Becoming Beautiful with BMO [Trans-Woman TG]

Commissioned by Rel.Pink

Brittney is sick of being on waiting lists to finally have a woman’s body, so she decides to take a risk on BMO’s body and mind-altering syringes. 

This story is set in the BMO Universe owned by Rel.Pink! They commissioned me to write this tie-in for their game and then formatted it into he attached EPUBs and PDFs below. We hope you enjoy!

~

Brittney sat on the edge of her bed, the phone pressed to her ear, her thumb running nervously along the edge of her blanket. After an hour on hold, there was finally a voice at the other end, but it wasn't saying what she wanted to hear. 

"You’re still a ways down," the nurse replied, her tone thick with indifference. "I’m sorry, but there’s not much I can tell you. It’s going to be a while. We're moving as quickly as we can, but it’s just how the system works."

Brittney’s chest tightened, the words stinging more than she wanted to admit.

"How far down? You told me last time I was 'getting close.' That was three months ago. I need something more concrete than this."

The nurse let out a sharp sigh, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "Elective surgeries like this have long waiting lists; that's just how it is. You're always welcome to go for private insurance if you're impatient. You’re still on the list, and that's all I can tell you right now."

Brittney’s grip on the phone tightened, her fingers digging into the plastic. Impatient? Of course, she was being impatient. This wasn't some Botox injection or frivolous lip filler. This was her life, her sense of self! It was the surgery to finally make her a 'real' woman. But how much longer could she keep waiting for a system that didn’t seem to care?

Her reflection in the mirror across the room caught her eye. She looked better than she had before, yes—her face soft and feminine, her hair long enough to tuck behind her ears, and her body finally starting to curve in ways she never thought possible. She had worked so hard to get here. But none of it mattered if she couldn’t feel whole. If she couldn’t stand in front of that mirror and see herself as the woman she truly was.

"Can you at least give me a rough estimate?" she pressed, trying to keep her voice steady.

Another sigh. "Like I said, ma’am, the waiting list is long. You’ll hear from us when we get closer."

Brittney swallowed hard, staring at the faded pink walls of her room. The space felt too small, too confining, just like her body, like this waiting. She wanted to scream, to throw something, but instead, she just closed her eyes and fell back on the bed, listening to the dial tone for a moment before her phone shut it off. 

The wave of sadness didn't last long; it coiled into white hot frustration.  She stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the street below, her heart hammering in her ears. How long would it take for her to feel complete? To feel like the woman she was on the inside? Every day that passed without that surgery felt like a day lost. A day stuck between the woman she was and the one she could be.

But the system was slow. And she had no control over that. Brittney took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her hands were shaking. She just wanted to feel right. She just wanted to be right. And at this point, it felt like that was a dream that would never come true. It had taken her years to come to terms with the idea that she was trans; a woman, stuck in a man's body. 

Starting drugs, slowly feeling her body change, had been incredible. But they could only do so much. She looked down at her still squarish hips. Knowing that her traitorous cock and balls were still there. She looks at her reflection in the mirror; the ample chest there only possible with turtleneck sweaters since they hide the fact that those curves were nothing more than a stuffed bra. Her real chest was flat and dull. 

“Be patient, be patient, that’s all they ever say.” She muttered, “As if they don't spend every day in a prison cell that is their own body…”

Brittney flopped down onto her armchair and ran her hands over the glossy magazines on her coffee table. Women in tight-fitting workout gear, low, plunging necklines with cleavage for days. What she wouldn't give to have real, soft, bouncy tits of her own. 

“Ugh, why do I buy these things?” She asked the open air. “They only make me feel worse.” 

Her voice trailed off at the end when she caught sight of one of the names splashed across the front cover. That was…a man’s name. Curious, she picked up the magazine and followed through to the listed article; it was about BMO TV. She’d heard of the company, of course, who hadn’t? But she’d never watched the TV show. The more she read, the more fascinated she became; syrignges that could turn people into bimbos? More importantly, they were announcing their first male contestant. Apparently, they were strong enough to turn men into women…interesting. 

