Big, Beautiful, Busty, and Slutty Woman

Apologies in advance, this is my first story with a BBW theme.  This was a commissioned story. I did a little research, but I still struggle to find the answers to the questions I had, I still hope I did this theme justice! I am open to constructive criticism for the future, if I did anything more offensive which is not my intention.   xoxoxoDisclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. Imagine you are ready to be a commodity for a company like Leverage… Get a marker, write over your Genitals a number… that’s what you are until you find a sponsor.

Rule #2 The theme is Big and Beautiful Women. Find a picture of one that appeals to you. If you ever start becoming soft and/or dry… bring the picture back and rub yourself to her repeating, “I want to be Mistress’ BBW.” until you are hard and/or wet… continue reading.

Rule #3. Panties are always encouraged.

Rule #4. If you have a dress, wear it.

Rule #5. By the end, email me let me know how well you did on the rules. And if you would be ready to accept a position through Leverage, inc.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Big, Beautiful, Busty and Slutty Woman

By: Mistress Dyvia

It is no secret that rich people have access to technologies that many average people do not. They sometimes have access to services that the average person does not. Some even have the occasional side piece alongside their girlfriends, or wives… alongside boyfriends or husbands…

But somehow to this day, one secret that they have kept has been Leverage. Leverage is a company that provides the perfect partner, a person that is the ideal lover and friend, and is simply a transaction. It is very similar to what people call sugar babies, the big difference, that nobody ever knew until you read this today… is that they can remake a person into whatever they want. 

Some people have been contacted, usually they are very desperate, dealing with financial hardships that seem overwhelming. A deal is made, a price negotiated, and they remade into the perfect person for their sponsor. 

This is the story of such a person. Leo was a very successful personal trainer up until a few months ago. He knew fitness better than anyone else, or so he was convinced, and worked at high end facilities and gyms. Today he was sitting down in front of a  Woman in Red… 

“Well Leo, I've explained what we do, you signed the NDA, which at the very minimum will guarantee you 6 months salary at your previous job. Now, I know you're a little desperate for money right now, why don't you tell me how a person that was in your position got to where you are now. And assume I know everything…”

Leo was about to start telling the story that he had concocted in his head, but after that last comment, he let a sign put his head down… “I worked as a personal trainer at a resort. We had a lot of very exclusive and wealthy clients. I sometimes took beautiful women and made them gorgeous. I sometimes made okay women look beautiful, and then gorgeous. And sometimes I made ugly women look okay, and then beautiful, and then gorgeous."

“And since your personal trainer, and not a surgeon… I assume that you are talking about weight classes, not actual physical appearance.”

"Yes, yes that would be accurate. I'm definitely the kind of man who believes that the physical shape of a person defines their level of beauty.”

"Okay, go on.” She told him.

"So a lot of the more gorgeous women wanted to show their gratitude. We slept together. Frequently. Until a few months ago when I went to sign in and I was told to go see the boss. He reminded me that most of our clientele were filthy and disgustingly rich. And if the women themselves were paying there wouldn't have been a problem. However most of the women had their husbands pay for their time there… he couldn't risk a scandal, and he fired me. And I hadn't known at the time, but he blacklisted me. No one wanted me as a personal trainer, every time I got a job, I would get a call a day later saying things had changed. I couldn't even get individual clients for private sessions. And then your letter came.”

The  Woman in Red smiled, "I'm glad to see you didn't try to lie to us, but this was going to happen. I'm going to offer you a contract, you will be sponsored by somebody who is, as you call, ‘disgustingly rich.’ You'll be moved to another part of the country, you will be given a delicious stipend, you'll be moved into a new home of their choosing. And they will issue you challenges which you must complete to the best of your ability. Your life can be entirely micromanaged if you sign this, but likely won't be. At the end of 5 years you will be given 1 million dollars. Your stipend you will not get to keep, however you will be given a credit card and cash allowance of up to $8,000 per month. You will provide receipts. If the client requires you to have things, they will pay for it, and that includes surgeries, clothes, or date night.”

Everything sounded great to Leo until she said ‘surgeries.’ he put up his hands as if to try to slow her down, “what do you mean surgeries?"

