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Story: Blond by Brunette · Author: Whyte, Colleen
BLOND BY BRUNETTE
by Colleen Whyte
Henry was perspiring heavily as he walked into the shop, even though the weather
was mid-spring mild outside and the shop was heated to a comfortable
temperature. There was only one other person in the shop, browsing through the
magazine section, and he decided to wait. Henry knew what would soon happen, in
fact it was the shop's intolerance to reading their magazines off the rack that
had made this his prime target. More than once he had been told to 'buy or
leave', just as the browser was being informed at that moment. Henry watched the
only other customer slink away in embarrassment and waited until the shop
assistant had gone back behind the counter.
Following her, feigning calm even as his pulse raced, he got close enough to
read the nametag pinned to her blouse just above her small breast. She seemed
oblivious to his presence, reading her own magazine spread over the counter in
front of her.
"Hello," Henry squeaked out, nerves almost getting the better of him but he
resisted fleeing, "Tanya?"
She looked up disinterestedly, and he marvelled at her pixieish little nose, her
long blond hair tied back in a long ponytail, her slender body. She didn't
reply, just looked him in the eyes to let him know he had as much of her
attention as she was willing to give him.
Not trusting himself to say anything else, Henry pulled up a small crystal
perfume bottle and pointing its bronze nozzle at her, squeezed the bulb. A fine
spray of sweet smelling droplets exploded over her face, the shock of it causing
her to inhale sharply and he gave her a second squirt just to be sure. What
seemed like an eternity passed as they stood there staring at each other, Henry
in rabid interest to see if his formula worked, her in stunned disbelief.
Henry was just beginning to suspect that he might be explaining himself to the
police very shortly when his formula took hold with a vengeance. Tanya's
open-mouthed disbelief flickered towards a look of anger then bewilderment as
she felt a pressure on her chest. Looking down she saw movement beneath her
blouse and her hands came up to confirm what she could see, that her breasts
were growing. Rapidly her blouse filled out, the front of it pulling out of the
waist of her skirt to accommodate her growing breasts. Soon even that was not
enough and the blouse pulled taught over her tits, buttons coming undone until
finally her tits burst free, her enlarged nipples standing out from her huge
mounds of tit flesh that she was instinctively cradling in her hands.
Another emotion played across her face for the briefest of moments, that of
fear, then the pleasure hit her, like electricity racing from her nipples to her
pleasure centres. A moan escaped her lips as she became aroused, desperate to be
fucked, to have someone fondle her huge new tits while ramming their cock deep
into her sopping cunt. Ripping her blouse away, Tanya got up onto the counter
and crawled over to Henry, panting in sexual tension, begging him to fuck her.
Henry was ecstatic, his carefully nurtured formula had worked perfectly, done
everything he wanted. Having envisaged this moment a hundred times in his
fantasies he knew what to do next. Unzipping his trousers he pulled his
hardening cock out and presented it to her face. She tried to take it into her
mouth straight away but her newly acquired tit-mounds prevented her from
lowering herself that far while on the counter so she quickly turned over on her
back, sucking his cock into her willing mouth and presenting her tits for him to
play with. It was an offer he couldn't resist and he delighted to the dull
sensations of getting a blow job while squeezing and kneading her massive but
firm tits.
She was cumming continuously as she sucked, fingering her own clit and wet
pussy, and when he came into her mouth she sucked it all down eagerly, not
wanting his softening penis to slide from her mouth as she associated it with
her pleasure. As Henry staggered back to recover she got down off the counter
and turned around to present her bum to him, wiggling it invitingly, calling for
him to fuck her to ease her need.
Henry wasn't up to that, or at least his prick wasn't but he knew how to
improvise. Taking a large tube of sweets from the counter he worked it into her
sopping wet cunt, her moans exciting him even more. With wild abandon she thrust
her hips back to meet his motions, screaming through more orgasms until she
finally seemed to be totally spent and reduced to gasping her pleasure. This
gave Henry time to recover himself and tucking his penis back into his
underpants he pulled up his trousers.
So his formula had worked he thought as he wandered around the shop, years of
studying obscure arcane texts, of developing his alchemy skills, of getting
those bizarre ingredients. It eased his conscience a bit that the person who had
developed and written down the formula was at least as deviant as he was. But
what to do with his little toy next?
"Master?" a demur voice broke him out of his daydream. Looking around he saw
that she was standing by the counter, her huge tits standing out proudly, their
nipples still erect. Time to take her home, he decided, but first a bit of
shopping.
"Tanya, open the till and take all the money. If there is any other money in the
shop, get that too."
"Yes master," she said as she followed his instructions. Henry, meanwhile went
looking for something for her to wear as her blouse was shredded beyond use. He
found a woollen cardigan in the back room and decided that would have to do. A
moment later Tanya appeared with the money which he took and stuffed into his
pocket. He then put the cardigan on her, stretching the material over her tits
and barely able to button it up. In place it emphasised her tits even more,
presenting an impressive display of cleavage with its v-neck and the buttons
threatening to explode at any moment.
