A Choice

The President and the Fleet Commander went on to speak to the former richest man in the world, who was now a pregnant cumslut with a shock of purple hair, and a former Nobel Prize winning physicist, who went for several minutes about the virtues of being a brainless fuckdoll before the Commander, worried about their schedule, unilaterally told the brunette to forget all of her former life and to let any scientific knowledge she might have retained leak out of her gushing pussy as she came her brains out.

“We couldn’t let her keep that knowledge anyway, too dangerous,” he commented off-hand to the former President as the bimbo in the machine screamed in unmitigated ecstasy. “Not actually dangerous, certainly, but regulations are regulations.”

After talking briefly to the former highest-paid athlete on the planet, who had been thrilled to have all her old muscles replaced by soft bimbo flesh and a very pregnant belly, the unlikely pair came to a machine holding a tanned girl with long, jet black hair.

“This is Yellow Lithium 67,” explained the Commander. Before her change, she was the leader of one of your planet’s most popular… I think you call them ‘religions.’” He sighed. “Your species is among the most complex and confounding I have encountered.” He turned to the girl in the machine. “What did they call you?”

“Pope, I think,” said the bimbo softly, her voice sounding far away. A whirring within the machine caused the President to wonder if its mechanisms were pleasuring her right now as they watched.

This one, the former President had actually met, a few times. She thought for a moment that she maybe could see her old face in her new super sexy one.

“That is right,” said the Commander. “You worshiped a God, correct?”

“Y-yes.”

“And your God, have they intervened to prevent the bimbofication of your species?”

“No, Master.”

“Who do you worship now?”

The bimbo in the machine’s mouth worked for a moment, then she managed, “Y-you, Master. The Dominars and their fucking amazing cocks.”

“Good girl.”

As the former Pope instantly orgasmed, screaming her thanks to her new deities, the Commander subtly but firmly led the former President away. “Now that you’ve had the chance to consult with the leading examples of your species, it is time for our last stop.”

*****

Her mind, such as it was, had been elsewhere, but still the former President was surprised when she arrived that the Washington Monument was no longer at the center of the National Mall. It had been replaced with an enormous statue of a Dominar with a pregnant bimbo on all fours in front of him, her tongue sticking out and eyes crossing as his giant cock entered her from behind. She didn’t know that it was exactly the same height as the previous Monument, 554 feet tall, or that the aliens had reused the stone from most of the other memorials that had previously been around the Mall to build it. She just knew she wished she was the bimbo getting plowed.

Around the base of the new statue were what looked like hundreds of Dominars, many leading their own fuckslaves around on leashes or chains. She had never seen so many of the invaders in one place before. She was overwhelmed by the sight of all those enormous cocks, and almost crumpled to the ground. The Commander supported her easily.

“You’re almost done,” he said encouragingly. “I know it’s been a big day, and you’re a just a stupid wet cunt, but you’re almost done.”

Unable to do anything but obey him, she pressed forward. Even outdoors, the pheromones of hundreds of Dominars made her start drooling on her fat tits again before they made it to the base of the statue. There, they found the entrance to another elevator.

In a few moments, the pair emerged out onto the back of the giant bimbo, where a sort of platform appeared to have been set up. The Commander lifted her up onto it with no need for stairs and looked out as his fellow invaders below.

“Thanks to you, Dominars, we have now turned what was once the most powerful nation in this world into bimbos slavering for our mighty cocks!” he announced to the crowd. Cheering ensured. Somehow his voice was being amplified, though no microphone was visible. “To mark this latest victory in a long line, I now announce the completion of this monument, for all on this planet to know for all time who are the masters and who are the fuckslaves.”

He turned to the former President, who continued to have drool trailing from her chin. “Present yourself, Cunt,” he said.

Without the slightest hesitation, she dropped down on all fours, in the same pose as the statue, her jiggling ass in the air.

“Please Master,” she begged. “Please fuck me. I exist to get fucked. I need your cock. Please!”

A moment later, his enormous member was entering her, stretching her pussy. Ohhhhhhhh. She almost came right away. Then he started fucking her, and somehow she was driven to further heights. Still, the mantras continued in her head, driving out conscious thought. She was just a hole getting stretched by a massive cock.

“As you know,” the Commander said, continuing to address the crowd as he pounded into her, “in the Ancient Era, before we discovered how to travel between the stars and the Dominar Empire was born, the Wise Ones decreed that to enslave another against their will was wrong. This remains our law. But the Wise Ones did not know of other species, and how easy and enjoyable it would be to make those species into the dumb sluts they were always meant to be.”

“The Ancient Law had to be observed, but we also wanted to fuck bimbos. So a compromise was reached. Every planet must be given a choice before they are our slaves for all time.”

“Ev… every…” the former President almost said. Her huge tits flapped beneath her as the Commander slammed into her from behind.

The Commander leaned over to talk to her quietly. “You thought Earth the first planet we conquered? Your species is not special. We have bimbofied dozens of worlds. And each of them has been given the choice I give you now.”

A small black box with two buttons, one red, one blue, rose out of the platform in front of her. Oh fuck, his cock was so big. It felt so fucking good.

“Now, Red Nitrogen 79, most powerful human, you will choose,” the Fleet Commander ordered. “If you choose the blue button, your species will remain our bimbo fuckslaves forever. Everything your culture ever achieved will be torn down, as if it never existed. Your children and your children’s children will live to worship our cocks for all time. And your memories of your past life will be deleted, like all the rest of your species, and you will spend the rest of your days as a permanently pregnant cumslut.”

“If you choose the red button, however, all of the nanobots in your body, and all humans, will be deactivated, and we will leave this planet forever.”

What? The thought broke through her horny haze. The Dominars would… leave? Would she be President again? She didn’t understand. How was she supposed to serve their cocks if they left?

The Fleet Commander leaned over again and said quietly to her, “I do warn you, however, if you press the red button, I will stop fucking you, and you will not receive an orgasm. Now choose.”

Instantly and without any hesitation, she reached out and pressed the blue button.

…ohhh she loved Dominar cock so much. Red Nitrogen 79 had been born to be a pregnant fuckslave. It made her so happy to serve her purpose, it fulfilled every dream she had ever had.

“Good fuckslave,” said the Commander, and the nanobots instantly triggered every pleasure center in her body. She screamed, her cunt contracting again and again on his huge cock until he shot his seed deep toward her already pregnant womb.

She collapsed to the platform, rolling onto her back with her belly in the air. She kept shaking in ecstasy, coming again and again.

The Commander gestured to the pregnant bimbo on the platform at his feet, her eyes rolled up in her head, her huge tits, covered in her own drool, jiggling wildly as she came her little brains out.

“I present to you, the fate of the human species. Now and forever!” Below, the Dominars cheered.

She knew she had made the right choice.