Suzi is Rebuilt as a Sex Toy ch 04

submitted 10/6

SUZI IS INTRODUCED TO TED

Michael surprised me last night with a new pair of ballet boots. He said they were a treat because I’d done such a good job for Tony last week. He was right, I did. I worked for him four days in a row, which saved his company a lot of money. By the time they disconnected me from the machine, I was nearly crazy from stimulation. Tony promised me he would let me come back and work for him again in a few weeks.

The ballet boots are bright red and they lace all the way up my thigh. He had them specially made by the apprentice of a man who makes custom clothes for everyone from bikers to rock stars. The man initially said no, he’d never seen anything like me before. He’d worked with bondage freaks before but never with anyone whose body had been so thoroughly changed as mine. Michael laughed. He told the man – Daniel – that they weren’t done with me and that they would have plenty more business for him if he would work with us. The man turned us over to one of his apprentices, a young woman who didn’t seem to care who she was working for as long as she got paid.

He helped me into the boots then told me to put something on because we were taking a drive. I went to the closet and took one of my dresses off a hangar. I don’t know if I mentioned it, but all of my dresses are the same now – high necked, long sleeved things made of a clingy nylon fabric. They flare out from the waist to accommodate my huge bottom and end just a few inches above the knee. The dress is actually rather modest in cut, but with my body inside of it, it’s pornographic. Michael did provide me with different colors – burgundy, black, and red – and he lets me choose whichever color I want.

I followed him to the car and we pulled out of the driveway. I didn’t recognize the route we were driving, it wasn’t one of the places we’d gone before. I asked him about it but he didn’t answer just changed the subject.

We pulled into the driveway of a ranch house in the suburbs. It was well kept and I could see that he had a big building out back. I guessed I’d be spending time there. I turned out to be right, but not on this visit. Michael came around and opened the door for me, like a gentleman. He led me to the front door and rang the bell. The man who answered was middle aged with thinning hair and a pleasant face. He was casually dressed, tan pants and a light colored shirt, wearing brown deck shoes. I liked him right away, he seemed really nice.

Michael introduced him as Ted. They’d been talking on the telephone and Ted wanted to meet with Michael to talk about something. Some ideas he had. We followed him into the kitchen. He told me where the wine and glasses were and told me to pour one for me and one for Michael. He picked up a bottle of Groelsch beer and drank some. I poured Michael and me some white wine, handed Michael’s to him. Ted talked to Michael about the weather and sports and other junk until the doorbell rang. Ted told me to get it, so I did.

It was Peter and Thomas. They walked right past me and into the kitchen. “All right, I guess we’re all here,” Thomas said. He turned to Ted. “So, what’s the story?”

Ted took another drink of his beer, wiped his lip with a fingertip and set it down on the counter. “I’ve been talking to Peter about your Suzi. About your project.” Ted took a pile of papers out of a folder on the counter and spread them across the counter top. The men gathered around but I couldn’t see what they were looking at.

Ted started. “I like what you did here,” he pointed at something, “and here.” He shuffled the papers and picked one up. “But I think you’re really missed some opportunities. Now, this sketch…” he put it on the table in front of Thomas, “shows one of the options I think you should consider.”

I had to move out of the way as Thomas stepped back from the table, almost knocking me over. “I don’t know, Michael. Listen, no offense, Ted, but how did you get involved with this?”

Ted took a drink of his beer and pointed at Peter. “Peter and I go way back. Hell, I probably introduced him to his first latex bimbo he ever touched! And tit torture?” Ted chuckled. “This guy thought clothespins were high tech when I met him.” If that was true, Peter had certainly come a long way.

“Now, listen. I don’t want to make too big a deal of this, but I looked at the photos Peter showed me of your first bunch and I was pretty impressed. You’ve got a great imagination, Tommy, but you’re missing some of the details.”

Thomas shook his head. “It’s my project.” I flinched. He could have at least said “*she’s* my project”. Would it hurt him to show me just a little bit of respect? Maybe it was too much to ask. Maybe I really am just an “it”.

Peter looked at Thomas and said something like, “Thomas, Ted’s got some great ideas here. And really, they just enhances what you’ve been working on.” Ted agreed. He said that nothing he wanted to do to me really changed what Thomas was after. He said he just wanted to take it a little bit further.

