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Hey folks. Happy New Year!

Or it will be shortly, I guess. I hope everyone's having fun out there. It's been an interesting year for me - in fact, I think I've managed to go a full year posting at least one story every week, without taking breaks!

Alas, I'll have to break that streak for the new year - a bunch of stuff has piled up on me that I'll need to take care of, if only to have a proper backlog ready. So I'll be taking the first month of 2026 off and putting Patreon on pause (which means none of you should be charged) to handle all that. If all goes well I should be back and ready for action in February.

So have a good one and enjoy yourselves folks! And enjoy this part 2 of the Serenity Bad End fic (Part 1 can be found Here). I'll see you in the new year!

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Out at the top of the stairs, oblivious to the strangeness going on behind her, Sophia was focused on the screen of her phone. A conversation was happening at rapid-fire pace, her thumb tapping though the projected keyboard keys at lightning speed.

[Hey, R! Good news! Me and L found a book club to join! Come find us when you’re done!]

She got a reply pretty quickly, which probably meant Rosa was either out of training already, or it was winding down. Or that she’d gotten her phone out while she was being lectured… again.

[Books? But Morg already makes me read a ton.]

… Well Sophia probably should have expected that. She rolled her eyes and tried not to sigh. Rosa was – for lack of a better term – a complete jock. She wasn’t stupid, no, not by any means! But her intelligence was rather… physical. The woman knew how to kick a Desire in just the right way to drop them through a basketball net at five hundred paces, but if you asked her to recite the math she’d used to do so, she’d have trouble. This was going to be a tough sell.

But if she managed, then all three of them could hang out here! And Lexi would definitely feel more comfortable with more people she knew here backing her up. She had to try.

[That’s different. These are books you read for fun!]

[That’s a dichotomy.]

Sophia blinked. Her thumb blurred over the touch type keys. [Was that in one of the books she made you read?]

[Yes. Which is why I am not joining anything that makes me read more stupid books.]

Okay, that was pretty hard to argue with. But never the less!

[Anyway, Lexi needs more friends, so come help.]

]Well yeah, of course she does, she’s a nerd.]

[I think she’s more of a geek?]

[Oh right, yeah, you’re the nerd.]

H-hey! That was… completely accurate, probably, but you still weren’t supposed to say it!

[Also, heads up tho. Morg is looking for you guys as well.]

[What? Why?] Sophia blinked. They’d just come from training, hadn’t they? They’d talked then – what could she want from them now?

[I dunno. She said a bunch of stuff but I tuned her out like an hour ago.]

Thanks Rosa.

[This is why you get in trouble with her, y’know.]

[She’s earnt it. Anyways, I guess we’ll join you at the book club or whatever.]

[Okay. See you here soon!] The blunette nodded, sending directions to the shop they were in, before sliding her phone away. Alright, that was taken care of. Now to get back in there before Lexi felt overwhelmed.

Sophia slid back inside the reading room quietly, and then paused. That was odd. Where had Lexi gone? Oh no, had she escaped while she had her back turned? … No way. She wasn’t that fast, or that stealthy, not without transforming into a Serenity. Where could she have gone then?

“Oh, welcome back!” She jumped as Miranda suddenly appeared at her side, putting an arm around her shoulders to guide her back towards the book table. “Did you reach your friend? Any chance she might be joining us soon?”

“Ah, maybe…?” Sophia gave her a nervous smile. “She said she and another friend of ours might drop by, but, ah…” She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to think of a way to put this diplomatically. “Our friend isn’t the most avid of readers. I’m not sure she’ll be interested in joining…”

“Well, we shall have to see about that, won’t we?” Miranda just giggled, drawing them up to the table. “But first, we really should get you a book of your own to read!”

