Face the Strange Chapter 6 11 Normalization of Deviance
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The Time Mafia Makes a Bimbo
Inspired by stories by Anostus and KhakiAchilles.
Dr. Peter Zimmerman looked around in wonder. He had seen the primitive
2D movies, and read the history books but seeing the early 21st century
in person was completely different. The sights, the smells, the
sounds -- everything was better than he had imagined. He walked down the
street and was pleased to find that nobody seemed to pay him any mind.
His careful research into period appropriate clothing and dialect had
paid off. As far as they knew, he was just another contemporary of
theirs and not one of the 24th century's leading experts in
chronophysics on a mission that he was sure would someday be mentioned
in the same breath as the Moon landing or the first colonies on Mars.
He walked down the street and saw a Starbuck's on the street corner. He
could barely contain his excitement. After a lifetime of synthetic
coffee, tasting the real thing sounded amazing to him. He had his
chronometer run some calculations to make sure having this coffee
wouldn't cause catastrophic changes to the timeline.
EXPECTED DEVIANCE 2.88876514e-8 %
That was well within acceptable parameters.
"What would you like to order?" the barista asked him when he got to the
counter.
"Um... I'll have a, uh, cappuccino," Peter said.
"Alright, what size would you like?"
Peter mentally kicked himself. Of course the 21st century didn't have
predictive portion sizing. How could he forget something so basic?
"Uh, what sizes are there?" Peter asked hoping he wasn't arousing too
much suspicion.
"Well, there's tall, grande, venti and trenta," the barista explained
pointing to the example cups on the counter.
Peter looked at the cups. "I'll have a... grande."
"Alright, that will be $4.15."
Peter passed over some of the counterfeit money he had commissioned, and
took his change and coffee over to his table. While he appreciated the
subtle flavours that real coffee had to offer he leafed through an ad-
filled free "newspaper" that he had seen walking in. This seemed like
the perfect souvenir to take back with him. He was so engrossed in his
reading, that he didn't notice someone sit down across from him.
"What year are you from?" asked a gruff voice.
Peter looked up at the man sitting across from him. He was dressed in a
plaid shirt and overalls, and had a beanie on his head. His beard was
long and unkempt and he didn't look very bright. It was ridiculous to
think a man like this had somehow discerned that he was a time
traveller. He was probably just one of the many "unique" characters who
populated the streets of the early 21st century.
"I-I'm sorry? I don't understand what you mean," Peter said in a tone of
mock confusion.
The stranger shook his head slowly. "Look, cut the act. My employer," he
lifted his hat revealing a small bluetooth headset in his ear, "already
told me that you're a time traveller. Now the question is, who are you
and why are you here?"
Peter's mind raced. How was this possible? He looked around the shop
trying to determine the best escape route.
"Don't even think about running. Have your little toy calculate how much
damage you running right now will do to the timeline."
Peter had no idea how this was happening, but if this stranger knew
about his chronometer then maybe he did need to check how much damage
him trying to escape would do.
EXPECTED DEVIANCE 70.43%
He couldn't help but gasp. "How can me leaving the table cause that much
damage?"
The man smiled. "Let's just say my employer has a scorched earth
approach to getting what he wants."
"Who's this employer of yours?"
"I'm asking the questions here," the man snapped. "You have some idea of
what my employer will do if you don't cooperate, so just answer my
questions and you'll be on your way. So... who are you and why are you
here?"
Peter somehow doubted this man would just let him go, but he didn't see
how he had much of a choice.
"Alright, I'm Dr. Peter Zimmerman. I'm a chronophysicist from the year
2569 and I'm testing a time machine I invented."
The man touched his headset. "Did you get that?"
He listened to a response Peter couldn't hear, nodding periodically.
Finally, he returned his attention to Peter.
"Well, Peter you're in luck. My employer said we don't have to erase you
from time."
Peter didn't know what to make of this. Was erasing someone from time
even possible?
"So, am I free to go?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Once we've made a few adjustments to your timeline. We
can't have you inventing time travel, now, can we?"
Peter went from scared to angry. "I've devoted my entire life to trying
to shine a light on the mysteries of the universe. You can't take that
away from me!"
"Hm... you really have devoted a lot of your life to science. Perhaps
some early interventions would move you away from such intellectual
pursuits. You went to the best schools money could buy all your life,
right?"
Peter refused to answer the question, but the man knew the answer.
"Well, what if your father lost his job before that could happen?
Execute order B1."
As he said this, Peter felt his head go fuzzy. He had theorized about
what a time traveller would experience if their timeline changed while
they were in the past. The closest comparison he had was trying to
remember a dream. He could clearly remember going to a fairly average
high school, and getting a scholarship to a state university. And yet,
if he strained he got wisps of another reality, where he lived in a big
house and went to expensive prep schools and ended up at an Ivy League.
