Chapter Two – Cupcake’s Homecoming
Allison awoke in a sea of pink. The ruffled collar of a pink baby doll nighty greeted her chin while the laced ruffles of a pink comforter swallowed her into the confines of a pink, satin bed with matching pillows. Staring up, a pink canopy, covered in more pink satin, smiled down upon her.
Where was she? Why couldn’t she remember anything? A smothered feeling of nightmares pushed back into her sub-conscious mind seemed to wink at her, more than leer.
Rising out of the sea of comforters, Allison stretched… and that’s when she noticed her hands: Two perfectly manicured hands with a “baby pink” polish ending in one inch square tips. Allison studied them, shocked. She tapped them against the night table: acrylic. Maybe permanent.
And then her hair spilled down from her bonnet… a cascading flow of platinum blonde tresses, styled into French curls. They landed on the twin mounds of her 34E breasts.
34E breasts…
Allison opened her mouth to scream, but not a sound escaped her collagen-enhanced lips. Seizing her breasts out of pure shock, she squeezed them… not believing the site of them until finally–
Allison squealed, a high-pitched little girl’s scream, as the heaviest, earth shattering sensation she had ever felt erupted in her pussy.
Pleasure that she had never felt… pleasure that scared (thrilled) her.
“What’s happened to me?!?”
Downstairs, Melvin stirred his early morning coffee, practically giggling to himself. He had already taken Allison’s virginity while she lay unconscious. Fuck Gruber and all his traditional “Wait till they’re awake before you break them in” mantras. It had been close to a month since they had caught this slut wandering around town. Dumb runaways. Capturing and transforming “strays” was perhaps the best idea this town had come up with yet.
A month of waiting. Surgery after surgery. Statistic after statistic. Gruber and his cronies loved keeping the men of Cherish Valley in suspense. Sure, Melvin had been down this road before back when he and his wife first moved to Cherish. But she was gone now. And it was high time that he acquired a new toy.
Upstairs, Melvin’s new “toy” had just fallen out of bed. “Ha,” thought Melvin, “Give the bimbo a few more minutes to explore her new changes.” Then he’d come up and explain everything. Or at least, what he felt like explaining.
Upstairs, Melvin’s toy… Allison Anders… was laying on the pink carpet. Tears of shock streaming down her face.
What – the – fuck – had – happened?
And less importantly, where the hell she was? The last thing she could recall was…. Well, Allison really couldn’t recall much of anything. Her mind was a complete blank. When she thought of family, the face of some old man appeared. When she thought of home… some house in a utopian fantasy appeared. And when she thought of her life… only feelings of servitude, pleasure and submissiveness surfaced.
Allison grabbed the sides of her curly head and squeezed at her temples. Somehow, she regained her footing. It was the 7 inch heels on her stocking-clad feet that had made her lose her balance when she stepped from the bed. Who the hell wore shoes to bed anyway?
People like you, Cupcake.
There it was again! That voice in her head. Her aching head.
Walking from the Victorian style bed, Allison found that the high heels were actually not a bother at all. In fact, they fit perfect and even soothed her high arches.
Taking the room in, Allison noticed how dominant the color pink was. Pink, the color bimbos wore. Cheerleaders. Girly girls. The exact opposite of everything Allison had always strived to be. But even these thoughts seemed fuzzy. Thinking in general seemed fuzzy.
Allison turned from the pink wallpaper with the ribbon designs to find herself staring into a wall-length mirror.
That was when she fainted.
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“Come now, dear. It’s not that bad. Daddy is here.”
Allison awoke, crunched up like a little girl in the lap of some old man.
“Wha— what?” asked Allison, brushing her long, blonde hair from her face.
“C’mon, up! Get up. Time you saw what Daddy Melvin has done to you.”
Lifting her up, Melvin brought Allison back over to the mirror. And then she remembered why she had fainted.
Allison Anders was no longer a woman. Allison Anders had become a cartoon. A Little Annie Fanny. A surgically-enhanced wonder slut.
Her hair resembled that of a dolls. Long, platinum blonde tresses done into a severe French curl that began at the top of her head (where a pretty pink bow rested) and trailed down to the small of her back.
