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 Author: Persephone
Title: Natalie Triumphant
Summary: Natalie's father turned her into a perfect Bimbo, but he
neglected to ask her what she thought of the idea.  God had other plans.
Keywords: M+f, Bimboization, Ff
Date: 10_10_2016

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   Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.❤️ The author does
not advocate or participate in underage sexual activities.  If you are
offended by pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you
idiot.

   If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race. 
This is a fantasy, without consequences.  Real sex has consequences like
pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation.  Don't ever let
anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for.  When you are
old enough to be ready, relish every minute.  But right now, get outta
here, kid!  You trying to get me in trouble?



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   Natalie Triumphant by Persephone

   ...a sequel to Natural Wonders Office Encounters featuring the fate of
young Natalie...

   "Ohhhh god man, your baby is something else!  Jesus just look at that
bitch go."

   "Call me a proud papa," the biker-looking man replied, "that's $100,
bro."

   "Money well spent.  Jesus she drained my cock fucking dry."

   Both men paused to admire a young girl, who was wearing the remains of a
pink camisole.  She was on her knees before six men, all of whom had
massive erections and looks of hopeful appreciation.  The fourteen year old
blonde girl was unnaturally sexy, with a sculpted figure that would make
Angelina Jolie jealous, platinum blonde hair, red, pouting lips and huge,
48D cup breasts.  She glanced up at the man whose cock was in her mouth
with a look of desire and adoration, and returned to sucking his cock in
earnest.

   Moments later he climaxed, spraying her face with hot, sticky cum.  The
other men cheered as the girl licked her lips, wiped her face with her
hands and licked her hands clean.  She rubbed them over her nearly-nude
body, smearing herself with his cum.  She giggled as she teased her clit,
leaning back briefly to let them see.  Then she was on her knees again,
working on the next man in line.

   "God DAMN she is perfect.  Her look, her attitude, her...damn I don't
even have the words, Harlan."

   "The word is bimbo, Bryce.  My Natalie is the finest bimbo science can
create."

   "Science, huh?  Like fake tits?"

   "Well not fake, just enhanced.  It's a process some company called
Natural Wonders came up with.  But more than the boobs, it's the attitude.
She gets a regular treatment, shots that work on her mentally.  They spike
her sexual desire off the charts and drop her IQ a few points.  Gorgeous,
sexy, horny as fuck and stupid as a bag of hammers - swear to god she is
every man's dream girl."

   Harlan Gorisaweitz admired his daughter as another man added his cum to
the glazing that covered her face and body.  She shimmied out of the
cum-soaked camisole and danced a naked pirouette for the men's amusement,
before resuming her task on the fifth cock in line.

   "Dude, when you bringing her out again?  I gotta hit that again, oh my
fucking god."

   Harlan pulled his phone out and checked his calendar.  "Next weekend we
got a bike rally out west, then Philly two weeks after that.  Back down
here at Atlanta Passion Play Resort ...August?"

   "Fuckin A, sign me up.  I'll pay your fucking $100 right now.  That is
the finest piece of ass I have EVER seen.  A young teenager, so fucking
sweet....  And DAMN does she know how to suck a cock."

   The appreciative man paid his money and watched Natalie suck the last
man's cock.  Now soaked in several guy's cum, she stood up and walked
somewhat unsteadily to the bathroom.  Another girl coming out held the door
open for her as they passed.

   "Hey, you alright?" she asked, "you don't look so good?" Natalie smiled
an angelic smile at her, the kind of smile that melts hearts and stiffens
cocks, innocent with a hint of forbidden desire.

   "Harlan, man, what you gonna do when she gets older?  You know you can't
keep this shit up forever." Harlan Gorisaweitz turned to see an older lady
holding a beer.  She had the look of a woman who had once been beautiful
and was surviving on reputation.  She was in her late 40's, nude, and
carried herself with the poise of the battle-hardened prostitute.

   "What, Nina, she's fourteen, I started working with her when she was
just twelve.  I figure I got four, five more years I can sell her as a teen
whore, then she's 'experienced'.  I can milk this another twenty years,
easy.  She's my gravy ticket, that girl."

   "And you shouldn't lie about her surgery, Harlan.  She doesn't get
shots, you had her partially lobotomized.  I remember when you had it
done." "Yeah she gets shots.  Initial surgery, then shots for the sex
drive. And look at the result, Nina!  You said so yourself, she's the
single sexiest teenager you have ever seen."

   "And she is.  But I'm thinking about when she's my age.  Look at me,
Harlan, I'm an old whore.  I been turning tricks since I was fifteen, I
know where she's going.  But fuck, man, she won't have the ability to deal
with - well fucking anything.  She's cute and funny and sexy as fuck now,
but when she's 45?  55?  70?  You gonna keep helping her get through life?"

