Tiffany is Trained and Auctioned

Tiffany Completes Her Training and Is Auctioned

CHAPTER TWO

** Kaitee continues to turns it up. Tiffany is forced to cum during class, gets more piercings, masturbates in her parents' house, and gets injections to transform her into a Big Booty girl. **

I slept in Kaitee's bed that night. Kaitee snuggled with Tiffany just a few feet away. I wondered what effect that was having on Tiffany but I knew Kaitee had considered that too. She was like an exquisite conductor, orchestrating nearly every detail of Tiffany's entire transformation. She gave me free rein with "how" I broke Tiffany down, but the framework was all hers. She left some things open to chance (the number of people at the bar on any given night, Carson and Manny's tattoo skill, other people's response to Tiffany's changes) but ultimately, she was always, always in control.

Tiffany didn't sleep well, I heard her moving and moaning, probably reliving the last few days, her subconscious trying to come to terms with what she was facing.

The alarm rang at eight o'clock. Kaitee raised her head and saw that Tiffany was still sound asleep, exhausted from the weekend and her own nightmares.

"Wake up, you have to get to class."

Tiffany opened her eyes slowly, saw me on the other bed, then went stiff as she slowly woke to the first day of her new reality.

"Come on, honey. It's Monday morning. You go get me some coffee then we'll choose your school clothes." She smacked Tiffany's bottom and pushed her to the edge of the bed. "Put on my robe and go buy me my coffee."

Tiffany stared at her dumbly, still half asleep. "I can't go out like this." Kaitee just shook her head. "Hurry, class is at ten." Tiffany stumbled to her feet, wrapped the robe around her and tied it tight at the waist. She reached for her wallet but Kaitee stopped her.

"Don't bother, your cards won't work. All of your accounts have been cancelled. Here," she reached into a drawer, "here's ten dollars. Get something for him too."

"Just black coffee," I said.

Tiffany ran her fingers through her hair, shook it, ran them through again. Her hair was matted in places and small flakes of something dry and crusty flecked off as she moved.

"Go on," Kaitee barked. Tiffany ran out the door. She came back with two cups of coffee and a dazed look on her face. "They..." Kaitee held up her hand, told her to shower and get back quickly.

Tiffany came back from the shower crying. The other girls had stared shocked at her piercings and tattoos. This hallway was mostly Asian girls, quiet girls from upper class homes. They didn't even have to say anything to shame her, their looks were enough.

Kaitee ignored her and had her put on her hooker makeup from Saturday night. She handed her the small sized dildo and Tiffany slid it easily into her ass. Kaitee shook her head and said "give it back". Kaitee handed her the next size up. "Always strive to better yourself, dear. Always." Tiffany had to work to get the bigger one in but she managed.

"Well, now, time for her shibari underclothes, don't you think?" Tiffany stood still, puzzled.

My turn.

I'd taken an introductory class in rope bondage for a story I was working on and found I had a knack for it. I'd progressed three levels up the ladder, more than enough for anything I'd ever need to do. Kaitee showed me a photograph she wanted me to emulate and I nodded. She held it in front of Tiffany while I went into the closet for the bag with the ropes. Tiffany stood still as I worked yard after yard of rope around her body, over her shoulders, behind her neck and between her legs.

I favored a karada type of harness but Kaitee wanted something with more hishi, she felt the more rope underneath Tiffany's dress the better. I didn't object - she was paying the bills.

When I was finished, Kaitee looked at her and shook her head. "No, she must be bound to the knees." I looked at her puzzled. How could I do that with the short skirts she was having Tiffany wear? There was no subtlety in that and I knew Kaitee was not interested in anything crude. I stood for a minute but Kaitee said, "go on" and I did.

When I was finished, Kaitee surprised me. She went into her own closet and brought out a plaid, pleated schoolgirl dress and a white button-down women's shirt. She helped Tiffany into it and then had her put on white knee-high socks and two-inch heeled shoes.

The Little School Girl look. I was surprised but not shocked. Kaitee seemed capable of anything.

"Not complete yet," Kaitee said. She produced a rather large version of the remote-controlled vibrators that had become so popular in the last few years. Most of them were stitched into panties or work with elastic around the waist. This one was easily twice their size and had four straps hanging free. Kaitee had Tiffany raise her skirt. She pressed the device between the ropes I'd run down from her waist to her crotch, then used the straps to secure it in place.