“It's at their discretion, and you cannot say no. It's part of the agreement. To be fair, I've almost never seen surgeries for men, it's usually for women, you know a little bit plumping, nip and a tuck, breast augmentation. Things like that." She paused, “though I have seen a lot of men have a small surgery to implant a sub-dermal tracker under their forearm so that the client can always know where they are." Another pause, as she slid the contract across the table, "are you interested?”

He let out a held breath, "I am.” He took the contract in his hand and started reading it, it was heavy legally and he wasn't even done with the first page when he realized he was struggling with it. “I think I might need a lawyer to go over this."

“No. Sign or do not sign."

Everything dangled over his head, The mystery of the future if you sign this, his inability to find a job, his reputation in the trash, that million dollars, that expense that he was given. He signed that stupid NDA saying he couldn't reveal anything here, and that gave him 6 months salary. But if he was unable to find another job by then, what was going to do for the rest of his life flipping burgers? Bagging groceries? Asking how they liked their coffee? He signed his name. And then initialed in probably 30 different places at her instruction.

She smiled, shook his hand, “we'll be in contact soon.” She left the room, and then two security guards met him and escorted him out. They were friendly, but he knew he was no longer welcome once his signature was there.

Three weeks later, he had just finished unpacking his last bag. They put him in a nice hotel room. He would not have been able to afford this even on his own old salary. It was luxury. And he loved it. He'd always been in good shape, but now in the last few weeks he had gotten himself in possibly the best shape that he had ever been in. His excitement and enthusiasm made him hit the gym harder than ever before. He loved his guns. And then there was a knock on his door.

He opened the door and it was the front desk clerk with an envelope. “Hi, this is delivered to the front desk and we were told that it had to be delivered to you right away."

“Thanks." And when the man left. He opened the envelope.

‘Leo, there will be a car at 6am tomorrow morning to pick you up.’

Was he about to meet a sponsor? He wasn't sure, but he would be ready. He made sure to wear some clothes that would really show off the shape he was in. Tight in all the right places, show off his guns, his chest, slightly too short so if he walked in just the right way could catch his six pack… and of course tight pants to show off his ass, legs, and confident bulge… and then at 5:59 he got in the back of the car.

They drove for nearly an hour, and pulled into a skyscraper’s garage. There were two men who approached him and escorted him to an elevator, this reminded him heavily of that day he signed the agreement at Leverage. Once in the elevator there was a digital readout, but when they put a card in front of it, it changed, they were new basement levels. They pressed on one of them and the elevator went down, like an unexpected ten floors down… 

He was led to an exam room, where he met a person in a white lab coat and they started taking his vitals. Measuring things like his chest, his arms, his waist, pretty much all of him. Aside from asking him very clinical questions there was no small talk. When he was done he was led to another room,

There was a flotation tank, he knew about these they were used for therapy. Some of the resorts he had worked at had them. They're filled with a little bit of water, and loaded with Epsom salt so people floated easily. The guy in the white coat had him take off his clothes and get inside. We had no reason to refuse, and did so. To his surprise, it was actually well lit, he'd assumed it would have been dark. Once he was sealed in, a mask came from the ceiling, it was a breathing mask. He shrugged his shoulders and put it on, to his surprise, he felt slightly euphoric. He was slightly aware they must have been pumping in pure oxygen to make sure he wouldn't panic just like when an airplane was going to crash.

The water receded, and then a pink goo started to fill the tank. He didn't feel that worried about it, even when it went over his head he could still breathe just fine. He still wasn't concerned when straps found their way around his wrists, ankles, and around his shoulders to keep him in the perfect position in the middle of the tank. He wasn't worried as black tubes seem to descend from various parts of the tank and pierce different parts of his body. Eventually he just fell into a blissful slumber.

Leo’s eyes fluttered open. He wasn't in the tank anymore, he was in bed. A hospital bed. He's about to push the blanket off of him, when he realized it was really heavy. And as he did he realized something horrible, he lost all his muscle mass, his arms were so thin now, they could almost be mistaken for a chicks. And then he looked down… he had a thin waist, and feminine hips. Did he have breasts? He lifted the scrubs to look inside, he wasn't sure. And I seem to have a little bit of plumpness, but they were mosquito bites, if they were and then he reached between his legs, his penis was gone. He screamed.

