“May I wear it?”
“Of course.”
Fiona slipped on the ring. Hayley felt fury, jealous and cruel, rising up inside of her.
“You see...when it’s on a finger like mine? A figure like mine? Do you see what I mean?”
“Yes,” he muttered slowly, watching her deeply.
“I’m just so perfectly gorgeous all the time. And it’s all just for your enjoyment.”
He stroked her hair, adoration in every movement. “I know.”
“And that brings me to my point. This lovely, lovely stone isn’t even quite good enough for someone like me, is it?” She smiled. “And so...for someone like your wife. That means that it’s a little too good, doesn’t it? A little too glamorous.” She paused, smiling. “Excuse me, Master. Your wife-to-be.”
“Hmm. I see your point.”
“Might I offer an alternative suggestion?”
She clicked on his computer just a few times. The page already bookmarked in his browser. It was some landmark ring in design and quality, layered with sapphires and rubies. The ring’s price could barely fit on the screen.
“Now, you see that? Isn’t that a lovely ring? That’s the sort of ring you deserve to give to someone. You’re such a strong, good man. You deserve to give the fanciest ring possible to a woman who truly deserves it.”
“Yes,” he said softly. His eyes lit up, seeing the page, and then his gaze drifted back over to Fiona and her work on his cock.
Fiona’s fingers were still slick from her saliva and his cum from the last load as they worked up and down Simon's incredible cock. Hayley was in disbelief that he was still so, so very hard. It made other thoughts hard to process—that cock was right there, and so fucking huge!
“Could you imagine what that would be like?” Fiona stroked dutifully, her eyes focused solely on the thick beauty of Simon's rod. “Giving a beautiful, gorgeous ring to someone who needed it? To someone who deserved it? A stone like that, it belongs in a museum, or on an earth-shatteringly gorgeous woman.”
Simon didn't have words any more. He was clearly too turned on to speak. He pushed Fiona down to the ground and ripped off her dress, exposing her beautiful tits.
In short order, he had taken both mountainous breasts and shoved his cock between their slick, sexy valley. He was so much larger than her. His cock reached her mouth, and she could suck him even as he fucked her big beautiful tits.
“Gonna fucking ruin you,” he grunted. “All this nasty talk. Trying to take me from Hayley. I'll teach you. Teach you right.”
Fiona moaned out in affirmation. She was happy to be subject to anything at all that Simon wanted.
Hayley’s own were too small to fuck. Simon couldn’t do it with her. This panicked her horribly. Her breaths came hard and fast, once more. The stress, the anxiety breaking through the pink cloud after seeing the horrible scene with the ring, with Fiona so clearly trying to replace her. There was no rationalization that could work. Fiona was trying to wreck their home!
“You have all her money,” Fiona moaned. “All that money. She just gave it to you because you’re such a hunk.”
“That's right,” said Simon. He slapped Fiona, and she moaned with pleasure. The pain on her cheek was exactly the same as a slow rub on her clit. “She has to do what I say. And so do you.”
Fiona nodded. “Yes, Master. Treat me however you want! Treat me like you deserve.”
Simon slapped her again, and Fiona moaned with even more pleasure, holding her tits together for his cock to keep fucking. Simon was getting ready to cum again already.
Hayley's world was spinning. She couldn't make sense of anything. Wheezing, she had to grab the inhaler again.
And...there.
All better.
Pink cloud, floating in. All anxieties, gone. All worries, dissipated.
Replace her? How would Simon replace her? How would Fiona? Hayley was like, banging cool. She couldn't be replaced.
So what if Simon was fucking another girl's tits and slapping her around a bit? That was super hot. He was such a fucking stud. He deserved to do whatever he wanted.
Moaning now, fingering her cunt furiously, she leaned forward against the door, pushing it open with her forehead. Simon must have seen her, but if he did, he did not care.
He did care about Fiona. She was gorgeous and deserved his attention. Groaning loud, huffing out every breath, he came, covering Fiona's face once more in the thick gooey strands of his load. Fiona giggled gleefully as she licked it up.
