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Part 9 - Chapter 21
When Wynne regained consciousness the world was moving. Walls flashed by
on either side and she could feel whatever she was lying on wobbling as
it moved. Her mind slowly put it all together. It was a trolley and she
was in a corridor.
"Oh, she's awake" she heard. She recognised Lana's voice and looked
around. She located the face of her friend beside a young man who was
pushing the trolley, Lana struggling to keep up with her heels clicking
loudly on the hard floor.
"It's OK darling." said Lana "You're in the institute now and soon it'll
be all better. They took you to the general hospital, but the company
came and got you, and now everything's going to be OK."
They turned sharply left and entered a large room. Wynne recognised the
assorted equipment and decided that this was the same room she had been
in last time. They came to a halt and gingerly she began to sit up.
She was still wearing the white dress, and she was assaulted immediately
by the sight of her empty chest, the strands of the dress hanging limply
over the drooping skin. She felt like she might cry. She raised her hands
but couldn't bring herself to touch it. It was a sign of her failure as a
woman. A reminder that she had lost Olly when he had seemed to be hers.
Someone was speaking to her, and she had to shake her head clear to focus
on the words. She looked up. It was the doctor again.
"So, as you see, we are getting closer to stability. We are confident
that we fully understand the problem now and we know how to correct this
minor malfunction and establish a permanent solution."
She processed the words. It was good news!
"So you can fix me?" she asked excitedly. "You can give me my boobies
back?"
The doctor nodded. "Yes, Miss Cresswell we can. However, I should warn
you that, as before, this will mean drawing power from elsewhere in your
body. Even at it's reduced capacity, your brain is still drawing the
greatest amount of power, and so you must be aware that restoring your
breasts will, most likely, result in some further diminishing of your
intelligence."
Wynne screwed up her face,and tried to think. She wanted her nice titties
back, but it wasn't fair! She had been super clever and now they wanted
to make her dumb. She thought a bit harder. Oh! Why would she need to
give up her brain for her boobies when she could just do what all the
other girls do!
"I'll just get a boob job!" she said. "A lot of guys like big fake
boobies. I'll just do that!" It was so obvious. The Doctor was the
dummies!How could she not even know about boob jobs.
She was very pleased with herself for out-thinking everyone else, but the
doctor was shaking her head sadly.
"I'm very sorry Miss Cresswell, but that is not an option. The nannites
are very complex technology and implants would interfere with their
operation, and most likely attract an attack as the nannites reject the
silicon as a foreign body, which could lead to further deterioration in
your condition."
Wynne wasn't sure that she fully followed what was being said, but she
understood the thrust of it. She couldn't have big fake titties. If she
wanted her boobies back she had to give up even more intelligence.
She was shaken. Surely she couldn't allow herself to become even less
clever. She was already only about average, they had said, so this would
make her actually stupid. She couldn't do it, she just couldn't....
But.
Life with no breasts. What was the point? What can a woman with average
intelligence and no boobs do? She wouldn't be able to earn any money with
either her mind or her body. She'd have to have some average job, wearing
fake breast forms all day underneath clothes that covered her up.
Worst of all, she'd have to come home from her average job to an empty
flat, as there's no way she'd ever attract a man. She looked at the dress
she was wearing. She'd never be able to wear something like that again.
Never be able to show off her young supple skin. Never be able to dance
in a club and have everyone's attention.
"I'll do it!" she said impulsively.
She hear Lana laugh with delight and she turned in the direction of her
voice, beaming widely at her friend. There was something hugely freeing
about just saying "fuck it!" to her life-long valuation of intelligence.
She was going to have nice tits and she felt good about that.
"Very good," said the doctor, and brought out what looked like a sort of
round clothes iron along with another sheet of metal.
"This is how we introduce the nannites into the fabric of your dress,"
explained the doctor. Wynne nodded mutely, but aimed a wide-eyed look of
surprise and amusement towards Lana.
The doctor held the sheet of metal between the strands of the dress and
Wynne's empty chest, and pressed the iron-like device to the other side.
