chris was sweating. He should be enjoying this. He was going to regret enjoying this. He was going to regret not enjoying this more. Tess’s chest pushed at her shirt, making the fabric shift in short spurts. The videos always made it look smooth, but in real life, without a spandex shirt, the fabric slipped and stopped and wiggled, then stretched and slipped again. What was the same was the weight, the way that her chest tugged her shirt down, pulling the neckline with it. The size, too, how her breasts seemed to occupy more of the width of her chest, how gap of her cleavage shrank bit by bit.

“Do you know what it feels like?” Tess asked. Chris stared. She didn’t look the same with larger breasts. They softened her; they took away from her strong shoulders.

Tess giggled and dragged her fingers down over her shirt. The fabric desperately stretched over her chest, but as hard as the shirt pushed, her chest pushed back harder. She was up two cup sizes by now. Her cheeks were flushed light pink.

“It’s like honey-sugar-cinnamon,” she said. “It’s warm and sticky, but then sometimes it feels almost like something firm, like crunching a mouthful of sugar, and then when it hits your skin, it tingles.”

Chris’s mind answered before his conscience stopped him. “BXBI is silicone-based, that’s why it feels the way it does.”

Tess licked her lips. “Come on, tell me what’s going to happen.”

The core body was the first to feel the effects, followed by the head, then the extremities. Some people tuned out after the tits, but not Chris. He could watch a girl changing all the way through. So why did it feel so strange to see this now, in real life?

Chris shook his head. “No,” he said, “we need to get you somewhere safe. If you’ve got a vibrator...”

She grasped the bottom of her shirt and tossed it over her head. Her pale-blue bra squeezed the underside of her breasts. They were perky, forced upward by the bra, and yet they looked wrong on Tess’s frame. They didn’t look like hers, like they were fake. And in the sense of being pumped up with silicone, they were fake.

“Get this bra off me,” Tess said. She lowered her voice, but her natural pitch was rising, so she only sounded more sultry than before.

Chris shook his head again. Below Tess’s bust, her stomach gently pinched in, like someone had just lightly squeezed her sides. Or like a corset, tucking her waist inward. He’d never had a single problem with Tess’s weight, but he had to admit, a slimmer body highlighted her hips and the natural curve of her abdomen more.

“Chris! Get this fucking bra off!” Tess groped at her back, trying to grab the clasp. Her skin had turned pink where the straps dug into her sides and her back. She turned his back toward him, shoulders hunched, leaning forward.

Chris was stunned for a moment. This was another thing that never came up in his videos. They must have used tear-away bras that were meant to rip off. He stepped up and wrapped a finger around the clasp, but it was pulled too tight to come undone. He tried tugging the straps. Tess groaned, and not in a pleasant way. Chris was blushing violently. He was embarrassed about enjoying this, about not enjoying this, about ruining the mood because he was incompetent with bras. He grabbed the scissors from the kitchen counter. With two snips, Tess was free.

Tess breathed in deep relief. Chris lifted off the remains of her bra.

He grimaced and said, “Sorry, I know it was your favorite.”

Tess shrugged. The motion jostled her breasts together. They wobbled slightly, but kept their rounded shape. For a moment they parted, then met with a small bounce and a sharp breath of surprise from Tess.

Tess’s breasts didn’t look like they belonged to her. They were heavy and they jutted out proudly. They sagged only slightly, like they made one concession to the fact of gravity, to make up for their otherwise taut look. As she moved, she brushed her arms against the sides of her breasts, then squeaked and wrapped one arm around her chest to cradle them. They were more tender than she had expected. From her elbow to her fingertips, she just barely managed to cover the front of her chest. They weren’t quite as large as her head, but the size wasn’t that far off.

“It’s cool. Think we can go shopping for a new one?” she asked. “Like, I really wanna go to the...mall.” Tess’s eager expression softened in surprise, then returned bright as ever. “Wow! It’s so easy to talk like that I didn’t even notice it, but it’s like, this little teeny warm feeling in my head,” she said.

