“What have you done to me!?!” Tammy cried out as she held her giant melons in her hands, struggling to form the words with her inflated lips.

I let out a hearty chuckle and smiled, “Nothing you didn’t eagerly agree to at the time…” I replied.

Her lips flapped as if she was a fish out of water looking for some kind of reply as she looked down at her tits. It took her a few more moments to get past them and realize the other changes in her body.

“I’m a fucking blow up sex doll!” she screamed as she finally took in all of the changes.

“Well, yes and no. I mean sure, you’re a sex doll, that’s for sure, but trust me, it took a lot more than a little ‘inflation’ to get you there.”

Her eyes focused on me and narrowed, she took a step forward and raised her hand to slap me across the face. She was slow and unco-ordinated, so it was easy to grab her wrist and twist her around, pushing it far up to her shoulder blades.

“Ow!” she exclaimed as she struggled a little against me.

“Now, now. None of that. You’re only back to ‘normal’ for a short while. Just long enough to prove it to the client.”

“The… the client?” she asked, confused.

Just as I was about to answer the doorbell rang, “Speaking of which…” I said then whispered in to her ear a key phrase that bypassed her conscious mind and glued her feet to the floor.

“Hey… wait…” she complained as I released her arm and walked to the front door and opened it. The client entered and I shook his hand before closing the door behind him.

“Thomas, good to see you again.” I said and watched Tammy’s face twist in horror as her husband turned and looked at her.

“Not as good as it is to see Tammy…” he replied with a grin on his face as he walked over to her.

“Thomas… you bastard! What’s going on?”

Thomas just chuckled in reply and did a quick walk around her, taking in all the changes that had happened. When he was done he whistled in appreciation.

“Damn, you do good work.”

“Thank you. I take pride in the quality of my pieces.”

“Damn it Thomas, answer me!” Tammy screamed.

Thomas finally looked Tammy right in the eyes and smiled, “Isn’t it obvious? Did you really think I didn’t know about what’s his name… Ken was it?”

Tammy sputtered for a moment but then shot back, “And… and who’s that floozy you’ve been tramping around with?”

“You mean Sara? Oh, she’s just a little side piece, nothing serious. Not something I was going to end our marriage over for sure. And don’t try to deny it, I know you had retained a lawyer already.”

“Well… I… I mean… so what?”

“So what? So I like my comfortable lifestyle too much to let you ruin it. I might have married you for love to begin with, but I stayed with you for your families money once you started running around behind my back.”

Tammy had no answer and so just started on a string of profanities directed towards Thomas.

Thomas laughed and after a few moments turned to me, “You’ve got the videos?”

I smiled and fished a USB stick from my pocket, “Of course. They’ll all here.”

“God, I can’t wait to watch them. I bet the one where she begs you for her first set of implants is super hot.”

I nodded, “It’s good, but I think you’ll enjoy the one for the last set of implants even more. Especially the part where she comes for the first time with the dildo between her tits.”

“I’m sure I will. Well, I’m done with the old Tammy.” Thomas said and I nodded as I stepped over to Tammy and whispered another trigger phrase in to her ear.

The string of profanities stopped instantly as her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open for a moment. Then, a smiled crossed her lips and she clasped her arms behind her back.

“Oh, hi Thomas, when did you get here, and who’s your friend?”

“Me? Oh, I was just leaving, don’t mind me at all.” I said and headed for the door.

Tammy just smiled as I watched Thomas step right up to her and grab a hold of her tits. I could still hear her moaning through the closed door as I walked out and towards my car.

I was quite sure that Thomas, and Tammy, would be very satisfied customers. I expected at least one of them to be repeat business.

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