The wedding signified a real change in things, namely the start of Charlotte’s womanly education and the presence of Miss Ross. Nowadays, rather than continual carefree play, for several hours a day, they were all confined to the nursery whilst Charlotte had her lessons.
But these lessons were not like in any normal school. For starters, a lot of them focussed on new items of attire. Whereas previously, she had been allowed to run around with only her tights or stockings on, now Charlotte was made to wear high-heels at all times, starting with a pair of Mary Jane’s with 5cm heels, but getting progressively higher. Furthermore, for the lessons themselves, she was now forced to wear something called a monoglove which kept her arms pinioned behind her, palm-to-palm, elbow-to-elbow, in a single leather sleeve behind her back, “out of harm’s way” as Miss Ross put it. Charlotte hated it. She threw tantrums and screamed and cried, but Miss Ross merely added a gag until she subsided.
“Most women expect their wives to be bound in this way as it is elegant and reduces temptation,” the governess explained patiently for what seemed to Bernie like the four hundredth time. Afterwards though, Charlotte still complained. When the governess was gone and she was sitting in the room with the teddies, she would lament to them, “Oh, it’s so unfair! Why should I have to live like this, my feet and arms aching and hurting and useless in this infernal sleeve! No one has suffered like I have, no one!” The irony of saying this to two people who had had all four limbs amputated was entirely lost on Charlotte Harrison; however, after all, she did not see them as people in the first place. Nonetheless, Bernie uttered a heartfelt, “Don’t feel sad!” and Bambi added, “Please smile for me!” which cheered her up a little and made her nuzzle their faces with her own.
The education was not all about restriction, however. Instead, the teddies were used to demonstrate wifely behaviour to Charlotte. The girl-woman was made to watch them kissing one another, and then to practise her own skills on both teddies in turn, something that Bernie did not mind at all, causing him to exclaim “That feels good!” repeatedly. That, however, was only the prelude.
About a fortnight or so after their wedding, Miss Ross said to Charlotte, “Now Miss Harrison, do you know what it is that husband’s and wives do together when they are in bed together?”
“This kiss, of course, like we have been practising!”
“Indeed they do, but that is not all. As well as kissing, they also do something else. All men have something down below like a sausage and all women have a slit like you do. What husbands and wives do is this: the men put their sausage into the woman’s slit.”
“Eugh! That is horrible!”
“It sounds it, doesn’t it, but in fact most of them really enjoy doing it. They enjoy it so much that they sometimes want to do it all the time. Your husband will want you to do it and so it is something that you must learn, and our friends Bernie and Bambi are here to help us. Now, they are married, they too should be doing the sausage and slit thing which we call sex, so shall we help them?”
At these words, Bernie’s ears picked up. “Surely not?!” He looked at Bambi who appeared as surprised as he was.
But then Miss Ross gave Charlotte a little golden key. His mistress inserted it in the golden padlock and turned. The lock slid open and she unzipped his crotch. His member sprung up, rigid and aching.
“Is that the sausage? How funny it looks!”
“Stroke it, Charlotte, feel it!”
“That feels good!” said Bernie chirpily.
And with those words, the gorgeous girl-woman started stroking his cock, giggling all the while. “It’s so warm and hard!” she tittered.
“And so it is, but it needs to go somewhere other than your hand. Unlock and unzip Bambi now.”
And before Bernie knew what was happened, Bambi’s crotch flap was open, and her moist and expectant slit was waiting for him. Chrissie Bailey’s moist and expectant slit; he was about to fuck the most eligible girl in school… who was also his wife… and a teddy bear. It was fucked up, it was weird, but it was… heavenly. His mistress grabbed Bambi and slowly manoeuvred her onto Bernie’s waiting spear. Bernie felt his member engulfed in the warm, fleshy cavern whilst their lips met, and they dissolved into a passionate embrace, Bambi squealing “That feels good!” and “You’re good at this!” repeatedly whilst Bernie rhythmically moved his tool inside her, as he squeaked, “I love you!”
