Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, TransGender, BDSM, FemaleDom, Light Bond,
Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A wealthy man has a hidden desire wrapped up inside a very healthy libido. Along the way, he discovers things about himself, his desires and has a lot of sex in process.
"Are you sure you want to go up there, sir?" The elderly elevator operator inquired of me.
"BTI is on 32, correct?" I asked.
"Then I'm sure."
He looked at me, down and up and back again, and almost sadly and muttered something under his breath. He closed the door and started the elevator.
"What do you want with BTI?"
"Let's just say someone's going to answer some questions for me."
He stopped the elevator so fast; it nearly knocked me off of my feet.
"What gives, old man?"
"I could get in a lot of trouble by telling you this," as he looked around as if we were being watched.
"Tell me what?"
"That it's a bad idea to go up there looking for," he seemed to be choosing his words carefully, " ... answers."
"I can handle myself, thanks for your concern."
"Of that I have no doubt, but I still think you should reconsider."
"Not going to happen. Please," I gestured to the controls.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He restarted the elevator and just shook his head sadly while he looked at the floor numbers. A minute or two later we were there.
"32, sir. BTI. Please reconsider."
"Have a nice day," I said as I exited the elevator into a stark, white lobby. I followed the BTI signs around the corner to a door labeled "BimboTech, Incorporated." I opened the door and entered another white room. It was your typical office, but all ethereal and white.
The receptionist was incredible: a perfect bimbo. She had the vapid bimbo smile, red, red lips, white, white teeth and her tits: big and perky and frightenly perfect. I was damn good at knowing exactly what a woman's cup size was, just from looking -- I could usually tell the band size as well. This woman was a perfect 32DD.
"Welcome to BimboTech," she said in a sing-songy voice. As she saw me, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"You're a man! Goodie!"
"Yes, goodie! Tittiefuck LOVES men. Want me to suck on your lollypop? Tittiefuck is so great at that. What flavor is yours? I like them all, but grape is my favoritest!"
I had no answer for her as she got up from her desk, pulled open her already low-cut top and walked around to the side where I stood dumb struck -- the stories I heard were true. She was being very enthusiastic, but she was struggling with something.
"I really like you," she cooed, "but men aren't supposed to be here. But..."
She was as transfixed by my crotch and I was by her tits. She got on her knees and unbuckled my belt. The view I had was mind-numbing. Tittiefuck began to pull down my pants when I heard the clearing of a throat. I looked past her and a man was standing there with a none too pleased look on his face.
"Tittie, what are you doing?" he said.
"I was going to suck on his lollypop."
"Isn't there something you're forgetting?"
Tittie thought about it for a few moments and finally said, "I /was/ taking his pants off, Mr. Samson."
"That's not what I mean."
The look on Tittiefuck's face was one of utter confusion. The look of struggling returned. She was trying to remember something she knew she knew, but didn't know she knew it or how to remember it, yet she needed to keep trying to remember it.
With that, out of nowhere, she tried to jab me with a small needle. I grabbed her wrist, stood her up and gently made her inject herself into her shoulder.
She began to moan and slid down my body into a quivering mass. Samson didn't move.
I zipped myself up. "Mr. Samson?"
"Obviously. And you are?"
"Call me Brandon."
"Alright, Brandon, you clearly know what's going on here, so why don't we cut to the chase? Who are you here to complain about? I recommend that you don't get violent with me, you definitely won't like what happens."
I stayed very still and said, "That's where I think you're wrong. I didn't come here to complain about anyone."
Samson's features softened greatly. "So you'd like to hire us then? Most clients simply send their request in via our secure website. We take care of everything, including getting your package here as well as delivered to you."
"That's exactly why I came in."
"I don't follow you," Samson replied. "Why did you have to come in?"
"Because I'm the package."
Samson looked nearly as confused Tittiefuck did. He looked at me up and down. I stand 6-3 and weigh about 220 pounds. There's not a chance in hell someone would ever mistake me for anything but exactly the appearance I give off: a jock-turned-businessman. He smiled. "I must have misheard you. What did you say?"
"I want to be turned into a BimboTech Bimbo."
"I guess I didn't mishear you. Why on earth would you want that?"
"Because I do. Is there somewhere we can go to discuss this?"
Sampson eyed me warily and then nodded at me. "Sure, come into my office." He gestured at Tittiefuck. "Tittie, when you can move again, slink on over behind the desk." She looked dreamily in his general direction and sort of leaned that way.
I followed him into the next room, which was his very well appointed office. He walked behind his desk and gestured for me to sit in the chair in front of it.
"I'd rather not. Needles sticking people and all."
"Oh that, don't worry about it."
"Mr. Sampson, I am worried about that. I have specific requirements that I want and being randomly drugged isn't one of them ... just yet."
"I see. What is it you are interested in? No one has ever come here willing to be turned into a bimbo, no less a man. I'm not even sure it would work."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I've been researching your firm for sometime. I have connections in the underworld of biotech -- that's how I found you in the first place. I have a procedure that can take a Y chromosome and forcibly convert it into an X."
