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Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Don't read if you are younger than 18 years old or not legally allowed to read adult material and all the usual disclaimers. Text in brackets [like this] is translated from barely decipherable lisp. A huge thank you to Oklaliz for the editing help. If you enjoy this, it is largely thanks to Oklaliz making it much more readable. Mistakes are mine, not his. This brings us to the end of Linna's story. Thank you to everyone who commented on the previous chapters. If anyone would like to write an alternative story, you have my permission. Please just provide it on a free site. I would look forward to reading it. Identify - Chapter 10 of 10 - Linna is Left Alone Linna's mind was in turmoil. Just like that, she was free. She was still in shock over this sudden turn of events. She dreamed of being free for so long. What would she do? She was a brainless, horny, bimbo more than half the time. How would she take care of things? She walked back to her bathroom and fingered the tattoo prominent on her humungous hooter marking her as Rory's property. "I'll have to get that taken off," she thought absentmindedly to herself. She felt a tingling in her titties reminding her it was time to treadmill train. She minced over to the treadmill still lost in thought and habitually hooked herself up. By the time she finished her three hours and seven miles on the treadmill, it was time to get herself to work. She was losing herself into her brainless bimbo mode anyway. It was two days later when she woke up from horny bimbo mode again. It dawned on her she was a free woman. Free, other than the curse of turning into a mindless bimbo later that day. She looked at the clock. 10:52 a.m. She only had an hour and eight minutes before she started going bimbo again. She had to fix this. She stood up on the ballet wedges she wore to bed and felt the cum start leaking from her vagina. She wiped the worst of it and headed for the door to her apartment. She refused to explore the memories of the last two days right now. She had to hurry before she was due on the treadmill. To her slight surprise, she found the door unlocked. She turned left toward the main residence. She had never been allowed down this hall before. Every day for the last five years, she had always turned down the stairs. What she found was a tastefully done mansion. In the main living room, she found four large widescreen TVs. She quickly discovered they could show various views of her apartment. She found a bedroom. It had what she was looking for an alarm clock. Grabbing the clock and unplugging it, she noticed she didn't have much time. She hurried back to her apartment, and plugged it in. She set the alarm to go off at 9 a.m. She needed to transition into more normal hours. She had just finished setting the alarm when she felt a tingling in her tits telling her it was treadmill time. As she walked with her normal exaggeratedly feminine posture, she explored her memories of the past two days. She discovered she had pretty much fallen into her old routine. When she was in the shower getting ready for work, she explored her pierced labia. It was rare that it was unlocked. Rory had gotten sick of unlocking it, so she left a key with Linna's work. Often she wouldn't be unlocked until arriving at work. The grommets were obviously permanent. However, in Linna's mind there was no need to ever put the locks back in. She needed sex to return from bimbo land, so why lock it up? It felt good to be able to completely clean her gash and her fingers quickly ramped up her arousal. Fighting the arousal, she dressed as normal for her job and took the bus. She realized she didn't have a driver's license anymore. Rory had insisted a bimbo like her needed a state ID, not a driver's license. She would have to go through the process again if she wanted to drive. She bitterly wondered if she could drive with her ballet heels. She needed a job tonight allowing her to return tomorrow. She held on to enough of herself to insist on the frat house orgy job. Her bosses were somewhat surprised as she usually would submissively take whatever they hand her. To her relief, they were OK with giving her that assignment. The next morning the alarm went off annoyingly early. Quickly exploring her memories, she realized she hadn't gotten home until after 4 a.m. She finished cleaning up and went to bed at nearly 5 a.m. Four hours of sleep wasn't much to go on, but she needed time to explore the rest of the house. She reset the alarm for the next morning and headed out. Without even getting dressed, she began exploring the mansion. She fairly quickly found Rory's study. She found a computer. She was surprised at how much technology had changed in the last five years. A sticky note on the monitor said: Username: Mistress Password: Linnaisaslut Linna rolled her eyes and logged in. She found the financial books. Rory kept