Plastic Deception

“You’re going to love the results, Vanessa,” Luke Matthews said with a smooth, silky voice as he leaned closer to the young woman reclining in the consultation chair. His green eyes sparkled with practiced charm, and his lips curled into a seductive smile that made the young woman’s cheeks flush.

The patient giggled as she twisted a lock of her chestnut hair around her finger. “You really think so, Dr. Matthews? I mean, I trust you, but it’s such a big change.”

Luke’s hand brushed Vanessa’s arm and lingered just a moment longer than necessary, sending a shiver through the patient’s spine. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’m the best at what I do. Those lips of yours will be plump, perfect, and impossible to ignore.” He winked, his strong jawline catching the soft glow of the overhead lights in the modern consultation room of the New Ambitions Private Clinic. “Your husband won’t even know what hit him.”

The clinic was a masterpiece of modern design, its glass walls reflecting the Los Angeles skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. Polished chrome fixtures reflected under recessed lighting, and the air carried a faint scent of relaxing lavender from the diffusers around the clinic. There were three main rooms in the small location: the reception room, consultation room, and the surgery room, where the magic happened. The clinic was a temple to altered beauty, where Luke and his partner sculpted the city’s wealthy citizens into perfected versions of themselves.

Keith Cross sat at the far end of the room at his own desk, reviewing a patient chart with a furrowed brow as he overheard the convincing sales pitch of his partner. His silver-gray hair was neatly cropped, and his stocky frame filled out a tailored black suit currently covered up by a white doctor’s jacket. At fifty-five, he exuded calm professionalism, and a lifetime of good choices had left him a wealthy man with a beautiful wife. The older doctor glanced up, catching Luke’s eyes, but said nothing. Despite his reservations about his partner’s ethics, they had an agreement not to interfere with each other’s work.

Vanessa’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her lips parting in a shy smile. “Okay, Dr. Matthews, I’m in. Let’s do it.”

The young private doctor’s charming grin widened as a predatory glint flashed in his eyes. “That’s the spirit, Vanessa. You’re going to be the talk of the town.” He stood and offered his hand, his fingers brushing the woman’s with an inappropriate, deliberate warmth as he helped her from the chair. “The receptionist will take care of all the details, darling. I look forward to the next time we meet.”

She giggled again, her cheeks flushed as she nodded eagerly, enjoying the attention from the smooth doctor. “Thank you, Dr. Matthews. I can’t wait.” Vanessa followed him toward the door, her steps light with anticipation, entirely under his charming spell.

The dark-haired doctor led his patient out to the reception room, where the displays flickered with examples of previously successful surgeries. He handed her off to the young receptionist before turning back toward the consultation room, his grin shifting from charming to smug as he caught Keith’s gaze from across the room. “Another satisfied client, Keith,” he called out, his voice dripping with self-assured pride.

Keith set his tablet down and narrowed his eyes slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “You certainly know how to charm them, Luke,” he said politely. “Just be careful with all that charm. It’s going to land us in hot water one day.”

Luke chucked, unfazed, and sauntered back to his desk. “Relax, Keith. It’s just good business,” he flashed a toothy grin, his straight teeth reflecting off the light. “Clients like a little personal touch, you know. Who am I to deny them that?” He chuckled to himself, confident that he could talk his way out of anything.

Keith adjusted his glasses and pursed his lips slightly as he studied Luke. He couldn’t deny that his young partner brought in results. But Keith had been doing this a lot longer than the brash hotshot, and he didn’t want the playboy man to taint his upstanding legacy. “I’m serious, Luke. You need to be careful. One investigation is all it would take to tear this clinic down.”

The young surgeon waved off Keith’s warning with a casual flick of his hand, showing off his flashy platinum watch as he did. “You worry too much, Keith. I’ve got everything just the way I want it.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing, as he flashed another confident grin, his green eyes glinting with youthful arrogance.

The older, more sensible doctor sighed, his broad shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his partner’s nonchalance. “Okay, I trust you. Just don’t mess this up. I put my entire life into this clinic.” He picked up his tablet again and tapped his fingers along the screen with deliberate focus, as if to anchor himself away from Luke’s reckless energy.

Luke’s phone buzzed in his pocket, a soft sound that sent a small burst of dopamine into his system. The man slipped it out and glanced at the screen. The message was simple: “Parking lot. Now. Don’t keep me waiting. x” The young man’s lips curled into a wicked grin, a spark of illicit thrill igniting in his green eyes. He glanced over at his oblivious partner as he bit his lower lip. Luke knew what awaited him in the parking lot, and the thought of it made his pulse quicken.

He stood, smoothing his navy suit over. “Gotta run, Keith,” he said, his voice casual but laced with a smug edge. “Got a thing to take care of tonight.”

The older man looked up from his tablet and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay, Luke?” he asked warmly.

“Better than okay,” the young, confident man replied with a broad, beaming smile. “Just a little personal business, you know?” He gave his partner a playful wink and strode towards the door.

Keith shook his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he imagined his own beautiful wife at home. “Enjoy. Maybe one day you’ll settle down with a gorgeous, loyal woman like I did.”

Luke paused at the glass door and rested his hand on the handle, tossing a final glance over his shoulder. “Oh, I’m enjoying myself plenty, Keith,” he said with a low, teasing chuckle, enjoying the irony in his partner’s latest statement. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he grinned before pushing through the door and flashing his beautiful receptionist a wink on the way out, his mind already on the forbidden thrill waiting for him in the parking lot.

❖

Luke slid into the back seat of a black SUV rental car sitting idly in the parking lot. He immediately pulled the stunning blonde waiting inside the vehicle into a heated kiss. Her full, soft lips pressed against his with a hunger that sent a surge of pleasure down his spine. The woman’s tongue danced with his, and her delicate hands gripped his shoulders, her soft pink nails digging into the fabric of his navy blue jacket.

The parking lot, which the New Ambitions clinic shared with several other businesses, was dark and barely lit up the curvaceous blonde woman kissing in the car, her figure wrapped in a tight red dress that hugged her surgically enhanced D-cup breasts and perfectly rounded hips, her long golden hair spilling over messily in glossy waves. The woman’s blue eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and nervous excitement, and her flawless, tanned skin felt sensitive to the touch of Luke’s roaming hands.

