Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2017 12:08:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Craig Brown Subject: oooaah daddy pt 2 Oooaah Daddy, pt2 by Pepperpuppy. ***************************** I encourage every reader of Nifty to donate money (however small) to Nifty to allow them to continue operating this site. Cheers to Doug, Boy stories and Quin. Quin you should write a story yourself you have such a bizarre line of thought, but stay true and be a sick twisted little puppy...I'll always love you for being one. Ever want to contact me (god pity you)... craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com *************************** I found that despite how tender my savagely stretched arse felt, I still needed to eat and gratefully ate the lunch and dinner dad cooked for me. My thirst was quenched by glass after glass of orange juice or soft drink although it didn't taste the same anymore having drunken so much piss over the two previous days. What no amount of Panadol could do however was relieve the pain around my gaping anal opening. I tried taking several tablets over the first few hours but found it didn't even dull the pain slightly. Dad decided I should swallow five at one time and then looked carefully at me afterwards for a while to see if I suffered any ill effects. The dosage worked (for a while) as I told him that the pain down there now seemed to have dulled down to more of annoying throbbing, although it hurt like hell when I tried to take a poo later on. At least the Panadol helped reduce the pain enough to enable me to eventually fall off to sleep, even though I had to lie on top of the bed with my hands restrained behind me. I managed several hours sleep despite everything, but found myself being reawakened by a renewal of the intense pain in my bottom. Dad then took me to the bathroom where he proceeded to give me several cleansing enemas until my bum could only expel clear water. ****************************** "Ooooh my wittle baby pwincess's bum must be feeling nice and cwean now" dad said using his put on "little girl's" voice. "Perhaps what it needs now is to be stretched some more" then he chuckled saying "time to meet Bertha sunshine," before shoving me back down on the bed and kneeling on the bed beside me to wrestle me back over onto my stomach, where he quickly began refastening my ankle restraints. He had to strain his muscles to lift my body enough though, so as to place enough old pillows under me to raise my bottom up into the air a bit. Then he started to reapply more lubricant to my tender anus "so Bertha can play with you for a while" he told me with another sardonic chuckle. When he was finished lubricating me, he proceeded to take great pleasure in showing me Bertha and gleefully told me about the differences in circumferences between her and the previous butt plug that he'd forced inside me. As soon as I saw the difference in the thickness between the pair of them, I began pleading with dad not to do it to me, offering anything to avoid the intense pain that Bertha would promise inside of me. "No way Jose" my dad told me with a grin, "I paid for these toys with my own money and I'm going to make sure I get full value for them". He then got up and moved around behind me before I felt the mattress slightly lower under me, as dad started to try to find a way to push Bertha inside me. After ten minutes of fruitless pushing against my back door entry along with a lot of screaming from me telling him it was too big to fit, dad got up from behind me saying "I didn't really want to do this Josh, but I'm going to have to phone someone and see if they can help me about Bertha's thickness. Meanwhile I want to make sure that your screaming doesn't attract anyone's attention princess", so dad proceeded to place a mouth gag over me to stop that from happening, even though our place was a small unworked farm on the edge of town. Sometime later I heard the sound of a car driving up our access road and watched dad hurry off to see who it was. The sounds of dad's and someone else's mumbled voices then footsteps coming closer saw dad return, infront of our local G.P. Dr Doug Plunger who greeted me jovially. "Well, well, what have we got here Sam. Is this your boy Josh naked and restrained on the bed I see" stating the obvious. "Yes Doug, that's Josh or should I say Jenny, and my little princess just doesn't seem to want to play with Bertha" he replied while walking over and picking up a humungous sized thick butt plug and saying "she don't fit Doug" with a chuckle, "and princess here" pointing to me "was able to happily play with her smaller sister for the past few days", proceeding to hold up a smaller plug and placed one in each of his hands to show the size comparison, "but she just doesn't want to play with Bertha. Can you help me Doug?" Dr Plunger chuckled softly "Sam, Sam, Sam, you simply need to show a bit more patience. That's always been your problem for as long as we've known each other, hasn't it!" Dr Plunger then donned latex gloves and knelt down on the bed behind me to examine me. He unabashedly moved his hands around my body, fondling a breast, squeezing a nipple, slipping a finger inside me while he asked me questions, which because of my gag my dad had to answer, before inserting two fingers and finally his fist in my arse and after probing around for a while, proceeded to pull it back out before insert several fingers from both hands inside me as he tried to