Life's wondering path

Life’s wondering path

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

This is a concept story. The story is meant to explore an idea I had about the possibilities of required surgeries. As a result some people will find this story to not be to their tastes.

       The other day when I was surfing the internet on my fiancée’s computer I came across something rather interesting. I was over at his place looking on the internet which made things even more surprising. His place was actually the house he had grown up in. A few years back his parents had decided to move to a warmer climate. Not wanting to lose the house he grew up in, my ever so nostalgic man decided to buy the house from his parents. Considering where the house was located was one of the other things that made what I saw that much more surprising. The house was located in one of the most religious communities I have ever seen. If someone swears in this town they can be considered a rebel.

       Although my fiancé, Matthew, and I have sex we have never done anything too kinky. I always knew one of the reasons Matthew liked me was because I was a little bit wilder than all the other girls he met. But considering we were in the moral high grounds of America it wasn’t too hard to be a wild girl. Truth be told, there was a lot of things we never got into sexually. For me sex has always been a little painful. It isn’t that my man is necessarily well endowed but because of me. Not to get into too many details but basically I’m just very tight down stairs. He told me once it was like I had a permanently virgin vagina. As a result I tend to give him a lot of blow jobs and we tend to find creative ways for mutual pleasure.

       Hidden away on his computer I found a massive stash of porn. From Matthew I would have expected to find he was looking at naked sorority girls and soft core porn. What I found was much more hard core. He had saved onto his hard drive all kinds of pictures of girls having what you would call extreme sex. Most of the pictures consisted of girls getting their holes filled with all sorts of big objects. The objects ranged from girls having sex with guys having extremely large cocks to girls stuffing vegetables and all kinds of inanimate objects into all holes. The only thing the objects had in common was the extreme size of each of them. There were even pictures of girls where other people were shoving their entire hands into the girl’s vaginas and butts. The pictures that didn’t show girls getting penetrated consisted of the aftermath from their sexual encounters. In those pictures there girls had massively swollen pussy lips with holes that were gaping open. Their lips were completely engorged and sticking out. Even the girl’s butt holes were swollen and gaping open.

       Looking at the pictures I found myself somewhat aroused. I knew I could never do anything like what the pictures showed but I knew exactly what would get Matthew hot. An idea slowly started to form in my mind. I really wanted to come up with something that would get Matthew horny which meant I was going to need to come up with a way to look like one of the girls in the pictures.

       Matthew was supposed to be leaving next week for a business trip. He actually had two trips to go on back to back, each would be a week long. My idea was to send him a care package while he was away with pictures of me doing sexy things. I wanted him to get the package and spend the rest of his business trip thinking about how excite he was to get back and see me. From this point on I started working in secret so that he would have no idea what was coming.

       One of the things I did while his back was turned was to make an online purchase, well technically two. I found an online sex store and ordered their two largest dildos. One was in the shape of a person’s fist and the other was an equally long and thick black dildo. I knew those toys would never be going inside of me seeing as they were about twelve sizes too large but I was trying to set up a specific look.

       My timing for ordering the toys couldn’t have been better. Matthew left on Sunday for his trip and the package arrived on Monday afternoon. Knowing what in the box were two sex toys, my face couldn’t have been any redder when I signed for the package. It was discrete packaging so externally there was no sign but that didn’t stop me from blushing. I opened up the box, careful not to destroy it. I also pulled off the shipping label. My plan was to reuse the box when I sent stuff to Matthew.

I spent the rest of the afternoon formulating my plan as well as looking through the pictures on the computer. I found the best pictures and edited any photo that showed the face of the girl. I wanted Matthew to only think of me when he saw these pictures. With all photos cropped down so that no faces could be seen I started printing out pictures. I finished printing after I had a large selection of photos with girls with cocks and objects stuffed in their pussies and rears. There was also a bunch of pictures of girls whose holes were either gaping open or were extremely puffy.

On Tuesday I headed out of the house to carry out my plan. When I left the house I carried with me the box. In it were the toys as well as the pictures and my digital camera. Once I was done I planned to walk to the post office and mail out the box. Not far away from Matthew’s place was an old barn. The people that owned the property never went into the barn mostly because the building looked like it would collapse any day. I had ventured inside once a while back and never could get the place out of my mind.

Although I never thought Matthew would be into kinky sex I have always had a bit of an interest in it. I read a story once about a girl, who mounts a dildo to a saddle, puts the saddle on a horse then rides naked across the land impaled by the dildo. After I saw the barn I could never get that story out of my head. I didn’t plan to ride a horse today but I was going to use the basis of the story for my plans.

From my previous trip to the barn I knew that there was an old saddle there. It was well worn and far too decrepit to ever be used on a horse again, but for what I had planned it would work perfectly. In the barn I found some old spike nails and used a piece of wood to pound the spikes through the bottom of the saddle. The spikes poked up through the saddle so sitting on it was now out of the question until I put the dildos on. I took the dildos out of the box and pushed them onto the spikes so that they were mounted in place. I now had a saddle with two massive toys mounted on it.

