Michelle’s boyfriend Karl had had her on a steady program of bimbofication for a couple of years now, but every now and again Michelle balked.
Just recently, she had had a crying jag, wailing that her tits were too big, that she looked like a cow, that none of her friends spent time with her anymore unless they wanted to fuck her. She masturbated as she cried, of course, as he had taught her to, but still, it presented a problem, as her next tit upgrade was scheduled for only a fortnight away.
Karl’s solution was simple – he told her she was still ugly, that no one would love her with tits that small, and that she simply wasn’t trying hard enough to be a brainless fuckbunny. If she loved him, she would stop thinking, and let him transform her into a giggling rapetoy, and that was all there was to it. And if she didn’t love him, then she certainly wouldn’t get to fuck him.
He kicked her out of his bed, and put a dog-basket for her on the floor of the bedroom. Then he invited Candy around, or rather, borrowed her from his friend Geoff.
Candy was his friend Geoff’s project, and she was much further down the track than Michelle, with stupendously huge sex-melons, and few thoughts in her head other than to make men cum in or on her, and help them to turn other women into bimbo cows like herself.
He fucked Candy several times a day and night on the bed he had formerly shared with Michelle. He let Michelle watch, but largely ignored her, paying no heed to her tears of jealousy. He made sure to cum on Candy’s ridiculous fuckballoons each time, and then he would invite Michelle up to lick them clean. While she licked, he would talk about how sexy and desirable Candy was, and how pointless Michelle was.
Between fucks, he would let Candy play with Michelle, dominating her, giving her pain and pleasure, helping guide her towards being a brainless rapedoll just like Candy, always making Michelle worship Candy’s larger cow-tits and make her feel insecure about her own.
By the time he had to give Candy back, Michelle was desperate to have her boobs further enlarged. She even begged Karl and Candy to whip her tits and pussy with a belt for being so stupid, which they happily did before fucking again in front of her while she tried to masturbate away the pain.
She really was stupid, though. She assumed once she had her new fuckbags, she was coming back into his bed. He disabused her of that notion when she came back from surgery, pulling her down off the bed when she tried to climb in, and fucking her on the bedroom floor. “The bed is for nice girls,” he told her. “Big titted slut-cows sleep in the pet basket. Have you seen how big your melons are now? If you think you deserve to be treated like people, you really *are* stupid.”
And besides, he thought, as Michelle crawled naked back to her basket, he’d had a very nice encounter with Michelle’s younger, flirty sister while Michelle was in surgery, and he thought he might very much enjoy the look on Michelle’s face as she watched from her doggy basket while her sister got fucked by her boyfriend…
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That should read “he had taught her to”, rather than “too”.
Fixed, thank you!