“Where have these been all my life?” She muttered in astonishment. 

They were certainly more risky than the traditional route, but the idea that one little poke could get her the body she’d been craving instantly was…well, enough to have her reaching for her credit card with one hand and typing in the web address for BMO on her phone with the other. 

~

The next few weeks of waiting would have felt like agony, had she not endured months of waiting on that surgery list already. When the box came, stamped with BMO’s logo, she could hardly contain herself. Inside, wrapped in bubble wrap, was a container with her purchased syringes. 

“Holy shit…” She whispered, “This is it.” 

No more weird looks on the street, no more people peering at her before deciding whether to say “sir” or “ma’am”, no more dysmorphia. She was finally going to be all woman, all the time! There was a little card sitting atop the syringes with a thank-you message and instructions. 

“Best given over several days…” She muttered. “Ugh. Fine.”

The biggest one was marked BODY+, it was the one to give women all the curves they could ever want. Brittney couldn’t wait; she stripped down to nothing and positioned herself in front of the mirror before carefully injecting the substance into her side. A pleasant, warm sensation spread through her, like a full-body blush. Her heart raced with anticipation, and with every beat, she could feel the formula swirling through her veins, spreading across her entire body. 

Brittney could practically feel the endorphins rushing through her system, as well as a sense of relaxation. It reminded her a little of the first time she smoked pot back in college; all at once, the problems of the world didn’t seem so scary; maybe because she was finally going to be able to face them with a body that felt right. 

It started as a tingling in her toes, like pins and needles, but more pleasurable. Brittney felt her legs wobble slightly as the sensation grew, and she quickly sat down before she had the chance to fall. Brittney held up her foot in wonder and watched it reshape before her eyes, little toes wiggling as they thinned and became more delicate. The last vestiges of dark hair that grew up her legs began to recede, leaving smooth, supple skin behind. The tingling spread up her legs, and she couldn't help but moan, feeling her thighs begin to thicken. 

It wasn't just the normal amount either; her thighs grew wide, almost overly exaggerated, and her hips began to stretch to match. With a shudder, Brittney forced herself up onto her knees as her ass cheeks began to tingle against the carpet.

“Oh…Oh, here it comes…” She squeaked with excitement, feeling each cheek inflate. 

Then the tingling turned inwards and the pleasure grew. Brittney shuddered with anticipation and forced herself back down onto her sensitive ass, spreading her legs wide so she could see every detail. She alternated looking in the mirror and looking down between her legs as she watched in wonder: her cock was disappearing. The most male part of her was shrinking, melting back into her skin before her very eyes, and it felt so good! She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes back in delight at the sensation.  

Then it happened; her cock was gone, and something new began to form in its place. The dark hair between her legs changed shape; it was subtle. But then, came the split down the middle, and the heat. Her new pussy opened, revealing the dark pink folds and warm, wet hole. It was the most beautiful thing Brittney had ever seen, and it was hers. Tears stung at the corner of her eyes; it was everything she’d ever wanted.

The transformation wasn't done yet, though. Those tickling sensation was spreading upwards, cinching in her waist to an almost comical level. For a moment, she was worried as her lungs sucked in, only for the new normal to settle over her. Her shoulders clicked as they took on a more feminine slope, and then, the other moment she had dreamed of. In her dreams, she would wake in a hospital room with a set of beautiful breasts waiting for her. This was even better; she got to see them grow right before her eyes! 

First, the skin became more sensitive, then soft and slightly spongy as it began to swell. Pectroals disappeared beneath soft curves as slowly, the breasts grew in. Then, the process began to speed up. Her nipples turned hard, and the weight began to press back against her chest. 

“Oh…this feels…amazing…” She whimpered, falling forward onto her hands and knees so she could fully appreciate their heft.

