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Caught By Pandorablackheart © 2011 This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental. The story has strong sexual themes in places. If you do not like this kind of story, or have any reservations then don't read it. In order to fully appreciate the story it is advisable to read the preceding chapters first. Chapter 12 They had been home for half an hour now and Both Tracy and Debbie had changed their clothes, and were relaxing on the settee, bared legs bent, with fluffy white four inch high heeled mules on their feet. They had changed into identical white, extremely ruched, lacy baby dolls with short puffy sleeves and matching fluffy panties. Their hair was still styled in highly backcombed shocking pink bunches tied with huge ribbons, and they still wore their extreme makeup and long fingernails. In the meantime, Marilyn was in the kitchen, balancing on her 10 inch spiked steel ballet heels, and 3 inch high spiked toes, preparing supper. Without asking the twins, she had cooked a giant cheese and mushroom omelette with a side salad, and split it into three equal portions. Placing the results of her labours on a tray, with cutlery and condiments she tottered through to the sitting room, and joined the twins. "Oh thanks honey, how thoughtful," said Debbie, "I'm so hungry, we've been a bit naughty about food these last twenty four hours, haven't we. Come and sit here between us." And the twins sat up and made room for Marilyn. Marilyn placed the tray down on a small coffee table, and positioned herself between the twins, still totally encased in her fetish latex outfit. She served the two girls their supper and then started her own, struggling to hold the fork with her three inch long glossy black fingernails. "Come on now Marilyn, tell us," Said Debbie, "what were you doing with that barmaid in the washroom for all that time? She only spilt a glass of beer over you, and you are wearing latex, so it would just have wiped off. Oh yes and what was that story about having a period? We know how naughty you are honey, so come on, what were you up to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Debbie." "We would! We would!" replied Debbie and Tracy in unison. "Well, after I got back to the bar, with Terry, from the alleyway, you remember, you were there too; I sat down at the table. You two were talking about moving, and Terry was enjoying me stroking his leg with my long nails. Well, I looked down at my leg through the clear glass table and I was, well, leaking cum, my cum, it was oozing out of my latex vagina and spilling out onto my latex tights. Sylvia the barmaid, had come over to deliver a round of drinks, saw my dilemma, and staged the drinks spill: that's how I came to be swiftly guided out to the washroom." "So, what happened?" said Tracy. "Well," continued Marilyn, "Sylvia, the barmaid was really kind to me, and helped me dry myself, then showed me how to use tampons so that my latex vagina wouldn't leak any more. That was it." "We don't believe you Marilyn, we know what you're like, there must have been more," said Debbie. "Well there was a little bit more," confessed Marilyn coyly, "we did go into the cubicle of the washroom, um, and I deep throated her, she's a really pretty t-girl, and then she fucked me in my vagina. It was just that she had been so kind to me, and she had such an enormous cock, I couldn't resist." The two girls giggled, and Tracy said, "So, let's just get this straight sweetheart. Terry, your new boyfriend, has just fucked you in a grubby little back lane, and ten minutes later you've got the barmaids cock in your mouth, and you let her fuck you too." "Well, I hadn't tried to do a full analysis Tracy, but seeing as you put it like that, um, I put my hands up, I'm guilty of all of that, mea culpa." Marilyn then said, "I think I ought to get cleaned up, and into some kind of nightwear, it's getting late, is that alright with you two?" "Yes of course Marilyn," replied Debbie, "Just a moment, bend your head a little," and she removed the padlock from her dress, and pulled the zipper down to her waist. "Now your boots honey," unlocking those padlocks too. Marilyn struggled to her feet, and teetered up the stairs to the bathroom, still wearing her spike heeled boots. She removed her boots, her wig, her jewellery, her shiny black latex panties and dress and rolled her latex gloves down her arms, and over her long slender nails. After extracting her tampon and disposing of it, she lay on her back on the bathroom floor, in order to take off the rubber vagina tights. It was a struggle, because she had been perspiring heavily inside the leggings, and around her waist, and they were sticking to her skin. Taking care not to snag her 3 inch long black nails, she managed to slide the still lubricated butt plug from her ass, and extract her