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Gif: Become That Girl (Bimbo BE TF) Part 2

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A Random Day 521 - Become That Girl (Bimbo BE TF) Part 2

A Random Day 520 - Just A Sec Now (Bimbo Milf TF) Part 1

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- Story -

Jake had finally taken me up on my offer, asking me out to a local nightclub. I was excited—it wasn’t a place I’d been to before, and I was ready to let loose. I’d worn a simple yet cute outfit: a white skin-tight t-shirt that showed off just enough cleavage and a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged my petite frame perfectly. My new browny-red hair was a fun change, and I felt confident as we walked into the club.

The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and Jake and I wasted no time hitting the bar. Four or five shots in, I was feeling the alcohol’s effects—I wasn’t drunk, but definitely buzzed. When Jake asked me to dance, I couldn’t resist.

“Alright,” I said with a grin, “but let me make this interesting.”

What I didn’t realize was that mixing alcohol and my morphing powers was a recipe for disaster.

As we stepped onto the dance floor, I snapped my fingers, intending to change into a sexy black dress with side boob. What actually happened was… well, chaotic.

A pink flash surrounded me, and I felt my body shift. My hair grew longer and lighter, turning into a glossy platinum blonde. My face matured slightly, aging me from 25 to 36, and my hips widened into a full hourglass figure. The black dress appeared, clinging to me in all the right places… or so I thought.

My chest expanded, my breasts swelling into massive, rounded orbs that strained against the dress. I didn’t even realize how big they’d gotten until the strap around my neck snapped, leaving my breasts to spill out dramatically.

“Oh no,” I muttered, trying to cover myself, but the dress slid down my body, pooling at my feet and leaving me in just my black panties.

Jake’s eyes widened like saucers, and he quickly grabbed me, pulling me close to hide my exposed assets from the leering men on the dance floor.

“Kira,” he hissed, his face red, “what the hell was that?”

I laughed nervously, cupping my chest. “Uh… an experiment gone wrong?”

He shook his head, trying not to laugh. “This is crazy, you know that?”

With a giggle and a snap of my fingers, I fixed the dress—and myself—returning to a more manageable form.

“Better?” I asked, smoothing down the dress.

Jake sighed, finally letting go of me. “Much. Now, let’s dance before you decide to turn into a rocket ship or something.”

I giggled, pulling him further onto the dance floor.