How I Became Trophy Wife (Patreon)

Part 1

God damn it. The bitch's body is a lot harder to move then I thought. How does she even manage to walk with these knockers and this ass! No way I'm staying in this body longer then I have to. Ok, calm down and focus. I just have to get into the CEO's office and pretend to be a forgetful trophy wife who forgot their PIN code. Then after he tells me the pin I'll transfer the money over and then switch back with the bitch and leave her here. Easy, no need to rush.

As I walked into the office building, I couldn't help but feel all the eyes on me. Well, of course they would be, this girl was a total bombshell. As I walked into the office building, I couldn't help but feel all the eyes on me. Well, of course they would be, this girl was a total bombshell. But damn, I worked here for a few years and known these guys for years. Now I'm getting weird vibes from them and feeling myslekf like a piece of meat. God damn, didn't even take into account how I'd be feeling as this bitch, it was really fucking weird.

It was a long way to the CEO's office. And every time I cursed myself for wearing these heels. I feel myself losing balance every few steps and almost falling. God, I hate having tits and an ass, I can't even walk properly anymore!

Finally, I reach the secretary's desk. She looked at me and immediately recognized me as the CEO's wife. "Mrs. Wilson, your husband is waiting for you in his office. He told me you were coming." The secretary was a middle-aged woman with auburn hair.

I thanked her and walked into the CEO's office, trying to look as sexy as possible. As I opened the door, I saw my target sitting at his desk, looking at me with a smug grin on his face.

"Ah, my dear, there you are. You seem a little tired, was it difficult getting here?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

"No, no, no, it's fine. I just... I'm just a little tired. Sorry." I replied, trying not to show any signs of annoyance.

"That's too bad, I was hoping we could have some fun." he said with a smirk.

Part 2

"Oh yeah, right!" I exclaimed, feigning enthusiasm and moving towards him with a seductive smile. "I mean, I know how to make you feel good and stuff. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it for sure," I said with a wink, leaning over his desk and showing off my cleavage, biting my lip "so, uh... I kinda, sorta forgot the pin for our gold card, would you mind telling it to me, baby?" I asked in a seductive voice, batting my eyelashes. "I just wanna, ya know, spend some money on something sexy for you," I said, leaning closer to him and placing my hand on his shoulder. 'Shit.. It's fucking hard to play dumb and sexy, especially with this fucker,' I thought.

"Oh... wow, I'm impressed by your... performance, you're definitely better at this than my actual wife, ROGERS." He replied, emphasizing the last word and kissing me deeply with his tongue in my mouth. 'What the fuck!' I thought. 'This is wrong! This is so fucking disgusting and why he's using my own name?!'

"Well, Rogers, you're definitely a better kisser than her too." he said, grinning widely.

I was shocked and disgusted. My mouth was open wide in disbelief and my eyes were wide.

"W-What? W-Who's Roger's?" I tried to play dumb, pretending not to understand what he meant.

Oh, don't try to play dumb with me, you think I don't know who's really behind this? Firstly, my wife would never act like such a slut in front of me, she knows better, secondly, she can't forgot her PIN codes because she never knew them. They were always kept only in my name. And finally, I can tell it's you Rogers, because of my wife's text message, which says that you switched places with her, and that she wants a lot of money from me, if I want to get this device. And if not, then she'll destroy it."

I was speechless. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is not good. Shit, what am I gonna do?' I was thinking frantically.

"Des-destroy?! Why would she do that?!" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because she hates being my trophy wife and wants to destroy our marriage? As I understand without this device, she has no way of switching back and you'll be stuck in her body forever. Which is actually better for me, cause I'm tired of her anyway, and I always liked her ass much better than her personality."

"I-I... I don't believe you! There's no way that you'd pref-" he interrupted me, kissing me passionately again, g****g my ass and breast, and shoving his tongue down my throat.

"Mmmfff-mmm-mmm" I moaned into his mouth, not being able to resist his kiss.

"Ohh, don't worry, Mrs. Wilson, you'll get used to this soon." he said with a smirk and pulled out his phone. "Now, about your request" he typed something on his phone, and seconds later a man in a suit came into his office.

"Hello, sir, you called for me?" the man asked.

"Yes, please take Mrs. Wilson and help her with a nice dress and whatever else she desires. I think she wanna went go shopping and buy some sexy lingerie for tonight, don't you, dear?" he said, giving me a knowing look.

Part 3

"Uh, um, I-I... No, I..." I stuttered.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart, you deserve it. After all, you've been such a good girl." he said, grabbing my ass tightly, squeezing it. Then, he whispered in my ear, "You better be a good girl, or else..." He squeezed my ass harder. "I don't think you wanna find out why my wife is afraid of me, right, Margie?"

I gulped nervously. "O-okay, sir." I said quietly, blushing deeply.

"Oh, don't call me sir! Call me Daddy." He grinned, letting go of my ass and looking at the man in the suit. "If anything happens to her, you're fired."

