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Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

Her nightmare had come true. She knew that it was going to happen someday, knew that they would find her eventually. But she just didn't think it would happen this quick. Had her sister given away their location during the bimbofication process? She must have - not that Michelle blamed her. The resistance leader had no idea what happened during it, whether they were tortured for answers. But once you became a bimbo, you were dumb enough to spill out anything they wanted to hear. She doubted that the other two resistance fighters would escape, the bimbo brigade were probably surrounding the place and no doubt knew of every single entrance and exit the make-shift bunker had. Raising her hands, Michelle lowered her head in defeat. It'd be impossibly to retrieve her gun in time, and even though the policewoman was a bimbo - they were still good at their job. She'd have that stun gun out before both of Michelle's feet left the floor. But maybe there was a chance of escape somewhere else? Any kind of opening, Michelle would go for it. Okay... okay. She conceded, giving a look of disgust at the sight of the transformed woman in front of her. Oh, she could bet the Glorious Leader would be pleased. Michelle had been a thorn in her side for quite a while, and had become target number 1. With Michelle captured, the resistance would suffer a serious blow.
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

Heh heh heh...all right, baby, she cooed, smirking as she slipped the handcuffs off of her belt and fastened them around Michelle's wrists. As the bimbo cop strutted around her, she could feel those ridiculously oversized breasts rubbing against her...and a chilling feeling that soon she'd think breasts like those were amazing. Mm, I'm so gonna get a promotion for this...I'll make sure you get a little extra time, cutie, she said, leaning in and planting a kiss on the woman's cheek. This seemed strange, not much like a raid at all. But as Michele was trotted out of the bunker and toward the big black-and-pink car the pieces started to come together. This cop wasn't going by the books--they'd probably known about the bunker, but were waiting for a good time to strike when she had just read the file and gone to capture the resistance leader herself. The cop's superiors would be chewing her out, no doubt...but it meant her fellow members might have gotten away! She could only hope they would make it somewhere safe before being tracked down. She was stuffed into the back seat of the car as the bimbo cop drove her back to the police station, then tugged back out as she was pulled up the steps and in through the back door. Melissa was tossed into an interrogation room, but instead of the traditional table with a single light, it looked more like a tacky bedroom, decorated in fuzzy pink and purple, complete with a bed squeezed in there. Let's get this interview started, the cop said from behind the one-way window. So, tell me your name and what you do, she said. Melissa could feel the tiniest of tingles where her hair touched her shoulders--the rich blond color was starting to gradually lighten as her hair slowly grew longer. At the same time, there was an even more troubling sensation of growth coming from her chest, slowly pulling her bra tighter.
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

She didn't like this. The interrogation room wasn't anything like she expected at all. All that pink and purple... it was the tell-tale signs of a bimbo's taste. Michelle didn't want to touch anything, she stood in the middle of the room and looked at the window on the far side. She was going to resist. She was sure her sister did the same, made the process as hard for them as possible. Unfortunately, Michelle didn't know just how impossible it actually was. Everyone always turned, and ironically it was the ones that tried to fight it that seemed to become bimbos that little bit faster. She folded her arms across her stomach and turned around, keeping her back to the glass. I'm not saying anything. She muttered, refusing to play their little game. They knew her name. They knew what she did. And she was proud of it. Being one of the last women in the country to resist the tyranny of their dictator. What's the point in these questions when you already know the answers? She asked, not noticing the slight change at first. Pink. What a horrible, horrible colour of pink. Then she felt it. Her breasts. Growing heavier, causing her bra to pinch at her rather flat-chest. Oh no. It wasn't happening already, was it?!
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

These questions are so we can establish a baseline, so we know how your body responds when it's lying. That was...fairly intelligent coming from a bimbo, but she still didn't like it. And if you start lying when I start asking the important stuff, I've got some pretty buttons here that can let me do this. Michelle had to fight back a sudden moan as her bra disintegrated with a soft 'puff', and her shirt now dragged slightly against her nipples. She could see them through the fabric, standing up firmly and seeming to swell as well while her breasts slowly grew out rounder and softer. The weight was one thing, but the sensitivity threw her off the worst--she'd never realized how hard it was with a shirt brushing along your tender nipples all the time. Now, I'm gonna ask again, what's your name, and what do you do? the bimbo asked slowly, as if she wasn't sure if Michelle could understand if she talked quickly. Snapping at her might make her alter her clothes again...or worse, speed up the process. Her hair was curling slightly as the natural color left it, gradually sliding down her back. She reflexively licked her lips as a soft warmth ran through them, and they began to feel a bit puffy--because they were in fact growing slowly puffier, and more tender to the touch like her breasts.
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

