Guest Writer:
Day 35 of the omnisuit testing. The ride from the station to the shopping district was only fifteen minutes, but to Melissa, it felt much longer. Without a doubt, the thrill of her current situation was to blame. Riding the M-train in full latex was one thing, but a skimpy outfit such as the silver dress Marigold picked out for her moments earlier? Wearing it in public, even while under the guise of someone else, made her anxious. Equally as nerve-wracking was the vibrator behind her chastity belt, which had already tormented her plenty over the past day. At least twice during the whole of the trip, it switched on and buzzed for no more than five minutes straight. Melissa stifled her moans the best she could behind the red lips of her latex skinsuit, squirming around as she gripped the front edge of her seat with both hands.
After getting used to the vibrations in both those moments, she resigned herself to deep breaths as she looked around the train car. As if by some stroke of luck, she picked one with few passengers; a businessman reading a folded-up newspaper, occasionally glancing at the woman next to him, dressed in a red latex business outfit and occasionally checking her watch. The lacking number of prying eyes eased her mind some, but the fact that Marigold, donning her latex Gothic Lolita getup, was sitting next to her, knowingly smirking at each stifled moan and rubbing her leg with each deep breath, made her feel even more nervous and embarrassed. It wasn’t her choice to go out this late in the afternoon, but here she was, going out with Marigold to Starcoast’s main shopping district. Doing this now would surely lessen the chances of Marigold telling anyone else about her omnisuit later on, and besides, it could turn out to be fun.
At least, she hoped it would.
Shortly after the second bout of vibrations stopped, the M-train did the same, the announcement sounding. Marigold’s ears perked up at the words coming from the intercom, standing up and grabbing one of Melissa’s hands. “That’s us. Time to show you off.” She giggled with ambiguous intent, walking towards the closest open door on their car.
“Y-Yes, of course,” Melissa nodded as she followed behind Marigold, exiting the train and walking across the open-air platform.
Starcoast’s rapid transit system was one that operated both above ground and below. The route Melissa typically took via the system from home to work and vice versa was strictly underground; she rarely, if ever, got to ride the routes directed towards the lower-elevation portions of the city. There, the M-trains ran above ground level on bridges, some tall enough to grant views as far as the city’s titular coast. The way to the shopping district was one such above-ground route, though the bridge it traveled across was only five stories tall, from ground to rail. The same could be said for the station Melissa and Marigold disembarked at.
After leaving the platform and its associated station behind, the only thing standing in the girls’ way between them and their destination was a long flight of stairs. One side was up against a series of buildings with accessible doors along some of the longer steps, and the other was fitted with a railing, so traveling down was for the most part safe. Still, the fear of falling down them due to a misstep was present in Melissa, amplified by her already-existent fear of when the vibrator inside her belt would go off next. Taking deep breaths through her latex lips, Melissa looked at Marigold, holding onto her hand tight with no intention of letting go. If she were to fall because of the vibe once again picking an inopportune time to switch on, the hold she had on her bunnygirl neighbor would ensure that the fall wasn’t far.
Luckily for Melissa, during her descent down to ground level, the vibrator didn’t go off once, and upon following Marigold off the flight, her grip on her hand loosened. “So, how much farther?”
“Not much. Just another block and we should be there.”
Melissa sighed softly. “I see. Thank you.”
Marigold looked back at Melissa, initially smiling with a soft giggle, but her smile soon fading in concern. “Are you nervous?”
“Huh?” Melissa looked up, processing what Marigold said and then blushing brightly beneath her façade. “N-No, I’m not nervous, why would I be?” She nervously chuckled, putting her free hand up to further ward away any suspicion.
Marigold blinked once as she registered Melissa’s reaction in turn, and then chuckled some herself. “Just making sure, that’s all.” She turned back, reaching the corner of a street whose magic-powered traffic lights only pointed in two directions. There, she turned, lightly pulling Melissa behind her before stopping. “Here we are: Starcoast’s main shopping district.”
