(2nd Person M to Bimbo Poodlegirl)

“Sorry, I’m not in the mood for a boyfriend, I’d really rather have a girlfriend.”

Well, so much for that. At least she listened to your confession instead of just flat-out cutting you off.

Olivia smiles at you, beautiful as ever. Her dark hair practically shines in the sunlight, and you feel a slight pang of guilt.

How could you be so stupid? This never works out. You thought that you rushed things too much in the past, and yet here you were, crushing on someone that you’d never stood a chance with.

“Ah, sorry about that,” the words sound forced coming from your lips. Crap, did you scratch your neck? You did. Did she notice?

“For what?” Her smile widens, and you swear there’s something in her eyes, a shimmer of pink hidden in their deep brown.

Wait, is that too much eye contact? Look somewhere else. Like her chest no not her chest! Her forehead? That’s normal. Okay, blink. Saved it.

“It’s okay to look. After all, I think you’ll be perfect.”

You’re dreaming. Or you misheard. Or you misheard in a dream. Misthought? Is that a word? That’s probably a word. She’d touching your hips oh God. No, wait, she’s squeezing them. Why does it feel so good?

“Olivia,” you say, scared to break the moment, to stop her from… Whatever she’s doing.

“Hmm… A nice, soft, curvy butt would look great on you.”

Her hands slide so warmly from your hips to your ass. She doesn’t just squeeze, she outright gropes.

It’s not like you had a particularly nice butt to begin with… You think. It’s big, but not that big or anything. Or… It wasn’t. Now, with each squeeze, you can feel it getting heavier and heavier. It’s practically spilling over her hands, which you can only tell from just how more of her amazing fingers you can feel against yourself.

“Wha?” Is the best you can manage, breath caught somewhere between panting with pleasure and gasping in lust.

Her hand tickles along your back, then gently against the nape of your neck, then her fingers are clutching your hair.

“Hm… Oh, not entirely on board with this, I see… Well, I can fix that. After all… I think you want me more than you want… Well.”

She’s not making any sense, but neither is real life. If this is real life. You’re still not sure. Her other hand strokes your chest, trailing along your pecs. She starts to knead one, first the right then the left. Just like your ass, they soften. They’re not getting much heavier, but they’re getting larger, squishier.

“Why do I have tits!?” You try to keep your cool and fail miserably. To be fair, it’s a valid question. You’re not the kind of guy who’d ever dream of sporting a pair of luscious, sexy, amazing breasts… Wait, no. That’s not right.

You shake your head… Or try to. Her grip on your hair holds your head mostly in place. She feels the motion though, and pouts.

“Aw, baby. What’s the matter?” Olivia lets go of her grip against your hair, only slightly. Just enough so she can twirl her fingers through it, curling what was once straight.

“I… Tits! Boobs!” You know there was something about them that felt wrong. But damned if you can put your finger on it. Olivia’s making your every dream come true right now, isn’t she? You always wanted to be a girl, and not just a girl, a real knockout. The kind of thing that jiggles just from breathing.

You giggle and press against her hand, her warm, perfect hand. Her thumb presses against one of your nipples and your thighs squeeze together reflexively.

“Oops. Too much.” She curls her fingers through the hair atop your head, with a small smirk on her features.

She… Wait, does your hair feel longer? No way, that’s not quite right. You’re sure that you keep it short-cropped. Other lesbians love it like that… You think? You read it somewhere. It’s why you lift, at least. To pick up girls.

Confused, you wrap your arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer, to savor her slender body. “So, you’ll really be my girlfriend, huh?” The words sound a little funny from your mouth, a bit too deep. It’s awesome, you don’t even need to pretend to put on a baritone.

“Hm, a bit too far the other way… Sorry, but I’m the one on top, girl.”

She plays with the hair on the sides of your head and oh, that feels nice. You love it when she touches you like that, when she makes you feel like her perfect, pampered pet. This is exactly why you never wanted to hook up with another guy.

You fall against her, and she stumbles back from your tall, muscled body. Her eyes widen for a second, but her face lights up like it’s Christmas so you’re sure you haven’t done something too bad.

“Hold on a minute there. We need to work something out.” Her hands, both of them, move to your back. They smooth out knotted muscles, they tickle your spine, they really push against your tailbone. Then they start to pull against it, somehow.