She pushed it all around on her huge tits, sliding the ring that was supposed to be Hayley’s through the thick, hot goo. It had been marked, the ring. Marked as Simon's. And Fiona had been marked at the same time.
Hayley knew that was supposed to mean something, that she ought to be like, worried or scared or something...but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out how it all fit together.
* * * * *
A few weeks later, Simon still hadn’t proposed. Hayley clung to the hope that he would, and soon. She tried to drop hints, but mostly she just ended up giggling something stupid about white dresses.
“Aren’t like, white dresses fun and sexy?” she would say, trying to somehow consume food at dinner instead of drooling like a schoolgirl at every last movement of Simon's. “Like...shouldn’t like...I get one?”
He responded by buying her a cheap white minidress online. Fiona recommended it. It cost less than fifty dollars and was made of vinyl. She wore it, happily, hoping he would eventually make the association.
She would have bought her own dress, maybe, but Hayley had found out the hard way that she had no money anymore.
The incident occurred after a lot of introspection on Hayley's part, late on a Friday afternoon. Outside, the weather was turning cold at nights, and it rained regularly.
More and more, she had become sure that the inhaler she had was the problem. And not because she had painted it pink and put little silly happy faces on it. No, no that. It was the fact that every time she took a breath of it, she felt funny and placid and silly for hours at a time. And she took it several, several times an hour! That couldn’t be good, right?
And so, in a rather lucid moment, not taking her inhaler for more than an hour, she decided she would get on a plane and go see her sister. She started packing a suitcase. It was pink, fluffy, and looked like a giant rabbit's head.
There was a knock on the door. Simon. He must have knocked gently. If he did a proper knock, he would splinter the wood. They had to replace three bathroom doors in the past week.
He walked in, shaking his head slowly at her attempts at packing her things. He had on just a brief pair of shorts and a tiny white shirt. He didn't bother much with clothes, anymore. They got in Fiona's way.
She wore her vinyl white dress and a thick pair of clunky black heels. Her dress had fit perfectly when Simon bought it just a week ago, but already it was too tiny. Her ass had ballooned outward, becoming perfect for squeezing and touching. Her tits had grown more than two cup sizes, approaching nearly 48DDs. Her legs were long and bronze, even though Simon had not allowed her to step outside for weeks. All of her skin was bronzed, in fact, and toned. The only working out she did was fingering her cunt to the workout channel on television.
Her hair was thick, blonde, and reached nearly to her ass. It was a nuisance, sometimes, but it looked so hot. Especially with her puffy, thick cocksucking lips, and her bright, bright blue eyes.
If you had asked Hayley, she would have insisted that she always looked this way.
“What do you think you’re doing, Hayley?”
“I wanna go see my sister,” said Hayley. “I’m feeling all funny and stuff. I just...I wanna get away. Out of this house for a little while. Okay?”
Simon examined her spilled-open suitcase. It was full of fashion magazines and make-up. A few coloring books. There were only a few pairs of clothes.
Simon picked up a coloring book about dogs. Hayley resisted
the urge to grab it from him. She liked that one. She had used blue in it, and that was such a pretty color.
“I’m just not going to allow that, Hayley.”
“Not allow it?” She giggled. “You don’t get to decide that. Like, I have money! I’m just gonna go.”
He shook his head sadly. Taking her by the arm, he sat her down in front of his computer in the bedroom. He and Fiona used it to watch porn while they fucked. Fiona liked to stroke his cock and tell him about all the women there he deserved to fuck. Sometimes they let Hayley sit at the foot of the bed and watch, and play with herself.
“You gave me all your money, love.” He pointed at the screen. It was full of numbers and stuff. Hayley couldn't process any of it. “Don’t you remember? You signed papers and everything. You said I deserved it more.”
Well, he did deserve it. So, that made perfect sense.
But, didn’t she deserve something? She was looking hot, lately. Her body was rocking. Over the last few weeks, her tits had grown and grown.
Right? Or...hadn't they...been that way?
Thinking was hard. She giggled.
“I don’t...I’m like, not happy, Simon!”
