Lauren leaned in close to the mirror, and carefully spread more of the hot pink greasepaint over her new lips.

The swelling from the injections had settled down, and the pufferfish look had settled down to the thick, cocksucking lips she had always wanted. And the sticky pink lipstick was guaranteed to leave her lips covered while also leaving a clear ring around at least a dozen dicks, the package had said.

She stepped back, and put her hands on her hips to look herself up and down. She'd grown out her hair during recovery, and now it was up in big twintails that bounced down to her waist. The contacts meant her big blue eyes didn't get warped by her old glasses. She was a bit long-necked and long-limbed, but the curves of her hips and perky ass looked better with her massive new basketball tits.

The thin white shortsleeve blouse was knotted because the buttons wouldn't close, and she traced the edges where half her tits hung free underneath, then the gaping wide neckline flaunted her deep cleavage, her thick nipples straining the thin fabric. She took a second step back, trailing the taut skin of her flat tummy, and tugged at the short pleats of red. Standing still, she could see a hint of the freshly shaved pink skin of her pussy.

Lauren giggled, and spread her stance on her wobbly high-heel sneakers. With her hands on her hips, she gave her hips a flick side to side. The soft fabric of her skirt swished nicely with the tiny weights buried in the hem, the slightest shift flashing her naked cunt for all to see.

Well if Carl thought it was too much of a change, she'd find someone else to enjoy it.

She fumbled a little with the long plastic nails on her fingers, picking up the two wide hot pink collars, and fastening them around her neck. She fussed with the big blocky gold letters, making sure the two words were perfectly aligned, over and under.

COCK
SUCKER

"Perfect."

Lauren giggled, and wobbled a bit as she twirled, but she didn't snap an ankle with her quick, flouncing skip. A good omen, she thought, and locked the door of her tiny apartment, then strolled out onto the sidewalk.

There was only the one side of buildings here, three and four stories tall, with the sidewalk on the east side of the road bordering the wide swath of sand down to the ocean water. She had been lucky to land her little pocket of an apartment on the east coast, where the sun warmed things in the morning and the buildings cast a shadow in the afternoons when things started to cook. She listened to the laughter, to the voices, to the jangle of her oversized earrings, of the gasps and the whistles over the clop-clop of her towering blocky heels on the concrete. She held her head high as she strutted, and soaked in the little pocket of shock and disturbance that flowed along with her.

There were plenty of catcalls and quick come-ons, but everything seemed tentative and noncommittal, like everyone was just enjoying the momentary distraction and the implied excuse to act up, but they weren't really planning to engage.

Maybe she had gone a little too far? Maybe everyone thought she was too high a prize to really try and snatch. Maybe she should circle back and tone it down, then maybe-

There was a rapid creaking of leather and the clatter of sharp heels running on the concrete, and then a leather-wrapped hand grabbed her slim wrist in a tight grasp. "Here, Harold! She looks like she'll be fun, and she wants to play!"

The woman that caught her wrist was parading harder than Lauren was. She looked about twice Lauren's twenty two years, but she wore it well, with a couple faint scars belying some assistance. Her pale skin was taut and smooth, but a little waxy and translucent. She was built a little shorter and a lot wider than Lauren, but not bloated and saggy. Her tits matched Lauren's in size, but her dark brown nipples were thick and long and well-used, and moistened with white on the tips. She'd fed a lot of mouths with them. There was a faint lollipop scar ringing her puffy areola, and then straight down under the bouncing spherical tits, where an expert had taken them apart and put them back together into gravity-defying knockers.

If Lauren had dressed like an easy bimbo, this woman was... something else. Long black leather gloves reached her shoulders, matching boots wrapped her legs to her hips, but her torso was wrapped in a criss-cross harness of black leather straps and silver rings, a pattern of diamonds around her body that left her whole everything hanging out. Her ironed-flat hair was dyed a furious shade of red, with square bangs low over her eyebrows, and a glance down showed the patch above her shaved snatch had been dyed, straightened and cut to match the fringe covering her forehead.

Her teeth were white behind her red lips, and her eyes were green ringed with white and then heavy black eyeliner, the manic grin of the woman looking a little panicked as she tugged Lauren's wrist.

"Come on, girl, you want to party, don't you?" Lauren stammered a little as the woman pulled her toward a restaurant in one of the side alleyways. She hesitated a little, and the woman's head spun to look at a man who was watching.

He was massive, a slab of muscle, shaved bald, and the open-chested floral shirt that hung loose on so many others was straining around his shoulders and arms. He was looking her up and down behind his sunglasses, and he seemed to like what he saw, so she happily trotted over.

"See, Howard, I told you I could find another toy for us!" The woman was saying, sounding a bit frantic, but Lauren wasn't listening. She gave her best smile and folded her hands behind her back, tipping her head from one side to the other to match the flick of her hips, swishing her skirt to flash her naked cunt.

He was staring at her chokers, though, at the brazen advertisement she wore on her long throat. His eyes flicked up behind his glasses, and an eyebrow arched questioningly.

Lauren didn't say anything, she just slid down to her kneepads beside the table as he spread his legs. The size of his cock made her pause when she pulled the massive club of meat from his shorts, but she dove in quickly, wrapping her lips around one massive, hairless testicle and suckling as her slender hands stroked his shaft, tickling her nails on his skin.