I tossed the saddle over one of the railings and adjusted the stirrups. I found some twine in the barn and used it to tie the saddle down to the railing. I didn’t want to get hurt because the saddle slipped off the railing. How embarrassing would that be to explain when the doctor asks how I was injured. With the dildos mounted I was now ready to carry out my plan.

I took off my cloths and tossed them next to the box. I put the camera up on the box and set it to taking time delayed pictures. I set it up so that every thirty seconds the camera would take a picture. That would be enough time for me to move from one pose to the next. Once the camera was setup I climbed up the railing.

Once I was up and straddling the railing I knew the stirrups were a little long. At their length I wouldn’t be able to stand above the dildos. The camera flashed while I was adjusting the stirrups. Actually the camera flashed twice before I had finished adjusting the stirrups. Once I had the stirrups fixed I repositioned myself over the dildos. The next camera flash caught my moment of hesitation as I stood on the railing with the toys between my legs. The beauty of digital cameras is you can delete any picture you don’t like.

Bending down I put my hands on the railing to support my weight while I placed my feet in the stirrups. The last thing I wanted was to slip now. Once my feet were in the stirrups I was able to stand up. Standing straight legged both toys were a couple inches below my crotch. I made a pose for the next picture; once the picture was taken I put my feet back on the railing and readjusted the straps to lower the stirrups. Again the camera took a picture while I was adjusting the straps.

Once I had finished lowering the stirrups I put my feet back in. This time the toys were just touching both my pussy and butt as long as I stayed on my toes. It felt like I was sitting on two big poles. The massive black dildo was pressed against my front and the fist was spreading my butt cheeks. I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to take such enormous objects inside of them.

From this point on my memory is a fussy jumble. I heard a snapping sound but my brain never really registered what it was. My brain never processed that one of the buckles for the stirrups had come undone. I never realized that the buckle on the second strap had given away immediately after because it was supporting so much weight for the aged strap to handle. In the blink of an eye the supports under my feet gave way. The only thing left to support my weight were the two poles between my legs. My body weight drove both the dildos deep into me.

I felt no pain because I immediately went into shock. My brain shut down all pain receptors as both my orifices were torn apart by the obscene girth of the objects. Before I passed out I managed to look down and see that the top of the monstrous black cock had disappeared inside of me. As I passed out the camera took the next picture. My body fell forward by remained hunched in place. I was impaled too deeply for my body to fall off of the saddle.

Kristin was left fully impaled by two dildos of such immense size that even the most depraved and seasoned porn star would be unwilling to use. Her body was completely limp held up entirely by the two toys. The pain from the impalement had caused her to immediately lose consciousness. The barn was now silent, the silence was only broken as the camera continued to snap pictures through its timed cycle.

The enormous size of the two sex toys had torn apart Kristin’s body when she fell on them. Her orifices where now brutally torn apart. But as she hung there limp there was no signs of blood. The immense size of the toys which caused such extensive injuries was now the factor saving her life. The dildos she was impaled on were in so tightly that they were pinching off all the arteries and blood vessels that were now torn apart.

       Had Kristin not passed out, she would have been left in that barn painfully impaled and thinking of death. She had told no one where she was going and since she obviously didn’t want anyone to know what she was doing, she had been extra careful to make sure no one saw her come into the barn. Perhaps the reason Kristin had passed out so quickly was because she had realized that no one was going to be coming to help her.

       By luck, or perhaps it was fate, some one did come to find Kristin. It wasn’t a night in shining armor but a pair of young boys whose favorite hangout on a summer day was in the abandoned barn. The boys had gone to the barn to let their imaginations run wild, to play commando and all the other games adolescent boys play. What they found was well beyond anything that had ever formed in their imaginations.

       Out of fear that a nightmarish murderer was in the area the boys ran. They ran faster then they ever had before as their minds raced with ideas of killers chasing them. The boys ran until they made it home and to the safety of their parents. The story they told was so wild it had to be real. A story like that was well beyond the capabilities of even the most imaginative youth. The father of the boys did go to the barn but only after calling the authorities, along with getting the company of his neighbors and a few shot guns. What they found was not exactly the story the boys had told but still just as disturbing.

       When paramedics arrived at the barn the mood had calmed down significantly. The shot guns had been laid down and the search for the killer called off. It was clearly apparent yet extremely baffling that the injuries were self inflicted. When trying to figure out how to get the injured girl down the paramedics correctly guessed that removing the impalements would cause a massive bleed out. The decision was made to not remove the objects from the girl.