She repeated the process with the other strand and then put the iron
away.
Wynne couldn't help but giggle softly. She wasn't sure whether it was how
clumsy and low-fi the procedure appeared or whether it was because she
was about to get her boobies back. Maybe a bit of both.
The doctor pinned up the strands of the dress with a simple clothes pin
so that the fabric laid close against her chest.
"I'm ready to begin," said the doctor. "Shall I proceed?
Wynne nodded and braced herself for the strange feeling that she knew was
coming.
It didn't take long. The fabric of the dress tightened slightly over her
ribcage and she felt the pulse of energy enter her again, but this time
it was less powerful than before and much less deep, the tingling and
fizzing remaining just in her chest. Itsplit into two and then began to
press out slowly towards her skin.
Boobies! I'm going to have boobies again! She thought to herself in a
sing-song voice in her head. She wasn't sure why it was quite so
exciting, but it was.
The first change was the melting away of the old, empty sacks of skin.
They simply dissolved to nothingness, leaving the skin beneath smooth
once again.
It felt like someone was gently rubbing her nipples, and very soon it
looked like it too, each point causing the fabric to tent and then moving
around almost comically as pressure built behind, as if moved by
invisible teasing fingers. They rubbing against the fabric and a little
tingle shot down from her chest to her cunt. She squirmed a smiley,
girlish squirm.
Several seconds passed in this state with no further progress and Wynne
looked to Lana and pouted.
"Laaanaaaa!!" she whined. "It's not working!"
"It is babe. It is. Look I can see them coming!"
Wynne looked down and then raised her face back to Lana wish a gasp and a
smile.
"Yes! Yes! I can feel it. I'm getting my boobies back!" she trilled.
And she was. The strands, made tight against her chest, were now each
filled out with a soft round shape. They grew and grew bit by bit and
soon a little creamy cleavage was visible beyond the inside edge of the
strands. Wynne could feel the fabric sliding over her expanding bosom and
the feeling began to cause her to moisten between her legs as it passed
over her erect nipples.
The fabric began to stretch against the pins holding it in place and then
each in turn was expelled from its position, the folds falling loose,
creating extra space that was soon filled by the expanding tit-flesh.
Still sitting up on her trolley, Wynne began to squeel with delight and
bounce with joy, watching her newly restored breasts bobbing up and down.
She suddenly felt a little dizzy and had to stop and hold her head.
Her mind soon cleared and she looked again. They were back to their
previous size. Yay! She was a proper girl again! A sexy girl who could
enjoy a sexy life of dancing and sunbathing and shopping for cute
clothes. Oh, she was going to make sure she never took her breasts for
granted again and would buy lots of super-cute clothes that showed them
off and made her look sexy for the boys!
But they didn't stop. They passed quickly through their former B or C cup
size (she knew because of the lingerie she'd bought earlier) and
continued causing the dress to visibly stretch against her expanding
bosom. The soft, flawless skin of her boobs became visible on both sides
of the strands of the dress, the nipples covered, but the high rounded
shape of each breast clear to any observer. Finally they came to a halt.
Wynne looked toward Lana and giggled "I look like a bit of a slut!" she
said, her voice showing amusement rather than any hint of unhappiness at
the prospect.
"You look gorgeous babe," said Lana confidently, staring at her chest.
"Those are some really nice tits." She stepped forward and cupped them
"'D' or 'E'-cup I'd say. A proper man's handful. Some guy is going to
just lose himself squeezing and sucking on those."
Wynne blushed a little but smiled with it. She was proud of her titties.
"Thanks Lana," she said, tilting her head to one side finding her most
sincere face to show appreciation for her friend's support. "That means
so much coming from someone with such amazing boobs as yours."
Lana grasped her own tits and laughed. "Mine are a bit more than a
handful!" she giggled. "But you know, yours are just as nice." She spoke
with a voice and expression of great seriousness, as if discussing the
finer points of philosophy "Different guys like different things y'know?
