Sisters
Sally Carlisle looked up at Philomena Le Strade as her assistant entered her office. “Are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m ready.”
Sally smiled even as she said, “Now, I’ve told you. You don’t need to call me ma’am.”
There was a twinkle in Philomena’s eye even as she nodded which told Sally everything she needed to know. Her assistant hadn’t forgotten anything. She was merely doing that just because she could. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again.”
“Yeah right. We both know it will but I think that’s why you do it. You like to hear me scold you.”
“That may be,” Philomena said. “Then again, maybe that’s not it but we still need to go.”
Sally Carlisle was a fashion designer with short dark hair and ice blue eyes. On this particular day, she was wearing a dark gray pantsuit with a white top and a red scarf. “Do you think my sister will be there?” she asked.
“God, I hope not,” Philomena said.
Sally didn’t even bother to admonish her assistant for her remark. Yes, she might have been a bit course in what she said but it wasn’t like her sister was the easiest person to deal with. Heck, Sally Carlisle had known her sister for all her life and she still wasn’t sure she knew how to handle her. “I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s go.”
Sally Carlisle need not have worried if her sister was going to be at the gala because while the two women were identical twins, their lives had definitely gone in very different directions. Their family had been of rather modest means and often the family had only just barely managed to make do. Both girls were smart and pretty but while Sally had focused her efforts on design school and all that that had entailed, her sister Callie had taken a different route.
Where Sally had been the good girl in the family, Callie had differentiated herself so much from her sister that sometimes, people almost seemed to forget that even though they were identical that the two of them were sisters and Callie’s guidance counselor seemed to think that maybe that what Callie had in mind.
Even as Sally Carlisle and her assistant were making their way to the gala where they were supposed to be, Callie Carlisle was sitting in a bar dressed all in leather and just waiting for some poor unfortunate to come try and hit on her.
She couldn’t help but smile as she watched a man with blond hair step forward. He had the look of a guy who looked very sure of himself. Even as she watched him through the mirror in the bar, she could see him almost tell his buddies to watch him and then he stepped forward and he approached the dark-haired girl at the bar. “You waiting for someone?” he asked.
She took her time before she turned to look at the man. “Maybe,” she said. “For the right someone, maybe.”
The man grinned. “My name’s Bo,” the man said. “I think I might be the right someone.”
Callie didn’t bother to smile. “That might be your opinion,” she said, “but why do you think that should be my opinion. Do you even know why I’m here?”
Bo wasn’t the kind of man to let a little resistance push him away. “I think maybe we should get to know each other and then I’ll know why you’re here and maybe we’ll find out that the same reason I’m here is the same reason you’re here.”
“Oh so you’re here to destroy someone? That’s interesting.”
“What?” Bo now said with uncertainty.
“Are you here to destroy someone because that’s what I’m here for. I want to destroy someone. Is that what you’re here for?”
Bo now looked about even more uncertainly. “I, um, I think you’ve got me wrong.”
Now, finally, Callie smiled. “I’m toying with you of course, but the truth is I’m here to meet someone and I’m pretty sure the someone I’m here to meet isn’t you so why don’t you slink your way back to your friends and you can tell them that I was a total bitch if you want but why don’t you leave me alone.”
Bo did indeed turn and walk away.
“You know you weren’t very nice to him,” a man said.
Callie turned to look at the man sitting beside her. He was old and grizzled. He could have been in his sixties but he could have been older than that. “I meant what I said when I said it,” Callie said. “I’m here to meet someone. If you’re the one I’m here to meet then fine. If not then I’ll give you the same advice that I gave to Bo. If you’re not the one I’m here to meet then I’d advise you to back the fuck off.”
“I’m not the one you’re here to meet,” the man said, “but I am a broker. I can make the introduction if you want it but you have to know that an introduction doesn’t come cheap. There is a price to be paid.”
“I didn’t expect that there wouldn’t be a price. I just want there to be an introduction.”
“Fair enough,” the man said and he surreptitiously slid a piece of paper over to her. “In fifteen minutes, leave the bar and go here and we’ll see what happens next.”
Callie took the piece of paper and she finished her drink and then fifteen minutes later, she left her place and she left the bar and she went to the address on the slip of paper.
The address was in a motel which hardly surprised Callie. She knew of the woman that she wanted to meet but she had little doubt that the woman would not meet her in her own place. She had little doubt that if someone had the audacity to try and track her down and if they somehow found their way to this motel, they would find that the motel staff had no memory of the woman or of renting a room out to her and that there would be no record of the woman in the motel’s registry log or computer systems. This room was simply a meeting place and upon the close of the meeting, no one would be left in the room.
The woman in the room was named Lady Tarana although Callie had no reason to think that that was the woman’s real name. Lady Tarana was fashionably dressed although some might have claimed that her dress was somewhat garish. She was overly ostentatious. She wore numerous rings on her fingers. “Ms. Carlisle,” she said after she had been admitted into the room by an underling, “I understand that you want something from me.”
“I do.”
“Tell me then what you want.”
“I have a boyfriend. My boyfriend and his brother have a trust which was left to them by their parents and which they now on the death of their parents administer together. My boyfriend and his brother even live in the same house that was left to them by their parents. The problem is that since there are two of them, for them to do anything in the trust, they both must agree on what needs to be done.”
“Interesting but I’m not sure how that applies to me.”
“My boyfriend is weak which is exactly how I like him.”
“An admirable and totally understandable choice and I concur but again, I still do not see how this applies to me.”
“My boyfriend’s brother is a goody two shoes much like my sister which I suppose is fitting because he’s dating my sister. Each of them is intolerable by themselves but together they create a whole new level of intolerability. The problem is I can’t move either one of them but I have a way to get my boyfriend’s brother out of the way.”
“And how would you do that?”
“I already told you he’s a goody two shoes. He rather insufferably values his own view in the world and how he presents himself to everyone else so I have an idea. If I can dirty his reputation, it will make it more difficult to resist what my boyfriend wants.”
