Bimbo: Bonus short story with pics

Eloy clearly had a thing for bimbos. As a billionaire CEO, he clearly had his choice of women. All of the women he dated had the same artificial look: tan, skinny, bleached blonde, lip injections, breast implants, butt implants, the works. He liked to show them off, bringing them around the factory wearing skimpy clothes that didn't leave much to the imagination. His latest wife, Denise, liked to show off her chest, and she seemed to have a bigger pair of breast implants every time she showed up around the office.

She didn’t talk much. But one day, Eloy said to you, “the implants were her idea. I was the one who insisted she start small! She wanted them as big as she could get them!”

“Well,” she said, “of course I wanted them big! I want them so huge I can squish you into goo under them!”

It was a weird joke, but it got a laugh.

When you saw her a few weeks later, her breasts were another few cup sizes bigger, and she made the same joke. You laughed again, if only because of what a weird comment it was.

Then another few weeks went by, and she showed up again. This time she was taller than Eloy.

“We’re doing tests on a human growth treatment process, and Denise here volunteered to be a lab rat. I have to say, it’s been a lot of fun, especially in the bedroom! Now we’ve just got to upgrade the implants!”

“Haha, of course,” Denise said, “I want them so big I can squish you into goo under them, Eloy.”

“Haha, of course, of course, dear.”

It was a few months before she showed up again. Eloy had been gone for a few days, then one Friday, he showed up with her. When you saw her, your jaw dropped. She was easily over ten feet tall. Eloy didn’t even come up to her waist.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to stop by,” Eloy said, “I had a bit of a… health issue…”

“I hurt his hip having sex,” she said. “Pretty soon,” she said, “I can squish little Eloy into goo! And you too!” she said, pointing at you.

You laughed again, but that time it was nervous laughter. Eloy seemed a bit uncomfortable too.

Months went by. Eloy stopped showing up around the office. You got a vague email saying he’d “moved onto other ventures,” whatever that meant, and asking you to make sure shipments of the growth serum went to a P.O. box. Of course, you made sure that happened, even though the amounts he asked for seemed absurdly large.

Then, one day, you wrapped up work by checking on shipments at the warehouse. Usually, the warehouse was full with the sound of forklifts and workers doing their best to yell over them. This time, it was strangely quiet. None of the usual sounds. Just deep breathing.

“Hello dear.”

That’s when you noticed her. She had been sitting so still in the shadows, that somehow you didn’t register the giant, incredibly busty woman who was sitting in the corner of the room.

She walked towards you. She had to bend far down to avoid hitting her head, but her long legs still carried her quickly across the warehouse, fast enough that it seemed pointless to try and run away. Each stride brought her twenty feet closer. Soon, she stood over you.

“You know how I was saying I wanted breasts so big I could crush people to goo? Well, I got ‘em.”

“So that’s what happened to Eloy.”

“Not quite. When he told me it was getting too expensive, I got mad. I’d been growing too fast for my implants to keep up, so my little boobies were too tiny to squish him with. So instead, I ate him.” She couldn’t help but giggle a little after saying that.

“The growth serum stopped working about a month ago. I special ordered implants, they took a couple weeks to prepare. But then I got my final implants. Do you like?” I just stood there and shook in fear, but she continued anyway. “I don’t know how many CC’s they are, but they’re almost the size of cars!” she said and laughed again. “I had to try them out right away, so I squished the little doctor under my tits. And now, they’ve finally healed. So I had to try them out again…”

“So the warehouse guys, you…”

No, I ate them too. But I’m not hungry any more, and you… You seem very… squishy.”

She lunged forward and thrust out her chest. Her breast swung through the air like wrecking balls. One of them sent you flying back onto the warehouse floor, and knocked the air out of your chest.

She leaned forward and placed her breasts on top of you. The weight was overwhelming, and she wasn’t even putting much of her weight on you yet. The weight of her breasts alone was enough to hold you in place. “You men,” she said, “you are so soft and tiny and breakable. But my breasts, they are so big, and strong, and firm.” They were indeed firm, and your efforts to move out from under them were useless.

“Aww, don’t feel sad,” she sad with mock sympathy. “You die, but I get to squeeze you into goo. It’s fun for me, okay? So you can die knowing you made me feel happy. Time to squish!”

She put her full weight on you. You thought of her old joke, and laughed, for a second, before she finally squeezed you into goo.