If she was starting to get high off the BXBI, Chris didn’t have a lot of time left to reason with her.

“I really appreciate that you want to do this for me, but I think you should just wait it out in the bedroom. I’ll go to a sex store, get you anything you want,” he offered.

Tess rubbed the underside of her bare belly, with only the slightest natural bulge to it. Her expression slowly glazed over. “It’s dripping down, down, down...and it’s so warm and it’s getting all over my insides.” She reached out and wrapped her arms around Chris’s neck. “I want you,” she told him.

Chris’s hands instinctively went to her hips. Her skin was soft. She shivered eagerly. Her body was warm, the way she felt warm on winter mornings, when they both stayed beneath the sheets and tried to see how long they could hold each other before they had to get up and eat.

Now her hips were softer, letting his fingers sink in slightly. They curved so that his hands slipped toward her ass. They guided the eye up and down, inviting anyone who looked to stare all they wanted. Even if her hips didn’t feel familiar, he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his hands up and down her sides.

Tess pressed her chest against Chris. Her breasts gave way, but they weren’t soft. They squeezed, but they kept their shape. Though they flattened against his chest, pressure from inside kept them rounded as they grew. These weren’t his girlfriend’s breasts, but they were ideal fake tits. They’d really pop in a bikini, or a tank top, or strapless dress. As thoughts thoughts crossed his mind, Chris felt embarrassed and excited in equal measure.

“I thought you liked fake boobs,” Tess said, pouting to tease him. “Betcha I can’t say a cute me-so-silky–mesosillyco-jenny-sis.”

Acute mesosilicogenesis, ‘the temporary development of silicone within specific adipose tissue’, was one of the hallmarks of BXBI. Chris knew it, but he didn’t say it. Tess didn’t need encouragement. She was having fun, but Chris couldn’t tell if this was an act for him, or if she was really enjoying it.

“Tess, you’re embarrassing yourself.” Chris’s cheeks blushed violently.

Tess smiled. Her lips were plush and so kissable that it took conscious effort from Chris not to. “There’s no one here but you, me, and your cock,” she said.

She paused a moment, then laughed out loud.

“Ohmigawd, that’s so dirty! Like, does it really make you do that?” She got a thoughtful look on her face. Her eyes trailed down from Chris’s anxious brow and pursed lips, down to his chest–and her own, as her deep silicone-engorged cleavage was shoved up against him.

“These are my...tits,” Tess said. She snickered. “Titties! Boooo-bs. The smart word doesn’t even, like come out in my head.”

All of that guilt that Chris had forced down every time he watched a video of a girl going bimbo, all of it swelled back up in his chest. He was anxious and horny and a little upset. He wrapped his arm around Tess and tugged her, trying to be gentle but firm.

“I don’t care what you say, I’m going to make sure you ride out this thing safely,” he said.

Tess’s lips swelled and pulled the skin taut. From the glisten on her lips, she’d put on lip balm in the car. It was supposed to be good for your first time; it let your lips grow more freely. Her lower lip was rounded, curling outward as it grew, getting closer to her chin. Her upper lip swelled out, rounded too. At the top it pinched in slightly, following the upper contour of her lips. Still, the shape was stretched out into rounded, plush excess. The plumpness of her lips forced them to stand out from her face. They were a plump O, parted lightly in the middle.

A lisp whispered among Tess’s words. They were thick enough to make moving them to speak challenging. “These are really...uh, they feel really good,” she cooed. Her voice was higher still; she squeaked a little, with a bubbly, energetic tone. She pressed two of her fingers against her lower lip and made a soft sound of delight. With the same two fingers, she rubbed along her lips. A shudder ran through the great pillows of her chest and the thick handrests of her hips.

Her fingers slipped into her mouth; her eyes fluttered. She slid them in and out, experimenting with the motions. With Chris’s arm around her, he could feel when a particular press or push of her tongue made her shudder or made her tense her back.

