The Bimbofication of Earth

Thanks to Draven Mesmer

No one would have believed back then that this world was being watched keenly and closely by masculinity greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own, that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over their planet. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger. Some might be curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days, if they could still think of anything except worshiping alien cocks. For across the gulf of space, aliens with dicks vast and unsympathetic regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.

And so, before long, all of the human race would be bimbos.

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It had been a pretty good day at work for Robert. They had finally landed the Barton account. After that, he and his co-workers had gone out to celebrate. At the bar, he’d struck up a conversation with Maureen, the assistant with the frizzy red hair that he’d had his eye on for some time. They were so intent on talking to each other that they didn’t notice the news updates scrolling by on the bar’s TV screens. He now had her cell number in his phone, and he could have sworn she had given him a look…

It had been a bit of a dry spell. He wasn’t the tallest guy and didn’t have a perfect body, but he did do his best to get to the gym, sometimes.

Still, by the time he got back to his apartment, Robert was very tired and maybe a little tipsy, so he went right to bed, naked, without the usual scrolling through social media. He actually had some pretty nice dreams involving Maureen. She was just an A-cup, but his imaginary version of her did know some pretty involved tricks with her tongue. It was much more vivid than his dreams usually got.

He woke up, still groggy, to the sound of his alarm. He had an absolutely raging morning hard on, he noticed. He wondered if he had time to rub one out before work. Something in the air in his bedroom smelled off. Like someone around the corner was selling a very large amount of cotton candy. And the sounds of the city were strangely… missing. No honking horns, no construction, no ambulances. He picked up his phone, and immediately saw both that he had no signal and that there was still an unread notification from an emergency alert in the middle of the night.

“EMERGENCY OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN,” it read. “REMAIN IN YOUR HOMES. MORE INFORMATION TO COME.”

He opened the door to his bedroom and walked out into his living room. He noticed that he had left the window behind his couch open the night before. Leaving it for now, he picked up the remote control for the TV and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. He reached over and flicked the light switch. Nothing. The power was out.

He noticed that the cotton candy smell had gotten stronger. He walked over to the window and looked out. It was a foggy morning, he thought. Then he realized that it wasn’t a normal fog. It was… pinkish. It covered the sun, casting the world in a strange light. Everything had been tinged pink. Then Robert noticed tendrils of pink creeping through the open window and into his apartment. The smell crept into his nostrils and turned into something else, a fizzing. Like his whole body had just taken a big gulp of soda.

Panicked, he slammed the window shut. Fuck, his prepper brother had been right. The world was coming to an end. But what was this stuff? He had a "go bag" in his closet, his brother had insisted. But the alert had said to stay put. And it wasn’t like he had a gas mask. He couldn’t go out into that stuff. Even just a small sniff had made him feel so…fuzzy.

His anxiety hastened his breathing, and the fizzing in his body only increased. He hadn’t put any clothes on yet, and he realized just then that his boner had only intensified. It was almost painful. But it felt really good, actually. Really, really good.

That was when he realized his chest was growing. Specifically, he was growing a pair of women’s breasts. It was developing into a very nice pair, actually. He cupped his growing breasts in his hands. They were smooth, and perfect, and already at least B-cups.

He rushed to the bathroom so he could get a better look at what was happening to him. He barely recognized himself. The girl staring back at him was every inch a bimbo. Her hair was platinum blonde and getting longer by the second. She had full lips, perfect for cocksucking. Her boobs were getting bigger and rounder, her ass full and jiggly. She still had a cock, though it was somehow getting smaller, even though it had stayed very hard.

Robert groaned. He had never felt anything like this. The pleasure overwhelmed his capacity for rational thought, for fear, for questioning what was going on. It was as if, the smaller his cock got, the more concentrated the pleasure he was feeling in it became.

Finally, his tiny dick came, and he collapsed on the floor of his bathroom. Spurt after spurt of white, gooey cum splattered his bathroom, his hips bucking involuntarily. It was a much bigger load of jizz than he usually had, as if his body was trying to get rid of every last drop.

When Robert again realized what was going on around her, she was lying naked on the bathroom floor, her front covered in sticky cum. Her cock was completely gone, replaced with a bright pink pussy. Her tits were now at least double-Ds. Tits was the only word for them. And somehow, her head felt fuzzy and slow, like it was filled with the same cotton candy she had smelled earlier. What was happening?