   "Fuck, Nina, you gotta live for the present, lady.  She's making me so
much damn money now, twenty years on we both gonna retire as millionaires,
I'll pay someone to wet-nurse the bitch.  File her taxes an feed her an
shit."

   "I don't know, Harlan.  Seems unethical as fuck, is all."

   "This from a woman who makes her living on her back."

   "At least I CHOSE this life.  I was fifteen, old enough to know what I
was doing.  You never gave Natalie a choice." Nina turned and walked off,
leaving Harlan with his thoughts and his daughter, who was throwing up cum
in the bathroom.  When she came out an hour later, she was completely
naked, cleaned up, scrubbed and as fresh and perky as a spring morning. 
She giggled and threw her arms around Harlan's neck.

   "More sex, Daddy?  More sex for me?  Pretty Natalie?" She ran her
fingers over Harlan's belt buckle with a wistful pout on her pretty lips.

   "Not now darling, Daddy's got business to do.  Go play in the pool,
okay?" Natalie shrieked with delight and dashed out to the resort pool.  In
minutes the naked teenager was splashing and laughing, without a care in
the world.

   Dinners at the Resort were usually served buffet style for anyone
present, and the dining room was clothing-optional.  Harlan wore black
leather biker chaps and nothing else, and Natalie wore a sheer, see through
sundress that was split down the front.  Other members of the resort wore
suggestive clothes, bondage gear, or nothing.  Harlan carried two plates
through the buffet line while Natalie trotted at his side, occasionally
stroking his semi-erect cock.  He led her to a booth where she climbed up
and sat on the table and spread her lovely legs.

   "Not now, baby, we have to eat.  I made your plate, you like this." He
showed his daughter her plate, and watched approvingly as she pulled her
hot dog out of the bun and started to suck it.

   "Dude, she is just obsessed," another guest said, "When's her next
session?"

   "Midnight, man.  Midnight Bukkake, she'll fuck and suck anyone there. 
$250 a head.  Wanna sign up?  Remember, you get one session with her per
visit."

   "Aww man, I don't got it.  No discounts?"

   "Free if she picks you, otherwise $100 for blow jobs, $250 for fucking
or anal.

   "Catch you guys next time, then."

   Natalie earned Harlan almost five thousand dollars that night, and the
next morning she danced happily around the parking lot in a string bikini
while he checked their RV and loaded his Harley onto the trailer.  A mural
across the side of the RV read, "Naughty Natalie, your teenage orgasmic wet
dream - Public and Private shows" with a huge picture of fourteen year old
Natalie almost wearing lingerie, the lettering tastefully obscuring her
privates.  Harlan finished his checks, and Natalie danced her way into the
RV.

   "Time to go baby, buckle up," he said, helping his daughter with her
seatbelt.  One final check and they were off.

   Four hours later they stopped for gas and Natalie slipped into a loose,
blousy sheer top that did absolutely nothing to conceal her boobs, and a
gold miniskirt slit in the front that framed and highlighted her smooth,
fuckable pussy.  She clapped her hands happily and skipped into the gas
station looking for the bathroom.

   Harlan finished pumping gas and went inside to retrieve his nymphomaniac
goldmine, but an employee met him at the door.

   "Is she with you?" he asked, without any introduction, "we saw the
truck...  man, she just collapsed."

   Harlan found Natalie as she was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.  "I fell,
Daddy," she said in her sing-song voice.

   "She was heading for the bathroom, she just dropped, like dead.  Fuckin'
weird," the employee said, "She gonna be okay?"

   "Fainting spell," Harlan lied, "she'll be fine."

   He helped her to the bathroom, and Natalie acted as if nothing was
wrong.

   Two weeks later, Natalie had the seizure.  The country/metal band Open
Carry Permit had paid a lot of money for the privilege of having the lead
singer, Mike Porter, fuck her live onstage during a show.

   They were playing the song Trigger Finger, and Natalie was to pretend to
be a fan who accidentally wanders onstage.  She was wearing a band T shirt,
split down the front and tied at the waist to accent her huge boobs, and a
pair of tiny Daisy Duke shorts.

   She came out from behind a pillar and the camera immediately focussed on
her, putting her image on the jumbotron.  The singer had three minutes idle
during the song's guitar solo, so he followed her around while removing his
shirt and chaps.  He grabbed her and ripped her shirt away, letting her
boobs fall free.  The audience went nuts.  Now topless, she faced Mike with
a look of adoration and lust on her face.  She fell to her knees, reaching
for his cock.  The roar of the audience almost drowned out the music as the
jumbotron showed her fourteen year old mouth eagerly accept his huge, stiff
cock.  She sucked him hungrily, eagerly, her tongue working its magic on
his erection, and eightythousand cocks in the audience became equally
erect.