“And your intent is to make sure what your boyfriend wants is also what you want as well.”
“Exactly.”
“But I still don’t see how this involves me.”
“I was wondering if you could somehow dirty him up a bit.”
Lady Tarana gave that a thought and then she nodded. “It could be done,” she said, “but this is how it would happen. A package will be sent to your boyfriend’s brother. The package will contain a trinket but if the brother wears it, it will have an effect on him.”
“What kind of an effect?”
“His girlfriend will be turned into a bimbo.”
“But that means my sister would be turned into a bimbo.”
“It does indeed. Does that bother you?”
Callie sat back. Until this very moment, she hadn’t thought that her request was going to come back to her but it only took her a moment to answer that question. “I don’t have a problem with that,” she said.
“Good. You can go now.”
For a moment, there was a part of her that wondered if she should be asking how she should get back but then she decided against it. There was no doubt that she was dealing with some very dangerous people here and the last thing she wanted was to give them a reason to turn against her. She’d take an Uber back and just because she didn’t want to draw attention to where she’d been, she’d walk away from the motel before she called,
Did it bother her that she was going to turn her sister into a bimbo? Well yeah, if she was being honest about it, yeah, it did but it wasn’t like someone was going to kill her sister. That, of course, would be bad. Of course, she’d probably be turned into a brainless sex doll and she most likely wouldn’t be the person she was anymore but maybe her sister wouldn’t mind that at all. She might even welcome having other people do the thinking for her.
They wouldn’t be identical anymore, Callie told herself. Well, their DNA would be identical or at least she thought their DNA would still be identical. Actually now that she thought about it, she wasn’t even sure about it.
She wondered what her sister would look like with big tits and totally brainless. If it weren’t for the fact that she was so much of a bitch, she might be even cuter with big tits. Callie wasn’t sure why but it was just making her pussy so hot thinking of what her sister would be like as a brainless, blond bimbo girl.
Callie stripped off her clothes as she got herself ready for bed and as she sat there in bed, she couldn’t help but fantasize about what her sister would be like even as one hand rubbed one of her modest breasts and even as the other one worked its hand into her wet and hairless slit.
The next day Callie found herself wondering just how long it would take for Lady Tarana to put her plan into effect. She realized they hadn’t even discussed that and she wasn’t sure how to even contact her again. She’d been trying to reach her for a while and yet when contact was finally made, she couldn’t help but think just how random that meeting had seemed.
Even as Callie was thinking what she was thinking, a delivery van pulled up in front of the home where the brothers lived. The driver quickly jumped out of the van and left a package on the front porch and then the driver got back in his van and drove away.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and a man came out and upon finding the package on the porch, he picked it up and took it inside and he set it on a counter in the kitchen.
For the moment, the package just sat there. It was addressed to his brother so he’d simply set it aside but now that it was there, he couldn’t help but find his attention coming back to the package over and over again.
As much as he wanted to find out what was inside the package, he put it out of his mind and he headed into work.
But at the end of the day when he came home, the package was still right where he left it that morning and once again, Ron Jacobs found himself looking at the package and while he hadn’t thought about the package at all during the day, he once more found himself wondering what was in the package. It really wasn’t that big. What could possibly be in there.
Ron looked around even as he once more looked at the package. Could he get into the package without anyone knowing he’d done it, he wondered, and then he picked the package up and she pried up the tape.
The tape was finally loosened enough for Ron to slide his fingers into the package. He could feel packaging materials but nothing else until his fingers came up against something hard.
In that moment, all thoughts of trying to reach into the box without calling attention to himself suddenly disappeared from his mind. Suddenly, the only thing that mattered was getting into that box.
Ron ripped the box open and what he found inside was a ring box and as he pulled the ring box out of the shipping box, there was one thought that kept working its way through his mind. “Open me,” the thought said. “Open me.”
Ron opened the box to find a ring inside and now the voice in his mind changed. “Put me on,” the thought said. “Put me on.”
Somewhere in his mind, Ron was telling himself that he didn’t wear rings even if it was a man’s ring but even as he was telling himself that, he felt an urge that he needed to put it on his finger and the more he tried to tell himself that that wasn’t what he actually did, he found himself thinking that he should put it on until finally he was pulling the ring from the box and he was slipping it over his finger.
Callie Carlisle was sitting at home channel surfing on her TV when she suddenly sat up just a little straighter and she wasn’t even sure why. It was just something, a feeling, a feeling that something was off but almost as quickly as the feeling had come upon her, it was gone.
Except it wasn’t exactly gone. Callie wasn’t sure why. Something was wrong and she got up to go to the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She wearing a tight leather top with an exposed midriff that was zipped up the front. There was something she wrong, she thought, and then without even thinking about what she was doing, she pulled the zipper down and even as she did, the top pulled apart and her breasts seemed to almost visually expand inside her top.
Oh, that was much better, Callie thought. The fact that her breasts were visually expanding seemed to not be out of the norm at all. If anything, Callie found herself wondering why she’d put on such a tight top when her breasts were as large as they were. Her breasts just couldn’t handle being confined by such a tight top.
With her top now hanging fully open, she now massaged her now much fuller breasts and her breasts seemed to love the attention they were now getting.
Callie now pulled the top off and she cast it aside disdainfully. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t much care if she ever saw that top again.
Callie went into her bedroom to find something else to wear and yet as she surveyed her clothes, she couldn’t help but frown at what she had. Almost everything she had seemed to be designed for a woman with a much smaller breast. Finally though, she found a t-shirt that had been tucked away. She remembered thinking that the t-shirt had been too large at the time but now her breasts just seemed to fill the shirt up completely.
For just a moment, she wondered if there had been a change in her but in the next moment, she was sure she had always had breasts that were so big and full and firm and round that they would be the envy of any other woman and with that, she went back out to watch her TV.
Callie wasn’t sure what exactly she was watching. Really, she just found it so hard to concentrate but she didn’t mind as the night finally drew to a close and as Callie went off to bed.
