Sara's Plight

 

NOTE: This story contains unrealistic 'breast expansion'.  I did not intend much of this story to sound realistic.  Please keep this in mind while reading, and definitely feel free to just lose yourself in the fantasy of it!  Any comments please send to cum_slut_jasmine@yahoo.com.  I appreciate any suggestions on how to make my stories even better!

 

With the economy the way it is right now, I am having a hard time finding work.  My bills are piling up, and I am about to lose my apartment because I haven't been able to make the rent for 3 months.  I send out application after application with no response from any company that I have applied to.  I am starting to get desperate and one day, I notice an ad for a waitress for a discrete men's club.  I ponder about this for some time.  I have serious reservations about it since I don't want to be viewed as a piece of meat and I sure don't want to be pawed at.  Still, my options are running out and I figure that a waitress shouldn't get too much attention since the patrons should be watching the strippers more than the person who is just delivering their drinks.

 

I'm pretty certain I have a chance at getting the job.   I think I'm pretty cute anyway.  I have almond shaped eyes, which are green in color, soft face and decent cheekbones.  My lips are pretty plump, but not overly so.  My body is athletic, but I have D cup tits.

 

I walk to the office listed on the ad and find that it is just an office building in a strip mall.  I sign in and wait for my name to be called.  The manager comes out, calls me in and asks me to sit down.  He is dressed professionally and although he isn't really that cute, he doesn't look like a sleazy slob.  We go over the normal formalities and questions about my past work history.  He then starts talking about the bar that I would be waitressing at.  He says it is a clean strip bar for discrete male customers.  The position job description ranges from delivering drinks to sweeping the floor and what ever else they may need me to do.  He tells me there is a dress code that is strictly enforced.  The dress code that goes through my mind is one that is similar to Hooters.  I imagine I will have to wear some tight or skimpy clothing, but nothing too serious.  I agree and he offers me the job.  Before I am able to start though, he puts down a thick stack of papers and says that I have to sign it before I can start.

 

I start to read through it and he interrupts me.  He says that it just contains a bunch of legal jargon about stealing from the company and such.  I go along with it and skip to the end and sign the paper.  With a smile and a handshake, he gives me the address of the bar and tells me that I start tonight.  My attire will be fitted and given to me when I get there.

 

I go about my business for the day and get ready to start work that night.  I am sort of excited that I have finally found a job.  I am still a little bothered about flaunting what I have, but I figure that I should receive some good tips at least.  I arrive at the bar at 7pm and go in the back door as the directions state.  I am greeted by a tall woman who directs me to one of the dressing rooms.

 

Once inside the dressing room, she looks me up and down.  "Hi, my name is Cynthia.  Go ahead and take off all of your clothes so I can get your measurements."

 

I reluctantly take off each article of clothing.  At least it is a fellow lady and it doesn't bother me as much as it could.  As I am standing there naked, she takes my measurements, wrapping the measuring tape around my bust, under my breasts and around my thighs and hip.  After she measures my shoe size, she walks off and returns with a small box, a hanger with two skimpy articles of clothing on it and a pair of shoes.

 

She opens the box and brings out a vibrator about 6 inches long and about an inch in diameter, a standard size medium butt plug and a gag.

 

"Wait a minute," I start to protest, "I didn't sign up for this.  I just want to be a simple waitress."

 

"These are required for the job dear."  She tells me in a soft, non threatening voice.  "It is very loud in the bar and this is how we found it easiest to tell you when your orders are up.  See, the vibrator gives a certain number of short pulses and that tells you what table number is ready.  When the butt plug vibrates a certain number of pulses, that will tell you what table number is calling you."

 

I'm still uncertain about this, but it seems somewhat feasible, the gag on the other hand still confused me.  "And what about the gag?"  I ask.  "It doesn't seem like it serves any purpose at all."

 

"That is just part of the outfit, really.  A lot of men like that about our uniforms."

 

"I'm really not sure about this.  I really didn't agree to this sort of uniform, I wasn't planning on it being so ... intrusive."  I state

 

"Well,"  she says, "if that is how you feel, I guess we don't really need to go any further.  Although, I'm not sure that you will be able to find anyplace else that will hire you for the amount that you will probably be making here."

 

I sigh, realizing that she is probably right.  And what real harm would it be to agree?  I have had dildos inside me before and I have toyed around with butt plugs and they are actually sort of arousing.

 

"OK, OK, let's continue."

 

"Good, now lets get these situated.  Open your mouth."

