Intro
Casey felt… calm.
I was strange to feel that way since she was naked, standing in front of a panel of me that were determining what her future held.
“Tits need to be bigger.” one of them said.
“Hairs pretty good though…” another said.
“Are you crazy? Natural blonde? We’ve got a backlog for bleached blondes a mile long!” yet another replied.
“She’s in good shape though. Gonna be easy getting her into whatever the eventual client wants.”
“True… do we have a list of potential clients yet?”
“Of course. We have two great candidates. This one is the CEO of a fortune 500 company and wants her for a trophy wife.”
“And the second?”
“High profile politician… needs a new mistress.”
“Well, let’s get her through base processing while we decide which is the better client to place her with.”
“You mean the one that can pay more, right?”
“Of course!”
The next few weeks were… strange. It was like walking through a fog, never quite sure what was going on but always moving forward none the less.
Hours spent in the gym, training and toning her body, reshaping it. Hours spent masturbating, pron playing in the background, her own voice filling the room with disgusting and degrading words. Hours spent on learning makeup and fashion. It seemed endless.
Finally though, it was over and she was wheeled into surgery for her physical changes to commence. Something in her was happy about that… it meant a client had been chosen… that a client now owned her… that she was property and somehow that brought a smile to her lips.
Ending One: The CEO
Casey sat cross legged on the couch across from her owner/husband and was desperately trying to figure out the best way to get him to let her suck his dick.
It was one of the nicer thoughts she’d had today, the thought of giving him a blowjob always made her happy.
At the moment he was going on about some big charity event they had to go to this weekend and how much he didn’t want to attend. He liked to talk like this, not with her, but more at her, never expecting more than a smile and a nod in return.
She was pretty good at it… not as good as she was at sucking and fucking of course, but still… pretty good.
He fell silent for a moment and slumped back into his chair, his chin falling to his chest, and she knew this was her opportunity.
“Gosh, that’s so unfair…” she said as she pivoted forward, reaching down to the floor with her hands before uncrossing her legs to crawl over to him.
She pushed her tits between his legs and looked up at him, as understandingly as possible, “You deserve better… maybe I could give you a blowjob? You always like to fuck my titties.” she said hopefully.
“Or… or… we could go into the bedroom… and…” she continued, biting her lower lip and lower her head, “…you could fuck my ass with that big fat cock of yours that I love so much…”
She felt his fingers reach under her chin and lift her head so they were looking into each other’s eyes again.
“That’s what I love about you Casey… you always know just the thing to brighten my day.” he said with a smile and then stood up.
She stood up as well and he took her hand and lead her towards the bedroom where she knew she was going to be the perfect trophy wife and get her brains fucked out.
Ending Two: The Politician
Casey looked towards the driver and caught sight of her own reflection in the rear view mirror.
Her lips dominated her face, but her tits dominated the image.
“Uh, like, what?” she asked the drive, not having heard what he said as she mind had wandered to what was to come.
“I said we’re about ten minutes out based on traffic.” the driver replied.
“Oh, like, great! giggle“
Normally at this time of night she’d be on the way to the strip club for her shift, but her owner had messaged her and told her that his driver would be picking her up instead.
They were headed to his secret condo, where they always met, and soon enough he’d be fucking her face and slapping her titties like beach balls and she’d be having screaming orgasms.
It was always the way, he was a famous politician with a kink for huge fake tits and lips, and she was his outlet so he could perform his official duties with his wife.
It was kinda strange though, when they men at the strip club played with her tits, or she gave them blowjobs, sure it was pleasurable to her, but nothing like when her owner did it.
A smile would have formed on her lips if that was possible as she remembered the last time, two weeks ago, that he’d called her to the condo.
He’d laid her out on the bed, her head over the side of it, him standing over her, his dick slamming into the back of her throat as he grabbed, slapped, and pulled at her tits and nipples.
A shiver ran through her as her pussy moistened and she eager looked out the front window, trying to make the car go faster.
It didn’t change anything, but soon enough they pulled into the underground parking and he let her out at the elevator, where she rode it up to the condo so she could be the perfect kinky mistress for her owner.
