Hot Wife Bimbofied into a Sexy Catgirl
Harry Nelson
Halloween was my favorite holiday. I always bought all the decorations. I transformed my house so that it was spooky and exciting. I bought food. I was so ready to have an amazing Halloween party, but no one ever showed up.
Especially no hot girls in slutty outfits.
I was just too shy to invite anyone. So I put up a few flyers hoping someone would notice. They never did. I was just an ugly, gangly guy. I lived in the big house I inherited from my parents all alone. Children didn't even like coming up to my front door. These days, they didn't roam the streets. Parents took them to special places.
Too dangerous to trust strangers.
So I sat on my chair in my cheat Dracula costume staring around my living room at all the decorations and sighed. It was all just such a waste. I wanted to just pack it all up. Why do I even bother? No one cared about me. Nothing mattered.
My phone beeped.
A notification? No one texted me or messaged me on social media. It was mostly just notifications from TikTok, Twitch, or YouTube. One of the hot girls who twerked on TikTok, a titty streamer on Twitch, or a sexy girl on YouTube had posted a video. I pulled out my phone. I should just jerk off and...
What was this? I tapped a new notification. It looked like spam.
We're excited to include you in the Beta of the Bimbo App: Halloween Edition. Use Bimbo Candies to make women dressed up for Halloween into sexy bimbos. If you want your party rocking with hotties, this app is for you. See how many bimbos you can make before morning and Halloween ends. You get 1 Bimbo Candy for every trick they turn and every treat they share.
That was insane. How could any App promise that? It had to be a trick. But... who cared? It had a prompt for me to download it, two pink buttons that pulsed.
YES
or
NO
. My finger hovered over the
NO
button. It had to be a scam. It had to be, but...
My dick lurched.
I hit the
YES
button because it would make a hot Halloween. The install bar appeared. I gripped my phone. It was the top of the line. The Galaxy S23 Ultra. The app installed quickly and opened up a simple program. I had 3 Bimbo Candies in the corner of the screen, the icon of that classic pink candy in the wrapper.
How did it work?
Aim your phone at a woman in a Halloween custom and turn her into a hot bimbo with the press of a button!
I headed for the door and opened it up. I stared out at the dark lawn to the Martins' house across the street. Mrs. Martin was at the door giving out candy. She was on the "approved" list of houses on our street or something. An unwritten list that the mothers in the neighborhood must maintain.
Why else did they never take their kids to my house?
Mrs. Martin wore a baggy catsuit. Nothing sexy about it at all. So low-effort. It wasn't sexy at all. Halloween should be sexy. For women, anyways. I marched across the street. Well, I had to try. If it didn't work, I'd just play it off as a prank. Everyone thought I was a weirdo anyways.
I crossed the street, the night cool. I headed up to her door and took a deep breath. I rang the doorbell. It opened in a moment to Mrs. Martin with a bright smile. She had drawn whiskers on her face, her green eyes narrowing. She had fake cat ears thrusting out of her black hair.
"What do you want?" she demanded as I lifted my phone. "Ugh, don't take my picture, creep."
"What is it, honey?" her husband, Joel, called.
"That weirdo across the street," she said.
The App detected her face and a prompt appeared.
Bimbofy Brenda Martin into a sexy catgirl?
The
YES
and
NO
buttons pulsed. There was no doubt in my mind. I hit the
YES
button. She started to close the door.
"He's being a..." Her eyes widened as she changed. The baggy bodysuit became skin-tight, molding to her body. She had big breasts. I knew that, but seeing them outlined by the thin, black material of her new outfit was amazing. Lust crossed the MILFs face, her features looking sexier. "Such a hottie! Ooh, ooh, you're such a sexy wexy Dracula!"
"Brenda?" her husband asked as Mrs. Martin dropped to her knees and purred. She pressed her face into my crotch and rubbed back and forth.
I groaned and licked my upper lip, brushing my mustache. It was a great one like a porn star would have in the 70s. I shuddered as my dick was so hard. She massaged me through the black, tight pants I wore. They were stretchy and thin. I felt her face on my cock.
"Yesy yes, you're such a sexy wexy man," she cooed. Her husband appeared in a dog suit with floppy ears. He froze at the sight of his wife. She had a cat tail attached to the back of her suit that draped over her bubbly rump. "Ooh, yesy, you are. And so hardy. You have creamy for me. I'm a naughty wotty kitty catty!"
"B-Brenda?" her husband asked in shock.
She ripped down the front of my pants. I couldn't believe it as the husband's jaw dropped. She shoved down my boxers and pulled out my cock. She gripped my dick in her hand and stroked up and down me. I gasped at the delight of her fisting my dick.
"Cocky milk is the besty milk!" she moaned as she rubbed her cheek up my cock. She reached the tip and swallowed my dick.
"B-Brenda!" her husband gasped. He stared at me in shock. He trembled, looking like he would try something.
I grinned at him, savoring the wonderful delight of his wife's mouth on my dick. "Great trick, right?" I felt so damned cocky as a woman suckled on my dick for the first time. "Your wife loved it. Now she's giving me such a treat!"
Mrs. Martin moaned around my dick in such agreement. She swirled her tongue around my cock, wiggling her hips. Her fake tail swished over that bubbly ass. She was such a sexy woman. A hot MILF sucking hard on my dick. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was just so amazing to have her nursing on me like that.