Bimbofication: Part 1

Sarah was satisfied that Emma’s pearly G-string would keep her aroused and compliant. The pearls teased at her pussy but did not seem capable of producing enough stimulation to bring her to orgasm. “Let’s go have some breakfast. I’m getting hungry.” Sarah declared. She slapped Emma’s ass with her bare hand playfully and stood up from the bed where she’d been seated, stretching her arms. A red handprint appeared and faded from Emma’s naked ass.

Emma was still on her hands and knees, her nose pressed to the ground, and her ass in the air pointed up at the bed where Sarah had been seated. She’d calmed slightly; her pussy was still noticeably swollen, but her clit no longer visibly pulsed. 

“You can sit comfortably now, slut.” Sarah said in a playful mocking tone. She moved to the large cloth shopping bag filled with the clothes she’d bought for Emma the day before and considered which outfit would be best for the day. 

Emma moved to sit cross-legged on the floor, leaning her lower back against the side of Sarah’s bed. She was still fully nude but showed no sign of embarrassment. She seemed comfortable being naked in front of Sarah now. Emma wore her thick glasses, which made her eyes appear far larger. And, with her legs still crossed, she arched her body forward to look more closely at the pearled G-string that ran between her pussy lips. 

Emma’s breasts hung free as she arched forwards, and her long swollen nipples brushed against her knees. Her stomach, though naturally thin, did have a tiny bit of tummy fat under her navel. This small fat deposit formed a roll across her lower abdomen; highly visible in her position, arching forward. She pulled at the pearly G-string and tried to adjust it, shifting her weight uncomfortably. 

Sarah selected several clothing items for Emma, and turned to lay them on the bed. She saw Emma playing with her new G-string. “Em, don’t touch that!” Sarah bent slightly, looking down at Emma’s hairy pussy and the pearls that ran between her lips. She’d adjusted the position of the pearls. “Stand up, lean on the bed,” Sarah said in an impatient tone. 

Emma stood quickly, as ordered, and leaned on the bed. Her legs were tight together and bent slightly. Sarah kicked at the inside of her ankles lightly, making Emma spread her legs wider. Sarah grasped the large pearl and placed it back in position, resting on Emma’s asshole. Sarah pressed it, hard, with her finger. Emma wriggled her hips back and forth in response, moaning in discomfort. “Don’t touch it, slut.” Sarah said sternly. 

“Buuut it’s soo uncomfortable!” Emma whined, and she wiggled her hips as though trying to shake the pearls loose. 

Sarah laid out articles of clothing on the bed: tops, and bottoms. “You can choose one of each to wear today, to make yourself an outfit. If I like what you pick, you’ll get a reward.” Sarah said. “But first, one minor change…” and she picked up the tank top Emma had worn the day before, took some scissors, and cut it roughly to shorten it. 

Sarah knew her parents would be in the kitchen on the other side of the house having breakfast, and they’d need to leave for work soon. She put the clothes from the bed into a bag, handed it to Emma, and ushered her out of the bedroom. Emma stood in the hallway, naked except for her pearly G-string. Go to the bathroom and change into your outfit. Come back and knock on the door when you’re done.”

“Sarah! Wait, ple—” Emma started, but Sarah closed the door and locked it. Emma stood now in the hallway outside Sarah’s bedroom, naked, holding a bag of clothes. She heard footsteps. One of Sarah’s parents was coming! Emma ran to the bathroom down the hall. She reached the bathroom, closed the door quickly, and locked it. 

The doorknob rattled against the lock. Three fast knocks were made at the door. “Emma, dear, is that you?” It was Sarah’s mom. “I just need to get something from the bathroom quickly before I head out to work.”

“Just a minute!” Emma replied. 

Emma panicked. She couldn’t open the door. She threw the contents of the bag on the floor. “What are these things?!” The pearls rubbed against her pussy and clouded her mind. She threw on a plaid skirt and looked in the bathroom mirror. “Oh nooo, this is so short, it covers nothing!” Emma whispered to herself.

*knock* *knock* knock “Emma I REALLY just need to get something quick, I promise. I’m running late for work…”

“OK! I’m almost done!” Emma replied. She flushed the toilet and turned on the sink as though she was finishing up. 

“AHH! OK, a top, uhmmm…” Emma said to herself quietly. She looked at her options and grabbed a white shirt. It was a tight tank top but was so short it barely covered anything. The bottom of her breasts stuck out. “Oh my god, what kind of shirt is this?!” Emma muttered quietly. 

