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Breast Expansion, Transformation, Growth, Bimbofication, Mind Break, Breeding, Interracial, Jihad
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The story, all names, characters, and sexual incidents portrayed in this production are purely fictitious and above the age of eighteen. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Rated X, reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 2: Learning
A couple weeks after Abdullah changed the rules for her, Ibrahim, like his father, often stole looks at her breasts. She assumed it was because her nipples were poking out regularly. Her clothing simply wasn’t thick enough to push them down.
She had just enough money for a new bra, but her breasts seemed to still be growing bit by bit. She had gone from a B to a D in just a couple months after moving in. Abdullah assured her that this was normal for a woman her age, and that she may have to wait a bit longer before they stop growing. Money was tight, he said, and the law didn’t require women to wear bras.
He did, however, get her some new tops that he said would continue to fit her as she grew into a proper woman. The women from his mosque generously made them for her; they were made from an exotic, silky fabric that she could tie up and around her breasts. It was adjustable, which was great for her expanding figure, but it left a lot of exposed skin on her back and midriff. Abdullah assured her that he and his sons were good, decent men who would treat her as she deserved to be treated.
In fact, she liked that her exposed back seemed to invite more touches from Abdullah and from Ibrahim, who seemed to enjoy touching the small of her back when they addressed her. She wanted to go to the mosque and thank the women that made these for her, but Abdullah told her that she wasn’t allowed inside the mosque as a non-Muslim woman.
The only downside of this new gift was that the fabric and the color of these tops really accentuated her nipples, which sat perky and high on her breasts. Because of her change in size, Rosalie attracted a lot of looks from other men whenever she left the house. When she walked down the street to the market, these men wouldn’t hesitate to stare at her jiggling, bouncing breasts or her rolling hips. The staring and the cat calls used to gross her out when she was younger, but Rosalie now felt her nipples perk up in response to their stares. She had no control over it. It would have worried her, but it felt… right.
She remembered that before Abdullah took her in, her nipples would only get tingly and pokey when she was cold or when she was horny. Now, it seemed to start happening when Abdullah brushed against her or when he sat close to her. She assumed that this was a natural response to the fatherly kindness he showed her, after he comforted her about her weight gain, changed the house rules for her, and told her that it was natural to enjoy her new body. She thought it was just because he made her feel safe and comfortable. Then, it started happening all the time, with all men.
When men on the street or at the market looked at her, she used to ignore it. But then she started to show off a little. Maybe she’d push out her chest with her arms, or she’d bend over a little to show off the curves of her waist. The cashier always gave her a little discount. She felt good, knowing that she allowed her new family to save a little extra money, and she liked knowing that she made a man feel a little happier.
However, she nervously realized that it also happened, and it felt extra good, when Ibrahim or Abdullah seemed to admire her developing body. Except, with them, she’d feel her pussy tighten a little too. Despite Abdullah’s and Ibrahim’s willing acceptance of her necessary change in clothes, she worried that she was tempting them too much. Abdullah assured her that this wasn’t the case, but she had trouble believing him because of how she felt.
When Abdullah or Ibrahim were near, she’d feel very relaxed and her body would start to get very warm. She’d get giggly, and she felt like she just couldn’t think as fast. She found herself staring at their beards, which Ibrahim was developing quite nicely, and their broad shoulders. Abdullah and Ibrahim also relaxed their dress code around her, and sometimes wore short sleeved shirts, which showed off strong, hairy arms. They both looked so masculine to her. They were two good-looking Arab men, and she enjoyed when they showed her any attention.
She also loved it when the attention escalated. Rosalie’s ass and breasts continued to grow, and the men in her new household continued to notice. Both Ibrahim and Abdullah would give her small pats on the ass whenever she walked by in her shortening skirts or when they wanted her attention. They both referred to her as a good girl, even though she was older than Ibrahim! He started ordering her around more with housework, just like his father. Abdullah canlı bahis said Ibrahim was adjusting well to a man’s position in the community and in the family. Ibrahim really was starting to look and feel like a man, Rosalie noticed.