 

I open my mouth and she places the ball gag firmly inside behind my front teeth.  She wraps the strap around to the back of my head where she buckles it in place.  Then I hear a click.  My eyes open wide and I quickly reach back behind my head to find that the gag had been locked into place.  I start clawing at it, trying to get it off.

 

She grabs me, "Now, now, shh.  It wouldn't do much good to put that on if you could just take it off, now would it?  Relax, it will be OK.  We will take it off whenever you need it to be off."

 

Her words calmed me down a little and my arms come back down to my sides.

 

"Now I need you to bend over."

 

I turn around and bend over, leaning on a bench.  I feel humiliation and embarrassment flush over me as she spreads my cheeks and smears lube on my hole.  The next thing I feel is the tip of the plug as she gently pushes it in.  The taper gets larger, forcing my sphincter wider and wider as it reaches the widest part of the plug, I grunt a little as the widest part passes.  Then it gets sucked into my ass as it swallows the rest of the plug and settles around the base.  I feel it pulse, causing tingles in my ass as she tests the notification part of the vibrator.

 

"Now sit down on the bench and spread your legs."

 

I turn around and sit down, pushing the plug a few centimeters deeper eliciting a small groan.  I reluctantly spread my legs in shame as this woman gets between them and slips the vibrator between my moist lips.  She plays with it a little, moving it in and out, then pushes it in to the hilt.

 

"Stand up and hold this vibrator in place."

 

Standing up, I put my hand between my legs holding the vibrator inside.  She takes the bottoms off of the hanger and holds them up so I get a good view.  I wasn't expecting the outfit to be this revealing and I try to protest, and it just comes out as a muffled mess.

 

"I know, cute aren't they?"  She says smiling.  "Here, let me help you get them on, there is a certain way they fit."

 

She bends down holding them close to the floor.  I put one leg in and then the other and she pulls them up.  As she pulls them into place, there is literally not much fabric to them at all.  And the fabric that is on them is designed to hold the vibrator in place and not much more.  She situates the string so that it slips completely between my pussy lips, disappearing between my fleshy folds.  Looking in the mirror, I could barely tell I had anything on at all.  My pussy lips were completely visible and there was only a thin string in my ass.

 

"That looks so nice, now for the shoes" she comments.  Easy for her to say.  I stand there uncomfortable while she picks the shoes up from the bench.  They are 7 inch stiletto shoes and she helps me slip them on.  I'm a little unsteady in them, but have worn high heeled shoes before, so I'm not too bad.

 

"Now, for the last piece of your uniform and I think this will just make you look great."

 

She takes a sort of shelf bra off the hanger and fits it to me.  I grunt loudly as I find out it doesn't actually cover anything.  It pushes my tits together and lifts them up.  The result is that they are forced up and out in front of me causing massive cleavage, but is supported by the bottom of the cups, if you can call them that.  My nipples are not covered at all.  She then brushes some clear liquid all over them.  The cool breeze after wards makes my nipples harden.

 

"Whelp, you better get going.  The bar will be opening up soon!"  And she leads me out to the floor.  Every step I take in the insanely high heels makes my breasts jiggle.  This particular bra seems to be designed to situate my tits in such a way that produces the maximum bounce and sway out of every movement I make.

 

The bar is rather dark.  Not so dark that I won't be able to make my way around, but dark enough that I have to let my eyes adjust to the dimness.  High top tables are spread throughout not unlike any other bar setting.  There is no service bar, so all of the patrons will be sitting at the tables completely relying on the servers to bring them their orders.  There are 3 various heights, and each level is only about 4 steps higher/lower than the next.  High definition televisions hang throughout on the walls playing the typical sports channels.  The music is loud playing over the speakers, but something is blatantly missing.  I understood this to be a gentleman's club, but I fail to see the dance floor or anything like that.  I assume that maybe the dancers go between the tables and perform that way.

 

I then notice that my tits are completely glowing.  There is a black light all throughout the bar and I now figure out what she had painted on my breasts.  It was a solution to make them glow in the black light and every jiggle will be seen by everyone no matter how far away I am from them.  I determine that I may work through this night, but after I am released from this uniform, I am quitting.

