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The Maggot Makeover
By whynotshaveme
Leah and Sharon have been best friends since childhood. They have a lot in common. Soccer. Jane Austen adaptations. A mutual crush on Joey who is so tall. Their most important commonality, however, was their mutual love of HumiliatedBitches.Net. It was Leah that discovered the site and showed it to Sharon. They checked it every week for updates. Especially for their favorite "model" Maggot.
Maggot was born Maggie. Her first video posted to HumiliatedBitches.net was "Maggie Shaved Before The Train". (And, yes, that kind of train.) It's over three hours long, but it really shows the transformation from confident redheaded Maggie to bald, browless Maggot quivering in other people's various fluids. Her degradation has only continued since then.
One day, the girls decide that they're tired of just watching. So, they make a bet. The girl with the lowest score on Ms. Howell's calc test would overgo the Maggot Makeover.
Leah scored a 85, just narrowly beating Sharon by one point. She would be keeping her shoulder length Chestnut waves. Sharon would be losing her long (almost to her waist) black hair.
That Saturday, the girls went to Ralph's. It was run by Ralph and his son Junior. When Leah explained the bet, both men smiled.
"We'd be happy to help," said Ralph, putting the waiting leather seat of his barber's chair.
Sharon, red faced and slightly trembling, sat down without a word. Ralph took the opportunity to fondle her barely legal DD breasts as he caped her. Her nipples were hard to his delight. He already didn't feel bad about wrecking her looks within his razor. Now he would delight in it.
Ralph had Junior who was visibly hard through his jeans hold Sharon's long thick ponytail taunt. It would break his normal shears. So he grabbed his hunting knife. As Leah filmed on her phone, squealing, he sawed through it, holding it up in triumph when he finally secured his prize.
He picked up his clippers. Once they were stripped of any guards or attachments and down a 000 blade, he put a hand to the back of Sharon's neck like someone handling a kitten. Then he flipped on the clippers. They ripped through what was left of her hair and the two arches of her eyebrows like they were nothing.
Finally, the hot lather in anticipation of the straight razor. Sharon managed to stop trembling at this point. Mainly because she feared Ralph cutting her. She had nothing to worry about. Ralph shaved her smooth with a steady hand.
Sharon was stunned by her new appearance. As Ralph rubbed her scalp with a clean white towel, she thought, what did I do? I look ridiculous. Then she noticed Ralph's bulge. It was as big as his son's.
"Girls," he said, locking the door and flipping the sign to CLOSED, "We accept alternate forms of payment."
Leah and Sharon exchanged a look. Then they smiled at other.
Once everyone finished, Ralph took a look at Leah, spattered with his son's juices, and shook his head.
"It's really not fair for you to walk out of here with hair," he said, doing his own clean-up.
"Are you going to give me the Maggot Makeover too?" said Leah softly.
She protectively touched her hair. It was sticky. Which made her wince.
Sharon smiled. "No, get the Boot Camp's Bitch makeover."
Boot Camp's Bitch was another model on HumiliatedBitches.net that they followed. A former NFL cheerleader who lived a life of military-themed BDSM discipline with her dom who she called Sergeant. Ralph, due to his age, finished early, and Sharon, thanks to her new look, had an easy time cleaning herself up. She grabbed her phone and showed Ralph a picture of Boot Camp's Bitch's Jarhead buzzcut.
Ralph snorted. Then he patted Sharon on the top of her bald head. "An old favorite of mine," he said, "Get in the chair, bitch."
Leah looked at Sharon who simply nodded. Then she got in the chair. Once Ralph caped her, he prepped his clippers. A former Army barber, he used to be able to give a dozen grunts a hour that haircut. Let's see if I still got it, he thought, running the clippers down the center of Leah's head. Within ten minutes, her head of hair was on the floor, and she was sporting a 0 on top and 000 on the sides. Much to Sharon, she looked fucking stupid.
The girls helped Ralph and Junior clean up the shop, and then they left the shop. People, of course, stared. Still buzzing from what just happened, they didn't care.
They went back to Leah's house. Once they both showered, and tended to their pubic hair, they had a little photoshoot. What would be the point of all this if they didn't show off their new looks?
Sharon picked her prom photo as the before and a photo of her, nudity barely concealed, taken of her bald head on as her after. Leah also picked a prom photo as her before and one of her in a cameo binkini on her knees and with her hands behind her back as the after.
And they both used the same caption - #HumiliatedBitches4Life
The Golden Ticket
By whynotshaveme
Rachel just turned 21, and she wanted to experience it all. So, when a friend invited her to The Final Party, an exclusive adult party, she said yes, even though the friend warned her that anything went there. Especially if you pulled a golden ticket.
