True Nature

"You have done well so far Ducks, and that pleases me. You will be rewarded for pleasing me. You want to please me don't you?" All Mindy could do was nod weakly, her stomach felt sick with excitement and anxiety she worried she would be sick.

"Good, it's important that you understand everything that is going to happen. You are being taken to a special place, we call it the Cocoon." The woman's lip raised in a decidedly wicked smile. "You are expected there, you will be given a series of choices and how you choose will affect the rest of your life. You do want to change your life Ducks, don't you?"

Bernadette's hand slid up Mindy's thigh, pushing her dress up far enough to expose her panties which now absolutely reeked of feminine anticipation. Mindy forced a thin lipped smile, again fearing she was about to vomit in the beautiful woman's lap and nodded;

"Yes Miss, I do want to change."

"I know you do Ducks that is why you're being taken to the Cocoon, it's a place where changes begin, now make me proud, and make your choices wisely."

And with that she leaned closer, letting her hot breath flood Mindy's face. She stuck out her tongue in an overtly sexual way and traced it round Mindy's mouth, causing her to whimper. Bernadette looked at the trembling young girl and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was ready.

"You have a lovely mouth Ducks." She ran her thumb across the girl's dry lips. "I have such plans for it. Will you give me your mouth? Will you let me have it, and use it as I see fit?"

The girl was speechless at the direct and undeniable implications of her raw words. She was in sudden horror as she realized she had just peed herself with the overwhelming emotions that were now swirling around her. Mindy forced herself to give Ms. Adams a meek nod.

"Good, I knew you would. Ohh, Ducks, you are going to learn so much... so very, very much."

With that the Limo pulled up to a tall black building. Ms. Adams' door opened, and Mindy could only see the chauffeur's black leather clad ass. She stared for a moment as the two women stood outside sharing some last minute instructions. She could see their bodies press close to one another, but couldn't make out what they were doing. She saw her boss' hand come down swiftly with a sharp "SMACK" on the leather bottom of the large woman, and then she disappeared into the dark building. The opening of the door darkened as it filled the large face and gleaming eyes of the Platinum Warrior.

"Welcome to the Rabbit Hole." Mindy sat, staring, trying to digest the words she had just heard. The large woman closed the door and went speeding off down the freeway.

Chapter 6

Mindy had no idea what she was to expect. In fact, she didn't really understand much of hat has happened to her in the last 48 hours. Her head spun with the new images and words. Secrets of Ms. Adams were promised to be revealed, but who were the women in her office at such an early hour this morning and why had they treated her so strangely. Her boss' attraction to her mouth, while thrilling, was frightening at the same time, and what on earth is a Rabbit Hole? Just as she felt another headache coming on, the limo stopped came to a stop, the wheels crunching on dirt. Bianca opened her door, and offered her a massive hand. Mindy wasn't sure what the Cocoon was going to be, but she never would of guessed it was this. The limo had stopped on what can best be described as, "The Other Side of the Tracks." They sat in the middle of a line of pawn shops, hourly rate motels, peep show houses and liquor stores. Mindy didn't feel safe at all, the stares they were getting from the rummies and prostitutes nearby was making her rethink her desire for change, but Bianca's reassuring smile and her muscular bulk, put her a little more at ease.

"Everything will be fine kiddo, just fine" the woman said in a deep and focused voice. "I'll get you to the door, and I'll be waiting for you on the other side."

Mindy wasn't sure what she meant, but she was glad she wouldn't be far away. The large white haired woman knocked on the door and was greeted by a face she obviously had known quite well. "I've got her from here doll, thanks. I am surprised she has another one so fast." Mindy looked at the woman inside the door, and was not sure what she was talking about. It was the sort of woman Mindy didn't usually make eye contact with, or maybe it would be more accurate to say they never seemed to look at Mindy. She was short and heavy, not at all like the statuesque women Mindy had seen near Ms. Adams thus far. Her body was covered with tattoos and piercings. At first glance, Mindy counted 5 on her face alone, not to mention the facial tattoos and purple hair. She had a nice smile about her, and under everything she had a very pretty face. Mindy thought she would be very cute without the ... well without everything else. She was the kind of girl you always wonder what had happened in her life to make her want to change herself so completely like this. Mindy thought about that for a moment and it dawned on her that maybe they weren't that different after all. She too was in the process of some sort of change, maybe she was just a taller, leaner version of the woman before her. She was changing alright; but into what, she had no idea.