"Y-yes, sir!" the man said, nodding his head quickly and walking towards me.

"Have fun, Margie." he said, waving at me.

"Come, miss, let's go shopping." the man said, gently taking my hand and leading me out of the CEO's office while I tried not to trip on my high heels as we walked.

"Mr. Wilson... I mean, Daddy... Sorry about the mistake, I-I... I didn't mean to... Just let me switch back and I'll never bother you again! I'm very sorry for this whole mess! I-I didn't mean to make things complicated between you and your wife, I swear! I just wanted some quick cash!"

"I don't understand what are you talking about, Margo. Quick cash? You're my wife and you can just ask me for money whenever you want, and you didn't make anything complicated between me and you. Now, shut up and stop acting stupid, my little slut." he laughed loudly.

I was speechless, I couldn't believe this was happening. The man was holding my hand firmly as he led me out from the CEO's office to the sounds of my 'husband's' laughter.

"Come on, miss, don't worry, it's gonna be fine. You'll see." the man said, squeezing my hand gently and leading me to the elevator. 'Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck! This can't be happening!' I thought frantically, looking around desperately for a way out. But the only thing I could see were the my formers collegue's gazes on my body. 'Fuck, why is everybody staring at me?!' I thought, feeling how my huge fucking boobs were bouncing under this damn yellow dress as I followed the man to the elevator like some dumb bimbo. Even my friend and fellow employee, James, stared at me in awe, licking his lips, checking out my curves and breasts as I passed him that making me blushed from embarrassment.

Part 4

As I entered the car, the driver gave me a strange look, like he was expecting something from me.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Margo? Take off your clothes." the man in the suit said.

I looked at him, confused. "Huh?" I asked, blinking a few times.

"Dirty bitch like you probably needs a good fucking, don't you?" he said, smiling.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!' I screamed internally. 'Why the hell is a simple driver talking to me like that... to his boss's wife?!' I thought, looking at him in disbelief and horror. But in same time my body started heating up, the heat spread through me slowly, from my core to my limbs and even my mind became a little dizzy, like if someone injected me a drug or something.

"What the fuck?! You're a fucking creep, man!" I yelled at him angrily, getting more and more nervous. He suddenly changed his expression, looking confused and shocked. "Oh, oh, I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson, I thought... I mean, you're usually asking me for... Oh, God, I'm sorry, it's not my business, Mrs. Wilson." the driver said, turning back to the steering wheel.

I sighed in relief, realizing that he was just a normal person, not a pervert, unlike... me. Because despite his disgusting attitude, I couldn't help but imagine him taking me in this car, bending me over the backseat and pounding me with his dick 'Shit, what's wrong with me?!' I thought, my cheeks blushing.

"Okay, j-just... drive, okay?" I said, trying to control my thoughts. For some reason I felt guilty for yelling at him, and was afraid that he he would quit or something. "And, um, sorry for yelling." I added.

The driver just nodded and started the engine.

"Hey, where are we going anyway?" I asked, looking at the man.

"Shopping, as your husband said." the driver said simply.

"Oh, right. Of course." I sighed, sinking into the seat and looking outside the window, thinking about how fucked up this day is.

All the way I silently watched the streets and people outside the window, trying to ignore how my breasts and hips were bouncing in sync with the car movements. It was so annoying, these massive boobs were not only hard to walk with, but also to sit. They constantly moved and shifted, making me constantly adjust my position, and the damn dress barely covered them, it was almost transparent! And when I looked at the driver for a second, I noticed him glancing at me from the mirror sometimes, which made me blush and feel... something strange. Like a warm sensation in my belly.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when we finally arrived.

"Here we are, miss." the driver said, turning off the engine and looking at me.

"So, you're coming with me or what?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously. 'Fuck, why do I even care?!' I thought.

"Um, no, miss, I'm not allowed to. Sorry." the driver said, opening the door for me and giving me a sad smile.

"Yeah, right." I snorted, rolling my eyes and stepping out of the car, adjusting my dress a bit and looking around. 'God Damn it, another fucking high heels nightmare,' I thought, groaning internally.

"Miss, please follow me, we'll go there together." the security guard who suddenly appeared next to me said, smiling kindly. It was same man who was guarding the door at the company, I recognized him. 'Wait a minute, how did he even get here?!' I thought, surprised, looking around and noticed second black car behind us 'Oh, great, more weirdness. Two car just for shopping, huh?' I thought, sighing.

"Alright, lead the way." I said, giving the guard a fake smile and following him, trying not to trip over my heels.

Part 5

The moment I stepped inside the mall, everyone's gaze was on me. 'Oh, god, please, someone help me! Anyone, please, just get me out of here! Someone!'

I was trying to ignore the people's stares and walked slowly after the security guard. It seemed like the whole world had stopped to watch me and my giant, bouncing boobs.

"Here we are, miss. Have fun shopping." the guard said, gesturing to the door, which had 'Victoria's Secret' written on it. 'Great... fucking great.' I thought, sighing heavily. 'Just give me the damn phone so I can call to real Mrs. Wilson and switch back. That's all I want, dammit!'

