Erotic/Insanity

His name was Zack, and soon he made it clear what his true intentions were. To make Mandy into a porn star. Not only that, but turn her entire existence into porn. Day and night. 24/7. He had a sex toy installed inside of her, several vibrating censors along her pussy and clit, under her skin. So even if she tried to be normal, he could crank it up to max and force her to cum in public. At the most humiliating times. Or at home, just doing chores.

Zack bought her a bunch of surgeries. Some to age her up, to look in her early fifties instead of 20, by the time he got her the procedure. He bought her huge fake tits, a Brazilian butt lift, a permanent pumped pussy. Tattoos, piercings, everything to look like a seasoned whore ready to serve any man who so much as glances at her chest. From a promising young artist, with a pretty face and petite body, to a cougar degenerate dressed in bikinis and skimpy schoolgirl outfits everywhere, looking easily around 55. Still attracted to guys her actual age, making her seem into men way younger than she should be hooking up with....

She nibbled at her plate but swooned, watching me. I ate as much as I could. I mean, I did enjoy eating..... She seemed engrossed, gawking at my appetite. "Wow, you can eat SO much.... you should eat like that all the time."

"I would. But I'd get fat... unfortunately."

She bit her lip; I did NOT expect this reaction. "So?" She shrugged, clearly very aroused. "Wouldn't be so bad."

"You .... want to see me get fat?"

She blushed redder than I'd ever seen. She nodded three times, without a word.

I looked at my empty plate. "Want me to get seconds? I could .... try and get fat for you. If you really want." I didn't like the idea but I adored Samantha and wanted her to always look at me this way.

"Maybe you could even do three....."

Now, two years later, we're madly in love. Engaged, actually. But Samantha wants me much fatter for our wedding.... like, so fat our honeymoon cruise will require extra special accommodations. Which she seems to find very hot, me needing to be wheeled around, helped up by various staff on the cruise. Helpless to move on my own. She says stuff now like "When you're 400lbs, we'll do this." Or "When you hit 600lbs I'll make sure we have this installed for you." There's zero question or hesitation. I'll be getting fatter. Not just 'fatter', but specifically as fat as Samantha wants me. And it's clear as day she wants me immobile. 800+lbs, completely reliant on her for everything. She wants me so massively fat I'm completely helpless. And eating machine for her to worship and eat out, assuming she can even reach my pussy. She insists it tastes better the fatter I get.

Holly rubbed her belly. "No way! I can handle this many. Probably even more!" she nervously boasted.

"Oh? And exactly how many is 'this many'?"

Holly bit her lip, tracing her fingers across her belly, tapping, lightly smacking to feel for movement. "Uhhhh, probably octuplets."

"That's not octuplets. Trust me. I work at a hospital, in the NICU actually. Hence my interest. What makes you think you're only carrying octuplets?"

"Only!? Ummmmm..... I can feel eight. For sure."

"But you know with your womb so full of fluid, there are babies behind and between the ones you're counting."

"I-Is that right? So how many?"

"I'd guess about fifteen or sixteen."

"Oh fuck! Are you sure?"

"Positive, and you barely have stretch marks. Your womb seems to be taking this big of a brood very well. Do you always like to get hyper pregnant?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? I'm a girl, it's like what I'm here to do. Push out loads of kids!"

"It makes me so happy to hear you say that, sweetheart. So do you want to get even bigger than this?"

"If it's safe....."

"For a girl with a womb like yours? Sure. I happen to have this neat drug that can, well, I shouldn't say."

"No! What is it?" She vigorously rubbed her belly.

"It's a bit experimental but if you take it your uterus continues creating eggs while pregnant. So you can have a womb full of kids ready to be birthed, or five months, or two."

"Will my body know which ones to push out?"

"Of course. You ARE designed to make babies and nothing else, aren't you?"

"Oh, Silly me. Duh! I'm kind of dumb....."

"You don't say. If you come to my place I can happily give you the shot and we can really push that womb to its true limits. Not such a tiny pregnancy like this."

Holly bit her lip, obsessively feeling herself. "I think I'd love that. ❤️"

"Just imagine..... You give birth every few days, nonstop contractions... Pushing out one or two, then your womb seals back up and refills with amniotic fluid. If one comes out looking a bit small we can push it back in. Your uterus will always fill back up."

"Always!?"

"Yeah, you DO intend to stay pregnant forever, right? And keep getting reimpregnated constantly?"

