Bimbo University (Closed)

[Vagrant]

~ This Thread is closed for myself and Mouthwatering ~

Chris Canaan wasn't what you would expect if you were to look at his family and his lifestyle. He was rich, and lived in a gorgeous house, but he wasn't this playboy that all the women swooned over. He was tall, but a little bit overweight, and he simply didn't have the confidence to 'seal the deal' as they say. Not to mention he was attracted to a rather unusual set of characteristics in a woman.

Chris was a graduate student in psychology, and his minor as an undergrad had been chemistry. With that skillset he had come up with an idea. One that he was finally ready to act on, and he had the perfect opportunity. He had gone out earlier to greet and welcome the family who was dropping off their daughter to stay in his pool house while she was at school. A freshmen that he could mold and play with until she was exactly like he wanted. After saying his hello's he had withdrawn to give them their space and let them unpack and get the place set up the way they wanted.

But he had also turned on the 'air fresheners' that were installed in the pool house as well as the white noise generators. The air fresheners did indeed have fragrance in them, but that wasn't what he was really after. They also contained a drug that increased libido. The effects wouldn't be seen immediately, and it would take time for them to become all that noticeable, and the drug only affected women. The presence of a Y chromosome did something to block it in men. He as unsure why.

The white noise generators were unnoticeable as they were built into the walls themselves. Being white noise, they would at the most produce a low hum. But he had designed the frequency to reduce inhibition and to make the subject(s) more into the kind of women he wanted. Again, this would not happen quickly, waking up one morning completely changed was a sure way to notice something was wrong, or for friends to notice. No, these changes would have to be slow, over time. He would have her hear for months, there was no rush.

Chris smiled to himself that he was finally acting on his plans, and that he was finally getting use out of the equipment he had purchased. Still smiling he walked back to the pool house to see how things were going.

"How is everyone back here? Settling in just fine? Can I get anyone anything?"

 

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Krystal Johnson stood in the center of the living room and turned around slowly. It was beautiful. Big windows let the sun pour in and opened onto the pool which gleamed, blue and inviting. Though it was small in comparison to the main house, Krys had spent the past six years living in dormitories, sharing bathrooms and bedrooms, with no space to call her own. The pool house was a palace by comparison.

Krys was excited to finally be on her own, without her parents, or whatever surrogate the schools had provided, looking over her shoulder and watching her every move. She was even more excited that she was going to be at a coed university, where she would be meeting boys and interacting with them on a daily basis. It was exciting and a little frightening. She hoped they liked her. She compared herself to girls in magazines and on TV, and knew she was a little bigger than she should be, but most of the extra inches came from her big, round breasts and bottom, and she was slim enough otherwise. She had pretty blue eyes and long blonde hair that she wore pulled back in a pretty ponytail.

Her parents were having the same argument that they had been having since she started to apply for college. It was about boys. This time, it was about the landlord, Mr. Canaan. Her mom wasn't sure it was a good idea for Krys to live alone with a single man as her landlord, but her father rolled his eyes and waved his hand. "Trust me, hon, I know men. He wouldn't have the ... the guts to try anything even if he did have the chance, and a guy like that? She's not going to go for a dumpling."

"You never know what he might try, especially if she's going to be using the pool..."

Krys bit her lip and kept quiet. There was no point in her saying anything. It was her life, sure, but her parents had rented the house for her, and they were going to have this argument until it was done. They probably didn't even realize she could hear them, as though whispering would make it impossible for her to hear when she was standing eight feet away.

Her parents had done their best to shelter her from boys until now, and to teach her to fear them as if they were some kind of dangerous animal. She had humored them until now, but she watched movies and TV, and she talked to the other girls at her school. She knew they weren't all bad. She knew there was one out there for her, a perfect guy who would love her perfectly and forever. But her father was right about one thing, she knew it wasn't going to be the landlord.