“Oh, there’s no rush. I’ll be happy to read through anything…” The blunette’s attention was anywhere but the table, her eyes scanning around the room for any sign of the blonde she’d arrived with. “Um, did you see where Lexi went? I don’t see her…”

“Your cute little blonde friend?” The older woman glanced around, and then shrugged. “I think she might have asked where the bathroom was. I’m sure she won’t be too long – she looked like she was enjoying the book I gave her.”

“Ah.” Sophia nodded, still a little distracted. “Well, as long as she was enjoying it…” Hopefully that meant she wasn’t trying to climb out through the bathroom window. Though if that was what she was doing, as team leader, she would have to give her friend points for determination.

Suddenly, there was a pink book in front of her face. “You seem like an inquisitive young lady, so how about this one?” Miranda asked, dropping it into her hands. “A little bit of mystery for you to enjoy.”

“Oh! Really?” She did like a good mystery. ‘The Secret of Queensdale’, huh? Turning the book over, she read the blurb. ‘When investigative reporter Sarah Sharp moves to the quaint town of Queensdale with her fiancé, she soon starts to suspect that beneath this picturesque scenery lurks a terrible secret…’ “Oooh, is this a sequel to the Emily Sharp mysteries? I used to love those…”

“It might be!” Miranda giggled, now walking the younger woman over to one of the many seats around the room. “I guess you’ll just have to read and find out!”

You didn’t have to tell Sophia twice. Mystery books were her bread and butter! Hopefully this one wouldn’t be too obvious about who the culprit was before the end… (though, of course, she’d be trying to solve everything before the protagonist did!) She easily took a seat, cracking the book open, just taking one more glance around to see if Lexi had returned. No sign yet.

“I’ll get you a drink,” the older woman said, ruffling her hair (tch, why did people always do that?) before walking away. “Non-alcoholic, right?”

“R-right!” She nodded, trying not to look too embarrassed as she straightened out her book and began to read.

Sarah arrived in Queensdale on a sunny July morning, riding in the passenger seat and staring out the window as her fiancé, Mark, handled the gentle town traffic. It looked like a quiet place – the kind of town she’d thought you only saw in picture books. Each street was neatly paved, with trees planted at even intervals to provide leafy shade to pedestrians. Every person they passed on the street was smiling. Every flower was blooming. There was nothing out of place, not even a cloud in the sky.

In many ways, that was what bothered her about the place. It just felt a little too idyllic. Too perfect. Sarah had never trusted perfection. In her experience, the brighter things looked, the darker the truth became.

But surely, she was just being paranoid. It was a bad habit of hers, one she couldn’t really break. Too much time spent in her work as an investigative journalist, too much time spent digging into the seedy underbelly of society. It left her primed to see the worst in things, to jump at every shadow. That was why Mark had insisted on them moving out here in the first place. To get away from the stress of their old lives, and start fresh, out here in nicer, sweeter pastures.

Ha. Yeah, Sophia could sympathise with that. Becoming a Serenity had been a joy, but being a Serenity meant she had now been exposed to a lot of the dark side of humanity. And yeah, people could get up to some pretty heinous stuff. It had never affected her too badly, at least – part of the blessing of being a Serenity meant she had more mental fortitude than most, better able to endure the cognitive attacks that Desires could use against her, and that helped deal with the nastier stuff she saw without too much difficulty.

… Though, that said, it was a dangerous world out there. It wasn’t like she wasn’t aware of that fact. Dangers could come at you from any direction, at any time. A friend could betray you, family could stab you in the back. She knew that well enough too, didn’t she? After all, hadn’t she been abandoned by…?

Tch. No point in thinking about that. The blunette’s lips pursed as she drew in on herself, wrapped around her book, trying to block out the rest of the world. You couldn’t trust other people. She knew that way too well.

It was a week before her impatience won out. Queensdale was simply too quiet. Too peaceful. Too placid. It was driving her insane. Every night, her fiancé would take her out to another dinner party with the neighbours, and every night she had to spend hours talking with the most vapid women she’d ever met – a series of trophy wives so filled with plastic they may as well have been furniture. One could only hope the men who’d married them got their fill of intelligent conversation elsewhere…

There was something strange about these women, though. Something that caught Sarah’s attention and refused to let go. The way they walked, the way they talked, the way they looked, the way they thought. While they were all different, there was a distinct… sameness to them. Something primal, something core, that she couldn’t ignore.

