I hope our writefriend doesn't mind me using the end of this story to start another one.
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>If only things would actually be that simple.
>Trixie's thoughts turn to Celestia's weekend email she skimmed as she goes about the herculean task that is securing the blue overcoat around her massive bare mounds.
"Trixie can't believe that her school expects her to dress like a bimbo."
>Trixie rants while still jerking and pulling on on the coat's fabric, the totally-not-a-bimbo's attempts to force it beyond its limit and cover her tits seem to be working, much to the discomfort of her squished up sizable ass.
"Well, Tit- Trixie! Trixie is too smart for dear old principle slut! She won't be forced to show off underboob like some bimbo! By wearing nothing, not even her stockings, underneath this coat Trixie guarantees that it won't be taken away! For even with how far into sin the school has fallen there is no way it is acceptable for a student to stroll in the buff like some mega bimbo! Trixie wins, Celestia! Ah ha!"
>Her laugh of victory was not simply for, seemingly, finding a loop hole in Celestia's new bimbo pushing regulations but in finally securing the coat around her engorged fun bags at the same time.
>Unbeknownst to her however, the twin peaks that swing and bounce upon her chest require so much material in their coverage that the back is pulled nice and taut revealing to anyone who cares to glance her rear's way its perfect outline. Uninterrupted by any type of clothing underneath it shows off her disregard for even any undergarments. Some of it is even caught up between the valley of her plentiful ass cheeks complementing the arousing effect.
>As for her plan, unfortunately for our not-so-little magician she did not consider in her hubris that only skimming the new dress code could lead to her downfall. For it is indeed perfectly acceptable for a student to now be a "mega bimbo" and walk around as naked as the day they were born.
 
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>Trixie is greeted in her departure from her secluded room by the clanking of pans and the singsong cadence of her mother's voice from the kitchen.
>"Like, good morning honey!"
>Suppressing the urge to to sigh in exasperation our bimbo in denial responds in kind, though less enthusiastically.
"Morning mom."
>The noises of clanging dishes and sizzling food that fill their small home's kitchen is soon joined by the clacking of Trixie's purple heels against the checkered linoleum floor.
>Shooting up from her bent over position digging through her pans and sheets hearing the unmistakable heels of her top heavy daughter Trixie's mom turns to greet her daughter with a smile.
>"How's my perfect little bimbo doing this morning?"
>Trixie, however, doesn't return the smile as her gaze falls upon the bimbo that stands before her.
>Indeed, despite never having been touched by the curse infesting the school like a pandemic the bodacious magician's mother is the spitting image of an old bimbo.
>The first feature her eyes are drawn to, against her will of course, are the obviously silicone tits that jut out from her chest, covered only by the thin pink cropped top she chooses to clad herself with at home.
>Of course it shows off plenty of underboob, like any self respecting bimbo does when she can.
>If not for the magically natural tits that is granted to the staff and students of CHS her fake mams would be in the running for largest in town.
>Unfortunately this meager cloth does little to hide the indent of her nipples that point oddly up straight at our towering coat clad girl's face.
>Furrowing her brow and meeting the smile with a scowl her eyes jerk up to the deeply tanned brown face of her mother, the years spend inside the booth already showing their wear on it through early wrinkles.
"Trixie is not a bimbo like you mom! She is a self respecting woman!"
>This just earns herself a tut from the older woman before she turns to attend to the cooking food.
 
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>"You'll accept your curvy body for what it is at your own pace, like I did."
>Trixie only grumbled in response too softly for her to hear as she turns and begins to take steps out of the kitchen.
"More like made your body what it is."
>"Now, how about we talk about getting some fat sausages in you."
>Driven by her disgust, Trixie spins around on her heels to give her mother a nasty harsh look that instantly softens when she sees she's holding a pan full of plump sausages that she'd been cooking for breakfast.
>The tremors and jiggles from the quick spin, however, don't melt away as fast as her look. Each enticing part of her body stays in motion, especially the two on her chest.
>Seeing exactly what happened the blond bimbo could not help but let out giggle.
>"Not what I meant sweetie, I know you're on a diet but you have to eat something in the morning and, like, your shape is in all the right places anyway."
"Trixie's shape is why-"
>Interrupted by her mother adding one more statement with a cheeky grin, Trixie could only let her thought hang.
>"Though, you could use some nice cock too, you've been so stressed and angry since you started being friends with that Slutset girl."
>Her inarticulate scream of frustration fills the entire house for a split second before the red faced bimbo entertainer can find the will to speak.
"Mom! For the fifth time, her name is Sunset not Slutset!"
>"Sorry! Like, you know I'm such an air head and bad with names."
>A grin begins to creep across her face and Trxie's begin to widen as the realization that she left something unaddressed reaches their floating bimbo brains leading to another outburst.
"Trixie doesn't need cock! She isn't a bimbo who needs regular dickings to stay healthy and happy! My emotions are perfectly normal, any other girl would be angry here too! You know what mom? Trixie is just not hungry and doesn't need to miss her bus."
>With heavy steps jiggling each of her massive assets she marches off.
 
