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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 thundershrk. 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.
Ally, a
vignette
“Tits”, the young Mr. Ryan Argyle thought to himself, “tits tits tits…” And then again, a moment later: “Large, hulking fun bags.” His mind swam in a sea of delicious girl flesh. A plethora of possibilities, the imaginings of a young and excited man, paraded through his mind as he scrubbed up.
“Tits, it’s such a fun word,” he said aloud as he walked down the hall. Stopping to greet the passing Dr. Spencer he pushed into the swinging doors of the room he would be operating in today, his cleaned hands held high up in the air as he walked (the way he had seen other surgeons do.)
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Mr. Argyle had taken an interest in the transformations that occurred within Dr. Spencer’s labs and had signed on as an apprentice. He did not have any medical background but was an eager and apt pupil of the good Doctor’s. After only a few months he found himself in an enviable position:
The young woman lying on the table was a perfect specimen for Ryan to play with. Ryan ran his hands over her, feeling the suppleness of her skin, pulling on her chest sacs to see how much give her breasts had, how much stretching the young skin was capable of. “What’s the worst that could happen?” was Dr. Spencer’s attitude. So long as Ryan limited himself to female bodies that had not yet been purchased the most harm that he could do was to cause the need to buy the ‘mistake’ himself.
Not that Dr. Spencer didn’t have the sense to at least admonish his new apprentice and study his first tries before letting him at a girl unsupervised. Still, Spencer was happy to have someone eager to learn the art of Female Engineering, and he was happy to teach it. Today was Ryan’s first unsupervised time with a ‘patient’ and he was very excited to get started.
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Leaning down over the sedated girl Ryan gingerly felt up her cheeks and her brow, running his gloved hands down her sides, getting a good bearing on her physical structure. He had a million ideas for what he might like to do with this ‘canvas’ but wanted to keep things fairly simple for his first time, he didn’t want anything to happen which might lose him some of Spencer’s confidence.
Ryan felt the girl’s lips, determining their thickness and gauging just how much collagen he might safely inject into them. Brushing the girl’s long blonde hair back over her head to get it out of the way he strode around her form, moving around behind her and caressing her head, petting her in her sleep. Walking over to the scalpels he selected one of the shinier ones and laid it next to the girl’s body. Walking across the room he opened a supply closet and took stock of the selection of implants available. Judging by what the girl had on her chest she currently had a nice, pert C cup, probably a 34C or 36C. Ryan looked over the stacks of boxes of implants, a plethora of types and styles available to him; some of them sagged more, some were bouncier, others stood out straight and hard like rockets, while still others were designed to be heavier or lighter for the bearer to wear.
Ryan considered a punishment pair for a second, smiling at the thought of inserting a pair of quite heavy ‘cannonballs’ into her chest. The young girl would wake up with only a slightly larger chest but the weighty burden would be very cumbersome. He hesitated for a moment though, maybe he wanted something airier; he could always simply go for size (which was always important when considering a woman’s future…)
“A set of light but large ones might go nicely,” he mused, if he went for an overfilled implant he would probably be able to get the girl up to about a basketball size. Her skin would be stretched tightly around its new passengers, conveying an obvious artificiality, but, around Cherish that was quite common. In fact it was rare indeed to see a woman who looked like her bust had not been augmented, and when one did see such an unusual set of tits it was always assumed that she had received surgery and that the new pair were simply very carefully selected to look as though they had been very carefully selected, but that was neither here nor there.
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“Tits!” Ryan cried out, suddenly exuberant about getting to make his very own first pair… He scooped up several different types and carried them over next to his work station. First he held a simple implant up next to his model, considering the change it would create. It would be only a modest improvement over the original, bringing the girl up from her C cup to an E cup. Ryan gave the thought an appreciative nod and then dotted the bust change on the female form’s torso.
Next Ryan held up a larger implant and placed it on top of the woman’s chest, considering what putting it inside would do, and then remembering what Dr. Spencer had told him about the inside of a woman’s breast cavity: They were mostly water and fat, with the mammories being the only real salient landmark of other note.