pry my opening further apart, while I struggled vainly against his uninvited inspection. He finally got up and walked around to stand beside me while casually taking his latex gloves off. "You're nice and open back there Josh and if your dad had taken the time to talk to me beforehand, I would have suggested he try using a couple of smaller increments in size before trying to fit Bertha inside you". Then turning his head to face dad, "you told me over the phone you only have today, Saturday and Sunday to do this Sam and I'd have preferred you take a few days more and try using a few lesser sizes and work up to using Bertha to wreck the boy's arse." "Still if time's that critical, all I need to do is just give him a local anaesthetic and then a few muscle relaxant injections to allow him to be comfortable. Then in about an hour's time his anal ring should be loose enough to take Bertha for as long as you need to take to permanently ruin him." "Rest assured Sam, by the time you're finished with Bertha, his back door's gunna be stretched beyond any hope of closing or even returning to anywhere near as open as it is at the moment." He then looked directly at me before smiling broadly "In fact, I'd wager it'll happen long before your dad has to cook breakfast for you on Sunday, if I was a betting man that is!" And with that, he proceeded to walk over to his bag and take out several vials and hypodermics, which he proceeded to carefully to fill, before coming back over and kneeling back down behind me to swab an area around thighs and arse. "This needle's the anaesthetic Josh" he informed me as I felt a small in the fleshy part of my left butt cheek. "We'll just need to give it a few minutes to work its way around inside you, before we start giving you the muscle relaxant injections." He then got up and walked back over to pick up one of several more hypodermics, from where he'd placed them on top of my chest of drawers. "Josh, aren't you about fifteen?" Dr Plunger inquired, to which I could only nod my head in affirmation. "Ever been with a woman before?" and I shook my head slowly to show I hadn't. "Sam when I asked you over the phone about your boy's sex life earlier on, you said you didn't know if he was a virgin or not, so that's why I'm asking him now infront of you. After what's he's just admitted, I think it's only fair to ask you again if you really want me to give him the injections so you can break him." Dad exhaled loudly, but whether because he already knew what Dr Plunger was hinting at "Doug, It's a pity he hasn't lost his virginity yet, but don't you see, I can't stand to think of my boy growing up to be some faggot's mattress to be pimped out to every man around town. And he MUST be a fag Doug, because I caught him wearing women's panties. He probably wears them to tease other fags into wanting to fuck him or let him suck them. I put up with his mother's cheating on me, but I'll be damned if I'm going to allow my boy to suck guys dick whenever he feels like it or be fucked senseless and catch something horrible and end up in some flop house, disease ridden and incurable. "There's no way on this god's good earth that that's going to happen to him if I can help it. I think the only way to make him undesirable to faggots, is to make sure they can never enjoy fucking his arse and the only way to do THAT, is to make sure his hole's so loose and sloppy that no one short of a horse, is ever going to want to try and slip their cocks in it when they find out he hasn't got any muscles in his arse to grip a cock." Dr Plunger, perhaps in a moment of remorse suggested to dad that I'd still be able to suck men off and that seemed to make dad stop and think for a moment. Meantime, I realised that the anaesthetic had finally taken effect around my arse and was silently praying that somehow or other dad would change his mind about destroying my arse. "Don't you think that injection should have worked by now Doug?" dad asked and so crushed what little hope I'd been thinking I might have had. The doctor agreed and asked me if I felt numb. He came over and I saw rather than felt his fingers on my butt cheeks pinch the skin quite hard, before he walked over to my drawers to pick up the next syringe. He came back over and calmly told me "you're never going to get erect again by the time Bertha's broken your anus muscle, so forget about ever screwing women, or being able to masturbate properly. I'm sorry boy but your daddy and me have been best friends for years, so I sort of owe him" and with that, he proceeded to inject the first of several syringes into my bum cheeks. It took several minutes for him to do the next three injections, then telling my dad he'd wait around until I was immobilised and then watch to make sure that dad safely inserted Bertha in me. At first I didn't notice anything different, but after about twenty minutes I found I was having trouble moving my legs even slightly. It felt like they weighed a ton and I was even having trouble moving any part of me below my waist. After almost an hour, I imagined rather than felt that not only were my legs now useless, but that my anus was also easily opening and closing, which after Dr Plunger had removed my gag I told him about as well as the fact that I couldn't seem to clench my arse muscles anymore and was frightened of not being able to prevent helplessly pooing myself. "No Josh, you're not going to poop yourself, at least not for a while anyway. That last injection included