A Whole New Jenny
Jenny Poussin sat in the waiting room of a new clinic that had come into town. She wore clear eight-inch platform heels on her dainty feet. On her legs, she wore fishnet leggings that went from her ankles to halfway up her thighs. On her arms, she wore a matching set of fishnet gloves going from the tips of her fingers to a few inches past her elbows. Around her slender neck was her black leather collar with "WICKED" on the front in nice and shiny letters. Covering her thirty-two-G "cupcakes," as she liked to call them, was a hot pink tube top, top hemmed to show off a generous amount of cleavage with the bottom hemmed to end just where the fake mounds meet her body. The matching hot pink skirt she wore was short, showing off the bottom quarter of her firm ass when she was standing up straight. Underneath that was the smallest black t-string she owned, the front of it just barely hiding her slit while the sides of it slipped up past the waistband of her skirt and over her slender hips.
The clinic, "A Whole New You," specialized in new methods of plastic surgery from what she had been able to gather from their e-mails. The owner had been sending her them since before the clinic had opened, trying to sign her on as the spokesperson for their practice. The last e-mail that Jenny had received included how much they were willing to pay for her. It was incredibly higher than what BodyZone had been paying her for the Naughty Sexxy line. The e-mail went on to say they would happily offer their services to her free, if she accepted the offer.
The offer was tempting, but she was happy with her latest implants. Especially since she had just gotten them not too long ago. Jenny was on the fence about it, until her sister suggested that she go hear them out. Cathy further suggested that they make a day of it with a trip to the spa and a night of clubbing afterwards.
She looked to Cathy sitting next to her, legs crossed while flipping through a magazine and dressed in nearly the same outfit with the only differences being that her collar read "SINFUL" and that her top and skirt were sky blue. Cathy had been right after all. What harm could there be in just hearing them out? Who knows, maybe this new type of surgery they did would be worth going under the knife again so soon.
"Ms. Poussin?" Jenny heard a male voice ask, making her turn her head. In front of her stood a tall man with tanned skin, brown eyes, and short dark brown hair. His bone structure made him a wider set man than most, but it was easy to see that underneath his suit and white doctor's coat he took very good care of himself. She had a brief moment wondering just how good he looked without the clothes before he flashed a smile showing off his pearly white teeth and held out a hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Dr. Hoksten."
Jenny smiled and stood up, taking his hand in hers and shaking it, noticing his firm grip. "Please call me Jenny," she said looking up at him. Gawd he's so tall, she thought, even in these heels the top of my head is under his chin by a good three or four inches.
He chuckled. "Of course, Jenny," he said letting go of her hand and extending his out towards Cathy. "And you must be Cathy," he said with a smile.
Cathy looked up startled from her magazine and gasped, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as she took his hand and Hoksten helped her out of the chair. "I'm uh, surprised you know about me," she said with a nervous smile.
"We came across some of the work you've done while researching Jenny and we all have to say that we were quite impressed," he said that smile still on his face. "We would have liked to send you an offer as well and have both of you working for us however we could find no way to contact you. I would like to offer you that chance right now."
Cathy went bug-eyed and looked between Jenny and the doctor. "Same deal and everything?" she managed to ask softly after a bit.
Hoksten nodded. "The exact same deal that we sent to Jenny."
"She'll hear you out as well!" Jenny answered with a giggle for her sister.
"Jenny!" Cathy yelled, her face turning redder by the second.
"Oh relax, Sis. There's no harm in hearing them out, right?"
Cathy pouted, crossing her arms underneath her chest. "Fine," she mumbled, trying to regain composure from her embarrassment.
"Okay! If you two would please follow me, I'll show you exactly what it is we do here." Hoksten turned and headed for the door leading back into the clinic.
The Poussin sisters followed behind, their heels making clacks on the tile as they walked. "He's super fucking hot," Cathy whispered to Jenny.
Jenny giggled and nodded. "Yeah," she whispered back. "Wonder if he could handle the both of us?"
Hoksten held the door open for them with his left hand, showing a gold wedding band on his ring finger. "Signs point to 'no,'" Cathy whispered followed by another giggle.
The doctor led them to a closed door a little ways down the main hallway. "You two are lucky. We actually have a patient who's on his way out and agreed for you two to see him," he said before knocking on the door and opening it.
The sisters followed Hoksten into the small exam room and what they saw they found hard to believe. Sitting nude on the table was a man, sort of. He was tall, taller than Hoksten but his head looked like a horse's, complete with the ears and mane going down the back of his head. Brown fur covered his body from head to toe, except for the mane and tail being black. Muscular didn't begin to describe how toned his body was, he was sculpted.
Jenny's eyes flowed down the horse-man's abs to his crotch. His cock is even like a horse's, sheathe, huge balls and all! Wonder if he gets as big as one as well, she wondered as her eyes continued down his thighs. She noticed that below the knees the legs started to resemble the animal's, with that weird backwards knee-like joint and hooves instead of feet.
"Jenny..." Cathy started, but wasn't able to find words to finish.
"I know, Cathy," Jenny said, still in awe of what she was seeing. She brought her gaze slowly back up his body and found that part of his cock had slid out of the sheath. She watched as it got harder and harder and found that it was a true horse cock in both shape and size. Her eyes fixated on it, the doctor was explaining things about their procedures, but it was all just mumbled noise for her.