For example: They all had different hair colours – blonde, brunette, ruby red and emerald green, the usual shades – but each of them clearly used the same kinds of conditioner, the same hair treatments, the same oils and perfumes. Maybe that wouldn’t have stood out to most people, but Sarah made her living on being observant. Even their styles, when you looked closely, were almost the same, with some small individual differences – and on some days, they even forgot to add those.

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered to anyone else, but to a woman slowly going stir crazy out here in a peaceful, quiet town, away from the action and intrigue of the city, it stood out like a spotlight. She even thought about reporting it to the Serenity hotline, before thinking better of it. It wasn’t like she had proof…

(And she’d never liked Serenities anyway, of course. Those annoying goody-two-shoes were always looking down on women like her, hard workers who had to make ends meet. Just because they lucked out into getting magical powers – who did they think they were, really?)

Sophia frowned. Hey, that wasn’t very fair. Serenities weren’t… They weren’t…

Okay, maybe they were uppity goody-two-shoes, but still, you weren’t supposed to say that out loud. You never knew who might be listening. After all, any woman sitting in this room might be a Serenity…

She glanced around in paranoia, narrowed eyes scanning everyone around her. It looked like everyone was just enjoying their books, but you could never be too sure. Hmph. Some days she wished she’d passed the Serenity aptitude test back in the day, but they’d said she registered as misanthropic. Tch, as if.

Oh well.

So she did what she did best. She investigated. She snooped and skulked and snuck. She spied on people, learning their routines, collecting their names, and breaking into their houses when they were at work. She rooted through bedrooms, tore through refrigerators, scanned documents and projects.

In a fortnight she’d probably learned more about the inhabitants of Queensdale than all of them combined, and what had she found out about these mysterious women?

Nothing. Nadda. Squat. It had been a complete waste of time. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe this really was an ordinary town with no dark secret. Maybe she’d been wrong.

… Well that sucked.

Sophia bit her lip. The disappointment that Sarah must have been feeling was dripping off the page. She couldn’t help but feel exactly the same. Not just wasted time – but was there no real mystery here after all? Was this strange town just a town? She hoped not – what an anti-climax that’d make – but at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel it was likely.

But then, as if the gods were taking mercy on her, a clue landed straight in her lap.

The blunette gasped, and then flushed with embarrassment as she looked up around her. No one seemed to have heard her. Phew!

A gift she received from one of the women, a small tub of face cream. They said she spent so much time frowning that she was going to get wrinkles if she didn’t take care. It was insultingly vapid, just like everything these women did, but all of the irritation Sarah felt fell straight out of her head when her eyes landed on the brand logo on top of the tin. ‘Beauty Queen’. Hadn’t she seen this brand somewhere before? Like, in every women’s bathroom in this stupid town?

Of course! It was the beauty products! She should have realised it sooner. If you ever tried to hold a conversation with those vapid trophy wives, you could be sure that the only thing you’d actually get out of talking to them was going to be about how much they loved their ‘Beauty Queen’ beauty products. Creams, powders, perfumes, shampoos and conditioners, the brand sold it all, and the women of Queensdale ate that stuff up by the pallet.

This had to be it. The source of all this strangeness. But now that she had a lead, how could she follow it?

Aha! Now the chase was on. Sophia curled up around her book, delighting in the tale. This was the best part, when they had a lead to chase. Hee, maybe she should look into becoming a detective, they were so cool…

Transformative beauty products sounded dangerous, though. That was Desire territory, for sure. Actually, Sophia had heard more than a few stories of Viziers who had sent out ‘free samples’ in the mail to hook new victims – that was why you never trusted packages that came with your mail if they weren’t verified by the postal service.

