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Take a good look at the incredible plastic tits you funded, piggie - because that's all you're ever going to get. Every inch of my perfect new rack was paid for with your hard-earned money. Your life savings, right? Haha. Your carefully topped up little piggy-bank, drained down to nothing just so your dream girl could look absolutely incredible for somebody else. My pretty hair, my long fake eyelashes, the acrylic nails, the cosmetic fillers, my gym-toned body and now my brand new silicone enhancements - all of it, funded by you - my plastic-piggie. And the best part? You don't get to touch a single thing you bought. Haha! No, tit-financing losers don't get access to these goods, they only get sent the receipt. You don't get a reward - you get humiliation. True story, piggy - you'll never see these flawless new tits up close, you'll never feel the weight of them pressed against your face, you'll never know what it's like to bury your cock into the plastic perfections you've paid for. No loser - but other men will. Uh-huh - Real men will. They'll be the ones I'll spoil with these amazing tits while you collect a sneer, a curled lip, and a pretty middle finger pushed right into your ugly piggie face.

And y'know what the cruellest part of this deal is? You're going to be fucking grateful for it too. Somewhere in that ruined plastic-piggie brain of yours, you've already accepted that a goddess looking down over her incredible new tits at you in total disgust is way better than getting nothing at all - and you're right. You get to kneel on the floor at my feet, my pretty findom-brat face smirking as I tower above you, my brand-new tits spilling out of my top, my middle finger pointed straight at you while I tear you apart with my words. Hurtful name after hurtful name, insult after insult, until those pathetic tears start welling up in your eyes. No praise for transferring your savings to my surgeon the instant I snapped my finger at you. No thank-you's or gratitude. No respect and certainly no compliments. You don't deserve anything, piggie - just insults and humiliation - like always! You'd give anything to be smothered in these tits, wouldn't you? Anything at all. But that's not how this works. Fake tits aren't for piggies like you, sweetie - they're for the kinda men who know how to earn them. All you get is my hate and the sound of your own sniffling while I call you a failure, a piggie, a yicky little loser.

This is what you deserve. This is all you get for being the insult-worshipping piggie of your dream girl with perfect plastic tits. And it only gets worse from here too y'little oinker! You need to be put in your place again so you realise you'll never be able to buy your way into my affections - no matter how much you spend on my enhancements. I'll put you down flat on the floor while I sit right above you, my phone in hand, calling my girlfriends so they can laugh at the loser who bought my new implants. Speaker on so you can hear every giggle and every cruel little insult they spit right into your face while you just lie there and take it. Then when my boyfriend gets here - you'll get to watch him bury his face into the cleavage you emptied your entire account for. You get to listen while he enjoys them, while I remind you what a tit-worshipping failure you are, and when he's finished, I'll let him empty his load all over the tits you paid for... And no loser - you don't get to clean them up - you'll never get to touch them no matter how far your willing to humiliate yourself...