Play with Wanda's bath toy.

You can't resist reaching across the bath to give Wanda's big, buoyant boner a tentative touch. Your resolve has been beaten down by her constant condescending babying, especially since every humiliation only seems to make you hornier and more agreeable. You know this is a mistake, that you aren't really a dumb baby bitch that just wants to be coddled and corrupted, but you also know that if you just accept your inevitable bimboification, then that nagging little doubt will be obliterated by overwhelming bliss.

"That's a good baby, play with your toy and drink down Miss Wanda's milk so you can grow big and strong." Wanda practically sings the words as you slowly stroke her soapy shaft. You find yourself on your knees the warm water and jets rocking you like the womb. You don't actually remember sliding down into the bath to get kissably close to your bimboi babysitter's throbbing thick tool, but you are operating on instinct now, not thought. Thinking is what kept you locked away in your room every night terrified of everything, especially your own desires. Being a dumb little kid has led to the happiest, hottest moments of your life, and all you have to do is follow your basest, blushiest urges.

"Good, NNG girl...you're going to be such AAH a beautiful bimbaby." Wanda sing songs and strokes your hair as you bob up and down her hard cock. You are on autopilot at this point, eagerly and aggressively stroking and sucking her slick shaft to earn your ooey gooey reward. You feel her veins throbbing on your tongue and you fight past your gag reflex to **** more of her pulsing prick inside you. Your own cock swells and shoots your last thin spurts as a boi which are quickly lost in the jacuzzi jets. You are lost too, nursing needily and spiralling down, sucking sloppily as if her cock contains life saving medicine...which in a way, it does.

"Good...NNGH gurl... OOH here...UH UNH it...CUUUUUUUMSSSS!" Wanda bellows as she blasts the back of your throat with her bimbug infected baby batter. You keep sucking until you get every last diseased drop, **** for the change that is already spreading through you. It's more than enough by a gallon, give or take, but you aren't taking chances in your attempt to **** the last of your brainy boi side in favor of your bouncing bimboi baby to be.

"Guh guh gooo!" Your first words as a bimboi are hardly coherent, but prove amazingly articulate in describing the changes covering your body. Your cock swells four times it's size and throbs so needily that you can't help but bend over and see if you can reach it with your increasingly plump lips. To your utter delight, you find your new body is infinitely more flexible than before, and you feel like a genius as you suckle your swollen shaft and rock back in forth in the bath. It tastes so good you don't know how you will ever stop sucking, but then again, you don't really plan to.

Your feel your chest grow heavy and huge as they balloon out into engorged E cups with wide nipples begging to be played with. You see no reason to stop listening to your body now after it's been so good to you so far, and you grope and **** your milk bags while using them to massage a sticky spurt into your moaning mouth. You keep sucking and tit fucking as you curl into a fetal position, not even aware Wanda has drained the tub to prevent you from drowning while deep throating your own cock and kneading your flotation devices.

Your ass expands next, expanding enormously as if to try to give enough room to contain your naughty neediness, but of course nothing can now. No sooner do you feel the ache than you reluctantly pull off your prick to poutily pant, "Missy Becah! Need fuck! Pwease!" Your Suicide Gurl sitter sighs, realizing she just made a lot more work for herself, but she is nothing if not a 'hard' worker, and she wastes no time in sliding sack deep into your hungry hole. You resume greedily gulping around your girth and guzzling every gush of gurl goo that Wanda pounds out of you. It's like dying of pleasure and being reborn again and again and again. You lose count of how many times you cum so hard you can't count, but it's at least Spurty Guhgillion, give or take a Thrillion.

You barely notice your hair cascading down to your ass in ravishing red ringlets or your face reforming to resemble a Real Doll crossed with a Kewpie cutie. Your body shifts and swells, shrinking you to a 5'1 petite baby doll with pornographic proportions and a wild, wide eyed wanton whore just begging for her next load. When your transformation is finished, Becca has no problem lifting you out of the bath and carrying you to your father's king size bed. She bends you into a ball with your aching ass jiggling in the air and your cock sandwiched snuggly between your phat pillows. You immediately start sucking on your pink pacifier again as she fills your cock craving cunt with load after luscious load of her love lotion.

Hours melt away meaninglessly as your mind shuts down and lets your body gorge itself in giddy, gluttonous guilt-free glee. Your body finally grants you a blissfully blank reprieve as you finally feel full after the Gulpteenth gallon of jizz fills your hungry holes. Your eyes grow heavy and you feel bloated as a tic and ready for a nap. Wanda picks you up and burps you as you coo contentedly and slip into splendorous slumber, without a care in the world...