Serving the Superior: Awe-Inspiring Expansion

Who is the Superior? And how did I become her inflated toy? It started off with a simple message and expanded from there.

Sweet as Honey

To explore the Second Life bimbo experience more fully, I have been “planting seeds” all over the grid. Sometimes these are the result of intentional planning. Other times, opportunities come to me. I just have to be open to them. This particular experience was unplanned.

One of the most rewarding aspects of this blog has been hearing from people who enjoy my work. Some of you, I’ve known of for a while on social media. Some I have come across in-world. I met a lot of bimbos during my hostess era at The Champagne Lounge. The other day, one of those bimbos reached out to tell me how much she enjoyed Bimbo Luxe.

I’ve been aware of Honey for years. I’m pretty sure we met at the Lounge. I have definitely seen her pictures on Flickr. She’s in with the Sibilla bimbo crowd. I have run into her there as well. We got to talking about shared interests. As an accomplished domme, she had a lot of good advice for a relative novice like me.

Honey’s story is hers to tell where and when she chooses to do so. I always want to be sensitive to the privacy of others. I will only disclose events in which I was a direct participant. Although she is known for being dominant, Honey told me there was one she-bull for whom she was submissive. She asked if I was interested in meeting the Divine Queen.

This is where openness and exploration come into play. I couldn’t think of a better way to document the bimbo experience than spending time with Honey. She’s far more integrated into the community than I am. Who am I to say “no” to such an offer? For that matter, who am I to say “no” to cock? Much less superior queen dick.

Instant Expansion

Honey told me to wear my Umino boobs. The Superior Queen was into expansion. In virtual reality, all I have to do is replace my outfit. The changes happen all at once. The joys and splendors of Second Life! Everything is easy in the digital world. In an instant, with the click of my mouse, everything about my appearance was altered.

I’m not sure if everyone is as connected to their avatar as I am. People interact with Second Life in different ways. When I make changes to my virtual self, I feel different. It’s hard to explain. On a conscious level, I am aware that the changes are virtual. But I can imagine the redistribution of my body weight.

Increased mass. My tits hanging heavily from my chest.

The way I move. The way I think. It’s all subtly different.

The Superior

Honey teleported me into a bedroom. I can’t remember now if it was her place or the Queen’s. Things happened very quickly. Honey observed that I was bigger on top than even the Divine Queen herself. Overall, the Superior was larger than me. But more proportional. Most of my weight was in my chest. My Umino boobs were barely contained within my straining top. My ass was large,but not compared to the Queen’s.

Honey led the way. She began servicing the Superior. She called her Momma. I followed suit. We took turns gratifying the Momma as she saw fit. Rotating us back and forth. Filling our holes with cock. We were happily used. Interchangeable bimbos doing what bimbos do best. Worshiping duck.

I don’t know how long we were together. Honey and I double-teaming the divine. Eventually, Honey said it was late. She had to get to bed. The Queen excused her. I assumed full responsibility. Taking on the undivided attention of my superior. She had plans for me. Told me I would be her trophy bimbo from now on. I eagerly fulfilled my duties.

The Divine Queen looked deeply into my eyes. I realized with fear and excitement that she could see through me. She was a hypnotist as well as a domme. I have always been susceptible to suggestion. I am clay in the hands of a hypnotist. Easily reshaped and remolded. My mind faded away as the Divine held me in her gaze.

I was nothing. A decoration. A trophy. Superior would show me off to her friends. I could not object. How could I? I could not think. Trophies obey. Trophies are seen and enjoyed. Used. Trophies cannot care for themselves. Lacey was not a person. Lacey was a trophy.

The Superior’s Trophy

Once Divine had satisfied her carnal needs, she examined her new plaything. The bimbo pleased her queen but there was room for improvement. Superior knew what was needed. She produced a long syringe filled with green fluid. A prick in each tit filled them out more fully than before.

Then the real work. Bimbo’s ass was entirely too small. Superior reached for a larger syringe and plunged it deeply into the trophy’s ass. Watching in glee as it widened and expanded. Doubling in size as the bimbo stared on dumbly.

“Do you like your new ass,” The Queen giggled.

The mindless slut nodded. Divine Superior wondered if the stupid cunt knew what was happening to her.

Bimbo was aware. Unable to impact the changes. Like any trophy, it accepted the will of its superior. Growing and changing. Accepting unconditionally this new body. Its new role.

“Looks kind of pointy,” mused the Queen as she observed her work. She plunged another syringe into the bimbo’s fat ass. Giggling with glee as her cheeks grew rounder and rounder. Almost matching the giant tits that had grown on the trophy’s chest. To many, this slut would appear freakinsh. But it pleased the Queen.

Enthused, the Superior initiated another round of play with her latest acquisition.

Fallout and the Future

The next morning, I changed out of my expanded avatar into my more traditional appearance. My mind cleared, but the memories remained. The sheer ecstasy of service. Feeling my body betray me. Morphed by a cocktail of chemicals I could not consent to. Mind wiped and erased until I was only an object.

For now, I was myself again. I went about my business. Taking pictures. Sowing seeds for future exploration. In time, the Divine will call upon her trophy. When she does, her trophy will be unable to resist. The Superior commands it.