detailed, meticulous books. She found a file with all the bank information. She was able to decrypt it using the same password as the login. She found what Rory said was true. Through long-term contracts Rory had setup, Linna was making a bit over 50 grand a month. All of the bills appeared to be on auto-pay. There wasn't much that needed taking care of. Startled, she noticed the time. She only had 10 minutes to be on the treadmill or her hooters will start hurting. She hurried back to her routine. While exercising, she let her mind process even as it slowly returned to bimbo. She came to the conclusion she would have to continue her routine of sex and selling sex recordings. She had to continue to make payments on the mansion. She also needed something to ensure she would return to consciousness every day. She needed some early afternoon 'side fucks' before she lost herself to bimbo mode completely. She also needed to be free of this mortgage. Without a mortgage, she wouldn't need a lot of income to keep things running. She could cut out some of the annoying things Rory had setup. She really wanted to be free of the porn filming from all the cameras and her Sunday night and Monday night orgies on film. Over the next week, Linna worked diligently every morning. She figured out all the financial arrangements Rory setup. She made sure the income stream kept coming in. She revised the mortgage payment plan such that the property would be paid off in only five years instead of 25. She didn't have very much left over after expenses, but there was an end in sight and a goal to work toward. With only three cogent hours out of every 24, it wasn't much of a life. She was determined to get what she could out of it. Over the next five years, Linna slowly explored Rory's old mansion and made modifications where she could. She found she could reduce the treadmill training by upping the pace. The computer control mandated she go seven miles. It also mandated a five-percent upward slope. She could do it in five hours or any lesser amount of time. She slowly worked up to a pace of just over two hours. She also found she could start earlier if she wanted. It just required she do it every day, and she had to start by noon. She became a licensed massage therapist and found five large businesses that would let her come in once a week and offer her services between 2 p.m and 5 p.m for 15 minute massages. It didn't take her long to find a dozen men at each office who were happy to have her massage their pecker with her pussy. She found those that were willing to pay $100 for it. With Linna's well- practiced skill and her bimbo-mode ramping up, she could have their cocks cum in her cooze well before the 15 minutes were up. This ensured that five days a week she had at least 10 pricks paint her pussy before she showed up for her night job. This guaranteed she wouldn't remain a bimbo the next day. Once she paid off the house, she cut her escort services to Friday, Saturday and Sunday night. They were the busiest and highest paying nights anyway. With her "massage" business giving her what she needed five days a week, the escort service wasn't needed. Working extra only meant she would pay Rory more. She found ways to direct her bimbo side. By setting her bimbo side on a path to an early night with a guy of her choice, she could get the submissive bimbo personality to go along with the plan. It worked most nights anyway. When it worked, she was in bed earlier and more rested the next day. Unfortunately, she found her bimbo side seemed to be merging with her rational side as well. She often found herself daydreaming about sex or masturbating even before noon. Her typical Monday through Thursday night involved going to a nicer bar before she faded out completely. She would start to hook up with a guy. Early in the conversation, she would tell him if he played his cards right, he could come to her house and fuck her brains out. When her submissive side took over, if the guy took the bait and moved her in that direction, bimbo Linna would readily follow through with the plan. This usually allowed her to fall asleep as early as possible, preferably with the guy's cock buried in her cunt. When he inevitably got up to make his exit, it would wake her up. Then she would have much of the morning with mostly coherent thoughts to work on living her life. It was the second or third trip to the salon after her divorce that she asked about laser tattoo removal. The women at the salon directed her to a nearby laser removal clinic. Over the next few weeks, Linna was able to remove the tattoo marking her as Rory's property. Linna asked about trying to remove the rest. With the more than a hundred visits to the tattoo parlor filling her face with ink, removal would be difficult if not impossible. They told her with the thin skin of her face and the amount of ink placed over the years, removal was essentially impossible. She had to admit, it was a timesaver. Her bimbo