"Ugm... I already asked, but, can you give me a phone, please?" I said, looking at the guard pleadingly.

"Huh? Sorry, miss, but your husband has specifically forbid me to do that. And I'm really sorry, but I'm not allowed to go against his orders. I hope you understand." the guard said, bowing slightly and apologizing.

"Fuck you, then." I hissed angrily and entered the shop. 'Shit, this is bad. Really bad. I can't even call myself, I mean, her! Shit! Fuck, now what?' I thought, looking around the shop nervously.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Wilson, it's always a pleasure to have you here. We have a lot of new stuff for you, I'm sure you'll love it!" the female shop assistant said cheerfully, approaching me with a bright smile. 'Why is she so happy?!' I thought.

"Ah, well, actually, I just want to buy something simple and then leave." I said, feeling uncomfortable.

"Oh, are you sure? Why don't you take a look at our new line, we have a lot of really cute stuff for you, especially, Mrs. Wilson. Come, take a look." the assistant said, smiling, leading me to the display and pointing at a sexy lingerie. "This is our newest line, called "Pleasure" and we designed it specifically for women like you, Mrs. Wilson. I think it would suit you perfectly." she said, winking at me. 'Women like me?! What the fuck does she mean, women like me?!'

"What women like me?" I asked, frowning.

"You know, Mrs. Wilson, like those with huge breasts and wide hips. Women who love to show their body and who like to have sex with their husbands. I bet your husband will be so happy to see you in this sexy lingerie." she said, chuckling.

'God, I hate this woman. I hate her! And hate that my body reacts to her words, making my skin heat up and causing butterflies in my stomach. Fuck, this is not happening, it's not happening!' I thought, feeling how my pussy was getting wet and my nipples were getting hard from hearing the assistant's words. In my ears her voice sounded like a siren, her words making me horny and aroused. 'Fuck, what's happening to me?!'

"Well, maybe..." I replied, trying to hide my feelings and sounding indifferent. Seller's face brightened even more when she saw my reaction.

"I'm sure you'll love it! Here, try it on, it will fit you perfectly!" she exclaimed, handing me a piece of lingerie. "It's called 'Red Queen' and it will really make you look like a queen, Mrs. Wilson. Your husband will be so happy." I blushed deeply at the words.

"W-well, uh... thank you." I mumbled awkwardly and walked to the dressing room, leaving the seller giggling happily behind me.

Part 6

In the dressing room, I was alone. Finally. It felt good not being surrounded by people and their constant stares. But I couldn't ignore that tingling feeling in my body. And that warmth spreading between my legs, which made my panties soaked and my pussy wet and throbbing. 'God, this body is a total mess! I feel like a hormonal teenager all over again. This bitch is really a nymphomaniac! Fuck! I gotta get out of here soon. As soon as possible. God, what if she already destroyed the device?! Then it's over, I'm screwed! I'm stuck in this slut's body forever. FUCK!'

"Mrs. Wilson? Are you alright? Do you need any help?" the seller's voice interrupted my thoughts, making me flinch in surprise.

"No, no, I'm fine!" I quickly shouted, my heart beating fast from panic. 'Shit, how the hell am I supposed to get out of here?!' I cursed internally while getting out of the dress, struggling a little bit with it due to my large breasts and hips. But after a few minutes I finally succeeded and stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself, stunned.

"Damn..." I murmured, unable to believe my eyes. My reflection was a complete opposite of what I used to look like. The woman in the mirror was a sexy, beautiful blonde bombshell, with huge breasts and wide hips, looking with sad expression at herself. 'I need to finish this quickly!' I thought and grabbed red lingerie, starting putting it on.

"Ugh... why is this thing so tight?!" I groaned in frustration, trying to pull the bra cups over my massive tits, but failing miserably. It was really difficult, the damn things were so big and heavy! They constantly blocking my view and made it impossible to do anything without constantly adjusting their position. "God, damn... what is it... oh, there it is! Huh, it looks like... ugh... damn it!" I cursed loudly, grabbing the belt for stockings and trying to tie it around my waist, but failing. "Shit! It's impossible!" I complained loudly, giving up. 'Dammit! This body is useless!'

"Mrs. Wilson, do you need help?" the seller asked again.

"Y-yes..." I said, defeated.

The seller entered the dressing room and helped me to put the lingerie on. She tied the belt for stockings, adjusted the bra and the garter belt, making it fit perfectly. And all time during the process, she constantly commented on how hot and sexy I was. Her compliments made me blush, and the tingling in my body was growing stronger and stronger. I felt so ashamed and in same time strangely aroused, hearing her words. Whe we finished, she turned to me and smiled.

"Perfect! Look, Mrs. Wilson, you're absolutely gorgeous! Isn't it?" she asked cheerfully while I was staring at my reflection. 'I... damn... it's too much. I can't wear this! What if someone sees me in this?! And this is too uncomfortable, these things are hurting me!' I thought, embarrassed and frustrated, feeling like a total idiot for wearing such slutty girly stuff.