That was the way of the world, though. Some Desires could transmit their power through anything – radio signals, TV broadcasts, bakery products… You always had to be careful, you never knew when something was out to transform you body and mind.

Bah, now she was just getting distracted. She could be so paranoid. Shaking her head, the blunette got back to her book.

Fortunately, her fiancé provided her the perfect solution, even though he didn’t know it. He’d seen how down she was getting, and offered her a gift to lift her spirits! An all expenses paid spa day, at the local Beauty Queen Spa and Salon, one of the glitziest stores in town.

It was the perfect way to infiltrate their obvious base of operations! She could have kissed him. Ah, even when he didn’t know it, her man knew how to look after her. She was so lucky to have found him.

Hm. A spa, huh? Sophia had never been to one of those herself. Indulgent places like that tended to have a bit of a bad rep on the Desire front, you know? Which this place clearly was – who else could be behind all of this stuff. It seemed insane that Sarah wanted to walk in through the front door. Didn’t she realise what kind of danger she was putting herself in? Why not just call the police or the Serenities or something. Had she even told anyone about her investigation? This was ridiculous!

The blunette shook her head. Honestly, it was as if the author of this book had put no thought into how to make the story happen realistically. They just had a certain plot in mind, and they didn’t care about anything that might get in their way. How lazy was that? Honestly, the protagonist should absolutely just call it in, then sit at home and go back to their ordinary life, at no risk to themselves. Wouldn’t that just make more sense?

She turned the book over to check the writer, and then rolled her eyes. Whoever this ‘Z. D. Producer’ person was, she didn’t think she’d be looking for any other books by them. But, since she had started already, she shrugged and got back to reading, just like the rest of her book circle.

She had to admit, at least, that she was curious what was going on – and jealous of Sarah, for having such an understanding partner! The blunette could practically feel the giddy joy that the woman must have been feeling for the gift~

The spa/salon was a pretty place. It was its own building, with a big glass front, secluded from the rest of the town by a serene grove of white flowered trees. It felt like it was off in its own little world – much like the town itself, in many ways.

She handed her voucher in at the reception, and was immediately led off towards her own private room, barely having time to wave goodbye to Mark as she left him at the front door. He called after her that he was looking forward to picking her up later.

Aw, how sweet! Hopefully he’d be able to do so – this was a very dangerous mission Sarah had put herself on, even if her partner didn’t know it (and wasn’t that rude? He obviously cared a lot about her…)

The first thing she noticed, as a pair of smiling stylists ushered her through the halls into her own ‘personal suite’, was the music. It was playing throughout the spa, from speakers up in every corner of the ceiling. It was a soft piece, piano notes and gentle violin strings. Pleasant, even sweet. Something about it eased the tension in her shoulders, left her feeling relaxed as she walked through the halls.

Oh, here we go. Sophia sighed, rolling her eyes and nodding along. Yep, she knew this song and dance pretty well – it was textbook for a Desire front. Using music to enchant visitors into a daze, making them even more susceptible to whatever it was the Desire wanted to do. She’d been thinking the culprit was a Vizier, but if they had a spa like this under their control, maybe they were a Sovereign? Hm, she’d have to pay attention to the clues to work it out…

Oh, had someone put music on downstairs? She thought she could hear some, distantly. It was nice – a sweet, relaxing melody. The notes sounded kind of familiar, in a way that she just couldn’t place. Ah well. The blunette settled back into her chair, relaxing despite herself, and continued to read.

Sarah settled back into her chair, relaxing despite herself. She could feel the warm water starting to soak through her hair, running down the back of her neck and getting absorbed into the fluffy pink towel wrapped around her shoulders. The stylists had been quick and firm about putting her in place, and she found she couldn’t quite muster up the force of will to resist their instructions or slow their process. That was fine, of course. Eventually, they’d have to leave her be, wander away to tend to some other client or matter, and that would be her chance to sneak off and investigate properly.