When she pressed the ON button, Tiffany jerked. I could hear it three feet away, humming loudly. Tiffany's forehead showed a thin layer of sweat in just a few seconds and she came in less than a minute. Kaitee turned it OFF.

"She's always cum quickly, hasn't she?" I nodded. "Even online? Just chatting?" I nodded again. "All right, then." She turned to Tiffany. "It's time for you to leave for class." She looked at the clock. "Chemistry, correct?"

Tiffany gave me a terrified look, begging me to do something -- she couldn't go to class like this. I got up and opened the door for her. Yes she could.

"Is this your homework?" Kaitee asked, holding up an eight page research paper.

"Yes, it's due today. It took me nearly three weeks to..." Tiffany stopped talking and gasped, staring wide-eyed as Kaitee tore it to shreds and dropped it in the garbage can.

"I guess it's going to be late. Come on." Kaitee walked to the door.

Tiffany started to take a step but realized that, because the ropes ran so far down her legs, she couldn't move her feet more than a few inches forward.

"Oh, no, Kaitee, no, please, I didn't know..." Tiffany cried.

"Why did you think I am having you leave so early for your class?" Kaitee said, picking up her notebook and walking down the hallway. "Come on, we don't want to be late."

---

Class was difficult to say the least. Kaitee introduced me as a student from Chicago and asked if I could stay for the lecture, the professor was more than gracious.

Tiffany was completely unprepared for the class. She had not done any of the work over the weekend because we'd kept her too busy. She botched two simple questions the professor lobbed to her. Her lab partner kept turning her head and looking her up and down with disgust. She was a big, blond girl from Iowa whose virginity was even more safely intact then Tiffany's. They'd talked earlier in the semester about their quiet, conservative upbringings and how it made them feel safer. Saner. Maybe even protected somehow. Now, Tiffany revealed herself as something else and the girl was hurt and angry.

Kaitee sat four rows back and waited patiently for the right opportunity. It came halfway through class. The professor asked for two volunteers to come to the front and work on a project with him. Tiffany's partner raised her hand eagerly and he told them both to come up. Kaitee flicked the ON button as soon as Tiffany got out of her seat. She jerked and grabbed the edge of her desk but regained her composure and walked slowly to the front. Everyone stared, she felt every eye boring into her. It took forever for her to walk to the board. When she stopped walking, the full impact of the vibrator hit her. The professor and most of the students in the first two rows heard it but nobody said anything. He wrote something on the board and handed each of them a beaker. I watched Tiffany as she became more and more aroused. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, bit her lip, stared toward the ceiling. It was pointless, the relentless machine was doing its job. The professor turned and started pouring a chemical into Tiffany's beaker just as Kaitee turned the speed from medium to high. Tiffany gasped and shook, breathed deep and came in front of the entire class. She dropped the beaker and hobbled from the room, crying and trying to hide her face.

---

Kaitee left the vibrator off all through English class, which might have been even worse. Tiffany's anticipation level was high, she was terrified she'd hear that hum at any second. I watched her turn her head every few minutes to check what Kaitee had in her hand. When she wasn't looking, she was staring at the teacher, her face twitchy and her eyes unfocused.

When class was over, I led Tiffany toward one of the campus coffee shops. Kaitee had outlined for me exactly what path to take and how fast to go. I checked my watch. Everything was on schedule. When we turned the corner past one of the dorms, Tiffany stopped. Kaitee was sitting on a bench talking with Curtis, the big, black jock who'd been the first in line last night at the dorm. He looked up and a big smile spread across his face. I nudged her and we walked over. Curtis put his arm around Tiffany's waist and we kept walking until we got to the Campus Brew.

"Oh, look who's here," Kaitee said, tilting her head toward three Asian girls from their dorm. I chuckled. Nothing was a coincidence, she had to have planned this too.

We went inside and Kaitee started chatting with them. Tiffany looked like she wanted to shrivel up and vanish, she looked from her "date" to the other girls to me to Kaitee. She felt more shame with every look. Kaitee invited the girls to sit with them but they looked at Tiffany and sneered, "no, we'd rather sit alone."

As they walked away, she heard them whispering to each other about her. They sat at a table and kept staring while Kaitee ordered our coffee. Curtis let his hands slide up and down Tiffany's body, cupping her butt and stroking her neck and shoulders. Against her will, her body responded, I watched her hips moving side to side and felt sorry for her.