Melissa slowly came to a stop beside Marigold, looking forward as she did, her eyes widening behind her lenses in amazement. “Wow…”
There it was. The Starcoast City Shopping District, just as the stone engravings on the arch above the entrance said. Along the brick-paved street serving as one of many going through the district were several stands, both open-air and covered, in front of the buildings that normally lined it. Sometimes these stands acted as forefronts to the shops inside the buildings; other times the stands were the shops themselves. The latter variety varied when it came to layout. Both covered and uncovered stands had products hanging off walls or resting on multiple boxes. Other products were laid out on large rugs, though this method was more popular with the uncovered stands. There were also wagons or carts acting as stands themselves, their presence most prevalent near the entrance. Aside from them, there was no vehicular traffic on the street, not even the ponygirl carts that appeared in ubiquity throughout the rest of the city. Only foot traffic for this part of town.
As the two girls entered the district proper, Melissa looked around at each individual shop, stand, and cart, taking in all the various products each one sold. One shop, a brick-and-mortar framed by an open-air stand, was run by a tailor selling clothing, most notably dresses and scarves. Another store a few stands down sold latex goods, simpler and more affordable than what was sold at the Cheerful Fairy. One stand-alone stand dealt in various forms of luggage, while the carpenter across the street had numerous pieces of wooden furniture, primarily chairs and tables, on display. The furthest wagon-operated stand they were able to spot sold various patterned carpets, which was ironically stationed next to a brick-and-mortar carpet shop that appeared to be getting more business. Many of the stands further down sold magic-powered goods like lights and cooking aids, while others had basic weapons and armor in supply. There was even a butcher and baker mixed in with all the non-perishable outlets, supplying the surrounding air with the aromas of bread and raw meat. By far the most immediately notable establishment was that of an instrument-maker, whose apprentice played a pair of tablas and sung in a foreign language, providing the busy street with some live music.
After stopping and eyeing the source of the music for a few seconds, Melissa resumed walking and turned to Marigold. “I have to admit, this is impressive.”
Marigold nodded in agreement. “Very impressive. First-timers to the shopping district usually are impressed by how diverse it is in what it sells. If you lived close by, chances are you’d go nowhere else for shopping.”
“I’d imagine.” Melissa looked off to the side, eyeing a man selling pots of various sizes. He glanced at Melissa’s behind, grinning slyly. She quickly took notice, squeaking softly as she turned back, her mad blushing once again hidden by her skinsuit.
Marigold giggled at Melissa’s reaction, pulling her closer. “Of course, this isn’t all there is to it.”
“The main shopping district?”
“Yes, but I was referring to the shopping district in general. The main portion is big, definitely, but there is plenty more to it than just multiple streets of this.” She subtly gestured to the current collection of stands before them. “In both seller and buyer.”
“Seller and buyer…” Melissa softly repeated as she looked in the direction Marigold directed her towards. This time, she focused not on the shops and stands but on the crowd. The majority of them appeared to be commoners, mostly human with a few demihumans mixed in. Some even shopped as families. At closer inspection, she and Marigold were some of the only few to be dressed flashily. That made her blush even brighter, not that it could be told.
“For each section of the shopping district, there’s a specific crowd it attracts. The main district, with its wide variety of affordable goods, attracts standard civilians. The weaponry and magic districts a few blocks north draw in adventurers and magic-users, most of them demihuman like myself. On the south end of the district is the 18-or-older section. There, they sell bondage goods, more expensive latex pieces, any type of fetish stuff you can imagine, and even slaves. It’s there that you’ll find the scantily-clad or fetishistically-dressed like us.”
“Really…” Melissa looked down, trying to keep herself from blushing through her skinsuit. “I’ll admit, I can’t wait to see what that place is like…” She could feel herself going moist as her imagination began to run wild, shortening her already-limited steps as she crossed her legs the best she could.