“Please, stop doing that with your lips,” he said. He didn’t want Tess to get distracted already. At the same time, he was worried she might get a kick out of being ordered around as a bimbo.

Tess popped her fingers out of her lips with a wet splop.

“They’re cock-sucking lips, get it right. Woah, hee hee, now that’s dirty!” she chuckled. “But it’s like...umm. I wanna tell you how my lips feel but it’s hard without knowing, y’know, good words.”

Chris gulped to wet his throat. He pushed Tess toward the bedroom as she babbled in her new, glittery voice.

“But, umm. You know when you’ve been standing up for so long? And it’s like, you really wanna lie down? So then you lie down in bed and it feels good no matter how you do it? Like just doing it’s the best thing ever right now? That’s how it feels. I bet it’d feel so much better with the real thing though,” Tess said.

Her hand slipped toward his crotch. Chris turned to keep her from grasping it. He didn’t need her to know that he was getting hard. He was already upset that Tess was going through this for him. She didn’t need to! He wasn’t getting off on this. He just needed to keep telling himself that. Maybe that would make it true.

He pushed Tess into their bedroom and stood in the doorway. She took a few steps to catch her balance. With a hazy, distracted look in her eyes, she grabbed her pants, unbuttoned them, and pushed them down. When she leaned over, her breasts swung down beneath her and bounced together briefly. They held their shape, even when she was bent over. Mesosilicogenesis, Chris thought. Big, fake porn star tits out of nowhere. That’s what they were. Tess kicked off her pants and stood up straight. For a moment, her breasts kept moving. They bounced upward as she straightened, then jiggled back into their proper place. Her breasts turned any motion she made into a sexual display.

Tess’s lips, swollen to a tender and vulgar size, drew in Chris’s eyes when he looked at her. She stared straight ahead as she pressed two fingers between her lips. Her lips curled inward as she sucked. By the motion of her throat, she was keeping a slow rhythm. Her eyes went unfocused and her fingers disappeared up to her thumb.

Chris should have closed the door. He stood in the doorway, watching. Tess’s stomach was no longer flat. Instead of the tucked, nearly anorexic look, she had a gentle bit of tone to her belly, like she took care of her body. Like she exercised her hips every day. Like she spent all her time grinding on–

Stop it. Stop thinking about it.

Tess’s eyebrows perked and she pulled her hand from her mouth slowly. “Wow. It’s like...all I could think about were my lips. It’s not not thinking, it’s like, my focus is all weird,” she said.

Tess turned and walked to her dresser. Even from behind, the outer edges of Tess’s breasts were visible. They were simply that big. Like her stomach, her back was gently toned, though not to any athletic extent. She probably couldn’t even play beach volleyball, the semi-official sport of bimbos. What mattered was that her back was strong enough to hold her chest up.

Chris let his gaze drift lower. He had already felt Tess’s soft ass, but seeing it all as one, ass and hips and waist, made it clear just how wide her hips had gotten. They were as wide across as her breasts were, like a line drawn straight down from the side of one tit would just graze across the side of her hips. Her body had a carnal symmetry.

“Ugh.” Tess exhaled so sharply, he could see her rolling her eyes. “This makeup is lame,” she said. “And it’s weird, cause it’s my makeup, y’know? I know why I bought it.”

Chris did too. Tess never liked to get dressed up. He didn’t mind. It was nice having a cute, low-maintenance girlfriend.

“Chris.” Tess’s tone was gentle, but serious. She looked up at him, pursing her obscene lips. “When I’m back, you gotta get me to dress up and stuff.”

For the first time, it crossed Chris’s mind that Tess’s tomboyish, unconcerned look might not have been intentional. He’d fallen in love with her like that, but hadn’t considered that it wasn’t the way she always wanted to look. Maybe she wanted to be prettier and more sexual. Maybe that was why she was doing this. Maybe he didn’t need to blame himself.