something to prevent your bowels from moving for a couple of days along with a few stimulants that you'll find quite interesting as they take effect. No boy, it's just that your lower muscles have gone completely to sleep for a while and your body's simply taking it easy because of it." "What's going to happen to you next is your dad's going to force Bertha up inside of you" to which I quickly said that it was too big and wouldn't fit. But Dr Plunger assured me I wouldn't feel any pain except I might feel slightly uncomfortable while dad was doing it. Dad kneeled on the bed behind me and my body tensed as one of his hands came down firmly on one of my shoulders. Then I could feel something hard being forced inside of me and felt my body being dragged back by the power of dad's hand on my shoulder pulling while at the same time my bottom was being forced forward with dad grunting in exertion. Between his grunts and deep breaths I could feel something huge trying to be forced inside of me, although because of the injections I found that there wasn't any actual pain. I did realise that my bottom had something wedged part way inside it but could only imagine what was happening back there. "Doug, give me a hand to push it in a bit deeper" and very quickly I felt even more force moving me further up over the mound of pillows I'd been lying over. "Just a bit more Doug" and after feeling like my shoulders were going to end up halfway down my back I heard dad's triumphant "there, that ought to be far enough in Doug, thanks for helping" and not being able to feel anything down there I was left to imagine how my arse must look now. As I felt the back of the bed rise as Dr Plunger stood up, I heard him say "Well Josh, your life's going to change somewhat from now on and I'd like to tell you how sorry I am for helping out to make it happen, but when a lodge brother asks another brother for his help, your duty bound to help him" and with those words Dr Plunger probably thought he'd justified his actions (at least to himself), because they meant shit to me. "I'll call back around noon tomorrow after morning surgery Sam to make sure there no complications to worry about. The boy should start behaving a little differently in about an hour or so and I'll give him a booster tomorrow?" which had my dad thanking him before escorting him out to his car. Dad came back into my room ten or so minutes later carrying a plastic bowl which he proceeded to take a wet towel from and gently wash around my buttocks explaining that I'd bled a little during the insertion and he just needed to tidy me up. "BLED a little...what the fuck's that mean" I shouted at dad while starting to worry about what might be happening inside me. Dad just ignored my outburst and sighed loudly while continuing to wipe my behind, the towel dribbling water down the backs of my legs. "Nothing to get fussed about son, I just needed to use more force and push harder to shove Bertha in your arse. Your hole just wasn't big enough to do it without it tearing slightly. But Doug's promised me there's nothing for you to worry about and if you need them he'll put in a few stitches once I pull Bertha out." "I'd just like to say how sorry I am for making it that you'll never get to fuck a woman naturally Josh, but at least I'm going to save you from ending up broke and being diseased, living in some dump somewhere son and I know that when you finally realise that I've done this for your best interests, you might even want to forgive and maybe thank your old man for caring about you. Now let's get those pillows out from under you, so you can lay back and rest a while" which he did. He had to do it the hard way as I was totally paralysed from the waist down, so he even had to make sure that I could lie down with my legs open so as to accommodate the monstrous plug inside me. After he'd finished making me comfortable, he went a got a small metal handbell which he said I was to ring if I wanted anything. The first time I tried it didn't work because I'd forgotten that dad had had to get a few things at the shops. When he returned I tried ringing for maid service again. I used the bell to get dad to ask if he could move the TV into my room for me to watch telly. Instead of that dad said he'd carry me outside to lie on the couch to watch it from there but that I'd need to be descent because he wasn't going to have me sitting in the lounge room watching TV with nothing on. "I rang Doug while I was out Josh and asked him about exercise and stuff and he said that you shouldn't try even walking around until sometime tomorrow after he's seen you again. So with that in mind and because Doug says you'll never get a hard on again or even be able to take a dump or piss properly, he says I should just treat you like a girl. So I stopped off and bought you some things to wear" and with that he went outside, coming back in carrying a plastic shopping bag from a well-known Lingerie shop in town. After helping me to sit up on the side of the bed with my feet touching the floor, dad handed me the bag and said he'd had to guess my size, but he talked to one of the women in the store and she'd worked out what she thought my size might be. I opened the large bag and staring inside, saw the contents and didn't know whether to laugh, cry, scream or if I'd been able to, get up and punch him. I did none of the above, but instead proceeded to lift out each item of clothing out of the bag and place it beside me without saying a word. I