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One month after the custody decision, Dorothy gathered you in the living room one quiet evening.

You were kneeling naked beside her chair as usual, your heavy DDD breasts resting against her leg. She gently stroked your long hair, then spoke with a soft but firm tone.

“I’ve been thinking, my wife. You’ve come so far. You’re no longer just my broken pet… you’re Mrs. Slutcunt Voss now. My legal wife. So I’ve decided to adjust some rules.”

She cupped your chin and looked into your eyes.

“From now on, you don’t have to crawl on all fours all the time. Only when I specifically tell you to. In this house, you may walk like a proper wife… unless I want you on your knees or crawling.”

She smiled and patted the cushion beside her.

“You may sit next to me on the sofa or at the table like a real wife.”

You hesitantly moved up and sat beside her. It felt strange after so many months of crawling.

Dorothy pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“However,” she continued, “some things will never change. Every meal you eat will still be mixed with my fresh cum. And you will only drink my piss. I will personally feed you and give you your drink every single day. That is non-negotiable.”

She gently squeezed one of your heavy breasts. A thin stream of warm milk immediately leaked out onto her fingers. The lactation had stabilized nicely — it only flowed when your breasts were properly squeezed or sucked.

Dorothy brought her fingers to her own mouth and licked your milk off them with a satisfied hum.

“Your milk is only for me. No one else gets to taste it. Understood?”

“Yes, my love,” you whispered.

Dorothy smiled and kissed your temple.

“One more thing.”

She ran her fingers through your long hair.

“I want you to have pink hair. A soft, pretty, permanent bubblegum pink. I’ve already scheduled the hormone injections and permanent dye treatment for tomorrow. It will change the pigment in your hair follicles forever. You’ll never go back to your old color.”

She tugged your hair gently, imagining it.

“My pretty pink-haired wife with big milky tits and a locked clitty. You’re going to look so perfect.”

She pulled you onto her lap, sliding her thick cock into your ass as she held you close. She rocked you slowly while continuing to speak.

“This is your life now, Slutcunt. You walk like a wife when I allow it. You sit beside me. You eat my cum in every meal. You drink only my piss. Your breasts exist for me to milk and drink from. And soon… you’ll have beautiful permanent pink hair so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

She kissed you deeply, the bell on your tongue jingling between your lips.

“I love you like this,” she whispered. “My perfect, obedient, modified wife.”

The next day, you underwent the hair procedure.

By evening, your long hair had been transformed into a striking, soft bubblegum pink that would never fade.

Dorothy couldn’t stop touching it, running her fingers through the vibrant strands while she fucked you slowly from behind.

“My beautiful pink-haired wife,” she moaned, squeezing your breasts and drinking your milk as she came inside you.