Late at night, the seemingly unassuming Britannian high school student Lelouch, secretly Zero, the leader of the Black Knights, was tapping away on a laptop, privately drafting his latest scheme to strike back against the empire of Britannia.
“This will distract their main forces, leaving them open to a surprise attack when we fill in the gap in our defences with…”
Lelouch’s fingers stopped moving as his mind trailed off. Filled in… Pushed through a gap… He was only brought back to reality by a throbbing that caused him to almost groan in disappointment at himself. As silly as it was, the words were just suggestive enough to send his mind away from tactics into a much less productive direction, one ruled by much more primitive urges. To thoughts of men and women locked together, the most primal, thoughtless urge of all… It was ridiculous that one such as he should be stopped in his tracks by a teenage libido, he thought as he put his head in his hands, gently closing the laptop. Lately he’d been frequently distracted by such thoughts, and they were only getting more and more frequent.
He leaned back in his chair, wondering if he should call it a night. He knew that now that he had it on the mind he wouldn’t get anything done, as galling as it was as an intellectual. It had all started with strange dreams, ones that were unsurprising for a boy of his age to have, but strange in their frequency and intensity. It was usually the same dream: a man and a woman having sex, the woman being fucked within an inch of her life, to put it politely. But what was strangest of all wasn’t that he was a passive onlooker, nor the man living out a sexual fantasy in the dream. Every single time, without fail, it took place from the perspective of the woman, with sensations that couldn’t be replicated by fulfilling his urges in the real world. He couldn’t figure out why, and usually got too distracted by the memory of the sensation itself to mull it over.
If it were just a strange recurring dream it’d be one thing, but it was starting to intrude into his real life. During school he’d lose focus, and whenever he was around Kallen he couldn’t help but skeevily eye her womanly figure like a common wretch. It took all of his willpower to not let his feelings show on his face when he was with C.C. and her often scandalous outfits… The idea of it distracting him at a critical moment in his persona as Zero was mortifying to say the least.
After debating going to sleep, he decided against it. He’d just have the dream again, and his distractions would get more and more intense as the days passed. Therefore, he decided as he opened his laptop again and dismissed the document where he had been writing down his potential plans, it was time to nip the problem in the bud the old fashioned way. He proverbially rolled up his sleeves and decided to act like a regular teenage boy for once and watch some porn. He’d rub one out and hopefully that’d be enough to get him back on track for the night.
He didn’t expect to be able to take the porn seriously, a simple, cheap and locally produced video of a Japanese girl being ravaged by a Britannian that was easy to export, but once it started he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It drew him in, dismissed all of his thoughts of rebellion or strategy. It wasn’t long before his hand snaked into his pants, his cock rock hard and unusually sensitive. Yet the more he stroked it, shamelessly jerking himself off right then and there, his hand seemed to have less and less to hold onto. For the first minute or two he had managed to picture himself as the man, a deliberate action that soon slipped from his mind until once again he was picturing himself as the woman, penetrated and made to mewl like a kitten by the well-endowed man in the video.
His full-gripped motion became shorter and shorter, the length decreasing each time until it didn’t even reach the end of his palm, a shameful length had he been clear-headed enough to acknowledge it. The pleasure remained the same even as it shrank, until finally, there was nothing to hold onto at all. However, this merely changed the direction of Lelouch’s fingers, instinctively turning them inward, stroking where his cock had once been. His fingertips pressed inward and invaded the new folds that had been created on his body. His occasional gasps and grunts seemed to be growing higher pitched, and his spare hand, smaller and more slender than usual, instinctively made its way under his shirt up to his chest, where his nipples seemed unusually sensitive and puffy. He played with those too, his pecs growing softer and rounder by the second. His clothes seemed loose on him, save for his pants, which were becoming tighter around the hips. His red face, looking ecstatic from his masturbation, was starting to resemble the visage of the woman in the video, Lelouch matching her expression exactly as she fingered her new pussy and played with her new breasts.
