Bimbo By Design: Bimbofication Erotica by Laces Sally

Author:Laces, Sally [Laces, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-11T00:00:00+00:00

Marcus laughed. “No no, it’s still Mandi. You like the sound of it, right?”

“hmm… ‘Mandi’! Yeah, I do!”

“Great. Now, Mandi… what do you know?”

It was a far reaching question. The girl didn’t ask for clarification. She tilted her head up, biting her lower lip, looking at the ceiling.

“Um… I’m Mandi. I’m 26 years old, I live uptown, I work in a bank… Yeah.”

“And what do you hate?”

She tilted her head to the other side, still looking at the ceiling, focused on the question.

She giggled, shrugging her lithe shoulders. “I don’t hate anything!”

Of course not, thought Marcus.

“And what do you like?”

She blushed a bit. Apparently, the answer to this question came quickly.

“I don’t think I should say,” she replied, batting her eyelashes with a coquettish looked.

“You like clothes, right? Perhaps you’d like to try some on?”

“Oooh, Alright!” Marcus nodded toward the closet, and she swept over toward it. As she passed, she grabbed his arm.

“That wasn’t what I was thinking of though,” she cooed into his ear, hand quickly drifting down to brush over his cock.

Marcus blushed and watched her enter the closet, then close it. Inside, she’d find an array of outfits he’d picked out for this occasion. It was an experiment of sorts - what would a newly blanked mind choose to wear?

While he waited, he should have done work. There were progress reports to fill out, data files to process, gloating emails to send to the colleagues who’d doubted him. Yet he felt glued to the spot, unable to move, harder than he’d been in his entire life.

Minutes or perhaps hours later - Marcus had lost track of time completely - Mandi emerged. Marcus’ jaw hit the floor again.

“Is this right?” She asked. She had the green dress on correctly, although one of the thin straps was hanging off her shoulder. The only issue was that it barely fit her. Her massive tits were pushing the top of the dress nearly off her body, her diamond-hard nipples poking through the fabric. The slitted bottom showed off the full, rounded side of her asscheek, and stopped a bare inch short of displaying her pussy.

“I have other sizes,” offered Marcus, feeling sweat beginning to stain the underside of his collar.

“This is the one I want,” said Mandi, with the confidence of someone who knew nothing of society’s slut-shaming.

“Then it’s yours.”

Mandi squeaked and threw out her arms, wearing the happiest, most carefree smile Marcus had ever seen in her life. He heard the clip of heels against the floor - apparently Mandi had changed her shoes as well. Marcus was too transfixed on her vivid eyes to look down and see what they were.

She was on him in an instant, her pale arms wrapped around his back, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her front directly against his.

“I like this,” she whispered into his shirt, gently moving her face up and down against his collar.

“Like what?” Asked Marcus.

She sniffed. “Your smell!” Mandi pulled her hair back a few inches and pulled the fabric toward her.

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