Under Roberta
13. New Roles
Bobby woke first. The two sluts were sleeping naked on top of the sheets and spooned front to back. As Pinky, Elaine had not been allowed to wear clothes to bed for years. Roberta would have worn a tee shit and panties. Not any more; Bobby slept naked. She was pressed against Elaine’s backside, her left hand slipped underneath Elaine’s hip, her free arm draped across Elaine’s front, hand squeezing a tit. Both girls were drenched in sweat and stank of sex.
Bobby remembered the previous night with crystal clarity; everything. She felt her new boobs pressed into Elaine’s back. She felt a mixture of emotions: contentment, well rested, happy, loved, both sexually satisfied and horny; deliciously, rippingly, white-hot horny. She smiled to herself as her nipples hardened. She wanted nothing else but to pleasure her bed partner with oral sex, but she realized her left arm, tucked under both their bodies, had gone to sleep. It throbbed in dull pain. She carefully rolled away from her lover. Elaine stirred a bit but didn’t wake.
Bobby lay on her back and explored her new tits. Large and firm, they covered her entire upper chest. Her nipples were extraordinarily large, and had thick gold rings set in them. She loved them! How lucky she was that Eric had chosen her as his new slave! She and Elaine, harem sluts together. Bobby looked at Elaine’s sleeping backside. “God how I love this woman,” Bobby thought. But Elaine was still sleeping peacefully, Bobby wouldn’t dare disturb her rest. Bobby remembered clearly the years of abuse she had visited upon Elaine. “What an asshole I was.” she thought. Bobby didn’t feel remorse though. Roberta was the asshole, not Bobby. She vowed to spend the rest of her life making Elaine the happiest lesbian on the planet.
Bobby remembered her new flexibility. Demonstrating to herself, she lifted one leg up, bringing her foot easily to her head. Giggling slightly to herself, she scratched herself casually behind the ear with her toe, as easily as you or I would use our hand. She looked between her legs and saw for the first time the seven seamless rings Eric had placed into her cunt; one through her enlarged clit, and three in each fat outer lip. She knew she could easily lick herself, but it sounded like a whole lot more fun to lick Elaine. A tiny voice kept spinning around her head, “Lick her.” Desire overwhelmed her and Bobby’s horny cunt took control. She ran her tongue from Elaine’s hip up her ribcage to her breast, flicking the nipple. Elaine responded by waking gently and rolling to her back, stretching, breathing deep, and smiling at Bobby.
Bobby tried to say “I love you” to her sleepy, horny bed partner, but what came out sounded like “Ah bub boo.”
“Strange,” she thought. “Why was that wrong?” Bobby looked at the mirror on the ceiling, and saw that her tongue was now freakishly long, protruding some six inches from her lips. Elaine saw it too. But rather than shock or fear, they both realized the implications. With this tongue, Bobby would be able to please a woman like no one else. Elaine, of course, wanted that tongue inside her. Her legs automatically lifted and spread wide, knees bent, feet off the bed. Elaine tucked one arm behind her head, and grabbed a handful of Bobby’s hair, guiding Bobby’s face to her own newly pierced pussy.
Bobby wanted to lick not just Elaine’s cunt, but her entire body, head to toe. She started by toying with the rings, identical to her own. She snaked the amazing tool up and down the length of Elaine’s sex. She quickly learned what seemed to set Elaine off the most. With her upper lip wrapped around Elaine’s clit, she could send her tongue down the length of the cunt and turn the corner, penetrating well up Elaine’s pussy. She could then gyrate the full organ in a spiral pulsing action, driving Elaine helplessly over the edge.
After giving her several great orgasms, Bobby systematically worked her way down one leg, clear down to the toes. Not only was her tongue extraordinarily long, but her salivary glands seemed to be in overdrive producing huge amounts of a thick mucous material similar to the pre-come that drools out the end of a guy’s erection. It left Elaine’s leg coated with slippery lubricant. Bobby returned to Elaine’s cunt for a few moments and got her off again before licking the other leg.
She flipped Elaine over like a rag doll and pushed her face down on the bed. Bobby tongued her generous butt cheeks and ass crack. When she started to worm her tongue up Elaine’s asshole, Elaine started to buck, but Bobby placed a strong hand on Elaine’s lower back and pinned her firmly to the bed. Pinky had felt many bizarre objects shoved up her butt, from the usual hard cocks and strapon dildos and vibrating butt plugs to stick shifts, hair brushes, baseball bats, and over-ripe fruit. But nothing ever came even remotely close to this, and none of them ever excited her to the point of orgasm. (This was a gift from Eric.) Elaine screamed at the top of her lungs as wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.