Kaitee chatted with me while we waited for our coffee. She looked at her watch then nodded to Curtis. He walked away, headed into the men's room. Kaitee told me to watch the door.

In less than a minute, a pair of students from Chile walked in and looked around. They saw Tiffany and called her name across the room. Tiffany froze, she didn't recognize them at all, they weren't part of last night's lineup. They chattered at her in Spanish as they came closer. They were loud and all heads in the place turned to follow them.

The first one wrapped his arms around Tiffany and gave her an open-mouthed kiss. Tiffany put her arms around him, watching Kaitee over his shoulder, fearful of displeasing her. He slurped at her for a full minute before he stepped back and wiped his mouth. Tiffany saw the three girls were staring at her and started to tear up. I was just as shocked as anyone when the other man pulled her to him and did the same thing. Tiffany's body started slumping, she felt the defeat all the way down to her bones. Kaitee, for her part, walked slowly to the table and leaned her head forward, started talking with the three women, all of them shaking their heads and tongue clucking. As a final closing flourish, the man who was kissing her slid her skirt up her leg, showing a few turns of the rope to anyone who happened to be looking.

He finally finished with her and the two of them walked away, just as Curtis was returning from the men's room. He grabbed her ass again, pulling her close and started kissing her deep. He stayed longer than the other two, his hands roaming freely up and down her sides, kneading her ass hard. Her body responded instinctively and she rubbed one of her thighs against his leg. It only lasted for second before she caught herself. She felt so degraded, she knew what the others were thinking. They'd seen her with three different men in just ten minutes. Letting them touch her, fondle her, kiss her. And in public!

Curtis took his coffee and walked out of the cafe. Kaitee and I continued talking about nothing in particular while Tiffany stood, squirming uncomfortably while she waited for her drink. The Asian girl behind the counter stared at her rudely, taking her time making the iced coffee. One of the three girls from the table walked over and whispered something in her ear. Tiffany only caught one word "mudpuppy". The barista looked Tiffany up and down then sneered and reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup. She poured and stirred chocolate into the glass until the milk turned a rich, dark brown.

"Your friend said make it a mocha," the girl said with a condescending edge. When Tiffany reached for the drink, the girl made a quick motion and spilled it all over Tiffany's white top and schoolgirl skirt. Without a word, the girl turned and walked away, letting the milk drip over the edge of the counter and onto Tiffany's shoes.

To her credit, Tiffany didn't cry that time. She went into the ladies' room and came back with a handful of paper towel. The ropes made it impossible for her to bend over, so she had to turn and squat to drop to her knees. As she leaned forward, her skirt slid up her legs and the three saw the ropes underneath. One of them giggled and pointed. Tiffany turned red then and the tears started. She knew how the women's network worked, she knew that they would spread the word. In a matter of hours -- minutes maybe -- everyone on campus would know. About the ropes. About Curtis. About the other two men. About "mudpuppy". Her life at school was over.

---

I watched Tiffany look at herself in the mirror. It was amazing, even after all of this, you could see the self-absorbed gleam in her eye. The narcissistic self-adoration. She raised her hand and gently pulled back her hair, looking at the three piercings and the hoop, all permanently installed, all exciting violations of her upbringing. She ran a finger lightly over the piercings and I saw her body shudder. She was turning herself on, teasing herself. Even in the depths of her depravity, she was finding arousal.

Kaitee had her pull on one of the tiny tube dresses and took her back to Carson's. Manny was there and soon Tiffany had two boldly colored dragon tattoos, one on the back of each calf. Tiffany felt herself dropping another rung on the ladder into hell. She could never again wear anything around her parents that showed her legs. Which meant she had to buy a long skirt before she went to visit them tonight.

Manny also added to Tiffany's nipple piercings. He told Kaitee he'd been thinking about Tiffany a lot and wanted to try a double piercing. It sounded impossible, but then he showed us his. The barbell was close to the base and a ring had been added closer to the tip of the nipple. "Hers is far enough back that we could do the same thing. If you like."

Kaitee agreed and Tiffany obediently submitted. I watched her closely. Her body didn't slump, her shoulder didn't sag, she didn't react at all. Kaitee had warned me to watch for this, she said it might be a sign that Tiffany was slipping into depression. The lack of response could be read either as submission and acceptance or as a danger sign.