"I do....." she swooned.

"Splendid. Get off at my stop, with me. Until then.... the bus is here, let's practice a bit, and give everyone aboard a nice show."

So none of that did a thing to me. I was out jogging and well, I tend to get lots of attention when I do. These guys came up to me.... and asked me where I was going, what kind of men I liked.... they were cute so I flirted back, but as soon as they started undressing me, and found my cock, they started telling me I was a girly boy with a massive set of manboobs. I told them I'm a girl, and they laughed, saying I convinced myself that I like being a submissive femboy slut because I lacked the discipline to be a real man. I was like, "Excuse me!?" And they said I transitioned because I knew I could never be a man. That no matter how hard I tried I'd never be able to compete with real men or match their strength and discipline. I'd always be a lazy, wannabe hucow. I got soooo pissed! I told them I'd gladly prove them wrong..... Like I know I could detrans and be a dude who lifts weights all day! Duh! But..... I kept thinking.... can I? Would I really be able to give this up? The thought of trying makes my tiny two-inch cock so hard. But all this hard work, transitioning young, growing these perfect, huge boobs! All gone..... fuck it makes me so hard. I have to try! Sorry guys....."

(Two years pass)

"Well, OK..... fuck. I never knew this would feel so good. I really did it. I completely detransed. Holy fuck. I had my tits removed, my cock is up to ten inches and growing, I'm hairy af and I kind of love it? I.... never thought about how much I'd like being a hot guy. I guess I'm really not a girl...... Had to check, huh? Every trans girl who transitions young needs to detrans at some point just to make sure, and I'm glad I did! Getting off estrogen has made me only attracted to girls now, and oh what fun I have, pounding away at them, groping them, cumming inside them, like all those guys used to do to me!

I was so flattered he called me his girlfriend.... He had me take Jezebel and Damsel..... Get me nice and fertile, grow out a massive set of breasts just for him, and get my IQ down to an acceptable level. I used to score a 160, now I can't score about 72..... He says I can definitely stand to go lower, and I agree. 50 is probably my goal. I love being so dumb I can't decide anything without him or even make plans anymore. He needs to do it for me. I've given him twenty kids so far! Two sets of quadruplets and two sets of sextuplets! He tells me that equals twenty but I don't really understand why. Anything more than five and I lose count fast! Even five is a bit tricky to count up to sometimes.....

When I got there they checked my vitals and asked about my sex life, telling me I might need libido enhancing drugs or IQ-lowering drugs if I had no interest in sex. I told them I had plenty of sex. Then I fully stripped and out came my erect, eight-inch cock. The doctor saw it and asked me how often I masturbate. I said very often. He asked if I wanted to go on Rocket. I said maybe... Then he said my lack of breeding was easily remedied, and sent an emergency request into my insurance to get me a uterus. Never asking me if I wanted one. Only a week later I'm in surgery....

They gave me this pamphlet in recovery that explained how my womb was issued by the state of Pennsylvania. It would be IMMEDIATELY inseminated and I'd be kept on fertility drugs. I'm now literally legally the property of Pennsylvania. I'm a baby factory, not a person. I have no say in whether I'm pregnant. They will keep forcing me to get massively pregnant over and over.....

I asked how I give birth. I thought they might have me push the babies out urethrally on Rocket. Nope! I'm taking Rocket now just to enhance the size of my cock and balls because my doctor wants them bigger. So now I'm a proud member of the anally tucking club. Yay me. As for birthing..... I'll be given filmed C-Sections while awake. When I go into the clinic in my country, there are loads of girls waiting for theirs. Tons of girls with huge bellies that have a few sloppy suture scars, or they're stapled together. Like the girls have to wait so long they need to improvise and find ways to keep their bellies together. Quite a few girls were playing on their phones, wombs exposed on their laps as doctors and nurses take pictures or just tell them to wait a bit longer.... The girls are all going through intense, prolonged labor, and I can see why.....

Vicky stared blankly ahead. "Oh .... OK!" She lowered her arms, eyeing her breasts, turning to look at her ass and hips. A jolt of excitement coursed through her body. Something very new.

"That's all....?" Harry asked, back on the phone. "OK, just stay on the line in case I mess up or fry the poor doll's brain even more. Here it goes." He opened his mouth, about to perform an incantation, but Vicky had already sauntered up to him while his back was turned. She stood 5'10 to his 5'4. A finger on his lips.

