Bimbotel Ch 01

Left side: 24 years young, strict Christian upbringing, unremarkable shoulder-length hair, always well-behaved -- essential in her job in the hotel business, popular, 5'7'.

But at the same time and therefore on the right side: tomboyish, single, sex? Forever ago, only with her first boyfriend and that was rather disappointing; A-cup.

Anja Bimborstein stared at the sheet of paper in front of her: All the things she had just written down were manageable. But now on the right side, where she had noted down the negative points of her existence so far, adding the word UNEMPLOYED in bold letters was a real blow.

Eight years ago, she had started her apprenticeship at the Hotel Bärenburg under a lovable, if somewhat eccentric, couple named Weiler, who occasionally took time off, then disappeared for a few days without warning, as if they had vanished off the face of the earth. After her training, she had been taken on as an employee, as promised. The hotel had never made much profit, but all the employees always received their wages on time. They weren't very high, but Anja had still managed to put money aside for a rainy day, because she didn't have much of her own and lived rather frugally in an apartment belonging to the hotel.

Then Mrs Weiler had felt constantly unwell for some time, so that the Weilers, who had no children, sold the hotel for health reasons. However, they had not shown a lucky hand in selecting buyers.

The new owners had managed to run the hotel down mercilessly within the last two years. They tried to increase profits by making savings, but the savings led to a decline in service quality. Word got around about the deficiencies, the guests stayed away, and eventually the wages were also unpaid. It was simply a vicious circle. The colleagues looked for new jobs; Anja, who was the last to believe in the turnaround, stayed on board.

Then came the setback: the new owners unsurprisingly filed for bankruptcy, and the hotel closed three weeks later. The young woman had no choice but to take the few personal belongings she kept at the hotel home with her and register with the authorities as unemployed. The building was now for sale, and it was even possible that it would be foreclosed. She would be able to keep her head above water for a few months, even if she didn't find a new job quickly, and luckily she also had some unemployment benefits.

Once again, she stared at the sheet in front of her. Was she dividing it correctly to the left and right? Was she setting the right priorities?

Right now, she knew only one thing: she would not ask her parents for advice, at least not yet, because she would prove that she could find her way out of her crisis without their help.

However, she wouldn't worry about it tonight; she had arranged to meet her friend and colleague, or rather ex-colleague Susanne, in town. They would meet at Hemingways, a trendy cocktail bar in the city centre, and get hopelessly drunk. Susi had already left the sinking ship, or rather the hotel, half a year ago and found a job in another hotel, a little further out of town. However, she had been single for two weeks because her boyfriend had left her and was therefore feeling similar frustration to Anja. In the last few months, the two had rarely seen each other, as Susi was quite busy in her new job and had mainly spent her free time with her boyfriend.

Anja waited in front of the bar at 8 o'clock sharp, but it was assumed that Susi would be a little later as usual. For Susi, agreed times were rather rough approximations.

While Anja was waiting in front of the bar, numerous other people went inside, some inconspicuous, others extremely styled. Especially three women, who were also waiting briefly, looked really slutty. All of them were wearing shiny outfits that showed more than they hid, and killer high heels; and that too in the weather, which was much too cold for the season. But of course these sluts would rather catch a bad flu or something else than put on something practical and warm. The main thing was to attract attention at any price. The clearly oldest of them, Anja still estimated her to be under 40 (maybe that was only thanks to a lot of make-up?), was called Mascha, the two younger ones were called Reni and Jessi, that was the bleach blonde with the huge tits, where quite obviously a surgeon had had his hands in the game. Her nipples were clearly visible through the apparently very thin top. The heavy rings in the nipples were also clearly visible. Somehow this chick reminded her of the wife of... of... um, what was the name of that brothel king from Düsseldorf? Or ex-wife, now? Oh well, it wasn't her world anyway, this plingpling, kisses here and kisses there, the constant giggling, all the operations and the stupid behaviour of these stupid turkeys.

Shortly after the women and their companions had entered the bar, Susanne finally arrived. Susi's hair was a little longer than the last time they met and much blonder than before. The two found a free table near Mascha and her annoying entourage, so that they could glance over to them from time to time without attracting attention.

The first cocktails were quickly ordered and drunk almost faster, the suffering of the last few weeks, the two women complained in great detail during this time.

'Do you actually like what you see?' Susi asked suddenly. Anja felt caught, but she had actually only looked to the neighbouring table a few times.

'Nah, not really. Just look at how slutty they all look, it's just not on. They're probably also stupid. No one who can think straight would dress like that.'