Michelle tried to keep the panic off of her face. She thought she was a strong woman, thought that she would be brave when it came to the bimbofication. But she was wrong. She was worried, her body was changing in a way that she didn't like. And soon, her mind would go as well. But Michelle knew she had to go down fighting. She couldn't let anyone see the great resistance leader's last moments as a free woman, filled with crying and begging. The question came again - what her name was, and what she did. Michelle's head shook, now her lips were growing. By now, things were getting very uncomfortable on her upper half. Her chest really stretching against the jumpsuit, which was becoming less and less loose-fitting. And her nipples her clothes were irritating them to no end. She gripped both of her breasts, thinking that by pushing against them, they would stop growing. But her attempts were pathetic, and did not work. Her back remained to the window, refusing to allow the bimbo cop to see her face.
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

Her attempts to hold her bust back were doing little but making it even harder to keep up her resistance. Her fingers digging into the soft flesh, palms brushing against her fabric-covered nipples...all that pleasure was doing more harm than good to her. Subconsciously, her body curled her back slightly as she could feel her jumpsuit starting to shift against her hips, slowly growing tighter around her as hips and ass both began to swell. It wasn't hard to see why some people submitted so easily...it was hard to fight against so much pleasure. Having some trouble with your top? Let me help, the cop said, and Michelle could watch as the sleeves seemed to roll away and vanish, leaving just straps that hooked over her shoulders. The material was shifting, and she could feel it quite intensely on her nipples as it grew smoother, more form-fitting...and stretchier. Her growing wild curls of hair spilled against her chest as it bounced forward slightly, wrapped up in black spandex...though if she looked closely, she could see the leopard spot pattern starting to emerge. She didn't know it yet, but her voice had slowly started to creep higher, sounding more sultry and breathy, while a little voice piped up in her head, Spandex is sexy! No, she didn't think tha...well...it was kind of sexy...
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

Michelle knew she was losing the battle, and that deluded state of denial that she was in was quickly beginning to crash down, her mind turning to mush and thoughts of resistance being replaced by dumb thoughts of being a bimbo. Her jumpsuit had completely evaporated, and in it's place was a stretchy, skin-tight leotard made of spandex. Amazingly, it seemed to pull itself enough to compensate for her ridiculous sized-tits, and backside that had become horribly inflated. The former resistance leader's body-shape was now on the verge of becoming comical. She'd never worn tight clothing in her life, always preferring to stick to something loose and baggy. Now - all she could think about was being a stupid whore. Her flat-footed boots were gone, and now she wore a set of high heeled shoes. One inch... two inches... four inches... six inches! Michelle was now a few inches above the six foot mark, having been on the tall side to begin with without the need for heeled shoes. Her hands began to absently rub at the irritation of the spandex against her nipples, but another hand also crept down to between her legs, stroking her long nails against the fabric. Oh, that feels good... she thought, turning round and looking towards the window with a near-dead stare.
Thread: Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

The cop could recognize that look...and while she probably wouldn't get much out of her now, it meant that there was one less resistance fighter out there, trying to fight against the glorious leader's reign. Her lips were swelling, puffing up further and pouting as they became particularly sensitive. As they grew, a rich red color swept over them, and she could see those lips in the mirror. God, they looked gorgeous. What if they were bigger, though...? Even her shoes weren't finished with her--both heel and sole began to rise as they lifted into platform heels. Two tiny pinches could be felt in her eardrums before rings of gold began to grow out of them, quickly growing into exceptionally gaudy gold hoop earrings. Matching her neon-colored nails were bright bangles that wrapped tightly around her wrists, glittering and tinkling whenever she moved. Her leotard had broken in two, the top still trying to restrain her breasts, a bright yellow patterned with leopard spots, while the bottom shifted to a vibrant, eye-catching green. So, miss...Maxxi Mounds, are you feeling sorry for what you did? the cop's voice asked. That name was so cute! But...no, it wasn't her name! There was still just a bit of the old her left, still trying to fight back against the oncoming changes. Her thick, almost mane-like head of teased-out hair shook and bounced as she struggled to keep a part of her old self alive.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