Eventually Lelouch could stand it no longer and let out a girly moan as she came, leaving a wet stain in her pants that she was too pleased with herself to pay much mind to. Feeling exhausted and barely thinking besides bathing in the afterglow of her orgasm, she awkwardly removed her clothes and tumbled onto her bed, falling asleep immediately, completely oblivious to the transformation she had just undergone…
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The next morning, Lelouch let out a gentle yawn, stretching as she woke refreshed and ready to go. She rubbed her eyes as she sat on the edge of her bed, arching her back as she stretched once again, thrusting out her chest, which had grown overnight from being just large enough to be fondled into something more than full enough to be groped in one’s hands, roughly a C-cup with puffy pink nipples to tip it off. Her narrow shoulders and slender proportions gave way to a thin waist and flared hips, forming a neat hourglass with her breasts before giving way to smooth, supple thighs. She touched a finger to her lips, her fingers tipped with long nails while her lips were soft and plump. She opened her eyes again, revealing long, thick eyelashes, and it became obvious in the morning light that anything masculine about Lelouch had been swept away while she slept, lustrous black hair tickling her shoulder blades while she took a moment to brush her lengthened bangs out of her eyes. Even the name itself was gone, replaced with a more appropriate one on her student ID
“Oh!” Luluko realised, oblivious to her own transformation as her cute lips curled into a smile. “I didn’t have the dream last night! It worked!”
Luluko hummed happily to herself as she had her morning shower, enjoying the occasional flashes of pleasure from her sensitive nipples as she caressed her body with soap-lathered hands. She resisted her urge to send her hands lower, confident that she had gotten it out of her system last night and would be able to go about her day distraction-free. A rather misplaced hope, as she would later find out, but relieving herself in the shower likely wouldn’t have made much of a difference anyway. She finished up, dried herself off, and continued humming as she dressed herself in the female Ashford uniform, the rest of her wardrobe replaced with fashionable women’s clothing. As far as Luluko and the world itself were concerned Lelouch had always been a woman, nothing more and nothing less. There wasn’t a stray thought left in her head to notice the change, and she was happier for it.
Luluko walked to school in her short skirt and thigh-high stockings, turning heads as all of the boys and even some of the girls couldn’t help but turn and stare at the raven-haired beauty that blessed their campus, standing out even amongst the other beauties of the academy. It helped that even if their eyes drifted right down to her ever so slightly tight blouse and blazer or the tantalising gap between her stockings and her skirt, she responded to all looks with a cheerful smile, her enjoyment of the attention accentuated with her glossy, unusually deep red lips. A teacher who saw her had half a mind to lecture her for wearing makeup to school, but an inspection would have only revealed that there was no lipstick involved, Luluko simply naturally looked like she crawled out of bed fully made-up and ready to go.
Luluko drank in the attention, felt a warm glow at knowing that all of the boys wanted her, and didn’t mind if girls were ready to experiment with her too, as long as they appreciated her. Far from having a clear mind, it was filled with thoughts of others, wanting them to be focused on her. She had a prim and proper femininity as expected of an Ashford girl, but with just enough sway in her step to hint at more. She knew she could drive the boys mad if she wanted, and as the school day went on, she emphasised it more and more, offering just enough when she bent over to flash her panties for a split second, to stretch out her thighs, to emphasise the hint of skin you could see between the buttons of her blouse as it got tighter and tighter across the day.
Luluko hardly paid attention in class, instead thinking of whether she could get the boys in front of and behind her to turn to ogle her at the same time. If she could get their eyes to meet, she was sure she could make them ever so jealous of each other, one getting a good look at her boobs, the other at the panties she was “accidentally” offering a glimpse at. They could compete over her, or perhaps share her… The teacher’s words went in one ear and out the other, and the thought of using her spare time at school to come up with clever plans was the furthest thing from her mind.The only thing that nagged at her was how tight her bra was as she approached the end of the school day,
“Luluko… Luluko! Did you get all that?”
