He owned me now. He made me cook and clean for him, run errands for him and even buy him stuff, like a $3,000 Rolex and new pair of Ray Bans. I had to...wash his car, polish his shoes and pick up his dry cleaning. Each morning, after Id made breakfast, he had me go upstairs to the bedroom and change the sheets which he had Kelly had just slept in. They always reeked of his sperm and had sticky wet patches all over them. Kelly wasnt lying he sure did produce a lot of cum. He also made me hand wash. The tentacles in my hands let go, and I felt something fiddling around with my cunt. There was a small tearing sound, tentacles inserting something into my slit, and then retreating.And then I saw her. Or, I saw myself, if I had sky blue skin and ocean blue eyes. We were alike in many ways. The same hair, same jaw line, same body shape. But certain features were different. Every sexual facet of her physique had been exaggerated and enlarged. Two massive boobs hung from her chest, an hourglass. See you when you get back.”“Aye-aye, Sergeant Jack!”“That’s ‘Master Sergeant Jack’ to you, kid!”Meg stuck out a surprisingly long, pink tongue, then flounced off down the hall.The pizza arrived. I paid and tipped the kid, then got out plates and napkins and put them on the breakfast table in the kitchen.“Soup’s on, Sis!”“Coming!”Meghan came into the kitchen barefoot, and still in her swimsuit, a very skimpy bikini. The triangular top – some shiny, stretchy material – was secured around her neck. . for both of us."Even with the monetary rewards awaiting her at the other end of this, Dominique was clearly having trouble coming to terms with it. No sane person would find her role easy, but she'd have to be crazy not to try, given what she'd been offered. I weighed far too little on her mind, weighed against what Alex could afford to give her, and her family who so desperately needed the money. She'd already done all that she felt ethically obligated to do for me. More than most would have.