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"Now, come on into the kitchen and let's see what we can do with that
hair." She did the hair of a few of her friends at home and had
outfitted a corner of our spacious kitchen as a little mini-salon
complete with a salon chair and all the tools of her trade. As I
followed her to the kitchen I was actually kind of looking forward to
whatever was coming next. My erection hadn't subsided a bit and I found
myself trying to sway my hips just a little extra to increase the
friction with the front of the dressing gown. I accidentally scratched
across my chest with my new long nails and I was surprised to find that
my nipples were hard and I couldn't resist reaching up and teasing them
both with my pearly nails.
I didn't say a word as she fastened a cape around me and proceeded to
apply some sort of lotion to my hair. I had a suspicion that she was
applying some sort of coloring but I didn't ask and, sure enough, when
she washed it out after about fifteen minutes my mousy brown hair was now
a deep auburn. Of course she wasn't close to finished. She obviously
had some sort of style in mind as she snipped away, assuring me that she
wasn't taking away the length but just giving it some shape. When she
had it cut to her satisfaction she sprayed it all over with some smelly
lotion and began twisting it up in rollers of various sizes.
Professional that she is it didn't take long and she was securing a
hairnet around my head to keep them tidy.
"Rather than sitting you under the dryer," she said, "I think we have
plenty of time for it to air dry while we take care of the rest of your
transformation." She then took out a small comb and a pair of scissors
and began to trim my eyebrows. They weren't particularly bushy but when
she was done they couldn't have been any longer than about ? inch. I
wasn't surprised at all as she took out a pot of cold wax and carefully
applied it to my brow area. I thought I was prepared but I couldn't help
but let out a couple of little yelps of pain as she pulled off the two
cloth strips that had followed the wax. It felt like she had ripped them
off completely but, when I saw myself in the mirror I realized that she
had just given me a dramatic arch.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror as we moved back to the
bedroom and I looked like just any other housewife in her gown and
curlers. I had to admit to myself that I didn't look half bad and I was
fascinated by where she was taking all this. I had a feeling there was a
lot more to come and, boy, was I right.
When we got back to the bedroom she opened my robe and had me lay back on
the bed. She took a box out of the closet, opened it up, and pulled out
two very realistic looking breast forms. "My mother used these after her
double mastectomy and before her reconstructive surgery and," she said
smiling, "you know Mom; these are the best that money can buy. Once we
get them attached with the surgical adhesive it will be almost impossible
to tell that they aren't really yours!"
"Before we put them on, though, there's something I want to try," she
said as she headed back to the closet. When she returned she was holding
a strange looking machine. As she plugged it in beside the bed I noted
that it was some kind of motor with two long, flexible hoses attached.
At the end of the hoses were glass cylinders about two inches long and as
big around as my thumb. Wrapped around the end of the cylinders were
what looked like two fat o-rings.
"Now you know," she said as she approached me with the cylinders, "we
also do piercing at the spa. This little baby is designed to get the
nipples plumped up and these rings slip on and keep them that way so we
can do our work." I know she saw the fear in my eyes so she quickly
continued. "Don't worry silly, I'm not going to pierce your nipples! I
just thought it might be fun to see what they looked like all puffed
out."
I was so relieved that she wasn't going to pierce me that I held still as
she rubbed a cream on my nipples and put the cylinders in place. I held
them there as she instructed while she turned on the machine. I looked
down and I could see that my nipples had been sucked up into the
cylinders farther than I thought possible. "Okay," she said, "You can
let go and lay back now." As I did she hit another switch and the
machine began pulling them even further in. After a few seconds the
pressure was slightly released but not enough to break the suction. A
few seconds later the powerful suction kicked in again and my nipples
were once again drawn deeply into the cylinders. The sensation was not
at all unpleasant and, in fact, after a few pumps I began to enjoy it!
"Now you just lay back and relax while this does its magic for awhile,"
she said as she headed out of the room. As I lay there I couldn't help
but focus on the incredible sensations that I was experiencing. It
seemed that each pump was drawing my nipples out further and further and,
instead of causing any pain, I was getting more and more aroused! It was
all I could do to keep my hands away from my erection and, by the time
she finally came back I was literally squirming. She turned off the
pumping but she must have done something to increase the suction as it
felt like my nipples were almost being pulled off my chest. She quickly
slipped the o-rings down around the base of my incredibly distended
nipples, turned off the machine, and pulled the cylinders away. I looked
down and couldn't believe what I was seeing.