"It can't be done."
"It can. Trust me. In exchange for this information, you will be providing me with exactly what I'm looking for."
"What's the catch?"
"You'll acquire a separate mission purpose, with a very separate company, of course. One that helps people. Imagine the number of transsexuals that you would acquire as clients."
"Even if this could work, I doubt they would want to be bimbos."
"True, but there's nothing in your process that says someone has to be a bimbo. From my research, the mental and physical aspects of the change are all programmable and separate."
"You truly have done your homework. That concerns me quite a bit that so much of our operation has gotten out." Samson paused.
"How have you found out about us?"
"Let's just say I'm a very, very wealthy man and money talks."
"I'll take that on face value, besides your, ahem, bimbofication, what's in it for you?"
"Before I start, rest assured that nothing I've learned is going anywhere. The majority of information that I obtained is untraceable and, well, the people who provided it to me more than likely don't really know they did. Period. As for what do I get out of it? Tits for one, or two rather. And becoming a bimbo. Let me rephrase that, a functional bimbo. Second, a percentage of each transformation."
"Always about money. I knew it. Curious, what kind of percentage are we talking?"
"That's quite hypocritical, Mr. Samson. I know what you charge for these forced transformations. Anyway, the question you asked: for people you help, as I said there'd be a new company shelled so that there wouldn't be any ties to BTI whatsoever. Of those transformations, I'd get 20%. For your current operation, a simple 1%."
"Interesting terms. But why?"
"Because I can. More appropriately, we can. Although my appearance doesn't show it, I've had a burning desire to become a woman my entire life. BTI can make the experience a reality for me and a very erotic one at that."
"I'll need to run this past the board of directors and our lead scientists."
As I walked to the desk, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a flash drive. I placed it on the desk.
Samson picked it up and looked at it. "Of course. I would expect nothing less."
"Answer me this? If you become a BimboTech bimbo, how are you going to function?"
"Remember I said a functional bimbo. Big difference, which I don't need to go into until we're in agreement."
"Understood," Samson said, "I will get this to those who need to know. How can I get in touch with you?"
"Right now, you can't. I'll be in touch with you in, say, a week? Does that give you enough time?"
"It should, but I still don't understand why you'd want to do this to yourself."
"Since you're going to become even more wealthy and it's not happening to you, does it really matter?"
"I suppose not."
"I'll let myself out." I paused and figured what the hell. "Would you mind if I gave Tittiefuck a try before I left?"
"Help yourself. She'll take you to a place where you can have some privacy. Her trigger phrase is 'it's time to play, bim-bo."
"Her trigger phrase?"
"Yes, some of the bimbos have them. In Tittie's case, she was designed to remember her old life and realize how trapped and turned on she is. She also gets completely submissive, even more so than you saw at the desk. Her program is sadistically amazing."
"Very interesting. You finally perfected it."
"Yes. It was perfected within the month. You really have done your homework."
"Yes, I have. I didn't expect it to be field ready for another year," I reached out and shook his hand. "Wonderful. I'll be with Tittie and then I'll be in touch next week."
"Two things with Tittie that I think you'll really like. First, play with her tits right after you trigger her. The more play with them, the faster she loses control. Second, tell her all she needs to do is push your hands away. We set it up so that accelerates everything for her as well as make it feel even better for her ... and you."
My voice caught, I was so turned on. I hoped I was hiding my extreme arousal and somewhat praying that I wasn't six different shades of red. "Thank you." I walked out of Samson's office and saw Tittiefuck back at her desk. "Did you have a good talk with Mr. Samson?"
"I did. Now you get to suck on my lollipop. Does that sound good?"
Tittiefuck jumped up and cheered.
"Mr. Samson said you'd take me to a place where we can be alone."
"Sure. Follow me," he eyes wide with excitement.
She had to be in something like heat. She couldn't take her eyes off of me. I had to remind her to keep looking forward. I was hard as a rock and I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my system, pulsing with my heartbeat. It was making me lightheaded."
Tittiefuck led me into a room that was, for all intents, a bedroom. This must be where the clients try out their new toys. She closed the door and looked at me eagerly.
"Tittie, listen to me. It's time to play bim-bo."
"What?" Tittie answered as if she didn't hear me.
"It's time to play, bim-bo."
A light flickered in Tittie's eyes for a moment and she looked profoundly confused, not vapid like she did before.
"Who are you?" she said in a decidedly un-bimbo-like voice.
"Wow, he wasn't kidding. I'm your friend. Don't you want my lollipop?"
Her voice had no more trace of bimbo in it. "You can't be my friend, I don't know you." Tittiefuck seemed out of place and unsteady.
I stepped closer to her and placed my hands on her tits.
"Feels good right?"
"Omigod ... These tits ... They aren't mine."
"Of course they are."
"Noooo, they're not." I squeezed them. She drew in a breath quite sharply.
