Her boobs had clearly been awaiting their own changes, and eagerly surrendered themselves to the potion's enthralling influence once more, embracing t...eir familiar compulsion to swell, to joyously fill her sweater to the brim with their soft, bouncy sensuality. And she wanted them to, she reluctantly admitted, as she found herself encouraging her brainwashed breasts to grow even larger, driven by the powerful dose of Bimbo Potion that she could feel coursing through her veins. This was their. I walked straight past her, assuming the classic ‘Oh, I didn’t just notice you’ expression that London people are somehow innately born with for such tricky situations. Surprisingly though, for the few seconds that I had seen her, I was able to form an almost perfect picture of her that I still have deeply ingrained in my memory to this day. I remember that she was wearing a fairly simple, and quite frankly, passe white dress adorned with what I believe were flowers of some kind. The flowers. Music.Smell of food. Clamps on her breasts. Cum on her face. It was a delivery party.Crude jokes. Taunts. A cock in her mouth. Screams. Laughing.Spit. Cum. Slapping.The Delivery.The walk afterwards. Walk through the room. More Taunts.She does not know how she survived, she never got to see the baby.Three months later and the same nightmare recollections every night.Trying to shake it off, Lisa lay in the darkness. Lamont always left her in the dark.Things had been easier lately, . ''No way,' he said. 'It's tiny. I'm sleeping here.''Except you're not sleeping.''Stop making a fuss,' he said. He tickled behind her ear like a cat and she couldn't help herself, she flinched and laughed a little. 'Eeee!' she said, and while she was this distracted, distracted by her teasing, tickling brother in this cramped trailer bed on this hot, sweaty night, her brother pulled her against him harder and his cockhead and an extra inch slipped into her ring. She gasped and he had to put a.