Chapter 3: Fluffles wakes up
At some point, despite her emotions and tears, Alice finally fell exhausted into a deep unconscious sleep.
“Fluffles. Fluffles. Wake up dear.”
Alice was dreaming. Fluffles? Not even yet half awake, Alice laughed. What a silly name and what a silly dream.
“Fluffles.” The distant voice continued insistently. “It’s time to wake up dear. Fluffles?”
Alice could barely open her eyes but everything was suffused in a beautiful pink glow. Her eyelids fluttered, feeling heavy and she drifted a little somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.
“Good girl Fluffles.” The voice said. “That’s it dear. Wakey wakey.”
Alice was frustrated that this voice, a woman’s voice, was interrupting her sleep. She simply wanted to close her eyes. Who was this Fluffles person? Why did she have to wake up? She was having such a lovely dream.
Alice grudgingly opened her eyes and slowly let them focus on the room. The pink glow came from the light pouring in through her curtains. Alice saw the familiar landscape of lake and wood through the window and the surprisingly comforting familiarity of the soft pink walls of her room. Alice yawned, still unable quite to grasp the waking world around her. Everything felt soft and pink like she was in a big pink bubble.
“How long have I been sleeping?” She muttered, her voice sounding a little strange and quiet.
“You’ve been sedated for almost a week.” The deep authoritative voice of Dr Wade informed her. “Your surgery was a complete success and we wanted to give your body plenty of time to recover from the procedures.”
Surgery? Procedures? Alice grasped at the vague memories that were suddenly appearing at the edges of her consciousness.
‘You did it already?” She asked with her new higher-pitched voice, wondering absentmindedly why her it seemed so difficult to form the words with her lips. “That Bimbo thing? You made me into one of those nurses?”
Alice still couldn’t summon the strength to move but her eyes now began to make out new shapes in her room. A dressing table and closet. There was a long mirror framed in pastel pink plastic. Other pink shapes on a new table. Was one of the shapes a dildo? She had a TV now. And then the shapes of people. A nurse perhaps and also the unmistakable handsome figure of her doctor, Dr Wade. Alice felt her ass actually dilate as she recognized him, his presence sending more than memories of new corrupting pleasures shimmering through her still immobile body.
“Not one of the nurses.” He replied with a genuine smile. “The enhancements we gave you go beyond those we use on the nurses here. Your breast augmentation alone Fluffles… The 1300cc silicone implants that you now have look really quite stunning by the way… Well… Not only do you look simply amazing but you are also now at least 3 cup sizes larger than Nurse Brandi here.”
The nurse turned around for a moment, giving Alice a perfect view of the woman’s more than ample breasts and cleavage beneath the sleek latex of her uniform. Alice tried to lift her head and look down. Why couldn’t she move? Why couldn’t she see what they had done? Why could she not feel any changes in her body?”
“Try to relax Fluffles.” Dr Wade said in his most soothing tone. “You’re still heavily sedated. You’ll see the improvements I’ve made soon enough.”
He waited for her to stop straining to sit up in bed. Alice flopped back into the pillows in frustration.
“I want to explain everything before we take a look at the new you.” He said commandingly. “I promise you Fluffles, you’ll be out of bed after just a few more minutes and gazing at your newly bimbofied body in the mirror over there.”
“Fluffles?” Alice asked, still uncertain why her voice now sounded so squeaky and quiet.
Dr Wade pressed a finger against her lips and, hating herself, Alice actually moaned loudly and quite obviously lasciviously with the pleasure of his touch.
“All in good time.” He said softly. “Now… Let me explain everything that we did during your bimbofocation surgery almost a week ago.”
For the next 15 minutes Alice lay in silence listening to what seemed like an endless list of surgical procedures that had finally completed her physical transformation from a perfectly normal 35 year old woman into the more beautiful, much younger looking and more overtly sexual creature that she had now evidently become. The bimbifocation process included a total remodeling of her face; nose reshaping (she now had a cute button nose apparently), brow and chin reduction, cheek implants to improve the definition of her cheekbones, lifting and reshaping her eyebrows, some work to make her eyes look bigger and, to top everything off, a full facelift and surgical skin abrasion to make her look 15 years younger. Alice also learned that the reason her lips felt so unfamiliar and heavy was because they were now packed with collagen giving her what the doctor described as very inviting ‘cock-pillows’ and a mouth quite literally made for sucking. Despite herself, Alice found that she began to salivate as the doctor explained this particular part of her radical makeover. Perhaps most surprisingly of all, Alice also learned that her eyelashes had been permanently removed and, from this point on, she was to wear thick false lashes every day throughout her waking hours.
“Though I say so myself.” The doctor continued. “Your breasts are probably the best I have ever done.”
Dr Wade sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled the sheets down a little from her chest. Alice still could not sit up to see anything below her chin but she felt his hands cupping something heavy out of eyeshot.
“These are almost entirely silicone now.” He said proudly. “I suspect that Alice was always a little disappointed with her breasts but Fluffles I am certain will be more than happy with these.”
That name again Alice thought to herself, still trying to understand all the craziness that now seemed a constant part of her life.
Alice learned that her nipples were now almost an inch long and as thick as Cuban cigars and would, apparently, harden deliciously and drive her crazy when sucked, licked or stroked. Despite still being unable to move and with her face still feeling like a mask without any proper sensation, Alice knew that her eyes widened in surprise as the doctor told her all this. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice her salivating a little more as his description continued.
