Ideal Partners

Let me start by saying I love my wife.

Ashley and I had been married for about a year, which seemed concerning to most, considering I was 22 and she was 19. We were both young, but I was making tremendous money in the trades, and she was doing great in school.

And besides, she's a quadruplet, and two of her other sisters were also getting married.

Chantelle married her high school boyfriend, John, while Michelle ran off to Vegas with someone named Toby she met freshman year of university and never looked back. It's not that their Mom or Dad, Cheryl and Bill, minded. They loved us, and Bill and I especially got along.

Besides, they also had a bigger problem to worry about.

Katherine.

She was considered the youngest of the Branch family, and boy, was she treated like it. In her defense, her sisters, my lovely wife included, acted like she was a spoiled brat all of the time.

Maybe there was something Ashley hadn't told me, but that was not the vibe I got from Katherine at all.

Instead, she was just a girl that had the worst luck with men and had no idea what she was going to do with her life.

"She'll never settle down," Ashley told me during pillow talk one night. "And she'll never grow up."

"I think she'll prove you wrong one day," I told her as she rolled her beautiful brown eyes. "Oh, come on, she's your sister."

"Exactly. I've known her longer than you have, Cody," she cracked. "I know she'll never change."

She pulled the string on the lamp and the bedroom went dark. Strike three, I was out.

For the second month in a row.

As I laid awake for hours and my wife snored beside me, I decided it was time to take my sheep counting downstairs.

The main floor was illuminated by moonlight, which helped guide me to the kitchen and towards our water cooler. I checked my phone as I poured my water into a glass.

On the active Facebook friends list, Katherine's name and picture appeared.

As beautiful as my wife is, I always thought Katherine had the potential to be hotter. Ashley's firm, round breasts paired with her toned ass made her any straight-man's wet dream in workout clothes, but her resting bitch face and her scowl made her nearly unapproachable. The only reason I got a shot with her is because I could make her laugh. It also helped I was a fairly fit individual, which I was reminded of, often, by Ashley.

And from time to time, Katherine. Her body was flatter than Ashley's. Thin, moreso because her metabolism allowed her to eat anything and not gain weight. Ashley, meanwhile, dreaded her birthday, because cake would make her gain "a whole three pounds."

I sent the youngest Branch sister a message. "Why are you up?"

I sipped my water as I waited for a reply, and walked over to the living room. I flopped onto the leather sofa and turned on TV, and immediately muted it. I didn't want it to wake up Ashley, or I'd hear about it.

Buzz.

"I could ask you the same thing. Ashley can't keep making you wait, can she?" Katherine sent with a laughing emoji. She hasn't been able to let it go since it got out that Ashley and I hadn't had sex in a while the last time we all hung out together.

"Very funny," I replied. "Seriously, you okay?"

The three dots appeared and disappeared. I watched the muted TV as SportsCenter aired a repeat from the night that was. Just as the highlights from the Hawks-Bucks game came on, my phone buzzed softly.

"I'm kinda feeling lost," my sister-in-law typed. "My sisters are doing so well in life, but I am just lost, stuck in neutral, it seems."

I sighed and rubbed my brow. I knew what she meant, having been there at age 20 myself, just before I met Ashley.

I scrolled social media, waiting for words of wisdom to come to mind. My thumbs stumbled upon an ad for a product that I didn't think was possible.

"Change anyone to anything, simple!"

This can't be THAT simple...

I thought as I opened the link. It led me to a website promoting various behavioral therapy techniques. Some products offered quick fixes, while others offered long term, slow burn corrections.

I scrolled, reading, fascinated with what I read. This site seemed too good to be true, but as I read testimonial after testimonial, it became apparent this was a little-known godsend.

The products promised to eliminate smoking habits, take control of laziness, boost confidence, and even assist with weight loss.

But then, I found the kicker.

"Increase sex drive."

And then, another.

"Make women your ideal body type."

I'm sorry, what?

Another buzz.

"Anyway, I'm going to bed. Night." Katherine texted.

I replied. "Everything will work out, trust me." I returned to the site and read some more.

===

My alarm eventually woke me up on the couch. I heard water running upstairs, meaning Ashley beat me to the shower. It didn't bother me as I instinctively proceeded to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

As the coffee perked in the old school pot, I opened up my phone, and it was still on that site from the night before, looking at this company that promised so much.

There's no way,

I thought. It's like the site read my mind, as a pop-up ad appeared.

"Have doubts? Have questions? We'll answer both! Book a call today!"

For my sake of mind, I figured it was worth a shot. I typed in my information and hit submit, and thought nothing else of it as I tucked my phone back into my pyjama bottoms pocket.

Ashley made her way downstairs wearing a purple sports bra and black leggings. Her brown hair with blonde streaks waved in a ponytail behind her head, and a matching purple headband rested over her hairline.

"You're either up early, or you didn't sleep," Ashley joked.

"Both incorrect, I fell asleep watching TV," I explained as I poured her a to-go mug. It was Friday, meaning she was on her way to yoga before her university class.

She smiled and gave me a kiss. "I'm sorry about last night. I just don't want you to be disappointed when my sister inevitably falls flat on her face again. She's just one of those people."

I smiled back, holding her tanned waist. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Ashy," I kissed her nose, causing her to giggle. "I just like to see the best in people, that's all."

"It's one of the reasons why I love you," she beamed, giving me another kiss on the lips. Just as I tried to slip my tongue in, she peeled away from the embrace. "Thank you for the coffee, but I'm going to be late if I don't get going. Supper with my parents tonight, please dress nicely. I love you!"