Tess stood up and turned around. She’d made do with what was in her makeup drawer, adding a sexual edge to the lip gloss and running eyeliner in thicker, more confident strokes around her eyes. Her usual light, natural look wouldn’t match the way she looked now. Her eyeliner was dark and flared at the corners to complement her thick mascara, while her mild blue eyeshadow added a bit more contrast. Her lip gloss only had a light pink tint, but with a couple applications, she’d reached a peachy-pink with a candy gloss shine.

“Make me go shopping, and like, take me to a salon, kay? I’m telling you cause I’m way super shy about–oop!” Tess moved to take a step, and her heel missed the ground entirely and she tipped forward.

Chris rushed forward, arms out. Tess was heavier than he remembered. He caught her, arms under her shoulders. Her hands clung to his hips. She dropped to her knees in front of him.

BXBI could shorten the achilles heel in up to twenty-five percent of individuals, the Wikipedia entry in his mind told him. He couldn’t remember if Tess owned any pairs of heels she could wear for now. He glanced down at her. She was fidgeting quietly around his waist. His belt buckle jingled.

“Tess!”

Tess sat back, her hands on his thighs, looking up at him. She giggled. “Gawd, it’s like a big test and I gotta be ready so I can’t stop thinking about it. Like, it’s just there, and it doesn’t go away and it gets worse and worse. Like, I look at you and I can’t stop thinking about how you’ve got a cock and why I’m not doing anything with it.”

She licked her lips. Chris had so many opportunities to turn away and shut the door, but the way Tess made it sound, it was like he’d be hurting her if he left her alone. Damn it. His body definitely appreciated what was going on, but he still felt guilty about liking this.

While Chris was distracted with his moral conflict, Tess tugged down his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It swung up, heavy and warm and warmed further by her touch. Chris had words formed, but they melted when Tess’s lips parted and her tongue moved and the feeling of her overstuffed lips, her cocksuckers, enveloped him.

Her mouth knocked the wind from his lungs. Tess had given him head before, but this was different. Her lips was soft and tight and clung to his cock. Every time she pulled back, they tugged back along with her. They were so plush and glossy-smooth that he almost thought they might still be growing. Even just at their current size, Chris couldn’t deny it. Tess’s mouth was made for fucking. Sure, she could use them for other things, but her lips right now were sexual objects first and foremost.

Tess lifted her eyes and looked up at Chris. BXBI brought out blue pigmentation, but her eyes were already a drab, cloudy grey-blue. They lightened from the inside out, like little icy blue crystals. Even though the lustre of her irises made her look vacant, a cheeky twinkle still remained in her eyes. That playful look was just so Tess.

Tess’s tongue did things Chris had never known. It twisted around his shaft, it curled and slurped and danced along his skin. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock. She let go of the base of his cock and let her lips slide down until her forehead touched his stomach.

Every inch of the way, she was sucking like it was her life’s work, like her whole worth lay in oral. He watched her shoulders and back tense, her thick, rounded ass rising and falling. He couldn’t see her breasts, but god, could he feel them. They sunk against his thighs, squeezing together, jostling for space between his legs.

Tess rose back, then sunk down onto his shaft again and again. Each time, the warmth was deeper, her throat pulling tighter, her sucking more desperate.

Chris’s head throbbed. He felt weak in his knees and his stomach churned. His lower half seized and he felt a hot, sharp ache rise through him. His cock throbbed once, then spilled his load into Tess’s waiting mouth. She kept bobbing, an automatic motion, until the last spurt had left.

Tess slid off with a wet pop. She knelt on the floor, vapid eyes wide, cocksucking lips hanging open.

“Ohmigawd,” she said. Her voice had a vacant cadence, breathy and almost dizzy, like she was trying to remember a dream.

Chris was blushing again. “I couldn’t stop–”

“Ohmigawd, ohmigawd. Cum is amayyzing,” Tess said. “It’s so, like, hot and wet and it goes down so easy and it tastes like cock which is super delicious anyway.”

Tess dragged her finger across her lips, wiping up the small bit of cum that had spilled out. She slipped her finger into her mouth. With her other hand, she rubbed along her thighs and over her puffy mound.