“I also gave you a fairly major liposuction.” He went on. “Upper arms, thighs and waist of course. You now have a 20-inch waist. I would have reduced it further but I prefer to have the waist and breasts in proportion and you can always be corseted if Fluffles needs a more fetishistic look at some point.”
The list continued; substantial silicone implants in her buttocks, Achilles tendon shortening to make it impossible to wear anything but the highest of stiletto heels, permanent removal of the hair follicles around her pussy and armpits, surgical removal of all finger and toe nails and their permanent replacement with considerably longer acrylic nails, other tweaks and tucks to tighten her skin, mole removal, skin softening, some minor changes to her ears, surgery to ‘correct’ her voice. It was becoming impossible for Alice to keep up as the doctor itemized each change that had been made to her body.
“I had a beautician do some preliminary work with hairstyling and cosmetics this morning before we woke you up.” He told her. “A bimbo should always look her best.”
Dr Wade smiled.
“However, Fluffles has an appointment at the salon this afternoon.” He continued. “And we need to get you safely out of bed and ready for your first walk around the facility here. I’m sure that you’re excited about seeing your new look.”
“I’m not sure that excited is the right word.” Alice replied hesitantly, finally understanding why her voice was now pitched higher and with a breathy overtone that made her sound much younger and somehow permanently excited. “Nobody asked me if I wanted this. I have no idea how I’m going to look or feel about all this.”
“To be absolutely honest with you, in a few days it won’t matter what the old Alice wanted or didn’t want.” The doctor chided her. “So far, your bimbofication has been almost entirely physical. Over the next week, your whole personality, mental capacity and psychology will be equally transformed. After that, Fluffles’ only real interests will be clothes, shopping and sex. The only thing Fluffles will want is to please me and any other man who might enjoy fucking her.”
Alice felt a rage starting to build at the doctor’s sudden change of tone but her anger was checked by the sudden realisation that his words had also made her wet, very wet indeed actually. For the first time that day, despite the numbness and paralysis that still affected her body, she felt a distant tingling around her anus, a tingling that built way too quickly into a desperate longing to experience the delights of the doctor’s cock inside her ass once again. Alice swallowed the words that were ready to spring from her cock-pillow lips and suppressed a soft groan of pleasure. Dr Justin Wade smiled and emptied a syringe into her arm.
“Time for you to see the new you.” He said softly, as Alice’s limbs started to come back to life. “Time to get you out of bed and standing in front of the mirror. We don’t want Fluffles to be late for her first appointment at the salon.”
Slowly, the bed moved down, and the overpowered woman was carefully eased to her feet. The strong hands of Dr. Wade supported her, keeping her upright as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her knees buckled, but the doctor caught her, guiding her towards the large mirror in the corner of the room.
Fluffles gazed into her reflection, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. The woman who stared back at her was nothing short of breathtaking. Her long, platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft, loose waves, and her eyes sparkled with an innocent, childlike charm. Her skin was flawless, and her lips were the perfect shade of pink.
But it was her body that truly took Fluffles’ breath away. Her breasts were huge and round, and her ass was full and shapely.
She was now the epitome of a bimbo fuckdoll, a living, breathing embodiment of every man's fantasy. She was perfect.
Fluffles took a step forward, her new heels clicking against the floor as she approached the mirror. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her body was completely transformed, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and arousal as she took in her new curves.
She reached out to touch the mirror, her fingers tracing the outline of her new body. She felt detached from herself, like she was looking at a stranger. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her as she felt the silicone implants in her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the firmness of her ass.
She turned to the side, admiring the way her new body looked from every angle.
She couldn't believe how different she looked, how much more feminine and sexual she felt. She ran her hands over her hips, feeling the curves and edges of her new body.
She couldn't believe how different she felt, how much more feminine and sexual she was. She reached down and touched her new breasts, feeling the weight and firmness of the implants. She squeezed them gently, marveling at how real they felt. She felt a surge of pleasure and arousal as she touched herself, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"I see you're getting used to your new body." Dr. Wade said, standing behind her and watching her in the mirror. "I must say, you look absolutely stunning, Fluffles. I'm very pleased with the results."
Fluffles blushed at his words, feeling a rush of gratitude towards him for transforming her into this new version of herself. She couldn't believe that just a week ago, she was still Alice, a plain and ordinary woman.
As sensation returned to her body, the first thing that Alice was aware of was an incredible weight on her chest. As she peered down to see what was pressing on her, the second thing she became aware of was the platinum-blond strands of hair which now floated softly in her peripheral vision.
“I’m blond?” She whispered.
“Very.” The doctor replied, smiling. “Hair extensions too. Fluffles was never going to be a brunette with a boyish bob. You’ll get the idea when you see everything.”
Alice strained her neck and peered down once again. She gasped loudly as she finally understood what the weight was pressing down on her chest, the weight that was making it quite impossible to sit up any higher to get a better view. Straining to look down, all Alice could see were the twin implanted globes of her massive new silicone breasts; they were enormous, more massive than she could ever have imagined. Defying gravity, her new rack refused to sag and her view of the room was now almost completely obscured by two enormous orbs of fleshy silicone. Each breast, implausibly pert and incredibly round, was crowned with a prominent brown nipple, each the width of a man’s thumb and both protruding an inch or so skywards. Alice sank back onto her pink pillows, exhausted by the effort of moving and ashamed by the humiliation of seeing herself like this.