Chapter 9 - An New Body
Life was good. Anne was getting more and more wrapped up in the porno
movies she watched. She loved being fucked from behind by Paul while
watching a woman being tortured on the screen. She was dressing and
acting even more slutty when they went out, flashing her pussy at anyone
who looked, without Paul even having to tell her to.
Anne always sat with her legs spread and never sat on the back of her
dress. Her tight dresses spent more time up around her waist than pulled
down over her ass and cunt. Paul had fucked her several times seated at the
table, and even once on the dance floor.
Then one day he realized what was bothering him. He owned Anne's mind
but she still owned her body. Not control of her body but the body itself. He
had taken her will and bent and destroyed it until she had no will except
for what he allowed.
But her body still looked like the body of the girl who used to be her own
person. And while she had a nice body, a killer body in fact, her tits were
only B and watching the films, Paul had grown accustomed to the over-
inflated breasts that most of the new porn stars had.
Just the thought of DD breasts glued to Anne's petite little frame got Paul
so hot that he grabbed Anne's head and pumped a load down her throat in
10 seconds.
And the face. It was beautiful but it had to change. Paul didn't want
anything different in particular, he just wanted to change Anne. Then she
would be completely a creature of his own making, body and soul.
And so Paul dipped a little further into his savings. And he found a plastic
surgeon who was willing to work on Anne. The doctor merely thought that
Anne was an eager participant and just wanted to hide the operation from
her parents. But for the money Paul was paying, he didn't really care to
press too hard about some of the requests. Because after all, money was
money.
But it did have to be kept hidden from Anne's parents. This required two
steps. The first was that Anne's breasts had to "naturally" grow over the
next several months. So Paul had Anne start wearing a padded bra.
Paul didn't tell Anne why. And Anne didn't argue with Paul anymore.
What was a padded bra compared to jerking off 20 strange men in the
parking lot outside a club, shooting their semen all over her face. If Paul
wanted her tits to look bigger, then that's what Anne would do.
"You're such a little slut my dear" Paul said stroking her face and
explaining it to her. "And sluts have big slut tits. You need to make
everyone think you have big tits so they know you're a slut. And as your
chest gets bigger and bigger everyone will start to think of you as a whore.
They may not say it but they'll know it."
And Anne looked up at Paul and knew he was right. Yes she was a whore
and a slut. And she needed to have whore tits so everyone knew what a
dirty little slut she was. So she wore the padded bras everywhere, even
under her nightgown in bed at night. Because if her parents found out she
was wearing a padded bra, that she wanted to have tits that big, there
would be no end of hell to pay.
And every week, when Paul would give her a slightly larger bra, she would
get more and more stares at her chest. Pretty soon she noticed that the boys
at school never looked at her face anymore. They would stare at her chest -
their gaze riveted on her swelling mounds. She even caught her father
looking at her at times in a totally different way.
Yes, yes, this was only right. Everyone was now seeing the true Anne.
Anne the whore. Anne the big-titted whore. And every once in a while
Anne would see someone who used to be a friend, some who liked her for
her, staring at her growing udders and fantasizing about them, and
something would catch in her throat. Because she wasn't the kind of girl
who had friends - no she was a whore who was there for boys to fuck.
And then one Saturday the doctor was ready and Paul sat Anne down and
explained to her what was going to happen. "You've been pretending that
you're a big titted cow for 2 months now. But you don't really have whore
tits. All you really have is little girl breasts. You're just a little baby."
Anne didn't know what to say to Paul. He was the one who wanted her to
wear the bra's. She couldn't help how her body looked. What did he want
her to do. Oh god, please don't let him decide that she wasn't good
enough. Why did she have to have this little girl body. It wasn't fair. And
she started to cry despairing that her body wasn't good enough.
Paul smiled. "Its ok my precious little slut. Its ok. We're going to fix it.
We'll fix you're little girl body and turn it into the body of a whore. Into a
body to match the perverted little slut that lives inside there. You have an
appointment in 2 hours for a plastic surgeon to give you a boob job."
Anne looked up in shock. What, surgery? A boob job? She looked down at
her body. That was her. That was Anne. OH MY GOD, a boob job meant
this would never end. Any boy she met, ever, would know she was a whore.
They would all treat her that way forever. There would never be any
escape.
Anne suddenly realized, even with all the walls that had been knocked
down, with all the parts of her that had been destroyed, her mind had still
hidden away in some corner, the hope that someday this would all end.