The next morning she woke up to the feel of her heavy breasts upon her chest and for the moment, she thought this was the first time she’d ever woken up with breasts as big as these but of course, that was just so silly. How could she not have breasts as big as these. In fact even as she thought back upon her past, she knew of course that she’d had small breasts when she was a young child but it almost seemed as if she remembered growing these massive breasts sometime in high school and then it seemed as if ever since then, all the boys had always wanted to be with her.
As she laid there in bed, she realized her panties seemed almost excruciatingly tight as if they were maybe a smaller size than what she usually wore but of course she’d always had a big, full bottom. Not a fat bottom but definitely fuller and rounder. She ran a hand over her breasts even as she stroked her bottom.
Had her bottom always been this big, she wondered. Well, certainly not when she was a child, of course, but recently, had her bottom been smaller.
Callie found herself not liking that thought and the more she thought about it the more she realized she didn’t like having unpleasant thoughts because unpleasant thoughts were just so ... unpleasant.
Her fingers pried at her panties and she had to admit they certainly did seem too small for her but that was okay she thought as she pushed her panties down. She didn’t really need panties anyway, she thought as she slid her fingers between her legs and then worked her fingers into her pussy. She didn’t really need panties and she most certainly didn’t need to think.
It was some time later after her fingers finally got her off that Callie finally made her way to the shower but it was only after she got out of the shower that she rather unhappily realized she had another problem and she didn’t like problems because problems meant thinking and she didn’t much like to think but her problem was just about all of her clothes were almost too small for her.
What the hell was the matter with her, she wondered. Why did she have all this junk? What she needed was something that would make her look super cute.
She did at least find a leather top that she liked. It didn’t really fit her but that was actually one of the things that she really liked about it. It was supposed to zip up the front and she was able to get the zipper most of the way up to the top but not quite because of the size of her breasts but that was one of the things that she totally liked about it. She couldn’t get the zipper all the way up which meant there was the risk of it starting to work its way back down and how cool would that be.
The other thing she liked about the top was that it left her midriff exposed and there was something she liked about showing off her tummy and her waist. If anything, her tummy seemed even flatter than it had been before and her waist seemed almost incredibly small as if it had shrunk overnight but of corse, that was silly and she couldn’t help but giggle at that. Waists didn’t just do that. They didn’t shrink overnight.
She might have been able to squeeze her now massive breasts into the barely fitting top but she wasn’t done getting dressed yet.
For some reason, none of her panties really seemed tight almost as if her hips were now bigger. Sure, she could get them on but she wondered how they might feel if she had to wear them all day long.
Fine, she told herself finally. Fine. She could do without her stupid panties but that wasn’t her only problem. Whether it was skirts or jeans or whatever else she tried on, all of her clothes seemed tight as well. This was totally stupid, she told herself in frustration. How the heck could all of her clothes not fit her right at all.
Callie finally found a skirt that kind of worked. She knew she’d bought it on a lark because a friend had told her she’d look good in it but when she’d got it home and she’d looked at it again, she found herself wondering why she’d ever bought the damned thing. It was a pleated skirt but that wasn’t what was wrong with it. What was wrong with it was that it was so short but now that almost seemed to work to its advantage. Yes, it was short but with her now wider hips which seemed to be making everything else too tight, the too fucking short skirt seemed to fit her just right.
Of course, it wasn’t perfect because she still wasn’t wearing any panties so the too short skirt left her rather exposed underneath but at least it worked.
She had a ton of shoes in her closet but none of them seemed to work until she finally found a pair of six inch heels. She had the feeling she didn’t normally wear them to work but they like totally showed off her legs and that was like way totally cool.
Something was wrong. Callie knew that but every time she tried to think about what might be wrong she seemed to get distracted by some thing so she just couldn’t seem to focus on her problem.
She knew she was supposed to go to work although for the life of her she just couldn’t seem to remember exactly where it was that she was supposed to go and besides, she didn’t really want to get stuck in some stupid office if that was where she worked although for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what she did for a living.
Coffee. Without her even having to think that word just came into her mind. She needed to get some coffee.
She was operating without thinking and somehow that just felt natural to her as she walked into a coffee shop on the corner.
The girl behind the counter looked at her and then she did a double take. “Is that you Callie?” she asked.
Callie nodded. She wasn’t sure why she was being asked that or why people were looking at her but she nodded yet again.
“You’ve changed,” the dark haired girl behind the counter said. “Do you want me to get you the usual?”
In that moment, Callie only then realized that she didn’t even know she had a usual or even what it was but it was good that the girl behind the counter seemed to know it and Callie was relieved that she didn’t have to remember what the usual was so she told the girl that she did indeed want her usual and then she paid the girl and she stepped aside to wait for whatever her usual was.
“Ms. Carlisle,” the girl called her back. “Don’t you want your muffin?”
Callie once more stepped forward to take the plate with the muffin on it and she guessed that her usual must have included a muffin with her coffee.
She idly picked bits and pieces off of her muffin as she waited for her coffee to be available for her.
She hardly noticed the man who’d been behind her in line as he put in his order but she certainly noticed him when he came and stood beside her and then put his hand on her ass. “I like the new look,” he said in a low voice.
“Do I know you?” Callie asked.
“Oh, now I am hurt,” the man said in mock misery. “Wasn’t it you who said you wouldn’t go out with me if I was the last man on Earth?”
“I said that,” Callie said even as she tried to recall who the man was.
“Of course, you did say that you had a boyfriend and I’ll admit I didn’t know that so maybe you did have a reason to be upset at me but I believe you called me something like a skirt chaser who only liked big bottom bubble butt girls.”
“Did I say that?” Callie asked.
“You know you did but here’s the thing. You were kind of right about that and if we’re being downright honest about it, I would have said at the time that you almost had a scrawny, little bottom but it looks like you have a new look now and I have to say I rather like the look.”
“You do?”
The man stroked his hand over Callie’s tiny skirt and Callie couldn’t help but remember even as he did it that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Indeed I do,” he said. “You have a much nicer bottom now and I absolutely love the short, little skirt.”
