Charity Auction: Bimbo Stories

The girls wheeled their bags into the hotel lobby, each of them staring around with eyes wide and mouth agape. “This place is amazing,” Lisa said. “Like, holy shit, Zeke actually pulled it off.”

“Welcome ladies,” a tall women in a uniform said as she approached. A half dozen other women emerged from an office. Each of them approached one of the small groups of sorority girls gawking at the splendor around them. “May I have your names please?”

“I’m Lisa Reynolds, this is Mi-ya Park, might be under Mimi Park, and that’s Carla Ramirez.” Lisa stopped. “Um, our social chair should have a full roster of everyone.”

“No, this is fine,” the woman said. She jotted some notes on her tablet. “I see you three booked your room together, that’s perfect. Easy bunch right off the bat.” She fiddled with a small scanner attached to her tablet and handed over a packet of three key cards. “Those get you into your room. Real quick, some information. First, your entire stay is complimentary. You won’t need to pay for anything. Breakfast is served until 10:30 each morning, early brunch drinks start at 11:00 with lunch served until 1:00. Dinner begins at six, normally, but I believe you’re all fully booked for special times through your stay.” She paused to look at her tablet again, “Yes, your first official event is the Charity Auction. Tonight at 8:00. Until then, make yourselves at home. Can I answer any questions for you?”

“Have the guys arrived? The Omegas?” Mi-ya asked.

The woman blinked and didn’t answer for an eerily long time. “Yes, some of them. I believe they’re scheduled to arrive in separate groups whereas you girls all came on the same bus.”

“I have a question,” Lisa said. “Who’s that guy?” She pointed to a portrait hanging behind the main lobby desk. Whereas the rest of the grounds sparkled with bright colors, rich greenery, and exquisite lighting, the portrait almost seethed a darkness around it, like oily fumes wafting off the canvas.

“Oh, that’s the founder of the hotel, Thaddeus. He drops by some times for events like this. Perhaps you’ll meet him.”

Lisa hoped not. “Oh, thanks. Elevator is over there?”

The woman nodded, “Yes, and I hope you enjoy your stay at The Lidurian.” She walked off to the next gaggle.

“Come on,” Lisa said. “Let’s get ahead of everyone.”

The trio went over to the elevator and slipped inside, ignoring their sorority sisters rushing to catch the lift. A ding later, they stepped out on the fourth floor and went down to the room number listed on the card. They made it as far as the end of the hallway before their jaws dropped. The room was bigger than the common room at their sorority house. The far wall opened to a massive balcony with a suspended wading pool attached. Carla left her bag to go stand in the warm, island air. Mi-ya pointed at the massive bed, “There’s only one.”

Lisa tossed her bag on one side. “It’s fucking huge though. Like, this isn’t a King, it’s a custom size or something. Like two kings put together almost.”

“Yeah, but its still just one bed for the three of us,” Mi-ya insisted. “And what if, you know, we want to bring a guy back?”

“You could fuck him in the pool,” Carla said over her shoulder. “We won’t watch, unless he’s cute.”

Lisa smirked. “If its an issue, I’m sure the other two of us can give the lucky girl some alone time. Plenty of room to romp about in a bed like this. I think the guys have single rooms, so its probably better to shack up with them than here. There’s one Omega to every three Gamma girls. And maybe half of the Omegas are a bit weird. Expect the claws to be out once everyone has some drinks.”

Carla returned to the room, putting her own bag on a suitcase stand. “I cant’ believe Zeke pulled it off. Never thought Marilyn would agree to this swap. One of us is going to have to sleep with that guy just because he deserves it.”

“I’ll do it,” Lisa offered. The other two shot curious glances at her. “What? Not like it would take much. He’s going to spend all day watching Gammas walking around in bikinis and getting drunk. I’ll tell him we’re going to fuck, give Mi-ya a slap on that big Korean butt to super charge him, and be done in two pumps. Hell, I bet I could get him to bust with a handjob.”

“God, you perv,” Mi-ya said.

They unpacked, periodically growing distracted by things in the room or calls from the balconies. Their sorority sisters dotted the side of the building, shouting plans at one another. It prompted a group text from Marilyn, the de facto leader for their island excursion. Lisa read, “Ladies, you’re off the leash until 8pm when you will be expected at the Charity Auction. Attendance is absolutely mandatory. The Omegas have worked out a game to “auction” our costumes for the evening, I think. More on that later. Do not show up visibly drunk.” She shrugged. “I can get pretty invisibly drunk by eight, I bet.”

