Zima the Alien Invader

In an ordinary neighborhood on planet Earth, there stands a house whose construction is suspiciously abstract, filled with cables sprouting from the walls, laser beam turrets, and ridiculously advanced spy antennas for human technology.

Inside the house, in a secret underground compartment at least 50 meters deep, lies an alien laboratory where Zima, an invader from the Irkan race, analyzes data on her supercomputer.

Zima: AaAaaAh damn it!!! These FUCKING earthlings!!! Resisting the charms of the glorious IRKAN RACE!! Zima’s mission has been delayed quite a bit. At this point she should already be at the very least the sex icon of the entire human race for her subsequent conquest.

Gir: Mistress Zima, look!! I can make my tits grow!! Small, big, small, big, smaaaaall, BIIIIG- Gir, Zima’s robot assistant, is once again playing with her body modification components, inflating and deflating her silicone tits before being scolded by Zima.

Zima: Giiiir!!! Shut up!! You’re not letting me concentrateee!! Do something useful and go the fuck awaaaaay!!! Gir leaves playfully, rolling away with her tits the size of truck tires while letting out a “yuuuuupiiiii~”

Zima: aaah!! I need data, data!!! Something to help me decipher the perverted and underdeveloped Terran mind!! Zima then types furiously on her central supercomputer, causing mechanical claws to shoot out from the roof of the house and kidnap a random passerby.

Zima: You!! Male sack of organs!! Submit to Zima the inva— ahem, ahem. The completely terrestrial foreign woman.

Man: Uuuh, hi. Are you remodeling? The man asks incredulously, upside down, still being held by the mechanical claw.

Zima: SHUT UP!! I’m the one asking questions here. Tell me, disgusting human, do you find me sexy? Don’t you think I’m incredibly fuckable?? You surely must think my superior pussy and ass are perfect for breeding offspring!! Zima asks while striking exaggeratedly sexual poses, trying to convince the man of how superior her physical features are compared to the average woman.

Man: Hmmm... Yeah, you look good... Though I prefer them with more tits and maybe a bigger ass. The man comments casually.

Zima: More tits... Bigger ass... Of course! Obviously! Their primitive minds would obviously prefer extra fat over a stylized and perfect body like mine! Thank you, stranger! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, PROPERTY INVADER!! Zima snaps her fingers and the mechanical claw immediately catapults the man out of her laboratory. No idea where he landed.

----a few hours later----

Zima is on the sidewalk in front of her house. She has set up a small stand similar to one a little girl would use to sell lemonade, except the sign reads “Tits/Ass Exchange for Any Crap”. A voluptuous blonde woman walking by stops to read the sign.

Woman: Like, I don’t understand your little sign, girl. The woman makes a dumb confused face.

Zima: It’s very easy to understand, you dumb female cow. Give me your ugly, greasy tits in exchange for whatever your fried brain can ask for!!

Both remain silent for a moment. The woman processes what she just heard. Zima pulls some trash out of her ear. Then, after several minutes, the woman finally responds.

Woman: Ayyyy yesss! I want some silicone implants!

Zima: You already oinked, pig.

From the mechanical backpack implanted on Zima’s back, spider-like legs emerge. Zima performs the surgery right there on the woman, removes her tits, and stores them in a jar with liquids. Once the surgical procedure is over, she hands her a pair of enormous silicone implants.

Woman: Yesss~ Finally I’ll be an H cup!! And she runs off, now titless and balancing the silicones between her hands

Zima: Hehe, I’m really good at this.

---2 hours later---

Back in her laboratory, Zima has already collected at least 20 pairs of breasts.

Zima: Very well, computer!!! Turn me into a nymph of seduction with triple Z cup breasts, HAHAHA!! Zima types on the computer while entering the parameters for the physical transformation.

Computer: Hahaha- you, slutty and sexy invader- the data has been entered correctly- like a nice hard cock into a wet pussy- hahaha. The computer responds in a robotic but curiously sensual voice.

Zima: Giiiir!! Did you change the computer’s settings to super horny again!?

Gir is in a corner of the laboratory not paying attention to Zima, bouncing with her ass the size of a beach ball after discovering she can enlarge that too.

Zima: ...Whatever, I’ll change it later.

Zima positions herself in the operating chamber. Multiple arms, pincers, and robotic claws appear from the ceiling and begin modifying Zima’s body with zero delicacy. After 1 hour, the operation is finally complete.

Computer: Wow- you look so fucking slutty, invader- now you can breastfeed an entire litter- all by yourself- hahahah. Zima gets up from the operating table, excited to see her improved body. The computer, using a mechanical arm, brings a mirror closer so Zima can see herself.

Zima: Aaaah perfect!!! Get ready humanity!!! Try to survive the sensuality of the Irkan race now!!! HAHAHAHA At first one would have thought Zima would simply enlarge her own breasts, but she took the “more tits” request very literally. She now has 10 additional pairs of breasts on top of her own, each at least a G cup. Now Zima will see if her plan succeeds and she manages to seduce humanity to finally conquer them, or if it will fail like all her previous plans.