The afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the beachfront condo, turning the open living space into a golden-hued aquarium where dust motes swirled like glitter in the heat. Lana shifted her weight from one strappy stiletto to the other, the heart-shaped rhinestones on her platform heels catching the light as she bit her newly plumped lower lip. Her reflection in the mirrored hallway showed off the way her 2000cc silicone breasts strained against the neon pink latex of her bandage dress, the material squeaking faintly with every deep breath she took. Keys jangled in the front door. "Mom?" The word came out higher than she intended, her vocal cords still adjusting to the helium-lilt her surgeon had recommended for maximum bimbo appeal. The door swung open to reveal Clara standing in the threshold, gym bag slung over one shoulder, her fitted white tank top clinging to abs that looked like they'd been chiseled from marble. Lana's DSLs parted in a soft gasp. Clara's cock. It bulged obscenely against her gray sweatpants, the outline so much thicker, longer, angrier than she remembered from their awkward brunch three months ago—back when Lana's hip fillers were still settling and Clara had politely declined to comment on her daughter's new heart-shaped ass. Now it strained the cotton fabric like a python digesting a goat, the tip already leaving a damp spot near the thigh seam. "Like...holy shit," Lana breathed, talon-like acrylics rising to press against her injected cheeks. The movement made her breasts jiggle violently, nipples pebbling beneath the constricting latex. "Did you get, like, more monster juice from the FutaGrow clinic or something? That thing could club seals!" Clara chuckled, the low rumble doing something dangerous to Lana's freshly lasered vagina. She dropped her gym bag by the door, biceps flexing as she stretched her arms overhead. "Kept telling you not to snoop in my supplement drawer, babygirl." Her voice held that same smoky lilt from Lana's childhood bedtime stories, now laced with something darker. "Though if you’re volunteering to be my personal...stress reliever..." Heat flooded Lana's enhanced curves as she teetered closer, the scent of her mother's post-workout musk—coconut body oil and salty perspiration—making her new nose twitch. She could already feel the dampness spreading between her thighs, the tight lace thong doing nothing to contain her arousal. "Maybe I wanna test-drive the new model," she purred, lowering her exaggerated lashes. "Ya know, for, um...quality control purposes?" Her French tip nail traced the bulging vein along Clara's sweatpant-encased shaft, the flesh beneath hotter than a fresh wax pot. Clara's hand shot out to grip her wrist, calloused palms incongruous against Lana's baby-soft filler-plumped skin. "Careful now." That velvety warning tone made Lana's knees wobble. "You keep poking the bear..." The hand on her wrist yanked hard. Lana's squeal morphed into a moan as she crashed against Clara's body, her enormous tits compressing against her mother's rock-hard abs. Through the thin layers of latex and cotton, she could feel the cock twitch impatiently against her belly, leaking pre-come like a faulty faucet. "That's my girl," Clara growled, free hand already groping the shelf of Lana's ass through the tight dress. "Couldn't even wait for me to shower, could you? Had to parade around in this..." Her thumb found the cleft between Lana's buttocks, rubbing hard over the damp fabric. "...this fucking saran wrap excuse for an outfit." "Y-you said to dress for dinner!" Lana's protest dissolved into a giggle-squeal as sharp teeth grazed her injected earlobe. "Dressed yourself up like my own personal banquet." Clara's breath scorched the shell of her ear. "Now be a good girl and hold still while Mommy unwraps her present." The latex dress split like overcooked prosciutto under Clara's gym-strong hands, Lana's massive silicone breasts exploding free with an audible thwop that sent her cherry-red nipples jiggling wildly. Clara's mouth closed over one stiff peak instantly, suckling hard enough to make Lana's vision blur. "Fuh- uuuck!" Her hands flew to the buzzed undercut of Clara's jet-black hair, acrylics scraping scalp. The dual sensation of teeth and tongue on her hypersensitive implant scars sent electric currents shooting straight to her swollen clit. "Y-you gotta...ohmygod...gotta warn me before you go all vacuum-seal on my..." The rest of her sentence died in a pornstar-worthy gasp as Clara's other hand slipped beneath the ruins of her dress, blunt fingers sliding through her dripping folds with zero preamble. "Christ, you're a mess down here," Clara murmured against her breast, curling two fingers inside without warning. The stretch burned deliciously—Lana's vaginal opening still swollen and tender from last month's labiaplasty. "All these surgeries...making your pussy even tighter, hm? Practically virginal again." "Shut. Up." Lana’s back arched as those fingers crooked against her front wall, the motion making her heels scuttle against the hardwood like a spooked show pony. "Just...nngh...had it sculpted for maximum cock hug, okay? Like the...the brochure said!" Clara’s chuckle vibrated against her nipple. "Better hug this then." The hand retreated from her cunt, leaving Lana whimpering at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, Clara’s sweatpants hit the floor with a thwap. Lana's enhanced lips formed a perfect O. It was...obscene. Thicker