The blonde moaned softly into his mouth with a sweet breath, but as Luke slid a hand down her thigh, fingers brushing the lace edge of her panties to signal his next intentions, she swatted his hand away with a playful yet firm smack. “Not so fast, darling,” she purred with a flirty tone that was mixed with caution. She pulled back and fixed Luke with a wary look. “We need to drive further out. What if my husband sees us?”

Luke grinned, his green eyes glinting with reckless confidence as he leaned back, one arm draped casually over the seat as he played with the blonde’s hair. “Relax, babe, he doesn’t suspect a thing,” he replied with an assured smoothness. “Keith’s too preoccupied with work to notice what’s right under his nose. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

The woman was Bella Cross, Keith’s 28-year-old blonde, busty trophy wife. She married the man for his wealth, and did a great job of playing the part of his dutiful partner, except where it mattered. The woman was repulsed by her older husband, and the idea of sex with him made her want to vomit. Instead, she kept him at arm’s length with vague promises while she craved the touch of another.

She lived for Luke’s touch, and he was the only man to truly make her feel weak in bed. Her marriage was a gilded cage, her love for Keith’s money far outweighing any attraction to the older surgeon’s stocky frame and humorless demeanor. Luke, with his strong, chiseled jaw and Playboy charm, was her escape, a dangerous indulgence she could resist despite her paranoia.

Their affair had been going on for months, with each encounter far more reckless than the last. Where they used to carefully plan their trysts in faraway motel rooms, Luke had continued to push the boundaries of acceptable risk. Bella now found herself kissing her husband’s business partner just a few hundred yards from where the older man sat. Luke thrived on the risk, pushing Bella to take bigger chances, while she wavered between indulging her desire for him and the fear of losing everything if Keith found out.

Bella’s blue eyes darted toward the clinic’s glass facade, her heart racing for any sign of Keith’s silhouette against the fading sunset. “I’m not joking, Luke,” she warned him. “We are too close. If someone spots us, it’s over for me. Let’s just go somewhere else, please?”

The young man chuckled and traced his fingers in slow, teasing circles along the blonde’s tantalizing cleavage, prompting her to shudder. “You’re so sexy when you get like this, babe,” he murmured, leaning closer and kissing her plump lips once more. “The danger’s what makes it so hot, Bella. You feel it, don’t you? That rush when we’re this close to getting caught.” Luke grinned. “But don’t worry. I’m good at what I do, and the big man will never find out.”

Keith’s wife shivered under Luke’s touch, her resolve weakening as his fingers lingered on her skin and ignited a familiar heat in her crotch. “You’re impossible,” she said, her flirty smile displaying her obvious arousal. “You always know how to make me give in, don’t you?”

Luke’s grin widened as his hand slid to her knee and squeezed gently as he leaned in, his breath hot against the blonde’s ear. “That’s because I know exactly what you want, what you desire,” he spoke softly and teasingly. “You love it when I push you, admit it.” His fingers danced along the hem of the blonde’s red dress, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Bella pulled back slightly as the flicker of fear returned to her eyes. “Luke, I’m serious,” she said with a much firmer tone. “This is too close. I can’t risk playing with you here.”

The surgeon made an exasperated sigh as he studied the beautiful woman’s form, one that he had sculpted with his own knife. “Alright, alright, babe,” he relented. “You win. We’ll do this tomorrow night instead.” Luke leaned back, his hand still possessively on the woman’s hip. “Keith’s got a late-night surgery scheduled, so how about you come over to my place? No one will see us there, and we’ll be finished before the big boss man gets home.”

Bella bit her lip, her eyes softening as the thrill of Luke’s proposal battled her caution. “Your place?” she repeated with a mix of hesitation and excitement. “It’s pretty risky. What if one of your neighbors spots us?”

Luke leaned closer and chuckled deeply. “Don’t overthink it, babe. Mrs Grayson is as blind as a bat, and the Johnsons don’t go prying into my business. We’ll be fine.”

The blonde thought for a long moment before her flirty smile returned. She leaned over and gave her lover another long, sensual kiss, moaning softly as their lips met. “Mmm, okay. Tomorrow at your place, then,” she agreed with her voice laced with desire. “Until then, don’t forget about me, big boy.” She trailed a pink-nailed finger down his chest, before leaning over and pushing the car door open. With one fell swoop, she pushed the man backwards and he tumbled out of the car. Bella grinned before giving Luke a sultry wave and closing the door behind him, sliding back into the front seat and driving off before her husband noticed the commotion.

Luke grinned. Keith told Luke that the young surgeon would be happier if he had a woman just like his wife. He had no idea how true that statement was.

❖

A loud knock echoed through Luke’s spacious, bright apartment, pulling him from his thoughts. The surgeon tightened the belt of his black silk dressing gown, the smooth fabric brushing his toned thighs as he crossed the polished floor. Opening the door, he found Bella standing there, her blue eyes wide with nervous excitement, her sexy figure shrouded in a long black trench coat that grazed her patent black high heels. She rushed inside, her heels clicking softly, and shut the door with a shaky breath. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she said, her voice a mix of regret and anticipation. “This outfit was a terrible idea.”

Luke grinned, his eyes glinting with wicked delight as he leaned against the doorframe. “Are you wearing it, though?” he teased, already imagining the ‘outfit’ he had bought her clinging to the blonde body behind the coat.

Bella nodded slowly, her cheeks flushed as she bit her lower lip. “Yeah,” she murmured hesitantly.

“Show me,” the young, charismatic man replied, his grin widening as he stepped closer, enjoying his beautiful lover’s trepidation.

The blonde hesitated, her eyes darting from side to side as if she was checking for an audience, but the heat of Luke’s stare melted her resolve. With a reluctant sigh, Bella unbuttoned the trench coat. She let it fall to the floor, revealing a black leather BDSM harness that snaked around her surgically enhanced D-cup breasts and perfectly bare pussy, leaving her most intimate parts exposed. The dark straps hugged the woman’s curves, accentuating her flared hips and cinched waist, while her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her blushing skin. Her tall heels, part of the outfit, forced Bella’s posture upright, making her breasts jut forward invitingly.

Luke gasped, his grin turning predatory as he dropped his own gown, the silk pooling at his feet to reveal tight black boxer shorts clinging to his muscular frame. His impressive 8-inch cock began painfully straining against his underwear at the sight of the scantily-clad, beautiful blonde before him. Luke stepped forward, hooking a finger through a leather strap near Bella’s navel, and pulled her close, his lips crashing against her with a hungry edge. “You look fucking incredible,” he groaned against her mouth, leading her by the harness toward the living room, hearing her provocative heels click with each step.

