Happy Pride Month to all my queer and trans friends! What a hellacious time to be alive. Since everyone I care about is struggling, myself included, I decided I wanted to offer something comforting. (I won’t be talking politics in this post, but I do offer empathy, a pep talk, and action items here.)

I hope you’ll enjoy Candy’s Girlboss Night Off, since I wrote it to be cheerful, fun, loving, and full of sapphic size kink sex.

I’m releasing the story in four chapters, roughly 8200 words. I had hoped to release it all during Pride Month. But at least I’m starting it in Pride Month. I’m cutting myself some slack and will be going at whatever pace feels best for my mental health. (If you need permission to do the same, I hereby grant you all the permission you need. Imagine me as a tiny “Angelle” on your shoulder saying, it’s good to take care of yourself.)

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

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Story background, bigger tits, and pussy plugs

This essay feels really fucking good to write. It also contains some mild spoilers for the story. And you can absolutely enjoy the story without reading the essay.

Writing Smut Sometimes Takes a Community

I wrote most of Candy’s story in 2023 and had been keeping it tucked safely away in my Google Drive, just waiting for the motivation to finish it. Big thanks to my size writer friends for encouraging me for the last few months as I worked through it!

Writing an engaging, interesting story from the first-person POV of someone becoming a bimbo for a night posed a unique writing problem: I kept being drawn to descriptive words that would be wildly out of character for a bimbo.

(Put a nerdier way, it would never pass the test of the “Upgoer Six Text Editor” based on the work of Randall Munroe of XKCD, author of the “Up Goer Five” comic and the book Thing Explainer. He created that comic and book as a challenge to people to improve science communication—by using only the most common 1000 words in the English language. The Upgoer Six Text Editor tool was made by a fan as a joke but quickly became popular as a way to produce plain language translations for accessibility and for including people whose first language is not English. And, you know, to help a kinkster attempting to figure out what kind of words a bimbo might use.)

During a writing hangout, I was grateful when Penner suggested I might try “bookending” the story to help frame context for my bimbo protagonist and solve some other problems that kept me from finishing the story. I experimented with text messages at the beginning and end of the story and immediately realized it opened the door for a fun dynamic involving cell phones, ethical nonmonogamy, voyeurism, and letting my Domme character embrace her “dirty talk” kink.

It’s my favorite solution I’ve encountered so far to the problem of “I get off to fantasies of being a bimbo, but also want to write erotic descriptions of sexy things.” Bimbo sub + dirty-talking Domme + a good reason for the Domme to describe the situation to someone who’d otherwise be left out. I found the end result very satisfying, and hope you do, too.

Huge gratitude—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.

In fact, most writers need help. All the time. That’s one reason I’ve started looking through the acknowledgements at the back of every book I read, as a reminder that there might be one name on the cover, but most writers get help from dozens of individuals along the way. Even erotica.

Bigger Tits! Mental Health Gold Star!

In Candy’s Girlboss Night Off, I indulged in one of my favorite themes, breast expansion, which fits in nicely with bimbofication. Once upon a time, “BE” was one of my gateways into the size kink community, and I was surprised recently to realize I have only ever written it into a single story. How could that be possible? I fantasize about it so often! Well, it was about damn time to take care of that.

I’m also proud of the fact that this story feels like a full and healthy evolution of something pretty toxic I used to engage with uncritically. Anyone who’s read my 2018 sizeshifter origin story might remember this section:

I played around in chat rooms and stumbled onto erotic stories online, courtesy of Alt Sex Stories Text Repository and The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive. I remember a brief and perhaps unfortunate obsession with the popular Master PC Universe by JR Parz, in which a stereotypical geek invents computer program allowing him to change and control the bodies and behavior of the women he likes, often enlarging their breasts, ass, and narrowing their waistlines or making them taller. (Though never tall enough.) I have that story to thank for my mind control and hypnosis kinks—plus some internalized misogyny and “noncon” or non-consensual kinks. Thanks, JR Parz.

Another story tagged with mind control in one of those online forums involved a scientist who tested a breast enlargement serum on herself (wacky hi-jinks ensued) and this set my sizeshifting triggers off in the strangest ways. Breasts the size of houses? I printed a copy and hid it under my bed for years.