 

We go into the serving room where we will be placing and picking up the orders.  There are 2 other servers in the room.  They are dressed similar to me and their tits have also been painted so that they glow in the black light, only in different colors.  One of the girls was yellow tint, and the other girl was a red tint.  Mine was the usual bluish color that you can see in a black light. What I could not see on mine, I saw on theirs.  The nipples were extremely apparent and visible as a contrast to the breasts.  Both of the other girls tits were larger than mine, however.  Their breasts spilled over the bra, their flesh almost flowing out in front of them since the bra did not let them fall to the side at all.  One difference was that both girls were wearing a ring gag instead of the ball gag like I had.  And one of the other girls had pierced nipples.

 

"OK girls, you will each be assigned a level."  She points to me.  "You will be on the very bottom level since you have the new one here."  She then points to the other girls.  "You other girls know where you are to be."  She whispers in my ear. "By the way, you do not have name tags, and since you can not speak, you are Slutress A."

 

I shoot her an evil look.  I am not fond of that title and all and certainly not what I signed up for.

 

The customers start to arrive and they are seated at the various tables.  I then start the feel the pulses start through the plug in my ass.  Sighing nervously, I walk down through the levels, each step sending flesh waves through my breasts.

 

I walk up to the table that had beckoned me.  My tits were perfect level with the table and as I stepped up to the table, the edge was able to bump up to my body just below my bust.  This resulted in my tits hovering over and almost resting on the table top.  The men, ogling my exposed flesh, place their order.  As I'm walking back up the place the order, my plug vibrates again.  I place the order to the window and walk back.

 

On my way back down to my next table, I notice one of the other girls taking order at one of the tables on the top tier.  Her tits hover over the table the same as mine, but since they are larger, the flesh that spills over the front rests softly on the table.   I notice the other girl on the next tier.  I can't really tell what she is doing, but I can see she is bent over.  As I begin to walk by, I gasp as I realize what she is doing.  Her face is buried in the man's crotch, his hands holding her head as it bobs up and down.  I feel sorry for the poor girl as I remember the ring gag she had in her mouth propping her mouth into an open position.  I start to get frightened hoping that none of that happens to me.  I am not a whore and did not plan on doing anything like that.

 

As I take the orders from each table, the men only ogle at my tits and ass with the occasional degrading comment.  I start to have trouble keeping up with everything though as the dildo in my pussy starts vibrating telling me orders are up and the plug vibrating calling me to certain tables.  The vibrations are almost constant at the peak of the night and I find myself starting to get a bit horny from all the vibrations going on between my holes.  It is also starts to get difficult to tell the difference between my ass and pussy vibrations and I make a few errors.  I make more trips than necessary to the pickup window mistaking a few vibrations as an order being ready.

 

At various times throughout the night, I find both girls in oddly compromising positions.  The girl on the second level never seems to have anything other than her mouth or tits being fucked, but the girl up top would be getting fucked in every hole.  I am a little confused by it all, but am grateful that none of that appears to be happening to me.  I was busy enough just keeping up with the orders and did not have time to stand there to try to figure out what was going on.  Maybe they were hit on and are just nymphos.  But then, why wasn't anyone hitting on me?  I put it out of my mind and went about finishing the night.  The worst thing that happened to me was a slap on my ass that was put to a stop when I pushed his hand away and gave a dirty look.  Other than that, all of the men just stared at my breasts swaying and jiggling like jell-o as I walked up and down the stairs.

 

At the end of the night after the bar had cleared out, I was standing with the other 2 girls as the lights slowly came back on to let our eyes adjust.  I then noticed that both girls faces were frosted with jizz, and that it had also dripped down off of their faces and onto their massive tits.  Even further, the girl on the upper level had cum dripping down the inside of her legs from her ass and pussy.

 

As we were standing around, Cynthia came to see us.  She told us each how much money was going to be deposited in our accounts for our work that night.  The girl on the upper level earned $2,350.  I was astonished and couldn't wait to find out how much I had made.  The next girl made substantially less at $925.  My earnings was a measly $35.  I was aghast and when we went to our dressing room to get out of our uniforms, I waited patiently while the gag was unlocked and removed.  I stretched my jaw a bit.

 

"Why did I earn so much less?" I asked.

 

"This is an elite gentleman's club."  She answered.  "On the weekdays, each tier has rules that must be followed.  On the lower level, your level, the slutress should not be touched.  The other levels also know this by the color of your tits.  Although, they don't have to pay nearly as much, so you get much less in earnings.  The second level is allowed to fondle the slutress and use her mouth and breasts.  The third level is allowed to use the slutress in any hole they wish.  They pay accordingly, and as a result, the slutress for that level gets more earnings.  On the weekends though, every level has the same access as the third level, so you will not be working on weekends."

