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I Have A Secret In My Shoe Too

Part 9

I have a secret in my shoe too
PART NINE
Story by Joy Cohaan

It took me half a year to recover from my surgery. Now I'm completely fit again.
I feel reborn, I'm a new person. But it hasn't been easy all the way. After I
told Victoria half a year ago I surely wanted the operations, the next day she
sent me to the hospital. The first day at the hospital, a private clinic, I
received numerous tests. On the second day I was brought to the operating room
and anaesthetized. It took them eight hours to do everything Victoria ordered
them to do. When I awakened that evening I didn't know at all what happened to
me. I did know though that Victoria never left my bedside. The morning of the
third day I slowly started to realize what had been done to me. Not everything
because I couldn't think straight due to the huge amount of painkillers inside
my body. I was in very much pain: my feet, my chest, my breast and my vagina did
hurt. The first thing I noticed was the size of my breasts. Victoria had told me
she wanted me to have the biggest breasts in the world. When she told me that I
thought it would take me some years and many operations to achieve it. I hadn't
realized what the doctors were capable of. Of course I did have huge breasts
already, but what I discovered under the sheets during the third day in the
hospital was completely breathtaking. I couldn't believe my eyes: on top of my
chest were two big balloons of at least 10 inches high. My already big breasts
were stuffed to their maximum size, the skin stretched to the limit. They didn't
look real to me at all. Whether or not I was sitting in bed or lying in bed, the
shape of my tits didn't change.

Later I discovered that my tits were filled with something new: inflatable air
bags. At the underside of my breasts there were two little one way air valves.
Whenever she wanted Victoria could pump up the air bags. On top of these huge
balloons through my nipples I noticed two big golden rings attached to each
other with a golden chain. The one piece rings and the chain were installed by a
goldsmith during the operation: they couldn't be removed.

I also noticed immediately that something had changed inside my mouth. I was
thrilled when I noticed what it was. Every inch of skin inside my mouth was
covered with the hardest glass nylon in the world. The sheerest of 20 denier
sheer nylon. Except my teeth everything was plastered of 20 denier sheer nylon.
Except my teeth everything was plastered [Image] with nylon: my tongue, my
palate, the inside of my cheeks and my  jaws. The nylon on my tongue was
fastened at the end of my tongue bone in my gullet. After the specialist had
covered everything inside my mouth with nylon he rubbed the surface with a
special hormone cream. Then he used a medical laser device for the nylon to be
melted in. The nylon stuck to my skin: it couldn't be removed ever again. Not in
my wildest dreams did I ever think something like that would be possible.

The pain in my chest was caused by the removal of the lower ribs. Victoria
wanted me to have the smallest waist in the world and to achieve that two ribs
had to be removed. The surgeon however had removed four ribs. I couldn't see
what he had done to my feet because they were in plaster. I knew of course that
all the joints and bones in my feet were fixed. I could never bend my feet or
toes anymore. The only shoes that would fit me were the ballet opera pumps with
a nine inch high heel.

Because the size of my breasts I also couldn't see what they had done with my
vagina, but later in the mirror I discovered it of course. There were four big
golden rings in each of my outer labia and two golden rings in each of my inner
labia. Attached to two of the rings in my outer labia on each side were two
unremovable two inch wide black garters. Of course there was a golden ring in
the foreskin of my clitoris and also the special device Victoria had promised
me: a three inch golden bar inserted through the entire length of my clitoris.
Only a surgeon could instal it because it had to be fastened at the other side
inside my belly. My clitoris didn't only contain a golden bar but also a spiral
of golden wire all the way inside. Every muscle inside the entire length of my
clitoris was wrapped in golden wire. This new piercing device was operated with
a remote control. When the golden spiral was activated all the muscles in my
clitoris vibrated.

Soon enough I realized that Victoria would never switch off the vibrating
function of the golden spiral. The spiral was implanted to develop my clitoris
into the largest clitoris in the world. By massaging the muscles 24 hours a day
it would grow and grow until it reached a length of two or three inches. In the
end I would have a little penis for Victoria to suck on. Luckily the golden bar
wasn't switched on all day because I climaxed immediately the moment Victoria
switched it on for the first time. Later I discovered the real use of it.

Also hanging out of my vagina was the new tube system. The main tube was
installed in my bladder with little tubes hanging out: one for my bowel, one for
my stomach and two for each of my shoes. I would never in my life be able to pee
as a normal person again because the tube in my urethra could not be removed
again. I had to empty my bladder in my bowel, my stomach or my shoes. Both my
vagina and my ass were stretched to the limit by an inflatable dildo because
Victoria wanted me to have the biggest vagina and the biggest ass in the world.
The plug in my ass was furnished with a sink plug. Attached to it was a golden
chain. There was a little hole in the sink plug for the tube inside my bowel.

