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Continuity and Background:
This story takes place within the charming
dominion of
My influences come from the
writings and imagination of Benson and Gord as well
as fiction from mygagorder.com and thundrshark.
The prominent themes are humiliation, degradation, mental conditioning,
transformation, modification, bimbofication,
objectification, big boobs, huge lips, forced feeding, dehumanization, helpless
females, Dominant males, and long term suffering and servitude.
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About the Author: My hobbies include collecting, examining, and
designing. I sometimes come across
inspiring stories or goings-on about Cherish and have been asked by the
“Committee for the Preservation of the Historical Record of Proper Female
Deportment” (the CPHD) to assemble and detail these accounts for posterity.
Authorship Disclosure: The following material originates from
personal first-person observations, from video recordings, diaries, medical and
scientific notes and other privately held (and confidential) sources, as well
as from public town events and records.
I then transpose these accounts into the third person and pen these
tales in my free time. While this is
intended as a work of non-fiction for Cherish public record some dramatic and editorial license has been
taken to help increase readership interest.
Also, as I am extremely busy
not all of the gathered data can be included in each presentation. If you are an accredited researcher with a
genuine academic interest you may be allowed access to more extensive
information. In order to request this
more thorough (and graphically detailed) explanation of certain material
presented, please send your request (noting with which area of record your
particular interest lies) to Streuthanasia@gmail.com.
Alex’s new
Design
Prologue
Tammy was a sophomore college student, and had always been an underachiever. She didn’t study hard enough and wasted her time by milling around her dorm, chatting in IM and flirting with boys. She was 5’6” and 130lbs., had 34c breasts and long, black hair that fell down her back to rest around her shoulder blades. She was a very sonorous young woman, she played dark video games and generally just seemed to be waiting around for her life to change. She didn’t apply herself and was passive in conversation. In general, she was just what Alex Streuth was looking for.
Alex in his late 20s had already amassed a small fortune by developing a killer app during the e-com bubble and going public before it burst. He parlayed his new money into real estate and during his survey of new areas to invest in he had dabbled in biotech. He had always been slightly introverted and never really got to know any female friends, he regarded women as strange entities whom he never really socialized with. With all of his money he wished that he could just buy one, and it was then that his research forays into real estate and biotech landed him an offer to join the community of Cherish.
In just a small time Mr. Streuth had a nice estate in Cherish with all of the home amenities afforded an upstanding dues paying male member of the community. He had a wife assigned to him by the Cherish board and since he was still young and adventurous he was tasked to become one of Cherish’s scouts for new ‘talent’. His job was to troll college campuses around the nation and mark young women for eventual relocation to Cherish. They had to meet several criteria, but the most valuable was their pliability and malleability. While some men desired women who were headstrong they were certainly capable of recruiting such toys themselves, and then to break these women to their wills. Alex on the other hand was just trying to find women for the Cherish general pool who were not particularly beautiful or competent in life, plain, simple, and easily exploited.
He would find his targets and then research them, finding out their family and monetary connections. If they were adequately without means and not easily missed he would mark them for acquisition by a Cherish Relocation Team.
He was just finishing the paperwork on Tammy when he decided that he wanted her for himself, and didn’t want her assigned to the general pool of Cherish community females. So, he filled out a requisition form instead and had her processing debited to his Cherish account. It was all very businesslike really, he didn’t want to mess his hands, or get close to the girl, he just wanted her for himself. He hopped the next flight back to the West Coast and arrived in Cherish just as Tammy was being unloaded into the clinic.
Chapter 1, a design
perfected
Tammy woke up, groggy, the last thing she remembered she was wasting around her room, not doing her psychology homework and thinking about what a waste her life was. She wanted to get out and do something, she decided, instead of just spending all her time inside chatting on IM gossiping, and watching TV. What was she doing to do with her psychology degree anyway? Right now she just had that part time job at the drug store that paid minimum wage and she spent that money paying off her student loans. Maybe it would be better if she just dropped out of school because it was so expensive. She didn’t want to ask her parents for more money, she had her pride, she wasn’t going to talk to them because they didn’t understand her and she wanted to run her own life. Who did they think she was anyway? She was a grown woman of 22 and she wasn’t going to be told what to do by anyone. Still, she hadn’t talked to them since she had moved out 3 years ago and she regretted not even giving them her number or address. One of these days she would have to contact them again and set things different, but right now she was going to turn her life around and empower herself . . .