 

This put me in a bind.  I could not survive on $35 a night.  Although, I was considering quitting anyway.  I had to admit to myself that it was a turn on to have those vibrators in me and having men ogle me.  But I was not going to whore myself out.

 

"Well, then, I'm sorry to say that I'm going to have to quit."  I said as I pulled the vibrator out, shuttering as I did so.

 

"I am sorry to hear that dear.  I am also sorry to say that we will have to report this to every company that is hiring.  That you accept jobs and quit the very next day with no notice.  I am sure you will have an even more difficult time finding a job now."

 

"You can't do that!"

 

"Yes, I can.  Remember that paper you signed?  You apparently didn't read it."  She brought it out and pointed to the paragraph giving them explicit permission to disclose my employment history to the world.

 

Shit, I didn't read it.  Now I was in a real bind.  I couldn't afford to only be bringing home $35 a night and nothing on the weekend.

 

"What would it take to be the second tier girl."  I asked.  I really didn't want to, but she was backing me into a corner.

 

She smiled.  "Well, you need larger tits, honestly.  The second tier girls need to at least have G cups.  The men love how they spill over the bras and onto the tables.  We do have some methods to increase your size if that is what you really want to do.  After that, you can take over the second tier.  Any man can fondle your tits, smack your ass and shove their dicks in your mouth.  Do you agree to this?"

 

I thought about the consequences and stipulations.  Then I thought with $900 a night, I could work just a little while and if I save up enough, I don't have to work ever again anyway, so who cares about them.  I could take a few men mauling at me.  What really concerned me is the requirement to allow them to stick their dicks in my mouth whenever they wanted.  Debating back and forth between my options of no job, $35 a night, or sucking off a few guys and getting $900 a night.  It wasn't the best option in the world, but it seemed the only option right now.

 

"OK"

 

She handed me a paper to sign.  I signed it, and handed it back.  "Good,"  she said, "Now, the way we enlarge your breasts is with a simple series of shots.  Since we have no tier 2 during the weekend, we can start the injection now and see how it progresses by Monday.  If you aren't large enough, you can do level 1 until you are."

 

She left and came back with the needle.  Each breast was injected twice and they immediately starting burning a little.

 

"Now take these other syringes.  Inject one in each breast on Saturday and repeat again on Sunday"

 

I went home for the weekend and went about my business.  I woke up on Saturday and injected my own breasts.  I was not too hip on the idea, but it was a job and it was going to bring in more than enough money to pay my bills.  I did start to get worried because I was already behind on my bills and creditors were getting more aggressive about trying to get their money.  If I didn't start getting more cash flow in soon, I would be in real trouble.

 

I did notice my breasts getting larger as my bras did not fit like they once did.  This continued through the weekend and I was eventually unable to wear any of my current bras at all.  I was shocked at how quickly the injections were working.

 

When I went in that Monday, Cynthia measured my tits.

 

"Well, they are on the rise, but they are not large enough quite yet.  They are only an E."

 

I was shocked that they were that big.  "Aren't they large enough to do tier 2 at E?"

 

"No, sorry.  But lets get you suited up for level 1 for tonight."

 

The ball gag was locked into my mouth, the plug and dildo were inserted and the bra and panties were put on.  This time I felt my tits being squished by the bra creating a huge mound of flesh in front of me, and I felt the lack of support towards the bottom of them as they started to droop over the end of the bra a little.  Finally, she again painted my tits.

 

The rest of the week went the same as my first night.  I watched the second tier girl a little closer to get an idea of what to expect.  Each night, her tits were fondled, ass was slapped and I don't know how many blow jobs she had to give.  A lot of guys tit fucked her as well, making her kneel in front of them as their cocks disappeared between her massive cleavage.  They would quickly fuck her, sending waves throughout her bust until they finally let out a groan, holding her tits tightly together around their member.  They would then pull out and wipe what was left on their cock on the top of her breasts.

 

Cynthia had given me access to the locker where they stored the injections so I could get them without asking for it all the time.  As I gave myself more injections each day, my tits grew.  I decided to inject twice the amount they told me to trying to speed the process up a little bit.  And each day they drooped further and further off of the bra.  Now when I walked up to the table, my breasts dipped onto the table top and it was obvious the men at the tables appreciated it.

 

The end of the week came relatively quickly, and I again only averaged about $35 a night.  I tripled the dose on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  I was determined to make more this next week.  I was getting threatened with eviction and I could not afford to wait even one more week or I'd be out on the street.