And when it ended, she would meet a normal boy, and they would lead a
normal life.
But the stares her fake chest had caused over the past month. EVEN
FROM HER OWN FATHER. No, no boy would settle down to a normal
life with a big titted whore. No, all she could be then was a slut - forever.
Paul couldn't do that, not forever, no not that.
"Please Paul no, please don't make me do this. I'm still just a kid. I'm only
17. I don't want to be a whore forever. This is forever Paul, please dear
god, I can't do this. Let me wear the bras. I'll keep wearing the bras. I'll
fuck you - come on Paul, don't you want to fuck my pussy right now."
Paul looked down at Anne and took her face in his hands. "You have to do
it Anne, you're a whore. You're a complete slut and slut's need big slut
udders, not these little girl breasts you have now. I love you Anne, I love
my big titted cow."
But she was still a little girl. Anne wanted to crawl back into her mothers
arms and have her mother make everything all right. Your mommy used to
do that when she was littler. Her mommy would never hold a big titted cow
in her arms. Oh dear god, she didn't want to change. This body was her,
this was Anne, a little scared 17 year old child.
Paul looked down and saw the confused little girl looking up at him and
whimpering. So beautiful and sexy and adorable. And how much nicer she
would look with big whore udders sticking out of that little chest.
"Ok my little slut, ok we won't do it." Paul said watching Anne's face light
up. "Leave."
Anne looked up confused. Leave? They hadn't done anything yet today.
Paul hadn't fucked her or had her suck him off. She hadn't watched her
videos yet. She was soo looking forward to watching one where one woman
had her pussy sewed up and another was hung by her tits. Her big whore
tits Anne recalled with a jerk.
And tonight. They were going out tonight. Paul would make her show men
her pussy. She would have to dance with men and let them feel her up and
jack them off. Oh god, Paul would probably make her jerk them off in the
parking lot. Jerk them off all over face and hair.
And as Anne catalogued what she had expected to do that day, all the
disgusting things she told herself, even then, that she detested, she got
aroused. Aroused over all the times she would cum that day. And how
intense it would be.
She suddenly heard Paul again - "Get out." What, get out? What was
wrong. didn't he want her? Didn't he want to spend the day together?
"Get out, leave. Leave right now little girl and don't come back. I don't
have time for a little girl like you. Get out of here" Paul said and with that
he dropped his hands from her face, turned and walked away.
oh no, OH GOD NO. Paul was throwing her out. They were breaking up.
No, NO NO NO. OH GOD NOOOO. She loved Paul. She loved him more
than anything. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't. She just couldn't.
Anne ran after Paul and threw herself at his feet wrapping her arms around
his ankles and sobbing her heart out. "Oh please god no Paul. I love you. I
love you. Please don't leave me. please please."
Paul smiled. The little whore did love him. Paul crouched down and pulled
Anne's tear streaked face up to him. "I don't have any use for a little girl.
Come back when you grow up little baby. I need a woman who is a grown
up big-titted cow. I don't have any use for a little girl slut like you. I want
a woman whose body shouts out that the only thing she could ever possibly
be is a slut."
Anne looked up at Paul. Yes, yes she could be a big titted cow for him. She
could change. Paul had even set up the operation for her. Paul loved her so
much that he was willing to help her change instead of just getting rid of
her. Oh god, Paul loved her and tried to help her and she had blown it.
How could she have done this. Yes, Paul needed a slut with big tits. She
needed to have the kind of chest a whore should have. She was Paul's
special whore. She needed to give him the kind of tits a whore should have.
Oh god, how could she have been so selfish after all Paul had done for her.
"Ok, ok, I'll do it. I'll do it Paul" Anne sobbed up to Paul.
"Its more than just your tits slut. He'll change your face, he'll reduce your
waist, and he'll change the tendons in your feet so your feet are only
comfortable in heels. This is a complete make-over my little love fuck. You
go in a little 17 year old baby girl. You come out a grown up whore. Do
you want that? Do you slut?"
Oh god shuddered Anne. Oh god, she didn't want to do this. But she loved
Paul. She needed to keep him. And Paul needed her to do this. This was
important, no necessary to Paul. How could she tell him no for something
so important. Yes, yes she would do this for him.
"Yes Paul, whatever you decide. I love you, I love you so very much. Yes
my love."
"There's one last thing my love" Paul said tenderly. "There's only one way
to get this past your parents."
