Tom and Valerie

by TSD

�So what can we do for you?� Cindy asked Tom.

            Tom swallowed hard and tried to remember exactly how he had gotten here.  He had run into an old college friend at a museum fundraiser a few weeks ago.

            �Hey, are you Tom Riley?�

            �Yes, I am� Jim?  How�s it going?�

            Jim had given him an impulsive hug.  Tom could tell he�d had a few too many.  They always mixed the drinks strong at these sorts of fundraisers.  Jim leaned in to his ear.  �I don�t know if you heard, but me and Cathy got divorced a while back.�  Cathy had been his college girlfriend and they had married shortly after graduation.  Tom had been at the wedding, heck, it was about ten years ago now. 

            �No, I�m sorry to hear that.�

            Jim slipped a bit, and Tom steered him to a nearby bench.  �No, it�s OK.  It�s really OK.  I�m with Tanya now.�  Jim gestured at a woman who could only be described as statuesque.  A black dress hugged voluptuous curves, with an impressive bosom that cantilevered out from her chest.  A mane of black hair flowed over her shoulder, and her piercing blue eyes caught Tom�s look.  She ran her hands down her sides, and, looking Tom in the eye, pulled her lip with her finger.  Tom looked back at Jim- slightly overweight, poor haircut, a not-freshly laundered shirt.  �You gotta go to this place,� Jim continued.  �How are the ladies treating you?  You can pick your own.�

            �Uh, not really being treated at the moment, Jim,� Tom said.  �What the hell are you talking about?�

            Jim leaned over and pawed Tom�s shoulder.  �I went to what I thought was a nice strip joint.  I was hoping to meet some chick with huge tits.  You know how I am.�  Tom didn�t know, but based on Tanya�s 2 mountain range, Jim had certainly succeeded beyond any of Tom�s wildest dreams, Tom, who was a tit-man.  �Well, there�s this reception desk, and they interviewed me, and asked me what I wanted in a girl, and said they�d call me.  I was pissed- no chicks, no drinks, nothing.  So I go across the street to another bar and��

            �Did they call?� Tom interrupted.

            �Hell yeah!�  Jim straightened up.  �You see her, don�t you?�

            �Jim,� Tom said patiently.  �You lost me.  They called you and set you up with Tanya?�

            �They called me and said they had a girl who was compatible with what I wanted.  I had to go down.  I met her, but she didn�t look like that yet.  We talked and hit it off, and I said I wanted a horny, big-titted sex bomb who would give me some blowjobs.  She said that�s what she wanted to be.  A few days later, they call me again, and she looks like that.  Outta my dreams.  Fucks like a rabbit.�  He got up, unsteadily.  �Here�s where it is,� he said rummaging through his wallet.  �I�m gonna go get my cock sucked off.�

            Tom had kept the card for a week or so, tucked in his wallet.  He hadn�t been having any luck with the ladies.  No one night stands, no dates, no nothing.  Not even any luck at the fundraiser, which he had found to be a reliable place to find high class hotties without the club attitudes.  It had been as long a dry spell as he had ever had. 

            So he had pulled out the card and gone downtown, to a reserved-looking door in a non-descript building around the corner from the party street.  He had gone in, found a plush reception room, with a very attractive young lady wearing a stylish outfit that left little to the imagination.  She had led him to a small, dark, modern office, and given him a long luscious look as she left.  Then Cindy had come in, and Tom�s dick had gotten seriously hard.

            Cindy stood on very high heels, with a few threads of leather across the toes, and more threads that wound up her exquisitely formed, tan calves.  Long legs with toned muscles that rippled under a thin layer of fat led up to a miniskirt that was about as big as Tom�s wallet.  He hadn�t seen her ass, but her hips led up to a flat stomach that peeked out from under a tight black top that seemed ready to burst from the pressure of cantaloupe-sized breasts.  Tom could see the outline of a ring hanging from one nipple.  Her neck was framed by straight, rich, brown hair, tucked behind ears that sparkled with diamonds.  Ruby-red lips outlined a mouth that Tom was certain knew a skill or two. 

            �Well, my friend Jim and his girlfriend Tanya suggested I come here,� he began, hoping she would pick up the conversation.  She did.