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>"Like, make sure to have a fun day at school! Love you!"
>Making sure to shout her farewells to her daughter while giving a head shake as she storms off. Ms. Lulamoon can't help it as her eyes are down down by the attention grabbing bouncing exposed ass that is just waiting for everyone's viewing pleasure. With only half of it given any decency by the pitifully small coat for the job it was given and that decency negated by how tight it is pulled against the half it does "hide", even a mother is forced to stare. Seems like her still growing girl is getting close to no longer fitting inside her favorite coat.
>This sight only secures her idea that her daughter is just a bimbo in denial of her own sexuality and body. She just needs some proper guidance and time to discover herself and finally be happy with it.
>"Kids, what can you do?"
>She asks herself with a shrug as she pops one of the sausages into her mouth using a fork, the warm greasy pillar of meat melting within her mouth earning a shuddering hum of contentment from the blond ditz.
>Quickly, she wolfs down the rest of the tasty sausages with only hums and a single burp.
>"Oh, hehe. Like, I guess Trixie wasn't the only one who needs some sausage today."
>"Mmm."
>An idle thought worms its way into her head and she responds to its, not unwelcome invasion with a hum and rubbing her shapely thighs together.
>Her hand reaches out and grabs for one of two magnetic address books that she keeps on her fridge.
>Completely skipping past the one adorned with pink hearts that holds names paired with phone numbers, most of which are crossed out, she instead grabs the rather plain one that holds phone numbers paired with a number between 4 and 10.
>With a giggle she settles on calling one of the smaller numbers and begins to dial it into her cell phone.
>"I could really use a cock too."
 
>Trixie's embarrassment fueled rush outside grants her with an unexpected experience.
>The deep chill of morning wind licking across her exposed bum and legs breeding goosebumps in their wake. The occasional wisp whipping up between her legs to give her barely hidden pussy a few cold licks as well.
>With a shiver she reaches back to rub some warmth back into her bountiful half naked ass.
>Our curvy magician also realizes, to her annoyance, that with both hands free, she neglected to pick up her pocket book.
>Grimacing at the thought of subjecting herself with her, if well meaning, mother a second time.
"Trixie has to deal with many more bimbos today, she doesn't feel like adding on to that load. Besides with her plan going nothing will happen where she will need anything that isn't in her locker anyway!"
>With a confidence that is ill placed our bimbo illusionist makes her sashaying way through the icy licks of the winds.
>Her hands are near perpetually on her booty rubbing the goosebumps and cold out of the naked plump flesh. Occasionally she bends over to perform the same service to her legs. Providing those in her neighborhood participating in their early morning outdoors routines a good show.
>Growing aware of how this much look like to outside observers she slows down her attempts at warmth leading to intense shivers which just draws attention to her now quivering chest.
>Needing to justify it to herself to take attentions away from her bimbo bags and assure that it is not something a bimbo would do Trixie rants to herself some more.
"It isn't like Trixie is rubbing her massive mams! They are covered and warm, only a bimbo rubs her tits in public! This is no different than when people rub their arms from the cold! Nothing a normal non-bimbo wouldn't do! She is just warming her ass and legs!"
>With her paper thin justification and denial in place she can continue her, futile, rubbing for a more comfortable walk.
 
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>A grunt of frustration escapes her lips however as the walk wears on as the breeze continues to flip up and assault the one place no amount denial or justification will allow warming up, her tight little snatch.
"What Trixie wouldn't do to rub the goosebumps off her poor cunnie, but she can't, rubbing her privates in public is really something only for bimbos!"
>While her trip to the bus's pick up spot for the residential area did take longer than it usually does, thanks to the constant stops, she finds that she is actually exactly on time for the pick-up as it pulls up shortly after arriving.
>Trixie is quite thankful for this, not only can she escape the deep chill of the morning wind sooner but she also gets to avoid the inevitable idle chit chat with the three waiting nerds that live in her neighborhood that likewise ride the bus.
>Without a doubt Trixie knows the only topic of discussion on their minds would be the new dress code and how the horny virgins are looking forward to seeing all those bimbos showing off their chests.
>Catching the hushed whispered name of Celestia from their secretive conversations confirms it for the future entertainer. They were talking about her email and the changes ushered forth by it.
>Having no interest in giving these boys the time of day she rolls her eyes and moves so she is the closest to the doors as to escape the cold as soon as she can.
>Fortunately, for them, rushing to travel up steps is not conducive to her current dress.
 
