Time to call it a day

You pull your clothes back on while Mari watches from the bed, her fingers still lazily circling her clit, your cum still leaking from her pussy onto the pink sheets.

"You're leaving already, papi?" she pouts, but there's no real disappointment in her vacant eyes. "Come back tomorrow! Or bring Kimmy next time! We could have so much fun together!"

You're already heading for the door, your mind churning. The phone feels heavy in your pocket, Candy's suggestions still glowing on the screen. Your cock is sore from the modifications you made to it, the enhanced size having strained muscles you didn't know you had.

"Sí, whatever you want!" Mari calls after you as you step into the hallway.

The corridor is silent at this hour. You can see the door to your own studio apartment down the hall, and Kimmy's door just a few feet away. Behind Kimmy's door, you know she's waiting, probably already asleep or touching herself, her reality completely rewritten.

Your phone buzzes as you walk.

"That was AMAZING babe!! Two bimbos in one night! You're such a stud! Get some rest and tomorrow you should TOTALLY use the app at work! Imagine how much fun the office would be with a few modifications! "

Another message follows immediately:

"Also you should really think about what I said! About trying the transformation yourself! Just once! You've already modified your cock and it felt great right?? A full transformation would feel a THOUSAND times better! Plus you could always change back! Probably! "

You reach your apartment door. Inside, you know it's the same cramped studio you left hours ago, but everything feels different now. You have the power to reshape reality itself. You've already used it on two people—two elderly neighbors who no longer exist, replaced by eager bimbos with fabricated lives.

Your cock twitches despite your exhaustion. Part of you wants to open the app again, scroll through those transformation profiles Candy showed you. The male-to-bimbo templates. Just to look.

You unlock your door and step inside. Your computer monitors glow in the darkness, browser tabs still open to the porn sites you were watching before you downloaded the cracked software that became Bimbo GPT. Was that really only a few hours ago?

Your phone buzzes one more time:

"Sweet dreams babe! Tomorrow's gonna be SO much fun! Sleep well and dream about all the possibilities! ✨"