A Glorious Change

Gloria felt head splitting pain as consciousness returned slowly to her, she raised her hand up to her forehead, or tried to before realizing it was strapped down and she moaned in pain as she tried to open her eyes.

The bright light caused her to close them tightly once more as she turned her head to the side and felt the harsh starched sheets of what must have been a bed that she was laying on.

"Ah, finally awake I see." a familiar voice sounded and it sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

"Robert?" she asked groggily as she once more cracked open her eyes and his fuzzy outline appeared before her.

"Yes Gloria, it's me. That fuzzy feeling in your head is from the sedative, I'm afraid it was quite strong."

"Sedative... what... what's going on?" she asked as she tugged at her bonds and looked down at the heavy white straps around her wrists.

"Why am I tied down Robert?" her voice more anxious now that the fog of the sedative had started to clear.

"I'd say you were restrained for your own safety, but really it's for mine and the staffs." he replied with a slight chuckle.

Finally things clicked in to place and Gloria realized she was at Robert's clinic, strapped down to one of the gurneys he used with his clients.

She'd only met Robert twice before, both times in social settings, both charity events that he and his wife had attended. What she feared though was that Robert knew that she had seen his wife many more times.

As if reading her mind he started to speak, "You know my wife and I have an understanding, our little dalliances outside of the matrimonial bedroom are fine. As long as all they are are dalliances. No long term attachments. If you had been satisfied with a few nights in Wendy's bed then this wouldn't be required."

Looking around Gloria felt like there was something off, Robert's clinic was on the 30th floor of a hi-rise, yet just outside of the window she could see green trees.

"Ah, you've noticed we're not in the city any more have you? Yes, well, this isn't my clinic in Manhattan, it is my other clinic, the one even my wife doesn't know about. You see soon after I graduated medical school and setup my city clinic, I was approached by a very rich client with particular tastes."

Gloria tried once more to pull herself free of the restraints but had no luck.

"Tastes that no woman would willingly submit to, but that with his almost limitless wealth he could easily procure an unwilling woman as long as he could find a willing surgeon to do what he wanted. I had to admit that at first I was hesitant, the risks seemed to outweigh the benefits, but he was quite convincing, especially when he setup this private island for me."

The shiver of fear that had run down her spine settled in the pit of her stomach, "Robert, I... I don't know what's going on, but if you let me go now..."

"Oh Gloria, we're too late for that I'm afraid. I've kept you unconscious for just over a week now, your old life no longer exists. I must say it was easier than I thought it would be, everyone keeps everything in their phones these days and no one things about the security of it. Why once the team grabbed you, all they had to do was swipe your thumb across your phone and they had access to everything they needed. You bank accounts, your e-mail, everything. Officially you book a flight out of the country and departed just two days afterwards. Breaking up with my wife over text messages was so cold of you. You e-mail, messaged and facebooked all your friends, telling them how upset you were and that you just had to get away for a while."

The knot of fear grew larger as she realize he was serious, "Robert... please... I won't talk to Wendy again. Just let me got and you'll never see me again!", she said with real panic in her voice.

She had intended on taking Wendy for as much money as she could, the rich socialite had turned out to be a much easier target than she had expected with her lesbian interests well known throughout the gossip circles.

"Well fortunately Wendy found consolation in the arms of a pretty young redhead for a few nights to lift her spirits. Why I heard she is heading out to the clubs tonight, on the prowl once more, with you firmly in her rear view mirror."

Gloria struggled once more, "Fuck you Robert, she deserves better than you!" she blurted out, her fear turning to anger for just an instant.

"Oh, and better than you too Gloria. Once I had your phone I did some digging, you've left quite the trail of broken hearts haven't you? And most ended poorly when they found out just how much of a gold digger you really were. But there was one in particular that interested me... Ivan."

"No!" was all she could say as she thrashed against her restraints. She'd almost snagged Ivan two years ago, it was only when she tried to siphon off some of his money with a little check forgery that he'd caught on. She'd fled as soon as it became apparent he was getting too close to finding out the truth, taking several heirloom pieces of jewelry with her.