"You are so pretty when you're embarrassed, Mrs. Wilson." the seller whispered in my ear. 'Wh-what?!'

"What did you say?" I asked, looking at her questioningly.

"Nothing, Mrs. Wilson. Nothing at all." the seller said innocently, smiling sweetly and winking at me.

'What the hell is wrong with everyone around that bitch... Margarita Wilson? Everyone treats me like a dumb bimbo! And this stupid slut's body is so annoying, it's so difficult to walk with, let alone move and do something, because these knockers are constantly in the way, and the damn hips are constantly shifting, throwing my balance off! And the worst part is this fucking, wet, burning pussy, that's constantly dripping with this slut's juices, making her panties soaked and sticky. Fucking shit! God, I just wanna be a man again, not some slutty sex doll who can't even control her own body! Shit, I really need to get out of here ASAP!'

Part 7

'Holy shit! I spent my year's salary on these torn up pieces of fabric today! I mean, Margarita Wilson's husband's money! Ugh, whatever, this is probably nothing to them anyway. Rich assholes. And I always knew that Wilson's bitch was a fucking rich whore, but damn, these are the most expensive pieces of crap I've ever bought in my life!' I thought while walking to the mansion.

'Wow, this house is huge. Like really fucking huge. And the garden is enormous too. Wait, who is it? It is a maid or a gardener?'

"Good afternoon, Missus Wilson. I'll take your bags for you." the woman bowed slightly and held out her hands. She was dressed in a black and white maid uniform and had a beautiful face, which was framed by her long, dark hair. Her slight accent and her Japanese features suggested that she was Japanese. 'Wow, she is so beautiful! Like from a movie or anime. And she is a maid, huh. That's so cool!' I thought, staring at her dumbly, while she waited patiently for me to respond.

"Ah, yes, of course, thank you." I stuttered awkwardly, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I handed her my shopping bags.

"If you need anything, just call me, mistress." the maid said and walked away. 'Mistress?! Is she kidding?!' I thought, dumbfounded. 'This is ridiculous and absurd! This is the twenty first century, not the medieval ages. But I guess this is what rich assholes do, they like to have servants and call them by fancy names. But why is she calling me a mistress?!'

I shook my head and entered the mansion, wondering if the maid was a robot or a living human. 'Oh, wait, maybe she is an android! Huh, interesting.... Fuck, damn boobs are hard to move with, shit. It's so tiring!' I complained, cursing under my breath and sighing.

"Ugh... You... Emm..." I called out to the maid. "Sorry, uh... What's your name again?" I asked shyly.

"My name is Aimi, miss." she answered, smiling politely.

"Aimi. Cool. So, Aimi, I need a phone, please."

"I'm sorry, Missus, but your husband has explicitly forbidden us from giving you a phone." she apologized, bowing deeply and looking at me sadly.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, shocked and slamming my foot angrily on the floor. "Are you serious right now?! He can't do this to me! It's not fair! Just give me a damn phone and I'll be out of here, dammit!"

She shook her head, still looking at me with an apologetic expression. "I'm extremely deeply apologize, miss, but I'm not allowed to go against Master's orders."

"Ugh, God! Master, mistress?! Really?! Are you a fucking slave?!" I yelled, throwing my arms up in frustration. She flinched and winced at my words, her eyes wide and fearful. She looked terrified. "I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry." she apologized quickly, bowing low, her shoulders shaking.

'Damn, she is scared of me... I shouldn't yell at her. Damn, I behaved the same way as these rich bastards...'

"Hey, I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you, or anything." I said softly, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. She looked at me and nodded. "Thank you, miss." she whispered, her voice quivering slightly. "Please forgive me." she added, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped tightly together. "You don't have to apologize, it's fine. Seriously, it's okay."

"Thank you, mistress." she replied, smiling gratefully before turning and leaving.

Part 8

After she left, I sighed heavily and looked around the mansion. It was very luxurious, with marble floors, expensive-looking paintings, crystal chandeliers and antique furniture. Everything was decorated with gold and silver and the interior design was extremely elegant and stylish. But despite its luxury, the place didn't give me any positive vibes, it was too cold and sterile, like a museum or something. 'Ugh, this place is so creepy, it gives me creeps... Oh, is it... a phone!'

There was a cellphone on a nearby table. I grabbed it quickly and unlocked it without a problem since my face was recognized by the camera. 'Yes, finally!' I thought excitedly and dialed my own number.

"Hello?! Margarita, are you there?!" I whispered into the phone desperately, trying not to be overheard by anyone.

"Huh, hello, hello, Mrs. Wilson, is that you?" my own voice sounded in response on the phone with sarcastic notes. "What a pleasant surprise, dear, I thought you were busy fucking with someone and forgot about me, haha!"

