Chloe and Timmy blinked. They were celebrating Chloe's 18th(and Timmy's 19th) birthday, and now they were in his room because... uh... their faces reddened slightly as the implication set in. Before either of them could say anything, Chloe, surprisingly, took a massive swig from a wine glass before setting it on Timmy's nightstand. It was cheap wine(Timmy's Dad only bothered with the fancy stuff when trying to impress someone, even after Chloe's stock tip) but now Timmy was starting to suspect she'd been working up the courage for this all night, and she was definitely tipsy before the swig.
"Heeey Timmy. I thought of a great present we -hic- can both have." sexual tension had been building between them since puberty. They'd tried to work it out, feeling they were better as friends, and Timmy didn't like her that way, he was pretty sure. They couldn't seem to get it out of their systems though, perhaps because Chloe didn't really have any close friends besides him, and several of their mutual acquaintances had made jokes about it, Mr. Crocker explicitly comparing their dynamic to 'the preppy girl who went after the bad boy because she thought she could fix him.' though the pair disagreed. Despite their outward differences, their personalities were more similar than they displayed for most people. Timmy was one of the few people who could even approach the level of Birthday Psycho Chloe could achieve, for example.
"Uh, Chloe, maybe you're a little drunk for- Hng!" he sucked a breath in as she bent over and started giving him a handjob. Neither of them noticed her nails shooting out the moment she made contact, gaining a coat of purple finger polish, her other hand following suit a few thrusts later.
"I've been so horny about you for so long. Masturbating isn't enough any more. Don't worry though, I've been doing... research." she had hearts in her eyes, but they were pink instead of red, as this was the kind of love that pushed her to fuck him until she got pregnant.
Her yellow tank top was tightening, her bust was swelling by the thrust now. When they'd roughly doubled in size, she switched tactics to a boob job, thrusting his member, which had gone from an average 4 inches to 6 and was still swelling as a pretty girl became prettier while servicing him. Her breasts were passing F Cups already.
"I'll make you cum... then you can cum again inside of me. I want to be yours. I don't mind if you've got other girls, as long as you nail me too." she was getting breathy, starting to drool over his member, now 8 inches, as her breasts swelled up even more. As soon as they hit H Cup, she started giving him a blowjob. She'd demonstrated tying a cherry stem in a knot before, so what she lacked in experience in doing specifically this, she made up for in raw talent with her tongue and sucking power.
Her lips swelled into cocksuckers as soon as she moved to wrap them around his member, gaining purple lipstick. Her lashes lengthened and a coating of purple eyeshadow appeared on her face, alongside her purple ball earrings doubling in size, and every bob of her head made her hair longer and fuller. When she was already sporting waist-length locks, this wasn't immediately obvious, but soon it was knee-length, and growing even more, just like her bust and her butt was starting to swell into the ass a bimbo ought to have. Her hips and thighs were starting to follow suit. Then Timmy came, triggered a muffled scream of ecstasy, her breasts cannoning outwards 3 sizes into the full tits of a bimbo and her ass growing 5 sizes, surpassing her bust and then some. Her lips puffed up a little more and her hair was brushing the floor. Perhaps the most important change, however, was her blue jeans all but evaporating, leaving a tiny purple micro skirt in their place, without any panties to speak of.
There was an audible pop as she pulled away from Timmy's member, and another as she proceeded to mount him on his bed... before Timmy, now thoroughly horny, turned the tables, spinning them both around. If anything, this only encouraged Chloe, who immediately began thrusting her hips in time with him, the 12-inch monster he was wielding rapidly turning her mind and muscles to mush, brawn and brains becoming beauty to push her body to even greater extremes of pleasure and beauty, as she gained another 3 cup sizes up top and 5 down below, thrusting even harder to try and wring him out, finally gaining a pair of massive purple-pink heels as her shoes became much more suitable for her new body and outlook, and Timmy went off inside of her again, solidifying her transformation into his first wife, the first of many women who'd service him, as Chloe wouldn't be able to handle him adequately alone, and she wanted other women to feel how amazing it was to be railed by her man.
Unbeknownst to them, years spent marinating in Fairy Magic had fundamentally changed them. While Chloe wasn't present for the 50 years of Timmy's Secret Wish, the 2.5 million years with Dark Laser had been more than enough to make up for it. Now, with the residual magic mingling between them, Chloe's desire to be Timmy's woman, and her compounding bimboish desires, had made her into an eager wife and him into a man who could make sluts out of a dozen women even without magic if they weren't careful, especially with Chloe as an eager helper. They'd probably do Tootie next, though it was an open question who they'd do after that.
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