Becoming the Bimbo

by Jay Aury

  “Oh f-fuck,” Janna moaned.

  Then, the whirr of the machines began to die. Pistons hissed as the arms withdrew the needles from her breasts.

  Janna sagged in the seat, gasping and groaning, twitching with pleasured aftershocks of the process. Stunned by the suddenness of it, she felt oddly uncompleted. She whimpered softly.

  Morinth flicked a screen and glanced back. “Hm. Seems it was a success. Dava? Would you unstrap her please?”

  “Sure!” Dava expertly removed the cuffs about Janna’s wrists and ankles. Janna tried to rise, but her rubbery legs didn’t support her for longer than a second.

  “Easy does it. Upsy daisy,” Dava said. With the help of the buxom security officer Janna managed to get to her feet. She staggered, her center of gravity sharply altered by the new weight on her chest and rear. She fell against Dava, cushioned by the others breasts. Janna shuddered as she inhaled Dava’s scent. Something thick and musky. Her breasts resumed their dull aching, as did her cunt.

  “Oh Janna! You look perfect. Here!”

  Plopping her onto the edge of Morinth’s desk, Dava stepped back and punched several commands into a nearby console. There was a hum from somewhere, and out of the air a screen of green light appeared. Janna blinked, then gasped in amazement at what she saw.

  She saw herself, but more. Her breasts and ass curved from her body, stretching her flight suit to the limits. Her hips were rounder and shapelier, swelling into a plush, squeezable ass, globes sharply defined against the fabric.

  “Oh Janna, you look amazing!” Dava giggled.

  “Y-yeah,” Janna said, awestruck. She touched her breasts and sucked in a sharp breath at the sensitivity of her skin. She licked her lips, breathing in a shuddering sigh.

  “It’s a beginning,” Morinth said without interest, once more engrossed in his consoles. “Only the initial stages.” He shook his head. “Such a simple job.”

  “F-first?” Janna said in wonder.

  Morinth nodded, numbers flashing across the green strip of light before his eyes. “As you requested. Dava herself has had a second level process.”

  “And loving every minute of it,” Dava giggled, running her hands up her hips and narrow waist before cupping her immense breasts with a moan. Her thumbs found her nipples, rubbing eager circles against them. “Mmm. But it does feel so good Janna.”

  Janna swallowed thickly, a pang of arousal stabbing into her core at the sight. “Y-yeah.” She turned again, admiring herself in the mirror of light.

  “Stars Janna that suit can’t be comfortable like that. Here.”

  “Ah!” Janna hadn’t time to respond before Dava had reached across and opened the front of her shirt into a sharply dipping V which showed the unsubtle valley of her new breasts.

  “There!” Dava chirped. “Feels better doesn’t it?”

  Janna blushed but had to nod. “It does.”

  Laughing, Dava released her and took Janna’s hand in her own. She tugged the other woman towards the door. “Come on Janna! Let’s go celebrate! You deserve it, and I know just the best bar on level seven. You’ll just scream!”

  “Dava,” Morinth interrupted. “Your suit.”

  “Hm?” Dava looked down at her creamy breasts and laughed. “Whoops! Silly me. Mmm. But it would be fun to run through the halls showing the world my tits wouldn’t it Janna?” Giggling again, Dava winked at Janna and zipped up her suit. “Let’s go!”

  Janna, still stunned by the sudden changes, didn’t resist as Dava pulled her out of the lab. As the door slid open before them she looked back. The last glimpse she had of the strange scientist was his green visor turned back towards the pillar of monitors, mirroring the numbers raining down them with its ill green light.

  Then the plasteel door slid shut with a clank.

  The Bar

  Janna careened through consciousness. She felt aware of her whole body. Her every curve. The world outside moved in flickers of neon lights and flashes of shadows. But her attention was fixed inward. Fascinated by the heat which throbbed from her loins and chest.

  She marvelled at it. This empty feeling. This heat which fueled her. She staggered after Dava, led meekly through the station. Her gait began to adjust to the sudden weight in her rear and front. She found her new breasts counterbalanced her ass nicely. She found herself walking with a rolling gait, throwing her hips out with each step.