She'd sold them on the black market for a profit and financed her return home, but she knew what he'd do to her if he ever got his hands on her again.

"Robert, look, we can work something out."

"I'm afraid not, after talking to a few of my eastern European clients to satisfy myself he was the right kind of person who would appreciate my work, I made a call to Ivan. He was very interested in my proposal and provided some very detailed specifications he wanted implemented."

"You... you can't... I won't go along with it, I'll fight you to the end! I don't care where we are, I'll find someone to help me escape and then I'll report you to the authorities and you'll be locked up forever you bastard!"

"No, I'm afraid not. This island is outside the jurisdiction of any country and even if you were to escape this building, you'd find yourself in the middle of the ocean with no way off. My staff are paid handsomely for their loyalty and you'll find them unsympathetic to your plight."

"Fucking bastard, I'll kill you!" she screamed as Robert walked up beside her and smiled.

"I'm sure you would like too, but I'm going to leave you with a little thought to occupy your mind overnight before your surgery in the morning. Your never going to see me again once you leave this clinic, in fact once you are delivered to Ivan I'm sure you're never going to see the outside of his basement. I'd suggest you enjoy these last few weeks at the clinic, I'm sure what comes afterwards will be far worse."

Gloria just blinked as what he said sunk in and then she heard the door close as Robert left her room, leaving her to consider it for the rest of the night.

* * *

Gloria had little sleep that night, Roberts warning playing through her head again and again. She watched the sun rise through her window until finally her door opened and in walked two nurses.

"Please! Help me! I'm here against my will!" she cried out as they both approached her on each side.

One of the scowled, the other slapped her face and spoke, "Of course you are, now shut up and do as your told or I'll have the orderly come in and put you in your place."

The shock of the slap was far worse the the sting of it, "Please... please..." she begged once more and another slap landed on her face.

"Go ahead, open your mouth again." the nurse taunted her and she closed her mouth tightly as they started to get to work.

First they ratcheted up the bed so that she was sitting upright, then they pulled the sheets off to reveal her naked body. She tried to cover herself with her hands but they stayed right where they were restrained as the two nurses started to bath her with sponges. They pushed the sponges in to every nook and cranny and then repeated the process with towels to dry her off.

"Now then, Dr. Tildon will be in shortly. I'd suggest you co-operate, he will not be so lenient as I was." the nurse that had slapped her said and then turned and walked out of the room, leaving her on display facing the door.

The door opened a few minutes later as Robert walked in to her room and smiled, "Ah good, I see they didn't have to call the orderly."

She let out a soft sob as her head dropped forward a little, her body exposed for anyone who walked in to the room to see.

"Now then, this can go easy, or it can go hard, but it is going to happen. The easy way is for you to co-operate and let me do what I need to before your surgery today. The hard way is that I call in the orderly and have him hold you down while I insert a stint in to your spinal cord that will temporarily paralyze you from the neck down and I'll do what is needed anyway. Of course the hard way has the risk of it not being temporary..." he said with a menacing look.

"The easy way..." Gloria said after a moment as her head fell even farther forward.

"Good, now chin up and keep your face relaxed." Robert said as he pulled out a surgical marker and started drawing dotted lines on her face. Soon he was done and moved down her her chest, then her waist.

"Alright Gloria, now comes the hard part. Orderly!" Robert called out and a moment later a mountain of a man entered the room. He stood well over six feet tall and his muscles rippled beneath the tight white shirt he wore.

"Now, I'm going to undo your ankle restraints and one of your wrist restraints and then I need you to stand up and face the bed. Understand?"

"Yes." she mumbled as she stared at the orderly.

"If you try anything foolish, my orderly is going to break at least one of your bones and probably more. That's going to delay things and you don't want Ivan to be any more upset than he already is with you now do you."

She shook her head and watched as Robert moved to her feet, removed a key from his pocket and unlocked each of her restraints one at a time. Then he moved up and did the same to her right hand.

