The Story of Eve's Transformation
Copyright© 2025 by Lustysnake
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Eve is naive and has social and academic difficulties. She also has a brother and a sister younger than her. Eve does not know that the twins hate her and that is why they agree to help Simon, a rich pervert to take control of their sister to get rid of her permanently.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Incest Humiliation Interracial Anal Sex Enema Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
Madeline
It’s close to 8:00 p.m., and I’m once again at “Le Tsar,” the upscale restaurant in the heart of the city owned by my uncle, Svent Tamarov.
This time, it’s just me, Mia, Zoe, and Eve in a private lounge where no one else is allowed. Normally, Mia and Zoe shouldn’t have been here, but it was another condition for my uncle’s organization to keep the plan after the two bitches missed the trip on the yacht.
At our table, Eve sits across from me, while the other two women are on either side of us. As we wait to be served, I order them: “Zoe, get under the table and lick my pussy. Mia, you’ll do the same for Eve.”
Immediately, they slip beneath the table, and my cousin begins to caress my pussy. Judging by the look on Eve’s face, Mia is doing the same to her.
After a few minutes of silence, I ask, “Do you like that, Eve?”
She hesitates for a moment, then between moans she answers, “Yes, Mistress.”
At least I don’t have to punish her again. Earlier in the car, she had forgotten to say “Mistress,” and I pinched her thigh hard enough to make her remember the rule. Otherwise, Eve follows the instructions I’ve given her well.
A waiter arrives and serves each of us a glass of water. At least, that’s what Eve thinks. In reality, her glass contains a heavy dose of midazolam to reduce her stress and calm her before what’s coming next.
When Eve makes a face after taking her first sip, I tell her: “Drink, Eve. It’s for your own good.”
She obeys immediately without asking anything more. The last time I was with her, I made it very clear that I don’t want to hurt her parents or Simon, but if she refused my orders, I would have no choice but to do it.
The funniest part is that it’s the threat against Simon that seems to scare her the most. She still hasn’t realized that Simon is my husband, and that he’s the one who put her under my control.
When she finishes drinking the drug, I wait a little before continuing, because Zoe’s tongue is pure magic, pushing me right to the edge of release. Judging by Eve’s moans, she must be close to orgasm too.
Once we’ve both climaxed, I say: “Mia, Zoe, go to my uncle’s office and do whatever he asks of you.”
I already know what they’ll do: fuck him and half the men working under him in the restaurant. I don’t need them anymore for what comes next.
When they’ve left, I tell Eve: “Eve, you flaunt a prostitute’s body with those huge tits, but we both know they aren’t real. In reality, you have a very small chest.”
“Men who look at you think you have the body of a sex goddess, but in truth you have the body of a teenager barely entering puberty.”
“I’m certain Simon prefers women with large breasts.”
“You agree, don’t you, Eve?”
Eve
I feel strange, the drink was clearly drugged, just as I feared.
I was afraid it would be something that would make me act like a slut like Mia and Zoe, but instead I feel mostly very relaxed, and I could easily fall asleep.
Madeline talks about my fake breasts, saying my real ones are too small. She’s right that Simon prefers bigger breasts, but it isn’t my fault that mine are small.
I don’t say that; I don’t have the energy to argue. I simply answer: “Yes, Mistress.”
Madeline smiles and says: “We’ll reshape your childish body and make it into a whore’s body. A body that matches the perverse little slut hiding inside you. You have an appointment in less than an hour with a plastic surgeon to change your body.”
No ... that’s not true. I’m not a perverted little slut; it’s the others who force me to act this way!
If I had breast augmentation, it would never stop. Every man I met would see me as a whore. They would treat me that way for the rest of my life. There would be no way out.
Madeline adds: “Simon will love it, won’t he? Think about how he’ll adore you with real big tits!”
It’s true, Simon would want me to have big breasts. Maybe he will he love me more that way?
Madeline continues: “It’s not just your tits, slut. He’ll reshape your face, slim down your waist, and even alter the tendons in your feet so you can only walk in heels. This is a full transformation, my sweet little toy. You’ll enter the operating room as a young woman with a teenager’s body. You’ll come out as an adult whore. Simon will love that, won’t he, you slut?”