The first sight of my vagina scared me the most. I couldn't imagine walking
again ever because inside and around my vagina so much was installed: the
inflatable dildo, the sewer system, the clitoris development system, thirteen
golden rings and four black garters. In the hospital I had to lie with my legs
spread very wide. I also discovered numerous little tattoos on my body. They
were half an inch or smaller but they were everywhere: on arms and legs, my
back, my belly, my breasts, my hands and my feet.

At least more than fifty tiny tattoos. Little colored drawings of nylon feet in
high heels, pointed nylon toes, the nylon sole of a foot, a high arch, a nylon
instep, two lips kissing a nylon toe and tattoos with the text: "I love smelly
nylon feet" on different places for everybody to see. After a week I was allowed
to leave the hospital. Because I had to wear casts around my feet for at least
eight weeks I had to stay in bed at home, but Victoria made good use of that.
She told me to trust her and not to ask questions.

She gave me a hormone treatment for my breasts and my clitoris to grow fast and
she drugged me slightly because she wanted to train me, to condition me like a
dog with a pavlovian treatment. The result was that I was asleep most of the
time. Without me noticing it every two hours Victoria stuffed my nose with two
extremely smelly nylon stockings. After that she activated the golden bar in my
clitoris till I climaxed. After I climaxed she removed the stockings again and
switched off the golden bar. She kept doing that for four weeks. After the
fourth week she didn't need to switch on the golden bar in my clitoris anymore
because I climaxed the moment she stuffed the smelly nylons in my nose. The
treatment had been successful. I climaxed the moment I smelled nylon foot aroma.

I was brainwashed, conditioned to react like a dog. But Victoria wasn't finished
yet. The next four weeks she filled my mouth with her champagne de nature every
two hours and again switched on the golden bar in my clitoris. This treatment
was also successful. after four weeks I climaxed the moment Victoria filled my
mouth with champagne de nature. After the plaster on my feet was removed and I
could wear stockings again Victoria kept me drugged for four weeks more. Every
two hours Victoria sat down at the end of the bed and started sucking my
reinforced nylon toes. Again she switched on the golden bar in my clitoris till
I climaxed. Needless to say that this treatment was also successful. After four
weeks I climaxed spontaneously the moment Victoria took my toes in her mouth.

During the twelve weeks of training I didn't leave my bed at all. I didn't have
to. Victoria fed me three times a day like a bird feeds her child and the sewer
system had been installed: two tubes inside the seams of my nylon stockings, a
tube in my bowel, a tube in my mouth and a tube in my bladder. The tube system
was operated with a remote control by Victoria. She made sure the contents of my
bladder found their way to my feet, my bowel or my stomach and vice versa. She
could program the remote control in the order to make sure the champagne de
nature in my body kept streaming from one place to other places and back again
constantly. So one moment my bowel was filled to the edge and the next moment I
could feel my bowel emptying itself and filling my stomach. But one thing never
changed: the smell of champagne de nature in every pore of my body. Sometimes
Victoria even placed a gas mask on my head attached to a water pipe filled with
champagne de nature. The air I inhaled was polluted with champagne de nature
keeping me aroused all day long.

After twelve weeks the pavlovian training stopped. I wasn't drugged anymore, but
the hormone treatment to enlarge my breasts and clitoris went on. The fifteenth
week turned out to be a very busy week. Numerous people visited me at home: a
girl from a nail shop, a shoe maker, a corset maker, a tailor, a hairdresser, a
tattoo make-up artist and a physical therapist. The girl from the nail shop
furnished my hands with two inch long false nails and painted them bright red.
Not with nail polish but with real paint. She injected each of my finger with a
special substance in order to make my own nails grow faster and to become
stronger. Victoria wanted my own nails to be two inch long in a short time. The
shoemaker came along to measure my feet and to make a plaster cast from both my
feet to enable him to make patent leather opera pump ballet shoes with a nine
inch high pencil sharp heel. She shoes would fit me like a second skin, like a
tight leather glove and they would be easy to walk in. The corset maker also
took my measurements in order to make my corset. She and Victoria decided that a
corset with an eighteen inch waist would do for the moment but their goal a 14
inch waist. They were sure they could achieve it within a few months. The heavy
boned satin corset needed to have 48 garters and special cups to push my breasts
upwards.

