Becoming the Bimbo

by Jay Aury

  She took the elevator down to deck 6. Strips of light flashed before her eyes as she descended deeper into the station. She passed through the mingling crowds and into the darker realms of the alleys. The tangles of old mineshafts plated with shining durasteel. Retracing her steps as best she could from the strange night before.

  Then, she was there.

  The glowing sign of Morinth’s Modifications lit the dark with venomous green. Music thumped from the brothel next door. A low, throaty growl of sound filtered through the buzzing red field. Janna licked her lips, then pushed on the access panel and entered the lab.

  It was almost strange to walk in and find things exactly as she had left them the night before. She glanced about the semi darkness and its lime green lights of screens and monitors. The gleam of chrome and durasteel.

  Morinth was at the desk, his chair cocked back. Screen of holographic green light floated around him, shifting with the movements of his fingers. He didn’t notice Janna standing there until the smuggler, growing impatient, coughed.

  He paused and cocked his head about a panel. “Ah,” he said. “It’s you.” He swept his hand through the air, and the screens disintegrated into flickering pixels before vanishing into the air. He leaned an arm on the table and tilted his head towards her, the band around his eyes humming. “And were you satisfied?”

  Janna blushed at his choice of words. A throb pulsed from her core at the bored lilt of his voice. “V-very. It was exactly what I had hoped for.”

  “Hm. I suppose so.” He leaned back again, tilting back his chair. “Then have you come here for the second stage treatment?”

  Janna flushed. “Wh-what! No! I…I’m perfectly fine. I came to settle my account.”

  “Hm.” He stabbed a button on the desk, a screen of light swelling into existence above the table. “Let’s see now. Ah. Here we are. A basic treatment. If you would swipe your credit chit…”

  He flicked the corner of the screen and it spun about. Janna winced. There were a lot of zeroes there. Nonetheless, she swiped her credit chit and watched the payment complete. As the numbers spiralled down, she glanced back at Morinth. “And…what would a second level treatment cost? Out of curiosity?”

  He cocked his head towards her. A lighter shade of green passed over his visor as it refreshed itself. “…Hm.” He again tapped the screen. The numbers before Janna faded. Resolved.

  She choked. “That much!”

  “Indeed,” he said.

  “How can anyone afford that?”

  “We have…alternate means of payment.”

  Janna paled. She’d heard tales of splicers. The cold slabs of examining tables. Saws and jars and pieces cut away in the name of science. “M…my body?”

  “You could say that.” He waved towards the far wall. “I own a controlling interest in the brothel next door. One may work off their debt there.”

  Janna exhaled in relief, surprising herself. She supposed that, considering the reputation of splicers and those unfortunates who fell into their grasp, merely pimping was the least worrisome. “And you get a lot of business?”

  Morinth smiled without any humour. “My work is top notch. Nowhere will you be able to find a woman to match one of my creations. A hundred times they might invite a man between their legs, and never be looser than before. They bodies will never sag or wrinkle. Their skin is flawless. Their breasts filled with bounce and ass as soft and inviting as anything else.

  “But they are distinct,” he added, warming to the subject. “Each is still the woman they once were. But more. They are what they wanted to be. A pinnacle of feminine sexuality. No mere surgery. A rewriting of what they were!”

  He stood, sweeping back his lab coat with a gesture. “Yes! What doctor could match my work? What surgeon with his scalpels and stitching? Mine is real! A true transformation! An altering of the very genetic material so they become what they most desire! And they would deny me that? Deny others? How dare they!”

  Janna listened to Morinth speak in a stunned silence. Her nipples pushed against her shirt. Her breasts felt tender. The sensation recalled her. “I have noticed something…different…”

  Morinth turned back to her. The screen before his eyes hummed with the intensity of his emotion. His hand moved quickly to a screen, summoning it up and poising his fingers over a glowing keypad. “Oh? What?”

  “W-well, after the um…procedure I couldn’t help but notice a certain ah…sensitivity. And after last night it seems to have gone away.”