After a few more minutes of discussion about my body and who could make decisions about it, they agreed Ted could try out some of his ideas on me. Thomas must have still been a little angry, because he insisted that Ted pay for any modifications he designed. Ted agreed.



If you’re still reading this, I guess it means you like the idea of having two men designing my new body. It took Thomas a little time to warm up to the idea, but when they agreed they could both be working on me at the same time, he came around. In fact, he was more enthusiastic than I’d ever seen him in a long time. He had me come to his place three times in two days so he could take photos and scans of my body, load them into his computer, and manipulate them with his 3D software.

Like I expected, they put me under for the procedures. They were done in Thomas’s operating room, same as before. I don’t know how long I was in, they kept me drugged pretty good, but when I finally woke up, I didn’t feel any pain. I was hungry, though, and very thirsty. I didn’t sit up, there was a strap across my shoulders that kept me flat on the bed, but that was all right. Even thought I was awake, I was really tired.

Ted was the first to come see me after I woke up. He stood a few feet away and stared at me, his eyes going from my head to my toesies. I giggled at the thought, the pain killers were still making me high.

He asked me how I was feeling and I told him I was hungry and thirsty. He nodded his head, brought me back a glass of ice water and a straw. I sucked it down fast, it felt so good going down. But my mouth felt funny. I couldn’t tell what it was, but something was different. Oh well, with all these drugs in me, things were bound to feel different. I giggled again and fell back asleep.

I woke up feeling sore. My chest felt really sore and I couldn’t tell why. I moaned and Ted stood up. I guess he’d been sitting in a chair behind me the whole time, waiting for me to wake up.

“I’m fwore,” I hear myself say. It sounded thick and faraway. I tried to lick my lips but something felt funny. “Teddy… whuf hap-ped?” He leaned over me and ran his finger along my upper lip. “oooh!” I squealed. It was so sensitive I nearly came, a shudder ran from my mouth down through my nipples and all the way to my pussy, like they were all wired together. “You like that, do you?” I nodded.

I felt him push his finger into my mouth, touching the roof of my mouth as he slid it back and forth. I closed my lips around his cock … his finger, I mean, and heard a loud slurping sound. It was me. I was drooling all over myself, it was running down the sides of my face, soaking the back of my neck and my hair. I noticed something. It felt so smooth inside my mouth, his finger gliding side to side and up and down, everything in there soaking wet and soft and squishy like I had no teeth. The thought stuck in my head. Like I had no teeth. I moved my tongue around in my mouth and whimpered. There were no teeth in my mouth! Ted saw my face and leaned down, leered at me, shusshed me and told me to enjoy what was coming. He rubbed his finger along the roof of my mouth again, a little harder this time. I felt it all the way down to my clitoris. He rubbed three or four more times and I came, arching my hips and groaning loud, my body trembling and shaking. Then, I fell asleep.



I woke up even more hungry than I’d been before. And sore, my chest was so sore. Thomas was there, standing at the side of the bed talking to Ted. They were arguing over whether or not I would make more money for them with the pheromone-infused lubricant product or just from being pimped out.

When Ted heard me moan, he nudged Thomas and they both turned. “Milking time,” Ted said. Thomas shook his head. “Not yet.” Then, “feed her first.”

I turned my head to Thomas and asked “how wong hab I beh here?” I still couldn’t move my lips, they felt even more swollen and tender than before. Thomas stroked my forehead, stopped and raised my eyelid with his thumb, examined my pupils. “It doesn’t matter, does it? Weeks? A month?”

Ted came back with a glass and a rubber straw. He pushed the rubber straw into my mouth and told me to drink. I sucked hard, the banana-flavored liquid felt wonderful in my mouth. I drank the entire glass in just a few minutes, felt the cool liquid running down my throat, into my belly. He leaned over and wiped my mouth with a napkin, I felt the rush of arousal from the cotton touching me.

“You probably want to see, don’t you?” Ted asked. No, I thought. I never want to see what Thomas has done to me.

He went to the dresser and came back with a hand mirror and showed me my face. My lips were huge and puffy, big like a fish face.