Date Night

In one home, a work colleague of Daphne and Velma's deactivated her Simulated Office experience. Molly had gotten pregnant out of high school and been a stay-at-home mother until her husband Arthur lost his job. Her office skills were rusty, but six sons and a daughter later, while her Arthur had gotten limp, her sex-drive was always high and she was willing to use her MILFy curves to get ahead.

She'd always had control though. Some titfucks with her milky GG Cups, some handjobs where she edged the man until he agreed, and riding the face of a subordinate or two. She was the Boss of her Department. Until Daphne and Velma completely ruined the value system and she'd had to rim her Interns to get them to do the bare minimum.

She hoped for a quiet weekend. She didn't really want to play the game. Not when her sons were hackers and probably had spare copies of the game's technology on hand.

She'd seen how Daphne posed for the doors. She refused! And so she was escorted by Security and found herself fucked. No hole was spared as they explained the proper behaviour of a female employee.

It took her longer they expected for her to recognise their voices. Her sons. And when she did make that gasping sound of recognition, they also let her see a screen into the other holding room, where the real Security NPCs were fucking her youngest, her sweet eighteen year old daughter.

~○~

Daphne opened her eyes and felt very different. Weight sat differently than before. She felt the cold, empty ache of nothing filling her asshole and looked for a buttplug, sliding a thick, pink plastic looking plug with a pretty heart gem on the base deep into her asshole. There were some strappy,  open-toe, bubblegum pink platform heels next to her bed and she slid them on as she looked for a mirror to see what she'd become.

It was... it was her. It was who she'd always been inside.

Bubblegum pink hair done into blowjob handles, or what some people called pigtails. Her eyes had pink irises. Her cock pillows were thick, inflated. The true DSLs she needed for pleasing her Husband. Testing them, they gave her trouble speaking, she couldn't even close her mouth, just leave it slightly open in a Bimbo Pout. And they were shiny pink, as if Daphne had just finished applying a fresh coat of lip gloss after sucking a few cocks.

They were perfect it didn't matter she sounded so stupid when she talked with them, that would just make her slutty stories sluttier. And oooooh they felt so good to touch!

Her skin was warm flesh, but also metallic gold. She really was Freddie's walking, breathing Trophy. Her long legs perfectly show off her heels.

Her expanded tits and ass bounce and clap as she moves. Gigantic MM Cups and a massive sixty inch ass finish it all. Finally the size she wishes they'd always been.

She was her Husband's Trophy, his sexy slut, his delicious doll. She started to rub her plump, fattened cunt. She could barely touch her clit, it felt songood all the time that touching it just made her go weak.

"I'm a Trophy, I'm a Trophy, I'm a Trophy." She moaned as her pleasure built but couldn't rise higher or diminish.

"I'm Freddie's Trophy, I'm Freddie's Trophy, I'm Freddie's Trophy." She lisped to her reflection, kissing her sensitive lips to her mirror self and imagining two of her worshipping Freddie.

And for the next hour, Freddie watched the whole thing on his laptop while sat next to the pool, watching his Trophy Wife rub away everything she used to be.

He checked his phone, his real phone. He remembered that Daphne had a girl's night planned with Velma. That was before the pair of them got their lovely neck jewellery. With their new outlook, a ladies night was probably the last thing either of the cock-whores would want.

He made a call to Jerry, who seemed to agree that their sluts would appreciate some male company. A night of drinks for two became a night at Freddie's with Daphne cooking.

~○~

Velma fussed over her outfit. It was a gold string bikini and gold strappy heels. It didn't seem like an outfit, but-

Character: Ms. Velma Patel

Class: Sexretary

Owner:  Manager, Mr. Jerry Dinkley

Libido; 195, Default 99 (Notification: Due to going above parameters, subject Ms. Velma Patel is at risk of requiring permanent arousal)

Inhibitions; 3

Independance; X

Intelligence; 60

• Rule wardrobe restrictions (Homewear; control choker and "high heels", buttplug added through "Anal Slut" Rule) (Sexretary Uniform; dress to be the Dumbest Bimbo)

• Rule wardrobe choices ("Office Cumdump") with clothes shopping restrictions ("slutty" and "revealing" prioritised with preferred image of projecting a lack of intelligence)

• Rule Pleasure Restrictions (Owner's Permission to Climax) with sexual pleasure cumulative build (Warnings Disabled)

• Rule Cum Addiction (set to maximum, "cum dependency") with bonus on Owner's cum

• Rule "Cock Slut" (**** compulsion for cock with added submission buffs and priority given to Owner's cock, and an extra -20 to Independance when exposed to a cock)

• Rule "Anal Slut"  (anal sex requirement compulsion attached specifically to Owner with "ass to mouth" included, and anal cavity to be filled with plug when not in use)

• Rule "Aspirations Amended" Life and Career Ambitions have been edited to align with Owner's expectations of Ms. Velma Patel. Intelligence and Independance Stats affected. Due to lowered Stats, much easier to convince mind of Ms. Velma Patel of her new desire to be a Sexretary and to submit eternally to Owner

• Rule "Performative Lesbian" sexuality has been edited to include Lesbianism as Heterosexual Foreplay (Owner's Authority has been imprinted on Ms. Velma Patel's mind, along with an expectation that she must convert her female friends into sexual utilities for her Owner)

-but she wasn't sure what she was thinking just then. She giggles, Velma is such a dumdum Bimbo! she thinks to herself as she hugs Jerry's arm while they walk up to Freddie's home.

When they arrive, neither of the pair were prepared for the new form Daphne had. Nothing of her looked natural. She was a true object, a thing. Jerry and Freddie left Daphne to cook, using Velma between them.

"I can see the appeal. It is... damn there isn't really anything in there is there?" Freddie said as he held Velma up by her hair and spat in her face. Velma just smiled  then fell on the floor after being told to cum a few times.

Once Daphne was finished cooking, her and Velma crawled under the table to suck some dick, swapping between courses.

During dessert though, the pair of bimbos climbed on top of the table and started a little lesbian sex show. Velma couldn't get enough of how huge Daphne's tits were now. And Daphne was too busy trying to cum from her super sensitive cock pillow lips.