Her face was angelic beauty. Porcelain skin with rosy, high cheek bones; two, round eyes of an almost opaque, blue nature. When she blinked, her long eye lashes fluttered like… a dolls. Pencil thin eyebrows rose high when she took in her cute, perky, button nose, resting above a set of unbelievably fat, collagen enhanced lips, shaped into a cupid’s bow. Made into a perfect, bee-sting pout, Allison’s new lips were so puffy that she couldn’t even close them. They seemed to always be open in a perpetual “o” and were swathed in a coat of thick, pink lip gloss.
Melvin noticed the girl fingering her new lips. Raising a wrinkled appendage, he inserted his crusty finger deep into Allison’s mouth. Instinctively, Allison’s fat lips closed around his finger, inviting and welcoming it like a tight vagina.
“Ahh, Gruber’s done his work.”
Allison wanted to yank Melvin’s hand from her mouth, but she found all she could do was stare down, cross-eyed at Melvin’s hand like a frozen idiot. And then Melvin’s finger popped out of Allison’s mouth with a wet slurp… a set of dentures attached. Allison immediately raised her pink fingers and began searching for her teeth.
Why were there no teeth in her mouth???
Her teeth were in Melvin’s hand and all that Allison was greeted with was a set of shiny, wet gums where her teeth once were.
“Ma eef!” pleaded Allison.
“What, dear. I believe you’re enquiring about your teeth?”
Allison shook her head up and down, frantically, her hand still covering her new mouth.
“Why, what good would teeth do a set of lips like that?” With that, Melvin pinched Allison’s lower lip. “You’ll wear your dentures when we have to make appearances. And even then, they’ll be fused together with a cast of my dildo behind them. Can’t have you forgetting that my cock is your new lollipop. Little girls like lollipops, don’t they?” Melvin chuckled, as he fidgeted with some sort of dildo at the back of the wet dentures in his hand “Ohh, you’ll find opening your mouth when they’re in quite a treat… since I can sometimes make it impossible. These ones here are able to open, but don’t get used to that. Most of the others will be fused together.”
“Wha hafff u uun?”
“I removed your teeth, silly girl. What good would they do a cock sucker like you anyway? Don’t you see, I don’t care what comes out of your mouth, only what goes into it. And in this case, my cock is what goes into it. You’re mouth is my new cum deposit. And when you get too chatty, I’ll just insert your “special dentures” in.” Melvin gestured to the dildo, which he attached and then removed from the back of the dentures. “All you’ll be able to do is smile and look pretty, with a cast of my penis, filling your mouth.”
Allison shook her head back and forth in shock… but it was quickly forgotten as she took in the rest of her new body: The pink, feminine nighty did little too hide her new, 34E breasts. Nipples the size of a finger tip pointed out from the thin fabric… almost groping for the air before them. Losing the urge not to touch them, Allison lifted her breasts as high as she could and was amazed to feel how firm they were, and how they sagged very little when she released them. Rather, they seemed to bounce even higher up then they previously sat.
Next, she took in her waist. Melvin had a thing for 18 inch waists. And so two of Allison’s ribs had been removed. It was her first surgery, since it took the longest to heal.
Allison’s hips flared out around a 34 inch bubble butt shaped into a heart. When she sat, it felt like a pillow under her ass. Only the pillow was her ass. Since the pink nighty ended at her belly button, and Allison wore no panties, exploring her now hairless vagina was easy…
Two, thick lips, dripping and hungry surrounded a clitoris the size of a quarter, it seemed. The nether lips of Allison’s cunt resembled a flower, ready to bloom and swallow any fly that landed in its trap.
Continuing down, Allison took in her new, stocking-clad legs… hairless underneath like the rest of her body, they seemed to go on forever, ending at the soles of her 7-inch mules.
“Ahh, and let’s not forget the kicker.” said Melvin. Reaching up to the collar of Allison’s baby doll nighty, Melvin pulled the ruffled lace down just far enough so that she could make out a steel collar painted white and layered in pink lace. The words “Cupcake – Property of Melvin Cobbler. Please Return if Found!”