Their masculinity made her feel so comfortable, like they would protect her. She started becoming more tender with them as a result. She’d run her hands over their arms or through their hair, and she’d give them hugs when they came home from work or mosque. She especially liked feeling their scratchy, yet soft, beards. In response, they started getting more comfortable with her. They’d ask her to sit in their lap sometimes when they lounged or they’d pull her onto them when they teased her, which always felt so comfortable. The light pats on the ass started turning into little squeezes. First just when she hugged them, and then whenever they felt like it.
They’d touch the curve of her waist too, and Abdullah especially liked running his thumb over her lips. Sometimes she sucked on his finger a little bit when he did this. It always made him smile. He told her that they were getting bigger and softer. They were lips that all good girls should have.
“Abi, what else makes a good girl?” Abdullah had really cemented himself as a leader for Rosalie, who thought that he gave the best advice. He was a family man, she thought, and she wanted to be a family woman.
“I’m pleased that you’ve decided to ask me, sweet girl. Why don’t you sit with me and I’ll tell you.”
He was lounging on the couch, and Rosalie crawled into his lap and leaned against him. Rosalie wasn’t that small, but Abdullah was big enough to wrap his arms around her.
“In Syria, we had many ideas of what made a good girl. These things, of course, differ across culture. My tribe, as well as many others, believed a good girl always dedicated herself to the family.”
Rosalie nodded. His hands moved lightly across her body while he spoke. Not in a sexual way, but in a calming, caressing way. She felt his fingers move up and around her soft, flat stomach, to the insides of her thighs, back up around her torso, circling her breasts, around her neck, around her lips, along her jawline, through her hair. His touch, along with his scent and his voice, was absolutely hypnotizing, and soon all she could think about was Abdullah and his words.
He continued on. “Many tribes and cultures around the world believe that dedication to the family has many forms. But we do not. We have a strict code for girls, which is of course defined by Allah and by the men, because the men know better than the women. First, we believe that a good, family girl is pious. Piety means that she serves Allah. She serves Allah by serving and pleasing the men of her community and, most importantly, the men of her home. To please the men, a good, family girl must first be pretty for the men to look at, yes?”
She immediately perked up when she heard that he asked her a question. “Yes, Abi… Am I pretty enough for you and your sons?”
He laughed and gently tweaked her nipples, which caused her to involuntarily let out a slight moan. “Yes, sweet girl. You are exactly the kind of woman I hoped to find for my family when I moved to America from Syria.”
“I am?” She looked up at him with big hopeful eyes. She could feel her mind weakly disengaging from her body’s desires. He hoped to find a woman here? She thought he and his family moved here to escape a war, leaving his wife behind…
Surprisingly, he answered her unspoken question. “I did not leave Syria to escape war, like I told the government. Most of us Muslim men left our homelands for Europe and the United States because Allah called us to do something more noble: be family men. Family men guide women to be family women under Allah. Do you know the second thing that a good girl does to serve her men?”
Rosalie shook her head.
“Good girls care for their men. They nurture them and make them feel good. They feed them, too.”
“Oh Abi, I haven’t been making food for you!”
“Darling girl, you can. If you let me take care of you and guide you to be a good girl, you will soon be able to feed me and my sons. Would you like that? Would you like me to guide you to be a good, family girl?”
Rosalie squealed and giggled. Nothing would make her happier than to please Abdullah and his sons like a good girl should, and she told him as much.
“Excellent.”
She loved gaining his approval, and remembering his touch, her body desperately wanted him to tweak her nipples again. She leaned against him and pushed her chest out further, hoping to get his attention.
It worked. He laughed and his hands cupped her breasts through her shirt. “You like it when I touch your breasts?”
“Yes, Abi.”
“See? You’re already such a good girl, because I like grabbing a beautiful girl’s tits. All men do. And see these cute, pokey nipples?”
She nodded, and he gently pinched them in bahis siteleri response.
“I especially like a girl’s nipples. That’s why your clothes should always allow your nipples to poke out.”
She giggled writhed under his touch. She loved how many times he told her that she was a good girl. It made her feel so warm, so feminine.
