Trophy Wife
Gwen Boucher, 4/26/2024, 14:30

Dane Brown, a recent dual master’s graduate from Brown University had no idea what was to befall him. Being rather diminutive at 5’3”, and having never had a girlfriend, wasn’t even interested in girls and this suited his bookish nature perfectly. He had no reason to suspect that a bachelor multibillionaire, August Dire, was stalking him and had demented plans for Dane. August intended that Dane would never be intrusive again. “Keep your enemies close to you.”

Dane wakened lying on his back feeling almost chilled and naked. At first, he thought he might be blind. He was not restrained, and the soft surface of the bed helped. He didn’t know that his kidnapper kept the room dark and dank to facilitate the plan to transform his subject in a way that no one could ever have suspected. Besides, with his infrared goggles, he saw what was needed. His subject had become light sensitive during the transformation process, and the changes would cause the body to run a very high fever.

Having spent hours in a gas-filled chamber, his very DNA had radically altered. Dane, now Dana was, an over the top, woman who craved sex and had an enhanced body that might be too much for her brain. She had twice the nerve endings of a normal woman and was impossibly sensitive in the usual erogenous places. One touch to any of those places caused her to writhe with arousal. While awake she was very close to a sexual climax, and during sleep, her dreams were of constant intercourse. Her Ovaries were much larger than normal but had no eggs.

Dana now occupied the huge condominium of her abductor and creator. Her brain’s speech center was much smaller because he didn’t make her for her ability to speak. Her intelligence was much lower, though she still remembered College and her degrees, but that part of her life was essentially useless. Her thinking would be much slower, and she was now absolutely submissive. Physically, she looked like an exaggerated Caricature of a really beautiful woman multiplied by ten. Her large, wide set, absolutely blue eyes complemented her tiny nose and diminutive lips. They were still large enough to accommodate her kidnapper’s ding a ling.

August watched Dana move about the bedroom getting dressed. Then she looked back at him,” Oh baby baby, I know how you wanna do me. Kiss me baby one more time.” Her lovely, bouncy hips quivered as she gyrated. “I wanna do your ding a ling.”

He looked at Dana, “You’ve made me a man of constant sorrow.” August was mesmerized as smoke started to drift from the implants in her ears…