"Doctor," she said finally able to rip her gaze away from the horse-man's impressive tool and cutting Hoksten off. "The thing with his legs and feet, is it part of the procedure every time?"
"Well, no, we can-"
Jenny cut him off again. "No? Okay. Can this be done with any animal?"
"As long as it breathes air, yes. We haven't-"
"I'll do it," Jenny said with a smile.
Cathy's eyes went wide again. "Jenny, we both go a little dumb when we see a huge cock like that, but-"
"I think you should do it too, Cathy," Jenny said, making her sister's jaw drop. "You don't have to do the whole animal thing, but you could use this to finally get those bigger implants I keep saying you should."
Cathy looked between the horse and Jenny. "I don't know..."
Jenny turned and placed her hands on her sister's shoulders. "Cathy, this will be your big break! Do this and I guaran-fucking-tee that you will have clients fighting over you!"
Cathy looked down at the ground, silent for a few moments. "You're right," she said before looking back up, a confident smile on her face. "I'll do it too."
"Yes!" Jenny squealed and hugged her sister tightly.
"Well if I can take down the information of your agents and lawyers, I'll make sure they each get a copy of the contract to look over," Hoksten said with a laugh. "Sooner we make it official the sooner we can get this underway."
"Of course!" The Poussin sisters said at the same time, both still beaming with excitement.
The paper work went through surprisingly quick and a few days later Jenny and Cathy were back at the clinic. The contract stipulated that they were to pose for "before" pictures to compare to any work that they had done as well as star in a commercial that they would post to their website.
The shoot itself was easy, just Jenny and Cathy posing in matching pink microkinis and heels for some solo and couples shots.
"Like, that should totally do it," the photographer said with a giggle, setting down her camera next to the computer in the small studio. Jenny couldn't help but let her eyes roam over the photographer's body. The wavy, waist length blonde hair, deep blue eyes popping out brightly against the contrast of her raccooneye makeup, the full red lips, the slender body with obviously fake tits straining against her white blouse, the tight black skirt that hugged her wide hips and bubble butt oh so tightly, the long bare, toned legs ending with her feet in a pair of stiletto high heels. She could easily be on the other side of the camera, she thought to herself.
Something clicked inside of her brain at that point. All of the staff members are absolutely gorgeous! They all must have had work done with Hoksten's procedures. Gawd, it's no wonder I got so wet thinking about this place.
Cathy spoke up at that moment, bringing Jenny back from her thoughts. "What's up next for us?"
"Uh," the photographer said, looking up and placing her finger on her chin. She was like that for a few moments. The sisters couldn't help but giggle about how cute it was. "Oh! Duh!" she said, giving herself a gentle smack on the head. "I'm supposed to take you to meet your doctors!" The photographer giggled at herself. "As much as I so hate having to ask this, please cover up those yummy bodies of yours and follow me?"
The sisters slipped into the robes that the clinic gave them, black satin ending an inch below their asses with the clinic's logo on the back. They followed the photographer out of the small studio and into the main hallway. After a few turns, all of their high heels making loud clacks against the tile, they came to a pair of doors across from each other. The photographer turned around, smiling. "Cathy, you will be in the room to my right," she said, motioning to said room. "Jenny, you'll be in the left," she said, motioning to the door on the left.
Jenny turned and gave Cathy a hug. "I'm excited," she said with a giggle.
Cathy returned the hug, giggling as well. "Sure that's not because of all the hawt bods we've been seeing?" she asked, giving Jenny a firm swat on the rear.
Jenny moaned softly, loving the feel of that soft stinging on her ass. "It could be," she said. "But it could also be the thought of seeing you with bigger tits," she said before giving Cathy a soft kiss right on her lips.
Cathy giggled into the kiss before breaking it. "We actually gotta see the docs first, sis," she said with a giggle. Cathy stepped away and opened the door of the room she was supposed to go into. "See you later, slut!"
"You too, whore," Jenny said with a giggle, heading to her room. As she closed the door, she heard the photographer complain about not being able to see the hot sisters make out some more.
The room looked like a normal exam room, like the one the horse-man had been in the first time she had been there. The only things that were different were a metal tube large enough to stand in standing up with its side open and a plastic bin on the exam room's table marked "J. Poussin's Clothes."
Standing by the computer on the counter was a tall Native American man. His dark long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His white doctor's coat and the charcoal suit fit him perfectly, still showing off his fit build but being relaxed enough that he could still move well. As Jenny's eyes moved down his body, she saw the outline of his cock in his pants. It was huge, nearly going down to his knees soft. Gawd, so thick too, Jenny thought. I want that in me so badly right now!
"Ms. Poussin?" the doctor asked, snapping Jenny from her thoughts. "Did you hear me?"
Jenny giggled a bit. "No, sorry I didn't, Doctor...?" Jenny let the question trail off, having been so enraptured by the doctor that she didn't even hear his name.
He smiled. "River. Now if you will please remove your clothes and put them in the bin," he said, pointing to the container on the exam table. "Then you can step into the scanner and we can begin," he said, now motioning to the giant metal tube.