"Shut up and listen carefully, Margarita. You need to come to the mansion right now. I'll meet you outside, in the back yard, and we'll switch places and you-"

"Easy, girl. First of all, the name's Roger, remember? Second, I'm not going anywhere. And third, even if I did, then, how do you plan to switch If I destroyed the device, hm?" she interrupted me rudely.

"You WHAT?!" I screamed in horror as realization dawned on me. "YOU BITCH, WHY?!"

"Because, darling, I don't want to go back. Once I was in your body, I decided this right away, because for the first time in my life I didn’t feel this lust that was driving me crazy for so long. You don't know what it's like to be a nymphomaniac, Roger, I can't control myself, I'm always horny, and I'm always thinking about sex, even in the most inappropriate situations, for example, when I'm looking at the cactus in a large living room in a mansion!" She laughed while my gaze is accidental fell on a cactus and I imagined a dick sticking out of it, which made me gasp.

"Ah... fuck..." my small hand as if automatically reached to my breast, grabbing the nipple and squeezing it tightly.

"I can see that you finally understand what I'm talking about... I thought my whole life that I would be better off if I could marry a rich man. But no, the more money you have, the more problems you have, because you become a trophy wife. A sex doll. A whore. A thing. I hate it, and I'm tired of it. And this asshole's dick is disgusting, it's short, flabby and covered in warts. He is a pig who has a strange fetish for licking his fingers during sex and calls his penis the magic wand. And he treated me like a... Fuck this! I just want to forget all this like a bad dream and be able to enjoy a normal, ordinary life without worrying about being constantly fucked. Do you understand, Roger? You wanted to screw everyone, but you ended up getting screwed yourself!"

"NO! You couldn't destroy the device, you're lying!" I shouted like squeaky mouse, panicking.

"Yes, sorry, but you will stay in my body forever. So, enjoy being a slut, cause you're a real slut now, believe me. Good luck." Margarita finished the call, and the screen showed that the communication has been ended.

"YOU, BITCH, FUCK YOU, DAMN WHORE, YOU WILL REGRET IT, I SWEAR!" I screamed into the phone, my left hand still playing with the nipple which made me even more angry and I threw the phone on the ground, shattering it. "FUCK!"

Part 9

"Mrs. Wilson, are you alright? Did something..." Aimi appeared out of nowhere next to me And paused when she found broken pieces of the phone. She immediately dropped to her knees, collecting the broken pieces with her hands and cleaning up the mess. "Please forgive me, mistress! Please forgive me, I didn't notice you were talking on the phone, please don't tell Mister Wilson, please, please, please! I'm sorry, it was a mistake!" she pleaded desperately, looking up at me. Her eyes were full of tears.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted angrily, not caring anymore. "AND STOP CALLING ME MISTRESS, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

Her eyes widened in shock, she looked horrified. Then, she bowed her head, trembling, and quickly left, crying. 'Fuck... fuck, why is everything so difficult?! I can't live like this, in this fucking body! This is impossible, it's just... Ugh, damn, why this stupid pussy is getting wet again?! Fuck! I'm angry, not horny!'

I get up and walked to the bathroom. When I saw my reflection, I got angry. 'Shit! It's still me, Roger! Not her!' I thought, glaring angrily at the image. Then I looked at shower head and felt another wave of desire, remembering Margarita's words about her addiction. 'Shit... God damn it, I don't wanna be her, but... I can't even thought properly, this horniness is driving me crazy...'

I couldn't help myself and taking off my damn tight dress which I hated and throwing it aside. After that I stepped inside the shower, turned on hot water and let it flow over my naked body, enjoying the sensation of the warm droplets hitting my skin and how my pussy was becoming more and more sensitive.

"God... damn... ohh... shit... mmmf... fuck..." I moaned as my hands caressed my body and teased my nipples, pinching and squeezing them. It seemed like that was the most important thing for me at the moment, not even thinking about switching back or escaping the mansion. I was lost in the pleasure, forgetting completely about everything else. 'Mmmf... shit, this is... so good...' I thought, closing my eyes and letting the warm water massage my breasts, making my nipples harden even more.

After a long time, I finally came.

"Mmm... mmm..." I moaned quietly, shuddering and shivering. 'Holy shit... This was the most powerful thing I've ever felt. Fuck, I forgot everything... ' the realization of what happened hit me like a truck. 'Fuck... I just masturbated and came in a fucking shower... Like a fucking bimbo...'

Part 10

Sitting in a large chair in a large men's room that was obviously too big for me, I watched various channels on a huge TV. On the screen, a news reporter spoke, but I wasn't paying much attention to his words, my mind was occupied with other things. I was wondering about what to do next, and how to get out of this situation.

All this day I spend in the house, bored and lonely, except for the servants who tried not to talk to me and only did what they had to do. It turns out my... husband told everyone not only not to give me my phone today, but I also didn't even have access to the Internet. Which was really bad. Because I wanted to contact with someone and find a way to escape, not sit here and think about... things.