“Huh?” Luluko blinked a few times, fluttering her long eyelashes. Rivalz sighed and put his face in his palm as Milly leaned into Luluko’s pretty face, close enough to kiss her, although her expression was too stern for Luluko to take the opportunity. Luluko let out a guilty girlish giggle, Milly leaning back.
“Lately you haven’t been paying attention at all during our meetings!” The student council president lamented, Shirley nodding in agreement with her arms crossed. “This is why your grades are dropping, you know!”
“It’s not that bad.” Luluko smiled breezily. She had a vague recollection of her test scores getting worse the more she blossomed as a woman, but like most aspects of her new life, they were vague at best. Of course, Luluko wasn’t a deep enough thinker to worry about it. “If they get too bad, I’ll just have a chat with the teacher, and…”
Shirley was about to interject when Luluko’s straining blouse button finally gave up the ghost,
“Luluko, you’ve gotten even bigger lately, haven’t you?” Milly’s eyes gleamed as she nearly pressed her nose into Luluko’s exposed cleavage, getting such a close look at her milky DD-cups, even bigger than her own and spilling out of the bra they were crammed into. It was a miracle that her blouse had lasted this long, assuming the fragile buttons had been putting up with the strain all day. Milly would have bet money that they couldn’t have lasted more than an hour with Luluko’s cute boobs trying to escape from them, but could never have guessed that they really had only been putting up with this girth for an hour before breaking.
“I could have sworn my bra fit just fine when I put it on this morning…” Luluko said with a cute look of confusion on her face as she stood up, the closest she would get to noticing her constantly shifting reality. “And the teacher kept telling me my skirt was too short! Isn’t that so unfair? It’s totally regulation length!”
“I don’t know about that, Lulu.” Milly hummed, reaching down and squeezing Luluko’s thighs. Her hips had maintained their hourglass with her expanding breasts, and as a result hiked up her skirt a little, not that Milly cared about the length of the skirt so much as the width of Luluko’s thighs..“Even if your skirt is the right length, you’re still showing more than the average girl…”
“I can’t help that!” Luluko giggled, hoping Milly’s hands would go a little higher. They did, but they slipped past her skirt up to her waist and traced her narrow waist, caressing her with a tease of what might come next.
“I’m heading off, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Rivalz hastily excused himself. He knew where this was going, and at this point it just made him feel like a voyeur, even if most other guys would have paid to be in his position as Milly started squeezing
“You aren’t just getting distracted, Miss. Luluko,” Milly said as she felt Luluko up, nearly bursting another button as she circled around her and hugged her from behind, never letting up her grip on her DD-cup boobs, jealous of just how big Luluko was getting. “You are the distraction! You must be lowering the grades of all of the boys in your class with your presence!”
“I can’t, mmm, help it! Ah!” Luluko let out barely restrained gasps as Milly played with her toy, one hand lowering again and squeezing the inside of her thigh.
“I bet you wish your classes were more like this,” Milly said as she molested the ready and willing Luluko. “Boys are so stupid though, I bet they all think you’re out of their league, even though you keep tempting them so much…”
Luluko slowly nodded, Mille’s eyes gleaming.
“Luckily for you, Miss Luluko, I’m not a boy.” Milly started unbuttoning Luluko’s blouse, freeing her overstuffed boobs for the world to see. Her bra came off even easier, the band having snapped at some point from Luluko’s ever-growing breasts. Shirley, who had been holding herself back the whole time, couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled herself to her feet with an indignant look on her face.
