REPOST from the Monkey House: Traci's Story (m+/f, slut, transform, breast, etc.) 1/1

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Traci's Story
It had been a hard day at work, and I was glad to get home to
Tracy. She always has known how to make me feel better.
I should tell you a bit about Tracy first, I suppose. She is
the women that I love with all my heart. I new she was the one for me
the first time I lay eyes upon her, although she looked a whole lot
different back then.
After we had been together for several year, and it bceame
clear to me that we would be together for many more Tracy revealed her
submissive side to me. She wanted to do and be for me whatever I
wanted. To make a long story short, I have, with her full compliance
permision and participation, made her into the perfect women for me.
When I first me Tracy she was cute, but not spectacular. It
was her personality, spark and intelligence that drew me to her. Now
its all that and so much more.
Through certain contacts of mine in the medical field, I had
heard of a very special clinic, one that did rather radical plastic
surgery and makeovers for clients who were willing to pay their rather
exhorbitant rates. They guarenteed total safety and confidentialty to
their client, and had a reputation for delivering *exactly* what their
customers wanted.

It was two weeks until Tracy entered the clinic. We both had
to go in for some pre-process interviews and to sign some paperwork.
When we got there, we were seperated. Tracy was whisked off for what I
found out later was a complete physical exam and genetic typing, I was
quickly conducted to a small room with large window along one wall
that looked into another room. The doctor soon entered and had me take
a seat.
"We thought you might like to look at what our process does
before you make you're final decision. " said the doctor. "This is one
way glass, and we should be able to watch her without her knowing. She
should be in any minute."
"First of all you should know that your this woman has
completed every procedure we've had slated for her with flying
colours. The physical modifications turned out wonderfully, the
cosmetic ones went well also. The mental conditioning has brought her
compltely in line with what was requested. Thsi womens attitudes,
behaviors, tastes, and predilectiosn are now exactly how they werer
intended. And all this with no change to her basic personality
structure."
The doctor then showed me a picture of the women that I was
about to see, a picture taken before the process. He showed me a photo
of a blonde, cute but not beautiful. she was trim and slim, with about
B cup breasts. She was dressed in ordainary clothing, and looked like
a nice women.
Soon the door in the other room opened. When the women walked
into the room, I barely recognized her. The changes they had put her
through were enourmous! The most obvious change was her tits...they
were huge! Her former B cups had been augmented to what turned out to
be a FF cup! She was dressed in a tight blood-red jersey halter top
that hugged her big fat tits tightly, and ended right above her
midriff. Clearly visible through the clingly material were the
outlines of thick metal rings that now pierced her nipples.
Her waist narrowed dramatically and then flared out to a set
of lush fleshy hips and a full, rounded ass. A matching red skirt
stretched across her ample cheeks.The women's taught belly was circled
by a fine gold chain that threaded itself through the ring that
peirced her navel. Her legs were clad in red stockings with a seam up
the back held up by a red garter belt, and she walked easily in her
red pumps with a 7" heel.
"We allowed her to pick out her own cosmetic improvements once
the personality realignment and the physical changes were done," said
the doctor. "Obviously with her body improved as its been, her old
clothing won't fit her anymore. her sense of style has changed quite a
bit as well. All part of the mental conditioning."
Her formerly short nails were now about an inch and 1/2 long,
and painted the same coulour as her dress. They had worked on her face
as well. Her lips were now thick and full, and her eyebrows had a bit
more of an arch to them. Her hair had thickened as well, and flooded
down to her mid back in a white blonde cascade. Her ears were pierced
in about five places in each ear now, and a graduated set of gold
hoops hung from them. The largest ones scraped her shoulders as she
walked, with the smallest just barely encircling her earside.
The women walked across the room with a catlike stride, looked
around and took a seat on a sofa. We sat and watched her for a while.
The table in front of her was strewn with sex toys. Dildos and
vibrators of many different sizes littered the low coffee table.
Leaning forward, she examined the collection carelessly, then sat back
and smiled a devilish smile. Rising, she moved quickly to the door and
locked it, then returned to the table and selected a small vibrator.
She pulled her skirt up around her waist, revealing a pair of silk
panties that matched her skirt and top perfectly. She planted her
fanny on the couch and, obviously unaware that we were watching,
spread her legs wide.
"I think you'll start to see some of the more graphic
improvements soon. The hormones did wondrs for her genetailia as well
as her breasts. We acheived almost 500% growth in the pleasure center
area."
She started out by caressing her smooth, hairless inner thighs
with her long mailed hands, slowly caressing closer and closer to her
crotch. Finally her fingers began to toy with her crotch, and she
pulled aside the thin layer of silk to reveal her pussy. New gold
rings shone from the ring that pierced her enlarged clitoris, now the
size of the tip of a normal thumb. This lady's clitoral hood had not
grow with her clit, so the pulsing pink piece of pleasure-flesh
jutted out prominently. Her labial lips were glistening with wettness,
and as she pulled at her clit ring, she moaned softly.