Ryan pursed his lips and thought about whether he wanted his girl to retain her mammories or whether he wanted to excise them to increase the amount of implant that he could insert. “If,” he thought to himself, “If I take out the mammory it will make it impossible for her to function as a mother or to ever produce milk,” he considered this for a moment, not concerned for the girl’s health so much as her ability to serve as a wet-nurse or milk-cow.
“But, if we can get more implant in there…” Ryan held his hand out a little bit away from the current dotted maximum, he moved his hand further and further away as he thought… “We could probably bring her out to about here…” he concluded. He dotted another line on her torso.
This one would bring her up to a, he had to take a second to do the math, a GG cup. That would be something he could be quite proud of, if he could manage it. His skills were not exactly great, this being his first time and all, and removing a mammary might not be easy. Dr. Spencer had made it look easy, but then the man was a surgical prodigy.
Argyle wanted to get the job done well, but he didn’t want to look weak by going with a small breast size. Here in Cherish a woman was considered sub-standard if she didn’t have at least an E cup breast, and that was considered conservative.
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“Choices, choices,” Ryan considered his dilemma. He could ask Dr. Spencer in for a consult, but he wanted to prove that he could do this on his own. He would probably be best off going for the simple E cup, but if he was able to pull off the GG he would be able to come and go as he pleased in the clinic. Ryan smiled, the thought of being able to play such an important role in so many young women’s lives touched him, he imagined having an impact on a whole factory line of the girls coming through the lab’s doors… the desire to be a part of that dream was very attractive.
It would be horrible if Ryan messed up on this one though, it would mean that he would have to wait to be able to try again and that his fantasy of being able to mold many girls on a daily basis would be have to wait.
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Someone knocked on the door; Ryan was startled from his thoughts and quickly tidied up his workspace. He checked the girl’s vitals and her state of sedation to ensure that everything was fine, placing the smaller implants off to the side so that it would appear as though he were ready for an important operation.
Alex Streuth walked in, looking, for all the world, like a cat who had just swallowed a mouse. “Hi Ryan,” he said, his face belying a mischievous intent. Alex gave Ryan a sly look.
“Hey, Alex, great to see you, how you been, hey, I’m kind of busy right now, very important work you know, aid to Spencer and all that, any chance we can catch up later…”
“Woah woah Ryan, I’ve got good news, I’m not just stopping by to chew the fat, good news… Guess what?!” Alex’s eyes lighted up, he was just longing to tell Ryan something.
Ryan looked at him, he cocked his head, “What?”
“Well, I heard that you were helping out here, that you were learning the trade, and, you know, I know this is your first time and all, and well… I bought her!” Alex leaned forward, punching the air and reaching out to greet his friend enthusiastically by slapping forearms with the young surgeon.
“Woah cool, you bought her, this one, here, the one I’m working on now?!’
“Yup that’s right buddy and that means the sky is the limit! If you screw up no one will know the difference, I’ll just say that it was all part of my design, hehehe, isn’t that great, so, whatever you were going to do, keep doing, I’ll just sit over here and enjoy the ambience. And hey, if you want to ease up on the sedative a little bit while you’re doing it, I’m up for some fun.”
Ryan was ecstatic, his nervousness abated, wow, this was great, Streuth had solved his problem for him, if he messed up during surgery well, they could just improvise, do an amputation or something, he knew that Streuth could use almost any living female body for anything, so long as he didn’t totally mutilate the girl, so, whatever the damage, Streuth could walk out with whatever mistake Ryan might make and claim that it was simply a ‘job well done.’
Ryan grinned at Streuth “Well alright what are we waiting for?”
“That’s what I’m talking about Ryan, I mean, what are friends for eh? Us men got to stick together, can’t let women tell you what to do now, can you? I bet just a little while ago you were even intimidated by her, eh, eh?” Streuth ribbed his buddy.
“Hell no, I’m not going to let some skinny little bitch tell me what to do, I’m going to do what I feel like, I don’t care if her body says ‘No way is an F cup going into me,’ I’m going for the double G and I’ll be damned if little miss no-stretch is going to stop me.”