penis from the latex sheath. By carefully unrolling the leggings down to her feet, using just the palms of her hands, she finally pulled them off. After unpeeling her long false eyelashes, Marilyn stepped into the shower and lathered herself all over, luxuriating in the gentle spray of deliciously hot water. Her cock was free from any restrictions again, and she knew it, the smooth action of the highly scented soap on her cock and balls was sending her into raptures. Her member was stiff and erect, but she decided not to do anything about it, anticipating that the coming day would bring greater pleasures than she could provide for herself. After shaving what little hair growth there was from her face, she gathered all of the discarded fetish clothing together, placing it in a black plastic laundry bag, and carried it through to Debbie's bedroom. On the bed was an assortment of clothing that had been left out for her, and a collection of makeup set out on the dressing table. She sat down in front of the mirror and inspected her now naked face. The twins entered the room, dressed in the excessively feminine and frilly baby- dolls that they had been wearing downstairs. Marilyn liberally soaked cotton wool with nail polish remover, applying it to her glossy black three inch long nails. The black was a very difficult colour to remove, and it took her four applications before it was all gone. She went out to the bathroom and thoroughly scrubbed her fingers so that they were completely clean, dried them, and applied hand cream. Meanwhile, Debbie and Tracy were sitting next to one another at the foot of Debbie's bed, with their legs crossed, showing off their enormous frilly baby-dolls and panties, displaying their bare legs and the four inch high stiletto heels of their mules. On Marilyn's return from the bathroom, Debbie said, "well what do you think of your clothes for tonight, Marilyn?" and held up an unbelievably frilly pink baby-doll, in the same style as theirs, but even more dramatic. Marilyn picked up the bottle of dazzling pink nail polish that the twins had left out for her. She shook it hard and long, then unscrewed the cap and began carefully applying it. Pausing with her task she turned to face Debbie, and slowly and unhurriedly, in her softest feminine voice, at last replied. "Honestly, Debbie, I think that baby- doll is absolutely gorgeous, it's so soft and feminine," and went back to her nails, the colour being to her liking too. Debbie whispered to Tracy, "I think she's ready Trace, don't you? I know it's sooner than we thought, but we may as well do it tonight. I've checked the garage and there are two boxes down there, so we have the stuff." "I'll go and get it," replied Tracy, quietly, and left the room. Marilyn, oblivious to their hushed conversation, finished painting her nails, applying three coats of the pink polish in all, and completing the look with two coats of a glossy clear polish. It was very late, after midnight, and her nails had taken an age, but she was determined that she wouldn't be hurried. She inspected the remainder of the makeup that had been put out for her, it was all very soft and feminine colours, and she was becoming excited to be changing her appearance once again. Marilyn tipped some of the foundation out onto her fingertips. It was a very thick consistency, and just off white in colour; a very light, subtle skin tone. Applying two coats to her face, neck and chest, she finished with a powder of the same skin tone, using a large fluffy dusting brush. Looking at herself in the mirror, Marilyn was pleased with the result, her face was a smooth, featureless off white mask, even her eyebrows were absent, since Debbie had plucked them all. With a strikingly crimson lip pencil she carefully applied a thick deep red line around the outline of her lips, keeping just outside her natural lip line, making them appear huge. The colour really stood out against her face, and with two applications of a beautiful striking pink shimmery pearl lipstick she was happy at the result. Marilyn took black liquid eyeliner and painted on eyebrows very high, very thin, and very arched. She then applied the same eyeliner around her upper and lower lashlines and into her tear ducts completely encircling her eyes. Taking a grey eyeshadow she brushed on a line about ? inch wide below her lower lashline, and filled in her eyelids with the same, forming a circle, and giving her a 'panda ' eyes look. The twins had left false eyelashes out for her, too. The lower lashes were about ? inch long, very full, very black, and in a spikey style. She carefully applied them, using the tips of her nails like she would tweezers; positioning them precisely. The upper lashes were 1 ? inch long straight lashes, with a spikey look; the tips trimmed in a ragged fashion. Using the same technique as before, she fixed these fake lashes