“Wakey wakey.” Someone said. Tammy snapped out of her half-sleeping reverie, resolving to make something of her life, although, that wasn’t her roommates voice, if that was one of Kirsty’s friends she was going to be pissed.
“Who the fuck is it!’ she tried to say, and then flicked her eyes open wider in frustration at her sleepiness, she tried again to say “What the fuck!” but instead all that came out was “Phhhllllbbb, phhhbbb, phb, phbb, phhblll” as she struggled to voice herself.
“Oh that’s so cute, and a great job Doc, ok looks good, its got my approval, classify it under object and deliver it to my servant’s entrance. Nice work.” This was Alex’s voice but not one that Tammy recognized, she was very confused now. She could see that she was lying down looking up at what appeared to be a hospital room, with strange people and smells. In fact the whole room had an unpleasant smell to it, a faint odor, like her face was in a toilet. Her mouth seemed to be drooling and she felt very woozy. Her heart raced and her breathing increased in fear, she didn’t notice it at first but her breathing felt a little weird, like her nose was stuffed up. She also felt a slight draft from behind.
The doctor smiled down at her but it didn’t seem to be a very pleasant smile and she felt herself lifted up by a few of the nurses. She couldn’t raise her head to look down and so just continued to look straight up but it felt as though they were putting her down into a crate that was packed with straw. As she was lowered she could see up to the nurses’ bosoms and was amazed at how large they were in comparison to the nurses’ waists. She couldn’t imagine how they could pick her up by themselves, unless of course, she weighed like 20 lbs.
The package was delivered to Mr. Streuth’s mansion, delivered in the back by the servant’s entrance and accepted into the confines of the luxurious home. Once inside the contents were unloaded and then placed inside a hall closet.
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Tammy struggled within the crate as it was shipped to the house, and then as it was unloaded she tried to struggle but she found that her arms and legs didn’t respond, she was horrified of her new surroundings and scared of all the changed and at how helpless she felt. She was placed onto a carpeted floor and then moved into a hall closet. She looked wide-eyed as she was left there like she was an object as the door was closed behind her. She noticed now after she was left alone in the dark that a small piece of paper or a small tag-like object was affixed to her side as she did the only thing she really could and rolled to the side. As far as she could tell she didn’t have any arms or legs anymore. She rolled around inside the space, which was much larger than the crate and tried to get a semblance of what was going on. The closet appeared to be about 3 feet deep, by 3 feet wide, and she couldn’t tell how high it was since there was no light. She struggled to roll around and use her head to prop herself up, she managed to sort of ‘sit’ herself up by pushing with her neck against the floor and then wedging the side of her face next to the doorframe. She tried to see if she could touch the doorknob and there, she could feel it slightly against the side of her head when she wiggled it a bit.
Just then the door opened and Tammy face-plopped down onto the carpet outside of the closet. It tasted really funny as she got a mouthful of it. Rather, she couldn’t taste it too well; maybe something was, well, something felt weird with her mouth. She couldn’t reach to feel it since her arms weren’t responding but she was pretty sure given the feel of her mouth on the carpet that something was wrong with it. Her nose appeared to be gone she gasped in horror. You take for granted the sight of your nose on a daily basis. She realized that she hadn’t notice it earlier because nothing seemed to be wrong but now, lying face down on the carpeted floor in a strange house with no nose, something definitely appeared to be fucking wrong. Her mouth felt . . . taller . . . and a little thinner. What the fuck is going on she thought. Just yesterday she had been living a normal fucking life and now here she was, at least she thought she was, maybe this was all some weird dream. She calmed somewhat and thought that must be it, any second now she would wake.