“It’s...gawd, I can’t stop thinking about cum now! It’s all warm down my throat and in my belly. And there’s like, so many different tastes, when it first comes and the last drops and when it’s fresh and when it’s sticky. Ohmigawd I sound like such a slut, right?” she asked.

Tess licked her lips. Her fingers pushed between her folds. She ground her hips against her hand, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open.

“I just,” she said between gasps, “fucking love...cum!”

A small splash of liquid fell to the carpet from between her fingers. Tess slumped against the side of the bed, red-cheeked. Even though Chris and Tess had always enjoyed sex, Chris had never seen her squirt before. It was too overtly sexual for Tess. This whole thing was too overt. The guilt rushed back in.

“Ooh,” Tess cooed. “I think it’s gonna, like, do my brain now.”

Chris had to clear his throat before speaking. “I think it’s already done that.”

Tess looked as thoughtful as she could, working her finger around a lock of her hair. “You sure? It’s tingly and stuff up there.”

“Your–it’s your hair,” he said.

Tess furrowed her brow and pouted. Then she saw the lighter strands of hair wrapped around her finger, and realization washed over her face. “Ohhh. I thought it wasn’t gonna do anything, since I’m like, already blonde.”

BXBI could take a raven-haired brunette and leave them honey blonde. Tess already was blonde, but that wasn’t stopping the drug. Her hair was already lighter at the roots. Chris got to watch the familiar way that it trickled out toward the tips of Tess’s hair. The color leeched out of each strand. Her hair was pale, light, almost silvery. Platinum blonde fit the perfectly-fake BXBI look.

Tess scratched at her scalp and chuckled. “It’s like tingly shampoo,” she said. Tess shook out her hair, and each time it swayed, it swung back longer, reaching down further. The same process that bleached it also tamed its natural unruliness, leaving it softer and smoother and easier to style. By the time she’d shaken out her impeccably straight locks, they nearly reached to her ass.

“I’m gonna have like, so much fun with this,” she said. She rose from beside the bed and walked, carefully on her tiptoes, to the mirror. She turned her head from side to side, grasping big handfuls of her amiably silky hair. “It’s like when I played with Barbies, but now I’m the doll.”

While Tess tested out pigtails and ponytails in the mirror, Chris sat down on the bed to breathe. So much for locking Tess in the bedroom alone.

“You played with Barbie dolls? That’s not just the BXBI talking?” he asked.

Tess clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes at Chris’s reflection. “Uhh, yeah, I’m like, a tomboy, not a weirdo.”

Tess combed her hair forward with her fingers. It fell down over her face and she left it there while she searched for scissors. She tucked the pair of scissors underneath her bangs, and trimmed them straight across, just above her eyebrows. The tight cut gave her a pop-star look, albeit a faked-up, bimbo one.

“I think I wanna hit a salon,” she said. She let her ass fall to the bed and she bounced in all the ways she shouldn’t have. Her breasts jostled together. Even her lips jiggled slightly. “I wanna get some curls and pink dye and stuff.”

Chris nodded. “I get that doing this is important to you,” Chris said. It had been a bit selfish to think she was only doing this for him. “I want to be here for you, no matter what you’re like.”

Tess smiled as much as her lips would allow and leaned forward. “Wanna call me Titty Doll?” she asked.

“No,” Chris said, gently.

“Fine, but I’m still your titty doll even if you don’t say it!” Tess stuck out her tongue, though it didn’t reach very far beyond her lips. She lifted herself onto the bed and lay back, knees bent, her toes touching the sheets. She normally had a naturally light complexion, but already it looked as if she’d spent some time out in the sun. Her cheeks were warmer and her breasts and belly were tanned.

With her platinum blonde hair carefully cut and her silicone tits sitting on top of her chest, thick enough that she could barely see him without lifting her head, Chris imagined she was a professional porn star. He could see it, too: tiny bikinis, fancy mansions, showing her tits for the camera, giving blowjobs on private planes. None of that was true, but if he didn’t know Tess wasn’t always a bimbo, he could have believed it.