There was a nurse just a moment later. She went about trying to calm him down. An injection helped with that.

He woke up again, a little less surprised. Still on edge though. And there was a  Woman in Blue sitting across from him. “Hello, I am going to be your new liaison between you and your sponsor."

“What did they do to me?"

“I thought that would be obvious, Leo. They use some processes to transform you into a woman."

“I look more like a girl than a Woman." Leo bit back.

“Well that's only your first session."

“First?" He asked, almost horrified, “how many am I expected to have?”

"For your first year, about one every four weeks. 13 total. After that, you should be in roughly the shape that your sponsor wants.”

"But I spent years getting my body in that shape, and it's gone. What am I supposed to do with this? And why do they want me to be a woman?”

"Well it's up to you, you can try to do what you can with that body if you want. Though muscles like that on such a petite body aren't considered that attractive by normal people. However I've always been an advocate of looking the way you want to look. Well, outside of your contract. And I honestly don't know why they wanted you to be a woman, I guess that's something you can ask them later.”

Leo finally sat up, and got off the bed. He was smaller. He must have lost a foot of his height (30 cm for you elitists). As you took a couple of steps his hair got in the way, his hair was shoulder length now. 

Many of the questions he had asked were either not answered, or very blatant, or just not useful. When it was time to leave, the lady in blue put his hair into a ponytail, left him a pair of panties and a red dress on the bed, and a pair of flats on the floor. And the car drove him home. When he opened up the closets in the drawers, all of his male clothes had been replaced with clothes fitted for this body. 

The next month wasn't so bad, it was embarrassing but he got over that when he realized that people didn't seem to notice him at all. The closet had been set up so that the outfits were grouped together. He didn't have experience with feminine style, so they made it easy for him. But he got back into a rhythm building up his muscles again, turning himself into a fitness machine.

At the end of the month he found himself back in that facility again. Poked, prodded, and measured, and back into the tank. As the tubes pierced his skin, he was aware of a milky substance slowly flowing through the tubes, and then entering his body. He felt an odd pressure, he saw his body inflating… not a lot, but he kept watching until the pressure made him pass out.

He awoke again, his body changed again. He had a six pack, and that was gone,instead he had… a little bit extra. His breasts were larger, and so was his butt. Not to surprise, his muscle tone was gone. But at least the extra mass would give him something to work with when he got back into his exercising.

And again he got back into his fitness routine. But only for 2 weeks and he was taken to another facility. This one was significantly less staffed, in fact he was led to a door that had a single chair. He was instructed to sit on it, they put a couple of IV tubes into his arms and then a mask was pulled over his face. Sounds start playing in his ears, and images started to appear in front of his face. It was removed a few minutes later.

The  Woman in Blue is there, “wakey, wakey." She said with a grin. "How do you feel?”

He paused, considering his words before responding, "Oddly, tired for just a few minutes."

“It was more than a few minutes, the IV tubes or to make you not only suggestible, but to make sure that you are well hydrated and all the other stuff your body needed for the last two days." 

"’Suggestible?’ What did you do to me?”

"We made some adjustments to your personality, your knowledge, and your ambition.”

"What is that supposed to mean?” 

The  Woman in Blue smiled at him, "what's your name?”

"Marsha.” ‘she’ replied not even realizing that she had subconsciously accepted herself as female. But there was a sudden realization that she had never heard the name Marsha before.

“Are you sure it wasn't Leo?" 

Marsha gave the Woman in Blue an incredulous look, "I'm pretty sure it wasn't that.” In fact she was sure that ‘Leo’ was one of the worst male names she'd ever heard, every part of her rejected that one. But she couldn’t remember her real name.