Brittney watched her reflection, watching as those womanly curves grew and grew, hanging off her chest like round beachballs. There was almost a fakeness to them, like they were too shapely and round, but she didn't care. Paired with her new exaggerated waist, she had the most lovely hourglass figure. Even better than the models on the front of her magazines! Nobody could ever call this body manly. 

With each breath in, she could feel her new breasts moving up and down. The weight made her spine curve in the most delicious way as she stayed there on her hands and knees, just enjoying the weight. When she finally sat up, they fell back against her chest and sent a shiver of delight down to her core. 

“Breasts, real breasts…” 

Brittney hefted them both in her now soft, feminine hands. The skin was so sensitive and her nipples os perky and pink. Experimentally, she rubbed a finger across the nub and felt it harden instantly, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her core. Even before she’d realised she was a woman, Brittney had loved her nipples being played with, but now they were three times as sensitive. 

Part of her was tempted to stay there, on her knees, legs spread so her new pussy could be tickled by the carpet and play with her new breasts till she came. But instead, she forced herself up to her feet, wobbling like a newborn deer as she got used to her new centre of gravity. 

A new wave of endorphins flooded through her as she stood on her toes and twisted to examine her new body from every possible angle. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of! Tears of joy pricked her eyes, and she turned to the mirror. 

“Hello, Brittney!” She giggled in excitement, “It’s nice to finally…see you…”

The smile fell from her face, not because her body was a disappointment, quite the opposite. Now that she had the feminine curves of her dreams, the smaller, still male details seemed all the more noticeable. The squarness in her jaw, the shortness of her eyelashes. The hair that reached her ears suddenly seemed so…unladylike. Drugs could only do so much, and they took so long. Luckily, BMO had a cure for that. 

Brittney ran back to the box of syringes, giggling in delight when she felt her new ass bouncing and her breasts jiggling from the movement. It was such a freeing feeling! The next needle along in the container was marked with ELONG+.

“This is it.” She muttered, running her hands through her hair and frowning at how quick the movement was. That was about to change. 

With ease, she slipped the needle into her arm and felt another burst of endorphins as her head immediately began to feel tingly. This change was much faster than the full-body transformation. Her hair began to slide down to her chin, then shoulders, then it kept going. It wasn't just the length; her hair was becoming more voluminous, with a gentle wave. The dull, drab brown she had turned a richer shade, and gained added shine that reminded Brittney of all those shampoo commercials that captivated her. 

Brittney ran her fingers through the thick strands again, feeling them continue to grow as she tugged gently. A memory surfaced of those hair-growth dolls she’d seen as a little kid. She remembered holding one, tugging on the trends and watching as the doll transformed from a crew cut to long, beautiful locks and the sense of longing that it inspired in her. Her father had snatched the doll away, insisting it was a girl toy and instead shoving a truck into her hands. But that doll had stuck in her mind, maybe it was the first hint, even all that time ago, that she was in the wrong body. Now, she’d become that very doll; the thought brought a smile to her face. 

“That’s better.” She smiled, “Now…for my face.”

She was so close, so close! If she could use the rest of the shots to get rid of all her masculine traits, she would finally be a ‘real’ woman. She could live her life properly and with abandon for once. No more nervousness, no more awkward tension when she met people. The final syringe was labelled with VISAGE+. 

“For those finishing touches.” She grinned. 

With practised ease, she took the shot, not even feeling the pain this time and instead went straight to a gasp of delight as she felt her face start to melt and move like wax. Perhaps in another context, it would be horrifying, but not to Britney. She ran back to the mirror just as her vision blurred. She blinked, feeling her eyelids grow heavy as the lashes grew longer. The last of her squareness disappeared, replaced with soft curves, sharp cheekbones and full lips she could only have gotten from years of estrogen and maybe some filler. 

Brittney stared at her new face as the transformation slowly finished up. Her lips were…very full now. Almost botox level full. And her eyelashes were so long that, paired with her now natural pout, they made her look permanently surprised. Paired with her new exaggerated curves, it made her giggle.

