Turning My Niece Into A Busty Bimbo

by Amber FoxxFire

Book Cover: Turning My Niece Into A Busty Bimbo

My shy, timid, 18-year-old niece, Evelyn, was staying over for the weekend.

"Look at me, Uncle Henry..." She motioned to her flat, dainty chest and sighed heavily. "I'm hopeless. I'll never find a guy."

"That's not true, honey." I reassured her. "There are plenty of guys who like small breasts."

"Yeah, but I want big breasts. For me." She laid back on the sofa, her ruby-red hair falling around her soft, feminine face, her wine-colored eyes staring up at the ceiling.

I watched Evelyn for several moments before an idea struck me. Leaving my poor niece to her whims, I jumped on the dark web, called up a few websites that I'd previously browsed and ordered.

"It'll be here in an hour." I said triumphantly, strutting back into the living room.

Evelyn blinked three times, then swung her long, sexy legs off the sofa.

"What'll be here in an hour? Pizza?" Her eyes lit up and I swear I could see her starting to drool.

"No, silly!" I laughed. "Your bimbo pill."

Excerpt:

My shy, timid, 18-year-old niece, Evelyn, was staying over for the weekend.

"Look at me, Uncle Henry..." She motioned to her flat, dainty chest and sighed heavily. "I'm hopeless. I'll never find a guy."

"That's not true, honey." I reassured her. "There are plenty of guys who like small breasts."

"Yeah, but I want big breasts. For me." She laid back on the sofa, her ruby-red hair falling around her soft, feminine face, her wine-colored eyes staring up at the ceiling.

I watched Evelyn for several moments before an idea struck me. Leaving my poor niece to her whims, I jumped on the dark web, called up a few websites that I'd previously browsed and ordered.

"It'll be here in an hour." I said triumphantly, strutting back into the living room.

Evelyn blinked three times, then swung her long, sexy legs off the sofa.

"What'll be here in an hour? Pizza?" Her eyes lit up and I swear I could see her starting to drool.

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"No, silly!" I laughed. "Your bimbo pill."

"My what?" She deadpanned and stared at me like I'd lost my freakin' mind.

"Your bimbo pill. You know. You said you've always wanted bigger breasts. Now's your chance. Just don't tell your mom where you got them, she'd kill me."

What I didn't tell her was that along with extra large, firm breasts, they'd lower her IQ.

A lot.

Other side effects were increased fertility, ramped up libido and a very pliable mind.

"You're kidding. Right?" A sly smile crept over her face, her wine-colored eyes just beginning to twinkle.

"I mean, I can order pizza if you'd rather have that..."

COLLAPSE

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