Built for BBC : Ch 2

The doors opened fast with a Fwoosh, revealing a whole new world that lay before them.

From the rundown, abandoned and filthy building, to sleek, modern and clean designs. A windowless white corridor that led to a reception desk. With four big black pillars on either side of the room, drawing us in. Hanging above the desk, in large golden letters backlit to make it really shine, were the letters B.B.C.

The initials of the program, but David's mind went somewhere else. He stifled the snicker that was building inside him. Elizabeth wouldn't find the crass humour very funny.

Their footsteps echoed down the hallway as they approached the front desk. Walking past those big pillars, both David and Elizabeth noticed hanging portraits on the walls. Hidden between them, but obvious when you were closer.

On the left side were women. All of them strikingly similar. Blonde hair (though none of them seemed naturally blonde), killer bodies, big tits pressed into a tight dress and one other thing. All of them were white girls.

On the right side, mirroring the girls were portraits of rather beefy men. Each one as handsome as a model, not as uniform as the girls but all ripped and unarguably attractive. Posed and poised like they were regal figures, kings or emperors having their likeness taken. David was as straight as straight could be, but even he could tell these guys would have every girl drooling.

As unique as these guys were, compared to the girls, they did all have two things in common.

Firstly, they were all black guys. There was nothing wrong with that, but it was notable with them opposite the wall of white women and with the unintentional double entendre of their logo.

Secondly… all of them wore rather tight pants… and had rather large cocks…

The artist must have been feeling very generous to the guys. Not a single one looked realistically sized. No girl could actually derive pleasure from something that huge, it would destroy her. It was probably the first part of their training program. Subtly reinforcing thoughts of lust and desire into the minds of the girls that first walked in here. Breaking down the first layer of their defences by showing them guys that were overly attractive, with cocks that were very noticeable.

Elizabeth stared at them, and David could see from her eyes exactly what she was staring at. Was she disgusted? Enthralled? Or just confused and shocked at the vulgarity of it?

“Welcome!” The young, perky white woman with flowing brown hair said. She stood behind the long desk, looking tiny next to it. Wearing an exaggerated pink nurse outfit, with a mini skirt that left most of her thick thighs exposed and a tight button up that was barely half buttoned. Leaving more than enough cleavage for a man to get lost in.

“This is the Beautiful Brides Camp?” Elizabeth asked. Half nervous and half intrigued.

“That's us! But everybody here just calls it the BBC camp for short! See?” The woman pulled back part of her top, revealing more of her plump tits. The letters BBC written on them in dark black ink. “My name is Marla, and I'm here to get you two all set up.”

Is that tattooed onto her? David thought to himself. No, couldn't be. This place was too secretive to tattoo their logo onto somebody.

“Here at the BBC camp, we'll turn you into the beautiful goddess you were born to be!” Marla smiled wide, raising her hands to gesture at the paintings. “Just have a look at some of our graduates.”

Marla bent down to grab some paperwork and Elizabeth took in the room. Looking at the paintings of the girls, maybe imagining herself up there.

David wasn't really looking for a physical transformation, he already thought of his wife as a goddess. He was here solely for the mental transformation they promised, and already it seemed to be taking effect.

“And…who are the guys?” Elizabeth asked. Subtly and unconsciously biting her lower lip. David thought there must be something in the air down here, making her hornier and more susceptible to the training. Why else would she be staring almost longingly at a painting with such ridiculous anatomy?

“Those are some of our trainers. Don't worry, you'll get to meet them all.” Marla winked at Elizabeth as she pushed some paperwork in front of David. “You can fill those out sir, while we get Elizabeth here sized up.”

“Sized up?”

“Marcus honey!” Marla said into an intercom. “Your new toy is here!”

“Toy?” Elisabeth asked.

“Oh that's just what we call you new girls! Isn't it cute!” Marla giggled infectiously. “With a bit more training you upgrade to being Candy. Then finally when your training is done, you become a BBC goddess!! Just like me!!!”

Marla clapped, bouncing on the spot. David couldn't help but guiltily watch her fat chest bounce and jiggle as the energetic girl flaunted them. Pretending to read over the paperwork so Elisabeth wouldn't notice.

What his eyes scanned on the paper didn't concern him. It all looked like standard boring terms and conditions. Health and safety wavers, consent forms, something about penalties and liabilities. Nothing that needed his full attention.

“You rang Marla baby?” Walking out of one of the two doors that flanked the reception desk, came Marcus.