made sure that as I placed each item on the bed beside me I looked at the label sizes and mentally wanted to congratulate the shop person on her astuteness, because every item was only one size larger than what I already wore. Dad's excited voice broke into my thinking. "I know that you're wearing women's undies was why I had to do what I did to you Josh, but because of what Doug told me about those stimulants in the needles he gave you when I rang him, I think it's only right and fair that you can wear these things around inside the house, except for when we has guests around. But you'll need to try everything on and see if they fit" he told me excitedly, eager to see some sort of gratitude from me, hoping that the lingerie would please me. And it did too although there was no way known in hell I was ever going to say to him that I liked them. The woman had selected several nighties along with a teddy all in satin and all in different colours for dad. There were also several pairs of lacy and sexy satin panties to wear as well. If I was patient and subtle, I might even talk dad into buying me some cotton knickers next time, thinking 20 pairs "at least", to wear every day under my clothes. "I didn't know what colours you like, so I let the shop lady decide. I use to like it when your mum wore black" (privately I liked the colour when I wore black panties) "but I didn't think you'd like black although the shop girl said that most teenage girls wanted that colour." "I liked this ones" and he excitedly grabbed the apricot coloured nightie and held it up for me to see "and I use to remember how sexy your mum looked in red" which he quickly swapped the apricot nightie over for. Dad must have been an idiot if he thought I wouldn't know he must have chosen the colours of the sleepwear and not the shop assistant. The four pairs of panties were bright yellow, dusty pink, black and midnight blue and all high waist style (as were all my panties I already owned) and obviously more of my dad's favourite colours! Dad quickly started placing the black nightie over the top of my head, so I "reluctantly" raised both my arms high enough to allow for them to go through the arm holes as he then pulled it down to cover me. Then raising my arms up in the air towards him "carry me out to the lounge room please dad" saw him quickly reminding me about something underneath as he grabbed the black pair of panties and knelt down to put each foot through each opening before pulling them up to around my knees. Dad then told me to grab around his neck and as I locked both hands behind his neck, felt him easily lift me up close to his chest, then with one of his hands pulling my knickers up over my knees, I moved my right hand from around his neck to pull them up the rest of the way up, while dad proceeded to carry me out and place me onto the lounge. This took a bit of adjusting around to then make me comfortable again and I could feel his right arm wrapping around and supporting my back. I also felt his right hand (actually his index finger) lightly brush back and forth over my left nipple. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down, but could feel the gusset of my black panties moving around slightly, which was obviously my dad's other roaming hand at work. I wanted to see if he was stiff but his baggy shorts didn't show it, because if he had been, I would have acted the teasing bitch and tried to give him a blow job, (to make him feel guilty)... As if he would have the horny bastard! Instead I simply said in a sweet girlie voice "thank you daddy" and left it at that. For the rest of the day, dad was sweetness personified. Anything I wanted he happily went and got for me. He ordered Takeaway Chinese for tea which he knew was my favourite and even sprung for a rental CD to watch. It wasn't until the movie started that the play I had been expecting from him since he'd helped me put on a nightie eventuated. He asked if he could get under the covers on the lounge with me and my saying yes saw him gently lift my legs up as he sat down at the far end of lounge before resting my legs back down over his lap. Although the numbness around my butt left my waist and legs useless to move, it didn't mean that I still didn't have any feeling in part of my legs. In fact from about midway between my cock and my knee on either leg I was able to feel anything touching my legs. I just hadn't said so to dad or Dr Plunger and I was still angry at dad for what he'd done to me. But I understood (or used my imagination) that dad had been gently caressing my bottom carrying me to the couch and I certainly wasn't anaesthetised around the chest and knew when someone was trying to fondle my nipples. Anyway I was simply happy to be watching a new movie CD release and the satin nightie felt nice on me, so as much as I hated dad, I was going to need him at least until the anaesthetic wore off and I could walk again. So for the next two hours I "allowed" my dad's hands to softly glide over my legs and although I couldn't feel them once they got too high above my knees and didn't say anything about them, although I could feel the waist band of my panties being eased down at the front and back along with the lift of the doona covering me. During all that time, my mind was worrying about what if Dr Plunger had said was true about me no longer being able to fuck a girl anymore. Certainly I couldn't at the moment, but I still had a penis and balls, so perhaps he'd only be teasing. After