to her upper eyelashes, such that they were just touching the line of her eyelids. After covering the adhesive with eyeliner, she brushed her new eyelashes with an inky black mascara until they were thickened, and jet black. She fluttered her false eyelashes a few times, and decided that she was satisfied with her look, just finishing off with a small amount of the pink lipstick on her cheeks, giving her a slight blush. As Marilyn wound in the lipstick and replaced it on the dressing table, she saw Debbie and Tracy in the mirror, standing behind her. "That's really beautiful," said Debbie, "I think it's a little less striking than your previous look, and will suit you in the daytime, maybe you could keep your makeup on for tomorrow." "Now, there are a few other things that we have found for you, to help you convince Terry that you are a woman," continued Tracy, "So, if you come over to the bed with us, sweety, we'll help you get fitted." Marilyn cautiously sat on the end of the bed and Debbie produced a pair of skin coloured latex panties. "We bought these from the same place that we bought your black latex vagina tights," she lied. "They're the same style inside, at the front anyway, but there's an opening at the rear for you to go to the toilet. The shop assistant assured us that they can be worn continuously for up to a month without any problems." While Debbie had been talking, Tracy had pulled on black latex gloves, and was busily applying a clear gel like solution to the inside of the pants. "This is a dermatologically safe adhesive that allows the skin to breathe through it, and keeps your new panties in place all of the time," she said, "So if you come and stand over here, Marilyn, we'll slip them on for you, shall we?" Marilyn stood between them, noticing that they were now both wearing shiny black gloves, and watched as the panties slid up over her legs, the gel providing lubrication, and helping them on their way. The twins pulled them up over her hips, and Debbie manipulated Marilyn's cock so that it slid into the internal latex sheath, facing upwards, taking care not to hurt her with her one inch long nails. The two sisters were now on their knees, smoothing the panty material out with the flats of their hands. As they worked, rubbing harder and smoothing more and more, Marilyn experienced a strange sensation, the panties seemed to be growing tighter and tighter, and maybe it was her imagination, but they seemed to be growing in size and changing colour too. Debbie and Tracy rubbed more and more over the area of Marilyn's hips, and as they rubbed she was now sure that her hips were getting bigger. The more they rubbed the larger her hips grew, they were growing before her eyes, there was no mistaking it, and there didn't seem to be a visible join any more between her skin and the panties. "What's going on?" she said looking down at Tracy, "what are you doing?" "Just a minute sweety, this only works for five minutes until the glue sets," Tracy said, breathlessly. "You want to look like a girl don't you; well we are helping you to fulfil your dream." Like two sculptresses the sisters rubbed, and wherever they rubbed, that area swelled out. The more they rubbed the more it swelled. Eventually they began to slow, as the rubbing became less and less effectual. By this time Marilyn had stopped looking at what they were doing, and just looked straight ahead. She was terrified and couldn't bring herself to look down any more. "That's it!" Said Debbie, "You can stop now Tracy. It doesn't look as though it will go any more. I didn't think it was going to work at all, let alone work this well, mind you. It's a miracle!" They looked up at Marilyn, who was staring straight ahead, frozen with fear. Even under all of her makeup she looked terrified. "What have you done to me you crazy bitches, I wondered why you were being so nice to me, what have you done!?" she repeated, still not daring to look. "Well, sweetheart," said Tracy, "the panties that we have just fitted you with, are experimental, along with the chemicals that we used, and were produced by the company that we work for: Compsols. You should feel like a pioneer on the forefront of technology, just think, no-one else in the world has ever worn this type of panty before, or had these chemicals applied to their skin, now be a brave girl and take a look at our handiwork." Marilyn slowly cast her eyes downwards to see what they had done to her, had they turned her into some kind of freak? When she focussed she saw a body that was the body of a female. Her hips were big, not too big she thought, but sexy, and her backside was definitely female shaped. There was no sign of a join or any panties there at all, just the lower body of a young naked girl complete with shaved vagina. She reached down, and tentatively smoothed her fingers over her hips and her vagina. Marilyn