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Author: Zon19
Story: New U SalonNew U Salon
By Zon19
(mc, md, gr)
The following is a storyline that was started on the BE Archive's Adventure,
"Unending BE." Feel free to visit the archive or its extendable addventure at
http://www.bearchive.com. This particular story was written by myself and L.E.
through the extendable addventure. I have compiled and elaborated on the initial
plot and present it to you, the reader, as a stand-alone story.
If you are u******e to view adult material in your state, then do not read the
following. All others feel free to copy or repost this story as long as this
intro is included and it is unchanged in any way.
Jim drove the car up to the salon and pulled over to the curb. "Well, here we
are. I hope you like your birthday present," he said to his girlfriend, Sharon.
They had been dating for about a year now and she was sitting in the passenger
seat.
"Yes, of course! What woman doesn't want a new hairstyle?" she asked.
He looked at her conservative brown business suit and long brown hair and said,
"That's right. I thought you'd like it."
"Alright. I'll see you in about an hour?"
"Yeah. That's what the lady said when I asked how long it would take. I'm headed
to the mall to shop for a little while. I'll see you later."
With that Sharon got out of his car and watched him drive away. 'He's such a
nice guy,' she thought. She looked up at the sign hanging over the doorway and
it read "New U Salon! - Guaranteed Satisfaction or your MONEY BACK." 'Well, you
can't argue with that.'
She stepped over the curb in her smart 2" high brown work-shoes and walked
through the door. A tiny bell jingled as she entered and an older woman came to
the counter.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yes, my boyfriend scheduled an appointment for me at 2:00."
"Oh, of course," she said flipping through an appointment book. "So, you must be
Sharon, right?"
"Yes."
"Very good. If you'll just have a seat and wait while I get your assistant.
Could I get you something to drink? Water, Kool-Aid, Lemonade?"
"Water would be fine," said Sharon. The woman went into a side room and brought
it out to her. "Thank you."
"Your beauty assistant will be with you any moment now." The woman went into the
salon and left Sharon to her own devices. She looked through the magazines and
saw that they were all Cosmo and Beauty and the like.
'Damn men. Always wanting women to look like these stupid covers. I'm glad Jim's
never thought of me that way.' Sharon drank her water and felt a weird tingle as
it hit her stomach. As she looked over the magazines again she picked up the
copy of Cosmo and began reading an article on fashion. 'You know, some of these
clothes aren't so bad,' she thought. As her eyes scanned the miniskirts she felt
that strange tingle again. 'I wonder how my legs would look in that...'
Just then a woman in her early 20's walked through the curtain that separated
the rest of the salon from the waiting room. "Hi, I'm Suzy and I'll be your
assistant today," she said. That's when Sharon looked up and saw the woman for
the first time. The first thing that struck her was the sheer size of her
breasts. They strained against the green spandex dress that barely contained
them and were accentuated by its low neckline. Her face was painted with bright
red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. The skirt of her green minidress stopped just
past the swell of her ass. All of this was topped by a tangled mass of shock
blonde hair.
"Wait. You'll be helping me??" Sharon said stunned. 'I'll be damned if I'm
getting a makeover from this slut!' she thought.
"Well, sure! I mean you want a makeover don't you..." she trailed off.
Sharon thought for a split-second and said, "Yes, but..."
"Good!" said Suzy as she grabbed Sharon's arm and pulled her into the back.
After Sharon was seated in the salon chair Suzy said, "First we'll do your
makeup...."
"But aren't you doing my hair too?"
"We're doing that later silly," Suzy giggled. She began applying the makeup
liberally to Sharon's face while standing in front of the mirror so Sharon
couldn't see what she was doing.
When she finished, Suzy stepped back and showed Sharon her work. "Doesn't that
look better?"
Sharon looked in the mirror and saw that her old tinge of makeup had been
quickly done away with and heavier, slutty makeup had replaced it. 'What!' she
thought. 'I don't want....' Sharon's thought faded as that weird tingle started
again. "You really think so?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course! I told you it would make you look better!"