Mom helped her unpack while dad went through the house from top to bottom, making sure everything worked properly. The windows didn't open, but the house was perfectly climate controlled. Dad made her promise she would get outside for fresh air every day, and call them, and not be late and and and.... Finally, they hugged her and kissed her and left, and Krys lay back on the bed and stripped off her jeans and the long sleeve pullover she had been wearing.

If they thought she was going to cover herself up like some kind of religious freak when it was a perfect late summer day, they were in for a surprise. She pulled on a tank top with little spaghetti straps that left her shoulders virtually bare, and a little skirt she had had to smuggle in her bag. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked hot.

 

[Vagrant]

"Knock knock" He said as he stood in the doorway. "My, that's a change from what you were wearing before. And not a bad one, either." He grinned at her. "I saw your parents leave. Hopefully it wasn't too hard for them, coming here with you and leaving without. But wait, didn't they mention that you went to a boarding school? Then this must be really old hat for you and your folks."

"I can relate. I was sent to a boarding school myself. I hated it."

He looked her over once again. "Anyway, you're welcome to join me for meals in the main house if you like, or you can prepare your own food here. It's up to you. Feel free to have guests over, and don't worry about the noise, I'm sure whatever you might get up to won't bother me in the slightest. University is one of the best times of your life. Live it." He winked at her. "I'll leave you alone for now. Unless there is anything I can do for you?"

 

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Krys yelped when she heard his voice and saw him standing in the doorway. Had she forgotten to close the front door, or had he just let himself in? Had he seen her underwear? She blushed at the thought.

"Well, uh, my parents, they're kind of over, you know, protective?" She stammered, wondering what he must think of her. Did she look like a slut? She looked at herself in the mirror and bit her lip. She did, a little, with the tops of her breasts exposed, and half of her thighs, and the little inch of her belly that was bared between the top and the skirt. What had she been thinking.

"I was just trying it on," she said, and immediately wondered why she was trying to make excuses to Mr. Canaan. He wasn't her dad or anything.

He hardly seemed to notice, going on about boarding school and parents and meals. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. Maybe it wasn't so bad. She looked again. She had seen plenty of girls on TV wearing a lot less than this without anyone thinking they were slutty. Or at least, not very slutty. And an old geek like Mr. Canaan wouldn't invite her to dinner if he thought she was a slut, would he?

"Thanks," she said. "I haven't had a chance to go to the grocery store yet, so if it's ok, I'll join you tonight?" She frowned a moment. She didn't even know where the grocery store was, or how she was going to get there, for that matter.

 

[Vagrant]

"Of course it's ok. I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." Almost as if he was reading her mind about now knowing where the grocery store was, he continued. "And until you learn the lay of the land and where everything is around here, if you need anything, just let me know. I can take you where ever you need to go, and once you learn your way around the city, if you need to borrow a car, that's cool." He smiled. "I'll leave you to relax until dinner, at 7 by the way. Just come on into the main house. The dining room is right through those doors over there," He pointed in the direction of the house, where a large set of french doors opened out onto the back patio. "And then to your right. You can't miss it."

True to his word, he didn't drop in again that afternoon, and let her come to him for dinner that evening. He made small talk with her, getting to know her, insisting that she call him Chris rather than Mr Canaan. That was far too formal for someone who was only a few years older than she was. After all, he was still a student himself, though a Graduate student working towards his PhD.

 

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Krystal went to dinner at seven exactly, wearing the skirt she had been wearing when he walked in on her, but with a white, peasant-style blouse that seemed a bit more suitable for dinner, while still leaving her shoulders bare. He was more than polite - he seemed really friendly - and even though he wasn't all that to look at, she thought she could see him becoming a friend. It didn't hurt that he was a good cook, either, and after dinner, she found herself thinking that she had really lucked out.

It was hard to call him Chris, when she was so used to everyone calling her Krys, so she decided on the spot to use her full name. She was surprised to find that he was a student as well, though a graduate student.

"I thought since you owned this house you must be a grown-up," she said, and then winced. She felt herself blushing again. She couldn't believe she had just said that. "I mean, not that you aren't, I just meant, I thought you were older."