Bobby used her new tongue to coat Elaine’s entire back with goo, all the way to her hairline. Then she rolled her over and licked her face, ears, neck, and armpits, continuing down across her tits and stomach, ending at her cunt again. Elaine pulled Bobby’s face to her own and they kissed, or some version of kissing with a freakish tongue wiggling past Elaine’s tonsils. Elaine’s whole body was coated with Bobby’s saliva / lubricant. She rolled on top of Bobby and the two sluts squirmed against each other trying to smear it around.
Soon things cooled down a bit, so Bobby got out of bed to go make breakfast. She walked to the closet to pick out something to wear, but stopped at the door. She vaguely knew she should put something on, but the whole concept of choosing clothing escaped her. She needed Elaine’s help. She looked at Elaine with a puzzled expression.
Elaine also remembered the previous night, and why the new Bobby hesitated. “Do you want some advise?”
“Wath,” meaning yes.
“Get your high heels on.”
Bobby dug out the white pumps she wore at competitions and put them on. She came out of the closet and posed in front of the full length mirror, looking herself over from head to toe. She had developed a physique that always won regional competitions, and made her a national contender. But overnight she had been transformed beyond anything she had ever seen for a woman. She had bulging muscles that would stand out at a men’s competition. Roberta had always taken personal pride in being clean, but now she looked like she lived on steroids. Even her cunt lips were distended and her clitoris stood out proudly, like a woman on steroids. Not even in her dreams had she ever seen herself like this. And her big tits that rode high on her overdeveloped pectoral muscles looked cartoonish.
Her tongue was much smaller now. She drew it into her mouth. It fit, but left her mouth completely filled, keeping her speech incoherent. Her tongue seemed to have erectile properties, sort of like a cock. When she wasn’t sexually excited, it stayed shrunken enough to hide behind her lips. She would be able to move about in public, as long as she didn’t try to speak.
“OK, now that little apron that looks like a french maid costume. You know the one.”
Indeed she did. Roberta sometimes made Pinky wear it when she served weekend guests. Bobby put it on. From the front it looked like a stylized costume, black satin decorated with lots of lace covered from just above the nipples to barely below the crotch. It had a frilly lap apron of white gauze. But it was only a small piece held on by two string ties, so Bobby’s backside was still quite naked.
“That’s good, now go get our breakfast ready. I’m going to shower off your stink.” Being in control was starting to feel natural.
“Elaine is hungry.” Bobby thought. She bounced happily downstairs while Elaine showered off the sweat and slime of sex. Roberta had never cared for wearing high heels. But they were a requirement on the muscle-girl circuit so she had trained herself to be graceful and agile in them. Bobby like to wear them and glided around easily.
The first time she heard it, Elaine thought someone was in the room with her. “Fuck her” a voice said. She heard it again in the shower, and while toweling off. She recognized the voice, and decided it seemed like good advice. Before going down stairs, Elaine dug out Roberta’s favorite strapon dildo. Long, fat, black, and covered with bulging veins, it had been Roberta’s weapon of choice for years. Elaine had spent long hours on the receiving end of this tool. She stepped into the harness for the first time ever.
Bobby wasn’t much of a cook, so breakfast was just cold cereal, coffee, and juice. When Elaine showed up wearing her favorite tool, Bobby felt a strong shiver start at her pussy and spread up her spine and out her extremities. Her tongue pushed her teeth apart and protruded out in front of her face, just like a guy getting a hardon. “Elaine is wearing a strapon dildo. She must want to fuck me.” This fact saturated her consciousness and Bobby reverted into a mindless, copulating animal. Without processing her actions, she turned her bare backside to Elaine and bent forward over the kitchen counter. She spread her ankles wide, arched her back, and looked over her shoulder with wild expectation. Roberta had always kept her ass crack tight enough to crush whole walnuts (literally!). But now Bobby’s cheeks parted and she tendered either hole.
Eric’s voice in Elaine’s head was no longer a whisper, but a stern directive, “fuck her, Fuck Her , FUCK Her!” The jar of shortening was still open on the counter from the night before. Elaine smeared a big dollop casually up Bobby’s crack, then reached around inside the silly apron and cleaned her hand off on Bobby’s tits. Elaine placed the fake cock against Bobby’s anus and forced it smoothly all the way in. Bobby whined in delight. The two set up a coordinated rhythm and shortly Bobby had a rousing orgasm. This was one of Eric’s ‘gifts’; easy orgasms from anal stimulation. Elaine gave her three more before stopping to eat.