I feel so confused. Why all these other changes? Why would Simon ever want that? I try to rise, but my body won’t obey. I stumble and fall hard to the ground.
Madeline
I fetch my uncle, and with his help we drag Eve, barely able to stand, into the back courtyard of the restaurant.
While my uncle holds her up, I hit Eve with the butt of a pistol he gave me. I hit her in the face and I think I broke her nose.
Then my uncle lays her on the floor near the wall, out of sight.
I hand the weapon back to him. His face is serious as he asks: “Are you sure, Madeline? I’ll do my best to only touch you lightly, but it’s still risky.”
I know this part is dangerous for both me and Eve, but I believe it will help me in what comes next. I answer: “Be careful, but yes, I want you to do it.”
My uncle aims the gun at me and fires.
The pain is intense, more than I would have thought, even though it’s a superficial wound to my right arm. I turn around and see that he has succeeded perfectly. The bullet that hit me lodged itself in Eve’s shoulder.
My uncle quickly disappears inside the restaurant, and moments later I rush in, crying out: “Help me! Call the police!”
Zoe
Mr. Tamarov sent us to the staff lounge so the men could enjoy us. Once, I would have refused, but that was before. Now life feels easier, sweeter, when all I have to do is obey and take pleasure.
Mia and I are naked, on all fours, each with a cock filling our pussy and another in our mouth. Mia even has one in her ass, and though I know it always hurts a little, I’m jealous, because I love being taken in every hole at once.
I like licking pussies and being licked, but what I love most is being fucked by hard cocks, just like now.
At school we have to be careful not to get caught by teachers or administrators, but we already carry the reputation of little nympho whores. It’s not entirely fair, we don’t charge for sex. Call us sluts, yes, that’s true.
But it’s not enough to satisfy us. I go to Mia’s place often, and she comes to mine, so we can fuck each other with strap-on dildos. I prefer her place, because Mia shares her brother Noah, and he fucks us when we’re there.
I’d love to share Alexander, but that’s impossible, he wants to be a woman, and now he plays the submissive woman for Madeline and Simon.
The man with his cock in my mouth comes, and I swallow every drop of his cum. He’s replaced instantly by another, and I start sucking him in a way he’ll never forget. The man fucking me keeps a steady rhythm, and even if his cock is smaller than Simon’s, his stamina is incredible, and I’m close to climax.
Mia screams, and even though her mouth is full, I can tell it’s not pain but pure pleasure. The man fucking her ass isn’t finished and keeps pounding her violently. From my position, I can see the man she’s riding playing with her breasts.
Watching that, I come, and it’s only because the man fucking me grips my waist and the one I’m sucking holds my hair that I don’t collapse.
Being a slut, it’s the best life!
Simon
I’ve just had confirmation from Madeline that her scheme worked flawlessly. Eve is now in the hospital, receiving the “treatment” her condition supposedly requires.
After the ambulance took Eve away, Madeline told the police that she had stumbled upon a man assaulting her friend behind the restaurant. He was about to fire a bullet straight into her heart, but Madeline threw herself at him, and the shot grazed her arm and struck Eve’s shoulder instead.
The man then vanished, running off into the night. Her uncle, Svent Tamarov, backed up the story, claiming the attacker was a recently hired dishwasher, a man with a reputation for violence. He said he had tried to give the man a chance, but now regretted it deeply. (In truth, that man had died over a year ago after attacking a member of the Tamarov family. He will never be found, of course... )
Madeline’s wound was superficial, and after a quick check and a bandage, she rejoined the others waiting in the hospital lounge.
Madeline
Everything went exactly as planned.
At the hospital, Eve was incredibly lucky: Dr. Garado, a renowned plastic surgeon, had just had a patient cancel, and his team was ready to step in and treat her.
At first, Zoé, Mia, and I stayed together in the waiting room with Eve’s family. But after some time, Zoé and Mia left, and I remained alone with them. I was the worried friend who had helped and perhaps even saved Eve.
