Agreeable by Vicki Gallus Chapter 7 of 10

[Catching up? This is a serialized posting of Agreeable, Book 1 of my Bimbo Perfume trilogy. Read the whole trilogy right now in the Bimbo Perfume Anthology on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1818870 – Vicki Gallus]

Chapter 7

Macy slammed into the bathroom on wobbly legs, a heat burning through her, rising, filling her. She felt like she was turning inside out, like every part of her was glowing, full of light. She could feel her heartbeat racing, like the drumming of her heart was the only sound around her, and the drumming would never stop. She could smell only citrus and lilac, that overwhelmingly Agreeable aroma.

She made it to the bathroom without passing out, but only just. Leaning on a sink, she let her head hang down between her arms. Why did she feel so strange? Was she going to faint?

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the sink, welcoming the cool touch of porcelain. As she stood, taking low shallow breaths, a tingling sensation coalesced in her chest. It stretched out from her chest and spread to her back and arms, curling and twisting.

The tingling centered itself in her breasts. She could feel them - was aware of them - for the first time that day. Macy had never had large breasts, never wanted them before. But now, well, if she was a slut, she needed to have large breasts. Everyone knew that, right?

She felt her nipples harden, tenting out the soft fabric of the corset she had purchased earlier that day. They felt almost painful, and yet, so nice at the same time. Her stomach clenched at the same time as her breath quickened.

She was so horny - after all, she was a sex-crazed whore. Her clit ached with need.

Macy groaned, standing up and regarding herself in the mirror. Her eyes widened at what she saw.

Her breasts! No longer small apple buds, her breasts were now full, ripe armfuls. At least an E cup. Her creamy flesh was barely contained by the tightness of the corset that strained against her new massive mammaries. Two proud, thick globes pushed their way out of her corset, ready to fall out of their confinement if she moved the wrong way. Transfixed, Macy gasped with pleasure. Her hair, her body - they were conforming with reality. Slowly she shook her chest. They jiggled from side to side, her nipples brushing against the fabric of the corset as she moved. The movement sent shudders of sensual lust arrowing directly to her pussy. These new breasts - the breasts that a slut should have - were seemingly hardwired to her cunt.

Stepping back, she could see that not only was her chest fuller, was wider, but her waist seemed to have disappeared. She had a perfect hourglass figure. Macy turned slightly, admiring the new curve of her hips. They were so round and full - and her butt! Her butt was thick and rounded. She turned to look at her ass, shaped like a heart - rather round and full like her chest. She felt a tremble. A lust. A hunger. An ache.

Then the tingling spread to her face. Macy watched with satisfaction as her lips began to plump and pout, filling and thickening. They filled out - thick red glistening pillows, sultry and inviting. Macy licked her lips, delighting in their hot, ready, thickness. This was what a slut looked like. This was who she truly was. No longer did Macy have a body that had been neglected and forgotten; Macy had a body that was fucking perfect.

Macy could feel herself getting wet and hot at the thought of what she would do to Carter or any man she met. She ran her tongue over her lips, sucking in their flavor, and wriggled her tongue out, wetting her lower lip. It had been a long time since Macy had given head. She had waited for the right guy to do it, sluts gave head, right? She needed to give head. Had to take these lips for a spin.

She gathered herself. Pulled herself together from the citrus clouds she had been floating on. Lust broiled and roiled in the center of her chest - her new, sensual, heavy breasts. They tingled with wanton need. It was going to be a day full of moaning and licking. And finally, to be filled with all the rich, hot meat that she needed.

The slut’s heart pounded in her as she headed out of the bathroom and towards Carter.

[More soon! Or read the rest of Agreeable and the full trilogy right now in the Bimbo Perfume Anthology: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1818870 – Vicki Gallus]