Chapter 1 - “Lip Day”

“Wake up, sweetheart….” Cooed a voice to me in the depth of my sleep. Dreaming happy bimbo thoughts, I stirred in my sleep to open my eyes to the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on.

My husband, 

6’3, with a slightly muscular build, dark styled hair, clean shaven, rich dark hair across his muscular arms and hands that gently caressed my face, and a wicked, mischievous grin on his face that I loved so much.

 “Time to wake up sweetheart. I laid out your outfit on the side of the bed. Go freshen up and look beautiful for me, and then come jump in the car with me. I have a special surprise for you today that we’re both going to enjoy!” Mark said as he gave me a light smack on my ass, grinned and then walked out of the bedroom.



I had no idea what he had in store for me, but the anticipation was already too much to hide! The last time my husband surprised me, I was chained to the kitchen island like a helpless turkey being stuffed and prepared on Thanksgiving while his friends used my holes for their amusement and drank beer all night long until my ass was black and blue, and I had cum pouring out of every one of my hole in complete excess!

I quickly got ready, as not to disappoint my husband, and ran to the bathroom to put on my makeup after slipping on the small, Ill-fitting black dress Mark had picked out for me.



My husband trained me to be a perfect trophy wife from our very first date, and has never missed a beat since. He explained on our first date that he had very…Specific…Set of high expectations on how I was to present myself and pleasure him at all times in his presence. 

The moment that sealed the deal from the beginning of our first date, and every day since, was the casual, yet deliberate demeanor and presence in which he looked down at me and lifted my chin upwards to his gaze, telling me that he already had a plan decided for me. Made perfect by his slight sadistic, wicked handsome grin that could melt me into a puddle of submission right on the spot with just a quick flash of it.



I was his grand design, his most prized possession. He finally found a girl willing to give herself in her entirety, body, heart & mind to the depravity of his mind, and I was that girl.



If my body could’ve melted and turned into a submissive puddle of liquid it would’ve happened right there on the spot when I first met Mark and I looked up helplessly into his eyes, like a lost lamb needing herding, but by the big bad wolf! I’ve always been helpless in his arms and unable to be reluctant to his needs and commands, and he made sure of that by warping my mind from the very start.

I was hooked from the first date and he quickly took my eager submission and molded it into his perfect trophy wife. Mark liked the plastic look. I wasn’t certain at first, but he quickly reminded me that he knew what was best for me. It wasn’t long into our relationship that I quickly was put under the knife and had breast expanders installed, a 360° Brazilian Butt Lift, facial surgeries, fillers and countless procedures, and weekly upkeep like manicures and pedicures so that I’m always presentable for Mark.

That wasn’t all though — Mark craved to unleash all his fantasies and desires on me, and massive tits and ass wasn’t enough curves for his fuck toy, he needed me fattened, rounded all over, and softer and softer every time to the touch. It started with him ordering more and more at restaurants for me, until he fully revealed his needs and starting forcing me to drink heavy cream straight from the bottle while staring up helplessly at him, hungrily staring back down at me in need for a fattened bimbo. Unrelenting.



Mark controls and owns every single aspect of my life and I wouldn’t want it any other way! At first it was a little alarming when Mark told me he was going to monitor and track all of my internet usage/texts/phone calls and put a tracker on me so he can watch where I am at all times on the GPS and be notified if I leave the house, but then he explained that it was just to keep me safe and to make sure he’s always able to make sure where to find me if I ever get lost!

I wanted a big wedding, but Mark didn’t want to do that.

After begging he finally agreed to give me my dream wedding, but leading up to the wedding date Mark was very aggressive with ensuring that my expanders were filled more and more, and that my daily intake of calories was upped. The constant heavy cream became layers of soft lard around me, further trapping me into a state of ruin in his spiderweb of needs. The more swollen I became, the more helpless and dependent I became. He knew exactly what he was doing to bind the rest of my life to him, which is exactly what he wanted.

He kept taking me back to the surgeon for fills and I finally plucked up the courage to tell him that I was nervous about the dress not fitting properly after nearly 100lbs gained and the sheer size of my expanders, when he retorted, “What did I tell you about thinking? Hm, DumDum? Do you think you know better than me?” As he grabbed the back of my hair and slapped me hard across the face.

“…No daddy….” I mutter out between a defeated sob.

“I just want to look perfect for you!” I say fighting back a tear and looking up at Mark, as he lets go of my hair and I run in to immediately embrace him, close my eyes, curl up in his arms and nuzzle my head in his chest…Exactly as he intended.

