The Dominar Ship

Katya ran as fast as she could, gas mask still on, in the direction of the largest Dominar ship. She had absolutely no idea what she would do when she got there. It was a few miles still to go, and that gave her plenty of time to think about Mikhail becoming a bimbo, coming harder than he ever had, transformed in mindless service to his new alien overlords. She spotted a few more Dominars on her way, at least two of whom were leading fat-titted bimbos around on leashes. She gave these a wide berth.

When she arrived at Novosibirk’s main square, she found it now filled with the enormous round structure of the ship, its walls like smooth concrete. She started walking around it in a wide circle, not knowing what else to do. Surely there must be an entrance or exit somewhere. The Dominars and their bimbos had to get in and out somehow.

Then she spotted a Dominar and his bimbo, making their way the short distance from the edge of the square toward the sheer wall of the ship. Katya’s muscles tensed, ready to follow them if necessary.

But as she did, Katya noticed that the waddling bimbo was clearly extremely pregnant. She stared at this for several seconds from inside the doorway of an abandoned real estate office, its implications sinking in. The aliens were breeding the bimbos, using them to carry their offspring. The human race were nothing more than their breeding stock.

Then an opening exactly the size of the two figures suddenly appeared in the side of the ship, and Katya had no more time. She sprinted forward. Someone absolutely would see her. But she had come all this way, and had no alternatives. In any case, there were no apparent guards or anything like that.

Somehow Katya made it inside without anyone seeming to see her. She stopped just inside the door, stifling a gasp when the space she just passed through became part of the wall again. She pressed herself against a wall, waiting for the Dominar and bimbo that she had followed through to disappear along the corridor. At the next junction, the pair turned. The Dominar never looked at her. The bimbo, this one dark-haired, did look directly at Katya. But she said nothing, instead just giggling at the sight of the gas-masked woman. She must giggle a lot, as the alien paid his charge no mind, and the pair disappeared around the corner.

Katya had no idea where she was going, so she stuck to as close to straight ahead as she could manage. She into one room that was full of what were basically high-tech chairs for bimbos, each one apparently very pregnant. Several of them were moaning and groaning as silver alien dildos pumped in and out of their pussies. Katya could feel herself soaking through her underwear. But there were no Dominars there, and no sign of a mainframe, so she hurried on.

She hurried on down the bright white corridors, a couple times ducking into alcoves or side hallways to avoid passing Dominars. Her breath felt very hot inside her gas mask.

Finally, she ran out of hallway at an empty, all-white room, with a single, also white pedestal in the center. She had been expecting a wall’s worth of blinking lights and dials, but maybe she should be looking for something more minimalist? In a few other rooms along the way, she had seen Dominars operating pedestals like this one, above which appeared what looked like the kind of stuff she would be used to seeing like a computer screen when they waved their hands. Maybe instead of a wall of dials, she should be looking for something more… minimalist?

She took several steps forward, to stand over the pedestal. She waved her hands tentatively above the surface. Nothing. Maybe there was a password? Then again, maybe it didn’t need to be on. She just needed to inject the altered nanobots into the mainframe. This was clearly part of the computer system somehow. Maybe it was part of the mainframe. She felt the surface directly. It felt… soft, somehow. Like a needle might penetrate its surface.

Katya pulled out the hypodermic and pulled off the cap. She took a deep breath and prepared got ready to try to inject the surface.

She was cut off by a Dominar appearing in the doorway and shouting at her in his alien language. She froze, the needle poised just above the pedestal. Immediately, the Dominar strode toward her. She backed up quickly, dropping the needle on the white floor with a clatter. It took only a few steps for her back to hit the wall.

Katya took note in that moment, somehow, of the Dominar’s huge cock dangling outside of his uniform. She began to scream, but she was cut off when his huge hand closed around her throat. He lifted her up against the wall easily, Katya’s weak legs kicking ineffectually.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, suddenly speaking Russian. She realized that he must have nanobots in him, too. “You haven’t even been processed.”

With his free hand, he reached up and pulled off her mask. She gasped for air in her horror, not realizing that she was breathing in huge heaps of the Dominar’s pheromones. She didn’t know that Dominars had engineered themselves to produce pheromones that caused females to become deeply obedient to them.

“Stop struggling,” the Dominar said, and she stopped. “Relax.”

Oh god, why had she stopped? He released his hold, allowing Katya to stand on her own two feet. But she didn’t run. She couldn’t get her body to move. What was happening? Her body wasn’t even tense. She waited docilely, her face without expression as he studied her.

Finally, he said, “On your knees,” and Katya immediately dropped to the floor in obedience. Oh fuck, his huge alien cock was only a foot or so from her face. She could smell it. It smelled… so, so good. Oh no. Her body was betraying her, but not because of the pheromones. They weren’t what was making her so wet.

Then the Dominar said, “Take this,” and held out a small aerosol-type device, almost like an inhaler. Katya did. There was no question in her mind that this contained the nanobot cocktail that could immediately turn her into a bimbo. She knew what he would say next. She should be scared out of her wits. Why, now that this moment was finally here, was she so, so turned on?

“Put it up to your mouth and push the button on the side.”

Before Katya could even form the thought that she might not want this, her body obeyed. The nanites flooded into here system.

She could immediately tell that they were making changes to her body. But strangely, it didn’t hurt. It actually felt really, really good. Katya collapsed forward onto her hands and knees at the whirlwind of sensations flowing through her.

“Perfect,” said the Dominar. He walked around behind her, her ass growing more plump as he watched it, her tits ballooning out.

In retrospect, Katya’s life was divided between before the moment the Dominar’s cock entered her and after. What she felt as he fucked her, while the nanites turned her body into that of a bimbo, could not be described in human language. Except to say that, as experiences go, it was an extremely pleasant one.

She felt the Dominar’s truly enormous member slamming into her, and her mind disappeared. She became nothing but her experiences.

As her body changed, her mind changed, as well. A large part of her was terrified, sure, but another part of her wanted this. Just wanted things to be over so that she could move to the part of her life where she could just be dumb and cum constantly. That sounded pretty good. And that part of her was getting bigger and bigger with every second, between the nanobots and the Dominar cock pounding into her.

Wouldn’t it be nice, to just be a little Dominar slut? To get fucked over and over, to get pregnant with their alien spawn, to never have to worry again? It sounded better and better.

I WANT TO BE A DOMINAR SLUT. I WANT THE DOMINARS TO FUCK MY BRAINS OUT. I WANT TO BE A LITTLE BIMBO SLUT FOREVER.

Oh no. Where did that come from? The nanobots had pulsed those thoughts directly into Katya’s brain, as if she had been having those thoughts herself. They would be her constant companion now.

The Dominar spurted his seed inside her, and as he did, he said, “Good girl.”

Every orgasm Katya had ever had in her life paled in comparison. She collapsed forward onto her new massive boobs.

The Dominar walked over, his huge dick still swinging beneath him, and picked up the needle containing the altered nanobots.

“I wonder if this would have done anything,” he said. “Guess we’ll never know.” He looked back at Katya. “Oh yeah, forget your name.”

And she did. And that is how the last human in Novosibirsk became a bimbo.