Jenny nodded, walking over to the exam table. She saw that her clothes that she had worn to the clinic were already inside. She slipped out of her robe and carefully set it on the table. With a few quick tugs at the ties of her microkini the top and the bottom were off of her body and in the bin. Next went the matching heels.
Turning around she saw the doctor staring at her. It made her smile and she decided to make a show of herself as she walked to the scanner. She used her model walk at a slower pace making sure that he could get a good long look at her bare ass. At the scanner, she placed her hands on either side of the opening and bent at the waist slightly, causing her tight rear to push back towards him. She gave it a little shake before stepping inside onto the platform.
The doors hissed shut behind her, leaving her in complete darkness. She looked behind her and couldn't see any hint of the door. Then she brought up her hands and couldn't see them just inches from her own face. It made her feel a little panicky, which just served to make her more aroused. "Stand still, Ms. Poussin, and we will begin the scan momentarily," she heard from somewhere in the tube.
Nodding, she put her hands back down at her sides and just tried to focus on her breathing. Jenny's mind had other ideas though. Like imagining that gas started pouring into the chamber, knocking her out so that someone could kidnap her and use her for whatever they wanted.
"We're ready to begin, Ms Poussin. You'll see a bright light come from the bottom of the scanner, but your eyes should adjust to it quickly enough. Try not to blink as it crosses your face."
She nodded and the light came on at the bottom of the tube. Her eyes hurt for a second but they adjusted quickly as River said they would. It started to get brighter and she felt warmth travel up her body. A ring of white light came into view traveling up the scanner, passing over her and stopping just above her head before slowly coming back down.
The process repeated several times before the scanner turned off and the doors behind her hissed open, flooding the tube with the harsh light from the room. She turned around, blinking a few times as she stepped out of the machine and onto the cool tile of the exam room floor.
Jenny walked over to the exam table and took her robe from it, slipping it on and tying the belt tightly around her waist before meeting Doctor River by the computer. There were two things on the screen. On the left was a list of procedures that they offer and on the right was an incredibly lifelike model of Jenny. The doctor explained that the model would react and change depending on the procedures chosen.
River stepped back as Jenny began looking through the list of procedures. The first thing she went for were their implants. Reading the description, they claimed that she could go braless for the rest of her life and they guaranteed they would never sag. She checked it and a prompt came up asking for cup size and a slider for how fake or realistic she wanted them to look. I like! But it's not worth it just to replace what I got, let's go bigger! She giggled and typed in "I" for the cup size, immediately causing the breasts of the computer model of her to swell. She moved the slider all the way to the "fake" side of the bar and saw her tits become like round firm balls on her chest, nipple dead center. Love it! She hit save on the prompt and continued.
She passed by the entries for animal transformation. She had been very impressed by it, but had ultimately decided that it wasn't for her. She did come upon something that, as soon as she read it, she HAD to check it. A self-lubricating asshole? Yes, please, she thought with a giggle.
She thought about widening her hips, but after previewing it on the model, it seemed like it took away from the fake look of her tits so decided against it.
She selected the option for lips and made them just a little bit fuller, making them look even more like inviting little cock pillows to her.
Scrolling down a bit more she saw options for piercings. Most of her contracts forbid her from getting piercings, but it was something she had always wanted to do. There's one that I can probably get away with getting, she thought to herself. She selected "Tongue Stud" from the list. The view of the model zoomed in so that just its face was shown with its mouth open and tongue sticking out. A prompt appeared saying that she could fit three on her tongue and asked how many she would like, warning that multiple piercings on the tongue could impede her ability to talk. She couldn't stop herself and selected three studs and they appeared in a nice little row on the model's tongue. Jenny smiled and clicked the save button on the prompt and continued.
Finally, she came across hypnosis procedures. She scrolled down the list past the permanent stuff to things that used only trigger words and phrases. The first one she selected would completely wipe her intelligence until someone said the reversal word. She typed "bimbo jenny" into the trigger phrase space. Next was one that would make her unable to move her body herself, but still be able to tell what was going on around her. She typed "fucktoy" as that one's trigger. The next thing that caught her attention was one that would make her both think and act like a dog in heat. Without hesitation, she selected it and typed in "puppyslut." The final one she noticed made her squirm in her chair. It would make her a completely obedient sex slave of whoever uttered the trigger phrase. She selected it and when the prompt came up for the trigger phrase, she smiled and typed in "fuckmeat."
Satisfied, she scrolled down to where the reversal phrase was on the list. The default was set to "surface." She left it as is and saved the changes made to her file.
She felt a twinge of excitement as it saved and turned to face River. "Okay, doc, what's next?" she asked with a giggle.
The elevator doors opened up and Jenny and Doctor River walked into a room containing rows of tubes similar to the scanner she was in not too long ago. The doctor stepped out and Jenny followed.
They walked a ways down between the two center rows. Jenny noticed that each tube had a label at the top with the name of whoever was inside. They stopped at an open one that a technician was working on. "Is it ready yet?" River asked.
"Just a few moments," the technician replied. "Her file's larger than her sister's," he remarked with a chuckle.
Jenny raised an eyebrow and looked at the tube next to hers. The label read "Cathy Poussin" and was clearly already in use. You'd think she'd want to do so much more with everything they have available, she thought somberly.