 

"Oh dear."  She stated.  "Looks like you went past the G cup and hit I."

 

"Good grief!"  I yelped.  "Well, I guess I'll be able to do tier 2 now."

 

"Well, here's the problem.  We don't let the H cup and above girls do tier 2.  Since it is very rare for a girl to go above G, we immediately put them into tier 3."

 

"What?  Now what do you expect me to do?"

 

"The H cup and above girls do tier 3 exclusively.  So, its tier 3 or nothing."

 

I sighed.  I didn't even pay much attention to the tier 3 girl, so I wasn't sure what all to expect from that.  She brought back another paper for me to sign off on to become a tier 3 girl.  Knowing what was at stake, I reluctantly signed this one.

 

"Now, lets get those nipples pierced."

 

"WHAT?"  I yelled

 

"Tier 3 girls get fucked in the ass and pussy.  You can't very well have the normal table vibrators.  You get your queues from nipple jewelry rather than the plug and dildo."

 

She took a piercing gun and pierced my left nipple.  I screamed as pain shot through my breast.  With me still crying, she pierced the other one.  I went pale and passed out.  When I awoke, my uniform was on.

 

"I took the liberty of dressing you while you were passed out."

 

I had a ring gag locked in my mouth, the first time since I have been here.  The vibrating nipple jewelry was secure in my nipples and the now all to familiar bra pushing my huge tits together and out.  It was insane how much they spilled over the front.  The other 2 girls I worked with before didn't have this much tit flesh exposed.  One thing that was noticeably missing was the bottoms.

 

"OK, let's get you started."  She said as she lead the way back to the bar.  Every step sent massive waves through my tits.  They jiggled, swayed and bounced horrendously.  I actually found it a little strange not to have the dildo and plug stuffing me.

 

We go to service room again and I stand with another 2 girls.  A new girl sporting the color I used to have and the same girl for the second tier.  The new girls tits were much smaller than mine were when I first started.  I wait nervously, a large knot in my throat as I wait for the bar to officially open.  Men start to trickle in and fill the tables and the vibration in my nipple starts.

 

I walk over to the table, noticing the wide eyes as they are entranced by the movement on my chest.  I put my breasts on the table like I have been, the excess flesh beyond the bra resting fully on the table top.  I see my own nipples as my tit flesh settles.  The 2 guys at the table reach forward and start squeezing and fondling at my breasts.  They pinch my sore freshly pierced nipples and I groan in pain.  They mistake this for pleasure and double their efforts and I start to squirm.  I wish they would just stop and place their order so I can get on with my night.  They talk to each other, though, like I'm just an object to them

 

"Wow, these melons are really nice and soft.  I especially like the nipple piercings."

 

"Yea, and look at how she is squirming, she is really loving the attention we are giving them.  God, they are making me so hard.  Come here."  He says grabbing my arm.  Unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he pulls me forward.  He flops my tits right on his member.  I can feel how hard he is as he slips it into my cavernous cleavage.  I feel embarrassed and humiliated and he massages his dick through my tits.  Mauling and squeezing my tits, my nipples rub against his belly and the top of his jean.  He gyrates his hips and squeezes my tits harder and harder until he groans loudly.  I feel his warm slimy jizz fill into my cleavage.   He sighs and pushes me back.  "Clean me off."  He says as he pushed my head down and his cock into my mouth.  I reluctantly swirl my tongue around the head tasting his salty goo, licking the slit to get the remainder from it.  My gag reflex kicks in as I feel the slimy texture in my mouth.

 

The other man grabs my waist and pulls me back towards him.  I immediately feel the head of his cock against my sphincter.  I try to protest, but nothing comes out but garbled sounds that they of course mistake for me asking for more.  He isn't nice about it and pulls me down hard shoving his member deep inside me.  He uses my body as a sex toy, keeping hold of my waist and pushing me up and down.  He thrusts me faster and faster until he too groans.  After holding me down for a minute, he pushes me up off of him.

 

I sigh as I stand up, feeling his goo already starting to ooze from my ass.  They get up, slap my tits a few times to watch the waves ripple through them and leave.  I stand there confused watching as they walk out the door.  I didn't understand why they didn't order anything, as if they just came in to use me and walk out. 