A concern was raised that the objects were being held in place by the girl’s weight and that if any weight was removed that the objects might be forced out. There was also the concern that cutting the bottom of the objects off and removing them from the saddle could potentially destabilize them and allow them to twist out of the girl. It was decided the best course of action was to leave the objects attached to the saddle and keep the girl on the saddle. The paramedics couldn’t transport a person to the hospital while they were upright on a saddle so a solution had to found. Moving the girl around with her entire weight supported by the objects could potentially be just a dangerous as removing them. The solution they arrived at was to tie the girl to the saddle. They wrapped rope around the girl’s waist then under the saddle. The rope would hold the saddle pressed into the girl even when her weight was removed.

Any time an accident occurs one of the first objectives of the responding paramedics is to get the persons ID as well as contact their close family. The paramedics searched through the cloths on the ground but found no personal ID in it. The box that the camera was one only contained pornographic images, some packing tape, and a little money. Because of the urgency to get the girl care, the paramedics took the stuff of hers that they had there and left the other people in the barn to search for any other clues to her identity. There was hope that if they could get to a computer and go through the pictures on the camera that some piece of information into her identity could be found.

When the girl arrived at the hospital the doctors were faced with a problem unlike any they had ever faced. Their patent needed immediate surgery to save her life but there was no one to give consent. Because of the severity of the injuries trying to wake up the patent could cause immediate shock even with the best pain killers. There was a very high likelihood that if the girl woke up it would cause so much mental trauma that given her already weakened condition might prove fatal.

What the best course of treatment was quickly became a heated debate between the on call doctors. By their natures the doctors wanted to help the patent but how to do it was a controversial one. Given the extreme moral high ground that the town seemed to sit on, the majority of the doctors felt that the actions of the girl were nothing short of extreme depravity. To them, their patient represented everything that their church labeled as morally wrong. Without the pictures, without the fact she was masturbating, the fact that she was sodomizing herself was enough for a one way ticket to eternal damnation.

The doctors had an ethical obligation to save the girls life. Their initial solution would be to perform a surgery that would repair the walls and muscles that had been torn apart. The surgery would be meant to give the girl back as much of the natural functions of her body. The surgery would give her back the muscles in both her vagina and anus. The anal muscles would be especially important if she ever wished to control a bowel movement.

The major down side to this surgery is that it would result in massive scar tissue. Heavy scar tissue in the vagina would mean that the walls of the vagina would lose their elasticity and not be able to stretch out. This meant that there was a large possibility that even a normal sized penis might be too much for her to accommodate. Some of the doctors actually believed that removing the girl’s ability to have sex would be a suiting punishment for such depraved sins.

The conflict that the doctors had was that although the surgery would be the right choice for most people they felt that given the girls apparent life style it was the wrong thing to do. The alternative surgery was one which would not have scar tissue giving back the elasticity in both damaged areas but would do it at the cost of the muscles. The result would be that the girl could go back to the lifestyle she seemed to be living but would lose control over her muscles. In other words she would have no control over bowel movements. Based on the pictures and injuries it appeared that the girl valued the quality of her sex life over the quality of her body.

The final decision was made when the doctors learned that not far from town a large medical conference was taking place. One of the surgeons there specialized in plastic surgery of the genital regions. The surgeon was at the conference promoting a new prosthetic he had developed which was design to promote the sex lives of porn stars. When the surgeon was contacted and told of the girl he agreed immediately to go to the hospital and perform the surgery.

When the surgeon arrived at the hospital he felt like he had just received a major stroke of luck. The patient seemed like the ideal candidate for his new prosthetic. His specialty was as a plastic surgeon doing work on sexual body parts. Personally, he had a very large interest in the wilder side of sex which is how he had become associated with the adult film industry and doing surgeries on their actors and actresses. Out of his own interest for women who stuff ever larger items into themselves he had developed his prosthetic. The prosthetic basically replaces the muscles in the orifice with thick rubber O rings.

Since the rings are made out of rubber the result is an orifice which will always stay extremely tight yet can still stretch out more than normal muscles can allowing a person to accommodate much larger objects. When he had first developed the prosthetic he had envisioned that people would want something like that. In his mind having the surgery would be worth losing the ability to control the orifices with muscles. His mind saw an orifice as a place purely meant to be stuffed, preferably with something very large. He was surprised when every one who was offered the surgery turned him down. They all thought it was insane to have their vaginas or asses turned into holes meant purely for sex.

The surgeon found himself very aroused looking through the pictures that were found with the girl. He actually got a hard on when he first saw the girl still impaled on the saddle. Given what she had done with the saddle and the apparent pictures of her during previous sexual encounters that were printed off, she seemed to be one of the most advanced cases of someone into extreme penetrations. His job as the called in surgeon was to try to repair the damage and return the girl back to the state of health or in this case the style of life that she had come from.

