Can you believe I’m already back with Chapter 2? The feedback from the first chapter was so lovely I decided that I don’t want to wait to make my readers “live vicariously through Candy,” as SizeFreakBella put it.

Besides, today is the last day of Pride Month! Bring on the sapphic size kink erotica!

See the first chapter here, along with an essay on:

• bigger tits and breast expansion
• where you can find real-life pussy plugs for $25 like the one in this story
• a behind-the-scenes look at writing a first-person POV bimbofication story that doesn’t sacrifice evocative language

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I experimented with making some artwork for this story using soft pastels. I haven’t decided whether or not I am brave enough to share it, yet. Maybe by the end? As a treat?

 

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Story synopsis

Candace is overwhelmed by work stress, so when her bestie offers a night off with a magical sex toy, how can she refuse? She’s not actually a bimbo… but wouldn’t it be nice to strip away those worries and focus all her attention on bigger tits, sapphic sex, and shrinking to help her bestie cum? Lighthearted erotica for anyone in need of a break.

 

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Content tags: F/F/f, work stress, friends with benefits, bimbofication, consensual mind control, breast expansion, shrinking, talking dirty, voyeurism, exhibitionism, ethical nonmonogamy, mild BDSM, magic sex toy, objectification, insertion, aftercare, feels, happy ending

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Candy’s Girlboss Night Off

Chapter 2

2600 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

 

 

I wanted my boobs to get bigger. And just like that, they got bigger.

“Jessa!” I gasped, standing up again. I pointed to my breasts. Tingles spread across their soft surface, tickling me up through my nipples like little volcanoes of desire. I giggled, bouncing from foot to foot with excitement.

Jess was talking on the phone, saying some big words that I didn’t even try to follow. She glanced at me and grinned. I took my breasts in both hands and held them up for her to see that they were now DD-cups.

She reached out to caress one absently, and I moaned loudly at the contact. Just her fingertips felt so good! My breasts swelled a bit bigger just from desire. What came after D? It was E, right?

They were already pushing bigger, spilling over my hands. I panted, giddy with this newfound power. Why wasn’t Jessa paying attention?

I walked over to a mirror in the hallway and stared at my boobs. My hair could stand to be longer, I thought. I gasped with delight as long wavy hair tumbled down my shoulders. I licked my lips, liking how sensitive they felt, but wanted more. My lips plumped and pinked right in front of my eyes. I puckered them to make a kiss at myself in the mirror, and then got the idea of lifting one of my boobs up to see if I could fit the nipple in my mouth.

“It worked!” I tried to moan, around a mouthful of tit. Tingly, sexy ripples of goodness hit my lips and my nipple and I went weak-kneed from looking at all this in the mirror. I could suck my own tits! They were so big now. Their shape was a little flat, though. I thought hard about how much I wanted round, perky tits and they inflated before my eyes. I jumped up and down, watching them sway. Sooo big! I recited the alphabet song to myself and giggled. Maybe F cups came next?

I gave up trying to remember the letter that came after F and turned to face Jessa, who tapped her phone screen. I tried to focus on her words.

“I promise I’ll take good care of her, and myself, and the toy, and the apartment,” Jess was saying into the phone. “You’re so hot.”

“You’re so hot, babe.” Madison’s voice came from the speakerphone now, making me shiver. “Thanks for letting me listen in. You can set the phone down now, I’ve got my travel lube and I’m a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself.”

Jessa laughed. “I wouldn’t mind if you grew a little more. Next time.” She set the phone on the coffee table and glanced at me. “Candy, darling, I told you to pick some clothes. How come you’re not getting dres—” She did a double-take.

I laughed. “I’m so silly, I forgot to get dressed!” I whirled around and almost tipped over. “Whoo, these boobs are so heavy!”

“Oh my fuck, you sweet adorable bimbo. As if you needed even bigger tits.”

“Bigger tits, bigger tits!” I said in a sing-song voice. They swelled larger to G cups. Or maybe H came next? I dug through the fun clothes, some of which were costumes, some of which were just straps and couldn’t really be called clothes. As I did, my boobs swayed and inched bigger. “I love how big my big tits feel,” I said. “I dunno what letter they are now. It’s kinda hot that my boobies are too big to, like, put a bra on.”

“Super hot,” Jessa agreed. “But I promised my wife we wouldn’t try to outgrow the apartment this time. So you need to ask my permission before growing any part of you, okay?”

“Okay!” I pulled a sexy cat costume to one side and discovered a complex thing that I recognized as Jessa’s strap-on.