“Let’s go down to the beach,” Carla said, pulling out an elaborate string that might have been a bathing suit. “Get some drinks and lie in the sun for a while? The plane was all cold and ick. I bet we can lure some of the guys down, help Mi-ya put in some groundwork for her hard fuck on our bed later.”

Mi-ya cursed at them in Korean. A moment later, she pulled out a pink, polka-dot bikini. “Think this will help?”

Hours later, the three of them arrived at the chaos of the Charity Auction. The Omegas had turned out dressed in full suits while all of the Gammas wore clothes for a night of dancing and drinking. Marilyn hastily explained this was fine, though she seemed worried about it. Beside her, Zeke tried to calm the crowd down. With some sustained effort, the two social chairs brought about a semblance of calm. “We’re going to start right away,” Zeke said. “Since there’s so many Gammas, and we want to have enough time tonight to actually enjoy ourselves, we’re going to do sets of three. Right?”

Marilyn nodded. Normally their leader was overly strict and immaculately composed. At the moment, she seemed absent minded and unusually giggly. “Right! Girls, you will get called out to the stage. The guys in the crowd will bid for traits as the MC, that’s you right Zeke, calls for them. Once your bidding is closed, you can join the crowd! You’re not obligated to go to any guy who bids for a trait on you, but you know clearly they’re interested.”

Zeke’s eyes scanned the crowd of Gammas nervously. “Hah, right. Ok, ladies, you can go next door. There’s an open bar in there. We’ll call for you when its your turn.”

Somewhat uneasy, Lisa led her friends to the adjoining ballroom. Her sorority rushed to the bars to order cocktails. Having worked up a good buzz before hand, Lisa, Mi-ya, and Carla grabbed a table and sat down. Within seconds, one of the tall, gorgeous women who worked at the hotel appeared by their side with a tray. “Champagne?” she asked, her voice a lilting song.

“Sure,” Carla said, grabbing two from the tray. “These are for me. If I’m going up for judgment like a hunk of meat, I may as well be drunk for it.”

Lisa shrugged and took one of the flutes as well. Mi-ya declined. The petite girl had already drank more that afternoon than Lisa had seen her consume in a single night. Somehow, Mi-ya hadn’t toppled over. Quite the opposite, she was bright and cheerful in a way Mi-ya never acted. Lisa considered this as she sipped her drink, “Is Marilyn acting weird?”

“Yep,” Mi-ya said.

“Everyone’s acting weird,” Carla agreed. “Look at Jules. Like, what the hell is she wearing.” The girl in question stood at the bar across the room wearing a skin tight dress seemingly made of latex. It struggled to cover her ass and to contain her boobs. The girls around her kept touching the dress and giggling. “Vacation madness or something. How long do you think this will take? No offense, but the three of us could have gotten drunk at a table back at school.”

As if called, Zeke appeared at the pass through door and read out three names, including Jules. The oddly dressed girl was joined by two others, excitedly walking over to Zeke. Lisa gasped as she saw Kelly — at least she thought the girl’s name was Kelly. Gammas came in sets of two hundred per class year, and Lisa could barely remember the names in her own year. — grab Zeke’s crotch and squeeze. Not to be outdone, Jules went back and gave Zeke a deep kiss while pressing his hand into her tit. Then the trio disappeared into the other ballroom giggling like idiots.

“The fuck was that,” Carla said. “Is everyone on horny pills?”

“Oh, you feel it too?” Mi-ya asked, stirring from her thoughts.

“Huh, I was just…joking,” Carla said, her golden skin darkening around her cheeks.

“No you weren’t,” Lisa said, realizing her friend was lying. She spent the day hoping no one else noticed, but the entire afternoon, Lisa had been in a tizzy of horniness. She even skipped off to the bathroom at one point to masturbate, after which she changed her outfit out of fear her friends would notice her bikini sticking to her wet pussy. “You’re all about to climb a wall same as me, aren’t you?” she leaned close to the table to whisper. “Is there something in the fucking water? Are we getting low dosed on molly or something?”