   Mike spun her around and tore Natalie's shorts away, leaving her
completely naked, her soaked pussy a five foot tall image of teenage
sexuality on the giant screen.  He stroked his cock, bent her over and
prepared to thrust into her from behind.

   The band was soaring through the song, the crowd was ecstatic with lust
and excitement, Mike was on top of the world, a rock and roll sex god about
to fuck every man's fantasy girl, live on stage - and Natalie, right then,
blacked out.  She fell forward and roll onto her back, her eyes open but
unseeing, her body a marionette with the strings cut.  She began twitching
violently as a severe seizure ripped through her.  She lay on the stage
spasming and twitching for almost four minutes.  The band stopped, Mike
stood there stupidly, and the crowd eventually caught on that this wasn't
part of the act.

   Natalie was loaded onto a stretcher and paramedics rushed her to the
emergency room.

   Three days later, multiple scans and tests and prayers revealed what
should be impossible: Her brain was rebuilding itself.  The partial
lobotomy was closing.

   Surgeons and specialists from Duke, Johns Hopkins, and UC Berkeley flew
in to see the impossible girl, whose brain was accomplishing a miracle, one
cell and synapse at a time.

   She made headlines, the teenage sex icon turned medical poster child. 
Harlan Gorisaweitz soon realized he was at risk of losing his meal ticket,
and was left with the difficult decision of trying to ride the trend and be
supportive of her recovery, or take back his daughter, the girl he had
crafted into the perfect sex toy.  He played it safe and lay low while
Natalie continued to make headlines.

   Four months after the rock concert fiasco, Natalie, the gorgeous teenage
sex toy turned mental health poster girl, continued to make headlines.  She
was just the sort of thing that sexually liberal social media sites liked,
a gorgeous young sexed-up teenager who won the heart of the nation with her
sudden and unexpected vulnerablity.  Opinions about her bimboization and
partial lobotomy ranged from dismissive ("she makes her living on her back,
why would she need to think?") to outraged ("no loving father should EVER
do that to his little girl") to supportive ("if we turned more women into
brainless bimbos we wouldn't have to listen to so much of their bitching"),
but everyone followed the news of her miraculous recovery with interest.

   Harlan was quickly branded a menace and an unfit father who had pimped
his daughter out for personal gain, and was forced to go into hiding.

   Natalie had been scheduled to appear on Ana Garcia, a midday
social-interest talk show.  Ana's publicists had followed Natalie's
unfolding story with interest and were eager to get her on the show.

   On the day of the shoot, Natalie was ready to appear.  Still in a
wheelchair, still re-learning how to walk and talk and function.  She was
wearing a blue string bikini under a red gauze dress, her hair and makeup
immaculate.

   Ana opened the show by talking about modern-day sex slavery and the
exploitation of children, then went on to explain how teenagers as young as
13 have the right to choose a sexually active lifestyle.  While she was
talking, the screen behind her onstage showed teenagers in the Naked In
School program, and some profile pages from SexTeens, a social media
website where teens can post nude selfies and home-made porn, along with
videos of young teenage girls pole-dancing.  Her monologue ended with clips
of Natalie naked, sucking multiple men off at a time, and coming nude out
of the RV with Naughty Natalie painted across the side.

   "Until the concert featuring Open Carry Permit," Ana said in her soft
Latino accent, "you might not have heard of Natalie..." she paused on the
Polish last name "...Gora-shev-itz.  But after this beautiful teenage girl
became a poster child for brain injuries, there's no way you couldn't have.
Please welcome, Natalie!" She stood up and joined the audience in applause
as Natalie was brought out in her wheelchair.  Many people in the audience
gasped - not out of shock - but at her big blue eyes, angelic smile,
incredible boobs and sculpted body; her porcelain-fine profile and long,
blonde hair; Natalie was so incredibly beautiful it took some people by
surprise.  She waved politely to the audience, and reached up to receive a
hug from Ana.  Her caregiver wheeled Natalie next to Ana's seat on stage,
and Ana made her trademark move of sitting down facing the camera in her
black minidress and crossing her legs - was she or wasn't she?

   "Natalie, I understand you've gone through a lot in a very short time -
what can you tell us about what you remember?"

   "Bef-f-fore, or a-after?" the young girl stammered, and half the hearts
in the audience melted.

   "Start with before," Ana said kindly.