“You’re right Milly, this is exactly why Luluko’s grades are slipping.” She pushed Milly off, sending her tumbling back onto the sofa, before reaching out to squeeze Luluko’s boobs herself, unconsciously wanting to be the first to get her hands on Luluko’s bare breasts. She accidentally let her feelings show on her face for a moment, amazement and jealousy at how Luluko’s boobs were twice as big as hers and would only keep on getting bigger by the look of it. She channelled that jealousy into vigorous groping, Luluko outright moaning as she was turned to putty in Shirley’s hands, far from the slow, playful squeezing of Milly.
“Save some for the rest of us.” Milly smirked, Shirley choosing to ignore it.
“You like this, don’t you?” She softly asked Luluko as she dropped one hand to finger her through her panties, bright red in the face, who slowly nodded, ready for Shirley to take it to the next level.
“Then fix your grades!”
She was greatly disappointed when Shirley almost shouted in her face and suddenly ceased her fondling, her hands dropping to her side and leaving Luluko disappointed and sexually frustrated, on the edge of satisfaction and left denied.
“Come on Shirley, just a little more!” Luluko begged shamelessly, causing Shirley to go even redder, but even more determined.
“If you want any more of that, I want you to have grades befitting a student council member!” Shirley said, turning fiercely to Milly, hoping to have cowed her into giving up on playing with her favourite toy for now. Unfortunately, she had only turned MIlly on even more.
“I think it’s best to provide students with an incentive for good work.” Milly grinned, grabbing Luluko’s hand and tugging her over onto the sofa next to her. “Come on, let’s get those off!”
Luluko’s skirt and panties came off next, leaving her half-undressed, her blazer and part of her blouse still on, but with her hungry pussy bare for the world to see, thigh-highs accentuating her legs. Shirley was speechless as she watched Milly start to pull her own skirt and panties off, fists balled as she went red in the face with indignity and arousal as MIlly brought her face closer to Luluko’s pussy.
“I swear, you two always do this!” Shirley complained, giving up the last illusion of being a responsible student and letting her own skirt hit the floor. “You could at least ask me first!”
“Mmm, what was that?” Milly paused and raised her head, licking her lips. She had just been putting her tongue to good work in Luluko’s pussy, but was intrigued by Shirley wanting to join in. Still, she couldn’t help but tease her. “Sorry, this end’s taken!”
“Don’t stop!” Luluko moaned, but was far too submissive to force Milly to do anything. She was the type to sit back and wait while others used her, after all.
“Oh, be quiet!” Shirley fumed, sitting down directly on Luluko’s face, alternating between glaring at Milly and her expression giving way to ecstasy as Luluko ate her out. Milly had gotten partially up and started scissoring Luluko, wrapping her legs around her thigh. The three-way had them steaming and gasping, Milly seizing the moment to lean forward and pull Shirley into a kiss, who eagerly invaded Milly’s mouth with her own tongue. So much for the honour student, Milly thought smugly. Getting this into it just by watching… Shirley was probably a bigger pervert than her.
The threesome finally came to an end, leaving Luluko writhing on the sofa as the others dismounted, panting heavily as they gathered up their clothes.
“And if you want more of that…” Shirley gasped, looking like a mess. “...fix your grades!”
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“Stupid Shirley… There’s no way I’m gonna study better after that…” Luluko pouted, rubbing her thighs together impatiently as she waited for her train, the other commuters behind her gawking at the hourglass high schooler wiggling her hips, resisting the urge to play with herself as her time in student council room had left her hot, horny, and desperate for relief. It hadn’t been enough, even with two of them, perhaps because they were both girls, which was nice, but it was cock that she craved the most. It was all she could think about on the way to the station, and it made her wish that she had masturbated in the bathroom before leaving. Maybe even grab the first hunk she could find and show them a good time… maybe two of them… If anybody had been fortunate enough to be in front of her they would have discovered that she had abandoned her inadequate bra entirely, throwing it in the trash before leaving school to give her aching breasts some breathing room. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to the lower half of her boobs, showing off a veritable valley of cleavage and rock-hard nipples visible through the thin fabric. Luluko wasn’t aware that they could be seen, but would have found it even hotter if she did.