“Haha, that’s the spirit mate, that’s the spirit, give it to her, fill her up, let’s see just how much goo we can pump into that virgin set of udders she’s got that I bet are just waiting for the right touch to bloom, let’s get her in season buddy, let’s get her primed.” Alex flashed his friend a toothy grin as he psyched the room up, building up the excitement as he walked around the table to adjust the gas feed on the girl a bit, lowering her anesthesia intake.
Ryan bobbed his head a little, obviously stoked and glad to have a friend along. He began focusing on the task at hand, some adrenaline flooded into his system and he was ready to go, he got the necessary things assembled in double time while Alex watched the brain activity of the young girl on the table. She looked to be, to his eyes, maybe twenty-two, twenty-three…
Streuth was an expert at ‘twiddling the knob’ or playing with the anesthesia during a surgery, gauging a girl’s wakefulness and keeping her from going into shock. He was the veteran of many operations (never performing them himself, but observing and enjoying the proceedings) and as such he knew what signs to watch for on the monitor. “Hi my name is Alex and I’ll be your captain for this flight,” he said jokingly to the room. He perched up on the counter and watched the girl’s eyes until they fluttered.
“Hello,” Streuth leaned over the girl’s face as Argyle got her skin prepped, running a swab over her breasts, cleaning the area he was going to cut, before stretching the skin out and holding it in place in preparation for his first stroke with the scalpel. Ryan had some gauze and some of that ‘stuff’ they use to help minimize bleeding (he wasn’t big on remembering medical terms, he just watched what Spencer did and got the basic idea.)
“Hello-oooo,” Alex called down as he hovered over the girl. He had maneuvered around behind her, so that now he was leaning over her slowly waking face. When she first opened her eyes she would see his grinning face peering at her upside down. It would be only moments now, Streuth knew.
“Wakey-wakey little girly, can you hear me?”
“Where… Where am I?” The girl asked upwards to the blurry face. Her voice sounded hoarse, it was hard to speak around the tube in her mouth.
“What’s your name?’ Alex asked her.
“Ally . . . Ally McCabrbubblt . . .” Alex placed a finger over her mouth as she started to get her last name out:
“Shhh, shhh, that’s alright, Ally that’s enough, my name’s Alex.” His grin widened.
“My friend is not a very experienced Doctor but I wanted to wake you up and let you know that, since this is first time and all, I volunteered to handle the anesthesia . . . so you have nothing to worry about, I’ll make sure that you don’t fall asleep again.” Alex flashed a winning smile down at the uncomprehending girl.
“That’sh nishe,” the girl slurred, still groggy, she felt a cold sensation on her right breast and she frowned, but then noticed the tube in her mouth and furrowed her brow. She looked up at the eager face above her, asking its owner “Who’sh your friend?” and then she burped. She blinked her eyes afterwards and focused on the suddenly more obvious weirdness of her situation.
Alex looked down at her bound form, taking in the long curves of her legs and the tight skin of her nubile young body. He let his eyes wander over her waist and travel down the V between her legs, sizing up the budding clitoris which protruded rudely from her smooth legs. He looked down into Ally’s eyes with a knowing look, as if to say “Yeah, you’re naked and you’re lying on a table, maybe you should have a look too.”
Anticipating what was to come next, almost encouraging her to her next thought, Alex loosened her neck strap a little, savoring the confusion and growing anxiety in her features. “She had the most adorable little nose,” he thought, it twitched a little, and her eyes had gotten big and fearful, Alex sucked his teeth, a warm glow growing in his loins, “Mmmm,” he murmered, he loved that look so much, and in such bright blue eyes… suddenly they darted up at him.