   "Daddy m-m-made m-me his ....b-b-bimbo," Natalie said, struggling with
her words.  "He had m-me get a lo-lo-lo..bot..oh..me to make me better at
s-s-sex.  Then aft, after th-that I w-w-w, was ha-happy all th-the time. 
He, he g-g-gave me shots to k-keep me healthy.  H-he said I h-h-had a con,
condition, I'd n-need the sh-sh-shots." Natalie was visibly struggling to
speak, and a producer quickly put subtitles on the big screen at the back
of the stage.

   "And you had a lot of sex?" Ana asked.  Natalie smiled her bright,
innocent-but-naughty smile that made every cock in the room wake up.

   "A-all the time.  W-w-we'd go to places, I w-would see t-ten, fif,
fifteen, twe-twenty guys l-lined up for m-me.  I made th-them all
h-h-happy!" She smiled again and relaxed in her wheelchair.

   "Did your Daddy ever, and please, think carefully, did he ever ask you
what you wanted?"

   Natalie paused to think, her face a scowl of concentration.

   "I j-j-just al, always wanted to do w-w-what he said," she replied. 
"When w-we got m-my boobs d-done, I kn, knew I w-wanted big b-boobs
b-b-because he t-t-told me I did."

   "Natalie, when people called you a bimbo, how did that make you feel?"

   "I l-l-love to be a bim, bimbo," Natalie stammered, "Daddy's fr-friends
liked me and ev-ev-everyone tr, treated me real n, nice."

   "What do you remember of the accident, Natalie?  Can you remember?"

   "I was going to f-fuck a singer, then I had, all the l-l-lights, l-loud
m-music I got a r-r-real bad headache.  Th-th-then I was in a hospital."

   "And I think everyone here is so glad you go there safely, Natalie." Ana
stood and applauded her and the entire audience joined in raucous applause.

   "Now, when you got to the hospital and they did some tests, I don't
think anyone realized at first the miracle that was taking place inside
your head.  It was soon apparent this was not a regular head trauma case,
and Dr Philip Sebastian of Duke University Medical Center was flown in to
supervise your recovery.  Please welcome to the stage, Dr Philip
Sebastian." Polite applause followed, as a grey-haired man in a white lab
coat walked on stage.  He immediately went to Natalie, who struggled to
stand up to give him a hug.  During thunderous applause, he took a seat
next to her.

   "Dr Sebastian, what did you think when you first heard about our little
miracle?"

   "Well the first thing I heard was that some hooker at a rock concert got
a concussion and I thought, 'Why do they need me?' Then I met Natalie, and
I fell in love, and at last I realized the significance of what was
happening."

   "Can you explain - for those of us who are not brain surgeons - what was
happening?"

   "Absolutely.  The brain has many regions that control memory, motor
function, emotions, and so on.  The frontal lobe - do we have it on the big
screen?  yes?  thank you.  The frontal lobe here controls intellectual
function, response, and behavior.  The frontal lobe, or lobes, were still
present in Natalie, but the neural connections between the lobes and the
cortex was severed, probably by a scalpel or laser.  This effect is usually
permanent, and the patient remains in a comatose, vegetative or docile
state, depending upon the severity of the procedure.  Natalie here had
received a relatively mild lobotomy, which reduced her IQ from an estimated
118 to about 75, and her intellectual response was equivalent to that of a
six year old child.  What we still don't understand, though, is why her
brain, this little miracle girl, started to repair itself.  I'm not a
religious man, but this may make me believe in miracles."

   "Can you tell us where she is in her recovery process, Dr Sebastian?"

   "Well that's hard to say.  As her condition improves, I expect her
recovery rate to accelerate.  Right now, she's - it's as if she had a
stroke, but instead of causing damage, the neural short-circuit actually
jump-started her brain.  She has occasional difficulty with speech, and she
is recovering motor function, but she's only fourteen.  In five years, who
knows where she will be?"

   "Thank you, Dr Sebastian.  Now, you may be wondering, as I was, who
would do something so barbaric to so pretty a little girl.  Well, the
answer might surprise you.  It was her adoptive father.  Please welcome,
and let's be polite please - Mr Harlan Gorisaweitz.  Did I say that right?"

   Harlan Gorisaweitz walked onstage in his biker leathers, with a bandana
around his head.  He was carrying a life-size model of Natalie in his arms,
cradling it like a favorite child.  The doll was wearing relatively
conservative lingerie.  Neither he nor Natalie looked at each other; he
walked past her and sat on Ana's vacant side.  The audience response was a
mix of applause and boos.

