Chapters An Artist's Masterpiece Book 2 Chapter 1
April 2046
Nine months had passed by since Emily had been subjected to her “enhancements” at the hospital. Since that fateful day her life had irrevocably changed although, strangely, even to herself, she had, in some respects, begun to get accustomed to it.
The main change was the level of restriction that her outfits and modifications had placed upon her. No longer could she go for long walks in the countryside or play games as she had used to enjoy so much. Instead, these days, every movement and activity required effort, not just because of the restrictive clothing, but also because she was now meant to do everything gracefully.
Humphrey has said after she had been modified that one of the main factors behind the change was that she needed to be able to present a suitable image in public befitting the wife of such a wealthy and esteemed citizen. However, since that date he had never shown her off in public, attending any functions alone. He stated that this was due in part to her lack of preparedness to deal with her new form and clothing and so her automaid was programmed to deliver her a daily bout of lessons which involved her having to walk around the room with a book on her head whilst the robot corrected her gait and movements. It was awfully boring and tiresome and Emily soon got tired off it so one day she simply switched the robot off on the back of her neck and went to the drawing room to read her book. When her misdemeanour was discovered however, Humphrey was far from pleased and, to her surprise, the next day when dressing she was fitted with a new pair of gold bracelets. Her surprise turned to dismay when, within a few minutes, she could not feel her hands. They were not completely slack, curving slightly not unlike when she used her hand to pleasure her husband. They didn’t really affect her much except that now she could no longer grab anything (which meant no more switching robots off) but also simple activities like reading and opening the door became a lot more irksome. She’d complained to her husband of course, but all he’d said was that the bracelets affected the neuro-signals to her hands, overriding the ones that her brain sent and replacing them with ones that kept her hands frozen, something that he said would be “good training” for her since “ladies are meant to rely on their servants to do everything for them.”
What it had also meant was that she was now far less able to resist another unwelcome new intrusion into her life: bottom training. Ever since her husband first tried to enter that other hole following her modifications, the plugs in her bottom hole had been slowly upgraded, getting larger and longer until they were approximately the size of Humphrey’s member. Alongside this, every morning before dressing, Emily was now forced to kneel on the bed, whilst a metal contraption upon which a rubber replica of her husband’s tool was affixed, was placed behind her and she had to “work-out”, namely bounce up and down on top of this phallic monster, letting it slide in and out of her bottom hole. It was hard work, embarrassing and - particularly at first - painful. As the phallus slid in and out of her, she would cry in pain and then find the maid gagging her, a gag that was then not removed until her husband returned home from work. With time of course, the pain lessened as the intention was, and the pleasure increased but so too did her embarrassment as her juices would often squirt out around the dong, soaking the bed and requiring a change of sheets. Dearly she wished she could fondle her clitoris as she exercised, thus bringing forward her latent orgasm, but with the damned bracelets it was impossible and the soft strokes that she could manage only served to infuriate her further.
This was also connected to changes in her nighttime routine. Now it became de rigueur for Humphrey to programme the automaid to give her a short enema before they went to bed so that her bottom hole would be clean for him if he tried to enter it. And as the training progressed and intercourse that way became easier, he chose that more and more often which disappointed Emily, for she had begun to love vaginal sex with a passion whereas anal never really satisfied her.
But all of that aside, life was not too bad for Emily Battersby. Humphrey, although decreeing that she should delay her entry to university for at least a year whilst she learnt how to be a good wife instead, let her order all of her textbooks, and she would sit in the drawing room or on the terrace reading them, getting the automaid to turn the pages. And since she had little to do she could relax and enjoy the fabulous house and gardens where she now lived. And Humphrey, despite his strange kinks, was quite pleasant and kind to her and never once abused or struck her. All in all, she was getting used to things and coping well. Indeed, it was better than that because the following month would be her nineteenth birthday party and Humphrey had promised a grand party with her family invited and a new wardrobe for her (bustles were making a return again and crinolines going out). Plus, the sun was shining and all was jolly. She sat in the garden enjoying the song of the birds and almost forgetting that her corset had been reduced by a quarter of an inch that morning (17.5 inches now) when an automaid came to her and demanded her presence in the drawing room. With great effort yet supreme elegance she rose and tottered her way back to the house, swaying her enormous bottom from side to side as she had been taught to do.
Waiting for her there was her husband which was a shock since he wasn’t due back from work for several hours. He explained that he’d taken the afternoon off as they had something to celebrate. Confused, she asked what but he just smiled and gave her one of the two glasses of wine being proffered by the automaid. “To my darling wife who never ceases to amaze and amuse me!” he declared raising his glass. “May she grow ever more beautiful!” She clinked his and then drank the contents of her own and almost immediately began to feel dizzy before sinking unconscious into the arms of her waiting husband.