“Rosalie, you used to be so sad about your growing titties. How do you feel about them now?”
“Do you like them, Abi?”
“Good girl, that’s the right answer. Your Abi decides if your body is womanly enough. I like your titties enough, but now, I’d like them a little bigger, sweet girl. What do you think?”
“I’d love bigger titties, Abi!”
“I’m so happy to hear that, baby. If you get bigger titties, you’ll finally be able to feed my sons and me. Wouldn’t that be so great? I can help you get bigger titties.” He stroked her hair and continued to grope her breasts. Wriggling in his lap, Rosalie was lost in bliss. She sucked on his finger, which made Abdullah start to squirm a bit too. She had no idea when her breasts became so needy and sensitive, but she was just so glad that Abdullah was there to make them feel better.
She didn’t quite understand why she would need bigger tits to cook for Abdullah and his family, but she didn’t feel like asking questions. In fact, Abdullah’s delicious scent, and the sensation of large hands on her tits, made her never want to question anything that he did.
Despite this, she just had to ask him, “Abi, why does this feel so good? Aren’t you not allowed to touch a woman you’re not married to?”
“It feels good because you’re a good girl. Remember I said that I liked touching a good girl’s big titties?” She nodded, still lost in the bliss of his groping and pinching. “And, as titties on a young woman grow, like they’re supposed to, they get more sensitive. You like having your titties stared at and touched, because they’re meant to be shown off and touched. The sensitivity is a gift from Allah. He didn’t have to make girls enjoy men’s touch, but he gifted Muslim men with the recipe for delicious milk that allows good girls like you to enjoy their bodies. This empower you girls to obey the men and do what they are meant to do with their delightful bodies. Do you know what good, family girls do?”
“Oh! I know!” she giggled. “Good girls are meant to look very pretty and soft, and they’re meant to nurture the men, right?”
“Right.” He whispered in her ear and gave it a slight nibble, which sent her over the edge. She loved when Abdullah said she was right.
“They’re also meant to have children for the men. You see, I am not allowed to touch a Muslim woman if I’m not married to her, but Muslim men can touch any non-Muslim women they like.”
“They can?” Although her brain was getting foggier and foggier, this didn’t make much sense.
“Of course they can. How else are they supposed to colonize the world with more Muslim men and spread Islam? Allah commands all Muslim men to guide the women of the earth to be good family women. That’s why he gave us the special ability to make that delicious almond milk you love so much.” He laughed a bit and rubbed his finger over her recently plumped lips again. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked on it a bit, until she had another question.
“Abi, if a good family girl is supposed to have babies, well, how could they have babies if they weren’t married?”
He laughed. “Sweet girl, good girls don’t have to be married to be good girls. And besides, you’re not a Muslim woman, which means I can touch you, if you want me to, and we don’t have to worry, right?”
“Right.” She confidently nodded and relaxed more into his arms. “So, this is the right thing to do? Letting you touch my titties?”
“Does it feel good?” She nodded. “Then Allah would not have made it wrong. You are a good girl, and as a good Muslim man, it is my right to look at you. It is also my right to touch you,” he growled into her ear. She squealed and leaned back into him, pushing her tits out and feeling the rest of her body tingle with excitement. After a while, Abdullah dismissed her to bed with a freshly poured glass of almond milk. She gulped it down, after thanking Allah, and spent the rest of the night fondling her growing tits and tingly, rock-hard nipples.
After that night, Abdullah exclusively referred to her growing breasts as her “titties.” Rosalie giggled and blushed, it sounded so obscene! But Abdullah was right, she thought. He told her that “breasts” felt so old, and she was so bouncy and young. She had big titties, not breasts. She noticed that Abdullah’s younger sons started to warm up to her more, which made her so happy. Sometimes they’d paw at her shirt, but little boys can be ridiculous at times.