  “Oh,” he said, sagging back into his chair. He gestured vaguely, banishing the screen. “Yes, that’s expected. As per your request I merely reformatted the shape of your body rather than anything deeper. You’ve taken on a mutagen substance, one which, if stimulated further, would result in greater changes. However, I stopped it short of altering anything other than a simple expansion of your tertiary sexual characteristics. What you felt was a second stage procedure until it faded away.”

  Janna felt her pulse quicken. “You mean, the way I felt then. When I was in the bedroom. That’s how I would feel all of the time?”

  “Quite,” Morinth said. “As Dava does. She received a full second stage treatment. Increased sensitivity and even a mild pheromone treatment. She exudes it perfectly. She has a few other modifications I have performed at her request, but yes. The second stage would result in something similar to her.”

  Janna shuddered. A sudden vision of Dava rose in her mind. Dava, exuding sexuality. A flick of her hair drawing the eye of every man. Her confident swagger. Her bouncing curves and perfect body. And Janna recalled, with a sudden vivid recollection, the sensations she’d experienced the night before. The aching, electric desire as Tallis’s cock rammed inside of her and Dava’s tongue tasted her cunt.

  To be like that…She reeled at the thought. At such a change. But…Dava was alright, wasn’t she? She could still do her job. And really, Janna thought, warming to the idea, she was sure it made Dava’s job easier. After all, if she looked like that, who could resist her for long? Who would want to? Men would practically fall over themselves to be arrested by her.

  Janna licked her lips and nodded. “I…think I would like that.”

  Morinth cocked his brow. “You have enough credits?”

  Janna winced. “Not just now. But as soon as I sell my cargo…”

  The door to the lab opened with a hiss and Dava sauntered in. “Morinth! I just saw the most charming little restaurant on deck eight and I – Janna! Look at you! What are you doing here so early?”

  “Your friend wants a second level treatment,” Morinth said.

  Dava squealed and grabbed Janna in a crushing embrace. “Oh Janna! I’m so happy for you! You won’t regret this I promise! Oh you’re going to absolutely love being such a sexpot!”

  Janna choked as Dava’s hands wandered lower, brushing her hips and breasts and leaving the skin tingling. Janna stifled a moan and nodded weakly. “Y-yeah. Sure.”

  “So you’re going to sign on for some time at the brothel?” Dava asked eagerly.

  “Wh-what! No! No, Dava. I’m going to sell my cargo and then do it.”

  “But imagine how much more you could get if you looked like me!” Dava said. “You could get the best deal if he was too busy looking at your tits than at what he’s paying!”

  “I…I had thought of that…”

  “Oh do it Janna. Just do it!”

  Morinth rose sinuously to his feet and moved towards the back of the room. He pressed a familiar button and the wall slid back, the chair easing into the main floor of the lab. At the sight of the thing Janna felt another stab of longing.

  “You’ll want to undress first,” Morinth said.

  Janna gave him a startled look. “What?”

  “Oh sweetie, this is going to be a pretty big change. And look.” Suddenly the buxom security officer was behind her, grabbing Janna’s breasts and hefting them. “Your shirt can barely hold together with your current look. Imag
ine an extra two cup sizes!”

  Janna swallowed a moan as Dava’s fingers expertly dug into her flesh, thumbs rubbing her nipples. “R-right. I’ll just…”

  “Here. Let me help.”

  Janna couldn’t protest as Dava’s skilled fingers slid down her flanks and to her belt. She undid it with almost unholy speed, shucking off Janna’s pants and underwear in a single deft motion. Janna squeaked in surprise, hastily covering her pussy with a hand and shooting Morinth a shocked look.

  But to her surprise the scientist was once more fiddling with his screens, moving the holographic projections about himself. The greens of the screens illuminated him, his white lab coat fairly glowing beneath them. The wrap around visor of light flickered and shone as he worked.

  Embarrassment vanished before irritation. That he would be so dismissive of her being stripped naked before him. True, he did work with Dava on a daily basis. But that, if anything, only made Janna more annoyed. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it free, the taut fabric catching at her palm filling breasts before she managed to tug it over her head.

  “Oh, you’re going to look amazing,” Dava purred.

  “Yeah,” Janna breathed as Dava slid a hand across her tone ass, tracing the curve of a gentle hip before brushing across her front.

