“Can you make her pregnant, more voluptuous and even younger?” he asked, looking at you appraisingly. The attendant smiles conspiratorially, “Well, that would be more than we had planned to change. We had mostly made cosmetic changes to your wife, but you are the decision maker in the household, so we can certainly accommodate you if that is what you want.”
You looked at the attendant in terror, but you knew there was little you could do. The contract was already signed and you couldn’t really back out of it without some serious penalties. Out of instinct you opened your mouth in protest and the attendant’s eye brow raised in expectation of our next comment, but you closed your mouth again.
He smiled and looked at your new husband again, “This will be a more involved process, to be sure.”
“Of course, I figured as much. If I’m going to be put up with all this nonsense though, I might as well enjoy it, no?” your new husband didn’t even look at you as he decided on sweeping changes to your life and body. “True, true, very true,” the attendant replied, marking something on a clipboard. “So, for this to work we’ll have to trade your wife’s genitals with another one of our subjects. We’ll try to find one with similar genetics so your child has a family resemblance. We’ll need a … er … sample from you as well, sir,” he motioned towards your husband’s trousers.
“Yes, yes, that’s fine,” he replied dismissively.
“Have you thought what approximate age you’d like her to be?”
“Hmm, how about 19, I think that would fit your 1950s setting nicely, don’t you think?” He offered, that lecherous smile back on his lips.
“We might need to adjust your family’s profile a bit. We had planned on you having a couple of children already, but I think we’ll redirect those children to another family and have this pregnancy be you first child. Now, how voluptuous would you like your wife to be? Keep in mind that she’ll be young enough to continue to develop a bit more,” the attendant explained.
You felt terrified at everything being discussed, your mind felt like it was spinning as the two men decided on our life in much the same way someone might decide on what packages they want to include in their car purchase. “Again, I really think I’m putting up with a lot, so I should get something really good out of it, you know? Make her Really voluptuous, I’m talking massive tits, a big ass and hips I can hold on to, alright?” Your eyes would have fallen out of their sockets at hearing that if you were a cartoon.
“You’re the boss. We’ll get to work on her right away!” The attendant exclaimed.
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