Tracy stood there, a slight smile on her lips, as the hate in her heart refused to surface in any visible way.
“Not bad Tracy, you’ve come along pretty well.” the man standing in front of her said.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me.” she replied without her own consent, so she didn’t really view it as a lie.
What she wanted to say was something completely different, and at the top of her lungs, but those words simply would not pass through her lips.
“What’s next?” he asked.
“Well, I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon next week. I’m hoping he can do my breasts by the end of summer.” she responded in a cheerful tone.
It was pointless to fight it, whatever he’d done to her mind was unbreakable, unassailable, undeniable.
“Good, and how large are you going?”
“Oh, as large as he thinks I can safely. I’m sure it will take him a couple of surgeries to get them as large as they need to be.”
“That’s fine, I can’t wait to see the results.”
Then he nodded his head and walked off, letting her continue her own walk back to her own home.
It had been the same each week for the last four months, since she’d bumped in to him the first time.
And when she said bumped, it was a very literal statement. She’d been out for her morning jog, listening to her music and hadn’t even noticed him, when she’d nearly knocked him over.
Before she’d even consciously recognized that she had been at fault, words had come out of her lips on instinct, “Watch where you’re going you dumb boob!”
The response had been developed after years of living in the big city, rude and crude, it was the only way to survive. But since she’d moved to the country, well, it wasn’t nearly as appropriate and she’d been trying to curb the habit.
That was no longer a concern, as the man had looked annoyed for a second and then she’d felt him reach in to her mind and twist it into a pretzel.
Since then she’d been working out more, dressing more scantly, and making sure she always had her hair and makeup done. Her jogs had been replaced by long walks, and her other hobbies with an obsession of her looks and her breasts.
She didn’t know exactly what he was getting out of it, he hadn’t laid a hand on her or even suggested anything of the like, but what she did know was that by the time he was done with her, she’d be the biggest boob of them all.