Thew women worked the dildo in and out of her cunt with one
hand, while holding the little vibrator against her clit with the
other. The other dildo worked its way deeply in and out of her mouth,
courtesy only of her new mouth, tongue and throat control. It was
strange to watch, the dildo fucking her mouth stedaily with nothing
and no one holding on to it. She would suck it in until the fake balls
were nestled against her chin, then it would move out until she held
just the tip between her ruby red lips.

The five men each entered the room, jacked off into the
champagne glass, and then promptly left. The women was left alone with
the tall glass of sperm. She put down her magazine, picked up the
glass and without a second of hesitation, brought it up to her lips
and began to drink. What initially began as sips soon turn into gulps,
and she had soon drained the glass. She ran her tongue around the
inside of the rim of the glass, licking up every drop she could reach.

*********************

The changes started slowly. They were gradual, but noticable.
The first thing that happened was that almost all of her body hair
fell out. One day while she was in the shower, she just scrubbed it
off . Only the hair on her head, her eyebrows and eyelashs, and her
pubic hair remained. This left her body smooth and silky to the touch.
Her skin seemed to be whole lot more sensitive as well. Even wearing a
slik blouse was enough to make her nipples stand to attention.
The hair on her head began to grow a bit faster at this point,
as if the hair-growing resources of her body had been redirected. The
hair was coming in brown like Tracy's, but it was a deeper more
vibrant brown, a chestnut color, it was thick silky and healthy, with
a lot more body than before.
Tracy was really pleased with this first indication that the
process was doing something. "About damn time," she said as she
studied herself in the mirror. "At the rate this hair is growing,
it'll be down to my butt in no time!"
The next area where we saw some change was in her pussy.
Having spent a whole lot of time down there, I was the first to notice
anything. Her labial lips were getting fleshier and her moans seemed a
bit louder than usual when iu sucked and licked them. Her clit looked
swollen and red, over a the next couple of weeks, it began to peek
out from under its little hood of flesh. When I sucked on it Tracy
went crazy! She seemed to be interested in sex a bit more, and it
wasn't uncommon for her to initiate things with me rather than the
other way round.
Tracy also started to talk while we fucked, something she had
never done before. It started simply, with her occasionally crying
out for "More!" when were were fucking. Soon, with a small bit of
encouragement from me, she was becoming much more explicit in her
cries. "Oooooo, yeah...baby, suck on it...lick my pussy! God, you're
tongue feels so good!" she'd moan as I slurped away at her cunt.
Over the next few weeks the body changes really began to kick
in. They almost always happened while Tracy was sleeping, so we'd wake
up and assess the nights progress every morning.
First her nipples turned a deep wine color and started to
bloat, the aureaoles getting really puffy and swollen. The grew longer
and thicker as well, soon reaching an 1 ½ inches long and ½ inch thick
when erect. They got sensitive as hell, and it wasn't long before
Tracy could cum just from me sucking them. The aureoles grew as well,
to about 5 inches in diameter. Soon they covered almost the entire
surface of her breasts. It looked really strange for a while, but
Tracy didn't seem to mind as I licked and sucked my way across them.
Then the breast growth kicked in. And fast. Over a series of
14 nights, Tracy's bust grew. Grew is probably an understatement.
Unfortunatly for me, I had to leave town for two weeks on business
when this part of the change went down, but Tracy told me about it
later.
The first few morning she had noticed it it was a bit subtle,
but from day 3 on, the change was easily noticable each morning. It
became a ritual for Tracy every moring to see how much growth had
occurred over the last night. The doctors had warned us about this
period of the changes, and we had arranged for a leave of absence for
Tracy from her job. We couldn't buy her any bras for her new bust
until it had reached its full size, so she didn't go out much for
those two weeks. She kept a journal for me while I was gone, and to
this day it gets me hard as a rock to read it. It's full of notes like
"What do you think honey?" she asked me. A yellow knit sweater
was stretched over her chest, her nipples more than clearly visible.
She shook her upper body a bit, her mammoth breasts jiggling back and
forth. "Would you like to tit-fuck these?"
"Would I ever," I said hoarsely.
"Good," she said smiling lustily. "'Cause I've been dreaming
of that cock of yours buried between then for about three days." She
grasped at her tits roughly through the material of her sweater,
squeezing supple flesh with each hand. "Well then, stop fucking around
and get that luscious prick of yours out, lover. I want your fucking
cum ALL OVER my big titties..."
I unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock and beginning to
stroke it immediatly. Tracy pulled her sweater off over her head as
she walked toward me.
Tracy loved her new huge tits, and spent a large portion of
her first few days with them just caressing them, licking them,
sucking them...she could get both of her huge nipple to her mouth
easily. "I love to suck on them...they feel so good in my mouth."
Walking with the huge mounds of flesh on her chest seemed like it
would be a problem, but her backs muscles seemed to have shifted to
compensate. She could walk easily and comfortably.
"I can feel it getting harder and harder for me not to think
about sex," Traci told me. "Everywhere I go I just look at the mens
crotches and dream. I try to read and I just start thinking about you
filling me up and I lose my concentration. Its kind of scary," she
confided "but the more it happens the less it seems to bother me...it
feels so right, so perfect to think about cock, and sex and pussy all
the time. I mean of course I'm thinking about it...I want it, all the
time. Help me darling."
"How can I do that?" I inquired.
Her lush lips spilt into braod smile. " By using me...treating
me the way I want to be treated. These procedures have given me all
the physical tools I need to be the fantasy girl that both you and I
want me to become." As if to illustrate this point she plumped her
mammoth tits suggestively. "But I can't get to that potential if you
persist in treating me like before!"

