Feminine Desire

Victor discovered a remote that could instantly switch body parts between two people, and he was going to use it to his heart's content. First he made himself taller, more muscular, and more well-endowed. But that wasn't enough. He wanted a wife, someone astonishingly beautiful who was hopelessly in love with him and completely subservient. Since nobody on Earth seemed to fit that description already, his work was cut out for him.

Starting with some homeless man off the street as his canvas, Victor painstakingly replaced each and every aspect of his subject that he deemed undesirable. He didn't stop at just surface level details either, but switched out even individual thought processes responsible for critical thinking, loyalty, addiction, and love. He spent months creating his masterpiece. Now she was finally complete, and she was a goddess. An inviting smile of straight, white teeth, copper skin that glowed in the sunlight, brilliant hair of auburn curls, lovely child-rearing hips, and firm breasts with perfect nipples. Above all though, was the mind of a woman who adored and obeyed him.

Victor was curious to test out his work. "Hello dear," he spoke to his new wife. "Would you take off your clothes for me?" She wasted no time, instantly removing her dress and underwear. She stood still again, eagerly showing off her assets in the nude. "Perfection" he said again. Victor was a man of obsession and megalomania. He had his prize in front of him, and sex was on his mind.

"Come here, my love," Victor commanded. Just those words were enough. His wife began walking towards him. Nothing would stop her. Even the glass table wouldn't get in her way. She put her hands and knees on it and crawled right over it, jumping straight into his arms. She desired him the way a dog's mouth watered at the sight of treats in its owner's hand. Nothing would satisfy her except sexual intercourse with her master.