The Bamboo Ceiling Ch. 10

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Chapter 10: My New Body

Three weeks had passed since my visit to the clinic. I laid sideways on my bed, curled into a fetal position. As my head pointed down, I could see my new C cups rise and lower with my breath. The bruising and swelling had subsided, but I still felt pain when I descended the stairs or walked too fast. Further, my ass—still bruised and raw from the implants—felt inflamed whenever I sat down or laid on my back. The surgeon expected this to last for another week.

The doctor had told James to leave my ass and tits alone until I'd fully healed.

"The bitch's lip injections should be fully healed within forty-eight hours," the doctor instructed James, "So feel free to fuck her face as much as you want. But leave her ass and tits alone for at least four weeks until the bruises are fully healed. The last thing that you want is for an implant to slide."

James only partially listened. While he hadn't fucked me since the before the operation, he loved to feel up my new 'assets' when I devoured his cock. And this was something that I frequently did.

As I would lay sideways on the couch, face down and into his massive member, James would slowly, but firmly, pet his hand over the enlarged curve of my ass. As his hand traveled to the base, he would lift my skirt, slide my panties aside, and gently probe my hole with a curious finger.

"Fuuuck," he would say as I worked his shaft. His breath shook as he rubbed his hands around my new posterior. This was a reaction that I hadn't heard from him. "And this is mine to do with what I please. Isn't that right, Kimmy?"

"Yhelsh, Shir!" Was all that I could manage. The thickness of his cock made it hard to make any sound, much less anything intelligible. Indeed, I'd never felt James so voluminous. He'd always filled my mouth before, but now, with my new assets to excite him, James's sheer girth threatened to dislocate my jaw.

Despite myself, and despite my hatred for my captor, my breath would intensify as his hand would explore my new body. It was a curious mix of hunger and shame; hunger because I wanted his BWC to fill me, and because I felt empty during my weeks without it. Shame that my hunger hadn't receded after all these months in captivity.

My shame deepened as James's fingers continued down my cheeks and between my legs to the spot where my manhood used to hang. I had never been large down there. Or even average, frankly. But during the operation, James had ordered the doctor to remove much of the spongy tissue from my cock. Not only did my member shrink significantly (not that I had much to lose), but I could no longer receive the blood flow necessary to get an erection. James had effectively removed the remaining vestiges of whatever manhood I had in the first place.

Of all the body modifications that James forced upon me, this one hurt my pride the most. Never again would I feel the weight of my erect cock. Never again could I properly fuck a woman—not that this was something I had a great deal of experience in. James allowed me to keep my testicles. Thus, I could still see beautiful women and have the same desires and chemical reactions. But I could never do anything about it. James had stolen sex as a man. James had stolen any residual hope that I would be anything more than his sissy sex doll.

Adding insult to injury, my little member was reshaped such that it pointed down and back. Accordingly, I couldn't pee standing up without making a mess. I didn't fully understand the humiliation that this would entail until I first had to use the bathroom. I had been used to sitting peeing for a while on account of the chastity cage that James had kept me in. But now, it wasn't an external device that prevented me from standing to pee, but my dicklet itself.

When I peed, I would lean forward a bit, raise my legs to position my dick, and just go. Even before when I sat to pee (what male didn't, at least occasionally), I had to manually push my cock downward to avoid wetting the seat. Perhaps I wouldn't have had more length weighted my cock down naturally. But this manual act with my hand was no longer necessary, which deepened my shame every time I went to the bathroom.

As I ruminated, I softly ran my hand down the now rounder portion of my hip. A sharp pain, not unusual to me in this post-surgery recovery period, jolted me from my rumination and brought be back to my bedroom. It further reminded me of the changes to my body.

"Hey China Doll," I heard James state with a knock on my bedroom door. It didn't slip past me that James applied the knock-once-then-enter approach of a parent to an unruly teenager. And there it was again: that 'China Doll' insult; something that simultaneously made me cringe and made my clitty tingle in humiliation. "Daddy's getting hungry a bit early today. Can I expect dinner by five today?"

