Dora always despised her fat body, comparing it to an aerostat. Conversations about body positivity made her either sad or irritated, depending on her mood. By the time she was thirty-two, she had tried every means of losing weight, including some dangerous ones, and gotten nothing. She still weighed 120 kg, and half of her body was excess fat. So she gave up.

She considered herself extremely unattractive (of course, there were men with a kink for fat women, but she did not like them). She had no sex in her life and lost all hope of meeting her love.

So when she saw an ad for a new experimental weight loss treatment with a lot of positive feedback, she immediately signed up.

***

The doctor at the clinic was a nice-looking woman in her forties. Several pictures on the wall showed her gradual change from an almost round, obese woman to her current appearance.

"I'm just like you were, only thinner," Dora thought as she looked at them. "But soon I'll be slim too!"

The treatment itself took place in three phases: pre-treatment examinations, implantation of tiny devices throughout her body (that will gradually release medications and control key nerve paths), and initiation of the process.

The first two phases went smoothly and according to plan. For the initiation, Dora met with the doctor for the last time in her office.

"You are doing well and will do well," the doctor assured her. "Before you press this big green button and activate the implants in your body, I would like to go over the explanations again. I know you've heard and read the details before, but the procedure requires this final review."

Dora nodded impatiently as the doctor explained. She really knew it all by heart.

"You won't feel any hunger during the weight loss phase," the doctor said. "Your body will be living on burning fat reserves. Just drink water and eat some greens to keep your intestinal biota healthy, you will need it later." The doctor smiled. "I'm sorry about your favorite comfort food, but you won't want it either."

"Second," she continued, "burning the fat will raise your body temperature to about 37.5-38 degrees Celsius. This is completely normal and not a sign of illness. But you will feel physically hot and therefore uncomfortable while dressed. It will be enough to take off your clothes and walk around naked and barefoot. Do you work from home?"

"Yes, mostly remotely," Dora nodded. "I only go into the office a few times a month to sign papers."

"Excellent. So it would be easy for you to live without clothes most of the time. And you will save on hot water bills since you will prefer cold showers and ice baths."

"Third," the doctor held up three fingers, "the constant burning of fat resources will cause your body to produce huge amounts of endorphins, serotonin, oxytocin, and other substances that make you happy... and horny. And since you're not used to such body conditions, they'll affect you strongly."

"How strong?" Dora raised her eyes to the doctor. She had read the warning in the brochure, but now she needed the details.

"It depends, but most of our patients experience almost constant sexual arousal and need for sexual stimulation throughout the weight loss phase. Those who live with partners have considerable difficulty because their partners simply can't satisfy their enormous needs. Your case is easier because you live alone, the sex toys will do the job".

"I, um..." Dora stuttered but then sighed. Whatever, this is just a doctor's appointment, she can speak freely. "I have problems masturbating, with my belly it is just too hard to reach my pussy. I gave up on it."

"Of course," the doctor nodded. "Remember, I was just like you, so I understand you perfectly. That's why I'm going to recommend a set of remote-controlled anal and vaginal vibrator plugs that you'll carry around within you and only change when you need to recharge. I suggest the models with long-lasting batteries and buy two sets of them, so you'll be using one while the other is charging."

Dora blushed as she imagined herself walking into a sex shop with these requirements. She imagined the clerk smirking at her obese figure as he packed two boxes of vibrators, imagining how she would fuck herself non-stop for several months.

The doctor nodded: "That might be rather embarrassing. So you could buy the items from us." She placed a plain white box on the table. "One of the best models from our partners, certified, with a ten-year warranty, at a twenty percent discount."

"Phew," Dora felt extreme relief. "Of course! I'm in!"

"Perfect. So that's it."

The doctor handed her papers and a remotel.

"Please sign here and then press this button to activate the implants in your body."

"Um... Can you turn them off later if something goes wrong?"

"Of course. But nobody has asked for that yet."

Dora signed the contract and took the remote. Then she pressed the button. Nothing happened.

"You'll feel the first effects in a few hours. Just enough to get home without rushing."

They said goodbye to each other and Dora went home.

***

And within an hour of returning to her safe, familiar apartment, she began to feel the effects.