"Shhhhhh," she stopped Harry, her agent and photographer. "What do I do now?"

"What do you do.... oh hell. Jail, here I come!"

"No, all I'm asking is what's my job right now. I don't care about how I got this way."

"Well, you're a model. A porn star. Famous across the internet. You have millions of foll--"

"Millions!?" she squealed. "And people all over the world find ME, nerdy ass Victoria Lowell, sexy?"

"Can you blame them, looking like that now?"

She bit her lip. Her pussy was intensely wet; her urge to edge herself, like as a hypnotized doll, resurfaced. She caressed her big plastic breasts, her hips, one hand pressed to her groin, then her sex. Her breathing quivered. "Fuck.... Do I have sex with lots of men on camera?"

"Thousands, doll."

"Do I perform all kinds of positions and do lots of degrading stuff?"

"You're well known for getting face fucked until you puke all over yourself, then rub it all over your body, and well, pleasure yourself. As the guy keeps doing it. Among many other things."

"I'm a filthy, horny, desirable, nympho porn star?"

"That's right...."

"Don't you dare rehypnotize me! Are you kidding? I look and feel amazing! OMG, after this shoot can you please take me somewhere that I can pick up a bunch of guys and get fucked SO hard??? Pretty please?"

Harry lifted the phone. The hypnotist was laughing already. " ..... So this always happens? How was I supposed to know..... you're such a creep. Oh well, gift horse and all that. Thanks for everything." He hung up. "Well, just you and me darling. Screw the photoshoot. Let's get you drunk and find the biggest group of guys for you to approach. If we're lucky a whole college sports team might show up."

"That would be AMAZING! Thank you so much.... umm, what was your name again?"

"Harry."

"I never really thought about that..... You said your brothers and dad get you this way?"

"Oh yeah, they are so horny it's adorable. I'm the only daughter, lucky me! I sit on the couch at home and my brothers just swarm me, humping me, fucking me, making me such their cocks. My whole life is pretty much sex, eating tons of food, and giving birth. Not much else!"

"Sounds busy enough to me. You look amazing. You have a glow to you."

"That's probably just sweat! And sorry if I'm a bit heavier than you expected, too..... I eat a lot because I'm constantly burning calories having sex, I have to eat for like five babies and myself most of the time. So when I'm home, I gorge like crazy as my brothers fuck me."

"What about your dad?"

"He fucks me at night.... I don't have a room or a bed. I sleep with him. My mom passed away giving birth a few years ago. So I'm like daddy's new wife."

"That's kind of sweet. Is he OK with you dating? Sounds like you're really busy, between your brothers and dad."

"I am! But my brothers wanna start dating and heading out on their own. My dad still has his secretary. And I could always visit...."

"That's a relief. I was worried I'd have to share you all the time."

"Only sometimes." She smiled, smacking her belly. "Sooo you're cool with this big womb full of kids?"

"Of course. It suits you really well."

She smiled mischievously. "Well after I give birth, if you like it so much you better keep me bred and knock me up!"

"Trust me, you wouldn't have to ever worry about not carrying my kids. I'd make damn sure."

I couldn't believe they even picked me! I was a nobody gaming and beauty streamer with 30k followers. The results are undeniable. I have 12M followers now! So clearly this stuff will boost your online career like crazy! I'm signed on for a full year, too, so we'll see how heavy and unwieldy these things get by them. Doesn't that mean I can expect them to double in size.... from this!?

It's kinda exhilarating if I'm being honest. I just accept that heaving these massive things around is what my life is now. Endless guys wanting to titfuck them or grab them. I can't really stop them or get away, I kinda just have to smile and encourage them so they finish up really fast. I'm definitely becoming an expert at that. Working on my sultry porn voice. Something I never thought I'd need to do. So I can talk to them like all the OF girls they goon to 24/7, shower them with praise, almost baby them, as they do whatever they want with my breasts. Sometimes just jerking off on them when I'm sitting on the bus or on a bench reading. It's kinda fun needing to serve so many hopelessly horny guys.

We went on a date. I disclosed I'm trans and he said he loved that about me, I was still the prettiest girl in the city, he said. But when I ordered dinner, he asked me, 'Is that it?' I said 'Yeah.' and he said, 'No, if we're gonna date, you need to order whatever you want. I know you didn't get those curves eating one entree at dinner. A girl like you deserves four.' I blushed SO hard. And ordered.... four whole entrees. The waitress couldn't believe it when he came to our table, serving my Austin one platter and me four. I told her with a shy smile that I was trying to get bigger. The waitress smiled and asked me how big I wanted to get. Austin answered, 'That's for me to decide. She's gonna get as fat as I want her.' I was in heaven, fanning myself gently, so turned on my cock almost tore my panties it was so hard. The waitress told me I was a lucky girl.... That was four years ago. I had no clue just how lucky...."