"It's ready," said the technician, stepping away from the console and moving on to another tube a few rows behind Jenny's.
"If you would please disrobe and step inside," River said, motioning to the tube.
Jenny nodded, slipping off her robe and handing it to the doctor before stepping inside. The tube sealed itself behind her, leaving her in absolute darkness once again. She looked around, wondering what was going to happen.
Something cold and metallic wrapped around her chest and pelvis and lifted her off the floor. Jenny started to hear what sounded like water pouring into the tube. The situation scared her, but the fear just added to the excitement that was building up in her.
Something that felt like an oxygen mask pressed around her nose and mouth. She breathed in deeply though it, the air scented with something sweet. Great, she thought, now I want some bubble gum.
Jenny was starting to feel drowsy when she felt two tiny pricks on her upper arms, followed by a numbing sensation flowing through her entire body. She was vaguely aware that the liquid pouring into the machine was now rising up her legs. She blinked slowly; giving in to the machine as something slowly lowered and covered her eyes and the top of her head.
She blinked her eyes again and the liquid was just covering her breasts. Once again and she was vaguely aware of her hair floating around her. Jenny closed her eyes again and she was gone.
When she managed to open her eyes again, she was somewhere she didn't recognize. None of the buildings around her looked familiar nor could she read any of the signs. She tried as hard as she could to remember what was going on, but it just made her head hurt.
"Bimbo jenny," she heard a female voice say. Turning her head, she saw a very sexy woman. Her eyes roamed over her body, from her blonde hair down to her obviously fake tits barely constrained by the cropped powder blue top she wore, down her toned belly to the swell of her hips and the powder blue skirt that was so small it barely covered anything. Her eyes flowed down the lady's legs to the clear platform heels she wore on her feet. As her eyes came back up, she caught a glimpse of the bubble gum pink painted nails on her hands and feet. "Bimbo jenny?" the lady asked again.
She blinked again, looking around seeing that they were the only people around on the dark, street lamp lit street. "Are you talking to me, sexy lady?"
"Of course, bimbo jenny," the lady said with a smile. "You were thinking too hard and forgot everything again, weren't you?"
Bimbo jenny giggled. "Yeah totally did! Sorry sexy lady," she replied. "Um, who are you again? And where are we going?"
The sexy lady smirked shaking her head. "I'm just the one doing the thinking for you right now, bimbo jenny," she said with a giggle. "And there's only one type of place we're going dressed like this."
Bimbo jenny looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing the same outfit as the sexy lady, the only difference was that the colors of her nails and outfit were switched. "Um, I don't want to forget again by thinking too hard, smart-sexy lady."
The lady walked a bit closer, her heels clacking on the cement of the sidewalk. "Good girl, bimbo jenny," she said running her hands along bimbo jenny's arms. "We're going someplace fun where we can listen to music, dance, and find some nice wet pussy or big hard cocks to play with. If we're lucky, we'll find both."
"That does sound like fun," bimbo jenny moaned out, her thoughts filled with all the possibilities.
The lady leaned in close like she was about to kiss bimbo jenny. "Good girl, bimbo jenny," she whispered, lips brushing against hers. "Now you may surface."
As soon as the lady said that, bimbo jenny's eyes closed and the world around her melted away.
After a while, her eyes opened again. She was in some sort of box. She tried to move her body, but no muscle would budge. It didn't matter how hard she tried. She heard a door open and close outside the box, and the clack of high heels on hardwood. The clacks got louder and then whoever it was lifted the lid of the box and slid it off to the side. Outside was a very familiar looking woman. "Hello my fucktoy dolly," she said with a giggle.
Of course, she thought. I'm a doll and this is my girl, duh! No wonder I can't move.
Her girl kneeled down and leaned against the side of the box. "It was an exhausting night stripping tonight, fucktoy," she said with a smile and ran a hand down the fucktoy's belly. "But well worth it," she said while showing off a huge cash roll to the doll, giving fucktoy a good look at the bubble gum pink nail polish she had on.
I'm glad girl, fucktoy thought. She'd have smiled at her girl if she could. Good thing her girl had made her smile before putting her away last time!
"I'm tired fucktoy, so no playing tonight," the girl said. "But in the morning you can help me pick out tomorrow's outfits!"
Fucktoy thought this meant her girl wouldn't be taking her out of the box tonight, so she was surprised when her girl slipped both her arms under her body. Her girl stood up, fucktoy in arms and walked over to the bed. She got fucktoy under the covers of one side of her bed before slipping out of the skimpy powder blue outfit the girl was wearing and curling up in bed as well, spooning up behind fucktoy. "And you can keep me company in bed tonight since I didn't have anyone to bring home."
Always here for whatever you need of me, girl, she thought happily, enjoying the feeling of her girl's arms wrapped around her.
"Goodnight fucktoy. I'll see you on the surface."
The world around fucktoy melted away as she closed her eyes.
"Puppyslut!"
Puppyslut opened her eyes and lifted her head from the grass looking around.
"Puppyslut! Come here girl!"
Puppyslut got up onto her hands and knees and began to crawl as quickly as she could to Mistress' voice. She got very happy when she saw her standing by the patio door holding her water and food bowls, butt wiggling as she crawled like she had a wagging tail.