First, Dora felt hot and began to sweat. She nodded and stripped naked. All her life she had worn loose clothes and sneakers at home. So it was a fresh and surprisingly pleasant sensation to feel the soft breeze with all her skin and the texture of the carpet with her soles.

As she put her sweaty clothes into the washing machine, Dora glanced at her reflection in the wall mirror and shuddered at the sight of that ugly, obese figure with thick rolls of fat everywhere. She fought the urge to cover the mirror. Instead, she decided to mount her photo cam in a permanent place and track her daily progress. It would be a good motivational photo set for someone later.

And while the washing machine rolled on her clothes - Dora suspected she wouldn't have much to wash in the coming months - she took a cold shower. It felt pleasantly cool to her now, she could probably use one even colder. Well, winter was coming, she could go out and roll in the snow soon, maybe...

Second... Dora realized that she did not even remember a meal, not once, and that she was well past her lustful lunch hour. Amazing! She opened the refrigerator, examined the contents, sighed, and began to take everything out. So much good, tasty food, and she had to throw it all away. She would rather give it to the poor, but she didn't know where or how. Maybe she'd just leave it next to the garbage cans, nicely wrapped, with a note. And she'd have to buy some greens instead.

Third... Dora delayed this moment, half-consciously, not wanting to admit that the urge was already building within her. She touched her flabby belly with her hand and shuddered in disgust. Then she pinched the fat on her thighs and groaned in displeasure. Finally, without thinking, she slapped her huge butt and gasped as unfamiliar pleasure shot through her. After catching her breath, she slapped herself again and moaned, the sensation even stronger the second time.

She looked at herself in confusion. She never understood girls who got pleasure from being slapped, she never felt it herself. And here it was. And, Dora could not ignore it any longer, the long-forgotten tickling in her stomach increased and came to her thighs. She sighed, opened the plain white box, and impatiently began to read the instructions.

Then she sat on the couch, spread her legs wide, and inserted the large, thick, ribbed plug into her vagina. The sensations were amazing. Dora had no comparison, she had only tried a standard egg toy many years ago before giving up on herself. Now she sat on the couch, felt the device inside her, twitched her lips in displeasure at her own flabby, overweight body, but also smiled at the pleasant stretching of her pussy, and wondered what to do next.

Well, she had to follow the instructions. With effort (it was hard for her to reach it and she could not see the place) she pushed the even longer anal plug into her. Hmmm... what do all these women find in this whole anal thing? At first, she just felt her rectum full and stretched, as if she was about to defecate.

Finally, she turned on the vibration mode on the smartphone app. Ohhh! A pleasant tingling sensation spread through her loins. And it spread fast and wide, getting stronger and stronger every second...

Dora moaned and bit her lip, trying not to miss the sensation. She closed her eyes and remembered the doctor's words: "Constant arousal, need for sexual stimulation dozens of times a day..." Yes, she felt she would need it hundreds of times a day! No wonder all the reviews were five stars, everyone must have loved it!

Now she could barely hold the phone in her trembling hands as waves of pleasure shook her entire overweight body. And though she tried to prolong the orgasm, it ended quickly, leaving her gasping and crying in disappointment. So fast! After so many years of abstinence, all she got was a single, stingy sip!

But she had no time to think about it because the next, more powerful wave was already building inside her. And Dora realized that she was moaning loudly and could not stop. The neighbors must have heard her, but she didn't care.

The second orgasm was a little slower and stronger, but still far from satisfying. It was as if someone was teasing her with a feather, promising a strong orgasm, but not allowing her to come.

Dora's fingers trembled as she scrolled through the settings screen. There were several dozen modes, from gentle tickling to powerful electric shocks. And even though she was inexperienced with this thing, she moved the slider from moderate to maximum intensity.

The third orgasm literally threw her off the couch. Dora screamed, gasped for air, and nearly fainted. Pleasure mixed with pain flooded her obese body from head to toe, tearing her apart. Tears poured from her eyes, her cries turned into hoarse screams, and Dora rolled on the floor, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations.

She managed to grab the smartphone and stop the plugs, then lay on the carpet, panting and crying. She had never felt it so strong. She never thought it could be so good...