Yeah, she could just… could just…

Sophia snorted. Oh come on Sarah, you started out so strong! Couldn’t you just… Couldn’t you just… ah… Mmm.

The blunette paused, sinking back further into her chair, unsure of the point she’d just been about to make. Couldn’t have been important. Instead of dwelling on it, her eyes just continued to read the page.

She must have been more stressed than she realised. Just relaxing for a moment was having years of tension drip out of her shoulders, flowing through the water rinsing through her hair. It was tempting just to stay here and enjoy the spa day she was being treated to, instead of going off on her investigations, but naturally she couldn’t do that. It’d be a betrayal of everything she was. No, she’d get up and take a look around…

… In a few minutes, anyway. No harm in… relaxing for a little longer…

Really? Didn’t she feel any urgency? Surely she should be paying more attention to… to…

Sophia put a hand to her mouth as she felt a yawn bubble up from her chest, stealing whatever focus she’d managed to gather. Again, she just found herself sinking into her chair, reading along, her eyes slowly drifting down as a feeling of sleepy lethargy stole over her.

It wasn’t time to go yet anyway. The stylists were still here, still fussing over her. Practically smothering her with beauty products, in fact. There was something wrong with that, she thought, distantly, but she was far too relaxed to care.

A thick cream facemask was being painted over her cheeks, cucumber slices already placed over her eyes. ‘Something to help smooth out that lovely skin of yours,’ one of the stylists purred into her ears, just barely louder than the music, ‘soon no one will know you’re in your 40s~’

Sophia giggled appreciatively, even in her stupor, at the women’s kindness. It almost felt like she was being spoken to herself. Though, of course, no one would ever confuse her for being in her 40s, she was- she was…

… She was cleeearly still in her 20s, of course! That’s what she told everyone, anyway. And as long as no one ever looked at her driver’s license, they could keep on believing that little white lie~ The blunette grinned, wrinkles around her mouth growing long and profound, as the small lines on her brow and in the corners of her eyes had only a moment to deepen, before they were smoothed away. After a moment, her skin somehow looked even younger than it had when she’d sat down – though, oddly enough, it also now had a rather plastic looking sheen to it.

‘Now lean back for a moment…’

Sarah’s head tingled as soft but firm hands began to massage cool, bubbly suds into her hair. Oh, that felt so nice. The scent of flowers tickled her nose as her lips spread into a relaxed smile.

‘Don’t worry, dear, we’ll work all those knotty thoughts out of you.’

Hm? Had one of them just said something? She thought she… Ah… O-oh, what had she just… been… thinking? Suddenly her head felt so full of… tingles…. and… soapy bubbles…

“Ooohh…” She moaned, her eyelids fluttering under the cucumbers. “I feel… so… Mmhm?”

Suddenly, there was something in her mouth. Something sweet and hard. Her lips closed automatically, and found themselves wrapped around the stem of a paper stick.

‘Here’, one of the voices said. ‘Something to suck on.’

Mmmn~ Well, she could certainly do that! In fact, as her head felt increasingly more bubbly, it was just about the only thing she could do at all! Everything else felt so difficult and complicated all of a sudden. Happily she could just relax, let everyone else worry about things, and just suck…

Suck…

Sophia was sitting slumped in her chair at this point, book spread open on her lap. Her eyes still followed the text helplessly, completely locked into following the narrative, even as the bubbled brain behind it failed to comprehend a single word. Lethargy had now morphed into utter stillness inside her mind. It felt like all of her thoughts had been wrapped in a soapy shell, sloshing around inside her head.

The page turned itself, independent of her now. After all, one of her hands was laying slack at her side – while the other was up by her mouth, her slowly plumping lips wrapped around a single slick finger, the only reason she wasn’t openly drooling on the page…

Suck…

Sarah’s lips felt so deliciously sensitive, pleasure pumping through them and up into her brain with every purse. It was like every

Suck…

was making them swell up, larger and larger, pouring more and more pleasure through her.

