#bikerbitch

Hoping off his motorcycle, Eddie entered the old, rundown hospital in front of him. This was just a cover, of course, as the inside was pristine and clean without a speck in sight. What the hospital actually did was create bitches for different gangs. If a member saw a person they wanted to turn into a filthy whore, then here was the place to go.

A few months ago, Eddie had dropped off his own bitch here. He’d found Steve in a small town in Indiana working as a bartender in a shitty dive bar. While Eddie had never thought to turn anyone into a bitch himself, a few members of his gang had one made. They’d been tailored to perfection, and Eddie could only drool as he imagined what Steve would look like after he’d gone through the process.

Eddie waited for Steve to get off work then overpowered him in an alleyway. From there, it was easy to toss Steve over the back of his bike then ride off to the Bitch Factory, as the place was affectionately called. They wanted a lot of money, but that wasn’t a big deal since Eddie had just completed a huge drug deal and had a wad of cash burning a hole in his pocket. In fact, he went for the most expensive package that would turn Steve into a whore with big tits and make him think that he’d always been Eddie’s bitch. He also had them lower Steve’s modesty as Eddie wanted to fuck him in front of the rest of the gang without the bitch making a fuss.

Yesterday, they’d called Eddie to tell him that Steve was just about ready. They’d given him extensive plastic surgery and a sex change, so no one would recognize him from any of the missing person posters that were up for him. They’d messed with his head as he recovered, rewriting him to make him as Eddie had asked. Steve was tested once he was healed, had his virginity taken so that Eddie could get a proper whore like he asked. Now they were finalizing all of it, making those memories seem like ones from Steve’s past, not ones he’d experienced recently in the hospital.

“Hey,” Eddie said, approaching the front desk. “I’m Eddie Munson. I got a call that my bitch was ready for pickup.”

The nurse smiled at him then checked her files before she gave Eddie a room number and directions, which Eddie followed. He went up a flight of stairs then through a hallway in order to enter the finalization ward. Languid moans filled the air as Eddie walked towards the room that he’d been told held Steve and couldn’t help smiling as excitement flooded through him as he would finally be able to put his cock in Steve’s new pussy.

Upon entering, Eddie found that Steve was in what looked to be an MRI machine. The only difference was this device had an attachment that fucked Steve’s pussy as it worked on making Steve’s memories permanent. No amount of deprograming or reminders would reverse the process, meaning it was safe to say that there was no way for Steve to regress into the man he’d been when Eddie found him.

A doctor was in the room, too. He came up to Eddie and told him how the procedure had gone. According to him, Steve had given them a little trouble at first before he gave over to the brainwashing during his recovery. The doctor assured him that Steve was now the perfect whore and was ready to be taken home.

To show this, the doctor pressed a few buttons on the machine. The device fucking Steve retracted then the bed slid back. It revealed Steve, who was now soft with a clearly feminine face. His tits were huge, the largest size that the hospital offered, after all. It was clear that no one would recognize the other even if some Steve knew stopped to have a conversation with him.

Steve sat up, his tits giggling as he did so. His eyes blankly scanned the room then lit up when he saw Eddie. He squealed happily then hopped to his feet before he ran over to give Eddie a big hug. The huge breasts didn’t affect his balance, or maybe it had at first, but the hospital had trained Steve to walk perfectly with his new proportions.

Then Steve began to hornily rub his pussy against Eddie’s clothed crotch. Plump pussy lips massaged Eddie’s dick, getting the fabric there wet with slick. A deep moan came from Steve, proving that he had become the whore that Eddie desired. It was clearly worth all the money that Eddie spent on the treatment.

Eddie grabbed Steve’s ass to help him grind his pussy against his crotch, making sure to press Steve’s clit against the hardening tip of his penis. Steve didn’t fight, as he was enjoying this show of force. He even shuttered a bit as he squirted onto Eddie’s jeans and got them even more wet with the slick leaking from him.

While Eddie didn’t care, he still pushed Steve down and commanded him to lick up the mess that he made. The whore did as he was asked and used his tongue to expertly lap up his own slick. His eye were half-lidded, lost in the throes of lust, doing every little thing that Eddie commanded because that’s what he had been reprogrammed to do.

“Touch yourself,” Eddie said to him. “Spread your legs and masturbate.”

Steve spread his legs, not caring that the doctor was still in the room, and began to finger his pussy. As he did, another hand rose up to play with his nipples, twisting them roughly until they began to grow red. Pants began to rise from Steve, showing that he was nearing his climax, as doing as he was commanded was the most exciting thing to the whore now.

Taking out his cock, Eddie used the remaining slick on his pants to help him lube his cock. He fisted it, masturbating in time with Steve. Eddie didn’t last much longer, though, as it’d been a while since he’d gotten to fuck a whore, especially one that had been crafted to his exact specifications, and soon found himself emptying his load onto Steve, who was still sitting in front of him.

A scream fell from Steve’s lips as seed covered him and soaked his hair, making him orgasm as well. The whore then began to lick the cum from his fingers, whimpering softly with each taste. He hadn’t believed them when the doctors said that they could remap Steve’s tongue to make Eddie’s cum his favorite flavor, but now he was thoroughly convinced.

Eddie was pleased with his bitch and thanked the doctor. He didn’t give Steve any clothes, instead walking him through the hospital with his tits and pussy hanging out for everyone to see. There was no complain from the other, and Steve seemed to even enjoy the looks that he was getting from the others visiting the hospital, which was exactly as Eddie wanted since he wanted to show off his prize whore as much as possible.

Eventually, they reached Eddie’s bike, and this was when Eddie pulled out some tight leather hands and a jacket for Steve to wear. He didn’t want his bike to get dirty with his whore’s slick. Plus, the leather would protect Steve if any accidents happened while they were driving since some drivers refused to see motorcycles. Eddie had paid so much for Steve and wanted to keep his whore for as long as he could.