The surgeon had brought two different prosthetics with him giving him two different surgery options. A trade off would have to be made with which ever surgery he went with. The trade off came between weather to give her back the way her orifices would normally work and the ability for her orifices to accommodate the more extreme toys she see seemed to enjoy playing with.

Surgery one would be using the normal sized prosthetic. This prosthetic would return her orifices back to normal functionality, at least to a level that was normal for everyone else. Her holes would be tight and remain closed up. The anal one would constrict to the point where her hole would close off and force her to use normal muscles to push out her poop since her anal passage would be closed up she would be able to have normal bowel movements. The prosthetic would be tight enough to keep the poop from sliding out on its own and force her to use the upper muscles in her intestinal tract to push the turds out. The disadvantage to this surgery is that using a prosthetic that is tight enough to keep her holes squeezed shut meant that they could never stretch out wider than that of an average penis. She would be able to have both vaginal and anal sex but only with normal sized guys and toys.

The second surgery option would be to use the larger version of the prosthetic that he had brought. By larger prosthetic was the larger of the two he had brought. It was actually the most extreme version of the prosthetic line that the doctor had developed based entirely around his fetishes. This version of the prosthetic would allow the girl to continue playing with the toys they found her with, the ones in the pictures and probably a couple sizes larger than any of those. These rings were larger and could stretch to levels far exceeding the normal sized prosthetic.

The serious down side was that the rings were also much wider and wouldn’t allow the orifices to close. Using that size of rings would cause her to have two holes that were permanently held open nearly an inch, but would allow her to have the capacity to stretch to over five inches in diameter which was closer to what was shown in the pictures. Since her butt hole would be permanently held open the only way to keep from having poop fall out at random is to use a butt plug at all times. Since her vagina would also be held open she would probably have to keep a dildo inserted to keep from having dryness problems.

Given the supporting evidence on hand the surgeon came to the conclusion that the patient would be happiest with a surgery that returned the size factor of her sex life instead of the normal functions of her daily life. Given what she was doing in the barn, the pictures that appeared to be her having sex with big objects and the pictures that also appeared to be her with extremely swollen ass and pussy, he decided that the patient had a major obsession with stuffing the largest objects possible into herself. In the end he decided that the surgery that best suited her lifestyle was one which involved increasing the amount of girth she could take at the cost of bodily functionality.

The surgeries took place over four days. Because of the worry of shock if the girl was to regain consciousness before the objects could be removed the decision was made to place her in a chemically induced coma until all surgeries were completed. The first surgery was to repair the girl’s anal cavity.  The toys were dislodged from the saddle and the one in her rear was removed but the one in her vagina was left in place until two days later. Until the doctors had time to repair the damage they couldn’t afford to take out the object that was plugging up any internal bleeding.

Once the fist was removed from the patient’s ass the surgeon went about stopping the bleeding and inserting the prosthetics. The rings were put in replacing the muscles that normally would surround the intestines and sphincter. As the surgeon worked on repairing the girls anal track he found it very surprising the level of damage the toy had inflicted. Given the amount of stretching shown in the activates the pictures showed the girl participating in, the doctor found it surprising that so much damage could be inflicted. In the end the doctor used the prosthetic rings to replace the muscles for the first eight inches of her intestinal tract. To give the orifice a more realistic, squishy feeling, the surgeon added collagen around the entrance or exit depending on how her ass was being used. Given the way she looked in the pictures, the surgeon decided to add extra collagen to give her back the look she seemed to strive for. The collagen helped close the hole up slightly but also made her rectum puff out like it was fully engorged.

Two days later the surgeon finished the operations with the repair of the woman’s vagina. Again the surgeon found it surprising to find the shear immensity of the damage. All of the muscles had been ripped apart making the doctor use the prosthetic to replace the muscles in the entire vaginal tract. The dildo that had impaled her was massive but given the things he had seen in the pictures he never expected this kind of damage.

The day before the doctor had spent a long time studying this case. Most of that studying involved looking through the exotic photos of the woman while he had a throbbing erection in his pants. He had done work on porn stars that did all kinds of crazy sexual things but never met one who was this into extreme insertions. Two of his wildest sexual fantasies were that a woman would be used as or even turned into a living sex doll. The second involved a woman who likes to walk down the city streets wearing a short skirt and no underwear. Under the skirt she would have a harness locked on that was holding in place two gigantic vibrators that filled her to the brim. In both cases the woman’s orifices were so worked up that the lips of the vagina bulged out all big, puffy and inviting.

Never before had the surgeon met a women so into stuffing her self to the gills with toys. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement in the pit of his stomach as he stood over the naked girl on the table. Because of the way he was doing the surgery he expected that the girl would be back on her feet in a few days and healed in a couple weeks. Nothing would make him happier than to wait for the woman to heal then take her home and be the first to test out her new fuck holes. As he was working on her in surgery he was daydreaming about taking her home and double fisting her till she was screaming out in multiple orgasmic bliss. If it wasn’t for the need to keep his hands sterile in surgery he would probably be rubbing his rock hard cock right now.