could feel the touch of her fingers on the new skin as if it were really her. "How can this be?" she said angrily, "how could you have done this to me, it's not possible, you've used me as a guinea pig. What if it had gone wrong?" Then her voice softened, "but, it's absolutely beautiful." "Well, Marilyn," explained Debbie, "Our Company has been looking for pre-op transsexuals to try this new product on. They are currently taking names of possible candidates and vetting them for suitability for the program, but haven't yet tried the product on anyone. We thought that it might be an idea if we helped the world of research, and tried the product for them: On you. We have a contact who works on this project in the laboratory, a male who owes us a favour, a big favour, and we telephoned him and had him smuggle out the panties and the gel, just for you honey. He must have left it for us in the garage when we were out." The twin painted dolls looked up at her from the floor and smiled that familiar cruel smile that she had come to know so well. "Now, let me try to explain how the process works, before you have a fit, Marilyn," said Tracy, "What happens is that when the chemical, the gel that we used, comes into contact with the body, it infuses the skin, seeping through the pores. With the addition of the panties, and the application of friction, the body swells; the more friction, the more the swelling. The bodily growth process can be controlled by, well as you saw, more or less rubbing. At the same time the panties take on the characteristics of the skin, both colour and texture, and become invisible. The material is now so thin that it feels like your own skin to the touch. In reality, your own body has actually grown to become the shape that it is now, that of a beautiful woman." "What about my cock!" screamed Marilyn hysterically, "what have you done to my cock, where's it gone?!" "Ah yes, well that's an option honey," said Tracy, "that is the choice that our customers will be given when the product is eventually marketed. The choice to either retain their male member, or have a permanent female vagina; to keep it or lose it. What do you think we did in your case? You have a boyfriend now who thinks you're a girl with a vagina, and he likes to fuck you, so what would you want a cock for?" The fetish doll twins in their huge babydolls and towering heels, stood up now, and faced Marilyn challengingly, their heavily made up faces close to hers, their long false eyelashes nearly colliding with hers. She was close to hysteria, tears were rolling down her face, creating rivers of wet black mascara; she was blubbing uncontrollably. Her whole world was caving in around her. She loved her prick, she wanted to be a boy, and a girl too. She wanted the best of both worlds, and they had just taken one world away. "What am I going to do? You've taken my cock, my manhood away! What am I going to do? Oh please can't you undo it, I'll do anything! There must be a way surely, Debbie, Tracy. Oh Please! I'll do anything for you, please let me have my cock back!" Debbie and Tracy smiled faintly, and then turned to face him again. "Now listen sweetheart, did we say that we had chosen that option for you?" said Tracy. "We thought about it but, well just a minute." She knelt down so that her face was at the level of this new vagina, hooked a latex tab out with her long fingernail, took it between thumb and forefinger and pulled hard. Slowly she withdrew a 1 inch diameter rubber plug, which eventually revealed itself to be 6 inches long. "That plug protected your precious balls and penis from exposure to the chemicals, your cock is still tucked away under there, inside the latex sheath." Marilyn collapsed on the bed. It was more than anyone should have to take. They had deliberately teased her into believing that her cock was gone, until she begged them. When she said that she would do anything they relented, and let her know the real truth, she was still a complete male. But what did they want her to do for them; she knew that they wouldn't let her forget her uncontrollable sobbing, and pleading, and more significantly, her offer to do anything for them. "Now honey," said Debbie, "come and sit up at the dressing table, and we'll fix that makeup of yours." Then she giggled, as did Tracy. After fixing Marilyn's make up, they encouraged her to walk up and down in front of the mirror and admire her new body. She swept up and down the bedroom in heavy makeup and the lower body of a young woman. She had to admit that she looked fabulous and so feminine. "Can we see what I measure, Debbie? She said looking at Debbie inquisitively, "it would be nice to know what my measurements are, do I have bigger hips than you?" Debbie smiled patiently, and took the tape measure from the drawer, firstly winding it around Marilyn's waist she said, "26 inches," and