There weren’t very many true things left in Yvonne’s life; her hair was died blonde, her face was plastered with makeup, her tits were filled with silicone, and she spent hours and hours in the gym on her booty. Even her glasses were fake, just plain glass.
That was at least one good thing that had come of this, she’d worn coke bottle lenses before, she had been legally blind, if not fully so.
Her head turned as Jackson entered the bedroom and a shiver ran through her.
She’d been studying him at the lab for months before he finally broke free of the control collar they’d been using on him. Free of it’s limiting effect, his ability to warp reality around him made short work of the others in the facility.
Yvonne had seen Dr. Fraser riding around the neighbourhood all decked out in pink, the poor woman a giggling parody of her former self.
She lived a few doors down the street and Yvonne had seen her ducking into bushes with the neighbours several times, always coming out with a smile on her face and cum on her chin.
Dr. Kilian had been over a few times, the woman could hardly stand up straight with her now massive tits, but she always had a smile on her lips, even when she’d seen Jackson pounding her ass.
Of course Director Higson had had it the worst, Yvonne could still remember the multiple PhD scientist leaving the lab in a cute little school girl outfit, giggling and excited to attend her first semester at hair dressing school, which she was paying for by stripping on the weekends.
Yvonne had lucked out, mostly because she’d shown Jackson some small kindness, making sure he was well fed and always had water, which he took into consideration when he took his revenge.
Now, all of the old staff were scatter around the neighbourhood that had once been the lab, restructured into a play area for Jackson, filled with twisted versions of themselves. She hadn’t seen all of them by any means, but she knew Jackson wouldn’t have let any of the escape punishment.
“It’s been fun Yvonne, but I think it’s time for me to move on.” Jackson said to her surprise.
Her face twisted into fear and she sputtered out a response, “No… please… stay!”
But she felt reality starting to warp around her, and just like before, everything changed.
Yvette sat in her living room waiting… waiting for her husband to arrive home so she could properly take care of him.
Blowjobs and titty fucks were her specialty, but really, as long as she got a cock stuffed into her, she was more than happy.
She was a mail order bride, coming from poverty and completely uneducated, except in how to please men, her husband had paid for her to be transformed for his pleasure.
She heard the front door open and stood up quickly, wiggling her ass as she walked to the hallway, she was eager to take him to the dining room, where supper was waiting.
After all, she had to make sure her husband was well fed and hydrated if he was going to be fucking her each and every night.