side habitually continued to visit the tattoo parlor ever other week to have her tattooed makeup refreshed. Linna tried several times to wear tops that covered more. They always felt uncomfortable and left her feeling uneasy until she took them off. She felt relief when she replaced them with her 'normal' low-cut tops. She also tried several times to wear pants or looser skirts. She would get anxious just by putting them on. After a few minutes would be on the verge of an anxiety attack. She always calmed right back down as soon as she was 'safely' in her tight hobble skirts. She experimented with skipping her daily enema. With her constant butt plug, this too turned out to be a disaster. The plug became disgusting. She always felt full back there due to the plug. She couldn't tell when she really had to poop until it was almost too late. She quickly returned to her daily enemas. As long as she would wear the plug, they weren't really optional. Her next experiment was to get rid of her plug. Her sphincter was so stretched out from the constant plug usage, it wouldn't close anymore without a plug. Her ass constantly leaked. She didn't like the feeling (or the smell), so she experimented with a smaller plug. This proved to be as uncomfortable as skipping the enema had been. She had to constantly clench or it would start to fall out. As soon as she reverted to her bimbo-mode, her bimbo side sought out the biggest plug she could find. This undid any progress she made earlier in the day. She soon gave up. She tried some more normal six-inch pumps. She found her toes could no longer bend to be anything other than en pointe. She tried for several days, but eventually gave up. She realized all the modifications to her body were essentially permanent. She asked around for recommendations for plastic surgeons to work on her breasts. Some of the ladies at the salon told her about a specialist. Given Linna's appearance, they thought she was looking to go even bigger. Their recommendation specialized in large implants. She explained to the doctor that she had some hardware in her breasts that she wanted removed. They couldn't do an MRI without taking off her titanium corset. Her titanium corset was permanently locked. So, they tried an ultrasound instead. Linna had to cancel her normal appointments that day so she would have time to come into the doctor's office. She did her treadmill time early. Her appointment was for 2 p.m. Of course the doctor was running late. By the time they were actually performing the ultrasound it was 4 p.m. The specialist showed the increasingly horny slowly bimboizing Linna how her tit tasers were fused to her ribcage. He was convinced they wouldn't come out without cutting some bone. He also showed her how the wires from the taser were embedded in her nerves. Cutting them out could leave her with nerve damage and loss of sensation to her boobs. As the meeting continued Linna's bimbo side took over. She soon found herself on her knees sucking the specialist's cock as her rational mind faded away. She awoke late in the morning two months later. She tried to roll over but instead felt a tremendous weight on her chest preventing her from moving. Her view downward was blocked by enormous breasts. She had to be dreaming. She pinched herself. She was awake. Then she grabbed a breast. They were really hers. Her angry shriek echoed through the empty house. Terrified she explored her memories. This had to be a mistake. Her memories told her she had ended up in bed with the doctor. She obviously didn't get a chance for enough cocks in her cooch that day. This left her in bimbo mode the next day. Exploring further, she found bimbo Linna had changed the topic from removing the tasers to increasing her tits. The doctor assured her adding implants would be no problem. He just didn't think there would be a high success rate in removing her tasers. She found bimbo Linna had royally screwed her over. "How large would you like you implants to be?" the doctor had asked. ["I, like, want them so big. Big titties make it hard to walk,"] bimbo Linna lisped. The doctor and the bimbo discussed size for a while. The doctor got a clear idea of just how huge bimbo Linna was thinking. He told her about complications and care while she insisted on sucking his dick. She hardly listened. She certainly didn't pay attention to what he was saying. She focused on sucking his stiff tool. Bimbo Linna's attention was suddenly focused when the doctor said that she would have to spend a few days in the hospital recovering. She tried to explain to the doctor about her required treadmill time. He didn't really understand her explanation, but he suggested that he could fix it. Soon she and the doctor were over at her house. He eventually found the computer that controlled her treadmill time. After poking at the computer for a while, he finally understood what she was trying to tell him. "Ingenious and diabolical," he thought. After investigating