the movie ended, dad said he wasn't sleepy and did I want to watch an old CD from our own stack. I didn't care and wasn't going anywhere so dad simply told me he was going to get changed into his PJ's while he lifted my legs to allow himself to do so. On returning he was wearing short summer PJ's and asked if he could change places because my legs were becoming heavy on his. So with great care he managed to move me down the lounge just enough for him to slide in as I propped myself up, before I lowered my head back down onto the pillow he'd placed on his lap. Then his left hand began lightly brushing over my chest and gently cupping my left boy? boob, never realising I could feel him doing it. As the movie unfolded, his hand stopped moving and rested on my left tit completely. I could fell his fingers trying to find my nipple and very soon he was doing his utmost to make it hard. At the same time his penis was obviously becoming erect and was subtly trying to find a way to allow it to stiffen without being hindered by his shorts, including the pillow supporting my head. I was also beginning to discover that my nipples were quite susceptible to teasing and his thumb and index finger worked hard at gently squeezing one, making my brain tell me it was nice. Great, two days previously my dad raped my arse, saying it was for my own good then and that no son of his was ever going to be wearing women's underwear and here I was now, with a ginormous butt plug stretching it so that it'd be permanently out of shape while causing me to become a eunuch too. The cherry on top was wearing a "nightie" my dad had chosen as he fondled my nipples and having him sporting a raging horn. With great care and subtlety I kept snuggling my head deeper into the pillow over dad's lap while manoeuvring my own left hand slowly up his legs to where I could feel his hand slowly masturbating his hard on. With a soft moan I slowly rolled over with closed eyes as if I was sleeping and offered both boy boobs for dad's attention. He didn't waste a moment and I quickly found my right nipple quickly being made as hard as my left already was and feeling just as nice too. If I was going to be tagged as a faggot by dad and be punished without being given a chance to tell my side of the story, then fuck it I'd act gay. Remembering that dad had called my Jenny earlier on, I decided to be a girl to see how he reacted. So in a soft sweet girl's voice I asked him, "does daddy want his wittle pwincess to make him feel good, because daddy's fingers playing with my nipples feels really good". I moved my hand slightly so as to begin fondling his stiff cock now peeking well outside his PJ shorts and applied gently squeezing as I slowly moved my hand up and down along the entire length of his cock. Two minutes and several gentle but hurried movements saw my hand now on his stiff naked cock and his pyjama shorts on the carpet with him telling me to be a good girl and trying to work the tip of his cock closer to my face. I angrily thought "fucking hypocritical cunt, wrecking my arse just because I liked wearing satin underwear, but it's quite alright for you to fuck my arse and want me to suck you off, well OK enjoy the performance DAD!." So I moved my head just enough to allow the tip of his cock to touch my lips, then I took the tip of my tongue and lightly glided it over his tip and felt his hand touch the back of my head and slowly but firmly force my mouth further down onto his cock. As I did, he switched hands behind my head and I saw rather than felt that hand slide down my back to probably find its way inside the back of my panties to fondle my anaesthetised butt cheeks. I also learnt what I already knew about dad, which was his body strength as he pushed down further on the back of my head so that there was no way for me to do anything more than pray that I didn't choke to death on cock. I started retching as his penis tip found its way pass my mouth and along the top of my throat. His remedy for that was to push down even firmer and coo tender loving words to me "Suck it for me Jenny, daddy's going to give his princess a big load soon" and with a loud groan, I felt his warm jets of sperm squirting deep in my throat, which saw dad revert to being a pig. "That's it bitch swallow every last drop and like it, oh god yes you're so good to your daddy, sweetheart" until I felt his hand no longer on the back of my head which allowed me to quickly lift my mouth off his cock and start taking deep breaths of air. When he'd recovered, he smiled at me and actually thanked me, telling me that I had been better than my mother sucking him off. Then without saying another thing, he gently lifted me in his arms and cradling me, carried me into his bedroom where he gently laid me on one side of the bed before getting in on the other side and turning off the light and rolling over and gently moving me onto my side, spooned in behind me while moving one arm over me to cares my nipples. I silently thanked Dr Plunger because I wasn't able to pee until after he'd visited me just after noon the following day. I didn't want to thank dad for blowing him the following morning just after 7am though. But I did, hoping that sometime or other dad would realise that he might be a closet gay himself! Just after lunch Dr Plunger turned up for his expected house call to examine me for any problems. He smiled broadly when he saw the black nightie I was wearing and I thought I heard him gasp when he lifted