Some guys look at topless calendars and lads mags and things and they'd
go for a girl like me, but other guys get off on lingerie catalogues and
stuff like that, and they'd fucking love a girl like you."
Wynne blushed again. Lana knew just how to put things, she thought. She
was such a good friend. She looked down at herself again. Yes, she looked
great. She DID look like a lingerie model. In fact, she realised now, her
new boobs were, like, so much better than her old ones, because they
balanced out her bigger bottom. Her old boobs had been, waaaay too small.
She would have had to have asked for the company to make them bigger even
if they hadn't malfun......malfunitured, like, broken and stuff.
"Thanks Lana, that's so sweet"
The two girls looked at each other happily, but their rather special
moment was interrupted by a new voice.
"Yes, it's so very very sweet to hear the two of you supporting each
other so well."
Tony.
Wynne and Lana turned, a smile automatically on their faces to
acknowledge the man now walking out from a shadowy corner of the room.
"You speak to each other so nicely" he paused, thinking for a moment
"Like sisters. Yes, we're like one big happy family here aren't we."
Lana's smile was only growing and she nodded enthusiastically in response
like a dog responding to it's master. She was clearly quite ecstatic to
see Tony and she looked up at him while he busied himself by lightly
stroking her face and hair. Wynne on the other hand was sure that worry
was showing on her face. She was remembering her last meeting with Tony
and how he had scared her with his scary stories about Mandy. She
continued to smile though, because that's what Lana was doing, and Lana
was always so clever and right about stuff. If Lana was happy to see Tony
then he must be a nice man. He must be right that Mandy had really wanted
to be his wife, even if she didn't know it straight away.
One thing was still on her mind though. How long had Tony been in the
room? She hadn't heard him come in. She wondered whether he had seen her
big titties grow. Had he heard her squeeling with delight? She thought
about that question. She was a bit embarrassed as she realised that their
was a throbbing feeling deep inside her at the thought that he had seen
everything; She wanted him to know how much she appreciated everything
he'd done for her. She wondered why that made her feel embarrassed or
uneasy. Surely it was a good, nice thing to be grateful to others. She
brushed it off as one of those things that's just a bit too hard to think
about.
Tony was finished inspecting Lana and turned to Wynne, causing her heart
to flutter slightly.
"Ah, Winnie" he said "You look absolutely ravishing. I could just eat you
all up!"
Both girls giggled at Tony's grinning exclamation. He looked into her
eyes, deep calm returning in a heartbeat, leaving the smallest hint of a
smile on his face.
"Would you like to have sex with me?" he aked her, as if asking if she
wanted tea or coffee.
"Oh!" Wynne squeeked, eyes as wide as saucers. "Ummm.....I......"
Her heart was thumping in her chest. She looked at Tony, hoping to find
the answer of what to say, but it only made her heart beat faster. And
her pussy wetter. He was hot. His exquisite grey suit emphasised his
broad shoulders and showed off his classic "man" shape, radiating
confidence and control. He was handsome too, with a strong clean jawline
and penetrating eyes. But what really got her in a tizzy was her
knowledge of who he was. He was the man at the top. The man with the
power. He had made her, was she not his to have? A part of her was
rebelling, telling her that she was being dominated and straining against
it, asserting its self-determination like William had all his life.
Another part of her though was loving it
..... And anyway, he was just so yummy!
She took a step towards him, her hips swaying and a smile growing on her
lips.
But then she stopped. Something stronger than all of her other thoughts
made her hesitate. What about love? Mandy loved Tony, and it was a
terrible betrayal of that love for Wynne to have sex with him and allow
him to break that relationship. Wynne believed in love. She believed in
it passionately. Love and commitment were the things that really
mattered. She thought back to the club and dancing with Olly. She had
felt those feelings begin to grow. The feeling of giving yourself to one
other person. Even now, she wanted that for herself. As much as she
admired Lana, she didn't think she could live like her; Wynne still
wanted a real relationship with just one person. Just one man.
Tony looked at her with a mildly quizzical look. "Yes, my dear? Or no?"
"But....but, you're married to Mandy."
