Cheesecake
Star
- Joined
- May 17, 2011
'Welcome to Bimbotown! Can I take your order?' The empty-headed waitress gave a massive smile at the man that had stepped in to the door of the 50s-style diner. Her name-tag said Chelsea, although it wasn't her real name. Like all of the town's residents before her - it had been adopted when she became one of them. A dumb, big-breasted bimbo. Her previously flat chest had inflated to massive F-cups, while her hips had widened to a wonderful size. Truly, the body of a perfect woman. 'Oh! It's the Mayor! Oh I'm so lucky to serve you today Mr Mayor!' She squealed, almost dancing on the spot in her pink waitress uniform.
Chelsea was once a university graduate, but because of one man's sick fantasy - she had become clueless. Even though she saw him nearly every day... Chelsea always got excited when he walked in to the diner. Her fingers played with her hair absently; her long brunette-coloured hair dangled in front of her right shoulder and tickled the front of her uniform's breast. A small voice inside of Chelsea told her that this man was evil, that he was the cause of what had happened to her. That he was the reason why she could never go home, or remember her past life. How she was now nothing but a stupid whore that loved to choke on his wonderful cock.
Chelsea was once a university graduate, but because of one man's sick fantasy - she had become clueless. Even though she saw him nearly every day... Chelsea always got excited when he walked in to the diner. Her fingers played with her hair absently; her long brunette-coloured hair dangled in front of her right shoulder and tickled the front of her uniform's breast. A small voice inside of Chelsea told her that this man was evil, that he was the cause of what had happened to her. That he was the reason why she could never go home, or remember her past life. How she was now nothing but a stupid whore that loved to choke on his wonderful cock.