Her eyes moved over you like she was checking a window for fingerprints, slowly and calmly. The darkness of the room had made the crowd feel distant, but under her gaze you felt very exposed.
Her breasts were larger than yours but smaller than your pet's. That was no surprise as you had given your pet hormones over many months to make her breasts and butt unbearably large, her cock laughably small, and her mind utterly blank.
Hear ass was bigger than yours and, judging from the lines of her skirt, her cock was much larger. The look in her eyes as she examined you made you feel as if she had stolen and read a very thorough biography of you. Meanwhile, your attempts to read her felt impossible.
"I believe that I have met your pet", she finally remarked. "I must say, I am impressed. The way you have transformed her in body and mind... that you have left her with one thought in her head and one desire in her heart, but robbed her of the capacity to bring them to fruition..." She paused for a long time, as if she were savoring the flavor of a fine, single-malt Scotch. You barely noticed the long pause, as you were wholly entranced by the cadence of her voice.
"And yet..." she said, pausing once again, "have you not seen the desire permanently on her face? Have you not seen the ecstasy in her eyes when she takes the few steps her cage and her training allow her towards the orgasm she can never have? Don't you envy her? At least, almost?"