I didn’t realize it until I was already in edits, but Candy’s Girlboss Night Out is something of a reclamation of those themes. My character experiences breast expansion and bimbofication as a choice she makes for herself. She chooses it repeatedly. And the changes to her appearance are all her decisions, as well. This is a big deal for me.

I’m sure some people see all bimbofication stories as inherently anti-feminist. There’s been  some interesting dialogue on the topic, like this interview exploring how bimbos might actually be a little subversive in a patriarchal, perfectionistic world that constantly demands women prove ourselves worthy in every exhausting dimension of life.

The concept of bimbos being anti-feminist is something I argue against in my essay “Embracing My Inner Size Slut“:

Up until recently I was too ashamed of my bimbofication kink to speak openly about it or write stories featuring it as a topic. So much of my identity is wrapped up in being intelligent, competent, and a good communicator—both verbally and in writing. I was afraid what it said about me that sometimes I want to be a carefree, cheerfully vapid slut. Even though I know feminism is about having choices, part of me felt guilty for playing this way. Could I be a good feminist while still making this particular choice? (Yes.)

A fantasy where I become the carefree slut deliberately, on my own, is harder. It’s heavy lifting, mentally, emotionally, and it’s going to take more effort to wade through my discomfort with that taboo. On the flip side, a fantasy where someone takes that choice away from me and forces me to become that version of myself? It’s as easy as handing the keys to the designated driver. I can slide right into that mindset, I can skip the shame and the stress and feel like I have permission to accept all the pleasure.

See why this feels like a big deal? Candace choosing to become Candy and asking for what she wants is a way for me to embrace my inner size slut without having to do a workaround that hands the choice off to a “designated driver.” I still love those fantasies and engage with them often. Probably always will. But I feel like this marks a mental health milestone for me, that I have processed some of my shame, that I genuinely got off to a fantasy of choosing my own sexual expression and accepting myself the way I am. What a fucking awesome form of self care!

The Power of A Good Pussy Plug

Speaking of fun and self care, if you have a vagina and have never heard of vaginal plugs, oh my friend, are you in for a treat! They work similarly to anal plugs, but are designed specifically for vaginal pleasure, so they are much softer and have a narrower, more flexible base that tucks gently into the folds of a vulva. Some are shaped for G-spot pleasure and some are meant for simple fullness.

Here’s a great primer on them, including an explanation of why they should NOT be used for anal play. Pussy play only!

The magical sex toy I feature in this story is based on one of my all-time favorite sex toys, the Uberrime Sensi. There’s plenty of reasons to enjoy a toy like this, but for me I love that it gives me a sense of fullness and encourages a slow sensuality.

For a shrunken woman, I love that it ensures she can have pleasure of her own, no matter how tiny she gets. In at least one of my stories, I have included dildos that change size with a shrunken woman before, but I promise you, there’s a world of difference between the the firm, ever-present insistence of a dildo, and the soft, sensual presence of a pussy plug.

For anyone else with a responsive desire style (see Come As You Are by Emily Nagoski, specifically Chapter 7, “Desire: Spontaneous, Responsive, and Magnificent”) this is a great, gentle way to help your body notice “oh hey, something sexy is happening” and allow you to rev your engine at your own pace.

Update: I should also mention that if you are used to a lot of stimulation, a pussy plug might make a person go, “Huh, that’s it? No vibration? No in and out?” If that’s you, a plug might be best when paired with other toys or attention. For me, the base is small and flexible enough to allow me to enjoy play with hands and to stimulate my clit, though it might impede a thorough performance of cunnilingus. I’ve tried it with my WeVibe Chorus, my favorite hands-free vibrator, and it was a bit of a tight fit but still enjoyable. I especially love it with my WeVibe Melt for clitoral stimulation. If I ever end up investing in a Magic Wand, perhaps I’ll update here to share my thoughts, but I suspect that it would be a heavenly match.

Since posting this story to BlueSky, I am pleased to discover that Uberrime recently reduced the price of their soft plugs for their unusual “shop pours” where you get a surprise color blend for $25. The Sensi shop pours have sold out but there’s a gentler kind of pussy plug named the Suavis that’s modeled on the shape of an actual vagina, which is still available in small and medium. And of course, all of the pussy plugs are available to design your own custom plug with one or two colors, from their 49-color palette. (I’m not getting any sponsorship for this, by the way, I’m just a fan wanting to spread the love.)