The bouncer was a stern man with a shaved head in a gray, almost military uniform. He gave Rachel, your average pretty blonde in her sexiest dress, an up and down. Then he told her to pick a ticket from the basket. She held her breath and wished not get a golden ticket as she dove her hand in. It didn't work.
Grinning, the bouncer shoved her through the door. "Have a GREAT time, blondie," he called after her.
Women in high collared grey dresses were waiting inside. They wore grey caps. Rachel could tell that they were bald underneath by how snug the caps fit. Two of them snatched her golden ticket and then walked her like a prisoner to the stage. Her friends didn't even seem to notice.
There were already naked and weeping women on the stage. Expressionless, Rachel's attendants took her belongings and started to strip her, putting everything in a waiting plastic tub. When she started to object, a male guard gave her a light jab with a cattle prob. After that, she didn't say a word.
Once they had her stripped, they eased her into one of the cold metal chairs. One by one, in front of an audience casually sipping drinks, her feet were put into stirrups, so she could be spread eagle. One of the women knelt before her, busy shaving her pussy smooth with a BIC and shaving cream. The other stood behind her with clippers. She carefully harvested Rachel's beautiful blonde hair. Rachel later learned that they sold the hair. Virgin to wig makers and processed to a pillow maker. After the woman finished with the clippers, she lathered up Rachel's scalp and eyebrows. Then her colleague handed her the same BIC that she used on Rachel's pussy. Mindful of the guards, Rachel did nothing as they shaved her, except sit there, tears silently streaming down her face.
The attendants pulled Rachel from the chair when they finally finished shaving her. They gave her a brisk rub down before writing #10 on her forehead in Sharpie. Then the guards forced her and the other shaved women into the waiting crowd.
At the end of the night, the guards collected the women. They marched them to a bathroom where the attendants waited. They scrubbed the various body fluids and Sharpie markings from the women’s bodies. Then they passed out their belongings along with a cup of pills (and water to wash them down) and an envelope of cash.
"Remember, girls, you're the jezebels who came here tonight. You wanted this. Take the pills and the cash and keep your mouths shut. Hair grows back," said the oldest of the attendants.
Rachel shivered. Still, she thought, taking her pills, knowing what her holes had just been through, she's not wrong. Her friends were waiting for her outside. They looked nervous.
"Breakfast on me," said Rachel, holding up her envelope.
They all looked relieved. Within minutes, they were teasing her and rubbing her bald head. Over breakfast, Rachel told them that it wasn't that bad, despite the temporary downgrade in her looks, but she'd never do it again.
That was a lie. It was great. And she'd fucking do it again.
Would you want a golden ticket?
Yes - Shave me, I'm ready to be used.
No - I'm there to use.
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The Golden Ticket
By whynotshaveme
Rachel just turned 21, and she wanted to experience it all. So, when a friend invited her to The Final Party, an exclusive adult party, she said yes, even though the friend warned her that anything went there. Especially if you pulled a golden ticket.
The bouncer was a stern man with a shaved head in a gray, almost military uniform. He gave Rachel, your average pretty blonde in her sexiest dress, an up and down. Then he told her to pick a ticket from the basket. She held her breath and wished not get a golden ticket as she dove her hand in. It didn't work.
Grinning, the bouncer shoved her through the door. "Have a GREAT time, blondie," he called after her.
Women in high collared grey dresses were waiting inside. They wore grey caps. Rachel could tell that they were bald underneath by how snug the caps fit. Two of them snatched her golden ticket and then walked her like a prisoner to the stage. Her friends didn't even seem to notice.
There were already naked and weeping women on the stage. Expressionless, Rachel's attendants took her belongings and started to strip her, putting everything in a waiting plastic tub. When she started to object, a male guard gave her a light jab with a cattle prob. After that, she didn't say a word.
Once they had her stripped, they eased her into one of the cold metal chairs. One by one, in front of an audience casually sipping drinks, her feet were put into stirrups, so she could be spread eagle. One of the women knelt before her, busy shaving her pussy smooth with a BIC and shaving cream. The other stood behind her with clippers. She carefully harvested Rachel's beautiful blonde hair. Rachel later learned that they sold the hair. Virgin to wig makers and processed to a pillow maker. After the woman finished with the clippers, she lathered up Rachel's scalp and eyebrows. Then her colleague handed her the same BIC that she used on Rachel's pussy. Mindful of the guards, Rachel did nothing as they shaved her, except sit there, tears silently streaming down her face.