Luluko’s mind was practically empty besides her sexual fantasies, fully intending to get home and bring herself to the orgasm she desperately craved. It was just to clear her head, she thought, although if she’d done any of these things as she imagined them before leaving, she would have been no less horny as the train finally arrived, her mind even sluttier than her body. The train was packed, Luluko needing to practically cram herself in just to get inside, not wanting to wait for the next one. After some awkward shuffling about she was pressed against the door chest-first, feeling her stiff nipples rub against the glass as her boobs were pushed flat. She felt like she was being pushed against the wall and railed, only without the fun of being railed. The train carriage was hot, stuffy, and had no room to move whatsoever at this rush hour, with barely room to move your arm without bumping into somebody.
As a result, Luluko wasn’t surprised when she felt something touch her bubble butt. In this environment and how big it was, she didn’t blame anybody for accidentally copping a feel. However, she was surprised to find that it stayed there, then started moving around. That wasn’t just brushing against it, somebody was definitely groping it! She could feel a large hang squeezing her ass through her skirt, then going lower and reaching under it entirely. She stifled a gasp as it went lower and stroked her thigh, then experimentally ran a finger along her now wet panties. Already red in the face, Luluko focused on the reflection in the glass, seeing a sleazy-looking young man grinning as he discreetly felt her up, while having an otherwise inconspicuous posture. It was easy to miss when the passengers were packed together like sardines, after all, but surely the people right next to him would notice…
Luluko’s question of why he was getting away with it was answered by noticing that the two men flanking him and practically surrounding Luluko looked quite a lot like him, and that he seemed to be whispering to them. Another hand groped her other cheek, while a third caressed her waist. Luluko kept quiet, blushing and trying to hide just how horny she was. After all, if one of the other passengers noticed, they might stop the men molesting her! She thrust out her ass a little, making it clear to the others that she was a willing participant. The three glanced at each other, surprised that they were groping an actual slut, and not just some over endowed girl who didn’t want to make a scene. They quickly got bolder, squeezing her, fingering her, and one finally even reached out and began to squeeze her boobs, once he noticed that nobody was watching. He kneaded her nipples and it was all Luluko could do to not let out a loud moan, wishing that she could speak and beg them to go harder, to molest her more, to give her exactly what she wanted.
Just when Luluko was starting to feel like she could stand it no longer, she nearly fell flat on her face as the door slid open with a ding, stumbling out followed by the laughing men. Her thighs slick with her own juices, she giggled innocently as they winked at her, ready to head off to work and laugh to themselves at the dream situation they had ended up with. They were surprised when they looked back to find Luluko hungrily tailing them, the horny slut eager for them to finish the job they had started. She had little regard for anything that might happen to her as long as she ended up fucked by the end of the day, and figured that these men might be her ticket.
“You lookin’ for some more fun, missy?” One asked inquisitively, Luluko biting her lip and nodding. “Don’t worry, we got the perfect place for you…”
–
Luluko followed the three men, slightly disappointed that they weren’t leading her into some alley or seedy hotel to fuck her senseless, and instead were heading towards their workplace, wherever that was. All sense of danger or consequences were gone from her head, ruled entirely by her raging libido. All Luluko wanted to do at this point was fuck and get fucked, no matter how she got it. And even if all three of them had railed her right that moment, she likely would have been no clearer of mind than when she had started, merely standing over their exhausted bodies slick with juices and pouting that she wasn’t even close to done yet.
Luckily for Luluko, it wasn’t long before they reached their destination: Babel Tower, something Luluko recognised even in her current state of mind. It was an open secret that it was a particularly seedy establishment, perfect for her. She was brought through the doors to the receptionist, with the three men explaining that they had found the perfect new slut for them. Luluko was hardly listening at this point, focusing instead on making bedroom eyes at any man or woman within eyeshot.
