Bimbo futa love:

Cold. The first thing to slip into your mind. Very cold. You feel groggy, eyes heavy, your body a block of granite. You try to shift yourself, moving only slightly, awareness starts to come back. Like waking up from a sleep so deep you could have been jumped on and you wouldn’t have stirred. You’re laying on something hard, metallic, an operating table?. Definitely not your bed. How did you get here? It was late, you were watching porn, of course, jerking off, then… You saw an ad for a “new life”. Get the body of your dreams, have the career you always wanted, you clicked it and… did you fall asleep immediately after?.

Click… hisss. Clunk.

The sound of machinery echoes around the room you're in, where is this, a hospital?. You fight to try to open your eyes, having to pry them open. They feel stiff, almost glued shut, you bring up your hand, your head feels wet. Your mouth aches a little and tastes salty, something coats your lips, like something sticky was poured down your face while you slept. You finally get your eyes open just enough for a bright white light to immediately fill them.

Trying to get an actual look at where you’ve woken up, you move your head slowly; your vision, blurred and spotty from the light, finally starts to return properly. You look down at yourself, squinting to see, your body seems to be all there at least, but all of your hair is gone. Like someone came in while you slept and just removed all over your hair follicles from all over your body. You feel soft, naked even like your skin can feel things more acutely. As your vision clears now fully you see the wall opposite you. A wall of one-way glass from floor to ceiling. Cameras at the top of it point down at you, red flashing lights indicating their observation of you. You blink. You’re lying on an operating table completely nude and with a full side view of yourself. Your face is dripping, in white, sticky, globs of man cream. You put things together. You were used, and God knows how many people watched. You know you shouldn’t, you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help it, a feeling of pleasure begins to slowly move through you, happiness, almost. You feel yourself start to harden. You stare at your face, then without examining more of your body you pull your gaze away swallowing hard. For a moment to focus you try to examine more of your… operation room? Black walls, shiny, like padding or some sort of latex and no sign of a door you can see. So, a hospital maybe?.

“Subject is fully awake” a crackling voice echoes through speakers into the room. “Phase one is ready to begin. Confirmation, confirm?”

“Confirmation confirms. Eight twenty-seven local times, one male subject. Name “Anon”. Complete transformation testing check.” A second voice joins it, also distorted by the speaker.

Your eyes snap back to the glass. Looking at yourself properly this time you realise there’s a long tube with a needle on the end running up from the floor, and straight into your arm! You stare at the glass knowing the people speaking are behind. You feel you should be getting more nervous by the second, you just feel, pleasantly relaxed though, despite everything. Eager even. “The operation is green. Machine green. Ready to begin when ready.”

“Anon? don’t worry you’re going to be okay.” The first male voice returns. “Just like we promised you, you’ll be having a life you always dreamed of by the time we’re finished here." As the voice continues a bright pink liquid begins flowing through the needle into you. The moment it does the pleasure coursing through you steals your breath away. Your balls tighten and cock instantly throbs, almost painfully as you clench your teeth trying not to instantly explode all over yourself. You try to focus on the words.

The second voice picks up. “You see me and my colleague, we just want people like you to be happy, and to make other people happy.” A tiny moan escapes your lips, your body feels hot, good, changing. You stare at your arms, your muscles start shrinking slowly, your hands becoming smaller and daintier. The cameras whir as they examine you more closely. Your cock twitches. “And there are plenty of people out there who are more than willing to help pay to make those dreams of yours a reality.” You let out a long quiet moan, you swing yourself up onto your feet only to see your legs and feet follow your hands and arms, your pleasure only builds more. “They all love a good show, watching us take unhappy boys.” You want to cum. You need it. You feel so good. You want them to watch. “And turn them into eager little good bimbo girls!” Obvious excitement enters into his voice, is he touching himself?. Are the people watching you? Is he the one who violated you while you slept?.

Your waist starts shrinking, your hips become thicker and wider. You fall onto your ass, panting hard, you stare at the glass, biting your lip now, you open your mouth to speak. “No.” The first voice again. “Sit quietly and just feel wonderful for a little longer.” A request, no, an order you can’t disobey closes your mouth. Firm, but gentle. You nod as you throb again, precum madly leaking. You want to release, you need it, you want to beg for it so badly, you move to speak again-. “Cum!” Instantly your engorged cock explodes cum all over you, thick ropey creamy white strands, plastering your chest, neck and even onto your face, your moans echoing around the room as you pant hard, your head falling down exhaustedly.

“Well done!” You smile tiredly, happily. “We’re both so proud of you!” You wearily nod your head, your cock and balls tingling, leaking more cum as they soften, and slowly shrink a little. “You feel wonderful, don’t you Anon?” You nod again, instinctively to the nice voice. You can’t even tell which of the two is speaking. “Well, you’ve been so well behaved we can move on to the next step immediately.” You gently lick the cream from your now soft lips, your excitement starting to build. You nod your head again, you want more. You want everyone to get their money’s worth. You just need to close your eyes for a moment and catch your breath…