than her wrist, veiny in a way that made her revised vaginal canal clench in anticipation. The mushroom head glistened with pre-come, flushed a deep angry red that contrasted with Clara's olive complexion. She could already imagine the stretch—the ruthless invasion—the way her reshaped pussy lips would cling to that monstrous girth... "W-what's the..." She swallowed hard, throat clicking. "...the new stats?" Clara stroked herself lazily, foreskin gliding over the swollen crown. "Ten and a quarter inches rock hard. Two and three-eighths circumference." A wolfish grin. "Think your little renovation project can handle it?" Lana dropped to her knees so fast her breast implants audibly sloshed. Up close, the musky scent was overwhelming—pure futa testosterone mixed with the salt tang of sweat. She nuzzled the throbbing shaft, DSLs leaving glossy streaks on the velvety skin. "Mouth first," she breathed, swirling her tongue around the leaking slit. The bitter pre-come flooded her senses. "Gotta...ah...break it in gradual-like." "Such a good little cocksleeve." Clara's hand fisted in her platinum waves. "Let's see if your new teeth can keep up." The first thrust punched past her pillowy lips, stretching them into a comical pucker around the girth. Lana's eyes watered immediately, her jaw held open by sheer cock diameter as her trachea protested the intrusion. Clara didn't hesitate—just buried her entire length in one brutal slide until Lana's glossy nose pressed into coarse pubic hair. "Squeeze your tits," Clara demanded, voice gone gravel rough. "I want to paint those implants." Gagging audibly, Lana mashed her monumental breasts together around the base of the shaft. The obscene schlik of saliva-drenched cock pistoning between silicone echoed through the condo. Clara set a ruthless pace, each withdrawal giving Lana half a second to gasp before being throat-fucked anew. "That's it...vocal cords vibrating like a proper little fleshlight..." Clara's thighs trembled as she approached her peak. Lana could feel the balls tightening against her chin, the shaft swelling even thicker. "Gonna pump this bimbo throat full. Take every drop or you get the anal treatment next." The threat made Lana's cunt drool around empty air. She hollowed her cheeks, hollow-eyed and mascara-streaked, as the first hot jet hit the back of her throat. Clara roared something unintelligible, hips stuttering as she painted her daughter's rebuilt esophagus white. Lana milked her through the orgasm with frantic swallows, adam's apple bobbing comically. When Clara finally pulled out, softening cock making a wet pop as it exited Lana's bruised lips, the bimbo slumped back on her heels with a dazed giggle. "Fuck me...your swimmers must be triathletes..." Clara hauled her up by the armpits, ignoring Lana's yelp as she manhandled her towards the glass breakfast bar. "Time to see if your vaginal sculpting was worth the eighteen grand." The cold marble against Lana's back made her shriek, her thighs automatically spreading as Clara lifted her knees to shoulder height. The angle exposed her freshly waxed pussy in all its surgical glory—puffy outer lips stitched into a perfect heart shape, inner labia removed entirely for that smooth Barbie-doll slit. "Look at this..." Clara's calloused thumb spread her open, revealing the glistening pink interior. "Like a goddamn geisha. How many inches can this silicone sock actually take?" "Just...hurry up and wreck it, old lady!" Lana dug her heels into Clara's back, nearly toppling a fruit bowl. The crown notched against her entrance, stretching the tight hole obscenely wide. Clara leaned down to capture a nipple between her teeth, biting down just as she slammed home. The scream Lana unleashed probably violated local noise ordinances. "That's my girl." Clara set a brutal pace, hips snapping like a jackhammer. "Bet your sissy ex-boyfriends never filled you like this." "Nuh...nuh...nobody!" Lana clawed at her own breasts, leaving red welts on the augmented flesh. Each thrust rearranged her insides, the monstrous cockhead battering her remodeled cervix. "Fuck...fuck...it's hitting my...my fucking tonsils!" Clara's laughter sounded unhinged. "Should've sprung for the industrial-strength uterus upgrade." The orgasm hit Lana like a wrecking ball—her back arched clear off the marble, high-pitched keening bouncing off the floor-to-ceiling windows as her cunt convulsed around the invader. Clara followed seconds later, balls slapping against Lana's stretched asshole as she spewed load after load into the clenching channel. They stayed locked together for a full minute, Clara's cock twitching rhythmically as she milked out the last dregs of her climax. Lana's modified pussy kept up a steady drip onto the marble, her platinum wig askew and eyelash glue melting in the sweat. "Round...round two..." she slurred, legs still trembling. "Backdoor special..." Clara's grin was all teeth. "You sure that collagen asshole can handle it?" Lana responded by rolling onto all fours, heart-shaped ass jiggling as she presented her bleached rosebud. "Only one way to—MPH!" The spit-slicked cockhead breached her before she could finish, tearing a ragged scream from her Botoxed throat. Clara fucked her like a woman possessed, each thrust layering new agony and ecstasy across Lana's reshaped body. Somewhere past the pain threshold, the pleasure bloomed nuclear-hot—her silicone-enhanced form finally living up to its designed purpose as a living sex toy. Hours later



The afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the beachfront condo, turning the open living space into a golden-hued aquarium where dust motes swirled like glitter in the heat. Lana shifted her weight from one strappy stiletto to the other, the heart-shaped rhinestones on her platform heels catching the light as she bit her newly plumped lower lip. Her reflection in the mirrored hallway showed off the way her 2000cc silicone breasts strained against the neon pink latex of her bandage dress, the material squeaking faintly with every deep breath she took. 

Keys jangled in the front door. 

"Mom?" The word came out higher than she intended, her vocal cords still adjusting to the helium-lilt her surgeon had recommended for maximum bimbo appeal. The door swung open to reveal Clara standing in the threshold, gym bag slung over one shoulder, her fitted white tank top clinging to abs that looked like they'd been chiseled from marble. Lana's DSLs parted in a soft gasp.  

Clara's cock.  

It bulged obscenely against her gray sweatpants, the outline so much thicker, longer, _angrier_ than she remembered from their awkward brunch three months ago—back when Lana's hip fillers were still settling and Clara had politely declined to comment on her daughter's new heart-shaped ass. Now it strained the cotton fabric like a python digesting a goat, the tip already leaving a damp spot near the thigh seam.  

"Like...holy _shit_," Lana breathed, talon-like acrylics rising to press against her injected cheeks. The movement made her breasts jiggle violently, nipples pebbling beneath the constricting latex. "Did you get, like, _more_ monster juice from the FutaGrow clinic or something? That thing could club seals!"  

Clara chuckled, the low rumble doing something dangerous to Lana's freshly lasered vagina. She dropped her gym bag by the door, biceps flexing as she stretched her arms overhead. "Kept telling you not to snoop in my supplement drawer, babygirl." Her voice held that same smoky lilt from Lana's childhood bedtime stories, now laced with something darker. "Though if you’re volunteering to be my personal...stress reliever..."  

Heat flooded Lana's enhanced curves as she teetered closer, the scent of her mother's post-workout musk—coconut body oil and salty perspiration—making her new nose twitch. She could already feel the dampness spreading between her thighs, the tight lace thong doing nothing to contain her arousal.  

"Maybe I wanna test-drive the new model," she purred, lowering her exaggerated lashes. "Ya know, for, um...quality control purposes?" Her French tip nail traced the bulging vein along Clara's sweatpant-encased shaft, the flesh beneath hotter than a fresh wax pot.  

