The President of the United States

The former President was a pink-haired, big-titted, plump-assed bimbo now, and she lived her days in a horny haze. Moreso than almost any of the other new bimbos, she was surrounded at all times by Dominars and their cocks. The invaders had engineered themselves to produce large quantities of pheromones that made all females near them extremely horny, obedient and docile. She spent every day marinating in these pheromones, and her brain was thoroughly fried as a result.

Still, in her fog, the President came to a few realizations about her new masters. One was that she really, really liked their cocks. They were her new favorite thing in the world. Another was that they did not merely mean to conquer and enslave Earth. They had come to dominate Earth and its inhabitants, to fuck them completely and utterly.

When the Dominars processed a bimbo, they erased whatever human name she had before, using their nanobots to physically remove all memory of it from her brain, and then replaced it with a Dominar designation consisting of a color, a chemical element, and a number. These combinations allowed them to give a unique, relatively brief designation to each of the ever growing number of bimbos on Earth. In order to make sure that they would never have to remember a human name even then, they then permanently tattooed each girl’s designation on her forehead, marking her forever as their property.

Not only did the Dominars erase the names of the humans they processed, they removed their memories of who they used to be. Whether they had been a woman or a man, an accountant or a basketball star, this was irrelevant now. A bimbo needed only to remember who she was now, a dumb slut whose purpose in life was worshiping alien cocks. The nanobots inside every bimbo then caused their brains to pulse mantras reinforcing that this was how things had always been.

“I AM A BIMBO. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A BIMBO. ALL HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN BIMBOS. THE ONLY PURPOSE OF HUMANS IS TO SERVE DOMINAR COCK. HUMANS WERE CREATED TO SERVE DOMINAR COCK.”

This was easy to believe, not just because it was what the bimbos’ own brains were thinking for them, over and over, but also because the bimbos no longer had any memories of their lives before. As far as they knew, they had been slaves to alien cock for their entire lives.

Though she was now a bimbo like everyone else, the Dominars treated the President differently. While they did erase her name, they had made sure that she could still remember some things, like the fact that she had been the President of the United States. They seemed to think it was hot, or funny, or both, to ram their giant cocks up the ass of the pink-haired bimbo who had been most powerful human on the planet, and it would be less fun if she didn’t remember that fact. She supposed it was generally less enjoyable to reshape a planet completely in your image if there was nobody there to watch.

In fact, they frequently insisted she still was the President, and even though, as with all other bimbos, the nanobots had efficiently deleted her ability to read, they still made her sign her name to documents to “make things official.” She couldn’t write her new designation, Red Nitrogen 79, obviously, but she was given a stamp of her “name” that she could use to “sign” the new laws.

Her masters never **** her to sign anything, instead always giving her a “choice.” But she had the same mantras repeating in her head as the rest of the bimbos, and she was around their pheromones and their massive cocks all the time. So the aliens would simply tell her that if she stamped a document, they would fuck her. If she refused, they wouldn’t. Given that she was constantly, desperately horny and wet, she barely stopped to consider any option other than stamping whatever they put in front of her. Sometimes they only offered to let her suck them off. Just the promise of a Dominar cock in her throat was enough to get her to stamp a new law that all humans were now barred from wearing clothes. Bimbos had no need for clothes, anyway, they just got in the way of getting fucked. Clothes were for their masters.

Each time, they would explain to her what she was signing, though usually her dumb bimbo brain didn’t quite get what they were saying. She stamped a document declaring all human rights null and void and making all humans in the country Dominar property. She wasn't sure what the point of that was, it was just obvious. She approved a program establishing centers for the care and education of human children until they came of age, at which time the physical changes of the nanobots kicked in (though going forward, obviously, all human babies would be born bimbos). Until then, the children only had the mental changes, making them dumb, docile, and obedient to the Dominars. Of course, it would be the Dominars who determined the content of that education. She also stamped a document ordering that all human monuments in the country would be demolished and all human histories erased whenever possible. The goal of the Dominars was that, in only a few years, no one would remember that humans had ever been anything other than a species of eager bimbo cocksleeves.

Most of her time, however, was spent on a more important job: as the personal fuckslave of one of the higher-ranking Dominars. She was constantly there to keep his giant dick wet and serve him in every way possible. While it was common for Dominars to have several personal slaves of a lesser species, the invasion was only weeks old and there were still far more bimbos than Dominars for the time being. This would change rapidly due to the extremely high rate at which humans were being bred with Dominar children, as well as additional arrivals from elsewhere in the Dominarium. But in the meantime, Red Nitrogen 79 had been in high demand.

She got used to feeling her Master’s cock stretching one of her holes during many of her waking hours. He particularly liked to fuck her mouth, his huge member stretching her throat. She had completely lost her gag reflex, and now simply glugged away as she deepthroated a cock far bigger than any mere human’s.

He did like to use her other holes, as well, and very soon her belly had begun to grow. In addition to their changes to the physical appearance of humans, the nanobots had also changed their reproductive systems for greater efficiency. A bimbo carrying a Dominar’s offspring would give birth in only a month.

So it was only weeks before the President appeared extremely pregnant. Her Master continued to use her as before, though now he was more likely to fuck her up the ass than use her pussy. He seemed to think that it was hot to have her service him while looking like she was about to pop, her swollen belly a physical symbol of her total servitude to him.

“MY BODY BELONGS TO THE DOMINARS. MY PURPOSE IS TO CARRY DOMINAR CHILDREN. I LOVE BEING PREGNANT WITH DOMINAR CHILDREN. I THINK ITS SO FUCKING HOT TO HAVE A HUGE PREGNANT BELLY. BEING A DOMINAR BREEDSLAVE IS MY PURPOSE.”

She realized once, as the mantras about being bred by Dominars ran inside her head, that they would keep knocking her up, over and over. As soon as she gave birth to one baby, her Master would put another in her. This was her fate and that of every other human on Earth, to be a permanently pregnant bimbo with a cock in her ass, for the rest of her life.

God, that thought got her so wet.

Her Master was important enough that he was often summoned to important Dominar meetings in the repurposed Pentagon. Upon arrival, they had immediately flooded the place with their pink fog, turning all of the top brass of the American military into cock worshiping whores within ten minutes. Then they set up their own headquarters in the bunkers beneath.

While Red Nitrogen 79 sucked her Master’s cock in these meetings, she often heard about the progress of the Dominar conquest. It was going very well. They believed that over 75% of the human race had now become bimbos. There were scattered pockets of resistance, but none that seemed likely to pose them any threat.

She gave birth to her child, and it was immediately taken away from her while she was distracted by the alien doctor’s cock. Once, humans had boys or girls. Now, after nanobot modification, they had Dominars or bimbos. She never saw which one her child was. Within ten seconds of delivering her baby, the doctor told her to forget about it, and she did. She never thought about it again.

One day, when the former President was heavily pregnant with her fourth child, it was announced in one of the Dominar meetings that, following the fogging of a holdout outpost in rural Idaho, it was now believed that all remaining humans within the former borders of the United States had been bimbofied. This was met with cheers by the Dominars and glugs from the bimbos in the room as they kept up their blowjobs without missing a beat.

Soon after, Red Nitrogen 79’s Master ordered her to take a break from licking his balls and look at him. He told her that an important Dominar, the Commander of the invasion fleet, would be visiting the city in celebration of the total bimbofication of the former US. She would be given to the Dominar commander for the duration of his stay, and she would serve him as she did her usual Master. He said the Commander had big plans for her.

She wasn’t sure what that meant, and soon forgot about the comment altogether as she came on her Master’s cock for the seventh time that day.