After she calmed down, she looked at the clock and realized that not even an hour had passed since she got home.

She had four months of that ahead of her.

***

"Well," she thought, "I have to go out. To take the old food out and buy some greens..."

She almost forgot to dress, but at the last moment, she pulled a light, loose dress over her naked body. Remembering the instructions, she left both plugs in. She'd only take them out twice a day to flush her cavities when she swapped sets.

With a second thought, she turned on the plugs and set them to the lowest intensity. Immediately, soft, pleasant sensations filled her crotch and lower abdomen, far from orgasmic intensity, rather soothing and comforting. Dora smiled. Why had she never tried these things before? Her life could be so much better.

She stepped out into the street and shivered. It was unexpectedly crowded today, people seemed to have finished work early. But she had no choice, so she walked to the supermarket, smiling happily all the way. For the first time in her life (not counting her early childhood), she was barefoot on the street. The cool autumn wind felt so pleasant on her bare shoulders, with gusts coming to her hot body under the dress. Dora realized that she longed for cold autumn rain to soak her all over.

People looked at her curiously, a small, obese woman with disheveled hair, wearing a thin summer dress and bare feet. Some grinned mockingly, some frowned, but most just stared in amazement at the unusual image. Dora smiled even wider at them and waved her hand, enjoying the sensations.

Inside the store, she was lucky enough to catch an empty cart and walked confidently toward the vegetable section. The vibrations inside her were small but pleasant, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs with her juices.

The stone floor of the store felt so cool and good against her soles. She came to the refrigerator section, where the floor was ice cold, and almost moaned with pleasure. She did not need anything there, but she had to force herself to leave.

Remembering the doctor's instructions, she bought only a small amount of salad and lettuce. The amount, less than her usual daily meal, would last for a week. She was amazed at how little she had to pay at the register.

Just outside the shop doors, Dora had to stand still and hold on to the wall. The vibrations, however light and gentle, brought her to a trembling orgasm, and she bit her lips, doing her best not to scream in public. Then she wiped the sweat from her brow and walked home.

On her way home, Dora noticed that she was attracting attention again. Men followed her with their eyes, some shamelessly ogling her fat ass under her dress, others openly grinning at her. Women reacted differently: some ignored her, some stared in amazement, and some smiled back. What was happening? She was still the same ugly, overweight woman, and she had not yet lost a single pound. Why are they looking at her like that? Is it because she is dressed so lightly? Or... because she is so excited?

Dora noticed that she was breathing heavily, that her cheeks were flushed, and that the thin fabric of the dress was clinging to her sweaty body, revealing her large belly and huge breasts with erect nipples. And yes... she realized that the vibrations inside her were making her moan softly and tremble slightly, that she was constantly wet, and that she could smell her own arousal.

When she got home, she rushed to get undressed. The house was stuffy and hot, she couldn't stand it another minute. She opened the windows and got back into the cold shower. She did not bother with a towel afterward, letting the air currents slowly dry her.

Okay. She got a day off today to go to the clinic, but she should be back at work tomorrow. Though remote, it still involved video calls, and she needs to figure out quickly how to do that with her new conditions.

She still did not want to eat, but the instructions reminded her that she needed to get her daily dose of fiber. Dora took a couple of lettuce leaves and, chewing them slowly, began experimenting with controlling the intensity of her orgasms. She has to learn to postpone them during the conversations. She did not even dare to think about her trip to the office two weeks from now.

***

The first day of work began as usual, with emails in the inbox, schedules to update, and forms to fill out. Dora quickly forgot that she was sitting naked in front of her computer, with gusts of cold autumn air from the open windows pleasantly cooling her skin. She had a few mild orgasms during the first hour, but they did not distract her much. She was almost happy. This never occurred to her at work before.

But then she had to attend a weekly setup meeting with everyone's cameras on. It was a meeting that usually lasted for an hour.

Dora panicked. She hastily turned the vibrators to minimum power (she already knew that turning them off was a bad idea, the building tension distracted her more) and pulled on a loose t-shirt with her shaking hands, not bothering to cover her hips. The camera would only pick up the top anyway. Then she clicked the video call icon.