“Don’t be paranoid,” Mi-ya said, calmly. “A ton of sexually active young men and women on an island drinking and watching each other peacock all day. Of course we’re all horny, that’s the whole reason we came.”

Carla shrugged, “It is a little weird though. I’ve been thinking about sex all day. I never do that. And…not just with guys. The whole reason I noticed Jules was because I was fantasizing about pulling up that dress and burying my face between her ass cheeks.” The dark color in her cheeks worsened. “God, see? Why would I say that?”

The pass through door opened again, Zeke appeared, looking flustered. “Carla, Mi-ya, Lisa?”

The ballroom was dark while the stage glowed brightly. A general murmur and a few cheers rippled through the crowd as the three girls took the stage. Zeke pointed each to a circle marked with duct tape before moving to a small podium off to the side. “Alright, guys, now that we’ve gotten the pregame out of the way, our first lineup of girls is a multicultural trio. On the left here, Lisa. In the center, lovely Carla, and at the far side of the stage, Mi-ya. Remember, the freebie is over. All modifications from this point on will need to be bid and purchased. Get your paddles ready, and for fuck’s sake guys, be sure to raise the one you want. We don’t need another repeat of last year’s bunny fiasco.”

“What? I thought it would be hot. Just like bunny ears and a tail. Not a whole fucking hare lipped rabbit face,” someone yelled from the dark. Raucous laughter and ribbing followed him while Zeke tried to calm the crowd.

“What the hell are they talking about?” Lisa whispered to Carla. The other girl shrugged. Both Carla and Mi-ya shifted in their spots, either nervous or, like Lisa, incredibly hungry to be touched.

“We’ll go one at a time, but first. Let’s see the bid for the base package. Two thousand.” He paused, scanning the crowd. Eventually, the girls saw some faint movement and a glowing paddle appear. “Great, Brother Ryker pledges two thousand!” The crowd cheered as Zeke smacked a gavel on the podium.

As he did, a ripple of energy pulsed through the room. Lisa panicked in the half second between when the wave hit her and when its effect took hold. Afterward, she couldn’t remember why she’d been worried about anything. Of course she was on display for the men, where else would she be? And so what if they saw how creamy her pussy was getting from all the male attention? They should take that as a compliment. Her breasts ached, chaffing against her dress. Her ass yearned to be touched, pulled, or prodded. A familiar twin sensation of emptiness spread through her pussy and her mouth. She desperately wanted a cock to fuck her or to suck. Glancing to her side, she guessed her sorority sisters felt pretty much the same. Mi-ya even dropped the pretense altogether and pushed her hand in her hotpants to play with her pussy while she waited for the next call.

“Increased sexual drive, sensitivity increase, and a fixation on pleasing men,” Zeke read off. “A nice start to the fun. Now, up first is Lisa. Lisa is a marketing major originally from upstate New York. As you know the girls filled out our fun little questionnaire before coming on the trip. Lisa answered the question of, ‘What role should a woman play in the household’ with a boringly long essay about gender equality. Let’s open up the bids with that in mind.”

A second later, a paddle shot up. “Five thousand for Cock-Sucking Housewife.”

After that, “Six for Anal Atta Girl.”

A few others waved off, claiming it was only the first round. Zeke cracked the gavel. “Pledge taken, six thousand for Anal Atta Girl. Enhancement encourages the lovely lady to constantly desire anal sex and the approval of her man. Either can make her cum almost immediately. Isn’t that right, Lisa? You’re doing a good job. Why don’t you help yourself to a toy?”

The words hit her like a sledge. She needed her body to breathe. Frantically, she stripped on stage as the crowd yelped and whistled. All the other sensations in her body faded as she peeled off her wet panties and dropped them beside her. Only the empty ache in her ass remained. She wanted a cock, but the closest thing would have to do. She moved to the box Zeke pointed out, grabbed a thick dildo, and returned to her circle. Thinking it proper to show whoever pledged on her, she turned her back to the crowd and bent over. The cheers increased, and as they did, the thrum of pleasure in her body skyrocketed. She rubbed the silicone cock along her pussy coating it with her juices before jamming it against her puckered asshole. She relaxed with ease, letting the cock push inside her tight ring. The pleasure overwhelmed her, forcing her to her knees as half the fake dick slid into her ass. Lisa let go of the toy, letting the pulse of her ass shift it in and out of her hole as her body quivered with orgasm.

