Black market X-Change

“Hey, I hear there are some black market X-change pills available around here. Is that anything you can help me with?” You ask the bartender as you pay for your whiskey with a C-Note. “You can keep the change as a tip if you tell me…” you offer.

The barman’s eyes light up at the mention of black market X-change pills. These were less expensive than the legit pills, sometimes more **** and a little unpredictable. “I might know a thing or two,” he says, eyeing you up and down, “for a regular... Take a seat over there,” he nods towards a both where a muscular man sits, “his name’s Luke, he’s the one who can hook you up. But be careful, he’s connected - South America, Asia and Europe - he gets his pills from both good and bad suppliers all over.”

“Thanks,” you salute him with your raised whiskey and head over to Luke’s booth.

The muscular man glances up as you approach, his arms folded over his broad chest. His eyes are sharp, scanning you like he’s trying to decide if you’re worth his time. You slide onto the bench opposite him, placing the whiskey down with a deliberate thunk. “Barman said you’re the man to see about bootleg X-change pills,” you say, keeping your voice low.

“The Barman speaks too much. Who are you? You a narc?” Luke asks, his voice a low growl. You notice the tattoos snaking up his neck and peeking out from under his shirt sleeves. His accent is definitely not from around here.

“No. I’m Bill, looking to experience something new. Heard these pills are quite different,” you reply casually, sipping your whiskey.

“Depends what you want. I have custom breeder, plus, clone, Bimbo, resistance - I have all types. Are they for you or a friend?” Luke asks.

You lean in. “Just for me. How safe are they?”

“My customers are satisfied. I’m cheaper than the pharmacy and I have things they can’t provide. What are you after?” Luke enquires.

You contemplate for a moment, the X-change Bimbo pill piquing your interest. “I’ve heard about the Bimbo pills. What’s the deal with those?”

“Mine are Clone pills. I have a range of breast sizes, builds, heights, ethnicities and intellect modifiers. How high a libido were you after?” He asks.

“What’s the highest?” You ask.

“Hmmm, you might not want the highest as it’s pretty most ****. The cartels use the plus versions to make examples of people. Mine are 24 hours but you need someone to look after you and protect you from yourself. Otherwise you might end up doing something stupid. You might give them to your lover but taking them alone would be a bad idea.” He assures you.

Your interest is piqued. “How ****?” You lean in, curiosity overpowering any sense of caution.

Luke leans back, his arms still folded. “Let’s just say, whoever took it would be a walking, talking, breathing nymphomaniac. They’re not for the faint of heart. The taker would be in heat all the time, begging for it, no matter where they are, who they’re with, or what they’re doing. It’s 24 hours of mindless need and fucking. That’s the kind of thing someone might not come back from, even if they want to. The kind that makes the taker practically forget who they were before they swallowed the little pill. They’d almost be a completely different person, down to the way they think, act, and even the sound of their voice. A fuckpet.” He told you.

You swallowed hard. That sounded intense, but also incredibly tempting. The idea of losing control for a night was thrilling and terrifying all at once. “How much?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

“500 bucks. Cash. No returns, no refunds.” Luke says, his gaze unwavering.

You pull out the cash, feeling the crisp bills in your hand. You've always been the adventurous type, and this seems like the ultimate thrill. You slide the money across the table, watching as Luke's hand reaches out to grab it. He pulls out a small velvet pouch from his pocket and dumps a single pill onto the table. It's a vibrant shade of pink with glittering flecks. It's a stark contrast against the dark wood of the booth. “You'll be a beauty. But don’t mix it with other pills. Things might get messy. As in permanent or worse.” He suggested.

You take the pill and head home, calling a female friend, Carly on the way home. “Hey. You have some free time to come over to my place. I got that pill I was talking about and I need you to look after me.”

“Really? Shit Bill. I’ll be right over,” Carly responded.

The walk home feels longer than usual, the anticipation of what's to come making each step feel like a mile. You clutch the pill in your pocket, feeling the weight of it grow with every beat of your heart. When you finally arrive, you lock the door behind you and head straight to the bathroom and undress. You look in the mirror and take a deep breath before popping the pill into your mouth and washing it down with a glass of water.

You feel a sudden rush of heat, and your body starts to tingle. Your skin feels tight, like it's being stretched over new bones, and your muscles spasm as if they're trying to reject the foreign substance. You stumble back into the living room and collapse onto the couch, watching in amazement as your reflection in the TV screen begins to blur and distort. Your body starts to change before your very eyes, and you can't help but let out a gasp as your chest swells, pushing out and up, the taut muscles of your stomach turning soft and curvy. Your hips widen and your waist narrows, giving you the hourglass figure of a pin-up model.

As the transformation progresses, you feel your body shrinking in size, becoming more delicate and dainty. Your arms and legs shorten, and your fingers become longer and more slender. Your feet, once large, are now small and adorable, with painted toes that wiggle in excitement. Your cock and balls retract, leaving a smooth, hairless mound where they once were. In their place, a set of soft, plump pussy lips emerge, begging to be touched and explored. The changes are so rapid and intense that you can't help but let out a series of high-pitched giggles, your voice now as sweet and feminine as a lilt of a bell. Your skin and hair darkens, your ethnicity shifting to match that of a curvy, Latina goddess.

The final touches to your new form come with an intense rush of pleasure, and suddenly, you're hit with an insatiable horniness. Your mind goes blank, any thought of the outside world vanishing in an instant. All you can focus on is the throbbing need between your legs, the **** ache to be filled. You whimper and moan, rubbing your thighs together as your new body betrays you. You're now a bimbo, with a brain as empty as a blown-up balloon, and the only thing you can think about is cock. Your thoughts are consumed by sex, your every movement and gesture exuding an unmistakable sexuality. Your eyes glaze over with lust, and you start to pant heavily, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. You need cock!

Your hand wanders down to your new pussy, and you're surprised by how wet and sensitive it is. You start to play with yourself, your slender fingers slipping easily into your folds. You've never felt anything like this before, the sensation of being so aroused that it's almost painful. Your mind is a whirlwind of sexual desires, each thought more depraved than the last. You imagine being fucked in every position imaginable, by every man who crosses your path. You're no longer a person with thoughts and feelings; you're a living, breathing fuck toy, **** to be used and abused.

As you continue to pleasure yourself, your new tits bounce with every movement. They're massive, and your nipples are hard as diamonds, begging for attention. You can't believe how good it feels, how much you crave the touch of a man. The pill has done its work, turning you into your ultimate bimbo fantasy.

You stumble over to the bedroom, your legs wobbly from the sudden change in balance. Your brain is a fog of lust, unable to process anything beyond the need to be filled. You see your reflection in the mirror and can't help but admire your new, bimbo body. Your once-square jaw has softened into a heart shape, and your lips are plump and pouty. You look like a porn star, ready for action.

Then the doorbell rings.