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Her New Job
By: OddWerid

Breasts. Round, soft puddles of flesh. Yep, they were breasts alright. It wasn't the fact that she had them that bothered her. She'd been living with the things since her fourteenth birthday. No, it wasn't the breasts that bothered Becky. That wasn't it at all. It was the fact that she now had six of them that was really new to her.

As she rolled off her cot and into the early morning air, Becky gave pause to think about her life for the last couple of weeks. She always had been young and brash and she assumed that life had just gotten back at her it in its own funny way. She tried to blame her parents but for all of their faults, she could bring her self to do it. Her situation was partly their fault for sure, but it was also not completely their fault either. If only they hadn't been so demanding, well, life may have been different.

Her grades were good and she maintained a good attitude towards school. Her parents saw it differently though. They felt that she could do better, study longer, achieve greater things than she did. The problem was that Becky was already in the top ten percent of her class. She had trouble finding anyway else to be better. The final straw came soon after she had graduated from high school. Her overachieving parents had pulled some big strings and pushed her into a fancy, ivy-league college had she hated. They went so far as to tell the college that she wanted, and had been accepted into, that she wasn't interested and to give her spot to some one else. Buy the time she had gotten word of the betrayal, it was too late and the there was no room left for her.

After giving some thought to the possibility, Becky made a decision. She would run away into the city and find a job. Not that she really wanted to, but it would give her time to become accepted into her choice institution, but she could send pictures of her new life to her shocked, and furious, parents. It was a good plan. "ËœWas' being the key word.

Life on the streets of New York wasn't bad, if you had a bit of money, a plan, and a useful skill. Unfortunately, Becky found herself without all three very quickly. She discovered that without those things you can go hungry very quickly. After a couple of days she had grown desperate, yet not enough to go home. She was too stubborn to do that just yet. That was how, in the middle of a dreary night, she found herself in front of a flashing neon sign which read : MISS EXOTICA.

The building looked like an old boarding house that had been recently fixed up by its occupants. From the look of the place, Becky could tell that it was some sort of bordello. Looking down at herself earlier that day, she had considered the profession. She was slender, but not skinny, really more of a fit person than skinny. Her chest carried a pair of firm C-cups and her face was pretty, if not beautiful. She opened the door and strode in.

After confirming that she was of legal consenting age with her drivers license, she was hired. After signing some sort of legal form, they brought her up stair to her room. It was very nice. The beg as large and ornate, but Becky assumed that was part of the job. She was so awed by the setting that she almost didn't notice the sharp prick on her arm. Turning quickly, she started to say something about no drugs, but she was out like a light before she could finish her sentence.

She woke some time later. She could hear giggling and some distant moans, but she didn't have the nerve yet to open her eyes. She was lying on what felt like a old lumpy cot and was covered with a rough blanket. But something was wrong. Something didn't feel right. Becky couldn't put her finger on it but she knew that things were definitely changed. Gathering the nerve, she opened the eyes and pulled off the blanket. She almost screamed.

Her breasts were huge. They looked like slightly flat, quivering pink volleyballs stuck to her chest. But that wasn't the worst of it. She had more down her front, two more pairs in fact. They decreased in size so the last pair were about the size of her old ones. She reached for her dark pink nipples to test for reality. She found it rather quickly. Examining the rest of her body, she found more surprises. Her thick pubic hair was gone and she could easily see that she now had a second vagina. Touching it she saw that it was quite real as well.

The contact with her vagina awoke a desire to masturbate that Becky never knew she had. Using her hand, she stuck two fingers in each hole. She could feel the waves of pure pleasure roll over her just from that light touch. Pushing deeper into her slits, she began to buck and moan. Becky's other hand massaged her stiff nipples and massive breasts. The pleasure rolled over her small body, increasing every second until it culminated in a series of spasms and a loud sigh.

