I’m pleased to present the final chapter of Candy’s Girlboss Night Off for all my readers out there who need a break.

This is my favorite and spiciest of the chapters. I’m also sharing some artwork I made below!

One last big, bouncy thanks to my patient and kind beta reader, my partner pseudoclever, for all your help with this story! And for holding space for my writing anxiety, mental health ups and downs, and as I navigated what meaning I could make from the fact that I am an intelligent woman who wants to stop thinking. I wish I didn’t need extra support to see a story through to, uh, climax, but it’s okay to need help sometimes. (You ever read the acknowledgements at the back of a book? Most writers need lots of help!)

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

Skip to the story content section if you want to jump right in.

 

Artwork

Here’s a special treat, to celebrate the final chapter! I experimented with making some artwork for this story using soft pastels.

I’m nervous about sharing any of this because I’m still learning. I’m re-learning everything I used to know about making art, as well as getting curious about everything I missed in the art classes I took in the past.

I’m also learning how to photograph IRL art to make it look passably good enough on a screen, which was far more difficult than I remembered it being. I even tried the scanner on our polycule’s printer and tinkered with the resolution and color, but it produced the worst quality out of everything I’ve tried so far. At least my photoshop skills aren’t too rusty. I was able to touch up smudges and tinker with the brightness/contrast, vibrance, color balance, and levels. Then tinkering with file sizes and resolutions.

All to get it looking even vaguely like it already does on the piece of paper in my hands. And after all of that, it still looks grey when I upload it to this blog post! Plus, I forgot to sign the damn thing. Oh well.

The current version is from my partner pseudoclever‘s suggestion of using painter’s tape to hang it vertically, then setting up two bright white lights at 45-degree angles, then photographing it zoomed in at a distance. It produced the best image out of anything else I’d tried, but unfortunately, my light sources were slightly different temperatures.

When photography lighting and photoshop fuckery didn’t provide the clear white background I was hoping for, I asked my friend Bert of the wonderful multisize polycule comic Ed’N’Em if he had any advice. He’s recently added gorgeous color art to his amazing repertoire of inked drawings. He generously tried troubleshooting it with me, giving me the same advice as pseudo about a photography setup. (He has matching lights at 45-degree angles on his desk to photograph his work, so I’m going to follow his lead and try and get a second lamp just like my first.) But still, in edits, we couldn’t get the white across the whole image without stripping away lots of detail or making the colors strange.

Bert had one last idea: “just embracin’ the fact the picture isn’t perfect” and putting a frame around it. As you can see, that’s the one I went with. THANK YOU!

One last note–I’m open to compliments and encouragement, but I’m not taking critiques of my art at this time. (However if you have tips on the photography/digitizing process, I’d welcome insight in the comments.) I originally made this art for me, because it felt really good to create art with my own two hands. I hope y’all like it, but in my mind that’s really icing on the cake.

After all of this, I am even more impressed with all the artists of our community! Hats off to all of you! We take your skills and behind-the-scenes work for granted far too often. Thank you all for everything you make and share with the size kink community.

I’m calling this one “Tits Outgrowing A Crop Top, In The Light of A Magical Pussy Plug”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

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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 4

2185 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

 

 

I gasped and looked up at her, those big beautiful eyes watching me like nothing else mattered.

The words came out of me like a wave.

“I want you to push me back inside your huge amaaazing pussy! But this time please leave my head and arms free so I can breathe and moan for you, and so I can try and reach your clit and pleasure you ‘cause I’m your fuck toy and it feels SO GOOD to make you happy, and while I’m doing that I really want you to hold me by the shoulders and pull me in and out—but just a little so I can still reach your clit—and I want you to do that ‘cause I wanna feel my big tiddies—well, they’re big to me, anyway, haha—I wanna feel them pushing inside you and then bursting out all wet and sexy, and then pushing back inside, and then bursting out—”

I was panting at this point, and couldn’t help myself, I pulled one of my big swaying tits up and into my mouth to suck on it.

“Hot DAMN, that was quite a speech,” came the voice from the phone.

She laughed. “Is there such a thing as a bimbo boss bitch? Fuck. Madison, you would not believe how sexy she’s being right now. Remember how she inflated her breasts to be bigger than her own head? She’s sucking on her own fucking nipples right now. She’s still glistening from being inside my pussy. Her hair is a wreck, but in a sensual, please-take-dirty-pics kind of way. I just want to… to lick my own flavors off her skin…”

Her words washed over me like a different kind of wave, one that was slow and gentle.

She came close again and pushed her huge tongue between my legs to lick my clit until I was a weak moaning mess. I braced my legs against her face and rode her like a pony.