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>Without thinking Trxie hurries to the open doors and lifts her foot to climb up the elevated bus step taking no care to hold her coat in place.
>This is an action that her single article of clothing has no answer for.
>With nowhere else to go and with no wiggle room the super coat's only path to make room for her deliciously thick thigh's sudden movement is to slide up.
>Slide up it did, taking the chance to free itself from the mighty task of containing half of her gifted bottom its hem now rests along her waist giving the nerds behind her an unrestricted view of her vast ass.
>The bus driver gets an even better show a direct line of sight to her smooth pussy.
>Paralyzed by shock Trixie stayed in that position for a good couple of seconds until what happened finally registered in her brain.
>With an embarrassed shriek she drives one of her hands towards her puffy flower to cover it up and the other one to her backside.
>Not to cover up her great and powerful rump, that would be an action in futility and she cares little who sees it, but to attempt to pull the coat back down over it.
>This turns out to be just as futile of a gesture as with only one hand she lacks the strength to force the fabric to stretch back over her nice ass.
 
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"Stupid coat! Get back over Trixie's bountiful and ample booty so you can cover her precious pussy!"
>That colorful outburst earns her the attention of the other students in the bus who lean over the front seat to get a good look down at the show that was about to be unintentionally put on for them.
>She spends the next few minutes desperately doing everything she can think of to single handedly get her coat back into its proper position over her perfect ass.
>Everything except just opening it up or using both hands of course.
>One of the first things our bimbo-in-denial attempts is jumping up and down, hoping the motion will give her some sense of ease pulling the coat down.
>All this accomplishes however is putting on a titillating display for all of her onlookers as, without the fabric being pulled by her derriere, her pillowy mountains are even more free to bounce around and provide the good show they were made for.
>Having lost herself momentarily to the pleasant feeling of their movements Trixie spends a little too much time on this lost attempt.
>Managing to snap herself out of that embarrassing spell of momentary bimbomania, Trixie wipes the tiny smile that sneaked itself onto her face and attempts to save face with a blatant lie.
"Tit-Trixie! Trixie felt progress!"
>Now avoiding any unnecessary jostling of her breasts like the plague her shuffling, jostling, and bouncing gets all focused onto her rear.
>It seems entertainment is simply in a magician's nature as this too does little else beyond delighting her enraptured rear audience with the mesmerizing motions of a glorious bum being driven by suspiciously twerk-like attempts to pull her coat down.
>All good things must come to an end, however, as the bearded bus driver forces his eyes from the enticing display to his watch and grows aware of how long they have been sitting there.
>"Alright, Trixie. We've all had a fun time here but you're either going to have to get on or get off. I have to get going."
 
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>While her actions are unperturbed by the driver's attempt at an interruption, continuing her totally-not-twerking unabated, much to the delight of her nerdy watchers, her emotions were another matter.
>Quite perturbed at the insinuation that she is having fun she points a finger angrily at the older man.
"Now you listen here! Trixie is most certainly not having fun! She is simply attempting to regain her dignity!"
>Her eyes widen as the gravity of what she just did comes down upon her.
>It wasn't the hand pulling vainly on the coat that she used to point but the one that kept her pretty little cunt hidden from view.
>Now, without her hand in the way and her plump smooth legs spread apart to make bouncing her butt around easier, everyone in the front row of her "unintentional" show got a to see the puffy snatch they missed earlier.
>Instantly her anger turned into embarrassment, and with another shriek and her hand flies back to its assigned post.
>The nerds for their part have long since moved much closer for better views and one has even began to record her delicious still bouncing posterior for posterity.
>The driver just chuckles as he shakes his head before looking her over along with the fun having boys behind her and cannot find the willpower to suppress an eye roll. But he decides to go along with her obvious denial.
>"Alright, alright. You aren't having fun. But I still have a schedule to keep so you're gonna have to get in your assigned seat or you're gonna have to move so they can get on."
>After giving the offending garment one final powerful but futile tug she sighs before slowing her hypnotizing gyrations to a stop.
>Much to the very verbal disappointment of the nerds.
>"Awww."
>She turns to shoot them a death glare in response to that outburst prompting them to take a few steps back in fear.
>Getting off isn't really an option for Trixie. For, while her mother is indeed a softhearted bimbo she still won't take her daughter skipping school lightly.
>And a shiver of disgust runs down the top-heavy not-bimbo's spine as the fact that she probably called a one of her fuck buddies over the moment she left.
"Fine! Trixie guesses that she will get in her superior assigned seat!"
 
