Part 1 * Part 2
I looked at Daphne and frowned, “What the fuck?” I asked as the man standing beside me grinned from ear to ear.
His grin faded a bit before he answered, “What? I mean, she was already… enhanced, when I got a hold of her. I just… you know…” he replied and shrugged his shoulders.
Daphne for her part didn’t move or even acknowledge that either of us were there. I just shook my head and sighed.
It had been quite a while since the last time I’d seen her, and honestly I hadn’t thought much about her, or the others, after selling off Velma last year.
“Anything else I need to know about?” I said, waving my hand in Daphne’s general direction.
“Well… I didn’t do it, but I don’t think there’s much left between the ears.” he replied sheepishly.
I just nodded, there really hadn’t been that much there in the first place. She’d been the easiest to break and had seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.
“Daphne, come to attention.” the man beside be said and Daphne finally seemed to acknowledge us. She quickly brought her feet together, slipped her hands behind her back, and pushed her tits out as far as she could.
“Daphne, prepare for ownership transfer.”
“Wes Waster…” Daphne said, her over inflated lips causing trouble for her to pronounce pretty much anything.
“Transfer and acknowledge ownership.” the man said and Daphne let out a gasp as she closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again, this time staring right at me.
“Wis swave acwolwloeges itws wew wowner. Hwow way swave swerve woo Waster?”
“In a few minutes we’ll be leaving, follow me and stay quiet.” I said.
“Wes Waster.” she replied and then fell silent.
I turned to the man beside me, “Alright, I’ll see what I can get for her, but no promises. Damaged goods and all.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh yeah, of course, completely understand. Thanks for taking her on, whatever you can get for her is fine.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. It will take some time to rebuild her personality enough to get top dollar, but fortunately I have all those TV shows of her and the gang to use as a base. I’m sure I’ll be able to piece together something that will pass muster… at least for what the buyers will want anyway.”
The man held out his hand and I shook it, then I turned and left, Daphne following along behind me.
I’d have to send her to my plastic surgeon for an evaluation, to see how much damage had been done and what could be repaired, but I could work with whatever assessment he gave her.
Of course I’d be doing my own evaluation of her, and I was pretty sure those tits and lips would pass with flying colours.