The gigantic blonde leaned in to give Mindy one last piece of advice; "You're here because she chose you, none of this is an accident. Trust your instincts kiddo and you'll be fine." Mindy turned to walk into the Cocoon.

"My name is Cherie, and you must be Mindy, you're as scrumptious as a cupcake. Not sure I have ever met a Mindy before. The name doesn't really suit you, you're far too pretty to have such a dorky name. You look more like a Domenique or an Angelica to me. Not that it really matters; you'll be renamed soon anyway, right?

The stout woman was talking very fast as she walked quickly through the dimly lit store. Mindy was surprised at how clean and organized everything was. There were service counters, like you would find in a jewelry store, but there was nothing in them. In fact there wasn't much at all in the store that Mindy could see. There was line of built-in drawers along the far wall, none of them were marked. There was a changing room in the center of the store, but it didn't have a door on it. In fact the only thing that made Mindy even think she was in the right place at all were an identical set of ivory carved skulls sitting on a high shelf, the exact same ones that were on the back of Ms. Adams credenza. Mindy was eyeing the chubby girl, she could see her mouth moving, but couldn't make out the endless stream of words that flowed from her.

"Do you know where you're going yet? Most girls don't know, but some, request certain assignments. Some girls are just born with natural gifts I guess. Have you been fitted yet? I can usually guess sizes pretty well....geez you're skinny as a rail, you're a zero, or a one on a bad day, right?" The girl giggled at her own lame joke. "And your legs are what? 34 ... 36 inches? Don't sweat it doll, no one knows their tail sizes quite yet, will you need a tail fitting today?"

Mindy's eyes snapped to the girl, her face looking like it was about to explode.

"WAIT!" Mindy shouted. "Slow down, I don't even know what this place is or why I'm here. My boss wanted me to get a haircut, I remember that much, maybe some clothes, but .... Just .. Just slow down."

Cherie realized what was going on. This was a rush job and she obviously didn't get all the information first. She knew she needed to shift gears quickly or risk losing her. She reached out and took Mindy's hand in her chubby little fingers, and took a deep breath. She looked up into the tall woman's eyes and with an elf like giggle she started over.

"I apologize, I thought you had been told some things already, let me see if I can help you here."

"Yes please, I have a million questions." Mindy interrupted and began to talk almost as fast as the tattooed girl did, not really making much sense at all. "What is the cocoon and who were those women I saw this morning, what does she export, where am I right now, and what is the...."

Cherie reached out and stopped her before she began to cry. She pulled her down to a leather couch and sat beside the frantic young woman; she placed her hand on Mindy's knee and gave her a little squeeze.

"Hold on, Dollface, I just work here, most of your questions I can't answer for you, but if you'll just sit still for a minute maybe I can help."

Mindy felt better, she was calming down. Cherrie had surprising warmth in her eyes; Mindy felt she could trust her. The girl's chubby hand felt comforting on her knee; in fact it felt better than that. Mindy tried to focus her attention on the girl's mouth and understand what she was saying, but once again her body had a mind of its own.

Chapter 7

Cherie knew she was going to be walking a tightrope here. The unmarked store was in the middle of nowhere, and existed for one reason only, as a sort of clearinghouse for a company known as Lovecraft Enterprises. You won't get any hits for it on Google if you search Lovecraft, at least none that would send you to this store. Bernadette Adams' family was the owner and sole client of the store. They needed a business name in the U.S. as they did in every country they operated in, to purchase supplies and materials needed for their very specialized export company. It was also a staging area, of sorts, for women that had been chosen by the organization to be included in their activities. Cherie knew more than she could tell Mindy right now, but she didn't know everything, in fact, she new almost nothing. For all Cherie knew, the white haired Amazon was just a driver for some rich dyke who liked kinky sex slaves. Over her five years of employment, Cherie had seen Bianca bring hundreds of girls through the door; they all seemed to come from different parts of the country. She had seen all shapes and sizes too, in fact she marveled at the diversity of girls she had to process in this place. Cherie took one look at Mindy, and she thought, "They must be looking for a willowy one this time." The job had its drawbacks, she was bored quite often. She could go months without a phone call or a single person to talk to. Of course it wasn't all bad, she was always left alone with the girls during processing, and sometimes that had its... errm..."Perks". But it was a job, and they paid her well.