"Tiffany," Kaitee said. Tiffany turned her head but just slightly. "We are going to add a nose ring tonight." Tiffany raised her head slightly, started pleading again. Kaitee was satisfied. Tiffany's mind was still intact, there was still a small coal of hope and self-respect underneath her compliant exterior. Kaitee nodded to Manny and he went ahead with the two piercings. It was over with quickly and Manny heat-treated them to make sure they couldn't be removed.

Manny took a set of photographs to decorate his wall then we let Tiffany get dressed again.

"We have a couple of hours before we have to be to your parents. Let's make the best of it."

Kaitee drove to the strip on Hollywood where we'd met Keesha and her pimp. Kaitee had known the pimp from some research she'd done two semesters ago and it was easy to set them up the other night. Now that I knew they weren't strangers, I was a little pissed off that his guy had punched me. Kaitee explained it away as necessary theater to convince Tiffany she was in danger. Bullshit, but so it goes.

Kaitee told Keesha that Tiffany needed to learn to suck cock like a pro. Tiffany sat in the backseat of the car, paralyzed with fear and humiliation that she was being talked about like that. Keesha accepted two hundred dollars from Kaitee and motioned for Tiffany to get out of the car. Keesha asked me if I wanted to be the guinea pig and I nearly laughed out loud. "Fuck yeah," was all I could manage.

For the next hour, Keesha and Tiffany took turns with me and one of the pimp's men. She had Tiffany lick his shaft, tongue his sack and suck his balls. On my considerably smaller cock, she taught Tiffany how to deep throat, clamping her lips tight around the base of my cock and swallowing so I could feel the muscles contract. She had Tiffany give us both hummers and finally tried to get her to swallow all of the other man's cum but ended up nearly choking her. He must have shot out half a gallon and it backflushed through her nose and shot out between her lips and his cock.

"Well, she ain't completely hopeless," Keesha said to Kaitee when we returned. "But she's gonna need a *lot* of practice. You wanna bring her down here tomorrow? I'll put her to work."

"No,  Keesh, but thanks." Kaitee handed her another fifty and paid the man a hundred. "For helping."

---

We went back to the dorm so Tiffany could change her clothes. Kaitee took the gray pantsuit out of the closet, held it up in front of Tiffany. It was expertly tailored, Kaitee knew her exact measurements and had spared no expense. The most exciting aspect of it was that Tiffany had never worn one before. Kaitee explained that it was another cultural thing: men wore pants, women wore skirts. Or more precisely, women wore dresses. Even skirts were suspect. Kaitee told her to get dressed, the pants would hide her new tattoos from her parents.

"But, Ma'am, I cannot go to my family wearing pants. I..."

Kaitee held up her hand. "I am growing quite tired of you trying to figure out what you can and cannot do. Be dressed and made up in ten minutes." She walked out of the room. Tiffany turned to me, tears in her eyes. "My parents will not..." I got up and walked out, looked up and down the hall for Kaitee.

Kaitee was down the hall, standing at the bottom of the stairs. As I got closer, I could hear that she and the two girls were talking about Tiffany. It was all gossip and Kaitee was doing her best to fan it. Tiffany had been seen downtown on the streets. Tiffany was already married to one of the black men on campus, he was the one who forced her to get the tattoos. Tiffany snuck into the men's locker room after the last Big Game and gangbanged the whole football team. Kaitee validated any wild notion they came up with and added some of her own. When I was just a few feet away, the girls quieted down and lowered their heads. Kaitee looked at me and smiled. I shook my head. I guess this was girl-talk.

---

What happened during the visit with Tiffany's parents was the most intense thing I'd ever seen happen in real life. Even now, I sometimes wonder whether or not Kaitee went too far.

On the way to Tiffany's parents' house, we stopped and picked up Curtis. Tiffany was terrified. If Kaitee even hinted that they were connected, her parents would throw them all out. Kaitee didn't say a word to Tiffany, just made small talk with me and Curtis.

When we arrived at their house, Tiffany made one more weak plea to be allowed to change into a dress before going in. Kaitee ignored her and parked the car. She looked beautiful, her long hair combed and shining, covering her ears and hanging down on her back, the bottom cut in a perfectly straight line as always. Kaitee -- always planning and always prepared -- had brought a short length of chain with hooks on each end and used them to pull Tiffany's slut-hoop earrings back far enough that the hair hid them reasonably well. As long as she didn't shake her head vigorously, she might be able to pull it off.

