Since the rings are made out of rubber the result is an orifice which will always stay extremely tight yet can still stretch out more than normal muscles can allowing a person to accommodate much larger objects. When he had first developed the prosthetic he had envisioned that people would want something like that. In his mind having the surgery would be worth losing the ability to control the orifices with muscles. His mind saw an orifice as a place purely meant to be stuffed, preferably with something very large. He was surprised when every one who was offered the surgery turned him down. They all thought it was insane to have their vaginas or asses turned into holes meant purely for sex.

The surgeon found himself very aroused looking through the pictures that were found with the girl. He actually got a hard on when he first saw the girl still impaled on the saddle. Given what she had done with the saddle and the apparent pictures of her during previous sexual encounters that were printed off, she seemed to be one of the most advanced cases of someone into extreme penetrations. His job as the called in surgeon was to try to repair the damage and return the girl back to the state of health or in this case the style of life that she had come from.

The surgeon had brought two different prosthetics with him giving him two different surgery options. A trade off would have to be made with which ever surgery he went with. The trade off came between weather to give her back the way her orifices would normally work and the ability for her orifices to accommodate the more extreme toys she see seemed to enjoy playing with.

Surgery one would be using the normal sized prosthetic. This prosthetic would return her orifices back to normal functionality, at least to a level that was normal for everyone else. Her holes would be tight and remain closed up. The anal one would constrict to the point where her hole would close off and force her to use normal muscles to push out her poop since her anal passage would be closed up she would be able to have normal bowel movements. The prosthetic would be tight enough to keep the poop from sliding out on its own and force her to use the upper muscles in her intestinal tract to push the turds out. The disadvantage to this surgery is that using a prosthetic that is tight enough to keep her holes squeezed shut meant that they could never stretch out wider than that of an average penis. She would be able to have both vaginal and anal sex but only with normal sized guys and toys.

The second surgery option would be to use the larger version of the prosthetic that he had brought. By larger prosthetic was the larger of the two he had brought. It was actually the most extreme version of the prosthetic line that the doctor had developed based entirely around his fetishes. This version of the prosthetic would allow the girl to continue playing with the toys they found her with, the ones in the pictures and probably a couple sizes larger than any of those. These rings were larger and could stretch to levels far exceeding the normal sized prosthetic.

The serious down side was that the rings were also much wider and wouldn’t allow the orifices to close. Using that size of rings would cause her to have two holes that were permanently held open nearly an inch, but would allow her to have the capacity to stretch to over five inches in diameter which was closer to what was shown in the pictures. Since her butt hole would be permanently held open the only way to keep from having poop fall out at random is to use a butt plug at all times. Since her vagina would also be held open she would probably have to keep a dildo inserted to keep from having dryness problems.

Given the supporting evidence on hand the surgeon came to the conclusion that the patient would be happiest with a surgery that returned the size factor of her sex life instead of the normal functions of her daily life. Given what she was doing in the barn, the pictures that appeared to be her having sex with big objects and the pictures that also appeared to be her with extremely swollen ass and pussy, he decided that the patient had a major obsession with stuffing the largest objects possible into herself. In the end he decided that the surgery that best suited her lifestyle was one which involved increasing the amount of girth she could take at the cost of bodily functionality.

The surgeries took place over four days. Because of the worry of shock if the girl was to regain consciousness before the objects could be removed the decision was made to place her in a chemically induced coma until all surgeries were completed. The first surgery was to repair the girl’s anal cavity. The toys were dislodged from the saddle and the one in her rear was removed but the one in her vagina was left in place until two days later. Until the doctors had time to repair the damage they couldn’t afford to take out the object that was plugging up any internal bleeding.

Once the fist was removed from the patient’s ass the surgeon went about stopping the bleeding and inserting the prosthetics. The rings were put in replacing the muscles that normally would surround the intestines and sphincter. As the surgeon worked on repairing the girls anal track he found it very surprising the level of damage the toy had inflicted. Given the amount of stretching shown in the activates the pictures showed the girl participating in, the doctor found it surprising that so much damage could be inflicted. In the end the doctor used the prosthetic rings to replace the muscles for the first eight inches of her intestinal tract. To give the orifice a more realistic, squishy feeling, the surgeon added collagen around the entrance or exit depending on how her ass was being used. Given the way she looked in the pictures, the surgeon decided to add extra collagen to give her back the look she seemed to strive for. The collagen helped close the hole up slightly but also made her rectum puff out like it was fully engorged.