“Alright, take her round back.” The receptionist said, pointing Luluko towards a staff door while the three men sniggered and waved goodbye to her, promising to see her “up above”. Behind it was a sturdy looking man in a black suit, who glanced down at Luluko, then to her F-cups trying to split the fabric they were stuffed into. He wasn’t sure if she was an actual student or somebody who had walked in straight from a sexy schoolgirl porn shoot, but it wasn’t his job to be inquisitive. Where she was going, it certainly didn’t matter.
“So, when do we get to the sex?” Luluko said stupidly as she was led into the complex, the man raising an eyebrow in incredulity. Just how horny was this girl? Good for her, considering what her job at Babel Tower was about to be.
“Go through here and take your clothes off, then stand in the middle.” She was instructed, emerging into an empty white room. With the promise of sex in her future being all the incentive she needed she disrobed, her last surviving blouse button snapping off as she fumbled with it, the final death knell for a shirt she’d no longer need. Her skirt and panties hit the floor, and she took her time tugging her stockings off before kicking them away. Her F-cups could not and would not be contained any longer, nor would her bubble butt or hourglass hips. Her pussy was dripping, her panties wetter than if they’d been dumped in a pool when she took them off.
“Now what?” She called out, her body’s heat causing her to sweat even in the cool room.
“Just stand still!” She heard the man call, then a mechanical whirring around her. The ground seemed to be rising up around her, the ceiling simultaneously coming down, and before she knew it, she was enclosed, surrounded by a metal cage that let no light in. This might have been enough for Luluko to finally break through the heat haze in her head had she not felt a prick on one of her globular ass cheeks, the pain lasting for but a moment before her whole body was set on fire.
Luluko let out a low, guttural moan as her pussy turned sopping wet, fingers flying to it while her knees buckled and her spare had desperately pawed at her breasts, her rock hard nipples exploding with sensations fiercer than she’d ever felt before. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as her puffy lips formed a perfect O-shape, mashing her soft thighs against each other as she nearly collapsed into a horny heap. She fell against the wall in front of her, boobs pressed flat against the cold metal, and you couldn’t blame her for noticing that her hefty breasts were pressed a little too flat, even for how squishy and gropable they were. Her body arched ninety degrees, ass stuck out in a primal display of horny submission, begging a non-existent man to use and abuse her desperate pussy and any other hole he could fit his cock into. However, consumed by lust as she was, Luluko was nearly oblivious to the fact that her body was taking on a wild transformation, and her heat was merely the first sign of it.
In her vain attempt to relieve the fire between her legs her thighs were mashed together so hard she felt like she wouldn’t be able to separate them, not noticing at all the fact that she couldn’t, Her legs had taken on a certain sheen to them, one that might initially be mistaken for simply sweat given how horny she was, but could quickly be seen was clearly a strangely plastic gloss, almost like rubber. Luluko felt so hot it was like she might melt, like her arms were drooping from the heat. Had she not been in darkness she might have noticed that this was quite literal, her arms bending from the elbows inward. She lost the strength in them, causing her hands to slip from the metal and swing loosely, the momentum causing them to land with a wet slap against her hips, where they seemed to remain firmly stuck. Her wobbly elbows, drooping like putty, made contact with her side, wrists against her hips, elbows sticking to her waist, and her biceps pressing inward against her ribcage. Luluko realised that she was stuck in her bent over position, her torso forward almost ninety degrees while her fused-together legs, forming the shape of hips and thighs from the outside while being one mass in the middle, had joined together at the feet as well. Curiously, her huge, round breasts seemed to be as firm and perky as ever, albeit gaining the rubbery sheen of the rest of her body.
Suddenly, she heard the whirring again, this time from just the wall she had been leaning against. It pressed against her face, Luluko feeling her lips kiss the metal, and then pushed inward. Normally this would have either pushed her back upright, her body bending by necessity, or simply caused her to snap, had she been rigidly stuck in place. Instead, in a bizarre display, she was pushed inward, the distance between her ribcage and her hips practically vanishing as the mass that was her waist was pushed to her ass, causing it to swell and double in size, like putty that had been squeezed.