My gaze returned to the TV screen, and my mind finally began to listen to what was being said.

"...And then a large black dick is..."

'Oh... large dick... Mmmm... ' I'm sure they said something different on TV, but... I'm sure that on TV they were saying something different, but my imagination that was intensifying the bodily sensations was already unstoppable. That day I learned to control and manipulate the body, the only thing that it works only to enhance and improve my sexual sensations, and it helped me to disconnect from the terrible reality in which I was.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair, sighing softly and slowly reaching my right hand up to my neck, then down between my breasts and stopping there. My body shuddered and goosebumps ran through me as my fingers touched the sensitive skin, causing me to moan involuntarily.

"Ummfff...."

"Mags! Oh, there you are, you dirty bitch!" suddenly, my 'husband's' loud voice made me jump in surprise, opening my eyes wide. He was standing in front of me, staring at me with a grin, looking like he was ready to pounce on me. "Have fun, watching... news, huh? I didn't expect you like news so much, my little whore, haha! And why the fuck you're wearing my robe?"

"What?! You! Asshole! I'm not your fucking wife, and you know it! Let me go! And give me my phone! Now!"

"Ha-ha, yeah, whatever, babe. You can use both the phone and the Internet. Now it doesn't matter anymore. But don't think you can leave me or run away, Margie. Cause our marriage contract states clearly that after you divorce me, you'll must pay me back for everything I spent on you. And that's gonna be a lot. Like... a lot a lot. I mean, millions, darling. By the way, did you have a good time shopping today? May be, you wanna show me something new you bought, babe?"

"No, and stop calling me 'babe', assh-" he cut me off closing my mouth and then sticking his finger in my mouth. I wanna bite his finger off, but somehow I felt weak.

"Suck on it, bitch, or else..." he whispered dangerously, giving me a deadly look. I obeyed. I felt his finger moving around my tongue, teasing me. I started s***g on his finger, imagining that it was his dick. My pussy was wet and burning, begging for release. 'Damn, no, I don't want this! Stop it!' I opened my eyes and saw his ugly face grinning.

He said "I don't give a shit what you think and who you think you are, because you're a fucking bimbo, and you will always be a fucking bimbo. You are my fucking wife, Margie. Mine. Got it? And now, take off the robe, babe, and change to this lingerie, which you bought today, and in the future never, do you hear me, never show yourself in front of me without a proper clothes and makeup, Is that clear, whore?"

"Ummfff." I said with his finger still in my mouth and nodded weakly. 'Dammit, he is so scary, he is like a damn demon, I never expected him to be this type. I always thought that he was just a boring CEO, but now I understand why his wife didn't want to switch back with me, he is a fucking psycho!'

Part 11

After that I stood up from the chair slowly and without saying anything, walking toward the dressing room while my 'husband' was following me with his gaze. I closed the door behind me, leaned against it and sighed. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck. What am I gonna do?' I thought frantically, trying to control my trembling hands and heart beating fast. 'Dammit, calm down, Roger, everything will be fine. Just change, and pretend that nothing happened. He is probably drunk or something, he is acting like a complete weirdo. Everything is fine, everything is going to be okay.'

I took a deep breath and looked around the dressing room, noticing a red lingerie set that I bought earlier that day. It uncomfortable and embarrassing to even touch. And the thought of wearing it made me cringe. But in same time I knew that I didn't have a choice, because the man's threats were very real. Who know, what the hell he might do if he doesn't get what he wants?

'Yeah, right, it's just lingerie...' i thought understanding that from this moment everything will be completely different and this type of stuff is gonna become a usual thing for me. 'I just have to survive until morning. Tomorrow I will leave this place and... and... ugh! Who am I trying to fool!? I can't just escape and switch places back. That's impossible, cause that bitch destroyed the device!'

I picked up the lingerie set, holding it gingerly and slowly putting it on. I could feel how cloth of the bra cups rubbed against my sensitive nipples, making them harden instantly. 'Shit... This is... weird. Really weird.'

I adjusted the straps and then carefully slid the panties up, pulling them over my ass and hips. Then finally I put on the garter belt around my waist and attached the stockings to it.

When I finished changing, I looked at my reflection and gasped.

"Fuck..."

The woman in the mirror stared at me, looking sad and scared.

"Mags, stop fucking wasting my time and come out already, bitch!" the CEO's impatient voice yelled.

'Damn... Fuck... Shit... I don't wanna come out like this! And don't wanna do anything with this asshole!' I thought, biting my lip nervously, hesitating. Then I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out of the dressing room.

He was sitting on the sofa, drinking whiskey and looking at his phone. When he saw me, he whistled and put his phone away, staring at me hungrily.

"Oh, fuck, wow, Mags, you look like a sexy, fucking slut! Come here, darling. Give Daddy a nice blowjob." he said, grinning widely.

I was frozen in shock and disbelief. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, all I could do was stare at the man who was looking at me with a predatory expression. 'I... no, I-I can't... No! Fuck no! Not a chance!'