Telling her not to say anything unless he asked her to, Henry took her by the
hand and led her out to his car, still thrilled by how compliant she was. A
short drive and they were at a backstreet sex shop that he bought his dirty
magazines at. Leading Tanya inside he was pleased to note that even the usually
jaded shop owner was soon staring at his prize.
Henry took great delight in getting her to strip naked right there in the shop,
her huge breasts jiggling ever so slightly as she fidgeted with excitement.
Going over to the rack of lingerie he took out the crimson red teddie he had
often admired. Handing it to Tanya he watched with appreciation as she put it
on, her tits were far too large to fit but the shoulder straps, tied with little
bows at the shoulder, had just enough length to cup her breasts and hold them
high, her nipples on display. Taking a pair of fishnet stockings from the
counter display, giving a smug little smile to the owner, he had her put those
on as well and attach the garters that ran from the teddie.
He then got her to go along the shelf display of dildos and vibrators, fondling
and cooing over each of them, rubbing them over her sensitive breasts until a
noticeable wet patch appeared in the crotch of her teddie. He had her purchase
the largest of them, a huge black dildo with a built in vibrating unit that had
a head almost as big as her fist. The shop owner was practically drooling as he
accepted her money and gave Henry a nod of appreciation as he redressed her in
her skirt and tight cardigan.
His next stop was the beauty salon where he tried to persuade the beautician to
give her a total makeover to his specifications. To his annoyance the woman
insisted upon getting Tanya's consent and made it clear she was unhappy with him
hanging around as she got Tanya to sit in the reclining chair and draped a pink
coversheet over her. It got worse when he tried to tell her what he wanted done
to Tanya, the redder lips, the heavy mascara, the pink tint to her blond hair.
The beautician told him to go away and let Tanya decide and Henry had had
enough, if she was going to be difficult then he had a solution.
Pretending to go away he instead checked that no-one else was in the salon and
flipped the sign on the door over to closed. He then quietly made his way back
to where the beautician was trying to convince Tanya that a more subtle makeover
was needed and that her colours were dull browns and yellows. Realising Henry
had come back, the beautician looked up just in time to get a face full of the
formula.
Her first reaction was to jump back in surprise, her hand going to wipe her
glasses clean to clear her vision. By then it was too late and the formula was
working. Her pink work-smock was soon straining at the bust, her breasts
swelling magnificently until she couldn't breath due to the pressure and ripped
her smock away, revealing herself to be nearly naked underneath. She was panting
as sexual desire overwhelmed her, driving all other thoughts from her mind. She
needed release and she needed it now as she staggered glassy eyed towards Henry.
Henry let her wrap her arms around him and crush her lips against his, her
breasts almost too big to overcome and he could feel sharp nipples stabbing into
his chest. Her hands were all over him, her crotch grinding against his trousers
and waves of pleasure going through her as her tits squashed between them.
Breaking free for just a moment, Henry turned to Tanya as she watched in excited
fascination.
"Tanya, show her your new toy."
With a giggle, Tanya pulled the huge dildo out of her handbag. The beauticians
eyes widened in surprise and then desire.
"Bend over that stool, ...." Henry paused as he thought of a name, "Candy." he
decided. "Your name is now Candy, do you agree?"
The beautician nodded, still trying to get off by grinding against him.
"Then, Candy, do as you're told."
Somewhat reluctantly she let go of him and waddled over to the high stool. She
draped herself over it, her huge breasts swinging pendulously and her round ass
high in the air. With great deliberation Henry began working the dildo into her
sopping wet cunt, just a little at a time, stretching her to accommodate its
large girth. She was obviously in some discomfort but at the same time she was
so excited and so close to coming. Finally it was all the way in and Henry began
pumping it, just an inch or so as that's all he could manage with the tightness
but it was more than enough to bring her off multiple times.
Pulling the dildo out, he got Tanya to suck it clean as the beautician
recovered. Helping her to stand up in her near exhausted state he got her
straight to work on Tanya's slutty makeup, thick bright pink lipstick, scarlet
eyeshadow, fake lashes, charcoal black eyebrows to contrast with her blond hair.
The blatant clashing of colours excited Henry, proving that Tanya was little
more than a fuck-toy for his amusement.
Candy got much the same treatment, doing most of it herself but accepting
finishing touches from the less skilled Tanya at the insistence of Henry. The
thick make-up removing the beautician's carefully cultivated look to be replaced
with that of an on heat bimbo.
Finding clothes for her was even more difficult, there was no way her smock
would close enough to cover her huge tits and her casual clothes consisted of a
pair of slacks that he wouldn't let her wear and a light cotton blouse that
ripped when she tried to put it on. Well with the proceeds of the salon's till
adding to that from the bookstore he had more than enough cash to do a little
clothes shopping with his new toys and Candy could wear one of the pink plastic
capes as an interim measure.