  She caught a glimpse of a sign. Red letters spelling out The Meteor. Then they were wrapped in darkness. She blinked against strobing lights. Heavy music thumped through the air. She felt herself vibrate in some strange sympathy to the pulsating beat.

  Her companion chose a booth, sliding into the smooth imitation leather seats and gesturing for Janna to join her.

  As Janna crossed the floor, she felt more than a few stares on her back. Sizing her up in the flashes of light provided by the distant lamps. She grew warm under the lustful gazes. A euphoric feeling like being a little drunk.

  Dava grinned, elbows on the table and hands propping up her chin. “They like you,” she sang.

  “Yeah. I guess so.” Janna shifted, feeling her flight suit creak against her body.

  Their drinks arrived, the busty server smiling professionally at the security officer and spacer before vanishing back into the crowd. Dava pressed a fingertip to the stirrer in hers and swirled it around idly. “I know it must feel very strange. All the new curves and weight where there didn’t used to be. But you get used to it soon enough.”

  Janna rolled her shoulders, feeling the weight of her breasts drag down her front. “Yeah I think I’m already starting to.” She glanced at Dava’s own immense breasts. “I bet it took a while to get used to yours.”

  Janna laughed. “Not so long as you think,” she said, blue eyes glowing in the flickering lamps of the club. “There’s a little trick to it.”

  Intrigued, Janna leaned forward onto the table. “What-ah!”

  She tensed, feeling an unsubtle pressure against her pussy. Dava grinned, leaning back as she pressed her toe against Janna’s groove. “Sex, Janna. A quick romp does wonders to get a feel for all those new curves.”

  “Th-that so?” Janna shifted, biting her lip as Dava put a little more pressure, sliding her toe up and down her gash. God, was she already getting wet again? Janna blushed fiercely.

  “Nothing like a proper work out, after all. And we are here to celebrate.” Dava said. “And why else would you want to look like this?”

  Her heart beat faster. Janna realized she did want it. Why else would she want to look this way if not to turn some heads? To have her pick of men and have them want her?

  “I do,” Janna breathed.

  “Excuse me.”

  Both turned. A man stood beside their table. He wore an engineer’s overalls and carried himself with a confident air. He had the broad and muscular frame needed to handle the immense machinery used to repair and maintain the ships which docked at the station. Fair haired and not unattractive, he smiled down at them. “My name’s Tallis Cain. Just thought you both might like some company.”

  Dava smiled back, leaning forward onto the table. “Well hello,” she purred. “I think we just might. Do we, Janna?”

  Janna sucked in a breath as Dava’s toe pressed harder against her cunt. She grabbed the lip of the table to try and steady herself. “Y-yes. I th-think so.”

  Grinning, Tallis sat next to Janna. She felt the heat of his body wash off him along with his scent. The smell of oil and ozone and sweat. She inhaled, a thrill racing through her at the undeniable masculine musk.

  “Might I buy you girls a drink?” he said.

  “Actually, I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere more private,” Dava said sweetly.

  Janna glanced with surprise at Dava, but another look at Tallis had her warm further to the thought. She wanted him. She felt forward. Sexy. Like she could do anything. Have anyone. She slipped against him, pressing herself against his side. Her hand found his leg and r
an along his rough overalls until she found the subtle bulge of his length. “I think I’d like that,” she breathed.

  Tallis stiffened, sucking in a quick breath. He glanced between them, then grunted deeply. “There’s pods in the back,” he said, his voice a low, lustful growl.

  “I know,” Dava giggled. She twirled a passkey around her finger. Her eyes were lidded and hot with lust. “Let’s go.”

  Janna found herself sliding from the booth along with the pair and moving towards the back. They sandwiched Tallis between them, something he clearly didn’t mind. A door led into a dark hallway, the strobing lights from the main floor illuminating it in flashes. Dava moved with certainty through the darkness, guiding her two charges to a particular door. She swiped the card against the panel and the door slid open with a hydraulic hiss.

  The interior was as plain as could be. Durasteel walls making a small room. A single sterile bed sat in the corner with a plain mattress. Dava tugged Janna down onto it and pulled her against her. Janna felt Dava’s luxurious curves, their breasts mashing together. She was shocked when she felt Dava’s lips on hers, but within a moment, she responded.