The next morning, the  Woman in Blue came over to see how she was doing. Marsha had just sat down for breakfast, she offered some to the  Woman in Blue, but she refused. The  Woman in Blue made a comment about how her breakfast wasn't as healthy as usual. She asked her something more fun, pancakes with maple syrup, and a slice of cake on the side. It was so amazing. As Marsha ate the pancakes, the  Woman in Blue said, “isn't that the most Divine thing you ever had in your mouth?"

Marsha felt a little weird, light-headed, focused. It was the most amazing thing she had ever had in her mouth. She needed more. She ate faster, and she knew she would have to order more as soon as the  Woman in Blue left.

And the  Woman in Blue did leave, and Marsha had seconds of the pancakes, it was the most amazing and divine thing she'd ever had in her mouth. Finally she was too full, so she decided to let it settle just a bit, and watch TV. And a little more… and then she started marathoning shows… And for the first time in her adult life, Marsha didn't exercise that day. She had an end day watching dramatic television, being sucked up into all the little story lines.

The next morning she had a similar breakfast, and decided on only watching one episode before she started working out. Then two… then three… 

She was angry at herself, she needed to focus herself. That evening she decided to masturbate. She put on some porn, but the things that usually did it for her just didn't do it. And then she stumbled across something that should not have held her interest. Ugly women. No, fat women. No, that still wasn't right, they were so big and beautiful… 

A couple weeks later she was going in for her third session. She was embarrassed because she had put on a little more weight, and not the muscular kind. But they said nothing. They put her in the tank. Like her second time, she did not fall unconscious, she saw these black tubes coming out from the walls and sticking inside her skin. For some reason it didn't hurt. But she watched as a thick syrupy fluid pumped into her body. Her flesh seemed to expand, her breasts seemed to inflate just a bit… 

She woke in the bed hours later, and her breasts were larger, she would later find out they were double D's. Her ass was thicker, and her belly was a little round. She got home and found that her wardrobe had been adjusted again to her new size. All of her shoes had been replaced with high heels. Somehow that seemed appealing.

Marsha was concerned about her new lifestyle. It wasn't a healthy lifestyle she had worked so hard to maintain, she was eating foods that she shouldn't have liked, she was spending her days watching TV instead of keeping herself in shape. And she was watching porn that she shouldn't have found attractive.

A couple weeks later, she found herself in another session in the chair. Sounds in her ears, flashing lights in front of her face.

She was oddly aware that her concerns were gone. She knew she should have wanted to get into shape, but she was what she wanted to be now. There was no guilt at the food she ate. And the porn that she watched, that was no longer a weird addiction, that was an aspiration. She wanted to be a big beautiful woman.

Before she knew it, months had gone by. At this point she had the most magnificent G cup titties of any BBW she had ever seen.

She had a wonderful breakfast, two stacks of pancakes, covered in syrup, lots of bacon, eggs and sausage. She needed to build those calories up if she was going to get to her goal. She would go to the mall to do some shopping, buy herself new clothes, and makeup. It was amazing how much she loved those bright colors on her face. Some women liked subtlety, bringing out your natural beauty. Marsha loved to show off her skill with a brush, everyone would know that she was wearing makeup, big bright pinks and blues. She loved the feeling of lipstick on her face. She probably spent too much time in the makeup stores, shoe stores, and buying new lingerie and dresses. She loved posing for herself.

She had a meeting with the  Woman in Blue. She sat down, but this was the first time she had met her without a session involved. Whether it be for her mind or body.

“I know, you're still waiting to meet your sponsor, but we're here to take some pictures and see if he's happy with the direction you've gone in."

“I understand." Marsha said with a knowing smile.

They laid out some outfits for her. The first outfit was a plus size pink chemise. The one who just stayed in the corner as a team of videographers and photographers took pictures and video. And the director has directed her poses. It made her feel sexy. And then she was told to slowly strip. And then posed in very similar poses once again. Then they changed outfits.

They spent almost the whole day testing out different sexy lingerie. Taking videos and photographs and making Marsha the center of attention. She absolutely loved it. She knew she had worked on her body, she wanted this and she loved being the center of attention, after all that's why she wanted this big busty beautiful body.

