Dumpling's bimbofication adventure is getting too hot to handle. Just as she's finished servicing Mr. Watson, she discovers that Nurse Kandii has been watching her every steamy move. Unable to resist joining in the fun, Dumpling allows herself to enjoy some of the pleasures of her new bimbo body. But there are rules at Bimbo Hotel...and discipline comes to bad little bimbos that break the rules! Don't miss the next stage in Dumpling's erotic training in BIMBO HOTEL PART 3!
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As Dumpling approached the door to the pink, cotton-candy nightmare that they’d given her for a bedroom, she heard a curious sound. It was high-pitched and breathless — the voice of a woman gripped in the throes of some animalistic instinct.
It was the sound of lust.
“Ah…ah…oh yeah, yessssss…â€
There was something more than that, though. What could it be? It was a long, low thrum, like the sound of a high-voltage power line.
'Something’s going on in there,' Dumpling thought to herself. 'Someone’s having a…private moment.'
Slowly, very slowly, Dumpling wrapped her manicured fingers around the room’s doorknob. Biting down on the plumped pillow that now served as her bottom bimbo lip, she sucked in her breath and opened the sturdy room door, just a tiny crack.
She peered in.
The scene in the room brought the red color back to her cheeks in an instant. There, seated back in the room’s recliner, was the obscene figure of Nurse Kandii.
She was still dressed as an outrageously-proportioned parody of a nurse — a candy-coated dream for the most twisted of medical fetishists. However, all traces of professionalism had now been completely abandoned. The barely-there string thong Kandii usually wore was now crumpled beside her on the floor in a soggy pile. Now her bare assets was completely exposed to the room…and Dumpling could smell the sharp tang of Nurse Kandii’s scent mixing with the candy-scented odor of her strawberry perfume.
In Kandii’s hands was an enormous...something...thick, dark, and clearly quite powerful. It hummed loudly as Nurse Kandii used it to its fullest potential, bringing herself further to the edge with every furtive motion.
It was hot — unbearably hot.
Dumpling could feel herself thrilling even at this distance, at the stolen view she had from her place at the slightly open door. The familiar electricities of need were already beginning to overtake her — and her knees felt decidedly weak.
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WARNING! This 7000+ word erotic story contains scenes of forced humiliation, bimbo transformation, coerced discipline, submission, cosplay, bimbofication, BDSM, leashing, and coerced pleasuring. Not for the easily offended or the faint of heart! FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.