Clara's hand shot out to grip her wrist, calloused palms incongruous against Lana's baby-soft filler-plumped skin. "Careful now." That velvety warning tone made Lana's knees wobble. "You keep poking the bear..."  

The hand on her wrist yanked hard.  

Lana's squeal morphed into a moan as she crashed against Clara's body, her enormous tits compressing against her mother's rock-hard abs. Through the thin layers of latex and cotton, she could feel the cock twitch impatiently against her belly, leaking pre-come like a faulty faucet.  

"That's my girl," Clara growled, free hand already groping the shelf of Lana's ass through the tight dress. "Couldn't even wait for me to shower, could you? Had to parade around in this..." Her thumb found the cleft between Lana's buttocks, rubbing hard over the damp fabric. "...this fucking saran wrap excuse for an outfit."  

"Y-you said to dress for dinner!" Lana's protest dissolved into a giggle-squeal as sharp teeth grazed her injected earlobe.  

"Dressed yourself up like my own personal banquet." Clara's breath scorched the shell of her ear. "Now be a good girl and hold still while Mommy unwraps her present."  

The latex dress split like overcooked prosciutto under Clara's gym-strong hands, Lana's massive silicone breasts exploding free with an audible _thwop_ that sent her cherry-red nipples jiggling wildly. Clara's mouth closed over one stiff peak instantly, suckling hard enough to make Lana's vision blur.  

"Fuh- _uuuck_!" Her hands flew to the buzzed undercut of Clara's jet-black hair, acrylics scraping scalp. The dual sensation of teeth and tongue on her hypersensitive implant scars sent electric currents shooting straight to her swollen clit. "Y-you gotta...ohmygod...gotta warn me before you go all vacuum-seal on my..."  

The rest of her sentence died in a pornstar-worthy gasp as Clara's other hand slipped beneath the ruins of her dress, blunt fingers sliding through her dripping folds with zero preamble.  

"Christ, you're a mess down here," Clara murmured against her breast, curling two fingers inside without warning. The stretch burned deliciously—Lana's vaginal opening still swollen and tender from last month's labiaplasty. "All these surgeries...making your pussy even tighter, hm? Practically virginal again."  

"Shut. Up." Lana’s back arched as those fingers crooked against her front wall, the motion making her heels scuttle against the hardwood like a spooked show pony. "Just...nngh...had it sculpted for maximum cock hug, okay? Like the...the brochure said!"  

Clara’s chuckle vibrated against her nipple. "Better hug this then."  

The hand retreated from her cunt, leaving Lana whimpering at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, Clara’s sweatpants hit the floor with a _thwap_.  

Lana's enhanced lips formed a perfect O.  

It was..._obscene_. Thicker than her wrist, veiny in a way that made her revised vaginal canal clench in anticipation. The mushroom head glistened with pre-come, flushed a deep angry red that contrasted with Clara's olive complexion. She could already imagine the stretch—the ruthless invasion—the way her reshaped pussy lips would cling to that monstrous girth...  

"W-what's the..." She swallowed hard, throat clicking. "...the new stats?"  

Clara stroked herself lazily, foreskin gliding over the swollen crown. "Ten and a quarter inches rock hard. Two and three-eighths circumference." A wolfish grin. "Think your little renovation project can handle it?"  

Lana dropped to her knees so fast her breast implants audibly sloshed. Up close, the musky scent was overwhelming—pure futa testosterone mixed with the salt tang of sweat. She nuzzled the throbbing shaft, DSLs leaving glossy streaks on the velvety skin.  

"Mouth first," she breathed, swirling her tongue around the leaking slit. The bitter pre-come flooded her senses. "Gotta...ah...break it in gradual-like."  

"Such a good little cocksleeve." Clara's hand fisted in her platinum waves. "Let's see if your new teeth can keep up."  

The first thrust punched past her pillowy lips, stretching them into a comical pucker around the girth. Lana's eyes watered immediately, her jaw held open by sheer cock diameter as her trachea protested the intrusion. Clara didn't hesitate—just buried her entire length in one brutal slide until Lana's glossy nose pressed into coarse pubic hair.  

