good, strong man. And I want to be his hot, fertile wife.”
“You’ll be such a hot, fertile wife for your strong man.”
Hot wife for her strong man. Oh yeah. She sounded hot. They both did.
This was a rather odd conversation indeed. It sounded like the two girls were reading off some kind of script—but they were so enthused, so happy about what they were saying, that Rosie had a hard time finding it disingenuous.
Where did Rosie's dress go? She was only wearing her bikini now for some reason. Her hands were sliding at the straps, which suddenly felt too constraining. She looked up at the spiral overhead, her thoughts slipping away.
“There's no reason to ever be worried about anything now that I'm married,” said the first girl.
“You're right. No reason at all. My man and the casino take care of everything.”
Rosie nodded slowly, sip sip sip. No reason to be worried about anything.
The first girl sounded a bit concerned. “I hope that he finds me attractive. That's mostly all I care about.”
“Being attractive is the most important thing for a wife to do, outside of obeying.”
Rosie's fun-tasting super-good drink was empty, strangely. How had that happened? She didn't care. Her head floated happily. All she had to worry about was looking attractive.
“I have to obey all the time.”
“An obedient wife is an attractive wife.”
“My man is so strong. I have to be hot for him. Otherwise he'll never get me pregnant.”
“You'll be so hot for your strong man. You're a hot babe. You know how to dress like a hot babe for your man and he'll make you more pregnant than you can believe.”
Obedient, attractive, duty, hot, pregnant, strong, man.
These words bounced off Rosie’s mind like jello-filled super balls, floating everywhere at once.
Dumbly, Rosie looked down at her drink. It was full again. When had that happened? Did Philip come by? Had he said if she looked hot or not?
The drink was so good that she immediately started drinking more, the cool breeze of the day fluttering against her body.
Looking down at her chest, she saw that her breasts were rippling somehow—growing, in fact. Right before her eyes, her bust was increasing with happy, jiggly bounces. They felt full of...milk?
That was...that was really cool. That would let her be a better wife for her man. That was so wonderful. Every thought she had landed serenely in her head. There was no panic, no urgency. Everything was wonderful. The casino was wonderful.
She swallowed the rest of her drink, watching her breasts grow even more as she did, her waist becoming narrower, her pale skin becoming more tan in the shade. Wasn't that something?
She sat up to set her empty drink down—but then Philip was there, grabbing it and replacing it with one smooth motion. That was so good of him. So strong.
She needed to learn how to be a good hot wife for a strong male. Philip could be practice. He was so big and tall and strong.
The women behind her continued to speak in their hot, droning tones. Overhead, the spiral turned and turned, so wonderful. She couldn’t place what exactly it was about the speech of the two girls that was so very interesting. But oh good lord, it really was!
Rosie noticed, squirming her legs in happy little pulses, that her pussy was soaking wet. Her tits continued to grow slowly, and she noticed that her dark hair had started to become longer and longer. Glossier. Shinier.
“I need to learn how to suck cock all day long for my man.”
“Sucking cock is so important.”
Rosie felt empty inside. When was the last time she had even sucked a cock?
“I need to learn how to suck my man off so that he knows I’ll do it any time he wants.”
Mmph. Unable to stop herself, Rosie's fingers had slipped under the thin fabric of her bikini.
“You should suck your man off whenever he wants. It’s your duty.”
Oh god yes, suck him off. It's her duty.
“I do love having all these duties as a wife.”
So many