Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Four.
Waking Up with Unexpected Assets.
Winnifred Burkle awoke groggily, her body strapped down to a table. She lifted her head slightly and saw two bandaged masses on her chest. Inside must be what were now her definite breasts. The previous night she'd been barely able to see her feet past the two orbs they had grown on her in that strange aquarium. They'd been slightly smaller than Cordelia's, but these new ones must be a good bit larger. Of course, there were the bandages, but even without them she was sure she wouldn't see a thing over them. She squirmed uncomfortably.
"Hi, anybody dere?" she asked nervously. "Deesh reshtwain's are kinda uncomf'table. I'd weally like to get up now." Fred bit her fat lower lip to stop it from trembling. She was terrified of what was happening here, horrified of what these people had already done to her body and voice and speech, and what they were about to do to her mind. Where was Cordy? Could she save her? Did she escape? Did she phone? She'd promised. "Trust me," she'd said. Then Fred heard a door opening. She couldn't see anyone because her breasts were in the way, but she could hear the clicking of heels followed by inane giggles. By now they sent a familiar sense of horror into her. She watched as two pink-haired bimbo pseudo-nurses moved into view.
"Awww, she, wike, sho pweddy," said the taller of the two.
"Wow! Dem tiddies are, wike, huge," tittered the other. "Dey, wike, way bigga dan mine. I bet dey look totawy shwutty unda dem banda... banda... fingies."
"Yeah. Doctah shay dey'sh gonna be wike de biggestest he eva make. When dey done, dey look sho kewl."
"Da'sh niche," Fred slurred past her fat new lips, making the girls start. "But if you giwsh can jush' untie me, I could... " Fred thought for a moment, "I could show you what dey look like now." Fred just hoped they were as gullible as she supposed they'd be. If they were, it should be no problem to outsmart them.
The two bimbos looked at each other. They shrugged, giggled and began fumbling at the straps. Fred's heart raced; she might have a chance to escape this nightmare. As soon as the straps around her arms were undone, she sat up. The new weight on her chest was enormous, giving her a hard time reaching the straps on her legs. Then she swung her long legs off the table, noticing that she reached the floor way before her feet did. Her ankles wobbled in what must be crazily high heels and platform soles. She tried to stand steady, then she tried to walk as quickly as she dared. She was only able to move a few steps. Her inexperience on heels of any height as well as the weight of her chest caused her to fall.
Fred quickly began to crawl along the floor. Maybe she could out-crawl the two silly bimbos. But a pair of black leather brogues stopped her in her path.
"Nice to see that you know where a real woman belongs," said the man belonging to the shoes. He looked down at the crawling Fred. "But I believe in your case you should be gyrating around a pole." Fred quickly tried to back away from the man wearing a lab coat, but he grabbed her by her long hair. "Not so fast, honey. Your sweet friend has just welcomed her neural augmentation. Now it's your turn." He looked over to the two bimbo nurses and chuckled. "Just think! In a couple of hours, you'll be looking up to these two as geniuses."
Fear crept into Fred's grossly disfigured body. She started shivering, making her bubbly curves shake. A few hours, he said? Oh God, she thought. Sweet God... Angel, come save us. Save me, Cordy, I'm so afraid. She felt a slow trickle of urine leave her swollen slit. The man in the white coat laughed, grabbing another handful of her hair. He pulled her up to his face, making her shriek with pain.
"Time's up, slut!" he said. When she once more stood on her swaying pins, he tore the bandages off her chest. It hurt, but when she looked down, there were only reddish traces of the torn off bandages left on her otherwise perfect skin. The fake-looking melons rose from her slender ribcage with a deviant pride, stretching her new strong skin into taut glory. The doctor poked a hard finger into the flesh.
"Nothing as slutty as the real fake," he muttered. Fred squealed at the touch. The doctor slapped her giant tits, making them swing into each other. Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Fred touched one tit with sheer disbelief; she couldn't even call it a breast anymore. She really had to reach out to graze its nipple, and when she did, her knees almost folded from the jolt of electricity that hit her. The doctor grinned.
"Such lovely toys indeed," he said. Then he pushed her in the direction of the door. "Don't you even think of running, cow. We have means of making you regret that more than giving in." They walked along a corridor with tall windows to the right. Down deep lay the ignorant city. She thought of all those normal, busy people who didn't care for a thing in the world. They didn't know zilch of what happened in this building; they were totally indifferent to what was done to her...
Here she was, all alone. A stupidly disfigured caricature of a woman, tottering behind two jello mountains. Flashes of reflections from the tinted windows showed her a lean, tall girl on endless legs. She was totally naked and elevated on silly heels. Out of a wasp-like waist grew the biggest tits she'd ever seen or thought possible on a woman. They didn't sag a millimeter and their nipples were at least an inch long.