And if you’re a fellow creative, may I also say: a vaginal plug is also lovely for helping get yourself in the mood while writing or creating erotic art~

 

Artwork

The photo I used in the banner is by Stacie Ong on Unsplash.

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?

 

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

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 1

2524 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

 

 

Candace, 5:45 pm: Can you believe they kept me late again? It’s like they can sense how close I am to just walking out that door

Jessa, 6:05 pm: I can believe it. Those fuckers can suck my clit. In fact, next time that shift manager is mean to you, lmk and I will come sit on his face so he can put his mouth to better use

Candace, 6:06 pm: You always say the most poetic things

Jessa, 6:10 pm: Ready for your interview?

Candace, 6:15 pm: If by ready, you mean freaking the fuck out? Then sure

Candace, 6:15 pm: [ThisIsFineDog.GIF]

Jessa, 6:16 pm: Get your ass over here

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Jessa, 6:15 pm: Greetings, my gorgeous wife! Hope your work trip is going well. Question for you when you have a min

Madison, 6:20 pm: Whats new, babe

Jessa, 6:21 pm: I’m worried about Candace and her impending job interview of doom. I know it’s been a hot minute since our last threesome, and obviously I wish you were here to join in, but how would you feel about the possibility of some seduction tonight? Otherwise it’ll be a normal movie night, I’m fine either way

Madison, 6:18 pm: Oh hell yeah, you give that sweetheart all the cum-munity care she wants

Madison, 6:18 pm: Obvi ok if not but can you spare some details for a poor, horny lady all alone in her hotel room?

Jessa, 6:19 pm: Pending consent, maybe you could listen in.

Madison, 6:19 pm: Count your moans. Or orgasms.

Jessa, 6:20 pm: If she’s up for it, you can expect a call in the next hour. Even if she decides she prefers privacy tonight, I want her to hear it from you that you’re cool with this. So don’t tuck your phone in a pocket and forget about us!

Madison, 6:21 pm: I could never. Promise I’ll keep my phone very… handy.

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To look at us, most people would never guess that my bestie Jessa and I started out as play partners in a super kinky scene. These days, Jessa is married and our adventures involve hemming yoga pants and taking long walks down the wine aisle. Nobody at the “Painting with a Sparkle” adult night guessed that we were painting smut on the bottoms of each other’s ceramics or that later that evening her wife asked me for tips on double-ended dildos.

We’re… unconventional. To an absurd degree, sometimes. Nothing wrong with that among consenting adults, though, right?

Still, it had been a long time since we’d hooked up just the two of us. I had almost forgotten it might be an option.

“Candace. Do you hear yourself right now?” Jessa asked me. “This work anxiety is getting a little extreme. You need a good dicking down.”

“I know!” I gave a little flail in her kitchen, trying to shake the adrenaline out. “But this interview is so important, even if I’ve prepared all I can and logically, the best thing for me to do right now is to relax, I just… I can’t! I’m looking at this gorgeous cabernet and it’s reminding me of the fact I haven’t washed my favorite red sweater, which is flattering but not too boobalicious, you know the one I mean? If I wore a button-down underneath to temper the boob-doom, it’d work really well for an interview top, I think… but ughh… I don’t want to think!” I groaned and buried my face in my wine glass to stop the flood of nervous words. I took a small sip and tried to savor it. “I do want a good dicking down. But I am so very single right now.”

Jessa crossed her arms, a familiar look of mischief coming into her eyes. “No, you know what you need? You need the Magic Plug.”

“Oh, Jess, I couldn’t, that’s a toy for you and Madison now.” My face grew warm even at the mention of the Legendary Magical Vaginal Plug. It only came out for big special occasions. Each time was more magical than the last, but it had been years…

“What if Madison gave you permission?”

I didn’t miss a beat. “Fuck. Yes.”

Jessa smirked at me and picked up her phone. She started a call and made full eye contact with me as she lifted it to her ear. “Hey, Babe. Trip going okay? Cool. Quick question for you. Candy here is having some kind of Girlboss stress-fest and needs someone to fuck her brains deep into subspace. Girl needs a night off from stress and thinking too hard, if you know what I mean. You cool with that being me?”

