This choice: Give your son a slave of his own. • Go Back...Chapter #8A Slave for Jeff, But First, an Interruption by: Unknown You decide that it couldn’t hurt to give your son Jeff his own slave girl. Maybe he’d be less of a slacker if he had someone “depending” on him.
Your train of thought is interrupted when you hear a voice from behind you. “Daddy, have you seen Tiffa?”
You swivel your chair around to see Tina standing there with another girl. You involuntarily gulp when you notice the changes that your reality manipulations must have been responsible for -- her breasts appear a couple of cup sizes larger, her waist is obviously narrower, and her skin almost looks like it’s been airbrushed to perfection in a magazine.
However, there are other changes that you didn’t directly alter. She’s apparently come from cheerleading practice, since she’s wearing a uniform in her university’s colors. However, the uniform you remember consisted of a sweater, a pleated skirt that came halfway down her thighs, and sneakers. The one she’s wearing now starts with an abbreviated V-neck top, revealing plenty of cleavage and a bare midriff; the bottom piece is little more than a bikini bottom with a few small fabric panels attached to vaguely resemble a skirt; instead of sneakers, she’s wearing knee-high vinyl boots with heels a couple of inches high.
Her blonde hair, formerly straight and just a couple of inches past her shoulders, is now wavy and down to her waist, and appears to have added noticeable volume -- you wonder if the lack of body hair means that the hair on women’s heads is automatically thicker and more lush, maybe grows faster.
The other girl, in the same cheerleading uniform as Tina, would seem to bear that out. Her straight black hair falls all the way to her knees, a very striking style. She’s of Asian descent, more petite than Tina, although with a definite hourglass figure, including breasts larger than she “should” have.
Both girls are wearing plenty of makeup -- an amount that, to you, makes it look like they should be in a porn movie. Both have pierced navels, with jewelry dangling from them; the other girl also has a small silver ring through one nostril.
“Earth to Daddy,” says Tina.
“What?” You suddenly realize you must have been staring at the two of them uncomfortably. You cover with the first thing that comes to mind: “Sorry, I was just thinking about what a beautiful young woman you’ve become.”
Tina’s glossy fuchsia lips part into a smile. “I asked if you’d seen Tiffa.” You can see that she has a metal stud through her tongue now.
“Uh, no, I haven’t seen her,” you say. “I don’t think she’s home. Why do you ask?”
“I can’t find my double dildo, and Katie and I wanted to use it,” she explains, with a slight nod toward her companion. “We fingered each other in the shower after practice, but it wasn’t enough. Tiffa’s run off with my toys before, so I wanted to ask her about it. Actually, you think Slave Stacey might have taken it?”
A number of thoughts collide in your brain, including Tina’s reference to her mother -- you realize that “free daughter” probably outranks “slave” in the household, and Stacey wouldn’t be entitled to be called “Mom.” Of course, you’re also taken aback a bit by your daughter’s casual references to sex, but you figure that has to come with the territory in a world where female libidos are 10 times higher than what you’re used to.
Finally, you say, “Uh, Slave Stacey wouldn’t have taken your stuff without my say-so,” which you can only assume is true. “If I see Tiffa before you do, I’ll let her know what you’re looking for.”
“Okay, thanks, Daddy,” says Tina. She turns to Katie to say, “Guess we’ll just have to make do with the rest of the stuff in my drawer.”
Now Katie smiles, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling a bit. The two girls walk out of the room, and you can see that Tina has a tattoo on her lower back, an abstract symmetrical pattern. If Katie also has a tramp stamp, it’s hidden by her hair.
You turn your attention back to the Reality Manipulation program on your computer, and what you were trying to do before the interruption -- giving Jeff his own slave girl. You know from porn you’ve found in his room in the past that he likes Asians, so you contemplate turning Katie into his slave. But you also wonder what would happen if you merely specified that he had a slave without picking someone in particular -- what kind of girl might he end up with?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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