 

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He laughed at her use of the term grown up. "Oh don't worry, I don't take offense to that. I think that comes from the whole boarding school thing... you're so sheltered in that environment, that it's hard to really grasp that you're growing up. I am a grown up, but here's the really big news... so are you. You're an adult now. You're not living with your parents, and you're not living with minders. You can make your own choices, make your own friends, and do what you want." He smiled. "Within reason of course, there are still rules... but there's no headmaster... or I suppose in your case head mistress that is going to punish you..."

He chuckled. "About the only line I'm going to draw is if you get the cops called to my house, or if you burn it down or something. Other than that, you're free to do as you want. Now you may not want to get wild and crazy during your time at university, and if not, that's fine too. But that's one of the things that is so good about it. It's the prime time to do it."

 

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Krystal nodded as she listened to him. He was right, of course. She could do whatever she wanted, and there was noone there to tell her not to. She thought about all the stories her friends had told her of the boys they had dated and the things that they had done, and she wanted to try those things, but most of all, she wanted someone to fall in love with, and to fall in love with her. She had watched a thousand movies where it happened, and somehow, she couldn't think how to make it happen. She gave Chris a shy smile and shrugged.

"I guess it's going to take some getting used to. I think ... I think tonight, I'm just going to settle in?" she said, and then smiled. She was asking permission again, as though she needed permission. "It was a long day, and I want to be ready for the first day of classes tomorrow."

 

[Vagrant]

"Probably for the best." He smiled. "Have a lovely evening and a good night's sleep. Hopefully sleeping in a strange bed won't disturb you too much. Fortunately, classes for the first day are usually not too content heavy."

He cleared the table and bid her good evening.

Over the next week or two, he would take her wherever she needed to go, or let her borrow one of the cars they had there. They were actually his parents', but they were there for his use. So he didn't mind lending her one from time to time.

He gave her privacy, but not too much of it. He would walk in on her frequently to see how she was doing, or to ask her something. It was usually random and inconsequential. But he was curious to see her as much as he could. he wanted to know every last bit of change she was going through.

 

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School was school. There were fewer classes, but there was a lot more work, and Krystal found herself struggling to stay on top of it. On top of that, she found herself completely out of her depth with the other students, most of who had gone to public schools and lived in the dorms now. The girls seemed extra bitchy, and the guys were nothing like what she had imagined. Most of them seemed too dumb to even be in college, and all they wanted to do was drink and have sex. At the end of the day, she was so glad to get home, and in the morning she could hardly bring herself to face the day.

The only nice thing was the house. Even if it hardly felt like it was hers with Chris popping in all the time, she was able to decorate it how she liked and it was nice having dinner with him. She even found herself comparing the guys she met at school to him, and thinking surely somewhere there had to be a guy like Chris, but good-looking.

It was a few weeks into the semester when she went to the party. After a few drinks, she found herself in a room, kissing a boy whose name she couldn't remember. She spent a few minutes wrestling with him as he tried to get his hands in her clothes before she finally broke loose and left the room, close to tears. She came home, stripped down to her panties and a t shirt, and fell asleep on the sofa watching Stardust.

She woke when she heard Chris coming in, and sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. She didn't give a thought to the fact that he was seeing her in her underwear, or that the dark circles of her nipples could be seen through her t shirt. She just yawned and waved to him.

"'Morning," she said, rubbing her eyes.

 

[Vagrant]

"Morning Krystal, how was the party?" She had told him that she was going to a party the night before, so he hadn't expected her home until late, or at all. But there she was, curled up on the sofa in panties and a thin t-shirt. He didn't comment on her attire, as pointing out that she was showing him her nipples through the fabric was counter to what he wanted. She was doing exactly what he wanted her to do. Showing him her body, however minor, without giving it a second thought.

"I hope you had fun. If you're hungry I can whip us up some breakfast."

 

[mouthwatering]

"It was ok," she said, but her tone told him it wasn't. She yawned and stood up. She gave him a sleepy smile as she stretched her arms up over her head and then behind her back, hardly thinking how the movement pushed her breasts towards him. "I'd love some breakfast."