Rich dark skin that shined with a layer of sweat. Tonnes muscles, washboard abs, and a face chiselled by the gods. He wore tight gym clothes, wiping his brow with a towel and leaving it on his shoulder. As he walked passed Marla David watched him take a firm grip of her ass. His black fingers digging into her white ass flesh just behind the tiny skirt, where Elizabeth couldn't see.

“So this is Elizabeth?” Marcus grinned tightly as he looked the girl up and down. Penetrating eyes not hiding any of his lustful intent. “Love workin’ on girls as fine as you sweet thing.”

“Haha, yeah… she's a beauty.” David said. Watching Elizabeth start to blush from the comments.

“Who's this loser? Not her husband right? A bitch this fine wouldn't be seen with a limp dick wanna be cuck like you.”

David was stunned by the immediate aggression. Where the fuck does he get off thinking… He started thinking. But then another thought occurred. Ohh I get it. He's pretending not to know me. Elisabeth isn't allowed to know his true role as my sponsor. Or that I'd already met up with Marcus before to talk about her stay here. So he’s acting like I'm some stranger.

“For real girl, how's a fine piece of ass like you end up with some white boy like him.”

Taking it a little far though….

“Hahaha…yeah I'm the husband. Take good care of my girl, okay?” David laughed the comment off. Trying to show Elizabeth that everything was cool.

Elizabeth barely seemed to register what the man was saying. Intently focused instead on checking out her new trainer. A good thing in David's mind. Normally she wouldn't take that kind of cat calling or aggressive language. So seeing her respond positively to it was a good thing, even if it was from another guy. In a few weeks she'd be blushing and looking at him with such wanting eyes. She'd be David's exclusive slut. With eyes for him and him alone.

“Sir? Are you finished signing everything?” Marla was leaning onto the desk. Letting her large boobs spill out all over it.

“Oh umm, let me just look over this last one.” David started reading the final document he had to sign. This one seemed the most important to his needs. With clauses and disclaimers pertinent to the brain ‘realignment’ techniques.

Only, it was as if it had been written in code. With abbreviations all over it and big lawyer words he would have to look up.

“Mmhhmm are you this tender all over girl?” Marcus stood closely behind Elizabeth. Running his firm dark hands down her sides.

“What are you doing?” David asked. He wasn't about to pay a small fortune to have some other guy feel up his soon to be wife. He wanted to be the one feeling her up!

“Just getting her measurements.” Marcus smiled and winked at him. Rubbing his hands all over her thighs.

“S-shouldn’t you h-have measuring tape for this?” Elizabeth looked a little embarrassed, but didn’t move from his embrace.

“It's okay honey, I'm sure he's a professional.” Any apprehension David had vanished the moment he saw Elisabeth's nipples hardening. Those tantalising stiff pokies physical proof that Elizabeth was enjoying Marcus manhandling her.

“That's right baby. These hands know their way around a woman.” Marcus's deep voice rolled into her ears. “Now spread those legs for me.”

David had been second guessing himself for days now. Worried that this was some scam, that it might be the wrong thing to do. Seeing Elizabeth be moulded like putty in Marcus's hands changed that. In such little time he was already bringing out a side in her David had been yearning for. He had already come this far, he needed to trust in Marcus’s expert hands.

Obediently Elizabeth widened her stance for Marcus, leaning forward to hold onto the desk for support. Her ass pushing right into Marcus’s crotch as his hands explored every inch of her body. She was so ready to do what the man told her to, even with David standing five feet next to her. The image of her bending over in front of the towering dark man, grinding her body into his, had David thinking one thing only.

If he could do this in thirty seconds, how much could he do with thirty days?

“Sir? Your signature please?”

“What? Uhh, yeah of course.” David signed the papers without looking. Not wanting to take his eyes off of his darling wife taking her first steps to becoming the beautiful slut he wanted her to be.

“Perfect! Now why don’t you two say your goodbyes. Elizabeth’s got a Big day ahead of her.” Marla giggled like a school girl, putting the papers away and opening up the entry to the facility again.

“Yeah…it’s… it’s really big.” Elizabeth said. Catching Marla’s eyes and sharing a quick knowing smile.

“Nothing a girl like you can’t handle.” Marcus grinned, walking ahead into the room.

“We’ll talk everyday, okay?” David told his wife, who seemed almost surprised he was still here. “And I’ll see you this weekend.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Everyday babe.” Elizabeth gave him a quick embrace and peck on the lips. Breaking off immediately to face Marla.

“Will it…” She paused, glazing back at her husband before starting over. “Will I fit in…inside?” A strange phrasing to David’s ears. But then again, it had been a strange day.

Marla smiled wide hearing her say that. Her tongue slipping over her juicy glossed lips.

"Oh honey, don’t you worry. You look like you were built for B.B.C."