Most of the surgery was over with. It wasn’t a short surgery by any means but he was almost done working on the girl. The last touch was adding the collagen to the girl’s vagina. Originally the plan was to add just enough collagen to return the vaginal lips to a state that was as close to normal as possible. Looking at the girls pussy lips the surgeon couldn’t get the image of the pussies in the pictures out of his mind. Ultimately all aspects of the surgery were up to him. In the end he decided to make a change to the surgery plans. In the end he decided to add extra collagen to both the girl’s vaginal and anal openings. He sculpted both openings into the puffiest orifices on the face of the planet. If Angelina Jolie’s well know lips were used as a comparison they wouldn’t be the puffy set.

       Once the surgery was wrapped up the chemically induced coma was ended but the painkillers continued to be pumped into the girls system. It was going to take the drugs a while to wear off and be removed from her system so she wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon. But now that the surgeries were completed it was safe for the girl to wake up with out risking shock. There was no doubt she was going to wake up to a surprise but not one that was going to send her into shock. The surgeon really wanted to stick around until the girl woke up but he had to get back to his normal life. He still had no idea who the girl was; in all this time they were never able to identify her. In he end he settled for leaving his name and contact information for the girl and hoped she would be impressed enough with his work to want to call him.

       When I awoke I was so groggy my eyes could not focus. My head was fuzzy if that makes any sense. As the fog finally lifted from my eyes I found myself in a bed and a room I did not recognize. Since I was waking up it meant I had fallen asleep. I racked my brains trying to remember where I had fallen asleep and more importantly what I had done that made me forget. The repetitive beep, beep, beep and the IV hanging above me told me I must be in a hospital. To be in a hospital would mean I must have been hurt but how. I tried to remember what I was doing last, if I was driving a car or something else where I could have been hurt. Then the memory came back; a pit formed in my stomach deeper than any one could ever comprehend.

       The beeping from the heart monitor was now racing, as fast as it was going it wasn’t even close to the speed than my mind was racing at. My mind was still hazy so I have no idea where the nurse came from but suddenly she was there, standing over me trying to comfort me. As I slipped by into the unconscious haze of my mind she spoke to me. She wanted my personal information, I tried to give it to her but I think it only came out as an unintelligible babble.

       That was more or less how the following few days proceeded. I would awaken at random intervals with no memory of how I came to be where I rested. Then the memories would slowly dawn on me, the shear panic that welled up inside me would be enough to drive my mind into an unconscious state and the cycle would restart.

       Given the state I was in, the doctors felt it was important that they contact any family of mine that they could find. With the mental shock I was in they felt the most critical thing to my recovery was a familiar face. In an effort to locate information about me the hospital contacted the local news media. They told the media that there was a Jane Doe in the hospital in severe condition but didn’t give any real information about how the patient had come into the hospital. Their intentions were good but their imaginations were limited.

       With little effort the news media was able to find out about a mysterious woman who had been found in a barn with reportedly self inflicted injuries. After talking to the local bible toting residences they were able to get a description of how the girl was found along with a complete description of all the immoral sins depicted in pictures found with the girl. Even in their wildest imaginations the doctors never thought the incident would gather much news coverage. They didn’t realize that a girl who nearly dies of impalement due to a deranged sex act would generate national news coverage.

       The result was that my face was soon plastered across news papers and television stations across the country. It was in one of these news papers that Matthew discovered my fate. Matthew rushed home as soon as he heard what had happened. He cut his trip short and got on the first flight he could find to fly back. When the plane finally touched down he couldn’t have gotten off it and into his car any faster.

Given the town he lived in and the moral high ground they seemed to live on, Matthew knew the way the people would react. In the eyes of the people of this town, the acts committed in that barn were so perverse that even murder would be considered less of a sin. Matthew wasn’t rushing to my side. Instead he drove straight home to destroy his computer. His only goal was to remove any and all incriminating evidence.

In the end Matthew destroyed any evidence of his fetish then went about packing all of my stuff. The wedding was off in the biggest kind of way. He and even my parents shunned me. They all wanted me pushed as far away from them as possible. Matthew went as far as to admit publicly that we had been engaged but said he had no idea of the perverted activities I supposedly performed. He publicly criticized me to save his own face.

A week and a half after the final surgery I was finally stable enough to leave the hospital. My body was mostly healed at this point but my mind was only barely held together. The list of things my mind was forced to endure was staggeringly long at this point. First I sustained injuries that nearly killed me, then I awoke to find out my activities had been put in the news media across the country and even internationally. Because of the embarrassment I had caused my fiancée had dumped me while my family disowned me. Matthew had stopped by the hospital long enough to drop off my car which was packed with all my stuff and to tell me I had embarrassed him so badly that he never wanted to see me again.