“Well, I did want to look feminine.” She shrugged, “Nobody would ever mistake me for a man now!” 

She smiled; it was a little too wide, a little too forced, and it fell. She just wasn't used to this new mouth yet, that was all. After all, it had all happened so fast. It would take some time to come to terms with it and figure out how to move in her new skin. Brittney hefted her new, ample bosom up once more and watched it fall and jiggle in the mirror with a nod. 

“First things first.” She nodded, “I’ll have to get some new clothes.”

~

Brittney had bought plenty of new outfits since she came out. Of course, she had. The first few tentative trips to the women's section had been nerve-wrecking. The sales clerks had smiled kindly and asked if she was buying something for a sister or girlfriend. It had taken a long time before she’d had the nerve to correct them. 

She’d started small; jeans and shirts in women’s cuts. You’d think pants couldn’t vary that much, but you’d be wrong. Slipping into a pair of women’s jeans for the first time had been an experience; the cut was tight and loose in different places. A subtle change, but one that had made her feel more like a woman before she’d even started taking estrogen. 

As time went on, she bought more things: skirts, bras, low-cut tops. They’d all stayed hidden at the back of her closet. Even after her features had started to soften, without womanly curves, she could never pass. The idea of walking around in public like that made her skin crawl. Now, she had the body to match, and then some. In fact, her curves were so big, she didn't fit into any of the bras she’d bought. They were all simple C cups, a respectable size, now she was well past DD. 

So she had no choice but to squeeze herself into a skirt and shirt, sans bra, to go shopping for things that fit. As she stepped out onto the street, Brittney waited for the feeling she’d been craving; that sense of contentment and confidence that came with being a woman in the right skin. 

But it didn't come. 

Instead, that same anxiety thrummed beneath her skin as she walked. Her legs didn’t seem to know how to move; she felt hyperaware of the way her hands swayed and her shoulders sat. Was she walking like a woman? She didn’t feel like it. 

As she stepped into the boutique, she felt a familiar anxiety wash over her. The clerk smiled; she didn't ask who she was shopping for, she didn't seem to suspect Brittney had been born a man. And yet, the voice of doubt in the back of her head continued to whisper. Brittney picked out a pastel pink tank top and a pair of form-fitting, white jeans, and a matching set of earrings and necklace in the shape of hearts. It was an outfit that practically shouted Barbie, especially with the pink heels the assistant suggested.

“Oh, you look incredible!” She gasped, and Brittney forced a smile; it still didn't look right. Neither did her walk; even as she paraded around the changing room in front of all the mirrors. She was too stiff, too hunched, too…manly. 

By the time she got home, her anxiety had reached a fever pitch. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong. She finally had a woman’s body, but she didn't know how to use it. She looked down at the pink and white and pulled a face; she didn’t even like this outfit, she’d just picked it because it looked girly. Brittney bit her lip; what was she going to do?

“BMO had the solution to my body…maybe they could help my mind too.” She whispered and immediately dove onto their website, scrolling through listings until she saw one that made her eyes go wide. 

She clicked order. 

“Perfect.”

~

The FEM+ Syrgine looked just like the others, and Brittney took it out of the box almost reverently. This would help her; apparently, it aided in ‘feminine body movement and aesthetics’. Still, she felt a little nervous injecting herself. Changing her body was one thing, but her mind? She just had to hope it wasn’t going too far. 

There was another warm feeling that flooded her bloodstream, but it sank inwards this time, soaking right to her core before finally dissipating without any outward effect. Brittney sat, shoulders tight, hands on her knees as much as her new chest allowed, and waited. 

And waited.

“Was it a dud?” She asked herself, head tilting to the side, as she pressed a finger to her lip.

Then she froze. She’d never posed like that before. Brittney jumped to her feet in excitement, instantly balancing on her new heels in a way she never had before, and practically skipped across the room. Her hips took on a natural sway, and her long legs seemed to know exactly where to place themselves. 

“Oh yeah!”

