brainless

Chloe stands in the center of the room, her black latex suit gleaming under the emergency lights. She is panting, her massive breasts bouncing with every shallow breath. Her glassy eyes scan the darkness, searching for something anything to satisfy the ravenous hunger burning in her new, rewritten nerves.

From the shadows of the containment unit, something moves. It isn't human. It's a mass of writhing, slick appendages that slither across the floor like living oil. The alien goo that transformed her has called its master.

"Helloooo~" Chloe giggles, her voice high and vapid as the first tentacle wraps around her ankle. "Are you here to play with Chloe? Chloe is ready to be a good girl!"

The tentacles swarm her with terrifying speed. One thick, muscular appendage snakes up her thigh, sliding under the seamless latex at her crotch, while another wraps around her waist, squeezing her impossibly narrow midsection. A third tentacle finds its way to her mouth, forcing it open, filling her throat with the taste of salt and alien musk.

The assault is relentless. The tentacles probe every inch of her newly enlarged body, finding the sensitive spots where the latex presses against her swollen tits and rounded ass. Chloe's hips roll involuntarily, her body arching in desperate, mindless pleasure.

But the true violation comes from above. A specialized appendage translucent, pulsing with a sickly violet light, and tipped with a needle sharp proboscis descends from the ceiling. It hovers inches from her face before driving straight into her ear canal with a wet SQUELCH.

"Mmmph !" Chloe's muffled scream turns into a high pitched whine of pure, unadulterated overload.

Through the X ray shot, we see the horror: the tentacle winding through her skull, not just touching her brain, but frying it. The alien secretions act like acid on her remaining memories. Her knowledge of science, her memories of her girlfriend, her very sense of self it all dissolves into a stream of electrical fire.

NEURAL OVERLOAD: 90%... 95%... 100%.

COGNITIVE FUNCTION: NULL.

BIMBO STATE: PERMANENT.

The tentacles begin to fuck her in every available orifice with mechanical precision. One slides deep into her ass, stretching her latex clad ass cheeks to their limit; another fills her mouth while the ear tentacle continues to pump warm, viscous alien seed directly into her brain cavity.

Chloe's eyes roll so far back only the whites show. Her mouth hangs open in a permanent, slack jawed grin. The last spark of 'Chloe' dies as her brain is literally drowned in pleasure inducing fluid.

"So... good..." she gurgles, the words barely recognizable as human speech. "Head feels... warm... like candy... so empty... so pretty..."

She has become nothing more than a living doll, a latex wrapped vessel designed to receive. Her mind is a wasteland of pink static, her only reality the rhythmic pounding of the tentacles and the warm, thick sensation of alien cum filling her skull.