All that You Can Imagine by: Midnight Tentacle Possible Turnoffs: This story contains descriptions of bimboization, rape, bovine transformaton, tentacles and masochism. The idea for this story was inspired by a story that appeared on overflowingbra not too long ago in which a blind date couple went to a back alley club and received sexual enhacements to fulfill fantasies. I remember their enhancements being ordered as though they were at a restaurant, their wishes being taken by a waitress with blue skin I think. it was a very good story, with its strongest qualities in the creative depictions of the transformations, but much of it was not a particular taste. So I decided to contribute and write my own tail of a pay as you go fantasy outlet (though I think it's been done many times before). I don't remember the author or the title, but if any of you do please let me know. I will credit the author for their idea in the next chapter if this story is acceptable to stay posted at this site. -Chapter One- “So what’s your name?” asked Vincent from behind his desk. In front of him in a minimalist metal chair sat a young brunette, of medium weight with a curvaceous figure. She was a showpiece of rounded feminine beauty, not a stick, but very fit. She had a decent amount of tone in her thighs and hips without them being skinny, and her breasts weren’t too bad either. If his eyes were telling him right, he was sure she were naked under her coat. “I’m Jessica Dalem.” He wrote it down on his application form. A formality for his business, which was nestled deep within the bowels of a high-rise skyscraper, unknown to most of the world. Only the customers who searched him out on their own, the ones who truly wanted what he had to offer, knew about it. “Care to tell me about yourself? Interests, occupation, age, life goals?” he asked. “What do you need to know? You just need to know my fantasy Vincent, which suffice it to say, involves you not caring who I am as a person. I don’t want my sex partner to see me as a woman; I want him, or her, to see me as a toy. I get off on being used.” “What is your fantasy then?” “It’s rather unusual, are you sure you can handle it?” “I’ve seen plenty of weird fantasies in my days at this desk Jessica. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one I would consider not weird. Fantasies, regardless of content and what society might say, are totally normal. Of course, it could mean in fact that I’m just as weird as everyone else who comes here. I deal with a select niche of the market, the fantasies other places are too scared to touch.” “Where should I start?” she bit her nails, she was nervous to confess her inner lusts to him. Most women who came by usually were cautious and embarrassed because of the content in which he dealt, but they always got over it. “How about specifying lesbian or hetero?” “Definitely hetero, that’s a big part of my fantasy. I’m actually bi, but a woman can’t come the way I want a man to. Some ladies can squirt, but with a man its guaranteed.” “Why don’t you start there, why a male partner is important to you.” “I want to be used, owned, controlled. I want a man to treat me like a toy and to take away my rights. When I have this fantasy, I want to be as dumb as a fucking post, so I don’t have to think for myself. That way I can be used however my master sees fit, and he can ravish me and degrade my body with his seed. I want someone to fuck my brains out and I want a man to do it because he can mark me with his cum. When I watch porno films, I love seeing girls get spunk all over their faces and hair and then lick it up. It’s just a turn on for me. I think its because it’s so extreme and so out there. It’s wild and animal like; its inhuman. For a short period of time I can be something or someone else entirely.” “So you see it as a potential release then? A catharsis of pent up energy? Something extreme that will use a lot of energy, that will be fast and hard?” “Exactly. Something so far out of this world I can feel like I don’t exist there anymore. Something that will feel like a whole new plane of existence – of fucking.” “Alright then, so you have a thing for domination, barbarism and bimboization.” Vincent took some notes and checked off several boxes on the forms in front of him. “Is there anything else you’d like?” “I want it to be hard and loveless. I want my thoughts to be changed, I want to be dumb for a limited amount of time and I want to feel like I deserve to be violated and punished.” Jessica shifted in her seat. Vincent got the idea that now she was going to get to the really extreme part, as if it wasn’t already crazy. “I want to be transformed.” “Physically?” “Yes physically.” “In what ways?” “Animalism, I want to become part animal. And I want to be dumb for that part especially, because I don’t want to have any second doubts once I start living my dream. I just want instinct, passion and lust.” “You really have a kink for being a dumb bimbo, and it can easily be done. But let me clarify how its done. It’s not that you lose your intelligence, rather you become absent minded, unable to think. All your