“Oh, what? These little bee stings?” Kay asked as she jiggled her tits with her hands.
“Yep, I bet you get a lot of attention with them.” I replied as I walked over to her computer desk and sat down.
Kay smiled as best she could with her over inflated lips, “Oh, that’s sweet of you Steve. Yeah, a few guys on the street take a quick look, and that’s nice of them and all, but come on… it’s not like I have large breasts. At least not yet.” she finished with a smirk.
I suppressed a chuckle and turned to her laptop, she’d asked me to help with a problem she was having, but that was just an excuse. What she really wanted was to show off her progress, including the redecorating of her house.
Katherine had moved into the neighbourhood last year, and in general I don’t concern myself with new arrivals. Mostly I keep to myself and so do the neighbours. Katherine on the other hand, was a nosey neighbour, and a total busy body to boot.
She’d come into money the year before through an inheritance, a rich uncle if you will, and so she’d found the security and privacy of our little gated community very appealing. It was filled with old money, big mansions, and people who liked things calm and steady.
Katherine’s arrival had… disturbed that, and several of my neighbours had come and asked if I could change that.
Most of the community knew there was something a little off about me. I had a string of women coming to my home and several staying over at the same time. It wasn’t like I was ugly or anything, but these women were drop dead georgeous and a few were even semi-famous.
A few in teh community knew my real powers, at my extreme, I could reshape a mind completely, but I seldom did that… it was kinda boring in all honesty. I preferred making smaller changes… little things that would cascade into bigger changes, and that’s what I’d done with Katherine.
In her case, I’d decided to go a little outside of the norm. Instead of just shifting her priorities, or making her less confident or nosey, I’d decided to shift her self-image.
It was amazing how far someone would go to align their internal self image to their external appearance. And not just physically, but mentally as well.
I’d taken her old self-image, that of a confident business school grade that dressed in a power suit and flats, and shift it into a self-concious attention whore who would never be satisfied with how big her tits were.
There was instant changes afterwards with Katherine. At first she just stopped being so… annoying to the community. Kept her opinions to herself, and started staying in her home more.
It wasn’t long though before she appeared again, but this time strutting around the neighbourhood in skimpy little outfits, towering heels, and her quite significant natural bust pushed up and out as far as it could go. She died her hair blonde, pumped her lips full of filler, started wearing gaudy cheap jewellery and stopped to chat with any guy that looked her way.
She did disappear for a couple weeks, only to come back with her current set of implants that she displayed at all times to their fullest.
The last few weeks had been an ongoing series of men with moving trucks come to her home and either taking things away, or delivering new things to her. Gone was her mostly earth tone furniture and belongings, replaced with similarly gaudy pink and pastel versions.
Her whole home looked more like a strip club than a the classy mansion it had been.
“Ah, here’s your problem.” I said as I pulled up an app she’d installed that wasn’t the problem even in the slightest.
“What is it?” she said and then bounced over from her seat on the edge of her bed and stood behind me, leaning forward so her tits pushed into the back of my head.
“But… but I need that… for my… for my streaming…” she stuttered as she saw I’d brought up her streaming studio.
“Well, it’s the problem so I’ll have to get rid of it…” I replied.
“No!” she cried out and before I could do anything, took a step back and twirled my chair around so I was facing her.
Then she hopped onto my lap, pushing her tits into my face and reached around, hitting the keyboard and locking her computer.
“Mmmm… don’t worry about it Steve… I can live with it.” she said as she rubbed her tits into my face.
She pulled back and slipped off my lap, then onto her knees in front of me, “But, thanks for coming over and helping… I really want to thank you properly…” she said as she undid the knot between her tits as she bit her lower lip.
A few minute later she was alternately sliding my dick between her tits and sucking it deeply into her mouth.
I let a little while later, after she’d licked up every single drop of cum I’d deposited on her tits, and she’d thanked me for making her tiny little tities feel useful.
I walked back to my home, a smile on my face, and the memory of the quick view of her calendar I’d gotten. Three more months before her next appointment with her plastic surgeon meant probably five or six months tops before I, along with pretty much every other guy in the community, would get to fuck her even bigger tits.