then her hips, "38 inches, there we are, is that what you wanted to know, sweety? Oh, I know, let's see what your chest measurement is too, just for fun shall we? There we are, 36 inches. I think you ought to put some clothes on now though honey, don't you?" Marilyn dressed herself in pink frilly panties, bra, and the huge pink babydoll that they had set out for her on the bed. She added a pair of 7 inch high pink sling back shoes, and slipped her huge bangles and bracelets over her wrists. Sitting at the dressing table, she completed her look with the bob style wig that she had worn earlier. "Now, I know it's very late, but I feel like a drink," said Debbie, "does anyone else want one? I'll get you one Marilyn honey, seeing that you've been through so much. A few minutes later she returned with three tall glass tumblers, containing very large gin and tonics, with lots of ice, and a slice of lemon, and handed them out. Marilyn sat at the dressing table sipping her drink, touching up tiny details of her makeup, and enjoying a reassuring swelling of her tightly sheathed penis. She thought to herself that it was odd that the twins kept looking up at her every few seconds. Debbie and Tracy were sitting on the bed, Debbie reading what looked like a handwritten list, and Tracy inspecting the contents of a rectangular, brown cardboard box. Marilyn was starting to feel sleepy, and even yawned a couple of times, politely cupping her hand over her mouth. She felt her arms becoming limp and heavy, her legs like lead weights, and she was beginning to slump in her seat. "What's the matter honey?" said Debbie standing up, "are you feeling tired, why don't you come over here and lay next to us, we don't mind, after all we're all girls together." Debbie and Tracy walked over to her, and while Debbie lifted her arms, Tracy slipped Marilyn's loose fitting babydoll over her head, and unhooked her bra. Helping her to her feet, the twins guided her to the bed, laying her down on her back with her head resting on the pillow. Marilyn felt really strange, she'd never felt like this before, her limbs felt heavy but her eyes were wide open and her mind was active. She went to speak but couldn't utter a word, her voice wouldn't work. But in her mind she felt quite content, and very relaxed. Tracy said, "are you alright honey, are you tired, tell me if you're OK?" Marilyn parted her lips by just a quarter of an inch, that's all she could manage, but her voice wouldn't make a sound, however much she tried. She was totally frozen, but still fully aware of her surroundings. "Looks like she's gone, Tracy," said Debbie, and leaning over Marilyn with her face close up to her said, "Well, my sweet, have we got a treat in store for you. I didn't want you to miss anything, but I didn't want you moving around either, so I gave you a muscle relaxant in your drink, it makes you unable to move your limbs or speak, but also ensures that you can watch, so don't worry, you won't miss a thing." Debbie and Tracy then slid on shiny black latex gloves, and removed two flesh coloured circular cones from the cardboard box, both about eight inches in diameter and two inches high. Removing the lid from the tub of gel that they had used earlier, when they had fitted Marilyn's panties, they began to fill the inside of the cones. "It said for the first stage to fill the breast forms completely with gel," said Debbie, who had read the handwritten instructions. "So we'll make sure they're good and full Trace, and we can get started." Debbie leaned over Marilyn, cleaned her chest with an alcohol soaked cloth, and again, moving in closely said, "Terry is going to love you my sweet. When we've finished with you, he's going to be totally besotted. You're quite a doll now, but we are going to turn you into the ultimate fetish doll, and he's going to love it." Marilyn just lay there looking at Debbie, and listening to what was being said to her, she couldn't believe her ears, what were they going to do? What had she done to deserve such treatment from these two girls that she had once thought were her sisters. These two ex-sisters who were friendly with her one minute, and totally savage the next. This was her biggest nightmare; it was like most people's fear of waking up half way through surgery, and having to watch the procedure, without being able to tell anyone that they were awake. The difference in this case was that she didn't even know what the procedure was going to be. "Are you ready Tracy, only we have to get this right first time," said Debbie, and placed the gel filled cone centrally over one of Marilyn's nipples, while at precisely the same time, Tracy placed her cone over the other nipple. They smoothed around the edges until a seal had been formed, and the gel wouldn't escape, then they began kneading the walls of the cones with their fingers. Almost immediately the