A smile broke out on Tony's face and he chuckled softly.
"Very good Wynne. Very good. I truly admire your thoughtfulness. And your
loyalty."
Wynne smiled, acutely pleased to be complimented by such a clever man. A
little warm feeling spread in her tummy at knowing she had been a good
girl and done the right thing.
"But you know," Tony continued, "Lana here is a very good friend of
Mandy's, wouldn't you agree."
Wynne suddenly felt uncomfortable. She thought Tony agreed with her, but
maybe now he didn't. Did she not do right? She looked awkwardly at Lana,
who had moved to stand close by Tony.
"Yes," she mumbled.
"Yes, Lana is a very good friend to Mandy, and yet she feels no such
restrictions on her actions. Isn't that right Lana?"
Lana placed her hand on Tony's chest and began to kiss his neck.
"Lana," said Tony evenly, his eyes still fixed on Wynne. "Suck my dick."
Lana was on her knees in moments. Her elegant fingers sliding down Tony's
chiselled torso to his belt. She removed it expertly and slid her hands
around behind him, caressing his firm butt and causing his trousers to
fall to the ground.
A wild look came across her eyes as she spied his huge erection tenting
his briefs. She reached out reverently to grip the waistband and lift it
gently over and down, making sure not to risk any harm of discomfort to
the great totem at which she worshipped.
She touched it softly, running her long manicured nails ever so lightly
over it's length. Tony grunted slightly and twitched. She looked up at
him, her big dark eyes shining with excitement. He responded by smiling
and stroking her hair at the side of her face. And so she continued. Her
painted red lips met the bulbous head of his cock and slid smoothly over.
She paused only an inch or two down and ran her tongue around the
slightly spongy tip.
As Lana progressed in her endeavour, Tony again spoke to Wynne, his eyes
slightly narrowed and occasionally fluttering as he enjoyed Lana's
attentions. He spoke slowly, accentuating his adjectives.
"So, Wynne. If Lana, Amanda's very very good friend, is so happy to take
my cock into her warm wet mouth, doesn't that tell you that there isn't a
problem? Wouldn't you like to join her? Look, she's left plenty of space
for you to get involved."
He gestured down to his groin, where Lana was still focussed on the tip
of Tony's cock. She brought one hand up and briefly wrapped it around the
remainder. She then gently cupped and stroked his testicles, showing them
off like a sales girl.
"Mmmm," hummed Tony. "Yes, that's a very good idea Lana. Wynne, why don't
you get down here and lick my balls?"
Wynne's emotions were in meltdown. Ancient anger at being dominated and
looked down upon was pulling at her guts, enflamed by the instruction to
debase herself, but this feeling seemed distant and foreign compared to
the yearning in her cunt and her mouth to kneel down as ordered and
pleasure this great, powerful man.
But still she resisted. She thought of Mandy. She thought of Olly. She
thought of love and respect. She wanted that. Didn't everyone want that?
She was confused.
"Lana!" she said with a whimper. "I don't understand! Doesn't Mandy
matter? Don't you want to find one person to love you?" Lana just
continued. Wynne thought hard, trying to find something else in Lana to
appeal to, to reconcile her friend to Wynne's understanding of the world.
"Lana, you told me that you have a special person; a benefactor. Don't
you want to be his? What would he think?"
It seemed to work. Lana froze in position, and so did Tony. Wynne exhaled
and smiled, thinking that maybe things would start to make sense.
Tony laughed. A big, raucous laugh that seemed to burst out of him. Lana
was trying not to laugh as well, though she valiantly kept her lips
locked around Tony's manhood.
"A benefactor!" said Tony. "I don't think I've been called that before.
Lana, why don't you show Wynne exactly who your benefactor is? And while
you're at it why don't you take those tits that my money paid for out of
that dress that my money paid for and let me have a look at them."