She groaned and got to her feet. She teetered at first, since her weight was all in different places than she was used to. Fuck, she was feeling… what _was _that feeling? It came from her new pussy and radiated up into her body. It was like a hunger, but not for food.

Robert heard a knock on her door. Who could that be? They were all supposed to shelter in place. She stumbled over to the front door. Her brain was so foggy that she forgot that that she was still completely naked.

She opened the front door to see another woman there, also completely naked. This woman was hot as fuck. She had long, black hair, a set of bee-stung red lips, two round globes for tits, and a visibly wet, hairless pussy.

“He…hello?” Robert managed. Her new voice was so breathy and strange. She sounded like a toy doll.

“Yes, I’m Luisa Echeverria,” the woman said tentatively, “from apartment, uh… 212, I guess? Next door?”

Luisa? Robert knew her. But she didn’t recognize this woman. Mrs. Echevarria was 85 years old. She had great-grandchildren. She couldn’t possibly be this naked whore in the doorway.

But then again, Robert had been a man five minutes earlier. Fuck, she was so hot. And Robert was very, very horny.

The two of them stared at each other for several seconds, then Luisa stammered, “I wanted to… I wanted to find someone and see if it was just me. If it was…”

Then they couldn’t keep each other’s hands off each other. The two bimbos fell into a deep, sloppy kiss, and stumbled backward into Robert’s apartment. They ended up on her couch, a tangle of needy pussy and tits. Robert had never felt a tongue on her clit before. It was the closest she had ever felt to pure ecstasy, not just in her snatch but shooting through her body. It was like all her new nerve endings were on fire, but it was a good fire.

Then she orgasmed. She had just come a few minutes earlier, as a man, but this was very different. Everything went pink and fuzzy.

Afterward, Robert and Luisa lay together on the couch, leaking their bimbo juices onto each other. “Dios, I hadn’t come in so long,” Luisa said. “And it was never like that. And my head is… all fuzzy. Like in my brain. What happened to us?”

“I dunno,” Robert said in her new, squeaky bimbo voice. “I remember being Robert, but it seems not super important somehow?”

Then they heard a loud, machinery-type rumble coming from the apartment window, and the two bimbos bounced from the couch over to her balcony. They leaned over the railing to try and see what was going on, not remembering or caring that an hour earlier they both would have been mortified to stand out on the street completely naked like this.

Men in camouflage uniforms, carrying guns, marched through the street below them. They all wore gas masks over their faces.

One held a megaphone up to his face. “This is the Army!” He announced. “Stay in your homes. Seal all windows and doors. We are working to assess the situation and will provide more information shortly.”

A man giving orders. Shit, he sounded so authoritative. It sent vibrations straight to Robert’s pussy. This whole thing was so confusing. Luisa seemed to feel the same way, given how she was shaking her tits at the soldiers while squealing and waving. Neither of them made any move to go inside or seal off the windows and doors, though. Nor did either of them notice the new pink cloud slowly creeping down the street toward the soldiers.

“The pink fog!” shouted one. “Find cover!”

But before the soldiers could get very far, the cloud overtook them. A strange silence descended on the street as the platoon was enveloped.

Then they heard a scream and a male voice yelled, “My dick! The masks do nothing!”

This was followed by a series of other screams. They became higher pitched as they went on.

A few moments later, the pink fog cleared, and in place of soldiers Robert could see that the street was now filled with somewhat confused-looking bimbos. Some of them had stripped off their uniforms during their transformation, while others were still wearing fatigues with the fronts torn open to expose their huge tits. Many of these uniforms were now streaked with cum from the soldiers’ final orgasms as men. Robert watched one former soldier blink, confused at her surroundings, now a perfect, cute Asian bimbo whose breasts threatened to burst open her uniform.

Robert and Luisa both felt somewhat disappointed that the men were gone. They would have liked to fuck the men. But they both giggled and waved at the new bimbos anyway. A few waved back.

Then, out of nowhere, Robert’s field of vision was filled with somewhere else entirely. She let out a little shriek.

The image filling her eyes was of the Oval Office in the White House, she thought, but behind the desk sat, not the President, who currently was, as usual, an old White guy, but a naked, hot woman with enormous boobs and bright pink hair.

