Lizard Queen

Eye Exam

Added 2025-09-03 16:55:23 +0000 UTC

His soft, girlish appearance didn’t help. The nurse took one look, assumed he was the patient for the “Bimbofication Therapy Trial,” and strapped him onto the table. By the time he realized something was wrong, the machine had already clamped his wrists and raised his legs.

The machine purred to life, cold and clinical, stamped boldly as the Pussy Maker 2000. A whirring drill-head pressed against him, his protests swallowed by the hydraulic hiss. Panic filled his voice as he screamed it was a mistake, but the system didn’t process mistakes—it followed orders. Flesh yielded under mechanical precision, reshaping and softening him. His cock disappeared under relentless pressure, leaving in its place a slick, aching void. His chest swelled, fur taut over new curves, and his face flushed as hormones poured through his bloodstream like liquid fire. As he screamed he felt his lips plumping as mechanical brushes applied makeup and lipstick.

Confusion twisted into unbearable sensation. His body bucked, unwillingly eager, nerves firing in new places he couldn’t comprehend. The reflection staring back at him in the steel panel was wide-eyed, blonde, and undeniably female. By the end, he wasn’t a man needing glasses—he was a freshly minted bimbo, hollow and trembling, whispering through quivering lips: “Why do I feel so… empty?”