As long as Elaine kept wearing the strapon, she remained in total control of Bobby. Images of herself being ravished by Elaine swam before her eyes. Her tongue stayed fully extended and her mouth was too full to chew. Elaine made her one of those protein shakes and two fruit smoothies and ordered Bobby to drink them. Then Elaine took Bobby upstairs to dress for the day.
Bobby assumed she was going to fucked some more. She wanted more, hell, she craved it, so she bounded onto the bed, landing on her back, legs spread. Both hands found their way between her legs. She heard Elaine call her something filthy and degrading. Since it was probably true, it didn’t pierce the fog of lust. She just smiled in response. Elaine grabbed a wrist and dragged the masturbating Bobby to the shower. She turned on the water and pushed her compliant thrall in. Then she went to get dressed.
Elaine removed the strapon and picked out her clothes. She heard Bobby wail out an orgasm and shook her head in condescending disgust. A minute or so later she heard it again. By the third one she was dressed and went in to cool things down. Bobby was on the floor under the shower stream with her eyes squeezed shut. She was rolled into a ball licking her crotch with determined rhythmic strokes, grunting out loud, her long tongue snaking down between her labia, the tip disappearing inside her pussy. Elaine recognized that sound; Bobby was approaching another great orgasm. Elaine turned the water to cold, which broke Bobby’s spell. She looked up to see that Elaine no longer wore the dildo. When Elaine recognized some flash of normalcy in Bobby’s gaze, she shut off the water and threw her a towel.
By the time Bobby was dried off and ready to dress, Elaine had already picked out what she wanted Bobby to wear. Eric had instructed her to dress Bobby exclusively in red. Roberta owned very few red things, and none of it was sexy. So Elaine had pulled from her side of the wardrobe, things Roberta used to make Pinky wear: a pair of identical lycra tubes for top and bottom. Bobby grinned devilishly and pulled one on over her head. Elaine had presented big tits ever since getting implants, but her torso was no where near as big as Bobby’s. The thin elastic material was stretched taught over Bobby’s tits, smashing them flat, pushing them even further up her chest. Her big nipples poked out and their new rings were plainly displayed. You could even make out the dark brown ring of her aureoles.
The micro tube skirt was next. Bobby slipped it over her hips. It was scandalously tiny, not wide enough to reach from her waist to below her crotch. Either the top of her ass crack was going to show, or her cunt would be on display. Bobby looked in the mirror and tugged it down far enough to hide her crotch. This made an inch and a half of her crack visible, and in the front it rode well down below her belly button, so low you could have seen the top of her bush if Eric hadn’t permanently remove it. It was clear she didn’t have any underwear on. Bobby thought this was convenient as several stray fingers found themselves casually stroking her cunt lips. Elaine gently grabbed that wrist and pulled her hand from her crotch, leading Bobby back to the bathroom. Bobby just switched hands.
Roberta hadn’t worn long hair since grade school. It was a wet tangled mess and Elaine needed to brush it out. Bobby smiled at herself as Elaine worked. Both hands were now between her legs, but not stroking. The first three fingers on each hand found the rings on either side and rested quietly on them. Her two thumbs found her clit and touched lightly. The hand position was calming. It reminded her of the rest/attention position she had used over the years in her mixed karate classes; but instead of left hand gripping right wrist, her fingertips touched her cunt. She felt aware, alert, and focused. While Elaine worked, Bobby examined her new physique in detail, every rippled muscle, each taught tendon. She possessed the sculpted body of a god. No amount of weight lifting would have given her this. Her heart pounded. She could feel the power pumping through her veins.
Her hair was now tamed. Elaine put makeup on her: eye liner and shadow, foundation, bright red lipstick. They left for their errands. First stop was a nail parlor. Finger and toenails were painted bright red. Next was the gym where Roberta worked. She was going to give her two week notice.
With her enlarged tongue, Bobby depended on Elaine to do the talking. Bill, the manger, never liked Elaine. He knew full well their lesbian relationship, and did not approve. (Waste of good pussy, he figured.) Something was wrong, Roberta had changed. He barely recognized her. When he got annoyed that Bobby wouldn’t say anything for her self, he told Elaine to shut up. Bobby’s protector mode kicked in; she reacted in anger. She threw Bill against the wall and pinned him, one hand around his throat, the other gripping his balls. Bill was no slouch, but this new Bobby was faster and stronger than anyone who had ever come through his gym doors. She scared the hell out of him. He fired her on the spot.