Two days later the surgeon finished the operations with the repair of the woman’s vagina. Again the surgeon found it surprising to find the shear immensity of the damage. All of the muscles had been ripped apart making the doctor use the prosthetic to replace the muscles in the entire vaginal tract. The dildo that had impaled her was massive but given the things he had seen in the pictures he never expected this kind of damage.

The day before the doctor had spent a long time studying this case. Most of that studying involved looking through the exotic photos of the woman while he had a throbbing erection in his pants. He had done work on porn stars that did all kinds of crazy sexual things but never met one who was this into extreme insertions. Two of his wildest sexual fantasies were that a woman would be used as or even turned into a living sex doll. The second involved a woman who likes to walk down the city streets wearing a short skirt and no underwear. Under the skirt she would have a harness locked on that was holding in place two gigantic vibrators that filled her to the brim. In both cases the woman’s orifices were so worked up that the lips of the vagina bulged out all big, puffy and inviting.

Never before had the surgeon met a women so into stuffing her self to the gills with toys. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement in the pit of his stomach as he stood over the naked girl on the table. Because of the way he was doing the surgery he expected that the girl would be back on her feet in a few days and healed in a couple weeks. Nothing would make him happier than to wait for the woman to heal then take her home and be the first to test out her new fuck holes. As he was working on her in surgery he was daydreaming about taking her home and double fisting her till she was screaming out in multiple orgasmic bliss. If it wasn’t for the need to keep his hands sterile in surgery he would probably be rubbing his rock hard cock right now.

Most of the surgery was over with. It wasn’t a short surgery by any means but he was almost done working on the girl. The last touch was adding the collagen to the girl’s vagina. Originally the plan was to add just enough collagen to return the vaginal lips to a state that was as close to normal as possible. Looking at the girls pussy lips the surgeon couldn’t get the image of the pussies in the pictures out of his mind. Ultimately all aspects of the surgery were up to him. In the end he decided to make a change to the surgery plans. In the end he decided to add extra collagen to both the girl’s vaginal and anal openings. He sculpted both openings into the puffiest orifices on the face of the planet. If Angelina Jolie’s well know lips were used as a comparison they wouldn’t be the puffy set.

Once the surgery was wrapped up the chemically induced coma was ended but the painkillers continued to be pumped into the girls system. It was going to take the drugs a while to wear off and be removed from her system so she wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon. But now that the surgeries were completed it was safe for the girl to wake up with out risking shock. There was no doubt she was going to wake up to a surprise but not one that was going to send her into shock. The surgeon really wanted to stick around until the girl woke up but he had to get back to his normal life. He still had no idea who the girl was; in all this time they were never able to identify her. In he end he settled for leaving his name and contact information for the girl and hoped she would be impressed enough with his work to want to call him.

When I awoke I was so groggy my eyes could not focus. My head was fuzzy if that makes any sense. As the fog finally lifted from my eyes I found myself in a bed and a room I did not recognize. Since I was waking up it meant I had fallen asleep. I racked my brains trying to remember where I had fallen asleep and more importantly what I had done that made me forget. The repetitive beep, beep, beep and the IV hanging above me told me I must be in a hospital. To be in a hospital would mean I must have been hurt but how. I tried to remember what I was doing last, if I was driving a car or something else where I could have been hurt. Then the memory came back; a pit formed in my stomach deeper than any one could ever comprehend.

The beeping from the heart monitor was now racing, as fast as it was going it wasn’t even close to the speed than my mind was racing at. My mind was still hazy so I have no idea where the nurse came from but suddenly she was there, standing over me trying to comfort me. As I slipped by into the unconscious haze of my mind she spoke to me. She wanted my personal information, I tried to give it to her but I think it only came out as an unintelligible babble.

That was more or less how the following few days proceeded. I would awaken at random intervals with no memory of how I came to be where I rested. Then the memories would slowly dawn on me, the shear panic that welled up inside me would be enough to drive my mind into an unconscious state and the cycle would restart.

Given the state I was in, the doctors felt it was important that they contact any family of mine that they could find. With the mental shock I was in they felt the most critical thing to my recovery was a familiar face. In an effort to locate information about me the hospital contacted the local news media. They told the media that there was a Jane Doe in the hospital in severe condition but didn’t give any real information about how the patient had come into the hospital. Their intentions were good but their imaginations were limited.