'But you look over there a lot.'

'Oh really, can you tell?'

'You'd have to be blind and also wearing opaque sunglasses not to notice. I wouldn't be so glib about saying they're all muddle-headed, maybe they just want to have fun. As it is, they're definitely having more fun than we are at the moment.'

Anja wanted to say something, but then held back. Both sipped their cocktails in silence. It was only when it came to the next round that a conversation resumed. Finally, they ordered a Hellsbells for Anja, Susi ordered Sex on the beach. The cocktails were brought, the 'hell bells' initially caused Anja and Susi to widen their eyes. In a glass that looked like an Erlenmeyer flask and was filled with a creamy white liquid consisting of caramel syrup, Batida de Coco and milk, there was a test tube containing strawberry puree.

That's what she got for ordering a cocktail she had never heard of before and that the waitress had said was best enjoyed on Halloween. Anja looked uncertainly from htheir glasses to Susi and back to her glass. If only she had ordered a drink she already knew.

'And how do I drink this now?' she asked her best friend, seemingly quietly.

'Open your mouth, drink in, mouth closed, then swallow!' laughed a cheerful voice behind her.

Startled, the young hotel manageress turned around and saw: TITS. At the same moment, she already scolded herself for this expression, which did not fit into her vocabulary at all, but these were no longer breasts, these were simply tits -- monster tits.

'You can choose whether you prefer to enjoy your cocktail separately or whether you pour in the strawberry puree, which is the more sensible option,' said the tits, or rather their owner. Anja must have definitely missed the blonde passing by her beforehand and now presumably on her way back from the toilets to her seat.

'And now you can close your mouth again, you could almost think you've never seen tits before.'

'Oh, um, yes, sorry.' Embarrassed and with a bright red head, Anja couldn't say more at that moment. She had to swallow before she had composed herself, then gathered all her courage and said in a firm voice, 'At least not one of such proportions.'

'It's okay, it happens more often with people who see me for the first time. Did you at least understand what I said about the cocktail?'

'No, sorry, I was probably too distracted, after all, you don't see breasts like that every day.'

Susi laughed inappropriately loud and Jessi with her.

'Usually I always hear something like that from guys,' Jessi continued, 'followed by the question of whether they can touch them.'

'Are they allowed to?'

'Come on, what kind of question is that? I'm not going to let just any old donkey touch them just because he's never touched silicone boobs before.'

'I think I would like to try, too,' Anja said quietly and bashfully.

'Go on, don't be shy!'

Anja gently poked Jessi's breasts with her index finger and was amazed at how firm they were. When Jessi assured her that they were not balloons about to burst, Anja put her whole hand on Jessi's breasts.

'You can grab them harder if you want -- how does it feel?'

'Definitely different from mine.'

The young hotel manager looked down with a disappointed expression and said in a hoarse voice,

'I have almost nothing, at least nothing remotely comparable.'

Meanwhile, Jessi had elegantly moved in her high heel boots, fetched her drink from her previous seat and sat down at the table with the two friends without being asked.

'You seem to be quite distressed about it, have you ever thought about having it done?'

'To look like you? No, that's not for me! A little more wouldn't be bad, but Mother Nature just didn't mean well with me. I have to accept that now, besides, I'm still much too young to have to help it along. Besides, I couldn't afford it anyway. It's totally expensive.'

'What do you mean, too young? I think I'm younger than you. It's not a question of age, but of how you feel and what you expect of yourself and your future.'

The three of them talked for a while longer until Jessi realised it was time to go, as the Triple-L Club, where she and her companions wanted to go tonight, would be opening soon. But she hadn't forgotten to invite Anja and Susi to her place the next evening so that they could continue their conversation. Susi and Anja stayed in the bar for a while, and finally Susi came back to what had happened earlier that evening:

'Do you still think our new friend is stupid?'

'New friend is a bit of an exaggeration, and as for being stupid, I have to admit that pleasant exceptions only confirm the rule. I'm curious to see what else Jessi wants to tell us tomorrow night.'

Later, back at home and far from sober in bed, Anja had a rather restless night and dreamt of her encounter with Jessi. In her dream, she merged with Jessi into one person. Her facial features and her mind remained. But as she looked down at herself, her breasts grew larger and larger until they had first reached the gigantic proportions of Jessi's tits and then exceeded them. Black bones grew down from her heels, forming into the ultra-high heels of a pair of shoes that she had never worn before, but which she could walk in with ease, because now they were part of her body. The nails on her index, middle, ring and little fingers grew and became long, pointed claws that were instantly regenerated as soon as one of them broke off. Her thumbs transformed into phallus-shaped objects, but she could still use them to grasp things.