>With a deep breath to hide her hesitation she ascends the rest of the steps up into the bus to face her audience. Stopping in front of the path between the seats, unintentionally giving the driver and the nerd behind her climbing the steps nice face full of illusionist side booty.
>Not that they're about to complain.
>The sight of each of each of her fellow students moving out of the center isle gives her a burst of confidence, seeing people make way for the Great and Powerful Trixie will always paint a smirk across the prideful magician's face even in her current state.
>With her hand still tightly clamped over her hidden treasure she confidently, if a little slowly, makes her way through the bus under the ogling eyes of the passengers, the ones that didn't get the chance to see down the stairwell. were particularly eager leaning over as she passed to see her ass jiggle with each step.
>Being in control of the situation and their attentions allows the not-bimbo to relax bit more than she should and as her free hand finds itself on her hip said wide tasty hips unconsciously take on the exaggerated swinging that she normally keeps repressed.
>Her new amorous gait serves to intensify her ass's enticing allure and to provide a little more bounce action up top as well. But not nearly enough to break the self satisfied trance.
>The driver simply doesn't have it in his heart to tell her to speed up, catching every ripple that got sent through her supple young flesh through his round mirror.
>"Being a minute late can't hurt."
>Eventually, Trixie makes her way to the rear seat assigned to her and takes the window side.
>She gives all of her onlookers the same confident smirk still on her face as they continue to stare even after the wondrous donk has left view.
>Now excited hushed whispers erupt among them already building rumors and folktales of that time a student got on the bus bottomless.
 
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>Trixie's mood sours and instantly returns to its usual irritability when one of the perverted nerds, Wiz Kid, according to the paper taped above their seat, takes his place next to the larger girl with nervous sweat profusely dripping from his face.
>There were many compounding reasons for his intense nervousness, but the fact that he is still pitching a pretty noticeable tent from that show while sitting hip to hip with a fat bottomed girl naked from the waist down who refuses to sit anywhere but the middle of the seat was certainly a major contributor.
>The added effect of Trixie being a little too comfortable with her hand keeping her modest thus allowing her legs to be spread further apart than a lady really should simply exacerbates the issue.
>Trixie for her part ignored the boy, at first, but something possessed the him to feel the need to attempt small talk with the irritable exposed not-bimbo.
>"Uh, good morning Trixie. Its a pretty cold one, huh?"
>His cracking sudden voice draws her attention rather instantly and she looks over to him before snapping her attention right back to the front when she notices his hard cock fighting against his pants.
"Trixie doesn't know what you're talking about! She has been perfectly comfortable all morning! You must simply lack her acclimation to it!"
>Hoping to avoid looking back at him and that not-delicious looking tent anymore she harshly shuts down the small talk with another blatant lie.
>Luckily, it was successful and the dejected boy made no further attempts at conversation.
>Unfortunately, one glance is all it takes to know that something is there, and, just as his eyes constantly dart to glance between her legs at the hand that hides his true prize, her eyes do the same at the fabric that hides her true prize.
>Trixie grows uncomfortably hot for some completely unknown reason prompting her to shuffle her hips in attempts to regain comfort but that only serves to make it worse.
 
>With her glances resting upon the pleasant sight of his bulge longer and longer she soon finds herself sweating similarly to the boy and biting her plump bottom lip.
>In more vain attempts to get comfortable the hot magician spreads her legs even wider and flexes the fingers of her hiding hand to allow some air to flow but keep it hidden from view.
>This gave the bowl-cut boy the wrong impression as to an outside observer she appeared to to running her fingers across the sensitive flesh of her lower lips that exist just out of sight.
>This simply gave him more fuel to continue pumping blood to his currently raging hard on and more reason to openly gawk at the scene between her legs.
>Unable to get comfortable either his hips shift with hers, the fabric keeping his rock hard cock only irritating him further.
>Soon, Trixie too abandons her attempts at subtle glaces and begins to gawk at the rod that lies hidden from her as well.
>The pinky on the hand used for coverage twitches in the direction of the nerd's lap.
>It would be so easy to just reach over and undo his fly to fish out that cock and wrap her fingers around its warm length and pump him dry.
>Would be perfectly alright to do with the new regulations, no need to worry about getting in trouble now.
>After he gets the faintest glimpse of one of those deliciously thick labia from a particularly careless finger flex, the horny Wiz moves his head to look up at Trixie's face.
>Catching the movement our mesmerized illusionist breaks her eyes away from it to look toward his head and their eyes lock.
>The heat between them is reaching its boiling point and is ready to burst forth in one outburst of passion.
 
