Ashe Has a New Daddy

Barry grabs my arm, says goodbye to Dr. Shane and the office ladies and escorts me outside to our waiting Uber ride. He helps me up into the large, dark SUV and sits beside me, putting his large arm around me.

"You did great, babygirl" He says softly.

"Thank you Daddy..." I replied, nuzzling my head against him.

I notice his bulge growing in his pants and I place my hand on it, rubbing it gently. Barry moans quietly. I stroke it from outside his pants, rubbing my hand down the length of his shaft and back, before sliding my hand inside to lightly stroke it. My soft hand glides over his cockhead, using his precum to slide my hand down the shaft and back.

"Hey Buddy" Barry blurts out to the driver, a middle aged, brown-skinned man.

I panic and pull my hand back.

"Yes, my friend?" The driver says in an accent I can't quite place.

"You mind if I have a little fun with my girl here? I'll give you a nice fat tip" Barry responds, smirking at me during "fat tip".

The driver hesitates, then says "Fine. Just don't make a mess, make sure she cleans up after, this thing is nearly brand new!" He says sternly, looking back and eyeing me up and down. He must think I'm a prostitute.

"Thank you, good sir!" Barry says, unbuttoning and unzipping himself, using his eyes to point towards his cock and balls.

I nuzzle my head back into him and reach down, grabbing his sack, pulling it out alongside his shaft and letting it all flop out before grabbing the base and stroking it slowly. Barry tilts his head back and closes his eyes, sighing.

I stroke his cock for a minute or so before unbuckling, bending over across his lap and flattening out my tongue, running it up and down the shaft slowly, up to the head, making a large swirling pattern around the tip before sliding back down to his balls, kissing them and repeating.

It doesn't take much time before I'm bobbing my head on his cock, his arm reaching over my back and his large fingers pulling my thong to the side, caressing my tender boypussy.

The driver had no music on, all you could hear were wet, sucking sounds and light moans.

"Lucky, lucky man!" The driver says suddenly.

I don't stop for a second, continuing to service my "lucky, lucky man". I swallow up as much of his cock as I can, diving my head down and back up rhythmically as I massage his sack.

Barry has his finger inside of me, sliding it in and out, making me moan loudly on his cock, I can feel precum dripping out of my cage. One finger becomes two, then two becomes three. He's pushing them in all the way, hooking them inside me as I'm gagging on his cock.

He grabs my hair and pulls my mouth off of his cock, spit dripping down his cockhead and shaft. His fingers slide of my hole and both hands grab me under my arms, lifting me slightly and bringing me onto his lap. I'm on my knees with my ass cheeks enveloping his shaft like a hotdog. I begin sliding up and down, letting it push against my hole, moaning. He grabs the base of his cock and pushes it against my hole, the tip slipping in.

"Oh fuck daddy!" I yelp out as it stretches me out, my ass slowly lowering into his lap as his shaft invades me.

"You're so good for me baby..." Barry says, his cock sliding inside me further and further until my ass cheeks touch his sack.

Fully inserted, he assists me as I begin bouncing on his cock, my cage jumbling and flopping against his belly. By this point, I know how to take Barry's cock. The head always surprises me, but I relax, letting him work my precious cunt. I like to think my brain knows now to relax my hole properly, as I feel less and less pain and more and more pleasure from Barry fucking me.

I stand up on my heels to give myself more height, sliding all the way down to the base of his cock and almost all the back up to the head.

"You got a good bitch, my friend!" the driver chuckles, holding his phone in his right hand, pointing the camera at me. The flash turns on and stays, he's recording us.

I continue bouncing, both Barry and I moaning, his low pitched and mine high and feminine. It begins to sound like a porn video in the car. Moaning, wet clapping noises as my ass cheeks connect with his thighs, Barry sometimes grabbing and slapping my fat cheeks making me yelp.

After a few minutes, Barry starts to grunt and moan louder.

"I'm gonna cum baby..." he says.

"Yes daddy! Cum deep inside my pussy!" I yell out.

My hands are on his shoulders, my ass bouncing in his lap. He tightens suddenly, grabbing my ass cheeks hard, spreading them apart and forcefully pulling them up and down his shaft as he floods my hole.

He relaxes fully as I feel his cock softening, it slips out of my hole as Barry spreads me open. The driver is looking back, still holding his phone and recording.

"That bitch better hold it in!" He says, almost angrily.

I feel so full, I don't know if I can. I pucker my hole as much as possible, trying to hold in Barry's massive load.

Luckily, I begin recognizing the general area. We were approaching Barry's home. I'm struggling to hold his load in as my cunt is certainly wider than it was before the ride.

We finally arrive, Barry sending the driver a handsome tip on his phone. We both exit and the driver honks a few times lightly.

"Give him a show, Ashe" he says, chuckling. The driver has his window down and is smiling.

I bend over, lifting my skirt and spreading my fat cheeks wide open. I push hard, feeling a jet stream of cum shoot out of my hole, with more gushing out and down my legs. I can feel its all out. I turn around and the driver is smiling even harder, he holds a big thumbs up to Barry.