The walls again moved, the cage it had created no longer necessary now that it was clear that Luluko couldn’t move. They retreated, leaving Luluko in an open room again, but although Luluko heard it, she couldn’t see any sudden light. She felt like her eyes were closed, but she couldn’t open them again in any form even if she tried. With her face exposed it became obvious what had happened: her eyes seemed to have simply vanished altogether, her face now a flat, glossy surface save for her puffy red lips, which seemed to be inflating by the moment. You could now see that they were twice as big as before and still growing, starting to dominate her face, thick as a doughnut and impossibly soft. They puckered and led to an open hole in the middle, making it clear exactly what you were supposed to stick between them. Her hair had taken on the rubbery quality too, now roughly in the shape of her original hairstyle, her long bangs falling over where her eyes would once have been. Her chest rebounded from being pressed flat by the wall, revealing that they too had grown from the compression of her waist, each breast far bigger than her head with huge, puffy nipples that now seemed to have an inviting hole in the middle, loosened up until you could see that with enough effort, they could be penetrated too.
Although she was in the shape of a bizarre sex object, it wasn’t a very elegant appearance. Things were awkwardly stuck together or squished, and the makers of the machine that had partially crafted her into this knew it. There was one stage left for her transformation, and that was to properly mould her. Two plates emerged from the side of the room and closed in around her, squeezing her putty-like body into its ideal shape. She was squished and pressed, with ample room for places like her round ass-cheeks or heaving breasts, while flattening out other parts like what were once her legs, now much more square and stable. Her ass was pushed a bit higher, making it easy for her ass and lips to be accessed on the same level as high as the average man’s crotch. Once she was properly moulded, mechanical arms descended to do the last bit of fine work. Luluko felt heat and cold be applied to her body from some unknown implement, freezing and stiffening parts of her body to turn them from putty to stiff, solid rubber, such as her leg-base and what little remained of her waist. The important parts were left soft and squeezable like her tits and ass, while the others were made so that they wouldn’t bend or break.
Finally, the machine applied the final touch: metal handles were affixed to certain parts of her body to make her easy to handle and apply force to: where her shoulders once were had steel handles added, as well as the sides of her thighs. With those firmly settled in place, Luluko was finally ready: the perfect relief station for the men of Babel Tower to enjoy.
Had Luluko been sound of mind, not transformed into a beast of pure lust even before entering the room, she might have been terrified or horrified of what she had been transformed into, even without being able to see herself. But internally, Luluko wasn’t thinking of that at all. Her transformation had been orgasmic, each change or compression setting the pleasure centres of her brain alight. She couldn’t get enough of it, and was disappointed when it finally ended, her only thought was when it would start again, and when her hungry holes would finally be filled.
The man who had watched her be reduced to a simple relief station entered the room again, grunting slightly as he picked her up and over to the employee elevator, bringing her up to the club section of the building. She was placed in the middle of the room next to several other unfortunate anonymous women who had ended up in a similar state, although Luluko would have been proud to know that she had the biggest boobs out of all of them. She was affixed to the ground and left for the men to enjoy, Luluko not having to wait long before her holes were finally, finally filled, being fucked from both sides by horny men who were more than happy to use a woman reduced to a literal object. She would have moaned in delight had she still been capable of making any noise, orgasming again and again as various men took turns on her, leaving her holes dripping with semen.
Luluko was completely satisfied, her mind barely more than an object at that point. She lived for pleasure, to be fucked endlessly without ever having to worry about running out of stamina, truly the ideal end form for the slut she had been transformed into. Her only gripes as the days dragged by was that there were times when the tower was closed and there was nobody around to fuck her, leaving her begging for relief until finally the room was filled again, and in turn, so was her…