Becoming the Bimbo

by Jay Aury

  Laughing, Dava helped Janna to her feet. The smuggler barely registered the fact that they didn’t go through the front. Rather, Dava guided her to the side of the shop. Dava’s fingers found a button and a door cunningly hidden in the wall slid open.

  Sound. Lights. The beating of a club’s music thudded into her. Janna gasped at the sudden blast of sensations moments before she was pulled through and into the darkness beyond. The humping thud of a deep bass rang through her sensitive body. She felt attuned to the beat. Her cunt moistened anew. She stumbled after Dava and into the sweltering darkness. A heat and a scent slapped her full in the face. The smell of sex and drink and musk. She blinked as her eyes adjusted, and gasped when she saw what lay within.

  Women like her moved about the room. Huge breasts swelled from their chests. They were clothed in holographic lights, the only illumination in the room. Straps about the breasts and cupping their groins, hiding hot furrows and tender nipples with humming bands of light.

  As she watched a man grabbed one of the wandering women and bent her over a table. The buxom slut giggled, pigtails bouncing as the spacer plunged his cock into her cunt, her holographic underwear humming his length.

  Janna looked around. Everywhere these women walked and worked and were fucked. Perfect specimens, exaggerated examples of femininity. They were of every race, every colour, every shape, but all had the same swelling breasts and wide, breeding hips.

  Janna looked to Dava dully. “Dava? What…”

  “Isn’t it incredible?” Dava giggled, hugging Janna against her. “Look at them all. They were all so eager! But you know, it’s expensive to get these sorts of treatments. It was such a smart solution! Now! Let’s get you all tricked out with a nice fuck!”

  Janna jerked forward as Dava slapped her ass. She moaned, pleasure thrumming through. Her legs shook and she only kept her feet by grabbing a nearby table. Dava laughed, her blue eyes flashing in the strobing light of the club. “Mmm. You just sit tight. I have just the one.”

  Dava swept away into the darkness of the brothel.

  Janna collapsed into a chair, panting hard. Her whole body burned. She pressed her forehead into her palm, closing her eyes. She felt…well, she felt amazing! Every inch of her skin tingled delightfully. Her breasts heaved, their weight a stark countermeasure to the fullness of her ass and hips. Her body seemed to vibrate with the lingering tactile pleasure of Dava’s slap.

  Janna found herself leaning back into the chair. She parted her legs, moaning at the wonderful ache in her cunt. The feeling of emptiness. She found her hand sliding towards it. She gasped as her fingers slid inside of her.

  “Mmmmn,” she moaned, shaking from even so light a touch. She stretched out, her toes curling in pleasure as she began to stroke her moist cunny. “Oh Stars…” In some remote part of herself she knew she should feel shame. To be openly masturbating in public, completely naked. But the thought only sent another warm rush through her. To be on display. To have every eye appreciating her curves. Wanting to be fuck her or be her. She moaned wantonly.

  “See you’re already getting used to your new body.”

  Janna’s smoky eyes slid open to see a grinning Dava looming before her. The security office giggled. “Well good news! I found your christening cock!”

  Janna looked sideways, her heart palpating at the thought of another tall and heavily built man like Tallis. His eyes glowing with desire for her shapely form.

  What she got instead was a stunted creature with hard reptilian eyes and a scaly hide. His tongue flicked from a muzzle and a pair of belts were strapped across his chest. Hunchbacked, his neck was craned forward and his scaly hide glowed with a bioluminescent paint in a wide variety of savage tattoos.

  “Drax,” Janna breathed. A rare species in civilized space. They never interacted with humans in the Ring Worlds. A warlike slaver species, they had preyed on humanity during the initial expansion from the Ring Worlds and beyond until the United Navy took the fight to them. Now only their scattered pirate clans remained, roaming the systems in search of easy prey to take and sell to splicers or worse.

  They had been a lurking terror for Janna whenever she took her ship out. Would this be the day they would come upon her? Would blast her engines and take her ship, selling her or worse, keeping her for themselves?

  Yet as she looked at the leering reptilian, Janna felt her body grow warmer. Her heart thundered with desire for the maleness of the creature.