Her makeup wasn't the slut style she'd worn to class but demure, professional. There were no visible signs anywhere that anything had changed. She was wearing nothing but a tiny lacy bra underneath the pantsuit and she had a rubber shaft firmly lodged up her ass, but none of that could be seen. Nobody knew but us.

Tiffany had a key but knocked. It was the polite thing to do and she was a good girl. The maid opened the door and stared her up and down, intense disapproval on her face. She led us in and we followed her into the large front room.

"My daughter," her mother said in a polite, reserved voice. "Come and kiss me."

Tiffany felt, rather than saw, her mother's anger. She was fuming underneath her calm exterior. Tiffany may as well have been naked as wearing a pantsuit. She walked to her mother and gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek.

"You bring disgrace to our home," her mother said softly, then turned and walked out of the room. Tiffany sniffled, her eyes tearing up but her resistance strong. She'd taken abuse from them her whole life and her defenses were powerful.

We heard her mother talking in the other room, then her father came in holding her hand. Her father was an imposing man. He wasn't tall -- under five feet -- but he exuded the confident power of a CEO, maybe a king. His clothes were impeccable, he could have been giving a speech to the U.N. He shook hands politely with Curtis and me, gave Kaitee a small hug. Then, he stood in front of Tiffany and stared at her for several minutes. Tiffany hung her head, stared at his shoes. I tried to stand still but felt my feet shuffling.

Finally, he asked, "will you be having dinner with us?" Tiffany nodded, "yes, Sir." I saw his eyes shift slightly, looking at the side of her head now. He reached out slowly and pushed her hair aside with his fingertip. I caught a glint of gold hoop before he slowly pulled his hand back. Tiffany's eyes were brimming with tears, her lip trembling.

He turned and walked quickly out of the room, calling coldly over his shoulder, "we're glad to have your friends visit."

I shivered. Not "you and your friends". "Your friends". Politely.

This was by far the most devastating family put-down I'd ever seen. And nearly nothing had been said. I'd been around family fights before, I'd seen families yell and scream and throw things. My first wife shot at me once. They didn't compare to this.

I looked at Tiffany. She was destroyed. All she'd done was come into the house in a pantsuit and they were ready to disown her. For the first time, I understood how powerful the threat of my sending them those photos must have been for her.

Kaitee was unaffected. I wondered what her home life was like.

"Where is the study?" she asked. Tiffany led her through another huge room and down a hallway. Her father was in the library, looking for something on one of the shelves. The study was directly across the hall, though the doors were offset a few feet.

What Kaitee did then has stuck with me to this very day. It was well past dangerous and into stupid, reckless behavior. It was the first time I wondered if Kaitee was really as in control as she appeared to be. Was she unstable? Was I aiding and abetting a psychopath?

"Open your mail." Tiffany complied.

"Open the one I sent you this morning. Click the link." Tiffany clicked the link and a movie player launched. She was watching a Korean girl do a striptease. She was dressed in a short leather dress and halter, a garter belt and stocking and a lot of jewelry. She was on stage in front of two dozen or more howling, drunk Chinese businessmen.

"Chinese don't think much of us, do they?" Kaitee asked. Tiffany shook her head. "They think she's a whore, a slut." I looked it up later -- racial prejudice wasn't confined to the white-black situation in the U.S. The Chinese had always looked down on the Koreans and the video reflected that stereotype.

Kaitee leaned closer to Tiffany how and whispered. "But it turns you on, doesn't it? Just like when Curtis uses you? And the others?" Tiffany moaned softly and nodded her head. Kaitee reached underneath her hair and undid the chain. Her big hoop earrings dropped into place. Tiffany trembled. "This is scary, Ma'am."

"Yes," said Kaitee. She looked at the door. It was open about six inches, the door to the library was open wide. Kaitee pushed the door open a few inches further than came back and stood beside Tiffany.

"Drop your pants."

Tiffany froze and shook her head. "No. No, there is no way I could ever do that." She was right, Kaitee was insane. This was her father's study and her parents were in the same house. Her father was right across the hall. And they'd made it very clear to all of us that we were not particularly welcome. No doubt they considered us the 'bad influence' who got their Tiffany into a pantsuit in the first place.

