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Chapter 22 by CocksleeveDottie CocksleeveDottie

What Next?

Remodelling Begins

When Daphne returned home in tears, apologising for looking so dull, Freddie knew his work had irrevocably altered his Trophy Wife. If he were to divorce her, she wouldn't be a divorcee or an single/independent woman. She'd be a Discarded Trophy.

She worked hard to cook and serve him, Freddie's Chef discreetly hinting that if this was what could be done? Then yes, he'd appreciate a retirement plan that involved someone like your Trophy.

And it was in this state that Daphne remained until they left for their Spa Weekend. Freddie didn't even give her permission to cum, letting her failure to climax further deepen the damage he was doing to her.

They signed in with his jizz covering Daphne's face and staff seemed to find it funny. One or two seemed concerned at the extent of the work about to be done to Daphne, but they were all paid too well to do anything.

And others  knew enough about what went on at the Spa to think the Gold-Digging Tramp had it coming.

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At Velma's home... her former home, the movers were taking a break and fucking the Indian Bimbo. She was naked except for her choker and a pair of "sexy nerd" glasses that, if anything, further accentuated her newly cratered intellect.

Breaking her lease and cancelling her Power, Water, Internet, etc had a lot of charges. Jerry had been nice enough to let her pay with the money she'd given him control of. After her meeting with her lawyer, she no longer had legal or financial autonomy. She didn't understand that. Jerry explained he would make decisions for her.

A lot of her possessions were being loaded for an auction house, nearly all her clothes after being reviewed by Jerry were beingnthrown out too. So when they were done, she'd be getting taken to a store where they'd dress her like the dumb slutty bitch she is.

When the biggest, fattest one of the movers came and blasted with a shockingly copious cum-facial, Velma decided to take a selfie and use it as her Profile Picture for her Social Media.

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In several homes, female colleagues of Daphne amd Velma were putting on their stim pack and visor to see what had happened tonthe Simulated Office. They were a bit shocked at how Velma and Daphne had changed, a bit upset about how the men were acting at work, maybe it had something to do with the game?

They went in and were disgusted by the drivel they were **** to hear. All the while that information was embedded into their minds subliminally.

Quite a few struggled to get access to the Building. Some were hit with inspiration and copied the Squatting Pose they remembered Daphne doing and were "rewarded" with access to the building and having to immediately suck the dick of an NPC Male coming out of the Building.

But some... either from not knowing the pose Daphne had done, or refusing to do it, eventually called for assistance and received a visit from Security. And it was always a group assessing the woman's claim to work there.

Outside of the Simulation, the efforts of these women was broadcast to nearby screens. Many Flatmates, spouses, romantic partners, and family members were suddenly getting a cinematic experience unlike anything they'd seen.

All the while, the women were being directed towards being little more than fuckmeat and however much they initially complained and resisted, they kept doing it. Just as the subliminal programming told them to. Of course, the women being unaware of that part, they came to think they were just always this slutty, and their watchers were quickly coming to agree with that assessment.

Many would have some rude awakenings when they exited the game.

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At the Spa, per Freddie's instructions, men had been calling Daphne flat, plain, dull. And she was falling apart. So when he took her to a Doctor there and they listed all that they planned to do, she not only smiled and joyfully signed everything, she offered all her holes right there. The Doctor, not one to refuse a fuck from a dumb fucktoy, checked Freddie was okay and together they used her like the cumrag she'd been acting like for the last few days.

She was put under and the work began while Freddie opened his Controller;

Character: Mrs. Daphne Johnson, née Blaketon

Class: Trophy Wife

Owner: Husband, Mr. Fredrick Johnson

Libido; 265, default 69 (Notification: Due to Overcooked event, continued inability to Climax, and stacked arousal conditions, there may be some further affects to Mrs. Daphne Johnson if she doesn't achieve climax in the next six hours. Some effects may become permanent)

Inhibitions; 3

Independance; X (Notification: Due to successive Dom/Sub Rules and interactions, Mrs. Daphne Blaketon is now considered Irretrievably Dependant on her Owner)

Intelligence; 120/111

Exhibitionist; 100

Object; 98

Freddie was wondering what effects keeping Daphne Overcooked would manifest and then he saw her Intelligence. She was still in the grouping for Superior Intelligence, so there was still a brain under all of what he'd done. He idly wondered how much her mind could take. He liked "Irretrievably Dependant on her Owner".