further, he concluded that he couldn't pause the treadmill time, but he could make her do it early. The doctor explained her augmentation goals some more. Like the good little bimbo that she is, she agreed to everything he said. The doctor assured her that he would take care of everything. He used Linna's computer to email all of her regular clients that she was going to take a two month vacation. Then the doctor and Linna fucked late into the night. The next morning, bimbo Linna awoke to a drill sergeant of a nurse. Early morning treadmill time followed by a quick trip to the clinic. A stack of paperwork to sign then a general anesthetic had bimbo Linna waking up with her chest tightly wrapped. The doctor explained that to get the size she was after, they would have to slowly fill and stretch her boobs. The first step was completed with the installation of special high-strength expander implants like Beshine has. He gave each boob an initial fill of 1500 cc. Bimbo Linna really didn't understand what he was saying, but nodded happily anyway. Linna was whisked back home by the nurse and exercised vigorously over the next several days. She averaged six treadmill sessions a day. By the time the 10 days had passed, she had built up an exercise surplus of 50 days. Linna returned to the clinic. After more paperwork and more anesthesia, Linna woke up lying on her belly. Her hips and butt were tightly contained in spandex shorts. Her breasts hung heavily through two large holes in the bed. Her head was supported on her forehead but she faced straight toward the floor. Two feet came into view. The doctor bent down and looked at her. "The surgery went perfectly," he said. "We were able to implant a bit over 600 cc implants into each butt cheek. You will look amazing when the swelling goes down. We have also filled your breasts to 3000 cc. When you can get up and move around we'll have to see if we've met your goal of barely walking yet." After a couple of days of bedrest, Linna's chest was tightly wrapped to prevent her breasts from shifting. They helped her to stand en point on her ballet shoes. After a few minutes she was able to balance and take a few teetering steps. Her butt and chest were extremely sore. Her entire center of gravity was off. Her ass swung far more with each step and her chest pulled her forward. "Great! We aren't there yet," said the doctor. By the time two weeks had passed each of her breasts had been filled with 5000 cc of saline. Linna was finally allowed to sit on her newly enlarged ass. She needed help to stand and balance. The doctor was confident that in time, she would balance enough to walk. He didn't think she could take much more and still walk given her corset and shoes. The saline in her breasts was drained and replaced with 5500 cc of permanent gel. Her filling ports were removed. You could hardly see the incision near her armpits where the implants were inserted. Linna was sent home to recover and to relearn how to walk. Another week passed and her breasts were unwrapped and regularly massaged. Each implant was almost 12 pounds. Every day she struggled to relearn to walk. She was so top heavy. Her bimbo side loved it. The massages of her breasts turned her on and she craved sex. She masturbated frequently. The doctor and one of the nurses came over regularly to "help her out" and take advantage of her sex obsessed state. While she was recovering, the doctor helped her order a completely new wardrobe. None of her old clothing would fit her enhanced physique. They ordered a new set of hobble skirts that were tight enough she could barely squeeze into them. They held her knees together and hugged the curves of her enhanced ass. Squeezing into them on felt like stuffing sausage. She had to have her shirts specially tailored. She needed special zippered or laced tops to fit over her giant tits but still hug her tiny waist. Her tops all showed miles of cleavage. She risked popping out of her low cut tops with every deep breath. Her new shirts strained to contain new jugs making her piercings even more prominent. Six weeks after she received her ass implants, her breasts were tightly wrapped for exercise. She tried to do her treadmill. She started with wedge heels instead of her usual spike heel. Even with the tight wrapping, the numerous small fast steps made her new boobs hurt. She spent the entire time struggling for balance. Between the extreme heels and the extra weight on top, she was always on the verge of falling. The taser shocked her tits almost as much as when Rory first introduced her to the treadmill. She could barely finish. It took her an extra day to recover before she could try it again. The second time back on the treadmill was as bad as the first. Once again she rested an extra day before trying again. The third time she completed her treadmill exercises the doctor told her it was time to return to work. She returned to her regular penis massage appointments. Her clients were amazed