  “He’s a very loyal customer,” Dava laughed, running her hand down the alien’s glowing chest. He made a soft clicking sound, pushing open his robe to reveal his wedge shaped reptilian cock. “Well Janna? Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” Janna moaned softly.

  “Why not show him?”

  Janna felt a shudder of hot humiliation in her. Yet she rose. Gripping the table, she turned around and bent over it, thrusting out her quivering ass for the alien’s inspection. “P-please. Fuck me.”

  Dava laughed. “Well it would be rude not to after that!”

  The Drax seemed to agree. With a throaty growl, it prowled forward. She groaned and wiggled her ass invitingly. Gasped as she felt the alien’s four fingers sink into the soft globes of her swollen ass, the claws acute points of sweet pain.

  The alien hissed something in its own foul tongue. Its cock found her folds and sheathed itself into her as easily as any blade. She moaned, the alien’s cold cock like a balm within her heated insides. The kind of cock she had spent so many nights dreading. Fearing. It entered her easily, formed for the insistent invasion of reticent females.

  The Drax hissed, leaning over her. Its cold skin pressed against the small of her back and pliant bum. It began to thrust inside of her, ruthlessly fucking her. She moaned. Pleasure burst through her mind. Thoughts spiralled away. The lights of the women moving about the club beat into her eyes. Her lustful moans joined the chorus throughout the brothel.

  “Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Please!”

  The Drax hissed. It came soon, burying its cock deep inside of her, its oily cum stuffing her clutching channel. But if she thought that would be the end, Janna was sorely mistaken.

  She was flipped onto her front, her legs hooking over the creature’s hips. She moaned as it fucked her on the table. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper with his every thrust. Her breasts heaved. His hands abandoned her ass and clawed at them, awakening new heights of pleasure as his tongue found their hard peaks.

  The world spiralled away. Pleasure consumed her. Devoured her. The alien rutted her on all fours and in the chair. She bathed his cock with her tongue and drank his seed. No act of debauchery was too low for her then. Her body craved it. She revelled in it. Through it all, her thoughts drifted on a cloud of pink arousal.

  She wanted it.

  She needed it.

  The haze swallowed her. Her last conscious memory was as the Drax leaned over her, his cock probing at the pink star of her asshole. She giggled then, fluttering her long lashes as she pulled her wide hips open and grabbed her knees so he might have unrestricted access. The Drax, his luminous painting spinning through the darkness like living bands of neon, hissed in amusement. Thrust inside of her.

  And darkness took her.

  The End

  Janna’s legs were held at ease. Her ass cradled in something soft. She sighed, her body aching and malleable. She felt whole. Complete for the moment.

  Her lashes fluttered, eased open.

  She was in the chair again. Morinth’s green lights glowed through the darkness. The scientist himself stood before her, hands clasped behind his back. The neon band of light before his eyes hummed softly in the darkness.

  This did not seem strange to her. It seemed right. She idly touched her ears and felt the projectors hooked on them again. “…How…How long have you been standing there?” she asked.

  He shrugged.

  Janna wriggled a little, noting idly she wasn’t strapped down. She felt almost disappointed. �
��What…what happens now?”

  “You are at a cross road,” he said without apparent interest. As if reciting a script from a piece of paper. Which he might be doing she mused, eying the green band before his eyes. “For the moment, your body is sated. Your libido in check. For the moment.”

  Janna nodded sluggishly. It was true. She felt the cum of the Drax on her thighs and pert bum. She blushed prettily. But even then, sitting in the chair, she felt the dull ache begin. The growing need in her greedy loins for another cock.

  “We can stop here,” Morinth said. “I can even instill some safeguards into your mind. Allow you greater control of your lust as I have for Dava. Not that she seems to notice,” he added with a glance at the corner.

  Janna followed his look to see Dava seated at the desk, naked and flushed, a hand clutching her breast while she fucked herself with a dildo. When she saw Janna look her way she smiled and waved, the dildo slurping in and out of her cunt.

  Janna shivered as the tactile tingling of lust began beneath her skin. She forced herself to look back to Morinth. “O-or?”