  • Rule homewear restrictions (control choker and "high heels", buttplug added through "Anal Slut" Rule)

  • Rule wardrobe choices ("Bimbo Trophy Wife") with clothes shopping restrictions ("slutty" and "revealing" prioritised)

  • Rule Pleasure Restrictions (Husband's Permission to Climax) with sexual pleasure cumulative build (Warning, with this in effect and libido default set above fifty, Mrs. Daphne Johnson will be unable to reduce arousal naturally)

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

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

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

  • Rule "My Husband's Trophy" strengthened identification with "Bimbo Trophy Wife" beyond wardrobe choices (includes further Independance, Inhibitions, and Libido modifiers, disassociation from prior values that conflict with "Bimbo Trophy Wife", Mental Projection of Husband/Owner to be present in all Fantasies)

  • Rule Linguistic and Topic Restrictions to be referred to as "Trophy Talk" (no modifier to Intelligence, only behaviour. Mrs. Daphne Johnson will be unable to describe her past, present, or future when prompted in any form that doesn't align with "Bimbo Trophy Wife" and will receive positive reinforcement, "pleasure" when rewriting her past in ways that present her as a low intelligence Gold Digger) (Further Notes; Husband's position as above all has been further reinforced and Mrs. Daphne Johnson's female friend group will now be cycled through in engineered fantasies to ensure sexualisation is present)

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

  • Rule "Chef Cunt / Bimbo Baker" Mrs. Daphne Johnson feels compelled to prioritise cooking for her Husband/Owner over her Career and Interests not relevant to goal of of embodying "Bimbo Trophy Wife" and will also feel compelled to be sexually available while cooking. (amendments to "Wardrobe Restrictions" to include Aprons and Mitts while cooking/baking)

He considered his options... what else did he want from her today?

"New Rule ROLE MODEL You can see that this is not only how you should be, it's how all weak women should be. Pretty to look at, pleasing to fuck,  and happily submitting to their betters. You see this and lnow it is important to to show other weak women what they should be." Freddie had heard some fun things about how Daphne was changing the environment of the Simulated Office and how it was affecting the real Office.

He went over the physical augmentations, adjusting some sizes.

  • METALLIC FLESH [Gold] skin remains soft and fleshy, but not has a metallic sheen. Slightly sturdier/thicker skin, leaving the Model fractionally more durable than before
  • BREAST AUGMENTATION [Increased to MM Cup, Gravity Defying] previous implants will be replaced with structurally superior, larger material. Option for "Gravity Defying" means Model will not be weighed down by increased mass
  • BUTT AUGMENTATION [Increased to 60 Inches, Gravity Defying, Clapper] posterior dimensions expanded, Option for "Gravity Defying" means Model will not be weighed down by increased mass. Option for "Clapper" means Model's expanded cheeks will clap when in movement
  • FACE AUGMENTATION [Eye Colour, Bubblegum Pink] iris will have pigment changed to Bubblegum Pink, can be programmed to broadcast subliminal text messages through connected devices
  • FACE AUGMENTATION [Doll Face, **** DSL] face will have a face that can be made a frozen, botoxed appearance through utterance of a keyword. "Keyword will be a phrase; you're a smart girl." Makeup will be tattooed on to maintain a permanent aesthetically pleasing appearance. Extra tearduct installed in each eye to allow for "running mascara" during sex. Lips are expanded to upper sizing. Bubblegum Pink lip gloss is permanent and won't be smudged off, but will remain "fresh" and will like lipstick marks during sex. Lips will also receive a sensitivity expansion to cause Model equivalent pleasure to being fucked when providing oral relief
  • FACE AUGMENTATION [Hair Colour, Bubblegum Pink] hair will have pigment changed to Bubblegum Pink, and will retain this colour as it grows out

  • GENITAL AUGMENTATION [Plump Pussy, Crazy Clit] pussy has been pumped up to current maximum physical tolerance, nerve endings enhanced to heighten sensitivity. Clitoris has also been enhanced to remain rigid and provide constant, steady throb of pleasure

Really, all he did was choose make bigger tits and ass even bigger. So he closed the Controller and instead sent his Trophy's new measurements for clothes to be made.

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