She padded into the bathroom, leaving the door open. It was strange, she thought as she brushed her teeth. She had always been a bit private, not comfortable unless she was fully dressed, even with other girls, even with her parents, but she wasn't the least bit shy walking around in her underwear in front of Chris. She sighed and spat, and rinsed, then turned to look at him.

"Why are guys such jerks?"

 

[Vagrant]

Watching her get up and stretch, he couldn't help but smile. She was gorgeous, even though she may not know it, and what he was doing was clearly working.

When she asked him why guys were jerks, he stopped looking through the fridge and directed his attention at her. "What do you mean?"

After she filled him in on the events at the party he smiled. "That guy wasn't really a jerk... he just wanted something you weren't ready for. The jerks are the ones that want something but won't make it clear, and then get mad at you for not giving it to them."

He went back to making breakfast as he talked. "I don't mean that you should give a guy whatever he wants... but you have led a pretty sheltered life... you're behind the curve, so to speak. And you have some catching up to do. As much as you learn things from books and lectures at university, you also learn things socially too... you learn who you are, deep down inside. And to do that, you need to experiment, see what feels right."

He looked over at her as he was making scrambled eggs. "Let me ask you this. Why didn't you want him to touch your tits?" He used the word tits intentionally. He could have said breasts, but that would have been too proper, too clinical.

 

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As he started talking, he led her across the patio to the main house, where he started making breakfast. She sat on a stool in the kitchen, still in her underwear and wondering in a distant kind of way why she hadn't bothered getting dressed.

He was right, of course. Most of the other students at the college were used to being around the opposite sex, they were used to parties, drinking, dating, kissing, and everything that followed from it. She was a complete noob, and maybe her expectations were just unrealistic.

"But ... he wouldn't stop," she said, but he did stop. Not right away, but eventually, and though he was clearly frustrated when she left, he wasn't actually being mean or anything. She had just been scared. "I don't know. I guess he wasn't that bad, but is that really what guys want? To feel up some girl they just met at a party?"

Then he asked her why she didn't want him to. She stared at the counter, and started to answer a few times, but all her reasons sounded the same.

"I don't know," she said. "I guess.... it took me by surprise and I was embarrassed that I couldn't remember his name." It didn't sound that bad, she knew, but she had been scared. "Do you think he hates me?"

 

[Vagrant]

He nodded his head. "That's what some guys want. Most, I would say. Some will deny it, but they wouldn't turn down the opportunity. And what's wrong with that? Especially when the girl they're trying to feel up has huge tits like yours. You're a total babe, Krystal, and guys are definitely going to want to feel you up, and more."

He set down plates of eggs and bacon on the table and sat down. "And is that so bad? I'm assuming you've played with yourself before... but if you haven't, why not?" He was seeing the lowering of her inhibitions, but he hadn't yet noticed a change in her libido. That made him wonder if she even fingered herself. "There's no shame in it, nothing wrong with doing it. We're friends, you can tell me."

He shook his head at her last question. "No, I don't think he hates you. He probably thinks you don't like him, but I doubt he hates you."

 

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She looked down at her breasts, and smiled. They were pretty big, she thought. No, they were huge and incredibly round, like a couple of melons. She grinned, a little shy, but why should she be embarrassed that guys noticed them? They'd have to be blind not to, and if they liked her big tits, shouldn't she be proud of it? It was a scary thought, but an intriguing one.

As she started eating, her face turned bright red. He was actually talking to her about playing with herself, like it was perfectly normal. She shook her head. "I don't do that," she said, and scooped up some egg yolk with a piece of bacon. "I mean, I did ... once." It had made it hard to breathe and hard to think, and her heart had felt like it would burst. It had felt good, but she had felt so out of control. Just like she had when that boy tried to feel her up.

"So wait," she said, thinking about what he had said. "If he thinks I don't like him because I didn't let him play with my boobs, does that mean ... if I want a guy to know I like him, I have to let him do that?"