The pair sank onto the plush cream-colored sofa and roamed their hands eagerly over each other’s bodies. Bella’s moans filled the air as Luke deepened the passionate kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a possessive fervor. Bella’s long, painted nails grazed the man’s hairy chest, teasing the taut muscles beneath, while his hands cupped her enhanced, bare breasts, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. Their makeout session stretched on with each touch stoking the fire between them.

Luke eventually pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he wordlessly guided Bella to her knees on the soft rug. He lowered his straining boxer shorts to reveal his hard, throbbing 8-inch cock, the tip already glistening from their kissing session. Bella’s eyes flicked up to meet his, a flirty smirk playing on her lips as she leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin. She teased the tip with slow, deliberate licks, keeping her arms behind her back, her tongue swirling in circles that elicited a lustful moan from the man’s mouth.

She took her time, her lips brushing the sensitive head, kissing and nibbling with perfected precision, a practice she never endured with her older husband. Her tongue flicked along the underside of the member, slow and sensual, before she finally wrapped her plump, pink lips around him, taking him inch by inch into her warm, wet mouth. She moved with a rhythm that was both teasing and relentless, her head bobbing enthusiastically as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. The surgeon’s hands tangled in his lover’s golden hair as he guided her gently, his hips rocking slightly to meet her pace.

Bella’s technique was flawless, her lips sliding along his length with a slick, practiced ease, her tongue dancing around the shaft in ways that made his toes curl. She hummed softly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure down the man’s spine. Bella’s eyes were locked on his, filled with a mix of submission and mischief. Her hands moved from behind her back to cup the young man’s balls, massaging gently as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his great size.

Luke’s breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening in her hair as she worked him closer to the edge, her lips and tongue a perfect symphony of oral pleasure. The blonde varied her pace, slow and teasing one moment, then fast and hungry the next, her pink nails grazing his thighs as she pushed him towards ecstasy. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the heat and pressure building, and he groaned loudly, lost in the sensation of her expert cock worship.

Suddenly, however, Luke’s vision blurred, and a sudden dizziness overwhelmed him as the world shifted. He was no longer on his sofa but on his knees in a dimly lit room, staring up at a towering figure. His lips were wrapped around a thick, pulsing cock, the taste salty and overwhelming, his mouth stretched as he sucked obediently. His hands rested on muscular thighs, his body felt petite and curvaceous, breasts heavy on his chest. He felt the man’s hand possessively in his hair, guiding him with a firm grip, and a deep voice rumbled above, urging him to take it deeper. The sensation was vivid, every detail sharp—the heat of the cock, the weight on his tongue, the humiliating thrill of submission.

He tried to pull back, but his body wouldn’t obey, his lips moving with desperate, submissive need, sucking and licking as if driven by instinct. The man’s groans filled his ears, each thrust of the cock deeper into his throat sending a mix of shame and unwanted arousal through him. Luke’s body responded traitorously, a slick heat pooling between his legs, his mind screaming in horror at the realization that he was pleasuring a man, his Playboy identity unraveling with each thrust.

His vision intensified, the man’s hand tightening, his dick pulsing as Luke’s feminized form worshiped it, his throat aching from the effort. He felt small, powerful, like his body was no longer his own, and the man’s deep chuckle sent a chill through him. The towering figure was Keith, his business partner, staring down with his cold eyes, a smug grin on his face as he claimed Luke’s mouth.

Luke’s vision cleared with a jolt, and the young man gasped in horror, his cock pulsing as he came hard, the most intense orgasm of his life flooding Bella’s surprised mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her lips still wrapped around his large member, before she pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. Luke’s chest heaved as he struggled to contemplate the meaning behind his vivid hallucination.

Bella leaned back on her heels, her leather harness glinting in the dim light, and gave him a flirty smile. “Wow, that was intense, big boy. I must be getting better at it. Anyway, my turn now,” she purred, her voice dripping with invitation as she leaned back onto her ass and spread her thighs, her wet, bare pussy glistening from arousal. “You gonna return the favor or what?”

The typically charismatic man’s heart raced, his arousal doused by the disturbing vision he had just experienced, his skin prickling with unease. “Ugh, not tonight, babe,” he said, forcing a grin as he grabbed her trench coat from the floor. “I got an early morning tomorrow, you know how it is. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” He handed her the coat, his hands shaking slightly as he urged her toward the door before she even had a chance to slide the coat on.

Bella’s eyes widened, and the blond gasped. “Wha- Not again, Luke!” She said with an annoyed tone. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“I’ll call,” he replied as he opened the door, practically shuffling her out. “Tomorrow, okay? We’ll set something up.”

The anxious man didn’t wait for his lover to redress herself before he closed the door behind her and leaned back against the wall, his mind swirling with the surreal, disturbing experience. The image of Keith’s cock in his mouth lingered, a haunting shadow that made his stomach churn. What the hell had happened? He had never felt guilt before, especially in such a humiliating form. He sighed and shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the memory as he got ready for bed.

❖

A faint knock rapped at the back door of the operating theater, cutting through the silence of the empty New Ambitions Private Clinic. Luke, the last one remaining, was busy packing up his files as his lips curled into a knowing grin. He adjusted his charcoal suit jacket and strode toward the door.

The surgeon opened it to find Bella, her sexy silhouette wrapped in a tight pink dress that clung to her enhanced breasts and wide hips. Without a word, she surged forward, driven by heat as her lips crashed into his with a desperate, passionate kiss, pushing the young man against the wall, her hands roaming his chest.

Luke groaned into the blonde mouth, his hands gripping her waist as he savored the heat of her needy body pressed against him. He pulled back just enough to close the back door, the lock clicking shut with a soft thud. Turning around, he saw Bella perched on the operating table, her legs spread wide, panties on the floor, the pink dress hiked up to reveal her slick, wet pussy, glistening with arousal. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and mischief, and her heels dangled off the table’s edge. “I think it’s time to repay that favor, big boy,” she purred, sultry and inviting as she leaned back, her breasts straining against the tight, bright fabric of her dress.

