Overlooked

Mia stepped onto the crowded morning bus, her heart fluttering with nervous excitement. She was heading straight to the Female Re-sculpting Clinic on the other side of town — the place where she could finally get the full bimbo package she had fantasized about for years, and where they would properly activate and tune her adult pain-to-pleasure chip now that she was officially 18. Today was supposed to be the first step toward becoming the kind of girl who got used constantly.

The bus was already a rolling showcase of the Freedom to Fuck world.

In the front rows, a middle-aged man had a petite redhead bent over his lap, casually fingering her while reading the news on his tablet. Further back, two college guys were tag-teaming a curvy Latina, one thrusting into her mouth while the other pounded her from behind, her moans mixing with the rumble of the engine. Everywhere Mia looked, women were being freely used — some chatting normally with friends between gasps, others lost in orgasmic bliss thanks to their chips turning every rough slap and deep thrust into pure ecstasy.

Mia found a seat near the middle and sat down, trying to look casual in her frumpy beige sweater and baggy jeans. Her slightly pudgy body felt even softer and more unremarkable than usual under the loose fabric.

A tall man in a business suit boarded a stop later and stood right beside her. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed a stunning blonde bimbo who was standing nearby by her long, silky bleach-blonde hair. He yanked her down hard onto her knees between his legs.

The blonde let out a delighted squeal that quickly turned into a wet gag as he shoved his thick cock straight into her throat. Her exaggerated features were impossible to ignore: massive DD-cup tits straining against a skin-tight pink dress that barely contained them, obscene DSL lips stretched wide around his shaft, and a tiny waist that flared into a perfect bubble ass. The man didn’t hold back. He gripped her hair with both hands and brutally face-fucked her, slamming deep with every thrust. Loud, sloppy gagging sounds filled the air as she choked and retched, thick throat slime bubbling out around his cock and dripping down her chin onto her heaving cleavage.

The blonde’s body shuddered violently with every rough thrust, her eyes watering, but the way her thighs clenched and her hips twitched told the real story — her pain-to-pleasure chip was flooding her with overwhelming orgasms. Every time he bottomed out and cut off her air, she came harder.

The man never once glanced at Mia.

He just kept pounding the blonde’s throat like she was the only woman on the bus, grunting softly with pleasure while completely ignoring the plain, slightly overweight girl sitting right next to him.

Mia’s face burned with shame. Her chest tightened. This was exactly what she had feared. In this hypersexualized world, she was bottom 20% — invisible. Cute enough for the old world, maybe, but here? Not even worth a quick grope or a second look.

The humiliation only made her wetter.

Biting her lip, Mia slowly slid one hand down the front of her baggy jeans. Her fingers found her already soaked pussy and began rubbing slow circles over her clit. She tried to stay quiet, but soft, needy breaths escaped her as she watched the blonde get ruthlessly used inches away. The wet **** sounds, the sight of those massive tits bouncing, the way the man’s balls slapped against the bimbo’s chin — it was everything Mia wanted to be.

Yet no one looked at her.

Not the man brutally throat-fucking the blonde. Not the other passengers. Not even the women being used around her. Mia was masturbating openly on a public bus, fingers slick with her own juices, and she might as well have been invisible.

She kept rubbing frantically, chasing release, until the man next to her finally roared and slammed his hips forward one last time. He pumped a thick, chemically enhanced load straight down the blonde bimbo’s throat. Cum immediately started oozing out of her nostrils in messy white streams as she gagged and convulsed. The blonde’s eyes rolled back and she appeared to be slowly losing consciousness from lack of air, her face turning a deep shade of red. Yet even as she teetered on the edge of passing out, her body shook violently in one earth-shattering orgasm after another, her pain-to-pleasure chip converting every brutal moment into pure, overwhelming ecstasy.

Mia came at almost the exact same moment — a small, disappointing, unsatisfying little orgasm that barely took the edge off her **** need.

The man casually pulled his cock free, letting the limp, cum-drooling bimbo slump against his leg while he zipped up. He still didn’t spare Mia even a glance.

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of Mia’s eyes as the bus continued rumbling toward the Female Re-sculpting Clinic. She had never felt more invisible in her life.