She said this in an enthusiastic voice, like she was congratulating someone for winning a sports car.
“You’re giggling and smiling all the time.”
“Yes, but something is wrong.” She put a hand through the thick, lustrous strands of her shiny blonde hair. “I’m like...all giggly and dumb and stuff. And my titties! They keep getting bigger! I think? None of my bras even fit anymore! None of my clothes do, either!”
“Oh, sweetie.” He tsked. “That’s what you’re upset about? You want some new clothes?”
“Yes! But other things too! I wanna see my sister, okay! I want to go see her.”
She crossed her arms, stamping her heels. They barely made a sound. Oh, right—there was new, puffy carpet on the floor. The better for fucking Fiona in, Simon had explained. Wordlessly, Simon picked up her inhaler from off the bed and slipped it into Hayley’s mouth. Without a thought, she sucked it in, letting that pleasant pink cloud take over.
Just weeks ago, the inhaler's medicine would create a significant shift in thinking, a new lateral plane of being. Now, it was just slipping a few gears back, making it that much easier to relax. She felt all the tension slide out of her gorgeous blonde body.
Why had she been talking about growing titties? Her titties were plenty big. She giggled. They always had been. Simon loved them that way.
“How about this,” said Simon. “I’ll invite your sister over. She can fly in tomorrow, if that makes you feel better. I’ll even pay for the ticket myself.”
“Gee, really?” Hayley felt her heart flutter. That was so nice of him. “That would be great!”
“And as far as clothes go, you can just borrow Fiona’s.”
“I...but...I want new clothes...”
He shushed her, putting his fingers on her mouth. She felt the little quivers of an orgasm at his strong, manly touch on the pleasure centers of her lips.
“Don’t be silly, babe. You’ll look hotter in Fiona’s clothes anyway. We don’t have money to just buy a new wardrobe whenever you want.”
She nodded, smiling. He was so right. He was always so right. Why hadn’t she just talked with him to begin with?
“Now,” he said. “Don’t you owe your Man an apology?”
Slowly, she nodded, sinking her head down to his lap. Quickly, she had freed his cock and slid him down her throat.
It only happened when Fiona wasn't around, but Simon had been fucking her more and more recently. Mostly he stuck to her mouth, taking a quicky blowjob whenever he felt like it, but sometimes he would honor her by filling up her cunt. He promised he wouldn't get her preggo, though.
Somehow, that disappointed Hayley. She thought she would make a super mommy. She wanted babies in her body so bad.
Tears filled her eyes as she took his cock into her mouth. He was hard already. Hayley knew he could cum whenever he wanted. He must have enjoyed feeling her tears slide down around his crotch—they were tears of joy at being listened to, tears of happiness that he still wanted to use her in the way that she was intended.
Her lips, so thick and plump, were the perfect cocksucking devices. She slobbered up and down his cock, making him as wet as he was hard. Simon was so strong that he could just ram her up and down as quick as he liked. It was almost like he was just masturbating, using her head as his hand.
“I’m going to honor you, now, Hayley,” he said, breathing fast. “Are you ready? Are you ready for your Man’s glory?”
She moaned an affirmative. She had been born ready to take her Man's cum.
Groaning, he shot into her mouth, spraying his brilliant warm spray all down her throat. She swallowed every last bit of it, orgasming all the way. She couldn't stop orgasming when it came to Simon's cum. Seeing it, smelling it, hearing about it from Fiona. All of it made Hayley cum like the hot bimbo babe she had become.
And so she came, and came again, clinging hard to Simon’s body as he pulsed load after load down her throat. She continued to hold him as she drifted into sleep.
When she woke from her cum-filled daze, she saw that she had been hugging a pillow, not Simon. He must have walked away, as she could hear him and Fiona down the hall, cooing and fucking wildly. God, her man was such a stud, able to get hard so quickly.
The next day, he and Fiona went out on the town, leaving Hayley in the house to clean. They bought the dark-haired beauty a brand new wardrobe. Not a piece of it—not even the barely-there lace lingerie—cost less than five hundred dollars.