   "Mr Gorisaweitz, thank you for joining us today.  I know this ordeal has
been taxing on you, as well."

   "I'll be honest, I'm just glad my little baby's alright."

   "Can you tell us, how you met Natalie?"

   "Twelve years ago," he said, settling the Natalie doll on the seat next
to him, "My wife left me, taking our daughter with her.  I was devastated.
Now, I know I'm not an easy guy to be around, I gotta live by my own rules.
I guess I'm not 'husband material'.  But I knew how much I needed a baby
girl in my life, I was definitely 'daddy material'.  So I went to the
adoption agency, and they had this just perfect little angel, pretty as you
please, just waiting for me.

   "So I did the interviews and signed the papers and paid the money, and
this little ray of sunshine came into my life." He paused and wiped a tear
from his eye.  "She was two years old, and the most perfect little angel
you ever seen.

   Such a sweet smile...  Well, as she grew up, you know how little girls
get, and she knew she was so pretty.  She was beginning to get an attitude.
'I'm pretty, I can make anyone do what I want.' She was eight, nine, and we
had some fights.  And she was just getting more and more beautiful.  But we
fight, you know, she can be so pretty, more you fight she ain't so much
pretty anymore.  You start to seeing the ugly in a person.  Now 'bout the
same time, Natalie's like 10.  My friends, brothers of the road, we all got
the same ideas.  Natalie, she's so damn cute, they say, how much for a
ride? At first I was like, man, fuck you, that's my baby girl!  But they
keep askin' and Natalie, man she's gettin' worse, that bitchin' and the
attitude an' all.  So one night, we been drinkin, she come downstairs in
her little panties an' all, ain't got no top on, her little boobies out
there like God intended, and damn, next thing ya know, four, five of us got
our dicks out an' she's workin' em' like she was fuckin' born to it, man.
Jesus she was good.  Me an' Street Box an' Jelly, man we take our turns. 
My baby girl, she's eleven years old an' I'm fuckin' her like I'm in love
with the bitch.  So we notice, we give her dick, she's right as you please.
She's all Please an' Thank You an' she's fuckin' knowin' her place.  An'
when she don't get no dick, the bitch comes out.  So my buddy tells me,
man, there's this surgery they been doin since before 'Nam, man, set your
baby right.  Quick cut, in an' out, she's pretty as you please.  No more
fightin, no more attitude, no shit, just I get my little baby back.  So
down to Tijuana, right, we's got the money, this back door doc, he does it
and, fuckin' A, it's like night and day.  My baby is so sweet, she knows
who's the boss, ain't got no sass.  An' the guys keep askin', hey man, how
much to ride the bitch?  So I say, fuck, a Benny for a blow, two fifty to
be fuckin' her.  I dunno, I figure it's too high.  One weekend, man, we
turn over four grand.  Fuck me!  So then here it is, we got a business. 
Guys callin' me to bring her to rallys an' shows an' shit, she's twelve and
God Jesus so damn pretty.  So we start makin' it a regular thing, yaknow?
I'm buyin' her sexy clothes, she's lookin' so sweet, guys are fuckin'
linin' up.  She's suckin' an' fuckin' like a damn whore queen.  So this
guy, some doc, psych, he says hey, wanna turn it up a notch?  Make her a
real slut?  She's sexy as fuck now, just wait.  So we start givin' her
these shots, like twice a week, an' BAM!  Oh sweet fuckin' Christ, she's
all sweet an' funny an' sexy an' I can't keep clothes ON the bitch.  Real
class A bimbo material.  So then I hear about this bigger boobs deal,
Natural Wonders.  And I say baby, how big boobs you want?  An she laughs
an' goes Big Boobs, Big Boobs, Big Boobs, Daddy!  So we get the biggest
they got.  So now last year, bout, we got the business an' the shots' an'
the boobs an' the RV an we is just on top of the fuckin' world!  So then
she starts havin' headaches.  Dizzy spells an' shit.  Me, I'm thinkin' it's
the half a gallon of jizz she's swallowin' every fuckin' night.  So then
this concert, I'm thinkin' we're goin' global.

   So she falls out an' I'm worried as fuck an' now she's a fuckin' poster
child for mental health, an' here we fuckin' are."

   "Excuse me, sir," said Dr Sebastian through barely controlled contempt,
"these shots you gave her, what where they?"

   "Clozet-something.  Ended with an A."

   "Cloz...clozapine?  Clozapine A?  You gave a recovering lobotomy patient
Clozapine A?!  What the hell, why didn't you just scoop everything in front
of the parietal and throw it in a goddam blender?!" The doctor stood up,
knelt in front of Natalie, wrapped his arms around her and rocked her like
a baby.  A cameraman came in close with a microphone.