Emma emerged from the bathroom and rushed past Sarah’s Mom. “Hi! All done! Sorry!”. Emma ran to Sarah’s room and knocked on the door furiously. She felt the hemline of the skirt brush against her skin, the bottom of her ass was undoubtedly exposed. “Sarah! Let me in! Please!“ Out of the corner of Emma’s glasses, she thought she saw Emma’s Mom staring at her. 

Sarah opened the door, and Emma ran inside. “You made it. Let’s have a look at the outfit you chose for yourself…” Sarah said, looking Emma up and down. 

“I can’t believe you made me do that! Your Mom saw me a—hey! Oh! Mmmm…” Emma stopped. Her sentence broke into a moan. Sarah had slipped a hand between Emma’s legs, under her skirt, and pulled gently at the pearls that ran between her pussy lips. 

“Shhh, Em. Now let’s see, what did you choose to wear today…” Sarah said sweetly, lightly rubbing Emma’s pussy now. This was Sarah’s first time touching Emma directly. The wetness of her pussy was surprising. Emma shifted instinctively to widen her stance, to give Sarah better access to her. 

“The outfit you chose is more revealing than I expected. You must want people to see your body?” Sarah said, in a teasing tone, rubbing a little faster now.

“Ahhhhh, yessss. Uh! No! Ahhhhhh”, Emma could barely create a complete sentence. She spread her legs even wider, and put her arms in the air again; this seemed to be an automatic response now.

For her top, Sarah noted Emma had selected the ‘White Sheer Micro Strap Crop Top’ (that’s what Sarah’s receipt called it). Emma’s top was small...really small. This top wasn’t designed for breasts as large as Emma’s. It showed cleavage from above and below as it strained to contain her. Emma’s nipples were long and hard, and the nubs poked against the fabric. The top was sheer and slightly see-through. 

For her bottom, Emma had selected a ‘Pleated Red Schoolgirl Micro Mini Skirt’. The bottoms of Emma’s ass cheeks were visible. Sarah adjusted the skirt, bringing it lower on Emma’s hips. Her ass cheeks would come into view if the skirt’s fabric bounced up at all, which it did when she walked. 

Sarah heard her parents leave the house for work. With the house to themselves now, Sarah led Emma to the kitchen for breakfast. For Emma, her diet would start that morning: a large glass of vegetable juice and some bites of a cold head of lettuce from the back of the refrigerator. For Sarah, her Mom’s freshly baked bread with jam, eggs, and bacon.

Sarah noted that Emma’s arousal had increased during breakfast. She had to be scolded several times for touching herself. Was she aroused at having her diet dictated to her? Or was it the new outfit she was made to wear? Sarah would one day learn that Emma was aroused by humiliation, denial, and being made display her body. Eventually, Sarah would learn to use these tools, but presently she observed Emma closely to understand what triggered her arousal.

Sarah had Emma clean up the dishes from breakfast and then complete a list of other chores around the house. Emma enjoyed this game, being ordered about by Sarah while wearing the tiny skirt and top. She felt like a slutty maid. The pearls of the G-string slid between her pussy lips as she completed her chores, and she remained extremely horny. She took frequent breaks from her assigned tasks to masturbate, playing with herself in front of a mirror several times to watch herself in her new clothes.

After Emma completed her chores, Sarah led her from the house to the attached garage. Sarah locked the door behind them with a key and then opened the larger garage door. Daylight shone in, and the busy street was now visible. 

People could be seen walking on the sidewalk outside, and they looked into the garage. Emma panicked and ran to Sarah’s car, crouching behind it to hide.

“I think they saw you, Em. I wonder what those people thought of the outfit you chose to wear today?” Sarah teased. She held up her car remote and unlocked her car. “OK slut, get in the back seat.”

“Where are we going? I’m not dressed to go anywhere!” Emma squealed, still crouched behind the car, trying to hide her body from anyone outside. 

Sarah didn’t respond. She just smiled and entered her car’s driver seat. She started her car and slowly backed out of the garage and onto the driveway. Emma ran to the garage door button and pressed it, hoping to close it. But Sarah pressed her own garage door button on her remote and kept it open.

There was nowhere to hide in the garage that wouldn’t be visible to the neighborhood. Sarah honked her car’s horn and waved at Emma. This attracted the attention of some teenagers playing basketball across the street. One of them saw her. Soon they were all looking, gawking, and pointing. Emma panicked as she saw them start to walk closer to the garage. 

