Strip Magician

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."

>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!"