James's galling behavior notwithstanding, I knew better than to answer him from my current position, laying in a fetal position on my bed. I quickly scampered up, wincing at the pain in my glutes as I engaged my legs. I got up on my knees on the bed and smiled like an obedient, porcelain doll. Like a Stepford wife right out of a bad '50s movie.

"Yes, Daddy! I'll get right to it!"

James looked at me a moment longer. I was wearing a dark green onesie that barely covered my new C cups.

"Hmmm," James groaned, "One more week, China Doll. I cannot fucking wait. It's been too long since I've had that ass. I might need to take the week off."

I gulped as I saw his bulge expanding, threatening me through his sweats. Despite myself, my breath quickened and my mouth watered. As much as I hated the external changes that my captor had enforced upon me, I most hated the internal changes. At the snap of a finger, James had trained me to be a bitch in heat. His bitch. My mind had been broken and my pleasure responses trained such that, even had the external factors of my captivity been removed, I would have stayed. Stayed just to take his massive cock up my yearning ass, nothwithstanding my repulsion at the intellectual level.

Though this was never an experiment that would be conducted: James had external mechanisms in place to keep me . . . in my place. The high-tech choker that I always wore had a built-in GPS, audio recorder, and shock device. James had taken control of all my bank accounts, IDs, my passport, and all relevant documents. My mother and sister—neither of whom knew about my predicament—were both employed at companies which were owned under financial portfolios that James managed. So, if he ever wanted to make my family unemployed—and unemployable—James could make that happen.

James also had several friends in the legal and psychological fields. So, if he ever wanted to have me or my family declared legally incompetent and him set up as legal guardian, he could probably make that happen. Further, before my operations, James had (not so subtly) threatened some more sever body modifications that could make me less of a human, much less an independent citizen. In short, I was a hopeless captive in James's custody. Like Dante's inferno, James's front door may as well have read, "Abandon hope, all sissies who enter here."

James once again interrupted my thoughts.

"I can see that you're healing up, China Doll. I want you to wear your silver bikini today. That'll look much better on your new tits and ass. And don't wear an apron when you cook today. If you spill anything on those new tits of yours, you'll have to lick them off. Understood?"

As he spoke, his voice broke and his hand unconsciously moved toward his bulge, moving his thumb slightly against the fabric. I could see his bicep tensing and his eyes drilled into my body, undressing me in his mind. I had the unnerving sensation of my skin crawling while my hole involuntarily twitched.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," James blithely spoke as he turned to exit the room.

When he was gone, I stood up and slid off the nightie that I was wearing. The nighties that James made me buy—specifically, the nighties that he made me buy in public—had always fit tight against my alabaster skin. I didn't know if it was a hormonal thing, but my torso and hips always made more of an hourglass than a triangle.

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Much to our chagrin, many of my male Korean friends growing up had bodies like this. I remembered how the non-Asian boys in our class would slap our asses as we undressed in the locker room. For us soft, leaner Asian boys, locker rooms were a constant place of ridicule by the larger, more muscular students.

I specifically remembered a black boy that tormented me all throughout my sophomore year. I later learned that he was a freshman; i.e., one year my junior. This only added to my humiliation. The boy would run between the rows of lockers and slap the asses of the Asian boys as we dressed down before gym.

The most salient occasion occurred after a volleyball session. I didn't like to dress completely down, but I was covered in sweat and needed to change my underwear. I quickly slid the sweat-soaked pair off and reached for a clean pair. But I wasn't fast enough, as a big, black hand came down on my ass. It left a red mark on my cheek for the rest of the day.

"Wooooh! She got a big ol' donkey!" The boy's obnoxious voice came from less than a foot behind my ear.

I quickly turned around and bent down to slide my clean underwear up my legs. But the bending motion only pulled inward my already petite cock. The other boy conspicuously noticed.

"Damn!" His brutish voice was made deeper as he pulled his head back in shock at seeing my little cock. "Is that all you're packing down there? Hey guys, come see what Jung's packing!"

