November 9th, 2024.
If one was to walk by the Savallis house and hear the sound of scandalous girlish giggles emanating from within, a book club would likely be the last thing that would come to that person's mind. But that was indeed what was happening; 8 milfs sat around in a circle, breasts jiggling in their tight tops as they chatted about the most recent book they were all asked to read.
Though they'd always gravitated toward spicy romance novels (at least that's what they remembered), Lauren had been daring her friends to dive into the deep end and be a bit more adventurous lately. To call their latest novel porn was...perhaps a bit diminishing to its' more nuanced content, but it wasn't an entirely inaccurate description either.
This one had a bit more debauchery than they had read in other books, it involved plenty of bondage, sex toys, and orgies as well as passionate and intimate fucking between the two main characters. Most women their age would perhaps be embarrassed by recommending a book of this sort to their friends and talking about it with them, but these women had nothing to hide or be embarrassed about. They had no reason to be ashamed of their sexuality, many of them even took the derogatory term of Bimbo and owned it. Being a matured woman didn't mean you had to stop wanting to look good or bad to stop being horny forever.
Manicured nails flipped through the pages of the book, the raunchy scenes flashing in each of the Bimbos memories as they reviewed various scenes from it together. Jill giggled as she fanned herself.
"Oh, Lauren, you've outdone yourself. I think you were feeling a little naughty when you recommended us this book! Even for me, the scene between the two of them in the hotel had me blushing." Jill said. The other milfs nodded or hummed in agreement.
"I thought you ladies would like it! The same old same old can get a bit boring at times, so I thought something more adventurous was in order. I haven't read a book that made me this hot under the collar in awhile, so I thought it'd be the perfect thing to spice up book club." Lauren smiled.
"Everything was so detailed and excellently written. I'm normally only into the more intimate scenes, but even the orgy in the palace was extremely hot when placed into the context of the story. Surprisingly sexy!" One of the other milfs said. The Bimbos all twisted in their seats as their memories went wild with what they'd imagined that scene looking like in their head.
This was only a more extreme version of what they'd always been bringing to the book club meetings, it would never occur to them that sharing what was essentially porn with your platonic friends was weird or awkward. Sure, their discussion itself used as much euphemism and metaphor to refer to the scenes of the book as they could, but they all knew what each of them were thinking.
"God, yes! Armando and Gideon both making love to Anna and whispering how she was theirs was sooo hot, it drove me wild. I was such a mess after that." One of the other ladies giggled. It seemed the latest meeting was a success! Perhaps Lauren would get even more adventurous with her picks in the future.
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Grayson was doing okay, surprisingly. Shit had undoubtedly been insane, and her mother's Bimbofication was also incredibly mortifying, but she felt weirdly not too panicked about it all. The body was surprisingly natural, like whatever had changed her had also made acclimating to this body as comfortable as possible. That was definitely kind of freaky.
Grayson was upset about this for sure, but she wasn't going to feel too embarrassed about something that was entirely out of her control. No, she wasn't a girly girl, and she certainly wasn't a damn Bimbo, but people would think what they wanted to think. Her clothes had changed over night, so she wore what she had into public despite all the stares. Not an ideal situation to be sure, but there were worse things than being seen as slutty or being lusted after.
She had already been ridiculed for acting and dressing too much like a boy before, and was also made fun of by men for not being sexy enough, this was only the inverse of that. It was strange, you were going to get judged no matter which direction you went in. That made Grayson feel a bit better about all this
And despite herself, it excited her. Seeing all those eyes on her thighs, her ass, and her abs made her feel good, though she'd never admit it. Some of the guys who hit on her were horrible, but some were really nice and charming. Especially the Himbos. Something about this thing that changed people also gave them incredible charisma. But she didn't blush like Sam, she talked with these Himbos and Bimbos and found that they were surprisingly normal. It seemed that it just made you more social and nice, more relaxed and confident as well.
And it felt good, too. Being in this body. Just walking around with all that weight in her chest and ass felt satisfying. And masturbating felt better too. It was like all sensations in general were just a little bit more intense. She felt everything more, both sensations and emotions in equal measure. Of course she disliked having her newfound femininity so pronounced and in the form of her almost embarrassingly large breasts, but at the same time they felt utterly electric to grope and push her hands against.
No, they hadn't made any progress in their investigation. No, Grayson and Josh hadn't even met this Rachel girl yet. Rachel was apparently still unsure of whether she wanted to distance herself from this whole operation or not. Perhaps it was a less stressful idea for the girl to just lay low unless shit really hit the fan.
Another thing was the tape. They'd gotten rid of the tape after Grayson suggested that the music was what changed her. She didn't go into any detail beyond that, Sam didn't need to know everything that happened. She did hear Grayson schlicking herself at the end there, embarrassingly. That was really all Sam needed to know.
The biggest thing to happen in this week, really, was that Grayson's music had taken a turn. That tape absolutely haunted her, she still couldn't stop thinking about it. A part of her wanted to hear it again. But she wasn't dumb, she knew listening to it again could potentially be dangerous. So the alternative was to make a cover.
Her cheeks flushed red as she sang those husky, seductive vocals in the privacy of her own apartment. She felt a weird heat down in her core as she mimicked that singer's moaning breaths. It was shameful to admit that Grayson had touched herself a couple of times while listening back to her cover of that tape. What was more shameful was that she'd posted the song online.
Not under her regular handle, of course. It was under a different name. Princess Bliss. That name alone had made Grayson flush with embarrassment. She had little idea why she was doing this. There was something about the chance that other people would hear this that kind of turned her on. And it was the tape that was physically tainted with whatever was causing this, so her making a cover was perfectly fine, for sure.
She'd gotten some views and comments. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to make the young woman's head swim. People saying it sounded nice, that she had a good voice, even some people saying it was sexy. One person commented that they'd put it in their sex playlist. One that was public. Oh wow. Her pussy involuntarily twitched as she imagined a couple fucking to her song. What if other people used this playlist? What if the playlist was used at a strip club or an orgy or something?