Elaine’s clinic was closed on Saturdays. She would turn in her two week notice on Monday. So they went shopping. They drove to one of the more upscale malls and started by walking around. They made quite the pair. Elaine knew well how to present her sexy body and she had chosen a tight sexy outfit. She was well practiced. Bobby on the other hand strutted like a killer on the prowl. Her hips and shoulders rolled with a threatening gait. She was wearing that obscene little two piece outfit, and she was barefoot. Just plain weird.
They started at the bottom. Bobby’s only high heels were white. There were five shoe stores on this mall. Bobby tried on every pair of red pumps they could find, keeping mental notes. Store clerks, male and female alike were given long gratuitous looks at her pierced pussy. Roberta would have seduced one or more of them. But Bobby was content to tease them mercilessly. Elaine settled on three different pairs and the went back to get them.
Next came skirts and dresses. Eric had silently imprinted on Elaine that Bobby could not wear pants or shorts ever again. Short hemmed skirts without underwear was her new mode. Bras would only be used when working out. Bobby owned only a few dresses, and Elaine’s clothes wouldn’t fit, so they had a lot of shopping to do. It was a good thing for credit cards, because it was going to be expensive to retool Bobby’s whole wardrobe. Elaine decided to have a shamelessly good time at this project. She knew there was not a single article of clothing in the entire place that Bobby wouldn’t put on and prance around in.
For her part, Bobby was just happy. She knew it was Elaine’s job to pick out her clothes.
There were several dozen boutiques to hit in this mall, and they had nothing better to do. The two girls started at one end and systematically worked their way around the entire lower floor of the mall. Each store they stopped in they asked for a clerk’s help finding only red outfits that would fit, or stretch over, Bobby’s impressive frame. Usually Elaine stayed in the store picking out the next outfit while Bobby changed. Bobby would come out to show off each one, posing, twirling. Elaine would adjust the fit, sometimes giving Bobby a generous feel, making her nipples rock hard. She generally made sure the store clerk could see her overt pawing of her partner. Other times she followed Bobby into the changing stall where they made a plainly audible ruckus.
Bobby cheerfully tried on any garment Elaine handed her. Eric had in fact removed any will she had to resist. Some of the clothes were cute and sexy. Some were obviously meant for teenagers and barely fit. Some revealed extensive skin and looked whorish. Several times they made a trip to the car to relieve themselves of the accumulating shopping bags. One shop specialized in fantasy bedroom clothes and lingerie. They spent over an hour and a half there and spent a pile of money. The pile of lace and satin was so big, it took a separate trip to the car. That clerk was a little puzzled that everything was red, but what the hell, a sale is a sale. She also thought it was odd that the muscular gal never spoke, but she sure looked hot in those thigh high leather boots.
At one trendy youth oriented shop the clerk was a frumpy shy girl, maybe seventeen years old. Elaine easily detected her obvious sexual interest in Bobby. At one point Elaine followed Bobby to the dressing room, told her to remove the dress she was trying, and left her there nude except for the high heels. She told the homely clerk that her friend was naked and that she would watch the shop for a moment if she wanted to go peek. The girl blushed bright red and crept timidly back to the dressing room. When she peeked through the crack in the curtain, indeed she saw a naked Bobby, gently masturbating. She let out an involuntary squeak, and Bobby looked up and smiled. She lifted her wet fingers and wiggled them in a ‘come hither’ gesture.
The girl had been curious about sex with other girls, but too shy to act on it. She melted with Bobby’s invitation. The old Roberta would have been rough, pinning the susceptible girl against the wall and molesting her with unstoppable aggression. But Bobby went easy, holding the girl close in her powerful arms. Her tongue slowly extended out from her lips. Bobby pulled her shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans. The young clerk kicked off her shoes and peeled her pants and underwear off in one motion. Bobby pushed her down sitting on the dressing bench. She knelt between the girls legs and got down to business, giving her a right good introduction to lesbian sex. The inexperienced girl had a hairy snatch. Soon Bobby’s long tongue was coated with loose strays. The girl got off quickly and Bobby stuck her tongue into the girl’s mouth, giving her a taste of her own cunt and leaving behind a few pubic hairs for safe keeping.
The girl recovered and dressed, returning to her job. Elaine had successfully checked out several customers, although she stumbled a bit with the register. Elaine tossed some random dress to Bobby. They paid for their purchases and as soon as Bobby’s tongue had subsided enough, they left.