Allison was numbed by this new discovery. But a new shock overtook her a second later… Allison couldn’t read any of the words on the collar.
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“An airhead, you see?” said Melvin.
Cupcake stared into the man’s watery eyes. Watery from age, while Cupcake’s were watery from the dawning realization that her life would never be the same. For the past hour, Melvin had been explaining to her all that had transpired the past month in the labs and rooms of Cherish Med. And he had just gotten to the part she had feared most: Allison’s new IQ was less than half her old one.
Why was he telling Cupcake? Why should she know?
The answer was simple: this was Melvin’s little game. Standard procedure in Cherish Valley was what they called a “clean sweep.” Once that was achieved, the female subject was then brainwashed and mentally geared through hypnosis and repeated zoning to be “prepared” and readied for her new life. Like a new puppy, trained and eager to please, the wives of Cherish left the medical center with a renewed vigor and urge to please their men. They knew all that was expected of them and all the men had to do was sit back and enjoy the show… as their wives became housemaids, mothers, and sluts all in one.
It was Cherish Valley’s secrecy, excellent economy, and remote location that kept it alive for so many decades. They had only had one occasion of a “leakage” when a family had escaped a few years back. But the wife had returned, and the husband and two kids had been “done away with.”
Hell, Cherish had their own political board. Their own police force. They even had their own cable broadcasting (specifically tailored for subliminal hypnosis, of course). It was a town of upstanding morals and righteous ideals and beliefs. A throwback to the innocent days of the 1950s when America was young and hungry. Kids were raised right in Cherish. A girl’s Sweet Sixteen became the threshold to a new life of servitude and pleasure. Those born in Cherish knew this. They aspired to it.
Conformity was their release.
Individuality was to be feared… and repressed at all costs. The town came first, the men came second. The women never came. They just served.
But Melvin knew all of this was bullshit. Well, maybe all of it accept that last part. People like Gruber knew too. It was the elders. The men on the town board. The Association and all their preaching and “good moral fiber” that made things so archaic around town. The women had no say in it, since, in a way, they epitomized it.
You see, the women of Cherish weren’t trashy sluts. No way. It would not be allowed.
Rather, the fashion of the town would best be described as June Cleaver meets Pamela Anderson. Bright, pastel colors greeted kid gloves and satin clad dresses which ended just below the pussy lips. The style of Cherish was a contradiction in terms. The colors and fabrics suggested virginity… yet the heart-shaped holes cut into the asses of a more popular, designer skirt immediately reminded you that you were in some sort of perverted, male utopia.
And even better, the skirts came that way from the store.
Melvin didn’t want a trashy slut. He could travel up to Los Angeles and get that in a strip club. He wanted the contradiction. He lived for it. Cupcake was to become his new wife. His new daughter. His new bimbo… all in one. And he liked her pink, brainless, and pretty. His very own Barbie Doll to play with, dress up and fuck silly.
The idea of the strong, feminine women was a joke to him. In Cherish, the term “Career Girl” meant waitress. The word “bimbo” meant “female.” And Melvin had no problem with that ideal at all.
But was he to strive to become like those men on the town board? The ones who led their new trophy wives to restaurants on an invisible leash?
Maybe.
But his toy wouldn’t be fitting the mold of the common Cherish female. Sure, custom jobs were becoming very popular these days. It had become common to see a man leading a wife out of the town mall with a perfectly, normal “Cherish frame.” Only her lips would resemble a donut. A line of drool collecting on a bib she wore around her neck. She’d have to spend the rest of her life eating and drinking through a straw.
And to her, it would seem as if this was how she was meant to be.
Well, Melvin didn’t want a wife with a donut for a mouth. No, his custom job was something different all together. And he had to pay Gruber a hefty amount more than the agreed fee to oblige.
His wish was that Cupcake wouldn’t be a clean slate like the others. Rather, she would hate Melvin. She would know something was wrong. That her body was not meant to be like this. That she was not meant to be here, in Cherish.