Her nipples also never seemed to go down after that night. Abdullah told her that her nipples were doing as they should. Men should be able to see her nipples, he explained. They liked seeing bahis şirketleri her nipples atop her bouncy tits, and it showed the Muslim men of the neighborhood what a good girl she was being for Abdullah and his family. It was important to be a leader in the community, he said. Many Muslim men, who came here to follow Allah’s mission to be family men and guide women to be family women under Allah, were nervous about getting their mission started. Abdullah told her that her gorgeous titties and her soft round ass would help them feel more confident. Soon, he said, she would be able to come to Mosque.
She was so excited at this prospect. “But I thought you said it was only for Muslims?”
“It is, but it is also for the women who obey their men and serve them properly. Remember, they’re also supposed to serve the community. If you serve me well, you may also be allowed to serve the Muslim community in such a way. Then, you can come to Mosque.”
She bounced up and down and held his hand. He was such a generous man to bring her into the community like that. He smirked at her bouncing tits.
Just like her tits, Rosalie’s ass and hips kept growing too. She barely noticed the shortening skirt, because Abdullah and Ibrahim seemed to like it just fine and she enjoyed the pats and stares it invited. However, she was outgrowing another article of clothing that she had forgotten about: her panties. They used to be comfortable, if not a bit matronly. But now, it became harder and harder for her to walk around town without significant chafing in between her ass cheeks and around her delicate pussy.
Her pussy was undergoing its own changes, as well. She noticed that she had been losing hair in that area, and her pussy was almost totally bare. Although it took her a while to warm up to her growing tits and ass, Rosalie was immediately thrilled about this unexpected change. She hated shaving, and her bare pussy made her feel feminine and pretty. She often spent a lot of time in her bedroom touching the soft skin of her pussy lips. The bareness exposed another new feature: her little clit, once difficult to find, was prominently uncovered among her folds. More often than not, it was swollen and red from all the attention that her tight panties would give it when she walked around. Rosalie found herself getting wet from simply walking, especially when she could tell that the men were staring at her jiggly breasts and pert nipples too.
Regardless of how much she liked the extra attention, it was uncomfortable to walk in wet panties that chafed and dug into her soft, puffy pussy and her fat ass. Abdullah noticed that she was walking strangely, and he asked her why she looked uncomfortable. She told him honestly, “Abi, my panties are getting too small, and they bunch up near my…”
“Near your pussy and your asshole? Let me see.”
Hearing him say those words made her blush, but she nodded and leaned over the table so he could get a look. She thought that he just wanted to see that they were actually too small, so she was a little shocked when she felt his hand lift up her already-short skirt even further. He delicately touched her around the seams, and he gave the straining fabric a few tugs. Then, he placed his finger right on her inflamed pussy, and he slid it all the way up her ass crack. She should have been embarrassed. Could he feel how wet she was? She gasped and let a little moan escape. How immodest of her. But a larger part of her felt very comfortable with his touch in so private an area. After all, she was certain that he just wanted to make sure she was comfortable.
“These simply will not do. Do not worry. I will buy you some new panties. No girl of mine shall be walking around in undergarments that unflatter her in such a way.”
Unflatter her? Rosalie assumed he was just mixing up his words. He must have meant “hurt her,” right? Nevertheless, she was grateful that he could see the problem. She stood back up straight and turned to face him.
“Oh, thank you so much Abi! Are you sure you can afford them?”
“Without issue, my darling girl. You deserve the best.”
Abdullah left for the store the next day, and he came back with a bag of new panties for her. She was elated, until she opened it up. The panties were hardly panties at all—they were more similar to dental floss!
She had only seen such barely-there panties on porn stars. She felt terrible, but she just had to tell Abdullah that these were too small.
When she walked down the stairs, Abdullah looked thrilled. “Ah! My sweet girl, do you like the panties?”
Before she could answer, he continued, “I didn’t know which type to get, so the women at the mosque graciously sewed me some for you. They assured me that these panties would fit perfectly and be much more comfortable for you. They are made with the best fabric, yes?”
Rosalie just couldn’t bring herself to let him down. In fact, his happiness was very important to her. So, she lied a little. “Yes, Abi, I love them. They are perfect for me.” When it came out of her mouth, she realized that it wasn’t as much of a lie as she originally expected. She thought they may look ridiculous, but he seemed excited.
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