"Drop your pants," Kaitee repeated.

Tiffany shook her head. "No, no, this has gone far enough. He'll hear us, it will all be over." She wasn't crying or scared this time, she was angry, adamant. This was the end of the game.

"Drop your pants," Kaitee repeated again.

Tiffany stared at her. "You are insane. They will disown me, they will cut off my tuition, my allowance, Kaitee, I will do anything else, I promise you, I will do anything you ask, forever, for the rest of my life, just do not make me do this."

Kaitee shook her head slowly from side to side and ran her finger along the edge of the desk. "I am sorry. I underestimated you. I took you at your word. You said you would be my slave. You *wanted* to be my slave." She held out her hand to me. I reached into my pocket and took out the envelope with the photographs and the forged letter to her parents.

Tiffany began to tremble. "Kaitee, this is my life, these are my parents. I grew up in this house, you played here with me..." she began to cry, her words starting to break up. She turned to me. "David, please, you can stop this, you can..." she leaned forward, her face in her hands, sobs shaking her body.

"Shall I show these to your mother or your father first?" Kaitee asked. Tiffany was silent. "Your father's closer. He's right across the hall..." she took half a step toward the hall when I saw Tiffany straighten up and unzip her pants. Her body was shaking, her fingers barely working as she fumbled at the button. When she undid it, the pants slid silently down her long, tanned legs and pooled around her ankles.

"On your knees," Kaitee said. Tiffany obeyed immediately.

"Spread them." She did.

"Cum."

"Oh, god, no..." Tiffany moaned but her hand went to her crotch and she began rubbing herself. She focused on the girl's body on the screen, touching herself in front of a roomful of fat-faced businessmen, drunk and stupid, yelling things at her while she humiliated and degraded herself for them. After a while, they started to climb up on the stage and took her, two at a time, one at either end while her body hung limp over a table. I could tell Tiffany was seeing herself in the scene, she'd talked about it often enough.

She came with a little "eeek!" sound. Kaitee said, "good girl." Tiffany started to stand but Kaitee put her hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently back to her knees.

"Now, suck Curtis."

"Ma'am, Kaitee, please, please, not this, please..." Curtis was already unzipping his pants and smiling. Kaitee walked around behind Tiffany and pulled her hand back. "We don't want your hair getting in the way, do we?" Tiffany reached for his cock and guided it between her lips. I watched as she moved her head back and forth, turning side to side, more aggressive than I'd ever seen her. It seemed Keesha's lessons had had an effect. Her fingernails stroked his sack and she took as much of him into her throat as she could. She started quietly but as she sped up, the slurping noises got louder. A thin thread of saliva hung from her chin and dripped onto the expensive carpet. Tiffany reached behind Curtis, took his powerful thighs in her hands and buried his cock to the hilt in her throat. I heard her start humming and saw him lean back and moan "fffffuck!"

After more than a minute, Tiffany jerked her head back and gasped for air. Then, she rammed him home again, humming while he grunted and bucked his hips against her face. She held him more than two minutes this time, pulled back and gulped air, the mashed her face into his crotch again.

That was when I saw her father.

I had no idea how long he'd been standing there, I have no idea to this day. But I knew what he was seeing. Tiffany on her knees in his study, naked from the waist down, her friend holding back her hair, her ears pierced, her thighs tattooed, her face buried in the crotch of a black man whose cock she was eagerly swallowing.

Curtis went rigid and grabbed Tiffany's head, unloading his cum deep in her throat and moaning. He started jerking, making sure she took every last drop of his load. Her arms went up and started flailing, she needed to breathe but Curtis needed her mouth more and held her tight to him. He jerked and twitched for another fifteen seconds or so before he pulled himself out of her. She gasped and fell forward against his thighs, gulping air and shaking.

I looked up. Her father was gone.

Tiffany and Curtis did their best to adjust their clothes, Kaitee put Tiffany's hair back in place. Tiffany's mother called from the end of the hall that dinner was ready. It was the most uncomfortable meal I can remember. Her father knew I'd seen him. I didn't know if Kaitee had. I was sure neither Curtis nor Tiffany had any idea.

After we ate, Tiffany's father waited until her mother started carrying plates from the table to the kitchen. While she was out of the room, he looked at her and said, "your mother and I will not have time to entertain your friends." He got up and walked out of the room.