Oh my god, her parents. The bra would have them ready for new real
boobs. But not changes to her face. What could she tell them.
"I have to hit you in the face" Paul said, actually looking sad. "That way
the hospital records that you were assaulted, the doctor fixes up your face,
but in the process it changes.
Anne looked at Paul in fear. Hit her, he had to hit her. "No Paul, please no.
Don't hit me, please don't hit me. I'll work it out with my parents. I will.
I'll make it ok, I promise. Please don't hit me" Anne wailed.
"I love you Anne. I don't want to hurt you. But I have to. You can't make
it right with your parents otherwise. I love you my darling darling Anne.
I'm sorry but I have to hit you and break your nose."
Anne looked up at Paul and realized he really didn't want to hit her. He
did love her. Oh god, he loved her so much. He didn't want to hit her and
was going to do it anyways because he loved her so much. Yes, yes, if he
had to do it she didn't want to cause him more pain by fighting it.
"Ok Paul, hit me. Break my nose. Do it, hit me" Anne said and looked up
at Paul.
Paul cocked his fist back, prepared to swing, and looking at Anne suddenly
realized, he couldn't do it. He couldn't hit this beautiful creature. He loved
her too much. He loved the little slut. And he lowered his arm.
Anne was so tensed up for the punch it took her a couple of seconds to
realize what was happening. He wasn't hitting her. Why not? What was
wrong. Oh god, did she do something wrong.
"I-I-I ca-can't do it" Paul said. "I can't hit you dear Anne."
Relief swept through Anne's body. And then she realized, he loved her so
much. Oh god, he loved, her he loved her, he loved her. But - but he
needed a big titted whore. How would she get in to the hospital. Oh god,
what if left her now.
Paul looked over at Anne. "You need to help me Anne. Help me hit you."
Anne looked confused. She had to help him. She couldn't do that. It was
all she could do to let him hit her. But wait, she couldn't lose him. Not
after he said he loved her. She had to keep Paul, she had to.
"Its ok, go ahead and hit me" she said. "Its ok, I want you to hit me Paul. I
love you and I want you to hit me. Please hit me, please hit me dear Paul
my love" Anne begged.
Paul looked down at her and saw this yearning face that loved him. He
couldn't do it. He couldn't hit that. "PISS ME OFF YOU CUNT."
"Wha-what?"
"Piss me off. Get me mad at you. Make me want to hit you you dumb slut."
"You-you-you're mean, you're bad. You-you, oh you're a shit. You're a
lousy fuck. I love sucking all the other men off but not you. I dance with
other men because their cocks feel so much nicer. My vibrator feels so
much better than your cock."
And it was starting to work. Paul was starting to get pissed at this little
tramp. How dare she say things like this to him. How dare she.
And Anne could see he was starting to get worked up. She continued to
piss Paul off every way she could think of as he got angrier and angrier.
And then she could see it in his eyes. He was ready. Ready to hit. And then
she realized what was holding him back. Even though he wanted to hit her
now, his love was stopping him. His love would stop him, no matter how
mad she got him.
And then she knew what to do. "I don't love you. I don't. How could I love
someone who can't even hit me. I hate you. I hate you Paul." And as she
saw Paul swing his fist toward her face she shouted "yes hit me, hit m--
OOOOWWWWW OOOOHHH GGGOOOOOODDDDD, IT HURTS IT
HURTS. OH GOD PAUL IT HURTS SO MUCH. OH GOD MAKE IT
STOP PAUL."
And Paul collapsed to his knees next to Anne and gathered her in his arms.
"I love you Anne. I love you, I love you I love you. I'm so so sorry Anne."
"Its ok Paul. I wanted you to do it. Oh god Paul, it hurts so much. Please
get me to the hospital. Please hurry."
Paul rushed Anne to the hospital. He reported that he had seen some bum
punch her so he ran over punched the bum and rushed her to the hospital.
At the hospital they were very fortunate, Dr. Smith, an excellent plastic
surgeon had just had a patient "cancel" and had his team standing by. It all
worked just as Paul and Dr. Smith had planned.
Paul stayed in the surgery waiting room with Anne's family. He was the
concerned bystander who had helped a stranger out. And with that act, was
welcomed into Anne's family as a hero. Someone who had rescued their
baby from some awful stranger. They all talked for hours as Anne was in
surgery.