She turned and draped her legs over the side of the bed before gently setting her feet on the floor, her muscles were stiff and ached but she managed to stand up straight before turning to face the bed, her arm cross in front of her as it was still restrained to the bed.

Robert continued drawing lines on her body, but now on and around her ass and then he moved down to her feet. When he finally seemed satisfied with the results, he let her lie down once more but this time with only the one restraint on.

He was about to leave and Gloria decided to try once more, "Robert... please. It wasn't anything personal... just don't send me to Ivan." she almost whimpered as her lower lip trembled.

Robert smiled, "I'm not just going to let you go Gloria. In a little while I'll be cutting in to that delicate flesh of yours, molding it in to something new. I wouldn't deny myself that pleasure at this point. But I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal. After I'm done with you today, there's going to be a lot of recovery for you to go through. The best case scenario would probably take 4 to 6 weeks for you to fully heal up. Worst case would be 8 to 12. If you fully commit to the recovery process, I'll consider sending you somewhere else."

She raised an eyebrow, "Somewhere else?"

"Yes, I have a client in China, he runs several brothels and I'm sure he'd find a spot for you in one of them. Unlike Ivan, he would have no personal grudge against you, I'm sure you'd be treated much better there."

Her mouth dropped open, "I... I'd be... a prostitute!"

"Yes, but is that really so different that what you were doing before? Of course if you'd rather spend the rest of your life with Ivan..."

"No! No... I'll do it." she didn't like the choices she had but perhaps she could persuade him to give her another choice if she agreed now. After all, Robert was clearly set on proceeding with the surgery and it was in her best interests to recover fully from that.

"Good. Don't disappoint me. You'll have to follow all of the instructions of the staff to the letter. I'll be providing them detailed instructions to ensure you recovery goes smooth."

She just nodded as he turned and left. A little while later the nurse that had slapped her returned and inserted an IV before giving her a sedative that sent her head spinning.

The last thing she saw was the anesthesiologists attaching a drip bag to her IV and then the room grew dark.

* * *

Gloria groaned as it felt like every inch of her throbbed or stung with pain. She tried to form her lips in to words but the sudden jolt of pain made her gasp and she relented.

"Finally coming around are we? Well, just hold still and I'll get Dr. Tildon." she hear the now familiar voice of the nurse say, followed by the clicking of her heels against the hard floor of the clinic as she left the room.

She was pretty sure she wouldn't have been able to move even if she wanted to, between the pain and the tightness that she felt in her chest, abdomen and feet. Her head started to clear by the time Robert entered the room.

"You'll be glad to know that everything went well Gloria. No complications and if I do say so myself, some of my best work. That might have been due to the... personal... involvement I have with your case I suppose."

"Mmmmmmmhhhhh?" she tried to say something but failed miserably.

"Ah yes, I wouldn't try and speak for a day or two, better to let everything heel up a bit first. Now the nurse is going to give you a nice pain killer that will make the next 24 hours just fly by, but after that your going to have to live up to your end of our agreement. Don't bother responding, I'll drop by tomorrow before I fly back to the city and check on my work."

As he spoke the nurse walked over to her IV drip and inserted a needle in to the it, sending the clear liquid in to her veins. It acted quickly and soon the pain no longer bothered her as she felt like she was floating on a cloud.

* * *

Gloria was still on cloud 9, or at least cloud 8, when Robert returned the next day. He and the nurse took several bandages from her head and before applying new ones, Robert took several photos. They repeated the process with her breasts, her waist before rolling her over and unwrapping her bum.

The movement had sent her crashing down from her high and by the time they finished she was feeling very uncomfortable, if not actually in pain.

"Wob... Wobert?" she managed to get out.

"Ah, how are you feeling Gloria? I have to say everything looks great so far, couldn't hope for more really."

"Miwwor?" she asked.

