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