At the same time, she was definitely Tess. Even with her idealized features, he could recognize her, and even with all her inhibitions peeled back, her personality peeked through. She liked to tease him, after all, and that’s what this whole thing had been.

Chris pulled off his shirt. He took a deep breath. He tried to relax. He didn’t, but he climbed next to Tess on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her. The tan made Tess’s skin feel warmer against his, or maybe that was just how excited she was. She curled into his arms and her chest lay against his. A flicker of delight ran through her eyes.

Chris was going to say something about how he knew this was what she wanted and he’d do this for her. He breathed in, and was cut off by Tess giving him a tug against her chest.

“Ohmigawwd, just fuck me,” she whined in her pink bimbo-squeak.

They could talk later.

Chris tried to nestle in against Tess like usual, but no matter which way he moved, her breasts were there, firm, too big to squeeze against. As a compromise, he rolled onto his back, and Tess straddled him, laying on top of him, propped up by her tits like pillows.

His hands were on her hips again and his cock was already hard. As Chris lifted his hips to thrust into Tess, he had to hold back a heavy groan. Reading ‘BXBI can cause genital restructuring’ on the internet was one thing. The unblemished, uniform perfection of a sex toy plus the reality of sex; the tiny motions, the warmth and wetness and clenching muscles and intimacy; that was something else.

Tess rose and fell on Chris’s hips. Her hair bounced in heavy waves. Her breasts wobbled with slow sloshes of silicone. The two of them began separated by just Tess’s breasts, but as Chris found a rhythm and as Tess tucked her knees up by his hips for support, she rose into the air. Soon Tess was sitting up straight, arching her back, showing off for Chris.

There was a name for this position but it escaped Chris. They weren’t ‘doing’ positions. Neither of them could devote enough mental energy to consider anything beyond their own pleasure.

Tess let gravity aid her descent. She fell down over his cock, and he sunk deep into her perfectly-molded pussy. Every inch of her tightened and squeezed and he could see every inch written on her swollen lips and bright, blank eyes.

Every physical sensation screamed utter bimbo, but in Tess’s breathless moans and hungry gasps, he could tell it was her. It was the sort of noise she’d made when they slipped into bed late at night, both exhausted and both horny.

Raw guilt clenched at the bottom of his stomach. Chris used the nervous energy. He arched his hips and held tight to Tess’s waist. She fell down over him and he rose up to meet her. Chris clenched his teeth. Each thrust was ferocious. He focused his anger and tension and pent-up lust into his sex and she let out a pink-tinted squeal.

He was holding onto her too hard. He let go and raised his hands to her chest. She made a stifled, surprised sound and her eyes rolled back.

“G-gawd, more,” she gasped.

He stroked her breasts. He squeezed; the silicone pushing back against his fingers. He rubbed his thumb over her nipples until they were stiff and any touch made her gasp and whimper. Her breasts wanted to bounce free. Each time she fell down over him, they wobbled thickly in his palms. With their fake tightness, they couldn’t slip out of his grasp.

Chris’s vision blurred. His eyelids fluttered and he curled his body. His shoulders pressed back against the bed, his hands holding onto her huge tits, knees bent, heels dug into the sheets.

For a brief time, all he could feel was her weight. Her hips fell with perfect balance, pushing her thighs against his side. The weight of her body came down on top of him, thick and taut, pushing him down against the bed. Her breasts fell against his hands, far overflowing his grip, making his arms ache against their weight.

Every last bit of Tess was made for sex. And he...

Everything came into focus as he orgasmed. His fingers tightened instinctively. Tess’s tits bulged in the spaces between his fingers. Her cocksucking lips were wide open; she was screaming. Her perfectly sculpted pussy clenched. Her muscles shook with strain, and he trembled just like her. Then hot and wet filled the space between them, and it filled Tess, and it kept going.