My eyes widened. She hadn’t called me “Candy” since that bimbo burlesque night years ago at the club. I could hear a burst of laughter on the other end of the call. Jessa listened for a minute and gave a throaty chuckle. “Mm hm.”

She stepped closer to me, looking me in the eye with her single inch of height advantage on me. She was close enough that she could reach out and touch my collarbone, then trail her finger over the cleavage barely contained by my tank top. “Yeah, I was thinking a little size play, if she’s into it, but I know we don’t have a place with high ceilings anymore. I promise we’ll keep it small, this time. Hmm? Okay, yeah, one sec.”

Jessa reached across the counter to pick up the TV remote, then held up the phone to me. “She wants to ask you something. Oh, and if you’re willing, she also wants to listen in tonight.”

My eyebrows rose, and so did my heart rate. I looked at her hands, feeling dizzy.

She winked, then gave a nonchalant smile. “You cool with all this so far? If you want to go back to bestie wine-and-movie night, that’s absolutely still a top-notch option.” She weighed the remote and the phone in her hands, offering me the choice between them and the kind of night I wanted.

I barely glanced at the remote. My eyes lingered on the photo of the pretty face grinning at me from the phone screen. For the barest moment, I looked inward. My mouth had gone dry and I could already feel my nipples crinkle with hardness. All the thoughts and tangled anxiety inside felt further away. The ache between my legs was a whole lot closer.

I took the phone she was offering me, and everything that came with it. “Candy’s lollipop emporium,” I said.

Jessa’s wife Madison gave another laugh, but this one felt much more intimate with the phone pressed against my ear. I could almost imagine the feel of her exhale hot against my neck as she breathed the next words. “Candy. You’re going to be a good cheerful little fucktoy for my wife, aren’t you?”

My lips parted in a gasp. Jessa slid past me, caressing my ass as she left the kitchen for a moment.

“I—I want to be,” I said.

“How would you feel about me listening in? Leave the phone on speaker. You know how Jessa gets when she has an audience… and you know how I love your moans.”

I swallowed a sip of wine and shivered. “Well, if you can’t fly back to double-team me with your wife in the next few hours, then I suppose the next best thing is to let you listen.”

Madison made a satisfied sound. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re gonna do some naughty things for her, yes?”

“I’m just the girl for the job!” A laugh escaped me and I put my palm to my forehead. “Fuck, would you listen to me? I’m about to have sex, and I’m approaching it like a job interview.”

“It’s time to let that go,” she said softly. “You’ve been a very good Girlboss, but now I want you to show Jessa that other side of you. Do you remember what I’m talking about?”

“You mean Candy?” I set down my wine glass.

“Yes, you sweet sexy thing. No more Girlboss tonight. Tell me who you are.”

“I’m, um… I’m Candy?”

“And you’re a…”

“Bimbo?”

Jessa had returned with an armful of colorful clothes that she dropped on the couch. When she sauntered back over to the kitchen, she held up Jessa and Madison’s prized possession to show me.

The Legendary Magical Plug was a soft, girthy purple toy that pulsed with inner light. Thickest around the mid-shaft, it narrowed to a small, flexible, and barely-flared base designed specifically for pussies. The head of the toy was round, fat, and friendly, meant to stimulate the G-spot. The only hint that it could grant a person their innermost desires came with that otherworldly glow from within.

Jessa bent forward and gave it an affectionate, reverent kiss. I watched closely and was rewarded by a glimpse of shimmering magic that graced her lips like ethereal makeup, then disappeared.

“Good, yes,” Madison was saying over the phone. “And what do bimbos love? Fucking? Sucking? Magical sex toys? Tell me what you’re going to do for my wife.”

Jess held the Magical Plug out to me, deliberately positioning it so that I had to bow low to press my lips to the tip. The texture was velvety smooth and especially pliant as I kissed it, allowing the magic to flow into me. More shimmers tickled the corners of my vision. The inner light pulsed and a vibrant pink spread from my kiss to change the entire color of the toy. I could feel it aligning with my desire like a magnet pulling true north.

“Fuck. Yes.” I gave a small moan.

Jess pulled a small vial of lube from her pocket, clicked it open, and drizzled some over the tip of the toy.