Above all, she felt incredibly sexy and desirable. Her hands moved down her body until her thumbs met her wet slit. One of the thumbs immediately penetrated her, almost by itself, but also sucked into her vagina.

Like the Indian deity Shiva, another pair of arms suddenly appeared, growing out of her shoulder blades, just like the first, and instead of her nose, a trunk grew like Ganesha. With the additional pair of arms and the trunk, she was able to caress herself everywhere at the same time, on the inside of her thighs as well as on her oversized breasts, which proved to be extremely sensitive and easily aroused. She also felt something at her back entrance; she sensed more than she knew that the trunk was trying to penetrate her there. Anja, however, sensed that she also enjoyed this very much and found it extremely arousing.

Never before had she felt the way she felt today, never before had she had a dream that was about nothing but her body and her sexual sensations. She remained trapped in this dream and it seemed to her that this overwhelming excitement caused her to leak.

Although she was asleep, she was seized by a tremendous orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced before. But instead of coming down again through this orgasm, her sensations were intensified when she had the impression that she was observing herself as if in a mirror. She not only saw her huge breasts from above, but she could also see how she would appear to others.

In this dream, she found her appearance highly erotic; men must find these breasts an invitation, and this thought also made her horny. Again she worked her vagina, dripping with moisture, with both thumbs and enjoyed being impaled from behind by the trunk.

Before she could reach the next climax, however, she was rudely awakened by the terrible shrillness of the doorbell. The ringing had long since ceased when Anja was finally fully awake. The young woman's first conscious sensation that morning was the wetness in her bed, which made her realise that she hadn't dreamt everything. Along with that, however, another realisation also dawned. Her man-murdering monster boobs, that expression just occurred to her, were gone. She had never made anything out of having only small breasts. But now, after the short conversation with this Jessi the night before and the dream at night, she was totally disappointed to be as flat-chested as ever.

Jessi hadn't been unappealing, and Anja was looking forward to talking to her, certain that she could give her tips on what to do about her physical 'inadequacies'.

At the meeting in the evening, she would definitely dress as sexy as possible to at least prove that she was not completely averse to the pleasures of life. The plan for the day was still to meet Susi at Hemingways for a drink an hour earlier. The two wanted to drink a little courage with a cocktail there and then go to the den of the lioness Jessi together.

The search for a sexy outfit in her wardrobe proved extremely difficult, because there was nothing with which the newly unemployed could really attract the attention of guys. Ultimately, she opted for a grey satin blouse, light-coloured jeans and the highest pair of shoes in her wardrobe, but the heels didn't go higher than 6 cm. But she could dance the night away in these shoes, something the chicks in their high heels definitely couldn't do. Chicks? Hadn't she just been thinking about maybe becoming one herself? Well, no matter, the choice of words from the last few years couldn't be banished from her brain that quickly.

To Anja's first surprise, Susi even showed up on time at Hemingway's today. The second surprise was that Susi had also put a lot more effort into looking sexy today. Although her style was far from what had attracted Jessi, Reni and Mascha the night before, Susanne's appearance was a quantum leap compared to Anja. She wore her hair in a ponytail, large hoop earrings, dark eye shadow and her lips were just as bright red as her fingernails. She also wore a tight red T-shirt with a plunging neckline, tight blue jeans and red patent leather pumps with estimated 10cm heels.

'Well, you've dressed up,' Anja greeted her friend with a smile.

'Compared to what you're about to see at Jessi and her family's, my outfit could be described as extremely stuffy, even though they probably didn't dress up as much as they did yesterday. But you can't exactly be said to have put a lot of thought into your outfit.'

'Yes, but I just don't have anything more exciting in my closet. It's probably time to clean it out and make room for new things.'

'But making room alone is not enough, you also have to get something new to go with it. You actually had enough time today to start right away.'

'I thought about it, but then I gave up and thought I'd wait until tonight, maybe Jessi and Reni have a few tips and suggestions for me.'

Susanne's jaw dropped. She took a few deep breaths:

'Tips and suggestions from Jessi and Reni. Did I just hear that right or are you serious? It's practically like landing on another planet. Like a starfish crawling out of the water to learn to fly.'

'I'm sure of it, Susanne,' Anja replied and told Susi about her dream the previous night. She realised that she was getting wet in the crotch again while Susi listened to her spellbound and was aroused by Anja's story herself.