my back and saw the black panties on as well. He paid particular attention when examining me to fondle both my nipples and I easily spied his trousers tenting. He made an observation to dad about how the anaesthetic should start wearing off tomorrow sometime and also gave dad some tablets to give to me if I started to get unbearable pain around my anus. Dr Plunger then tried getting me erect using his hands while I looked at a magazine of naked pinups and didn't seemed please when I couldn't. He suggested I might begin to feel my anal area beginning to loosen up late tonight or early tomorrow, suggesting that if it did, dad should phone him and he'd come straight round to assist extracting the monster plug and look at giving me stitches if the thought it was necessary. Dad then saw him out where they again spoke quietly for several minutes before I heard Dr Plunger's car drive off and dad walk back into my room and tell me that Doug was particularly pleased with how my body was reacting? He also gave me a glass of water and several tablets to take saying that Doug had recommended I take them for several days to help avoid any possible infections once the plug was removed. That afternoon, over 24 hours since he'd shoved this monstrous butt plug inside of me, we talked about what had taken place both last night and this morning. This was my first chance to speak to dad while he was relaxed, so I told him about how up until three days previously, I'd never thought of myself as gay and only wore women's panties because I felt more comfortable and confident wearing them. In turn dad spoke to me about why my mother left us ten years ago, life in general, our lives in particular as well as what would happen if everything that Dr Plunger had told us would happen, did and what that would probably mean to me growing up. Dad said he had to go out shortly after our last talk and after seeing I was comfortably ensconced on the lounge infront of the TV, left saying he'd be back in a few hours when we'd order pizza for tea. That evening we had pizza, then watched another new movie CD before dad suggested I might like a massage to help relax me more. Afterwards we went to bed together and slept soundly until almost 5am when I felt the urge to need to wee and dad had to carry me out sit on the toilet, where I felt I was pissing razor blades it hurt so much. I wanted dad to phone Dr Plunger, but dad said that Doug had already told him that this might happen and had said not to worry unless I was pissing blood, which I wasn't. Instead dad gave me several more tablets Dr Plunger had given to him for me, telling me they'd help relax my urethra for when I needed to wee again. Dad then carried me back into the bedroom where I fell asleep almost immediately my head touched the pillow. I didn't wake up again for almost four hours and realised immediately what my brain was telling me and that my anal muscle had stretched beyond recovery, which a quick check with my hand discovered the monster inside of me was now looser. But I didn't tell dad because Dr Plumber said he'd be around late in the day to see how long I had to have Bertha stay inside of me, although he'd said only yesterday that he was surprised my anal muscle had lasted as long as it already had. Dad surprised me again after breakfast with more women's clothing he'd bought yesterday, saying that he wanted me to look at whether it was comfort or something else as to why I liked wearing women's underwear. The clothes he'd purchased were mainly for casual wear to wear around the house, including several pairs of leggings in different colours, some tops, a pair of shorty shorts, three absurdly short skirts, some slips, pantyhose, stockings, even a suspender belt and "eight" pairs of shoes in both flat heel then in increments up to 4 inch stiletto heeled shoes. There were no jeans or slacks, but he promised me another surprise later on in the afternoon and not to worry if I had to keep Bertha inside of me for a few more days, because Dr Plunger would be providing a medical certificate for school to cover my absence. I tried not to look too interested in the clothes that dad had bought me, but something inside of me was dying to find out what I'd look like and feel like wearing them. Dad helped me into a warm/hot bath, which he'd also filled with bath salts, where I got to wash myself thoroughly and felt wickedly slippery as he then helped me out and sit on the toilet to dry myself off. He then helped me put on the red satin nightie and behaved like an octopus with four pairs of hands as his hands slid over my body's sating covering. In the end, to get some space of my own, I said I'd suck him off and swallowed a lorry load just before Dr Plunger drove up to the house. Dr Plunger seemed excited when examining me in private and discovered my ruined anal ring muscle. He exuberantly told me that he was happy for me and said it was time to remove the monstrous butt plug and measure how wide my anus opening was going to be. He called dad in telling him of his discovery and a few minutes I was again lying naked on several large towels over a pile of pillows, as Dr Plunger began extracting the brute of a plug. He told me to tense my body and with dad holding my shoulders down slowly eased and pulled the thick monster out of me. It didn't actually hurt so much as it did feel uncomfortable as he pulled the plug out of me. This time I actually felt my buttocks being forced outwards as the thickest part of the plug