CW: Bimbofication, 1st person (Transfem Bimbomb, she/her)

You’re awoken by an embrace who's entire existence juxtaposes itself, a touch so overwhelmingly warm from such a cold, solid hand, making you shiver yet melt beneath it as it runs down your arm. You open your eyes, greeted by the most beautifully artificial gaze. Your bimbomb lover simply smiles, painted-on eyes locked to yours in a moment of silent bliss, a moment which seems to last forever. Her hand continues to glide across your body as you instinctively break eye contact to look down. Metal hands lock as her fingers curl around yours, her other hand now holding your face ever so gently as she pulls you back to look at her.

Thwap, thwap, thwap.
The sound of your tail-fuse hitting against the bedsheets breaks through the silence, your partner giggling slightly before pulling you into a kiss.
The taste of gunpowder and joy slips through your lips as your mind races, trying your absolute hardest to keep your head from sparking up for just one more second. As much as you love losing your thoughts in favour of nothing but pleasure, you want to be as aware as you possibly can be for this, even if just for a moment longer.

Her tongue pushes into your mouth and you give up, the fuse atop your head burning bright, a visible timer to you fully losing yourself to your love. Your partner takes notice of this, her hands moving to cup your breasts and the growing bulge in your underwear, holding them so gently, so carefully.

Halfway there.
The sparks creeping their way down your fuse send shivers throughout your body, shuddering in anticipation and impatience. While you aren’t able to see the fuse yourself, it’s almost like a clock ticking away in your brain. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Boom.

Jolts of pleasure rush to every inch of your metal body as you explode, gunpowder igniting inside of your stomach as each part of you lights into flame. You feel your breasts burst through your bra, tearing it apart as they grow bigger, so much bigger, way too big for your girlfriend’s hand that had been previously able to cup a single breast relatively easily.

Your underwear rips into shreds, a sensation you’ve gotten all too used to at this point, as your ass spills out and your girldick throbs to more than twice it’s original size. Ropes of precum shoot out, coating the hand that had been waiting in anticipation. She moves it back in shock, before wrapping her fingers around it and playing with it ever so gently, knowing exactly how to get you to purr as you drip and ooze for her.

A thick pink fog clouds your brain, thoughts melting away into nothing. There’s no more worry, no more feelings of inadequacy or doubt. All you can think about now is pure joy. You feel, like, so incredibly giddy, giggling a little through your plump lips as you stare at the love of your life. Her smile causes you to shoot another thick rope of pre, the knowledge of how much your blissed-out form pleases her being almost too much for your empty mind to handle. You want nothing more than to make her happy, her personal bimbomb plaything. So brainless and beautiful, bursting just for her.

The only thing you’re thinking about, all you’re even capable of thinking about anymore, is your love for her, and it’s a thought you treasure so incredibly dearly, even in this empty-headed state of mind. You love her so, so much, and the one thing you know anymore is just how much she loves you. Just how much she loves your swelling body, your empty head, the way you melt beneath her touch and the way you leak for her.

She is your everything, and you are hers.