She stared into Alex’s fascinated gaze, her groggy mind latching onto a few of the most important words he had said, “Doctor, first time, anesthesia, gift to him,” she lifted her head a tiny bit and she opened her mouth agog as she saw Ryan lift the scalpel, poised to make the first strike, his hand wobbling a little, unsteady…
Alex transitioned the conversation quickly, “Do you want to introduce yourself to the girl Ryan? Ally, this is Ryan, Ryan…”
Ally’s eyes widened, the knife came down, her pupils contracted, “… this is Ally…” The knife pierced her skin. She screamed, bucking the table and struggling to break her bonds, her mind wild and panicking like an animal, Alex continued on coolly, narrating the proceedings to her, “Oh and that looks like a lot of blood, I hope it’ll be ok, and now moving on you’ll see that…” Ryan handled the trauma and continued on professionally.
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“And now this is your mammary, can you feel him tugging on it, its going to come out and say hi, would you like that?” Ally continued to scream, her voice ragged and her body frantically struggling uselessly with her bonds.
“Oh that’s so cute, look at your breast now, look how flat and squashed it looks, it looks so empty now.” Ally looked balefully up at Streuth, her eyes pleading with him.
“No, noooo more, no please, please, Alex, please, no more.” Ally’s voice was tired and pitiful as she begged.
“No more Alex, no more, oh please Alex” Streuth said in sing-song mockingly in response. He looked up at Ryan, who had remained quiet and was concentrating hard on his task.
“I’m sorry Ryan; I’m being rather rude and hogging the conversation, would you like to ask Ally anything? Maybe where she’s from or what she does for a living? I’m rather curious myself what her plans are.” Alex returned his placid gaze down to the traumatized woman, “Well? What do you plan on doing with your life Ally?” He paused for a second and then added coyly, “I like to keep a file on all of my toys...” Alex waited to let the effect of his last words dance in the terrified girl’s mind.
At a loss, Ally tried looking up at Argyle to see if he would possibly help her. As she lifted her head though she blanched at the sight that greeted her, he had put on goggles which had become spattered with droplets of blood, and his sweaty brow glistened beneath the bright lights as he concentrated on packing a gigantic squirming implant into Ally’s empty tit-sack. Ally’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull, she choked a little at the sight, the blood, and “Oh my god that thing is disgusting and he’s putting it into me!” Her mind screamed at the thought, she started babbling in her head “It’ll never fit, it’ll never fit, this is all a dream, it’ll never fit, this isn’t happening, oh my god its so gross, oh my beautiful breasts what has he done to me, what the hell is happening, is he grunting?” He seemed to be straining a bit as he continued his struggle to get the large monster he had selected into the tight fit that Ally’s chest cavity presented.
Alex studied her face while she watched the degradation of her bosom continue, he watched her revulsion and her disbelief before snapping her back up to him, asking her slowly “Tell me Ally, what do you want to do with your life?”
Seeing her at a loss for words he adopted a slightly different tone, acting as though they were two lovers on their first date, “Tell me my love,” he raised his voice a little, drawing her away from the scene playing itself out scant inches away through his sinister tone, “what do you want to do when you graduate, would you like to run off and have kids?” Alex held his pose for a few more moments and then burst out into mocking laughter.
“Bastard!” Ally yelled up at him, “Dickhead! Asshole! Stupid nasty…” Ryan finally succeeded in stuffing the massive implant into its new home with a final push, causing Ally to gulp mid curse as it settled and then wince.
“Anger,” Alex said, “That’s good, that’s good, now we’re getting somewhere.”
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Seeing her beautiful breast so utterly defiled, the permanency of her position overwhelmed her and Ally began to moan in self-pity. As she sobbed she realized several things, firstly that she was not going to escape the table. Secondly that her captors were well-prepared, and thirdly, that, apparently she was not the first woman they had tortured and killed. She endured a few awful moments as she considered that her life was over before she resigned herself to a death which she could not stop, grew quiet, and waited stilly…
A moment later she flinched and then clenched her teeth as Ryan began sewing her up, one tit finished. It occurred to her that they were not going to kill her, actually, they weren’t just mutilating her, looking down and groaning at the implications she saw that the weird assault on her body had actually yielded results. She was a freak, she realized, they were methodically carrying out a crude operation of sorts. Ryan studied his work so far as Ally considered the implications of this new line of thought. The completed right breast was a little lop-sided and in the end he had had to settle for a simple G cup but he was proud of his first work.
