“Are you staring at my tits again?” Debbie asked, but it wasn’t an honest question, it was just as fake as the rest of her.
Her dyed blonde hair, her hair extensions, her botox injected face, her lip filler, the nose job, and of course the silicone implants stuffed in her chest.
Her husband, Todd, just smiled and nodded so she pushed out her chest, then reached up and pulled her tits out so he could get a better look at what he’d paid for.
A year ago she would have slapped him across the face, but then again, a year ago she didn’t have fake tits, or fake lips, or fake hair, or fake anything else.
Not that she hadn’t been beautify, she’d always been that. No, she was just… normal. Sure she applied makeup to look attractive, and showed off her athletic body with tight fitting outfits, but she didn’t stand out in a crowd like she did now.
Also a year ago she’d been scheming to take Todd for every penny he was worth in the divorce she was already planning on before they’d even tied the knot.
But such was the life of a gold digger, and she had gotten very good at it over the years.
She’d worked her way up the social ladder, hop scotching from one sucker to the next, until she’d finally reached Todd’s level. He was a billionaire, several times over, and she intended to be one as well before she was through with him.
Then things had gone sideways.
Oh, she had thought she’d had him wrapped around her little finger, leading him on like a lamb to the slaughter, but it turned out it had actually been the other way around.
After he’d proposed, in Paris no less, he’d whisked her away on a month long European adventure… the first stop? A world class spa in the middle of nowhere in Croatia, that would pamper to her every whim.
What she hadn’t know was that it was the only stop and in reality it catered to his very whim.
After four weeks of intensive brainwashing, along with physical “upgrades”, she was little more than a plastic blow up doll for him.
They married two weeks later in a small ceremony at one of his country estates, her tits on full display, and her ass hanging out of a dress that was way too short.
When the ceremonial “kiss” came at the end, she got down on her knees, flipped up her veil, and gave his dick a proper blowjob until he came all over her face.
She spent the rest of the night at the reception with his dried cum on her face, proudly showing it off to all of the guests.
Debbie moved over and got between Todd’s legs, pushing her tits up against his crotch and rubbing them into it.
“Do you want me to give you a titty fuck or a blowjob baby?” she asked.
He shook his head from side to side, “No, actually I want you to go up stairs and back your carry on.” he said and then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope and handed it to her.
She stood up and opened the envelope, pulling out the plane ticket before reading it.
She only had to read one word for a shiver to run down her spine, Croatia.
“I can’t wait for you to get back… shouldn’t be as long this time. Maybe two weeks, three tops. They tell me they have a new procedure and should be able to at least double the size of your tits. Oh, and I’ve told them how uncomfortable anal makes you, so they’re going to work on that too.” he said.
She turned to leave the room, but he kept on talking.
“I told them if they can make you love anal more than anything else, so much so that you beg to have your ass fucked, that would be fine with me. Of course I’m not really sure that can make you love it, but I’m willing to bet they can certainly make you beg for it like you do.” he finished with a chuckle as she started up the stairs and his voice started to fade into the distance.
She wouldn’t bother packing any clothes, it was clear none of her current outfits would fit her soon enough, so there was no point.
A small smile crossed her lips, at least she’d get to go spend more of his money on shopping when she returned, so that was at least some small consolation. After all, at heart, she was still a gold digger.