The surgeon’s grin widened, his pulse quickening as he crossed the room, his eyes locked on her exposed body. Luke knelt before the table and slid his hands up her smooth thighs before parting them further as he leaned in. His tongue flicked out, teasing the slick folds with slow, deliberate licks, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal. Bella moaned softly, her hips arching towards her lover, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as he explored her pussy, his lips kissing and sucking her sensitive clit, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Luke deepened his ministrations, his tongue plunging into her wet heat, swirling and probing with expert precision. Bella’s moans grew louder, her thighs trembling under his grip as he lapped at her, his lips grazing her swollen clit, drawing out her pleasure with relentless skill. Her body writhed on the table as the pink dress bunched higher, exposing her taut stomach. At the same time, she surrendered to the sensations of the man’s tongue, her blue eyes fluttering shut. Luke’s hands roamed her hips, anchoring her as he pushed her closer to the edge, his own arousal straining against his trousers.

Luke pulled back, leaving Bella panting and trembling on the edge of the surface, her pussy glistening on the brink of climax. The man climbed onto the table and swiftly undid his belt before freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He positioned himself between his lover’s legs, guiding his long length to her wet, inviting entrance, and thrust into her with a deep, possessive groan. Bella gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, his hips rocking with a steady, powerful rhythm. Her tight heat gripped him, and each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body.

He fucked the blonde harder, his cock plunging deep, the table creaking beneath them as he claimed her with unrestrained desire. Bella’s legs wrapped around the young man’s waist, pulling him closer, her breasts bouncing beneath the pink dress with each forceful thrust. Luke’s hands gripped her hips as he drove into her, the taboo of their illicit, cheating act in Keith’s sacred operating room fueling his arousal. Bella’s cries grew desperate, her body arching as she neared her peak, her pussy clenching around him with every stroke.

Suddenly, and without warning, Luke’s vision blurred, a wave of disorientation crashing around him as the world shifted. He was still in the operating room, but his body was different—smaller, curvier, with heavy breasts straining against a flimsy top. His legs were spread wide open on the table, and Keith’s face loomed above, his gray eyes gleaming with a satisfied grin as he fucked Luke’s slick, tight pussy hard. The young surgeon screamed, but it wasn’t a sound of distress or alarm. Instead, he chirped in a lustful, high-pitched, feminine wail, “Fuck me harder, Daddy!” The sensation was vivid, every thrust of Keith’s cock sending jolts of pleasure and humiliation through him, his body responding eagerly despite his mind’s horrified protests.

Luke writhed under his business partner, his feminized form helpless, his pussy clenching around the older man’s cock as Keith’s hands gripped his hips, pounding into him with relentless force. Luke’s screams grew louder, a mix of shame and unwanted ecstasy, his body betraying him with every thrust. Keith’s deep chuckle filled the air, his dominance overwhelming, and Luke felt his identity unraveling, his once-confident masculinity reduced to a submissive, moaning shell. The vividness of the vision—Keith’s scent, the heat of his cock—made Luke’s mind scream in terror.

The young surgeon’s vision cleared with a jolt. Luke groaned, his cock pulsing as he came hard inside his blonde lover, her own orgasm shuddering through her, her pussy clenching tightly around his member as they both shared orgasmic bliss. Bella cried out, her body trembling beneath him as her blue eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure.

Eventually, Luke pulled out, stepping back away from the table, his hand clutching his head as if to shake off the haunting memory of Keith’s dominance. His chest felt tight, and his skin prickled with unease, the vivid image in his head lingering humiliatingly.

Bella, still in an orgasmic haze, propped herself up on her elbows. “You okay, Luke?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone dismissive as he forced a weak grin, grabbing Bella’s lacy panties from the floor. “It’s late, babe, you better go.” He handed her the underwear, his hands visibly trembling as he urged her off the table, his mind still reeling from the disturbing vision.

Bella frowned, slipping on her panties with a pout. “You sure you’re alright?” she pressed as she adjusted her dress.

“I said I’m fine,” Luke snapped, his tone sharper than intended as he opened the back door, gesturing for her to leave. “I’ll call you, okay?” He said before shuffling her out, slamming the door shut behind her. He gasped as he rested his hands on the operating table where it had all happened. Was he losing his mind?

❖

Luke tapped his pen against the patient chart, his usual smooth charm faltering as he glanced at Keith across the consultation room of the New Ambitions Clinic. “So, uh, we’re set for Mrs. Larson’s procedure tomorrow, right?” he asked, his voice catching slightly, a nervous stutter betraying his unease. The haunting images of Keith’s cock in his mouth and thrusts in his pussy lingered from the previous night, making his stomach churn.

Keith looked up from his tablet, his eyes steady with their usual serious focus, his silver-gray hair catching the soft glow of the recessed lights. “Yes, Luke, everything’s in order,” he replied, his tone calm and professional, oblivious to his partner’s inner turmoil. “Her pre-op scans look good, and I’ve scheduled the anesthesia team. You seem a bit off today. Everything alright?”

Luke forced a smile as his fingers tightened around the pen. “Yeah, just, you know, a late night,” he said, his words stumbling as he tried to shake off the vivid hallucinations. “Nothing I can’t handle, Keith.” He leaned back in his chair, his navy suit jacket creasing slightly, trying to reclaim his Playboy confidence despite the unease gnawing at him.

As the pair worked, the glass door swung open, and Bella Cross sauntered in, her slutty figure wrapped in a tight black, low-cut dress that hugged her D-cup breasts and flared hips, her blonde hair cascading in perfect, loose waves. The woman flashed Luke a sly wink before turning to her husband, her lips curling into a warm smile. “Hey, darling, you forgot your lunch on the way out,” she purred, holding up a paper lunch bag, her voice dripping with affection as she leaned in to kiss Keith’s cheek.

Keith’s face lit up, his serious demeanor softening as he accepted the bag. “You’re too good to me, Bella,” he said gratefully. He pulled her into a gentle hug, his hands resting on her waist. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have such a perfect woman by my side.”

Bella giggled, her blue eyes sparkling as she pressed herself closer, her breasts brushing against Keith’s chest. “Oh, stop it, you’re embarrassing me,” she teased, her tone playful but calculated, her gaze flickering briefly to Luke with a knowing glint. She pulled back and smoothed out her dress, the fabric accentuating her curves provocatively.

The older man turned to his business partner, his smile genuine but oblivious. “You need to find a woman like Bella, Luke,” he said, his voice earnest. “Someone who’s loyal, beautiful, and keeps you grounded. It’d do you good to settle down.”

