Inspired by @HDean (with a twist…)

Elise was bored.

Being obscenely rich and wanting for nothing was boring, painfully so. She wanted a change, a quest, a passion…

Elise was a collector of erotic memorabilia, art, and fiction. She had things hanging on the walls like original scolds bridles, shackles and other bondage paraphernalia. She had some very erotic artwork as well. Luckily, she never invited anyone home…

She was wasting time browsing the internet when she came across a story about a tribe, in the wilds, who had turned a young woman into a work of art, a potgirl.

She started thinking about how that could be achieved in real life. With her money, she could have access to any surgeon in the world; she knew a few that would literally do anything for the right price.

The only thing was, she was definitely ‘straight’; there was no way she was going to get romantically involved with a woman, potted or not. The aesthetics of the ‘potgirl’ concept, however, accentuated the breasts as part of the design.

What to do…

Still thinking, Elise put on her favourite leather slacks and jacket and headed out to the club for a drink. There, she met Zack…

They hit it off straight away. Elise could see something was wrong, though. Zack was really down and depressed. His girlfriend had dumped him, on their wedding day of all days, and because of the scene his parents had disowned him completely. He was living on the streets from tomorrow, as he hadn’t got the money for another night in a hotel. He was at the club to literally drink himself to death…

Elise couldn’t help it. She hugged him, then kissed him.

Zack couldn’t believe it. This gorgeous woman was hitting on him.

“I think I’ve an answer to your problem”, she whispered in his ear. “I can make all your problems go away, and give you pleasure for the rest of your life…”

“What do I have to do?”, asked Zack.

“Come with me…”, said Elise.

Zack had no idea what he was letting himself in for…

Elise and Zack left the club and went back to her car, him resting his head gently on her shoulder as she ‘steered’ him. He’d already drunk way too much; he was unconscious as soon as he sat down.

Elise was already on the phone to her surgeon…

Zack was kept unconscious whilst the alcohol was purged from his system; no way was Elise having Zack die on her from alcohol poisoning. In her own way, she really loved him…

The first stage was giving Zack a nice set of D cup breasts. They were in proportion to his head, and just in the right place…

The next stage was to turn Zack into a transgender potgirl, a ‘potboy’ if you like. After all, his ‘male parts’ were all left in place; the breasts were just for aesthetics (well, maybe a little more than that…).

Zacks pot was in a beautiful royal blue; after all, Elise wanted to emphasise how different he was. His breasts neatly poked out of the front, ringed with silver; there was also a stopper down below allowing access to his ‘manhood’…

Zack was ‘delivered’ to Elise, still unconscious, carefully wrapped in padding in a wooden crate. She squealed with delight when she first saw him.

“Oh, he’s beautiful! I didn’t think it would come out this well!”

She leaned in and kissed Zack, then lifted him out and put him on the shelf she’d made ready for him. She’d got the height just right; Zack’s head was level with hers.

She then tidied up and removed the packaging, then waited for Zack to wake up…

It was nighttime by the time Zack first stirred. She’d been waiting for hours.

With a groan, Zack opened his eyes.

“I’m not dead, then…”, he said.

“Of course you’re not, darling”, Elise said. “I promised you pleasure, and your problems going away…”

She unscrewed the stopper in the pot and exposed Zacks penis. She gave him a blowjob there and then…

Zack was too busy moaning to wonder why he couldn’t move…

When Elise had finished, she screwed the stopper back in.

“Darling, there’s something I need to tell you. I had a bit of an ulterior motive taking you…”

“What…? We’re together, aren’t we?”

“Sort of…”

Elise just held up a mirror…

Zack was speechless. He shook his head as much as he could. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. He then just started crying…

“You should have let me die…”, he said, quietly. “It would have been better than this…!”

Now crying herself, Elise left the room…

Elise didn’t know what to do. She’d thought Zack would have been grateful. How could he feel he was better off dead…! How dare he!

Suddenly furious, she stormed back into the room. Zack actually looked afraid…

“You selfish bastard!”, she cried. “I did all this for you! I couldn’t stand you being in that sort of pain any longer, and I also fell in love with you as soon as I saw you! Like I said, I’ve made your problems go away. You’ll have everything done for you for the rest of your life. You can still operate the computers here, if you want to; they’re all voice activated. You don’t need arms or legs to write; you can even draw and paint, with one of the pieces of software, or write music. You can have a life of leisure and pleasure.”

“But I’ve lost my freedom!”, Zack shouted back. “I can’t go for a walk or even go out on my own. How am I supposed to travel, like this? I was going to see the world. Also, how can I ever get married, or have a family?”

 “Well, to give you an idea about that, we’re currently in Norfolk. You were converted into a potboy in Egypt; you flew to and from there with no problems, so not being able to travel anymore is a load of cock. Your male parts still work perfectly well; I would have thought that blowjob would have proved that, so there’s no reason why you can’t have children with me later. Any more objections?”

“You just don’t understand…”, Zack said. “It’s natural to have limbs, not be stuck in a pot on a shelf like this…!”

Elise blew her stack at that.

“Is it!?”, she cried.

She stripped naked, in front of Zack.

Then she sat on a stool.

Then she took her legs off.

Then she took her right arm off.

Zack just gasped…

“My parents and I were coming back from a diplomatic meeting in Ecuador”, she said. “We never knew about the bomb under the car. They were killed instantly; I wasn’t so lucky…”

Tears streaming down her face, Elise continued.

“I’ve had twenty years of this; in constant pain, having to learn how to walk over again, as well as learning to write with my left hand, as I was right-handed. Believe me, you’ve got it cushy in your pot. These prosthetics hurt all the time.”

Slowly, Elise put her limbs back on and dressed.

“I wouldn’t wish this on anyone…”

There was a pause.

“I wish I had arms, now”, said Zack, quietly.

“Why?”

“You need a hug…”

Elise started crying again. She then kissed Zack, who returned the kiss, also crying.

Life changed after that.

Zack was introduced to the ‘technical suite’ in the house.

He was writing music in no time; eagerly pointing out to Elise everything the software could do. There was a few discordant noises when the software picked them both up talking at the same time, but apart from that it went well. Indeed, some of the results ended up with both Zack and Elise roaring their heads off…

Then Elise listened to a song that Zack had written and started singing along to it. Zack shivered.

“Wow! Your voice is so haunting and atmospheric!”

“Thank you…!”

The session in the music room went on until late. By then, the pair had an EP finished between them. The uploaded it onto Bandcamp, then shut down for the night.

Elise gently picked up Zack and took him back to his shelf.

“I was hoping I could see your bedroom…”, he said, quietly.

“Do you really want to…?”, asked Elise, hesitantly.

“Yes. I think I’m falling in love with you…”, said Zack.

Elise showed Zack the stand for him that she’d had fitted by her bed.

“I was hoping you would…”, she said. “Hoping and praying that you’d forgive me and love me…”