I don't know. Isn't it a bit...tacky? A frown creased the businesswoman's face as she looked down at the purse in her hands. Cassandra's old purse had broken apart at the strap on her way into work today, so it was time to get a new one. Slipping out of her building around ten, she'd headed to a nearby boutique in the bustling shopping district. There was a very professional-looking black leather bag, but the clerk seemed more than a little insistent. Oh no, not at all! the clerk reassured her eagerly. This purse doesn't say slut, not on you. On you, it says, 'look out, I'm a dangerous predator'! Business is a jungle after all, right? And you deserve to be queen of that jungle! Cassandra felt like pointing out that it was lions, not gaudy leopards, but instead just said, Hmm. And, because it matches your eyes so well...thirty percent off. The clerk had struck a chord with the budgeting, business-minded woman, and Cassandra's eyes lit up slightly. I'll take it, she said, a little less worried about how much it would clash with her business top and pencil skirt if she was going to be getting it for one hundred and fifty dollars off. Pushing back her brown bangs, the rest of her hair tied up into a bun, she leaned over the counter to write out a check. She ripped off the check and handed it to the cashier, then took the receipt and the new purse with a smile. If it really looked bad, she could just get it dyed black, she thought. She tossed the receipt and checkbook in the small bag, then slung the pink, furry, leopard-spotted purse over her shoulder and headed back toward her office. As it rocked lightly against her side, she felt satisfied with a successful transaction.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

The purse may have appeared to be a normal, if a bit tacky, purse, but in reality it was certainly a bit unique. It had in it some sort of curse, the source of which no one knew. When someone bought that first bit of fur, it was one step to a full fur wardrobe. It would infect their mind, change their body, and eventually, they would be nothing more than a big-titted, fur-covered bimbo. Even an intelligent businesswoman like Cassandra was just one step from this. Her body would change, and she would want more fur to press against her sensual body. Within hours of the purchase, the thought of buying more fur would begin to creep into her mind. For the last few months, Katelyn had been Cassandra's secretary. The businesswoman could be a bit of a hardass at times, but it was a good job overall. With auburn hair and light skin, Katelyn was certainly a pretty girl. Like her boss, she dressed in a very business-like fashion. With her hair in a tight bun and a gray pantsuit to cover her body, she was the opposite of a slutty appearance. When the office door opened, Katelyn's blue eyes glanced at her boss from behind her thick-framed glasses. Good afternoon, Ms. DeMille. How are- The secretary said, cutting off when she saw the leopard-print purse. It definitely wasn't like her boss.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Cassandra's stride was the confident step of businesswoman who knew just how powerful she was, and wanted everyone else to know it. The one thing that didn't fit with that air of authority and confidence was the bright, furry purse hanging off her shoulder. Good afternoon, Katelyn, she said, smiling at her secretary. She was a good girl and got the work done, though from time to time Cassandra had to be hard with her--she couldn't let her get too friendly, because it was only a short way from there to getting sloppy and lazy. She did have a good manner of professional respect for Katelyn, and she was sure that her secretary felt the same. Oh, you saw my new purse? she asked, as if it wasn't neon pink against her black top. It makes me look like a predator, you know. Queen of the jungle, she said, flashing a small grin at Katelyn. Plus it was thirty percent off. That made a little more sense with the Cassandra that Katelyn knew, but it was still quite strange nonetheless. Is there anything important on my schedule for the rest of the day? she asked as she walked into her office, taking a seat in the soft chair. After listening to her day's obligations, she let Katelyn get back to her desk, while she began to go through some of her emails. After a while, she shifted in her seat slightly, feeling like her clothes were a little constricting. That was ridiculous though, she'd had this tailored for her. Was she eating a bit too much? She made a mental note to cut down on her lunches.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

