(NOTE: Olga Ivanova belongs to Luca Guadagnino; Madame Sambuccetti belongs to me)
Olga was just where she had been a couple of minutes ago, moaning face down, with her ass up in the air like a drunken party girl, totally unaware of what else Madame Sambuccetti had in store for her. And yet she would probably envy the intellect of a woman like her if she had any speck of her former intelligence.
As Olga continued to lie face-down and drool on the dance floor and moan, Madame Sambuccetti was still thinking about what to do next. Then she suddenly got an idea: to make a horny bimbo out of Olga. So she used her magic to strip Olga of her sweatshirt and sweatpants until the younger woman was left in a black bra and matching lace thong; afterwards, she used her magic to make Olga’s ass inflate into gloriously jiggly proportions.
Afterwards, Madame Sambuccetti inspected Olga’s newly enlarged ass while realizing that it had grown too big to be complimented on alone, so she decided to add more touches. And since Olga wasn’t going to be growing her brain back anytime soon, so those thighs needed to be bigger. After all, people seemed to like big, juicy thighs these days, so the witch made sure not to skimp out.
“Ngh…” she could hear Olga moan into the dance floor, during which the younger woman started to run her thighs a bit faster, gaining speed bit by bit as her breathing got heavier and hotter until she was loudly moaning into the dance floor.
By the end, those meaty thighs were an aggressively plumpy mix of cellulite and muscle, expertly crafted to be both shapely and supple. Or, in other words, thicc. However, there was no time to waste gawking at the soon-to-be pole dancer. After all, Madame Sambuccetti had a chest to fill.
“So far, so good,” Madame Sambuccetti grinned to herself.
As if on cue, Madame Sambuccetti took off Olga’s bra prior to carefully flipping Olga onto the back, so the former could expect the latter’s newly bare tits.
“You can’t be a bimbo without large tiddies, young lady,” Madame Sambuccetti said as Olga began to pant lustfully with her tongue rolled out like a dog in heat.
As if on cue, Madame Sambuccetti used her magic again, this time, causing Olga’s tits to inflate from the B-cup to the M-cup. Afterwards, the older woman studied the results, after which she began to let Olga play with the her newly big, beautiful tits, making Olga giggle and moan even more.
“Ooooooooohhhh,” Olga moaned lustfully with a large, lecherous smile on her face as she continued to jiggle her tits, “it feels so good…”
“I’m glad to hear that, my beautiful little bimbo,” Madame Sambuccetti purred.
Then afterwards, while Olga continued to roll her tongue out, pant and moan like a sex-crazed moron, Madame Sambuccetti began to use her magic again; this time, she was using it to put neon-blue eyeshadow on Olga’s eyelids prior to putting heavy foundation on Olga’s face (and in the case of Olga’s cheeks, blush); afterwards, she put shiny red lipgloss on Olga’s luscious lips prior to painting her eyelashes with a black, cheap mascara; while she was at it, she used her magic to throw in a pair of puffier lips and longer eyelashes. It was a simple yet pivotal shift.
Then taking two steps back, she looked over her work with a critical eye.
Sporting a face caked on with excessive makeup and still moaning like a sex-crazed moron, this was no longer Olga Ivanova the student of the Markos Dance Academy; instead, she had been transformed into Olga Ivanova the Pole Dancer in the making. A woman who—-with men and women that she had wasn’t in any position to choose—-could learn to pole-dance and have see, touch and fuck her for no reason at all.
Just the thought of it brought a smile to Madame Sambuccetti’s face as she left the rehearsal room, satisfied with her work. After all, she didn’t need fame and fortune as long as this fucktoy brought a smile to people’s faces.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p5das1/f_olga_drained_dry_pt_2_brain_drain_bimbofication
Great part 2, more coming, I hope?