 

[Vagrant]

"Well, you should try it again. It'll be good for you. I mean, how else will you be able to show a guy how you like it if you don't know yourself?" He smiled at her reassuringly. He never had this much confidence with women, but just knowing what he was doing to Krystal made all the difference.

When she asked her question, he shook his head. "No, not really... I mean, yeah, if he wants to, and you want him to, then you should... but there's all kinds of ways to show a guy you like him. Smiling at him all the time, giggling at his jokes, brushing up against him, especially with those big tits of yours..."

He looked over at her after taking a forkfull of eggs. "And how you dress is important too... I mean, at boarding schools, you're wearing that boring old uniform. There's no self expression at all. And the entire point is to hide yourself away... but you don't have to do that anymore... guys love it when a girl knows she's hot and dresses to show off. And they love it even more when a girl that does that is also letting them feel her up, or is doing all that other stuff I mentioned."

 

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She listened to him, thinking about what he was saying. She had never imagined that she would have to show a guy what she liked, but then, she had never really thought about what she liked. Most of her fantasies had faded to black after a little kissing. She made her mind up that she would experiment a bit more and see what she could discover, but it was the next thing that got her.

"I already do that, mostly," she said. "At least the giggling and the smiling." She hadn't thought about it much, but she just felt giddy and happy around boys she liked. That was how she had been acting at the party, too, she remembered. No wonder the poor guy got confused. "I guess I need to work on the ... um ... rubbing. Are you really sure that's what people do?"

The last thing he said was the scariest, though. Since she had been here, she had made a real effort to dress sexy, wearing skirts that only fell to the middle of her thighs, and tops that sometimes showed a little belly or a little cleavage, but apparently, Chris thought she still looked like a boarding school girl, trying to cover up.

"How am I supposed to show off more than I do?" she asked, a little afraid of the answer. Or was she afraid? There was that same tension in her body, as though her muscles were tightening just a little, and a sort of churning in her tummy, but there was also a warmth between her thighs.

 

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Chris smiled. "That's good. I guess some of this just comes naturally to you then. And the things that don't, like getting your big sexy tits felt up, well I'm positive that you'll get plenty of opportunity to practice. I don't know any straight guy that wouldn't love to get their hands on them." He winked at her.

When they got to the topic of clothes he smiled. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to tell you that you have to change the way you dress... though high heels would do wonders for your posture. I'm just giving you some suggestions on things you could do to make yourself more likable to guys. In the end, I don't want to be the reason you do something you're not comfortable with. You know what I mean? And I really like some of your clothes. They look good on you."

He didn't want to push things too fast, so he left her dress style alone for now. He had at least planted the seed that dressing to reveal more of her body would help her be liked by guys. If she acted on it, great, if not, then so be it.

With his plate empty of food he leaned back. "I'm really sorry you didn't enjoy yourself at that party last night, Krystal... I know adjusting to life out in the real world can be a bit of a shock after boarding school. The fact you went to a party and were making out with a guy so soon shows that you're adjusting really well." He smiled.

 

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She smiled, proudly. It was a relief that she was doing something right, even if she wasn't really doing it on purpose. She blushed when he talked about her tits, but she was getting used to the way he talked, getting used to thinking of herself as sexy and even starting to like it. After talking things through with Chris, it seemed so childish that she had been upset by that guy at the party. She almost wanted to find him again and let him feel her tits as much as he wanted. Next time, she promised herself. She giggled as he winked.

"Heels?" she said. They did make other women's legs and asses look amazing, but they were women. She was having a hard time seeing herself as a woman, though she knew Chris was right. She had a lot of catching up to do, but this was the time for her to grow up.

"I could wear heels," she sounded thoughtful, getting used to the idea. "Maybe I can borrow your car and go shopping for some? Or, maybe you could even come and help me pick some out?" She blushed again, shy about asking him for help when he was already doing so much.