Those brief minutes that followed, far too brief, were the most incredible in Bernie Bear’s life, and when he exploded deep within the teddy bear he loved, he truly felt complete, immersed in blissful happiness.
For the first time since his teddification, he felt glad to be alive.
“Is that it?” asked Charlotte confused and a tad disappointed.
It was it, but there was more. Charlotte could not have sex herself because of the plastic chastity belt that she must wear until her husband unlocked it on their wedding night, but she could do a lot more and she had two teddies to teach her to do it. After witnessing them copulate, Miss Ross gave Charlotte a strap-on faux cock and had her practise on Bambi whilst Bernie watched. His poor mind was all over the place; the juxtaposition of such a childlike person in a childish room committing such an adult act on his… wife, well, it was… mind-bending.
With Charlotte’s sixteenth birthday, came more changes. Her heels were now a full 10cm high and were now white boots rather than shoes as her ankles needed the extra support. Furthermore, a new item was added to her wardrobe, called a cincher which went around her waist and made it smaller. With these changes in dress came oral sex and, after watching Bambi perform on her husband, Charlotte was then made to have a go. Bernie could not believe his luck as this gorgeous sixteen-year-old knelt down in front of him and sucked and licked him to completion before he erupted, firstly all over her face and then down her throat (and Miss Ross made her swallow the seed and thank him for it). She also provided hand jobs (which Charlotte enjoyed since it meant time out of the monoglove) and then, after six months and more of perfecting her oral and manual skills (on both bears), came the next level.
One day in the lesson, Miss Ross propped both teddies up in front of her charge and asked her if she had noticed any difference in their appearances. Charlotte shook her head and so she asked her to look harder and then the girl-woman clicked and exclaimed, “Are Bambi Bear’s titties bigger than they used to be?”
“Indeed they are, but what about Bernie Bear?”
“His tummy looks rounder,” Charlotte giggled.
“Well done, and so it is. Bambi and Bernie are like real human beings in that way. Women should have large round titties because it pleases their husbands, whilst men should have large round tummies because it shows they are clever and handsome.”
“But I think they look better with smaller tummies!” protested Charlotte.
“Well then you are thinking wrong,” replied Miss Ross. “You should want a man with a large round tummy that you can rest your head against at night, and I am sure that your daddy will find you one who is delightfully fat and flabby. But that is only half of it; you need big titties and the ones that you have at the moment are only tiny girly titties.”
“How can I keep my husband happy then?”
“Oh, don’t you worry; a nice kind doctor will make your titties big and round just like your mummy’s. However, what I want you to do is feel Bambi’s and then we’ll play a little game with Bernie’s sausage.”
To be honest, Bernie had felt his suit getting tighter over the months (and he suspected that on more than one occasion, it had been swapped for a larger one when he was being cleaned), and it was hardly surprising that he was putting on weight since essentially, he and Bambi could not do any exercise to burn fat off with their new, truncated forms. And he had definitely noticed her larger tits, which he had suspected were as much due to some sort of implantation as to the build-up of fatty tissue. Now he realised that their new body shapes were entirely intended; as with everything else in their lives, it was all to further Charlotte’s education. Obviously, the man that her father had chosen for her was obese, so her male teddy had to be chubby too.
Not that he minded when he found out what the “little game” was. It involved unlocking his crotch, taking out his member and Charlotte bringing him to fulfilment by placing it between his teddy wife’s furry tits and rubbing them up and down until he exploded all over Bambi’s surprised face. “That tastes yummy!” she exclaimed, as the governess and her pupil clapped with joy.
“Will I be expected to have by husband rub his sausage between my titties one day?” asked the innocent young lady when they had calmed down.
“You most certainly will,” replied Miss Ross firmly.