and impressed by her new proportions. Her job also gave her the required number of fucks in her snatch to awaken the next day. These memories cascaded upon the helpless rational Linna. She struggled to get out of bed. The additional 24 pounds of breast and 3 extra pounds in her ass made even rolling over a struggle. Standing, they shoved her center of balance even further off. She teetered barely able to stand. Each step was a fight against gravity for balance. ["Why, oh why did that stupid bimbo screw me over like this?"] she wailed to her empty house. Her new boobs remained perky thanks to the special gel in her implants and the constant lift and support from the titanium corset. They sagged less than before due to the additional pressure of the implants. The implants lifted and stretched her naturally humungous mammaries into almost spherical shapes bigger than basketballs. A week after her return to work she was forced back to daily exercise on the treadmill by the relentless computer. The treadmill was hell. She had to find a way to support her massive melons while hurrying with her tiny steps. She had to keep up the relentless pace and five percent slope the computer imposed. Over time, the pain slowly went down. She struggled to balance with the additional weight. A month after she went back to work, she had returned to her 'normal' spiked heel ballet shoes for her treadmill time. Her breasts were more than nine pounds each before the surgery. With the surgery, each breast was a whopping 21 pounds. They always threatened to pull the tiny girl over forward. There wasn't an adequate size to describe her extreme bosom. With her new proportions, she was able to walk, but always felt on the verge of tipping over forward. Linna's logical side (the remnant of Joe that remained) hated her new boobs. Everyday tasks became a struggle. Linna found that fastening her heels or finding something that fell on the floor had to be accomplished by feel. She couldn't see down anymore. With her clipped eyelids preventing her from looking up, her view was limited above and below. She also found that simple things like boarding a bus or riding an elevator had become difficult. Many places couldn't adequately accommodate someone of her proportions. Basic actions like turning around would accidentally spill items on tables. She would sweep things away with her huge knockers. Her bimbo side loved them. She would giggle every time they knocked into something. She loved the attention they would constantly attract. Just as her bimbo side had requested, the doctor had made them big enough she could just barely walk. She could never come close to the walking pace she had before. A year after returning to her spike heels, she could finish her workout in just over two and a half hours. Almost a normal person's walking pace! Her gigantic chest thrust out proudly when she walked, shoulders back, just as the computer's training dictated. It was fortunate that her corset provided some support as she could never find a bra big enough for her colossal udders. The rigid corset is also the only thing that saved her from severe back problems. Rational Linna resolved to avoid any more plastic surgeons. Who knows what trouble bimbo Linna would cause? "At least when I concentrate I can still close my lips even if I can't fully open my eyes", she thought to herself. "Who knows if that would be possible if I visited another surgeon?" The birthday on her state ID was the same when she was male. She was 19 when she transformed. She made her final house payment on her 30th birthday. She was making enough on the 'massage' business that she didn't renew the porn site contracts. With a sense of relief she finally deactivated the cameras throughout the house. She studied herself intently in the mirror. She couldn't possibly look a day over 20, she decided. Despite the blown up boobs, the crushed torso, the puffy lips, and the permanently overdone makeup, she decided that she actually looked quite pretty. If she hadn't known her true age, she would have insisted that she was somewhere in the late teens. She found in her shortest ballet shoes, she stood five foot nine. She figured she was probably five foot two if she were still able to stand flat-footed. In her tallest shoes, she stood well over six foot tall. Narrow four- inch platforms on the pointed toe box and twelve-inch heels added the extra height. She found she measured 42 inches around her bubble butt and shapely hips. Her enormous bubble ass stretched the skirts she struggled to fasten. Her titanium corset enforced a 14-inch outside dimension. Her chest just below the top of the corset where the shelf bra began was tight at 36 inches. Measuring around her boobs just below her pointy pierced nipples measured a full 67 inches. Her nipples protruded nearly a full two inches from her monstrous mammaries. The tips of her nipples led the rest of her body into any room by a full 15 inches. She couldn't turn her head