“Demicklefred.”
The word hit Shelly like a ton of bricks, her eyes flickered as she took in a sharpe breath before they finally closed and she out a sigh.
“How are you making out Shelly?” Tom’s calm, indifferent, voice asked.
“Fine you fucking bastard.” she replied in just as calm and indifferent tone even though the sentiment was completely off.
Tom just chuckled and she imagined he shook his head at the same time but her eyes remained firmly closed, like they always did in these little checkups.
“No problem with the clients? No requests you have had any issues with?” He probed a bit farther.
“Fuck off Tom, you know there aren’t, otherwise they would have told you.” she replied in a metered tone.
“True, but best to get it from the whore’s mouth as they say… or is that horse? Well doesn’t matter.”
A shiver ran through her at being called a whore, even now, in this state, the programming he’d buried deep in her mind was active and controlling her.
Nine months ago she’d applied to what she thought was going to be a sales job in the medical industry. Tom had interviewed her and promised she’d be making more money than she could dream of, so she’d taken the job.
Technically he’d been right, she was making more money than she ever dreamed of, it was just that she was making it for him!
The two weeks of “on the job training”, which was supposed to consist of visiting clients across the region, had instead been her strapped into a chair, pumped full of drugs, with a mix of audio, visual, and physical stimulation assaulting her mind.
By the time it was over, she was eager to start her new job serving Tom’s clients in any way the wanted.
It was only a few weeks later that she’d moved to another city, leaving behind her friends and family, set herself up in a high end condo, and started seeing clients.
The other changes, like her hair, lips, tits, body, and clothes, had come over time until she was little more than a blow up sex doll… just like the clients liked.
“Anything else I need to know?” he asked matter of factly.
She hesitated for just a moment, but then her lips move, “Thompson… fucking Thompson… wants my tits even bigger… and… and… Renfield… Renfield says I’m still too fat…”
Tom didn’t reply for a few minutes, but she could hear him tapping away at what she assumed was his phone and it binged several times.
“Alright. Ignore Renfield, he’s a cheap bastard and will move on quickly enough… but how many days a week are you at the gym now?”
“Four… four days a week.” she managed to get out, knowing was was coming.
“Make it five anyway… just for good measure, but don’t go overboard on it.”
“Fuck you.”
Tom chuckled but continued, “Thompson on the other hand isn’t cheap, even if he is a pervert, and has agreed to pay a premium. So talk to him next time he’s over and see how big he wants you to go, and make sure to tell him how much of a turn on it is that he’s making you his big titted whore. Then schedule an appointment with the surgeon to make it happen.”
She wanted to scream, but instead just calmly replied, “Fuck, fuck, fuck you.”
He didn’t respond, but instead continued, “Anything else?”
“Double fuck you.”
“I’ll take that as a no. Alright, I’ll drop back in two weeks and see how things are going. Demicklefred.”
Shelly’s eyes flicked again as she felt herself submerging deep in to the recesses of her own mind, then a smile crossed her lips and her eyes twinkled as she looked over at Tom.
“Thanks Shelly, that was great.” Tom said and confusion crossed Shelly’s face.
“Uhm… like, it was?” she asked in confusion.
“Oh yeah, I really like fucking with dumb whores like you… it’s always a lot of fun.” he replied and then stood up.
A little wave of pleasure crossed over her and she let out a giggle, “Like, that’s totally great!”
“Yeah it is, anyway, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.” Tom said and then left the condo, leaving Shelly to eagerly await her next client.
