“Do you think they’re big enough this time Sir?” Nancy asked as she pushed her tits out towards her owner.
Even after all this time it seemed strange to think of him as her owner, it still sent a shiver down her spine right to her pussy.
She’d met him at a club, she was drunk, he was rich, it seemed like a good fit at the time. She’d woken up beside him in bed the next morning, a pounding hangover, and regret when the rose tinted glasses faded away and she saw he was much older, and uglier than she had thought.
Though he was richer than she thought too, so that made up for it. Looking around at his mansion, it was filled with expensive decor and artwork, so she continued to date him.
Things had gone off the rails after the second month though, he’d been spiking her drinks and food with some kind of drug, and it had finally kicked in. After that, every time she had an orgasm, her mind was left open to suggestion.
He’d quickly remade her into his property, his devoted little fuck doll, and then started work on her body.
Or more accurately, told her to start working on her body.
He’d given her a target to strive for. A look, a weight, a size, all of which she’d achieved now, or at least she hoped she had.
He nodded and smiled, “Almost there Nancy, I’m sure you’ll get it right next time.”
A shiver of disappointment and swell of happiness competed in her mind at the same time. Disappointment at not having achieved his goals, happiness at being praised that she would in the future.
Nancy reached up and pulled her top down, exposing her new tits for the first time to him, “Please Sir, fuck my tits and know that I’ll do everything I can to make them perfect for you.”
He came over and grabbed a handful of her tit, squeezing it and mauling it, then pushed her back onto the bed and straddled her after taking off his pants.
Soon his cock was sliding between her tits and she couldn’t wait for the orgasm to come and for him to make her even more perfect.
