The Body Boutique

Part Two of Two

By Ordos Tsceri

 

Kathy didn’t know how much time she spent in the box.  Most of it she spent dreaming strange, delightful dreams, much more erotic than what she was used to.  Her thoughts wandered with visions of being held, used, loved and fucked, and she couldn’t discern between when she was awake and when she was asleep.  She’d been rewritten with magic; her perception no longer had to be as linear and resolute as it used to be.

 

She was roused by movement, the feeling of her box changing hands, and the familiar scent of the home she shared with her boyfriend, Joel. 

 

Light flooded onto her as the box’s lid was open.  She squinted, feeling light and warmth and, most importantly, attention, flow onto her.  She felt exquisitely naked, more so than she had ever been, and she loved it.

 

“Kathy… you really did it?” she heard Joel’s familiar voice say.  He was amazed, his tone colored with wonderment and awe rather than shock and horror.  She couldn’t had done this with anyone else. 

 

“What do you think?” she said, smiling up at him.  For the second time that day she felt a pair of strong hands grab her around her hips and lift her.  Only this time she saw her boyfriend of three years, sandy blonde hair, warm hazel eyes, earnest features she’d spent countless nights curled up against.  “I hope you like the new me.”

 

She was placed, gently, atop the sheets of the bed they shared.  Joel had been in the loop for the last several months, but even Kathy hadn’t been certain if she’d be able to go through with it in the end.  He placed a strong, warm hand on her, running his fingers over the smooth expanse of her breast, rubbing a thumb over her erect, throbbing nipple.  He lowered his face, looked Kathy in the eye, and brought his lips upon hers. 

 

The kiss was everything she needed to know that she’d made the right decision.

 

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, when he finally broke the frenzied, impassioned kiss for a breath of air. 

 

Kathy beamed up at her boyfriend.  “I’m ready… why don’t you break me in?”  She giggled, “

 

That was all the encouragement he needed.

 

He stripped naked in front of her with an urgency she hadn’t seen in years.  He was hard and erect, and Kathy felt a similar need well within her.  Her eyes darted from his handsome, earnest face to his throbbing manhood; which one would be in her reach sooner?  Which did she want more? 

 

Joel looked awkward, unclear how to handle his newly abbreviated girlfriend.  He approached her, slowly this time, his throbbing cock inches from Kathy’s lips.  Desperately, she opened her mouth and tried to lick the member filling her field of view between her breasts.  That did the trick; Joel closed the rest of the distance and Kathy found herself licking his rod.  She stroked the head, the frenulum rim, and the shaft as best she could whenever it was in range, dizzy with the heady, masculine scent.  Her nipples and pussy ached, almost painfully, with anticipation, but this was all she could do at the moment, and she relished every instant of it.

 

Joel ran his hands over her giant breasts, soft tit-flesh yielding beneath his grasp.  He pushed her breasts closer together, rubbing his slick cock through them while Kathy tried to lick it like a teasing lollipop.  After a couple dozen thrusts he relented, releasing her tits and straightening himself.  Kathy felt those strong hands fall upon her, holding her by her waist and turning her around.  The room spun as she was repositioned, moved like the small tool of pleasure she’d turned herself into.

 

His mouth was on her again, kissing her skin while his hands stroked her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.  So many delights, so many fonts of pleasure radiated through her, all Kathy could do was moan her euphoria, struggling to process a half-dozen sensation more intense than any she’d ever known in her life.

 

And then Joel lifted his head, grasped her by the hips, and slid his cock through her. 

 

She howled.  She’d never felt filled like this, before.  She felt Joel’s presence inside her, every heartbeat making his cock thrum like thunder. Like she was penetrated to her chest, her entire being wrapped around his phallus.  To her delight, she found new muscles she could flex, ones she hadn’t ever been aware of as a full human, and began squeezing and stroking the phallus inside of her.  She heard her lover cry out, nearly a match for her own exhilaration, and he withdrew his penis only to thrust it again and again.  Every motion was like the world moving within her, an ocean’s surge she was helpless to resist, a rising tide she had to ride towards something glorious. 

 

She felt him come, firing inside her and filling her somehow more, his hot wetness shooting into her and fulfilling something deep and wondrous.  Feeling this within her brought her over an edge she hadn’t known existed.  Every thrust and squeeze had been orgasmic, this was something altogether greater.  She howled louder, crying her climax aloud as the pussy that made up most of her being quivered and contracted and pumped every drop of seed it could from her lover.  The instant dragged on, its glory sublime, somehow more real than anything else she had ever experienced.

 

Panting, they separated, Joel pulling his rod free with a loud, wet ‘splop!’.  Kathy realized her skin was wet with perspiration, still achingly sensitive, still moving, jiggling with the residual motion of her lover’s attentions. 