Adding to my humiliation was the fact that I now had to deal with the new functionality of body. I now couldn’t close my legs because my vaginal lips were so incredibly puffy. I think my vagina was more bulged out then even the girls in the pictures who had used vacuum pumps on their sexes. Although I couldn’t see my butt hole it felt like it was just as bad. It felt like there was a baseball between my butt cheeks.

If only to add to the level of humiliation I must sustain, my remade orifices could not close up. The surgical implants held both my anus and vagina wide open. My doctor told me that if my holes stayed open then my vagina would dry out and I would have poop sliding out on its own. The only solution was to use plugs what had a flared tip. The tip needed to be larger than the un-stretched rings in order for them to stay in place. Since no medical company made any such device the doctors were forced to turn to an industry that did and find the best solution.

What they came up with was an eight long dildo that had a 1 inch diameter shaft and a 1.5 inch wide tip. The tip of the dildo could be held in place when the flared tip was pushed past the top prosthetic ring. It worked just like a butt plug just longer. It was long enough so that the base of the dildo protruded past my bulging vaginal lips just enough to grab onto for later retrieval. Again, since the doctors didn’t have many options available, the only dildo of this size with a flared tip also happened to be one covered with big thick veins. The dildo they found for my rear was the big brother to the one in my front. It was just longer and thicker. It had a head that was 1.5 inches tall and nearly 2.5 inches wide and a shaft closer to 1.75 inches in diameter. With 1.5 inches of length extending beyond the eight inches of prosthetic intestinal track there was still 3.5 inches of the 13 inch long fuck rod protruding out side of my body. It was also heavily veined, designed for the pleasure of who ever took enjoyment from using such things.

       I was now faced with going back into the real world which was now fully informed on what they thought I enjoyed doing. I had to walk out of that hospital wearing the revealing cloths that were recovered from the barn, while caring a discrete cardboard shipping box containing two monstrous sex toys, some pornographic pictures and a digital camera filled with pictures staring myself. Along with all that I was walking into public with two dildos plugging my surgically enhanced sex holes. The only other things I walked out with were a hospital bill that was very large given my lack of insurance and the contact information of my doctors. To add to the ever mounting embarrassment, the bill from the hospital included all the normal stuff associated with a surgery and also the bill for the two sex toys currently occupying my body.

       I was utterly humiliated with no one to turn to for comfort. My life seemed to be at an end, so it was no surprise to any one that I left the hospital that night with tears streaming from my eyes. A security guard at the hospital escorted me out to my car. I was thankful to have to the company; the world suddenly seemed like a very scary place. I was beginning count my blessings, with all the things that had gone bad in my life the only way to cope was to focus on what few good things there were still.

I was very glad that I didn’t have to face any reporters. The reporters had finally left the hospital but even with out them there I still felt like the eyes of the whole world were on me. In the first few days that the story broke the news reporters had hounded the hospital looking for a better story. Even with out me they had managed to hype the story up. Now the news stories had moved on to talk about the immorality of the nation in general, of course my name was still always mentioned at least once as a prime example.

At this point I was just thankful that thus far the details of what the repair surgery actually entailed had yet to make it into the press. It was bad enough to know the world knew I was injured by dildos and that every one thought I was a major pervert. I would absolutely die if the story broke that I was now forced to always be plugged. It would be hard enough to face people who knew what I had done. To face a person and try to talk to them while they knew I had two dildos stuffing my holes would be unbearable.

I was so absorbed in my train of thought that it wasn’t till we were in the middle of the parking lot that I realized the guard was leading me to my car instead of helping me find it. I thought that maybe Matthew had told some one in the hospital where my car was located so that they could help me find it. That thought was dashed as soon as I saw my car.

In that moment god proved to me that no matter how low of a low I thought I was at, he could make it lower. Before the guard left me he informed me that the media had tracked down my cars registration and made it public knowledge. The people who wanted to send me a message had simple posted their thoughts on my car. Under both wiper blades was a stack of letters and notes. The messages ranged from reporters looking for an interview to mean and disgusting letters. There were even letters in the piles from various sex toy manufacturers making me offers to essentially be their paid mascot for some of their product lines.

In addition to leaving notes on my car someone had taken it upon themselves to decorate my car. Written in the marker they use at car dealships was a number of sexual messages. On the back end of the car were messages predominantly of the colorful nature of “She’s got junk in her trunk” and such. In the front of my car someone had given me a new hood ornament by gluing a large dildo to the front of the hood. I tried to pull the dildo off but couldn’t. I was just ready to get out of there so I grabbed all the notes from the windshield and tossed them in the passenger seat.

On the drivers seat I found Matthew had left the receipt from the online store I had purchased the dildos from. The receipt was laying face up so everyone looking into my car could read it. Matthew must have wanted to completely clear his name by proving I was the one who bought the dildos. Now everyone knew the exact dildos that had impaled me and what store I had gotten them from.

