This choice: Mortified, you're well-endowed, worse you love it, horny beyond bearing... • Go Back...Chapter #5Mortified, you're well-endowed, worse you l... by: Mr. George   The nanites swirl around you cocoon you hiding the court from you, and vice versa. But, you can still feel the changes, as your clothes are first consumed for their energy, it itches and tickles as you're rendered nude.
The swarm hides the changes from sight, as you can only imagine the changes. Some are certainties, as you feel an intense heat at your crotch. They work intensely to change you utterly, from male to female. It feels as if your arms are being sandlblasted away, as you're powerless to move.
As the heat lessens from your crotch, you try to sense your new sex. But, it's too alien to be sure of anything. As the focus of the heat shifts, you can guess the changes that are occuring. The heat in your rump, as you can imagine it swelling, and swelling. But that's nothing in comparison to the heat emanating from your chest. So hot it's painful, and it lingers far longer.
You're going to be very, very busty once you can see your new body. Clinging to a hope that this is your insecurity, and inexperience, you truly doubt it. The steady warmth within as the nanites reform your internal organs, careful to always keep you alive. You sense they're finishing their work, as you can feel your skin being remade. As it does, the weight of your new butt, of your new bust becomes obvious.
You never imagined they would ever feel so heavy, and awkward. Nanites work to strengthen your spine for the burden. But, you know you'll ache all day every day, for the rest of your life.
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As the nanites work on their final task, making you clothes to fit this new body. You giggle at their ticklish attention. Hating the sound of your new voice. They're so intimate and lewd as you feel how tightly they cling. How they'll display every lush curve, you become intensely aware of your bust... worse of the new nips you possess. They're far more alert and alive than you had considered. They protest about being covered, aching for attention. You itch to serve, as the nanites retreat into their cache, you're revealed to the court and yourself.
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Your sentence clear, you're going to be a hu-cow, living only to deliver milk. The process of milking an erotic torture you'll have to endure on a daily basis. Every day a reminder of your new life. Even if you earn time off from your job, you'll still have to endure this humiliating body. An accidental brush of your hands as you steady yourself, sends a thrill through your veins. Your whole body is on a hair-trigger for erotic release. Your hormones enforcing docile submission on you. You'll get to keep your memories, but they'll become more alien to your life, and your body as you're consumed with your new life.
As the guards take your arms, leading you to the milking shed, you're almost eager for that first milking, for the blessed relief from the heft of the girls. A brief pain, as an earring is added. No! A tag added to your ear marks you as a prisoner serving time. But, your real prison is the lush body. Mortifyingly cheap and obvious. It brushes against your shoulder, a lump of plastic constantly reporting your position, and a host of other biometrics back to the authorities, and the farm where you'll serve your time.
Even after your sentence is completed, you'll have to endure this bimbo body, that can rip away your intellect with the simplest, accidental caress. |
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