  She felt Dava move against her. Her plush breasts beneath the security suit and her hips and ass. She did not resist as Dava grasped her shirt and pulled it open the rest of the way.

  Janna gasped with relief as her breasts popped free of the fabric, nipples hard and tingling with want. “Dava,” Janna gasped, voice hitching as she felt Dava’s hands clutch the globe of her firm ass, the dull throb of new sensations swelling through her. Her new flesh, softer, shapelier, molded itself under Dava’s expert touch. She moaned, responding eagerly to her companion’s body.

  In some part of her, Janna was stunned at what was happening. She had never considered herself attracted to women, yet beneath Dava’s hands, in her presence, she felt called. She felt desire ache through her. “Mmmm,” Janna moaned into Dava’s mouth, surrendering to that lovely tongue.

  They broke apart quite suddenly. Janna’s lips tingled from the kiss. Dava smiled, her own blue eyes glowing. “Oh Janna. But we can’t forget our dear friend.”

  Janna followed her eyes and saw Tallis standing before them. He had freed his cock from his pants and was slowly stroking himself, grinning at the sight of the pair. Janna giggled, buoyed by the headiness of her lust. “You’re right. He shouldn’t have to use his hands.”

  “You’re so right!” Dava said with mock severity. “Not with these two hot, sexy women right in front of him. It’s a crime!”

  Janna smiled giddily. There was something in the air. Something hot and heady. It felt like a dream as she rose with Dava. Each of them took one of Tallis’s hands and drew him to them, having him sit on the edge of the bed. He eyed them with contented expectation, barely moving as they undid his overalls and bared the hard shape of his chest.

  Janna found it so easy to follow Dava down, kneeling before the muscular engineer. She gravitated towards his throbbing cock without thinking, breathing in the heavy scent of his arousal. The thick scent of his precum mingling with that strange aroma that was so compellingly Dava. Something like sex and yet so much more.

  Janna leaned forward and with Dava began to lick Tallis’s cock. The man stiffened, groaning and tightening his grasp on the edge of the bed. “F-fuck,” he grunted.

  “Mmm. So good,” Dava purred.

  “Mmmhmmm,” Janna murmured.

  “Okay Janna. It’s your turn.”

  Janna cocked her head towards Dava, then looked back up at Tallis. She blushed, but rose, kicking off her pants and underwear as she straddled his lap. She bit her lip as she felt his cock grind against the crack of her bare ass. Her swollen breasts tingled as she pressed them against his chest. She felt electrified. More. She felt sexy. She gave him a sultry grin as she began to grind against him.

  “Mmm,” she purred as he grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the plush flesh. “Do you want me?”

  “Yeah,” Tallis grunted.

  “How do you want me?”

  “I want to fuck your pretty little cunt,” he gasped.

  Janna shivered with desire. “I think…I want that too.”

  Knees on the bed, she lifted her hips, shoving her breasts into his face. “Ah!” she gasped as his lips latched onto a hard nipple. “Oooh. Right there. Suck my tit.” He grasped her ass. She cried out as he crushed the sensitive globes in his calloused fingers. She felt the head of his cock prod her folds and she descended on it.

  “Oooooh,” Janna moaned as inch after inch entered her. Her cushiony ass came to rest against his legs, burying him entirely in her hot channel. Her lashes fluttered. It didn’t seem strange she could take this man’s girthy cock. Everything felt right. Everything felt perfect. She smiled with ditzy delight as Tallis pulled her against him. His hips began to move. He released her breast with a groan.

  “Fuck,” he said. “You’re tight as a virgin!”

  “Y-yeah,” Janna gasped, her breath steaming through the dark. Pleasure spread through her, humming through her veins like a charge. Her new breasts heaved, her nipples throbbing. Tallis immediately began to kiss her, pulling her against him. He leaned back against the wall, drawing Janna with him. His hands roamed eagerly over her body. Feeling her new curves with every inclination of appreciation.

  “Oh fuck,” Janna gasped.