Because of that act, I was welcomed as a heroine by Eve’s family. I had saved their last child from the clutches of a horrible stranger. We talked for hours while Eve was in surgery.
Among other things, I explained how glad I was to have been able to save their Eve, unlike the members of my own family whom I could do nothing to save because I wasn’t there. I couldn’t summon genuine tears, yet the grief etched on my face was convincing enough for them.
As the night drew to a close, a final gesture sealed the family’s trust in me. My uncle, before leaving the hospital, vowed to cover every expense, crushed by the guilt of having hired the man who assaulted Eve.
Simon
Normally, I would never have been allowed inside the operating room with Dr. Garado, but I had paid enough money to make him let me in.
When I arrived, he had already removed the bullet lodged in Eve’s shoulder and was finishing the hysterectomy. Pregnancy would never threaten her again, and without periods, she would remain perpetually available. Two problems solved in a single operation!
The next step was to reduce Eve’s nose and lift the young woman’s cheeks.
Then came Eve’s waist. The doctor slightly rearranged Eve’s organs. The idea was to reduce her waistline by pushing some organs upward toward the ribcage and others downward toward the pelvis. When he was done, Eve’s waist was now permanently three inches slimmer, sculpted into the hourglass figure I had demanded.
The doctor then tackled the riskiest part of the operation. Instead of using silicone, I wanted him to inject fat taken from Eve’s belly. This fat, mixed with stem cells and a cocktail of hormones, was injected into Eve’s breasts to give her the augmentation I desired.
Normally, this wouldn’t have worked, but Eve’s body, and especially her breasts, were still growing. Her body therefore had a good chance of accepting fat taken from another part of itself. To further increase the chances of success, the doctor injected an additional growth hormone into Eve’s breasts.
Finally, after finishing Eve’s new natural breasts, the doctor worked on her ankles. He shortened her Achilles tendon and loosened the tendons at the front of her ankle. Eve’s feet could now slip into five-inch heels without difficulty, though it would be painful and hard for her to keep her feet flat.
Even during the operation, while her body was covered by a surgical drape, I could see that Eve now had the body I wanted, designed for one thing only: sex.
At the end of the operation, I slipped away so I would not be seen.
Madeline
After hours of playing the role of the anxious friend with Eve’s parents, Dr. Garado finally appeared in the waiting room around two in the morning, his face tired but carrying good news.
He told them Eve would survive. However, the attacker had shredded the Achilles tendons in both her feet, condemning her to struggle with walking. But most importantly, he warned Eve’s parents that he had been forced to perform major reconstructive surgery on her face. She would still be beautiful, though her face would look a little different. Eve’s parents were so relieved that they didn’t care. Their daughter was going to be fine.
Eve
I wake up in a hospital bed, pain stabbing me everywhere. I try to move, but nothing works. I don’t understand what’s happening to me.
I whisper. “What ... what happened to me?”
A face leans over me, and it’s Madeline who says: “Good morning, Eve. How’s my little slut this morning?”
Before I can even think of answering, she adds: “The surgeries went smoothly, and you’ll be pleased to learn your body is now exactly as it should be, for a little whore.
“Your parents will arrive soon, and I wanted to make sure you understand how to respond from now on: You were returning from the bathroom when someone struck you and hauled you to the back of the restaurant. Beyond that, you remember nothing. Got it?”
“You’ll also have to say the same thing to the police when they come to question you.”
“I’m going to sleep now, but I’ll be back in a few hours to keep you company and give you more instructions.”
“Don’t forget, our organization can reach your parents and your Simon without any problem. So, if you decided not to obey me, they would be the first to pay.”
She walks away, leaving me alone, and I struggle to piece together what she just told me.
Why would anyone attack me?
As for saying I don’t remember anything except that, it will be easy, I don’t even remember being attacked at all.
Madeline’s threat feels pointless. Just before the world blurred into haze, I remember her talking about surgery to remake my breasts.
If they were able to arrange that, they can do anything.
I am so tired.