But all of this was witnessed vaguely, through a dim of euphoria that swelled around her, like being wrapped in a delicate sheet fresh out of the dryer.  She could snuggle into this sensation forever. 

 

“Oh… gods…” Joel panted, a hot and sweaty hand landing on her massive, yielding breast.  She murmured her approval through a dreamy haze. 

 

“Was that… good?  For you?”

 

“The best,” Kathy answered.

 

“Want to… go again?”

 

“Whenever you’re ready, lover,” she purred.

 

He paused, his breathing under control now.  Kathy could see that his cock was still somewhat erect, and seemed to be getting harder.  Maybe some delightful side-effect of her enchanted vagina?  Such a wondrous blessing.  But he looked pensive…

 

“Kathy… is it what you wanted?  I mean, are you happy with this?”

 

Only now did Kathy open her eyes full.  She looked Joel directly in his soft, hazel eyes, his visage cradled between the mounds of tit-flesh that obstructed half her peripheral vision.  “I’ve never been happier.  No regrets, lover.  Now, I’m certain you must have some ideas, some things you’d want to do with me.  To me.  Let’s make this night special.”

 

Joel didn’t need to be asked twice. 

 

 

 

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Epilogue: Fourteen Months Later

 

“It’s great to see you again!” Kathy cheered from her position on the patio table, comfortably beneath the awning’s shade.  “I don’t think we’ve met since… geeze, has it been over a year already?”

 

“That’s certainly what it feels like sometimes,” Nadalia murmured, her jade-scaled tail deftly manipulating the cream saucer, wrapping through and around its handle like a knot while the dexterous tip brushed against its side to gently control its pouring motion.  Kathy used to be amazed at just how much the serpentine woman could manipulate with only her tail.

 

“Hmph,” Vivian replied, hugging her girlfriend and planting a soft kiss on her cheek.  Nadalia smiled and voiced a soft, delighted giggle at her lover’s attention before the body-sculptress sat herself down in an adjacent chair.  “Just remember, I wanted to base the Body Boutique at home, but you wouldn’t let me.”

 

“Darling,” Nadalia murmured with a voice of gentle, if familiar, disagreement, “I know how you work.  If you had a home office our place would never stop smelling of sex and we’d have an ovulating centauress moaning in our garage more often than not.”  She placed down the milk saucer and picked up a delicate spoon to stir her tea, again with only the tip of her snake-like tail.  “If our house is going to reek of sex, then I better have a hand in it… so to speak.”

 

“It’s been a hectic season.  Ever since that singer, Cynthia Veormi, got popular, demand for extra arms has skyrocketed.”  Vivian sank into her chair, taking a deep breath of the pleasant, early autumn air.  It was nearing noon, the sun was shining with just the faintest hints of coming chill tinted the air making it so much more invigorating.  Kathy had insisted they take their tea outside today. 

 

“Removing arms is easy.  I miss that fashion,” Vivian sighed as she began to prepare her tea.  She took it with extra sugar, it seems.  “Don’t get me wrong, extra arms costs more.  They provide a much nicer profit margin.  I don’t think the Boutique has ever had a better a quarter.  But it gets taxing.  And my assistant merged with her girlfriend and the two of them took off Florida…” Vivian calmed herself down and took a sip of her tea.  It was a green leaf blend from Lys that Kathy always found soothing.  She smiled from her perch as she saw Vivian’s shoulders relax, the horned hermaphrodite savoring her first, long sip. 

 

“Oh… I needed this,” Vivian sighed.

 

“I’ve been telling you for months,” Nadalia chided. 

 

Nadalia had visited Kathy and Joel a couple weeks after her change, as a sort of follow-up.  With transformations as drastic as Kathy’s, Vivian always liked to make sure things were working out.  Nadalia, who Kathy had only ever seen in the series of pictures Vivian kept at the Boutique, had a number of helpful tips and suggestions on how to accommodate armless life, even if she was an order of magnitude more mobile than Kathy.  They got to chatting, she hit things off with Joel and Kathy, and she began visiting more and more often.  A mid-day tea and chat had become almost a ritual.

 

“I’ve got to take more time off,” Vivian purred into her tea. 

 

Kathy laughed, the motion making her mostly round form jiggle. 

 

“Mistress?” Greta asked, picking up her elongated teacup, made in the same style as the others but with a vastly longer lip.  Many times taller than a traditional teacup, its design only made sense when the maid titled it delicately, its elongated flute gently bringing the vessel’s rim to Kathy’s lips. 

 

“I would enjoy a sip, yes,” Kathy said, and Greta lowered the vessel gently, bringing it to Kathy’s lip and deftly tipping it ever so slightly, so that a dainty sip of the rich tea found its way into her mouth. 