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>It never does reach the boiling point however and never bursts forth in the form of an impassioned handjob.
>Poor Wiz Kid, in his ignorance of what was really happening he distracted the cock starved magician away from his stiff member just a little too soon.
>With her line of sight on his dick broken Trixie's common sense is able to return, partially at least, and she becomes acutely aware of how close she came to losing her self control and acting like some slutty dick crazy bimbo.
>She reacts to this awareness rather uproariously while making it a point to dramatically turn her face away from the boy toward the bus window.
"While Titsie appreciates the complement for her flawless and unrivaled body but she isn't some bimbo who NEEDS see your hard cock the whole trip! Show some common decency for Titsie and cover it up!"
>Her panicked outburst only has the effect of bring the attention of each her fellow passengers back down upon her and Wiz.
>For yet another time this morning our cute airheaded magician realizes all too late that she has slipped up in suppressing her bimbo nature.
>As the red faced Wiz Kid sinks down into the seat mumbling apologizes while covering up his crotch under the gaze of the other students, Trixie unsuccessfully attempts to write off her verbal blunder. More to herself than to any of the people staring at them at this point.
"T-Trixie misspoke! English is an unnecessarily complected language! Its not her fault!"
>She trails off mumbling more excuses as she too sinks down in crimson faced embarrassment, her legs now locked firmly together and her hand returned to being clamped tightly against her pussy.
>The rest of the trip to school for the two continues in awkward silence as they remain in the same ashamed position.
>Trixie had a particularly hard time of it as it did not take long for a dull hip ache to set in. Bimbo bodies like hers were simply not made to keep their legs closed like that.
 
>Gritting her teeth, Trixie continues forcing her way through the ache. Even as it ramps up continuously the longer her legs remain locked together.
>Just as it comes to a head and her willpower starts to crack under the pressure and her legs start to tremble the bus comes to a stop in front of the school.
>Seizing her chance the curvy magician shoots to her feet before anyone else, instantly removing herself from the oppressive ache that plagued her.
>Hit with a wave of relief she moans out involuntarily well loud enough for the entire bus to hear.
>The bus driver responds without missing a beat after seeing the sight of a girl with her hand against her snatch moaning out loud for a whole crowded bus.
>"Someone seems to just be having all kinds of fun this morning."
>This prompts a series of laughter mixed with much more abundant aroused ohs, most of which are from the boys.
>With the sting of her previous embarrassment still fresh the illusionist felt an even greater need to defend herself.
"T-Trixie hasn't been back here rubbing her precious pussy like some bimbo! These absolutely terrible seats were making her alluring and wondrous hips ache! She was simply relieved to finally be free of it!"
"Trixie doesn't need to take this injustice anymore! She can just get out!"
>In a rush to get off the bus and finally fix her coat she pushes herself past the still sitting nerd stepping over his legs inadvertently giving the lucky boy a face full of the jiggly plump flesh of that makes up her nice ass.
>Silently encouraged by the same force that drove him to attempt small talk, the boy can't help but move the hand covering his bulge to the unconcealed glory before him and copping a feel. The soft smooth skin easily giving way to his squeezes.
>The bare bottomed girl jumps with a surprised squeak at the sudden unexpected contact and looses her footing, falling backward directly onto his lap pushing his pitched tent up between the valley of her ample booty.
 
>For the first time this morning Trixie is actually speechless as she sits stunned there upon the boy's lap, unconsciously grinding her ass against the first dick to touch her in so long.
>The only sounds that escape her mouth are sighs and hums of contentment that join with her current superior seat's own moans.
>She remains there on his lap for far longer than anyone else would have after falling while rubbing her ass against the hard rod between her cheeks faster and faster lost in the feeling of the warm, if covered, dick between her ass.
>Having long sense abandoned covering her bare snatch both of Trixie's hands grip the metal poles embedded in the ends of the seats on either side of the aisle in front of them to brace herself as she continues to rub her ass against Wiz Kid's dick.
>Trixie's eyes are lost in a pink fog staring off into space long completely unaware of the world around her beyond the lap she's sitting in. The face of absolute bliss and the jiggling of her assets utterly distract any of her on lookers from the weak flickering pink heart shaped light in her eyes.
>She isn't snapped out of her lusty trance except by the reverberating sound of the old bus driver clearing his voice.
>With the sudden return to reality comes the dawning realization of exactly how long she has been sitting in the nerd's lap.
>Most of the other passengers had left some time ago, only those the most entertained by the bimbo in denial remained.
>A few boys, including the nerd's two friends, all of whom were recording the action and a single bikini clad blue haired bimbo giving the thumbs up to both of them.
 
