Bimbo desires

Bimbo’s body glistened with a cocktail of bodily fluids as she flitted through the party like a pollinator in a field of flowers. She spread the corruption everywhere she landed. Sealing the transformations of bois and gurls with her glorious Futa body. The surge of raw power she felt as each new Futa blossomed was utterly addictive, she wasted no time claiming them all. Her body burned with power, corruption, and lust. She turned looking for her next willing victim and found the party was wall to wall Futa’s more than happy to fuck each other endlessly. One of her precious offspring reached out to her moaning an offer of sexual bliss. She gently brushed the hand aside, no she wanted more.

Her hips swayed like a cat stalking prey as she calmly traipsed through the house on the prowl for any one she might have missed in the haze of pleasure and corruption that had carried her through the building. It didn’t bother her that she couldn’t really remember what she had done, she could remember how it had felt.

She was very eager to feel that way again. She checked a bedroom, only thee Futa’s coiled around each other. She closed the door and headed to the next. She thought of her old life, as a boi she’d been so powerless. Always beholden to others always hustling to get them what they wanted. She opened the door, ah! She could smell him, the boi hiding in the closet. How had she missed him before? No matter, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Bimbo walked through the room casually, it appeared to be a gym. Yoga mats were on the floor a rack of dumbbells against the wall. She talked to herself and the boi in the closet. “I was so limited as a boi, I didn’t even realize it…” she delicately ran a finger over the weights as she passed “But now as a Futa I find myself master over my own desires… and the desires of others.” She sat herself down on a yoga ball and gently stroked her cock, it surged against her palm hungry for more. She stared at the closet door and projected her desire to spread the corruption. The boi opened the closet and stepped out his face twisted into an expression of confused need. She smiled at him reassuringly and curled a finger at him beckoning him closer. He walked over to her and took her outstretched hand in his.

At his touch Bimbo felt his desires unraveling to her like a scroll. He wanted to escape? No, he wanted to be here with her. He wanted to warn others? That’s not right. Bimbo brushed against his desires re-writing them in an instant. Bimbo removed her hand and leaned back on the yoga ball letting her erection stand tall and asked “What do you desire?”

The boi fumbled in his haste to shed his pants and boxers. He whimpered pathetically as he hovered over her trying to line his asshole up with her cock. There was something about her, he needed her more than he’d ever needed anything. He sighed in relief as Bimbo’s cock filled him up inside, but of course he needed more. He needed to make her feel good too. He lifted himself and pushed his tight ass back down her dick until his hips slapped hers and the ball pushed her back up into him. Then he shook his body as he’d never thought to, he begged for her cum with his hips. He held nothing back debasing himself until her cock finally gave him what he desired a fresh load of Futa cum deep inside. Carl became Carmen in an explosive transformation.

Pictured: Danni Rivers

Carmen’s eyes sparkled with seductive potential. Her pouty lips smiled with full knowledge of the pleasure they offered. She had a slight build that hardly matched the tsunami of corruption and desire that Bimbo had put in her.

Carmen felt the absence in her pussy as she pulled her ass off of Bimbo’s magnificent cock. She needed more cock and she needed it soon. She couldn’t stop thinking about how good a big cock would feel ravaging her slight frame. First though she had to offer herself to Bimbo and seal her corruption for all time. Bimbo graciously accepted Carmen’s new cock and expertly devoured it. Carmen felt her final load being sucked out and her pleasure rose higher and higher until it overwhelmed her mind. Now she was Carmen the Futa for good, no trace of Carl remained.

Bimbo felt the delightful tingles throughout her body as she spread the corruption to another soul and her power grew. She watched Carmen’s ass retreat out of view through the door. Carmen was off to fill her new desires and new holes. It was time for Bimbo to get going too, this party was tapped.