"I guess you're right," Sharon said. Suddenly everything Suzy said seemed to
make a lot of sense.
"Hmm... What next. Let's see...." Suzy stepped back to examine Sharon more
closely. "Stand up for a second and turn around." Sharon stood, turned slowly,
and then sat. "What are you... About a 32A?"
Sharon said, "No! I'm a 36C!"
"You can't be," Suzy said incredulously. "I'm a 36C!"
Then, for the second time, Sharon noticed Suzy's breasts. 'How can that be
possible?' she thought. "No way. You're breasts are at least a E and probably an
F cup!"
"Nope! Check out Tawny over there. She's only a B cup." Sharon looked at the
other woman and was stunned. Her breasts were as large as Suzy's! "You're an A,
honey. I don't know what people have been lying to you, but you're much smaller
than average," Suzy said with confidence.
'She's right! All of the women in here have larger breasts than me!' For the
first time in her life, Sharon felt hopelessly inadequate about her
measurements.
"I'm surprised that your boyfriend would stay with someone as underdeveloped as
you."
With that, Sharon began to cry. "You're right! I'm so embarrassed."
"Now. Now. Don't fret, honey. We can fix you right up."
"You can?"(sniffle)
"Sure. Just lean back and let me inject you with our patented Normalizer Fluid.
Guaranteed to fill you out and make you happy!"
"Yes... I'd like that." Sharon leaned back and felt the needle prick her skin.
Instantly, she was filled with a sense of total well-being. A bemused smile
creased her face as she dreamed about finally being normal. When she awoke
moments later she looked down at her chest. Her heart leapt with joy. Suzy stood
over her and said, "How do you feel?"
"Great!" Sharon cupped her new tits and said, "Wow! I'm a C or D!"
"That's right," Suzy said barely able to contain her giggling as she looked at
Sharon's new HH tits. "A full D! Congratulations. What did you call those
before?"
Sharon was puzzled by that question and started searching for the word. 'Tits...
no. Hooters?.... maybe. Fuck-bags?' "I can't think of it." The fluid had erased
the word breast and vagina from her vocabulary. From now on they would be tits
and cunt or pussy.
"Oh, that's all right. You like your new tits don't you?"
"Yesss...." Sharon moaned. For some reason hearing the word tits had made her
horny.
"Good! What should we do next? I know! You need new clothes! You can't keep
wearing those dumpy old business suits."
"Really?" Sharon asked.
"They don't really fit you." Sharon had to admit she was right as she looked in
the mirror. Her tits had stretched the brown blouse almost to its breaking point
and forget about trying to close her jacket.
"My clothes don't fit," she moaned.
"Of course not! Anyway, you're really wearing way too much for a man to get a
good eyeful," Suzy said. "I mean, only an old maid would wear her skirts halfway
down her thighs!" Suzy looked around for something that would fit Sharon.
Soon she came up with a very short, very clingy dress with the word TITS on the
front in big letters, over that part of her anatomy. "These six-inch heels will
go just fine with that," Suzy added. "And remember, nothing underneath... If a
man can't see your nipples through the fabric, or spot your cunt when he feels
like looking at it, he'll think you're a real prude!"
Sharon nodded softly, and took the dress to the changing room and put it on with
nothing underneath. Somehow whatever Suzy said made sense. She looked at herself
in the mirror, reading the word on the dress. "Tits," she said softly...and felt
horny again. She went back out and sat down in the chair.
"I bet Jim would love it if you tell him that's what you want him to call you
from now on." Suzy smiled. Sharon smiled too. It turned her on to be called
Tits.
"What did you say you do?" Suzy asked.
"I'm a college student. I'm going to be a paralegal when I finish my schooling,"
Tits/Sharon replied.
"Well, that's no good. Nothing turns a man off more than intelligence in a
woman. I thought you wanted to keep your boyfriend?"
"Yes! Please, tell me what to do."