The plug pulsed and throbbed between us as her big plush lips pressed against my stomach and thighs. Every time her tongue touched the toy, the magic felt so strong we both shivered.

She pulled me back and whispered, “Now who’s the lollipop?” She kissed me once over my pussy and for some reason, even after everything, I blushed so hard I had to cover my face and wiggle in a little happy dance.

She grinned and I giggled with the dizzy happiness of how easily she moved me and my whole body, her toy, and carried me down between her legs.

“I just licked her little vulva like a good lesbian. Now I’m delivering her desire, so clearly stated—mmm, I love a lady who knows exactly what she wants. Maybe I’ll hold her here above my own vulva just out of reach, she’s practically drooling for it. Do you want some of this, toy?”

I nodded, licking my lips. “PLEASE!”

“Mm, so polite. I won’t tease you any longer. Let me change the way I’m holding you… hmm, maybe around your shoulders like this? Oh my GOD, Madison… the way her little feet are pushing inside—Mmm, her legs, her thighs—going slower this time, this is so erotic.”

“You always do rush through some of the best parts.”

“Sliding her inside. Sensual. I’m—Oh fuck—I’m tightening around her and she’s so small, still can’t get over how diminutive she’s become, just diminished because my own fucking desire becomes powerful, and now I have a whole entire person in my hand sliding inside my body like the toy she is to me now—”

I moaned with the warmth of her body pressing against my cooled skin. Warm like a bubble bath, but warm in other ways too, like she was holding me completely. Holding all of me. And I didn’t have any worries because she knew just what I wanted because she’d asked me and cared about the answer, and that was a magic all on its own.

I writhed inside her, warming, heating up again. I moaned to feel her desire for me throbbing, big and powerful, all around me. Pulling me in.

I reached my arms up into her vulva, petting and rubbing the folds spread out above me. I whimpered as my hands fell just short of her big rounded nub.

“Oh no, is the toy too tiny to reach—”

“PLEASE!” I called up to her.

“Are you going to beg me for it?”

“PLEASE! PLEASE I want to PLEASE YOU!”

“Jessa, don’t torture our little bimbo girlboss, you know how much she wants to do a good job.”

A moan built inside her and inside me, as our desires throbbed together. Hers became a grunt, then a groan. “I want you to—to grow thicker and bigger—fill me up, toy—”

I swelled for her. I swelled until the walls of her strained around me, tight but so slick and wet, and relief as my hands finally wrapped around the clit as big as an orange in my palm, massaging, massaging—

“FUCKING HELL, oh my God, that’s. That’s. Really, um. Oh God, that’s really GOOD. Hold on, toy—gonna start stroking you…”

I clung to her clit, working my wet palms against her nub as her massive fingers tightened around my shoulders and lifted me, pulling me out. It was too far out at first, my breasts popped out into the air like anime tits but then my stomach and hips came out too, and her clit slipped out of reach.

“No, oh, please, oh PLEASE—” I cried out, and then cried out again as she impatiently shoved me fully back inside, burying me so deep that my feet pressed up against the deepest part of her and my knees bent inside, my mouth just barely pushing under the surface, my arms reaching up as I gasped for air.

She worked me up until I could reach her clit like a good toy and began rubbing massaging moaning, and my desire ached so hard inside that the Magical Plug almost vibrated, as if by rubbing her clit I was rubbing the magic pushed inside my own tiny cunt. “OH, FUCK.”

“Going slower for her. For you. SO SLOW, sooo sensual. She’s so thick and big inside me, but I can still hold her, all of her, I’ve got her, I’m taking such good care of her, she is SO incredibly turned on, I can feel it building, oh babe I wish you could feel this with us. Oh, sweet Candy…”

Moans filled the air, hers and mine, and the moans from the phone louder still.

And then she worked me in, and worked me out, slower, so slow and careful until my massive tits slid up hard against her slick flesh and then burst out into the air, shiny and wet with my nipples rock fucking hard and so sensitive, as sensitive as the clit under my palms, massaging moans out of her huge writhing body rocking up and rocking down, holding me tightly as she pushed me inside and pulled me out, my tits popping free and so fucking sexy, working me, her toy, working me harder and faster, “OH FUCKING FUCK OH MY OHHH FUUUCK—”

All of our lust burst out one more time as my nipples dragged along her skin and into the air, her clit twitched and her cunt twitched, rippling deep inside, gripping me so tight I couldn’t even moan, the pleasure doubled between us knocking my breath out of me—

Our bodies cried out together, and a wave of tingly, magical heat crashed over us both, and we came hard into a giggling, gasping mess.

She fell back onto the couch like an earthquake. “Being this tiny is really funny,” I said, and we laughed together.

“I’m gonna have to clean all these costumes,” she said, groaning.