Tess dragged her tongue over her lips to wet them. She was the first to move, before Chris had even finished. Chris tried to follow her with his eyes, but he couldn’t catch how she switched from pussy to mouth so quickly. BXBI...something...flexibility? He was too exhausted to recall the facts. All he could tell was that Tess was fast, and still hungry for cum.

Tess slipped her lips around him again, working her tongue along his cock, sucking down the last few bursts of cum. She sucked until the last trace of his seed was gone, then pulled free with a plop. As she sat back on the bed, she dipped two fingers into her pussy, then brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, without batting an eye.

“Like, I didn’t even think that my tits would be so...um, like that they’d feel so good. It’s like a tingly thing that goes straight down to my pussy. Gawd, I can’t think of any good words!” She giggled, then shook her head, making her blonde hair shimmer before falling back into its silky straight locks.

Chris didn’t say anything. It had been the best sex he’d had, no contest. He stared at her, panting quietly, not smiling but in quiet adoration.

“So, you wanna get cleaned up in the shower with me?” she asked as she stood up on her tip-toes.

Chris shook his head and tried to dampen his throat with a gulp. “S-sorry, I need some time.”

He couldn’t even see a difference between Tess going into the shower and Tess coming out. Both of them were faked-out, BXBI-doll perfect. He slid into the shower after her, and quietly enjoyed how the bathroom smelled like their sex.

Chris tried to imagine what he’d do with Tess for the rest of the day. The BXBI wouldn’t wear off until the next morning, but he didn’t know if he had the energy to keep pleasing her. Maybe a movie that Tess wouldn’t have trouble following in her distracted state, he thought.

When Chris came out of the bathroom, he found Tess sitting on the bed. She had squeezed into an old tank top of hers that barely fit, leaving her nipples sticking into the fabric. She’d paired some blue tiger-stripe leggings she’d bought for an 80’s-themed party with a denim skirt she hadn’t worn in ages, and was wearing polished black formal shoes with a three-inch heel. Even in the least-coordinated outfit he could imagine, Tess couldn’t help but ooze sexuality.

“What’s up?” he asked. Chris tugged on a new pair of boxers.

Tess smiled coyly. “Well I was thinking like, maybe we could go to the mall?”

“Wasn’t the second thing on your limits ‘just the two of us’? The mall is kind of public,” he said.

Tess huffed theatrically. “Like, I meant no threesomes or anything. I wanna go shopping so I have stuff to wear when I’m all bimboed. Have you seen what I’m wearing?”

Chris hesitated. It was easier to keep a controlled environment here in the house, and there was the question of what he’d do if anyone he knew saw him with this drugged-out bimbo.

“I know just the kinda outfits you li-ike,” she sang.

Chris’s face flushed. She’d found his porn, after all. She’d know all his weaknesses. He’d get to see her in snug tank tops and hip-hugging shorts and plastic heels...

“Okay! Okay, we’ll go to the mall.” Half out of eagerness, half because he didn’t want to hear her keep talking about what she’d found. He was embarrassed enough already.

Tess smiled brightly and hopped to her feet. She teetered forward on her heels, then took a step backward to steady herself. Even three-inch heels weren’t high enough to counteract her shorter tendons. Chris tried not to get too excited thinking about what kinds of shoes she could try on.

“Great! I just gotta grab my purse and stuff,” Tess said, breezing by on her way to the living room.

Chris sighed and rested his head against his dresser for a moment. Even as a bimbo, Tess was clever enough to keep pressing his buttons. No doubt that she was still his girlfriend, no matter how faked-out she was on bimbo drugs.

Tess had just finished scooping her bottle of BXBI into her bag when Chris came out to join her, dressed casually and doing his best to smile.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yep, got everything!” Tess chirped, patting the side of her bag.

She swung her bag onto her shoulder as she followed him out the door. Her fingers slipped into her bag and her fingertips ran around the cap of the BXBI bottle.

Tess couldn’t wait to get to the mall.