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Continuity and Background:
This story takes place within the charming
dominion of
You may find the graphic novel
“Stepford Bound” (by Benson) useful for further reference.) Other influences come from My Gag Order,
Thndrshark
, and
Gord
(also
see
GordBooks
.)
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.
Charms
Prologue –
Advertising
“Advertising?”
“Advertising.”
Argyle stroked his newly grown goatee. He raised an eyebrow. He gave Streuth a quizzical look . . . “Advertising?”
Streuth made a moue, he raised an eyebrow as well (even higher, if such is possible) and then flashed a toothy, disarming grin . . . “Advertising.”
“But, Alex,” Argyle threw his hands up in exasperation, obviously at a loss, “how in Cherish are we going to advertise . . .” he stopped and considered the idiom he had just used (how in Cherish = how in the world) “er, I mean, how outside of Cherish are we going to advertise?”
“The same way that a 500 pound rhinoceros steps on lily pads my friend . . .” Streuth gave him a dire, and facetiously serious look . . . “very carefully.”
Argyle groaned, then asked, “Do you have a business plan?”
Alex flashed another grin and winked his eyebrows, “Of course I have a business plan, now, let’s go over the details . . .”
Chapter 1 –
Advertising!
“Wait, advertising?”
“Advertising” Argyle and Streuth answered in unison.
“Well okay, if you boys can do it, I’ll help with whatever you need.” Spencer lowered his gaze back down to the table where he was performing a hysterectomy on the table’s occupant. Her owner wished more storage space down below and the operation was intended to increase capacity.
“Just get back to me when you need my assistance,” Spencer called after the two troublemakers, his attention focused on the inner walls of the woman’s womb.
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“Okay Ryan, we have all of the backers, now we just need hands to execute the plan.”
“We have a plan?” Argyle asked.
Streuth rolled his eyes. “Don’t be coy, you know we do, or rather, I’m here aren’t I? So, put me and me together, where there is Streuth, there is a plan . . .”
“Is it a good plan?” Alex cuffed him.
The two huddled for a few moments and then broke to recruit bodies.
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“Yes, I have here a T27 form, Requisition of Elite Special Forces Acquisition Team Bravo Delta Charlie.” Alex had pulled some strings.
“Ah, right away Mr. Streuth,” the clerk responded, looking over the document, which had been filled out perfunctorily (Streuth could basically get what he wanted within the beauracracy, so long as he didn’t cause too much of a stir.)
An hour later the team had scambled to the vehicles they would be using to execute the plan. Alex was going over the mission with them:
“The target is a dancer who we have secured a private reception with. It is your duty to pose as club patrons and/or staff and wait in position for seizure and wrap-up.” The team leader nodded and then made hand signals to the rest of the men, giving them codified orders with a minimum of communication.
Alex grimaced “Oh and Mr. Argyle will be co-managing the operation with me, and he may have brought some people along to help as well.” Alex looked at his watch. The elite retrieval team fidgeted a little bit at this new bit of news. It would be all they needed, they agreed (through a murmur of hand signals), a bunch of amateurs tagging along.
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“Alex, Alex!” Streuth jerked his head around to see Ryan running to catch up with the Jeep. He motioned for it to stop.
“Ryan, I thought you weren’t coming. We waited, but, well, time’s a wasting.”
“Woah man, what’s this? You got some special forces dudes, wow that’s awesome, alright.” Ryan looked enthused, and then a moment later bashful. He added, “Um, I got some guys from the bar…”
Alex covered up a chuckle, “Well, we could always use more ‘Club Patrons.”
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A few hours later everything was ready, the men were in position, the trap was waiting to be sprung.
“So, um, we just mingle?” One of the ‘bar’ patrons was asking Ryan. Ryan glanced over at Alex.
Alex responded, “Yeah, just blend-in, enjoy the show, and then when your phone rings have you and your men start to cause a ruckus.”
“A hullabaloo you mean?”
“Yeah, one of them,” Alex smiled.
“Right then,” the ‘bar’ patron and Ryan walked off, ostensibly to lie in wait for the order to gesticulate and provocate. The show was starting though, and, well, they had been found at a bar…
Alex watched them go, wondering if they could be counted on and knowing that it didn’t matter much so long as they stayed out of trouble. He grabbed Ryan before he walked off entirely though:
“Ryan, when you say ‘bar’ you do mean from in Cherish right?”
“Well duh, of course Alex,” Ryan looked offended.
“Well alright then, just, you know, wanted to make sure.” Alex spiffed up his tie and then headed towards the back, he had a ‘date’ with the star of the evening, and he didn’t want to keep her waiting.
Chapter 2, The Charmer
“Hello, Ms. Charms, what a pleasure to meet you,” Alex extended his arm, making sure to keep his eyes on the woman’s face and not allowing his gaze to drift to that prodigious mass located just below.
“Why, hello there,” she responded, in a just adorable Southernish accent. Alex flashed her another smile, going from a winsome smile to a toothy grin and then back down to a winsome smile. He radiated warmth and genuine concern.
