Snacking

You’d worn female bodies before but this was an **** one - it wasn’t just you flipped to be a cute female version of you. It was much smaller, much more curvaceous and sensitive. There were also the mental things. This were substantial in more ways than one and they affected your responses to things. Case in point it felt strange to dress like this, not just because it was for your friend Carl - that made it odd given your previous attraction to just females,, mostly because it gave you a real sexual thrill to be seen as the slut joyous felt you now were. This just seemed to push your bimbo buttons - quite intensely.

“I’ll see you at the car,” Carl said as he admired your tightly confined curves.

“What about breakfast?” You asked coyly, wanting to play more in his house. You weren’t wearing underwear and he could just as easily bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you. You were hungry for sex.

“We’ll get it at the mall!” Carl promised.

“But I’m hungry now…” you pouted. Being so small and almost constantly turned on gave you a very high metabolism. And you were stalling.

“You can blow me in the car if you’re that hungry,” Carl joked.

You paused, eyes lighting up at the suggestion, nipples hardening and naked pussy twinging with juices - and then you happily followed him. “Alright, since you offered I’ll take you up on that!”

“I was only joking,” Carl laughed.

“I’m not,” you replied with a wink, following him out of the bedroom. The dress hugged your little body tightly and each step made your full breasts bounce, drawing his gaze back down to your chest. The mischief in your eyes was unmistakable. You grabbed your clutch and went out to his car with him.

You pulled on the seatbelt as you slid into the passenger seat, the leather sticking slightly to your wetness. Carl started the engine, and the low rumble of the car matched the throb between your legs. You reached across and unzipped him, reaching in and gently tugging out his rising cock. “Hello my friend,” you said then leaned over and took his half-hard cock in your mouth, your tongue flicking over the tip before taking him deep. He groaned and leaned back, his hand coming up to the back of your head, guiding you in a rhythm that had him quickly growing to full mast.

“Fuck me. You’re so good at that…” he praised you.

“Hey, start driving!” You tell him between sucks.

He chuckled, shifting the automatic SUV into drive and pulling out of the driveway, his eyes never leaving the road for long as your mouth worked him. You felt his cock swell and harden in your mouth, his grip on your head tightening as you took him deeper. You could taste a hint of his cum from earlier, a delicious reminder of your shared passion. You loved this for some reason - the bimbo pill made this cock worship almost religious.

You felt the car stop and looked up to see a red light. Carl took the opportunity to play with you, his hand slipping into the top of your tight pvc dress to squeeze your breast. You moaned, the pressure on your nipple making your pussy clench. The light turned green, and his eyes filled with lust as he used both hands ro drive. "Keep going, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

A truck shadowed you, the driver seeing your head in Carl’s lap. The driver blares his horn as he turns in a different direction. You find the exhibitionist urge pleasurable.

Your hand reached up to stroke his thigh as you sucked him harder, eager to taste him fully. The car rolled through a quiet neighborhood, the occasional early morning jogger giving you curious glances as you drove by. You didn't care, the thrill of the show you were putting on only made you wetter.

As Carl's breathing grew more ragged, you could feel his orgasm approaching. You quickened your pace, using all your skill to bring him to the brink. The car jerked slightly as he tensed, and then with a guttural moan, he came in your mouth. You swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of his cum as it coated your throat. It wasnt much but you swallowed appreciatively. “Have you been eating asparagus?”

“What?” He said, surprised.

You giggled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Never mind, just a joke.” You didn’t care if you had a little of him in your mouth, you liked it, liked the way he tasted. The car pulled into the parking lot of the mall, and Carl parked in a spot that was a little more secluded than the rest. The thrill of being in such a public place while still feeling so exposed had you practically squirming in your seat.

“You know what would be fun? If we went to a bondage club and you dominated me as your submissive fuckpet. That would be hot…” you told him. “Let’s fuck here!!” You suggest eagerly.

Carl’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed to consider it, his gaze drifting to the empty parking spaces around you. But then he chuckled, patting your head gently. “Not yet, slut. We’re going to get breakfast first, then the right pill for you - and then we’ll see what kind of fun we can have in the mall.” The promise in his voice sent a fresh wave of excitement through your body.