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Bimbo Hotel: A Bimbofication Tale Part 2
Bimbo Hotel: A Bimbofication Tale Part 2
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The Thrills Continue at Bimbo Hotel!
Madison -- or Dumpling, as she is now known -- is just about to experience her first day on the job! That means service, servitude, and placing herself in some very compromising positions. Will her modified feet be able to take a round of footsie fetish play? Will her vibrating stilettos put her into throes of pleasure? And what exactly does Dessert Service entail at a hotel full of bouncing, brainless bimbos? Find out at the adventure continues at BIMBO HOTEL!
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Click-clack. Click-clack.
Dumpling strutted smartly down the hallway, her black stiletto heels rapping a curious drumbeat against the sturdy hardwood floor of the hotel corridor. Her shoes had been securely locked to her feet, and were connected by a short length of tough steel chain. It was possible to move at a brisk pace -- in fact, it was required. However, anything faster was sure to result in a head-over-heels tumble. "If I mess up my makeup, or tear my uniform..."
She drew in a breath. She didn't want to think about it. It was bad enough that they had dressed her for the lowliest of domestic service. But now, to her horror, she found that she was actually worried about looking presentable. It was pure bimbo instinct. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to resist.
305. 304. 303...
Each room had a shiny brass plaque proclaiming its corresponding room number -- innocuous enough, but to Dumpling the numbers seemed somehow ominous. Behind each and every door, she knew, was a different client, waiting to be served by one of Bimbo Hotel's perverted-but-perky staff of willing bimbos.
"Bimbos...bimbos like me..."
She shook her head, sending her golden waves of bleached-blonde hair dancing around her shoulders. It was better not to think of that. She knew that she had to keep her wits about her -- to focus on her duties, no matter how wicked. Better to just get the day's work over and done with. Try and make sense of it all later.
She passed a full-length mirror just in front of the elevator. Bowing to some unknown thread of her new bimbo training, she found herself checking herself from head-to-toe, scrutinizing every inch of her modified body and outrageous outfit.
Dumpling looked perfect -- perfectly ridiculous. Every inch of her new bimbo body had been carefully squeezed into a nightmare of black satin -- a coquettish, fetishized maid's outfit . . . of sorts. But it was a ruffled, poofy-sleeved, wet dream of a thing; it was designed less for practicality and more to both humiliate and tease.
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WARNING! This 5800+ word bimbo transformation story contains steamy descriptions of bimbo transformation, bimbofication, body modification and bimbo upgrading, bondage, cosplay, foot play, BDSM, domination and submission fantasies, and humiliating modifications. Not for the shy, nervous, easily startled, or the meek. FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.
Madison -- or Dumpling, as she is now known -- is just about to experience her first day on the job! That means service, servitude, and placing herself in some very compromising positions. Will her modified feet be able to take a round of footsie fetish play? Will her vibrating stilettos put her into throes of pleasure? And what exactly does Dessert Service entail at a hotel full of bouncing, brainless bimbos? Find out at the adventure continues at BIMBO HOTEL!
________
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Dumpling strutted smartly down the hallway, her black stiletto heels rapping a curious drumbeat against the sturdy hardwood floor of the hotel corridor. Her shoes had been securely locked to her feet, and were connected by a short length of tough steel chain. It was possible to move at a brisk pace -- in fact, it was required. However, anything faster was sure to result in a head-over-heels tumble. "If I mess up my makeup, or tear my uniform..."
She drew in a breath. She didn't want to think about it. It was bad enough that they had dressed her for the lowliest of domestic service. But now, to her horror, she found that she was actually worried about looking presentable. It was pure bimbo instinct. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to resist.
305. 304. 303...
Each room had a shiny brass plaque proclaiming its corresponding room number -- innocuous enough, but to Dumpling the numbers seemed somehow ominous. Behind each and every door, she knew, was a different client, waiting to be served by one of Bimbo Hotel's perverted-but-perky staff of willing bimbos.
"Bimbos...bimbos like me..."
She shook her head, sending her golden waves of bleached-blonde hair dancing around her shoulders. It was better not to think of that. She knew that she had to keep her wits about her -- to focus on her duties, no matter how wicked. Better to just get the day's work over and done with. Try and make sense of it all later.
She passed a full-length mirror just in front of the elevator. Bowing to some unknown thread of her new bimbo training, she found herself checking herself from head-to-toe, scrutinizing every inch of her modified body and outrageous outfit.
Dumpling looked perfect -- perfectly ridiculous. Every inch of her new bimbo body had been carefully squeezed into a nightmare of black satin -- a coquettish, fetishized maid's outfit . . . of sorts. But it was a ruffled, poofy-sleeved, wet dream of a thing; it was designed less for practicality and more to both humiliate and tease.
________
WARNING! This 5800+ word bimbo transformation story contains steamy descriptions of bimbo transformation, bimbofication, body modification and bimbo upgrading, bondage, cosplay, foot play, BDSM, domination and submission fantasies, and humiliating modifications. Not for the shy, nervous, easily startled, or the meek. FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.
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