All at once, her body knew how to move, how to stand with one hip cocked, how to smile in a way that made her lips and teeth sparkle under the light. She felt like a million dollars. The fabric of her jeans hugged her as she walked up and down the length of her bedroom like a runway model, and she giggled in delight. After a moment, she jumped backwards, landing on her plush ass on the bed and immediately started googling online clothing retailers. Outfits jumped out at her: sleek evening dresses, tight-fitting party outfits, cool leather jackets that would show off her shoulders. 

She began filling her cart, credit card limits be damned. She was finding her sense of style at last, and she wanted to make it last. For once, she didn't even hesitate to order overnight shipping. 

“Today might have been a bit of a dud.” She told her reflection, “But tomorrow, I am going to greet the world as the real me. Just you wait and see.”

~

Brittney had never been the most social person, but she’d had a decent group of friends. The problem was, they were all guys, and when she came out as trans, most of them had slowly drifted away. She couldn’t even be angry; they just didn’t know Brittney, not really. She’d kept a mask up for so long that when she finally started to act like herself, she wasn’t their friend anymore. Over time, they’d all slowly disappeared from her life, with one exception. 

Brandon was a good guy, accepting. He did his best to be a good friend, even if he wasn't sure how sometimes. He still called Brittney by her dead name out of habit a lot, but once again, Brittney couldn’t even blame him. She had gone by that name for years, and before the BMO syringes, it wasn’t like she passed. Before today, she had never really looked like a Brittney, not on the outside. 

So when she walked into the bar, hips swaying, bust heaving with each breath and heels clicking, she felt a thrill run through her. She was finally Brittney inside and out; so much so that Brandon didn't even recognise her; he did see her though. She giggled, watching as she caught his eye and he not-so-subtly looked her up and down. It was a bit awkward, watching him try to look cool and give her a flirtatious wink, but at least it was proof she passed now. 

“Hey girl,” He purred, “I’m meeting a friend, but I’d love company while I wait…want a drink? On me?

“Sure, why not?” Brittney giggled, “Since when are you so generous?”

“Since…? Oh shit, do we know each other? I swear I’d remember somebody as…memorable as you.”

Brittney snorted. “Smooth, Brandon. It’s me. Brittney.”

“Brittney?!” He practically fell off his seat in shock. “Woah, you look…amazing! When did it happen? You got all that surgery and healed up so fast!”

“I found a…faster route.” She said in delight. 

Normally, he had to catch himself the first time he said her name. He’d get one syllable through her dead name before quickly switching to ‘Brittney’. This time, there was no such slip; the benefits of looking the part. 

“How did you do it?”

“BMO.”

“The make-up company? The one that supports that awe-I mean, weird TV show?”

Brandon’s face went red, and Brittney held back a teasing smile. Guess Brandon was a fan. 

“Yeah, they have those syringes, the ones the contestants use in their traps on the show. I bought a few, and well, here I am!”

“They can do that to a man?” Brandon gaped before blushing for a wholly different reason. “I mean, not that you’re a man or anything, but just that, physically I thought they only, well…ummm…”

It would have been funny, if his voice wasn't so loud. Brittney felt her hackles rise slightly, quickly glancing over the other people in the bar. Had they heard? Did they know? Nobody was looking, except one guy who was trying really hard not to be obvious about staring at her ass. That should have made her feel better, but it didn’t. Obviously, he was just checking out her fabulous rump, but that little voice in the back of her skull whispered. What if he was examining her? Seeing some proof that she used to be a man? 

“They worked, in every way.” She said quickly, “That’s all that matters.”

“Huh, I heard they were going to have a man compete this year, on the show, I mean, I suppose they would have to work.” Brandon looked her up and down. “Oh boy, did they ever work those are…is it weird to say you’ve got great tits?”

‘He would never say that so frankly to a woman he met at a bar.’ Brittney thought, ‘Not one who hadn’t been born male. He still doesn’t see you as a real woman.’

