Morning arrived, and I couldn’t quite place the strange sensation I was feeling. It took me a few moments before I identified the sensation as a morning hard-on. The combination of having a plug in me with being uncaged was giving me the freedom to be physically aroused. It felt kind of strange that the occurrence was now so rare as to be surprising.
I was almost afraid of it. The arousal felt good, but dangerous. It felt almost like disobedience, even though I couldn’t control it. I got up and relieved myself, grateful that the temptation to touch faded as I softened. I took a quick shower, feeling my squeeze at the heavy steel plug inside me.
I dressed quickly. My morning outfit felt temporary, as I knew I’d be removing it to at least change what I wore beneath it as soon as Cheryl pulled out of the driveway. It wasn’t quite accurate to say that I looked forward to that moment each morning, as I truly did love starting the day with my wife, but I knew that my day was only truly beginning once I started to feel the desires of Liam expressed upon me.
It was only when Cheryl was late coming down to breakfast that I remembered that she’d been on the phone with Lydia late, and that I had no idea how long she’d been up. I wondered for a while if I was going to have to wake her but then she came downstairs on her own. There was a wide smile on her face which only grew wider when she saw me take in her appearance.
Inspired by our conversation the night before, she had put together an outfit for work that could best be described as devastating. Her skirt barely reached her knees but it clung to her so tightly that I imagined I could see the line of the tops of her stockings right through it. Her blouse was a cream-silk and it was open low enough to just tease the eye with glimpses of the lace-trimmed bra that was pushing her breasts high and together.
“You are not kidding around today, are you?” I asked.
“Taking no prisoners,” he answered with a laugh.
I tried not to stare as we shared breakfast, but it was a challenge. Her cleavage had always been impressive and displayed as it was, it was a significant distraction. We shared a warm kiss as she left, but I was careful not to press too close and wrinkle her perfect outfit.
Once her car pulled away, I once again made my way downstairs to select panties, a bra and stockings for my day. I was coming to realise just how significant it was that the requirement to wear a bra had been added, especially a bra filled with large, jiggling breast forms. There were some of my shirts that I just couldn’t wear, and if I kept pulling my t-shirts over my new tits, they would begin to stretch permanently.
A loose t-shirt had to suffice for now, so I got myself put together and went up to my office to tend to emails, comments and the incoming images sent from Liam. I had barely gotten started when Liam called me. It made me tingle a bit each time I saw his name on my phone’s call display.
“Hello Master,” I said.
“Good morning, Crissy. I just got a message from Ashley at the Toy Store, and she said that she’s had someone call in sick and wondered if you could fill in. I told her that you’d be happy to. I’m afraid I’m swamped today, so you’ll have to drive yourself over there. You can dress simply as she said she’ll choose the outfit for you to work in.”
“Yes, Master,” I said. “Crissy is happy to help.”
“I knew you would be. I’d also like to make sure that it is a successful and busy day for the store when you’re there, so I’d like you to post on your OnlyFans site and on Twitter that you’ll suck the cock of any of your fans that come visit and spend over $200.”
I took a deep breath.
“Yes Master, I will post that right away.”
“Good girl, Crissy. Make sure you’re there by 11:00.”
There was a little time to kill, but not much. I composed an announcement that had all the details that Liam wanted included: that once again I would be working at the shop and available for use for anyone who spent the minimum amount. I wondered as I typed if it would be more or less humiliating to be paid the cash for sucking cocks, or to be offered as a free bonus as Liam wished.
I posted on twitter and on my OnlyFans site. I made sure to add to the more public announcement that photos after would only be up on the pay site, to try to encourage more and more people to join and witness my depravity. I was just about to pack up and go when a reply came in that caught my eye.
“What about your female fans with no cock to suck? What do we get?”
The request was from one of my paid followers, so I judged that it was worth answering, even though I wasn’t sure of the right answer.
“There are strap-on dildos you could wear for sucking, or I will ask my Master if my giving oral sex would be permitted, if you prefer.”
I signed off and sent the question to Liam, but after that it was really time for me to leave if I was going to be sure to be there on time. I felt silly wearing the bra and breasts under my t-shirt, but I doubted that anyone would notice me as I drove. I parked my car as close as I could to the store and rushed in, as even the jacket I had pulled on over my shirt was only doing so much to hide my jiggling silicone tits. It was only 10:45 when I arrived, so I had to knock on the locked door to get Ashley’s attention. Every moment spent waiting there felt like a torment.
“Oh look at you!” she smiled as she let me in. “Almost normal on the outside but sissy underneath. Come on back, I’ve got your work outfit ready.”
I followed her in and into the store’s back room. We were alone in the store, so she didn’t bother closing the door behind us.
“You can strip, Crissy,” she said.
I obeyed, removing my jacket, shirt and pants, until I stood there before in just the lingerie and stockings.
“No, take it all off, Crissy. We’re starting fresh.”
I felt embarrassed for a moment, but then I just continued, removing everything and placing it in a pile, leaving only the plug inside me.
“Good. Now, this might be a bit tricky, but I’ll help you,” she said.
She approached me with something that looked halfway between a pair of breasts and a cropped shirt.
“This is a silicone breastplate, Crissy. A lot of drag queens wear them, and they will give you nice big breasts without having to stuff a bra. We will just have to stretch it over you. I’ve already powdered the inside.”
I raised my arms and she pulled it down over them and then used her hands to stretch the neck of it over my head. The silicone was thin enough that it pulled on easily but still retracted to fit me snugly. Once she was done adjusting it in place, she had me look in a mirror. The silicone second skin extended right up my neck. My arms poked out of the arm openings like a vest, and it continued down to the middle of my torso. Of course, the main feature was that I now had immense silicone breasts on my chest, complete with stiff nipples. They bounced and jiggled with every moment.