“Good stuff,” Zeke said. “While Lisa enjoys herself, let’s move on to Carla. Originally from Houston, Carla is pre-med and —”

“Naughty Nurse Knockers!” someone yelled. “Ten!” The paddle flashed in the dark.

“Holy shit, James. You serious? You know you can’t take it back. Ok? Fine. Sold, at ten thousand.” He flipped through a small box until he pulled out a card, “The Naughty Nurse Knockers package compels the owner to often dress as a nurse while increasing breasts to astounding proportions. The Naughty Nurse will strive to take care of her man by nursing him back to health.”

Carla wasn’t listening. She’d spent the past few minutes undressing while watching Lisa bounce her ass up and down on a plastic cock. Carla didn’t find that behavior alarming any more than she thought stripping was indecent. Mi-ya did it, too, and went right to masturbating. At least Carla didn’t have three fingers in herself while all those men in the audience watched. As the gavel clacked again, Carla experienced a sudden rush of pressure in her chest.

Her breasts changed. She had large boobs, but always hated how they sagged on her body, almost flat without a push up bra. Like air filling up a deflated yard ornament, her breasts puffed up into golden colored tits capped with dark brown areolas and thick nipples. She smiled, rubbing her fingers over the engorged boobs. Dumbly, she realized Zeke was standing in front of her. He pushed something into her arms and left without so much as sucking on her nipples. The thing in her hands was an outfit, which disappointed her. She couldn’t wear clothes anymore, Zeke was such a dummy! Holding it out to give it back to him, she saw that it was a nurse’s outfit.

Excited, she pulled the too-tight skirt up her brown hips, loving the feeling of the tight, white latex on her body. Another piece went over her abdomen, but it only covered her midriff and shoulders, letting her fat titties hang out fully exposed. The final touch was a little cap, shaped like a folded paper boat. The bright red cross on the white completed the ensemble perfectly, and she pushed it down over her black locks. She posed for a moment, eager for whoever gave her the package to approve her new look. As she did, the pressure in her breasts shifted.

Carla brought both hands up and cupped her boobs, “A good nurse knows what her man needs,” she said, her voice a sultry drone. “Come here, baby, I have your medicine.” She moved her index fingers and thumbs up to her nipples and gently squeezed. A squirt of milk shot out and her pussy clenched as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. She cast a glance at Lisa, who kept mindlessly riding the cock in her ass. Carla wished she had a thought to get a dildo to bounce up and down on while she milked herself. “Oh well,” she said, letting her head loll back. Her fingers worked dexterously, pushing and pulling, as the milk in her breasts gushed out over her hands, dribbling down the front of her boobs and over the latex dress. It was enough to make her cum. Not as good of an orgasm as she hoped, but she figured the next would be better and kept milking.

“Someone please bid on a cleaning fetish or something, cause it’s going to get messy up here and we don’t have new initiates to mop.” Zeke said. “Last for this set, Mi-ya Park, second generation immigrant from North Carolina. Mi-ya is studying to be a pharmacist. Clearly, she’s been enjoying the background work we’ve put in. So, who’s got an idea, open bids?”

In the dark, Mi-ya heard some frantic chattering. Meanwhile, a panel went up, “I’ll do a three for Perfect Pussy.”

Zeke nodded, “Alright, bid is at three for Perfect Pussy. Not looking at the card, but I believe that’s causes the woman’s pussy to perfectly fit whatever is pushed into it, giving her extreme pleasure and gripping any partners with amazing strength and fit. Stacy got that one last year. Wound up being pretty popular so —”

“Kamiho Korean Cutie, twelve!” Someone called. The panel flashed.

The card box rattled as Zeke searched. He drew out a card and held it up to the light. “Guys, you know how we feel about trying new ones.”

“Hey, it’s our fucking money Zeke, bang the thing,” the voice called again.

“Alright, Kamiho Korean Cutie. Embrace the legend of the nine tailed fox. The voluptuous vixen is spry and playful, eager for every hole to be filled and every tail to be pulled.”