You furrow your brow in confusion. It’s not unpleasant. But it’s weird. You could swear that she’s tugging it out from you. Must be some kind of new massage she’s is she taller? She’s taller? When did that happen?

“Aw, are you confused?” Olivia laughs, and it’s almost cute enough to ignore what’s happening. Almost.

You’ve never been the type to let something go so easily, so you look back to your backside and scream at the sight of a tail. Then you scream again at how manly your scream sounded.

“Olivia what’s going on, I feel funny, tell me what’s happening?”

She doesn’t seem too surprised. If anything, she seems amused. “Oh, you’re a really logical one, aren’t you. Well… How about I explain it for you, a bit at a time?”

She’s being super condescending, which turns you on more than you’d like to admit. You look up to her and not, trying not to squish your fat thighs against your dick too much.

“For each right answer, you get a reward. What’s two hundred and fifty-six divided by… Eight?” She asks the last word like it’s a guess, but she’s always been the one to come to you for math help.

“Thirty two,” you say, and she pets your tail—because what else could it be—as a reward. The tip of it starts to tingle in a way that makes your knees weak. It feels fantasty… Fantasy? Good. Good’s a better word for it than that other long one. You don’t need to sound like some kind of smart person.

“That sounds right, good girl,” Olivia smiles. “And what’s that divided by eight, again?”

“Uh… Ffff,” you catch yourself about to say ‘five’ which you know isn’t right because it doesn’t end in a two or a zero. “Four.” You smile confidently.

“Ooh, good girl, what a good girl.” Your wrists and ankles start to tickle. You look down and see pink fuzz circling them, which makes you wonder when Olivia had the time to put bracelets around them. Hold on… Aren’t these a little too close to your skin to be bracelets?

“Eyes up here!” She calls, and you snap back to her. “What’s that times three?”

You blink. “What’s… What times three?” You try, really hard to remember what she was talking about. It was a number. It was less than your fingers. Or… Equal to your fingers, but without thumbs? Definitely not five.

“What’s four times three?” She repeats herself, insistently. Her face sure is red, and she’s really smiling a lot. You hope that’s good.

“It’s… Um.” Wow, she’s being a real jerk teasing you like this. You hate doing math like that because you only have the two hands. You look down to them, lifting four fingers on one hand and… Three on the other? Four on the other.

“No cheating, this is mental math,” Olivia smiles, taking your right hand in hers. She rubs her fingers along the thick, poofy pink fur along your wrist, then places her lips around one of your fingers. She sucks it, and you feel your finger bulge in her mouth, until it’s rounder than a lollipop.

It’s weird but feels so good. You don’t know if you should say something about that. But she’s not stopping either. She moves to your next finger, and the next after that. You feel the same thing happening to your other hand even though it’s not in her mouth, and you look down to find that you’re sporting a big, heavy, useless paw.

There’s no way you can do math like this! Or… Anything else? Is that bad? It means Olivia will have to take care of you even more. Wait, oh no. Math. It’s… four times three? Three times four? Are those the same? Oh no. Wait, you can count by threes.

“Three… Six… Nine...” You go slowly, looking to her for approval. She doesn’t call you out for cheating so that’s good. She’s even rubbing your wrists more, making more nice cute pink fur spread along your body. Wow, that feels good.

“Tuh… Twelve?” You think. Maybe ten. But twelve sounds right.

“Hm… Nearly there… What’s the second number in twelve? The first is a one,” Olivia explains that last bit slowly to you, then presses her hands against your throat.

It’s not choking. It’s nice, so it can’t be choking. But wow can you sure not breathe unless she allows it. You let her rub her thumbs against your windpipe, making it tingle, making it warm, making it good. Wow, that really feel good.

Olivia so good make you feel good. Olivia good. Plenty good. Good good.

“You there?” Olivia Olivia good Olivia.

“Uhhhuhh… Good?”

“Whoops, bit too much again. Guess I just don’t know my own strength.” Good Olivia goodly goods rubs fingers cheeks warm stretch against her fingers and you blush.

“Whuzzatmean?” You slur out the words, eyes rolling a little from how nice her hands are against your cheeks, against your longer face. It’s a… Muzzle. Weird how you’d forget that, you see it in the mirror every day.

“It means that you need to tell me what the second number in twelve is,” Olivia repeats herself.