The meeting began with the usual greetings. Several people complimented Dora on her appearance, which was quite unusual. She still could not understand what had changed in her that people could notice so easily. Was it just her lighter, more excited mood? But why should that make her look better?

But she had no time to think about it; the meeting had already started. After ten minutes, Dora began to forget about her vibrators and concentrated fully on her work matters. Until she felt her first orgasm building inside her and realized she could not control it.

She grabbed her mouse, pretended to scroll through the agenda, and squeezed her legs tightly together, trying to hold it back. She turned off her microphone and put her palms over her mouth, pretending to have an attack of coughing. Fortunately, it was not her turn to speak. After half a minute of shaking intensely in front of the camera, she turned the microphone back on, red-faced and sweating. "Sorry..."

Her colleagues continued to discuss yesterday's tasks, paying no attention to her strange behavior. Dora breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair, and tried to catch her breath.

The second orgasm caught her off guard near the end of the meeting, in the middle of her speech. She tensed, clenched her hands into fists, and did her best to continue speaking, albeit stuttering. The co-workers noticed this, of course, but did not understand the reason. Dora somehow finished the speech, using all her strength and attention to hold back the release of her orgasm, and fell limply into her chair.

As soon as the meeting was over and she had disconnected, she let herself relax and almost lost her mind in such a strong and prolonged release as she had never experienced before. She screamed, shook all over, and almost fell out of her chair.

When she came to her mind, she saw a chat message waiting for her, from Jane, her co-worker, and perhaps the closest thing she had to a friend.

"You were so sweet and exciting in that, Dora. I can tell you that because I sometimes bring myself to orgasm at meetings, and so I recognized your expressions immediately."

What?!.. With trembling fingers, Dora started to type the answer.

"Jane, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Relax, no one else noticed. And I won't tell anyone, of course :)"

Dora sighed and typed the next message.

"Thanks. But it wasn't on purpose..."

"I get it. Do you want a lifehack?"

"Um... what one?"

"Practice reading aloud in front of the mirror with your vibrators on high. You'll get more self-control over time. I have been doing that for months. Have you heard about the 'Hysterical Literature' art project?"

"No..."

"Check it out on YouTube. It looks so innocent that it even passes its NSFW ban. But you'll see what I mean. And also... there are several clips of me, too."

"Oh. Thank you. I will. Thanks again, Jane."

"You're welcome :)"

Dora closed the chat and sat still, her heart racing.

Then she opened YouTube, typed 'Hysterical Literature' into the search, and immediately saw Jane in the results. She clicked on the clip.

The image was black and white, as were all the clips in this art project. Jane was sitting at a table against a solid black background, wearing a nice formal blouse and reading aloud from a classic book. Only... in a few seconds, Dora picked up on Jane's facial expressions and intonations... oh God... Jane was clearly bringing herself to orgasm while reading!... Or to be more precise, she was doing her best to hold back the orgasm that was inevitably coming over her, most likely because of a vibrator somewhere under the table... Finally, after five minutes of increasingly laborious reading, punctuated by sighs and gasps, she dropped the book and began to shake uncontrollably in front of the camera, clutching the edge of the table with both hands and moaning loudly.

Dora gasped herself, so excited by the sight that she had her own orgasm. After catching her breath, she clicked through more clips, more of Jane, then more of other women. The setting was the same. And the result was always the same. Only the fine details were different each time. And... Dora checked... the clips had millions of views, all of them.

Dora returned to the chat window and wrote a message to Jane.

"Wow. Impressive..."

"Thanks ;) This is exactly what I meant by practicing in front of the mirror. When you feel the orgasm coming, pull the book closer to you and read faster :)))))"

"Thank you for sharing this with me, Jane. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I've never seen anything so erotic in my life."

"LOL. Don't mention it. Check out the videos of Kate or Maria, you won't regret it :))"

"OK. Thanks again. See you later."

"See you!)"

Dora leaned back in her chair and sighed. She took a look at the clock and realized that she had been watching the Hysterical Literature clips for an hour now instead of working. She has to catch up.

It was lunchtime, but Dora had no intention of cooking. She just took a piece of lettuce and chewed it slowly, thinking about practicing in front of the mirror. Or... in front of a camera?

