They Find Anna

Maybe it was that Katya was very hot in her gas mask, but making their way across town toward the largest alien ship in Novosibirsk’s main square took a very long time. For one thing, the buses weren’t exactly running. For another, the city was almost unrecognizable from what it had been only months before. The Dominars had busied themselves remaking the face of this isolated city in the middle of the tundra in their own image, systematically removing all traces that it had been humans that had built this city, not aliens. It occurred to Katya that if they had gotten this far in Novosibirsk, how far had they gotten in Moscow? New York? London? The whole world…

It also occurred to Katya then for the first time that the aliens were going to tell all of their dumb slutty future bimbos that humans had always been nothing but dumb slutty bimbos, and the bimbos would believe them, because they were so dumb and slutty. She felt that realization deep in her stomach. And bizarrely, a little bit lower than that. She wondered if the Dominars had managed to somehow affect her to make her think their schemes were sexy, deep down. She couldn’t be this perverted on her own, right?

There were also enough Dominars now that she and Mikhail had to stick to the shadows, sneaking their way gradually toward the looming ship. They saw a few bimbos, too, all naked, all being led on leashes or otherwise restrained by their Masters. They never saw any humans just on their own. At least, not at first.

Eventually, they turned a corner into an area where the aliens had left the detritus from their numerous projects and saw a lone dirty blonde bimbo, with the usual huge tits and ass, standing in the middle of a street. This was a new development. But then she turned toward them and Katya recognized her face, even though the rest of her body was very different. She had some kind of weird symbols written on her forehead.

“Anna!” called Mikhail through his mask, and he took off running toward her before Katya could stop him. Damn it!

Mikhail made it over to his (former?) wife and put his hands on her shoulders. “Oh, Anna, I thought… are you… are you OK?”

Wow, that was a super lame thing to say to your wife who’s had her body morphed beyond all recognition by aliens, thought Katya. She almost regretted fucking Mikhail. Almost.

Anna had a dreamy smile on her face. “Of course I’m OK, silly. I’ve never been happier.”

“Come with us,” Mikhail told her, pulling on her arm. “We’ll figure out a way to fix you.”

“No thank you,” Anna cooed. She raised one arm and pulled off Mikhail’s gas mask, then raised her other arm and sprayed him right in the face with some sort of aerosol.

Mikhail collapsed to the ground, hands going to his face, while Anna giggled. Katya did her best to melt back into the shadows and make herself inconspicuous. Her brain was so addled at this point that she found herself wondering, in that moment, where Anna had been keeping the aerosol she had sprayed him with. The girl was completely naked.

Katya should have run as soon as this happened, she still had the syringe with the altered nanobots in her pack, but she stayed to watch. To watch Mikhail shoot rope after rope of cum as his body transformed. She couldn’t look away.

Then the bimbo who had been Mikhail got to her feet, pulling off her cum-stained clothes as she did. Her hair was bright pink, somehow. Her new, wet pussy was completely hairless. She and Anna kissed. Not tenderly, like lovers, but sloppily, like whores.

Then both bimbos turned to look directly at Katya. They giggled. Katya ran. The bimbos didn’t follow, they just kept giggling.