Henry felt like royalty as he toured the upper balcony of the mall with a
big-titted bimbo on each arm. Tanya was squeezed in to a black satin tube dress,
having to constantly pull up the top of it with her free hand as her tits
spilled over the low cut top. With her other arm around Henry's waist she didn't
have a spare hand to stop the ultra-short hem from riding up and as such the
tops of her stockings were clearly visible as she minced along in her spike
heeled pumps. On the other side Candy wasn't faring much better, the outfit
Henry had picked out for her was just as provocative and incapable of containing
her huge tits. Her attire consisted of barely more than a pink half length
jacket that left her midrift bare and exposed generous cleavage with its
plunging neckline, and a miniskirt that failed to conceal her lack of underwear.
Tanya and Candy barely noticed the stir they were causing, both were totally
enamoured with Henry and hung on his every word and action. They had become
almost accustomed to their perpetual state of arousal now, but they hoped Henry
would want to fuck them soon before they lost control.
Henry, however, was milking his moment of glory for all it was worth. It gave
him a real kick to see the men openly envious of him, and the shocked
expressions of the women. He kept an eye out for any that he might want to add
to his stable, something snotty and upper class that he could turn into a cheap
tart. Then he spotted a woman who he very definitely didn't want to see, a mall
guard. Her lack of stature and over-abundance of girth were exaggerated by the
tight blouse and slacks she was wearing, her dark curly hair was crammed under
her cap and her plain face was set with the no-nonsense look she employed when
dealing with trouble makers. She strode over to block the passage of Henry and
his decorative companions, her baton bouncing against her well rounded hip.
"You should leave the store immediately, ... sir," the guard stated with a
sneer, "And take your Toms with you."
Henry couldn't believe it, she thought he was a pimp! Normally he would have
meekly complied, but he was feeling overconfident after the success of his
formula. He wasn't going to let a short fat rent-a-cop push him around. "I'm a
customer," he retorted, indicating the shopping bags that Tanya and Candy were
carrying. "And I haven't made all my purchases yet."
"I don't care," the guard said, staring him down, "Get your whores out of here!"
Adrenalin and testosterone took over Henry's thinking, he wasn't going to let
this bitch push him around. Time for an attitude adjustment he thought as he
pulled the atomiser out of his pocket.
The guard's response was blindingly fast, assuming that Henry had drawn a weapon
she whipped out her baton and swung it in a back-wristed arc to disarm him. With
trained accuracy she struck his hand and sent the perfume bottle flying, upward,
to shatter against the ventilation grill of the mall's air conditioning. Free of
its container, energised by the impact, subject to the powerful wind coming out
of the vent, the liquid vaporised into a cloud of microscopic particles that
filled the foyer of the mall.
Henry yelped, and then the pain was suddenly forgotten as he realised what had
happened. His formula was now a barely visible mist that was pervading all parts
of the mall, it would be only moments before the first of those affected would
be showing the symptoms. The guard, uncomprehending of what she had unleashed,
just looked annoyed.
"What was that?" she demanded, pushing the end of her baton up under Henry's
chin, "Mace? Pepper spray?"
Henry gulped, the baton was painfully close to his throat. "No," he wheezed, "It
was .... ah ..."
From the floor below there was the sound of fabric ripping, followed by a woman
squealing in surprise. This was quickly overwhelmed by the din of clothing being
torn, of buttons being fired into the walls, of men and women cursing in
astonishment. The guard redirected her attention from Henry to the chaos that
was quickly spreading through the mall as woman after woman found her breasts
swelling to immense proportions, followed by a need to be fucked that drove
every other thought out of their minds. The guard was stunned for just a moment,
not long enough for Henry to escape as she swung her baton back up to block him
as he tried to slip away.
"What the fuck is going on?" she demanded, clearly aware of who was to blame.
Henry paled, not only were there now dozens of women under the influence of his
formula, but he was trapped by the one woman who didn't seem to be affected by
it. And then he noticed that her blouse had begun to swell. Within seconds the
buttons were stretched to breaking point and the guard dropped the baton as it
became hard for her to breath. With an angry roar of surprise she wrenched open
her own blouse, exposing two huge tits spilling over the top of her bra. Henry
was pretty sure he knew what was going to happen next and he had no intention of
being any part of it. Let some other sucker satisfy her need to get fucked, he
thought as he ordered Tanya and Candy to run to the car.
Not being much of a gentleman, Henry didn't hang around to let them keep up as
they tottered along in their tight skirts and high heels, Tanya's breasts were
beyond all hope of recovery by her dress now as they bounced in time to her
steps. Fortunately for Henry there was so much confusion that he managed a clear
run all the way to the exit, and seeing that no-one was trying to block Tanya
and Candy he figured he could get the car started and ready to go by the time
they caught up.
Then glancing around just before he stepped through the doors he thought, why
not? Nearby there was a pair of teenage girls, their t-shirts tattered rags on
the floor as they made out with each other in an attempt to satisfy their
cravings, massive mounds of tit flesh crushed together. Henry rushed over to
them, inserted himself into their embrace to exert his influence and then smiled
as they pawed lustfully at him.
"Follow me girls," he said as he led them away, "I think a little five-way orgy
is just what you need to introduce you to your new life as my sluts."
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