“I know you do, pet. I know you do.” Mark said behind a smirk as he pet my hair.



My expanders were filled one last time before my wedding date, as I lay helpless to another round of saline being pumped into my overfilled Expanders, with Mark hungrily and sadistically grinning in the corner as he held my hand and watched his inflated fucktoy swell for his pleasure, knowing there would be no big wedding, only an elopement and that I’d remain his secret fetish locked away from the rest of the world, only let out of his home to be inflated and filled with more plastic and put under the knife again and again for his pleasure.



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� ��I finished putting on the final touches to my makeup, slid on my heels and quickly made my way to the car, feeling the immensity of my curves sway with every step, where Mark was already waiting in the driver seat. 

“Ready for a drive, sweet girl?” Mark asked slyly.



“Where to?!” I asked excitedly!



“Now why would I spoil your surprise so early? Patience bimbo, I’ll tell you when we get there!” He said as he started the car and we took off.



About 20 minutes of silent anticipation on my part, we arrived at a MedSpa clinic and like a lost puppy, I cocked my head at my husband in confusion for what for.



“Haha, don’t give me that look…I made you a very special appointment today! We’re going to put another 6ml of filler in each of your already plump lips, my precious bimbo!” Mark said.



“But…But, they’re already so big? They’ll curl up under my nose!” I said panicked.



Without another blink of an eye, Mark reached over and grabbed me by my plump, filled upper lip and looked threateningly into my eyes.



“These are my lips. I say what happens to my property. Don’t I? Now…Say, ‘They’re too small, daddy…’” Mark said, still holding onto my lip.



“Too small, daddy….” I said in defeat and still panic.

“I don’t care if they take up the hole bottom half of your face. I want huge cock pillows on you and that’s what I’m going to have. The only person you have to look good for is me.” Mark said as he let go of my lips and motioned for me to step out and walk into the clinic with him.



We stepped inside and made our way to the injection room and waited while the technician got prepped. She started to hand the paperwork to me, before Mark quickly took it from her and signed it for me. 

“I want 6ml of Juvaderm Voluma in each of her lips. The more projection the better.” Mark said as he slipped the technician a $100 bill.



The technician knew exactly what to do and quickly made haste to numb my lips and prep the syringes for my lips. Meanwhile, Mark was seated in the corner with a menacing grin on his face, ready for his bimbo to put on a show for him.



As the technician began to inject me and I winced at the pain, I saw Mark’s cock harden in his jeans and his hand slowly start to rub his hardness through the denim, getting off on my pain and knowing that he’s about to have brand new cock pillows to play with! This kept on for well over an hour until there was no more possible room for anymore filler without my lips bursting open. The technician held the mirror to me and I was horrified to see two giant massive lips staring back at me and pushing past the underneath of my nose!



I wiped away my tears and smiled at Mark as he escorted me back to the car and gave me a kiss on the forehead, while I held the ice pack against my massive new cock pillows that had been inflated to extreme levels.



When we got back home, Mark had me kneel in front of him and remove the ice pack so he inspect his new prize.



“Such a good bimbo for daddy….Look at you….I just about came all over in my pants watching her fill your lips and now you can’t suck my cock because you’re healing! That’s not very fair to daddy, now is it?” Mark said slyly, while taking out his hard throbbing cock and stroking the precum up and down his shaft.



“No daddy…” I replied looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

 “That’s my girl…Now, daddy is going to just lightly trace his cock around those lips and then I’m going to cum all over your pretty face. Is that understood?”



“Yes daddy!” I replied urgently.



Mark was already on the brink of cumming and was harder than I had ever seen him!



“Look at you….Those huge, freakish lips. Sure the world will think you’re some kind of freak, but you don’t need to please them and worry about what they think. You only need to think about what my cock wants. Your world revolves around my cock. If I say bigger, you’ll go bigger. You are mine. Mine!” Mark roared as he finished his degradation of me and shot the largest eruption of cum I had ever seen from him, all over my face.



Every inch of my face was plastered with cum. My false eyelashes stuck closed from the amount that poured from his cock.

“Now…Let’s get you cleaned up, put that ice pack back on those cock pillows and sit down on the couch to discuss what you’re getting done next.”

Mark said as he spooned his cum off my face with his fingers and slowly pushed them past my massive lips and onto my tongue to swallow.