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>Absolutely mortified, our bottomless magician is only able to stammer in coherently in response while her wide eyes desperately dart around looking for something to use as an excuse.
>Anything to allow her to keep up her ever more ridiculous denial of her true nature as a bimbo and fight off the magic.
>Just as she was about to give up she finds ones in the writhing legs did from the enjoyment of putting on that display of aa bimbo's dick fever.
>Just as before she shields her ego away from the reality of being a bimbo with criticisms, delusions, and a boisterous attitude.
"T-Trixie could just not get up! This bus's floors are too filthy for Trixie's cute heels! They could not get a grip and allow her to stand! Driver, you need to take better care and make sure your vehicle remains clean for students!"
>Trixie then turns her head to give Wiz Kid another deathly glare earning a shudder from the young.
"And you! Not only did you fail to help the lovely and delightful Trixie up from your lap but you groped her bountiful booty without asking! Trixie is not some bimbo whose booty you can freely grab on a whim."
>Wiz Kid, stunned and confused over the events of this morning, can only mumble another apology.
>Making it a point to act overdramatic with how difficult it is, she uses both of her hands to pull herself up with the metal poles before resuming her hand's coverage of her puffy delicate flower.
"Trixie suggests for you to clean up this grimy floor as to prevent her from slipping again!"
>With a roll of his eyes the driver shakes his head and just humors her more
>"Whatever you say, Trixie."
>Now up and completely free of Wiz's cock's spell, Trixie hastily makes her way to the front of and out of the bus and makes a beeline for behind the school's statue.
>No longer caring at this point about who sees the bouncing of her plentiful body she runs, simply wanting to cover up her pussy with her coat again and put this deeply embarrassing morning behind her.
 
>Completely ignoring all of the other students, that are no doubt gawking at the hypnotizing motions of the bouncing mountains on her chest, and slips behind the statue after rushing past the rather overly dressed black haired girl in front of it who appears to be impatiently waiting for someone.
>Trixie cares little for the nasty look she receives from the girl as she runs by her, if not for her hurry to cover up her lower mounds she'd have made a a big deal out of it with the prudish girl.
>There is no time for that though, now that her womanhood is hidden by the stony barrier both of her hands are free to pull the coat back down.
"Finally! Trixie can fix her stupid coat and put this tragic morning behind her and be free from such embarrassments for the rest of the day!"
>The universe it seems simply won't let Trixie off the hook that easily, for, like iron filings to a magnet, the school's ambient magical haze is drawn to the particularly strong denial she's displayed today.
>Just enough to invoke a physical transformation.
>As both her hands grip the hem of her coat to pull it down the magic surges directly into her already sizable rump.
>A faint pink glow envelops it as the magic's energy transforms into more mass to be added surging its size out preventing Trixie from pulling the coat down over it.
"W-what?! No no no! Why won't you come down over Trixie's lofty and magnificent ass?!"
>Frantic and panicking, the busty illusionist refuses to accept that she will have to open it again to close it back over her ass and desperately yanks and tugs on it as hard as she can trying in vain like back in the bus's stairwell.
>As the newly bootylicious magician goes about the impossible task she's assigned herself, she inadvertently catches ear of a conversation involving that black haired girl beyond the statue.
>The annoyed tones of a posh english accent that she assumes belongs to the girl is the first voice that she hears.
>"Morning, Vinyl."
 
