You take what you want!

You know what you want now. You've always known what you wanted, it just took you getting a taste of it to be able to admit it to yourself. You can't give this up, not when you've discovered what a beautiful slut you make, and how much better getting fucked feels than you ever dared dream. If you stay a boi for even one more night, you may never get the courage to try again, and even if you did, your dad will lock you up in a monastery when he finds out you're dead seat on being sissified.

Not knowing what the bimboi babysitter employment guide says about infecting the babies, even if they beg real nice, you don't leave your corruption to chance. You pull off the punk's prick and before Wanda can stop you, you slide off the condom and wrap your lips around her cockhead. "Amy! Wait! I'm gonnaaAAaaaaAAAAaaaAaaAAAAAIEEE!" Wanda tries to pull you off her throbbing cock, but you clamp down air tight and suck for all you're worth. She explodes in your mouth filling you with enough sissifying seed to infect a small army. You swallow every dreamy drop and fall back onto her lap, satisfied you've fully infected yourself.

Your first 'symptom' is a swelling in your shaft. It's grows so red and pressure filled as if bit by a venomous snake, then like a snake it stretches to a lucky seven inches and shoots out ropes of thick infectious cum. You keep stroking, feeling a vitality and vigor you never dreamed of as a boi. You feel like you could cum again if you kept stroking...so you do, sending another sweltering shudder through your softening skin as you catch the sticky sweet spurts on your tantalized tongue.

You feel it in your chest next, like they are bulging with every heart beat, racing, feeling like it could burst until they form to perfectly shaped, pert breasts. You squeeze them in your hands, pinching your painfully puffy nipples to prove to yourself you aren't dreaming. It's a dream all right...a dream cum true. Your breasts aren't massive like Wanda's, but you always saw yourself as more of tiny temptress. Your titties fill your hands like soft, ripe peaches, and you can't wait to juice them. You feel them pushed up by your bra perfectly, and your tube top tents tantalizingly. You giggle giddily remembering that Wanda promised they would fit eventually.

You will have to, because at the moment all you can think of is your ass. It balloons out, growing perversely plump but not pudgy. Your plaid panties stretch obscenely and your skirt can't begin to cover your new curves, not that you want it to. Your new growth has resulted in a proportional sense of emptiness, an ache that begs to be filled. You feel your tight little hole throb with need and drool with desire. You suspected the stories of bimboi bodies producing their own lube to be exaggerated if not outright lies, but the dampness spreading in your panties and the palpable pangs deep inside prove you wrong. You are glad for the improvements to your 'ass'ets, because you suspect you are going to need at least daily feedings to quiet your cravings.

You grab Wanda's phone, wanting to capture the rest of your changes and you almost drop it when you see the effects forming on your flushed face. Your scalp feels like it is being kissed by invisible angels as your hair grows out to your shoulders and changes to a ravishing red. Your lashes tickle as they grow long and alluring and you look back at yourself lustily. Your nose shrinks to a cute little button, but you feel like you can breathe better than ever before, and you could swear you can smell the seed sizzling in Wanda's sack as she watches you shift. Your lips form a beautiful bow, a pretty ribbon for your gifted mouth. Your face becomes heart shaped, and heart breakingly beautiful. You have to touch it to feel if it's real, and your skin burns your fingers it's so feverish. You almost swoon, but you bite your bottom lip to hold out, not wanting to miss a single change.

You are glad you held on when you feel a warm wave wash over your waist as it sucks in and all the weight seems to shift to your widening hips. It accents your ample ass and you feel your hunger grow as your body blossoms. Your legs tingle as your hair melts away and your skin is left shiny and smooth and so lovely and lithesome in your fishnet stockings. By the time the infection reaches your tiny toes, you are head over heels in love with the pint size punk staring back at you. Your whole body glows and you feel like a fire has been lit inside you that goes beyond your feverish need to be filled. It's like you finally see yourself for the first time, and you finally like what you see.

Apparently you aren't the only one, as Wanda pulls you back up into her lap, congratulating you between kisses, "Damn, Amy, talk LICK about a SHHLP glow up! The only MMPH question is...how are you KISS going to break the news to your SLURP dad?" The question echoes in your head, but you struggle to get a purchase on it. Everything seems so slippery all of the sudden, and the only thing that's certain is you never want to stop kissing her, and that you need to get fucked as soon as possible. You don't need an invitation this time, you just peel your panties down and aim your aching asshole against her meaty mushroom head and puuuush.

Your newborn bimboi body comes with more surprises, the pain of your first penetration is gone, replaced by an almost more agonizing explosion of something you can't quite place, until you see your shaft shoot out a stream of sticky spurts and coat Wanda's bountiful breasts...it's pleasure. It's not like anything you've ever known before, or could know for that matter. The most powerful orgasm as a boi feels like a half sneeze compared to this...a little relief, but ultimately unsatisfying. This is like a doorway to Heaven opened up inside your ass, and you can feel beatific bliss building higher and higher with no end in sight. It hurts how good it feels. You cry tears of joy as you bottom out, awestruck with how intense it feels before you really start fucking.

You slide your tongue deeper down your bimboi babysitter's throat and coo as she returns the favor, finding a throbbing, tingly tender spot just past your tonsils that you would swear was a second cunt. She gives you a finger to suck on as you begin sliding up and down her shaft, slowly grinding on her lap and swirling up her pretty pole. You instinctively suck her finger in deeper as she adds a second and then a third, and you discover that your gag reflex has been replaced with countless supercharged nerve endings that make your throat feel like it is cumming almost as hard as your ass. Wanda slides her tongue between her fingers as she frigs your throat with her dainty digits and you feel like you are melting in your own mouth and dripping down your tongue...and you taste great.

"Fummph SHLLP fuuuuummph GLUH GLUG FUUUUUUMMMPH!" It's hardly articulate, but then again your mouth is full and your ass fuller and your brain is bombed out with the countless climaxes colliding at each end, wracking your tiny frame with rapturous ripples. You keep bucking wildly until Becca grabs your hips and begins pounding up, pumping pints of thick seed with every throbbing thrust. Your body glows white hot, goes into a nuclear meltdown of torrid splendor, sucking up her sweet spurts and milking her dry. Your eyes roll back into your head and for one moment of your erotic, epileptic fit, you have perfect clarity, and you know exactly how you're going to handle your father...