Lana slipped her shoulders out of her dress and pulled it down to her
waist, exposing her huge breasts. She raised her eyes towards Wynne,
amusement clearly evident, and slid herself further down Tony's cock. She
began to pump back and forth, one hand on his leg for purchase, the other
massaging her pliable tit as she moaned with desire. Her other tit
bounced merrily in rhythm with her sucking. Her movement was almost
hypnotic. Wynne watched and watched, a bizarre mix of paralysing horror
and deep arousal building within her. She looked down at her own chest.
It could be free like that, bounce like that while she too sucked and
moaned.
"Sweet silly Wynne," said Tony gently. "Lana here is truly happy. Truly
engaged with who she is and what she's doing. Wouldn't you like to be
like that too?"
Wynne was too terrified to speak. She looked at Tony, and then at Lana,
who was now resting Tony's cock in her open mouth, expertly keeping him
just on the edge of orgasm, and holding both boobs upwards in her hands
for Tony's viewing pleasure. Wynne looked back to Tony again, her mouth
open and eyes wide.
"You seem confused my dear Wynne," said Tony with apparent sympathy.
"Perhaps it would help if I told you a story to explain how we got to
where we are. Yes?"
"Lana was once Lance, one of our very best scientists. We had an
extremely good working relationship. I would go so far as to say we were
friends. Lance though was conflicted. Instead of enjoying the fruits of
our labours as I did, he fretted. He would speak long into the night
about 'playing god' and 'ethics'." Tony shook his head in world-weary
bemusement.
"Lance spoke too much. And instead of talking to me openly of his
conflicts, he spoke to the wrong people. Eventually I came to realise
that Lance was tying himself in knots. For him to keep on speaking
nonsensically as he did, I knew that it must be hiding something else.
"And then I realised. He wanted to be a woman! Yes, of course; The reason
he was so confused was because he himself wanted to be a sexy, sensual
girl, but his repressed, stubborn mind would not allow it. It made
perfect sense. This is why he developed the process in the first place,
yes?"
Tony was back in his element again.
"Lance was being prevented from attaining his true desire by his
intellectual defences, and so I decided to take them away from him and
make him, or, of course I should now say, 'her', truly happy!"
He paused looking down at Lana with a benevolent smile. "And she is.
Aren't you sweetpea?"
Lana nodded and closed her mouth around Tony's cock once again.
"You (Ah!) see," said Tony to Wynne again "Lana is now totally free to
enjoy the mmmmmmmost fundamental thing in life: Sex. We have aligned all
of her feelings. She wishes for opengnnnness and traaaansparency and now
she is entirely comfortable letting everyone know what she is and what
she wants." He stopped for a moment, eyes closed in pleasure as Lana
continued servicing him. He regained composure in a few moments,
maintaining incredible control of his words even as the tension in his
voice grew evermore.
"She is a slut and she wants to be fucked, simple as that! She wishes for
(uurrnnghhh!) freedom and self-determination, and now she is not
constrained in the slightest by guilt or social expectations. She can do
exactly what she wants, which is of course..." Tony halted for a moment
and then started ramming his cock hard down Lana's throat. He grunted as
he came, and spoke one last word with an animal growl "FUUUCCKKINGG!!"
Tony paused, catching his breath and then smiled to himself.
"Perspective is a funny thing isn't it?" he said with a laugh as Lana
cleaned him off with her tongue. "To Lana, she is free, and yet to me she
is a slave. I tell her to suck my cock and she does. I tell her to
present herself to be fucked and she does. She wants sex so much that she
will do anything for it. Follow any command that may lead to it. All
completely freely of course."
"The only drawback," he continued, "is that when we give a girl such an
insatiable desire that they can be used as fucktoys whenever a man
desires it, we can't then control who they will have sex with. Girls like
Lana will just give it away to any sick fuck. We can do loyal. We can do
fucktoy. But we haven't yet quite done loyal fucktoy; that perfect
balance of total devotion with total sexual pliability."
He paused for a moment in thought "Of course, if any of our clients ever
really became enamoured with Lana then we could re-programme her; make
her into a good little wife... but then she'd lose the sexual
adventurousness. Ah! Life's little difficulties!"
"Now, how about you little Wynne? Are you ready for me to fuck you?"
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