When she got to Mistress, she got up on her knees and pawed at Mistress' belly, whimpering. "Now, now," Mistress said, "be a good girl, puppyslut. Sit."
Puppyslut put her butt against the grass between her lower legs, while leaning forward and placing the palms of her hands against the grass.
"Beg, puppyslut," Mistress commanded. Puppyslut brought herself to an upright kneeling position, ass still against the grass, arms tucked into her sides, elbows bent, and palms of her hands resting on her breasts.
"Now say you're sorry, puppyslut."
Puppyslut got onto hands and knees and took herself as low to the ground as she could while still crawling towards Mistress' feet. She whimpered and licked the exposed skin between the straps of her Mistress' clear heels, avoiding the toes so that she wouldn't mess up Mistress newly touched up bubble gum pink polish on the nails.
"Good girl, puppyslut," Mistress said as she leaned down, setting the bowls in the grass. Puppyslut buried her face into her food bowl, eating gratefully. Mistress ran her fingers though puppyslut's hair and sighed. "Your beautiful blonde hair got all tangled up again, puppyslut. I'll have to give you a good brushing after dinner." Mistress paused for a moment. "After all, you want to look your best for when the neighbor brings over his German shepherd, don't you?"
Puppyslut stopped eating and got up on its knees, licking Mistress' cheek happily. "I see you like that idea, puppyslut," Mistress said with a giggle. "Now be a good girl, puppyslut, and finish your food and surface."
The world around puppyslut melted and her eyes closed.
"Wake the hell up, fuckmeat!"
Fuckmeat moaned as her eyes fluttered open, her wrists and ankles chained to a St. Andrew's cross with a machine thrusting dildos into her ass and pussy. In front of her stood her Mistress wearing a powder blue catsuit and matching platform-heeled boots, Hitachi wand in her right hand. "Sorry Mistress," fuckmeat attempted to say, but came out something she couldn't understand because of the ringgag in her mouth.
"I don't think fuckmeat deserves another round with the wand," Mistress said. "What do you all think?" she asked, turning to the audience, fuckmeat only now noticing that they were on stage for all to see.
There were many cries of "No" from the audience, and even a few yelling out to punish fuckmeat for passing out.
"I agree!" Mistress called out to the crowd before walking over to a table that was set up behind the cross. Fuckmeat tried to see behind her, but couldn't. She breathed heavily, body writhing from the double penetration the machine was doing as Mistress came back around, flogger in each hand.
Mistress showed off for the crowd, letting the long leather straps slide along the stage and doing a few quick swipes in the air with each.
She then turned and faced fuckmeat, floggers at the ready. "Ten on each of fuckmeat's tits for passing out!"
The crowd cheered as Mistress brought the floggers down one after another on each of fuckmeat's breasts. The leather straps bit into her flesh, not hard enough to break the skin, but they left welts on fuckmeat's chest each time. Normally the pain would have been too much for fuckmeat, but the pleasure she was in from the machine pounding her ass and pussy dulled it to the point where it just added to it and made her moan with each strike.
After the twenty lashes, or at least fuckmeat thought it was because she had lost count, Mistress walked back to the table behind the cross. Fuckmeat just panted, keeping her gaze straight ahead while she was on display for the audience. The machine suddenly started to go faster and deeper into her, making her cry out through the gag.
"And now, for being such a good girl through all of that," Mistress said, addressing the crowd, "fuckmeat now gets to surface!"
Fuckmeat's eyes fluttered shut once again and the world and all of its sensations melted away, leaving her in a numb and dark void once again.
Jenny slowly opened her eyes to the blinding light above her. After blinking a few times she found herself nude and laying on an exam table in one of the rooms on the clinic's main floor.
Slowly she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the table, and started feeling a little light headed. Rubbing her face, she started to notice the extra weight added to her chest. "Wehw, I ih geh biggew imbwandsh," Jenny said, eyes opening in shock from hearing how she was talking now. Moving around her tongue around in her mouth, she became fully aware of the three metal tongue studs in a row, as well as just how much they restricted its movement.
The door opened and Jenny turned her head to see Cathy walk in wearing a pair of clear platform heels and her clinic robe. She could tell by the way the robe was straining against Cathy's chest that she had indeed gone for bigger implants, this time looking like she had matched Jenny on size. "Oh good, you're up," she said with a smile, closing the door behind her.
Something clicked inside of Jenny's mind as her sister walked over to her. The visions she had while she was in the clinic's machine all had one thing in common. The smart lady, the girl, the dog owner, and the mistress, they were all unmistakably Cathy. "Why wewe ooo ih fah machine'sh vieo fingiesh?"
"And that's why I only went with one tongue stud, Sis," Cathy said with a giggle, sticking out her tongue to show the single stud on the oral appendage. "I can't understand a single thing you're saying. You might as well be wearing a gag all the time now."
Jenny fidgeted on the table. The fact that she couldn't talk properly was just turning her on and felt another little shock as she not only felt wet in her folds, but felt her now self-lubricating anus kick in as well.
Cathy smiled and helped Jenny off the table and guided her to a mirror that the office had on the wall. Jenny's eyes opened in shock as she got a good look at herself. Sure, her lips were plumper and her new breast size was obviously fake like she had wanted. There was, however, more there than she had selected.
