Angie isn’t answering her phone and I’m starting to get worried. We haven’t seen each other for months because of quarantine, but we rarely go more than a few days without a phone or video call.

But it’s been nearly three weeks. She’s not answering her texts or emails. And it may be crazy, but she only lives two towns over from me. So, despite the pandemic, I decide to head to her place and see what’s up.

Maybe I’ll freak her out, but I want to know she’s safe.

What if something happened to her?

I have to take an Uber since I don’t have a car, and I’m nervous the entire time. My mask is on, and so is the driver’s. But it’s a pretty long drive. I’m beyond grateful when he drops me off in front of Angie’s building.

I know where she keeps a secret key, so I grab that, but I try knocking on her door first. 

No answer.

I wait another minute before I can’t stand it and open the door. And what I see shocks me. Or, rather, what I don’t see.

There’s nothing inside her apartment. It’s completely empty, like no one has ever lived there. But I know this is supposed to be Angie’s apartment. 

So where is she? Did she move back home? Why wouldn’t she say something?

My phone beeps. I almost ignore it, but I’m so busy trying to figure out what’s going on that my brain needs a break.

And when I see it’s a text from Angie, I think that maybe she’ll have an explanation. That everything will be okay.

But the text doesn’t say anything. Instead it’s just a link to a video. I click on it. I need answers.

It’s… not what I expect. 

There’s a blonde bimbo sitting on a bench. I can only see her from the waist up, but I swear her legs are spread and someone is eating out her pussy right there. Her tits are enormous and the tank top she’s wearing can barely hold them in.

God, she’s hot.

I have to bite my lip to keep from making a noise. None of my friends know I’m a lesbian. At least, they shouldn’t. What does it mean that Angie is sending me girl porn?

Some kind of light seems to be swirling in the video and I can’t quite focus. It plays once and then starts over before I realize. Then I listen.

“Hey, girls!” The bimbo says with a bouncy smile. “I was so worried before. All the stuff that’s going on. All the boring life stuff. But now I have the cure. Check the link in my bio to see how to prevent all your worries. Bye!”

The video replays again.

My fingers are teasing the waist of my pants.

My pussy is wet.

Is that Angie?

It looks nothing like her. But there’s something about the slutty bimbo that looks familiar. 

A second text comes through.

Want to know the truth?

Then there’s an address.

I call another Uber. Whatever’s going on with Angie, I need to find out. And I need my body to get under control. She looks like some blissed out little bimbo. That’s not me. I’m not some slut.

But I can’t tear my eyes away from that looping video, and by the time my Uber gets here my panties are soaking and I need to cum.

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I’m dropped off on the outskirts of the city at a huge house. It occurs to me that no one knows where I am and that could be bad.

But I’m here now and I need answers. It’s not like something bad actually happened to Angie.

I go up to the front door and knock. I’m a bit scared. A bit worried. But this is just a normal mansion. It’s not like it's full of people out there to hurt me. 

I ring the doorbell and wait. I don’t have a plan. I’m not sure I need one. Angie texted me this address. She wants me here.

The door opens.

Bimbo.

It’s a mean thought, but it’s not wrong. She’s got long blonde hair, bright, vacant blue eyes, and stiff nipples poking through her lacy white top. She’s got on a tiny skirt but I’m sure I’d see everything if she bent over.

If I was wet before, I’m getting wetter now.

I try to have some discipline. But oh my gosh she is hot.

“What are you doing here?” she giggles as she asks, cupping one of her breasts and stroking her thumb over her nipple.

What’s going on? Have I just walked in on some porno fantasy?

Not that I watch porn. That would be wrong. 

And there’s definitely not a hidden folder of it on my computer.

I gather my wits and manage to answer, but as I take a deep breath I catch a whiff of her. She smells sweet. And milky. Are those tits of hers full of milk?

It’s a fantasy of mine. One I’ve never talked about. I’ve wanted to suck on some pregnant slut’s milky tits until the liquid seeps into my mind and takes me over. I’ve wanted milky tits of my own for years.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” The bimbo asks. Before I can say anything, she grabs onto my arm and pulls me inside.

I don’t even think about resisting.

I don’t think I want to.

I don’t think.

Is this where Angie ended up? Did she become some sort of bimbo slave?

The bimbo leads me to a small room and sits me down on a couch. Then she climbs into my lap. A normal person would question what’s going on. But I’m in such a daze that I can’t help but cup her thighs and keep her in place.

Her tits are right in front of my face.

“Didja like my video?” she asks and her breasts jiggle. 

“Video?” It comes out half question, half moan. There’s something pushing up from the couch, a little nub that fits right between my legs. I rub against it as I’m looking at her.

“The one I sent you?” She slowly undoes her top and her breasts spill out. And right there, right on the tip of her nipple is a drop of milk.

I lick my lips. But just a bit of sense comes back to me. “An--angie?” Could this big tittied bimbo really be my best friend?

“Dunno who that is,” she giggles.

“You’re Angie. You’re my friend.” Despite how horny I am, I manage to cobble two thoughts together. I have to get her out of her. Clearly someone has done something to her. Filled her up with cum and milk and made her into a big tittied slut for cock and cunt. Was she pregnant? Had some man bred her?

Oh god.

“Let’s watch it together,” she commands. “Do you have your phone?”

Her tits are right there. Why do I care about my phone? No. This is Angie. I have to fight whatever is happening to me, even if I’m doing it to myself. It’s like all of my repressed feelings are surging to the surface and all my willpower is leaking out of me.

Just like milk is leaking out of her.

I pull out my phone. It’s the only way I can keep myself from latching unto her nipple and sucking until her milk fills my mouth.

I open up the video and moan as I see her on the screen. She’s in the phone. She’s on my lap. She’s everywhere.

I’m so horny.

“Bliss, it’s, like, your turn in the--” out of the corner of my eye I see another big tittied slut walk in. “There’s no app… appo… no…” she seems to stumble over the word, as if she’s too dumb for all the syllab… sylla… silly sounds. “No girl coming in today.”

“She’s gonna cum soon! That’s Bambi.” Angie giggles.

“Bliss?” It’s what I’m feeling, but why did the slut call her that?

“That’s me, silly slut, now watch the video again.”

I moan and the video plays. It’s just a few seconds but I can feel it’s tendrils digging deep inside me, bringing out the slut I’ve been hiding. “Your name is Angie,” I protest.

“Oh!” Bambi says. “She’s one of your friends. From before Master took you.”

“Master.” They both sigh.

What’s going on? Who’s Master? The video plays again and I rub against the nub in the couch.

“Did you give her the potion?” Bambi asks.

Angie-Bliss giggles again. “Nope!” The sound pops out of her mouth. “She’s all bimbo slutty just from the video. Her brains are already bye bye. She’s ready to be a dumb bimbo.”

Brains? I know stuff! I’ve got intel… in… kno… smarts! “Not dumb,” I protest. “One plus one is two. Two plus two is four. Four plus four is oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m cummingggggg!” I can’t think of anything as my body surrenders to everything it’s been feeling.

Four plus four is… is…

I drop my phone as Bliss sticks her nipple in my mouth, all hot milk and soft flesh. I clasp on immediately and start sucking her cream.

It fills me up and there’s no room for anything else. Bye bye brains. Bye bye smarts.

I’m cumming again as I feel another pair of hands strip off my top. And then I’m cumming again and again and again until my vision whites out and there’s nothing but pleasure.