“I hope this isn’t an imposition on your time, but I was just hoping ever so to be able to chat with you a bit, just get to know you a little bit more, I’m sure you get this all the time, men who are interested in you, the person, as opposed to you, the performer.”
“Well . . .”
“Oh I am here for a dance as well, of course,” Alex disarmed her with another winning smile, “I just don’t want to walk away empty-handed. I’m here, and well, you are very lovely in person, but I just wouldn’t feel right treating you not as a person when we meet.”
Alex extended his hand and made a low bow. Chelsea, who for her part having a hard time following Alex’s quick NorthEastern clip, was frowning just a little before he bowed. Now she was back on track again though, responding with a curtsy of her own and giggling just a little bit at how much of a gentleman he was being.
Alex sat down in a chair and motioned for
Alex stood slowly, still lingering his arm with the cigar, moving languidly, keeping it at arm’s length.
“Would you mind if I stroked your hair a bit, I think you have the most wonderful, lovely hair. Afterwards I would ever so enjoy a dance, but I was hoping to be able to feel how soft it was, such a wonderful complement to your face.”
“Okay, you can touch it, stroke it some, but no touching, okay?”
“My dear
“Just relax, I just want to feel your soft and luxurious hair, there’s no need to be alarmed, and then I would enjoy watching you dance…” Alex said this last part to put her back on familiar ground. She was here, he was here, ostensibly, for him to receive a dance from her. He had paid close to $1000 for this time alone with her.
Alex smiled as he saw her neck go a little limp, her shoulders fall a bit, her body slump just a bit. She was relaxing and inhaling, breathing the smoke in, her body easing out of its tensions, just going lax, slowing into a cathartic state, a lethargic state, a largely, overly, droopy, languid state…
Alex pushed the button on his lapel…
The plan went into action.
All hell broke loose.
Men rushed in.
In the bar the patrons were causing a large row, drawing the attention of all of the security for the bar and, after a fight with them broke out the additional security detail assigned to Chelsea Charms.
Men dressed as staff for the bar rushed back into the private room with Alex and Chelsea and started the prep work on securing her person for transport. A few minutes later she was being carried out the back into the waiting van. Alex leisurely stepped out of the backroom, watching the smoke, the only tell-tale sign of kidnapping, dissipate from the private room, and now, as he entered the main area, be swept up into the maelstrom of currents in the main lobby.
He tapped the ashes out into a tray, stuffed the butt into a trashcan, and then, tucking up his collar to guard against the elements, rushed out into the night air.
Argyle was rounding up the rowdies.
A few hours later, with only a minimum of mishap, the entirety of the enterprise was back in Cherish proper.
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“Yes?” Spencer responded to a knock at the door. He was reading a report in the most recent medical journal about the supposed health benefits of a new drug and taking notes on its side effects. He looked up as Alex entered. “Ah, Alex, what can I help you with?”
“We’re ready for you now, Doctor.”
Spencer smiled.
Chapter 3, Mammary
Mastery
“This is a gorgeous specimen for me to work with Alex, wherever did you find her?” Alex blushed as the two men looked down on the naked and prone unconscious form of the model Chelsea Charms. Her overfilled chest jutted and perked from her resting form.
“Oh you know, Herbert, I look around… I found this thing on the internet.”
“Well, you will have to show me this ‘internet’ some day, it sounds fascinating. Can you get more like this from there?”
Alex blushed again, then scratched his head “Well, I guess, this is kind of a one-time thing though, you know, don’t want to press our luck.”
“Oh,” Spencer paused, “is she famous, on the internet?’
Alex shrugged, “Kinda, I guess, yeah. My initial idea was that it would be good for advertising, you know, word-of-mouth.”
Spencer nodded, his eyes nearly popping out as he gazed lovingly at the dear, dear work of a, he checked the chart, Dr. Johnson. “And you say he did this with string?! My my, I am behind the times.”
Alex nodded, “Yes, new thing I guess, unreal eh? String implants, they expand over time I believe. The information I got was that these here are at 10,000ccs.”
“Ten thousand cee cees? That’s, that’s ridiculous, preposterous, that, that competes with some of my formulas, but he, this, wasn’t achieved with chemicals? This was done all through surgery, that’s, that’s amazing!”
Alex wiped the side of his mouth, having nothing to add. He waited for Spencer to focus his attention back on the object in front of them and then responded.
“Well Spencer, what do you think you can do with it?”
“Do, do? Why, its almost perfect just like this my boy, do? Do? What would I do? This, this belongs in a museum, its pristine, left intact, oh my, my, my, no, I’d be scared to do anything to it.”
“A museum eh?” Alex was thinking, imagining it. Spencer went on, poking and prodding the body. “Oy, hey, Spencer, alright, here’s what I’m thinking…” Spencer turned back to his friend, his mind racing, and then, astonished but agreeing, he listened to Alex.
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Ryan listened to the two men, who were talking both rapidly, patting each other on the back. “Wait, wait, hold on, hold on.”
Alex and Herbert stopped talking. Ryan looked at them. “Yes?” Alex asked.
“So you’re telling me that she’s done? But, its been like two days, hardly enough time for any real work to be complete. I mean, what about healing time for Cherish’s sake?!”