Yet she would be powerless to stop it. A simple, “No” would have her sitting submissively, a smile on her pretty face and an agonizing scream of “Why???” echoing through her empty little head.
Since her “teeth” had been inserted back into her mouth. Allison found she could talk again. She had said little since first waking up, and it was still very difficult to get used to the new way she spoke.
“But, like– why, have you like– ummm… done this to Cupcake?”
“No reason. It was my time. Do you know how long I was on the “Stray Waiting List? Two years. Two years I prepared this house. Prepared your wardrobe. I didn’t care who they picked up. I just knew that after all the surgery, she would be mine. My little Cupcake to have and fuck. It was just good timing when you came along. Most Strays don’t end up as wives. They get implanted and enhanced and then sent off to work as maids, waitresses and secretaries. But Gina, my wife, was one of the first women to die of natural causes in Cherish. She took sick many years ago, and her condition only got worse. So my only option was to put my name down on the waiting list. And here you are.”
“But like– why did you, like– make Cupcake ummm… stupid?” asked Allison in a lispy, high-pitched, little girl voice.
“Because most women are stupid already, silly girl.” Tapping Cupcake’s button nose, Melvin said, “But I like them really stupid. Which is why you’re going to recover from all of this “trauma” very quickly. Not because you’re a strong, resilient young woman. Rather, because you’ll be too dumb to remember everything we just talked about.”
Folding her arms like a little girl who hasn’t gotten the doll she wanted on Christmas morning, Allison shook her head No. And then she said, “Cupcake like– won’t forget. She won’t.” Pouting and clenching her eyes shut, Melvin observed the face of the stubborn slut before him.
“Ahh, but you’re doing exactly what they programmed you to do. I wanted you this way…. fighting me every inch of the way. Sure, they’ll be days where you’ll find yourself giggling like a horny cheerleader in heat at the site of a balloon rising into the air… and I’ll let you have those days. It’ll be a false happiness. The happiness of an airhead. Which is just what you are. But most of your days will be spent begging me not to fuck your ass again and then cum in your mouth. Most of your mornings will be spent awakening next to my bed with a dog leash attached to your collar. Dried tears on your cheeks. They’ll be times where you spend the whole day cleaning the house with all of your orifices filled. They’ll be nights where you go to sleep with my cock in your mouth and wake up with a mouth full of sticky, hot cum.”
With a mounting horror, Allison took in all that Melvin said. She made a promise to herself in that very second that she would indeed, fight him every step of the way. That she would escape from this accursed town and regain her dreams. That she would live a normal life and grasp and hold on to her dwindling intelligence.
And then Melvin lifted the girl from his lap and set her down on her knees. The ruffled hem line of the pink baby doll nighty collected over the wet, fat lips of Allison’s new cunt.
“Stay!” commanded Melvin.
And like a good little girl, Cupcake could only stare, her pink mouth permanently open in a little “o” as Melvin undid his fly and pulled down his old man’s pants to reveal a sweaty, flaccid cock, hanging limply in-between his hairy crotch.
Licking his lips anxiously, Melvin said, “Now be Daddy’s little girl and suck me dry, Cupcake.”
And like the good little bimbo she was, Cupcake Coddler smiled, pointed at Melvin’s cock and said, “Pretty!!!” Breaking down into a giggling fit, she placed her manicured fingers on Melvin’s unit and licked the wet tip of his cock until he grew hard in her face. Then her fat, pink, collagen lips opened into a bigger “o” and she removed her “teeth” from her mouth and replaced them with the length of Melvin’s stubby penis. In, in, further in, it touched the back of her throat and she began to chortle on its girth, a line of drool dripping from her pink lips.
Not being able to take it anymore, Melvin seized the sides of the curly-haired Barbie Doll before him and RAMMED his cock down Cupcake’s throat. Cupcake could only hold on to Melvin’s thighs as he fucked her face, back and forth, up and down, side to side until finally exploding with a sea of hot, sticky cum, which layered the length of her throat.
Panting for breath, Melvin reached down and petted the head of his new bimbo, asking, “Now, what does Cupcake say?”
Swallowing it all, Cupcake said, “Thank you, Daddy.”