Suck…

The blunette sighed, eyes fluttering as her lips grew even larger.

Suck…

Sarah giggled again as the bubbles in her head grew more intense, fizzing and popping as fingers continued to stroke through her hair. Each one burst like a firework, filling her head with tingly glitter and joy, melting down whatever had been inside them into happy sludge. Pop pop pop~

Another giggle spilled from Sophia’s lips, her glazed eyes going slightly crossed. Pop pop pop~

The next thing Sarah knew, was her chair being tilted behind her, laying her out on her back. ‘Time for your massage’, one of the stylists told her over the snip of scissors, cutting her old clothes away. A cool breeze washing over her sensitive skin informed her that she was naked, but that thought was quickly bubbled and popped into nothingness, so she just cooed and sucked some more.

Then she moaned as she felt those familiar hands start massaging her chest, spreading a spicily warm cream over her breasts. Fingers squeezed and stroked, sending waves of heat through her entire body. So hot! So good! So mmmhn~

“Mmmhn~” A pleased sigh echoed through the room. By this point the blunette was too far gone to even care if anyone heard her – not that they did. She was far too distracted by the popping bubbles in her brain, the pleasure pulsing in her lips, and the heat – oh, the heat – blossoming in her chest. So much heavenly heat flowing through her, growing hotter, feeling better, by the second.

That was because her lips weren’t the only thing growing bigger now. Beneath her top, her chest was starting to swell up, swiftly doubling even tripling in size (and she had already been pretty blessed in that department, as her friends liked to remind her). Her clothes were quickly stretched to breaking point, squeezing around her fattened curves, but she was far too blissed out to feel any discomfort. The only reaction she had was shifting a little to keep reading her book over her boobs.

‘That’s a good girl. Nice and thoughtless. Looking like a proper Beauty Queen.’

Someone might have said something. Honestly, Sarah was too busy sucking and popping to hear her.

‘Now let’s make sure that brain is properly massaged so you think like one too~’

Something slid over her ears. Headphones? Pop! What had she just been thinking aboPop! Ah… Mmmn~

Music filled her head, far louder and harsher than the soft tunes that had caught her ears before. This was practically white noise, crackling static and electric whines. But still, she was far too relaxed to care at this point. The sounds just washed over her, through her, into her, and her lidded eyes didn’t so much as twitch.

In fact, if she listened carefully, past the slick sounds of sucking and the bubbly popping that still filled her head, she could even make out some faint lyrics…

‘Slutty little sexpot…’

‘Empty headed trophy…’

‘Obedient and dumb…’

The words echoed around inside her hollow head, growing louder and louder, writing over everything that had popped away.

Static hissed in Sophia’s ears, as drool finally dripped from her fattened, fake looking lips. Her fingers had finally popped free, dropping to hang limp at her sides, her glazed eyes flickering, growing more and more vapid by the second.

She shifted, her chest bouncing, nearly tearing her top. It’d be so like a Slutty Little Sexpot like her to give everyone a free show… Heehee, she wouldn’t even mind. But she had to be careful. After all, an Empty Headed Trophy like her was supposed to keep the good stuff for her man alone. It was so hard though! She just loved to give a show to anyone who asked. She was just too Obedient and too Dumb to do otherwise~

Sarah sighed and melted. At some point, her legs were lifted and spread, hot oils and creams massaged into their flesh to make her muscles slim and firm, her skin smooth and hairless. Firm hands lifted her behind and squeezed her cheeks, slathering them in oil as well. Under their tender ministrations, the same heat in her chest began to bloom down below as well. Soon, her ass was fattening up just as nicely as her breasts had…

And in the real world, Sophia was wobbling in her seat, her chest jiggling as her behind swelled out underneath her, fattening up to proper hourglass proportions, and splitting the seams of her pants. Her clothes were barely holding together, each stitch straining to hold in the bimbo blossoming within.

