“Huh? What?” Debbie replied as she pulled her headphones off and adjusted her glasses.
“I said nice outfit.” I replied with a smirk on my lips.
Debbie rolled her eyes, “Pft, whatever.” she shot back and then put her headphones on again and started jogging away.
It was really quite impressive, she’d dropped at least fifty pounds in the last six months and completely changed her style. She never would have been caught dead in latex a few months ago, but now it was all she wore.
Blue had also become her favorite colour, I really did think it looked best on her.
My neighbourhood was a quite place, or at least it had been until Debbie had moved in next door. She had been one of those busy bodies that just could never leave well enough alone. Suddenly nothing in the neighbourhood was good enough; houses were the wrong colour, the grass was too long, the lawn ornaments were too tacky.
She’d gone on a rampage up and down the street demanding things change.
So I obliged her… just not in the way she expected.
The subliminals I was directing at her bedroom took a long time to sink in, but they did eventually. The first ones I shot at her were about attitude on the neighbourhood. The second were about her fitness, hence the jogging. The next ones were about her attire and beauty routines.
I’d just started the next set a few days ago so they really hadn’t had enough time to take hold, but they’d be altering her opinion on me and ramping up her sex drive.
After that I’d be reshaping her physical self image and giving her a new found love of giant fake tits.
I couldn’t wait to see her jogging around the neighbourhood with those puppies sticking out far enough to arrive a few minutes before the rest of her.
I let out a little chuckle and headed back home with a pep in my step and a whistle on my lips.