"Squeeze your tits," Clara demanded, voice gone gravel rough. "I want to paint those implants."  

Gagging audibly, Lana mashed her monumental breasts together around the base of the shaft. The obscene _schlik_ of saliva-drenched cock pistoning between silicone echoed through the condo. Clara set a ruthless pace, each withdrawal giving Lana half a second to gasp before being throat-fucked anew.  

"That's it...vocal cords vibrating like a proper little fleshlight..." Clara's thighs trembled as she approached her peak. Lana could feel the balls tightening against her chin, the shaft swelling even thicker. "Gonna pump this bimbo throat full. Take every drop or you get the anal treatment next."  

The threat made Lana's cunt drool around empty air. She hollowed her cheeks, hollow-eyed and mascara-streaked, as the first hot jet hit the back of her throat. Clara roared something unintelligible, hips stuttering as she painted her daughter's rebuilt esophagus white. Lana milked her through the orgasm with frantic swallows, adam's apple bobbing comically.  

When Clara finally pulled out, softening cock making a wet _pop_ as it exited Lana's bruised lips, the bimbo slumped back on her heels with a dazed giggle. "Fuck me...your swimmers must be triathletes..."  

Clara hauled her up by the armpits, ignoring Lana's yelp as she manhandled her towards the glass breakfast bar. "Time to see if your vaginal sculpting was worth the eighteen grand."  

The cold marble against Lana's back made her shriek, her thighs automatically spreading as Clara lifted her knees to shoulder height. The angle exposed her freshly waxed pussy in all its surgical glory—puffy outer lips stitched into a perfect heart shape, inner labia removed entirely for that smooth Barbie-doll slit.  

"Look at this..." Clara's calloused thumb spread her open, revealing the glistening pink interior. "Like a goddamn geisha. How many inches can this silicone sock actually take?"  

"Just...hurry up and wreck it, old lady!" Lana dug her heels into Clara's back, nearly toppling a fruit bowl.  

The crown notched against her entrance, stretching the tight hole obscenely wide. Clara leaned down to capture a nipple between her teeth, biting down just as she slammed home.  

The scream Lana unleashed probably violated local noise ordinances.  

"_That's_ my girl." Clara set a brutal pace, hips snapping like a jackhammer. "Bet your sissy ex-boyfriends never filled you like this."  

"Nuh...nuh...nobody!" Lana clawed at her own breasts, leaving red welts on the augmented flesh. Each thrust rearranged her insides, the monstrous cockhead battering her remodeled cervix. "Fuck...fuck...it's hitting my...my fucking tonsils!"  

Clara's laughter sounded unhinged. "Should've sprung for the industrial-strength uterus upgrade."  

The orgasm hit Lana like a wrecking ball—her back arched clear off the marble, high-pitched keening bouncing off the floor-to-ceiling windows as her cunt convulsed around the invader. Clara followed seconds later, balls slapping against Lana's stretched asshole as she spewed load after load into the clenching channel.  

They stayed locked together for a full minute, Clara's cock twitching rhythmically as she milked out the last dregs of her climax. Lana's modified pussy kept up a steady drip onto the marble, her platinum wig askew and eyelash glue melting in the sweat.  

"Round...round two..." she slurred, legs still trembling. "Backdoor special..."  

Clara's grin was all teeth. "You sure that collagen asshole can handle it?"  

Lana responded by rolling onto all fours, heart-shaped ass jiggling as she presented her bleached rosebud. "Only one way to—MPH!"  

The spit-slicked cockhead breached her before she could finish, tearing a ragged scream from her Botoxed throat. Clara fucked her like a woman possessed, each thrust layering new agony and ecstasy across Lana's reshaped body. Somewhere past the pain threshold, the pleasure bloomed nuclear-hot—her silicone-enhanced form finally living up to its designed purpose as a living sex toy.  

Hours later

A futa mom returns home to find her recently enhanced daughter, now a busty and suggestible bimbo, ready to test out her latest improvements. Their forbidden desire leads to explicit taboo sex.

The mother uses her massive cock to introduce her daughter to a wild and rough session,

with merciless oral,

 anal sex.

Bimbo Desires Meet Futa Passion's Grip

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