“There’s also the underwater district, for the city’s more aquatic citizens, and the underground black market, but even if you could find it, I wouldn’t go there unless you want to get yourself arrested.” She tugged Melissa’s hand, snapping her out of her fantasy and forcing her to walk closer and faster. “And then there’s the luxury district, where the high-class residents like to shop. There’s another crowd that just loves to hang out there, but…” She grinned again, this time with slightly sinister intent. “Just follow me.”
Melissa shivered some at Marigold’s grin, and yelped as she was forced to follow behind her. The bunnygirl walked a little faster than she had before, so Melissa found it hard to catch up with her hobble skirt limiting the breadth of her steps. “H-Hey, wait up! You mean we’re going there now!?”
Marigold just giggled as she pulled Melissa behind her, maneuvering their way through the gradually thinning crowd and leading her into a multi-story building at the end of the street. From there, they travelled through a short, mostly empty passageway. It was when they reached the end of that passage that Marigold slowed down, giving Melissa the chance to do the same. “We’re here.” She glanced at Melissa with a smirk. “Now take a good look.”
At Marigold’s direction, Melissa looked forward. The luxury section of the shopping district, as she expected, was housed within the building they just entered. Spanning three stories, the majority of the shops were housed within individual stores, the only stands being small kiosks that were spread out on the ground floor. The atrium that connected all the stores to one another was bordered from above by a large sunroof, green-tinted and decorated with a crosshatch pattern. The early evening sky looked exceptionally beautiful through it. After gazing for a few seconds, Melissa’s glance moved down. Before she could get a chance to see what stores comprised this section, she got a good look at the crowd it drew.
As Marigold had told her earlier, there were plenty of high-class individuals shopping in this section. No nobles or high royalty, though. For the most part, they dressed normally, albeit better-kempt than those from the main district. However, they were few and far between, not to mention forgettable in comparison to what made up the majority of the crowd. Female, blonde hair, large breasts, small waists, long legs… And that went without mentioning the tight and skimpy getups most of them wore. It was all so much for Melissa to take in, especially in their numbers, so all she could do was stand there in astonishment, her real mouth agape and the one on her skinsuit imitating it as much as it could.
“H-Holy crap… This place is crawling with bim–” She stopped herself before she could say anymore, only to put her hand to her chin in thought. “Uh… Um… Ah…” She tilted her head a few times as she tried to think of how else to finish the sentence.
Marigold looked at Melissa as she struggled to find the words she wanted, giggling softly and patting her on the back. “No need to strain yourself, ‘bimbo’ is a perfectly legitimate term here. And if it wasn’t, I doubt they’d care.”
“R-Right…” Melissa responded with a nod, feeling foolish for trying to correct herself. “So… yeah. Sure are a lot of bimbos here.”
“Indeed,” Marigold said as she started walking, prompting Melissa to follow close behind. “If there’s one thing bimbos love more than sex, it’s shopping. So naturally, they tend to come here and purchase whatever they think is cute and would look good on them, even if their wallet can’t handle it.” She held her hand to her mouth and giggled softly, while Melissa looked down in slight anxiety. “Don’t worry, if they find themselves in debt, they aren’t in it for long. Just an excuse to do more of what they love.”
“I see…” Melissa nodded, turning her head to take a look at some of the various bimbos she and Marigold passed by.
The first to immediately grab her attention out of the practical sea before her was one whose platinum blonde hair was done up in pigtails. She wore a pink tanktop that looked all too much like a bra with white frills decorating the tops of the F-cups, similarly colored short-shorts that showed off the straps of the black G-string she wore underneath, fishnet stockings, and pink knee-high boots with five-inch heels. She also had heart-shaped earrings and blue eyeshadow. She stood near one of the kiosks, talking with another stand-out bimbo: a catgirl with strawberry blonde hair that went to the base of her tail. Like her friend, she had blue eyeshadow and pink short-shorts, though her tanktop was more legitimate, if not too small for her G-cups to handle, and was decorated with white pawprints. Additionally, she had a pink G-string, bare legs, and what appeared to be designer heels. She held her hand up to her mouth, giggling at something the first bimbo said, showing off her pink-painted nails.