***

She lost five kilos in the first week. As the doctors said, the process would go faster in the first weeks and slow down in the end, so she'll lose all her excess sixty kilos or so in four months. Dora celebrated the achievement by drinking some water and having half an hour of orgasms on maximum power. She's already memorized all the app controls.

Her daily routine is set. In the morning she exercises for half an hour, does the housework, and works. Around noon, she eats something green, drinks water, and watches clips - sometimes still hysterical literature, but mostly just porn. She's discovered that she's getting more and more into it. Then she works more, masturbates intensely with toys, takes a shower, and goes to bed. On low power, the toys are in her all day and all night. She can almost feel her orgasmic brain centers and nerve pathways grow and complicate from the constant stimulation.

And yes, Dora began to look at herself in the mirror and practice the reading with vibrators on. First, she chose a classic book, Pride and Prejudice, and also set up the phone on a tripod to record herself. She sat before the table, set the vibrators on medium power, took a deep breath, and started reading from the middle. "While settling this point, she was suddenly roused by the sound of the door-bell; and her spirits were a little fluttered by the idea of its being Colonel Fitzwilliam himself, who had once before called late in the evening, and might now come to inquire particularly after her..."

Dora looked into the camera and realized how excited she was. She read a paragraph and stopped panting. The vibrators were giving her an intense but not quite strong enough orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her head on the page for a moment, waiting for it to pass. Then she continued reading, looking up at the camera every few lines to see how she was blushing, sweating, and trembling. She made it to the famous line, "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you," before giving up and falling limply on the table over the book, moaning loudly.

She then uploaded the video to YouTube and sent the link to Jane, asking for her opinion. That same evening, she received a reply:

"Ohhh... Dora, you're great. How long have you been practicing? ;))"

"Since this afternoon. It's my first attempt. What do you think?"

"I think you're talented! You should think about live performances!"

And there was a link, not to another hysterical literature clip, but to a webcam site... After some hesitation - she had never watched a live sex show - Dora clicked on it.

She immediately recognized Jane, who was giggling and talking to the audience. And only then did Dora realize that Jane was sitting naked at the table, with vibrators inside her!... Jane invited the audience to tip their chips to increase the power of the vibrators, and Dora herself involuntarily entered the chat box and typed a message.

"Jane! Hi! I didn't know!"

"Hi Dora!!! Join us!!! Start your own show!!"

"I... I don't know how..."

"Don't worry, I'll guide you. Watch me today to get the idea, and tomorrow I'll help you set everything up..."

And the show went on for an hour. Jane answered questions from the audience, masturbated, changed toys, and had orgasm after orgasm, screaming and shaking in front of the camera. Dora herself had several small orgasms along the way.

After Jane's show was over, Dora watched several similar shows by other camgirls. Some of them were extremely creative with setups and multiple ways to tease the audience and get strong orgasms on camera. And to her amazement, many of them weren't fashion show models at all, they were of all ages and body types. Including fat ones, and they too had their excited audience.

Then Dora decided she had had enough for one day and went to bed. She fell asleep with the vibrators on minimum power, dreaming of getting off in front of hundreds of viewers on her own webcam.

***

The next day, Jane visited her to show her around. She had visited Dora previously, but this time she was surprised to see Dora naked in the room filled with cold air from the open window. Dora told her about the weight loss treatment. Jane was impressed.

"Wow... That certainly explains your changes..."

"Have you noticed? So please tell me: what has changed? Why are people looking at me like I suddenly became attractive?"

Jane smiled broadly.

"Actually, you have changed quite a bit yourself. You seem much more confident and relaxed. Your body is changing too. You may still be overweight, but your skin is glowing, your breasts are firmer and your nipples are erect. You walk differently, swaying your hips more than before. And you dress differently. More sexy. Look at your ass!"

Dora looked at herself in the mirror.

"I don't see any difference."

"But people see! That's what really counts."

Jane helped Dora set up two webcams and taught her how to use the software. It turned out to be extremely easy, designed for camgirls who want to show off but have almost no technical knowledge. In the settings for adding toys for remote control over the Internet, they found the model she was wearing inside her.