Emma ran to Sarah’s car on the driveway, and her large breasts bounced free from her tiny top. She struggled to pull the top down, and as she did so, she felt the outside air moving across her exposed ass cheeks. 

The teenagers were nearly at the driveway now, and Emma tried to open the front passenger door. Locked! She pulled frantically. Sarah lowered the passenger window down slightly. “The back seat, slut!” 

Emma moved to the back door. It opened! She dove in and slammed the door shut behind her, safe behind the privacy of the tinted windows. Sarah reversed down the driveway and then down the street and away from the gawking teenagers. 

“If you had simply listened to me, to begin with, it would have been far easier,” Sarah said plainly. 

“They saw me! I’m practically naked!” Emma said. “This is too m—”

“You obviously love all this.” Sara interrupted, speaking as she drove. “Tell me your pussy isn’t soaking wet on my car seat right now?”

Emma felt a shiver down her spine every time Sarah called her slut. She touched her pussy, it was wet. She continued touching it, rubbing it faster. She began to moan, losing control of herself. 

“Stop masturbating!” Sarah scolded her. “You’re such a horny slut…” 

Emma shook her head, and pulled her hands away from her pussy. Her head was cloudy. Her thoughts were a mix of shame from her actions, embarrassment from what she was wearing, and intense feelings of arousal. 

“New rule. When we’re in my car, you will be in the back. That’s where sluts sit.” Sarah said. “And, you’re to be naked, with your legs spread as wide as you can, your arms up on the back of the seat, and your mouth wide open with your tongue out.” 

“That’s crazy!” Emma protested. 

Sarah slowed down and pulled her car to the shoulder of the road. Emma heard the back car windows go down. She pressed desperately at the button for the window at her door, but it wouldn’t work. From the driver’s seat, Sarah's child lock setting had disabled the controls in the back. 

The rear windows were wide open now. People turned their heads as they passed, looking into the car’s back seat. Then, Emma heard a familiar noise: Sarah had started lowering the convertible top! Emma locked eyes with a man in a large truck as he drove by; he smiled. He saw her. 

“Ok! Ok! I’ll do it!” Emma begged. The convertible top stopped moving. It was open halfway, and Sarah had taken her finger off the button. 

“I’m not putting the roof back up until you’re in your position.” Sarah said. 

Emma wasted no time. Sarah watched in the mirror as Emma raced to pull off her top, her tits bounced free. She ripped off the micro skirt, removed the pearly G-string, and then spread her legs wide. She pushed her arms apart on the back of the seat. Her mouth opened wide, and she pushed her tongue out as far as she could.

“Ohkay! Aye thid it! Pweeth! Clothe ith!!” Emma begged, her voice distorted by her tongue hanging far out of her mouth. 

Sarah turned in her seat and looked down at Emma’s spread legs. “You can spread them wider, slut.” Sarah said, smiling sweetly. 

Emma strained to push her thighs apart further, her eyes pleaded.

“Ok slut, I’ll put the windows and roof back up…” Sarah looked down between Emma’s spread legs. Her enlarged clit stuck out, pulsing. “...but first, tell me what you are?” Sarah asked. 

“Ahm AH THLUUUUH!!!” Emma screamed. One of her hands moved to her pussy, and she rubbed furiously. “AHM AH THLUTTTH!!!” Her eyes rolled back, her body stiffed and began to shake. Orgasm was approaching. A string of drool dripped off her outstretched tongue. 

Sarah had unfinished coffee still sitting in the driver’s cupholder from the day before. She took off the lid, trying to be quick before Emma found release, and splashed it in her face.

“No!” Sarah said as if scolding a pet. “Get back into position!” Sarah finished putting up the back windows and roof. 

Emma panted heavily in the back, in position. “I am a slut”, she thought. Her orgasm was interrupted, but she did feel some release. She had coffee up her nose. Cold brown liquid dripped from her face and hair and fell onto her naked body. It then began soaking the car’s back seat. 

“Ahm thorry Tharah...” Emma said, feeling bad about the seat. And feeling ashamed about losing control of herself, again. 

“We’ll worry about the seat later, slut.” Sarah replied. “For now, just enjoy the ride.” Sarah pulled back onto the road, and Emma once again felt safe and hidden behind the tinted back windows. 

Sarah turned up the radio. One of Emma’s favorite songs played, and she couldn’t help but dance a little. Emma loved to dance. She watched people in other cars drive by while she held the humiliating pose. It made her incredibly horny. It took all her willpower to keep herself from masturbating again. She distracted herself by dancing, remaining in position, moving her naked body to the music from Sarah’s radio...