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>"What on earth was taking you so long to exit the bus?"
>There was a very short silence before the girl let out an exasperated sigh. Trixie could practically feel the pinch of the bridge of her nose through the concrete.
>"Please tell me it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that some bimbo just ran past me naked from the waist down from your bus."
>Suppressing her rage and urge to run out from behind the statue and tell that slut off for daring to call her some bimbo by biting her tongue she remains behind the statue. Trixie doesn't need to make any more scenes that may expose her further.
>A rather scratchy but upbeat and peppy female's voice responds to the rude girl.
>"It has everything to do with her, Tavi. I couldn't just up an ignore a good show being put on. I mean it looked like so much fun, the way she just grabbed that pole and bounced on his co-"
>"Stop! Stop, I don't want to know what happened!"
>Being interrupted by Octavia just when she was getting to the best part makes Vinyl give an audible pout in the form of an angry grumble.
>"Fine Tavi, its your loss, it was a good show. By the way, I'm not sure all of that is within the school's new dress rules."
>This just earns the bimbo an exasperated sigh.
>"Tsk. Please, Vinyl don't tell me you actually believe it? Even with how loose Celestia has-
>Childish snickering quickly followed coming from the club bimbo.
"Not remotely what I meant, Vinyl! Anyway! Even with how loose Celestia has always interpreted the dress code she'd never make dressing like some floosy a requirement. Its obviously just a a prank by some pervert looking to seeing some girls' dressed inappropriately.'
>"But Tavi, that doesn't explain why you're wearing that terribly stuffy outfit instead of your usual. Especially when you don't have recital today."
 
>"I don't want to give whoever the pervert is the satisfaction of seeing any of my skin on today, besides I quite like wearing it, thank you very much."
>"Don't be like that, Tavi. It looked pretty legit to mee. Besides, I know you would get just as much fun as me out of the new rules if they are real."
>Octavia simply responds with a nervous laugh.
>"What are you talking about? I would absolutely despise it if it this was real! And its not! Celestia's gonna call an assembly on it and tell everyone of the prank, just you wait."
>The familiar click clack of heels against concrete make themselves known to Trixie as Vinyl no doubt steps closer to the cello player and speaks in a more sultry tone.
>"I don't know about that. I seem to remember someone telling me about a particular thing they would like to wear. What was it again?"
>Now tinged with embarrassment her voice wavers and drops in volume as she whisper yells at the bimbo.
>"V-vinyl, I told you that in confidence!"
>"Mmmm, oh yes. The loin cloth skirt. Nothing but two small thin strips of fabric keeping all your goods away from prying eyes. The slightest breeze or a brisk pace revealing everything."
>"Y-you know full well t-that's just a fantasy! I don't want to actually wear it in public!"
>Just as the scratchy voiced bimbo takes a breath to continue her teasing the school bell rings alerting all that first period has begun.
>The three girls each have their own unique reaction to the bell's tone from each other.
>Octavia, relieved that she has an excuse escape her bimbo friend's teasing, rushes into the building red faced, and not for the last time today.
>Vinyl simply chuckles to herself about the good natured friendly teasing before she calmly makes her way into the building for class.
>Trixie lets loose a scream of frustration as throughout their entire conversation no matter how hard she pulled with two hands no matter how she attempted to move her bigger ass nothing gets the coat back down.
 
>Having little choice with the late bell coming soon Trixie finally gives up her attempts and accepts the fact that she was never going to fix the coat without taking it off.
>She shouts
"Fine! You win you stupid coat! Trixie will disgrace herself and enter one of the school's disgusting restrooms and take you off to fit you back onto her bountiful and ample booty properly!"
>As she turns to march angrily into the school with both fists clinched a cold breeze licking its way up between her legs reminds her that she still needs to re-cover her cute little cunt.
"Ah ha! Trixie isn't going to forget to maintain her dignity again! Nothing with move her hand away from her precious pussy for the rest of this morning! Trixie will not become a bimbo who just shows it off for anyone!"
>With her hand held firmly in place and her dignity "intact" she pushes through the school doors, unaware of the smallest bit of magic left in the courtyard attracted to that last bit of denial clinging to her body, waiting to coalesce and a trigger to begin a change.
>Once within the building Trixie gives a peak through the glass of the school's offices, making sure to lean over with her lower body hidden by a wall in case of being seen.
>Inside she only finds Raven on her knees tending to what is undoubtedly another student's father, probably waiting to see the principals about some matter about his child. The fact that he currently has the face of someone who has stuck his dick between the pearly gates betrays that, whatever the matter is, it is the last thing on his mind right now.
>Standing there entranced by the fat bottomed secretary's skillful movements she doesn't waste a single second devoting each one to practically worshiping the growing rod before her.
>Unconsciously one of her fingers involuntarily twitch rubbing itself against her lower lips.
 