Chapter 2, the design
is explained
“Hello little one, I’m glad to finally be able to meet you formally, allow me to introduce myself.” A hand grabbed the back of her head and lifted her back up easily into the closet; she saw a boot, and a leg. The man walked into the closet and closed the door. “I see we have just got you moved in, we haven’t got you set-up yet, please allow me to help you.” The man flicked on the light and immediately Tammy could see herself in the full wall mirror in front of her. She could see her front, where her face was, all she had was a pair of eyes which peered back in shock at her and a horrible mockery of a mouth. Aghast in shock, Tammy fainted.
Tammy had been under the very skillful and imaginative surgical expertise of Doctor Herbert Spencer, one of the foremost men of medicine and bio-researchers in the world before he retired and entered private practice for Alex. A man of artistic vision he had begun entertaining ideas of human experimentation which had forced him to look for private funding. Alex was more than happy to fund the man he had grown to think could help him with problems of his own earlier in his life, before he found Cherish. Now that Alex was a ‘man of the cloth’ as the saying goes in Cherish, meaning that he was a member of this small and secretive community, he knew where Dr Spencer’s abilities and desires for experimental human research could be conducted.
Alex had been investigating the idea of new ways in which women could be put to use that put little to no time or maintenance pressure on the man of the household. Sure, he had maids and servants who could take care of his toys around the house but he wanted something private for his own which he could look after but which wouldn’t take much care, like a plant, or a fish. Better yet an object like a computer, you just plug it into a socket and occasionally you need to replace a part but it would faithfully serve asking for nothing until you scrapped it or got a newer, better one.
Tammy awoke a few moments later, and Alex yawned, “Ya-awn, ok, so, you’re probably wondering what happened well,” he came alert and started into a nice brisk pace of speech to the thing he held in his hands, eager to explain it all. As he talked he carefully watched her eyes for their reaction. “It’s a nice procedure that I’m rather proud of so let me describe it for you. Basically the goal is to take a normal, healthy, fully-functioning member of the female gender and reduce it to a utilitarian form. The main features, I won’t bore you with the ponderous details of the actual medical and pharmaceutical protocols are as follows.” Alex prodded her face with his fingers as he spoke “We have restructured your face to be more accepting of its function as a receiving orifice. Your nose was removed and your mouth was structured so that your lower face would more closely resemble a vagina. We used implants to adjust the walls of your facial uterus and we trivialized your vocal capacities so that you will only be capable of small non-human sounds such as gagging, moaning, and mewling.” Alex smiled down at her as she looked in horror at her face. “Next of course we had to adjust your breathing to compensate, after all it can’t be easy for you to intake oxygen while your upper vagina is full so we utilized an ingenious new experimental technique Dr Spencer developed which, I will not go into graphic details, but the short of it is that now your oxygen intake is through your rectum. You will still use that orifice for its normal functioning capacities as well, that of excrement evacuation, but we have added a small semi-permeable tube which leads from your rectum to your lungs. Air is allowed in but fluids and solids are kept out. The tube allows for normal but shallow breathing and when you excrete you will have to time your breaths, like when a human swallows. To help accommodate this new functionality we will be feeding you a liquid diet primarily to keep your stool soft, which should reduce the strain on your excretory system and help with air flow. Now this next part is particularly clever but in order to make full use of the restructuring we did to your rectum I decided to make another small addition. You may have noticed by now that when you breathe you can smell a faint odor, that is because while the semi-permeable membrane we inserted keeps liquids and solids out of your breathing tube it does not keep smells out. In order for this to be fully appreciated we had to transplant the olfactory glands that were removed in the facial widening process when we basically co-opted your nasal passage to accommodate more storage space in your head. Your olfactory glands were moved to your lower body near the small of your back and tied into your nerves and spine there. The ‘smell’ messages that they get from your intake of breath are therefore always going to contain the odor of whatever the air of your breathing tube contains, and the line from the nerves goes straight up to your brain. In order to facilitate this exchange of information along your spine some systems had to be removed, as you can see your arms and legs have been removed, this helps streamline the neural process in your body. As I said earlier you are to be a well-oiled machine, a fully-functional utilitarian object, a wet-dream of technology and synthesis of form and function. We didn’t want any extraneous parts. Anytime you have to make a bowel movement you will smell it, when the excrement passes through your anus the smell will be hotwired to your brain… Basically I want you to just think of it as though your nose were now in your ass. It makes it very difficult for you to smell anything else because the smell is ‘muffled’ by your ass and the smell should be almost ever present, unless you are given an enema it should be with you all the time.” Alex relaxed and smiled down at his creation.