            �Oh, Jim was my client,� Cindy cooed.  �So was Tanya.  They were so fun to work with, and Tanya was exactly what Jim was looking for.  I�m so glad they�re doing well.  Doesn�t Tanya look sexy?�  She looked at Tom.  �You�re a friend?  Did Jim tell you what we do here?�

            �Jim�s a friend.  He gave me a card, and suggested I stop in.  He was a bit vague on the details, but I�m very interested.  Uh, if it matters, I�m in a heck of dry spell.�

            Cindy leaned forward.  �I love referral clients.  Let me explain what we do.

I guess you could describe us as a matchmaking service.  Gentlemen who meet our criteria- and if Jim referred you, I�m sure you�ll meet them- are invited to describe their fantasy woman.  We have done extensive research on male-female relationships, and have found that both parties have higher level of physical and emotional satisfaction if the woman meets the male�s physical ideal.  Of course, mental and emotional ideal are important too, but never underestimate the power of sex.  So we usually increase that quite a bit.  Then, we also have female clients, who are invited to describe their ideal physical body.  When we have a match, we introduce the two.  Should they both independently approve of the other, the woman undergoes our proprietary system of physical surgery and mental reconstruction.  Ideals to reality- voila!  A perfect match.  The male can also elect to undergo some surgery and reconstruction, but it is purely voluntary.  Our main focus is changing the female to meet all of the man�s needs.  Are you interested in entering our program?�

            Tom�s jaw had dropped.  �You mean, ah-�

            �Take me as an example.�  Cindy said.  �As an employee, I�m ineligible to match.  But I did take advantage of the program to have my breasts enlarged and reconfigured.  I�m a 32FF, which I�ve always thought was just such a sexy size, especially since I�m only about 5�2� when I�m out of heels.�  She pulled off her shirt to reveal full, obviously fake and overinflated breasts, with pert pink nipples pointing proudly upward, one adorned with a silver ring.  �I always loved the look of implants.  I also had all of my body hair removed.  And my libido has increased considerably- especially anal.  I love it now.�  She was now sitting, somehow, on Tom�s lap.  �Do you want to enter the program?�  She purred, looking him in the eye, licking her lips, and taking his hand and pushing it gently into her enormous breast.  �You can have whatever you want.�  She leaned into him, his thumb suddenly rubbing across her nipple and her tongue exploring his mouth.  �Yes,� he gasped.  �Excellent,� she whispered.  �Let me give you a demonstration.�  She slid down between his legs, her breasts leaving two trails of demolished  nerve endings across his chest.  She looked up at him, his cock already out of his pants, he wasn�t sure how, and then she closed her eyes, and Tom�s cock vanished between her ruby lips. 

            Tom had never experienced anything like her.  He felt like a hundred tongues were licking and pulling and sucking under that mane of brown hair.  He could feel her breasts pressed against his thighs.  He began to buck ��too soon!  Too soon!�- he thought, as what seemed to be more cum than he had produced in his whole life shot out of his cock into her mouth.  She looked up at him, swallowed and sucked him dry.  �You have a great taste,� she said as she slid back up onto his lap, leaning her breasts into him one more time.  �We�ll have to make sure your girl like to suck.  And big tits.�  She giggled.  �Don�t think I didn�t notice.  What do you want your personal slut to look like?�

Tom began to talk for quite a bit.  He really wanted to be a part of the program.

            �So let me summarize,� Cindy said.  She was back behind the desk, which Tom found sorely disappointing, but her shirt was still off, and her breasts rested on the surface.  �Correct me if I got anything wrong.  Redhead, short hair, about 5�7�, slender.  Green eyes.  No body hair.  Really big tits.� 

            �Really big.�  Tom emphasized.  �Like she�s got basketballs under her shirt.  Tits like that.  But, like your tits, I want her to have a really small frame, so they just pop straight up and out.  �

            �Basketball-sized tit,� Cindy repeated.  �What a lucky girl.  And sensitive nipples, but, like I said, we hyper sensitize all primary and secondary erogenous areas.  A plump, full, tight ass, and long shapely legs.  And how horny, again?�

            �I want her to basically be a sex toy.  She�s always ready for it, always willing at the slightest suggestion, but if I don�t want it, she�s not put out.  She thinks of herself as built for sex, and her greatest pleasure, is satisfying me.  But, she does have a lot of really long and powerful orgasms herself.  But she�s not really loud in bed.  Not a screamer.�  He paused.  �And she likes all kinds of sex.�

            �And gives blowjobs like me?�  Cindy asked with a smile.