cones began to swell and expand, the cone shape becoming more and more rounded as they continued to massage the fast forming curves with their hands. The mounds that were developing already looked like breasts, and were growing second by second as the twins pushed and pressed and carefully formed the shape with their fingers. After around five minutes of manipulation, the chemical action of the gel in the breasts was complete, the skin had formed, and matched Marilyn's skin precisely; no joint being visible between the breast form, and Marilyn's chest. To Debbie and Tracy the breasts felt and looked just like normal breasts, as if they had grown there naturally. They were about a C cup Debbie guessed, but the only difference from real breasts was that they were completely smooth, and didn't have aureoles or nipples. Debbie leaned over to speak to Marilyn again, and said, "what do you think darling, they're not as big as your breast forms, but they're very firm and extremely erotic. Terry is going to love them isn't he?" Then she just smiled at her totally frozen form, and stepped back. Marilyn lay there, only just able to see that the mounds of her new breasts were indeed, about a C cup, smaller than the size that she had become used to when she dressed, but still a nice size. This may not be so bad, it would be easier to be with Terry if she had convincing breasts, and with feminine hips and a vagina she might even be able to face him naked. Tracy was now holding a drinking straw, which she placed in what remained of Marilyn's spiked drink. While Debbie lifted Marilyn's head and cradled it in her arm, Tracy placed the straw between Marilyn's lips and said, "Time for some more of your medicine honey, now come on, drink it up like a good little girl." The sensation in Marilyn's body had started to come back, and she was able to take down the remainder of the potion, knowing that to refuse to drink it would be all the worse for her. Almost immediately the same numb feeling swept through her body, and she was totally immobile again. While her head was cradled in Debbie's arm she had noticed something strange about her new breasts, they hadn't any aureoles or nipples. All she could think was that they would be added next. "Yes," she thought, "that's it! They have to attach them with that gel stuff I expect." Debbie was reading her piece of paper to determine the next stage in the breast creation procedure. "It says Number 2 intermediary next Trace," so they put on their gloves, took out Number 2 intermediary cones, filled them with gel, and applied them over Marilyn's new breasts, kneading and massaging them as they went. The breasts filled out even further and when their work was complete Marilyn had what now looked like a D cup. Marilyn, in the meantime, was observing all that was going on, but could only react by fearfully batting her long false eyelashes, rapidly and repeatedly. Debbie said, "Ah, look, she's getting excited, Tracy," and turning to Marilyn said, "Are you getting excited honey? You're going to look fabulous by the time we're finished. You like extremes of dress and makeup don't you, well, we are going to make sure that your body is extreme in every way possible too. You're going to be a real live fetish doll." Tracy took over reading the instruction sheet and read out to Debbie, "Number 2 Intermediary Debs, that's the next one, "and she handed a cone to Debbie to fill with gel, and proceeded to fill the other herself. They again went through the application procedure of the Number 2 Intermediary cone, continuing with Number 3 Intermediary, and Number 4 Intermediary. "What's next, Debs?" Said Tracy, "we must be near the end soon surely, what number are we going to, I thought you said that we would stop at 3, and we've gone to 4, and have you had a good look while we've been working, they're absolutely enormous." "Yes I was thinking that," said Debbie, "maybe we had better stop here and do the final, which I think fills them out a bit more and adds the aureoles and nipples. So they took a pair of Number 4 Final cones from the box, and applied them in the way that they had applied all of the others. The result was astonishing; Marilyn now had a pair of what must have been double J size, extremely firm breasts, with beautiful two inch diameter deep brown aureoles and 1/4 inch diameter, half inch long pert nipples. "Well, that should please Terry," laughed Debbie, "although I have to be honest Tracy, I didn't expect them to be this big, do you think we could have gone wrong somewhere?" Tracy said, "Um, er, yes, I know we did now, the box contained two pairs of each number up to number 6, though I can't imagine what cup size a number six would produce. I counted up what was left in the box and it looks like we must have used the number 2 twice. The thing is that the lower the number the larger the increase, that's