 

Strictly speaking, she didn’t have to eat anymore.  But some things were still worth the effort, and an afternoon tea with friends was definitely one of them.  As an added bonus, she loved how the delicate concoction of herbs and ritual in the blend made her feel; simultaneously at ease and mildly aroused.  She didn’t drink much, indeed she couldn’t actually manage a full cup, but just a little made the rest of her afternoon so much more enjoyable… and occasionally productive. 

 

“Ah, you went the maid route,” Vivian said over another sip of tea.  “I must admit, I wondered how you planned to handle the little things.”

 

Kathy smiled as she felt the warmth of her drink seep through her, invigorating her tantalizingly round breasts and thrumming nipples.  In a few months it would be too cold for her to be outside naked like this, and she’d have to go back to swaddling blankets and sheets, but for now just the warm air on her taut, helpless breasts felt magnificent.  “What makes you think I didn’t plan on just being a living fuck-toy?”

 

“There’s a lot more to life than just being fucked,” Vivian replied, without missing a beat, “your instructions were very clear.  You struck me as a woman with enough foresight to… if not anticipate, than at least acclimate.”  Her lips curved into a smirk, “I don’t turn just anyone into a limbless boob-butt-cushion, you know.”

 

Nadalia laughed.

 

“Well… I’ve turned away some clients away, at any rate,” Vivian said, a hint of violet darkening her cheeks with blush. 

 

“Well… a maid seemed liked a good idea.  It didn’t come to me until the second or third week.  Joel had arranged for the sale of most of my clothing, furniture, jewelry, and, well, most of my things.  Didn’t really have any use for them, anymore.  And we were saving so much money since I don’t exactly eat much, or really do much shopping anymore.  But he had his job, and as pleasant as just sitting around, being, could be… well, it helps to have someone to keep things interesting.”

 

Greta blushed.  The woman was in her early twenties, with short blonde hair and demure features.  She wore a black and white outfit that consisted of a tight, form hugging top and loose over-shirt with a short skirt.  Not precisely a typical French maid’s outfit, but definitely reminiscent of the old costume.  It wasn’t required by any means, but Greta seemed fond of it. 

 

“How is your… husband?” Vivian asked, casting a pleading glance at her own lover.  Nadalia just smiled and savored another sip of her tea.

 

Kathy laughed.  “She’s doing great!  And yeah, she’s still my hubby.  Gender pronouns are such silly things, aren’t they?”

 

“I have to admit,” Vivian replied from over her own teacup, “I have no idea how people come to these things.  I call them what they want when they introduce themselves, but… it gets a trifle hard to remember after the five-hundredth alteration.” 

 

“Mmmh,” Kathy murmured.  Nadalia and Vivian had been invited to the wedding eight months ago, although Kathy hadn’t actually spoken with either of them after the ceremony.  It had been a wonderful, hectic night.  The memory still made her warm and bothered. 

 

“How’s her package working out?” Vivian asked.

 

“Oh, I have no complaints.  And neither does she,” Kathy replied with a dreamy smile on her lips.  It had become apparent fairly early on that her own sexual desires more than eclipsed her lover.  They’d spent a long time discussing it, how Joel felt he was letting her down with their lovemaking sessions, as frequent as they were.  He had excellent stamina, and he knew all the right ways to touch and tease her, but with her hyper-sexualized and reduced form, he had come to feel guilty about not making more of their time together an exploration and celebration of her purpose. 

 

The idea to get magically altered had been his, but Kathy had decided to put the fundraising goal on their wedding registry.  At first the plan was a simple libido booster, but then Joel decided to include a penis enlargement, and Kathy had floated some ideas, like a larger and more muscular upper-body to better hold and handle her.  When their wedding guests had exceeded the goal they set, Joel mentioned another desire of his, a secret one, and Kathy had happily encouraged him. 

 

Vivian had done the transformation, and Joelle had returned an Amazon, six feet and four inches of muscular, feminine form with a cock that could fill her more gloriously than any toy she’d ever known.  There were times when the two had spent the better part of a fully day simply fucking.  Being held by her, impaled on her thrusting manhood…

 

“Oh… oh, dear,” Kathy murmured, “Greta, would you be a dear?”

 

Without uttering a word the maid left the trio on the outdoor patio.

 

“Are you all right?” Vivian asked.

 

“Just… a trifle stimulated…” Kathy said, lost in memories of lust and love. 

 

“She can slip into a sort of erotic haze,” Nadalia offered, since Kathy was having trouble forming complete sentences.  “Sort of a runaway effect of constant lust and helplessness.  You see it in a lot of reduction spells, and Kathy’s rather more elaborate change seems to have heightened it.  If she thinks too much about naughty things, she can become almost catatonic, wrapped in exceedingly vivid memories which, of course, just fuel even more erotic thinking.  If she’s not careful she can spend all day like that.”