Tiffany got up slowly and stood behind her chair. "We...can go now," she said.

---

"You're wondering about the hormones, aren't you?" Kaitee asked. Tiffany was staring at the bottle of water she'd just finished. She nodded. I was wondering too. "Well, today's the day you find out."

Nobody had spoken a word about the visit to her parents' place, it was as though it had never happened. I wanted to know if her father was going to say anything, what were the repercussion, had he told her mother? I never did get details.

Kaitee reached out her hand and Tiffany gave her the bottle. She tilted it up, looked at the contents. "You've been drinking this for nearly six weeks now. It's been pretty thoroughly absorbed into your system." Kaitee's cell phone beeped and she opened it. I watched as she texted an answer back and put it into her purse. She looked at her watch. It was eight o'clock. "They're ready. We'll get this over with then you can come back here and get some sleep."

Kaitee drove us across town to a four-story office building. She parked in the underground lot and we took the elevator to the third floor. We went into a fairly unassuming office and a nurse took us into an examining room. She handed Tiffany some forms. "We'll need authorization before we can do the procedure." Kaitee intercepted the forms. She handed the nurse an envelope. "Really?" the nurse asked. Kaitee nodded. "Yes, a fully valid Power of Attorney. My signature is all you need."

Tiffany looked at Kaitee, stunned and confused. The nurse handed Tiffany a paper robe and told her to strip and put it on. When she left the room to get the doctor, Kaitee told Tiffany "you signed that the other night. I am fully empowered to make all legal decisions for you. Including medical decisions." "When...?" but then she remembered. It was Sunday night, just last night. Everything was happening so fast she couldn't keep track. Kaitee leaned closer and whispered, "I own you."

The doctor came in and gave Tiffany a perfunctory examination. He directed all of his comments to Kaitee, talking like Tiffany wasn't there. She felt like a child back in the doctor's office with her mother. The doctor put Tiffany on the examining table and gave her two shots in each of her butt cheeks and two in each of her breasts. Then, he told her to get dressed and left.

Kaitee had Tiffany drink two more bottles of the hormone-infused water before going to sleep. Tiffany was puzzled, told her she still didn't understand. Kaitee just said, "you will."

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Kaitee woke me up at six-fifty so I could watch Tiffany's reaction when her alarm clock went off at seven. I sat by the side of the bed and sipped the tall mocha she brought me. We chatted and she showed me a picture of her boyfriend. It was the first time the subject had come up. He was a well-dressed, elegant looking Asian man -- I assumed Korean -- and he had his arm around her. It might have been a prom picture or some other event they attended together. Kaitee was in a bright green satin outfit that hugged every curve. She oozed sexuality in a way that made even Tiffany seem like a little girl. When she handed it to me, our fingers brushed and I nearly got a hardon.

The alarm clock went off and Tiffany rolled over. More precisely, she tried to roll over but found it difficult. She muttered her surprise and pivoted herself on her hip, letting her legs drop off the side of the bed. She tried to roll herself to a standing position but again couldn't. Kaitee reached for her, taking her by the elbows and helping her up. She walked Tiffany to the mirror then stood back so we could both watch her reaction.

"Oh my God, no! NO! I'm a freak!" she cried, grabbing her face in her hands and shaking her head. Kaitee took her wrists and pulled her hands down, forcing her to look at herself again. Her 34B sized breasts had swollen to double-D size and her 34 inch bottom was nearly 42 inches around. In the middle, her 25 inch waist hadn't changed a bit. "Is this permanent? How long will I look like this? Why did you do this? How did this happen?" The questions streamed out of her as she stood crying in front of the mirror. "I can't go to class, I can't let anyone see me, my parents will..."

Kaitee threw her a towel and said, "go take your shower."

Tiffany fell to her knees and begged Kaitee to let her stay in her room until this went away, it couldn't be permanent, could it? she cried. She looked in the mirror again, staring at the double piercings through her nipples, the new tattoos on her calves, the slut hoops hanging from her ears. The more she cried, the more I saw Kaitee's face harden.

"Are you finished? Go take your shower."

Tiffany surrendered and wrapped the towel around her as best she could.