Alex glanced over at his friend’s progress as well, noting with satisfaction that Ally’s once perfectly smooth skin was now hideously marred. Not only was her right tit now grotesquely huge and stuck out from her chest like a beach ball, but it lolled to the right like a lazy eye. Compounding the effect were the beginners’ scalpel and needle work which left the entry wound a network that would heal into a criss-cross of heavy scars.
“You look beautiful Ally,” Alex said down at his prize, there was not a hint of insincerity in his voice, he had the look of a man who’s mood had changed suddenly. Apparently those few seconds he had spent studying her new chest had caused him to become infatuated with his new possession.
Ally, having been on the verge of tears as she looked down at her newly hideous chest looked red-eyed up at her tormentor. “Fuck you!” Ally shouted tearfully.
“Oh ho ho, feisty, I like that…” Alex responded, drawing a mucus-filled epithet from the sobbing woman.
Alex usually didn’t have this much actual interaction with a woman. Usually his toys couldn’t talk or had been around for so long that they were no longer interesting—had been sitting on the shelf too long, so to speak. But there was something here, maybe it was the fact that Ryan was operating, that this new element had caused Alex to loosen up, to be playful, to drop his guise a bit and just sort of enjoy the moment… He felt proud for his friend, for Ryan who had successfully finished his first act as a surgeon, and that pride and joy that he felt for his male friend had caused him to look at Ally not just a body but as a person who was sharing the moment with them. He smiled slightly to himself as he enjoyed the glow of the moment.
Then he did something quite unexpected, he reached down and kissed Ally on the lips before, causing both her and Ryan to look at him in surprise. He realized how out of character he was acting though and winked at both of them before shrugging it off, heading out the swing doors of the ward, continuing outside to get some air and collect his thoughts. Ryan watched the swinging doors for a moment before returning to his work, his hands busy at work on the other of Ally’s chest fruit.
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“She’s done.” Ryan informed his friend. The two were now outside, Ryan had just walked out to find Alex, who had been sulking outside for about an hour. Alex looked over at his friend, who was still wearing his scrubs.
“Oh, she’s done? How is she?”
“Uh,” Ryan thought that a weird question for his friend to be asking him, “She’s… fine, listen are you ok?”
“Yeah I’m fine mate, slip of the tongue, I meant how did the work go?”
Ryan beamed, “Total success man, it was just awesome, at one point I was having a devil of a time getting that second bugger in there... I mean it’s a little crooked now, I tried to sit it right but, anyway, so, hey, come look, come look its done, I want to show you!” Ryan bubbled over, obviously wanting to show-off to Alex his first work of art.
“Yeah, yeah man sounds good, let’s go.” The two friends walked inside, patting the DoorGirl on the head as they passed her, continuing on back to the rear lounge. This room served as a waiting area for expectant owners. It was customary for men to relax, while they waited on their wives or toys, in the plush couches of the rear lounge, enjoying the open bar while their units were brought around.
If a woman was brought in for a breast enlargement a man might pace anxiously in this waiting room, nervous about the safety of his property and concerned for the health and well-being of the chest being operated on. It was with great relief that a Doctor was met with when he strode into the waiting area and announced to the fretful man that the operation had been a complete success and that he was now the proud new owner of two very large, and very healthy, young twins.
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The two men sat down in some comfortable chairs and waited for a nurse to bring the girl around. The women in the hospital, those who were finished surgery, were placed into storage bins if they needed recovery time, or if their owners were not around to pick them up. They weren’t given a room to rest in, the lab considering it superfluous and preferring the more economical method of placing the ‘finished’ women in stackable containers.
With life-support and waste tubes connected, and their vitals monitored, the ‘patients’ were easily ignored and efficiently stored until either a Doctor came to perform more work or a nurse loaded them for release them to their owner.
