The Exposition of Modified Women

 

 

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The Exposition of Modified Women, Part 4 - Carry-on Companion

by Benfan

 

Down the row of exhibits a bit from the private and richly furnished chamber of Missy and Amber's master was a different kind of booth. A simple folding canopy supported plastic walls on three sides, defining a twelve by twelve foot space that was sparsely furnished. A folding chair sat unoccupied in the rear, behind a little table. On one side of the temporary room was a cabinet and sink, near the other a pair of floor mounted brackets supported a horizontal metal bar about six feet off the ground. Despite the spartan furnishings a number of people were listening to the presentation of the casually dressed, heavyset man under the canopy. Noting green and golden disks on one of the canopy supports, Mark moved closer to have a look.

"...it got so that I hated to travel," the man was saying, "anywhere I didn't know I could find a reliable Society member to share his hospitality. Since my business investigating exotic plant cures involves travelling to remote areas, this wasn't always an option - so I was lucky to come across the exciting new drug that made my new travel companion possible."

He stepped to the cabinet and, opening a door, dragged out a small rolling suitcase. It might have been just small enough to qualify as carry-on baggage, at times when airline security was not at its highest. Extending the telescoping handle he rolled the case - which was apparently fairly heavy - to the center of the room and spun it to face his small audience.

"Now I warn you, gentleman, when she's in her traveling state most of you probably won't find my playmate very attractive. But please, stick around for the entire demonstration before passing judgment. There are some snacks and drinks on the table over there."

Unzipping the front of the small case he revealed a tangle of tanned, twisted human limbs from behind which wide, dark eyes stared out of the shadows. The man reached down and grasped an ankle, so delicate that it seemed lost in his beefy grip, and slowly drew out a frighteningly skinny leg. He repeated the motion for the other, then unfolded a pair of spindly arms leaving the girl's tiny hands laying palms-up on her thighs. The limbs appeared stiff and projected awkwardly, and were so thin that Mark guessed he could close his thumb and forefinger around the widest part of the thigh.

Mark could see that the torso and head of the unmoving figure still inside the small case could barely squeeze into the space allotted them. To fit within the long dimension of the case the girl's spine was flexed severely with the pelvis bent forward, displaying a brazilian-waxed pussy and plugged anus. The dark-haired head was pushed up against a thin pad in the top of the little compartment.

"I need to take my time unpacking her, since the muscles tend to stiffen up." The exhibitor stepped back and spoke while the spidery limbs slowly relaxed and let the floor take their weight.

"Getting a fully functional, adult female down to carry-on size was the main goal of this project, and the main challenge. I thought about amputation as a short cut, but I do prefer complete females. And dwarves, well, I was glad to find a better solution."

"I did some homework and figured that it should be possible to flex the torso of a small-framed woman of 4-foot, 8-inch height to meet the maximum allowable length for carry-on luggage. Finding a suitable subject was no trouble, since my work often brings me into contact with foreign cultures that will still sell you their excess females for a fair price, no questions asked. On my first trip overseas after cooking up this idea I was able to find a perfect subject, courtesy of one of my usual contacts in the Southeast Asian hill country. May is a little thing but she was fully grown when I bought her - her tribe is typically small in stature. And by now she should be ready to come out and play!"

Bending, he reached in and placed one hand under each of the tiny woman's armpits and tipped her forward and out of the case. He lifted the wispy, naked form easily and carried it to the horizontal bar. Each of the delicate wrists bore a small padded cuff which he clipped to the bar, suspending her.

At first her spine remained hunched, with the pelvis projecting forward so that her feet didn't touch the ground. But slowly she was straightened by gravity, the spine and legs relaxing until her toes touched the floor. When they did she adjusted her stance slightly, taking some weight off her wrists. Other than infrequent eyeblinks this was the first sign of life she had displayed.