Tracy was in the living room when I got home. She had a porno
movie going on the vcr and was intently watching it.
Tracy had her legs spread wide, and her skirt hiked up, and
she was sliding a large rubber dildo slowly in and out of her pussy. I
moved up close to her head and took out my cock. Her eyes were fixed
on the screen...she didn't even notice me! I began to stroke my prick
and ove toward her. As I touched my cock to her ruby red lips, the
only indication she gave that she was paying any attention to me at
all was that she parted her lips and began to lick me. Her eyes
remained fixed on the fucking on the TV screen as I slowly slid my
dick into her mouth.
Soon I was pumping away fucking her mouth from a bit to the
side so I wouldn't block her view of the fuck film. She was making
little contented noises as I slid smothly in and out of her mouth, and
she was soon timing her dildo thrust to me mine. Occasionally Tracy's
eyes would flicker to meet mine, and the look of empty raw lust in
them drove me crazy.
It wasn't long before I came. Tracy's mouth filled with my
cum, and it spilled out of the corners of her mouth, drooling down her
cheeks and chin. She suckled on my softening prick, drawing out every
last bit of semen

Tracy has really gotten into the slut role! She's started to
spell her name "Traci," with an "i" instead of a "y" now. She thinks
its sexier. Between my own treatment of her and her own self motivated
behavior alterations, my Traci has undergone quite a personality
change in the last month. Slowly but surely, Traci is erasing any
traces of the gentillity in which she had been brought up. Her speech
patterns her body language, all are shifting away from poised young
genteel young lady, toward white-trash whore. With the increased
tendon strength that the treatment gave her, she can to wear heels all
the time now. She likes to wear at least 4" inch ones, but she really
likes the 6 inch and higher ones the best. When she walks now, her
liquid hips shift from side to side seductively, and her tits jiggle
ever so slightly. She never just stands, she always poses.
She loves to surprise me with new changes and improvements
she's making in herself, and it makes her so happey when she hits
another level in her transformation.
The first thing she did along this vein was in the area of
clothes. After her breast growth, she naturally needed almost an
entirely new wardrobe. I figured that she'd want clothing like she was
used to wearing, but Tracy surprised me with the clothes that she
began to purchase. Gone were the elegant but simple garments of
before. She ditched her old clothes entirely. Honestly most of it
didn't fit her inproved body anymore anyway. When it came to buying
new stuff, she went crazy. Almost everything she owns now is
skin-tight, and she especially loves rubber, lycra and plastic. She
gets them specially made so that they breathe. Skirts, halter tops,
cat-suits, everything, in a whole rainbow of colors.
"I love being wrapped in all that artificial material," she
says. "I feel like I'm a package waiting to be unwrapped. It helps me
act the way I want to be...plastic, a vessel to be filled by fingers,
cocks and cum."
After that came a few peircings.
Tatooing was next. She started small, getting the words "cock
whore" tatooed just above her pussy. Next was an band of the word
"cumslut" tattooed around her ankle. I soon came home to find matching
bands gracing her other ankle and her wrists. Then she went and got
the big ones done.
In the middle of Traci's lower back is now a splendid
representation of herself with two huge cocks stuffed into her pussy
and asshole, with another one jammed down her throat. The tatoo artist
really captured the image of her. Traci told me thats because she let
three of the guy's co-workers fuck her, so that he could get the image
right. On the left cheek of her ass is another picture of herself,
this time just a head shot of Traci, her mouth open and tongue stuck
out as a cock cums all over her face. Her right cheek bears a picture
of Traci on her back, jamming a thick dildo in both her her pussy and
ass.
"Its amazing what you can get for a couple of blowjobs" she
said, touching up her makeup.