Melissa then looked to her other side, spotting a group of bimbos seated at a table near one of the eating establishments. One had feathered light blonde hair going to the middle of her back, held in place with a pink headband. Another had short hair of the same tint, done up in curled pigtails. The third, a drow as opposed to human like her friends, had long pink hair going slightly past her butt. The three all wore skimpy schoolgirl outfits, their tops tied at a knot in the middle to show off their expectedly large racks and their pleated skirts going down to mid-thigh but still highlighting their more arousing features. They also appeared to be conversing with one another, their painted lips puckering slightly as they giggled and their manicured nails glimmering with even the slightest motion of their hands.
“Quite the sight, aren’t they?” Marigold looked back at Melissa with a grin.
Melissa turned back to Marigold and nodded. “Yes, they are. I still can’t get over how many of them there are, tho-ohhhhh~!” She let out a surprised yelp as the vibrator switched on, quickly closing her mouth as her already small steps shrunk even further, now moving by the wiggles she made against the inner boundary of her hobble skirt.
Marigold giggled softly at the sound her companion made, slowing down slightly. “That’s how everyone feels the first time they come here without knowing what they’re getting into, but in time, you’ll grow used to it.”
“S-Sure…” Melissa nodded, blushing as brightly as she could behind her skinsuit. “Is she talking about the bimbos, or the vibrations? Hmm, probably both…”
After another minute of maneuvering their way through the crowd, Marigold spoke up. “I feel that’s enough crowd-ogling for the moment,” she said in reference to what Melissa had been doing while trying to get her mind off the continued vibrations. “I think now, you should see what shops this section has.”
“Yes, I admit, I almost forgot about those.”
“Unsurprisingly. Now then, let’s go!” Marigold softly exclaimed as she pulled Melissa along behind her. The girl yelped as she tried to keep up, panting repeatedly to keep herself from giving into the pleasurable hold the vibrator had on her until it switched off a minute later.
As expected of its title, the luxury shopping district had a lot more to offer money-wise than the standard district did. A decent fraction of the shops sold jewelry, from rings and necklaces housing various gems to body decorations made of gold and silver. Another selection consisted of clothing stores. The majority sold the kind of elaborate, detailed and fancy outfits one would expect those just below nobility to purchase, but there were a few that sold the type of clothing the bimbos who frequented the district wore. Latex pieces were in supply at both, but refrained from being the primary material sold.
The girls, however, merely looked at the products of those two popular store types from the outside. The stores they actually bothered entering were ones that sold items too pricey for the main district crowd but cheap enough to attract those outside the higher classes. One such store sold magic-powered entertainment devices, the primary product being communication earrings. These earrings granted the consumer the ability to listen to music through them, albeit only from a singular selection of songs. Melissa tried on a demo pair, clip-ons shaped like flowers, to see what they were like. It was hard for her to accurately describe the sounds she listened to in the minute she had them on, but she felt simultaneously soothed and unsettled by them, especially the repetition of what few vocals were included among the instrumentals.
Another shop she and Marigold visited the inside of was a candy store, one more adult-oriented than your run-of-the-mill sweet-shop. Then again, the phallic lollipops on display were all that could immediately attest to that variation. It was also one of the only places where the two actually bought anything. They went for one of the cheaper fares, though: a bag of pink candies wrapped with a white bow. After the two bags were paid for, Melissa picked up her bag and looked at it through her lenses, blinking in uncertainty. It was Marigold’s idea to buy them, not hers, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. She eventually shrugged it off for the moment, following behind Marigold as they exited the store.