You sure feel silly about that. You giggle, and your light airy voice comes out so perfectly that you giggle again. It feels nice to laugh. “It’s obvs one, right?”

Olivia laughs along and that makes you feel really proud of yourself until she doesn’t stop. Oh, you got it wrong. “Explain your logic,” she says, wiping at an eye. “I mean, explain why you think that.”

You’re glad she explained what that word meant. ‘Logic’, that’s a good one. You’ll try to keep that in your head. “Well, I logicked that the numbers are one and two, and a second comes before a minute, right? So that logic means it’s got to be one. Right?”

Olivia outright beams at you, then rubs her face against your huge breasts. You shudder and moan because that feels too pleasurable. “You’re really turning into the perfect girlfriend. A pink, pretty, poodle girl bimbo.”

You know what three of those words are. Four if you count ‘a’ but you think nobody counts vowies unless they’re ‘y’. “What’s a bimbo?” You ask. It’d also be nice to find out how you’re a girl. After all, you do still have a dick.

“You are,” she says as if that makes any logic. Then she presses her hand between your legs and it feels so good you forget why you were confused. “Nod along if I’m right, pet.”

You nod, and she laughs.

“Not like that. I mean when I say things. Things like… A bimbo is giggly.”

You giggle. Oh. Well. You giggle again. You can’t fault that logic. You smile and nod, and your ears tingle.

“A bimbo doesn’t need to think with her master around.”

Olivia’s here and she’s really always the brains, so you nod again. Your ears feel heavier, like they’re catching more of the air. Weird that they weren’t before.

“A bimbo does as she’s told.”

You’re nodding so you nod again, and your fuzzy ears brush against your fuzzy cheeks. Or... Maybe your ears are poofy? That’s a way better word. You hope Olivia likes your ears poofy. Your tail wiggles eagerly.

“So you’re a bimbo.”

You nod even more, then crinkle your nose as it gets all dark and smells how wonderful Olivia is so you don’t mind anymore this is amazing. You jiggle when you nod and it makes you so happy you do because it means you’re really sexy.

“One more thing to do, pet,” Olivia strokes your ears, taking them in her hands, rubbing her fingers along their backs, rubbing her thumbs along their insides. “Tongue out.”

You do as asked. It feels weird. “Ahh,” you say and that makes it feel better. Like when Olivia gives you mouth brushies.

“More, darling.”

“Aghlm?” You try, you do. It almost hurts how much your tongue is stretching out. You feel it against your dark soft rubbery big lips, it almost drapes completely over them.

“More.” This time it’s insistent. Heated. You see what you’re doing is turning her on and that turns you on too.

“Huhhahh,” you catch your breath, tongue still out because you’re a good bimbo. “Ghhuuh,” you moan as you stick your tongue out and then Olivia grabs it in her hand and pulls “hhHUUHLK?”

Her other hand grabs your ass, and her thigh presses between your legs, against your dick. She moans, holding up your heavy tongue, letting it fall so you lick your breasts and taste the saltiness of your fur. Then she presses her lips against it, making eye contact with you as she licks your tongue.

“Mwuhhuhm,” is the best you can say as you’re overcome with feeling. Your dick is… Well it’s not hard and it’s super soft but the tip feels stiff and the rest just feels so good. It’s hard to think but easy to feel so you just keep feeling.

You’re drooling onto your own fat tits but that makes Olivia smile so you don’t mind. She presses more against you and you feel a new emptiness between your legs, the kind that feels a little better by having your dick squished so you press against her harder and feel better and better, but still so, so empty.

Olivia doesn’t let go of your massive, heavy tongue. She instead presses it to her cheek, rubbing, squishing, smearing your drool against her. “Say my name, girl.”

“Awlghuheeuh,” you moan, eyes rolling. Empty hot pleasure, electric amazing tingling warmth feels so good and makes you want

She lets go of your tongue and it SNAPS back into your mouth as something POPS down below. You let out a cry as an orgasm bursts across you, every nerve singing with pleasure bliss perfect heat!

You pant. You pant hard. Breath catch. Need to catch breath. “Olivia,” you repeat yourself, licking your lips.

She presses against you, arms entwining around your waist, cheek rubbing against yours. You can’t see her smile but you know it’s there. “Yes, pet?”

You’re her good poodle bimbo so logic tells you what to say next.

“Thank you.”