Cherie continued to rub Mindy's long slender leg. She felt as if Mindy wasn't even noticing her subtle seduction, she was too busy trying to figure out what was happening to think about Cherie's shameless groping. Cherie had seen it before.

"Let's start form the beginning Mindy, ok?" Mindy nodded eagerly, anxious for someone to tell her what was going on. "Ms. Adams has sent you to me. I have instructions to help you with a sort of transformation. Does that sound right so far?"

"Yes." Mindy responded, happy to go at such a slow and deliberate pace.

"Good, sometimes that part can be a little confusing for some."

Mindy didn't know what she meant, but nodded just the same. Cherie's hand slowly stroked Mindy's leg, her fingertips tracing lines along her inner thigh. Mindy didn't even realize, but the chubby girl was writing words slowly on her skin with her fingertip. She was sending her subtle subliminal messages; "Spread Legs" was the first one.

"Today we are going to focus just on changing your look sweetie. I'm going to take some measurements, all kinds of silly measurements. We are going to look into fitting you with things you will need for the next part of your transformation. Now I know you want to know all about that part, but I'm not the one to tell you. Before you leave here I will give you an opportunity to find that out, does that all sound simple enough so far Cupcake?"

Mindy sighed and looked into the kind eye of the girl sitting next to her. She felt warm and safe. Maybe the safest she had felt since her email "Pinged" two days ago. She was happy to be on this comfortable couch, she felt her face flush with contentment, and there was something else too. The only thing wrong at this point was that she still hadn't eaten since last night and her stomach was angry. Just then she felt Cherie's hand push her dress up and expose her panties for the second time today.

"Now Cupcake, we are going to have to do a bit of an inspection, it won't be one like you have had before. Just relax and trust that I will take care of you. You do trust me don't you Cupcake?"

Mindy felt the same sort of feelings she had last night staring into the mirror, she felt like she was being dangled over a cliff with no net under her. She felt out of control and scared, her body was sending her signals she couldn't process yet. This was the first woman to ever touch her intimately, Mindy did trust her; she had to. She knew Bianca would be there on the other side of this for her, and Bianca would be able to take her back to beautiful Bernadette. So she nodded at the girl and in a whisper almost too faint to be heard.

"Yes I trust you Cheri."

"Outstanding!" The tubby little minx said. "Now what do you say to a little bit of fun. You do like fun don't you Cupcake? I thought you might. Now stand up for me, you sexy twig you, I need to get some measurements. Get those clothes off you."

Mindy responded with a moment of hesitation, she wasn't exactly asked to take her clothes off, she was just told to. A girl she had just met, whom she didn't even know. But Mindy did as was expected. As she unzipped her dress and let it fall, she realized this was the first time she had stripped in front of a woman since 6th grade gym class. She stood in front of Cherie with yesterday's underwear on, she certainly would of made a different choice if she had known what was going to happen. The crotch of her panties were now indistinguishable as red any longer, the wetness had turned them to dark blue, with a ring of dried white residue around the gusset. Cherie grinned like a painted Cheshire cat at the sight.

"Wow you do have some legs on you girl, and I can see you are getting your 'naughty jollies' out of me bossing you around. That will come in handy. Now put your hands at your side, its time for me to see exactly what the Lovecraft folks are getting." The plump tart looked at Mindy's body with hooded eyes, like a cobra ready to strike, Mindy thought.

"Holy Shit, Girlie, those nipples look like they belong on a cow."

Mindy felt she was about to be swallowed up by embarrassment, she had spent her whole life hiding her nipples and now this stranger was teasing her about them. The humiliations she felt, however, seemed to have a contradictory effect on her. Mindy's pussy swelled with anticipation, and began to ooze her pungent juices, as they gathered in her matted pubic hair and slid down the inside of her thigh.