Callie couldn’t help but preen at the compliment and then for some reason, she just blurted out, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
“You’re not,” the man said with even greater interest. “Now that’s something I’d certainly like to see. Kind of makes me want me to lift up your skirt right now. You know it wouldn’t take much to find out if you’re telling the truth.”
“I am telling the truth,” Callie said defiantly.
“Too bad it’s the beginning of the day. I know I’m on my way into the office and I expect you’re going into work too but I really would like to take you home and find out just what you look like without your panties on.”
Callie’s name was called and she went up to pick up her coffee giving her a momentary reprieve at least from the guy in the coffee shop.
But moments later, he had his coffee and then he was back again. He took a sip of his coffee before looking at Callie. “I’m still wondering,” he said.
“Wondering about what?” Callie said even as she took a drink from her coffee.
“Wondering what you’d look like without your panties on. You know I could call in sick and then I could take you home. What about it? Would you want to do that?”
Callie took yet another sip from her coffee. There was something to be said for doing what the guy was saying. Sure, she had no idea who the guy was but she’d only come here because she knew she’d wanted coffee but she had no idea what she was supposed to do after that. “I suppose we could do that,” she said.
“We could do what?” the man asked.
Callie took another drink from her coffee. “I suppose you could take me home and I could show you my pussy.”
The man raised his eyebrows and then he smiled. “Well now,” he said as he took a drink from his coffee, “if you’re down with that then I think we should go back to my place right now.”
Callie saw him pull a phone out of his pocket even as she drank more of her coffee and ate more of her muffin and then finally he turned back towards her. “Well I called in to work and said I wouldn’t be in today until later,” he said. “What about you? Did you make your calls?”
Callie nodded even though she hadn’t made any calls.
“Well, let’s go then.”
As they were leaving the coffee shop, the guy introduced himself as Roger and Callie told him her name.
“Well, Callie, it’s a pleasure to meet you. If we’re going back to my place, you can follow me over in your car or you we can just go over together in my car. Either way though, it’s up to you.”
Maybe she should take her own car, Callie told herself because after all, her skirt was just so short that even sitting down was enough to make it ride up past her hips and it was like she’d told Roger, she wasn’t wearing any panties but in spite of herself, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would do if they did that. Would he be a gentleman and look away or would he instead try and get a better look.
The funny thing was there was a part of her that was just dying to know so even though she knew she probably shouldn’t, she instead nodded and she said, “I guess we could go over to your place in your car as long as you promise to bring me back.”
Roger grinned at that. “Sure, babe,” he said. “I can bring you back after.”
Roger drove a Camaro and Roger’s Camaro was so low to the ground that Callie found herself presented with yet another problem. She was going to have to bend over to get in Roger’s car but if she did, she knew she’d surely be flashing everyone around but she’d already said she’d go with him so it wasn’t like she could just say she’d changed her mind and go back to driving her own car.
“Is something wrong?” Roger asked.
She couldn’t very well say what she was worried about, could she, Callie told herself so she shook her head. “No, nothing’s wrong,” she said but then she bent over to get into Roger’s car but just as she’d thought, just as soon as she’d bent herself over to get in Roger’s car, her short, little skirt rode up just as she thought it would and she knew everyone could see her pussy.
As quickly as she could, Callie scrambled down into Roger’s car and then she tried to pull at her skirt down even though she knew that wasn’t going to do anything to hide that she was naked underneath.
“Is something wrong?” Roger asked again.
Callie shook her head. How could she possibly tell him but then how could he not see for himself. Maybe he was just being a gentleman and trying not to call attention to what was already painfully obvious but now Callie wanted to make sure he understood that she wasn’t usually like this. “It’s just that my skirt is so short,” she began, “and it’s really riding up on me. I’m kinda embarrassed.”
“There’s really not that much to be embarrassed about,” Roger told her. “I think you have a nice pussy.”
“Really?” Callie asked as she now looked down at herself and then she found herself nodding. Roger was right. She really did have a nice pussy.
Callie wasn’t sure what she should do. Roger had just told her that she’d had a nice pussy and she’d found herself agreeing with him but did that mean she still shouldn’t be trying to keep herself covered up.
In the end, it hardly really mattered because Roger only lived a few blocks away from the coffee shop so even as she was still trying to decide what she should do Roger was already pulling his car into a parking lot and then moments later, they were in an elevator heading up to his apartment.
“This is a nice place,” Callie said as Roger let the two of them into his apartment.
“Yeah, I live here with my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?”
“Yeah but don’t worry. She’s at work now so we have plenty of time. Now we were talking about you wanting to show me your pussy.”
Callie couldn’t help but feel this was wrong. She didn’t know Roger had a girlfriend and what if Roger was wrong? What if his girlfriend did come home and what if he caught Roger looking at her pussy. That wouldn’t be right, would it, and most likely the girlfriend would be mad at her.
“You seem worried,” Roger said even as he moved closer.
“What if you’re wrong? What if your girlfriend does come home? That would be bad.”
“You can take my word for it,” Roger said. “She won’t but now I’m starting to think that maybe you’re just trying to be a tease and that’s not nice.”
“I’m not a tease,” Callie said defiantly.
Roger put his hand on her skirt and then with only a little bit of movement, he had his hand on her bare ass. “That’s good to hear,” he said. “By the way, you have a nice bottom.”
“Thanks.”
And then Roger was working his hand up under her skirt even as he continued to stroke her bottom even more and then he said, “I don’t think we need this skirt. It’s so short anyways. It’s kind of just getting in the way. What do you think?”
“I guess you’re right,” Callie said and then just to prove just how right he was, she unzipped her skirt and she let her skirt fall away.
That was all Roger needed to work his hand from Callie’s bottom to between her legs. “I like this,” he said. “In fact I like it a lot and I want to see it even more but first I want to see your tits. How about we take that top off?”
“But then I’d be naked if I did that.”
“Yes, you would.”