>The loud gasp that issued forth from her mouth at the touch against the sensitive skin of her outer folds was completely missed by the pair inside the office.
>Unable and unwilling to move from her spot she is driven by her arousal to continue watching the blowjob.
>As she watches Raven come up to plant a few sloppy kisses down the man's cock Trixie's middle finger finds its way to her bud lightly brushing against it with every kiss.
>Short gasping moans escape from her mouth with each pleasurable stroke against her clit, and by the time the secretary returns to the dick's tip with a passionate kiss the magician's finger has started to constantly rub against it.
>Watching in aroused amazement Trixie sees as the woman before her takes inch after inch of the still magically growing cock into her waiting throat without a sign of gagging.
>The sounds of slurping and smacking lips play inside our masturbating not-bimbo's mind as she imagines what it sounds like inside the office where this parent is getting the blowjob of his life.
>As the office slut reaches the base she reaches up with her hands to fondle both of his engorged balls with her hands simply leaving the entirety of his cock engulfed within her throat, her tongue can be seen flicking around its base.
>Now using two fingers to keep her love button between them as she rubs, the bottomless illusionist begins to speed up sending herself into very public ecstasy.
>A loud throaty moan forces its way out of her mouth as her legs shudder and expression turns to one of bliss.
>Unfortunately, she was a little too loud with this exclamation of pleasure and alerts the both of them to her presence.
>The man snaps his head to look in the direction of the sudden sound while Raven just turns as much as she can without taking the delicious dick out of her mouth.
>It takes Trixie a few seconds to realize that they were aware of her presence thanks to the haze of her self stimulation.
 
>As Raven gives her a wave while attempting a smile with the thick dick in her mouth Trixie quickly ducks her head away from the glass window with a bright red face and immediately stops fixing herself in the school's hallway.
>Any thoughts of running off in utter embarrassment and swiftly getting away from their sight before they can recognize her by dashing tot he safety found in the bathroom'ss hidden stalls are interrupted by the familiar voice of the school's highest authority figure.
>"Good morning, Trixie. Hope I'm not interrupting something too fun, but you really should be getting to class before you're late."
>Slowly turning the coat clad not-bimbo finds herself face to breast with Principal Celestia, the single jacket that the towering bimbo wears acting more like an overstuffed bra provides Trixie with a face full of massive cleavage. The slightest poke or pull could finally end the suffering of that one single button that holds it together and unleash the full glory of her massive mams.
"T-trixie was ju-"
>Once the principal got a good look at the shorter girl's attire she could not help but interrupt whatever failed denial and justification that was no doubt about to vacate her mouth.
>"Hmm. Ms Lulamooon, while I am glad to see your enthusiasm for our new dress code from the waist down your coat is still in violation of it. I will have to ask you to give it to me."
>Trixie's previous emotional state of raw distilled shame after being caught masturbating very publicly was almost immediately superseded by the invasion of a smug satisfaction.
>Finally, she gets to tell Celesta about being naked under it and not able to abide the school code. Not having to show off her chest like a bimbo winning against the oversexed administrator.
"Trixie cannot give it to you! For underneath this coat lies her bare and beautiful body! Trixie cannot simply walk around nude so she has avoided any of your attempts to make her look like the bimbo she isn't!"
 
"Trixie wins!"
>While it takes effort on her part to look up at Celestia's face, because of the two massive orbs that block vision up, she manages to do so with a smug grin hoping to see this huge bimbo thrown off her game.
>The expression on the overgrown principal's face did not betray any shock or anything that would imply that she was thrown a curve ball by this revelation.
>She simply wore the same resting empty expression that she always has upon her face, with her eyelids slightly drooped and the fat lips of her mouth parted in a faint O shape.
>Trixie knows not to fall for it however, with their dealings with the magic and school staff Sunset and her have found that vacant bimbo expression really belies the true machiavellian that lies beneath.
>"Very interesting Ms. Lulamoon. Tell me, did you read all of the email I sent this weekend?"
>Her smug expression falters as worry slowly creeps its way onto her face but she stands firm, for now.
"N-no. Trixie felt there was no need to read through that dull legalese! She got the gist of it! All girls must now dress like stupid bimbos and will lose the offending clothes! Trixie has found the loophole to not looking like a bimbo without even wasting her precious time reading through such tedious text!"
>Celestia for her part simply nods along, her expression never changing.
>"Well, Trixie, you have given this a lot of thought but I simply can't have a student walking in dress that violates the code so if you could please come into my office to get this mess sorted out."
>Having little other choice and suspecting, and hopping, a phone call to her mother to pick her up may be whats about to happen, Trixie follows the woman into the office.
>As Celestia leans down slightly to avoid hitting the door frame she inadvertently pushes her ass out toward Trixie forcing her to take a few steps back to avoid hitting the sizable rump that is a single piece of dental floss string away from being just as exposed as hers.