And nor too was that the final stage of Charlotte’s sexual education. One day Bambi was upended, her bottom plug removed, and her husband’s cock freed from its prison. “Some husbands like to use this hole as well, which is why you must be trained here too, Charlotte,” the governess explained, before smothering Bernie’s excited tool in oil and slowly manoeuvring it into his wife’s tight bottom hole. This experience excited the blue teddy bear as much as all the others and he was soon shooting his load deep into Bambi’s bowels as he squeaked, “That feels good! You’re my favourite girl!”
Nor too were the only ones he was ejaculating into. After the initial demonstration, a small pearl bottom plug became part of Charlotte’s daily attire and, after a few weeks, Bernie found his mistress on all fours before him, whilst the governess slowly fed his cock into her waiting asshole. The feeling of tightness and of power over the very person who dominated his life, coupled with the fact that, for the first time in his life he was having genuine penetrative sex with a “real” girl (and a pretty one at that) caused him to explode within her after only a few thrusts, whilst she groaned in a mixture of pain, humiliation and ecstasy.
Their lives were transformed. On her seventeenth birthday, Charlotte was presented with a love ball which, that evening, was inserted into her forbidden vagina (whilst she was restrained, the chastity belt being reapplied straight afterwards). This kept her constantly aroused and frustrated and so, even when the lessons had finished, the passion play continued. Nor too was it the only change for poor Charlotte, for the high-heeled boots she now had to wear were so extreme that they reached to her thighs and incorporated heels that forced her to stand on her tippy-toes like a ballet-dancer, making walking tiring and unsteady. These days, Charlie would come into the bedroom even whilst his big sister was there and just carry the bears off, and, trammelled as she was, she was helpless to do anything about it except scream or cry.
Charlie’s games though, whilst childish, did afford some diversion. Rather than just hiding the bears, these days he would act out role plays with them. He would put a policeman’s, or fireman’s helmet on Bernie and pretend that the bear was one of the emergency services, or make him a soldier or mediaeval knight. For Bambi though, the role was always the same: a helpless maiden who needed to be rescued and protected by a man. Pretty soon, Bernie realised that the boys in this hateful elite were being brainwashed just as much as the girls, but he didn’t really mind so long as he got to rescue his beloved Bambi and give her a passionate kiss on the lips at the end.
When Bella came round, although both girls were almost permanently strapped into armbinders, the two tortured teens spent all their time kissing or rubbing against one another or the teddies, whilst at night Bernie found his mistress rubbing away at his imprisoned cock, or passionately kissing him, or ordering him to suck on her nipples whilst Bambi used her tongue on her bottom hole. Although still stuck in a child’s world, everything had suddenly become very adult.
And six months later, things got ratcheted up even further, for the guest of honour that day was none other than Mr. Jon Parker, her fiancé. The teddies did not meet him, of course, since they were left in the bedroom, but they heard all about him afterwards; how he was thirty-five years old and rather portly, and how the wedding was scheduled for only six months hence.
Although they never met Jon, his arrival onto the scene did have another, most unexpected impact on the days when he came round. Then, they would be removed from the bedroom (in case the young lovers wanted to retire there to let Charlotte practise her newly-learned oral skills), and they would find themselves carried to an even grander bedroom where two people were waiting for them. The first was the man whom Bernie hated more than any other, Charlotte’s father, the architect of all their distress. He would be accompanied though, by a young and very attractive lady wearing only panties and with her arms laced up in a monoglove. Her name, they learned, was Bosom, and she was another victim of the N-TES scheme, her “national service” being to serve as Mrs. Harrison’s official companion, a role that, for some reason, involved her having her breasts augmented to the size of basketballs and spending most of her days almost naked and restrained in the bed of Mr. Harrison.
And whilst the head of the household was unzipping Bambi’s crotch and having his wicked way with her, Pillows was kindly allowed to have her monoglove removed and could retire to a sitting room where she would sit Bernie on her lap, his head nestled in those magnificent breasts, and tell him all her woes.