The other place they spent money at in the luxury district was one of the few eating establishments scattered about the place, for shoppers who wanted to satisfy their hunger in-between bouts of shopping. All of the places sold ready-made food of various types, from meat and vegetable dishes to simple desserts. The two women went to one of the simpler establishments, which sold various flavors of sorbet. Melissa got mango flavor, while Marigold got strawberry. They sat down at one of the two-person tables at the edge of the outlet and proceeded to snack on their sorbet. Melissa had trouble getting her sorbet into her mouth through the one on her skinsuit, but she eventually managed. Shortly after getting a few spoonfuls in without having to wipe off her outer mouth with a napkin, at which point her sorbet was three-fourths gone, Marigold finished hers, sighing softly after swallowing the last spoonful.
“So, Melissa, you having fun so far?”
Melissa swallowed, then responded. “Yes, much more than I was expecting to.” She then took another bite of her sorbet.
Marigold brought her hands together and smiled at her neighbor as she worked on finishing her snack. “I’m glad to hear it.”
While waiting for Melissa to finish, Marigold glanced at the surrounding tables to pass the time. It was then that she saw a woman sit down at the table next to them. She appeared to be the uptight type, with her brown hair in a bun, a pair of glasses adorning her face, and a dark red dress with button-up top that covered everything below her neck except her hands and feet acting as her main article of clothing. She also had a bag of candies in her hands – the same pink candies the girls bought from the candy store not moments ago. She unwrapped the bag and took out some candies, eating them one by one. It was enough to bring a wide grin across Marigold’s face.
“Oh, this ought to be good…”
“Hm?” Melissa swallowed her last spoonful of sorbet before looking in Marigold’s direction.
It took some time, but changes started to occur in the woman as she ate each candy. After five pieces, she made the transition from brunet to blonde, starting from the roots and extending to the tips. From there, her hair started to extend, the bun becoming undone in seconds. After ten pieces, her skin started to darken all at once from a pale fleshtone to a slightly browner tan than that of Melissa’s skinsuit. Additionally, her eyelashes extended and her lips expanded at a slow, gradual speed. After fifteen pieces, her breasts and hips started to grow, the former pair straining against the confines of the conservative top. With every incremental increase in cup size, the cloth covering her chest started to tear, buttons popping off and skin starting to show. While not as noticeable as the change in proportions, she also appeared to have gained eyeshadow and lipstick, even though she was still too busy eating the candies to apply either! Finally, she stopped after twenty, when the last button adorning her blouse popped off. She looked down at her chest for a few seconds, blinking in either surprise or astonishment – it was hard to tell – and then looked back up, giggling softly. Closing up the bag, which had ten candies left, she rose from her seat and sauntered her way over to the bimbo-oriented clothing boutique on the other side of the atrium, shaking her shapely behind with each step.
Melissa kept staring at the woman, absolutely dumbfounded. “…What just happened?”
“Those candies she ate, that’s what happened.” Marigold turned back to Melissa and held up the two bags they purchased moments ago. “You may have recognized them from earlier.”
Melissa looked at the bags after a few more seconds of staring, leaning in to get a good look at the bag. “Yeah, I do. Y-You mean they…”
“Have transformative properties? They do. When eaten, these candies transform the consumer into a bimbo. Normally, the effects are temporary. A bag of thirty like these…” She swung the bags gently in her hands. “…can leave one bimbofied for twelve whole hours!”
“And if you eat more than one bag?”
“It varies. Eat a few more, like one or two extra, you’ll still go back before the day is up, but to the point where you can’t eat anymore?” She scoffed slightly, almost chortling. “Who knows when the effects will wear off? You may remain a bimbo for the rest of your life, if that’s the case…”
Melissa gulped as she gripped the cup her sorbet was served in. “Scary…”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Were you to give them a shot, I’m sure you’d limit yourself to as much as you could stand.”
“Y-Yes, I most likely would…”
“Good.” Marigold shot Melissa a grin before standing up and stretching. “You wanna walk around some more, or have you had your fill of the district for tonight?”
Melissa let go of her cup and nodded, preparing to stand up. “As much as I’d like to keep looking around, I’d rather we head ba-” Before she could finish her sentence, the vibrator switched on again. Melissa shrieked in surprise at the suddenly strong tremors rumbling against her womanhood, pressing her palms against the table as she bit down on her lip. “Oh, why now!?”