She loves to play the role of the empty headed sex kitten.
When we went out in public she loves the looks and whispers she gets
when this smartly dressed gentleman walks in to a place with a
big-titted slutty looking bimbo on his arm.
She's also given up reading and made me get rid of all of her
books. She stopped writing as well. She did have me acquire
subscriptions to about 10 different pornographic publications, all
hardcore.
"Sluts don't read or write," she said simply. "We have better
things to do...like lookin' at porno mags trying to get ideas on how
to please a man better."
Hearing her talk threw me a bit as well. Where as before her
vocabulary and speech had been erudite and educated, and all of that
was still intact, most of the time talking to her was like talking to
a whore. She never said "breasts" when she could say "tits" or "jugs",
"cunt" or "gash" or "fuck-hole" instead of "pussy". I quickly got used
to it when I realized that the old Tracy was accessable whenever I
wanted. I soon came to love the slutty and dirty things she says.
"Cum all over my face, lover," she'll say as my cock pops out
from between her lips, "Feed me your fucking cum...I have to have it,
lover..*slurp* I want to taste you and feel you blow your load all
over my fucking face...fill my mouth with it..." Needless to say, I
seldom have a problem complying.
It takes her almost and hour to do her hair and makeup in the
morning as well. She lacquers her thick lips heavily with lipstick,
outlining her eyes, curling and shaping her long brown hair to get the
exact effect she wants. She then usually has me blow a load on her
face, and massages it into her skin. Sometimes she "forgets" to rub
all of it in, and I'll catch her conspicuously scraping some remainder
into her mouth when we're in a public place.
Traci can be pretty evil when shen wants to. When I'm talking
to someone with Traci by my side, she'll slide one of her long-nailed
hands down to my crotch and start caressing my cock through my pants,
while I try to pretend not even to notice.

I think the spookiest part of the whole process was when I
realized that Traci's slut act was slowly but surely ceasing to be an
act. When I'd try to talk to her about any of the old thing sthat she
used to be interested in, she'd try to maintain the conversation, but
it was obvious she was just doing it to please me. Its hard to talk to
a woman who's long nailed hands are perpetually wandering to either
her crotch or yours. Her brain was acclimating to her new body, and
was cleaning house if you will. Day by day Tracy the intelligent
competant woman was being replaced with Traci-slut. The even spookier
thing was that Traci noticed it as well, and didn't seem to mind!
"My new body feels *so* good! I know I'm changing, but it all
feels so right...so proper..." she said, staring deeply into my eyes.
"I still love you, and I always will," she whispered, and I could tell
she meant it. Her manner then changed. She stood up and bent over,
looking at me through her legs. Her huge tits hung down, spilling from
her bra, almost obscuring her face.
"Now, get out that prick of yours and stuff it up my asshole,
lover...I've needed a big fat dick in my ass all day." As if to
illustrate this statement, she pulled her red silk panties aside and
easily slid two fingers deep into her cunt, pulled them out, and sank
them deep into her asshole.
I quickly obliged, and Traci's tight sphincter muscles milked
the cum from me in record time.