A wild giggle escaped me as Jessa took my hand, guiding me out of the kitchen and over to the couch. She bent me forward over the armrest with a firm hand on my back that trailed down to my hip. She tugged down my old yoga pants and panties in one yank, exposing my ass and pussy to the air. I moaned louder.

I was almost surprised when Madison’s voice continued in my ear. I had nearly forgotten I still held the phone. “She’s doing it, isn’t she? About to push it inside?”

“Uh-huh… Oh my God.”

Jessa trailed the tip of the toy in a tingling arc up the inside of one thigh, down the other, then circling wetly back up to push it against my aching vulva.

She bent over me, her body hot and heavy as she stretched over my back, until her lips pressed against my other ear. Her wife let out a soft wordless moan over the phone.

Jessa kissed my earlobe. “Oh, I remember how fucking good it feels. The way it reaches for your desire. Your partner’s desire. Everything manifesting in that single thick toy, all tingly and undeniable. Your body, obeying and changing. Or maybe, in your case… your mind.”

“How are you so good with words?” I asked even though I knew the answer, just like I knew she would get off to me marveling at her.

“Dirty talk is one of my spiritual callings. Candy, don’t hold back now. Tell me truly, do you want me to push this thick Magical Plug inside your hot, wet pussy?”

I moaned, lifting my hips as Jess teased me with the tip. “Please!”

Jess pulled my earlobe into her mouth and I began to shudder.

“Tell me what you are,” Madison growled in my other ear. “Say it.”

“I’m a bimbo!”

Jess pushed the tip of the toy inside one delectable, magical inch. My pussy throbbed. I moaned louder.

“What else? You sweet, sexy slut. Can you even remember what I first asked you?”

“Um. You wanted to know… something about sucking? Or fucking?”

“Close,” she said, with a smile in her voice.

The tingles of power spread out through my body, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I could feel the anxieties receding. The worry. The heavy thoughts. So far away.

Much closer was the throbbing. The ache. The moan pouring out of my throat. “Please, I want more!”

“I know you want more,” Madison said. “And I asked you to tell me what you’re going to do for my wife. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Jessa’s entire tongue was exploring my ear with sensual licks that turned my brain to sparkles. “Say it,” she said.

Two different sexy women, whispering sweet somethings in my ears. I just needed to remember the words they wanted from me. But the throbbing was so loud, and it was so unfair that only the tip stretched my opening. I wanted more.

“I’m—um—I’m going to be a happy, horny—fucktoy?” I finally managed.

Both women laughed. Jess pushed the plug one inch deeper within me. “Louder,” she said.

I whimpered. Words were getting harder to hold onto as the plug filled more of me. All these sensations felt just so amazing. I lifted a hand to free one of my big breasts from my tank top. I massaged it, trying to think straight.

“Say it again,” Madison said in my other ear, “like you mean it, Candy!”

I gasped the words out, putting every ounce of desire into them. “I’m gonna be your horny—little—toy!”

Jessa moaned and kissed my ear, then shoved the Legendary Magical Vaginal Plug deep into my perfect hole.

Tingles exploded inside me. It was like an orgasm, but sparklier. I rolled my hips and jiggled my ass as the plug settled inside my pussy, filling me up with its soft, thick magic.

“SO. FULL.” I moaned.

Jessa clapped me on one butt cheek with a satisfying smack.

“Did I do good?” I asked. “Did I say it right?”

Madison answered, “You don’t need to be any kind of perfect tonight. In fact, it’s better if you let go of that idea completely. Do you understand me?”

“Mm hm,” I said, rocking my hips from side to side to savor the fullness of the plug inside me. The flared base of the toy was soft as it shifted gently between the folds of my vulva. The feel of it was so delicious it made me lick my lips.

“You make me proud. Now be a good fucktoy and pass the phone back to my wife.”

I grinned, standing up and passing the phone obediently to Jessa. She spanked me one more time, then said, “Candy, get changed.” She nodded to the pile of clothes, then turned away to take the call.

I wasted no time peeling off my boring yoga pants and my boring tank top. I did get distracted by my own large, swinging breasts, though. They were D-cups, and round, and soft, and I liked the way they were shaped kinda like wine glasses when I bent forward.

I swayed and they swayed.

I wanted them bigger.

 

 

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