   "Oh god Natalie, I am so sorry.  I knew there was a missing vector we
couldn't isolate.  Oh please god not clopazine.  Not that." He looked into
her eyes and kissed her forehead.  "God, little miracle, why are you still
alive?  I love you so much." Tears were flowing down his cheeks, his voice
was breaking.  Natalie wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed his cheek.

   "Y-you fixed me, Doctor Sebo.  You f-f-fixed my head.  It's all g-good
now.  I love you too."

   "Excuse me, Doctor?" Ana said, her own voice faltering, "Clopa...what is
that?  We aren't all brain surgeons here, you know."

   "Clopazine.  So..." Dr Sebastian stood up and started pacing the stage.

   "I'm sorry, pacing helps me think.  So, dopamine, you may have heard of
it, dopamine is a modified amino acid - in the brain it has two functions -
one, dopamine is to the brain what motor oil is to your car's engine.  It
helps everything run smoothly.  The other is a reward-motivator.  Basic
primal brain function, do "a" if you want "b".  It also excites the
parabrachial nucleus.  In layman's terms, it means she is perpetually
horny.

   Now Clopazine, to be brutally honest, it's a dopamine inhibitor.  It was
developed to control psychotic episodes, it slows down the brain's neural
transmission factor.  But when administered to a patient who has ALREADY
had a FUCKING LOBOTOMY it should be a death sentence.  Slow brain death. 
They're oil and water, really.  I know what your friend was thinking, it
controls emotional response, lets the dopamine parabrachial response become
a primary manifestation.  That, is very tricky science that the average
'back door doc' shouldn't even be looking at.  Oh, dear god."

   He stopped, turned and faced Harlan.

   "I have spent twelve weeks with this little girl, fixing - trying to fix
- what you did, and by GOD I will die before I see her returned to your
custody.  Natalie, we are not finished, we still have a lot of work to do."
Dr Sebastian sat down heavily, staring at nothing.

   "Mr Gorisaweitz," Ana said, "when we return from break, can you tell us
why you have a doll of Natalie?  We'll be back after these messages." She
dropped her microphone and put her arms around Natalie.  "God, girl," she
whispered, "this is tearing my heart into pieces.  How are you so strong?"

   "B-b-believe in h-h-here," Natalie whispered back, touching Ana's heart.

   "Everything starts h-here." Ana kissed her cheek and stood up, shaking.

   "Dave, gimme 15," she whispered into her collar, "I'm gonna need a
minute."

   "Welcome back.  I'm Ana Garcia, and we are learning about Natalie
Gorisaweitz' miraculous recovery from a partial lobotomy and
overmedication." She crossed the stage to sit next to Harlan, who had a
lifesized model of Natalie next to him, dressed in lingerie.

   "You lived with Natalie longer than anyone.  Can I ask you why you have
this...model?  Doll?"

   "Because, like you say, I lived with her longer than anyone.  She gets
under your skin.  With her gone, I was going crazy...  I needed a
substitute."

   "This looks like, if I may be bold, a high-dollar sex doll.  Am I
right?"

   "Yes, these are plastic replicas of real people, made as...tributes.  I
had two made of Natalie, based on photographs.  And I'm thinking of
marketing them, because everybody's gonna want their own Natalie."

   There was a murmur from the crowd and camera three focused on her face
as Natalie slowly, carefully turned to look at the image of her life size
doll on the giant screen.  She studied it a moment and then looked across
the stage to the real doll her father was holding.

   With slow, deliberate movements she stood up from her wheelchair and
walked, step by unsteady step, to the doll.  She sat down next to it, the
doll between her and her father, and held the doll in her arms.

   "H-h-hello Natalie," she said to the doll, "you look li-like shit." She
examined the doll closely, checking the hairline and the eyes and the bust
size and the nose.

   "That's because th-th-they pulled half y-y-your brain out and left you a
stupid h-h-happy sex ro, robot."

   "B-b-but you couldn't co-complain because they a-a-also removed y-your
ab-ability to s-say anything bad."

   "You o-o-only knew how to s-s-say things you th-thought people w-wanted
to, to hear."

   "You didn't kn-kn-know how to s-say, 'No Daddy pl-please no, no more I
f-f-feel sick i-i-inside.'"

   " 'Oh n-no Natalie'" she said, imitating a big booming voice, "'You
h-h-have fi-fi-fifteen more g-guys to f-f-fuck.'"

   "No Daddy, I really h-h-hurt inside, I w-w-want to d-d-die."

