Prologue
Aurora had answered an ad looking for people to test a new skin product. She gave her name to the receptionist, and sat down to wait. The receptionist pressed a small button under her desk, and left the room. An invisible gas was slowly released and she shortly passed out. She was quickly gathered her up and transported into the distant, brutal future.
Life for Aurora Mason would never be the same.
The Future
In this future, science was out of control. The inhabitants were loathsome beings. The trouble, oddly enough, were the nanobots created to make life for mankind better. When first introduced, each bot had a small radioactive particle inserted, nowhere near enough to harm anyone, but more than enough to power these tiny machines for tens of thousands of years. The original bots were fairly simple -- they fought illness and sped up the recovery from injury, but nothing else. As the technology grew, "designer bots" were created, promising to keep you slim, enhance your bust, arms -- plastic surgery was a thing of the past.
One unfortunate oversight doomed the future: when people died, the bots didn't. Hundreds of thousands of people received nanobots, and as that generation aged and died, trillions and trillions of these bots escaped into the wild. No-one knows what exactly happened, but these wild bots somehow mutated, with some very unexpected results. A generation of psychopaths emerged, people only concerned with their own well-being, unconcerned and uncaring about anyone else unless it suited their own selfish needs.
Unconstrained and unrivaled greed ruled the world. Governments collapsed, civil authority vanished. Eventually small communities developed, as people discovered they could better satisfy their wants and needs by working together, but it was an unstable alliance at best.
Several generations later, scientists finally created a bot that would perish when the host died, and would kill any wild bots that invaded the body, however, anyone not having this second generation of bots would, eventually, become infected with the wild ones. Once infected, introducing second gen bots would only result in a battle being waged inside the host body, with the host invariably dying a horrible death.
Babies born in participating hospitals were inoculated at birth -- but the wild bots were now so invasive that anyone born outside of a hospital environment would not receive the new bots, as they were almost always already infected. The first wave of people who received the second gen bots were now in their early twenties.
Africa was a lost continent. The few who ventured in were never heard from again. Most of South America, and large portions of the Middle East and Russia were also lost. Europe, North America, the Far East and Australia were the only surviving "civilized" nations, but even there the most unexpected things could happen, depending on what kind of mutation the wild bots had undergone. The dead would often arise long after being buried. Animals got infected. Even normally inanimate objects could take on a life of their own; trees with the ability to move, wooden doors able to open and close, even bend slightly, all on their own. The possibilities were endless, as were the number of permutations the wild bots. Only time, a long, long time, would bring the Earth back to normal again.
The Hospital
When Aurora awoke, she had no idea what had happened. She was told she had fainted, but had been checked by doctors and everything was fine. She was asked if she still wanted to participate (and receive the money). She did. She was told she would be testing a skin care product, but it certainly not just "another" skin care product. After signing a release, she was given a series of shots. Afterward she was kept in recovery until she adjusted.
The first shot mildly altered her brain. She became incredibly feminine. Her voice became delightfully soft and sexy, her lashes grew long and lustrous, her hair soft and silky. Normally offensive body odors became quite pleasant smelling, a faint aroma of spice. She was always at least marginally aroused. Even every day, mundane events could send a shudder of excitement coursing through her -- a bump here, a brush there was all it took, and she'd have to recompose herself.
The rest of the shots were full of nanobots. She received several shots a day for the duration of her stay. These tiny robots would immediately repair any damage done to her exquisite body. They remove any signs of aging and keep her slim and voluptuous, regardless of what she ate. In fact, these nanobots would be able to transform even inedible objects into nutrition to keep her healthy and alive. These bots would keep her pussy tight, her breasts firm and large, and completely remove any damage to her body. She could be killed but it would be difficult, even in this ruthless world. When their work was done, she would be an even more gorgeous girl, the stuff of wet dreams. She became flawless perfection.
Additionally, the internal processes of her body were slowly being reformed by the nanobots. Her breasts were gradually being developed into delightful objects of pleasure. When completed, her breasts would swell when stimulated and eventually, be able to ejaculate upon climax. She would be able to achieve an orgasm simply by having her breasts fondled. Her nipples were becoming her primary sex organs, receiving a tremendous amount of nerve bundles from the reconditioning, while the rest of her breast would become as sensitive as the head of a male organ.
Her pussy was also undergoing changes. Her crotch was soft, malleable and sweetly scented. Her slit was tight, but exceedingly pliant. She also would not become pregnant.
Lastly was the cream. Anywhere it was applied became an erogenous zone. She was bathed in the stuff, with particular attention paid to her breasts, lips, nipples, ass and pussy. This was reapplied daily. At first, simply walking in clothes would provide enough stimulation to bring her to her knees in orgasmic bliss, but she soon learned enough control to handle day to day routines.