Hearing laughter, Becky sat up slowly, feeling the weight of her breasts settle on one another. Leaning through a door way at the other end of the room was a young black woman. She couldn't be more than twenty-five, Becky thought as she looked at her. She slowly looked around her surroundings. Becky was on a cot, amid seven other cots. The room was plain wooden walls with three windows. The floor was linoleum, this struck her as odd, as it did not match the walls. And in front of each cot sat a sturdy chest.

Becky did scream as the woman moved toward her. While she had looked like a normal, if well endowed, person through the door frame, Becky now saw that her lower half was not human at all. It looked as if some sick freak had ripped her torso off and stuck it on the body of a cow.

Her dark skin blended into the black and white colors of a Holstein. Four powerful bovine legs propelled her forward, while her tail swished behind. As she crossed in front of Becky, she could see a massive udder swinging below her as a match for her large top.

Well, I can see that you're awake. The cow woman said. Can I offer you some milk, I've got plain, chocolate, and strawberry. Becky looked at her confused. The woman showed her that her teats were color coded to produce different flavored milk. Becky started to ask questions about her situation. What she learned was not good. The contract she had signed gave exclusive rights over her body to the bordello. The problem was, although she could leave anytime she wanted, she would have to leave without her body because it was now someone else's property. Becky was trapped here.

She found out from MooMoo, as the woman called herself, that this business catered to all of the forbidden pleasures men have desired. All of the women here are altered into forms taken from male surveys. The women are given food and beds in exchange for their services. On an average night, one could expect up to three men. Then you had all day off to sleep, eat, and practice your skills.

By the time night fell, Beck had met all seven of her fellow 'workers'. But nothing really shocked her after meeting MooMoo. Although she was mildly surprised to discover her third vagina. She found it in the bathroom as she was going to the bathroom. It had replaced her asshole. Becky quickly understood why no one had given her anything solid to eat. Now that she realized that it was there, She began to notice the weird feeling of something soft, wet, and squishy between her butt cheeks. She supposed that she didn't notice it before because she had no reason to expect its existence.

Becky had three clients that night. The first was an older man who just wanted sex. It was over very quickly with minimal foreplay. As the man left, Becky felt an odd idea enter her mind. Since the others had already assured her that she couldn't get pregnant or catch any disease, Becky began to think that this life might not be so bad off. All she had to do was pleasure men and she would be set for life. She smiled and played with her stretched pussy, feeling the man's cum ooze back out.

Becky never considered herself a slut before. She rarely had sex before coming here. But now she began to like the idea. Over the next couple of weeks she gathered more and more experience, half from clients and half from practice with her friends, the other prostitutes. Becky started to use words like pussy and cunt and tits. She cursed a bit more and would often go about the day with three large dildos up her cunts. Sex was easier now and she found that she would do anything to get a man's cock into her.

One night the bordello got a call for a gang-bang. Becky was picked for her multiple parts. The clients were four big black men. They were rough. She was picked up and thrown onto the bed. One of the men got in beside her and lifted her body on to his straining cock. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen. It must have been close to ten inches long. He forced her rear cunt on to it and pushed her down. She screamed in pain as the monster was pushed up her pussy. A second man grabbed her head and forced his own cock down her throat to shut her up. While the first man continued to pound his meat up her ass, the last two spread her legs so they would have better access to her pussies. With all four holes filled to the brim, Becky was in heaven. She could feel the thrusts of each man, as they pumped for all their worth.

Her joy was even greater as she felt her breasts being mauled by many hands. She twisted and writhed in a sea of pleasure. Her body was being bucked up and down, forward and backward as the thick black cocks invaded her boy even deeper. She could feel herself coming over and over again, but her moans were muffled by a thick cock. Becky tried to run her tongue over it's head, but that was already down her throat. Her pussies were so close together and the cocks were so large, that Becky could feel them rub and bump each other as the were moving in and out.

At some point that night, they left. Becky was too dazed by the experience to realized they had even stopped. One of her fellow prostitutes carried her into the shower and washed her off. Then she was put to bed. And here she was. A multibreasted, multicunted slut. She took a sort of personal pride in that. How many other girls in her school would end up like her? She was special. Becky couldn't wait to send a picture of herself to Mom and Dad.