After all it could get a bit messy! Remembering her wife's upturned tits framed by the blouse, Chris made the change so that Sandy's tits would no lon...er require the support of a bra and doubled her nipple length. The last change of the night was to make Sandy unable to get pregnant and lower Sandy's sexual inhibitions. To make things more natural to his wife, Chris made the changes occur over the next week. Chris sat back and surveyed the spinning image of his new wife on the screen. 'Let's. You're way to pretty to hit." The man laughs as he sits next to me. His hand casually caress my leg. I shudder. His touch feels like ice. "Please. Please. I'll give you anything you want...." Oh. You can count on that." He laughs again."I ha-ha-have money. Lots of it. I can gi-" He slaps my face.I suddenly feel heat close to my ear. His breath is hot againest my face. He whispers,"Listen here. I dont care about your money. I dont care who your family is. All I care about is this gorgeous body. “And you grew up to be a lawyer,” I said, seriously, “They must be proud of you.”“I hope so,” Monique said, modestly, sipping her vodka. We kept talking, and the girls asked me about my job, how long I’d been a cop, whether I liked it, where I grew up, and stuff like that. They talked a little about their work, and we got onto a few other subjects, like music, what bands we liked, what movies we’d seen recently, and all sorts of things. I was really enjoying myself, sitting here with these two. "I guess she's not really a 'who', but more of a 'what'. She does seem very human sometimes. It might be easier for her to explain if you like, darling," smiled Jen."OK, let me talk to her," I said as part of me I began to wonder if Jen was just another in the long line of psychotic women I had dated since my divorce, or my true love.After a brief pause, "What can I do for you, Master?" asked Jezebel, through Jen's mouth."Jezebel, can you explain who or what you are?" I use to be a 'love toy'.