“Mewww, meww, mewww!” Tammy continued to ‘scream’ in horror as Alex continued his tirade. She looked up at him through the mirror, pleading with her eyes and her cunt face, the muscles in her face still worked fine so when she tried to pout her facial vagina communicated it perfectly. If she were to smile, although it’s hard to conceive of why she would, but if she were, the crinkle in the skin around the lower half of her facial cunt would curl up a little and her facial sex would appear to smile. All in all her face was still very expressive, and her eyes and brain had not been changed at all.
“Now with all of these radical changes I didn’t want the original vagina and clit to distract from the streamlined utility of your new form. So we excised your clit and moved the nerve clusters to another part of your body. I have to say all in all it is a fine merge of form and function. Since your design expresses the desire for the primary function of your utility to be concerned with the upper half of your frame, I thought it prudent to condense the upward focus and maximize utility up top. Basically we wanted the top half of your structure to be the input, and the bottom half to be the output. As I said earlier you still have air intake down below but that’s internal on your part and I’m talking about external input.” He smiled devilishly down at her helpless form, she was really losing it now and was shaking and mewling and crying unabashedly. “So we transplanted your clit nerves to your uvula.
It’s a perfect marriage really, and I’m rather pleased with the design elegance. Instead of penetration occurring in your nether region it all occurs in your face, so it seemed perfectly natural to elect to have your stimulus derive from facial penetration. At this point in the design process, with your clit removed, we decided it would be simple enough to re-direct your liquid waste down to your rectum as well, since we had already included liquid protection on your breathing tube functionality. So after implementing that design it was a simple enough decision to transplant your vaginal lips to your facial lips, giving them more puffiness and extra pout. You will note the beautiful expressions your facial vagina is now capable of with its prominent lips.”
Alex grinned toothily, “The teeth were a total nonfactor so we removed those of course in the initial design plans. We weren’t sure whether to include the labia so we to keep it, it can always be removed later if it impedes the fulfillment of your primary function. You will note that it compliments your face quite nicely; I think it accents your eyes.” Alex paused to let his words sink in, and to admire the look on the horrified creatures face.
Your original vagina was sealed up surgically and induced to ‘heal’ up entirely so that it has closed over itself. Some of the nerves in your vagina were salvaged for transplantation in small clusters and encouraged to grow at different rates down your mouth and throat. If I were to draw a diagram of the side of your face it would show that the smallest amount of nerve bundles occur just inside your mouth, and then increase in density as they continue down your mouth and then into your throat, the ‘climax’ as it were occurs just at your throat entrance and coincides with the synergistic location of your uvulatic clit.
Alex smiled down at his helpless victim. He continued, “A most elegant design idea was implemented next, as part of what I felt was a nice way of coaxing initial cooperation more nerve clusters were fostered on the inside of your lips sort of as a ‘point of entry’ reward and to ensure a proper suction.”
His diatribe over Mr. Streuth wrung his hands and then glowingly placed them on the shoulders of the object in front of him. Tammy had listened with wide-eyed horror as she was described; the progressively more repulsive state of her body revealed to her until a wave of nausea overcame her.