       Now I just wanted to drive away from everything and hide. I grabbed the receipt and tossed it in the back as I plopped down in the driver’s seat ready to drive to the furthest reaches of the earth. When I sat down I made a face that made it into the tabloids the next day. Although the reporters had left, the paparazzi had taken their place and they were sitting in a van just across the isle from my car filming everything I did. This was the first time I had sat down since the surgery. I wasn’t prepared for the effect it had. The two dildos but most notably the one in my butt were shoved even deeper within me. I tried to find a position were I wasn’t sitting on the two dildos but none could be found.

       In the end I just closed my door and sat there crying. With no friend to turn to I sought comfort from a stranger. I called the plastic surgeon that had left his contact information if for no other reason than to see if I could have my body returned to how it used to be. Luckily for me he was still at a convention in the area and wouldn’t be leaving till tomorrow. He gave me some directions and I drove to his hotel.

       When I got there I explained through my tears my life, not the life that everyone thought they knew but my real life. After I finished explaining everything to him he felt genuinely sad about the complete mix up that had occurred. He also informed me that no matter how much I wanted to return my orifices to their normal functionality there was no way to do so. The muscles had been completely removed and couldn’t be replaced. The only alternative would be to replace the prosthetics he had used in the surgeries with the smaller version of the prosthetic to give me back orifices that didn’t need to be constantly stuffed. Unfortunately that alternative was financially impossible right now.

       The more I discussed things with him the more I realized how deep of a hole I was in. Since everyone in the country knew about this incident it wasn’t real likely I would ever get hired for any normal job. There was only one career he could think of that I could possible work in given all the publicity I had received. In fact the publicity would actually help me get a job considering it was a career in the adult film industry. But as we talked even that idea was dashed. He didn’t think I would be able to get hired.

       In the surgeon’s opinion I had a pussy and ass that could earn a buck but not much else. Given what my new holes looked like and could accommodate he felt I could at least get a large number of roles but nothing that paid well. I could probably make a normal living doing a lot of bad movies. Seeing as I had large bills to pay I needed a way to make a lot more money than what doing those films would provide.

       As the night wore on I slowly began to accept the fact that my new career would be spent with me on my back. I cracked that joke to the surgeon who informed me that to make a living like this I was going to have to do a lot more than just spend time on my back. It was getting on to early morning when he finally presented me with a proposition to consider.

       His proposition was that if I agreed to participate in the medical trials of his newest prosthetic he would in turn cover the part of my hospital bill that involved the surgeries. Essentially he would pay the part of my bill that was supposed to go to him. The new prosthetic was designed entirely for cosmetic purposes. In other words there were no medic treatment applications for it. Where the prosthetics he had lined my vaginal and anal cavities with could be used to repair muscle damage like I had sustained, this new prosthetic had no real world applications.

       In addition to covering the bill, he would use his contacts and expertises as a surgeon to get me good work in the adult film industry. The icing on the cake was that he agreed that once the clinical trials on the new prosthetic were complete he would perform on last surgery to return my body back to as close to its original state as he could. That would include another surgery on my anal and vaginal cavities to replace the current prosthetics with the normal sized ones.

       The new prosthetic was designed for real life subs with Doms who wanted their subs to have a mouth more suited for their preferences. What he told me was that there would be inflatable implants placed in my lips that could be inflated from fluid reservoirs what would be placed under the skin in my armpits. Squeezing the reservoirs would ultimately cause my lips to bulge up. The surgery wasn’t supposed to take long allowing him to do other work all in one session. To make me more hirable he thought I should have some liposuction done as well as breast implants.

       I agreed to all the surgeries. All I wanted was to get some financial stability and getting in a work place where I wouldn’t be considered a freak seemed to be a major bonus. On the day of the surgeries he had me fill out a waver agreeing to undergo experimental surgeries. I had to consent to the lipo, the breast implants and all the stuff pertaining to the new prosthetic. He told me the more of the surgeries I agreed to the better my chances for getting work. He informed me that the experimental prosthetic would involve both lip implants as well as cheek implants. The cheek implants would hold my jaw open when inflated but all of it could be deflated at any time. The thing that made me extremely hesitant was the fact that the surgery would also involve removing my front teeth and replacing them with removable dentures. I didn’t want to lose my teeth but with no livelihood and my life in ruins, desperate measures were necessary. The doctor seemed to genuinely want to help so I agreed to put my body in his hands.

       Thank god for heavy pain killers, I can only imagine how bad I would feel if it weren’t for them. The one up side to the surgery was that the doctor had me stay at his clinic with constant care by the nurses. Apparently since the surgery was so new I had to stay in an ICU for a week to ensure that there would be no complications. It was after that week of rest that I learned the full extent of surgeries when the surgeon stopped by my room for a post-op visit. He removed my bandages and checked his work.