The  Woman in Blue took her out to dinner. She ate just a little salad, but Marsha was not afraid to indulge. “You know, Blue… it wouldn't hurt to put a little meat on your bones. Get yourself nice and sexy.”

The lady in blue smiled, "unfortunately, that's not an option for me at this particular moment. I have a wardrobe that I'm required to fit into. They don't adjust mine.”

Marsha bowed her head in understanding, “a darn shame." She paused between mouthfuls, "so now that I'm at this point, when do I meet the sponsor?”

The  Woman in Blue stared at her plate for a moment, “when the boss decides that you look the way he wants you to."

“He?" It was the first time that Marsha actually knew what her sponsor's gender was. 

The  Woman in Blue simply smiled as if she accidentally let the cat out of the bag. “Is that a problem?"

“No, I guess not, just never really thought of myself as being with a man before. I had always assumed it was a woman who wanted me."

After the next session in the chair, Marsha found herself only watching videos of big beautiful women with men. There's a time when she thought the big beautiful women lesbian stuff was fun, but she had outgrown that. But she still wasn't sure if she wanted to be with a man, though it wasn't a bad idea… “

A couple of days later, she found herself buying some sex toys online. She really wanted to test out her oral abilities. She even had a big fat dildo that could fill her mouth all the way and when she pressed the button on the bottom, it would squirt fake cum into her mouth and down her throat. It was fucking hot. 

She loved prancing around around the apartment in tight lingerie, they had tops that pulled her cleavage up and made her so fucking sexy. Her firm belly just begs me rubbed, and she loved her fucking fat ass that was just a magnet for attention. She loved her big beautiful busty body. She wasn't any boring old skinny girl, she looked like a woman should, she had such an enviable figure. And she loved the way her high heels made her ass look.

Month nine came along, Marsha had fully embraced her new mentally received role of big beautiful busty slutty woman… or as she often referred to it, ‘3xBSW’. Currently Marsha weighed 290 pounds, had a 54 inch waist, and a pair of the most magnificent double-J cups she had ever seen. Her skin was flawless, no one could do make up better than her, she contoured her face like a pro. 

She was meeting the  Woman in Red for lunch. She actually hadn't seen The  Woman in Red since the day she signed the contract. She said that her sponsor had set a date for their meeting and was very happy at the progress that she had made. They would meet on the one year anniversary of her first transformation.

Oh how Marsha cringed, the  Woman in Red was such a skinny flagpole, completely unattractive compared to how she was now. She was so naive back then, all she wanted to do is put some muscle on, but she learned the advantages of being a woman… the advantages of being a full figured, sexy-as-fuck woman.

Marsha smiled at the  Woman in Red, “that sounds delicious, I can't wait."

The woman herself was a little too thin from Marsha's taste, though she did have a generous chest, “it will also coincide with one day after your final appointment." 

Looking at the date on the piece of paper that The  Woman in Red had, Marsha got nostalgic for a moment. Had it really been 9 months? So much had happened, but it all seemed so quick.

It had now been one year, Marsha woke in the hospital bed. Her breasts were huge now. She couldn't even reach around her chest and touch her fingers. They were M-cups, and they turned her on so much. She loved to fucking hot her fat titties made her look. She couldn't wait to get out of bed, she was going to meet her sponsor the next day. 

Men in white coats came out, they measured her, they weighed her, she was now 360 pounds of pure woman. Oh and how her pussy was glistening at the thought of meeting her sexy sponsor.

She got home and she could barely sleep. She kept thinking of how much fun she was going to have with her sponsor. How sexy he would think she was. She woke up late in the morning, much later than usual. But she still had plenty of time to get ready. She wore a lime green dress, dark red lips, dark eyeshadow with smokey eyes. Pink blush. She had her nails match her lips. She put up her hair, and had some waves and some curls that hung around her cheeks. She wore a ruby necklace, with matching earrings. And lime green high heels with lavender stockings.

A car picked her up around 7:00. She was led into a fancy restaurant, and she said her name and moments later she was escorted to a man in a suit. He was older probably in his late forties, a little bit of gray on the sides of his hair. He was slim, and well fit in a very sexy way. And he looked at Marsha like a piece of meat, she could almost feel her arousal dripping down the inside of her tremendous thighs.