Alex guffawed, politely, quieting his friend, before explaining:
“Well, actually, what I meant was that the work on the museum has been finished, is done, and only took two days because we just remodeled the interior of the lobby in Spencer Labs.
Ryan looked puzzled.
“We made an alcove, a repository, a cubby, the first of many
maybe…” Alex shot a look at Spencer who was nodding emphatically. “
Ryan nodded, slowly. “So, um, who does she belong to then?”
Alex smiled, proud of this solution too, “She belongs to the clinic, not owned by any one man she is free of personal interest. She’ll be kept in a sterile environment, homeostatic of course, and will live as the perfect epitome of surgical acme.”
“I’m sorry,” Ryan said, “acme?”
“Height, top of, the best . . .” Alex rattled off synonyms.
“Ah, ok.”
The three men stood there for a few minutes, two smiling self-congratulatory grins, and one gradually warming up to the idea.
“So, the enterprise’s shares?”
“Bought by the clinic.”
“Perfect.”
All three men nodded and then hurried down the path to the clinic’s entrance.
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“Grand opening, new unveiling, step right up, see it all folks.” Alex’s voice was a little hoarse from all the exuberance, so he had hired a professional barker.
“Step right up, see it now, the one, the only 10kCC implantation in the world! That’s right folks, done all naturally, with nothing but God’s science, home-grown here in the US of A, see it and believe it, 8th and 9th wonders of the world…”
Alex smiled, the man was doing a good job.
Stepping into the lobby he joined the growing throng. To offset the production costs, and to take advantage of that ‘fresh-squeezed feeling’ they were selling entry tickets to the show, as well as take-home pints of ‘10kCC milk’ at the gift stand. The milk, obviously, came from another woman, but the marketing was what was really important.
Alex smiled as he squeezed into the throng, trying his best not to be rude.
There she was in all her glory, two massive mammories, proudly jutting into the curved display case. Her head had been carefully obscured behind the top of the display, so that the clear glass window curved around her neckline. The folks here had paid to see the goodies, not some bimbo’s ditzy dribbling face. Alex chuckled.
Naked, except for an austere choker affixed around her neck, which was there for practical purposes, serving as a ‘staple’ into the backing behind her—in much the same fashion as a Barbie doll is stapled into her initial packaging—the body was displayed as naturally as possible.
The display window curved around beneath her prodigious prizes to severe her beneath the belly. The onlookers therefore got an aesthete eyeful, starting at just below mid-neck, and continuing down those luscious curves to end below her belly-button.
All of the logistic equipment (breathing mask, cleaning/feeding tubes) were hidden discretely away behind the wall. A myriad of hands ran over the clear plastic display, the crowd had gone from admiring and gasping from afar to pressing up against the glass.
Alex shouted over the throng, “Please, please step back, one at a time.” The presentation had been designed for one person or a small group of people at a time, IE potential customers entering the clinic.
One of the men up front had found the coin-slot to allow ‘viewing’ for a short period of time. Alex became frantic, trying to push up to the front now. The crowd seemed on the verge of going out-of-control.
Just as the man was fumbling with the slot, wondering why his money wouldn’t go in, Spencer’s voice came on over the PA system “For the next two minutes, free pints of milk in the OR, complimentary pints of ten kay cee cee milk in the oh arr.” The crowd dispersed, all trying to figure out where the OR was, which OR he meant, some running back outside to avoid the running people and some staying behind to enjoy the freedom of the newly vacated space around the display.
Spencer then was herding the people who had rushed off into his clinic to a room where he was giving out free pints of the milk, and sitting them down for a viewing of a marketing piece. They settled down into the chairs, sipping or clutching their pints of milk, and listening to him talk about the history of bust enhancement. Some of the men listened, others just relaxed into the chairs, but the movie started and Spencer motioned to the screen.
He knew that many of the men who might have not considered enhancements for their toys, or who had previously gone to one of the other establishments in town, might now consider Spencer Labs for their next upgrade or refit.
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Alex meanwhile had wrangled the crowd in the lobby into a line. He was having them calmly and orderly take turns at the front of the display, so that they would all get a chance to spend some ‘alone-time’ with it.
Alex smiled at the woman behind the glass, or at least all of her that was visible, and ran a hand lovingly over the plaque that they had installed, which read ‘CCs – 10k’ which meant both ‘10thousand cubic centimeters’ which referred to her implant size, and also ‘Chelsea Charms - 10kredits.’
Alex watched as the man second in line went over to the kredit machine and put dollars in to receive a 10k coin. The man at the front of the line was inserting his 10kredit coin into the slot, and was rewarded when the woman behind the glass started to ‘dance’ in a shaking, jumbling fashion--the motorized vibrations causing her mammories to jiggle and shake pleasantly. The man who had paid for the show smiled and sighed, enjoying the stress-relieving sight.
Her ‘miles’ now read: “000000018 served.”
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by Alex Streuth
Literary notes: My first celebrity fan-fic,
a short. I have been quite fascinated with
the prodigious project of
-AS
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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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