            �Oh, God, yes.�  Tom replied heartedly.

            Cindy had dismissed Tom at that point, telling him that she would call him as soon as they found a match.  He had spent the next couple weeks alternately wondering if he was insane, if this could actually happen, and replaying the blowjob and the view of her tits over and over.  No call was forthcoming, so he eventually he decided that it was all some sort of elaborate practical joke, notwithstanding Jim�s level of drunkenness, Tanya�s statuesque physique, the business card and corresponding office, Cindy, her melon-sized tits, and the phenomenal blowjob.  Then his phone rang.  Cindy wanted him to come for a visit.

            �We�ve found somebody for you- Valerie Finch,� she said when she came into the office.  She was wearing a pair of painted on jeans that did reveal an incredible round ass, a different pair of high heels, and a too-tight, almost translucent tee-shirt that her braless nipples threatened to puncture.  Tom stared, then realized that it was Friday- casual day at his office as well.  �It goes without saying that you have compatible ideas, but I�ll let the two of you discuss the details as you get to know each other.  Follow me.�

            Tom followed her down a hallway.  She opened a door into a room arranged as a comfortable nightclub lounge with lots of black leather couches, dimmed lighting, and a wet bar that a slim woman was standing in front of.  She was about 5�7�, with short red hair in a pixie cut, clear skin without freckles, hazel eyes.  She was slim, with small breasts under a tight tee-shirt, and a pair of jeans that showed off her attractive, not outrageous curves.  She was, Tom decided approvingly, an ideal vision of a fit young woman.  �Hi, I�m Valerie,� she said, stepping forward and holding out her hand.  Tom noticed her plump pink lips first, and her clean, well manicured hands next.  He introduced himself and then heard the door shut as Cindy slipped out.  �Would you like a drink?� he offered.

            �Oh, yes, but let me get one for you,� she said.  �Please.  What would you like?�

Tom asked for a rum-and-coke.  She fixed another for herself, and curled up on the couch, looking at him.  �Ah, this is sort of awkward,� she started.  Tom agreed.  �But I�ll start,� Valerie continued.

            �I was kind of a prude in high school,� she began.  �But then I went away to college, and my roommate Allison and I really hit it off.  I thought at the time she was a real slut, but we got along so well I didn�t really mind.  So I asked her questions- why did she like sex so much, how did she get it.  I was scared because I wasn�t very experienced, but she told me that it was OK.  It wasn�t too hard to figure out.�  Val�s eyes gleamed.  �So one night she asked if I wanted to go with her to the club.  We�d both been drinking, and I was sick of being a party pooper.  So I said yes.  She dressed me up in some of her vinyl- she had great pants, and I thought we were going to dancing.  We were both pretty drunk, at least I was, and when we were driving into town, she told me to look in her purse.  I found a flask, which we downed, and then in the parking lot, she gave me a little pill, ecstasy, I later found out.  I was pretty looped up, but felt just great.  It wasn�t a dance club, but a private sex club.  She introduced me to a couple guys, and said something like that I was new, and wanted to learn how to treat a man right, and that they should be nice to me.  Well, um, I gave them all blowjobs and apparently did OK.  It was a great night, they took care of me too.  but I think I really got the idea to be subservient then.  Which I really like.�  She paused.  �The drugs were great, but I don�t do much now.  A joint, now and again.

            �Allison and I kind lost touch after we graduated, but she called me up out of the blue last year to tell me about another sex club that she found.  It was wild, she said, they�d change your body and you�d have sex for hours.  She went there with some guy from a bar, but when I went there a few weeks later, it was closed.  So I called her back, and she told me about this place, and what had happened to her friend Tanya.�

            �Tanya?� Tom asked.  �I met Tanya.  She�s with my friend Jim.�

            �Yeah?  Well, Ali and I came down here together a while back, and signed up, and I got called in first.  Ali wants to do some totally weird shit, like three breasts and a ton of piercings and cocks everywhere and who knows what.  I�m like, you can�t be a freak, but she really wants it.  I just want to be a normal sex toy.�  She laughed.  �How did you find out about this place?�

            Tom related how he met Jim and Tanya.  �So, my best relationship had a lot of sex, but the girl got kinda crazy.  She had some bad stuff in her past, and I couldn�t deal with it.  Then, once Jim told me, I figured I�d give this a shot.  I�ve always been bad at attracting the kind of girl that I dream about, even though I can see them in the clubs.  I�m not high-roller enough, nor do I want to deal with the high-maintenance shit.�

            �So,� Valerie began slowly.  �Can I tell you what I want to be like?�

            �Please do.�  Tom said.  �Do you want another drink?�

            �Yes.  And I think I saw a pack of cigarettes back there.  Do you mind if I have one?�

            �Not at all.  Sometimes smoking girls are even hotter.�  He fixed two more drinks and gave her the pack.  She light one, took a deep drag, and exhaled slowly at the ceiling.

            �I want to be a living sex doll.  I love being horny, and having sex, and orgasms, but I really love knowing that I make the guy crazy hot.  I want to be looked at and know that he just immediately thinks of fucking me.  And I love, really love, getting guys off.  I love swallowing cum, and having a cock stuck in me.  I love having my tits played with, and showing them off, even though right now they�re kinda small.  I was saving to have them done.  So, while I have some ideas about what I�d like my body to look like, I�d really just prefer that you think of me as your canvas.  Make me into your fantasy.�  She looked at him.  �Is that kinky enough for you?�

            Tom was busy counting his lucky stars through out her entire conversation.  �Valerie,� he said, leaning over to her, �you sound fabulous.�

            She got up and straddled him.  �Am I going to have big tits?� she asked, placing his hands on her small breasts.
            �Do you want to know?�

            �Maybe you can just give me a general idea of what I�ll be like,�  she said.  �My god, I�m so wet.  This is like, the ultimate dream come true.�

            �You already have a great figure,� he began.  �I�ll narrow your waist by a few inches, so you�ll look stunning in a corset.  You won�t have any body hair.  I think we�ll plump up your lips a little bit- go for an Angelina look.  You�ll really think of yourself as a sex toy, horny all the time, waiting and willing to fuck.  Lots of orgasms for you.  Do you like giving blowjobs?�

            She nodded, licking her lips, with her hand in her pants.

            �I�m going to have a bigger cock, with lots of cum for you.  And yes, you�ll have bigger tits.  Probably the biggest you�ve ever seen.�  She closed her eyes and shivered for a few minutes.  Then she opened her eyes, looked at Tom and smiled.  �You won�t regret this at all.�

            Cindy was explaining what would happen next.  �Well, first we need to begin the mental reconstruction.  We�ve already done some tests and she is very eager to begin, which is good as it will make her more malleable.  This will take about a week.  Then we implant the libido stimulator in the base of her skull.  After that, the mental reconstruction will be mostly complete.  She won�t be conscious during the physical surgery, so when she awakes and sees her new body, it will already agree with her mental image of herself and her purpose.  Because of your agreement with her, we�ll need you to be on-site during this phase.  And it would be very helpful if we could complete your enhancements before completing hers.  We can imprint your cock deep into her sexual stimulus.�  She gave him some papers to sign.  �What do you want, exactly?�

            �I want a big cock, but I�m not exactly sure how big.  And I want to be able to orgasm a lot, with a lot of cum.� 

            She nodded.  �What I would recommend would be a lower-rated stimulator first.  Then you can decide on your new cock size.�  She paused.  �Of course, we�ll need to do some tests afterwards- make sure it functions to your satisfaction.  I hope you�ll consider me.  Shall we begin?�

            She led him into an operating room, and gestured to a table.  �We�ll strap you down on here.  The implant will be placed by a computerized control.  What I need you to do is to focus on the show above you.  We need you to be as horny as possible during the procedure.  We�ve culled images from the BEA, and a few of our first meeting.�

            Tom laid down on the cool table.  Cindy had disappeared into a corner, but now reappeared wearing thigh-high shiny black leather boots and a corset over which her breasts and nipples spilled.  �I love bondage,� she said.