She had jeweled barbell piercings in each nipple, sparkling brilliantly in the bright lights of the exam room. Jenny swallowed and slid a hand between her legs and felt a clit piercing, and after correctly angling herself, saw that it was a stud matching the barbell piercings.
Beyond the piercings, she had tattoos covering her body, written in a fancy gothic font. Written on her chest was "CUM HERE" following the line of her collarbone. Bellow her new breasts; following the line of her abdomen was "TITFUCK ME" as well as a spade above it used as an arrow to point up. Following the line of her abdomen under her naval was "NO LIMIT WHORE" with a heart under it used as an arrow to point to her slit.
She spread her legs and took a good look at her inner thighs, finding more writing tattooed there as well. On the right was "NO CONDOMS" and on the left "CUM IN ME," both with spades pointing up her legs.
"You should see what's on your back," Cathy said, smirking at Jenny in the mirror.
Jenny slowly turned around and looked over her shoulder, and wasn't surprised by the tattoos she saw. "FUCKMEAT" was following the line of her left shoulder to her neck. In the small of her back was "USE ME." Just above the crack of her ass were "3 HOLE SLUT" with a heart under it. The final one she saw was on her right ass cheek, "SPANK ME."
"I took a look at your file after I finished," Cathy said as she stepped up next to Jenny and looked at herself in the mirror, doing simple poses. "I saw that there was quite a bit you had left out that I know you wanted."
Jenny found herself fuming at her sister. Did she love the tattoos? Oh hell yes she did. But she left them off purposefully because of other contract obligations.
She was about to try to yell at her sister, but she stopped dead in her tracks as Cathy slipped out of her robe. Cathy had the exact same piercings and tattoos as her with one exception. Instead of "FUCKMEAT" on her left shoulder, she had "CUMRAG." Jenny placed a hand on Cathy's shoulder and turned her to face her. "How?"
Cathy smiled. "'How' what? How did I see your file? Or how did I know about the tattoos and piercings?"
"Bof," Jenny responded, glaring at her sister.
Cathy looked down at her sister, making the height difference from the heels very apparent, folding her arms under her breasts. "I already had a contract here when we came in together. In fact, it was me who suggested to Doctor Hoksten that both you and I act as spokespeople for the clinic."
Explains why she was in those things I guess, Jenny thought.
"As for the tattoos and piercings," Cathy continued, "last time you visited you made the mistake of not logging out of your e-mail account." Jenny went wide-eyed as Cathy turned back to face the mirror, looking herself over again. "I couldn't help myself but to read some of them. So I took them as inspiration and put my own little twist on them."
Jenny turned and faced the mirror as well. "Buh, mah gohwacks?"
"Contracts?" Cathy asked, looking at Jenny in the mirror and seeing her nod. "There's no need to worry about them anymore, Jenny. I've been working on getting us both new contracts where these piercings and tats won't matter." She grinned licking her lips. "In fact, it'll be a huge plus being all inked up like this. Just don't expect much more softcore stuff in your future."
Jenny thought about that for a moment and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit to herself once again that she loved everything that was done to her and how it flowed with her body. And Cathy had been working on new contracts for them both where they can be as inked up and pierced as they wanted? There just wouldn't be as much softcore stuff that she starred in anymore. Which means full on hardcore projects, she thought to herself. She imagined all of the artwork that had been made with her in it actually happening for real and couldn't help but reach down and play with her new pierced clit.
"I take it you like that idea?" Cathy asked with a giggle. Jenny nodded and she continued. "Well good because I plan on working with you as much as I can, Sis."
Jenny nodded while moaning softly, before jumping from Cathy giving her a firm swat on the ass. She giggled at her sister and gave Cathy one in return.
Cathy giggled as well, bending down and picking up her robe. "I'm gonna go get dressed," she said slipping on the robe. "Well, as much as I can anyway," she added with a giggle. "I don't think my top or even the bikini top I had on will fit over my new tits."
As Cathy was heading towards the door, it opened and in walked the horse that they had seen during Jenny's first visit, only this time instead of being nude he was wearing a pair of scrubs and carrying a tablet. "She's all yours, Bruce," Cathy said, patting the large equine on the arm.
"Thank you Cathy," Bruce responded. "We put a set of scrubs in your clothes bin for you in case nothing you brought fits anymore."
She nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Jenny watched as Bruce walked over to the exam table, reading something on the tablet. The scrubs did nothing to hide how muscular his body was. Looking at him, she still found it hard to believe that he had once been human, and found herself curious as to how long it had taken for the transition.
"If you could please come and sit over here, Jenny," he said, patting the table. Jenny nodded and made her way back to the table and hopped onto it, looking up at him. "Just have to examine your new enhancements and triggers to make sure everything went as it should."
Jenny nodded and licked her lips as he set the tablet down next to her. He moved to stand in front of her, putting on a pair of medical gloves. She closed her eyes as Bruce placed hands on either side of her face. He tilted her head down and moved his hands through her hair, looking at her temples and a few other spots. He then tilted her head back and his thumbs ran over her lips, pressing against them, pinching in a few spots. "Lips look good, and the drill holes from the hypnotic hood are healed fully. Open up and stick out your tongue," he said lifting his hands from her face.
