The Bimborg (part 6)
by Doctor MC, Mad Scientist
The next morning, I watched Stephanie and Annika go lezzie while Jeri sucked my cock. While all this was happening, I considered the future.
So far, the nanobots had been programmed as if their host would always be female. I knew how to change that, so that I could Welcome men to be my bodyguards and physical laborers. And if all the women of the world were Welcomed, and all the men of the world were Welcomed, and they all were programmed to obey me, then I would have conquered the world.
That’s when I realized: I didn’t want to rule the world. I would be perfectly content with just a few dozen million dollars and a bevy of beauties. Besides, if I tried to conquer the world, I’d have to worry about assassins until everyone in the world had been Welcomed.
So I’d stick with my original plan: No guys would get Welcomed, only hot young babes.
By Tuesday, Stephanie had gained another cup size, and her hair and fingernails were a little longer. Jeri and Annika also had bigger tits and longer hair and fingernails than they’d had on Saturday. More to the point, Annika and Jeri were now Welcomers as well as Pleasure Units, their feminine lusciousnessness marred by “warts” on their left hands.
My earlier thoughts about assassination reminded me that part of my plan was to have an army of Ass-Kicker Babes. I gave my three potential Welcomers detailed instructions about what I wanted my first Ass-Kicker to be like, concluding with “...I don’t want you to do this quickly, I want you to do this right.”
A week later, Annika introduced me to Cindy-4. With Cindy’s Turing-Bimbo subroutines running, and Cindy now dressed in bimbo clothes, she seemed like a smiling, harmless idiot. But Cindy, as it turned out, had a black belt, ninth dan, in Shi No Te. When Cindy kicked off her five-inch stilettos, that meant that some man was seconds away from becoming worm food.
Women Welcomed as Ass-Kickers don’t grow out their hair or fingernails, and their tits grow out only one cup size in the three days after being Welcomed. So Cindy never looked yowza-hot babelicious as much as Stephanie or my Pleasure Units did. On the other hand, Cindy had bulletproof abs, and she could get into sexual positions that Units One through Three couldn’t match.
The naturally beautiful Linda-5, my first Spy Babe, was left even more unchanged than Cindy. Since Linda was a Spy Babe, the nanobots made no hair changes and no nail changes, she got no Bimbo subroutines, and her tits were grown only one cup size. Linda had been an international banker before being Welcomed—and Linda would stay an international banker, though now she’d have a few extra duties. Linda got six centuries of computer-hacking knowledge stuffed into her head.
The nice thing about being surrounded by cyborg slaves is that there’s no need to hog the remote. I don’t know who was even holding it—but since I wanted to watch “Round The Clock,” that’s what we were watching.
Right after handcuffed Jim Bonner got a time bomb duct-taped to his chest, Jackal TV broke for commercials. After the usual ads for car sales and beer, there was this ad: “GC Airlines takes delivery on three 747s. Does that mean they’re hiring? Find out at the top of the hour, on Channel 29 Eyewitness News!”
I thought about that news item (while Jim Bonner kicked his shoes and socks off, and removed the bomb from his chest with his bare feet). GC Airlines was a regional airline, with its headquarters here in Grand City. Since their headquarters was here, the flight simulators and the stewardess school were also here.
For me to gain a large number of bimborgs, I needed Welcomers who lived in places other than Grand City, and who traveled to still other places. And while GC Airlines didn’t go to a lot of places, they did fly to Chicago and to Las Vegas.
In short, I needed Welcomers who flew regularly on GC Airlines. And the best way to do that...
“Jeri and Annika,” I said, “I want you to go to GC Airlines tomorrow and apply for jobs as flight attendants. Stephanie and Linda, do whatever it takes so that Jeri and Annika get hired.”
Linda took her mouth off my cock and said, “Certainly, sir. I’ll make it so.”
A month and a half later, Jeri and Annika graduated from GC Airlines stewardess school. As did Latesha-6, Kumiko-11 and Maria-18.
On graduation night, five young women, each with huge breasts that were wrapped in a GC Airlines stewardess uniform, stood around my bed. Then the hotties proceeded to kiss and undress and caress each other, while I watched.
After that, I fucked every stewardess-bimborg at least once. What a mix of accents, skin colors, and hair colors! You can imagine what that must have been like, me in bed with five Pleasure Units/Welcomers. It damned near killed me, and I’m still young yet!
But what choice did I have? When you’re male and you’re close to even one Pleasure Unit, celibacy is futile.
Three weeks later, Stephanie told me, “Kumiko-11 has just hooked up with Sally, a flight attendant from Terra Airlines, you know? Oh my god, they’re like totally making out in the elevator right now!”
I was pleased to hear that. Terra Airlines flew everywhere.
I rubbed my hands together in glee. Myu-haha, my plan was working!
But even I didn’t fully realize then: The Welcomed stewardesses completely changed the game. And a five-stewardess orgy was only the beginning of the changes.