The attendants pulled Rachel from the chair when they finally finished shaving her. They gave her a brisk rub down before writing #10 on her forehead in Sharpie. Then the guards forced her and the other shaved women into the waiting crowd.
At the end of the night, the guards collected the women. They marched them to a bathroom where the attendants waited. They scrubbed the various body fluids and Sharpie markings from the women’s bodies. Then they passed out their belongings along with a cup of pills (and water to wash them down) and an envelope of cash.
"Remember, girls, you're the jezebels who came here tonight. You wanted this. Take the pills and the cash and keep your mouths shut. Hair grows back," said the oldest of the attendants.
Rachel shivered. Still, she thought, taking her pills, knowing what her holes had just been through, she's not wrong. Her friends were waiting for her outside. They looked nervous.
"Breakfast on me," said Rachel, holding up her envelope.
They all looked relieved. Within minutes, they were teasing her and rubbing her bald head. Over breakfast, Rachel told them that it wasn't that bad, despite the temporary downgrade in her looks, but she'd never do it again.
That was a lie. It was great. And she'd fucking do it again.
Does she like it?
"Why would we ask it that question?"
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"Silly girl, look at the mess that you made! Always put the tarp down!"
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If I put the collection of Ko-Fi stories on my Amazon Kindle store, then would you buy it?
Yes
No
Maybe?
Unfortunately, I'm currently too busy with work and my non-erotica stuff to post any new long-form stories, but I have some faves from the Ko-Fi era that deserve a wider audience.
Well, watch this space. It will be a collection of my Ko-Fi faves + a bonus story.
Well, if you want it, go and get it for $2 via the Amazon Kindle Store:
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It's three of my favorite stories from the Ko-Fi era + a new one for your enjoyment.
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Just realized that I forgot to enroll in KDP Select. (It’s been two years since I published on there.) Anyways, just fixed that.
"From Barbie to butch."
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"Can't wait to get that top surgery scheduled."
A submissive makeover for a submissive girl.
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Her master was tired of her always fussing over it and gave the command to shave it, and she was happy to obey.
If I put the collection of Ko-Fi stories on my Amazon Kindle store, then would you buy it?
Yes
No
Maybe?
Unfortunately, I'm currently too busy with work and my non-erotica stuff to post any new long-form stories, but I have some faves from the Ko-Fi era that deserve a wider audience.
Well, watch this space. It will be a collection of my Ko-Fi faves + a bonus story.
Well, if you want it, go and get it for $2 via the Amazon Kindle Store:
*Amazon US: Amazon.com: Stories From The Ko-Fi eBook : From Tumblr, whynotshaveme, from Tumblr, whynotshaveme: Kindle Store
*Amazon UK: Stories From The Ko-Fi eBook : From Tumblr, whynotshaveme, from Tumblr, whynotshaveme: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
It's three of my favorite stories from the Ko-Fi era + a new one for your enjoyment.
Oh, if your country doesn't allow the sale of this for some reason, then DM me. It's a $5 Dunkin giftcard for the PDF version.
(The mark-up is for me having to manually email it to you.)
The woman antagonized for days over sacrificing her beautiful hair for much needed money. As for her barber/torturer, he didn't need to think for a second once he finally got her in his chair. There was no hesitation to use his clippers.
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Always the best call.
She obviously didn’t expect to end up bald today….
The woman left her Craigslist modeling job in a daze. Oh, she thought, did I left myself be humiliated for $500? Then she slid her hand into her pants. She needed to relieve her aching pussy.
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When the man who hired her sent her another email a few weeks later, she immediately replied.
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If I put the collection of Ko-Fi stories on my Amazon Kindle store, then would you buy it?
Yes
No
Maybe?
Unfortunately, I'm currently too busy with work and my non-erotica stuff to post any new long-form stories, but I have some faves from the Ko-Fi era that deserve a wider audience.
Well, watch this space. It will be a collection of my Ko-Fi faves + a bonus story.
Well, if you want it, go and get it for $2 via the Amazon Kindle Store:
*Amazon US: Amazon.com: Stories From The Ko-Fi eBook : From Tumblr, whynotshaveme, from Tumblr, whynotshaveme: Kindle Store
*Amazon UK: Stories From The Ko-Fi eBook : From Tumblr, whynotshaveme, from Tumblr, whynotshaveme: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
It's three of my favorite stories from the Ko-Fi era + a new one for your enjoyment.
Another Class B ready for auction.
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"Oh, are you embarrassed? Good."
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A submissive makeover for a submissive girl.
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The girl decided to shave her head before she surrendered herself to the slave processing center.
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