Goods and Services Part 2

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Nate glared at the two chiselled guards blocking the door. Don't you know I once stood exactly where you do you stupid meatheads, he thought. You could be looking at your miserable fucking future! He grunted with frustration. The guards' eyes were covered with dark sunglasses but he knew they were staring at his tits. How could they not be? They were so full and perky. The guards were staring just as Nate had done so many times before when they belonged to their boss's wife. Of course, back then they weren't slathered with baby oil and bursting out from inside a latex nurse's outfit. They weren't firmly attached to Nate's chest either.

The handles of the wheelchair wrapped in his red rubber clad fingers offered needed support to his body as it threatened to topple forward under the heaving weight of his new breasts – a predicament made worse by the eight-inch heeled boots laced tightly up to just below the knee. As a result, his glistening cleavage was thrust forward invitingly and he knew that the guards were imagining burying their faces in it. Fools!? He wouldn't be the last to end up like this. The boss, as old as he was, was ruthless and greedy. Nate's new form was proof of how far he would go to get what he desired...to get revenge...

Up until a month ago, Nate himself had been muscle for Salvatore 'Big Sal' Rossi. The old man ruled everything around him with an iron fist and that included his security, but it also included his young blonde trophy wife. The beautiful Latitia had proved to be something of an Achilles' heel for Nate and the usually resolute guard fell under the spell of her feminine charms. When the buxom babe came to him asking for help escaping her tyrannical husband, he had obliged without a second thought. Now with plenty of time to regret his choice, it was Nate who was the buxom babe with the feminine charms courtesy of the Artist's genetic manipulation device.

After what seemed like hours in the white walled room holding the wheelchair and feeling like involuntary entertainment for the pair of security guards, a door opened and a regular woman wearing a regular nurse's uniform stepped in. She beckoned to him and with great discomfort he tottered over to her. Latex crackled and squeezed his jiggling body with every tiny step while his pert ass swayed side to side.

“Mr. Rossi is ready for his afternoon bubble bath,” the nurse stated professionally as if she wasn't talking to a ridiculous genetically modified bimbo. “Also, you'll need to give him his medication,” she handed Nate a small pot of assorted pills. “You'll need this too.” The woman presented a second pot containing a single blue pill and Nate's heart sank beneath his enormous chest. The nurse cleared her throat to keep his attention. “Mr. Rossi requested I check you are wearing the waterproof makeup he bought you, because, and I quote, 'I don't want that bitch's lippy coming off all over my dick in the tub'.” She blushed. “I believe the last Mrs. Rossi was rather skilled at aquatic fellatio.”