  “You feel tense. Would it help if I got naked too?”

  “Um…” Janna trailed off as Dava stepped back and grabbed the zipper at the front of her suit. She eased it down, leaning her head back with a fluttering sigh as she revealed inch after inch of her flawless stomach. Again, her breasts spilled out of the gap. Pillowy mounds capped with dark nipples. She shed the suit as easily as a snake would its skin, stepping out into the warm air of the lab in all her naked glory.

  Janna could only stare, admiring her. Recalling her envy of such a body. An envy soon to be sated.

  “Want to touch?” Dava breathed, squeezing her immense breasts together.

  “K-kinda,” Janna murmured.

  Smiling, Dava took one of Janna’s hands and planted it on her immense breast. Janna gasped as her fingers pressed into the pliable flesh, yet firm and bouncy. Memories flashed through her of the dark room behind the club.

  “Mmmm,” Dava groaned as Janna toyed with the soft flesh. “It feels so good Janna.”

  “We do have work to do,” Morinth observed.

  Janna jumped a little at the reminder of the man’s presence. Giggling, Dava gave her friend a wink and guided the smuggler to the refitted chair. Janna approached the machine with far less trepidation than she had before. She climbed into it, once more assisted by Dava. She grasped the arms and locked her legs into position. The web pressed against her naked bum, stretching against her in support.

  It felt strange for certain. There was a soft hiss as the wrist and ankle straps tightened about her, locking her securely into the vulnerable position. She shivered, the cool steel against her skin raising sensitive goosebumps all down her back and making her mons tingle.

  “Don’t worry,” Dava giggled. “You’ve done something just like it before. But there’s going to be a few…differences.”

  “Right.”

  “Like this visor.”

  “Like what!”

  “Oh don’t worry!” Dava said as she clipped the two monitors over Janna’s ears. “They’re just so we can get into your head nice and properly. Gotta make sure your brain’s…um…”

  “If we do not adjust your mental facilities properly,” Morinth said from the control panel. “The overload of tensile stimulus will cause your brain to overload and burn out. There has to be an adjustment of your synapses in order for the process to work properly, and make sure you’re not a lobotomized pile of twitching flesh.”

  “Yeah! That,” Dava chirped.

  “I…I guess,” Janna said with renewed uncertainty.

  “Don’t worry Janna,” Dava said brightly. “It all works out in the end. Like it did for me! On that note…”

  Panels opened in the machine above them and a pair of snaking cables descended. On the end of each was a plastic cup which Dava immediately placed over Janna’s breasts. “Oooh,” Janna gasped as the cups sealed themselves to her, capping her nipples. “Wh-what are those?”

  “Well you already have the treatment in you,” Dava chirped. “These are just going to stimulate it to get your breasts nice and big.”

  “Any more surprises?” Janna said weakly.

  Dava smiled mischievously and tapped one of the ear pieces. There was a faint buzz as a strip of holographic display curved before Janna’s eyes and connected, filling her vision with a field of lime green.

  “We will now begin the procedure,” Morinth said.

  Janna tensed at the faint whirring around her. She realized that thanks to the screen, she was completely blinded to what was happening in the room. That thanks to the shackles she was utterly immobile. Her helplessness made her heart beat faster. But she found oddly that it excited more than horrified her. The cups on her breasts began to hum, and a wave of tingling numbness spread across her heaving chest.

  Then, she felt something prod her cunt.

  She jolted. “Wh-what’s thoooooh!” Janna moaned as the hard rubber shape of an artificial cock slipped past her pussy lips and entered her.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dava giggled. “But there’s one more!”

  Janna tried to formulate a response but then a second prodded her back door. She moaned harder, the reasons for the mesh seat becoming apparent as the second dildo pushes between her firm ass cheeks. It was slightly wet with a cold lubricant, easing itself past the tight ring of her muscles and into her ass.

  “We begin,” Morinth said.

  With a jolt, the false cocks began to piston in and out of her, humming in the same way the pads on her breasts were. She moaned, gasping as the sudden rough fucking shook through her body. The pervading numbness in her ass and teats began to fade, and in its wake, a warm heat grew. She gasped as her breasts pressed against the vibrating pads.

