Bimbo Curse

Bimbo Curse.

              Luna typed away at her computer, trying to get as much work done as she could before the night was over.  It was almost Christmas, and she would have to work overtime if she didn’t finish this project.  “Come one.”  She strained her eyes.  “Almost done.  Then I can go home and spend some time with my boyfriend.”  She looked at the picture next to her desk of Tim.  He was short with golden hair and green eyes.  “He will hate it if he finds out what usually happens to me around this time where I don’t get to come home because someone fucked up some random system.”  She took a deep breath.  “But this year, I think I am lucky.  Everything is working, and I just have one program left to check.  If it runs, I can go home for the rest of the year.”

              Luna covered her eyes as she ran the program, waiting for anything to crash.  “Come on.  Work, damn, you work.”  After a few seconds passed and no error messages popped up on the screen, she jumped up for joy.  “Fuck yes!”  She grabbed the picture of her boyfriend.  “Do you hear that, Tim?  I am coming home to see you.  I am really coming home to see you!”  She spun around.  “I can’t believe it!  I really can’t fucking believe it!  I don’t have to fucking work for the rest of the year!”

              As Luna rushed through the office, her mind couldn’t get off her newfound freedom.  “I will take him ice skating.  No, we will go snowboarding.  No, no.  We will just snuggle up by the fire and—” She joined her fellow co-workers at the front of her office building, greeted by a pile of snow that blocked the exit.  “Or I will just stay in the office.  Fuck.”

              Dan put his hand on her shoulder.  “Snowstorm of the century out there.  They said on the radio they are fighting to get stuff plowed tooth and nail.  Though I watched it all from my window up top.  Some idiot plowed the snow right over our office building door.  I don’t think we are going anywhere until we get in contact with that fucking plow company to come back and dig us out.”

              “What about the other exits to the building?”

              Glenda shrugged. “Most are frozen shut. It’s colder than an ice cube out there. We tried calling 911, but they are busy helping others. They said we have a warm place right now, and we aren’t a priority.”

              Luna slammed her hand against the wall.  “Not a priority?  We have to get home!  I have a loving man to see, a home to return to.”

              They all walked back into the office.  “Calm down, Luna.  We can always get more work done.”

              “Work?  We are supposed to be on vacation!”  Luna slammed her foot down as the others left her alone.  “I am not going back to work!  You can’t make me!”

              A small feminine voice filled the air.  “And you don’t have to, my dear.  Why would you ever want to go back to something as dreadful as work?”

              Luna looked around the room.  “Who said that?”  She gulped as a strange pink mist slowly filled the room.  “Marry if this is one of your jokes again, I swear I will—”

              “Hun, you seem so stressed that you are stuck here.”  The mist hugged Luna in a tender embrace.  “You want to go home and spend time with your loved one.”

              “I. . . I do.  I don’t want to be stuck here!”

              “We can help with that.  You can get out of here, but you must be willing to do something in return.”

              Luna looked around the room.  “You. . . whatever you are.  You can help me get home?  I don’t care.  Help me see Tim.  I am not going back to work!  It’s Christmas, god damnit!  I deserve a break.”  The strange mist suddenly slipped inside Luna’s mouth, causing her to cough.  “What the fucking hell?”  She blinked her eyes.  “I think this cold is getting to me.  I. . . I am seeing and hearing things.”

              After scratching at her head, Luna made her way to the break room.  “I think I need a cup of coffee to clear my head.”  She shivered.  “Ughh.”  As she turned the coffee machine on, she felt her body heat up, even despite the freezing temperatures.  “Oh god.”  Luna rubbed her rear end against the cabinet.  “I feel so fucking itchy all of a sudden.”  She scratched at her pants.  “Oh god.  Oh fucking hell.”  As her hand moved up and down, Luna could feel her nails digging in more and more.  “Oww!”  She switched to using the palm of her hand to rub her now tender ass.  “God damnit.  I wasn’t even trying to scratch myself with my bloody nails.”

              Luna gasped as she noticed her fingernails were now over double their original length and painted bright pink.  “What in the world?”  Luna suddenly bent over as her right hand grabbed her chest.  “Ughh.  I. . . my chest.  It’s. . .”  She moaned.  “It’s throbbing.”  She licked her lips as sweat began to drip down her cheeks, and she rubbed the side of her breasts.  “My. . . babies feel so constricted.”  Luna tore at her suit, trying to free her tender boobs from their imprisonment.  “Oh god.  Like these nails are getting in the way.”  She struggled with the buttons.  “And my breasts. . . they are. . . ughh. . . pulsing.” 

              Beneath her hands, her chest throbbed, forcing her body forward.  “Ughh.”  Luna moaned as the fabric on her suit ripped and tore.  “So tight.”  She moaned as her lips plumped out.  “Ughh, god.”  She squeezed the side of the cabinet with one hand and her ass with the other as her babies swelled again, popping off a button from her chest.  “Ohh fuck.”  She waved her head about.  “I. . . just a little more.”  Her tender breasts pressed tighter and tighter against her shirt.  “Just. . . a little. . . ughh.”

              Bit by bit, the fabric tore apart, revealing her naked, sumptuous breasts underneath.  She took deep breaths as she unhooked her own bra and let it fall to the ground so her babies could bounce against one another.  “There.  That feels so much better.”  Luna stretched her arms to the sky, her tender breasts bouncing against one another like ping-pong balls.  She rubbed her rear end once more against the cabinet, enjoying how her body felt.  “I don’t know what is happening, but it feels good.”  Luna licked her lips.  “Mhhm, I even taste nice.”

