I woke up slowly, in a brightly illuminated room. Did I forgot to roll down the blinds...? No. Memories rushed back. I was in an hospital bed. Looking down, two heavy mounts were blocking my view. Big, fake breasts. Finally.

I woke up again. My bandages has been removed by a nurse that was still at my side. She was one of the most prettiest people I've ever saw. I felt honored, blushing, when she helped my out of my bed and guided me toward the full length mirror. It was very welcome, as I had a hard time walking in high heels, because my center of gravity had shifted. Yes. My body. I wasn't weirdly flat anymore. My ass was jutting out, two perfect orbs of flesh, definitively artificial, rivaled in size by my breasts, standing high, also two spherical implants stretching my skin to the limit. I wished more people were there to see my breasts, because, like now, I loved showing my breasts. I wished they were bigger, though.

***

I remember the first time I saw John after my surgeries. He was the most beautiful man of the planet. I was wearing high heels platforms, but he was still a head taller than me. Yes, Weltbeltein surgeons managed to reduce my height around 5.2 feet/158cm. A proper cattle, not the weird tall flat undisciplined cattle I've been at the start.
I immediately went on my knees, feeling weird to stand near a male, and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, in a silent plea for him to thrust his manhood deep in my throat. Now, I understood the cattle I saw in quarantine. Why she was so eager to fuck each and every guards, why she couldn't even understand the concept of fleeing the country, why she loved sex so much. I was like her now. I wanted men to use and abuse me. I felt I belonged here, serving men, as cattle. I wanted to serve John, with all my soul.

But John wasn't in the mood for that. "Get up, we need to see Vuskvangher again."

***

I was collared, leashed, bound again. In the lobby, the receptionists and businesswomen were not making me feel out of place anymore. Instead, I was feeling sorry for them. They were so beautiful, why were they wearing so much clothes? Why were they standing near men? It was so weird. I felt like I was the only normal person here.

"Ah, John again. Welcome. And his pet, of course. She looks much better like that. Isn't it, pet?" I nodded. This fifty years old tech mogul was so handsome, almost as beautiful as John. "You were under the brain scrambler, you know."

I knew.

"You know we can reverse the process. Do you want to be free, or do you want to stay John's slave? Answer me."

I didn't care. What I was feeling was real to me. "I want to stay John's slave.", I answered.

We would come back to the US, I would become John's perfect fucktoy/assistant, and we would operate the brain scrambler. Scrambling the thoughts of female politicians, role models, teachers. Propagating Weltbeltein's ideology. Changing the world.

***

Later that day, we were in the airport, waiting for the plane to take us back to America. Me, looking at John from below, with puppy eyes. He gave me the permission to speak, and I spoke my mind.
I remember him exclaiming in surprise: "You want to STAY in Weltbeltein? Are you crazy?"