Luke’s lips twitched into a gentle grin, the irony of Keith’s words stoking his smug satisfaction. “Yeah, maybe one day, Keith,” he replied, his voice smoother now, as his mind flashed to Bella’s bare pussy on the operating table. “I’m still enjoying the single life, you know?”

The busty blonde gave her husband one final kiss, her lips lingering on his cheek before she turned to leave, her hips swaying provocatively as she glanced back at Luke with a sultry grin. “See you at home, darling,” she called to Keith sweetly. “Don’t work too hard.” Her heels clicked softly as she exited, the glass door closing behind her.

Keith chuckled, shaking his head as he set the lunch bag on his desk. “She’s something else,” he said, his tone full of pride as he returned to his tablet, tapping away with renewed focus. “Let’s finish up these charts, Luke. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

Luke nodded, his eyes lingering on the door where Bella had vanished, her swaying backside etched in his mind. “Sure thing, Keith,” he said, his voice steady but distracted, his thoughts torn between the thrill of their affair and the haunting hallucinations that refused to fade. He gripped the pen tighter, trying to bury the image of Keith’s dominance, his confidence shaken as he forced himself back to work.

❖

Bella slipped into the passenger seat of Luke’s bright, red five-seater convertible, the leather cool against her thighs as he pulled away from her lavish home with haste. Luke, dressed in a fitted black polo and tight jeans, glanced at his lover with a sly grin. “Take off the coat, babe,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he steered toward a secluded spot, his hand resting possessively on her knee as he drove.

Bella clutched her long black trench coat, her blue eyes wide with hesitation. “Maybe we should wait until we get to your place,” she said cautiously. “This feels a bit too exposed, Luke, you know?”

The surgeon chuckled, and his grin widened as he kept his eyes on the road. “Where’s your sense of adventure, babe?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful challenge. “Come on. Isn’t that why you’re in the car with me and not at home with your boring old husband? Let’s have some fun. Take it off.”

The blonde bit her lips, her cheeks flushed as she glanced at the clear, untinted windows. “You’re insane,” she murmured, but the heat in the man’s gaze wore her down as usual. With a reluctant sigh, Bella unbuttoned the coat. She let it slide off, revealing her naked body beneath, save for the towering platform stripper heels that accentuated her toned legs. Her enhanced D-cup breasts, slim waist, and bare pussy were fully exposed in the car, available for anyone peering in to see. The cheating wife blushed deeply, crossing her arms over her chest, her vulnerability fueling Luke’s arousal.

Luke parked in a secluded parking lot, a known voyeur spot hidden among overgrown trees, the darkness offering a thin veil of privacy. Bella’s eyes narrowed as she looked around and spoke with obvious concern. “Umm, Luke. I thought we were going to your place,” she said hesitantly. “This isn’t what I signed up for.”

The young man leaned back in his seat and admired his lover’s toned, fake body. “My apartment’s got a leak, babe. It’s totally flooded,” he said nonchalantly as his hand softly brushed her naked thigh. “This spot’s as good as any, don’t you think? It’s just you and me, after all.” The dark-haired man’s fingers trailed high, teasing her skin as they closed in on her horny crotch.

Bella sighed, but she knew the young, charismatic man always had a way of breaking her resolve, and she nodded slowly before fidgeting over into the back seat. “So, what do you have in mind?” she asked flirtatiously despite her nerves, her fingers fumbling with his belt before she lowered his pants and stroked her lover’s hardening cock.

Luke followed the blonde into the backside, his eyes dark with desire as the woman warmed him up. “Well, I thought it’d be nice to try anal again,” he said, his voice low and suggestive as Bella continued to play with his cock. “You know, something to spice things up.”

Her hand froze instantly, Bella’s blue eyes widening with reluctance as she stared back at the smug man. “No way, Luke. It hurt so much last time,” she said firmly, pulling back slightly. “I’m not going through that again.”

The surgeon pouted playfully with an exaggerated expression, his lips curling in a coy, youthful frown. “Come on, babe, it’s just because you haven’t tried it enough,” he said teasingly, knowing he always broke her down in the end. “Couples end up loving it, you know that. Don’t you want to make me happy? I’m kind of hurt you’d say no.” His eyes softened as his manipulative charm dripped from every word.

Bella sighed, her resolve crumbling under the man’s pouty gaze. “Fine, okay,” she muttered, guilted into agreement. “But make it quick.”

Luke’s pout transformed into a wide smile as he leaned in, spitting into his hand and rubbing the slick saliva generously over Bella’s tight ass, prompting the blonde to gasp. He continued to lube the woman up with deliberate care before positioning himself behind his lover. “Here goes. Just relax, babe,” he encouraged her as he guided his dick into her puckered entrance and eased in slowly, his groan mingling with the woman’s soft whimper.

The tight heat enveloped the surgeon, her body tensing as he moved with measured thrusts, his hands gripping to steady her. The cramped backseat amplified the intimacy as Bella’s naked curves pressed against the leather, and her clear stripper heels dug into the seat.

Luke picked up the pace, his cock sliding deeper, faster, each thrust drawing a mix of pain and unusual pleasure from Bella’s pouty lips. Her moans grew louder, her body rocking with his rhythm, the taboo thrill of their risky location adding to the experience. Luke’s hands roamed the blonde’s bare back, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her hard, sensing his orgasm fast approaching, the sensation of her tight ass driving him wild.

However, suddenly, dizziness overwhelmed the young man, and his world suddenly shifted. Luke was still in the backseat of a car, but his body was different—smaller, slimmer, with huge, heavy breasts bouncing nakedly. A man pounded into his plump, rounded ass, hard and fast, the searing pain overwhelming him. Luke screamed, his voice a high-pitched, slutty wail, but it wasn’t the sound of distress. “Oh, yes, fuck my ass!” The sensation was vivid, every thrust igniting a humiliating ecstasy, his body arching eagerly despite his mind’s horrified protests. He turned his head, and Keith’s eyes stared back at him, the older man’s smug grin searing into Luke’s soul as he claimed him from behind.

Luke’s feminized form writhed, his ass clenching around Keith’s hard member, each brutal thrust sending unwanted waves of shameful arousal down his spine. His older business partner’s hands gripped his hips, his deep, victorious chuckle filling the car as Luke’s unfiltered screams grew louder, his body betraying him with every movement. The vividness of the vision made Luke’s mind reel in terror, his once-confident masculinity reduced to a moaning, submissive shell.