"Cool!" Jane said. "These are top quality! Mine don't have half the capabilities. Your audience will have a lot of options at their fingertips!"

Dora blushed.

"You know what?" Jane smiled mischievously. "Let's run the show right now, together! You may not have an audience today, because your channel has just been created and has not been advertised yet, but it would help you get used to it."

"Do you really want to?"

"I do!" Jane was already undressing. "Borrow me your spare set of vibrators..."

The show lasted an hour. Jane showed Dora how to interact with the audience, how to masturbate to excite the viewers, how to change toys, and how to reach orgasm. Dora managed to have four strong orgasms by herself, and Jane had three, then a random visitor appeared at the station while they were kissing passionately. He threw in some money and turned their toys up to the maximum, forcing them to squirm and scream from powerful orgasms for ten minutes.

After the show, they went into the kitchen to get something to eat and drink.

"Sorry," Dora said. "I only have water and some greens."

"That would do. What do you think?"

Dora swallowed her apple bite.

"Well... it's hard to describe... I'm glad I tried it."

"I knew you'd like it. Now it's up to you. You could do it just for fun, or you could start making a lot of money, like me. Either way, be clear with the audience about the show schedule and never renege on your promises. The audience is the most important part of the show. You'll see how much it can turn you on!"

"Wow..."

They kissed, and Jane dressed up and went home.

***

A week later, Dora had lost another five kilos. She began to notice changes in her body. She went shopping two more times, still barefoot and wearing a light sundress. Once she went out in the cold rain and felt wonderful. People in the grocery store began to recognize her, smile and wave, and she waved back. She did her webcam show every night and her audience grew.

Now, as usual, she had to go to her office to sign papers. Dora felt uneasy about it. She expected her usual formal dress and shoes to be too hot and uncomfortable for her now, and the office dress code, no matter how relaxed, would still not allow her to go barefoot and almost naked. Besides, the office visits lasted several hours, which meant several inevitable orgasms in the process...

However, she dressed - in a light skirt and blouse, no underwear, and sandals, the lightest version the dress code would permit - and drove to the office.

There she met Jane, who was there to meet with her boss about recent sales discussions. Jane hugged Dora and whispered in her ear, "You look good, girl. You've lost weight, haven't you?"

Dora nodded.

"Keep it up. I'm rooting for you."

"Thanks."

Dora quickly signed the papers and then waited nervously for her meeting with the manager. He was not there, and there was another man in line before her. She knew him, though not well.

"How are you, Sam?"

"Fine, thank you. And how are you? You look better than ever!"

"Thank you, Sam. I feel better too!"

"What have you done to yourself?"

"I found the weight loss treatment. The one that really works."

"Cool!" Sam looked down at his stomach. "I might need it too."

"I could give you the contact. You are almost slim compared to me, for you, it would only take a couple of months. But there are some side effects..."

"Which ones?"

Dora could not answer because an orgasm hit her. She had enough control to avoid writhing or moaning, but her breathing, perspiration, and expression gave her away.

"Aahhh... those, you see." Dora would blush if she was not already so red.

Sam grinned.

"Looks like it's working!... No wonder you look great! I want it even more now!"

Dora smiled back, trying to control herself.

"What other side effects does it have?"

Another orgasm. Dora grabbed the edge of the seat and gritted her teeth.

"The doctors say that in 100% of the cases, the patient's body temperature rises, making them feel hot. They only feel comfortable when they are completely naked and barefoot. They also feel very comfortable taking cold showers and being naked in cold weather. I can confirm that's exactly the case."

Sam looked over at her.

"So your light clothes..."

Dora nodded. "...are now extremely hot and uncomfortable for me. Compared to wearing a fur coat in the middle of summer."

Sam shook his head.

"Tough! I should consider it, then..."

The manager came back, and Sam left Dora in front of him. Dora walked into the manager's room, her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric, and sat down across the desk from him. His secretary, a young woman, brought tea. Dora took out her notes and began her report.

"...so everything is on track, nothing unexpected. I'll continue like this for the next two weeks."

The manager nodded.

"Great job, Dora. Keep it up. Is there anything else?"

Dora opened her mouth, but her orgasm came and she could not speak. She shook her head silently, then caught her breath and spoke.