The only thing worse than her unwilling companion’s enthusiasm, Melissa thought, was the grin that spread across Marigold’s face as she heard the shriek she failed to silence in time. The bunnygirl stood up and walked over to Melissa, stopping just after passing her. “Now that I think about it, there’s one more thing I’d like for us to do before we go home.” She swiftly turned around on one foot and grabbed Melissa’s shoulders, pulling her close and enthusiastically pressing her breasts against her back. “But really, it’s more something I’d like you to do.”
“A-And what’s that?” Even though she asked, Melissa had a gut feeling as to what it was.
“Simple, my dear.” She then turned around, turning Melissa around as well, so they were both facing the crowd, thinning but still high in number. “All you have to do is cum, and then we’ll be on our way.”
There it was. Of all the times she blushed behind the false skin she wore tonight, this instance brought on the greatest intensity, one she rarely if ever felt. She saw it coming, but even then, it still caught her off-guard, that Marigold would seriously suggest that. And so, as quietly as she could make herself with the vibrations still going on, she exclaimed…
“What!? B-But… How can I…?”
“There’s no need to be so modest, Melissa. I could tell as far back as the ride here that you had some sort of toy packed inside you.” She leaned in and whispered into her ear. “By the people who gave you your suit, I bet~.”
Melissa groaned as she shifted around, continuing her resistance against the vibrations. “I had a feeling. There’s no hiding anything from you, not with your ears.”
Marigold giggled softly, her ears twitching in additional flattery.
“B-But be reasonable, please. Out here in public? I can barely keep a straight face while aroused just a little!”
“There’s no need to worry about that. Have you forgotten where you are?”
Melissa shook her head. “N-No, but… I mean…”
“Just think about it. There are bimbos all around you. They won’t care if you cum in front of them, even if you made it as obvious as could be. Who knows? They might even join in! Seeing how one of their own is having fun without them.”
“One of their what!? You trying to tell me that I’m a bimbo!?”
“To them, yes.”
“Wait… Is that it? Is that the reason you dressed me up like this? The reason you brought me here of all places?”
Marigold just giggled, refraining from answering Melissa’s question.
Melissa sighed in near-defeat. “Oh gods, this really sucks…”
“Come now, there’s no need to feel bad. Bimbo or not, even the most straight-laced shoppers in this part of the district are used to customers randomly orgasming in the middle of a crowded floor. What’s more, I’m the only one here who knows it’s you behind that tan skin, that blonde hair, that sexy silver number. No one else but me knows it’s you behind that bimbo façade, and no one else but me will know it was you who lost control of her libido in front of everyone here.” She leaned in much closer, whispering softer than before but clearly enough to resonate within Melissa’s brain for a bit. “Just relax and let the vibrator do its job.”
Sighing softly with each breath she took, Melissa nodded with a soft whimper a few seconds later.
“That’s a good girl.”
Not a few seconds after that, Melissa moaned out loud, letting her juices spill out inside her metal panties as the vibe kept going at its strong, steady pace. Marigold took advantage of the situation and toyed with her breasts, pinching her nipples through the silver latex that comprised her dress and letting the inflated nubs harden as she watched the girl squirm in front of her. After a minute of teasing from both the bunnygirl and the toy trapped inside her, Melissa screamed out, twitching violently as her tongue stuck out ever so slightly through her skinsuit’s mouth hole. No juices were visible, but judging from her glazed-over eyes and the drool slowly oozing through the hole and off her tongue onto the tops of her inflated bust, chances were that they came out in full force. Regardless of how much it was, though, the vibrations ceased, giving Melissa the chance to catch her breath.
“There. Not so bad, now was it?”
Once Melissa recovered herself, she glanced back at Marigold and nodded. “No, not at all. It felt great…” She looked forward again, blushing once more behind her suit. “Though the attention we’re getting is kind of making me nervous.”