slowly moved up and out of my anus. There was a squelching sound along with a very long wet fart as it slid out of me along with a loud OMG from dad and his asking what is this? I felt funny too and it was only Dr Plunger's loud command to dad to tell him to keep my shoulders pushed down that stopped me from trying to turn around and see why I felt so funny down there. "It's OK Josh, your anus had just prolapsed ejecting the butt plug and we need to get it back inside of you" so with dad's hands pushing down on me, I felt Dr Plunger's hands doing something around the outside of my arse and then something being pushed back inside it. I then heard the sound of tape being pulled off a roll and being placed on and near my butt. "We just need to take some measurements and a few photos first and then a few stitches and you'll be right as rain again Josh" Dr Plunger told me. Ten minutes later I was being helped up and sitting on the side of the bed as dad put the red satin nightie on over my head before picking me up and carrying me back into the lounge room and onto the couch, where Dr Plunger told me (and dad) that I'd had an anal prolapse which was not that unusual with something so big being inside of me and having to be pulled out, but that my bottom would be no worse the war for it in a few days. Dr Plumber then told me my anal opening was wider than he had expected at almost 7 inches, but in a few days it would close back up to around four inches. He said I should always plan to make sure I was close to a toilet if I needed to poop, because I wouldn't any longer be able to expect to clench to delay pooping and the first inkling of a feeling that I'd need to poop, should see me head straight for a toilet. He suggested for the first few days I wear a nappy (for safety sake) to avoid any accidents and said that with dad's assistance he was now going to cleanse me so that he could give me another injection shortly to loosen my bowels and bladder. He then told me that he was going to inject me first with something to help my body over the anaesthetic injections so I could walk again. He then took great delight in swabbing my buttocks and even greater care and delight when inserting the needle which also saw him caressing my buttock for several moments before giving it a kiss. Ten minutes later I was shakily up and about and with dad behind me, in case I fell over, slowly made my way to the bathroom, where Dr Plunger had gone several minutes earlier to prepare for my cleansing. The small shower was already crowded with Dr Plunger in it naked, but I was surprised to see the shower head changed and a flexible metal hose now leading from where the showerhead had been. After asking me to feel if the water wasn't too hot, he proceeded to gently apply lubricant to my anus before telling me to bend over and relax, where I then felt something being inserted into me and being gently pushed further inside. Then lukewarm water gently flowed into me, quickly causing my tummy to cramp as it filled me up internally, then with a sudden rush, dirty brown water and turds came gushing out of my anus. It took two possibly three minutes of flushing to start seeing the water stream turning clear and another minute of this until the water ceased and I felt the metal hose being gently pulled out from inside me. Then with Dr Plunger's careful hands assisting me I dried myself paying particular attention to only dabbing my anus with a towel before he gently took over, dabbing it dry using a disposable nappy. I was then led back to dad's room where dad said that Doug (Dr Plunger) had a few exciting surprises for me to try on. Dr Plunger (By then he wanted me to call him Uncle Doug or plain old Doug) so it was Doug who came into dad's bedroom in only his jockeys carrying a large box which he placed on the end of the bed. On lifting the top of it he proceeded to take out several smaller shoe sized boxes, along with a lot more women's clothes as well as several different length and coloured hair wigs. He laughed as dad enthusiastically lifted up various wigs and suggesting which one's looked best on me. Doug (Dr Plunger) seemed embarrassed but then asked if I felt any different since he'd given me the initial injections and I stopped to pause and think about the question. When he said how he and my dad had talked about how I had initiated oral sex with dad the previous night and how comfortable I seemed wearing nighties and panties, perhaps I might like to try finding out what it was like having breasts and walking around in women's clothes for a few days and see how I behaved. With that he opened one of the shoebox sized boxes and carefully extracted two silicon breasts informing dad and I they were a B cup set. He placed one up against my chest and it felt cold. He excitedly asked dad if he had bought me any bras and to go and get them to try on me so I could feel how it felt. Dad hurriedly left his room coming back moments later carrying several bras in different colours and sizes. He then reached over to the pile of clothing that Doug had taken out of the box and picked out a pair of panties which he handed to me to put, since I was still naked from being in the shower. I silently put them on then had Doug go behind me and fasten the bra before taking my arms and putting them into the openings for them. He then slid first one and then other silicone breast into my bra cups which immediately had me fell a new weight on my shoulders. "Oh Josh honey, they suit you