  Shapes began to flicker through the band. Words and images flashing rapidly before her. Skimming the surface of her mind. It became hard to think. Pointless to think. Encouraged her to merely embrace the sensations throbbing through her. The tender rutting in her cunt and ass. The wonderful heat in her tits. Her skin felt tight. Her blood raced.

  She felt the change begin. The weight growing from her chest as her breasts swelled yet more in size. She moaned as her ass grew against the webbing, squeezing the cock which continued to vibrate into the tight star of her ass. The lube soon began to heat with the friction of the pistoning cock. She trembled in the confines of the chair. Blind. Bound. Fucked by the machine as her body changed.

  She bucked as a pair of hands suddenly cupped her swollen tits. “Oh Janna. You’re getting sooo big!”

  “O-oh s-stars!” Janna gasped as she felt Dava squeeze the swollen flesh, shocks of pleasure racing from them and into her core. The pads suddenly tightened on her tender nipples, pinched them to send glorious jolts of pleasure shooting to her toes. “Nnnn!”

  “Oh God Janna you’re looking so fucking hot,” Dava breathed. “Look at you. All strapped down by this machine. Being fucked and made to look so sexy.”

  “M-mmm,” Dava gasped. The pink fog of her thoughts swirled. Lights flashed before her eyes. She was sinking. She was buzzing. Her whole body a thing of pleasure. “Ah. Ah. Ahhhh!” Janna strained her cuffs as her orgasm thundered through her. She rode it, the cocks never halting their railing of her holes. She bucked as she plateaued and was pushed even higher as her libido soared to new heights. She heard the hiss of a zipper and felt someone move before her. A scent filled her nose. Something spicy and musky and tinged with cherries. A warmth washed across her face.

  “Lick me,” Dava moaned.

  Janna couldn’t think. Her brain was swallowed by the flickering lights. Every stroke of the faux cock in her cunt scattered her thoughts. The hum of the band before her eyes was compelling
. She leaned forward, her tongue tasting the warm wetness of Dava’s cunt.

  “Oh!” Dava moaned. Her hands grabbed Janna’s hair, pulling her forward. “F-fuck! Yes! Deeper Janna. Oh yes!”

  “Mmm. Mmmn,” Janna moaned, delving deeper into Dava’s cunt. The taste was something exquisite. Her whole being was focused in this one place where she could still move. The warm pit of Dava’s pussy swallowed her eager tongue. There was a soft buzz as Dava’s mound pushed through the blinding holographic screen and pressed against her face.

  “Yes!” Dava moaned. “Yes! Fuck! C-cumming!”

  Dava screamed as she came across Janna’s face. Frantically the smuggler licked the juices which spilled onto her. Her thoughts spun. Dava’s quaking orgasm seemed to pulse into her. She cried out, twitching as she came again on the buzzing dildos stuffing her.

  Janna moaned. Then the clamps about her wrists and ankles opened, releasing her. No sooner had she gained her freedom Janna grabbed Dava’s hips, pushing forward and burying herself more deeply in her friend’s cunt.

  “Mmmmn! Oh Janna you’re good at this!”

  Janna raised her head, Dava’s juices soaking her face. The visor continued to hum before her eyes. “Y-yeah. Thanks.”

  She felt a pair of hands on her visor and a subtle click of the mechanism. The field vanished as Morinth took away the head piece, leaving her looking up past Dava’s parted thighs and heaving breasts. Giggling, Dava climbed off of her and pressed the release for the restraints.

  Her body singing with the changes, Janna threw herself onto the buxom security officer. Dava gasped, breath driven from her as they crashed to the floor. Then Janna was on her. They wrapped about one another, frantically kissing as their breasts mashed together. Her naked skin rubbed against the rubbery smoothness of Dava’s zipsuit. She could feel herself. Feel how sexy she had become. Their lips parted, steaming. “More,” Janna moaned. “Oh Dava. More.”

  Dava giggled. “Mmm. Okay. There’s a brothel next door. Let’s get you someone to stuff you full of cock.”

  “Yesss,” Janna breathed. “Oh stars yes!”