Ok, maybe dating as mind controller hadn’t been such a good idea after all.
Sure, she knew he was one when they had met, but she had been confident that he wouldn’t be able to play his little tricks on her… and he was cute, so she didn’t see the harm in dating him a bit.
After all, if things got out of her control she could always just dump him.
The first few months had been exciting too! He’d try and use his powers on her, she’d laugh it off, and he’d look suitably frustrated.
Now, looking back, she could see it was an act, that he’d just been putting her at easy. She’d rationalized all the little things that were changing, like her normally conservative dress becoming less and less so as the weeks went on. Or the application of more and more makeup. Or her visiting the salon to get her hair coloured, or some extensions, or her nails done, or some lip fillers.
None of these had seemed odd and even now she wasn’t sure if it was his power or just how much fun she was having being with him!
What clearly wasn’t her own thought though was what had been swirling around in her head for the last few days… that her tiny little titties needed big fake implants.
A shiver ran through her as the thought bubbled up once more and her mind wandered to an image of her wrapping her giant fake tits around his head and giggling like it was the best thing every.
She couldn’t take it any more, she pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie with her lips puckered up, then added a message before sending it to him, “Babe I need you sooooo bad! I know you can’t fuck my tiny titties, but, like, you can fuck these DSL lips all you want!”
The wait was agony, a whole minute until he replied, “Did you make the appointment yet?”
She pouted and whined, but eventually messaged him back, “Nooooo… but I need your cock now!”
“Make the appointment, send me the screenshot, and then I’ll come over.” was all he sent back and she whined even more.
After twenty minutes or so, she eventually gave and made the call, dialing the number he’d provided her a few days ago.
“Doctor Thompson’s office.” the bubbly voice on the other end of the call answered.
“Uh, hi, this is Tiffany Rogers… I’d like to make an appointment with the doctor for a consultation?” she half asked.
“Oh, hello Tiffany, yes the Doc has been expecting your call!” the voice replied.
“He… he has?” Tiffany replied slightly confused.
“Yes, we have a slot for you tomorrow afternoon if that works?”
“That… that soon? Uh… welll… I…” she stammered but the urge to have giant fake tits welled up inside of her again, “Yes! Yes… I mean… tomorrow would be fine.”
“Great! I’ll send the confirmation to this number?”
A shiver ran through her as the idea of forwarding the confirmation made her pussy dripping wet.
“That would be great!”
“Alright, we’ll see you tomorrow Tiffany. Bye.” the line went dead and she simply stared at her phone until the bing of the incoming confirmation sounded and she tapped on it.
A quick screen shot later and a follow up to her boyfriend, and butterflies were swarming in her tummy.
Though she wasn’t sure which excited her more, the thought of him coming over and pounding her face like the fuck hole it was, or the idea she was one step closing to having the biggest, fakest tits she could imagine.
She frowned and furrowed her brow for a moment before deciding it was the face pounding… the tits were clearly his idea, pushed into her head by his tricks. On the other hand, the face fucking was clearly all her own, not something he’d forced into her head, so she was more excited for that.