Brittney forced herself to smile. “They are pretty fantastic, huh?”

She poked one in the side, letting them jiggle in her new bra. Even with all the support in the world, they couldn’t help but move at least a little. They were huge, round and ultra feminine, so why did they not feel like enough all of a sudden? 

“Brittney, stop panicking.”

“He knew-”

“No, he didn’t. He was staring at you ‘cause you’re hot! Not because he ‘suspected’ anything. And so what if he did? There is no shame in being a transwoman.”

“Of course I know that! I just…want to pass. I want to be a ‘woman’ first and a ‘trans woman second’. At least when people first see me.”

“And you do! I don’t think there is a person alive who would say ‘male’ if asked what your sex was.” 

Brittney hunched over the bar, a tricky thing considering her chest. When the bartender walked over to them, he grinned, eye dipping to her chest, which made her feel better. 

“What’ll it be?”

“Beer for me,” Brandon said, “And for the lady…?”

“A cosmo,” Brittney replied a little too quickly. She’d always loved cocktails; to be able to drink one without any condescension of judgment would be amazing. 

The bartender looked her up and down, and Brittney’s heart began to race.

“You sure?” He asked, and Brittney felt her heart clench and her blood boil. 

“Of course, I’m sure? Why wouldn't I be sure?” She said hotly, “Because it’s a ‘girl drink’?

The bartender's face screwed up in confusion.

“Because it’s pretty early in the night for hard spirits, that’s all.” He said slowly, as if it were obvious. “I’ll get those drinks…”

Brittney blushed and kept her head down. 

“He suspected…” She muttered, but Brandon shook his head.

“Nobody would ever, you're…seriously sexy and probably the most womanly woman I have ever seen.”

“...You know, I am beginning to realise you’re not the most eloquent man.”

It was Brandon’s turn to go red, and he was glad when their drinks arrived. Brittney sipped at the cosmo, letting the sugary drink coat her lips. She wished she could ignore it, but she couldn’t stop tensing, waiting for somebody to clock that she had once been a man and laugh. Even as Brandon got more brazenly flirtatious, she couldn’t help but hold back. She had her dream body and knew how to use it, but the shadow of her masculinity was still looming large. 

~

The next few days passed much the same way. That fear of not passing still weighed on her shoulders, no matter how feminine she walked or talked now. She sat in front of her mirror each night, trying to list all the feminine parts of herself to try and get it through her thick skull, but nothing worked. 

Brittney sighed. Maybe Brandon was right, maybe this was all in her head. She needed to stop thinking so much. A thought crept into her head unbidden; BMO had a shot for when her body felt off, maybe there was one to help her stop spiralling mentally. A quick look over the website didn’t produce anything, but the more she looked, the more mentions she found of a shot from the BMO TV show, one called DUM+. 

It was the most coveted syringe to use in traps, lowering mental capacity, and too many doses turned women into air-headed bimbos. She didn’t need that, but maybe one shot would lower her intellect just enough that this sort of overthinking wouldn’t be a problem? The question was how to get it, for obvious reasons, it wasn't on their website like the others. There had to be a way to get her hands on it, though. 

Brittney sat back and thought for a moment. It was practically a drug, right? So maybe a dealer could get her one. She’d never bought drugs before, but she was an adult; she’d seen the people in the dark corners of nightclubs and bathrooms, the ones with a special look in their eyes and a heavy coat to hide product. It was worth a shot. 

~

It took a week to find a proper dealer, one who had more than party pills and the like. She was a spunky-looking woman with purple hair and a liking for black lipstick. When Brittney had mentioned what she wanted, the woman had thought it was a joke at first. When she realised Brittney was serious, though, her eyes had lit up; DUM+ was a big payday, apparently. 

She felt nervous, taking out such a large sum of bills and handing them over to a stranger in a nightclub bathroom, but the dream of finally being able to enjoy and accept her feminine self was too tempting. Even now, as she stood waiting in the women’s bathroom, she couldn’t shake the fear that somebody was going to point and go ‘ew what’s he doing in here? Perv!’ before rushing off to get security.  

