Spandex Sluts (Cheescake&Kotep)

[Cheesecake]

Michelle Marx wiped away the beginnings of a tear, refusing to show any kind of weakness even though she was sitting alone in her room. She had survived this long, fighting against the tyranny that controlled the country, that she had almost forgot what it was like to feel like a human being. Yet yesterday morning - she lost her sister. The pair had been inseperable until she was caught during a run to the resistance bunker in the north of the city. A simple mistake, and they caught her.
She wasn't dead. No. That's not what they did. The tyrant who ruled the world had started a crusade to turn every single woman in to a dumb bimbo. And that's what her sister was now.

The thought of becoming one of them sent a chill down the woman's spine. Escaping the city was impossible, as there were checkpoints on every single road leading out of here. And even if she did manage to leave for the countryside, there was no where else to go. Every road she could follow would take her to the same old scene. Spandex sluts with their inflated chests and big backsides, puckered lips and high heels that added at least six inches to their height.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door, and Michelle stood up quickly, brushing away any kind of emotion that she had allowed to slip out. She was the leader of the capital city's resistance group that seemed to get smaller with every passing week. This bunker alone only had three members left inside of it (although there were others located at various points in the country) and each of them had been a little edgy recently. Zipping up the front of her loose-fitting army jumpsuit, it only occured to her that her weapon was out of reach as the door began to open.

 

[Kotep]

Michelle was looking straight into a pair of thick, plump, ruby red lips, stuck into a permanent pout and glistening slightly in the light. The magnificent pair belonged to the uniformed bimbo standing behind the door--even in uniform they were unmistakable, not just for their incredible bodies, but because they had a fashion sense much like the other bimbos. In a spandex approximation of a police officer's uniform, and wearing an officer's cap from beneath which a thick mass of wild, teased-out and hairsprayed platinum blond curls poked out.

"Michelle Marx, you're under arrest for crimes committed against our Glorious Leader," she said, the soft click of her uniform platform leather boots echoing off the floor as she stepped into the room. "Resistance means you're just going to get it even harder," she taunted--it was hard to make bimbos that seemed intimidating, but with those brainless blue eyes gazing at her, fear was starting to creep into Michelle's heart.

"So, what's it gonna be, sugar? Give up, or make me use my stun gun?" she asked, a vicious smile slowly creeping onto her lips. Michelle could hear the faint sounds of the others in the bunker quickly slipping out of the emergency exit. They might not make it in time if she couldn't buy them a minute or two more to get out and cover their tracks...

 

[Cheesecake]

Her nightmare had come true. She knew that it was going to happen someday, knew that they would find her eventually. But she just didn't think it would happen this quick. Had her sister given away their location during the bimbofication process? She must have - not that Michelle blamed her. The resistance leader had no idea what happened during it, whether they were tortured for answers. But once you became a bimbo, you were dumb enough to spill out anything they wanted to hear.

She doubted that the other two resistance fighters would escape, the bimbo brigade were probably surrounding the place and no doubt knew of every single entrance and exit the make-shift bunker had. Raising her hands, Michelle lowered her head in defeat. It'd be impossibly to retrieve her gun in time, and even though the policewoman was a bimbo - they were still good at their job. She'd have that stun gun out before both of Michelle's feet left the floor. But maybe there was a chance of escape somewhere else? Any kind of opening, Michelle would go for it.

"Okay... okay." She conceded, giving a look of disgust at the sight of the transformed woman in front of her. Oh, she could bet the Glorious Leader would be pleased. Michelle had been a thorn in her side for quite a while, and had become target number 1. With Michelle captured, the resistance would suffer a serious blow.

 

[Kotep]

"Heh heh heh...all right, baby," she cooed, smirking as she slipped the handcuffs off of her belt and fastened them around Michelle's wrists. As the bimbo cop strutted around her, she could feel those ridiculously oversized breasts rubbing against her...and a chilling feeling that soon she'd think breasts like those were amazing. "Mm, I'm so gonna get a promotion for this...I'll make sure you get a little extra time, cutie," she said, leaning in and planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

This seemed strange, not much like a raid at all. But as Michele was trotted out of the bunker and toward the big black-and-pink car the pieces started to come together. This cop wasn't going by the books--they'd probably known about the bunker, but were waiting for a good time to strike when she had just read the file and gone to capture the resistance leader herself. The cop's superiors would be chewing her out, no doubt...but it meant her fellow members might have gotten away! She could only hope they would make it somewhere safe before being tracked down.

She was stuffed into the back seat of the car as the bimbo cop drove her back to the police station, then tugged back out as she was pulled up the steps and in through the back door. Melissa was tossed into an interrogation room, but instead of the traditional table with a single light, it looked more like a tacky bedroom, decorated in fuzzy pink and purple, complete with a bed squeezed in there. "Let's get this interview started," the cop said from behind the one-way window. "So, tell me your name and what you do," she said. Melissa could feel the tiniest of tingles where her hair touched her shoulders--the rich blond color was starting to gradually lighten as her hair slowly grew longer. At the same time, there was an even more troubling sensation of growth coming from her chest, slowly pulling her bra tighter.

 

[Cheesecake]

She didn't like this. The interrogation room wasn't anything like she expected at all. All that pink and purple... it was the tell-tale signs of a bimbo's taste. Michelle didn't want to touch anything, she stood in the middle of the room and looked at the window on the far side. She was going to resist. She was sure her sister did the same, made the process as hard for them as possible. Unfortunately, Michelle didn't know just how impossible it actually was. Everyone always turned, and ironically it was the ones that tried to fight it that seemed to become bimbos that little bit faster. She folded her arms across her stomach and turned around, keeping her back to the glass.