“Oooh,” I said, pulling it up and wiggling the rainbow dildo back and forth. “Remember that time you fucked me while I ate out Madison?”

“Oh, that’s where that thing went.” Jessa took the harness from me and looked to her phone, raising her voice a little. “Hey babe, your super gay schlong was hiding in the costume bin with the strap on all this time. Also, Candy’s breasts are definitely bigger than her head. Which is looking pretty empty, if her sweet carefree grin is any indication.”

Soft laughter came across the phone.

I pulled out a crop-top with hearts on it and yanked it eagerly over my head. I pulled it over my boobs, or at least I tried to. SO MUCH underboob still showed, but I decided it was cute and went looking for a slutty miniskirt to pair with it.

“So Candy,” she said, “do you want to think some more about that job interview, or do you want to be horny?”

“HORNY!” I shouted.

Jessa laughed and shushed me. “Not so loud.” She came closer and kissed along my neck and I sighed, shivering. “I know what the Magical Plug does to me. But I’ve always wondered what it feels like when it lets you become a bimbo for a night. Do you lose all the big words? If I said I am looking forward to you performing cunnilingus on my genitalia, and that after all of this I promise to do my due diligence as your Domme and set aside time for coregulating our nervous systems with a postcoital embrace?”

Madison whistled.

“Do you understand what I said?”

“Uh… Horny?” I said, and giggled. She laughed outright, and I heard Madison chuckling distantly, too.

“I’d love to hear you talk about it if you want to,” Jessa said. A pulse of warmth traveled from my pussy all the way up to my mouth.

“I think part of me knows those words,” I admitted. “It’s like, the knowing is on the other side of a door in my head, and I can kind of hear it? But it’s in a different room. I could listen in but why would I want to? I’d just get upset again and I wanted a night off from being upset.” I got quiet for a moment, and Jessa took my hand.

This time when she touched me, I felt what she felt, and what I felt, and that moved back and forth into the magic of the Plug, which gave a pulse of heat. I sighed and felt the way I did after a good hug. “Anyway. I might be a bimbo tonight, but I know what I want. The room I’m in right now is for sex. Fucking is so much better than all those big words!”

I beamed at her, feeling both exhausted by that speech but also like I had won something. There was a really good feeling in the way she was taking me seriously, even as a horny bimbo.

Jess looked impressed. “I gotta admit, it feels surprisingly hot to know I can dirty talk in a certain way and your sweet little bimbo brain won’t be able to handle what I’ve got. I think it’s giving me some extra big dick energy.” She took my tits in her hands, balancing them in her palms as they spilled over the edges. I hummed happily. “So the Magical Plug took you from the Stressed-out Girlboss Room in your brain and teleported you directly to what you really wanted, the place of your secret desires. And it shut the door to all the stress so it can’t touch you or hit the brakes, leaving you free to fuck to your heart’s content?”

“Um.”

Madison’s voice called out over the speaker. “Basically, you’re in the Horny Room?”

“YES!” I couldn’t seem to shout anymore, but I said it as loud as I could.

Jessa laughed, leaned close. She kissed my throat again, and then sucked my earlobe into her mouth. I went weak in the knees and lost track of whatever thoughts I’d been having. It was kind of a relief, to be honest.

“Mmm, it has been too long since we’ve done sexy things together, just you and me. I missed the little sounds you made when I suck on your ear.” She did that again, harder, and I gave her my moans. It seemed like a real good trade. “It’s so incredible Domming you with my wife on the other side of the country right now. Almost as if you’re desperate to obey my desires. Desperate to be fucked. Is that what you want?”

“I wanna be fucked,” I agreed, since I wasn’t really following what else she said.

Her hands explored my back and hips and squeezed my butt. “Can you feel the connection between the toy and us?”

“I mean,” I said. “I feel the Magical Plug. I like how tingly it is.”

“Do you feel what I want?” She growled into my neck, nibbling as I yelped. I jumped, but closer. Into her arms.

My tits squished against hers, pushing out to either side. She was still clothed in her tight shirt, and her B-cup boobs were smaller, but so soft.

Smaller… that word set something off inside me. A tingly kind of want spread through my cunt and up into my body.

“Mmm, something… something about smaller?”

“Yes, that’s good. Do you remember my kinks? How I sometimes like to play?”

I blinked at her. I looked at her lips. They were big and soft and I wanted to kiss them. “What?”

She grinned and shook her head. “Not a single thought left in that head of yours, is there?”

I giggled. “It feels SO GOOD!”

