Denise looked in the mirror and realized she was totally fucked.

Her brown hair was now dyed platinum blonde, her lips were full of filler to the point she could no longer close the completely, her face had so much botox in it that she could hardly move it, and one thought kept popping up to the front of her mind… suck.

A little shiver ran through her as that word come and went from her thoughts, though it would be back soon enough she knew.

It had all started two months ago when Ken had moved in next door. He was a cocky little shit, early twenties was her guess, and she had no idea how he could afford a house in her neighbourhood, she certainly wouldn’t have been able to at his age.

Instead she’d been married, and divorced, and working to afford her home for years.

So when she’d been a good neighbour and introduced herself while he was moving in, she’d been shocked at his response.

"You're not bad looking for an old bitch, want to come over in a few days once I'm settled and suck my cock?"

She’d of course told him off and stormed away, only half hearing what he called after her.

"Your loss, don't blame me when you come crawling back and beg to suck my dick."

The next few days had seemed fine, but looking back she had realized that even that first night something had changed. Her sleep was restless, her mind racing, but by the end of the first week, it was clear. Her dreams had been the first thing to change, the first night she woke up in a cold sweat with a clear memory of her sucking his dick in her dream and shook her to her core.

By the second week, it wasn’t just her dreams, she had started to make changes to her appearance. Her hair, her makeup, her clothes, all got sluttier. Things had gotten out of hand during the third weak when she went to the salon and got her hair dyed and her first set of fillers. Botox followed shortly afterwards.

Suck

A shiver ran through her as the image of herself kneeling in front of Ken, sucking his dick, flash in her mind along with the thought.

She closed her eyes and moaned, her lips flapping like a fish out of water. She snapped herself out of it after a moment and let out a little whimper… she was so fucked.

She didn’t know how Ken was doing it, but she knew it wouldn’t stop until she went over to his place and begged him to let her suck his cock.

The worst part was that the longer she refused to do so, she knew the more changes she’d make.

She had already started researching on the internet for a plastic surgeon, her dreams filled with the idea of her tits being bigger than her head. For the first time last night she’d dreamed of her ass being just as enhanced as her tits.

If she didn’t go over and beg him soon, she’d be nothing more than a blow up blow job doll.

Another shiver ran through her as she steeled herself, reenforcing her will power, she would not succumb to whatever Ken was doing to her. Then she turned away from the mirror and walked back out to her home office, sat at her desk and started mindlessly browsing the internet once more.

Before long she was on the website of a surgeon on the west coast who specialized in giant fake tits. The kind of giant fake tits only pornstars had, the kind of giant fake tits only complete sluts had, the kind of giant fake tits that only blow up dolls had, the kind of giant fake tits that she needed.

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