They flirted as they ate. “You know Marsha, I'm so glad we finally got to meet. I've been thinking about you for so long. Every day I've been waiting." He looked familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. Though given the amount of money he had, she probably saw him on the news at some point.

She nodded her head in agreement, “me too Calvin, for months there's been nothing I've wanted more than to see you. I had no idea that you were such a sexy man.”

“And you are such a sexy woman." They ate dessert, she had cheesecake. He sat closer to her, and when she said she thought she was done, he scooped a bite of her cake and brought it to her lips, “open wide, you know you want it."

Her mouth automatically opened it, and her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as she all but made the sweetest love to the fork full of cheesecake.

They went back to his hotel room, he didn't bother asking her for a drink. He just started taking off her dress, and then her panties. Then he walked away from her and sat on the couch, and gave her a ‘come hither’ gesture with his finger. 

He stroked himself with his other hand until he was nice and hard, “come here my sexy marshmallow, impale your fat cunt on my cock."

And she did, it was the first time in her life and she didn't even hesitate, she positioned herself over his cock took a grip on it and pulled herself down. The soft couch seemed to contour itself around them with her on top. And she moved up and down as he teased her ginormous titties. Every time he licked the nipples she would let out a moan ecstasy. Every time she completely came down on his cock with her thunderous thighs she let a little shriek of pleasure. But he wasn't done. He made her get on her knees.

He brought her face close to his cock, “open wide, you know you want it." Same words, the same intonations as when she was fed the cheesecake. And she had the exact same reaction, her mouth just opened and as his cock slid in her eyes rolled into the back of her head. And she made love to whatever was in her mouth as long as it was in her mouth sucking, licking, enjoying. When Calvin started to cum, he told her not to swallow, and she obeyed.

He looked her in the eye and said, “isn't that the most Divine thing you ever had in your mouth?" She was vaguely aware that's what the lady in blue said whenever she became obsessed with a new favorite food. But now he was saying it, her new favorite food was Calvin's cum. She would do anything to have it in her mouth every single fucking day. And he laughed as he saw that look of lust and need in her eyes. He took her to bed.

She woke the next morning to the smell of food. She got up and followed her nose to the kitchen almost surprised to see Calvin cooking… naked with a hard cock. He smiled, she smiled back.

He placed the stack of pancakes in front of her. And then putting a hand up to stop her from eating, he proceeded to jerk himself off and shoot his load all over the pancakes. “Now you can eat my full-figured cum slut.”

And she was obsessed with that cum, she knew it should have been a humiliation but she just wanted that cum in her mouth and she couldn't eat the pancakes with that amazingly divine cum all over them fast enough.

"Do you remember me, Marshmallow?”

She looked at Calvin, and then shook her head, "no, you look familiar, but I haven’t been able to place it.”

He pressed his lips together and thought, “you worked at a country club that I used to visit with my wife. I kind of had two things against you, two strikes if you will. My wife was getting sexier like you day by day. But then she met you and she started getting ‘fit and healthy’ I tried to be a good husband to her, but the truth was I just wasn't attracted to a stick figure like her. And then to make it worse, she fucked you. I exposed you, I made sure you were blackballed so this would be your only option. And now you're just some fat bitch that's too obsessed with my cum to be able to walk away.”

Marsha was surprised. She found this man incredibly sexy, and apparently she had hurt him. His words were filled with as much vitriol as they were lust… She knew that the woman she was now was not someone she would have wanted to have been a year earlier, but she loved being a big busty beautiful slutty woman like she was now. She knew that she should feel humiliated, but she wasn't, he was right, she wanted his cum in her mouth cuz it was the most amazing and divine thing she could imagine.

 “Lick my cock, marshmallow.“

And she did, cleaning off the excess cum from when he shot his load on her pancakes. She was contracted to be Calvin's woman for the next 4 years. And she knew he had a lot of aggression to work out of him… along with his yummy cum!. She knew she should be upset, but she wasn't. As long as she can get that amazing cum down her throat once a day she would be a very happy heavy woman.

The End.

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