Those were his final words as he left the room, leaving me tied down to the operating table. I cursed under my breath, my wife had always told me my addictions would be the death of me; maybe I should have listened to her.
I lay completely naked under the bright lights as the surgeons entered the room, all white gowns and masks. On the trolley wheeled in by a nurse, I could see all the impliments of their trade and a few more I didn't dare to think about. How could I have been so stupid? Getting into debt was one thing, but this was just ridiculous, and didn't this sort of thing take years of drugs and treatment first?
I guess my thoughts were obvious on my face because one of the surgeons began talking to me. "Ordinarly the subject " - that's all I was to them - "would undergo preparations, but you're to be the first attempt at a new procedure. All over reconstruction in one operation. It will take a long time, and you'll be sore for weeks afterwards, but that's no concern of ours".
"Can I speak to your boss again?!" I pleaded
"No. . . "
"But I can pay him back other ways, I can get him the money. . . "
"All I know is you lost the bet fair and square, and therefore I do my job"
I hadn't noticed the doctor at my side until I felt the pinprick in my arm. The milky white fluid was pressed into my body and although I was fighting it as hard as I could I was losing consciousness. My final thought was off a stupid, idiotic card game, being willing to bet my body on 4 sevens - not dreaming it was a serious bet. . .
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The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a drug fueled blur. . . vaguely coming round in screaming agony over my chest and pelvis, then someone injecting more substances and my gradual fading out again. I picked up odd phrases, "2 or 3 operations to reach that size" or "slight changes to the skin prevent hair growth. . .". They filled me with fear, but I never had time to dwell on them. . . Gradually, the pain each time lessened, and after goodness only knows how long I finally woke with bareable sensation - to a horrible scene.
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I came around, but my eyes were still closed. I was aware that the bed was rocking, back and forth, something was sitting astride me. I felt cold, a draft on my skin, and like waking up after a long sleep, I was aware of a feeling of sexual arousal, an erection.
Slowly, with difficulty from lack of use, I began to open my eyes. At first it was blurry; a man, sitting atride my bed. It began to take shape and I could see a youth, maybe late teens was kneeling over my stomach. His flies were open, and he was frantically wanking as he squeezed my breasts. My breasts. . . ? Still groggy, I tried to reach up to feel my chest, explore the emormous breasts I appeared to have. My arms were still tied fast. It started to come back to me. . . Gricus telling me I would have to serve him if I lost the bet. . . then seeing him play a straight flush. . . something about "undergoing a little change" first. . . then. . . FUCK! I had breasts!
Instantly I came round. Jerking my head up as fast and as far as I could I screamed "What the fuck have you done!".
The youth on top of me, taken completely by surprise, just gorped back, open eyed and mouthed. The shock must have added something to his wanking. . . his cock exploded straight into my face. Fresh hot jizz struck me in a thick shot. Before I could flinch, he came over my face, into my mouth and hair. The sight before him just made him cum more, less forcefully, onto my neck and breasts. It was warm and ran disgustingly down my body. I tasted it in my mouth. I'd never felt cum on my body before, and I could see why my wife never let me give her a facial. His ball sacks had emptied onto me, and it was huge amount. More ran down my face into my mouth, leaving wet trails, and I had no choice but to swallow. . .
Having shot his load as I scared him half to death, the porter - for that's all he was - quickly climbed off me, put his still dripping cock away, and without bothering to clean me, ran off.
My scream had attracted the attention of the rest of the staff, and a couple of doctors and nurses came running into my room. It was a smallish room, without any windows, and mine was the only bed. I assumed it was a hospital, but I could have been completely wrong, and it turned out, I was.
One of the doctors shouted something to a nurse, and she ran off while the others came over to look at me.
"What the fuck have you done?!"
They ignored my call, checking over my body, prodding here and there, no showing any sign of cleaning the cum off me. I tried to crane my neck to look myself over, but I could see very little past my huge breasts. There was one major change!
"Amazing, kept penil function!" I heard. I felt my cock getting handled, it wasn't my imagination that I had an erection. But if I still had a cock, and breasts. . .
Then the strangest feeling. . . something inside me, under my ball sack but not my anus. Despite everything, it sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel something inside me moving, pushing - every push sending more and more sensation through me. Then something in my ass. . . and the sensation doubled.
"Will it still happen when it's conscious?"
"Find out. . . "
"Find out what?!" I shouted in reply. . .
Then although I couldn't see it, I felt larger, harder objects in both of the holes - and something inside me was being squeezed so sweetly and intensily. They moved faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and despite being furious with rage and fear, I could feel my cock tingle, pulse and then. . . after a couple of minutes of the most amazing stimulation, I came.
My face, hair and chest were still covered in the porters cum, and now my stomach and thighs were covered in mine. I was degraded and publication masturbated, but it was almost a relief to know I could still do it.
I heard the doctors mumbling to themselves about people being pleased it had all been such a success when I heard a laughing at the door. Gricus. It was obviously him, a large dark shaddow, about 6 foot tall and built like brick shithouse. Evil looking through and through.
"Hello John!" he said, jovially.
"What have you done!" I was becoming a broken record, but I'm sure you understand why!
"Just a few changes, John, a few added extras"
Gricus came over and started examining my body as the doctors had done, proding here and there. "Good tranformation, John, or rather Jennifer, always was rather feminine." He was right, I was only 5' 7, slim, with very female features even before the operation.
"Did she cum in own hair?"
The doctors looked at each other bashfully. "No sir" one finally replied "She was liked that when we found her"
Gricus smiled, "Randy Andy the porter?"
The doctors nodded, and Gricus laughed heartily again.
"Did he fuck her?"
"No"
"Good, I want to be first to actually fuck this little whore"
Then he turned to face me again.
"We made a few improvement, Jennifer. Added some breasts and, amazingly, a cunt. Things are a little tight down there, space wise, but it means you ger more stimulation."
"And this is. . . forever?" I asked.
"Oh yes. . ." Gricus replied "You'll be a special little whore. I mean, you owe me a huge debt, plus the cost of the op, you'll be mine for the rest of your life" He winked and began to walk away.
"Get her cleaned up, showered and clothed and show her to her room"
Just before he left the room he added. . .
"And Jennifer - get used to being covered in cum!"
Laughing he left, and the doctors began to untie me. . .