As quickly as the vision started, his mind cleared up, and the young surgeon was suddenly back in the car fucking his business partner’s wife in the ass. He groaned deeply, and his dick pulsed as he came hard inside Bella’s ass, filling the blonde with his fruitful seed as the woman moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure, although her own orgasm never arrived. The surgeon pulled out, his breath panting, as he sat back in the car, trying to rid his mind of the haunting memories that occurred moments prior.

Bella turned, her blue eyes hazy, and leaned back, spreading her thighs. “Can you use that charming tongue of yours to finish the job?” she purred, her voice needy but soft.

Luke shook his head, his arousal doused by the disturbing images in his head. “Not now, babe,” he said as he grabbed Bella’s trench coat from the front seat. “Put this back on, I’m taking you home.” His hands trembled as he handed it to her.

Bella pouted, mimicking her lover’s earlier coy expression, but it seemed to lack the same effect. “Seriously, Luke?” she said, her voice laced with frustration as she slipped the coat back on. “You seriously fucking owe me.”

The disturbed, charismatic young man forced a grin, climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll give you the orgasm of your life tomorrow night, at your place.” He smiled back at her.

The woman’s eyes widened as she caught what the man had said. “My place? No way!” she retorted.

“Don’t worry,” Luke replied as if trying to calm her down. “My place is still flooded, and Keith’s got two after-hours surgeries scheduled, so it’s perfect.”

Bella shook her head. “It’s too risky, Luke,” she protested, her tone sharp as she tied the coat tightly and shifted back into the front passenger seat. “What if he comes home early?”

Luke chuckled nonchalantly, his hand resting on the blonde woman’s thigh as he started the car. “Come on, babe, it’ll be fun,” he said, his tone smooth and persuasive. “The thrill of doing it in your own bed, which you share with your boring husband? Nothing will make you cum harder than that. I promise you.” His green eyes glinted mischievously, his charm overpowering the blonde’s doubts.

Bella sighed as her lips formed a reluctant smile. “You’re going to get us caught,” she responded timidly, but her body moved closer flirtatiously. “Fine, tomorrow at my place.”

Luke used the moment to steal a kiss from his busty lover and grinned back at her. He wordlessly started to car up and drove his cheating missus back to her own, excited by the prospect of tomorrow’s plan.

❖

Bella flung open the door to her lavish home, her eyes darting nervously outside before she yanked Luke inside, her hands trembling with urgency out of fear for the neighbors finding out. Her perfect figure was wrapped in a semi-sheer pink silk robe with lacy lingerie half-hidden beneath. She pushed the surgeon against the foyer wall, her lips attacking his neck with hungry kisses, as her breath lingered hot against his skin while her nails grazed her lover’s chest through his tight black shirt.

Luke grinned, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he glanced around the majestic house, his eyes settling on the grand staircase ahead of him. “So, where do you want to do this, babe?” he murmured teasingly. “On the bed, the sofa, or maybe that nice big pool you got out back?” Keith’s got damn good taste.” He glanced down at the buxom blonde as he made his previous statement.

Bella pulled back, her blue eyes flashing with irritation as she grabbed the young man’s hand. “Shut up about my husband,” she hissed. “You’re ruining the mood.” The blonde led her lover up the grand staircase to the large master bedroom, her silk robe swishing with each step she took. She pushed the clothed man onto the four-poster bed, the plush mattress sinking under his weight, and stood before him, her gaze smoldering with desire.

The blonde woman’s fingers untied her pink robe, letting it slip to the floor to reveal a delicate black lingerie set, the fabric barely containing her D-cup breasts, her nipples peeking through provocatively. She swayed her hips flirtatiously, peeling off the bra to let her buxom breasts bounce free, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she slid the lace panties down her toned legs, revealing her horny, glistening pussy. Her movements were slow and deliberate, a seductive dance that made Luke hold his breath, her curves a perfect canvas of his surgical artistry.

The young man stripped naked on the bed, far more efficiently and less extravagantly than his blonde sex partner, his muscular frame sprawled across the silk sheet before his hand moved towards his hardening cock as he watched the woman’s performance, his eyes dark with hunger. Bella’s teasing striptease drove the surgeon wild, each sway of her hips and bounce of her breasts stoking the desire in his core. She kicked off her heels, her bare feet sinking into the rug as she climbed onto the bed, her lips forming a wicked smile as she crawled toward her prize.

Bella knelt between her lover’s thighs and placed her hands on his hips as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around Luke’s already throbbing cock. Her tongue teased the tip with slow, sensual licks, prompting the man’s hips to buck and a groan to escape his mouth. Bella’s mouth was warm and slick, her lips gliding along his length with professional ease, sucking with a rhythm that sent shivers through him. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with dangerous mischief as she hummed softly, the vibrations intensifying Luke’s pleasure, her hands moving to massage his balls.

Bella deepened her bobbing, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size, her lips moving with relentless skill. Luke groaned, his hands starting to tangle in the woman’s golden hair, guiding her pace suggestively as she sucked, her tongue swirling around his member, pushing him closer to ecstasy.

Luke gasped as he felt his arousal peaking. “That’s enough warm-up, babe,” he growled. “Jump on.” Bella smiled and didn’t need any further encouragement as she complied, eagerly straddling her young lover, guiding his hard, glistening cock to her slick, needy entrance, and lowering herself with a moan. Her tight pussy enveloped the 8-inch dick as she dropped down, Bella’s hips rocking slowly at first, then faster, her fake breasts bouncing with each thrust.

The moment the blonde sank onto him, Luke’s vision suddenly distorted, a wave of disorienting dizziness crashing over his psyche until he found himself in a new position. He was still in Bella’s bedroom, but he now found himself as the one bouncing on top of a thick, hard cock. His body was curvaceous, with huge, round, obviously fake tits jiggling heavily before him with each thrust. His nails, long and glossy pink, cupped his fake breasts as he squeezed them while screaming in a dumb, sex-obsessed voice, “Fuck me harder, Daddy!” The sensations were as real as anything he had experienced before, every thrust sending jolts of humiliating pleasure down his spine, his pussy clenching needily around the cock. Staring down, Luke saw Keith’s old face, his eyes gleaming with smug dominance, his chuckle searing into Luke’s soul as if he knew something Luke didn’t.