            She climbed onto the table, straddled him, and bent over his head.  �I have to strap your head down,� she said, as her breasts lowered against his face.  The nipple ring brushed against his lips.  He licked it with his tongue, and ran his hands along her hips.  �I can�t quite reach it,� she said huskily, pressing closer against his face.  He pulled on the ring with his teeth, eliciting a groan, and sucked against her engorged pink nipple.  His hand cupped around her ass, and felt the wetness of her slit, and another ring there.  He pulled at that one, and she gasped.  He felt the leather strap against his forehead.  �Now, for the other strap,� she gasped.  She lifted herself up, and turned herself around.  Tom could feel her breath on his cock.  Her boots filled his peripheral vision, and her wet cunt, with the ring appeared right in front of him.  He stuck out his tongue, and she slid backwards a few inches, so his face was buried in her sex.  He licked and sucked, drinking her wetness in, and felt, distantly, a strap across his waist.  Far off, Cindy said, �I�ll start the machine.�  He felt her lift his cock, her lips sliding across it, her hair brush against his thighs, and the amazing sensation of her mouth.  As he felt his cock and balls begin to tighten, ready to release, and Cindy�s cunt quivering and shaking, he felt a sudden piercing pain in his neck.  Then his load shot out, and Cindy moaned, and his orgasm reached new heights.  He felt his cock contract and explode again and again, even after all his cum had left.  His nipples felt alive, and the taste and smell of her pussy was intoxicating.  He gasped, spent, his cock still twitching in her mouth, where she held it between her lips. 

            She climbed off him and stood, panting.  �Excellent, I mean, oh my word, that was great.  And the chip implanted right during your orgasm.  That�s the best baseline.�

            Tom agreed wholeheartedly.  He had just had the best orgasm in his life, and he was ready for another round.  And this was with a lower-rated stimulator.  Valerie had no idea what she was in for, he decided.   He looked at his cock, standing proudly at attention, glistening, and moving with his heartbeat.  It could be a little bigger, he thought.

            Cindy led him into another room.  �Ready for your enhancement?� she said, gesturing at another table.  �I�ll test you afterwards,� she promised.  �What I need you to do is focus on the images which will, I swear, appear above you.  We�ll take brainwave measurements to see which ones you react most positively to.  That will be your new size.�  Tom hopped on the table.  Two other nurses came forward.  One attached diodes to his head, while given him a generous look at her cleavage.  The other sank some needles into his groin.  He felt it go fuzzy, then numb, he decided, because she was attaching all sorts of things to his still-erect cock and he didn�t feel any of it.  Then a screen lowered in front of him, and he heard Cindy say, �Concentrate.�

            The screen erupted into a rapid-fire montage of cocks.  They flashed by so quickly he couldn�t describe them if he wanted to, but, he did think that they were being used in a wide variety of sex acts.  This went on for a few minutes, then seemed to slow down.  The screen went dark, he felt the nurses fiddle with their attachments, got another eyeful of cleavage, and then Cindy was at his side.  �How do you feel?�  she asked.

            �Horny,� he replied.

            �Good!�  she beamed.  �You at first displayed a strong preference for what we call �The Stallion,� but then we noticed that you wanted to go a bit bigger.  So you�re certainly on the large size, but not too freakish.  Valerie will be very pleased.�  She lifted the screen out of the way, and Tom was momentarily shocked to see a penis about a foot long and the diameter of a cucumber resting on his groin.  Then, it seemed absolutely natural and proper that his cock should be the size of a garden vegetable.  He sat up and stroked it.  It felt hot, hard, alive.  His balls were also larger, about the size of tennis balls.  He looked at Cindy, and saw an expression of undisguised lust.  �So, do you want to test it?� he asked.

            She nodded.  He jumped off the table and pressed himself against her.  She gasped as the tip of his monster brushed the bottom of her breasts.  He spun them around and pushed her up onto the table.  �Take me,� she said, lying on her back, spreading her legs, her eyes shining over the tops of her enormous breasts still resting on her chest.  He pushed against her, and she guided him in, gasping at the size, squirming.  Tom could feel her clit ring running up and down his cock as he pumped in and out of her tight, wet cunt, which grasped and released his cock with each thrust.  He looked down at her, and saw her pulling her nipple ring furiously, and she began to gasp.  �more, more, harder,� Tom pounded against her, his balls swinging up against her pelvis.  As she closed her eyes, and cried out, with her pussy gushing fluid, Tom felt his newly enlarged balls pull up against his cock, and with a furious moan, he too began to cum.  He could feel each expansion and contraction as cum shot out into her waiting pussy.  She whimpered with each shot, feeling his manhood violate her.  He went on and on, longer, more powerful than he had ever imagined, feeling nothing else except the power in his cock and his balls slowly emptying.  It was the most spectacular thing he had ever experience.  He slid out of Cindy, and looked at her lying spent, glazed eyes, tall erect nipples crowning her firm breasts, juices dripping from her cunt.  �Holy fuck,� she sighed.  �Valerie has no idea what she�s getting into.�

            Valerie spent most of the week watching porn, videos on different sex techniques, and listening to both blatant and subliminal messages that all told her that she was a slut, a sex doll, good only for fucking, and that her greatest pleasure was in ministering to Tom and his cock.  This all made her very happy, as she had wanted to be a sex toy, and now everyone was convincing her she was one.  She couldn�t wait to try out the new blowjob techniques she had learned during her meals, which had all consisted of a thick, milky salty liquid contained in giant dildos.  Her pussy ached, but she told herself she couldn�t masturbate.  Only Tom could make her cum.  She belonged to him.  She was his toy.  

            She was led into a room, in which an old man in a white coat sat.  �Valerie, it�s time for a little interview.� He said.  She nodded.

            �Who are you?�

            �Valerie Finch.�

            �What do you want to do?�
            �I want to fuck Tom.�

            �What type of person are you?�
            �Person?� she repeated, her brow furrowed.

            �How do you think of yourself?�

            She still looked confused at the question.  �I�m a sex toy.  Nobody should treat me like a person, like Tom.  They should just fuck me.  I�m a slut.  I make people horny, even when they just look at me.  That makes me happy.�

            The doctor wrote some things down.

            �Would you like a sexy body, Valerie?�
            �Oh yes.  My titties are way too small.�

            The doctor left the room.  �She�s ready,� he told Cindy.

            Tom had arrived back at the office, and was waiting in Cindy�s office.  �Well, Tom, she�s ready for the final physical reconstruction.  We implanted the high-level libido stimulator yesterday, and all she�s thought about since is various sex acts.  Her libido is about five times as powerful as yours, but is very contingent on performing, not receiving, so she�s very controllable.�

            �Five times,� Tom breathed.

            �Yup,� Cindy agreed.  �She�s all about sex.  And that�s how she views herself too, primarily as a sexual creature for your satisfaction.  She�s been receiving her nutrients through dildos shaped like your cock, with your flavor.  In fact, her metabolism will run best on your cum, although she can still ingest food.  She know she wants to please you, and is a bit dismayed at her body right now.  So, she�s ready for the final transformation.  She expressed that she�d rather not see you until she has the body she wants- which is the body you want her to have.  She�s made that very clear.  She�s going into surgery right now.  Let�s go.�  She led him to a room which overlooked the operating room Tom had received his cock in.  Valerie was strapped down to a table, with needles and tubes protruding from most of her body, diodes on her head, and a screen hovering inches from her eyes.

            �Tom, we need you to sit here.  We�ll run a series of images, like we did for your cock, and your brainwave response will decide the degree of Valerie�s transformation.  Val will see the same images, and your ideal will become her ideal, as well as her reality.  She will also experience a series of orgasms throughout the transformations, to reinforce the desirability of her new body.  So, to go over the list, we�ve already removed her body hair, and increased her libido, sexual response, and orgasm capabilities.  Today we�ll adjust her lips, breasts, waist, and anything else that might come up.  Any other changes will be picked up from your subconscious.  You don�t need to worry about thinking about anything in particular.  Ready?�

            �Will I be able to see her change?�

            �Yes,� Cindy replied with a smile.  �It will increase your arousal for Valerie.  After each series of images, the screen will lift, and you will see her changes take place.�

            Tom took a deep breath, sat in the chair, and the nurse attached the diodes to his head, brushing against his cock and her breasts against his shoulders as she did so.  The screen lowered into place.  �The first is her lips,� he heard Cindy say.

            A flurry of pictures rushed past Tom, of lips pursed, pressed around cocks, pursed together, open in orgasmic ecstasy, tongues pressing against nipples, licking cocks, licking lips, intertwining.  The images slowed down, and disappeared.  The screen lifted. 