She tasted old sweat washed away by a recent swim and a more recent tang of a dip in someone's cunt, and she shifted her lips to work her way up the side of his shaft, raising her eyes to look up through her own bangs as she left hot pink kissmarks up his swelling cock. He was watching her as she spread her thickened lips, so she popped the fat head of his cock into her mouth and suckled, twirling her tongue around and around.

He didn't make a sound, but his legs were tense as her head wobbled, slurping and slobbering on his cock. She waited until his hand came up above her head before she shifted her hips, dropped her shoulders and lined up her neck, and pushed forward to force his thick cock down her own gullet.

She felt him tense up even more, she felt the straps around her neck stretch and creak as his cock bloated her thin throat, but she bobbed back and forth, her thick lips slapping wetly against the base of his cock as her pointy nose pressed into his sculpted abs. He had grabbed her long pigtails, not to haul on them, just to hold something as she worked over his cock.

She skidded her kneepads on the patio stones, her cunt was dripping and it needed air. Instead it got a hot mouth and a thick, eager tongue working up inside her snatch, swirling around in her sensitive flesh. She gagged, her throat spasming around his cock making it surge and pulse, and she tried to gargle but there was no room to make noise. She felt his nuts constrict and his cock pulse, and felt a massive flood of hot semen flow deep into her gullet and into her belly. Her own snatch spasmed and spluttered sympathetically, gushing over the face crammed up against her cunt.

She held still as her head swam, the massive cock in her throat, her lungs raging for air, and waited until his hand gently pushed against her forehead before she rocked back, pulling the cock from her throat with a lewd squelch. She managed to not gasp, and just gave a happy "Mmmmm!" as she licked her lips, looking up at him as she sat on her heels, leaning in to rub her cheek against the side of his sloppy cock.

He smiled and watched for a moment, and made no sound as he pulled at her wrist, lifting her up to straddle his waist. A gentle push on her hips forced the massive cock up into her snatch, and her warbling moan was clipped with a surprised yelp as that same hot tongue forced its way into her anus.

Well, good thing she had washed herself out, squeaky clean. She wanted her first assfucking as special as could be.

She shuddered and swayed as cock and tongue worked in her holes, she moaned as his teeth pulled her top down to pop her barely restrained tits free. She lost track of time, of where cock and cum were going, of whose mouth was where, of what tits were around what cock and who was licking cum off who.

The pink haze was fading when she realized she was bent over the heavy wooden table, moaning and mewling happily as his massive cock stroked in and out of her ass, her arms twisted up behind her back in one strong hand.

"I told ya, Howard, I'd get you a new toy, I did didn't I? She'slots of fun, isn't she?" the woman was saying, while the massive cock squelched and slurped in her ass. He didn't say anything, but nodded when Lauren looked back over her shoulder.

"Are you gonna keep her?"

He looked down at Lauren, considering. She smiled up at him, wiggling her hips to squirm her ass around his cock. She raised an eyebrow and nodded.

He smiled, and shook his head no.

Suddenly his hand was pushing her arms up further, a relentless force, and Lauren screamed as he pushed her shoulders beyond where they should go. She heard a sickening tearing, squelching pop and felt everything come loose with an excruciating pain, and the man exhaled heavily as her frantic spasming made him unload another massive gush of hot cum up her ass.

She screamed and thrashed as Howard brought her arms all the way up and over and back down, and then tugged lightly. She flopped limply and felt a gush and a sticky wetness on her sides. He was handing something off to the older leather woman.

It took her too long to recognize her own arms, as a waiter accepted them and turned back inside.

She looked back up at the man, begging and pleading and sobbing as he kept fucking her ass, head dizzy and her sight and hearing fuzzy from the pain. He had her pigtails in his hands now and pulled back hard, forcing her to arch backward, making her flip her fancy new tits out and forward, flopping them on the table. She sobbed as he rutted faster, while the woman picked up something shiny from the table.

Lauren shrieked as the cleaver skimmed down against her ribs, the leather woman calmly lopping off one massive breast, then the other, pushing them with the blade so Lauren could watch the massive globes roll away from her. There was too much pain for her to notice the pain on her chest as anything more when he let go of her pigtails and her flat, raw meat chest smacked against the table.

Lauren sobbed as his hands clutched her hips and he fucked her ass frantically. She felt a sharp pinch low on her neck and she felt loose and weightless. She rolled sideways, she couldn't feel anything but the leather gloves on her cheeks as she gawped, watching Howard lift her ruined, headless, armless, titless body upright and fuck it frantically as blood fountained from every wound.

He heard his voice at last as he let out an orgasmic roar, she heard the sloppy wet sounds of cum flooding what used to be her body, the ringing in her ears was a roar as the fuzziness ringed in around her vision. Howard pushed her corpse off onto a cart that the waiter dutifully rolled away, while a few topless waitresses started mopping up the gore.

Howard pointed over Lauren's head, the leather woman holding her up as a trophy, and his voice was cracked and broken from his ruined throat. "You earned an extra day." He gestured at the long pit of hot coals she hadn't noticed buried in the depths of the restaurant, a woman's body slowly rotating over it, crispy and brown with a silver pole jutting from between her crinkled lips.

"You roast tomorrow. Unless you find me another toy."

Lauren stopped seeing, stopped hearing, stopped being anything but meat and a trophy at that point. But her head joined a row of severed heads on a shelf behind the bar, her thick lips gaping open, her twin collars telling everyone she had been a cock sucker.

Finally, the appreciation she always wanted.