Callie wanted to object. She knew she really shouldn’t be naked but Roger still had his fingers between her legs and even if he didn’t have his fingers inside her she really did like what his fingers were doing to her and then she thought to herself that maybe if she’d come this far already, maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal and as soon as she thought that, she was unzipping her top and she couldn’t help but sigh with satisfaction as her massive breasts were now suddenly set free.
“There now. Isn’t that better?”
Well yes, Callie had to admit. It did feel much better now that her breasts were no longer tucked away as they had been.
“But now I can’t help but notice that you’re wearing much less clothes than I am and I hardly think that’s fair. What do you think?”
“You want me to put my clothes back on?”
“Oh no. You took your clothes off for a reason. I hardly think it would be fair to have you put your clothes on but I think I have a better idea.”
“What are you doing?” Callie asked although as Roger started to remove his clothes, it was abundantly clear what he was doing.
“I think we should go into your bedroom so I can get a better look at your pussy.”
“But what if your girlfriend comes home?” Callie asked.
“I already told you that she’s not coming home so it’s perfectly fine. What do you say?”
He was right, Callie realized. He had said it and of course, the girlfriend was his girlfriend so if he said his girlfriend wasn’t coming home then she had no reason to doubt him. “I guess we can do that,” Callie said.
Callie let herself be led to the bedroom and when Roger pushed her onto the bed, she laid back to let Roger do what he wanted.
Oh, she thought as Roger slid in between her thighs. He must really have been right. He really did want to get a better look at her pussy but then she felt him work his tongue between her lips and she couldn’t help but moan as she felt Roger’s tongue continue to eat her out.
Without thinking about what she was doing, she moaned even as her fingers went to the nipples on her massive breasts even as Roger continued to eat her out and yet just when it seemed as if Roger’s tongue was going to make her cum, he pulled back.
“Oh don’t stop,” she moaned. “Just a little bit more.”
Roger grinned down at her. “I think I’ve got something you’d like to even more.”
Callie was going to ask what Roger had until the man pulled himself up over her and then she felt him pressing his cock up against her pussy and then she felt him pushing his way inside her pussy. “Oh my,” she moaned.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Roger said.
Callie couldn’t help but moan as Roger fucked her. Oh wow, she thought to herself. This was definitely way better.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck, this is so good.”
In spite of herself, Callie found herself agreeing. There was a part of her that new she wasn’t supposed to like getting used like this but even with this in her mind, she couldn’t help but admit that she did like this.
“Oh fuck,” Roger groaned. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Callie wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to that but before she could say anything, she felt Roger push himself deep inside her and then she felt him cum inside her and just feeling that was enough to make her cum, too.
He left his cock buried inside her until they’d both finished cumming and only then did he pull his cock out. “That was fun,” he said.
“I had fun, too,” Callie agreed.
“I called in sick to work so we could do this,” Roger said. “I suppose I could say things got better and I could go in now but I’m totally fine if we did this all over again.”
“Again?” Callie said. “I’m okay with that but I was wondering if we could do something first.”
“Like what?”
“I need to go shopping,” Callie said. “I’m not sure why but none of my clothes fit me anymore. I think I need to get some more clothes.”
Roger cocked his head even as he looked at her with a bit of amazement. “You don’t know why your clothes don’t fit?” he asked. “You do realize your body has changed, don’t you?”
“Changed?”
Roger shook his head. “Never mind,” he said. “So you want to go shopping,” he said. “That’s not really my kind of thing so what’s in it for me?”
“Well if you took me shopping, we could buy something you really wanted me to wear and then I could come back here with you and I could model it for you and maybe you could even help me pick it out.”
Now that was something that Roger couldn’t help but find appealing. “Maybe I could help you with that,” he said.
“That would be like so totally cool.”
It wasn’t like Roger actually wanted to go shopping but at least he was there to help out to carry the bags and by the time they were done, Callie felt really good about her purchases. She now finally had some panties that fit although many of them were thongs and while she’d gone more into the tough girl look and leather in the past, it seemed as if her tastes had changed a bit. There were a lot more pinks and yellows in what she bought and it seemed as if she’d gotten used to wearing super short skirts because she had some more of those including a couple of plaid pleated skirts that made her look like a school girl except she doubted any schoolgirl had tits that were as big as hers.
She’d also gotten herself a couple pairs of jeans because as she told Roger, no girl could be without a good pair of jeans although these jeans were so tight that they almost looked as if they had been sprayed onto her body.
She was in fact wearing her new jeans and a cute pink top as they left the mall to go back to Roger’s car when Roger pushed her up against his car. “You’ve had your fun,” he said. “Now it’s time for me to have some fun on my own.”
What, Callie thought, and then she realized what he was doing. Not in the parking garage but then she had to admit that he’d been really nice and he really had put up with a lot during the day and then it just felt so good having him peel her new jeans down and slide her panties to one side that she was already wet when Roger started to fuck her.
It didn’t take Roger long. Maybe shopping made him horny. It certainly had made her horny trying on all those cute outfits but it wasn’t long before Roger was cumming in her pussy and then they were back in his car and he drove her back to the coffee shop so she could pick up her car.
Her phone thingy said she had a message waiting for her and when she opened the phone, she saw it was a message from someone named Philomena and the only thing that Callie could think was who was Philomena and the message didn’t tell her anything. All it said was, “We need to talk.”
It took Callie a good couple of minutes to remember that Philomena worked for her sister and then Callie found herself wondering if there was something wrong so she pressed the button thingy that would call Philomena back.
“Callie,” Philomena said. “Where are you?”
“I’m at home. Why?”
“We need to talk. It’s about your sister.”
Her sister, Callie thought and for just that moment, her head cleared. She’d gone to see Lady Tarana and her sister was going to be turned into a bimbo, she remembered. Could this be the start of that? She reminded herself that she wasn’t supposed to know anything so she had to play dumb which it turned out wasn’t that hard to do. “What’s wrong with my sister?” she asked.
“I’d rather not discuss it over the phone. Is it okay if I come over?”
