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Denise Bimbot conversion1

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Denise was stiff and sore when she awoke, like standing in line too long.  There was a buzzing in her ears and her head tingled, but as the fog cleared in her mind she tried to get her bearings. The last thing she remembered was stepping into the shower before bed, then nothing.  She was standing, but her arms and legs felt throbbing and numb.  She realized she was being held and worse, she was still naked.  The lovely woman's arms outstretched and held tight at the wrists.  The muscles in her shoulders burned for she was being held up by her arms.  Denise was standing on tiptoe, her feet barely reaching the ground.  With a surge of fear, she snapped fully awake, looking around.  It was dark. She could barely see but there seemed to be dim lights around her.  She could tell she was in some sort of large room.  She couldn't see any furniture but she could make out writing shadowed on a metal wall.  Something about a lab.  Denise looked about herself and she discovered with fear that she was in the center of a vertical metal ring, her arms pinched at the wrists and held fast by robotic arms.  The whirring at her head stopped and she jerked when she saw another metal arm retracting a miniature spinning saw bade from her head.  At first she had a flash of terror that she had been cut on, but the coolness of her scalp made her realized that most of her hair had been crudely shaved away.

Denise tugged and struggled in the grip of what seemed to be a bizarre torture device, her legs kicking as she tried to stretch to the floor to get some leverage against the arms holding her.  With each tug against her bonds, the voluptuous beauty's breasts rolled and rippled this way and that, as if seeking their own avenues of escape.  Her fear rising, Denise cried out, calling for help.  She seemed to know it was futile, but she called out just the same and her pleas echoed in the dark, empty room.  The briefest flash of hope made her gasp, as she heard another voice, but the chill of fear ran down her spine as she realized not only was she not alone in the room, but they had no interest in helping her.

"Begin the conversion." echoed a voice, crackling as if from a speaker.  There was a "Yes Sir." in response by another voice and Denise felt the ring holding her begin to whir and vibrate around her.  Metal arms unfolded from the ring all about her and unceremoniously began to work.  Denise yelped and screamed as they began to poke and prod her struggling body.  One arm was tipped in a syringe and stabbed at her repeatedly in serial killer fashion about her hips, buttocks, and thighs.  It felt like she was being injected with ice water, but then the numbing chill blossomed into a deep almost burning heat as she felt her muscles ripple and convulse.  Another arm hovered over her chest and then clamped down on one of her nipples with a cold metal suction cup.  Immediately Denise felt her nipple sucked deep into the lewd apparatus and it throbbed and tugged as her impressive gland like a ravenous milker.  Denise gasped amongst her screams of protest.  Her body was flooding her brain with such mixed messaged.  Fear and terror mixed with humiliation and pain, but also were flushes of pleasure and tingles of unwanted enjoyment as it seemed her very flesh was forced to feel everything at once.  Denise looked over and a man had come out of the shadows.  He stood there stoically working a remote tablet, looking up at her from time to time with a noted lack of concern.  She was about to beg him to help her, or at least let her go, when he pressed the tablet.  The syringe arm retracted from Denise's swelling buttocks and slid up to her breasts.   With assembly line precision it stabbed the syringe into the side of Denise's large breast and the helpless girl shuddered as she felt it pumping it's contents into her.  Denise's tit began to swell, growing rounder and heavier, as if inflating like a balloon.  Within moments it was a cup size or more larger than it's mate and the difference would look almost comical if it weren't for the terror on Denise's lovely face.

As the arms molested and reshaped her tits, another metal appendage rose up and Denise couldn't help but look to the man pleading him to stop.  The new arm had some sort of mask on it, which now hovered over the helpless woman's beautiful face.  Denise could see on the inside of the mask were tiny needles and electrodes and circuits, like a hi-tech version of some medieval torture device.  The girl yelped a single scream as the arm and mask pounced on her like prey.  The arm held the mask tight against Denise's face as her body jumped and jerked in the holding ring as if she were being electrocuted.   Impassively the man standing nearby watched and worked the remote controls as Denise convulsed and spasmed.  The conversion process was nearly complete.  The helpless girl's body was being manipulated and enhanced, and now her mind will be reshaped to match...

[[ Denise is the gorgeous OC of the ever luscious :iconcuria-dd: ]]
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davidson390's avatar
Is there a series to this or just a single post??