The exhibitor shared some stories of past acquisitions and projects, stalling for time while his current offering unfolded herself. As he had been warned, Mark found her remarkably unattractive. The long dark hair and big, brown eyes were fine, but she appeared emaciated to the point of starvation. Her face was gaunt, and light brown skin hung loosely over sharp bones that poked out everywhere.  Her breasts dangled like loose, empty sacs almost to the bottom of her rib cage.

"I can tell by your faces that most of you share my taste in female figures - May's not very sexy, is she? Well, now, here's the real trick." The bulky exhibitor returned to the suitcase and unzipped an external pocket, drawing from it a small case filled with an assortment of plastic tubes and gadgets. He hung a collapsible bucket from the rod between the hanging girl's wrists, and clipped to its bottom a plastic tube that led to a tapered plug. The plug fit between the girl's plump lips - the only feature she had that looked soft and feminine - which clasped it firmly.

Stepping to the sink the exhibitor filled a small plastic pitcher with water, which he dumped into the suspended bucket. The water drained down the tube and into the girl's mouth, and her hollow cheeks pulsed as she sucked greedily at the prod.

"The drug regimen May's been on was developed by my company, in hopes of creating a new 'miracle weight-loss' drug. Big money in that, you know. Unfortunately it has some serious side effects, in fact so nasty that the R&D boys didn't just discontinue working on it, they destroyed all of their records related to it. Something about a clinical trial gone wrong, I heard. But luckily a colleague at the company who shares my tastes in women - and who has made other contributions to the Society in the past - saved the key formulas and a small supply of the experimental drug itself."

"The drug targets fat cells for dehydration, drawing water out and into the bloodstream where it's eliminated in the usual way. May's been given doses significantly above what was planned for normal weight-loss patients, and all the fat cells in her body have been completely dehydrated. Not just the large pockets of fat under the skin that we usually think of as "body fat," but all her fat cells - including those hidden in her muscles and organs. You saw how easy it was for me to carry her just now - in her dehydrated travel state she only weighs a little over 50 pounds, so the case with her in it comes in under the weight limit for international checked baggage. And all you need to reconstitute her is a good supply of clean drinking water.  This whole kit was designed for travel, and to work in a typical hotel room. This suspension bar is the same height as most hotel closet bars."

The girl slurped the last drop of water from the suspended bucket. Mark looked at her closely while the exhibitor returned to the sink and refilled the bucket - except for a slight distension in her tummy he saw no change, no filling out or easing of her extreme gauntness.

"Oral watering works fine, but takes a couple of hours for full effect. To speed the process we can hit her from both ends - the colon has a lot more surface area than the stomach and is much more efficient at absorbing water." The exhibitor rigged up a second line from the bucket, and reached behind the girl's narrow hips to insert it into her anus.

"May's plugged for travel, for obvious reasons, and the plug has a one-way valve so she's ready for this fitting as soon as she comes out of the case." He twisted a knob on the union of the two lines, and the bucket began draining quickly. In just a few seconds it was ready for refilling again.

The exhibitor refilled the bucket several more times, while providing more details on May's care and maintenance and telling stories of his adventures in the jungle. When a few minutes had gone by and after helping himself to coffee and a cookie at the exhibitor's snack table, Mark saw that the tiny female body was responding to its liberal "watering." Her hips were beginning to fill out and hide the projecting bones, and the dangling breasts had begun to swell. As she plumped she stirred more often, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and flexing her neck as her muscles regained their flexibility. After a few more minutes - it was lucky the exhibitor was a good storyteller - she started to resemble a healthy, attractive girl. And a few minutes after that, she was a petite, exotic beauty.

Her wrists, which at first had rattled loosely within the suspending cuffs, now filled them snugly. May's face, which had been sunken and bony, was now youthful and pretty, though the full lips were unchanged - Mark guessed they had been artificially plumped. The spidery legs had taken on a feminine shape, though still quite slim. The girl's torso was naturally slight - her waist remained less than twenty inches around - but now looked healthy and adequately fed, a huge improvement over the bag of bones that had emerged from the little case twenty or thirty minutes before. Her taut little butt had filled out nicely, while the flaccid, tubular breasts had blossomed into lovely pears that stood firm and proud on her chest, their D-cup volume appearing much larger in proportion to her tiny frame.