 

My nipple ring vibrates again, and I head to the next table.  As I walk up to the table, my breasts get the same treatment as they did at the last table.  This time, I am pulled under the table and one of them men shove their cock directly into my mouth.  The other man behind me shoves his into my pussy and they both start fucking me.  They get into a matching rhythm and I am pounded from both sides.  I start to wonder if this is even worth it.  My body is being violated beyond my control and I don't know if having a job is really worth this amount of abuse and humiliation.  Suddenly my mouth is filled with hot cum and I gag as I taste the bitter, salty mix.  A few seconds later, my pussy is also filled with cum.  As I stand up, the mess dripping from my ass mixes with that dripping out of my pussy down the inside of my thigh.

 

"Get us a beer and be quick about it, whore,"  One of them demands.

 

I walk off to place the order, feeling the slippery slime between my legs.  I stand at the window waiting for the beers to be filled wondering if I am going to be able to push myself through the night.  This was just the second table.

 

As the night drags on, my holes continue to be abused.  I wonder how I am going to make it through as I am degraded more and more by each man that decides to shove his cock inside me.  No one uses protection and I get frosted by more cum than I know what to do with.  The remaining cum from my gagged mouth and drool oozes from my mouth and down onto the top of my breasts.  The men using me don't seem to care how messy I am and just continue to degrade me further.  No one really orders much, and the couple that do I think only did it to get me to come back to their table to place my slimy tits in front of them.

 

The night ends and we return to the service are to find out how much we had made.  Now, I am the one that made over $2,000.  At least I am a little pleased with that, but at what cost?  I'm embarrassed standing there as the cum from that night drips off the tips of my nipples and runs down the inside of my legs and the taste of cum still lingering in my mouth.

 

I return to the dressing rooms where the gag is again unlocked.  I am really started to get used to the gag, so my jaw isn't as sore as it was when all of this started.

 

"You were quite popular with the patrons tonight."  Cynthia tells me.  "So much so, we have received many more comment cards on you than anyone ever.  And, we have had a 90% request for something.  Any time requests exceed 85% of the total patronage, we have to honor that request.  And, per the contract you signed for a teir 3 employee, you must honor it as well."

 

I was a bit confused.  "What do you mean?"

 

"They were so impressed with how your tits looked, a large portion of them want to see them larger."

 

"WHAT?  No, no, no.  They are freakishly large as it is now, I am not going to allow you to make them bigger."

 

"You say that like you have a choice in the matter.  Here are the facts, you either go through with the terms of your contract, or we will throw you in prison so fast your head will spin.  We have excellent lawyers and will also make sure that you go before a judge that frequents this bar quite often."

 

My jaw drops as I am now threatened with legal action.  Not only would I be thrown in prison, but I'm sure it would become a public mess, something I'm not quite prepared to deal with.  I nod my head in defeat.  She injects both breasts with 2 more syringes each.

 

"Go home, get some rest for tomorrow.  And don't think of going anywhere, we can and will find you if you do."

 

I head home, regretting even starting this whole mess.  My tits are so large now that they don't fit into any of my clothes anymore.  None of my bras fit and I have to walk around braless.  Because of this, I have pretty much become a hermit other than going to the bar to work and then I am extremely embarrassed to walk out of my apartment.  I get nothing but awkward stares and finger pointing.  Even my baggy night shirts start to stress under the size.

 

As the week continues slowly on, I go in each night.  Every night is the same as I go to each table and get fucked in every hole, and between my tits.  I am constantly getting shoved under the tables to service them while they talk.  I am called every degrading name you could think of, including whore, slut, pig, etc.

 

At the end of each night, I am completed covered with cum.  Out of each hole, globs of juice drips out and down my thighs.  Half way through the nights it gathers between my ass cheeks and I can feel them slipping against each other.  I am ashamed to be reduced to such a whore and my humiliation builds each night.  My breasts are getting noticeably bigger, dipping further and further out away from my chest and over the edges of the uniform.  The men seem to be enjoying it, but I am not.  Each night after my shift, Cynthia injects each breast with 2 more syringes each and each night I go home and scrub myself clean.

 

The weekend comes and since I am a tier 3 girl, I am required to work it.  So, I arrive that night and get measured.  I'm up to a J cup.

 

"Almost there, we want you to be K, maybe L."

 

I sigh and she helps me get prepared for that night.  After my uniform is on, gag is locked and such she adds more dread.  "Weekends work a little differently as you know.  The entire bar is tier 3, so you will be working the tier 1 level like you did your first week or two here.  But, along the way, anyone on any level is allowed to grab you and do whatever they want.  Since your tits are so large now, I assume that you will be pretty popular."