I can't count the number of business deals I've sealed with
Traci's help. I just invite the client or clients over to our house
and pretend to have something to do that leaves them alone with my
wife. With Traci's physique and skills, as well as her totally
depraved behavior, its not long before shes riding her asshole up and
down on their dick or smearing their cum all over her face.
Every now and then I'll pretend to "catch" Traci and the
client at it. I'll come into the room and feign shock as I find Tracy
bent over the couch, her fat whores ass sucking on the prick of the
client, or on her knees, cock thrust deep into her throat, nails
tickling the clients balls as they nestle against her chin. She loves
this because once some explaining is done, she inevitably ends up with
two cocks spewing all over face and tits, her rather than just one.
"It makes me feel so good when you use my ass, cunt and mouth
to get what you want," Traci says. "I want to be your fuck toy, a set
of holes for you to park your cock...or anybody elses cock...in. I
want to be seen as just ass, mouth, cunt and tits"

She's recently started to refer to herself in the third person
as well. She started out doing it just occasionally, while we were
fucking. It was "Traci loves to fuck!....Do you like to fuck Traci?"
but it soon began to spill over into her day to day speech. When I
asked her about it, she smiled a wide smile and said "Traci wants to
become just an object for you to use, a mouth, ass and cunt for you
to fill. She wants to be yours utterly, so she has decided to talk
like this because she is not really a person anymore so she has
decided to refer to herself as such. Don't you like the way Traci
talks now?" She asked poutily, her long nails stroking my rock hard
prick through my pants. She giggled as the answer became obvious, and
she slipped her hand down the front of my trousers to grasp my
hardness.
"Oooooooo," she cooed, "Traci sees that you DO like the way
she talks...would you like Traci-Slut to suck your big hard dick?"
"Yes" I said hoarsely looking directly into her beautiful
eyes.
"Ooooo, goody! Traci-Slut loves to feel you cock in her mouth
and throat..."
She dropped to her knees and within a minute my balls were
nestled against her chin and Traci was moaning contentedly to herself
around her mouthful of cock.

You should have seen her, her entire body encased in a black
PVC catsuit with zippers all over it (including one that ran around a
flap in her crotch). It clung to every curve of her body, from the fat
globes of her tits to the wide flare of her hips. Her tit rings were
outlined by the clinging garment, as were the rings in her pussy lips,
although you had to look a bit closer to see them. What was the casual
observer couldn't see were the two prongs built into the crotch, a 7"
one inserted into Tracy's pussy, and another 4" prong filling her
asshole.
"Traci loves how they squirm around inside her when she
walks...it keeps slutty Traci nice and loose, and hornier then hell,"
she says.
She wore elbow high gloves of the same PVC and knee-high black
plastic boots, pointed with seven inch stilletto heels. As she walked,
her wide round ass shifted from side to side sedectively. Her hair was
pulled back into a pony tail high on her head, help in place by a PVC
scrunchie. Large silver hoops hung from her ear-lobes.

As she bent over, I unzipped the zipper around that panel
that I mentioned earlier. As I peeled the flap down away from her
crotch, I pulled the two large prongs from her holes with a wet
slurping sound. As I removed the black rubber dildos, Traci's ass and
pussy hung gaping for a minute before her finely toned muscles took
over and they both slowly closed.
"Oooh..." she moaned "Now Traci's fuckholes are all empty and
lonely..."
Traci's ass sucked at my prick as she flexed her internal
muscles. I was moving in and out with long full strokes, and Traci was
humping her plush posterior back at me in rhythm with my thrusts.
I pulled my dick from her asshole with an audible pop and
quickly jammed the two rubber prongs back into Traci's holes, zipping
the panel shut to hold them in place.
"Mmmmmm..." Traci moaned "now Traci-cunt will have your cum in
her asshole all day...Traci loves that."

Tracy tilted her head back as I came, her mouth open wide. My
cum jetted out in thick white ropes, some landing in her mouth, more
splattering her lips and chin. The lower half of her face was covered
in my seed, and she smiled up at me as she began to suck the remains
from my now softening dick.
"Mmmmm...yes...feed Traci-Slut your cum! *schlurp* *smack*."
I shot picture after picture as Traci suckled me. She had
agreed to the pictures without a thought, even when I said I most post
some of them on the Internet.
"Them even more people can see what a perfect cockslave
Traci-Slut has become," she said proudly. I thought maybe she deserved
her own website after tonights performance.