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Four
I woke in the early afternoon when Leroy's Mobile phone rang, he wanted someone for a special job, I volunteered but Leroy chose another girl and I watched as they set off towards the van, "It's not fair." I complained.
Leroy turned, "Check yourself in the mirror bitch." he said and strode away.
I turned to look in the mirror on the mantlepiece, my face seemed thinner than before, and more lined and my teeth were filthy, but as I looked down I realised I had lost weight and my breasts were sagging. I sat down, I always had a weight problem before, I didn't know what to think.
"You want to get your Tits done honey," a black girl suggested, as she posed showing her mountainous bust, "You don't think these are real do you?"
I waited for Leroy to come back, "Why didn't you choose me?" I demanded. "Is it my breasts?"
"Well, girl, they sure ain't going to poke any eyes out are they? he replied.
I felt worthless suddenly, but then he said, "I guess we could get them fixed up."
"Really?" I asked.
"Sure, I'll set it up." he promised.
It was about a week later that he woke me one morning, I noticed he was wearing a suit, and her found me a white floral pattern skirt and a blouse with a matching white bra and panties. I needed a little something to calm my nerves but her refused and I got the shakes quite badly and my feet were freezing as he drove me to a detached house in a leafy suburb.
We went inside and found a white uniformed receptionist at a desk in what had once been the dining room, and a makeshift operating theatre in the matching room the other side of the entrance hall. I had to sit and wait and then an young Asian man in a white coat came through and spoke to Leroy.
"I'm Osama," he announced, "Ossie to my friends at Uni"
"Leroy," Leroy answered, "Just do something with these saggy tits, sex them up bit doc, take the sag out." Leroy suggested.
"She's a bit rough, has she got an eating disorder?" the Ossama enquired.
"She eats most days." he replied, "Less questions more action."
"Are you on any medication" Ossie asked his running his eyes down a checklist.
"She's a junkie man, just tick everything and get cutting." Leroy insisted and Ossie suggested I step into the operating room.
It was an ordinary sitting room, horrible greenish wall paper, dark wood skirting boards and fireplace yet in the middle was an operating table with bright lights on a metal frame over the top of it.
"Get your Tits out." Leroy ordered and as I slipped off my blouse and bra he grabbed my left breast.
My weeks of going bra less and not eating properly had taken their toll and my breast hung limply, I never noticed really and my punters were not usually fussy, and really as long as I had a little injection to calm me I didn't care too much.
They just put a face mask on me then Ossie was cutting, it hurt but when I cried out Leroy just said "Shut the fuck up."
I felt everything, the horrible dead feel of the implants going in, the manipulation and then the dead weight bearing down.
"Plenty of spare skin, hows about an E" Ossie suggested.
"Yeah do it." Leroy agreed.
Ossie took the implant back out again and then I felt an even larger mass sliding and then as a dead weight on my chest and then Ossie was stitching me up. It was horrible, there was blood and everything and I passed out.
He did the other breast the same and then he found me a sort of medical support bra.
Ossie took my face mask off and when I recovered a bit I stepped down from the Table and nearly fell over, the weight was horrific, the pull on the bra straps making them bite deep into my shoulders.
"Now that's better." Leroy said and I felt like a million dollars,"
"Now be careful for few days." Ossie suggested.
I couldn't get the blouse done up so they lent me a coat, just to get to the Van with, then we went to a house I vaguely recognised and Leroy led me into the parlour, four black men sat around in the Lounge and Leroy showed me in, "Show the brothers your new assets." Leroy ordered and I slipped off my Bra to show them.
I could see their erections tent poling their jeans, so I took off my skirt and panties and said "Who's first."
Strong hands gripped my waist, then cupped my new breasts, I worried about the stitches but then someone pulled out my Butt plug, I had forgotten it was in and straight away a big muscular cock was spreading my ass lips and banging into me.
My pussy was leaking craving attention, luckily the second man noticed and as the first withdrew he took me right up my sopping hole. I think I orgasmed, or was it when the third did it, I remember the first guy making me suck his shit streaked cock back to life as the fourth fucked my ass and someone sucked my left nipple and I definitely orgasmed that time.
The scars took ages to heal and start to fade and it was really awkward to walk with all the dead weight of my breasts but Leroy got me some really high heels, and walking became a total nightmare, but little by little I realised I was being taken to more up market places, quite often someplace where I could use a room, or a garage with a mattress not a back alley, and Leroy started to insist I had a bath and he got Amelia who was a hairdresser once to do my hair.
Life was good, I got up around five and had a little pick me up and then I chose something to wear, Leroy bought me a tight black miniskirt and a flared gold one and some tops that left my midriff bare bit emphasised my bust, sometimes I just went to a room and someone else took the money, that was the best, obviously my breasts just stayed pointy as I lay down instead of going floppy like genuine ones, so it was real good.
I had a maid one night, a little Chinese girl she whizzed round with a wet wipe so I could just lie there between punters, I guess it was a regular brothel or something but my memories are a bit hazy.
It was about this time that things started changing, I started getting the shakes and terrible hunger pangs, then one day Leroy sat down with me, "Look, you been around a while now."
I knew he was dumping me, I cried. "Please no" I suggested, "Don't dump me."
"Hell no girl, but I got trouble, I need someone reliable to keep my new establishment ticking over." he suggested, "You worked for a solicitor one time?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Then you could be that lady." He agreed, "I been giving you short dose of your fix, you been eating a whole lot better, I bet you feel a whole lot better,"
"No," I said "the same."
"You got too thin, you see the photograph I took."
I glanced casually at the polaroid and was amazed at how thin I had become.
"See, the doc said you was dangerously thin, so I fed you up a bit," he admitted, "So what do you say."
"I guess." I replied."Do I have to deal the Heroin?"
Leroy just laughed. "I want out the street business, girls coming in from Poland, all that shit, Massage, that's the future."
To be Continued.
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