The man frowned. "Hm... it seems you still managed to invent time
travel. How commendable. Maybe, if--"
"Wait! I have a question."
The man looked unhappy with the interruption, but he humored him. "What
is it?"
"Aren't you about to cause a paradox? If I don't invent time travel,
then I won't end up here. If I don't end up here, then your employer
won't have a reason to make all these changes, right? But then if he
doesn't--"
"Enough! Yes, yes. My employer has come up with ways to deal with such
trivialities. The universe doesn't care if you arrive in this time using
your time machine or my employer's."
Peter let those words sink in. This man's employer also had a time
machine. He wasn't the first one to discover time travel after all. Not
that "first" had much meaning where time travel was involved.
The man stroked his beard. "Now where was I? Oh, right. Even starting
from more modest means you managed to invent time travel. But there's a
simple surgery to change your brain architecture." Peter's blood ran
cold. "No don't worry, we aren't talking about brain surgery. Have you
heard of orchidectomy? Execute order B2."
Peter looked down at his crotch but his male breasts were in the way.
"But doctors always said I had congenital anorchidism?" His voice
sounded completely different, yet it was definitely his voice. The man
laughed and shook his head. "That trick usually works on businessmen and
politicians. But I suppose you spent plenty of time at room reading.
Maybe if your mind was more focused on other things besides science?
Just another quick operation. Execute order B3."
"What does that mean?" asked Penelope. She felt dizzy. This time her
speech itself sounded different. Her whole perspective had changed. The
man was suddenly threatening on a physical level. He was bigger than
her. He was gross and creepy. Her vagina became tense and she crossed
her legs instinctively. Thankfully she was wearing her jeans.
"Quite the looker. This job can make a man question his sexuality." He
looked at her chest. Thankfully she was wearing her thick jumper. She
cringed and crossed her arms.
"What are you talking about? What was that about an orchidectomy?"
"Oh don't worry about that. You never formed testicles. One of your
mother's vitamin prescription will get mixed up with a course of
androgen receptor blockers. Without testosterone, a human doesn't
develop male genitalia. You're still you but a different gender, with
different goals and interests in life."
She shook her head and began to cry. "You're telling me that I was
supposed to be a man?"
"Still unsuccessful," muttered the man. He sat in thought for a few
seconds. "Obviously you've needed lifelong hormone replacement therapy.
What if my employer adds a little testosterone and upped the oestrogens?
Execute order B3B."
Penelope's head again went fuzzy. She tried to hold on to her memories,
but the task was futile. She knew she had just said she never had a
crush, but this struck her as absurd. She had crushed on boys from an
early age. Her first boyfriend (though it barely counted) was in middle
school. She had lost her virginity at 16, and if you added all the time
she had spent single in her adult life it would barely add up to a
month.
The sensation wasn't limited to her head this time, though. Something
about her body felt... off. Were her breasts bigger? Her hands went to
her breasts. They felt the same. She knew this was a silly question, her
breasts had always been this big of course, but some small part of her
self-image disagreed with this truth. Surely they were at least a cup
size smaller than this? Her pussy began to soak her panties, as it often
did.
The man sniffed the air and winked at her. Her face flushed and her long
nipples hardened. "I think we're getting warmer. But you're still a co-
author in the literature."
She grimaced and whined, "The team did the technical parts! I just wanted
to be involved so my fianc? got me a minor role. Don't change me again!"
"What if my employer arranges things so that you don't meet your fianc?,
by giving him a great scholarship to a different school?"
"No, don't take Marco--" But even as she said the words she found herself
wondering who she was even talking about.
The fuzzy feeling in her head was the only evidence that this Marco must
have been in a relationship with her in a previous timeline. She was
currently dating Dave. He wasn't on her level intellectually, but she
didn't really care because he had a manly body and a huge cock. She
squeezed her smooth toned thighs together as her pussy swelled. Wasn't
she wearing pants? She didn't even notice her chronometer slowly fading
from existence in front of her.
The man let out a triumphant whoop that made Penelope jump. "Now,
Penelope. Would you mind telling me again who you are and why you're
here?"
"Well, I'm Dr. Penelope Zimmerman and I'm a physicist from the year
2569. Your colleague brought me here in a time machine. I've been very
impressed with it so far." Penelope frowned as the words came out of her
mouth. That didn't sound right.
"Alright, I think you're free to go."
Penelope smiled. "Tell your employer I said thank you!"
The man groaned. "Actually, don't leave quite yet. Apparently, you share
your experiences with an older lover and he actually believes you. He
leads his research group to reverse engineer the technology. You're just
too smart for your own good. I'm sorry but you'll need to be a bimbo.
There's no other way now."
Penolope laughed. "How do you propose to turn me into a bimbo?"