knowledge and experience is still there, but for a short period of time everything you see and process in your head will be interpreted sexually. Everything will have that spin to it and your head will be so filled with thoughts of fucking and cocks that you won’t have room for other thoughts.” “Oh my -- I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” she gasped. “Now for the animal part. What sort of anthropomorphism are we talking about?” “Bovine. Make me a cowgirl. Lots of tits, lots of milk.” “An udder?” “Definitely an udder.” “What kind? Do you want a carbon copy of a cow’s udder or a humanized version? A humanized version is basically just a large breast, but with four nipples. And there are two placement options. Either just above the crotch, or replacing the vagina altogether. Just above the crotch allows for intercourse and sticks out in front, but if you’re into milk it could replace your vagina and be laced with clitoral nerve endings. Transformation junkies usually pick that one, because it’s a more intense build process. I’ve only had one other girl want an udder before, and she took that one. She loved the way it hung down instead of forward, because it would smack against her knees. Just walking would make her cum.” “I’ll take the vaginal one. Is it really good?” “If you can imagine it, it’ll be yours. I promise it’ll be good. What about your tits? Enlarge and multiply them too?” “Yes please, I want them huge. And I want huge nipples, massive nipples like great spires with huge holes at the ends for all of my milk.” She peeled open her coat and revealed her naked body. She cupped her breasts and hoisted them in her hands, balling them up into spheres that were free from gravity. “These are C cups, but I want them much bigger. Bigger than my head even. I haven’t ever been sure about how many I want, but I think I could start with four and go from there if there’s room.” “If you want I could simply use a lactation serum and a multiplier. Since you haven’t decided on size they’d simply lactate until they can carry no more milk. You won’t get the immense size you would with adipose tissue enhancers, but it’s a start. Besides, I think you’ll be too occupied by your udder to care.” “I think that’s it thank you.” She gasped. She was relieved to get the confession of her fantasy out once and for all. Now the butterflies started humming in her gut as she awaited her session. “One more thing.” Interjected Vincent. “Just to clarify the animal bit, you want the ears and the tail right? Humanized versions? Basically floppy cow ears and a tail that are still made from human flesh with no fur.” “Yes, and some horns. I almost forgot.” “But wait…” he smiled, “there’s more. We have normal fucking, in which I do the honours. Or we have machine fucking or tentacles. I know you said you wanted to be owned by a man for your fantasy, but the tentacles can be especially merciless and heartless. I think you should go for those based on what you’ve told me. They only care about their own gratification, which just so happens to include stuffing your every hole and cumming and spewing all over you. It’s about as extreme as you can get.” “If you did the fucking would you use condoms?” Vincent just stared at her, surprised she hadn’t already determined what he was. It was as if his flat demeanour had slipped by her completely. “I’m a cyborg. I have no diseases, and I assure you that my flesh is completely clean.” Jessica licked her lips. She was cautious, but if her fantasy really demanded as such she was willing to go the full nine. She was sure she wanted as extreme an experience as she could get. She had hidden her fantasies for so long that they begged to come bursting forth. She had years of repressed feelings to vent. “I'll take the tentacle rape.” She almost couldn’t believe that she was doing this. Just going over the things she told this man in her mind made her feel dirty. It felt good to be dirty, but even she thought she was getting quite out there. It was exhilarating. Who could know what awaited her. She had no idea what to expect, and she had even designed her own temporary encounter! Vincent stood up from his desk and held out a hand for her to take. “Right this way Jessica, let’s get you prepped and into – costume.” “Will it hurt?” she asked meekly, nervously taking his hand. He led her down a hall to the left with an arm around her waist. "No it doesn't hurt. Transforming is one of the best parts. This is a whole day event my dear girl." “Do not worry Jessica. You’ll get what you want, you’ll feel happy about it, and then you’ll go on living out there in the world as the normal person you actually are.” -End of Chapter One- Please leave feedback, and I'm sorry there were no 'actual' depictions of transformations in the first chapter, but I thougth that a woman describing all of the crazy things she wanted done to her was sexy. Let me know if I accomplished this. I realize this story site stipulates that no stories without actual BE can be uplaoded, but I think it's clear where this story is going. I'm doing the second chapter now, but I wanted opinions. Thanks for reading.