"But they aren't, " she panted, "Mine aren't this ... That feels good. So big. Jesus."
I kept gently caressing them while I firmly massaged them -- these were DD in size, but Grade A in tit. "See, I am your friend."
Tittie moaned while she tried to keep her eyes on me, yet she made no motion to stop me from rubbing on her tits. It seemed as if she was searching for something.
"I like how you're doing -- " The light went on.
"Fuck, stop. Stop this. It's happening again. Please stop. Stop it please."
Now the light went on in my eyes ... and in my pants.
"What is?" I smiled and didn't stop.
"What you're doing ... you're turning me into this big-titted bimbo."
"All you have to do is push my hands away."
"Then it's time to play bim-bo. That's right, it's time to play bim-bo."
"Please no, omigod omigod, I can feel ... slipping ... help," her voice wavered between normal and bimbo, with the bimbo rapidly gaining strength. "Stay away ... away ... help me ... that feels so good ... no ... stop ... pleas ... plea ... bim ... bo. Tittie ... fuck."
The bimbo voice was back and the light went out of her eyes, replaced by a vapid lust. I didn't stop my fondling.
"Ooohh ... Tittiefuck likes to fuck."
"I thought so. I'm your friend. I like to fuck also."
Tittiefuck pushed her chest into my hands quite forcefully. I'm not sure who was turned on more. Part of me that was turned on was not only tuned on by this gorgeous creature being brainless and inhibition-free for me, but the knowledge that soon I would be in a very similar position and, at least for a time, unable to stop it.
Something primal in me snapped and I grabbed Tittiefuck and practically tossed her onto the bed from halfway across the room.
"You're mine. And I'm gonna fuck you until you scream."
Tittie scooted back into the pillows of the bed and I undressed at the speed of lust. I was on Tittie like /I/ was in heat.
I felt her entire body under me as I probed her mouth with my tongue. Fast and sloppy kisses as first, but nearly as fast as it started, I slowly the pace into long, deep kisses while I was rubbing her body with my body.
"That feels good," moaned Tittiefuck as she grinded back against me. She reached for my pants. "Can I see your lollipop?"
I played with her, literally her tits, while toying with her. "I don't know if I want to give you my lollipop."
"Oh pleeeeease. I really want to lick it."
"I don't know if I should."
"Please," she mewed at me with lusty puppy dog eyes.
I feigned indifference. "Oh all right."
"Yay!" as she undid my pants and somehow kicked them off of me in less than five seconds. She flipped me around and had my cock in her mouth less than five seconds after that. I was seeing stars.
"Take your time Tittie."
"Hmmm, I know, " she said with a full mouth, "but I want to get my prize."
This girl knew how to give a blowjob. I could feel her head moving up and down, on my cock as well as in my hands. I'm not entirely sure what she was doing but the orgasm was building as quick as I ever remembered it. Sure, Tittiefuck was hotter than hell, but I think that I knew what more than likely was in store for my later is what made the entire experience so sublime.
With that, I felt everything clench and came hard. It's possible that one of my eyes would have shot out of my head if they weren't closed so tightly. Tittie slid up next to me, pressing her body into mine. It was an exquisite feeling. When I was able to open my eyes a few minutes later, I noticed Tittie had an amazingly content smile on her face and there wasn't a drop of me anywhere. The girl was a regular Hoover.
She looked back at me and without changing the vapid look on her face, simply stated, "I'm going to fuck you now" and climbed on top of me. I felt her perfect tits push into me. While they were clearly implants on sight, they didn't feel that way at all. Her nipples were as hard as my rapidly re-stiffening cock. She leaned down to kiss me and regardless of where her mouth had been less than a few minutes ago, I didn't resist her at all. Her entire body felt like heaven. Not a minute later I was once again at full staff and she guided me inside of her.
"Oooh, Tittie loves this. It feeeeeeels sooooo gooood," as she slowly began to ride me. My hips kept pace with hers as I continued to fondle her entire luxurious body. Her eyes were filled with a lust that I'd never seen before and it was turning me on immensely when it hit me: After all this time with searching, I was going to get to experience what she felt, with a few changes here and there. It ramped up my arousal by a factor of 500. Maybe more.
She felt amazingly soft, yet firm, inside and out. I know I mentioned her tits just a moments ago, but they truly were literal perfection in my hands, my mouth, along my body. The softness of her skin felt erotic to my touch. I felt her begin to tense up. Her nipples got even harder. I got harder than I thought I could get. Our pace increased and we became one pleasure unit. I wasn't capable of thought any longer and held on and my hips began to move in a frenzy. She kept perfect time with me. Our breathing got heavier and heavier while sweat broke out all over both of us.
She looked directly at me and for a moment it felt like I could see the person Tittie used to be looking back at me. That sent me over the edge and I came harder than I'd ever come before. Tittie seemed to as well, but I really didn't care. She collapsed on me and in my post-orgasmic haze, I was insanely turned on by what awaited me next.