A sound came from the phone. “You fucked on our costumes? Like, all of them? Oh, girl, you’d better start the laundry before I get home. Seeing as I’m gonna have to fuck you myself as soon as I walk through the door.”

“Deal, Babe. Text you later?”

“You better. And Candy?”

I blinked up at the phone held high above my head from where I still lay deep inside a twitching, post-cum pussy.

“You did a really, really good job.”

“She’s grinning so cute right now, Babe. I’d almost take a photo, but she’s still tits-deep inside me and I don’t think even I am up for sending a photo quite that incriminating.”

“Valid. Good night, my lovelies!”

She set the phone out of my view and looked down at me. “Should probably get you out, and remove the pussy plug, yeah?”

This time her laugh was softer, gentler, her big warm fingers pulled me out into the cool air.

She used my crop top to wipe me off, but she couldn’t wipe the giddy, punch-drunk grin off my face.

“S’ok if we leave the pussy plug in a while longer?” I asked shyly. “Just for now?”

“Mm hm. I do want you to start to come back to yourself, nice and slow. Is that okay?”

I nodded, feeling the slow shift begin. “Oh, hey. Your name is Jessa. I think I forgot that when I became your toy.”

She blushed. Hard.

I settled in against the swell of Jessa’s chest and accepted a very big and very messy sip of wine from a glass taller than my whole body, which had to be cleaned up, too.

I tried to thank her properly for helping me become a bimbo for the night, and for making me her fucktoy. And for turning on a movie while she cuddled with me, just when those big stressful thoughts were starting to come back into my brain. It was all exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

We didn’t have to say anything, though. I could tell that this felt good to her too.

I stretched out across her cleavage, enjoying the scent of her still on my skin, mingling with the wine. I exhaled a long delicious sigh, amazed at how happy and how grateful I felt as my whole body finally, finally relaxed.

 

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Jessa, 9:32 pm: She’s passed out on my breasts, still holding a single piece of popcorn.

Madison, 9:34 pm: Fuck that’s too cute

Jessa, 9:35 pm: You doing okay?

Madison, 9:36 pm: I’m fantastic, best sex I’ve had in a hotel room in ages. How bout you? Coming down okay?

Jessa, 9:37 pm: Crashing a bit. Can you. Um.

Madison, 9:37 pm: Reassure you that you’re not a bad person for wanting kinky things? And remind you that this is an excellent, if unusual, way to care for a stressed-out friend? WHO CONSENTED to all of this btw

Jessa, 9:38 pm: Thanks, Babe. How’d I get so lucky?

Madison, 9:38 pm: I gotchu.

Madison, 9:39 pm: Don’t forget to hydrate, too. Her and you.

Jessa, 9:40 pm: I’m on it. Gonna shower us down next, will make sure she gets home safely for some rest. Sleep well. Love you~

Madison, 9:41 pm: Love you too~

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Jessa, 10:19 pm: Hey. I’m really proud of you for letting go tonight and asking for what you wanted. I’ll be up early, message me to confirm you are awake and not in some post bimbo glitter haze?

Candace, 6:58 am: [Pink heart emoji] Omw to the interview at 8

Jessa, 7:14 am: Thanks! Good luck, Madison and I are both cheering for you.

Jessa, 7:15 am: Also thanks for making me cum so hard I saw stars. You were spectacular at that size! We gotta do that again sometime.

Candace, 7:16 am: OMFG I nearly dropped my coffee AND my phone on the subway

Jessa, 7:17 am: That’s my good little bimbo.

Candace, 7:20 am: Goddamit, my whole body relaxed when you said that

Jessa, 7:20 am: [Finger gun emoji] [Finger gun emoji]

Candace, 7:25 am: Hey. Last night was wonderful and you’re an amazing Domme

Candace, 7:25 am: Thank you for taking such good care of me

Jessa, 7:27 am: [YoureWelcome.GIF]

Jessa, 7:40 am: Ready for your interview?

Candace, 7:50 am: If by ready, you mean strangely relaxed and confident like I’ve unlocked some new hybrid Girlboss Bimbo level? Then hell yes

Jessa, 7:51 am: FUCK I’m so proud of you! [sob emoji]

Candace, 7:51 am: I’m even wearing my boobalicious sweater, no button-down underneath. I think at least three people in this waiting room are into it

Jessa, 7:52 am: All hail the maximum boom-doom!

Candace, 7:53 am: If they can’t respect I’m a woman who contains multitudes, then that’s not the kind of employer I want. So yeah, I got this~

Candace, 7:55 am: Oh and drinks on me, later

Jessa, 7:56 am: You do realize that now I want to turn your tits into a wine bar.

Candace, 7:59 am: [ThisIsFineDog.GIF]

 

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