“Welcome home, Master. Would you like me to prepare a snack for you and your guest?”

You see? Becky’s perfectly fine here with me.

“B-Becky? What’s – what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Becky, Master’s obedient fuckslut. Can I help you with anything?”

“Becky, it’s me, Christa. Come with me, we have to get you out of here!”

“But I don’t want to leave. If I left, I wouldn’t be able to cook and clean and service Master in any way he wishes.”

“You… you did this to her!”

Of course I did. I took one look at her stepping out of a taxi, and I thought to myself; there’s a girl who really needs a cock.

“And Master was right!”

“No, Becky, you don’t like guys! Come on, let’s go, quickly!”

“Of course I don’t like men. I like only Master. Although I would like other men if Master wanted me to like men.”

“You’re a monster! You’ll pay for this!”

I don’t think I will. Going somewhere?

“You bet! I’m going to… why…. why can’t I move?”

Did you really think I’d let you leave? I could if I wanted, I suppose, but you’d be a nuisance out there, trying to stop me. And you’re not bad looking yourself. I can always do with another servant.

“No… no! I’ll never let you make me like her! Like what you’ve turned her into!”

You’re right. You won’t be. The alternative look is…. nice, at times, but I certainly don’t need two tatted up servants. Variety is the spice of life.

“N-no… won’t be…. can’t…..”

Just let it go, my dear. Christa, wasn’t it? That’s suitable enough. Be a good girl and strip out of those unpleasant clothes, Christa. They won’t fit you momentarily anyway.

“N-no…. stop…. stop making me……”

What do good girls do, Becky?

“Good girls do whatever Master wants, right away, and without delay!”


That’s right. Listen to your girlfriend. She has the right idea. Or at least, now she does.

“Right……. idea……”

Now, let’s stop making all this fuss about stopping me, shall we, Christa? I think you and Becky should get reacquainted. That’s why you came here, after all. I’m sure she’ll appreciate your new body. Won’t you, Becky?

“If you say so, Master!”

I do. Now, Christa.Have you forgotten all that nonsense about wanting to leave?

“Like, yep, Master! I was such a silly goose! Will you, like, fuck me later, Master?”

I may. You two entertain each other while I’m gone. That mail carrier deserves collection.