What the heck was she supposed to say to that, Callie wondered, but then she nodded to herself. “Yes, it’s fine,” she said. “Do you know where I live?”
“Of course I know where you live,” Philomena said and Callie couldn’t help but think that Philomena sounded annoyed as if she’d just said something stupid but why was that a dumb question. Had Philomena been to her apartment, Callie wondered. She had a feeling she might have been there before but she just wasn’t certain.
“You can come over whenever you want then. I’m at home.”
“I’m leaving now. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at Callie’s door and moments later, Callie was pulling the door open and there was her sister’s assistant.
For a moment, Philomena looked as if she’d been on the verge of saying something but then in the next moment she caught her breath as she now looked at Callie. “What the hell happened to you?” she asked.
“What?”
“What do you mean what? Look at you. You’re … you’re not yourself.”
Callie shook her head. She had no idea what the heck Philomena was talking about but she was perfectly sure was the same person she’d always been even though she had had to go buy a whole new wardrobe earlier in the day. “You said you wanted to see me about something,” Callie said.
“What? Oh yeah, it’s about your sister,” Philomena said. “I don’t know if you know. Honestly, I don’t know how much you know about what your sister does but you always seem to have the knack of showing up at just the wrong time but your sister has a big show coming up and what I was going to come here to say was that you showing up at the wrong time would be bad for her and I was going to ask you to give your sister some space.”
“You think I should stay away from my sister?”
“I didn’t exactly say that. I just said maybe you should give her some space.” Philomena was still looking at her. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Why do you keep asking me that? I’m the same as I always was.”
“Uh huh.”
“I am,” Callie said with a pout and she felt like stamping her foot just to get the other woman’s attention. “I mean okay maybe I went shopping today because some of my clothes didn’t fit but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with me.”
“Actually, I like the look. It’s more girly than you usually look and I don’t know if you know this but I kind of like girls. It’s one of the things I like about working with your sister. I always seem to find my way into the dressing room when the models are changing.”
“You do? Why?”
“Haven’t you been listening to anything I’ve been saying,” Philomena said as she stepped closer to Callie and then she picked at the hem of Callie’s skirt.
“Stop that,” Callie said.
“You see that’s the thing,” Philomena said. “I really like girls and there are lots of girls that do modeling for your sister but they’re always so full of themselves and besides if you ask me, I think they’re always so scrawny. I like girls with big tits. You got big tits, don’t you?”
Callie fluffed her breasts up. “You mean these,” she said. “I think they’re pretty big.”
“I do, too. In fact I’d love to see them but if you don’t want to, I’ll understand. Some girls aren’t proud of their tits.”
“You think I don’t like my tits?”
“No, I wasn’t saying that at all.”
“I think my tits are great,” Callie said proudly. “Here, let me show you.”
Philomena watched as Callie unbuttoned her top and then pulled her top aside to show off her breasts.
“See,” Callie said proudly. “They’re really big or at least I think they are.”
They certainly were, Philomena thought to herself and while she’d always thought of Callie as being not only her boss’s sister but also as a bit of a problem. She was fine if she stayed in her lane but the problem with Callie was that she never did what she was supposed to do but this version of Callie was something different. She seemed amenable but Callie was never amenable which meant she was probably up to no good but she seemed to also have an almost childlike innocence about her. “Tell me something. What are you up to?”
“What?”
“I asked what you were up to,” Philomena said. “You never do what anyone wants you to do unless it serves your own purpose so I’m going to ask you again. What are you up to?”
Callie was confused. She wasn’t sure why Philomena was mad at her. Hadn’t she said she wanted to see her tits and hadn’t she shown her her tits. What more did she want from her?
Philomena could see the look of confusion on Callie’s face but she wasn’t at all taken in by the act. Still, if Callie wanted to play this game, she was more than willing to play along. “They do look nice,” she said. “In fact they look very, very nice from what I can see of them but you are still wearing a bra.”
Philomena hadn’t really thought Callie would take her bra off but she did and once again Philomena was left to wonder what kind of fool Callie was playing her for. She was acting like a bubble-headed bimbo but she knew better.
“That’s how they look when I’m not wearing a bra.”
Philomena couldn’t help herself. She knew this all had to be some sort of a trick and she knew she was going to hate herself when the trap was finally sprung on her but she did really like Callie’s massive breasts, so much so that her pussy was starting to get wet just looking at them. “They’re, um, they’re nice,” she murmured, “but you, um, you kind of need a bare pussy, too.”
“Oh, I can totally do that,” Callie said enthusiastically and then without even being told to do so, she was removing her shoes and then her jeans and her panties.
Shit, Philomena thought. She’d never thought Callie would do that but now she had and now Callie was standing there naked before her.
It’s a trap, some part of Philomena was weakly telling her but she just didn’t much care anymore. Sooner or later, the trap would be sprung and she’d probably be fucked but until that time, she was going to keep right on going. “You’ve got a pretty pussy,” Philomena observed as she continued to look at Callie’s shaved pussy, “but the best pussies are wet pussies.”
“Oh I can make my pussy wet. You want to see how?”
Trap, trap, trap, her mind screamed at her but Philomena couldn’t stop herself. “Sure,” she purred. “Sure, I’d like that. I’d like to see you get your pussy wet.”
“Cool,” Callie said, “but it would be better if I was lying down. Do you think we could go in my bedroom first?”
Philomena didn’t even bother to listen to the alarms going off in her head even as she nodded and then she followed Callie into her bedroom and she stood there and she watched as Callie laid herself out on the bed. “I do it like this,” Callie said even as one hand fondled one of her massive tits while the fingers of the other went to work on her pussy.
She didn’t care if it was a trap, Philomena told herself even as her own pussy got even wetter as she watched Callie continue to play with her pussy. If it was a trap then she was already caught but it was totally worth it.
“Oh wow,” Callie moaned as she continued to run her pussy. “Oh wow, it feels so good.”
