Bimbo Unlocked (9/?)

Bambi was still bouncing with excitement as she stepped forward, hips swaying, hands sliding up Troy’s chest as she tilted her head up, lips parting slightly, moving in close.

Inside, Matt reeled. God… here we go again.

Bambi eased into his arms, her glossy lips finding his in a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned as their mouths locked, tongue sliding past his in messy, desperate little swirls. Her body pressed tight to his, hips wriggling, her chest rising and falling fast as she kissed him like she’d been waiting her whole life for this.

Then Bambi’s hand drifted lower—fingers brushing against the thick, hard bulge straining in Troy’s jeans. The instant she felt it, her whole body shivered with delight, a muffled whimper escaping into his mouth as her nails traced slowly along the outline. She moaned against his lips, needy and unashamed, her hips squirming like they couldn’t wait another second.

Matt’s panic spiked. Ew—don’t touch that. Oh my god, stop… stop feeling it… please…

Troy pulled back with a low chuckle, smirking down at her. “Damn,” he murmured, eyes flicking to her lips, still slick from the kiss. “You want my dick that bad, huh?”

Bambi pouted immediately, lips pushed forward in a glossy little curl as she gave a needy wiggle of her hips. “Mmhmm… I want it like sooo bad,” she cooed, fingers still tracing along the outline.

Troy reached up, slipping a finger between her lips, watching as she sucked it instinctively. He let it slide free with a quiet pop, brushing it across her bottom lip before leaning in to press another kiss to her pout. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, princess…”

Bambi’s pout deepened, her lashes batting helplessly as Troy continued, his tone calm but commanding. “You’ll be staying with me from now on,” Troy said, brushing her hair back with a smirk. “Go back to your place and pack your things. And if Ethan’s there, just act like you’re Matt—tell him the hypnosis wore off or something.”

Her pout melted instantly into a bright smile. She gave a little hop and squealed, “Yes, Daddy!” before turning and scurrying off toward the bathroom, slipping out of the tiny outfit and tugging on Matt’s old clothes. A few minutes later, she was out the door.

Back at the apartment, Bambi got straight to work. She moved with easy confidence, emptying drawers, stacking clothes, boxing up Matt’s old life. Halfway through folding a hoodie, the front door opened.

“M-Misty?” Ethan froze in the entryway, eyebrows rising. “Wait—is that you? Matt?”

Bambi glanced over her shoulder, playing it casual. “Yeah, it’s Matt. The hypnosis wore off. I don’t think the trigger word works anymore either…”

Ethan blinked. “Wait, what? Really?” He hesitated. “…Cupcake?”

Bambi rolled her eyes. “Seriously?” She tossed a bundle of socks into a box. “Told you. Doesn’t work.”

Ethan hovered in the doorway, watching as Matt picked up another stack of shirts. “Err… what’s going on?”

Bambi didn’t even look up. “I’m moving out. After that little stunt you pulled? Making me fawn and kiss all over you?”

Ethan stepped forward, suddenly flustered. “Wait—hang on. I didn’t mean for things to go that far. You don’t have to move out.”

Bambi finally looked at him, eyes narrowed. “So you can try to hypnotize me again for your little project? Yeah, no thanks.” She shoved the last box shut, stacked it with the rest, and turned toward the door. “Goodbye, Ethan.”

A short while later, she was back at Troy’s place, one of Matt’s boxes hugged lightly against her chest.

“Good girl,” Troy said, voice calm and certain as he stepped forward. “Now go get dressed for Daddy—I’ve got a few presents waiting for you…”

The box dropped from her hands with a soft thud as she gasped. “Eee—okay!!” she squealed, practically bouncing in place before spinning on her heel and scampering off toward the bathroom, trembling with excitement.

Inside, she stripped quickly, letting Matt’s clothes drop onto the bathroom floor. She reached for the foundation, brushing it evenly across her skin, then added a touch of blush to warm her cheeks. Mascara came next—two coats, slow and fluttery, darkening her lashes until they fanned out in soft, perfect curls. A bit of eyeshadow followed, subtle and smoky, just enough to make her eyes look big and bright in the mirror.

Finally, she twisted the lipstick tube. The rich mauve color glided over her lips in thick, careful strokes. A dab of gloss brought it to life—shiny, full, impossible to ignore. She pressed her lips together gently, savoring the plush, perfect finish before smiling at her reflection.

She stepped into a pair of six-inch stiletto pumps, heels clicking lightly against the tile. Her lips parted, her thighs rubbed together as she shifted in place—body squirming, trembling, needy. God, I hope one of those rewards is his big, fat cock.

Matt froze. Wait—what? No. No, no, no… I don’t want Troy’s… big… …delicious… thick… juicy cock…