"Well, do you remember how often you used to miss class because you got
sick? Almost like someone was specifically targeting you."
There was that fuzzy feeling again. Penelope's smile turned into a look
of worry. "Wait, that was you? Please don't--"
"Or how about the nurse who was super nice to you through all of the
illnesses? Your dad always said you couldn't wear makeup until you were
16, but she taught you the joys of makeup from 11 onwards didn't she?"
Warm memories flooded Penelope's mind. She had always loved Nurse Kelly.
She had tried to live up to her idol. Nurse Kelly shared the secrets of
makeup, fashion, and eventually lingerie. It had become something of a
lifelong obsession for her. Her 5-inch black stiletto slipped off the
smooth black nylon which encased her foot. "No! How could Nurse Kelly
know your employer!?"
"You didn't do very well on standardized tests either did you? Almost as
if someone hacked the system from an early age and made the reports come
back with much lower scores than your actual results."
Miss Penny Hoffman (divorced) felt her reality shift again and frowned.
Between her low grades due to constant illness, and not doing well on
standardized tests she had realized pretty early that academics wasn't
going to be her strong suit. Her black dress had changed to tight latex.
Her toes wore expensive rings, her stocking tops were visible and her
shoes had platforms. She could feel sticky goo on her lips, heavy eye
lashes tickled her eyelids and her fingers wielded impractical French
tips. She looked at her reflection and saw her classic look: glossy red
lips and a brilliant display of blues and whites caked on her eyelids.
Her platinum hair hung long and straight. She was a pretty girl with a
very active sex drive, so to her the path had been obvious. "Waiiiit, I
was never stupid?" she whined in a nasal regional accent.
"I'm afraid you embraced your fate," the man said with a smirk. "My
employer tells me that we stopped having to replace your tests around
8th grade. You had already given up on school by then."
Penny began to burn with anger. Had these people really messed with her
entire life like this? She wanted to say something, but words weren't
coming.
"That wasn't all that you went through, right? At 18 you won a contest
you probably didn't remember entering. Free plastic surgery is free
plastic surgery though, right?"
Penny's body again changed. Plastic surgery in the the 24th century was
nearly indistinguishable from the real thing. A forehead lift,
rhinoplasty and breast augmentation had been the totality of that first
surgery. But after one surgery she was hooked--since then she had dozens
of procedures done, chasing her feminine ideal. One of the surgeries had
?accidentally' limited her voice to the soprano range. Now her lips were
large, her neck was long, her breasts were enormous, her waist was slim,
her hips were wide and her ass cheeks formed a perfect bubble. She had a
permanent lisp. She relied on her steel-boned rubber corsets to
compensate for her atrophied muscles. She couldn't walk without high
heels. She had spent a lot of money to look this way, and she was proud
of the final result.
"You guys paid for me to look pretty?" she squeaked. "Aww thank you so
much!"
The man continued. "No story like yours is complete without crime
though, is it? Wasn't it Nurse Kelly who introduced you to the world of
hyperacid, nitromolly and novaheroine on your 21st birthday?"
This time, when Penny's mind went fuzzy she also found her thoughts
getting a bit muddy and slowing down. The synthdrugs of the 24th century
were marvels of modern science. Better than everyday life in every
respect, save one. They took their toll on the brain. This hadn't
mattered much to Penny since her brain wasn't her strong suit anyways.
Soon nothing mattered except sex and drugs, or the transcendental
combination of the two. Having lived this way for almost a decade,
Penny's mind was fried. She loved Disney films, fashion and cock. She
was the perfect picture of synthdrug burnout.
Her eyelids drooped like someone who had been up fucking all night
(which she had, but she always look like this). Penny had to think about
what he said several times before it made sense. Then she couldn't stop
giggling. "Woah, you, like... how do you know Kelly? That's like totes
crazy!" She avoided eye contact sheepishly.
The man gazed at her with a look of satisfaction. "Now, could you tell
me who you are and why you are here?"
His flat tone confused her. Penny had a blank look for a few seconds and
a little drool dribbled from the corner of her fat lips. She realized
she had been asked a question. "Oh, that's RIGHT! Penny gotta tell
yous.. uh... My name is, like, Miss Penny Cum and your em-poyler paid me
lots and bringed me here to entain you." She giggled nervously and
sucked her finger. She thought about the man's cock and hoped it would
be big. Cocks and cum could make her horny, but she needed a freakishly
large one to satisfy her stretched and insensitive holes. Her pussy
started to trickle. Her big pierced nipples throbbed through the tight
latex.
"And, where are we?"
"Penny not sure where, like, this, is. Penny ain't never seen a place
like this..." She looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping he liked her.
The man nodded happily. "Don't worry about it, we'll be sending you home
once you're done entertaining me."
Penny smiled. The future was certainly looking bright for her.
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