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In Ally’s case the downtime was very short since the surgery to her chest was a standard outpatient procedure. The two men were simply waiting for a well-trained nurse to finish the load and then bring their package to them. The completed girl had been knocked out again after Ryan had finished. Her unconscious form had been then bound into a latex bodysuit, her legs folded back onto themselves, and her hands held behind her back, while she was crated up and placed on a loading dolly.
“Great, here she comes now,” Ryan said, seeing the wooden crate making its way down the hall towards them. Ryan could tell from a distance that this crate bore the woman he had just operated on, after spending such an intimate time with her he would recognize those brimming orbs anywhere:
While each packing crate was serial coded so that the girl’s did not get mixed-up, most of them, like this one, were also outfitted with a clear plexiglass window at chest height in order to show off the most easily identifiable features of its occupant. Alex let out a low whistle as Ally’s tits bobbed down the hallway towards them. Nothing could be seen of Ally above her neck or below her belly button. In the case of ‘Display-Crates’ like this one it was actually easiest to tell each passenger apart from one another by the individual shape, size, and characteristics of each girl’s unique cleavage.
“Let’s see what we’ve got,” Alex said, eager for a closer look at his friend’s handiwork as the cart drew nearer toward them.
He leaned forward to inspect the heaving bosom in the display window. Running his hand over the clear surface he imagined feeling up and squeezing the delightfully lopsided orbs that now greeted him.
“She’s wonderful Ryan, you really… I’m so proud of you,” Alex got out, close to tears at how wonderful this all way. “What’s say we take her back to my place and break her in, eh? We should celebrate.” Streuth stood up and took possession of the dolly. The latex-clad nurse scurried off as Ryan stood-up also.
“Meet you in two, just got to change,” Ryan motioned at his spattered smock. Alex nodded and proceeded towards his car.
A few seconds later Ryan hurried back down the hall and shouted for Alex to wait. He caught up to him and leaned in to speak, a sheepish expression on his face.
“Oh man, dude, you know what I forgot?” Ryan looked embarrassed. Alex gave him a quizzical look. “Dude, I am so sorry, I was so carried away…”
“What, what’s wrong, did you forget something?”
“Heh, oh man, yeah, yeah I forgot something, geez, Alex, she’s still got her arms and legs! I can’t believe I forgot to take those off, I got so…”
Alex laughed out loudly at his friend’s words, “Don’t worry about it Ryan, you did a great job, really, those tits… I’m going to enjoy them. Besides . . . I might be in the market for a woman with all of her limbs, to serve as a new wife maybe . . . and I never said specifically that I wanted this model to be sans limbs.”
“Yeah but I just assumed I…” Ryan paused, his mind catching something Alex had just said. “New wife? Hey wait a second you never said this was going to be your new wife, you should have told me! We could have had Spencer do her man, I mean, I appreciate what you’re saying and all but her tits, they’re kind of grotesque!”
Alex winked at his friend as they continued on, “Oh, I think she’s rather kind of cute…” Alex smiled as he pictured in his mind again that moment when he had run his hands over the plexi-glass just a little while ago. He had noted how Ally’s new tits, a sizable G cup, wobbled away from each other on her chest. He was pleased to think of how obviously fake and unnatural they looked, and as he walked he puffed his chest as he thought of the fact that he was now the proud owner of the two gargantuan melons that Ally would carry for him for the rest of her life.
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by Alex Streuth
Literary notes: A young woman wakes up to the nightmare of
being Ryan Argyle’s first surgery in Cherish.
Alex buys the girl and wakes her up to enjoy the procedure, she gets a
nice pair of new cans but, is Alex maybe falling for her?
A vignette.
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Keywords: Objectification degradation extreme
modifications unwilling forced modified enhanced collagen silicone silicon swallowed
surgery choked gagged modified injected amputated helpless “down into her” “down
her” mouth throat slave toy bimbo doll girl tits
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Lastly, the author disclaims
that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of
behaviors and/or ideas 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. Feedback is welcomed, and you may write me at
Streuthanasia@gmail.com
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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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