My nipples looked huge! The areola bulged out around the rings, holding
them firmly in place and my nipples themselves were red and swollen to
the size of pencil erasers. I reached down to touch them but she pushed
my hands away saying, "No, those are for me!" She quickly pulled off her
clothes and climbed onto the bed and, as she began to flick my nipples
with her fingernails, I thought I would explode right there! As she
rolled one of them between her fingers she began to lick and suck on the
other, trading places every couple of minutes. Finally, she mounted me
and gripping both of my nipples firmly between her fingers she began to
ride me.
From time to time she would run a finger over my eyebrows or reach up to
touch my curlers but, for the most part, she focused her attention on my
throbbing nipples. A couple of times I tried to reach for her but she
slapped my hands and moved them back towards the head of the bed. I
don't know how I held out as long as I did but when I finally came it was
like nothing I had ever experienced. Her orgasm came at the same time
and as she reared back she pulled my nipples as far away from my body as
she possibly could and rolled them firmly between her fingers. As I
squirmed and thrashed I could feel the curlers digging into my scalp but
that only seemed to heighten my pleasure.
When she finally rolled off my nipples were throbbing and I lay there
totally spent. The next thing I know she was rubbing alcohol onto my
chest and positioning the breast forms. I expected her to remove the
rings but she didn't and as she applied the adhesive I realized that my
distended nipples would be rubbing the underside of the forms
continuously and I knew that I would enjoy it! Once she had the forms in
place, she had me hold them in place while the adhesive dried. I
couldn't believe how life-like they felt in my hands and any sort of
squeezing or motion caused them to rub against my bulging nipples.
Before she finally had me stand up she applied a little bit of makeup to
the seams and when I walked over and looked at myself in the mirror they
looked like a natural part of my body! My penis was still limp from our
lovemaking but I as I looked at my new breasts in the mirror I began to
stir again. "None of that, now," said my wife, giving it a quick slap.
"I'll not have you spoiling the line of the clothes with that bulging
thing. Spread your legs!" I did as she instructed and she quickly
grasped my penis and smeared a liberal amount of the surgical adhesive on
the underside. She then proceeded to pull it back between my legs while
at the same time pressing on my testicles. There was a moment of
discomfort but they quickly popped up inside my body and she finished by
pressing my member flat between my legs and holding it there for a couple
of minutes.
When she released the pressure, it stayed there all by itself! I looked
at myself in the mirror and realized that she had arranged my scrotal sac
tissue in such a way that it looked exactly like the lips of a vagina and
I couldn't see a trace of my penis. "All right missy," she said with a
smile. "You'll have plenty of time to admire yourself later but for now,
we need to get some clothes on you! Before we get you dressed, though,
we need to clean out your insides so we won't have to worry about you
needing to go to the bathroom at an inconvenient time."
I wasn't sure what she was talking about but I followed her into the
bathroom and soon found out! I'll spare you the details but, suffice it
to say, that after two full enema bags and a Summer's Eve douche, I was
completely empty and clean. I had never had an enema before and, as she
had me lay on the floor for about ten minutes holding in the second
bagful, I was amazed at the way my lower belly was pushed out and, until
the cramps started, I was actually enjoying the feeling! When she
finally returned to the bathroom and allowed me to sit on the toilet, I
almost orgasmed from the release.
Once she had me all dried off she applied a musky-scented body powder all
over which actually gave my skin a pearly glow. While she had me bent
over to allow her to thoroughly powder between my legs, I felt something
cold on my butt hole and then two of her fingers were pressing up inside
me, spreading some sort of lubricant around. She pulled them out but
they were quickly replaced by something a little larger and much firmer
which she slowly pushed in until I started to feel a little bit of pain
as my little sphincter muscle tried desperately to stretch. Just when it
was starting to get really uncomfortable I felt a kind of a pop as it
slid all the way in and my sphincter was able to relax a little.
When she stood me up I felt incredibly full down there but it really
wasn't all that uncomfortable any more. "There now," she said giving me
a pat on the butt. "That will constantly remind you to walk and sit like
a lady!" I had to admit that she was right as she led me back into the
bedroom. I could feel myself swinging my hips a little more in response
to the constant pressure and I found that as my muscles tightened when I
walked the plug seemed to probe even deeper. "Oh, I almost forgot," said
my wife with a broad smile. She showed me a little remote control device
and, as she turned a little wheel, I felt the plug begin to vibrate!
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