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by a throng of boys of various sizes. All of them were taller and harder than myself. I tried to pull my underwear the rest of the way up, but the first boy grabbed the waistband and pulled it down, keeping my little dick exposed. I couldn't help but hunch forward and try to shield my groin. Though, ironically, this only pulled my shaft inward, making it look even smaller. I saw one of the boys snap a photo of me with his phone.

This humiliation would become my norm.

I never found out who took the photo or who he sent it to, but it plagued my mind for the rest of school. Every time that a girl would giggle within earshot of me, I couldn't help but assume that she'd seen the pathetic little package between my legs. And every time that a girl ignored me or mistreated me, I couldn't help but wonder if she saw that photo.

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As I slid my nightie down my softening body, the sensation of my even softer features pulled me back to the present. I stood in front of the floor length mirror in the corner of the room—an addition that James insisted upon. My eyes went up and down my body, pausing at the changes.

Where my chest used to be flat with wiry muscles, now two mounds hung from my chest. They pointed forward and slightly upward. I didn't know how the surgeon had done this, but somehow even my nipples protruded farther than they did before the operation. Now, whenever I descended the stairs, tried to lay on my stomach, or hold something close to me, I was reminded of my large chest.

Moving my gaze down my body, I saw my narrow waist give way to my wide, inflated hips. Implants in my ass cheeks and behind my thighs gave me a perfectly feminine hourglass shape. Despite my new tits, I was still bottom-heavy—James was nothing if not an ass man.

I turned sideways to see my cheeks protrude out from my lower half. Aside from the extra mass, my ass now came outward. Thus, any outfit I wore came in tighter in the thighs and groin. That the fabric still held flat against my groin added to my humiliation.

After contemplating my new form for a few more moments, I went to the dresser to retrieve the silver bikini. The silver top barely covered the lower third of my new breasts. The matching bikini bottom was stretched out and back by my new, bulbous ass. The pressure created the look of a flat, silver triangle covering my groin. This particular bikini bottom—an outfit that screamed 'treat me like a slut'—was designed to expose the edges of a woman's mound. It was more than enough fabric to cover my pathetic little member.

I exited my room and approached the top of the stairs. As I looked down, I saw James at the bottom waiting for me. He grinned with his mouth slightly agape as he looked up and down at my body. His bulge still protruded threateningly, as if pointing at is object of desire.

"Hey China Doll! Just enjoying the show. Now come down to Daddy!"

I was confused by the situation. Why was he waiting for me at the bottom of the steps? Around the house, James usually ignored me except to put his cock in me or to order me around. He had never before waited for me at the bottom of the steps.

As I took the first step down the steps, I realized why James seemed so enthused to watch me descend the steps. As I stepped down, my tits bounced downward, then back up. Though the implants were almost completely set and healed, each step that I descended created a jiggly bounce in my chest. Likewise, my ass and hips jiggled and bounced as I descended each step. Like it or not, I was giving James a show.

James's grin grew as he watched my jiggling body descend the steps. And a familiar bulge struggled against the front of his jeans. James was getting more excited as I descended the stairs.

When I reached the bottom, James wrapped his massive arm behind my back and pulled me into him. With his opposite hand, he pulled my chin up toward him and leaned in. As his lips pressed against mine, my pillowy mouth and tongue gave way to his pressure. James was clearly also enjoying my lip injections.

It was notable to me that James brought me in for this kiss. James rarely kissed me. He kissed the women that he brought over. I knew that he kissed my sister—he once described a steamy scene in which she came while making out with him on his lap. But I was never something he kissed. I was something that he fucked. For once, I felt like something that James wanted, beyond just a walking fleshlight. My hole twitched and my knees felt weak.

His mouth traveled slightly down as his lips wrapped around my bottom lip. After sucking on my mouth for a few more moments, I felt his tongue press into my mouth. Despite myself, I exhaled sharply through my nose as James's tongue pushed itself through my lips. Each contact between our tongues, his pushing mine down and out of the way, sent chills through my spine.