She felt like she needed to throw up. As her nausea rose up in her she could smell the distinct acrid tang of bile as it rose in her throat, which confused her, because, and sensing her need Alex quickly moved her off the carpet, up onto a metal bowl, and then:
She puked, the fresh vomit shooting out of her anus and into the metal bowl beneath her, where it drained down into a lower area. Her anus had been tight and securely positioned against the metal, with the opening seemingly designed to accommodate her ‘sitting’ in it. She found new fear as she realized this was most likely a permanent perch. Alex stroked her hair and cooed at her performance as he fitted her body into the harness straps. He made a mental note to congratulate the Doctor on the successful implementation of that last design feature, one he thought would be too difficult to implement, ensuring that puke would never touch a cock once it had entered the vagina.
“Can you smell it?” He asked cruelly. The turned up ‘nose’ on her face indicated to him that she could indeed, that her throw-up was dripping out of her ass and into the tank below the bowl, and that her air intake was breathing in the horrible smell. In fact her ‘nose’ was now securely positioned, by design, so that the only smells she would receive would come from down in the tank beneath which she had her waste end deposited upon.
“Well then, let’s get you into position shall we?” Alex said cheerfully to his utility unit. With that he made sure that her anal opening was positioned over the bowl, kind of like sitting her on a toilet except this was more enveloping, to help assure her balance. He then strapped a soft bar around her midsection so that her torso was supported; her breasts sadly had to be removed to ensure full utility, but he tightened the straps he had already fastened to her.
Her facial vagina (hereafter referred to simply as ‘vagina’) was about proper waist height on a man. He pushed a button and the platform lowered into the ground. He smiled at her and swung support molding which had been hidden in the walls around the side of her so that her body was hidden from view, her ass and breathing were secure to function down below, her droppings and waste would drain even further below; into a pit which could be emptied only by Alex, and he would only be emptying it only very rarely. In the meantime it would fill with Tammy’s waste, her shit, piss and vomit, and the stench would build up forcing her to retch again, or try to, into the same container.
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The supports in place, Alex pulled his pants down and pressed the switch which turned the lights off, this time allowing a soft cool low light to replace it, bathing the area in a dim sensuous light. “This is where your station is, you will not require much to maintain, and no one else will ever need to visit or interact with you. I probably won’t ever speak to you again; I will just use you, fulfilling the design, completing the perfect mate of form and function. It has often plagued me as to why women exist on this earth, and it has finally come to me that they are here to function as receptacles of men, to take their cum… But . . . “ and here he smiled devilishly “in order to make the perfect receptacle one has to not just stop there.”
Alex swiftly pulled his pants down and turned around so that his ass faced Tammy’s vagina. Tammy watched in sheer horror as his ass drew closer to her vagina. Her perfectly functioning vagina clammed shut as she closed her jaw muscles tight in reaction to his sitting down. Her enlarged mouth would have fit perfectly around his ass, the reward for touching her open lips to his skin, thereby making a perfect vacuum surrounding his sphincter would have been too much to resist. But all of the incentives for her to keep her lips secure to his ass were useless so long as she kept her vaginal face shut. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined not to cede this last bit of control she had.
Alex just relaxed in his position, the majority of his weight resting on the plastic support structures surrounding the reduced form beneath him. He smiled as he took out the newspaper he had been reading earlier and put on his reading glasses. He hummed to himself as he ignored the receptacle beneath him, confident in its design. His penis relaxed from the hard-on he had been developing earlier as he had talked to the thing. Its drooping form relax into the urinal shaped container in front of him, which guided the urine he was now releasing back towards Tammy’s vagina.
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She was breathing raggedly now down below, extremely scared and horrified at her situation . . . She didn’t know why, her vagina was crimped shut, but, the muscles in her jaw began to tire. Why? This was absurd, and Tammy was horrified to have to open it, no, she wouldn’t do that.
Alex whistled tunelessly, smiling as he mentally went over
the flaws they introduced into her jaw in his final design, an elegant solution
if ever he had thought of one. Tammy
tried her hardest to keep her vagina closed but her jaw muscles were getting
very tired, she had never had trouble keeping her mouth shut before, but, it
felt as though by closing her mouth
she was having to work her jaw muscle, and by opening it, her jaw relaxed.
