This choice: "Bimbo. That was the final 'B' wasn't it, Mikki?", as you feel dizzy. • Go Back...Chapter #4"Bimbo. That was the final 'B' wasn't it, Mikki?" by: Mr. George   "Bimbo!" She spat the word with vitriol, that made you cower. "Not merely busty, and blonde..." she raged. "But, you want a submissive and obedient woman!"
Dizziness grips you, as your environment shifts.
As reality swirls around you, a taunting voice reaches you. "There was another word, too." As your body retreats, no sensations to comfort you, just numbness in an empty voice. "Bikini-clad!" The hatred clear, unsure how you can hear it without ears.
But, you feel environment reform. The sound of seagulls crying, and the hint of a breeze, there's a salty taste in the air, and warm sand between your toes.
In a rush, your vision clears, and you emerge fully formed into that world. Every aspect of that promised doom more than delivered!
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You're blessed with breasts! Each bigger than your head. The weight tugging at your shoulders is relentless. Hidden beyond the swell of your bust, you feel the tight bikini bottom rising high on your ultra-wide hips.
"Is this -like- it?" you breathily ask the empty air. Wincing as you hear the brainless, breathless tone of your sultry question.
"Yes, Bimbo Mikki, I do." The voice echoes from every direction. Resonating through your body, you quiver at the booming voice of your God.
"Now, let's see if you can distinguish yourself. Let's see if Michael is superior to these others..."
Looking around, you see a figure pop into existence.
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Another, appears from nowhere...
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And another...
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and another...
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"Pwease stop..." you lisp, in a sultry voice.
It doesn't stop...
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You wince in sympathy, as you see her incredible curves.
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They pout, preen and pose. Each mouth a provocative invitation. Every gesture a reminder that they're your rivals...
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Breath hissing as you take in the latest arrival. Her hips and rump positively equine!
"Yes, that'll do." A familiar voice speaks inside your head. A sigh echoing around as you hear your tormentor decide the next challenge."
Dreading and suspecting what's coming next, you try to look past your rivals, and find a man on the beach. There are a few... but there are too many rivals for you all to get a man...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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