            �In addition to fuller lips, you also expressed a strong desire for her to have a longer tongue.�  Cindy said.  �So, now, watch.�

            Fluid moved through tubing into her lips, and a brace pulled her jaws apart.  A machine entered her mouth.  Tom could see her nipples become more erect, and she began to twitch, her body twisting from side to side.  Her lips became fuller, but retained their shape.  The machine pulled from her mouth, and she moaned, and licked her new lips.  Then her tongue stuck out of her mouth, and reached down to the bottom of her chin. 

            �She�s looking for a cock,� Cindy explained.  �She knows that�s what her lips are for, and the orgasm that was submitted through her stimulator was one that she will feel when she has a cock shooting into her mouth.  We�ll enhance her breasts next.�

            Tom sat back down, and then asked a question.  �I�m a tit guy,� he began, �and, uh, I�m wondering if we could get a better response if I also orgasm as I watch the video.  Do you think that could be arranged?�

            Cindy shook her head.  �Thanks for the compliment, but it could screw up the data we collect.  If we have the correct images, and I�m sure we do, you may orgasm just from the video.  Then Valerie will receive those breasts.  And I�m sure that you�ll approve.�  The screen dropped down again, and a blizzard of images flew past.  Tom couldn�t make any out individually, but he did become harder, and suddenly was surprised by a powerful orgasm that left him staring at an elfin girl with breasts that spilled out over the sides of her torso, and thrust over a foot in front of her, pressing together to form a incredibly deep cleavage that Tom ached to thrust his cock into.

            The screen lifted, and Tom could see Valerie�s breast begin to grow.  His cock began to ache more.  Valerie was moaning, and Cindy switched on a speaker.  �Bigger, bigger,� she called out, as her breasts grew from B-cups to softballs, and larger.  She arched her back, and one hand slipped from restraint and between her legs.  More fluid pumped into her tits, as they grew larger, symmetrical, spheres growing on her chest.  �Bigger,� she moaned, and they grew to soccer ball sizes, grazing against each other in the center, and spilling over the side of her ribcage, her nipples erect on top.  Her hips bucked up and down, and her long tongue ran over her lips in release. 

            Tom turned to see Cindy with her hand down her pants, massaging herself as Valerie�s breasts went from modest to astounding.  He caught her eye.  �That always makes me so hot,� she purred.  �We�re almost done.  Now for her overall figure, and any last minute adjustments.�

            Tom sat down on the chair again, and the screen dropped in front of him.  Again the images flashed by, of women with amazing curves, stuffed in black leather corsets, waists being cinched tight, breasts being lifted up and out.  The screen lifted, and Tom saw that Valerie was encased in a metal tube that fit snugly around her, but revealing every contour of her body, as if she were wrapped in silver colored latex.  Suddenly she began to convulse, and Tom could see her waist grow slimmer.  Her pelvis rose, as her ass became more rotund.  Her nipples stood straight up.  Suddenly, one of the nurses in the room spoke.

            �Cindy, her mental data indicates that she would like her breasts to be larger.  Should that occur, or should we override that desire?�

            Cindy turned to Tom.  �That�s your decision.  She�s your toy.�  Tom nodded.  �Go ahead,� Cindy told the nurse.

            Valerie began panting and flexing in orgasm, as the silver material around her breasts began to expand.  Her breasts grew from living flesh soccer balls into something larger.  They slowly inflated on all sides, and grew again, pushing against each other firmly into a deep cleavage, and spilling out over the sides of her torso until they appeared to rest on her arms.  She bucked, arching her back, as cum dripped from her pussy, her mouth open in a silent cry.

            �That was the last unconscious orgasm.�  The nurse reported.  �She�s awakening.�

            Tom walked into the room, and stood next to her as she opened her green eyes.  They focused on her.  �How do I look?� she asked him. 

            �You�re very, very, very hot.  You look exactly like you wanted- a living sex doll.�

            She sat up and looked down on her breasts.  �These are way bigger than my Cs,� she said, attempting and failing to cup one in both hands.  She gasped as her fingers stroked her nipple.  She leaned over, and looked down at her hairless pussy, with a ring peeking out between her legs.  She swung her legs over the side of the table, and saw Tom�s enormous erection.  She stood and pirouetted.  �Tom, please meet Valerie, your cum slut, living sex doll, flesh and blood fantasy.�  She grasped his cock as he began to run his hands over her enormous, glorious, impossible tits.  She licked her plump red blowjob lips.  �Let me show you what I can do.