"I'm not saying anything." She muttered, refusing to play their little game. They knew her name. They knew what she did. And she was proud of it. Being one of the last women in the country to resist the tyranny of their dictator. "What's the point in these questions when you already know the answers?" She asked, not noticing the slight change at first. Pink. What a horrible, horrible colour of pink.

Then she felt it. Her breasts. Growing heavier, causing her bra to pinch at her rather flat-chest. Oh no. It wasn't happening already, was it?!

 

[Kotep]

"These questions are so we can establish a baseline, so we know how your body responds when it's lying." That was...fairly intelligent coming from a bimbo, but she still didn't like it. "And if you start lying when I start asking the important stuff, I've got some pretty buttons here that can let me do this."

Michelle had to fight back a sudden moan as her bra disintegrated with a soft 'puff', and her shirt now dragged slightly against her nipples. She could see them through the fabric, standing up firmly and seeming to swell as well while her breasts slowly grew out rounder and softer. The weight was one thing, but the sensitivity threw her off the worst--she'd never realized how hard it was with a shirt brushing along your tender nipples all the time.

"Now, I'm gonna ask again, what's your name, and what do you do?" the bimbo asked slowly, as if she wasn't sure if Michelle could understand if she talked quickly. Snapping at her might make her alter her clothes again...or worse, speed up the process. Her hair was curling slightly as the natural color left it, gradually sliding down her back. She reflexively licked her lips as a soft warmth ran through them, and they began to feel a bit puffy--because they were in fact growing slowly puffier, and more tender to the touch like her breasts.

 

[Cheesecake]

Michelle tried to keep the panic off of her face. She thought she was a strong woman, thought that she would be brave when it came to the bimbofication. But she was wrong. She was worried, her body was changing in a way that she didn't like. And soon, her mind would go as well. But Michelle knew she had to go down fighting. She couldn't let anyone see the great resistance leader's last moments as a free woman, filled with crying and begging. The question came again - what her name was, and what she did. Michelle's head shook, now her lips were growing.

By now, things were getting very uncomfortable on her upper half. Her chest really stretching against the jumpsuit, which was becoming less and less loose-fitting. And her nipples: her clothes were irritating them to no end. She gripped both of her breasts, thinking that by pushing against them, they would stop growing. But her attempts were pathetic, and did not work. Her back remained to the window, refusing to allow the bimbo cop to see her face.

 

[Kotep]

Her attempts to hold her bust back were doing little but making it even harder to keep up her resistance. Her fingers digging into the soft flesh, palms brushing against her fabric-covered nipples...all that pleasure was doing more harm than good to her. Subconsciously, her body curled her back slightly as she could feel her jumpsuit starting to shift against her hips, slowly growing tighter around her as hips and ass both began to swell. It wasn't hard to see why some people submitted so easily...it was hard to fight against so much pleasure.

"Having some trouble with your top? Let me help," the cop said, and Michelle could watch as the sleeves seemed to roll away and vanish, leaving just straps that hooked over her shoulders. The material was shifting, and she could feel it quite intensely on her nipples as it grew smoother, more form-fitting...and stretchier. Her growing wild curls of hair spilled against her chest as it bounced forward slightly, wrapped up in black spandex...though if she looked closely, she could see the leopard spot pattern starting to emerge.

She didn't know it yet, but her voice had slowly started to creep higher, sounding more sultry and breathy, while a little voice piped up in her head, "Spandex is sexy!" No, she didn't think tha...well...it was kind of sexy...

 

[Cheesecake]

Michelle knew she was losing the battle, and that deluded state of denial that she was in was quickly beginning to crash down, her mind turning to mush and thoughts of resistance being replaced by dumb thoughts of being a bimbo. Her jumpsuit had completely evaporated, and in it's place was a stretchy, skin-tight leotard made of spandex. Amazingly, it seemed to pull itself enough to compensate for her ridiculous sized-tits, and backside that had become horribly inflated. The former resistance leader's body-shape was now on the verge of becoming comical. She'd never worn tight clothing in her life, always preferring to stick to something loose and baggy. Now - all she could think about was being a stupid whore.

Her flat-footed boots were gone, and now she wore a set of high heeled shoes. One inch... two inches... four inches... six inches! Michelle was now a few inches above the six foot mark, having been on the tall side to begin with without the need for heeled shoes. Her hands began to absently rub at the irritation of the spandex against her nipples, but another hand also crept down to between her legs, stroking her long nails against the fabric.

Oh, that feels good... she thought, turning round and looking towards the window with a near-dead stare.

 

[Kotep]

The cop could recognize that look...and while she probably wouldn't get much out of her now, it meant that there was one less resistance fighter out there, trying to fight against the glorious leader's reign. Her lips were swelling, puffing up further and pouting as they became particularly sensitive. As they grew, a rich red color swept over them, and she could see those lips in the mirror. God, they looked gorgeous. What if they were bigger, though...?

Even her shoes weren't finished with her--both heel and sole began to rise as they lifted into platform heels. Two tiny pinches could be felt in her eardrums before rings of gold began to grow out of them, quickly growing into exceptionally gaudy gold hoop earrings. Matching her neon-colored nails were bright bangles that wrapped tightly around her wrists, glittering and tinkling whenever she moved. Her leotard had broken in two, the top still trying to restrain her breasts, a bright yellow patterned with leopard spots, while the bottom shifted to a vibrant, eye-catching green.

"So, miss...Maxxi Mounds, are you feeling sorry for what you did?" the cop's voice asked. That name was so cute! But...no, it wasn't her name! There was still just a bit of the old her left, still trying to fight back against the oncoming changes. Her thick, almost mane-like head of teased-out hair shook and bounced as she struggled to keep a part of her old self alive.