“Here you go!” The woman grinned, “Took a lot of work to find, these things are like hotcakes on the black market.”

“And it’s…safe, right? Just the stuff they use on the show.”

“Probably.” The woman shrugged, “You can always back out, if there is one thing I learned trying to get my hands on this, it’s that there are plenty of people willing to pay for it.”

Brittney bit her lip and handed over the money before gently taking the syringe in her hands. This was it. The woman gave her a mock salute before walking out and yelling over her shoulder.

“And remember, we don't know each other!”

Brittney just nodded dumbly. She was alone now. Outside the bathroom, the bass from the club drowned out her racing heartbeat. This was the perfect place to test it out; surrounded by people, if she could finally let go and have a good time as a woman here, she could do it anywhere. 

She had dressed for the occasion in a tight-fitting purple mini dress, black heels and a pair of golden hoops. Her make-up was perfect, simple, but attractive. She was ready; she just had to take the plunge. Brittney was so excited and nervous that she jammed the needle into her thigh hard enough that it should have hurt. It didn’t, though; instead, there was that same warm rush of endorphins. Only this time, it didn't stop at a warm, pleasant feeling; it kept going. 

The heat seemed to coil between her legs and across her chest. Britney felt her nipples go hard enough that they pressed through her dress, and her whole body shuddered. 

“This doesn’t feel like DUM+...” She muttered, “Mmmm, That didn’t say anything about…about oh, what’s the word? Side something?”

For some reason, that made her giggle, then laugh. Suddenly, thinking felt like it took so much more effort. It was oddly freeing, so have her default be empty. No stress, no worries, no anything really. Brittney felt her face form into a blank, charming smile. Her worries about being seen as a man disappeared like smoke in the wind. Finally, she was free. 

But that arousal was still building. The heat between her legs was reaching critical levels, and her new hole was starting to ache. She’d been so anxious about being perceived as a man that she hadn’t indulged in herself at all. Now all those repressed feelings seemed to be flooding forward. Her panties were starting to soak, she was so wet, and her breath grew breathy.

“This feels…like the other one. What was it called, HEAT+?” Brittney shivered, “Fuck I am so horny right now.”

HEAT+ was the syringe that really sealed the bimbo deal on BMO TV. From what she read online, it drastically increased sex drive to the point of nymphomania. Damn, she could believe it; she felt so hungry for cock it almost hurt. Normally, she would have reservations about hooking up with a stranger; she’d never been a one-night-stand kind of girl, but thanks to the DUM+, she didn't really have the mental energy to worry about it. 

The bass of the music thrummed through Brittney's body as she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the club proper. The rhythm seemed to thrum in time with the ache between her legs and make her sexual hunger all the stronger. 

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and sex already. Something about the music, the body heat and alcohol made everybody stink of it; half the people in this room had probably done it, the other half were just looking for a partner, like her. 

Brittney moved to the beat, her hips swaying in a hypnotic motion that felt all so natural thanks to the FEM+. She could feel the eyes on her, the hungry gazes of men who watched her every move. It was exhilarating, the way their attention made her feel so desired. There was no worry; they saw her as exactly what she was, a beautiful, busty, available woman. 

She ran her hands over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and the swell of her hips. The fabric of her mini dress clung to her skin, barely covering the lace of her panties or her diamond-hard nipples. She could feel the dampness between her legs threatening to dribble down her leg. Every glance, every stolen look, fueled the fire within her. She could feel the weight of their desire, and it made her wetter, made her crave more. She wanted to be touched, to be taken, to be fucked right there in the middle of the club.

As she danced, a man approached her from behind. She could feel the heat of his body before he even touched her. His hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She gasped, arching her back into him, her ass pressing against the hard bulge in his pants. He was tall, his body solid and muscular, and she could feel the strength in his grip.

"You look like you need something," he murmured. “I think I have it.”

