You are too far gone to stop now.

You couldn't stop now if you wanted to. Her thick cock is just so suckably sweet and you want just a little taste of her cum. Way too late to save you, a voice inside you screams that if you swallow even a drop of her soiled seed, you'll turn into a bimboi like her. For some reason, that just makes you suck harder. You imagine what kind of bimboi you might be, hoping you turn out half as cute as this darling doll, but big enough to bully her.

That image is burned into your mind as the cum fills your throat and floods your mouth. Annabelle looks horrified, falling back on her well cushioned bottom in her panic. Far from panicking, you greedily guzzle down every drop as if you are worried you won't get the full benefit of the bimbug if you don't.

It's so far from what you feared that you kick yourself for not doing it sooner. Your cock throbs and swells so big it splits your skinny jeans open. Your chest swells until your tits stretch your shirt, barely covering your Double EE breasts. Your hips grow curvier and your thighs thicken, feeling strong enough to crush coal into diamonds. Your ass grows larger, but also firmer, like two beach balls ready to explode. The changes don't stop there, either. You have heard of boi's shrinking, but somehow your bones stretch and your muscles swell until you stand before the tiny doll as an Amazonian bombshell.

"I...I'm sorry?" Annabelle offers weakly, whimpering wetly. You smile down at her to let her know there are no hard feelings. Then you pull her cloak off of her and toss it over yourself, shimmy free of your tattered clothes. You toss the smaller sissy over your shoulder like a war prize and carry her through the woods. It's a lot less scary at six feet twelve inches, especially since the last foot is dangling between your legs.

You traipse through the deep dark woods with your damsel in distress squirming on your shoulder, her hard cock throbbing against you letting you know she's not totally hating this treatment. You're no longer worried about running into another hunting harlot. For one thing, you've already been transformed. More importantly, you have become the kind of gurl that used to scare you, and you are itching for an excuse to scare them back.

You have no such luck. You make it out of the deep dark woods and don't even get to bully the big bad wolf. Instead you arrive back at your dorm uninterrupted and carry your conquest up to your room. It's locked...Daisy must have wrangled another date. No longer intimidated by the boozy bimboi, you pound on the door, loving the sounds of frustrated moans as she comes to the door, looking ready to rip through her slinky satin nighty. "Do you want me to **** you into a sissy, Brian? Brian?!"

You pull the flabbergasted futa out of the way,saying, "It's Brandi now, bitch." You see Dwight, a nerdy goth boi that Daisy has already talked into wearing her panties and party dress. You see potential in that boi. You turn to your ravishing roommate and say, "Take this boi back to his dorm. If the loser's roommate is there, then you can bring me two bimboi bitches back to add to my stable." At first you think Daisy is going to take a shot at you, but she sees something in your cocky smile that tells her she won't like how that turns out. This isn't finished, but she surrendered the first battle without a fight, and you wouldn't mind a little war with her.

With the room to yourselves, you can finally set down Annabelle. You can tell that she likes the new you from the way she left a puddle of precum on your cloak. You cast it off, standing naked and proud before your pretty, petite prize. She looks up at you, eyes wet and wanting, filled with dread and desire and horny hope. You realize that you could hurt her and she would love you for it. You have total power over her, over most any sissy you meet for that matter, but just because you can be cruel doesn't mean you have to. If you can be anything, why not be kind?