Philomena was already slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders and then she was letting the dress fall to the floor. Moments later, she had her bra off and then her panties, too. “Here now,” she said as she knelt down between Callie’s legs. “Why don’t you let me take care of that for you.”
“Oh yes,” Callie moaned as both of her hands now cupped her breasts and as Philomena’s tongue now worked her pussy. “Oh yes, that feels good. That feels so good.”
Maybe it was a trap, Philomena told herself. Probably was a trap actually but she didn’t much care. She loved the way the bimbo squirmed when she ate her pussy. Her sister would never have done that. Her sister was all business and as good as business was, there was a time to have fun, too.
“That feels wonderful,” Callie moaned. “I love it so much.”
Philomena’s tongue kept working Callie’s clit and now her moans deepened and became more intense.
“So good,” Callie moaned as she squirmed under Philomena’s tongue. “So good.”
And still Philomena kept at it. She knew Callie was getting closer and that just made her keep up the pressure.
“So good,” Callie moaned again. “Oh my God. So good. So good. Going to cum. Oh my god. Oh my ...”
Philomena smiled to herself. Callie didn’t really need to complete that last sentence. She knew what Callie had meant to say even if her orgasm had deprived her of the strength to say it.
“You have a nice pussy,” Philomena said even if she wasn’t sure if Callie was listening. “You have a nice pussy but now I think it’s time you returned the favor,” and with that, she moved out from between Callie’s legs and she moved up over her body.
Damn, those tits were big, Philomena thought. Like scaling a fucking mountain, a bimbo tit mountain, but once she’d gotten her way up over the bimbo tit mountain, she could slide right down the back side until her pussy was right there at Callie’s mouth. “Eat my pussy,” she told Callie. “Eat it like the bimbo you are.”
Callie’s tongue came out and then she was doing just what she was told to do and her tongue was working its way into Philomena’s pussy.
Who cared if it was a fucking trap, Philomena thought. She didn’t know the bimbo slut had it in her but apparently she was one hell of a pussy eater and once she got her tongue going in another girl’s cunt, it was clear she had no intention of stopping and she rubbed the way Callie’s hands grabbed her ass as if to pull her pussy even more onto her mouth.
Fuck, she was going to cum, Philomena thought and then no sooner had she thought it then that was exactly what she was doing.
By the time Philomena left Callie’s apartment later that evening, she was less worried with what Callie was going to do to Sally and she was more concerned with what she was going to do next with Sally’s sister.
The next morning when Callie got out of bed, she walked into the bathroom to take her shower but she was caught by the reflection of herself in the mirror. Overnight, things had changed radically. Her and her sister had always had short, brown hair but now as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was now a platinum blond with long blond hair that seemed to come almost all the way down to her bottom and her brown eyes had somehow changed to blue and her lips had become thicker and fuller and all she could think was what the fuck!
I’m becoming a bimbo, Callie told herself even as she leaned in to take an even closer look at herself in the mirror. There was some part of her that was screaming that something was horribly wrong even as another part of her couldn’t help but admit that she looked good this way.
No, no, no, she tried to tell herself. She tried to shake her head but that only caused a cascade of blond hair around her. There was something wrong with being a bimbo, she tried to tell herself even if she couldn’t remember just exactly what that was.
There was a knock at her door and that was enough to shake her out of her reverie and she padded out of the bathroom to go answer the door completely oblivious that she was still wearing only the nightie and the panties that she’d worn to bed the night before and when she opened the door, it was her boyfriend, Ron.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ron asked.
“What do you mean who am I?” Callie asked. “It’s me. It’s Callie.”
“Yeah right. I know what my girlfriend looks like and it sure as hell ain’t you although you do kind of sound like her.”
“No, no, no. I’m being serious,” Callie tried again. “It’s me. It’s Callie.”
“Yeah right. If that was you then I’d have to say you changed one hell of a lot.”
How could she convince him, Callie wondered. How could she convince him that she was who she said she was and then she noticed the ring on his finger. “That’s new,” she said.
“What’s new?”
“That,” Callie said and she pointed at the ring on his finger. “I’ve never seen you with that before. Where’d you get it?”
Now for the first time, Ron was finally taking another look at her maybe because she’d noticed something that Callie hadn’t seen before. “Callie,” he asked, “is that you?”
“It’s me. It’s me.”
“Damn girl, you’ve changed. You’ve changed a lot.”
“No, I haven’t,” Callie said with a pout.
That got a chuckle out of Ron. “I’ve heard that before,” he said. “Now that kind of sounds like the old Callie. What the hell happened to you and why didn’t you come by last night?”
“Last night?”
“We were supposed to get together. You know that. You weren’t hanging out with some other guy last night, were you? Oh geez, that is so fucking like you. If you found some other guy who could do you even better, you’d waste no time letting the old one go. I should have known that.”
“I wasn’t with a guy last night,” Callie assured him. Ron didn’t need to know what she and Philomena had done together last night and besides, she still couldn’t remember why it was they were supposed to have gotten together or if there was something important that they were supposed to have been doing.
Ron smiled but Callie knew it wasn’t the type of smile that was supposed to put a person at ease. “That may well be,” he said, “but I suppose what is more interesting to me is not who you were with last night but what you look like now.”
“Who do I look like now?”
Again, Ron smiled and Callie knew he was hiding something. She knew he wasn’t going to tell her everything and she knew he was enjoying what was happening. “I do rather like your new look,” he said. “It makes you look like a bimbo.”
“I’m not a bimbo,” Callie said.
Ron smiled yet again. “I can see how you might say that. I suppose if I were in your shoes, I would probably say it, too, but what you think you are or what you think you are not is hardly as important as the you you are now. How big would you say your breasts are now?”
That question caught Callie off guard. She hadn’t expected him to ask her that. “I dunno,” she said. “I never checked.”
“But they are bigger than they were before.”
“Well yes, they are bigger,” Callie had to admit.
“Do you think I could see them?”
It was an odd request but sure why not, Callie thought. After all, it wasn’t like she didn’t like her breasts so why shouldn’t she let her boyfriend see them so she opened up her top so he could see her tits.