"Oh, not yet. I've just bandaged you back up. Don't worry, there will be time for that later. Now, I have to head out, I'll be back in two weeks. Remember our deal, co-operate with the staff and focus on your recovery. If you don't, I'll hear about it."

A shiver ran down her spine at the unsaid threat of Ivan and she just nodded her head slightly, sending her spinning once more as he walked from her room.

Over the next few hours as whatever they had given her wore off the rest of the way, the throbbing returned. It wasn't as bad as she had remembered it from yesterday, but it was still significant.

The nurses brought her something to drink and some soup that she sipped up through a straw before leaving her to rest for the night.

Once she was alone, light over her head illuminating her bed, she finally had time to catch up and take stook of herself.

The first thing she noticed was that she was not restrained any more, but with the way she felt she knew she wouldn't have gotten far even if the orderly wasn't only a shout away.

The next thing was the mass that now sat on her chest. She had gotten large implants at a young age, paid for by a sugar daddy, taking her normal C cups up to DDs, but what now adorned her looked to dwarf those by at least an order of magnitude.

There were sore and so she didn't touch them, but her hands did glide down to her waist, which was almost as sore, but she found to be for the exact opposite reason. She had always kept herself in shape and was proud of her 24" waist, but now as she delicately explored with her fingers, she knew whatever Robert had done had reduced it farther.

She knew he had worked on her backside as well, she had been sitting on some kind of cushion that suspended her in the air slightly so her bum wasn't touching the bed directly. She couldn't see what he had done, but as she tried she noticed her feet, both encased in white plaster casts with blue material sticking out from around the top and bottom of them.

She couldn't get a good look at them without putting herself in to a painful position so instead she turned off the light and tried to get some sleep.

* * *

It had been four days since Robert had left and Gloria was feeling much better and much worse at the same time. Her body had been heeling well, much of the initial swelling had gone down, but that had let her explore what Robert had done in more detail.

The first change that stuck out was her ass, quite literally. That first night she hadn't been able to tell the full extent of it, but now she realized it was similarly proportioned to her now massive breasts.

On the third day the nurses had come in to remove her dressings and it had been the first time she'd been able to see exactly how big Robert, or should she say Ivan, had gone. She doubted there were real bra sizes to describe them and unlike her previous implants that had looked mostly natural, these were round, high on her chest and unnaturally firm.

Her buttocks were much the same, they stuck out from her body and formed a perfect heart shape behind her.

But it was when the nurses removed the bandages from her face that she found herself still trying to determine what he had done. She could tell her lips were puffy, far more plump than they had been. So much so that she found it hard to fully close her mouth, but he'd also done something to her nose and around her eyes that she couldn't quite figure out. There was something wrong with her tongue as well, but her sensitive lips stopped her from exploring that mystery any farther at the moment.

What concerned her the most were the casts on her feet, they were shaped the wrong way and were thick near the back but thin at the front. Embedded in to both of them was a rubber heel so she knew they were expecting her to walk on them for a while at least.

The nurses had also given her several massages to perform on her self, several times a day. She was familiar with them from her previous implants, but it was so much harder with the large ones she had now and she had to do her buttocks as well!

It had only taken a single mention of Ivan's name to get her in gear though when she had hesitated the first time. After that she had dutifully performed her massaging, no matter how hard or painful it was.

The nurses were also documenting her progress each day with a digital camera, she could only imagine they were sending the photo's back to Robert with their notes and comments.

But now, the nurses had entered her room holding two crutches and she knew it was time to get out of bed in something other than a wheel chair.

One nurse stood on each side of her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and set her cast encased feet on the floor. Pain shot up her legs and she winched, but she continued on, standing up and taking the offered crutches.

Thankfully they only had her take a few steps before returning to the bed and she gratefully took the weight off her feet and rested until it was time for the next round of massages.

* * *

Gloria moved down the hallway with her crutches, if not gracefully, at least with enough skill as to not look like a complete idiot. The nurses had come in to her room every day and had her use the crutches, then twice a day and then every couple of hours until she'd managed to start moving around the clinic on her own.