so much, they really do" Doug excitedly told me. Then for the next few hours Doug and dad acted like too dogs arguing over a bone as they helped me try on all the clothes the two of them had bought and I also got to find out what it was like with B, C D and double D cup breasts, as Doug changed bras for me with almost every change of clothes. He'd joke to dad about having me get on all fours for my dad so he could fuck me, and although dad made me get on the bed and do it, didn't in any way try to fuck me, although he playfully dry humped me so Doug could film it with me wearing a long haired auburn wig, a floral blouse, a mini skirt and a pair of satin panties that Doug had brought for me as dad wore nothing showing off his large cock while he playfully dry humped me from behind. The longer he humped me the better it felt and if he'd pulled my panties out of the way or down, I wouldn't have stopped him from doing it for real again like he did when he raped me. Dad even offered his friend the chance to dry hump me which saw Doug enthusiastically pounding his erection into my panty gusset extremely frantically while dad filmed it. I also found that kneeling on the bed while either dry humped me also made me involuntarily fart very loudly as well, which only made them laugh louder and try humping me harder. Dad suggested it was getting around tea time and after ordering for the three of us, after tea asked Doug if he wanted to see "Jenny" in some nighties. Doug said only if he was allowed to glue some of the silicon breast onto me to see what they looked like. Dad's eyes lit up while enthusiastically agreeing it was a good idea. Then they good nature argued over what sized boobs I should have. Dad wanted C's (like mums) while Doug wanted me to have double D's, so they split the difference and Doug had my lie down on my back as he glued the D cup breasts to my chest. A few minutes to let the glue go off saw him help me get up, where I quickly discovered how heavy large breasts were and also how different my balance had to be when I walked around in them. What threw me off (apart from the weight) was how they swayed and jiggled when I walked. Dad handed me one of the nighties that Doug had bought for me and after I put it on, discovered how strange it was to see the top half of my nightie now prominently out infront of me and catching my sight of eye. Doug looked like he wanted to dribble and quickly searched for and handed me a matching coloured pair of satin panties which he asked me to wear. So bashfully walking into dad's bedroom's ensuite I swapped panties and walked back out to be handed a long haired blonde wig to wear as well, which dad helped me to put on straight. He then got behind me and put his arms around my new bust while working his groin into my panties before frantically rubbing his hard dick against them. He moaned loudly and told me that he never wanted me to try being his son ever again because I now reminded him of how much he loved fucking my mother before telling Doug to lose his underwear and sit on the bed before (still holding onto my boobs from behind) moved me over towards the bed, then telling me to bend down and ordering me to suck his friend's cock. Doug stood up to help out and gently took my head as I bent over aiming my mouth for his cock, then opening my mouth took the tip of it and began sucking. Dad used the slippery satin to allow him to start furiously rubbing his cock along my panty gusset, and the more excited he got the harder and faster he rubbed, which forced my mouth further onto Doug's cock. Dad quickly let go of my boobs and fastened onto my hips and as my body rocked more, so did my boobs, which had Doug excitedly telling my dad all about it. Several minutes of frantic thrusting from dad saw Doug cum in my mouth which I had to swallow and then I felt my panty gusset grow damp as dad spewed his seed there. By the time Doug finally left to go home, he'd persuaded dad and me into allowing him to delay giving me my bowel loosening injection until the following day while also injecting me with enough oestrogen and Spanish Fly stimulant to make a nun a willing whore. Dad and Doug also fucked me in the arse which we all discovered was now as wide as a tunnel, with neither able to cum until dad suggested they try a double penetration on me, which saw them both fill my arse with cum. I didn't go back to school the following week or dad to work for that matter, while Doug (Dr Plunger) stayed overnight for three of the nights that week. Doug also behaved like Dr Frankenstein, constantly injecting me with hormones and aphrodisiacs to keep me constantly horny and aroused to service his and dad's cocks. He and dad were careful about making sure I cleansed myself after sex each time, while I wanted to sleep in dad's bed and wake up next to him for the rest of my life. A fortnight later, Doug used the solvent to take my breasts off so I was able to return to school. But each afternoon when I got home I'd put on a bra and panties then slip in my D cup breasts, put on a skirt and top, a wig, and then start cooking tea and wait for dad to come home. Sure I now have a huge gaping hole for an arse, that needs a dildo and dad's cock or dad's and Doug's cock for me to feel anal sex, but I'm also dad's "faux pau" wife as well as being Doug's play thing. I'm just a slut, a gaping arsed slut and I never want to change, except Doug and daddy have already determined when I can get my sex change operation. FINITO...