The master's basement spans over 20 square meters. The bed I currently sleep on is a single bed plank laid flat on the ground, topped with a canvas palm mat and covered with a brown oilcloth. Behind the basement door stands a toilet for my convenience. The wall opposite the door is entirely covered with a large mirror. Under the eternal light, my naked body reflects a pale glow, with nothing to cover me. The mirror captures my curled-up figure, the high-hanging chains pulling at my collar, making me look exactly like a bitch, leaving me too ashamed to fall asleep for a long time...
The next morning, the master arrived carrying a leather suitcase. I quickly knelt down upon seeing him and greeted him respectfully. The master opened the suitcase and took out a corset and a chastity belt. He approached me, told me to stand up, and then fastened the chastity belt on me. It had two dildo-like rods standing erect between my legs, precisely inserted into my vagina and anus. My body convulsed, and my vagina secreted lubricious fluids again. Due to the aphrodisiac's effect, my body was extremely sensitive, and I was constantly overwhelmed by lustful impulses. My face flushed, and the master could easily discern my thoughts and the changes in my body. Next, the master put the corset on me, tightening my waist to 22 inches, and locked it at the back—impossible to remove without a key. Then, the master took a syringe and injected a liquid into each of my breasts through the nipples, and another syringe to inject the liquid into the muscles on the inside of my thighs. At this moment, my breasts felt full and swelled significantly, with my nipples standing erect. I begged the master to satisfy me first, to which he replied, 'You must obey me, and I will satisfy you. Now, perform oral sex on me.' I knelt down, unbuttoned the master's pants, and took his penis deep into my mouth, diligently moving back and forth. Soon, the master ejaculated, and his semen was all over my mouth, face, and hair. The master ordered me to clean it all up. At this moment, overwhelmed by sexual desire and unsatisfied, I pleaded with the master to remove the chastity belt. He refused, called me a despicable slave deserving of a whipping, and then tied my hands and hung me up high, leaving only my toes touching the ground. The master took out a whip and lashed me hard. I began to moan loudly, my skin burning as if on fire. I endured the pain of each lash, realizing it was a form of stimulation that only heightened my desire. The whipping brought me a sense of comfort, and without realizing it, I achieved satisfaction and orgasm, with my fluids flowing down my thighs to my feet and dripping onto the floor.
Thus, every day I endured sexual starvation, longing for my master to whip me or reward me, to thrust his member deep inside me. My master used to come twice a day, now only once. The food I was given used to be rice and stir-fried dishes, but now it's just cream, sweets, and apple juice. Due to pregnancy symptoms, I couldn't eat, but my master forced me to. When delivering my meals, he would remove my chastity belt so I could relieve myself once. If I didn't want to, I had to hold it until the next day. The anal plug of the chastity belt grew larger day by day. My master regularly injected me with lactagogues and aphrodisiacs. Now, my breasts were full and had milk, and my nipples had grown much larger. Every day, I had to express the milk, or else my breasts would become unbearably swollen and painful. I was three months pregnant when one day my master said, 'Yue Nu, you've been behaving well. I'll remove your chastity belt, and you can enjoy yourself freely.' Overwhelmed with emotion, I tearfully thanked him repeatedly. After removing the anal plug, my anus was a deep, gaping hole that wouldn't close immediately. My master told me to arch my back and began to have anal sex with me. I moaned with pleasure. Afterwards, he led me out of the basement to the bathroom for a shower and removed my corset, leaving deep marks around my waist. He measured my three sizes: now 36C, 22, 37, weighing 62 kilograms. By then, my belly had noticeably changed, slightly protruding. Due to daily consumption of cream and large amounts of sweets, my body quickly gained weight, with my bust and hips significantly enlarging, and my weight increasing by 4 kilograms. My master said it wasn't satisfactory yet; I needed to continue wearing the corset to maintain my original 22-inch waist while increasing other parts. So, I was put back into the corset, locked up, and returned to the basement... Due to regular injections of aphrodisiacs, my labia also became thicker and larger, often leaking with arousal, never dry, always in a state of sexual starvation. I masturbated constantly every day, and slowly, my clitoris protruded significantly. My daily diet consisted mainly of cream, sweets, and fruits, making my skin fair and tender, and my weight continued to increase. By the fifth month of pregnancy, my corset dug deeply into my waist. Some describe slim-waisted beauties as having a 'wasp waist,' and indeed, it's no exaggeration. By then, my belly was highly protruding. Due to the corset, the baby inside was pushed down into the pelvic area, significantly widening my pelvic bones, which had opened greatly. My uterus was pressed against the vaginal opening, making it impossible to close, leading to uterine prolapse that made sexual intercourse impossible, not even allowing a finger to enter.
The master took me out of the basement once again, bathed me, removed the corset, and then measured my three sizes, which were now 36E.22.39, weighing 65 kilograms. The master repeatedly said it was good and was very pleased. The master took out my clothes for me, and I tried them on, but none of them fit anymore. The change in my body shape was too exaggerated. Seeing myself like this, I didn't know what to feel inside, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face—was it sadness, joy, or shame...
...I had no choice but to wear one of the master's pajamas. The master said that now they would take me to the hospital for an induced abortion surgery. It was only then that I realized the master didn't want the child but was aiming to alter my body shape.