Bend her over and breed her

You hastily tear off your own clothes. Pearl helps. Soon you're both naked.

The ground is cold beneath the soles of your feet, but it's barely a consideration as you grip your shaft and take in the sight of nu-Pearl in all her glory. This must be why ancient man made all those fat fertility idols. Course Pearl's not a rotund little blob. Bimbo Juice didn't erase her hourglass, rather, it enhanced it. But her throwing a body like that at you only encourages the bad impulses that got you into this mess to begin with.

You answer Pearl's offer by pulling the naked girl over to an assembly line belt, and pressing a hand against the small of her back.

Pearl plants her hands on the belt, momentarily stopping the process. "Wait. Should you put on a condom first?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"You're asking me?" you ask, fondling her hip with one hand and stroking your cock with the other. "Aren't you on birth control?"

"Huh? I told you to buy condoms," says Pearl, confused. "Don't you keep them in your wallet?"

You don't have time for this. You apply firmer pressure to Pearl's back, and she bends fully over, her tits squishing beneath as her abdomen flattens against the conveyer belt.

Pearl shivers and laughs. "Fuck that's cold."

"I'll warm you up," you say, bending your knees so you can press the head of your throbbing erection between Pearl's sopping wet vulva.

Pearl trembles. "Fuck. You feel so hot," she says.

You roll your hips forward into Pearl. Her pussy wraps around your shaft like a velvet glove. "Oh fuck."

Pearl gasps. "Sh-shouldn't we use protection, though?"

"Do you want to stop?" you ask, finding your rhythm and beginning to thrust into Pearl's jiggling body.

Pearl grunts a negative, bucking her hips back against yours. "No freakin' way, I've waited so - ngh - so fucking long for this. Fuck - you're supposed to be the responsible one, Chase."

You grab Pearl's hips and really get going on her.

"Mmph! Fuck, that hits the spot," growls Pearl. "Fuck this is nice, isn't it."

You grunt. "Yeah."

"Told you it'd be nice," says Pearl, bumping energetically back against you. "We can do this as much as you want."

That sounds amazing, though your judgment is certainly impaired by Pearl's wet pussy squeezing down on your cock. You bow over her and squeeze at the sides of her giant sandbag tits. It's heaven.

You carry on until you approach your climax. "I'm close," you warn.

Pearl grips the other side of the conveyor belt in a **** ploy to steady herself. "God, I don't fucking care anymore, do whatever you want."

You take up the offer. You bury yourself up to the root in Pearl, pressing the head of your cock as far as it'll go, and cum inside her.

After the moment of release, the frenetic energy dies away, leaving you bowed over Pearl, hot and sweaty, your softening member still snug inside her folds.

You both catch your breath together for a moment, cooling down in the open air.

"Worth the wait," murmurs Pearl. "God I love you."

You start to pull away, but she twists around to draw you back into a kiss.

Pearl under the influence of Bimbo Juice is so different from before. It's still her, but it's a sort of gentle, sexified version. Like a venomous snake with its fangs removed, so when it bites you, it just sorta noms cutely on your fingertips.

"You've gotta remember to use a condom next time, Jellybean," Pearl chides, stroking your bare chest with a look of devotion on her face. "If I let you get me pregnant, Mom is going to flip out."

You doubt it'll get that far. You plan on turning everything back well before that's even a consideration. "Right, of course. I just... one look at you, naked..."

"And you just took what you wanted? If I knew that's all it'd take, I'd have sent you nudes years ago," says Pearl, flatly. "Now, do I need to get on birth control, or are you going to be responsible next time?"

Your lizard brain answers for you. "I'll be responsible next time."

"Good. That's the right answer." Pearl holds your hands and gives you a wet kiss. "I love you."

She clearly intends for you to say it back. "I... love you too," you say, only a bit stiffly. You're still on a high from having sex with her. Do you love Pearl? You're actually not sure anymore.

"Course you do," says Pearl, happily fixing your hair. "Good boy."

Good boy? You're definitely not a fan of that, but nu-Pearl's still naked and she looks incredible naked, so she gets a free pass.

"Woo. Feels like I ran a marathon, sort of in a good/bad way," says Pearl, hopping off the conveyer belt and massaging her extra big boobs. "It'd be hot to go again but, not going to lie, that was more intense than I thought it'd be. I need to recharge." She starts collecting her clothes, looking first for her underwear, which has gone missing. "Let's get back to the party, yeah? First the bathroom though..."

While you help Pearl search for her clothes, you reconsider the severity of your situation. Playing around with the Juicer Max was fun at first (having sex with Pearl was more fun!), but not only have you changed your friends, you've changed the world along with them.

This isn't some game. The only person who wasn't overly affected by their transformation is Yutong. Sully and Indigo are getting married, where before, their lasting till college remained an open question. Now, you already blew your chance with Jane, and on top of that, Jane doesn't even skateboard - what else is different about her life, because of you? And Pearl. Pearl's whole vibe is on another frequency now. She's outgoing, she's conniving, she's boy crazy, and she's head over heels for you.

Getting into this mess was easy. Thinking about resolving it fills you with dread. You have no idea if fixing things is as easy as you assumed - and what if they can't be fixed? What if you try to fix things, and you can't? Or worse, you screw up even more? That doesn't mean you should carry on with business as usual, does it?