Kaitee raised her hand in front of Tiffany. "By the way, before you go," Kaitee handed her the 2nd sized dildo, "put this in." Resigned, Tiffany stuck it in her mouth to get it wet then slid it into her backside, no longer even needing to work it in slowly. The muscles were relaxing and Kaitee told me it might be time for the next bigger size. Tiffany didn't respond. She stepped into a pair of rubber thongs and went down the hall to the shower, her big, wide ass swaying behind her and her tits swinging from side to side.

The girls in the shower weren't silent at all this time. The word "mudpuppy" had made its way around campus and they used it freely. They asked her if the brown ones tasted like chocolate, they asked if she was going to be picking up the tab for her dates from now on. And the comments about her new body were even worse: they said she was a black ho wannabe, stuffing junk in her trunk just to attract the black boys and scare off the others. They walked around her, pointing and talking, commenting on the piercings and the tattoos on her calves.

They used all the racist ideas and words they'd picked up from television. Did the black boys have bigger dicks? Did the Mexicans slap her around while they fucked her? Did she prefer tequila or fortys? Is it true that black men only fuck white and Asian girls up the ass? Did the Mexican food make her fart while she was getting fucked? From what she told us, it  seemed they liked to put the word "fuck" in every sentence. What got to her worst though was that they were spreading the word that "mudpuppy" didn't fuck whites or Asians anymore. She washed as fast as she could but it wasn't fast enough, she was crushed and shaking by the time she got back to the room.

Kaitee didn't miss a beat. While Tiffany sobbed and begged, Kaitee calmly went around her, poking and prodding at her swollen flesh, measuring her with a tape, pulling on the nipple rings to see how they behaved with her new, bigger boobs.

"What do you think of her lips?" Kaitee asked me, pulling Tiffany's mouth open and stretching them. "I think collagen injections. And permanent red, you've seen that before?"

"Only on movie stars and hookers," I said. Kaitee nodded. "Well said."

"I've already posted ads on the Internet of you with your new ass. You're becoming very popular. Most of the boys want to fuck you there, do you think you're ready?"

"No, no please, no, I'm not, it's sick, it's disgusting, I'm..." Kaitee held up her finger. "I didn't mean that type of 'ready'. I meant 'do you think your muscle has stretched enough?'."

Tiffany's shoulders slumped and she lowered her head.

"Evidently not." Kaitee went to the drawer and took out the next largest sized dildo. "Here, this is for today." Tiffany took it but her hands were shaking. This wasn't significantly bigger than the last one but it was longer and the flare at the bottom less pronounced. I saw her searching for words.

"This is going to slide out."

"Not if you keep yourself clenched. You need to learn to control that muscle," Kaitee replied. "Now, let's get you dressed. Class starts in fifteen minutes." Kaitee produced her outfit for the day. She handed me a photograph and I nodded. It was street hooker all the way.

It started with a black corset and half-cup push-up bra, a black thong, then a cheetah print halter dress with cheap looking vinyl trim and a choker collar. The skirt would barely cover her bottom and if she bent over, nothing would be hidden. Kaitee also handed over a pair of fence net stockings and black leather boots knee-high boots. She threw a dozen cheap bracelets on top of the stack on top and a tube of high-gloss cherry red lipstick. Tiffany picked the pieces up and laid them out on the bed in order, started getting dressed. When she was dressed and the dildo was back in place, she headed straight for the door. Kaitee stopped her.

"No, dear. I want you to get a good look at yourself before you go outside."

Tiffany looked in the mirror, her face frozen, trying hard not to start crying.

"This is your only class of the day. After it's over, we're going back to continue your piercings," Kaitee said. She picked up a camera and told Tiffany to pose. She had her turn, bend, pout, and pull down her top, taking pictures the whole time. I smiled. Tiffany's old self was coming through yet again, proud of even this new body, waiting to wrap the next man around her little finger. About halfway through, she started touching herself and came quickly, her "aaiiiiiieeeeeeee..." echoing down the hall of the dorm.

When she stopped shaking, Kaitee put down the camera. "You're very proud of your virginity, aren't you?" Kaitee asked. "Yes, of course," Tiffany answered. Kaitee just nodded and gave me an evil smile. "Time to go."

We walked across campus slowly, women staring in disgust, men staring with hungry eyes, couples shaking their heads. Just before we got to the classroom, Kaitee handed Tiffany a silver necklace. "Here, you've earned this." Tiffany picked it up and looked at it. She started crying again. In big gold letters a full inch tall, outlined with black lacquer, was the word "mudpuppy".