She knew a lot more about N-TES because her master, one of the architects of the system, regularly boasted to her in bed about his power and the genius of it all. For starters, the lottery was not random; instead only the prettiest girls were chosen, and there were many more roles than mere teddy bears and companions to the mistress. She told him of a house that she’d been to full of living bunnies and puppies, and another with truncated girls serving as pillows for the men that owned them.
She also spoke at length about the lot of the women in these twisted group of billionaires who controlled the governments and the economy. How their husbands married them for life and augmented them with surgery into hideous dolls, parodies of female sexuality with enormous breasts and bottoms, or puffed-up lips. Even with this though, most bored of their wives after they’d hit thirty-five, as had been the case with Mr. Harrison. Mrs. Harrison still lived in the house of course and was still afforded all the honour and status of a wife, but she never shared his bed, which was now reserved for Bosom. For the first time since his arrival in this world, Bernie Bear shuddered when he thought of the future ahead for his mistress who, despite her annoying childishness, was a sweet soul who deserved better.
And as he did, his hatred magnified for the father who would sell his daughter into such a fate; the same man who had ruined his life and who was, at that very moment, raping his beloved wife.
And as he nestled his head in those marvellous breasts of Bosom, a new thought crossed his mind, a huge cloud hanging over the minds of both teddy bears, namely, what was to happen to them after Charlotte’s marriage? Miss Ross had already made it clear that teddies cannot live with their mistress after her marriage, and they had heard rumours from Bosom and some of the maids about brothels where teddies are used by countless strangers, or unlicensed establishments where deviants could practice their torture fantasies on the defenceless toys. Was that to be their fate? And more importantly, would they endure it together or separated? On the days when Charlotte was downstairs being trained by Miss Ross to walk around the garden in her new ballet boots, the two teddies would sit and stare at one another and pray silently that, if nothing else, they could stay together, and Bernie would see the tears well in his wife’s eyes and rage at his impotence at being unable to wipe them away.
The bedroom is dark, and he lies there. Unable to sleep, he has recounted in his mind the entire story from when he was called with Chrissie Bailey to the headmistress’s office, to their mistress’s wedding day when, after she had visited the plastic surgeon for her breast and lip augmentations, she was laced down into a stunning white gown and led up the aisle by her father to the waiting Jon Parker.
Well, he had recalled most of the story. What he had not recalled though, was that moment the following day when, much to his surprise, he and Bambi were taken from the bedroom after sleeping without their mistress for the first time, into the parlour where Mr. and Mrs. Parker were standing waiting for them.
His mistress was a woman transformed, and Bernie gasped when he saw her. Gone were the prissy and frilly frocks of her girlhood, and in their place stood a woman, teetering on ballet heels, holding her husband for support, who seemed to have been poured into the gown that she now wore. Made of a shiny pink material and incorporating a tight monoglove, it picked out every curve of her body until it ended at the top of her thighs. Most shocking though, were the two white-lined cut-outs, the first over her breasts displaying her new impressive cleavage, and the second, lewdly revealing her butt, the heart framing its crack which was not covered by any panties. Gone was the girl; this was an announcement to the world that Charlotte was now all woman.
“Aha,” said Jon, who did look his thirty-five years and more and whose girth dwarfed his bride despite her new breasts, “so these are the two wonderful teddy bears that you’ve told me all about.”
“Yes darling, these are my two best friends in the world from before marriage. I’ll be so sad to see them go, but you are right, it is the only possible way.”
“Indeed,” said Parker, who had by this time picked Bambi up and was busy squeezing her plush bottom and breasts, “although if it were not so improper, I wouldn’t mind having this little lady lying about my bedroom!”
“Oh Jon, you are so funny!” Charlotte giggled.
“But no, you are right, they must go,” said her husband, as he kissed Bambi on the lips. “Which is why my dear teddy bears, my wife in her boundless generosity has decided to donate you both to the National Teddy Bear Rehabilitation Society, a charity dedicated to, well, I’m not sure what, something to do with teddies anyway.”