She did so, not opening her eyes and feeling the first stud bump against her teeth making her open up wider. She tasted the latex of Bruce's gloves as he gently moved the studs around. "Try and say something," he said letting go.
She took her tongue back into her mouth and said, "Ooo awh maggin' me sho fuggin' howee," as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.
"Healing up nicely," he said making a few notes on the tablet. "Do you want any of them removed so that you can speak better?" he asked looking over at her. Jenny shook her head, smiling at him. He nodded before making another note.
He turned back and started to feel around her breasts, pressing against them. She closed her eyes again as he pushed them in various directions, each time bouncing back to be dead center on her chest. "Implants are working perfectly," he said, hands sliding to the barbell piercings in her nipples. Jenny bit her lip as he rolled them around. "And these healed nicely as well."
She opened her eyes partially again and watched as he made more notes on the tablet. He picked it up and headed to the end of the table, pulling out stirrups from the end of it. "Scoot down to the end of the table, heels in the stirrups," Bruce said.
Jenny nodded and slid down the table, turning and putting her feet in the cold metal of the stirrups. She lay back on the table, getting her ass as close to the edge as she could. Bruce got between her legs and kneeled down, hidden from view by Jenny's breasts. She felt the latex gloves press against her folds, spreading them slightly. A moan escaped her mouth as his gloved fingers worked over her clit, examining the piercing.
Bruce's finger slid from her dripping slit and he began to probe her tight asshole. First one finger slid inside, with virtually no resistance, and then another. Jenny breathed heavily, eyes fluttering shut and gripping the sides of the table as she tried to stay still.
"Everything looks good," he said, standing up and smiling. He took off his gloves and tossed them in a labeled trash bin before making a few notes on the tablet. "And now we get to the really fun part of my job, bimbo jenny."
She felt everything around her slip away. Looking around, she didn't really know where she was anymore. She felt like she should have, and thinking about it did nothing but make her head hurt. It was as if her head was stuck in a fog, she didn't even know what her name was anymore, but for some reason it was like that didn't matter.
She noted the position she was in and just how wet both her holes felt and the very handsome horse that was standing between her legs. "Hewwo, howshey," she said with a giggle. She slid her hands down her belly and to her dripping cunt, spreading her lips for him. "Awe ooo hewe fo fugg me?"
The horse patted her thigh and chuckled. "In due time, there are things that need to be taken care of first."
She pouted before asking, "Wige whaf?"
"Do you know what your name is?" he said, lifting up a black and plastic rectangle.
She thought for a moment before giggling and shaking her head. "Uh-uh."
He tapped the plastic thing a few times. "Do you remember my name?" Again she giggled and shook her head and watched him tap on the plastic thing some more.
"What is the name of the place we are in?" she shrugged her shoulders and slipped a couple fingers inside of her pussy, fingering herself as she watched him, hoping to make him drop whatever he was playing with and use her.
"Can you read this?" he asked her again, flipping the plastic thing over. She looked at it, seeing only a jumble of things and shook her head. He nodded, turning the plastic thing around again and tapping it a few more times. "Surface," he said without looking up.
Jenny blinked her eyes as awareness of everything flooded back into her brain. She remembered everything that had just happened and smiled to herself. "Wow, fah wowgsh vewy weww," she said with a giggle. She slid her fingers out of herself and brought them up to her mouth, licking her juices from them while looking up at Bruce, eagerly waiting for the next trigger.
"Fucktoy," he said and Jenny felt her whole body lock in place. She tried to move, but nothing happened, causing a new wave of excitement flow through her body. What you going to do, stud? she thought with anticipation.
He walked out from between her legs to stand beside her. He gripped the wrist of the hand that she had been in the middle of cleaning and pulled it straight up. Her body responded, letting him easily move it and once he let go, her arm stayed straight above her, not wavering in the slightest. Nodding he went back to the foot of the table and guided her feet out of the stirrups before putting the metal appendages away, leaving her legs in position as if they were still there. He stepped back for a bit and watched her for a few moments before making a few more notes on the tablet. "That one's working perfectly," he said with a chuckle. "Wish I could leave you as a statue for a while, but surface."
Jenny let her arm and legs fall and turned her head to look at Bruce. "Mahbe ooo ah I gouwh oo fah shomeime, Bwushe" she said with a giggle.
"Fuckmeat."
She smiled up at the horse. "Hewwo, Masher," she said with a giggle. "How may shwave shewve ooo?"
"Get on your hands and knees, ass facing me."
She immediately flipped over on the table, getting up onto her hands and knees. She crawled to the center of the table and turned so that she was facing the wall and her ass was out towards him. "Whige fish, Masher?"
"Very good," he said with a chuckle. The tablet got set on the table beside her before she felt his hands on her ass. "Been wanting to do this since I first saw you." She heard the rustling of his scrubs before feeling his thick horse cock press against her asshole.
Jenny moaned as she felt the large cock slip inside of her, stretching her ass wide. "Ooh, Masher, ooo awe sho big," she groaned.
"Only got time for a quick one," he muttered, gripping her hips tightly in his hands. He slid himself deeper and deeper inside of her, making her writhe in pleasure.
"Esh, Masher," Jenny groaned out. "Ushe oor shwave!" She pushed back against his impalement, soon feeling his heavy balls pressed against her wet slit.
