24/7 (TPE)

As Sarah awoke the following morning, she wasn’t quite sure which part of her was the most sore. Her chest throbbed and pulsed as the cellular reconstruction drugs, still active in her gourds, worked their magic moulding her to the shape of the foot long leather prisons that bound them so tightly. Her left thigh and pubic area burned from the lengthy session with Master Ceebert inking her second and third snake outlines. Also her wrists, ankles, shoulders and anus hurt less urgently, but still unmistakable in the background.

Waking the next morning to the eager face licking that Master Brutus was administering, Sarah quickly gathered herself together and, shaking off the troubled dreams she had experienced after yesterday’s developments,  busied herself with her oral worship of her canine superior, her brightly coloured scalp bobbing with increasing urgency in his hairy lap, her heavily pierced tongue busy and inventive, until the muscles in her jaw hinges stretched as his knot formed, and she was held captive by the orange sized swelling, only able to tease its girth with her tongue as her beaded throat s

After completing her tour of her new home, Sarah was pretty much left to her own devices for the rest of the day. As she wandered around the spectacular building, familiarising herself with the layout, she couldn’t help but be impressed at the thought and investment that her Masters had put into the project, and she felt rather humble at that. She returned several times to the main broadcasting studio, trying unsuccessfully to get her head around all the equipment that was installed on that sinister looking stage from which she was destined to entertain the internet every week henceforth.

As soon as an exhausted Sarah had disrobed and flopped onto her bed, she fell instantly into a deep sleep. The day’s exertions had taken their toll, but it was a good sleep, as she dreamed of tit-world, and the cellular relaxant continued its relentless work inside her as her bowel and breasts settled into their new shape. Purring softly, she rolled over onto her side, offering her exquisitely tattooed anal flower to gape obscenely at the evening air, as if gasping for breath after it’s earlier assault.

As Sarah hung there, suspended horizontally by her thighs and breasts, she focused on the sensation as her once magnificent breasts responded to the cellular relaxation effect that the drugs had caused, and her tit meat slowly but surely stretched under her weight, and they began their gradual but irresistible transformation into the gourds that she now knew belonged on the chest of an Africanized slut. Her slut-nips looked like they would burst, as the cinches trapped the blood underneath her aureaolae and pushed them forward obscenely.

As the Pimpmobile swept ostentatiously onto the drive of what Sarah used to consider the matrimonial home, her dreadlocked head reluctantly raised from Winston's lap, where she had spent the whole journey adoring his leathery ball bag, alternating between licking it with her modified tongue as if it was a washcloth, and trying to get each one of the monstrous orbs into her prettily lipsticked mouth. Winston savoured the brush of her face chains across his thighs as her head raised into view, and the air cooled the saliva that covered his sacks.

Waking abruptly to the sound of the alarm, Sarah felt like she had only been asleep for moments, and was startled to see that it had been a good four hours. She had expected to wake feeling ravenously hungry after 24 hours of liquids only, but she had consumed so much cum last evening that she only felt mildly peckish.

As Sarah ascended the stairs into the insurance office, the satisfying clunk of the brass that hung so reassuringly heavily between her legs served as a welcome reminder of her new status in life. Clutching the signed documents in her hand, she took a deep breath, and knocked on Mac’s door, entering in one motion as his indifferent grunt of invitation was heard. Presenting the new business from Roger with gusto, she waited proudly as Mac flicked through it with a look of pleasant surprise.

Waking early the next morning, aware that she had a full day to prepare for, the sleepy slut stretched luxuriously in the pink baby-doll she wore, before deciding on a coffee before she began her morning cleansing. Pausing briefly to stroke her stomach, where the itching of her newest tattoo healing reminded of her latest modification which she hadn’t yet even seen, she slipped downstairs and filled the coffee machine, enjoying the noises of the percolation as she contemplated the day ahead of her.

Unhooking the mating collar from the slender neck of the exhausted slut who lay sleeping, her doubly violated anus gaping obscenely as it seemed to have given up the struggle to ever close fully again, the two cocksure teenagers paused briefly to wipe their now flaccid members clean on Pete’s new pink camisole before ruffling the blushing cuckold’s hair teasingly on their way out of the bedroom, pausing only to hang the mating collar prominently by the front door before exiting into what was left of the night.