This choice: The judge bangs his gavel and delivers the sentence. • Go Back...Chapter #4The judge bangs his gavel and delivers the sent... by: Mr. George   "Any last words before I deliver my verdict." The judge asked. Despite his conclusion being obvious, you speak.
"Please, your honour, I know how the evidence looks." you start, admitting what he's thinking isn't unreasonable. "But, your... your honour, It wasn't me. I didn't do it." Choking back the growing stammering, "I admit I found the body... and in my stupidity. I picked up the axe... and yes. I even checked for signs of life."
You stop, as the memories flood back. The vacant eyes of the corpse still haunt you. It's clear no-one believed you couldn't see the victim wasn't obviously dead!
"But, it wasn't me... Please the real killer is still out there..."
Sobbing, a teat trickles down your cheek. You've already failed to find her any peace, or comfort, or help the police find this person you failed to describe. Apologetically, you look towards her remaining family.
Flinching, you recoil from the hatred and disgust on their faces. Your sorrow, and failure seen as excuses, feeble attempts to deflect justice, and deny them the vengeance they want.
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As you sink into a slow breathing routine, the judge waits for you to continue. Before deciding you have finished.
"I only hope you find peace with your deeds, and the humility to admit your crimes, and remorse for your vile deeds. However, I assure everyone present, you shall be punished with bimbofication. Aware as every aspect of the familiar is stripped from you. Until all that remains in your soul, and even that shall be erased, allowing the new bimbo to move on."
He banged the gavel, and you were led away for the sentence to be carried out.
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Too stunned and lost to resist, you were led from the court. The walk to a small room, was briefer than you expected. Your escort gesturing to the nearby table. You were almost too weak to hop up.
He helped. His hands remaining on you, as you trembled from head to toe. He gestured from you to lie flat. You obliged, as you settled down, you felt the prick of a needle at your neck.
All control was stolen from your body, as your limbs locked. But, they were manipulated and moved. Your eyes were all you could move, as you tried to follow him around the room. Your chest rose and fell without your conscious effort, as you were a passenger in your own body.
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Even that was a brief misconception, as you wondered how long before the nanites would follow the paralysing agent. You saw the changes start. felt them too. You felt bare-chested..., your breathing a little deeper... No! shifting a little more weight. Your arm planted by your head, revealing how scrawny and weak it now was... you glanced down, until you saw you were now blessed with breasts! Rising and falling despite your panic, keeping the same rhythm. You watched as your nips grew far fatter than you'd ever seen before.
A breeze made them tingle, as you thrilled at even that sensation.
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Incapable of even expressing that emotion, you internalised it...
That alien excitement was intoxicating, both terrifying and fascinating. A sensation you knew you'd want to experience again and again...
You wanted to deny the appeal, the urge... but it carved deep into your flesh. The smile from your escort was wide and amused. You realised you'd missed something. Breathing more deeply, you glance back down again!
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Your bust has grown even fuller, the intensity even higher, as you fight to keep a coherent thought in your head. Locking eyes with him, you mutely beg him to deny this is real. But, his smile is cruel and wide. His hands miming your mortifyingly huge bust. Once he's sure you can't look away. He mimes it growing even more.
Incapable of screaming, or denying it. You hate how compelling his mute mime feels. A second glance confirms. You can't even shake your head in denial, as you gawp at the incredible bust you now possess.
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Far bigger than any woman you've ever seen. Even the few bimbos you might've glanced. The intensity of pleasure erupting throughout your body is beyond belief. You feel your mind drifting, any coherent thoughts becoming sluggish, and impossibly slippy.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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