Finishing one last tale of lurid tropical exploits, the exhibitor made a gesture of presentation toward his exhibit. The little crowd applauded briefly, offering comments like "Outstanding!" and "Remarkable!"

"Thank you, thank you gentlemen. And when it's time for me to pack up and move on, one prick of a needle and within six hours May's nicely compacted again. I just have to remember to give her the catheter, if I want to avoid a mess." He smiled, holding up a delicate plastic nozzle. "All that water has to go somewhere."

"Now let's get her down so she can show how eager she is to please..." He disconnected the hose from May's butt plug - which he explained must remain in place until she'd been given a chance to void - then uncuffed each wrist in turn. The rehydrated concubine staggered slightly when her arms dropped, and continued to stare blankly ahead as her master drew the oral watering prod from her mouth with a pop.

"Besides the drug treatments, and the lipo fat redistribution we used to grow those tits, May's been learning some English. Knees, May."

After a pause the girl dropped wordlessly to her haunches. The exhibitor stepped close to her with his hands on his hips.

"Give me a hand job, May."

Again she was slow to react, but after a few seconds turned her pretty face to his trouser front and raised her hands to his zipper. Methodically she opened it and slipped her tiny hands inside to unfurl his half-erect manhood. Her wide brown eyes stared, barely blinking, at the reddening glans while she gently stroked up and down his rod.

"She seems a little dazed," the guest next to Mark observed. "Is that a side effect?"

"Yes," the exhibitor replied while the little doll continued her massage. "Apparently taking all the fat cells out of the body's metabolic loop deprives the brain of a steady supply of energy, and leads to minor brain damage. May's vital functions are fine, and she has enough mind left to respond to commands, but she's quite a bit duller than she was when we first started working together. This side effect is irreversible and apparently unavoidable - in fact it's probably why my company dropped the drug from development, though you won't get a straight answer from the R&D guys. Suck me now, May."

The dark-haired pixie spread her full lips, rocked up onto her knees and took him in her mouth. Her hands reached up to grasp the backs of his thighs while she began bobbing slowly back and forth, and a hum rose and fell in her throat.

"Looks like she's got all the brain she needs," the questioner opined, earning some chuckles from the small group.

"Heh, yes I suppose. She's a well-trained fuck, too - tight little thing - but I don't want to bore you with my personal favorite positions." The exhibitor stepped back, drawing his prick out of the girl's mouth. Her wide brown eyes followed him across the room, and a tiny string of drool descended from her half open pout as he zipped up and addressed his potential customers.  "On the other hand, anyone who cares to test her skills is welcome."

Two men stepped forward eagerly, and after poking and probing at her soft parts began negotiating who would be first to sample the girl's wares.  The matter was settled when they realized they could go at the same time. While one unzipped his trousers and slipped his dick into May's accommodating mouth the other lifted her easily by the hips - even when rehydrated the tiny beauty couldn't have weighed ninety pounds - and pressed his cock into her slick pussy from behind.  As they pushed the doll-like figure back and forth between them, her toes high off the ground, the exhibitor looked on with the eye of an experienced salesman deciding who might be a serious customer.  After a moment he turned again to address his audience.

"Well gentlemen, I'm happy to offer this treatment to members of the Society. Those with the appropriate medical skills to administer it can purchase the drug itself. Or, I can work with my contacts in the global market for females to provide treated and fully trained specimens, to your specifications. As you see I used this drug treatment to create a more portable playmate. The prescription can also be used at lower doses for its intended purpose - taking a little extra weight off your girls - as long as you don't mind the accompanying loss of intelligence. And I'm sure you can think of more exotic applications for it, too! My partner and I would be happy to work with you to make those ideas reality - for just a small percentage over cost."