much due to the tight steel collar welded to her neck. She looked at her profile from behind using mirrors. She pushed aside the platinum blond curls cascading down to reveal her shapely behind. She could clearly see the sides of her boobs poking out from her tiny torso. They had to extend beyond her torso at least four inches to each side. No way around it, they were massive. On a scale, she found that she weighed around 163 pounds. Subtracting her 20 pound permanent titanium corset, 2 pounds for her steel reinforced shoes, 42 pounds for her enhanced boobs, 3 pounds for her enhanced ass, 2 pounds for her collar, 3 pounds for her butt plug, and a pound for all the permanent jewelry would leave her a frail 90 pounds could she ever shed herself of all the permanently attached extras. Her boobs and ass weighed half of what the rest of her body weighed. As her life continued, she found that she continued to age slowly. She only aged about a year every 10 years. After cutting the porn contracts, Linna moved into the main part of the house and really didn't venture into the apartment except for her treadmill time. She never saw Rory again. However, Rory checked in regularly to ensure she was getting the full 20 percent of Linna's income. Rory's contact was always via phone or more frequently as the years went by, email. She wondered if Rory had children and what happened to her. Linna grew to miss the fact she couldn't have kids. Due to the curse, she had to have sex with a lot of people and could never grow all that close to any one person. She couldn't really travel either as she had to keep her appointment with her treadmill every day. She often regretted that day when she choose to identify as what she became. Still, she made the most of the life she had. On the positive side, she never really aged or had health issues. One morning, she was taking stock of her life. "What do I have to show for myself? Best case, I wake up at 9 a.m. and start fading out at noon. I spend two hours on the treadmill. Then I have to fuck a bunch of clients just to return to myself the next morning. What kind of a life is this? I get at most three hours out of every 24 hours. What am I doing? I can't have a real relationship, I can't have children. I can't have a life." This line of thought continued to haunt her for some time. Finally she formed a plan. Linna found a financial firm that specialized in helping retired people keep their estate and monthly income. They would take care of all the taxes and bills. Out of her accumulated wealth and monthly payments from her old family, they would provide her with a monthly stipend while protecting the principle. It was more than adequate for her bus pass, clothing, visits to the tattoo parlor, salon, and miscellaneous spending money. She wouldn't have to worry about losing her home, or the electricity being cut off. She really wouldn't have to worry about money anymore. After ensuring she wouldn't be homeless or destitute, Linna implemented the next phase of her plan. She really didn't want to keep worrying about her sex-filled meaningless life. She had ordered some small, ultra-secure, titanium composite locks that were supposed to be uncuttable. They had a microchip key. When the key was inserted into the lock, the replaceable battery on the key would power the lock. The 4096-bit key programed into the lock had to exactly match the key's code. If the key didn't match, the lock wouldn't allow another attempt for a full minute. If they codes matched, the battery on the key would power the release mechanism in the locks. She ordered six of their smallest locks all coded to the same key. The company promised her the key wouldn't be stored in their system and was completely random. The company insisted on sending two keys because if one was lost or broken, the locks would never open. Hard as diamond and tough as titanium, they assured her cutting the locks was nearly impossible. One morning, she took out a ribbed cylinder about eight inches long, two and a half inches wide. The cylinder was hollow with an end that would detach. She took out the locks, unlocked and opened them all. She removed the batteries from both keys. Then she dropped both keys into the large cylinder. She carefully filled the cylinder with high strength epoxy. She screwed on the end of the shaft forming an almost seamless cylinder rounded at both ends and four pounds fully filled. She quickly wiped off the excess epoxy that came out when she closed the cap. She let the whole thing cure. The fast set epoxy said it would reach initial cure in an hour. She spent the hour masturbating and playing with her pierced and grommeted labia. By the time the timer went off announcing initial cure was complete, she had brought herself to orgasm four or five times. "I'm going to miss this part," she thought to herself. She felt the cylinder and while it was warm, it wouldn't burn her. She began to work it into her twat. She was used to large cocks