“Don’t freak out, my fellow Americans,” she said, in a voice that was somehow squeaky and breathy at the same time, entirely devoid of gravitas. “I’m being beamed straight into your opt… your opten… your eyeballs by tiny robots. You didn’t go anywhere. The tiny robots are called nanner… nanobots, and that’s what was in that pink fog that you breathed today. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m the President. Those robots changed me, the same way, if you’re seeing this, they changed you. They made me what I was always meant to be, a dumb, slutty bimbo.”

Both Robert and Luisa calmed down a little and sat down in the chairs on Robert’s balcony to watch the show. It all seemed to make sense so far, more than anything else that had happened. Robert thought the woman did look a little like the President, if he were in his 20s and a woman and had pink hair and massive sexy tits.

“The pink fog is a gift, from the Dominars. They have come from another planet to make us all bimbos and to fuck us all so good.” Oh… Robert wanted to get fucked so good really bad. “They want to put their babies in us. This is what humans are, from now on. Just stupid, horny baby factories. Doesn’t that sound so fucking sexy?”

Robert did think that sounded really fucking sexy. She was so wet right now.

“And wait until you see their cocks,” the President said, licking her lips.

Right after this, a Dominar walked onto the “screen,” completely naked, and Robert’s breath caught. The alien looked not so dissimilar from a human man, but the sexiest one that she could imagine. He was over seven feet tall. Enormous muscles rippled under his skin. He was entirely bald, and his expression was one of complete confidence.

But it was his enormous cock that caught Robert’s eye. It was rock hard, thick, and had to be at least a foot and a half long. She felt herself salivating at the sight. She needed that cock so bad.

The President seemed to feel the same way, except she was within a foot of his giant dick. She stared at it so hard she went cross eyed, and her tongue fell out of her mouth. She drooled visibly on her desk in the Oval Office at the sight of the alien cock.

“Suck,” ordered the Dominar, in a deep voice that seemed to go straight to Robert’s new clitty and make it vibrate with need.

The President sprang into action with gusto, her mouth straining to get around even a relatively small portion of the invader’s member. She vigorously worked the rest of the shaft with both hands.

Then the Dominar turned directly to the camera, seeming to stare right at Robert, and said, “You will now rub your cunt.”

Hurriedly, she did. She masturbated while she listened to his insanely sexy voice. So did Luisa, and all the girls in the street, and everyone else who the pink fog had managed to touch so far.

“Humans are now the slaves of the Dominars,” the alien continued, as the President continued to enthusiastically blow him. “Our nanobots will shape all of your bodies into shapes that please us. Your flesh is now ours to do with as we will.”

Robert moaned at how his voice made her feel while she furiously rubbed her little pink clit.

“We will make you stupid, docile, and slutty. The purpose of your species is now to serve us. You are now breeding stock, and nothing more.”

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, but the scene from the White House continued to play on the inside of her eyelids.

“You will beg to suck our cocks while we strip your planet of every resource it possesses. You cannot resist. You will not resist. You will obey. You will suck. You will fuck. You will only obey and suck and fuck. Forever.”

And then, the words began to play in Robert’s head, and in every other bimbo’s head. She didn’t know this, but the nanites were stimulating just the right neural pathways to make her brain form the words of its own accord.

“OBEY THE DOMINARS. SERVE THE DOMINARS. I AM A FUCKSLUT FOR THE DOMINARS. I EXIST TO SERVE DOMINAR COCK.”

It went on like this, and on, and on. The nanites kept projecting the mantras into the bimbos' brains ceaselessly. It was very hard to think of anything else, not that Robert wanted to. She was getting very close.

“In a moment, I will tell you to orgasm,” the Dominar said, now more openly fucking the President’s face. She choked loudly on his cock, drool falling down her chin and onto her big tits. “When you do, it will burn away every thought you’ve ever had that wasn’t about serving us. You will just be a docile little fuckslave, forever, when you orgasm.”

All around her, Robert could hear bimbos moaning in ecstasy, begging the alien to let them come. One of the voices might have been her own, she didn’t really recognize it yet.

“Orgasm now.”

It was like a bright white light exploded inside Robert’s brain. She screamed.

When she regained her senses, she could still see the Oval Office. The President now had a huge grin on her face, which, like her tits and chest, was now absolutely drenched in a prodigious amount of sticky alien cum.

“Well, I for one welcome our new Dominar masters,” she said. Robert agreed wholeheartedly.

Author’s Note: I have a few initial chapters planned for this story, I’m definitely hoping other folks will be inspired to write their own branches. This may end up a little gonzo compared to other stuff I’ve posted here recently, but what can I say? I contain multitudes.