why her tits are as huge as they are." Marilyn had been lying on her back during this breast creation and augmentation procedure, unable to say a word or even move. Although she couldn't move her head she could quite clearly see the results of the twins work. She had watched the mounds grow as the procedure progressed, and realised that these were massive breasts, breasts that you only ever saw on porno movies. She could do nothing except lay there and watch them do their worst. "Well let's get on, shall we Tracy, no time for dilly dallying, we still have one further enhancement to make to our little fetish doll's body," and leaning down to Marilyn continued, "don't we sweetie, yes, you just lay there and watch us beautify you so that every man will want you, they're going to love the tits we've created for you, aren't they honey." From the rectangular cardboard box, Debbie now produced several pairs of what looked like plastic, bright red lips, with a long flat tab protruding from them. "Could you wipe off her lipstick Tracy and I'll see which lip former fits the best." Debbie offered up the huge, grotesque looking false lips until she found a pair that was the same width as Marilyn's mouth. She slipped the central tab between her lips, and into her mouth, and made sure the lip former was straight, then pressed it down firmly, covering her lips completely. Taking a hypodermic syringe, she filled it with the gel from the container, and emptied the contents through a hole in the lip former. When it was full, she capped the hole, and pushed the device up and down over Marilyn's own lips to evenly distribute the gel. After five minutes of doing this she removed the lip former and rubbed Marilyn's lips with the flat of her hand. The result was almost immediate, and incredible. Her lips had grown to twice their original size, and were formed into an erotic oval shape, almost an 'O', her top lip scalloped out below her nose with a perfectly formed, sharp lip line encircling all. Her mouth was slightly open in a sensuous pout, and it looked as though this was its new natural position; it was going to stay that way. Marilyn was beginning to regain some feeling in her muscles now, and could make very small movements with her fingers. Her mouth felt strange, however, but she wasn't sure what had happened. Tracy leaned over to talk to her, "are you getting some feeling back sweety? We've just enhanced your lips; they're now swollen up into a beautiful 'O', perfect for kissing and cock sucking." Turning to the bedside table, Tracy picked up a black marker pen, and began to make small dots on Marilyn's ear lobes, continuing them around the periphery of her ear, right to the top. Taking a piercing gun she worked around her ears methodically, making twenty piercings in each ear, forty in total. When Tracy had finished one ear, Debbie took over, cleaning up any blood from the piercings, and fitting small gold studs. Tracy then marked Marilyn's new half inch long nipples, and pierced each one three times. Through these piercings Debbie fitted a one inch long silver barbell with large ball ends nearest her breast, followed by a ? inch diameter silver ring with delicate silver chains hanging from it, and finally large 2 inch diameter thick gold hoops. Pulling Marilyn's tongue from her mouth as far as she could, Tracy made three central piercings, the last one as close to the tip as she could make it. In line with these piercings, on the edges of Marilyn's tongue she made a further six piercings, three on each side. Debbie fixed two studs in each of the two back central tongue piercings, and a barbell in the one on the tip of her tongue. On the sides of her tongue she looped six, ? inch diameter silver rings. Tracy went on to pierce Marilyn's left nostril, and her navel, and they slipped a ? inch diameter gold ring through her nostril and a 3 inch long silver multi chain dangle in her navel. Moving down to her latex vagina, she pierced each labia five times, and made a further single piercing, centrally placed at the top. Debbie used eleven gold rings here, five on each side and one at the top in the centre. "Debbie said, I think that's all we can do now Tracy, and I'm tired, shall we go to bed?" "Yes, me too Debbie, we might as well get in with Marilyn, she'll probably be glad of the company in the morning." They climbed into bed in their exotic nightwear, and positioned themselves either side of the still paralysed Marilyn. Debbie placed her hand on Marilyn's bejewelled vagina, and Tracy placed her hand on one of her voluminous tits, with her finger through the nipple ring. Kissing her gently on the cheeks, they turned onto their backs, and drifted off to sleep. Marilyn was sore all over, but she was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and without considering the consequences of the twin's actions any further, went to sleep.