The pink, furry purse was certainly out of place, and Katelyn, who thought she had a pretty good idea of what her boss was like, couldn't help but be confused at the purse. It would fit on some whore walking down a city street in skimpy clothing, but with the businesswoman in a suit, it looked totally out of place. Her boss would always look for a good deal, but normally this kind of thing would be repulsive to Cassandra. Yes, it's very nice. Gives of a total different image than your last purse. Katelyn commented. It was the best reply she could think of. The secretary went over the businesswoman's schedule, which consisted of fairly normal things for Cassandra a few phone calls and a meeting later in the day. When her boss returned to her office, Katelyn paused for a moment, still trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, she shrugged dismissively and looked back down at her work. Maybe her boss was simply hitting an early mid-life crisis. The curse of the purse had now begun to infect the body of Cassandra. Within an hour or two, her breasts will have added an extra cup, and her hips will widen noticeably. A bit of extra puffiness to her lips, and an increase in lust. Nothing extreme, but her sexual urges would increase. A strong-willed individual would be able to control it, but still want some stimulation, something small like oral sex. The urge to have more fur on the increasingly sexy body would grow in the victim's mind, drawing her to go and buy some more fur. Not a full shirt, but more, whether it be socks, panties, or a fur bra. The urge to buy more would grow with time like the victim's bust.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Around eleven, Cassandra had begun to feel the light, pulsing heat that was beginning to grow between her legs. She didn't often get horny at work--she didn't often get horny anywhere, so she was more than a little surprised to find that she was getting wet over nothing. She had to take care of it, though, or she'd be spending the whole day acting like she had a stick up her ass, trying to hold in her lust. No one was going to be coming in or calling, so she might as well just do it herself. Pushing her hand into her skirt, she shuddered and bit her lip as she began to stroke herself, muffled moans slipping between her teeth as her hips rocked, cheeks flushed. After her light orgasm, she cleaned herself up and threw the tissues away, letting out a relaxed sigh as she got back to work. But her clothes were bothering her now, much more than usual. She put up with it as best she could until lunch time, but her panties were digging into her hips tightly while her bra sunk into her shoulders and squeezed her breasts. Hold my calls, I'm going to go out shopping, Cassandra said to Katelyn as she walked out of the office. She'd meant to say 'getting lunch' to cover up her strangely compulsive shopping, but the truth had just slipped out. On her walk to the shopping district, she found her chest and ass seemed to be bouncing much more than she liked. Her hips were swinging, slowing down her walk just a bit. She didn't even realize the slight pout she was letting her mouth slip into. She walked straight up to the clerk as she slipped into the 'intimate apparel' shop, and pushed her chest out a little. Hi there, I could use a new bra--mine's getting a little, uh, old, and some new panties to go with it. I was thinking something with-- the purse brushed against her side, feeling a little warm, --fur, maybe? Or maybe a fur bikini, she said, holding still to let the clerk take her measurements.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Sounds came from the office, ones that didn't make sense. Katelyn could only faintly hear the sounds, and couldn't make out what was going on. They were muffled sounds of... pleasure? The secretary didn't know what was going on, and didn't ask. Her boss had never been one to tell a lot about her personal life, and the receptionist would never push questions about it. When Cassandra said she was going to go shopping, the secretary was again confused by the odd actions for the boss. After Cassandra left, the secretary mumbled quietly to herself about how weird her boss was being. Maybe something was wrong in her life, but hopefully she wold be going back to normal. Katelyn wasn't concerned enough to question her boss yet. Maria had been working in a lingerie shop for a few months, and had seen more than a few weird people come through the shop, as most people who came through had something a little bit off, and when the businesswoman walked through the door, she was a bit surprised, but with the large bust and ass of the woman, it definitely wasn't the oddest thing she'd seen. For all Maria knew, the woman could have been pleasing some man's fetish for businesswomen. Maria was a bit short, at 5'4, with lightly tanned skin and dark hair which went down to her upper back. She had hazel eyes and a decent C-cup bust. The clerk took the measurements of the woman like she did many others, and was a bit surprised at the measurements, which came out to be 34E-26-39, making the bra that the woman wore much too small. Well, your breasts are a bit larger than normal, but I'm sure we have something for you. I know that we have some fur bikinis. What kind of fur do you like? I know that we have leopard, mink, and tiger styles in your size. The clerk asked, stepping away from the buxom businesswoman.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Cassandra's serious hairdo had come undone slightly, her bangs hanging down a bit lower with a little bit of a curl to them, while her tight bun had loosened and fallen out into a ponytail. The dark brown had lightened somewhat, looking a bit redder and more vibrant, perhaps even with a hint of dirty blond. It wouldn't have looked particularly strange to anyone but those who knew Cassandra well--it just looked like she took a little more time to style her hair up somewhat. Cassandra would have balked at her actual dimensions, but since the clerk didn't mention them, she just took the compliment on her bust size in stride, smiling at Maria as she curled her back slightly to stick her chest out a little more. Normally, she wouldn't wear a bikini as underwear, but considering how tight her underwear felt right now, she was fine with something that had a bit of stretch, at least until she had the time to get some decent new underwear tailored for her. Ohh, Cassandra almost moaned as she thought about what style to get. Leopard would match her purse, but mink would be so soft on her breasts... Licking her plumper, subtly pouting and slightly tender lips, she considered each before deciding, I'll get the tiger style, with a warm smile. As soon as the bikini was in her hands, she slipped into the dressing room, not even looking at the mirror as she quickly stripped down, pulling off the ill-fitting underwear and sliding into the bikini before slipping back into her business suit. But as she redressed, she left the edges of the bikini peeking out from underneath her top, to give flashes of the bright fabric beneath her dull clothes. What do you think? she asked with a light smile, posing slightly after slipping out of the changing room.