  “Fuck. Your ass is amazing!” Tallis breathed. “Hah!” he gasped as Dava kneeled between his legs and began to kiss and lick his churning balls.

  She silenced him with another kiss. Grinding against him as he eagerly bounced her atop his cock. Her nipples dragged against his chest. She felt the thudding of her pulse as she grew closer to orgasm. She moaned, throwing back her head with a cry as she came.

  A strange euphoria thundered through her. She moaned, gasping. Rutting. Fucking. They switched positions. She on the edge of the bed while he fucked her again. Dava was among them. Writhing with them. Their lips locked. Their tongues writhed. Her ass ached until Tallis filled her with his cock. She sucked him off. She buried her face in Dava’s cunt and licked her until she came. On and again, spiralling into a dull haze of pleasure. She sank into oblivion, cushioned by pink clouds of lust.

  The Second Visit

  A faint beeping sound roused Janna from her sleep. She raised her head, blinking blearily at the red light above the door.

  “Good morning valued customer. It is morning and the cleaning crews will be requiring access to this room. Please rouse yourself and depart with your attire.”

  Janna sighed and sat up, looking around. Tallis and Dava were gone, the only evidence they had been there the dull soreness which permeated her body and a lingering scent of sex and something like cherries. Janna blushed at the memory, hazy though it was. She giggled softly, gathering up her shirt and pants and quickly dressing. She found it surprisingly difficult to squeeze her new frame into the tight-fitting clothes.

  As she hopped about the room trying to tug her pants over her now rather buxom hips, she tried to assess something she’d notice since waking. It didn’t take her long to recognize it. The strange sensitivity from the night before was lacking. True, her new breasts and ass were still there, but they lacked the feeling of tightness. The warmth of lust and subtle heat which called it to be fondled and stroked.

  “Good,” she muttered, yanking her pants on. “That’s what I wanted.”

  “Valued customer,” the beeping light insisted. “We will be requiring the room in- “

  “Oh shut up,” Janna said testily. Abandoning trying to close her jacket over her straining shirt, she slapped the panel beside the door causing it top open. She peeked into the narrow hall and, finding it empty, slipped through. The bar seemed to always be open, the bartender not even paying a cursory glance her way as Janna crept out the door and onto the main plaza.

  Schedules of day and night meant little to spacers. Officially they went by the Terran clock, but in the depths, it was the routine of work o
n the ship which kept them to time. As such, the deck was still crowded with different people going about their business, as busy as it was in the morning she arrived.

  Was it only the morning? Janna put a hand to her head in amazement as she wandered through the plaza, the neon glow of signs playing across her face. It felt like a lifetime ago she had walked down the gangplank of her ship and met Dava. Then the descent into the darkness of the lower levels of the station. The blinking lights of Morinth’s Modifications and the humming green darkness of the man who lived within.

  As she recalled the needles and the chair Janna shuddered. She felt that familiar ache deep within her cunt. She caught herself looking about the plaza, eyes lingering on the whores. A man caught her eye. He stood without shirt or pants, baring the hard musculature of his frame. He winked, thrusting a groin wrapped in a shimmering yellow band of light her way. She blushed, but knew she didn’t need to pay for that. Not anymore.

  Pay! She groaned. She forgot all about that. No doubt Morinth would charge an arm and a leg for what he had done for her. Still, Janna thought, pausing before a shop window for an antique shop and examining herself appreciatively in the dark glass, backlit by a neon sign. It was well worth it.

  But what if she went beyond?

  She paused, staring at herself in the window. Yes. What if she did go further yet? She had only had the first treatment. The first of three. What would she look like with the second?

  She stared at her reflection. Picturing it. Wide, brood mother hips. Breasts without a hint of sag and as big as basketballs. Puffier lips and longer hair. She recalled Dava. Lovely Dava, as comfortable in her sexuality as she was her sin tight suit. Stared at by every man and many women wherever she went.

  A dull aching pulsed from deep in Janna’s cunt as she ran her hands up her body. Her knees shook with a sudden memory of the aching pleasure. A need to be filled. She put a hand on her chest, her breathing heavy. She shook her head, turning from the window and walking down the deck purposefully. But the image remained in her head. Compelling. Aching.