She kissed me. Her lips felt hot on mine. Her tongue slipped inside, reminding me of oral sex, slippery, wet, and oh-so-good. Her lips felt big. Bigger. Her tongue felt strong, stronger. Tingles. So many tingles.

I went up on tiptoe to keep kissing her.

I threw my arms around her neck to keep kissing her.

I gave up and kissed her chest through her shirt. “I wanna kiss your tits,” I said.

She gave a groan, deep and hoarse, and looked down at me like I was giving her something good. Like a present.

“You may kiss my breasts,” she said, lifting her shirt at last to reveal her soft, super perky little boobs perfectly level with my eyes.

I cupped my own tits in my hand as I kissed hers, suckled on her nipples, and felt her moan through the touch of my mouth over her skin.

Soon I couldn’t reach her tits and she let her shirt fall back in place. “Jessa, I know you like to have clothes on when you’re the… what do you call it. The one in charge. But I wanna kiss you all over. Can I? Please?”

“I doubt you’ll be able to manage that, but I like that you asked so nicely.” Jessa smirked down at me as she pulled the shirt over her head, then ran her hands down to her pants and panties, undressing herself in a big, sexy striptease.

Instead of saying “thanks” out loud, I covered her thighs in kisses.

“God, you’re shrinking so fast.”

I nodded, smiling up at her. “It feels tingly. I like it.”

“Tell me what you feel about my desire.” We were already close but she moved even closer, the skin of her thigh brushing against my sensitive nipples. I had to crane my head all the way back to look her in the eye. “Tell me the things I’m yearning for, you cute little slut.”

I shivered. “Oh my God, I like that a lot.”

“What, me calling you… slut?” She made the word last a long time, as if she liked how it tasted.

I moaned. I wrapped my leg around her calf and began grinding.

“Tell me what you think I’m feeling.”

I kissed her stomach. “You feel big. You feel really strong.”

She ran her hands through my hair, massaging my scalp and I gasped.

“And what do I want most?”

“For me to get smaller. You want to… to hold me, all at once?”

Her hands, still massaging, pushed me smaller in a burst of tingles. A thrill went through me, knowing that I was doing exactly what she wanted most.

“My greatest desire tonight is to hold you. To pull you into my hands and then pull you into my body. To hold all of you inside the most intimate part of me. My sweet Candy. You’re so turned on, aren’t you? Desperate and horny. Such a slutty little bimbo.”

I kissed her beautiful skin and a thick bush of hair that was finally level with my mouth.

I buried my face in her, breathing deeply, nuzzling, laughing. I felt her large hand softly stroking my hair, cupping the back of my head. The other hand moved to my breast, cupping it too, and somehow she was able to hold all of it in one hand.

“You’re so big!” I said. My voice was muffled in her soft bush but she still laughed in a way that made me think she liked it, and knew I said it because I thought she’d like it. The thought made me dizzy so I decided to stop thinking again for a while.

Luckily, soon my mouth was level with her clit. I stretched out my tongue, licking her folds that tasted so good. She groaned and her fingers tightened in my hair. I leaned in close, my mouth searching as she spread her big thick thighs for me.

I locked my mouth over her clit. It was like a big round candy, and I almost laughed at that idea but it was tasty as fuck and I didn’t want to take my mouth off her. I couldn’t get enough of her flavor. I licked and sucked and she moaned and ground her hips against me. She spoke to the phone while she did.

“Candy gives such good head. Sucking me like a fucking lollipop. God damn, it’s so hot to feel your mouth shrinking against my vulva. I want you smaller, my little slut. If you like this, keep going. Keep sucking my hard little nub as it swells in your sweet, hot mouth.” She groaned, her hips raising up in a long shivery stroke. “Keep. Shrinking. For me.”

I shrank too small to keep sucking on her, and had to reach with the tip of my tongue, and then I was too small even for that. I whimpered. I looked up at her, hoping she could see the begging in my eyes. The feeling of something else she wanted was growing, the smaller I got.

And as good as all this felt, I could tell this new thing would be a whole new level of relief for me.

I clung to her knee, grinding against her calf the way I had against her thigh. “Please? Oh, please?” She massaged her fingers in my hair and I pressed up against her hands. I was so small my crop top was hanging off my shoulder like a huge, snuggly nightshirt.

Jessa’s wanting seemed to snuggle close, too.

“You’re already begging me for more, you little slut? I’ll give you more. But you can feel something else I want, too, can’t you? We’ve been saying it all night, but that’s just words. I want more from you. I want. A happy. Horny…”

“Toy,” I breathed.

Her face lit up with naked wanting.

 

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