 

The night starts off as usual, then quickly spirals way out of my control.  I find that when a table calls me, I can't make it past the other 2 levels without some guy grabbing me and shoving his cock in my ass, pussy or mouth.  And as I'm bent over, my tits hang down so low, there is inevitably someone who can't resist to grab them, play with them or smack them around as I'm being molested.  It seems that I can never get to my destination, and as the night wears on, there is not an inch of my body that does not have some sort of slime on it.  That does not seem to bother or stop anyone though.  I am degraded to nothing more than just a fuck hole for these pigs.

 

In one noticeable instance, while I was on my way down to a table that had called for me, I was stopped on the second level just after the stairs.

 

"Hey whore!" a man yells as he gets up from his table.  He comes over to me and grabs my hair.  With his face millimeters from mine he says, "You are going to get down and your hands and knees, now!"  I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

 

As I get down on my hands and knees, my nipple rings are going crazy.  From both tables beckoning for me and the service window telling me orders are up.  Right after I take the position demanded of me, he straddles above my ass and shoves his cock straight down into my asshole.  Another man positions behind me and plunges into my pussy.  They are joined by a cock being shoved into my mouth.  All three get into a rhythm together as they violate all 3 of my holes.  My breasts rub the floor and the nipple rings continue to go crazy.  All of this is too much and I actually cum, feeling the 2 cocks in my ass and pussy rubbing against each other through the thin wall.  Not long afterward, hot cum fills my mouth at the same time as the other 2 fill my pussy and ass.

 

They pull out and make me clean their cocks and they go back to their table.

 

The night winds down and my pussy and ass are both sore.  They feel like they have been ripped wide open and I feel like my gapping ass may never close up.  As the lights come back up, I notice that cum is caked on me much more than the other 2 girls.  it is also still dripping off the ends of my tits and I can feel puddles of it in my shoes from where globs oozed out of my pussy and down my legs.

 

In the dressing room as I remove my sopping shoes and my gag is removed, I plead with Cynthia to let me out of my contract as she injects more solution into my swollen tits.

 

"I'm sorry, but you are the most popular slutress we have ever had here.  I imagine your term of service will be long an lustrious.  As a matter of fact, we have contacted your apartment and got you released from your lease.  We have also sold all of your belongings.  Your new home is here!"  She said with a smile.  "We've also had more requests.  We are going to pierce your septum and put different nipple rings on you."

 

I felt my stomach drop.  "You... you sold all of my stuff?" I said starting to cry.

 

"Sure, its here in the contract too."  She said handing it to me.  Meanwhile she left and came back with some vicious looking nipple jewelry.  She pushed the bar through my nipple and latched it in to place.  The bar connected to a circle that almost circled the outside of my areola.  Then the bar was pulled up, pulling my nipples up and into a cone shape.  I cringed as she pierced my septum and put a thick ring through it.  Finally, my pussy lips were pierced twice each.  "You should be pleased, I'm sure there will be many more requests made for you.  Come with me."

 

We walked down a hallway I had never been down before.  The walls were a soft brown and sort of calmed me down a little.  We passed several doors til Cynthia stopped in front of one.  She opens the door and leads me in.  It is a small room with a cot, no dresser and no shower or toilet.

 

"This will be your room for the foreseeable future.  I know its not much, but it should be all that you need."

 

"Where is the dresser for my clothes?  And where is the bathroom?"

 

"Oh, you won't be wearing any clothes other than the uniform that is worn during your service.  We might give you various other outfits if a situation warrants it though.  Since you are now taking a room here, we will require extra work from you during the day to pay for it.  You will have to ask permission to use the restroom."

 

"May I use it now."  Feeling extremely silly asking for permission to use the bathroom like I'm a little kid.

 

"I suppose that would be alright.  Follow me."

 

She leads me further down the hallway and shows me to the restroom.  She stays near the door as I piss and clean myself.  After I'm finished, she escorts me back to my room.

 

"Night dear." and she closes the door and shuts the light off.  As I sit on the edge of the bed, the gravity of the situation hits me and I break down crying.  I feel the heavy ring resting on my lip and attempt to remove it.  It appears to be sealed somehow, and the same with the nipple piercings.  My nipples start to get sore as they are continually stretched by the jewelry.  I lie down and cry myself to sleep.

 

I was awoken early the next morning.  A gruff man opened the door and turned the light on.

