Brandi snapped a selfie and tilted her head to the side just a little… she was so close.
Her tits had finally settled in, her lip fillers were getting better and better with each visit to the salon, her workouts at the gym were paying dividends
She set her phone down and gave her tits a little squeeze… it was too bad that the surgeon hadn’t been able to go bigger, though he’d promised that he’d review her case at six months instead of his usual year. She’d “had to” give him a blowjob to convince him, but she would have done that either way so it wasn’t a big deal.
She picked her phone back up and flicked open her calendar, scrolled ahead a few months to the appointment for the surgeon, then another two weeks ahead of that to the surgery date. He’d pushed back quite hard against scheduling another surgery before even reviewing her case, but the promise of letting him fucker once a month until the appointment had settled that.
Then she moved forward to the next month and stared hard at the appointment that simply read “Presentation”. A shiver ran through her thinking about it, there wasn’t much time between the surgery and her presentation, but as long as there were no complications it should be fine. The knew the risk was worth it.
Her doorbell rang and she quickly headed to the front door and opened it, there stood Doctor Mathews, “Hi Doc!” she said and wiggled her tits before standing back and letting him enter.
She closed the door and they walked into the living room, “I see you’ve gotten more lip fillers…” he said as he turned around and she nodded.
“Yeah, god I can’t wait until they’re even bigger.” she replied.
He then stepped up to her, clinically pushed her bikini to the sides and examined her tits. Squeezing them here and there, jostling them up and down, and finally nodding.
“Looks like all’s good with the implants. Any complaints?” he asked.
She shook her head, “No, other than, well, you know.”
He shook his head and chuckled, “Well, it was all I could do without causing issues.”
“I know, you did great work… let me show you how much I appreciate it.” she said and then stepped into him, wrapped her arm around his shoulders and kissed him deeply.
Soon they fumbled their way to her bedroom and she was down on all fours, his hands on her hips, his dick buried deep in her pussy.
“Oh god yes Dic! Fuck my tight little cunt! Use your horny little fuck doll! Use me Doc! Use me!” she cried out, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him, hunger and need in her eyes.
Brandi laid facedown, the Doctor half laying on top of her, his dick softening but still buried in her pussy.
None of that was on her mind though, instead her memory flashed back to her phone and the “Presentation” appointment in her calendar.
It had been there for since that same date last year, when she’d met… him.
She had been out shopping at the mall, minding her own business when he walked up to her and simply said, “Not bad, could use some improvement.” as he looked her up and down.
She’d sneered and was about to walk away when she’d frozen in place and instead remained in place.
“You’ve got potential, what’s your name?”
“Brandi.” she had replied.
“Alright, get your phone out and open your calendar.” he had commanded and her body had obeyed.
“Make an appointment for this date and time next year, present yourself back here and make sure your my perfect little fuck doll when you do.”
She had typed in the appointment and saved it.
“Good. Open up your contacts, add a new one labeled ‘Owner’, set the mobile number to 555-555-6969. When you get home, strip naked, take some selfies… make sure you get all the important parts well documented, and then message them to me with a short autobiography and where we met. Then a month, a week, a day, and an hour before your presentation, send me a reminder message.”
Then he’d walked away and her body returned to her, kind of at least. She still did exactly what he’d said, went home and sent him everything he wanted, and she’d spent every moment since then thinking about how to be the perfect fuck doll for him.
The problem was that he’d never responded to her messages, no matter how many times she begged him to tell her how to be his perfect fuck doll, so she was really just guessing.
Would her tits be big enough? Would her lips be full enough? Would her body be pleasing enough?
She’d been fucking every man she could, trying to learn how to be slutty and fuckable, offering to suck off random guys that showed any interest in her.
Would any of it be enough? Would he even show up?
A shiver ran through her at that thought… no, he’d show up, he had to. If he didn’t what purpose would her life have?
The Doc grunted and rolled over, slipping his deflated dick from her pussy. She rolled over half on top of him and snuggled up against him, moving her lips to just by his ear.
“That’s Doc, I needed that. Anything I could have done to be a better fuck doll for you?” she asked.
The Doc turned his head and kissed her forehead, “Your pretty much perfect Brandi, don’t know how you could be any better.” he replied and then closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep.
In his half conscious state he muttered a little something that put a smile on her face, “…maybe start referring to yourself in the third person?…”
“Thanks Doc, Brandi loves being a good little fuck doll for you.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth she knew he was right as she slipped down beneath the sheets to see if there was any cum left in his balls.