  She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and it sent a jolt of excitement through her. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her pussy throbbing with need. She ground her ass against him, feeling his cock twitch in response. He was hard, so hard, and she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her, fuck her against the wall. 

They moved against one another, bodies practically writhing fully clothed to the tune of the music. She could see the hunger in his eyes, which only made her feel hornier. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled his mouth to hers. His lips were hot and demanding, his tongue pushing past her teeth to claim her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her body melting against his. It was good, but nowhere near enough. 

His hands roamed over her, squeezing her ass, her breasts, her thighs. Brittney could feel his cock pressing against her stomach. She wanted him, no, she needed him, and she didn't care who saw.

They continued their sensual dance right to the edge of the dancefloor. The music was louder here, the bass vibrating through her, making her heart race and her breath come in short gasps. They found a quiet corner, shadowed and secluded, the perfect place for what she had in mind.

All at once, she was pressed against a wall. The man loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust. Brittney reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. He watched her, his breath coming in short pants, his cock straining against his zipper.

She unzipped his fly, then reached to pull his boxers down enough to free his length. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and Brittney could feel the wetness at the tip. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly, her thumb swiping over the head to spread the pre-cum; just the way she remembered liking it back in her former life. 

The man pushed her dress up, his hands rough and impatient, but Brittney didn't care; if anything, she was just as eager as he was. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, her panties the only barrier between them. He ground against her, his cock rubbing against her wet lace, the friction making her gasp. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and she needed him inside her.

He pulled her panties aside, his fingers finding her wet slit. She moaned, her head falling back against the wall as he pushed a finger inside her. There was no resistance; she was too wet. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. Only a few feet away, people danced, none the wiser. They probably thought they were a couple making out. They had no idea just how sinful they were actually being. She lowered herself down enough to slip her panties off one leg, leaving herself bare. A husky voice whispered in her ear. 

“You sure, right here?”

"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice. The man thrust into her, his cock filling her in one smooth motion. Brittney bit her lips to stop a cry escaping, her body arched and pussy clenched around the length. He was big, so big, and she could feel every inch of him as he pulled out and thrust back in. God, she had needed this. She was being taken in a way only a woman could, and it felt so right. 

They fucked to the beat of the bass. It was primal and delicious, and Brittney felt herself falling over the edge almost instantly. Then a second time, just as her lover began to slow. She could feel her orgasm crashing over her, again and again, and yet, it wasn't enough. 

They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breath mingling in the small space between them. She could feel his cock softening inside her, and she whimpered, already missing it. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and wobbled on her feet. She wanted more, needed more, and she knew she wouldn't stop until she got it.

“That was amazing.” He muttered, “Best dance partner ever.”

He was spent, Brittney could sense it, but that wouldn’t do. She needed more! She kissed his cheek and sent the man on his way. He was spent, but her pussy was already aching for more. Luckily, thanks to her timely injection of DUM+ and HEAT+, Brittney only had enough room in her head for a single thought at a time, and right now it was ‘sex’. Looking the way she did, there was no way she would struggle to find a new partner. 

Then, as if fate were smiling down on her, a familiar face appeared in the crowd. 

“Brandon!”

“Brittney? Hey! I didn’t know you came-Mmph!”

She didn’t let him finish before she was kissing him. She was way too horny to waste time with idle chit chat. She pulled back and linked their fingers together.

“You were checking me out the other day, weren’t’cha?”

“Uh…a little?”

Brittney giggled. “Well, big boy, wanna do more than just like, look?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

She loved how he answered so fast; this was almost too easy. She grabbed his wrist and led him across the dance floor toward the door. Probably best she didn’t risk another corner fuck, she could wait till they got to the hotel a few blocks awa,y and if not, well, there was always the alley. The syringe of DUM+ lay forgotten in the bathroom. Brittney finally had everything she’d ever wanted, the body and the mind of the perfect bimbo woman; and it was all thanks to BMO Corp.