Bimbofication: Part 1

Sarah woke up, but it was far too early. The sun had just risen and only a small amount of light came through her bedroom window. She closed her eyes to fall back asleep, but she heard a rustling noise. It was fast, rhythmic, wet. Sarah strained her ears, trying to identify the sound. It was Emma: she was masturbating! Sarah looked down at her. Emma was twitching on the floor in her sleeping bag and rubbing herself. Sarah watched and considered her options. Emma likely thought she was being quiet, Sarah realized, but without her hearing aids in, she didn’t know how loud she was. Sarah waited for the wet rhythmic sound to quicken, and then…

“Stand up, arms up! Sarah said, bending down and speaking loudly directly into Emma’s ear. She jumped up and posed as instructed. Her eyes were wild, and her body was so… sweaty. “How long had she been masturbating?” Sarah wondered. Emma didn’t look ashamed, even though she was completely naked and posed in front of Sarah, as she had been yesterday. Now she just looked…horny.

“Good morning, slut.” Sarah said, beaming. “I see you’ve been busy.”

Emma put her arms down, and she seemed manic. She grabbed one of her hearing aids, fumbled to turn it on, and put it in her ear. She returned to her position with her arms up in the air. They were stretched up even higher this time. 

“I—I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you…” Emma said, her body seemingly straining to expose itself to Sarah. 

“Spread your legs apart. Wider. Wiiider.” Sarah coaxed as Emma dropped down as far as she could. She made an X with her body. Sarah couldn’t believe how pliable Emma was, and how she eagerly displayed herself.

Sarah sat up on her bed, as Emma stood only a few feet in front of her. Although Emma was technically standing, her legs were so wide apart that Sarah looked down at her. Emma’s legs began to shake from the effort required to keep her body in the position. Her arms remained stretched over her head, and her lower back arched forwards to push her pelvis and breasts forwards. Emma’s entire body strained to expose itself to Sarah. 

Sarah touched Emma’s nose lightly with her finger and then moved it down, tracing a line. First down her lips, then down her neck to her chest between her breasts. Then, down the center of her abdomen to her navel, and traced small circles slowly around her belly button. Emma’s knees wobbled. Sarah recognized that the shaking was due more to arousal than fatigue, and her hips rocked back and forth just slightly as if trying to hump at the air.

“You’ve had a few too many pancakes and desserts, haven’t you?” Sarah pulled gently at a small bit of belly fat below Emma’s navel. Sarah observed Emma moan a little in response to the question, and her pelvis rocked back and forth a little faster. 

“Uh huhh.” Emma responded, shifting in her position, still straining to keep herself upright with her arms up and her legs spread as far apart as she could. She couldn’t hold this position much longer. 

“Maybe you need a diet, Em. Just salads.” Sarah said, teasing, slowly circling Emma’s belly button with her finger again. “You can eat salads while you watch me eat pancakes.” Her finger moved from Emma’s navel down to her pubic hair and stroked her pubic mound gently. “You want to look your best, don’t you?...”

“Uh huhh, only salads,” Emma responded in agreement, humping at the air faster now.

Sarah pulled her hand away briefly, waiting for Emma’s humping to slow. Emma was on edge and Sarah wanted to keep her there. 

An idea occurred to Sarah. She thought of a use for one of the items she’d bought for Emma the day before…

“OK get on your knees before you fall over, and spread your legs apart”

Emma dropped to her knees quickly. She followed Sarah’s instructions with wild energy. She kept her hands as high as they would reach, stretching and arching her lower back.

Sarah moved to the large bag filled with the slutty clothing items purchased the day before. Sadie had folded and wrapped each item individually in tissue paper, and Sarah had trouble finding the item she was looking for. As she looked, she heard moaning, and that wet noise from earlier… 

“Emma!? Stop!” Sarah exclaimed in disbelief. “Put your hands above your head!”

There it is! Sarah found what she was looking for. She studied it. It had a band of black stretchy fabric for a waistband. But that’s where the resemblance to anything normal ended. At the front was a black bow, and a thin string of white pearls ran down and then up to the back. There was one larger pearl near the center, closer to the waistband at the back. 

With the item in hand, Sarah turned back to Emma. She sat with her legs apart and eyes closed. She was quite still. Her arousal was waning, Sarah realized. 

Sarah sat on the bed in front of Emma. “Kiss my feet,” Sarah said, “while I tell you about what we’ll do today.” 

Emma dropped her face to the floor, kissing Sarah’s bare feet. Sarah wore her pajamas and loved the feeling of being dressed while Emma was naked.

Sarah crossed her leg, and Emma followed the foot and sat up on her knees, allowing Sarah to rest her foot in Emma’s hands as she kissed it. Emma parted her thighs wide, remembering her earlier instruction. Sarah noticed Emma’s nipples harden. Emma kissed the foot more passionately. 

“Good girl,” Sarah said softly. Emma moaned in response. 

“Stand up, arms up,” Sarah said, “and close your eyes.” She had Emma raise each foot slightly and slipped the pearly G-string up her legs. 

“On your hands and knees now. That’s it,” Sarah said. ”Spread your legs. Now shake your tits back and forth. Good girl...” Sarah moved behind Emma to examine the pearly G-string. 

This was Sarah’s first opportunity to look at Emma’s pussy closely. Sarah thought back to her biology classes and knelt down to examine her. Emma’s outer labia parted widely as if to display its swollen contents. Unusually large inner labia lips were bright pink and puffy, and they draped widely around the vaginal opening. A swollen clit bulged out from its hood, visibly pulsating. Her glands produced incredible amounts of wetness, and Emma’s pubic hair was matted with moisture. 

Next, Sarah examined the pearly G-string. The thread that went between her legs was elastic, and its pearls applied constant pressure as they ran through her pussy lips. Sarah watched the pearl closest to Emma’s clit move back and forth, as she continued to swing her breast back and forth as instructed. Emma moaned occasionally, and Sarah kept close attention to ensure Emma did not achieve orgasm. Sarah continued following the string of pearls with her eyes as it reached the back of the G-string’s waistband. The one larger pearl was about three times as big as the others. It lay now at Emma’s perineum, just between her vaginal opening and asshole.

It occurred to Sarah that the purpose of the larger pearl must be to sit in the crevasse of a slut’s asshole. “Because, of course, who but a slut would wear something like this?” Sarah thought. Sarah considered this for a moment and then reached to touch her own asshole lightly through her pajamas. She cringed and drew her hand away, laughing to herself. If the large pearl could stay pressed on Emma’s asshole, it would produce an irritating and constant humiliating sensation. 

Sarah grasped the large pearl between her thumb and index finger and drew it back a few inches. Several pearls slid over Emma’s clit and through her pussy as the string was pulled back, and Emma groaned. Sarah then guided the large pearl to rest on Emma’s asshole, and Emma whimpered and shifted uncomfortably. 

Emma hadn’t considered that her asshole was exposed to Sarah behind her until she felt light pressure there. A feeling of intense humiliation washed over her. She stopped swinging her breasts and froze as something pushed against her asshole. Emma reached her hands back to grab at the thing that pressed against her most private place. 

“Keep your hands on the ground, Em.” Sarah said sternly. “Your new underwear is so pretty. I hope you’ll like it.” Sarah pushed lightly on the large pearl with her finger again. Sarah observed with fascination that the sphincter muscle reacted with a reflex response to the pressure from the pearl, and the muscle flexed, pulsing reflexively against it. As Emma’s asshole flexed, it moved the string of pearls back and forth slightly through her pussy. Emma squirmed and squealed at the unusual feeling, and her large clit visibly throbbed in sync with her twitching hole.