‘There we go.’ The headphones were finally lifted off, and the beauty products wiped away, a gentle hand petting her head. ‘A nice little Trophy Wife, just as requested. Let’s get you dressed and off to your owner, now, shall we?’

Sarah certainly couldn’t object!

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It was a different woman who stepped back out into the lobby of Beauty Queen Spa and Salon. Just a few hours before, a raggedy, stressed, and altogether humble looking investigator had walked in. Now, from out of those magical halls, a vision, a dream emerged – an hourglass bimbo of wonderfully fine form, dressed in the glitziest, most glamourous fashion a trophy like her could dream of.

There was no sign of stress, or depression, or even a hair out of place. Sarah had been transformed, completely and utterly – from paranoid mess to happy, bouncy bimbo. Even she could have seen the improvement – if she weren’t now too dumb to notice the change.

Sarah wasn’t alone, either. Sophia was getting her own glam-up. Her clothes, already struggling, finally gave in, bursting apart around her enhanced figure – before unweaving themselves entirely, and stitching themselves back together in a much more fitting form – a slender black dress that clung to her curves, trying to reveal as much of her fabulous flesh as possible while remaining legal.

Golden hoops hooked through her ears, golden chains wrapping around her neck, gold bands slipped over her wrists. There was no question of their value – but it was simply gaudy to dress one’s self up in them so blatantly, like she was nothing more than a display piece used to show off one’s wealth. A diamond ring locked around her ring finger, sealing the deal, making it clear who’s display piece she was.

Her fingernails had lengthened, each one painted a rich red. Her hair had grown longer too, looking much glossier, fuller than before. But the most visible changes – aside from her curves, which were likely visible from space – were on her face.

Her expression now had a vapid plastic-like quality, the kind that only came from dozens of surgeries designed to keep her looking young and beautiful, despite her advancing years. Tweaks to the nose, the eyes, and of course, the fattening of her lips. The whole look was almost as plastic as her tits, which stood firm and proud on her chest, barely covered by the slinky, mostly transparent black dress that she wore.

There, in the lobby, her new owner was waiting.

“There,” said Mark, grinning as he scooped his new bimbo up into his arms. “Didn’t I tell you you’d love this place once you gave it a try?”

Sarah couldn’t really remember – but her master/owner/hubby said it, so it must have been true. “Yuh-uh~” She said. “You’re, like, so smart baby!”

She was glad to have solved the mystery at last. What was wrong with the women of Queensdale? Absolutely nothing! Everyone should be like this! In fact, that was the real mystery here – why weren’t they?

Sarah giggled as Mark escorted her out, his hand firmly resting on his trophy bimbo’s ass. She had no idea – but now, she had much better things to do than investigate~

D’awh Yay! It was so nice to, like, see the girl get over her problems! And that spa sounded super amazing – she’d have to see if her man could find one for her some day – y’know, when she wasn’t busy being paraded around on his arm or being his obedient sexpot in the bedroom, anyways

“Here you go, dear,” Miranda was suddenly at her side, handing her a glass of red wine. “I know you must be thirsty.”

“Ohhh, like, thanks Miri!” She took the glass gratefully, helping herself to a swig. Ahh, that was the stuff. She loved having a drink or two while she was reading – it put her in a better mood when she struggled with the longer words, and it meant she was nice and toasted when her man came to pick her up, just how he liked her. “Mmm~ Oh, any sign of my hubby?” You could practically see the hearts in her eyes. “I’d hate to keep him waiting if he’s looking for me.”

The Book Club’s temporary leader laughed and petted her head. “Don’t you worry about that, dear. You keep on reading, and I’ll let you know when it’s time to leave.”

“Kay!” Now slightly more in control of her vastly reduced faculties, Sophia was happy to do just that! She gripped the book and lifted it over her tits so she could see it better, before turning the page. There was still, like, tons of story left in here, after all, and she had a feeling she was going to enjoy where the tale went next!