"Sorry... I'm on the weight loss treatment. There are some side effects, you see. I apologize. For the next several months, I might be an embarrassing sight when I visit the office."

Only then did she realize that her shirt had been unbuttoned at the top during her last orgasm, exposing her breasts. She blushed even more and buttoned up. The manager smiled.

"I understand. Don't worry about it. Would you like to take the rest of the day off?"

Dora thought for a second.

"No. I don't feel bad, and the workload doesn't depend on my condition. I can finish the day's work here. I just won't distract anyone. But thanks anyway."

"OK. Let me know if you change your mind."

Dora returned to her office, sat down at the computer, and spread her legs under the desk, hoping no one would notice. She took off her sandals and pressed the bare soles to the cold floor, which helped cool her down a bit. She had a few more meetings with the staff, then she could go home... and finally get naked again.

The first two meetings went off without a hitch. For the last one, she had to go down to the basement workshop and talk to the technicians. She reluctantly put on her sandals and went.

The workshop was dimly lit and smelled of iron and motor oil, as usual. Dora actually liked being here, and she liked the strong, cheerful men who worked there. She had been too shy to approach them before, but today was different... Today, for the first time in her life, she felt attractive.

Dora greeted the boys, who greeted her enthusiastically.

"Hey, look who's here!"

"Wow, look at that! What a babe!"

Dora smiled back.

"Hello, boys! What's going on?"

She listened to their report, asked a few questions, and answered theirs. They tightened their circle around her, coming closer as they talked, attracted to her without even realizing it. Then someone behind her suddenly squeezed her bottom. Surprised, she jumped and then turned to see one of the technicians grinning at her.

"Just checking, babe, is it as good to touch as it is to watch?"

"And what did you find?"

"It's much better to touch!"

The whole group laughed, including Dora. She felt playful and mischievous.

"Well... My review of your work is complete, everything is in order, and we still have time. Who's ready to do a check-up on me?" And she winked.

The boys froze in surprise, then shouted enthusiastically. Dora undressed, threw her clothes on the workbench, and lay down on it. She spread her legs wide and lifted them up, showing her pussy glistening with moisture. Then she pulled the toys out of her holes, and that move drove them crazy. Two technicians immediately rushed to her, took off their pants, pulled out their cocks, and trusted into her. She screamed in pleasure as they roughly shoved their huge dicks into her tight, wet pussy and well-trained ass.

The next forty minutes were a complete mix of lust and delight. Dora sucked all of them, rode all of them, took two cocks in both holes at the same time, licked balls, and jerked all of them off. They played with her big breasts and round ass, slapped her, spanked her. She had orgasm after orgasm, each one stronger than the last. She did not care if the cameras in the workshop captured it all. Finally, all the guys finished and sprayed her face and body with cum. She was covered in sweat and cum, panting heavily, exhausted and satisfied.

"Gimme a rag..."

They handed her the cleanest one they could find, and she wiped her face and legs. Then she got dressed, not caring if her clothes stuck to the cum splatters left on her body. She kissed them all, one by one, before going out.

"It was so great! I'll come back in two weeks to check it out. It's a shame I didn't do this before."

"Yeap, babe! It is a shame! We've been drooling over you for years, but you've been so inaccessible!"

"Really? I can't believe..." Dora sighed. "Actually, I was too shy and thought I was ugly..."

They were surprised. "Ugly? What nonsense! You always were so beautiful, so large and soft! Don't be shy, babe!"

Dora went home, thinking deeply.

***

The next couple of months brought nothing unexpected. Dora was losing weight on schedule (and taking her photos every day), she was working (and hiding her orgasms during the video calls like a pro), and she was wearing her toys 24x7 and doing webcam shows every night. The money from the shows was already close to her office salary. She continued to live with her windows open and went outside in a sundress and barefoot despite the winter snow. She loved rolling around naked in the snow! She visited the office every two weeks and the technicians in the workshop every time. Life was perfect.

And she was nearing the end of her treatment. She had only five extra kilos to go. By all accounts, she was a perfectly slim, attractive woman, and only she knew about those five kilos. In a month, she would be able to take off her toys and weigh herself for the last time. Dora decided to celebrate somehow. Maybe she'd invite Jane somewhere... She did not know exactly where yet.