  “Or, I complete the third stage. Turn you into a lust addled slut and employ you in the brothel. I make a tidy profit from it, and so shall you. Until you pay me back for the procedures. It might take decades, true. But I have the means to ensure you persist through it. Forever young. Forever with a body of soft, nubile flesh. Without a care but for the next cock filling you. A perfect slut until your debt is repaid. And even then, if you wish to stay, that can be arranged.” He made an idle gesture. “It would be a service for mankind really. To fund my work which humanity so desperately needs.”

  “Oooh,” Dava moaned from the chair.

  Janna nodded, lust burning in her veins. “I…I can live. Like that?”

  “A life of unending pleasure.” He tapped a console, and a screen grew before her eyes. Holographic green, it hummed with a series of very legal words in very small letters. And at the bottom, a blank line. “Your choice,” he said.

  She tried to think on it. Tried to approach it rationally. But the ache grew more. Teasing the frayed edges of her senses. She felt herself grow wet at the mere touch of the webbed seat dug into her rear. The cool chrome of the metal sent shivers off her warm skin. “Has…has anyone said no?”

  “One,” he said, cocking his head back towards the woman masturbating gleefully at his desk. “Dava did. She enjoys her current state, but takes a certain pleasure in bringing others to me. It is sufficient. She serves me better where she is.”

  Janna nodded. Her breath grew short. But the glorious surrender was just beyond her reach. Beckoning her to fall over that edge. To succumb to it. She raised a shaky hand, and pressed her thumb against the screen.

  There was a soft beep as the screen vanished, taking with it an imprint of her print. Morinth nodded. “Let it begin.”

  Janna relaxed as the shackles closed on her wrists and ankles. Her submission was complete. She sighed as the chair shifted, easing her back. Parting her legs until her warm mons was on full display. She watched joyously as the pads for her breasts descended. Morinth took them, planting the pads on her heaving tits, sealing them with a hiss. The insistent probe of a mechanical phallus prodded her slickened folds.

  Morinth loomed over her. His visor hummed before his eyes as he pressed the bands behind her ears. She smiled. Heard the click. And the holographic field flashed before her eyes. The dildo pushed into her. The pads began to hum

  Oblivion took her. She melted into it, and surrendered her mind to the will of her body.

  Epilogue

  The music pulsed through her. She moved to it. Wide hips swung like a pendulum, ass shaking, buzzing faintly with a bubble pink holographic skirt. Her hands slid up her narrow waist, fingers trailing along the hollow of her stomach. They pawed at heaving breasts which shook with her every breath, pasties of light humming over her large dark nipples.

  Janna thrust out her ass, grinding against the crotch of her latest client. A man whose face was a network of scars. A pirate, his garish jacket draped over his flightsuit and a pair of tight pants. He groaned as her bubble butt rubbed against his cock, squeezing and thrusting. Her teasing overwhelmed him. With a snarl, he grabbed her and threw her atop the table. Janna gasped, then smiled, fluttering long lashes over her shoulder.

  He entered her easily. She had long done away with underwear unless her client demanded them. They only got in the way. She moaned, thrusting back against his hips as he roughly fucked her, hammering her ever tight cunt, a costly procedure but she never regretted it.

  Soon enough the pirate spent himself, hosing her insides with his cum. No match for her hungry pussy. When he pulled out Janna straightened, fluffing her hair and giving the man a flirtatious wink over her shoulder.

  “Next time,” she giggled, moving away.

  She reeked of sex. It bled from her in a haze of pheromones that filled the air of the brothel like a fine mist. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, she swayed across the floor, inviting eyes and hands to grope her. Some did, pinching her shapely bum and slapping the plush flesh to make it jiggle.

  An arm grabbed her and yanked her down. Janna squealed in surprise, only to moan as a pair of lips as soft as her own were pressed against her. She melted to the kiss, groaning as a pair of skillful fingers found her well stretched groove and stroking the puffy flesh.

  They broke the kiss and Janna finally saw her newest lover. A reflective security visor peeled back to reveal familiar sultry blue eyes and the hint of golden bangs. “Hey Janna. How’s my favourite little bimbo slut?”