 

"Let's go, bitch.  Time to get to work."

 

He let me go to the restroom and I went and cleaned myself up.  After my last few weeks, it did not bother me for him to see me naked.  I am led to the bar room and handed a mop and a bucket.

 

"Mop this place up, make sure you get all of the semen off of the floor.  Make it quick too, I have more for you to get done before we open again tonight."  He looks me up and down.  "I have no idea why you are so popular; those huge udders look absolutely repulsive." 

 

He walks away and I feel 2 feet tall.  I get to work mopping up the bar, my breasts swaying from side to side.  Some places are huge puddles and I recall some of the night in some of the places where I spent 15 or 30 minutes.

 

My next task was to wash what little dishes were dirty from the previous night.  I also cleaned the railings, walls and tables.  I was sort of humiliated to have to do these tasks naked and did not understand why I couldn't have any clothes.

 

After all of my work was done, he took me back to my room.  He then stuck two more syringes each into my battered breasts.  I spent the rest of the day in the room until service time arrived.  I was once again put through my paces.   I did not have a second of rest as I was mauled and fucked many times over.  The nose ring played in integral role in my humiliation now and it was obvious why it was such a popular request.  Men would put their fingers through the ring and pull my head downwards with that.  It made it easier for them to force my head exactly where they wanted it to be.

 

When the night was over, I was just as covered in cum as I was the night before.  Maybe even more so.  I was woken up the next morning again with the tasks to clean the bar just like the day before.  The injections were given regularly.

 

Another three weeks pass and Cynthia came into the room that Friday a few hours before service.  She measured my tits and was quite pleased with the results.

 

"Good news.  We can stop the injections.  Your tits have ballooned to N.  This is much further than we had planned.  But not a bad thing."

 

"Easy for you to say." I muttered.  The immense weight now in my chest was getting tiring to hold up.

 

When Cynthia tried to put the bra on, she had a very hard time getting it hooked.  The amount of pressure my breasts were now applying to the bra was beyond what the bra could hold.

 

"Hmm, this is an interesting problem."  She said.  "No matter, we really do not need it anyway, we have a new position in mind for you now.  You are going to be our hostess!"

 

She led me out to the bar, down the 3 levels and to the entrance.  There, a menacing looking contraption waited for me.  A large circular metal platform was the base; it had a couple of closed doors or panels.  Two shackles were on either side of the platform, and next to them, steel poles stuck straight up towards the ceiling.

 

She motioned for me to stand on the platform and I reluctantly stepped upon it.  She spread my legs and fastened my ankles into the 2 shackles on the base.  Another metal piece was clamped around my waist and to the poles on either side.  My hands were also shackled to the pole around waist level.  After she was all done, she bent me forward.  The device around my waist kept me even with the pole, and the wrist shackles twisted a little to flow with my wrists.  Two straps were buckled around my upper thighs.  The rings to each of my pussy lips were attached to their respective sides.  This pulled and held my pussy wide open.

 

I was not actually a hostess, but rather an interactive statue.  The doors were opened and the line of patrons started to trickle in.  I was a sample of the slutresses inside.  The men pawed at my tits, stuck their fingers in my holes.  Many would bend me over, forcing the straps to pull my pussy lips even further apart.  While bent over, I would be mouth fucked, cocks would be shoved into my wide open pussy while others still preferred my ass.

 

At the end of the night, I was frosted in cum like always.  When Cynthia arrived, I expected that she would release me from this contraption.

 

"Thing went really well.  Everyone responded very positively.  So tomorrow, we are having you permanently attached here."

 

I screamed through the gag, but she of course paid no mind.  She opened the panels on the bottom of the platform and extended two poles.  These poles lined right up with my pussy and asshole.  She situated one of the poles into my pussy and shoved it deep inside.  A cup covered the lips and all.  She positioned the other pole up and into my ass.  I found out later in the night that these were designed to take my waste and carry it away.

 

From this day forward, Sara was the permanent hostess for the bar.  She was cleaned every day, and used every night.  She was fed during the day with a tube shoved through her ring gagged mouth.  Through requests from the patrons, she was tattooed with the same ink that was painted on her breasts when she was a slutress.  Her right tit was tattooed with the word Vanilla, and her left tit was tattooed with the word Amaretto.  Each breast was injected with a chemical that would make her start to produce milk.  Respectful of the tattoos, her right tit produced vanilla flavored milk, while the other breast produced amaretto flavored milk.  She was now the source for the coffee creamer as well.