Luke’s highly sexualized feminine form writhed helplessly, his screams growing louder as shame and pleasure fought for dominance inside his lush body as Keith’s cock pounded into his tight pussy. His long nails dug into his fake tits, the heavy mounds bouncing wildly, his high, dumb voice begging his ‘Daddy’ for more as the older man’s hands gripped his hips, claiming the feminized man with relentless dominance.

The young surgeon’s vision cleared with a sudden sharp gasp, and Luke’s eyes widened, his cock pulsing as the bedroom door creaked open. Bella’s horrified face turned toward the sound, her blue eyes wide with panic as she froze mid-thrust. Luke looked over and shuddered as he witnessed Keith walk in slowly, his expression calm and composed. The young heartthrob pushed Bella off, his cock slipping free as the pair scrambled to the edge of the bed, their naked bodies trembling with fear.

Keith raised a hand and spoke with a steady and commanding tone. “Stay seated on the bed,” he said, and their bodies obeyed instantly, freezing in place despite their minds racing in shock. Luke and Bella sat, exposed, naked and vulnerable, their breaths heavy as Keith approached with cold and calculating eyes, his presence filling the room with an eerie authority.

The older man stopped at the foot of his bed, and his lips formed a chilling smile. “So, Luke, how’s my wife treating you?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual as his gaze pierced through Luke’s stunned silence, making the young man’s skin crawl.

Luke opened his mouth to speak, but Keith’s eyes narrowed. “Stay silent,” the older surgeon ordered, and Luke’s lips sealed shut, his body betraying him as he sat helplessly before his deceived business partner. How was he doing this? The young hotshot wondered. Bella’s hands trembled as her eyes darted between the two men, her breath gasping in fear.

Keith’s smile widened. “I’ve known about your little tryst for months,” he said with a low and casual voice. “I found Bella’s panties in the operating theater, discarded like some cheap souvenir. After that, I had some spy cameras installed in the clinic to catch you in the act, and I caught you again, and again, and again.” He paused, letting the words sink in as Luke and Bella stared in stunned horror.

The gray-haired man continued, his tone cold and triumphant. “Three weeks ago, I spiked you both with a body control drug,” he said smugly. “It took a couple of weeks to activate, but now you both belong to me.” He chuckled at Luke’s wide-eyed expression. “Have you been enjoying those hallucinations, Luke? The ones where you weren’t quite yourself?”

Keith reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim pink plastic chastity cage, along with a solid frozen ice cube, tossing them both over to Bella. “Use that cube to shrink him down, and then lock your lover boy up, Bella,” he commanded with a cold tone devoid of emotion. Bella’s hands moved against her will, picking up the cube of ice and pressing it to Luke’s cock and balls, shrinking them until they shriveled enough to fit inside the small cage. After slipping his flaccid penis inside the plastic, she locked it with a trembling click, her eyes filled with fear as she snapped the cage shut without any instruction from her own mind, trapping Luke’s shriveled member inside.

Bella’s husband stepped closer, his fingers tracing Luke’s lips with a mocking gentleness, sending a shiver of dread through the young Playboy’s soul. “I hope you enjoyed my wife’s pussy around your cock, Luke,” he said maliciously. “Because that was the last time it’ll ever feel that embrace.” The plastic of the cage bit into Luke’s skin uncomfortably, reminding him of his horrifying prison. “Those visions you’ve been having? They’ll be your reality soon enough.”

Keith leaned back, his smile cold and victorious. Before Luke could move or react, the older surgeon muttered a word. “Sleep,” he commanded, and Luke and Bella instantly collapsed into unconsciousness, their naked bodies slumping onto the bed, their fates sealed under Keith’s iron control.

❖

Six months later, the newly named Dr. Cross’ Plastic Ambition clinic thrived. Keith, now the sole face of the practice, wrapped up a consultation with a buxom redhead, her curves accentuated by a tight emerald dress. “Thank you, Dr. Cross. I’m so excited,” she said, her voice bubbling with anticipation as she adjusted her purse. “I’ll see you in two weeks for the procedure.”

The older surgeon had moved away from subtle nose jobs and patching up burn victims. In the last few months, he had pivoted more towards extreme transformations from pampered, rich trophy wives, and he was making a pretty penny doing it.

Keith smiled, his gray eyes gleaming with calm authority as he spoke back to the young woman. “I’ll see you then, Miss Bennett,” he replied smoothly, standing to escort her out. “You’re going to love the results.”

Kara Bennett’s hazel eyes sparkled as she smoothed her dress and spoke with a playful lilt. “I love the outfits your nurses wear,” she said, glancing at a figure nearby. “I might have to ask my boyfriend to get me a set for Christmas.”

Keith formed a devious grin as his gaze shifted to the nurse standing obediently nearby. “They do make an impression around here,” he said, his voice laced with quiet triumph.

The nurse, an exaggeratedly curvaceous bimbo with long, platinum blonde hair styled in tall, juvenile pigtails, wore a skintight white latex outfit that clung to her obscenely enhanced F-cup breasts, the plunging neckline barely containing their fake, rounded heft, threatening to spill out with each breath she took. A white nurse cap with a red cross sat atop her platinum head, and red fishnet thigh-high stockings hugged her toned, tanned legs, the seams unable to reach the ultra-short hem of her dress. The legs led to a pair of 7-inch patent red stripper platform heels that forced the bimbo to totter provocatively. Her blue eyes were wide and vacant, her nose small and slightly upturned, and her bright red, glossy lips formed a permanent pout, enhanced with so much filler that they struggled to close without the use of her hands. She was a walking bimbo slut on legs, and a perfect advertisement for the clinic’s newest goals.

Keith nodded to Kara as he continued to smile. “Thank you for the kind words,” he said, his tone smooth and professional. “Bambi, get ready for presentation.” He gestured to the nurse, who let out a soft gasp, her vacant eyes blinking as she nodded obediently. Keith led his client toward the reception room, his hand lightly guiding her elbow as they moved.

A low groan echoed through the reception room as the pair entered, where Kara’s wealthy boyfriend sat on a comfortable armchair, his pants unzipped, having the time of his life. An identical bimbo to the one waiting in the consultation room knelt before the young man. Her huge, fake lips suctioned his cock with obsessive precision, her pigtailed platinum hair swaying with each bob even as the man gripped them for stability. The blonde’s white latex nurse outfit mirrored Bambi’s, as did her enormous, round F-cup tits that almost burst from the cups barely containing them. Red fishnet stockings and towering red heels completed her slutty ensemble, her movements a practiced display of submission. Keith’s voice cut through her act. “Lucy, it’s time to let the man go.”