"A good whore!" he says, laughing and driving off.

My face burns red.

I turn and strut towards the house with Barry, who laughs, slapping my ass as I pass by.

I shower up, get in my maid outfit and begin my daily chores.

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Two weeks pass rather quickly, my nerves once again rising and rising as the days went on, knowing I'd soon have a huge set of silicon tits hanging off my chest permanently. It wasn't the only thing that was going to be permanent.

Barry had approached me about a week before the surgery date, cradling me in his lap and holding my cage, telling me how good of a girl I was, how useless my little clit was, that he got me a new cage. He introduced it to me, it was very, very small. It was still pink, but metal, and flat. It fit rather nicely, my little cock handling it well. The only difference this time was that Barry pulled out a small bottle of super glue.

"This is for your own good, baby.." He said, applying the glue into the lock.

"Yes daddy" I whimpered, accepting my fate. I was squirting quite regularly from anal by this point, so it wasn't a major hump to get over.

I couldn't sleep the night before the surgery, I had a pit in my stomach. I'm going to have tits. Tits that can't be removed easily, and even then I would be scarred.

I'd been on hormones now for about a month and was noticing the changes. Body hair which was being waxed regularly was no longer growing in in some places. My nipples were becoming puffier, more sensitive. Barry was right, they got rid of those "boy problems". I no longer even thought of a woman's pussy, or her tits. It stopped occurring to me that I could even have sex with a woman anymore. All my sexual thoughts were about cocks, and cum. Mostly Barry's of course, but also of Dan's, and Dr. Shane's, even the delivery men. I found myself constantly longing for all of them. In my fantasies I was being spitroasted by them, their cocks filling my holes and eventually flooding them with cum.

I got up that morning and prepared Barry's breakfast, bringing it to him and servicing his cock and balls as he watched television in bed. After swallowing him down, he told me to get ready for my appointment, so I got dressed nervously.

"It'll be fine babygirl, you'll be in and out and recovering quickly" Barry reassured me.

"Yes, daddy. I'm...excited" I said. The truth was, I was very, very nervous. But there was a small part of me that was exciting. Maybe I'll look super hot with my big bolt-on tits and little pink flat cage.

We arrived at the clinic and checked in. I was escorting to the surgery waiting room, where I was stripped down and given a gown. After about 20 minutes or so of waiting, Dr. Shane came in, fully masked up and ready.

"Hey Ashe! Are you ready!?" He asked excitedly.

"Y-yes Doctor..." I said nervous.

"Hey now, don't be nervous! You're going to look AMAZING!"

"Thank you...Dr. Shane.."

"The nurses will be right out and we'll get you going!"

With that, he turned and exited.

Two nurses arrived and escorted me into the surgery room where I was laid on a medical bed. A nurse sat next to me and inserted a needle into my arm, holding a mask to my face. I started to drift off, like a light dreamy feeling. Then blank.

In an instant I awoke. It felt like less than a second had passed. I thought for a second something had went wrong, that the anesthesia didn't take. But something was different. Barry was in the room, Dr. Shane beside him. They were chatting, motioning at my chest, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

Barry smiled when he noticed I was awake. He walked over, petting my head and talking to me, but it was all garbled. I could make out a few words, "Beautiful"...."Amazing"...."Perfect"...

I fell asleep again. My next conscious moments were blurred together. Being held up in the bed and Barry helping me walk. In the car, my head laying against him. Then at home, being helped up the stairs. In bed, in and out of sleeping. Pills being put in my mouth, then sleeping again.

I finally regained much of my former consciousness and removed my blanket. There they were, wrapped in gauze around my chest. My new tits. My heart started racing. It all became real in that moment. Nervousness and excitement rose within me.

I rested for a few moments, sitting with the thoughts that my transition was much, much deeper now than it had previously been.

"Barry!" I called out. Within moments I heard footsteps and saw Barry in the doorway, smiling.

"Hi baby. It's done...they're beautiful" he said, "would you like to see?"

"Y-yes..." I said hesitantly.

Barry wheeled over a body length mirror and helped me sit up in bed before grabbing at the gauze and slowing unravelling it around me.

The final piece fell and I got my first look at my new body. I gasped.

Large, hanging breasts were now attached to my chest. My pink nipples puffed out, perfectly placed on the large orbs.

"Oh my god..." I said softly. Lightly grabbing them. They were tender, still healing, but felt like tits.

"Now, Dr. Shane said no rough-housing with them for at least another two weeks, so don't go crazy squeezing them or anything" Barry said.

"Yes daddy..." I said, staring at them in the mirror.

"We're gonna have to get you some new tops, little lady!" Barry chuckled.

I couldn't keep my eyes off them. I laughed along.

I rubbed my fingers on my puffy, tender nipples, lightly pinching them.

"They look....so good Daddy..." I said, smiling.

"Oh yes they do, you're turning into such a beautiful woman, Ashe."

I sighed, leaning back on the bed again, my tits in full view of my eyes now, looking down at my petite, smooth body.

I closed my eyes and rested once again.

(Continued in Pt. 07)