With little effort the news media was able to find out about a mysterious woman who had been found in a barn with reportedly self inflicted injuries. After talking to the local bible toting residences they were able to get a description of how the girl was found along with a complete description of all the immoral sins depicted in pictures found with the girl. Even in their wildest imaginations the doctors never thought the incident would gather much news coverage. They didn’t realize that a girl who nearly dies of impalement due to a deranged sex act would generate national news coverage.

The result was that my face was soon plastered across news papers and television stations across the country. It was in one of these news papers that Matthew discovered my fate. Matthew rushed home as soon as he heard what had happened. He cut his trip short and got on the first flight he could find to fly back. When the plane finally touched down he couldn’t have gotten off it and into his car any faster.

Given the town he lived in and the moral high ground they seemed to live on, Matthew knew the way the people would react. In the eyes of the people of this town, the acts committed in that barn were so perverse that even murder would be considered less of a sin. Matthew wasn’t rushing to my side. Instead he drove straight home to destroy his computer. His only goal was to remove any and all incriminating evidence.

In the end Matthew destroyed any evidence of his fetish then went about packing all of my stuff. The wedding was off in the biggest kind of way. He and even my parents shunned me. They all wanted me pushed as far away from them as possible. Matthew went as far as to admit publicly that we had been engaged but said he had no idea of the perverted activities I supposedly performed. He publicly criticized me to save his own face.

A week and a half after the final surgery I was finally stable enough to leave the hospital. My body was mostly healed at this point but my mind was only barely held together. The list of things my mind was forced to endure was staggeringly long at this point. First I sustained injuries that nearly killed me, then I awoke to find out my activities had been put in the news media across the country and even internationally. Because of the embarrassment I had caused my fiancée had dumped me while my family disowned me. Matthew had stopped by the hospital long enough to drop off my car which was packed with all my stuff and to tell me I had embarrassed him so badly that he never wanted to see me again.

Adding to my humiliation was the fact that I now had to deal with the new functionality of body. I now couldn’t close my legs because my vaginal lips were so incredibly puffy. I think my vagina was more bulged out then even the girls in the pictures who had used vacuum pumps on their sexes. Although I couldn’t see my butt hole it felt like it was just as bad. It felt like there was a baseball between my butt cheeks.

If only to add to the level of humiliation I must sustain, my remade orifices could not close up. The surgical implants held both my anus and vagina wide open. My doctor told me that if my holes stayed open then my vagina would dry out and I would have poop sliding out on its own. The only solution was to use plugs what had a flared tip. The tip needed to be larger than the un-stretched rings in order for them to stay in place. Since no medical company made any such device the doctors were forced to turn to an industry that did and find the best solution.

What they came up with was an eight long dildo that had a 1 inch diameter shaft and a 1.5 inch wide tip. The tip of the dildo could be held in place when the flared tip was pushed past the top prosthetic ring. It worked just like a butt plug just longer. It was long enough so that the base of the dildo protruded past my bulging vaginal lips just enough to grab onto for later retrieval. Again, since the doctors didn’t have many options available, the only dildo of this size with a flared tip also happened to be one covered with big thick veins. The dildo they found for my rear was the big brother to the one in my front. It was just longer and thicker. It had a head that was 1.5 inches tall and nearly 2.5 inches wide and a shaft closer to 1.75 inches in diameter. With 1.5 inches of length extending beyond the eight inches of prosthetic intestinal track there was still 3.5 inches of the 13 inch long fuck rod protruding out side of my body. It was also heavily veined, designed for the pleasure of who ever took enjoyment from using such things.

I was now faced with going back into the real world which was now fully informed on what they thought I enjoyed doing. I had to walk out of that hospital wearing the revealing cloths that were recovered from the barn, while caring a discrete cardboard shipping box containing two monstrous sex toys, some pornographic pictures and a digital camera filled with pictures staring myself. Along with all that I was walking into public with two dildos plugging my surgically enhanced sex holes. The only other things I walked out with were a hospital bill that was very large given my lack of insurance and the contact information of my doctors. To add to the ever mounting embarrassment, the bill from the hospital included all the normal stuff associated with a surgery and also the bill for the two sex toys currently occupying my body.

I was utterly humiliated with no one to turn to for comfort. My life seemed to be at an end, so it was no surprise to any one that I left the hospital that night with tears streaming from my eyes. A security guard at the hospital escorted me out to my car. I was thankful to have to the company; the world suddenly seemed like a very scary place. I was beginning count my blessings, with all the things that had gone bad in my life the only way to cope was to focus on what few good things there were still.