  Janna giggled, wrapping her arms around Dava’s neck. “Mmm! I’m just…so good! Ah!” She gasped as Dava stroked her moistened folds, fingers buzzing against her holo panties. Fluttering her lashes coyly, Janna thrust her mons against Dava’s hands to force more of the security officer’s fingers inside of her. Gleefully Janna kissed Dava again, pulling them together wantonly, naked flesh rubbing against the smooth rubber of uniform.

  Dava welcome it, leaning Janna against the rim of the table as she pushed her fingers deeper into her friend. She broke the kiss with a gasp, shaking her head quickly to clear it of the lustful haze. “Oh Janna,” she giggled. “I could kiss those pretty lips of yours all night! But we have other things to do.”

  Janna cocked her head prettily. “We do?”

  Dava nodded. “Oh yeah. Come on. Morinth wants to see you.”

  Immediately Janna brightened. She even allowed Dava to retrieve her hand with only a small groan of protest before rising. She was beyond excited to meet with Morinth again. Every time she found herself in the cool steel laboratory it was to be altered further. Her body molded into an even more tempting piece of ass. She remembered the last time vaguely, as most of her memories were. Hazy moments of pleasure interspersed with vivid moments and faces that made little sense alone. But she didn’t worry about it. After all, Morinth owned her, and he made all her decisions for her. It was he and Dava that decided she should stop wearing clothes and get holo projector implants.

  Janna felt a small pang of unaccustomed sadness at the memory of what that had cost her. They’d sold her ship. After all, she wouldn’t need it. She was always too busy whoring in the brothel. But still, thinking about it made her sad. Fortunately, she soon forgot about it again, her face again assuming the doped look of the lusty sexpot waiting for her next fuck.

  The door slid open and they entered the chrome lab. The green glow was soothing, washing over Janna with a caress like an old friend. Morinth sat behind the desk, looking bored as ever with the onerous task of running his business.

  “Here she is!” Dava sang as he pushed Janna towards the desk. “Your favourite little bimbo slut all ready for you.”

  Janna blushed deeply but fluttered her lashes at Morinth. He raised his head, green visor washing with colour, his mouth the same thin line she remembered. He rose from the desk and walked around it to stand before her.

  For a moment, he simpl
y did that. Then he reached forward and cupped her cunt.

  Janna gasped, melting against his palm. He’d never touched her like this before. She swayed where she stood as he methodically felt the tight lips of her folds and stroked the gentle parting of her groove. He nodded slowly to himself.

  “Yes. I think you’ll do.”

  He took away his hand. Janna groaned, pouting and flushed. He moved back around the desk and tapped some keys. “A mining company is looking for a few women to take with them on an expedition. They’re mining some meteors in the belt around Verex.”

  The name lit some vague light in Janna’s head. She nodded. “Yeah?”

  “Yes.” He tapped at the keys on the desk, summoning up a screen. “The owner wants a few good sluts to keep his men happy while they work. They’ll be there for six months at a time and he’s worried about them getting troublesome. He believes easy access to a few eager women will do wonders for morale. You were a spacer, so I figured you’d be a good choice.”

  Janna licked her lips. “So…um, there would be like…a bunch of cocks? Just for me?”

  “That’s right.”

  Janna squealed and clapped her hands. “Oh! That sounds great! I’d be just, so happy to go!”

  “I thought as much,” Morinth said, already bored as he tapped at the keys. “I’ll attach your name to it.”

  Dava giggled, grabbing Janna and jumping up and down with her gleefully. “Oh Janna! I’m so happy for you!”

  Janna laughed, her breasts bouncing on her chest. “I’m like, going to have so much fun!”

  “Yeah!” Dava’s expression abruptly turned sly. She pulled Janna close, lowering her voice to a whisper. “But you should really reward Morinth for his work you know.”

  Janna gasped, shocked by the prospect. “Oh. Do you think I should?”

  Dava giggled. She pulled Janna around the desk. Morinth didn’t even notice until Janna was on her knees and opening the zipper of his pants. He paused, looking down, his visor glowing against his face. “What are you doing?”