 

Greta arrived promptly, a ten inch long dildo cradled in her hands.  With a haste and ease that suggested practice, she knelt towards the table where her employer was perched and gently licked at her thrumming womanhood.  Kathy moaned, her eyes shutting as she focused on pleasure coursing through her diminished frame, gleefully anticipating the next step.  After a few seconds of almost dainty cunnilingus, Greta slipped the dildo into her mistress in one long, fluid motion, until only the tool’s very base was left outside of her body.  She pressed a hidden switch and Kathy moaned in orgasmic rush. 

 

Vivian stifled a giggle at the sight of her hostess vibrating. 

 

Greta wasn’t finished, though.  Slowly, she moved the vibrating phallus in and out of her employer, turning it off after a half-dozen repetitions.  She removed the device with a wet ‘plop’, leaving Kathy flushed, a serene expression on her face. 

 

“Hmm… thank you, Greta,” she murmured.  Greta, blushing herself, gave a curd bow and darted away, dripping dildo in hands. 

 

“I have to admit, I half expected you to just spend the days with one of those lodged in your pussy,” Vivian said, taking a sip of her tea.  Kathy couldn’t see her guest’s groin under the rim of the table, but she knew the sculptress was hard.  She could sense Nadalia’s arousal too; she’d put on quite a lovely little show.  “It’s a popular past time amongst my more reduced clients.”

 

“Oh, I know.  I did that a lot, back in the beginning.  Joel would just plug my ass and pussy with vibrators in the morning.  I’d spend all day like that, cumming again and again, and he’d come home to find me panting in a puddle of sex.  It was torturous, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it.”  She closed her eyes and smiled at the memory, “put it takes a lot out of you, and I’d barely be there for him when he arrived.  And I’d spend most of the day in just a mindless, orgasmic trance.  That… got to me, after a bit.  I kinda thought I’d be fine with a life like that, but it just ended up feeling… wasteful, I guess.”  She’d have shrugged if she possessed shoulders.  The sensation had been strange, but an almost melancholy listlessness had crept over her during those first few weeks.

 

Her lips curved into a smile, and her (immobile) expression became more cheery.  “That’s about when Nadalia started visiting.  She’s been worlds of help.”

 

“I told her about the headset and voice-recognition software I use to type,” Nadalia said, smiling proudly towards her lover, “things kind of evolved from there.”

 

“I still do the erotic haze thing, every now and then.  It’s, uh, one of the perks of being a living sex toy.”  Kathy licked her lips fondly, “but it’s so much better if you save it.  I work part-time, mostly blog stuff, a few novellas, interviews… spending a day hooked up to vibrators makes a marvelous incentive for finishing my big projects.  And the things Great can do with her hands, and her tongue…”

 

For a moment she was worried she’d slip back into the memory-fugue, but she steadied her breathing and calmed herself.  Her next thought made an excellent anchor point. 

 

“It’s a shame, really.  Greta’s moving on to a new career in a little over a week.  You never can hold onto the good help… figuratively speaking, of course.”

 

“Believe me, I know,” Vivian replied, taking another sip of her tea.  “What’s she moving on to?  Another maid position?  I imagine it must be hard to match this job’s… benefits.”

 

Kathy’s lips twisted into a smile.  She couldn’t see it, but she imagined Nadalia’s tail curling around her lover’s hoofed foot underneath the table.  The serpent woman’s eyes gleamed and her lips curved into a mischievous smile. 

 

“As it would happen,” Nadalia murmured, “we’ll be hiring her… loosely speaking.  I got to talking with the lovely girl a few weeks back, and it turns out she has a thing for limblessness.  I happened to mention that someone I know had been campaigning for a pillow-girl…”

 

Vivian’s eyes shot wide, darting from her lover to Kathy and back, “really?”

 

“I have her scheduled for reduction next Tuesday, we’ll pick her up that afternoon.”

 

The sculptress threw her arms around her lover and embraced Nadalia, who was all too happy to return the attention.  Her arms began moving, stroking Nadalia’s back, at least one caressing some breasts underneath the serpentine woman’s blouse… Kathy giggled, her own features reddening as she watched. 

 

It was easy to lose herself in pleasure.  Fun, too.  But there were greater things in life, and happiness like this was one of them.  She smiled, adoring the moment.  The notion that Greta’s time with her, serving her and helping her, had inspired her to follow her own dream was delightful.  She’d miss her, to be sure, but Greta had supplied a small list of likeminded men and women who might fill her position.  Interviews would start on Friday, but Kathy couldn’t think of that just now.  Interviews, writing, and productivity in general would have to wait, until tomorrow at the very earliest.

 

“Greta!  Would you kindly join us?” Kathy said, just loud enough to be heard over her necking friends.  After all, Greta wouldn’t be leaving for a few more days yet, so she might as well make use of her hands and tongue while she could…