Mi-ya recognized something about what Zeke said before the rush of heat flowed over her body. Her fingers slid out of her pussy with a squelch as she dropped to her knees. Legs quivered as muscles moved. Her bones stretched as she grew taller, much to her excitement. She hated being short and envied the long legged goddesses walking around her through her entire life. The changes moved upward, reaching her ass. She liked her butt and was happy to sink her fingers into the warm flesh to find it thicker. The general increase in her size through the day and with the first package didn’t add enough to her tits to rival a normal girl. She was almost flat chested, and often dreamed of the Korean porn stars with their milky white tits covered in oil and big enough to drape over a man’s arm. The thought crystallized in her mind as her skin turned as pale as moonlight and the pin pricks on her chest ballooned into fat titties tipped with rose colored nipples.

She sighed as her hair magically braided itself into two long strands hanging down either side of her new rack. She leaned on her forearms, sticking her ass in the air to give everyone a view of what would come next. Mi-ya could feel it, somehow, new muscle shifting in her lower back as new bone grew. Her tails erupted from the base of her spine, a sudden brilliant plume of slightly pink white. They rotated in a maddened swirl as she returned her hand to her pussy, finding it a little plumper and entirely smooth. The tails whipped in the air, each almost an independent mind as they grew longer and longer. When they stopped, each was long enough to wrap fully around her body. The hair on them was as soft as silk, ending in a small patch at the base of her tails. She curled them around her body, letting the softness stroke over her skin and tease her nipples. As she did, she felt a strange pair of pops on the top of her head. Her hearing went dull, and then returned twice as keen. Her new fox ears flicked on top of her head.

Mi-ya lolled her mouth open, showing a set of small fangs. She shoved her tongue out, letting a bit of drool roll off her tongue. “Want to fuck!”

The crowd cheered. Zeke clapped nearby. “Amazing, girls. Really amazing. Gentlemen, you may claim your toys.”

Three men emerged from the crowd. Each took one of the girls by the hand. Lisa was disappointed to leave her dildo behind, but when they reached the table, her man pulled out his thick cock and gave her a slap on the ass. She didn’t need further instruction. Holding him by the root of his dick, she pushed him into her well stretched, yet still tight rear hole. When he praised her, she felt her pussy spasm. When he came in her ass, her brain boiled with orgasmic joy.

Carla went to a table at the back of the room. Her man ordered her to bend over the table. She thought he was wasting her talents, but knew a good nurse always provided care. While he fucked her pussy, she let her milk leak all over the table. Finally, someone with some sense came over to join them. Carla moved to a chair so she could service both men at once. The newcomer sat underneath her, slurping her fat tit into his mouth while his frat brother kept fucking her from behind. Eventually that guy dumped a load of cum on her ass, bossed the other guy to take his place in Carla’s pussy, and let his hands milk his new bimbo cow into a glass.

Mi-ya’s man led her out of the ballroom and up to his suite. They rolled onto the bed together, her tails wrapping around them both as he explored her newly voluptuous body. Mi-ya reveled in the joy of being a plush fuck toy. She mewled and whimpered as her man’s fingers dug into her ass checks, his mouth licked and sucked at her slippery tits, and his cock nudged at the entrance to her slick, bald pussy. Eventually, he positioned her on top of him, shoving her down on his thick cock. He let her sit on top of him for a moment, tails fanning out behind her. She figured this had been a fantasy of the frat guy for his whole life, so why not let him enjoy it. Simply having a throbbing cock inside her felt nice enough. When he finally gave her flank a swat, she moved her tails up around them, creating a cocoon in which she rode his cock until it sprayed thick ropes inside her.

She laid down on top of him, letting her tail relax as her breasts squashed against him. “I feel nice.”

“Course you do, bimbo,” he said, not unkindly. “So long as you have a fresh load of cum leaking out of you, you’ll be on cloud nine.”

Mi-ya sat up, feeling the guy’s cock getting harder inside her. “You like my tails,” she mused. “Want to cum all over them?” They flicked around behind her as if excited. “Cause I think you’re right. I really want more cum. On my tails, on my ass, on my tits. I want to be a good bimbo.”

He moved her gently back and forth along his dick. “You will be. We have time to go again before they finish the first round. I think I might bid on you again in round two. There’s one called Ongoing Orgasm. Makes you nearly catatonic, trapped in a repeating orgasm and waiting for people to fill your holes. What’dya think? That sound sexy, sitting in a hotel room for the next week in constant orgasm, tails all flicking around, as guys take turns using you.”

She couldn’t answer as the thought sent her into a quivering, shaking mess of pleasure. But yes, she very much wanted that.