In horror she surrendered to the inevitable outcome, the moment she dreaded with each passing second, as Alex’s sphincter, with utter clarity and in anticipation of her capitulation opened wide and time stood still. In slow-motion, Tammy’s jaw relaxed all the way, her vagina opening like a beautiful flower, ready to be plucked, the seal completed, total and full suction was achieved, a golden aura of pleasure immediately passing into Tammy’s brain as her lips adhered to Alex’s ass. The nerve clusters in her lips were huge incentive for her to maintain a full wide-eyes, attentive audience to Alex’s sermon: With a mighty invective and with violent eruption, Alex expelled mightily into Tammy’s receptive maw. In shame she cringed as it neared her vaginal opening, the foul brown poised to penetrate her pink, in sheer terror she willed it to go away, unable to stop looking at its impending descent into her helpless vagina.
Her tongue had been removed, why the hell hadn’t Tammy noticed it before? Her fucking tongue, She worked the muscles which would normally employ her tongue and nothing, her last line of defense was gone. Alex defecated atop his prize, spewing forth a glistening and copious amount of brown waste to be passed down for processing, beginning its journey into Tammy’s horrified and complicit mouth.
Two things happened at once:
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No, I can’t, but, oh, oh, mmmmmm, mmmmmhmm, the pleasure from the transplanted nerves in her lips were making her so wet, and now she could feel more pleasure from her new vagina as it salivated, the entering ‘food’ touching off more nerve endings along its route..
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She retched dryly into her bucket down below as she knew immediately that her taste buds had been grafted onto the inside of her mouth, and in copious amounts. As the shit penetrated her deeper, soiling the inside of her face-vagina she tasted it fully; the taste exploded in her brain, washing away all other sensation momentarily as her brain screamed out in agony
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It dripped down into her vagina, and, in even more horror the further realization hit her: when it passed further into the vagina it felt better, her vagina responded to its presence, its feel, as the solid waste continued further into her, sending pleasure signals to her brain.
The pleasure grew, as Alex’s waste penetrated further into her vagina, ready for processing, reaching her throat. Pleasure nerves transplanted from her original vagina grew more dense, as Alex had described. As the invading shit continued its descent into the receptacle, entering at her input port and fully conquering her face, it demanded to be let into the throat.
Knocking insistently at the entrance, her throat, the prize, Alex gazed intently at her throat muscles, waiting for the convulsion. Her uvula demanded that she swallow, she tried to gag, it tasted so fucking awful, oh god it was terrible, maybe she could employ her throat’s gag reflex, but… her clit, her uvula, oh, it felt so good, ticking at it, beckoning so much pleasure, if only she, offering her pleasure, if only she just, just had a little bit, just a little bit of the pleasure from allowing it to enter further into her.
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The pleasure was growing as the nerve endings grew denser the further down it progressed. Alex smiled happily as he pushed another load out and flipped to the next page in the paper, he was sure it would be soon, he didn’t need to watch . . . The process was underway, the weight and pressure increasing, the shit deadlocked at the entrance to her throat, demanding entrance, demanding access, demanding to be let into her, into her stomach… the pleasure, so much now, from all the shit in her vagina, racking up against her will, her clit promising so much, her uvula, her clit, all she had to do was swallow.
With dawning dread and clarity the moment that it happened drew out into eternity, even though her breathing had been rerouted Tammy could still taste it, and inconceivably it felt as though no matter how hard she tried to engage her gag reflex and vomit the waste back, she only succeeded in spewing out more dribblings of toxic smelling vomit from her ass and dry retching.
Her own body betraying her, and, finally, not wanting to, but in an awful, intensely aware fashion, almost paralytic in how much her brain focused on the action, something in her mind turning over, giving in to the indefensible demand on her throat, admitting that she was meant to process Alex’s waste … SHE S-W-A-L-L-O-W-E-D. Her brain immortalizing the moment for ever in a flashbulb memory:
Swallowing for the first time:
Yes, yes, yes, yes . . . oh, oh, oh god yes, oh, oh oh oh, oh no, no
All of the shit was flowing into her now, a steady steam, as her Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, sustaining the only true pleasure she would ever be able to know.
