Slut her up!

You're still turning the idea over when the vision of your wife with the full bimbo treatment comes drifting into your head. Pumped up lips locked in a permanent dick-sucking purse. Huge surgically enhanced tits with eternally erect nipples that look obscene regardless of what she attempts to clothe them in. An implant filled ass that jiggles with every step and stretches her yoga pants to the point of rendering them transparent. The thought of your loving wife turned into a silicon sex doll is enough to push you over the edge. You come, filling your daughter's mouth with shot after shot of your semen. She dutifully collects each drop. Only after you are finally done coming does Kelly swallow it. She slurps up the remnants from your cock and licks her lips.

"Of all the cum I've had, Daddy's is totally the yummiest! Thank you for filling my tummy, Daddy!" She says gleefully as she gently tucks your softening member back into your pants and zips them up.

The **** of your orgasm is enough to blow away any doubts you had about the course of action to take.

"You're welcome, baby. And I've decided. Let's do it. Let's turn you mother into a slut."

"Really? You mean it? We're gonna make Mommy a slut just like me?" She is overjoyed.

"An even bigger slut than you, if that's possible." You are honestly unsure if it is.

"Wow! This is going to be so much fun!" She leans over from her seat and rests her head on your shoulder, nuzzling into you. "I'll do a good job, I promise. I remember everything that they did to turn me into your slut. Together, we can make Mommy the biggest best whore-mommy ever!"

"Or at least have a whole lot of fun trying," you silently muse to yourself.

"So...what exactly did they do to you?" You had been curious to know what process transformed your straight laced daughter into a giggling sex fiend since you had first seen the new Kelly.

"Hmm..." Kelly scrunches up her face in concentration for a moment. "Nope, I can't tell you that. That has to stay a secret. But if I can get my computer and some headphones and a room alone with Mommy then I can take care of her. I'm just not supposed to tell anybody else how to do it."

It looks like she wants to tell you but she can't. You assume it is somehow another effect of her "programming." You decide not to press her for that particular information just yet.

"Alright. That doesn't sound too hard then. Let's just hope that mommy isn't home yet." You pull onto your street eager to begin Nora's treatment. Although Nora didn't work, she was often out of the house during the days doing errands or visiting with friends in the neighborhood. If you were lucky, she would be gone and you would have time to prepare. Plus, you could avoid shocking her to **** with the sight of her newly-christened cumslut daughter.