 

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Chris was happy with how much she was accepting what he was telling her. He could almost see the change in her demeanor as they talked. She didn't seem upset about the party anymore, and almost regretted not going further with whoever it was she was with the night before.

There was still something he wanted to do, something he had wanted to do from the moment she moved in, and their current discussion gave him the perfect opportunity. He got up and took their plates to the sink, setting them aside as she asked him if he wanted to come with her to pick out some high heels. He walked behind her and reached around, under her arms, to cup her big tits through her thin t-shirt. "Ordinarily I would love to, Krystal" He said as he massaged the huge globes, squeezing them and kneading them in his hands. "But today I have a meeting with my advisor. But I would love to have you model them for me when you get home."

 

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"CHRIS!" she squealed, pulling away from him. "What are you doing??"

She froze, though, as his fingers dug into the meat of her breasts and she realized that this was exactly the kind of thing they had just been talking about. The little school-girl Krystal would pull away, wouldn't want a boy touching her like that, but what about the woman Krystal? She was trembling, but not resisting as he kneaded her breasts. It was making her dizzy, it made her pussy itch, deep inside, in a way that she had only felt at certain scenes in certain movies before, but a thousand times more. By squeezing her thighs together she could just stand it, but she wanted to rub it in the worst way.

She leaned back into Chris's chest, closing her eyes, trying to picture Josh Hutcherson instead of this dumpy, awkward man touching her. She let out a soft moan. Why had she been fighting this at the party? she wondered.

 

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He laughed at her exclamation, but didn't let her go. "I told you that I didn't know any straight man who wouldn't want to get his hands on your sexy tits. And I am a straight guy that I know..." He watched her squirm, squeezing her legs together and leaning back into him. "Man, they feel so much better than I would have thought... god your fucking tits are hot."

He watched her reactions until she was practically boiling over. And then he let her go. "I really do wish I could come with you." He said, whispering into her ear. "I'd love to watch you try on sexy shoes, but I have work to do."

Chris placed the keys to his car on the table in front of her. "For when you'r ready to go."

As he was walking away he paused. "Oh, you might want to keep an open mind about clothes too, you might find shoes you love but you don't have anything to wear them with."

 

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She nodded, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying while he was still there, but as soon as he left, she ran across the patio to the pool house and fell on the couch rubbing herself desperately until she had a strange, wonderful kind of seizure and a sweetness filled her until she was almost delirious. She had to stop because the little nub near the top of her puss was suddenly too sensitive to touch, but it didn't matter. Whatever had started inside her when he was touching her breasts seemed to settle to a slow simmer instead of a frothing boil.

Her panties were soaked, and as she put on a fresh pair, she was thinking how they looked. Simple white cotton briefs, the same as she had worn when she was a little girl. She knew there were stores in the mall where she could get different underwear. Underwear that would show she was a woman and not a girl any more.

Five hours later she came back from the mall, a little worried. She had spent almost her whole allowance for the month and given her number to four different guys. She went to the pool house and put on the shoes she had bought, a pair of pink strappy sandals with 5" heels. She put on the black silk g string with the pink hearts, and matching bustier that lifted her breasts up, that the saleswoman said she could wear as a top if she wanted to, and the little black lycra skirt that barely covered her ass.

She went back across the patio to the main house, tapped on the glass slider and then opened it. "Chris?"

 

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While she was gone shopping, Chris got to work preparing for his meeting, and then went out for about 2 hours. He was home for about an hour when she came looking for him. When she found him, since he had always told her that she could come inside the main house whenever she wanted (It was only fair since he walked in on her all the time), he was sitting on the couch in the living room looking at his laptop.

he looked up when she came in and his jaw dropped. He wasn't expecting her to be wearing what she was, but he was also not unhappy about it either. "Fuck Krystal, that's fucking hot. Turn around, let me see your ass."

"Oh yeah, those heels do wonders... your ass looks amazing, not that it didn't look good before, but now...wow... and your tits, the way you're standing you're almost thrusting them my way... I like it. I'm sure all kinds of guys will like it too. Especially with the clothes you have on."