   "B-b-but you c-couldn't say th-that be-because y-y-your head is so FULL
OF DRUGS," Natalie started shouting at the doll, "THERE'S!  NO!  ROOM! 
FOR! BAD!  THOUGHTS!" She accented each word with a fist, pounding the side
of the doll's head.

   "You kn-kn-know what's h-h-happening t-to you, y-y-you're being turned
into a sm-sm-smiling st-stupid s-sex robot, b-b-but you don't kn-know how
to s-say No because he TOOK!  THAT!  AWAY!  FROM!  YOU!!!"

   Natalie was going from violent to calm in seconds, having a psychotic
episode.  She had the doll on the floor and she was straddling it.

   "P-p-poor pretty N-N-Natalie, with your hair a-a-and your m-mouth and
why d-d-did you l-let it h-happen?"

   "B-bec-cause he never ASKED YOU if you WANTED!  ANY!  OF!  IT!  He
NEVER! ASKED!  YOU!" She was pounding the doll's face; the nylon shell
cracked, an eye fell out.  Tears were stinging her eyes, her hands were
shaking.

   "Please Daddy, no m-more, it h-h-hurts, I th-th-think I'm dying
ins-inside.."

   "'No,'" came the big booming voice, "'I just sold you to another
tw-twenty guys.  Start f-fuckin 'em!'"

   "Well hey there," she said, suddenly a charming little-girl sing-song
voice, "I hope you're ready, who wants to fuck me first?"

   "Because w-w-we all know that ALL!  YOU!  ARE!  IS!  A!  FUCKING!  SEX!
TOY!"

   Her face was a rictus mask of rage and fury, her eyes burning.  With
each word she was picking the doll up with both hands and slamming it onto
the stage floor.  The neck broke, a breast burst.  An arm was hanging loose
at an ugly angle.

   "You d-d-didn't w-want a daughter, you w-w-wanted a sex t-toy, Daddy. 
Why d-d-did you h-have to ru-ru-ruin me?  Why, Daddy?  You sh-sh-should
have j-just bought a se-sex doll." She paused and looked at the ruined doll
on the stage floor, then turned and acknowledged Harlan for the first time.

   "I broke your sex doll."

   Pause.

   "That's all.  Natalie is now, a br-broken sex doll.  I h-hope you're
happy.

   And you can go the fuck to hell."

   She started to walk back to her chair, made it about six paces and
collapsed, screaming, crying so hard she was convulsing, fists pounding the
floor.  Dr Sebastian, Ana and another woman rushed to her side and helped
her back to her chair.

   "We'll be right back.  Please, stay tuned."

   -

   "Welcome back.  We are learning a lot about Natalie and what she went
through as a 'professional bimbo' when her adoptive father became her pimp
and gave her a lobotomy and a cocktail of sexual hormone shots.  If you
were with us just before the break, you saw three of us, myself, Doctor
Sebastian of Duke University, and another woman help Natalie back to her
seat.  I'd like to introduce that other woman now."

   She knelt before Natalie, whose eyes were still red and puffy from her
emotional outburst.  Someone had draped a towel across her shoulders and
she was clutching it reflexively.

   "Natalie," Ana said softly, "when we helped you to your seat, did you
see who was here?"

   "N-no?  You and Doctor Sebo and...?"

   "And one other person, yes." Ana motioned and the other woman knelt with
her, before Natalie.  A cameraman moved to watch over the teenage girl's
shoulder.

   "Natalie, this is Lynn Peterson."

   "Do you remember a lady named Lynn Peterson?"

   "N...no?" Natalie sounded very small and afraid.

   "Natalie," Lynn said slowly, her voice on the verge of breaking with
each word.  "Natalie, I...  I'm your mother."

   Natalie stared at her for a moment, unblinking, unresponsive.

   Then a tear ran down her cheek.

   Another.

   With shaking hands she reached up and pulled Lynn's hand to her lips. 
Lynn waited, tears glistening on her own cheeks.

   "M-m-mommy?"

   "Yes baby, I'm here."

   "D-d-d....didn't y-y-you lo, love me?"

   Ana wiped her eyes and studied Lynn's face as she answered.

   "Baby, I was in a bad place in my life.  I didn't have a good place to
live, no money, I...  I wanted you but I knew you de-deserved better than
what I could give you.  I gave you up for adoption, I hoped someone would
give you a better life....ohh baby I am sorry!"

   She paused and turned to Ana.  "When I saw the news articles about the
girl at the concert, and the miracle girl, and...  I knew it was my
Natalie. I called Duke, Philip and I chatted...  she was still in a coma...
then your producers were putting this show together...."

   Lynn paused, collecting her thoughts.

