Bimbo for tonight

The descriptions of MasterPC in this chapter are dedicated to Tantacrul and his scathing rants about software interface design.

“Tell me, how do I make temporary changes? I want to have a timer beforehand, so I’ll know they revert.”

“Sorry, haven’t found that setting yet, if it exists”, Candice admitted. “But maybe try right-clicking a slider?”

Right-clicking did indeed open a context menu, but it was hopelessly overpopulated. There was an Unlock Range option right next to Make Defining Characteristic, but looking for the words Timer or Temporary didn’t bear immediate fruit. It turned out after a lengthy hunt through scattered help files that the relevant option was actually named Transformation Graph Editor and that it could do any arbitrary slider changes over time in a wildly cluttered dialog window.

At least it turned out to be possible to edit multiple changes at the same time in that window and click Apply when you were done, although the Apply button was somehow smaller than a conspicuous Quit MasterPC that inhabited the place where a confirmation button would normally go.

With all this information gathered, Richard finally cracked his knuckles to get to work. “Honey, I want this to be a surprise for you. Go do something else for a bit, I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

Candice wanted to protest, but doing anything for her husband apparently meant waving goodbye and leaving the room to do the dishes without complaining.

As she was about to close the office door, she heard Richard ask one more question. “Hey honey, what’s the password on your profile?”

Over half an hour later, with the kitchen chores long completed, Candice was sitting on the bed in the master bedroom and thinking about the possible transformations that Kev… Richard! Yes, Richard might subject her to, when his footsteps finally came up to the bedroom door.

“So, you finally done orchestrating changes?”

He walked over to the bed and pulled her upright. “I am, and I set the first ones to kick in after 90 seconds, so it should start any moment now.” He led her over to the mirror and leaned in from behind to kiss her neck.

After some moments of anticipation that felt like they stretched for hours, Candice felt a tingle in her scalp. Looking in the mirror, she saw a wave of blonde washing through her hair from the roots. The scrunchie holding up her ponytail disintegrated, spilling lengthening tresses all over her shoulders and down her back.

As Candice shook her head to let her hair fall (and dislodge her clinging husband), she found a strange dizziness come over her. “Whoa. I’m… mm. That feels nice.” She found her voice breathier than before, and little pleasant sparkles flitted through her lips with every word, making them plumper and glossier. She blinked her eyes in rapid succession, and her lashes got heavier with every time.

She saw Richard smile at her from behind in the mirror, then he moved his hands up to touch her breasts through her dress. Everywhere his fingers landed was a new joyful sensation, far more intense even than what Candice had experienced with Kevin in that changing room. Over time, she felt like her boobies were actually starting to press against Richards fingers rather than the other way round, and every one of her little gasps caused another small jump in their size.

Now that her titties were so big, she also saw the bottom of her dress come naughtily close to her panties. She giggled at the thought of hiking it up and showing her husband how wet they were, when the dress suddenly began to do that all on its own. It mercilessly shrank upwards, its color lightening all the while, until nothing more remained than a lacy white bra that was too small to adequately contain her melons. She wouldn’t have to worry though, Richard’s hands were currently doing an awesome job of holding and squeezing them, making Candy shiver all over.

Sensing that the changes were about done, she turned around to face him, squirming and squealing all the way. “I loooove what you’ve done to me! Now come let me play with your dick, Dickie!”

“Call me Master tonight.”

Kneeling down came naturally, and her hands (ooooh new pink nails!) were as dexterous as ever in unwrapping the delicious treat from its trouser prison. It had already been struggling against the confinement of Master’s boxers, and now it could slap against Candy’s face, somehow still growing as it did. She pulled back the foreskin and kissed the head with her pillowy soft lips, savoring their newfound sensitivity for a moment before wrapping them around it and starting her work in earnest.

With her favorite popsicle’s new size, she could easily fill up her mouth and still have enough space for one hand to jerk up and down on the base while fondling the balls with the other. The taste was great, and she found herself entranced by the rhythmic movements and the feeling of the head throbbing against her tongue. She allowed her thoughts to drain out of her head while she continued with the rhythm, moaning while her eyes unfocused and her tongue pushed drool out of the corners of her mouth.

After a while of enthusiastic slurping and sucking, Master announced his incoming climax. “I’m close, let me come all over those bimbo tits!”

Not having to be told twice, Candy dutifully pulled her mouth off and sat up a bit straighter, giving the moist tool a good rubbing-down with her pillowy titties. She cooed as he added rope after rope of delicious cream to the already wet mess that was her upper body, then continued to massage all of it into her soft, sensitive flesh. She stood up and plopped down next to her master, who had taken a seat on the edge of the bed. “Did you like it, Master?”, she asked cheerfully.