Meanwhile, Dr. Smith reduced Anne's nose to a much smaller size. The
cheeks he moved up. Paul hadn't cared how her face changed as long as it
was significant. For extra effect, Dr. Smith removed most of Anne's
eyebrows leaving two thin lines.
Next came Anne's waist. The good doctor went in and rearranged Anne's
organs a little. The idea was to bring her waist in by pushing some a little
toward the ribcage and others into the pelvis. It actually didn't take much
to make more room. And then he excised virtually all the fat in there, cut
out two strips of skin, and when sewn back up, Anne had a waist that was
permanently 4" narrower. Even in a swimsuit, with no corset, Anne would
have an extreme hourglass figure.
The doctor then proceeded on the riskiest part of the operation. He had
talked to Paul about this and Paul though it was worth trying. Instead of
using silicone, the Doctor was going to put the fat from Anne's stomach
into her breasts. Normally this wouldn't work. But at 17 Anne's body was
still growing. And her breasts were definitely still growing. And the
growing body had a decent chance of accepting fat from another part of her
own body.
Finally, after finishing Anne's new natural breasts, the doctor moved to her
ankles. He shortened her Achilles tendon and loosened the tendons on the
front of her ankle. Anne's feet would now slip into a 5" heel when relaxed.
And it would be painful and difficult for her to hold her feet flat.
Finally the doctor injected Anne's breasts with a growth hormone to
increase the chances of her body growing and accepting the transplanted
fat. Even in the surgery, with surgical clothes draping her body, the doctor
could see, Anne now had a body designed for one thing - sex.
He then went out to report to the worried parents that their daughter was
ok. And to warn them that he had had to perform major reconstructive
surgery on her face. She would still be beautiful, but her face would be a
little different. Anne's parents were so relieved that they didn't care. Their
little baby was going to be ok.
And the nice young man who rescued their baby, they invited him in to the
recovery room to to see her. When Paul started to cry seeing how lovely she
looked Anne's parents felt even more special toward him. How very nice
that stranger cared so much. They would have to invite him over for
dinner.
Anne spent 3 days recovering in the hospital. No one thought anything of
the nice young man who had rescued her coming in regularly to see her - it
was an all too common situation. And no one noticed that when he was
alone with her, he would finger fuck Anne to the brink of orgasm.
And Anne never resisted when Dr. Smith on his rounds would let his
hands stray from her tits to her pussy. She was a whore and whore's didn't
complain when men felt their pussies.
And Anne saw her breasts. Her giant cow udders. They looked obscene on
her small petite body. The bra had never bothered Anne because she knew
it wasn't real. It wasn't a part of her. But these were a part of her. And it
did bother her to see them. Anyone who looked at her could only think of
one thing, fucking her. And after making herself cum each night, she
would fall asleep crying over what she had become.
Then the day came to get up. Paul helped her get up and had thoughtfully
provided her with slippers that had a heel so she could actually stand up. In
her weakened state she would not be able to walk flat-footed. Anne walked
over to the mirror and a stranger looked back at her.
Her face, it wasn't her face anymore. It wasn't that much different but it
wasn't her. Not the face she had slowly seen grow up in the mirror the last
17 years. And she suddenly realized, this was Paul's face. This was the
face Paul had selected for her. And he owned her face the same way he
owned her.
And her waist. God how did it get so small. Her tits looked even more
oversize on top of her small waist. That wasn't a woman's body in the
mirror, that was every man's wet dream. Suddenly Anne had to go back to
the bed. She laid down and cried and cried for hours as she realized, Anne
was gone. She didn't know who that was in the mirror but little Anne, a
little 17 year old girl was gone. The body in the mirror belonged to the
grown up big titted whore Paul wanted. And Anne was gone. And the little
girl Anne trapped inside the cow with the big udders cried and cried
because she was gone forever.
And Paul sat by her side in the hospital room and stroked her hair and told
her how beautiful her new whore body was and how he loved his little fuck
slut. And as he saw her cry over the little Anne that was forever gone, he
loved her more and more.
And Anne realized that she truly was nothing more than a big-titted whore,
in body as well as in spirit now. That she did deserve to have this body.
Because all she was was a fuck toy. All she wanted to be was Paul's slut
cunt. And that she now had her natural body.
And as she spent the next couple of weeks mostly recuperating in bed, she
played with herself time and time again imagining all the things Paul
would now have her do with her new slut body. And she came time and
time again to those fantasies, never understanding why she cried after each
cum.