"Cupcake, we really don't have time for modesty any longer, I said put your hands at your side." The girl laughed aloud; "Jesus Cupcake, shave much? I haven't seen a bush like that since I stopped watching 1970's fuck flicks. C'mere, let me get a look at that."

Mindy was humiliated beyond her wildest imagination. Cherie reached out and twirled her fat fingers into Mindy's blonde muff, causing the girl to whimper helplessly. Mindy's hair was so long that she could wrap the downy fur around her chubby digits several times.

"Let's go Cupcake, we need to get you fitted."

With that, Cherrie stood and began to lead the girl across the store, her fingers still clutching the girl's tender pubic hair. They made their way toward the drawers in the wall. It hurt Mindy to be pulled like this, but she somehow didn't mind it. She groaned a bit as she followed so closely behind the squat girl, she could tell that Cherie was enjoying the game, and truth be told, so was Mindy.

"Up you go Cupcake, stand on that box."

Cherie stood behind her and smiled at her in the fitting mirror that they both faced. The short woman barely came up to the Mindy's breasts as they looked at each other. There was a flurry of activity over the next several minutes as Cherie began to manhandle the young woman. Her hands moved her to the positions she needed to be in for specific measurements. At one point Cherie forced Mindy into a squatting position so she could measure the circumference from her shin up and over her thigh. She also needed specific hand measurements; each digit's length and width were meticulously noted. Cherie dictated detailed notes into a voice recorder about every measurement of Mindy Swanson, and every one of them would be needed. Mindy thrilled at the feeling of Cherie's hands all over her. She liked when she was forced into difference stances and made to twist in awkward positions. Mindy's body swooned at the physical contact with the demanding girl and the slimy smear of cunt juice along her inner thigh was evidence.

"They will have to special order your suit I bet love, not many girls come through here with legs and arms as long as yours. I only have a few more to take Cupcake, lift your leg and let me see your foot."

Mindy looked like a large naked stork as she stood on one leg. "Ankle size 7, and a 9 ½ shoe."

"What am I being fitted for exactly Cherie, why on earth do you kneed my wrist, ankle and throat measurements?"

Cherie didn't answer her, she knew that making a mistake could cause weeks of delay, if her "Bitch Suit" didn't fit. The chubby girl had just about enough depriving herself of any fun, she was allowed certain luxuries in her position. She was not allowed to have sex with any of the applicants, but she was allowed to make them orgasm, and she had developed quite a taste for that particular challenge. She could see that Mindy Swanson was inexperienced with women; that was obvious. Being a heavier girl, Cherie adored the opportunity to make tall skinny beautiful women struggle for their orgasms. It seemed a sort of sexual justice, and Cherie was feeling particularly vengeful today.

"Alright Cupcake, how are you feeling so far?"

Mindy's heart was pounding in her chest, the pit of her stomach ached with hunger and anxiety, her pussy seemed to have a running faucet inside of it judging from the amount of fluid that now dangled from her matted pubic hair, and she felt the onslaught of another massive headache coming on.

"I... well... to be honest, I am not feeling too well, I was wondering if maybe we could take a break?"

Cherie looked at the women thoughtfully as if to be considering her request, however, she had no intention of letting her off the hook now that she had her so close to the breaking point.

"You know what Cupcake, we are almost done, what do you say we just forge ahead? We will be done in just a few minutes."

Mindy summoned all the energy she could find to continue, her face was contorted with distress, and more than once she covered her rumbling stomach to hide the noise.

'Awwww, are you hungry Dollface? I'll see what I can do about getting something in that tummy before you leave." And with a crooked smile and gleam in her eye, she prepared to give the young woman her first female-induced orgasm.

"Get on your hands and knees Cupcake, no one leaves the Cocoon without being fitted properly. I could get in big trouble if I didn't have your anal port put in, and you wouldn't want me to get in trouble would you now Cupcake?"

Mindy was just too exhausted to put up much of a fight, all she could muster was a weak question.

"No I don't want you to get into any trouble, but what is an A... An... Anal Port? And what do I need one for?"

Cherie was grinning from ear to ear with as she held what looked like a piece of a long balloon. It was a flesh colored rubber tube, open on both ends, it was about 4 inches long, appeared to be very flexible to Mindy.