“Holy shit, that’s amazing projection!” Tom said as he flipped through the photos on my phone.
“Hum? Oh, yeah, Jenny.” I replied with a smile, “Yeah, those things stood out like torpedoes!”
“I mean, how? Why?” Tom asked with a stunned look on his face.
“How? Well that took a couple of attempts. The surgeon wasn’t sure he could do it, but he managed it on the third surgery. As for why… well, I guess I was in my ‘faker is better’ phase for tits.” I replied with a shrug.
Tom just shook his head and let out a little whistle.
“Want me to give her a call? I still have her number, she’d drop everything if I told her come over right now. She’s probably still dancing at the club I left her at.”
“Really?… I mean, no, no that’s fine.” he said and then flicked to the next photo.
Tom’s eyes bulged and I suppressed a chuckle.
“And this one?” he asked.
“Cindy, a custom job I did a few years ago. Old fart had a real thing for her but she wouldn’t give him the time of day, obviously. She’s quite the happy little trophy wife now, gave up her VP position and spend her time around his pool working on her tan.”
Tom flicked to the next photo.
“Is that…” Tom stuttered in disbelief.
“Yep, had her face plastered all over every fashion magazine for a good year and half before I found her.”
“Shit, I heard she’d really gone off the deep end with plastic surgery but no one every managed to get any photos…”
“Yeah, I don’t like to share all that much really.” I replied with a shrug, “But my brunette phase only lasted for a few months before I moved on. I left her with a ‘super fan’ that paid very well for the privilege and knew how to keep things quiet.”
Tom then flicked to the final photo.
“Tammy…” Tom said longingly with a sigh.
“Yeah, she’s great isn’t she? Kind of the culmination of my work over the years. Tits that just sit so perfectly on her chest, lips big enough to hardly close, that dumb vacant look that just cries out to fill her head with cum.”
Tom’s shoulders slumped and he stared at the phone for quite a while.
Finally he spoke up, “So why are you showing me all this?” he asked.
I smiled and gave him a clap on the back, “Well my friend, I have a proposal that I think will take care of two birds with one stone.” I replied.
Tom raised an eyebrow, “I moved in beside you, what, six months ago?”
“Yeah about that.” Tom replied.
“And you’ve been pining over Tammy since the moment you saw her.”
Tom started to deny it, but a piercing look from me deflated him, “Yes.” he admitted.
“And that’s caused a few… problems with your wife Jessica, correct?”
Tom nodded.
“In fact she’s just about ready to divorce you isn’t she?”
“Pretty sure she’s seeing a lawyer already.” he agreed.
“Well then here’s my proposal. I’ll lend you Tammy for three months and you lend me Jessica for three months.”
Tom’s eyes lit up like the Forth of July and then he slumped again, “Jessica will never agree to such a thing.”
“Don’t worry about Jessica, I’ll take care of that part of our deal… I have experience in such matters.” I replied.
“Why would you do this though? You already have Tammy…” Tom asked.
I let out a low chuckle, “Oh don’t get me wrong, Tammy’s perfect. But Tammy is Tammy. She’s done, there’s nothing more for me to do with her. I’m kind of bored and want a new project to work on, someone that’s a little bit of a challenge, you know?”
Tom of course knew what I was talking about, Jessica was a strong willed, modern feminist, that demanded respect wherever she went. Just the kind of challenge I was looking for to distract me for a few months at least.
I’d have her on her knees begging me to stuff her tits full of silicone by the end of the first month. After that, I’d see how far Tom wanted me to go, but I suspect he’d be fine with whatever I wanted anyway… if he cared at all. Tammy would be quite the distraction for him, I doubted he had every experience anyone like her before.
Highly empathetic, outrageously imaginative, and completely focused on the pleasure and happiness of her partner, Tammy wasn’t just physical perfect, but mental perfection as well.
Which was part of the problem really, even perfect, after a while, became routine. Changing things up for a bit with Jessica would be good and only increase my enjoyment of Tammy when I was done.
Tom looked deep in thought and finally nodded, “Ok, let’s do it.”
I smiled and extended my hand, he took it and we shook on the deal.
“Good decision Tom. Now, can you get access to her phone for a few minutes?” I asked.
Tom nodded, “Good. Go to this website and install the software you find there. Don’t worry, it will hide itself and wipe out any trace of being installed.” I said, handing him a slip of paper.
“What should I do with this?” he asked, waving the paper.
“Eat it.” I said flatly.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep, best way to make sure it’s disposed of.”
Tom shrugged his shoulders and put the paper in his pocket.
“Uh… one other question…” Tom said hesitantly.
I smiled and pointed upstairs, “She’s waiting for you in the spare room. Feel free to drop by any time, just try and keep it down a bit at night… I do like my rest.”
Tom chuckled and then almost bolted for the stairs, a few minutes later the sounds of sex could be heard coming from the bedroom, so I headed down to the basement. There in my computer lab were the servers and other equipment that would interface with the software that Tom would installed on Jessica’s phone.
Most of it was standard off the shelf stuff, but there were a few custom components, most notably the rack mount frequency generator that would infiltrate her mind over the next few weeks.
I logged into my computer and started a new file for Jessica, writing down some notes, and some possible end points, before starting to write the initial scripts I’d use.
It felt good to be back on the horse and I was looking forward to the next few months like a kid who had been promised a trip to the toy store for being good at the doctors.
After a few hours of searching around the internet I found the perfect image to use as reference for Jessica’s new look.
I added it to her file and saved it.
Just as I was about to logout and go see how Tammy had made out with Tom, an alert appeared on my computer:
New connection from phone23490 accepted.I smiled, brought up the control console and renamed the device to “Jessica’s Phone” and started the automated scripting that would run in the background on her phone and eventaully bring her to me.