“Hmm, that’s nice but you’re wearing a bra. That’s not really showing me your tits, is it?”
Now that he mentioned it, Callie had to think that he did have a point. She was definitely wearing a bra which didn’t mean that he couldn’t exactly see her tits but it wasn’t exactly see all of them but she knew what she needed to do. “I can take my bra off if you want me to.”
“By all means, please do.”
That was all that Callie needed to slide her top off of her shoulders and then let it fall to the floor. She unhooked her bra and she couldn’t help but sigh just a little because no matter how big her bra was, it seemed as if her breasts just preferred to be unencumbered. “How’s this?” she asked.
“Mm, that’s very good,” Ron said and then he was fondling her tits. “That’s very good indeed but I still have a feeling that you’ve been holding out on me.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Ron smiled as he took her by the hand and then he moved his hand over to her body and he worked his hand behind her body and then down over her bottom and up under her skirt. She was wearing one of her new thongs which meant Ron totally had access to her bare cheeks. “I see you’re wearing shorter skirts now. I really like that. You should have done that earlier.”
“Thank you,” Callie said as she felt Ron’s hand squeeze her ass.
Without warning, Ron pulled his hand back and then he was swatting her bottom. “Are you sure there’s not something you want to tell me?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Callie said as he felt her feeling up her bottom.
“You don’t, huh?” Ron said and then he pulled his hand back so he could swat her bottom yet again.
“Ow?” Callie said.
“Did that hurt?” Ron asked.
“Yes.”
“Well then you should be more honest with me. Are you sure there’s not something you want to tell me?” he asked yet again.
“I don’t think so.”
Ron’s hand swatted her bottom yet again. “You know I don’t believe you but I suppose if you’re not going to tell me the truth then I guess we should find something else that you can do with your mouth.”
Callie would have asked what he meant by that but he was already pushing her down to her knees and then he was taking his cock out and he was offering it up to her and Callie knew exactly what she was expected to do.
“That’s it,” Ron said with a chuckle as Callie sucked on his cock. “That’s it. If we can’t get you to tell me the truth then let’s find something else for you to do with your mouth.”
Now that she had Ron’s cock in her mouth, Callie was totally ready to keep sucking his cock and the more he fucked her mouth with his cock the more she liked it.
“Fuck that’s good,” Ron told her. “That’s fucking good.”
She was doing a good job, Callie told herself and she was happy with that.
“Fuck,” Ron groaned and in the next instant, he was cumming in Callie’s mouth and Callie absolutely loved it.
It was only after Ron left that Callie seemed to finally realize what everyone else was thinking. Something weird is happening but I’m being turned into a bimbo.
Her next thought was that this wasn’t supposed to happen to HER and then her next thought was she knew who she needed to see.
If she was going to get whatever had happened to her undone, she was going to have to find Lady Tarana but she wasn’t sure how she’d managed it the first time. She knew she’d gone to a bar somewhere but she couldn’t remember where and as she recalled, she’d had to work to get the meeting set up because while it might have appeared to be a chance meeting, she knew it wasn’t.
Think, she told herself. Think. You can do this.
But thinking was hard and thinking about thinking only made it harder.
But she wasn’t going to give up because she didn’t want to be a bimbo. Well, okay maybe she did just a little, but not a full on bimbo.
She was still trying to figure it out when there was a knock at her apartment door and when she opened it, there was an old grizzled man standing there and with a start, Callie realized that she’d seen this man before. This was the man in the bar. This was the man who’d taken her to go see Lady Tarana.
“Come with me,” the man said and he didn’t wait for Callie to answer. He just turned and walked away and it was up to Callie to hurry out the door and to catch up with him.
Callie was led before Lady Tarana and Lady Tarana looked at her. “I understand that you have a problem,” Lady Tarana said.
“You said you were going to turn my sister into a bimbo.”
“No, I said we were going to mail a trinket to your sister’s boyfriend which we did. It was a ring, in fact, with a compulsion that would make him want to put it on. The box was dropped off but your boyfriend is just like you. The box was received but rather than wait to give it to his brother, he just had to see what was inside and so it was him that put the ring on and when he did, it was you that got turned into a bimbo.”
“But I don’t want to be a bimbo,” Callie wailed and then she thought of something. “I’m going to tell someone,” she said triumphantly. “I’m going to tell someone what you did to me.”
“Well now, we can’t have that now can we but I have a feeling you won’t be doing that.”
“Why?” Callie tried to ask with as much courage as she could muster.
“You’re pretty much a full on bimbo now as it is but I’m afraid we’re going to have to turn you into a full on bimbo slut.”
“A bimbo slut? What’s that?”
“A bimbo slut is someone who is just a stupid, horny little fuck doll. She has no brains at all and she’s totally fine with being absolutely clueless and even if she might say she doesn’t want it, the truth is she wants to get fucked all the time.”
“Oh wow, I don’t want that.”
“Oh but honey, of course, you do.”
“I do?” Callie asked.
“Oh most definitely. I know you wanted to turn your sister into a bimbo but just think about how good it is to be a bimbo. No one is ever going to ask you anything important. No one is ever going to expect you to know anything. Everyone will just assume you are dumb as a rock but that’s a good thing. No one will ever ask you anything so no one will ever ask you anything you don’t know.”
Callie couldn’t help but feel relieved. She’d always thought she didn’t want to be a bimbo but now it seemed like everything was just fine.
“And as a bimbo slut, all anyone is gonna want to do with you anyway is to fuck you but don’t worry. You’re going to love sex but the more you get, the more you’re gonna want to get. That’s the way it is with all bimbo sluts. They just want to fuck.”
That sounded like so totally cool, Callie thought. In fact, she found herself wondering why she’d thought being a bimbo slut wouldn’t be a good thing. It sounded like totally awesome. “When do we start?”
“Oh, honey, it’s already done. I’ll have my man take me home but before he does, why don’t we let him fuck you first.”
“I’d totally love that.”