After three months hormone treatment my tits had become the size of the biggest
size basketball with almost the same shape and the same hardness. The tailor
also took my measurements (95JJJJ-18-40) to make me a new wardrobe. The
hairdresser bleached my blond hair completely white. My thick curly and very
long hair (it comes all the way down to my bottom) was backcombed extensively
and partly piled high upon my head. The rest of my hair hung down my back. After
that he depilated my armpits and my pubic hair. The tattoo make-up artist
tattooed my eyes and my lips. I looked gorgeous afterwards. I never ever in my
life looked so beautiful and slutty and I could never ever remove it again.

The physical therapist by the name of Vanessa came in every day. She had to
massage my feet to make my muscles stronger. They needed to get stronger because
I had to walk on the tips of my toes for the rest of my life. She also had to
teach me to walk in my opera pump ballet shoes. She promised me I could run in
them within a few months. She knew what she was talking about because she
herself had her feet fixed some ten years ago. She could even stand on the tips
of her nylon toes without shoes. "You can do that in a couple of years also,"
she said. "Why don't you have a look at my feet. Then you can see for yourself
how your feet will become after I'm finished with you." She sat down and removed
a shoe. She lifted her leg and brought it to my face. The moment I smelled her
nylon feet I climaxed. "Something wrong?" she asked. "No," I answered. "I can't
help myself. I climax the moment I smell foot aroma. I'm trained that way. I'm
conditioned like a dog." She was flabbergasted.

"Did Victoria do that to you?" "Yes," I said. "I envy you," she answered. I
examined her foot and noticed how rock hard they were. Every muscle was very
well developed. Her joints and bones were fixed also. I tried hard but couldn't
bent her toes at all. Her toes were deformed from standing on them for more than
ten years. The toes had sunk partly into her feet. They had grown together. She
also removed her other ballet shoe and said: "Look, I can walk on my toes
without my shoes on." She walked up and down the living room without the
slightest difficulty.

"But now back to work," she said. "I have a very special technique. Because the
muscles in feet are so tiny I prefer to massage them with my mouth, my lips and
my teeth in combinations with the tips of my fingers. I bite your muscles, I
chew on them, I suck them one by one to activate them, to develop them into
strong rock hard muscles. And because I know now that you love feet too I
suggest you do the same with my feet. In that way our sessions everyday will
become very pleasant. So I want us to sit opposite each other. I take one of
your feet to chew on and you do the same with one of my feet at the same time. I
need massage too because pointed feet need massage all the time, if possible
everyday to keep them in shape." She placed her chair in front of mine and took
one of my feet in her mouth. Again I climaxed immediately.

"Victoria's training also?" she asked. "Yes," I said. After I recovered I took
her foot in both my hands and brought it to my nose. I buried my nose in her
toes while Vanessa started massaging my foot. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
smell. After what had to be fifteen minutes Vanessa said: "Are you just going to
sniff my feet or are you going to give me a massage too?" "Sorry," I said. I
gently started kissing her nylon foot. I couldn't believe my good fortune, my
good luck. Before I met Victoria three months ago in that little latex boutique
in Amsterdam I had never kissed feet before. All my life I have been addicted to
smelly nylon feet but I had never succeeded in finding a partner. On account of
that the only thing left for me was make love to my own feet and legs. I almost
never changed or washed my stockings and kept them on night and day. Therefore I
was able to smell my own feet whereever I was. Because kissing one's own feet
isn't easy at all I often french kissed and sucked my own nylon knees. I would
sit on the couch in my living room watching television and meanwhile making love
to my nylon knees. I love the feel of my tongue on nylon covered warm skin. When
licking a plain knit fully fashioned sheer nylon knee up and down one feels the
ultra smooth and slippery fabric gliding under one's tongue. Licking the knee
from one side to the other side one feels quite an other sensation: the hard
glass nylon is grating one's tongue.

When licking nylon covered knees, or feet, or legs it is important that the
stockings are suspendered as tightly as possible preferably with as much garters
as possible. Taut suspendering highlights making love to sheer nylon skin. I
could lick, and kiss and fondle my knees for hours on end in the old days. But
there was no need for that anymore. Since I met Victoria there were plenty of
other women's nylon legs to lick. I can suck on Victoria's nylon knees and legs
and feet for hours on end. Licking nylon skin has become even better since the
inside of my mouth and my tongue are covered with sheer nylon. I don't even have
to open my mouth to taste and lick and suck nylon. All I have to do is rub my
nylon palate with my nylon tongue. Having one's tongue nyloned makes every use
of my tongue a pleasurable experience: french kissing Victoria, sucking nylon
toes, sucking a pussy or a cock, yes, even eating and drinking turns out to be
more fun. So I started licking Vanessa's nylon sole with my nylon tongue and she
noticed it immediately. She withdrew her foot and said: "Show me your mouth." I
opened my mouth to show her. "I don't believe this. Victoria did a hell of a
job. Please show me everything she has done to you."

End of part 09



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