"Sure... This shampoo should do the trick." Suzy massaged the shampoo into Tits'
hair and stepped back to wait for the telltale blank stare. After five minutes
she asked, "Tits? What did you say your career was going to be?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm going to... going to... I can't remember..."
"I heard you say something earlier about wanting to be a fuck-toy for your
boyfriend. Isn't that right? Isn't that why he got you this appointment?"
"Oh yeah!"
Then Suzy handed her something to read. But Tits couldn't make out any of the
words. All she could think of was men and sex. "I can't read it!"
"That's okay," Suzy said. "You don't need to read to be a fuck-toy." Suzy smiled
at her and Sharon was quick to smile back.
"Oh, a bleach is built right into the shampoo," Suzy continued, leading
Sharon...Tits...over to rinse it out. When the hair was dried it looked as
slutty as her makeup, figure, and outfit. "And it will also boost your sex
drive. Can't be a fuck-toy if you don't like to fuck."
'She's so smart,' Tits thought.
"Now let's look at the mirror."
Tits looked herself up and down and thought, 'I'm gonna be the best fuck-toy
ever!'
"Well, your boyfriend is back. Are you ready to see him?"
"Please!" moaned Tits.
Suzy led her out to Jim.
"Wow, Sharon..." was all Jim could say, he didn't think the treatment would
actually work.
"Call me Tits, please," Sharon said, feeling her nipples erect as she said that
beautiful word. 'That is my name, isn't it?' Reading was a bit beyond her, but
she was pretty sure that was the word on her dress. It had to be her name. She
hugged him and said, "I want to be your fuck-toy."
Jim felt her breasts press against him and said, "That's great, Sharon."
"Huh?" she responded as she pushed him away. "Jimmy! My name is Tits. Not
Sharon. Do I look like a Sharon?"
Jim's eyes scanned up his girlfriend's new body. He started at the feet encased
in six-inch black heels. Up her long legs to her hips accentuated by the way the
heels f***ed her to stand. Then over the black spandex skirt that barely covered
her ass to her nicely flattened stomach. He paused in anticipation before
scanning up to her most striking feature. Her firm round HH tits stuck out
proudly and were emphasized by the way TITS, written in white over the black
dress, was stretched. Her enlarged nipples
made two obvious points in the letters. After a moment he looked up to her
already beautiful face made appropriately slutty by her new makeup and the
platinum blonde hair that completed the image. The fact was that his girlfriend
looked gorgeous. He paused and thought, 'I guess she's not that anymore. But,
she'll make a great fuck-toy.'
"No. You're really not Sharon any more. Tits is a much better name for you."
Tits smiled and said, "Jimmy, can we go home now? Please?" She squirmed her
pussy against him.
"In a minute. Just wait over there." Tits obeyed his instructions like a good
fuck-toy and stood in the corner. After a moment her horniness got to her and
she began masturbating. She looked down at the Cosmo on the table and thought,
'That girl on the cover is pretty. I bet she's a good fuck-toy for her
boyfriend, too. She must hate that her tits are so small.'
"Suzy, how stupid is she now?" Jim asked.
Suzy pulled out a chart from the back of the chair that Tits had been sitting
in. "Let's see. We had her listed at about 110 IQ when she came in. No rocket
scientist, but much higher than now, eh? I'd say she's about 70-75 with
illiteracy thrown in for no extra charge." She was all business now that her job
was done.
"Will she be able to carry on conversations?"
"Sure! But, don't try anything high brow it will just frustrate her. She's very
impressionable and will believe any suggestions you give her. That's specific to
you by the way. She's your fuck-toy exclusively from now on."
Jim said, "Good. Come on, Tits. Let's go." Tits stopped masturbating and looked
up with adoration as she followed Jim out of the salon.
'Another satisfied customer,' thought Suzy as she went back to work.
(End)
zon19@yahoo.com Questions and comments are always welcome.Story: New U Salon
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3 years ago
very interesting concept