   "Natalie, I want to adopt you back.  I'm in a better place now, we can
do this."

   A camera turned to Harlan, who was listening with an expressionless
face.

   He held the Natalie doll's broken head in one hand.  He blinked and
stood up.

   "Look, I'm no idiot.  This bitch could be anyone.  Natalie's mother? 
Prove it.  You ain't got no rights anyway, the girl is mine, square an'
legal."

   "Mr Gorisaweitz, please look at the screen," Ana said.

   The screen displayed Natalie's birth certificate and original adoption
papers signed by Lynn Peterson, along with Lynn's driver's license.

   "So?" he said, even though he knew he'd already lost.  "Baby's mine," he
mumbled.

   "Natalie was your adopted daughter, sir." Dr Sebastian replied, "Well,
at this moment I suppose she legally still is.  But show these documents
and a transcript of this program to any court in the country, they'll take
her away as fast as you can blink."

   "I done nothing illegal!" Harlan protested.

   "To an extent, you're right," Ana said, "Teenage prostitution is not
illegal.  Teenage nudity and sexuality are not illegal.  My daughter Selene
is 15, she loves stripping nude and being photographed having sex in public
places.  Because she wants to do it.  It's her decision, and I encourage
it. There are dozens of websites devoted to teenage porn, girls as young as
twelve post nude selfies.  Bimboism is not illegal.  But!  Forced surgery
resulting in brain damage?  Dispensing controlled substances without a
prescription?  Denying another person the right to choose their own fate?
Those, oh my god.  Mr Gorisaweitz, that's a line you crossed two years
ago." She paused and took a deep breath.  "There is an easier way to
resolve this." she said, "Natalie, who do you want to go home with?"

   The fourteen year old beauty climbed into Lynn's lap and held on like
her life depended on it, and the audience broke into wild applause.

   "Our lawyers will initiate the adoption revocation today," Ana said,
"and the Ana Garcia Show will cover the legal fees."

   "Little baby," Lynn said, her voice breaking, "you're coming home."

   Epilogue One - One year later

   "Mom!  Over here, look!" Natalie waded naked through the hip-deep, clear
Caribbean water, a bag of seashells in one hand, "look at this one!" She
reached into the clear water and help up a bright pink conch shell larger
than her hand.

   "Little bird, it's beautiful!" Lynn replied.  Sunlight glinted off their
nude, wet bodies as mother and daughter embraced and kissed as lovers.

   "Come back to the beach house, I've got something to show you," Lynn
said breathlessly when they separated.  They ran up the beach hand in hand,
Natalie's big boobs swaying as they ran, and collapsed onto the beach house
patio laughing like children.  Lynn rolled her daughter into a hug and
kissed her again, admiring her face in the sunlight.

   "God, you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world.  Everybody
loves you."

   "I get used to it," Natalie replied cooly.  "So watcha got?" She slipped
her arm around her mother's body and kissed her shoulder.

   "We got the cash settlement from - from him.  Open it."

   Natalie tore the envelope open, read the cover letter and handed it to
Lynn.

   "Natalie Peterson," she said, her voice shaking, "we're millionaires!"
She took Natalie into her arms and kissed her softly, leading her to the
bedroom.

   Epilogue Two - Fourteen Years Later

   'Lobotomy Reversal and Cerebral Rehabilitation: A Personal Journey'
presented by Natalie Peterson, PhD.

   The doctor in the white lab coat was blonde, big breasted, with bright
blue eyes and a breathtakingly gorgeous figure.  She smiled easily and
brightened any room just by being in it.  She walked casually to the podium
and faced the inevitable forest of cameras and microphones.  Everyone liked
Dr Peterson, for her charm, her intellect, or her quiet sexuality.

   "Fourteen years ago - half my life - I was a 'professional bimbo'.  I
was my adoptive father's high-dollar sex toy.  I'd received a partial
lobotomy to keep me docile and sexed up.  Due to a miraculous series of
events, my brain began the process of autonomic rehabilitation.

   I want to tell you before I begin, bimboism is not a crime.  Some people
who need relief from a stressful situation, find great benefit in three or
four hours of simple sexual escapade.  But forcing another person to submit
to a year, a decade, a lifetime, of such experience, therein lies the crime
- and the subject of my talk today.

   'Female Cerebral Mutilation' has become the buzzword for experimental
cranial surgeries that land women in situations with low or lowered IQ, for
the sole benefit of someone else's pleasure.

   When the frontal lobe synaptic circuits are severed from the parietal
lobe, the results are usually both traumatic and permanent.  But my
research has shown that many women in these situations can be saved - FCM
no longer has to be a death sentence......"



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