"I can't even walk anymore. I thought last year when I started to really struggle with mobility in the mid 600s that he'd be satisfied. Not at all. Here I am, a totally hopeless pile of lard. All my sexy curves are gone, buried under this mountain of fat he's made me put on. And he clearly isn't close to stopping. Despite the fact that last month I had my first heart attack.

The first question out of Austin's mouth once my massive body was lifted onto a bed designed to carry livestock, was 'How soon can she get back to stuffing her face and getting fatter?' The doctor smiled and cleared me to go after less than a day, putting me on some new drug to help regulate my blood pressure a big better. I tried reach under my belly and jerk off as they discussed my size but my doctor warned me that getting a really big erection might cause me to get another attack until my blood pressure improves.

I just lay there moaning softly, rubbing my belly, unwashed, naked, completely unable to move. Austin hadn't washed me in over a week, I stunk so bad.... Sweating, unable to control my belching and farting anymore, or my bowels, really. I ate so much my body was always ready to let out more shit. I used to have whole nightclubs ogling me, men tripping over themselves to try and ask me to dance, buy me drinks, wanting more than anything in the world to fuck my perfect round ass. Now I was naked on a hospital bed with a 3000lbs capacity. panting just lying there, my stomach gurgling and churning super loudly as my boyfriend and the doctor discussed how much fatter they wanted to see me get. As my once perfect round ass, was now wide as a truck's bumper, piles of shit just pouring out like a mindless cow on the farm, just going nonstop.

Training was very tough! I had to learn to please cocks of pretty much every size. Lots of working out on a fuck machine to get me ready for long stakeouts and overnight shifts where my body can be of use to the male officers and inmates if they get restless.

They paid for a whole lot of plastic surgery and made me work out the right areas to maximize how fuckable I am, getting me just right. Since guys are all raised on porn these days they expect their female coworkers, especially in a really masculine job like law enforcement, to be submissive and free use, ready at any time to serve, the only way we truly can! It's our job to make sure any excess stress felt by the often roided-up men is taken out on our bodies. Or just for a warmup to get ready early in their shift! I'm always down for a brutal fucking or just a nice beat down.

Thankfully the insurance is nice and covers any repair work I need done. A huge benefit of getting knocked around so much and strangled by the male officers and the inmates too if they feel like tossing me in the cage to get some entertainment going, is that I'm losing a ton of braincells so I'm becoming just as dumb as all these men already hope I am!

I also do field work as well, posing as a sex worker. They only bust the guy after he's done with me and pays me, then the men just take the money I earn whoring as they arrest my client. There's community outreach, too. We have a pretty big homeless population in some of the poorer areas here and it's my job, as well as the job of the other girl cops, to please these needy men and let them take out any excess aggression on us. Just a small way we help out and keep our community safe!

This being in addition to her ..... well, extra features. She takes something called Rocket and instead of tucking like most trans girls, she embraces having a big, fat footlong cock, thick as her wrist. You'd think that would be some kind of deal breaker, but nope! Men love that she has a huge cock, and adore jerking her off..... oftentimes in public, when I'm sitting very close to her.

Like short of trying to detrans her what do I do? I don't stand a chance.... What if I asked my doctor to put me on hormones like her? Start eating fast food and pizza almost every day like her. Watch my curves grow.... I don't think I have much choice. I play soccer and volleyball at University but I'm so desperate to not have a boring, flat figure I'm willing to give that up if it means I can finally play catch up.

After getting knocked up on this stuff, I had my doubts. Like will it really happen? Is my belly legit gonna just swell like crazy with amniotic fluid and try hopelessly to carry 20+ kids? You guys know I secretly think of myself as nothing but a baby incubator.... Now I really am!

It's so freeing. No more college. No career to worry about. I just walk my local parks and along the campus grounds, fucking as many guys and girls as possible. It makes me feel so warm just thinking about it. I have no need for a reputation anymore ..... I can get a ton of STDs or get high all I want. Try out all sorts of drugs and other fun things I could never really try before because I had to worry about grades and what people thought of me.