Basement
After the final treatment, the slightest touch would send her spiraling into a series of orgasmic onslaughts, much to the delight of several sinister staff members.
One tyrant in particular haunted her relentlessly. He was a fat, disgusting creature who avoided bathing along with most personal hygiene. He worked the graveyard shift and he accidentally happened upon her one night.
She was asleep on the bed; a thin cotton sheet barely concealed her astonishing figure. Her large, full breasts were visible under the thin covering, perfect orbs crowned by stiff nipples that tented the sheet.
He simply stared at first, a bulge developing in his soiled pants. He held the bottom of the sheet, and slowly began to slide it off of her. As the fabric was drawn over her nipples, they immediately stiffened.
The friction kindled her passions and she inhaled deeply, her captivating breasts lifting under the sheet, her hardening nipples clearly visible through the sheet. He stopped pulling, fearful she would awake.
She didn't wake, but moaned provocatively. Her extraordinary breasts rose and fell under the sheet as her breathing deepened, her legs slowly opening as she became excited. The corner of the sheet caught on her ankle, and as her legs widened more of her was exposed. Finally, the sheet pulled away, exposing her breasts to the cool hospital air, her nipples throbbing in response.
She arched her back slightly, her large firm breasts straining heavenward. Her leg finally pulled the sheet off her completely, and she was fully bare to him, her stunning curves in full view.
He placed his hand on her leg and slowly slid his rough hand along her silken thigh, until he cupped her burning snatch. She thrust her hips into his hand, vainly trying to get more stimulation on her aching puss. She was gasping now, her bewitching breasts heaving.
Her impossibly blue eyes flew open. "Wha... what happened?" she gasped, "I was having a dream..." She looked at the stranger in her room, and froze with fear.
"There, there now young lady" the immoral old degenerate sneered, "we all have dreams. Looks like you were acting yours out." He continued leering at her, a nasty scowl on his face.
She couldn't help herself, her need becoming almost uncontrollable. His hard hand was still cupping her, and he felt her pussy spasm slightly. With an evil grin, he slipped a finger inside her. Her eyes opened wide, then slowly closed as she groaned softly, her fear quickly being replaced with desire.
He climbed on top of her, crushing her beneath his girth. Breathing became difficult, but she didn't care. Her passions soared, and she wrapped her lovely legs around his gargantuan torso, pulling her slender hips up to meet him, catching his member into her willing cunt. As he entered her, she gasped deeply, her exceptional breasts pressed into him. He slammed into her, and she began climaxing immediately. Her breasts compressed lewdly, squeezed beneath his massive bulk.
He hammered into her, her breasts heaving deliriously. Each gasp jammed her breasts back into him. Breathing became more difficult as her breasts leaped, swelling with each mind-blowing orgasm. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and began kissing him vehemently. The cream in her lips kicked in, sending her in overdrive. Her orgasms began overwhelming over her senses, and she held on for dear life, flailing under him in unrestrained lascivious elation.
As soon as he felt her soft lips press against his, something snapped inside him. Holding himself up one on massive arm, he backhanded her, hard. Back and forth he slapped her, her head rocking from the vicious attack. She was barely aware of his attack, the staggering orgasms pounding her defenseless body. She eventually slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
After he finished violating her, he rolled off and gathered himself up and left the room. He quietly made his way to the nurses' station and snatched her file. Minutes later, he had a copy and quietly slipped the original back into its place.
He kept thinking about her all the next day, and couldn't wait until his shift at midnight started. He had studied her file, and the more he read the more eager he was to get her back under his power. As soon as he punched in, he went to her room. Once again, she was sleeping under a flimsy cotton sheet. This time he wasn't subtle about waking her. He closed the door, and snapped on the light. The bright florescence light woke her, and she sat up in bed. "Remember me sweetheart?" He snarled. The nanobots had cleared up the bruises from the night before, but she remembered, and she trembled in fright.
She was wearing a loose nightgown that did little to conceal her beguiling charms. "Get up!" he demanded. She stood immediately; her large, alluring breasts trembled conspicuously. He could see the terror in her eyes... perfect. She would do whatever he wanted, just as he hoped. He quickly led her into the basement, anxious to get started. He finally had a woman that would let him do whatever he wanted to her!
His evil setup was all prepared. He quickly shut and bolted the door.
"What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, almost too terrified to speak.
He answered her with a powerful slap to the side of her large, prominent breasts. She whimpered in agony, a stinging red hand print appearing on her left breast.
