Hello hellloooooo all you wonderful erotica fans out there! I’ve got a brand new story out for you today that features all kinds of super hot bimbofication, transformation, mind control, barely legal sex, breeding/impregnation/creampie, group sex, lactation, and so much more!
“Bust Gun: The Locker Room” (available on Kindle Unlimited) follows the path of lovable loser Roderick, a guy who just can’t get no respect. He’s scorned by jocks and hated by his ex-girlfriend, and he’s never been laid. Then, after a particularly hard evening in a locker room, stuffed there by some asshole athletes, he finds the Bust Gun…and starts to turn his life around.
With just a shot, he can turn any woman he wants–even his snobby ex–into his willing bimbo slave. She gets bigger tits, longer hair, beautiful skin, lactating breasts, and a mind full of needy erotic thoughts just for her new Master. Super hot.
So! If you’re feeling up for a bimbo-riffic tale of debauchery and lust, check out “Bust Gun: The Locker Room” today!
Here’s the Official Blurb:
Roderick is your average loser—picked on by jocks, hated by his snobby ex-girlfriend, and ignored by hot women everywhere. Then, he finds the Bust Gun, and everything changes for the better. Just one shot is all it takes to make a beautiful woman into his eager, erotic, fertile servant girl. Women transform from beautiful coeds to mind-blowingly hot, obedient nymphos, complete with overflowing cups full of delicious cream. With the Bust Gun in hand, Roderick can make all his dreams come true…including the one that involves making his arrogant virgin ex apologize to him for never sleeping with him. He’ll even make her beg…if only he could figure out how to reload the darn gun…
Excerpt:
The lockers were positioned against the walls of the locker room. In front of them all was a wooden bench where the athletes could sit and get dressed. He had Betty laying down on one such long bench, and he watched with utter shock as her body transformed into something straight out of his wet dreams.
First of all—her breasts. They were basically non-existent before. In her tight tank-top, she looked about as flat as your average twelve year-old boy, and though her body was incredibly fit, she was at a real lack for curves.
Now, though…her breasts were growing. They grew straight past handfuls and right into gobsmacking TITS, straining the fabric of her tight shirt so much that he’d had to use the scissors in her little bag to give her more room on top, cutting a line from the collar down to the center of the shirt. That had, with the blossoming power of her beautiful breasts, only encouraged a heavy v-line of cleavage to develop.
But that wasn’t all that was changing. Her hair, thick and short, was becoming thicker and long. Voluminous heavy locks of brilliantly shiny chestnut-and-blond hair spilled out from her head. Her skin became more tanned and shiny, her lips poutier, puffier, her every inch of body layered with achingly hot muscle tone. Her boyish hips and waist became suddenly incredibly womanly, pushing out into a beautiful hourglass shape.
“Wow,” he said, just looking at her. “Wow, wow, oh wow…”
What was happening? What had he done?
Obviously the gun had something to do with it. It was behind all of this somehow. But…that wasn’t possible, was it? A gun couldn’t just…just make a woman look like this, could it?
And then, there was what she had called him just before collapsing.
Betty had called him…she had said…
Master. She called me Master.
She slid upward on the bench, moaning and coming awake.