              As she rubbed her rear end, Luna could feel her pants tighten.  “Ughhh.”  She turned around, her fingers gripping the sides of the countertop.  “It’s like. . . getting worse.”  She moaned.  “No, that’s wrong.  Not getting worse.”  She moaned.  “Getting better.”  Luna moaned as her sumptuous ass slowly stretched out her pants, the fabric ripping and tearing at the seams.  “Oh god.”  Her eyes rolled into their sockets, her fingers fondling her nipples.  “Ohhh, yes.  Oh fuck.”  She slammed her legs together, feeling them become thick and powerful.  She knew she could crush someone between them if she wanted to, and oh, how she wanted to feel someone between her legs.  “Ohh, god.”  The thought made her pants wet, allowing her to slip through them more easily.  It didn’t matter, though, as a few seconds later, her massive round ass and thick, tender legs ripped through her pants.  “Oh fuck!”  Luna fell to the floor, her boobs bouncing about on her chest as her short black hair began to turn gold.  “Ohh yes!”  Her finger slipped into her wet and throbbing love hole as her hair extended down her back.  “I feel like so fucking good.”  She moaned.  “Soo yes. . . so fucking good.”  She pushed herself up, taking deep breaths as she did so.  “Like god, what happened to me?”  She walked over to the mirror, her massive ass swaying back and forth.  “I look soo hawt.”  She giggled.

              “You still want to go home, don’t you?  To see Tim?”

              “Oh, he would love to see me.  To see my babies!”  She squeezed her tender breasts, her fingers fondling her nipples.  “I want to have him suck my babies so hard.”  She moaned.

              “Well, you have to have more than him suck you dry.  There are others waiting for you.”

              “Yes.  Oh god, yes!”  Luna rubbed her hands together, her sweaty breasts bouncing up and down as she giggled.  “It’s so cold in here.”  She pressed her hands against her babies, licking her lips as her tender boobs squeezed together.  “How ever will I stay warm.”  She took a deep breath before taking a step forward, her big juicy ass swaying back and forth.  “All snowed in and nowhere to go.  We just. . . have to rely on one another.  Oh, whoever will warm my aching body?”

              Luna didn’t have to go far, turning the corner to find Glenda staring at the ceiling.  “Huh.  Are you sure they aren’t going to come and get us out soon?”

              “Nope.”  Dan just stared at his phone.  “So, unless you want to go back to work, I suggest you look at funny cat vids with me to pass the time.  Fuck!”  He threw his phone to the floor.  “Battery died.”

              “Don’t worry.”  Luna put her hand against the wall as she let her sumptuous breasts bounce against one another.  “I will help you find some way to pass the time.”  She took a deep breath as she struck a pose, her ass colliding with the wall.

              Dan snapped to attention, his eyes on her watermelon-sized breasts.  “Holy crap.  Luna?  Is that. . . you?”

              She slowly walked over to him.  “Yes, Dan.”  She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him close.  “You know you look a bit flushed.”  She caressed him as she pulled him closer, her tender boobs hugging him as her other hand rubbed his sweating ass.  “Is everything alright?”

              “I. . . I. . . umm. . .”

              “Ohhh!”  Luna giggled as she felt something poke her thigh.  “Are you okay?”  Her hand moved from his ass to Dan’s hardened dick, slipping under his pants to wrap around it.  “You seem so. . . hard.”

              “Ohhh fuck!”

              Glenda took a step forward.  “Luna, are you okay?  You seem. . . different.”

              Luna suddenly twisted her head and kissed Glenda.  “Mhhhhm.”   Glenda’s face turned bright red before she pulled away.  “I feel fine, hun.  Just. . .”  Luna turned her attention back to Dan.  “Just so free and happy.”

              Glenda moaned as she stumbled back.  “I. . . umm. . .”  She stumbled down the hall, moaning under her breath as traces of pink mist escaped her lips.

              Luna turned her attention back to Dan.  “Looks like we are alone, my dear.”

              “Yes, we are.”  He laughed before Luna forced him onto the ground.  “Whoh!”  He gasped as his shirt was suddenly ripped off, her tender breasts pressing against his body.  “Oh my god!”  His sword lengthened, pressing harder against his pants.  “Oh fuck, this is so hot!”  He moaned.  “I never knew you were this—”

              Her tongue swam inside his mouth as she rubbed her massive, squishy breasts against his bare chest, milky fluid dripping across his body.  “Hush now.  No talking.”  She pulled down his pants.  “Don’t ruin the moment.”  Luna slowly positioned her body over his hardened sword, sliding herself so Dan would be inside her.  “Ohh, god.”  She pulled him in close, her tender, squishy breasts pressing into his body as her nipples hardened.  “Oh yes.”  She moaned as she felt him thrust.  “Oh god, yes!”  Her breasts hardened, becoming firm against Dan’s body.  “Ohh baby make. . . me. . . ohhhh. . .”

              Dan squeezed her sumptuous ass, his fingers rubbing all over her body.  “Oh god.”  He took long, deep breaths as her nipples dug into his broad chest.  “So fucking. . . ohh fuck!”  She could feel the tip of his dick dig around in her love hole, making her so very wet.  “I. . . ohh. . . don’t. .. fuck!”

              “Fuckkkkkk!”  She pressed down on him with her firm breasts as she felt the searing jolt of his love.  “Ohhh, yes!”  She squeezed his ass.  “Ohh, god.”  Milk shot out of her raw, tender nipples.  “Oh god, yes!”

              Dan looked up at her with a smile.  “Oh, Luna, that was amazing.  Where did you learn how to do that?”

              She leaned forward and kissed him.  “It’s what I was born to do.”  She licked his lips as she pressed her body against his.  “And I hope you can keep up.”

              “Huh?”  His eyes widened as she continued to thrust.  “I. . .”

              “We are not done yet!”