Almost all motion on the atrium floor came to a standstill in the time Melissa had stood there and let the vibe run its course. Naturally, the majority of those staring at the two girls were bimbos, many of them turned on in various ways. The catgirl bimbo from before purred as she eyed the two, her pigtailed friend’s hand being the only thing keeping her from going over and joining them. A tan-skinned bimbo with short blonde hair and F-cup breasts, wearing a white sleeved leotard with pink shoulderpads and stocking-boots, eyed Melissa up and down, only barely resisting the temptation to lick her lips and take her bright pink lipstick off with it. Another one, dressed head to toe in blue liquid latex with only her blue eyes, red lips, and blonde ponytail exposed, toyed with one of her nipple rings as her gaze focused on Marigold. Besides them, some of the high-class customers and shopowners put a halt to their own activities to see what was going on.
“Yeah, I would imagine so. In that case, let’s make our leave.” Marigold grabbed the candy bags and stashed them in her handbag before walking off.
“Right!” Melissa exclaimed as she turned her back to the crowd and followed the bunny girl out of the luxury district.
* * * * *
Before long, the two women found themselves back on the M-train. Just as before, they sat next to each other in one of the emptier cars. This time, though, there was only one additional passenger joining them: a businessman who looked like he came out of the 1940s, checking his wristwatch every few minutes as he sat close to the door. They were lucky that he otherwise stared off into space and not at them. Melissa could barely handle another set of eyes on her, especially after her little public orgasm earlier. With plenty of time and space to give herself the cool-down she deserved, Melissa slowly breathed, inhaling and exhaling through the skinsuit’s holes for her nostrils and mouth. By the time she finished recollecting herself, she sighed with a much greater notability, and then turned to Marigold.
“Well, that was certainly the experience, wasn’t it, Marigold?”
Marigold nodded. “Mm-hmm. Indeed it was. It’s not every day that you get to wander into a den of bimbos and not get mobbed for sexual favors.” She giggled some at her joke.
Blushing slightly underneath her second skin – compared to her previous redness, it felt like she barely blushed at all – Melissa nervously chuckled under her breath in response. “That’s the truth. And I have to say, I didn’t expect you to know as much as you did about the luxury district. Especially in regards to all the bimbo stuff…”
“Hey, I’ve lived in Starcoast for most of my life, remember? Of course I’d know plenty about it.” She looked up at the ceiling of the car. “Though you also have to give thanks to my master. During one of his occasional stays in town, he took me out to the luxury district and had me bimbofied.”
“No way! Masters can actually do that to their slaves?”
“Oh, of course! But only after they’re collared. He didn’t keep me blonde and air-headed for long, only half the day. Still, it was fun, getting to see what life was like from a bimbo’s point of view.” She turned to face Melissa, placing her hands in her lap. “I’ll admit, I would’ve done to you what Master did with me, but seeing how much you have to deal with right now, from the chastity belt to your vibrator, I decided to back out of it for the time being.”
“G-Good…” Melissa couldn’t help but gulp fearfully at the last portion of Marigold’s sentence.
“Let’s face it, regardless of whether things played out as they did or if they did as I initially intended, you have to admit that our little outing was fun as could be.”
Melissa nodded. “And thensome! It was great coming out here with you, Marigold. If you plan on going to the shopping district again, I’d be more than happy to tag along!”
Marigold grinned in slight amusement at Melissa’s reply, patting her on the shoulder before morphing her grin into a gentle, sincere smile. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Melissa giggled again as she smiled back at her bunnygirl neighbor, the mouth on her skinsuit doing the same. Marigold had plenty of mystique to her, some of which disturbed Melissa to her core, but in the end, she was glad to have a neighbor and friend like her. Besides that, her biggest takeaway from their trip to the shopping district was that she could trust Marigold with her secrets, whether they were as big as her omnisuit or small like the chastity belt and the vibrator hidden within. To think that tomorrow would be the day they both came off…