He held that pose for a little bit before pulling back and slamming himself back in full force, ripping out a moan from Jenny's mouth. He started hammering himself in and out of her at full speed, making her cry out in time with his heavy balls smacking against her pussy. Each impact made her whole body rock forward, fake tits swaying underneath her.
When she thought she was about to cum, she felt his cock pulled from her completely. Without letting go of her hips, Bruce pulled her down off the table and flipped her around to face him. He then pushed her back against the table and slid his dick between her breasts. On instinct, she gripped her tits and pressed them against his equine cock as Bruce started thrusting. "Good girl, fuckmeat," he uttered, moaning softly.
His cock was long enough that the shaft brushed against her face and extended well above her head. Jenny closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her lips run along the bottom of the shaft for a bit before sliding her tongue out, letting the stud covered appendage run along the underside of the massive thing.
It wasn't long before Bruce pulled back from Jenny, pointing the head of his cock at her while stroking it. She watched as the head flared before a torrent of cum erupted from the tip, splashing on her chest, face, and some getting into her open mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut, reveling in the feeling as more and more of his thick, salty cum coated her. "Fang ooo, Masher,' she said with a giggle after he finished and cleaned himself off by rubbing his cock against her left arm.
"You're welcome fuckmeat. Surface."
Jenny still felt like she was in heaven as she came back to her senses, still leaning back against the table and panting with pleasure. She resisted the urge to start fingering herself when she was so close to orgasm, wanting to save it for the testing of her final trigger. She licked cum from her lips and wiped away cum that got in her eyes before opening them to watch Bruce pull up his pants. Smiling and licking her fingers clean, she asked, "Ooo esh aww fah wiggew whige fish?"
He didn't answer and just picked up the tablet from the table and made a few notes. "Puppyslut," he said, looking up from the tablet at Jenny.
Immediately, she fell down to her hands and knees and looked up at Bruce, mouth open and tongue hanging out in front of her as she panted. Her butt wiggled as if she were wagging a tail that was supposed to be there.
She crawled over to Bruce and stood up on her knees, pawing at his crotch and whimpering. "Awww, I'm sorry girl. I only really had time for one go," he said, leaning down to pet Jenny.
The door to the room opened up and in walked a doctor with an Alaskan malamute on a leash. "I see you had a bit of fun with one of our new spokespeople," he said with a chuckle.
"First off," Bruce replied, still petting Jenny while she only had eyes for the dog, "I've had a bit of fun with both of them. Secondly, she didn't bring a partner to properly test the sex slave trigger so I had to do it." He leaned down and whispered, "Go ahead and offer yourself to the handsome dog, puppyslut."
She licked his cheek happily before crawling over to the malamute. Jenny touched noses with the large dog before turning around, exposing her heated cunt to him.
The malamute walked up and put his forelegs on her back, scooting closer until his paws were over her shoulders and she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her folds. He humped against her, cock hitting her outer lips before finding the right spot and slipping inside.
Immediately the canine started to thrust into her frantically, bringing her body to a rocking orgasm around the malamute's cock. She could feel it going deeper and deeper inside of her, his balls slapping against her clit and each thrust sending another mini-orgasm through her body. Her mouth hung open with the studded tongue hanging out, drool dripping down her still cum covered face, forming a puddle of drool and cum on the floor beneath her.
She started to feel something bulbous slam against her folds, and her canine thought processes told her that it was the malamute's knot and that she needed it inside of her. She started to push back against the large dog's humping, the knot stretching her cunt lips wider and wider before it finally slipped inside. The malamute slipped off Jenny, moving so that they were standing ass to ass with his cock lodged deeply in her pussy. She then felt him release inside of her, filling her up with his seed.
"Surface."
Jenny collapsed onto the ground, her ass still held up in the air from the knot stuck inside of her. Her eyes fluttering as she still felt orgasm after orgasm ripple through her from the pulsing canine cock shooting cum inside of her, panting heavily against the floor.
"Get comfy Jenny, we're going to be here for a while. Takes about an hour for Micha to wilt after cumming," Bruce said while making notes on the tablet.
Jenny couldn't even answer, she just closed her eyes and passed out.
After Jenny came to and managed to clean herself off, the Poussin sisters spent a few hours working on the commercial for the clinic. Bruce got a part in it as well to help advertise their animal transformation services.
Once they retired for the day, instead of having Cathy drive all the way back to her place, Jenny invited Cathy to spend the night with her since she lived closer. They had both had to wear the robes home, as they hadn't brought along tops that could fit over their new breasts.
After a light supper, they both stripped down and curled up in Jenny's bed, cuddling and watching a little TV before going to sleep. "Tomorrow's going to be busy, finishing up that commercial."
"Mhmm," Jenny said, sliding up from resting her head on Cathy's chest. "Wowf ih, fough," she said with a smile.
Cathy nodded and pulled Jenny closer, giving her a slow kiss on her new lips. "Yeah," she said with a giggle, "completely worth it, fuckmeat."
Jenny moaned softly as her sex slave persona came to the surface. "Ow may shwave shewve Mishwesh?" she asked through half-lidded eyes, knowing that she may not be getting much sleep tonight.