* * * * *
Hayley walked through the house, holding a feather duster. She giggled as it slid over the surfaces, gathering up the dust. It was like some sort of dust magnet, sucking up all the dirtiness that it touched. That was like, super neat. It was so cool what devices men could invent for women to do for them. Fiona had bought it for her a few days ago, saying that she wasn't doing a very good job with the rags and spray.
She wished she could go out and buy something for herself, but that was impossible. Leaving the house was impossible. Good maids stayed in the house at all times, cleaning and cooking and obeying. And that's what Hayley was—a very, very good maid.
Certainly, she was dressed like one. She wore nothing but tiny white lingerie, her enormous breasts just barely contained by the thin fabric. Little white gloves were tied to her wrists with pink ribbons. Her hair, fabulously long and thick, fluttered down past her ass like a golden blanket.
She teetered on her heels as she sauntered on down the expensively decorated, wood-floored hall. She was incredibly top-heavy. It was sometimes hard for her to keep her balance.
Earlier this morning, for instance, she had broken her inhaler from a fall. It was a stupid, silly, very Hayley-like thing to do. But, that was okay. Her asthma hadn't really seemed to act up in ages, now. She mostly used the inhaler because it made her feel so funny and nice.
Still cleaning, Hayley stepped into Simon’s study area. He wasn't in there. He was in the backyard, working out. He liked to lift weights in the sun where the neighbors could watch. Hayley had caught a few nearby housewives eyeing him from their windows, slowly fingering their bodies in their skimpy night robes.
In the study, Fiona lay supine on the couch, one leg casually lifted up over the back. Her body was bare but for the lacy trails of ludicrously expensive lingerie around her privates. Her terrifically large breasts seemed held up entirely by the force of her will. A thick, black sable coat covered her incredible body. Her smile was serene, sultry. She held a glass of brandy in one perfectly manicured hand, swirling gently. With her other hand, she was letting milk drip from her tits into a large coffee cup.
“Hello, dolly,” she said, venom dripping from her voice. “I was just making a drink for Daddy. He’s supposed to come and fuck me full of his babies, soon. Would you like to help?”
“Drink? But that’s...you have...milk? Babies?”
Hayley’s thoughts spun.
“H-how long...have you been able to do that?” she asked.
“What? Milk?” Fiona shrugged. “I've been doing it this whole time. You've even caught me before, from time to time. And then we just gave you a little tug on your happy breath, and you were good to go.”
Hayley's world felt crumbly all of a sudden. In the bimbofied ozone of her thoughts, small connections started to get made. If...if Fiona had milk, that meant that they could have been sneaking into any of their food! Into Simon! Into Hayley! They could have been doing any old thing at all! What else were they lying about?
Fiona sat up, a little concerned. “Where is your inhaler, dolly?”
“I broke it.”
“You broke it?”
“Yes, okay! I don't have it anymore. Just...just b-be quiet!”
She held her hands to her head, fingers trailing through the thick blonde hair there. God, was that supposed to be there? Had her hair always been blonde like this?
“You look like you’re having an attack,” said Fiona, a little concerned. “You should have a little milk. It will calm you down.”
She set down her brandy and approached Hayley calmly, the cup of milk outstretched.
“I’m not...n-not having an attack. I’m thinking! Don't you get it? I'm thinking, for once!”
She pushed Fiona back onto the couch. Her cup went flying, and she was covered in her own thick milk. She giggled, somewhat delighted, immediately scooping up the thick substance and sucking it down through heavy, thick lips.
Hayley rushed behind the large desk at the end of the room. Simon kept files. Everything was filed. She found “C” for “Castle.”
Words were so, so hard for a silly little girl like her, and they kept wanting to mush around, but if she squinted her eyes and focused, they started to come together. Forming sentences and lines that she could recognize.
There. It was all there in the receipt. Her sparkling blue eyes grew wider and wider. Simon had bought the Homewrecking Hottie with Hayley's money. He had let himself forget that he'd done it. He'd made Hayley forget that he'd done it.
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