She swallowed what was given her by her owner and the intense pleasure caused a link in her brain to fuse, as she accepted the first deposit into herself, as she accepted her role as a receptacle, and yet, even while she was losing she fought with every ounce of her will to scream and to fight the inevitable from happening
Her throat climax shook her in small paroxysms, as the signals from the shit passing by her uvulaticclit caused her to orgasm, to be given wave after wave of incredible pleasure, as wave after wave of waste flowed down into the next chamber, awaiting processing.
She swallowed and accepted more waste into her stomach. The swallowing was easier now, more natural, she just stopped thinking. There it sat in her tummy, her destiny to process it, as more waste deposited into her system, going into her mouth, slowly passing down into her throat, causing her eyes to flutter in ecstasy and for her to start developing a ‘taste’ for it.
The refuse in her stomach piled up and she silently, the pleasure abating, her horror creeping back, fully degraded, she wanted it to last, she needed more pleasure to escape from this misery, as Alex stood she reached to keep her lips touching his ass, and he waited patiently while she, in her desire to keep him longer, slowly suck washed his ass clean.
Alex, clean and finished with his business, stood up fully while she looked up after him, not wanting to be alone. Not wanting to be left here like this.
He zipped up washed his hands at a tiny sink sunken into the side of the wash closet and put the lid down on his perfect creation, sealing it from all outside influences and remaining just out of reach of her searching vaginal lips, which were hungry for her next escape from the solitude she was about to enter. Satisfied that his unit was closed until he next returned to use it Alex patted himself on the back at the success and perfection of his creation. As he turned the light out, stepped out into the house, smiled at a nearby guest and returned to the party, Tammy caught a small glimpse of light and then nothing, he was closing the door, locking it behind him, and marking it ‘storage’.
Inside the room marked for waste disposal, the girl formerly known as Tammy processed the input and created output in the form of her own excrement, her body drawing all of the nutrients it could from the waste of her owner, literally forced to live off of whatever his body left her. With how little she needed to live it would be enough; the cold case her body was in would send stimulation occasionally to keep her body from developing sores or atrophying past usefulness.
Her memories of her climax still in her mind, she struggled to rationalize the events of the past few minutes, to come to grips with her new function, until finally she broke down in sobs again, knowing and hating that she was helpless and unable to even stop herself from growing to like the deposits Alex would make over time. Knowing also that, as her only form of any interaction, alone in the dark, with only her thoughts and the smell of her own shit, piss, and vomit to keep her company she would come to look forward and to eventually love the only form of attention she would ever get. The visits of her owner… a man who viewed her only as a perfectly designed utility, a receptacle and a mating of form and function; the perfect woman.
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by
Alex Streuth
Literary notes: As of now there is no major protagonist, the
antagonist is none other than Alex Streuth, also my
pen name, who works in mergers (the merging of his designs with female flesh)
and acquisitions for Cherish, handling the more business end of things. It is my intent for him to be a corrupting
influence on the otherwise (relatively) wholesome ideals of the rest of the town. In this story Alex is allowed free reign to
execute a design which would perhaps normally be frowned upon or disallowed in
the more traditional views of Cherish through the pulling of a couple of
strings to keep the existence of his project in this story a secret to the
greater community. ‘Alex’s New Design’
introduces Mr. Streuth, informs his cruelty and
desire for utilitarianism, the mating of form and function, without the
distraction of what many of his peers might value in the form of a woman’s complicity
in her submission.
Lastly, the author disclaims that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of behaviors are healthy much less conscionable. It is my intention to provide a well-written adult story that allows the reader to indulge in their darker appetites. For feedback you may write to me at Streuthanasia@gmail.com
Reader suggestions are always
welcomed and I am sure if you have a specific situation, person, item of
clothing, object, body part or interaction etc. that you wish inserted into the
busy schedules of the exacting Dr. Spencer and Mr. Streuth
please do not hesitate to contact me regarding it. I will see it I can fit your order into their
schedule, or bring it up at the next Cherish Board meeting. –AS
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