"Are you kidding... me?!" I exclaimed, unable to control myself anymore.

"Daddy." he said firmly, glaring at me threateningly.

"Huh, what?! Wha-what are you... saying?" I stammered, confused and scared.

"You heard me, Mags. You should have said, "Are you kidding me, Daddy?" when talking to your husband. Try again, Margie, don't be embarrassed, just repeat after me. Are you kidding me, Daddy?"

"Ah, are you... are you kidding me, Daddy?" I managed to say, feeling completely humiliated and embarrassed.

"No, honey, I'm not. But if you ask nicely, then maybe, just maybe, I will change my mind." he replied, grinning evilly.

I paused and gulped, thinking hard, desperately trying to find a way out.

"D-Daddy, may be... may be you can... you know, please, let me go to bed?" I asked, hoping he would accept it as an answer. He silently shook his head and I felt my heart sank. "Oh, I think I g-g-got it, cow...boy?" I said, stuttering nervously and smiling awkwardly, trying to keep the conversation going.

Part 12

"Good, good, very good, Margie. Keep trying. My wand will like that. Oh, by the way, did you know that my name means "Wand" in Hebrew? Haha, I'm the Magic Wand, baby!"

'This asshole is crazy! Completely mad!' I thought, terrified. 'Shit, I can't believe I'm thinking this but... Maybe it's better to...' I went to bed and sat on the edge, not knowing what to do. 'God, just fuck me already and let's get this over with...' my gaze accidentally fell on the cactus and I immediately started to imagine that the cactus was a giant dick and some girl is licking its tip with her tongue and saying, "I love you, Mr. Cactus."

'What the fuck is wrong with me?!' but my pussy started getting wet again, and I felt an uncontrollable desire to be fucked. "Hon-n-n-ney..." I moaned, looking at the cactus.

"Yes, darling?" the CEO interrupted me.

"Fuck... fuck me..."

"More passionately, honey." he laughed and stood up, walking toward me, undressing himself.

"P-p-please, D-daddy, f-f-fuck me!" I said, blushing deeply and feeling humiliated.

"That's more like it, babe." the man smirked, standing in front of me and taking off his pants. His erect penis sprung free, and he grabbed it with his right hand, stroking it slowly. "Show me how much you want it, Margie."

I looked at his dick, staring at it, mesmerized. It was ugly and disgusting, exactly as described by Margarita.

"Mr. Wilson... please... "I pleaded quietly, feeling how the heat spread through me, making my pussy wet and my nipples harden.

"Say the whole phrase." he commanded.

"Please, Daddy... please, fuck me..."

"With pleasure, my love." the man grinned and pushed me down on the bed, climbing on top of me. I stared at him, my eyes wide and full of fear. I was shaking. But in same time I couldn't stop my body from reacting to his touch, and I felt myself becoming even more aroused and wet. "But you forgot something, dear. What was it?" he asked, glancing at his dick and smirking.

"I... uh... your... dick?"

"No, you silly slut. Try again. You forgot something."

"Your... magic wand?"

"Mr. Magic Wand, dear. Now that you've met, repeat everything to him. Nice and loud."

"Uhm... Mr. Magic Wa-a-and, please... please, fuck me..." I moaned loudly. 'What the hell is happening?! This is insane! I-' I couldn't continue my thoughts as his ugly, disgusting dick entered me, and he started thrusting in and out.

"Ahhh..." my moan escaped me involuntarily from the sudden sensation. It was not a bad sensation, and it was not a good one either, but it was just a weird feeling of being entered. I felt his dick, but it was like something was missing. My nipples were hard and my hand automatically reached to them, but he slapped my hand away. "Don't touch yourself, magic will do it by itself." he said, smirking and starting to lick his fingers. 'Crazy pervert... Is this really my life now? Fucking shit...' I thought while my big tits were bouncing and my hips were moving on their own, in sync with his thrusts.

"Say the spell, baby." the man suddenly said, staring into my eyes intensely.

"I... uhhh... fuck..."

"Come on, my wand almost ready. Say the fucking spell." he repeated, increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

"Bolem... uhhh... kabbalah... ummf... bolem..."

"Almost there. Almost, Margie."

"Kabbalah bolem... uhh... boleem, bolem..." I moaned, feeling how his thrusts were getting harder and faster. "Mamba... ahh... mamadah, ah..." I felt warm liquid filling my insides and he stopped. "It's a good start, baby. You'll learn how to say it perfectly and soon you'll be a real magic whore."

'A what?!' he pulled his dick out and his sperm came out, running down my thighs. 'Gross...'

"Good night, darling." the man kissed me on the forehead and walked to the his bathroom.

"Uh, good night, Daddy." I replied quietly, confused.

"Matthew, honey, not Daddy If not only in bed, haha." he winked at me and disappeared behind the door.

Part 13

"Good morning, miss." the maid greeted me with a friendly smile, placing a cup of hot tea and a plate with pancakes in front of me.

