Decisions under the influence

“Change?” you asked breathily, distracted as you pushed one hand up underneath your skirt, panting slightly. “Change,” Mistress said matter-of-factly. You got the feeling that her hungry eyes were probing through your clothes, undressing you, and you suddenly felt a warm wetness were your hand had reached. You gazed up at Mistress, her eyes even now so far above you. She reached down suddenly, twisting your nipple and sending a wave of pleasure through you. ~annh!~ you moaned, and you fell to your knees once again.

Mistress crouched down to your level, keeping her hand on your breast. “What do you want to change? Your hair, maybe? Pink looked nice earlier, but I don’t think it quite suits you anymore. A girl of your…ahem…modest intelligence needs something different…say, back to blonde?” Intelli-what? Mistress was using some big words, and you weren’t sure what she meant by “back to blonde,” but you thought you’d better agree with her anyway. “Like, okay?” “Great!”

Your hair instantly lightened, but you were too focused on Mistress to notice. Pleasing her was all that mattered. “Now, don’t you want larger breasts? Those Cs of yours are nice, but…” Your boobies? Did Mistress not like them? Anything she wanted, you wanted. Anything for her. “Yes,” you moaned. The thought of pleasing Mistress pushed the hand currently up your skirt into a frenzy, your fingers picking up speed. “Boobies! Bigger and bouncy, for you,” you said between heavy breaths. Everything was so hot, and your clothes were so restricting. You reached your free hand to your chest, and the instant you made contact your body was immediately electrified. The waves of pleasure crashing through you amplified in strength as you started massaging your overly sensitive breasts.

“If that’s really what you want,” Mistress said, raising the strange device in her hand. “Please,” you sigh, gazing at her, and you felt your breasts swell in your hands, filling your top to bursting before loudly tearing it open and bouncing free.