       The liposuction had given me a slim sexy figure which was emphasized by my new D cup breasts. My nipples stuck straight out permanently erect as the result of collagen being added to them. Apparently in a porn movie people like the girls to have big erect nipples. When the doctor had finished checking my body out he had me remove my new fake teeth. He had removed the front six teeth on the top and bottoms of my mouth. It was strange looking into the mirror with the teeth out and seeing no teeth when I smiled.

       Next the doctor had me raise my arms. He reached up and pressed on the two fluid reservoirs he had placed there. Running up from the reservoirs were subcutaneous tubes that went up my neck to my mouth under the skin. When he squeezed the reservoirs the fluid was forced up through the tubes and into the inflatable prosthetics. The result was my jaw dropped and my lips became swollen, held open in a perfect “O”. When he stopped squeezing the reservoirs in my armpits my mouth stayed open.

       I suddenly realized what the devious purpose of the prosthetic was. It kept my mouth held open in the most inviting way possible. The doctor stuck two fingers into my mouth testing the feeling of my lips. His fingers easily slid past my lips and nearly to the back of my throat with my tongue being the only means of resistance to the penetration. I suddenly felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized the full implications of this prosthetic; especially in conjunction with a new career in the sex industry. The doctor then moved his hands from inside my mouth to the sides of my head. He pressed on the sides of my head just behind my ear where he had implanted something.

As soon has he pressed that area I found my jaw could close again and my lips returned to normal. This was when he finally explained the exact details of the surgery. Squeezing on the reservoirs pushed fluid up through the tubes and through a one way valve hidden under the skin behind my ears. From there the fluid would fill the inflatable prosthetics in my lips and jaw. The prosthetics in my jaw were placed on both sides between the jaw bone and cheek bone just in front of the jaw hinge. When they were inflated they would force my jaw to open and hold it open till the fluid was removed. The fluid would stay in place till the one way valve was pressed on, opening it and letting the fluid return to the reservoirs.

The surgeon seemed confident in his work. He felt that I would be fully recovered within the next two to three weeks. He was confident enough that I would be fully healed by then that he had gone ahead and set up a movie shoot for me in three weeks. He didn’t really tell me any thing about what I would be doing other then that sex would be involved. The only clue I had was in the box of study materials he had left for me. As of now I haven’t looked inside to find out what he had left to prepare me for my film début.

Before I dealt with that I walked into the bathroom to get the first look at myself with my bandages removed. My body looked great and so did my breasts. I had to admit, the surgeon had done very good work. I was starting to think that maybe all this wasn’t such a bad break after all. I squeezed the reservoir and watched my jaw involuntarily drop while my lips puffed up. My mouth looked like they belonged on a sex doll more than a living person. But given the fact it matched almost identically to my other holes maybe they do belong on me.

It didn’t take a brain surgeon to understand why no one had volunteered for this procedure. It would take someone desperate, just like me, to volunteer for something like this. But considering how deep I was in debt right now, this seemed like a very minor discomfort to endure to erase the majority of that debt. The clinical trials on this prosthetic were scheduled for two years. After that they would be removed and I would be free to move on.

With as fast as my life had gone bad, the way it turned out didn’t seem bad at all. I had gotten free plastic surgery that made my body look better than I could have ever accomplished in a gym. I had ended up the guinea pig for a new prosthetic but I never noticed them when they were deflated. My new job would leave me having sex with strangers while on camera but what college aged girl didn’t consider doing that for the fun and money. I admit that in the past sex was a little painful but it was still a lot of fun. It’s a pretty sure bet that I would no longer have the same problems I used to have with size.

The one biggest down size to how my life is now is the fact that I have to keep two sex toys buried inside at all times. Now that I was away from the eyes of the moral police of the country, even having to plug myself didn’t seem so bad. The one thing I had yet to get used to are the enemas. Once I removed the plug from my rear my upper intestinal muscles could force most of my poop out but after that an enema was needed to clean everything up. It was just weird having the water pour back out and having no control over it.

The big ruckus in the media that I had started had finally died out. The tabloids were still carrying stories about me and using the photos of me with my car back at the hospital but even those stories were starting to die down. I was even starting to slowly rebuild the bridges with my family now that they heard my side of the story. My attitude was finally starting to pick back up. Now that I had a little perspective on things I knew that I could have ended up a lot worse. I was still alive which was plenty to be thankful for.

Walking back to my bed I opened the box that my doctor had left for me. There were several dildos inside most of which were of equivalent size to the ones I had impaled myself upon. Along with the dildos were leather cuffs with locks, some gags, an enormous amount of lube and a variety of videos. All the videos were based about girls doing insertions. Not just normal insertion with penises or normal dildos. This was the extreme version, the kind were a cucumber is used for more than just salads.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?