Robert/Bobbie, a Regular Guy-turned-Bimbo

The Dominars told everyone to stay in their houses or apartments until further notice. One of the first things they did after landing was take over the public water supply, into which they infused, not only more of their pink nanobots, so that anyone who drank it would be immediately bimbofied, but also a series of compounds that, when ingested, caused humans to receive all the calories, vitamins, minerals, etc. that they needed to survive. From now on, real food would be for Dominars only.

Between this and the nanobots curing any ongoing disease that individual might have had, it also meant that no one had to go anywhere to go get supplies or order Doordash or anything. All of the new bimbos could just sit at home and get hornier and hornier, cumming and cumming while they listened to the mantras of obedience playing in their heads, until the invaders could get around to them.

Robert had started think of herself as “Bobbie,” when she thought at all. That wasn’t very often. It was just less confusing to call herself by a girl's name. A lot of things confused her these days, so most of the time she just didn’t try to think at all and let the Bots in her head and body take over.

Day and night, whether she was awake or asleep, the mantras kept playing, so far inside her they were indistinguishable from her own thoughts: “I LIVE TO SERVE THE DOMINARS. THE DOMINARS MAKE ME WET. EVERY HUMAN SHOULD BE A BIMBO. EVERY BIMBO SHOULD BE A DOMINAR FUCKSLAVE…”

She didn’t know how much of the human race had been bimbofied. Part of her figured it couldn’t be all of them, because the aliens kept showing her broadcasts on the inside of her eyelids of various famous humans who had just been either turned into bimbos or captured. The latter were her favorites, because the Dominars would then turn their new captives into bimbos live on the broadcast, and then immediately fuck and likely breed the new, disoriented bimbos. Usually the new girls would stick their tongues out, their eyes unfocused, and just drool like imbeciles as their brains broke.

Bobbie wasn’t sure which was her favorite of these broadcasts, Beyoncé or the King of England. But they were all so fucking hot.

“DOMINAR COCK IS THE ONE TRUE GOD. DOMINAR COCK IS MY MASTER. I MUST OBEY DOMINAR COCK. I MUST SERVE DOMINAR COCK.”

What she didn’t know was that the Dominars had not only laced the water supply with nourishing chemicals, but also with a potent cocktail of **** designed to make her perpetually horny and docile, while also drastically increasing fertility. She was too dumb now to realize that some of the bimbos she was starting to see on the feeds were starting to be visibly pregnant, when what would normally be far too little time had passed since the invasion has started. The nanobots had also been making changes to her reproductive system and eggs at the same time they changed her into a dumb, cock hungry bimbo. With a view to maximum efficiency, humans carrying a Dominar pregnancy had a gestation period of approximately one month.

These broadcasts were always beamed directly to her optic nerves. The power never did come back on. With all of their needs provided for via drinking water, the bimbos had no need of electricity. That could only distract them from daydreaming about being torn up by enormous alien cocks.

“THE DOMINARS ARE MY OWNERS. THE SOLE PURPOSE OF ALL HUMANS IS TO SERVE THE DOMINARS. THE SOLE PURPOSE OF ALL HUMANS HAS ALWAYS BEEN TO SERVE THE DOMINARS. THE SOLE PURPOSE OF ALL HUMANS WILL ALWAYS BE TO SERVE THE DOMINARS.”

Bobbie had no idea how long it was until she woke up one morning to find an order had been slipped into her brain. She was so far gone now that she had not even realized that, at some point, she had lost the ability to read, so even flashing words to her optical nerves would have been futile. The invaders had no need to burn books, Fahrenheit 451 style. Instead, they had quickly and efficiently removed the ability of their slavesluts to read with the changes their nanobots made to their brains.

The order was simple: to report to the nearest Dominar ship for processing. Finally! Maybe she would finally meet one of the aliens and get fucked. She needed their cocks to fuck her so bad. She hadn’t even seen a man of any species in person since the morning the invaders had first landed.

To her eyes, the street lit up in the direction that Bobbie was supposed to go, but even if it hadn’t, even in her current state, she would have known what the right direction was. That was because the alien ship that had landed near her city was enormous, dwarfing the human skyscrapers of the skyline.

It took most of a day to get there, and Bobbie hadn’t worn shoes, or any other clothes. But she didn’t mind. She got tired and her feet hurt, sure, but she barely noticed as the mantras of obedience played in her head.

“I AM A BIMBO. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A BIMBO. BIMBOS ARE DUMB AND HORNY. I AM DUMB AND HORNY. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN DUMB AND HORNY.”

When she finally neared the ship, a tower of an unknown metal stretching a seemingly impossible distance into the sky, she saw a long line of bimbos stretching away from the structure. She added herself to the end of it, and slowly moved forward with the line for the next several hours. It made no particular difference to her how long she stood there, she could masturbate and cum while fantasizing about Dominar cocks anywhere. That was what most if the other bimbos were doing, certainly.

Something deep inside her was almost inspired by the sight: a line of bimbos stretching into the distance, of all hair colors, sizes, and races. What they all had, though, were plump asses, big tits, dick-sucking lips, and vacant expressions on their faces.

It was nearly dark by the time Bobbie reached the ship. At the entrance stood the first Dominar she had ever seen in person. He was gray, bald, and nearly eight feet tall. He wore some sort of black uniform over much of his body, but there was a hole in it at his crotch, allowing his mighty cock to hang free. It wasn’t even hard, but it had to be over a foot long.

Bobbie couldn’t breathe when she saw him. She fell to her knees on the ramp up to the entrance to the alien ship, a dreamy, vacant expression on her face. His cock. She had to serve his cock. She needed it inside her with every cell in her body.

What she didn’t know was that, even beyond all the mantras and the programming, the Dominars had long ago engineered themselves to give off a pheromone that caused nearby females of all the species they had encountered so far to be completely unable to resist them. This was one of the original sources of the idea that they should just turn the other species entirely into females. And even if humans had some resistance to this pheromone, the nanobots had been hard at work, making their brains as susceptible as possible.

“Bimbo, stand and enter,” the Dominar intoned in his impossibly deep voice. He was just the guard at the entrance.

The only thing more powerful than Bobbie’s overriding desire for the alien in front of her was the need to obey. Especially when the speaker had the deep, authoritative voice of a Dominar. When she got to her feet, the rush at obeying him in person nearly made her come right then there (in reality, the nanobots were busily stimulating her pleasure centers to reward her). She rushed into the ship, without the slightest thought of what might await her.

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