She came to the treatment center for a check-up, and the doctors confirmed that everything was going well. "The implants will dissolve in your body when they stop working, you don't need to come back for surgery," they said. "From now on, you will only come to us in case of complications."

The last month passed. Dora looked at the scales. It's perfect. She is at her perfect weight, which she never was before. She felt so light and energetic! She looked in the mirror and saw an insanely attractive, slim, young, sexy woman. She'd dated and seduced herself if she could! So what now? Maybe the party, with Jane. She called her.

"Hi, Jane! How are you?"

"Hi, Dora! Great! Why are you calling?"

"I'm celebrating today. I've lost all the extra weight I needed to. Come out with me!"

"Congratulations, girl! That's awesome! Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet."

"Let me think about it. I'll call you back. OK?"

"OK."

Jane called back in ten minutes.

"I've got the idea. Promise you'll be on board with it!"

Dora giggled, hearing the familiar mischievous tone in Jane's voice.

"You got me. I promise!"

"We're going to the sex party tonight!"

"Wow..." Dora was at a loss for words.

"You promised!"

"I'm just catching my breath. Wheee! Of course! Come on, then! When and where?"

"I'll pick you up after work."

Jane came to pick up Dora after work.

"Hi, girl! Are you ready?"

"Yes! Wow, you look amazing!"

Jane was wearing a short black leather skirt and a sheer white blouse, no bra, and high heels.

"Thank you! You look great too! And... are you sure you are just going in that oversized t-shirt and barefoot?"

"That's the point. I still feel most comfortable completely naked—the colder the better. I'll take it off as soon as we get inside."

Jane laughed and hugged Dora. "That's my girl! I love you so much!"

When they arrived at the nightclub, there were already many people there. Some were naked, some were still undressing. Dora took off her t-shirt, and Jane took off her blouse, keeping her skirt and heels on for a while. They went to the bar for drinks, giving and receiving hugs and kisses on the way. Dora felt wonderful. She enjoyed being admired by strangers, having them caress her body and kiss her lips and breasts. Jane enjoyed the view and joined in. She ran her hands over Dora's slender curves and firm breasts. She kissed and licked her neck and shoulders. She slid her hand to Dora's bottom and fingered it. They made out and fingered each other at the bar, enjoying the looks and comments of others.

Then they kissed and separated, mingling with the crowd.

It was the best night of Dora's life. She danced with everyone, kissed everyone, and made out with everyone. Hands touched her everywhere and she enjoyed the touch. Someone's cock went into her pussy, someone else's into her mouth, someone else's into her ass. Sometimes she became intimate with another woman. She changed partners every minute, enjoying new sensations and pleasures. Every part of her body was used for someone's pleasure, and she enjoyed it herself. She came again and again and again. She drank sperm from several dozen men and swallowed many times, she lost count.

They met up with Jane again at dawn. Both were exhausted, full of sperm, and extremely satisfied. Dora managed to find her t-shirt and Jane her blouse and skirt, but the heels were gone, so they walked home barefoot.

Dora kissed Jane. "Thank you! It was the best night of my life."

"Anytime!" Jane giggled. "I go there every weekend. Come with me whenever you want."

"Consider yourself booked for the next one!"

They laughed.

***

Another three weeks passed. Dora's weight was stable, although she began to eat her usual food (not much, though, she's used to small meals). The treatment should definitely be done. But... she still felt hot and horny all the time. Something was wrong.

She went to the doctors. They examined her and shook their heads.

"We are sorry to have to tell you this, but you seem to be one of the 5% of people who have side effects from the treatment that last forever. That warning was in the brochure."

"Yes, I remember. No objections. So I'm in that 5%..."

"Right. We are very sorry. The condition is harmless to your health, but we understand how inconvenient it can be. We could add you to the experimental group of patients with whom we are investigating ways to eliminate these side effects. It will be free for you, and we will even pay you for your participation. Are you in?"

Dora thought for a moment.

"No. Nope. I like it the way it is! Thank you!"

And she went out, laughing, barefoot, in a light dress, and close to another orgasm.