"Morning..." I answered, staring blankly at the plate. This night was so crazy, and I was still processing what had happened. I don't know how, but I managed to sleep, thank God. "Aimi, right?"

"Yes, mistress. Is there something else I can help you with, miss?" she asked politely, her eyes wide and attentive.

"Actually, yes. Please, Aimi, please tell me, why the hell are you calling me mistress?"

She hesitated a moment, then smiled sadly and sighed, looking down. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson, if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Huh... well, yeah, kinda. So, please, Aimi, can you just, I don't know, call me... Margarita." I said, sighing and staring at my huge breasts and wide hips, feeling like a complete stranger in this body. 'Margarita. Right, I'm Margarita. God, this is so fucked up.'

"But... your husband doesn't want us to call you that way, Mrs. Wilson." she replied apologetically.

"My husband? He is not my husband! Well, I mean, he is, but... Ugh, forget it." I groaned, feeling frustrated.

"On your schedule today, miss, you have a massage appointment, a facial and a hair salon, then, a doctor appointment, followed by a meeting with Mr. Wilson and dinner with him and some other guests." Aimi announced, reading the list of my day activities.

"My what? Seriously, Aimi, is this some kind of joke or a prank or something?" I asked, staring at her, confused.

"No, Mrs. Wilson, why would you think so?" she replied, looking at me, surprised. "Oh, and don't forget, you asked me to remind you, about your pills. So, I have it prepared for you, Mrs. Wilson." she added, handing me a small pill box.

"What, are these... birth control pills?! Seriously?! Aimi, please tell me, why would I need these?! I'm not gonna have sex with... ugh, doesn't matter." I shook my head, sighing and taking the box from her.

"Of course, you do, miss. Every morning and every evening." she answered, smiling and pouring the tea into the cup. 'Damn, where is some vibrator or a dildo?! I need to relieve stress! Shit...'

"If you're thinking about your morning masturbating session, miss, I can assist you, if you want." Aimi suddenly said, grinning. 'What?!' I gasped and blushed deeply, staring at her and feeling beads of sweat instantly appear all over my body. "Uh, wh-what? N-no, I mean... n-no, thanks, Aimi. No, really. It's okay." I stuttered nervously, trying to sound calm and closing my wet pussy under the blanket.

"As you wish, Mrs. Wilson." she smiled, nodding and turning away.

"Wait! Wait, Aimi!" I called after her, stopping her. 'Fuck, what am I doing? I should stop this nonsense, but... God, I can't. Not in this state, and not in this body. Damn, this is crazy, I'm losing my mind.'

"Yes, miss?" she looked at me curiously. I had already thrown back the blanket and was looking at her tensely. "I... uh... well, a-as you said, I need to... ahem... do my morning routine. And... umm... I... could use your assistance." I mumbled awkwardly, not believing that I was actually saying these words.

"Of course, Mrs. Wilson. Anything for you, miss." she smiled sweetly, approaching me.

Epilogue

My name is Margarita Wilson, and I am a rich trophy wife. Well, at least that's what everyone around me says. They say I'm lucky because my husband is a rich businessman and he can give me everything I want. My husband... It still feels weird to say it. Never in my life did I think that I would actually say this. Never in my life did I think that I would be stuck in the body of woman with a crazy sexual desire, with the body of a sex addict, the body of a nymphomaniac trophy wife.

This is what I am now. I have huge boobs and a wide ass, which make it impossible to wear anything decent. Everyone says that I look gorgeous, but I know what they are thinking, I can see the lust in their eyes. I'm a walking sex toy, a living sex doll. Stupid bimbo who can't live without constant sexual stimulation, because my body is constantly horny and my hormones are always in an unstable state, driving me crazy.

Nobody taking me seriously, everyone treats me like an airhead. They treat me as if I'm an idiot, talking to me like a child, explaining things that I should understand. Like a fucking retard. And If I say something very banal, they look at me with surprise and say "Wow, Margie, that's so deep, you are so smart" and pat my head like I'm a kid.

I hate this! And I hate my husband, Matthew Wilson, who is an arrogant, conceited, rich prick. But, damn, I'm can't divorce him, cause I'm in debt to him for the rest of my life due to the stupid contract. But I'm sure this idiot won't let me go anyway, even if I paid him back. He wants to keep me as a trophy, especially after I... So, he knows i'm not Margarita, but that only makes it worse. He really thinks i'm some kind of trophy now, like he conquered me in this body, and he has a right to use me as he pleases.

Although of course I am pleased with all kinds of beauty salons. Yes, it's strange to hear from a man, but it's true. And the sex life is also... I don't want to think about this, it's weird and confusing. My thoughts are already confused and I don’t know where my thoughts are and where they are from my body, that is, from this slut's body, Margarita. Although Margarita is me... damn, it's always like this. I hate the constant desire for sex, and at the same time I love everything that is related to it. I really enjoy all the sensations, the pleasure and the satisfaction after or****sm. And I can't imagine what my life would be like without all this now...