“Oh darling, I told you, they help poor lost and lonely teddy bears. Some kind people called activists I think set it up to rehabilitate teddy bears and I thought my poor Bambi and Bernie would be so sad and lonely without me that this would be the next best thing.”
And so they kissed goodbye (well, she kissed Bambi, her husband told her that kissing Bernie would now be improper so she nuzzled his face in her breast cut-out instead) and Bernie ended up here, in this dark bedroom in this comfy bed. Charlotte, he is told, gives a generous donation every month for their well-being and the women that run it – a mixture of middle-class do-gooders and student leftists who find the whole N-TES scheme and teddification process morally abhorrent, try as best they can to make them somewhat human again. For the first time in years, he and Bambi were stripped of their teddy skins and allowed to use their old names. Of course, their limbs were still missing, but Bernie – or Nick – has heard tell of a process being developed whereby new limbs can be grown in labs using their DNA and then attached to their bodies, so there is a glimmer of hope in that department and both of them are down to have this surgery done the moment the process is perfected.
Their silence is still a factor of course. Despite the best efforts of scientists, no procedure has yet been developed to fully restore vocal chords, but what the charity has managed to do is develop a system whereby the bear’s ten responses (one per finger nerve) have been transformed into thousands of sentences, through being able to reconfigure the system to recognise the twitching of two or more fingers at once. So now, by twitching both pinkies, Bernie can articulate the verb ‘to have’ and by adding his left index finger, he can make it past tense. Most of their days are spent in class along with the other former bears, learning the thousands of combinations, but now, after only a couple of months, he can have conversations with his beloved wife which is worth more than the whole world.
His wife who, in his eyes, is more beautiful today than ever, even when she wore her school uniform and was called Miss Chrissie Bailey. With a healthier (and tastier) diet than in the Harrison house and regular muscle exercise using electric shock pads, she, like he, is now slim and toned, and her long hair is growing back to its former glory whilst her enlarged breasts (due, they have discovered to injections administered whilst Bambi was out cold for her monthly cleaning) are still as glorious as they were during their teddy bear days.
And so he gives thanks. He gives thanks to the good people at the National Teddy Bear Rehabilitation Society and he gives thanks to his old mistress for donating him to the charity. He even gives thanks to the N-TES because, strange though it might seem, had it not been for that perverse scheme, he may never have ended up in this bed next to the sleeping form of the woman he loves most in this world, the girl who was out of his league at school and yet who now, he is proud to call his wife.
Life in the charity is not bad. There are volunteers who help them with everything from toileting to moving about, and every day there are lectures and classes to attend, whilst in their spare time, they sit and chat with the other former teddies. Their best friends are Sally and Mike, once known as Bella’s Beatrice and Basil.
They cannot leave their past entirely behind them though, for once a month, in accordance with the instructions of the donors who fund everything, all former bears dress in their teddy suits for a special open day when their former mistresses are allowed to come and visit with their husbands (an experience that Nick always enjoys, since most are extremely sexy; indeed Bella has blossomed just as much as Charlotte did after her wedding and seeing the blonde girl who once owned their best friends always gives him a hard-on). Sadly though, Nick and Chrissie never receive visits or even mail, for Jon Parker (according to Bella) keeps his new wife on a very tight leash (literally), and always in a gag and a monoglove, so communication with anyone is quite out of the question. Indeed, on occasions, Nick muses that, should the limb regrowth technique ever be perfected, and they regain their full humanity, it would almost be like a role reversal with their former mistress. Still, at least she has been well trained for it.
Seeing his beautiful wife’s breasts rise and fall, Nick wriggles closer to her and rubs his erect member up and down her bottom crack. Sensing his movements, she stirs in her sleep, turns to him, and smiles and in the dark night they kiss, dreaming of the day when they may be able to hold one another as well.