Harry, the boyfriend, grunted, his face flushed with pleasure and irritation as the act ended before he could climax. He stood and zipped back up his pants with a half-satisfied smirk. “If sucking cock was an Olympic sport, I’d register that nurse immediately,” he quipped before sauntering over to his redheaded girlfriend and wrapping an arm around her waist. “All set, babe?” he asked as his hands squeezed her curves.

Kara nodded, her eyes flicking to Lucy with a mix of envy and excitement. “Oh yeah. In two weeks, I’ll have big, bouncing boobs like that slutty nurse over there,” she said, her voice giddy with anticipation as she leaned into Harry’s embrace.

The boyfriend laughed, his hand squeezing his girl’s waist possessively. “I can’t wait to see it,” he said before turning to Keith. “Thanks, doc. You’re a genius.” Harry winked at the old surgeon before leading Kara out, the glass door swinging shut behind them as they stepped into the parking lot.

With the couple gone, Keith turned to Lucy, his eyes sparkling with absolute control, “Get into the office and present yourself,” he ordered the busty bimbo, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Lucy tottered into the office, her 7-inch heels clicking with each seductive step, her latex outfit squeaking softly as she knelt beside Bambi, who was already on her knees, hands behind her head, her bare, massive, plastic tits thrust forward in presentation before an empty leather chair. Lucy mirrored her twin’s pose, pulling the cups of her nurse outfit down and thrusting her own fake tits out, her body trembling slightly as she complied. Keith sat in the chair, his posture relaxed as his gaze fixed on Lucy’s permanently pouting lips.

“Tell me, Lucy, did you enjoy the taste of that cock?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery as he leaned forward to hear her response.

The platinum bimbo giggled, her voice high and bubbly, and dripping with ditsy charm. “Oh, like, it was totally the yummiest cock I tasted all day, Master,” she purred in sexy excitement as she stared up at her boss and Master.

The older man chuckled in a low, chilling display before he leaned even closer to Lucy, his gray eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Lucy, I’d like to speak to Luke now,” he said with deliberate caution, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

Lucy’s body froze, her hands still clasped behind her head, her massive tits thrust forward, but her vacant green eyes narrowed, a spark of fury and horror flashing within as Luke’s consciousness clawed its way to the surface. “You fucking piece of shit, Master!” Luke spoke with the same high-pitched tone as his alter-ego, but without the ditsy cadence. However, he couldn’t prevent himself from referring to his tormentor as ‘Master.’ “You can’t keep this up forever,” he spat, Luke’s voice strained with defiance. “Master. Master, you’ll screw up eventually, and you’ll rot in jail for the rest of your old, miserable life.”

Keith leaned back and laughed audibly in a cold, hearty rumble, his eyes looking the busty figure over with amusement. “Maybe so,” he said mockingly. “I mean, you thought you could keep screwing my wife forever without getting caught, didn’t you, Luke? I’m quite comfortable taking my chances.” He tilted his head in a predatory stare. “So, tell me, Luke, how much do you enjoy the taste of cock now?”

Luke’s big green eyes burned with rage, his soprano trembling with forced defiance. “It’s the foulest taste in the world, Master. So fucking gross,” he said, the honorific slipping out against his will, his mind raging in frustration within his bimbo prison.

The old surgeon raised an eyebrow, his grin widening with cruel delight. “Really? That’s surprising,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Lucy seems to absolutely love it.” As Luke opened his mouth, the office door opened, and before the trapped bimbo could say another word, scream for help, Keith muttered sharply. “I’d like to talk to Lucy now.”

Lucy’s eyes softened instantly, the fury vanishing as her dumb persona surged back to the fore, trapping Luke’s consciousness in a silent scream inside his bimbofied head. Keith’s secretary stepped in and addressed her body with the two bimbos kneeling before him as though it was totally normal. “Dr. Cross, a patient is here for another sperm sample,” she said professionally.

Keith’s grin widened, his gaze locking on Lucy’s pouting lips. “Time to put that pretty mouth to work again, Lucy,” he said, lifting her latex skirt to reveal her shriveled cock, locked in the tiny pink chastity cage, a humiliating reminder of Luke’s lost masculinity. “Go make him happy, sweetheart.”

The blonde giggled, her voice bubbling with vacant excitement. “Ohh, like, I totally can’t wait to suck his big cock, Master,” she purred, rising to her feet.

“Good girl,” Keith said softly, prompting the pouty fake-titted bimbo nurse to shudder, her knees almost buckling under the pleasure, the words sending her to the edge of orgasm without ever reaching it. Lucy was not permitted to orgasm anymore, after all. Keith smiled at his trapped toys humiliated reaction, and stared as the dumb nurse tottered out of the room to meet her newest client.

After Lucy left, Keith turned to Bambi, his eyes smug with delight as he lifted her latex skirt, revealing her pussy, completely bald and redesigned into a gaping, bright red-lined hole, perfectly shaped like an artificial sex doll orifice, always glistening with self-lubricating slickness to ensure she was always ready for her Master. “You know, Bambi, I always thought I had the perfect wife,” he said calmly as if he were talking about the weather. “After my expert work these last couple of months, I don’t think anyone can deny that fact anymore.”

The older man gestured to the desk. “Perch up on the table, Bambi,” he commanded firmly. “I’ve got an hour before my next consultation. May as well have a little fun.”

Bambi obeyed instantly, as she always did these days, her movements fluid and synchronized as she climbed onto the desk and spread her legs wide, her redesigned pussy glistening invitingly, ready for use.

Keith undid his pants, his cock hard and throbbing, and thrust into his sex doll wife with a deep, satisfied groan, her slick, artificial hole automatically enveloping him perfectly. Bambi moaned, her soft, slutty soprano echoed with vacant pleasure, her fake F-cup tits barely bouncing as they remained in their high bolt-on position while the blonde’s husband fucked her.

Like Luke, Bella’s consciousness screamed, trapped inside her own bimbo shell. Still, her body responded eagerly, her pussy clenching around her husband and owner, a flawless vessel for the man’s desires. Keith’s grin widened as he continued to thrust, knowing his victory was complete. He had rid himself of his obnoxious, traitorous partner and his cheating, disloyal wife, and he had two happy-to-please buxom fake bimbo’s hanging on his every word. His revenge was complete.

The End.