As sleep drags me under again, one thought clings to me: I miss Simon. I wish he were here with me.
Madeline
Eve’s recovery, considering all the operations she has undergone, is progressing well.
After four days, they have removed the medication, and she remains in the hospital only to ensure she develops no complications. At least, that’s the official version.
In reality, Dr. Garado wants to use Eve’s last days in the hospital to play with the young woman’s new body.
Eve’s parents spend their evenings with her, and while they are at work, I keep her company, sometimes with Mia or Zoe joining me.
I laugh inside at how thankful Eve’s parents are for my constant presence. They have no idea that I am the reason she lies in this bed, nor the things I’ve already done and the things I still intend to do.
Eve
It has been four days that I’ve been stuck in bed, and today, after gradually reducing my medication, they finally removed the IV catheter and the urinary tube.
The pain isn’t too bad, except when I try to move.
I just want to go home. Not only to get out of this hospital, but because I can’t stand having Madeline around me all the time.
She spends the day by my side, and at night, headphones are placed over my ears. I hear myself moaning with pleasure. Over those sounds, Madeline’s voice repeats the same sentences, or variations of them:
“Eve, you are made to come and to give pleasure to others. Your body has only one function, to give and receive pleasure. You are a slut.”
“Your mouth is made to give pleasure to men and women, your ass is a receptacle for sperm, just like your pussy!”
“You are a slut. You must suck cocks and pussies. Cocks and pussies, that’s all that matters.”
I feel like they’re trying to turn me into a slut, but I’m not that. I’m not like that! The only reason I ever behave that way is because they make me, not because I want to.
That’s when I hear my bedroom door open. I turn my head and see Madeline, Mia, and Zoe come in and close it behind them.
Madeline says: “Good morning, little slut. We won’t be disturbed; I told the nurse on duty I’d call for help if you needed anything.”
The three women come closer, and Madeline continues: “It’s time to see if the operation was truly a success.”
I don’t understand what she wants to see. She already made me look in a mirror—at my huge breasts, my slimmer hips, and a face so different I barely recognize myself.
Mia settles between my legs and lifts my hospital gown. I want to close my legs, but the pain is too much, and besides, Mia holds them apart with her hands on my thighs. The next instant, the tongue of my “friend” begins to caress me.
Meanwhile, Madeline opens the top of my gown and exposes my immense breasts. She places her hand on them and starts stroking gently. My nipples harden almost instantly, and Madeline smiles, saying: “It looks like Dr. Garado’s operation is a success.”
She leans down and takes one of my breasts into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and sucking. My breasts, before the operation, were very sensitive, and it is clearly still the case. Zoe moves to the other side of the bed and does the same with my other breast.
With Mia teasing me down there and the others sucking at my breasts, the feelings are too much, I moan without meaning to.
I don’t want to come, but under the caresses of these women, I’m driven fast toward orgasm.
I’m nearly there when Zoe and Madeline release my breasts and rise, and Mia stops working me with her tongue.
Part of me is relieved—I haven’t climaxed—but another part is frustrated that I didn’t.
Mia, following Madeline’s nod, slips out of the room. Madeline settles onto a stool by my bed and spreads her thighs. Zoe instantly drops to her knees before her and begins licking her cunt. It’s obscene, yet I can’t stop watching Zoe’s tongue glide over Madeline’s sex as she demands: “So, how do you like your new tits, slut? Sensitive, aren’t they?”
Without thinking, I answer: “Yes.”
Madeline immediately clamps down on my nipple, hard, saying in a harsh voice: “What?”
The pain is intense, and I realize I’ve once again forgotten the rule my mistress gave me. I say: “Yes, mistress.”
For long minutes Madeline stays silent, her face and her moans showing how much she savors the pleasure Zoe’s tongue brings her.
Then she climaxes.
The two women rise. Zoe slips back between my thighs and resumes licking me, while Madeline seizes my breasts again, stroking them.
The pleasure builds fast, and I’m once more on the edge of the orgasm I missed earlier. I’m about to climax when Madeline’s voice cuts sharp: “Enough!”
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