filling her cunt, but this thing was huge. She lost herself in the pleasure of working the giant phallus in. Bringing herself to another orgasm, she got it all the way in. "The moment of truth," she thought to herself. "Am I sure I want to go through with this?" Part of her screamed "No." Her non-bimbo self said, "I can't live this fraction of a life any longer." Before she changed her mind, she grabbed one of the high security locks. One at a time, she stretched her labia to close each lock. She inserted each of the six locks, one by one, over the giant shaft shoved in her snatch. One after another through the permanent grommets in her labia. As she got each one in place, she clicked them shut. Finally, she closed the last lock. She struggled to stand up with her skyscraper shoes, her punishing corset, her colossal cans, her tight collar, and now the enormous dildo. The shaft filled her gash more than full. She felt the enormous rod shift as she struggled to stand. She wondered if maybe she choose too large of a size. "Well, too late to back out now," she thought to herself. "I guess I will get used to it like everything else." She was wearing a tight ankle length hobble skirt today. She squatted down and pulled up the skirt. She shimmied it over her hips and fastened it tightly over her corseted waist. She was already wearing a semi- translucent, shimmering, fire engine red strappy top. The top stretched almost to the breaking point over her tremendous tits clearly outlining every piercing. Her twins started tingling telling her it was time for her treadmill. She found the enormous shaft caused her to want to walk bow-legged. The tight skirt kept her knees tightly together as she walked to her treadmill. She stretched her lips to fit in the enormous gag, tightened the harness, fasted the belt and cuffs to her wrists and started walking. With every step she felt the dildo shift in her cooze. She began to juice as she walked. The enormous dildo rubbed against the large heavy plug that habitually filled her ass. By the time she finished, her vagina was aching and flowing with need from the unusual rod filling her twat. There was nothing she could do to satisfy herself. She hurried through the rest of her routine, getting showered and redressed. Going pee was an unexpected challenge. The small locks held her outer lips tightly closed. Her lower lips were almost fused shut. The only path out that the liquid could find was the grommets themselves. The urine slowly trickled out the tiny gaps between the edges of the grommets and the shackles of the locks. She had informed all of her massage clients that she was discontinuing the massage business. Several of them had given her their cards in case she changed her mind. Instead, she let her teats lead her out of the house and to a bar. The shaft locked in her slit was making her almost pant with need. It didn't take her long to find someone willing to take her into a stall in the men's bathroom. He bent her over, pulled out her ass plug, and fucked her rear hole. She could feel his medium sized dick rubbing against the heavy dildo locked in her cunt as he fucked her. She moaned with each thrust. It brought her so close to orgasm. She could feel her stuffed pussy tingle with anticipation. He made one last thrust and came in her ass. The stimulation through the thin wall between her colon and cunt ramped up her need even more. She had to cum. Quickly she found another guy. This one had a bigger dick than the last one. She was sure she would cum this time. She panted with need. She moaned almost continually as he fucked her ass. She could feel the orgasm building. Her whole body tingled. Her pussy pulsed against the giant dildo in her cunt. As he shot his load, she almost screamed with need. She couldn't quite get over the crest. By the fourth guy, her increasingly bimbo brain instinctively knew she couldn't cum. Unless someone actually fucked her pussy, she wouldn't cum. She couldn't stop trying though. As another cock exploded in her ass, she screamed with frustration and need. She moaned in heat. With her senses overwhelmed, her non-bimbo mind faded out for the final time. With her slit secured, her old mind would never return. Nobody would ever fuck her cunny again. She would never cum again either. She would continually grow more horny. She would seek more and more men to take up in the ass in the hope that she would finally cum. She would suck thousands of cocks. For Joe's old personality, it was suicide by slut. There was only bimbo Linna, the cumslut. The cock hungry slut constantly on a quest for dicks to suck with her permanently painted pillowy lips. Always seeking cock to take up her surgically inflated bubble butt. The sex addicted caricature of a female with her skyscraper en pointe stilettos, giant udders, tiny waist, and tattooed makeup. Only the bimbo with 'bedroom' eyes, prominent piercings, and permanent collar, constantly craving cock would ever remain. The End