James pulled his face back and looked at me. I noticed that his tip was fully exposed, emerging from the waistband of his sweats. James had always been large, but today he seemed even more massive than usual. I had never seen James worked up like this.

"I'm not waiting anymore. I'm going to fuck you."

"B-but D-Daddy," I hoped that the by framing it as protecting his property would excuse my backtalk, "Your China Doll's implants are still healing."

"I said that I'm going to fuck you," James repeated, "Dr. Moffet can fix any problems later. Go to the bedroom. Now."

"Y-yes, Daddy," I whimpered as I tried to pull away. James's strong arm stopped me, pulled me in for one more kiss, then spun me around and slapped my ass.

"Good girl."

I chirped at the blow, then blushed at the compliment. Despite all of this time, and all of the hatred that I harbored toward James, 'Good girl' turned me into putty.

I went straight to the master bedroom. Ascending the stairs didn't create as many jiggles as descending them. I assumed that this would be to James's disappointment, but I didn't turn around to see if he was watching. As soon as I entered the master bedroom, I continued into the bathroom to clean myself out and prepare myself to be fucked.

Douching was slightly more precarious now that I larger ass cheeks in the way. Though I found that, with the greater 'handle' with which to grip them, I could more easily spread myself out. I wondered if James would soon make the same discover me when he inevitably pulled my ass cheeks onto his cock.

I hurried my process up as I heard James's heavy footfall ascend the stairs. I slid my bikini bottom back on, ran over to the bed, and got down on all fours with my ass facing the bedroom door.

James's heavy footfall approached me from behind. His massive white hand prodded at my ass cheeks and slapped them. First, he slapped them from the side and watched them jiggle back and forth. Then he slapped them from below and watched them jiggle up and down.

I then heard the bed creak as he got up behind me. Suddenly, my anus flexed from the sensation of hot breath. Okay, so he was getting right into it.

Two large hands gripped my cheeks, kneading them with their thumb and fingers. James's hot breath hastened, still inches from my anus.

"I have waited too long for this, China Doll," James's resonant voice seemed to travel through my body, sending shivers through my spine. I relaxed my sphincter to let his breath seemed to warm me from the inside. James's thumbs spread my ass cheeks to give him a better view of my hole.

"Fuuck," James moan, "The way my fingers dent into your soft skin. You really are a supple little bitch, aren't you?"

I didn't know if he was expecting a 'Yes, Sir,' so I settled for a submissive whimper. I didn't have to act to make it sound docile and afraid. A low moan from James as he buried his face between my cheeks suggested that my whimpering only fueled his appetite. He started by kissing the rim of my anus. His then lifted my ass up, angling me to give him access to my taint. Had James been doing this to a true man, my dick might have been blocking access to my taint. But he wasn't doing this to a true man, as my excised masculinity failed to cover much at all. After kissing along the taint—making me whimper in pleasure like a bitch—he moved his lips back to my anus.

I then felt a big, soft tongue circling the outside of my hole. It then pressed itself toward the rim, slowly working its way in. My perfectly manicured nails pawed at the sheets and pillows, trying to grip something. My toenails—also perfectly manicured—curled and flexed.

I gasped with my mouth hanging agape and my eyes half closed as James pressed his warm tongue into my anus. His hands squeezed and kneaded my cheeks as he pulled them apart. I opened my knees and thighs more, giving James greater access. Holding his face into my ass, James engorged himself in his exploration of my hole. His hot tongue prodded deeply inside of me, exploring the edges of the rim and deeper into my insides. Whereas normally it was me foregoing breath to please his cock when I blew him, I noticed that James, fighting for satiation, rarely came up for breath from conquering my ass.

My little cocklet twitched; I was so close to one of my 'sissygasms' when James pulled his head back. I breathed heavily and whimpered in frustration.

"Aren't you a thirsty bitch?" James laughed from behind me as he positioned his groin behind my ass. "Is your little clit frustrated?"