This choice: "I sentence you to become a bimbo, and serve society." he pronounced. • Go Back...Chapter #4"I sentence you to become a bimbo, and serv... by: Mr. George   Looking across to your co-accused, the verdict was clearly intended for both of you. "You shall live out the rest of your lives as bimbos. As I understand it, it's only the first few years that are the hardest." He smirks, the look chilling on his face. "After that, any remnants of your previous life and identity are rubbed away, and only the bimbo remains."
He pointed his gavel to you, "For taking an obscene amount of upskirt pictures and videos, you are sentenced to become the target of those who ply the same trade."
He pointed his gavel to your friend, "And to you for monetising this archive, and to the wealth you created. We sentence you both to become the very things you more revile."
Banging his gavel, you missed as the stand was sealed off. The clear barrier impenetrable to the nanites, while allowing the rest of the court see that justice is delivered.
A whoosh erupts from around your feet, as they disappear in a haze of dense swarming nanites. You can only exchange a doomed look with your friend. There's a chill spreading up your body, as it and your clothes are consumed by the swarm. Your skin prickling with boosted sensitivity in the wake of their passing. You shudder to imagine the sensations you'll experience once it climbs higher than your legs.
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A shuddering gasp as it reaches the top of your legs, you quiver barely able to keep your feet. Holding onto one another, you need the support. The tingle turns into a thrill as you love the sensation of your cock being transformed. The widening of your hips is forgotten in the wave of pleasure. Hugging one another as your centre of balance changes. The thickening of your rumps undeniable. The nanite continue their relentless transformation. Your stomach tautening and shrinking, the contrast with those wide hips and full rump give you both a silhouette you loved from afar, never expecting to experience.
Blinking back the tears, a mix of dread, uncertainty and pleasure battle for expression, as it continues to climb.
The worst of the changes are the most obvious. Your flat male chests, gain weight with each breath... nips widening, stiffening growing to a level of sensitivity you'd never thought possible. They rise higher and higher atop fuller and fuller breasts.
Clinging to one another with your eyes, words can't express the bond you're sharing. The future you're facing, and the past you've lost.
Sam's face softens, his jaw rounding out, becoming feminine, those lips becoming fuller and lewder, blinking, you know you're face is transforming too! Those bimbo eyes that are the pinnacle of innocence, without the risk of mistaking them as virginal. Neither face capable of serious expressions, or inspiring anything from men before an erection.
As the nanite swirl away to the ceiling to be reused, you look like blonde bimbo twins. Each naive, busty and lusty. The short skirts and stocking the nanites left in their wake, feel like the most you can tolerare wearing. Wincing at even the idea of a longer skirt, a more smothering top, or even the idea of not displaying your proud cleavage, you battle the nausea. You know this will wear you both down to the bimbos you appear to be.
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The public gallery erupts with delight at the punishment, as you're both whisked away. Given your new simpler identities, and more appropriate jobs, you're both on the streets within the hour. Your minds still reeling, you both have to get to work... Those shelves won't stack themselves, and the rent is due.
Wider hips force you to walk with a sashay, your magnificent ass bouncing firmly at the rapid pace. The wolf-whistles of appreciation mortifying, and worse, at the same time... flattering. It's a insight into the insecurity they've implanted into your new life, and the need to please that defines your new life.
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