boobjobbitch:Over the last few years, all of my deepest fantasies came true. I realized now that I
boobjobbitch: Over the last few years, all of my deepest fantasies came true. I realized now that I had willed these desires to life and my desires gradually overrode any obstacles. Just a few years ago I was unemployed, depressed, and had a wife with a flat chest. Today, I have enough money that I don’t need to work, I get up every morning grateful for everything that I have, and I wake up next to a pair of gigantic fake breasts that I get to play with or fuck whenever I want. I still don’t know exactly how I convinced my wife to get breast implants, let alone some of the largest breast implants in the world. It surely wasn’t luck, although that must have played a part. I had transformed my life and my wife, ostensibly with the power of my mind. I tried not to let all this fuel a superiority complex, but it’s hard not to feel like a superhuman when you have everything you ever wanted. Everybody wants to have money, but more than money, I always wanted a a cute horny bimbo wife with huge, completely disproportion fake boobs.I had dated Melinda since high school and we were together for 8 years before we got married. Despite my megalomania for big fake breasts, I married a girl with a flat chest. I loved her despite her inadequacies. I was always fantasizing about making her breasts bigger. She was always brilliant, not as smart as me, but that’s the way I liked it. She was impressively driven. All these qualities allowed her to graduate from a top Medical School and start her residency at a respectable hospital. I liked that people were impressed with my wife’s accomplishments. But now, I definitely like it more that people are dumbfounded by my wife’s plastic fuck-doll body. Everything changed for me the day I had a brilliant idea. I didn’t know how brilliant it was then, probably because I have a lot of ideas and think that most of them are brilliant. This time however, a company also thought my idea was brilliant and offered to pay me a substantial amount of money to license my patent. I was practically a millionaire overnight. I had gone from a laid off, near broke, amateur inventor to a wealthy independent product designer. Even when I was at my lowest point, my beautiful and successful wife had loved me more than anyone could ask for. When I was most depressed, she always knew the most encouraging and uplifting things to say to me. And now, more than ever, my wife worships me and does just about anything I tell her to do.I had become a real life Prince Charming to my woman. Well actually, I was more like the rich guy in that BDSM novel “Shades of Gray”. Melinda was in massive debt, she still had many years of residency before she would be making enough money as a doctor to pay back that debt, and she hated her job more everyday. She would tell me often, “I just want to be your doll, I don’t like working so much and I just want to be here for you.” Melinda had been smart enough to excel in medicine, yet feminine enough to later realize she would be happier as a trophy wife. Considering her desires and my newfound fortune, I hatched a plan. I proposed to her that I would pay off all $275,000 of her student debt, if she would do something for me. I wanted her to quit her career and become my trophy wife. I knew she would say ‘yes’ to that part, but I also added other conditions. I wanted her to get a lot more lip injections, although she was already getting lip injections twice a year. She had a fantastic booty, probably her best feature. I was greedy and I wanted her to get a ton of butt injections, something we often fantasized about often in our dirty talk during sex. Most importantly, if I was to pay off her debt, she would have to get breast implants, the size and type that I desired. She didn’t even hesitate to excitedly say “yes!” Over the years and months that followed, I continued to make demands of my wife, who continued to surprise me with her willingness to obey happily. When I asked her to get larger implants, she said, “If that’s what you want and it will make you happy, then I’ll do it because I want to be a better trophy wife for you.” Later, when I asked her to upgrade even further to expander implants, she had hesitated, but at that point she was incapable of giving me ‘no’ for an answer. I spoiled her with all the fancy jewelry and luxurious trips that she could handle. I treated her like a fuck-doll princess, buying her slutty custom clothes, and demanding sex whenever I wanted, however I wanted. We even developed a daily routine. I never set an alarm, instead I had her set an alarm and she would wake me up with a blowjob. Around lunchtime, I would take a break from what I had planned for the day and she would come and titty-fuck me with her huge plastic jugs. Before bed, I would ravage her, fucking her doggy style usually or whatever else I wanted. As she fell more and more into her routine of being my bimbo trophy wife, the inconvenient size of her breasts became less of a burden to her and more of a source of amusement. She was completely infatuated with me and delighted in the way I dominated her like a fuck-doll princess.After every breast-filling appointment, Melinda excitedly shows off her new toys to me and brags about how much she “owns” my cock. It’s amusing to have her assume that she’s in control, because clearly I’m the master of her universe. Yet at the same time, she does control my cock. I think about her breasts constantly. I get distracted every time I watch her cooking me meals, doing her workouts, taking showers, taking photos for Instagram, lounging around the house and playing games on her phone. I especially like watching her getting dressed and struggling to load her burdensome buxom into her slutty, custom bras and tops. My cock is constantly hard around her and I can’t bare to be away from her for too long. When I’m away from her, I long for her body. Every night I dream about thrusting my cock between a pair of 6000cc fake tits, and every morning I wake up to my dreams being a reality.…This morning, I woke up before my “blowjob alarm clock”, as I call her. I woke her up by climbing on her stomach and inserting my large erection between her two enormous flesh pillows. I grasped the sides of her warm tit mounds and forced her chest cavity to envelope my shaft. My perfect wife toy woke up as I fucked her chest bags, she smiled at me. Without saying anything, she gleefully pushed her face into her cleavage, puckering her injected lips seductively and salivating to lubricate the titty-fucking process. I was in a great mood today, as usual! And today, I had an especially big load for her… -- source link