She slammed the door as I replied weakly, "I love you too."

My phone vibrated on the counter. It was an unknown number.

"Hello Mr. Pearce, I'm William Hill, and I'm calling to answer your submission to Care Traits Enterprises," the man with a suspiciously deep, voice-actor like greeting said.

"Care Traits Enterprises. CTE?" I asked.

"Believe me, sir, we get that more often than you think," he chuckled. "Tell me, what concerns do you have about our products?"

"Not really concerns, I'm just not sure I believe they work," I replied. "This sounds far too good to be true."

"Again, something else we hear far too often," he stated. "How about we show you how our products work? It might just surprise you. Meet us at the location I am sending to your phone right now. And you're more than welcome to bring a female guest, as I see that is the last page you had open. Ah yes, technology; we're watching, even when you think we're not!"

I didn't know if I should have been pissed, mortified, or impressed.

"We'll see you soon, Mr. Pearce," the man said with a care-free laugh before the call disconnected. I opened my phone to see a missed text from an unknown number with an address.

Curiosity was eating me alive, and was suddenly making me 'too sick' to go to work that day. The 'female guest' line repeated in my mind over and over. Ashley was gone for the day, and hated when I changed her plans. So therefore, I figured her sister was her next-best option.

"Katherine, it's Cody, want to go on an adventure today?"

===

The youngest Branch sister climbed into the front seat of my truck. It was unseasonably warm for March, so she wore cut-off shorts and a band t-shirt. "Where are we off to?" She asked right away.

"As I explained on the phone, it's a surprise. I'm not even sure if I know myself," I smirked as I began driving to the address. "Have you eaten?" I asked.

"No, you woke me up, and I didn't have time to eat," she whined.

"That was 45 minutes ago dude," I shook my head as I pulled into a Starbucks before continuing our drive.

After eating her food, Katherine looked at her phone for most of the drive while mine charged in the middle compartment. The navigation led me onto the freeway towards the north end of town, which had seen new development in recent years that I had not yet explored.

I turned off one of the last exits just as Katherine looked up from her phone. "Is this where I die?" she joked.

"Unless I became your sister, no," I joked back.

The address led me to a newer warehouse that I had never seen before. The parking lot was close to full, but there were some spots near the front of the building, which is where I parked my F-150.

Katherine followed as I got out, hardly looking up from her phone. I just shook my head as I opened the front door for her and glanced at her skinny ass as she walked in.

There was a female receptionist working the front. I wish I could say her tits weren't the first thing I noticed, but her low-cut top made that next to impossible. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" I couldn't identify her accent, but her smile shone brightly as she looked up from her computer.

"I uh... I believe William Hill is waiting for us," I stammered.

"Oh yes, of course, have a seat, Mr. Pearce. And is this your wife that's joining you?"

"Oh God no," Katherine cackled. "I'm the sister-in-law with nothing better to do."

The lady smiled uncomfortably. "Very well. Mr. Hill will be with you shortly."

Katherine looked hysterically at me. "Will Hill? Come on, that name has to be fake."

"He could also go by Bill," I shrugged, causing her to snort.

We were alone in the waiting room. That was until we weren't. An older man with white hair, glasses, and an all-black suit popped out from a side door. He reminded me of Colonel Sanders crossed with Dr. Hammond from Jurassic Park.

"Why hello, Mr. Pearce," the familiar voice bellowed from the man. "Nice to meet you in the flesh. William Hill here." He extended his hand and smiled.

I shook his hand uncomfortably as he looked over at Katherine. "And you must be..."

"Katherine, his sister-in-law," she smiled, giving me some 'what the fuck' side-eye.

"Ah yes, pleasure to meet you, Katherine," William let go of my hand and extended both of his hands to shake hers. She also shook it, uncomfortably. "We have much to do today, so let's get started, shall we? Follow me."

We slowly followed Bill down a maze of hallways. Tinted glass prevented me from looking into the warehouse portion of the building, but the sounds of machinery working flooded the hallway. The sound of steam startled Katherine and I as William never missed a step.

He stopped us at an elevator and selected a button to go up. "We'll start in my office and work our way down," he smiled at us just as the elevator dinged.

We entered the elevator, which took us to the third floor. Katherine and I looked at each other, and while she looked at me as if I knew what was going on, I just shrugged.

The elevator stopped and opened at the third floor. Instead of a hallway, we were greeted by the biggest office I had ever seen. William walked in while Katherine and I followed slowly, looking at the sheer size of the space William had to himself.

My eyes finally met William's, who greeted me with a smile. "Spared no expense."

Okay, Jurassic Park dude...

I joked internally.

"Please be seated," he said as he sat behind a large wooden desk. It was in pristine condition, with not a single paper, laptop, or file folder on it. Instead, just a lamp on one side and a briefcase in the other, and a phone that sat in front of William. I sat on the lamp side in an office chair that I imagine was worth more than my yearly salary.

"Now, Mr. Pearce, something tells me you're a man who knows what he wants in life," William began. "That's why I've invited you here, so we can discuss what that want is. I've quickly made a career in helping people get what they want, you see," he paused. "From politicians, athletes, celebrities, and the odd business man. They have paid top dollar for services I am now looking to pass on to the common man for pennies in comparison."

Katherine joined us at the desk. "Holy fuck, this place is unreal."

William laughed. "Yes, unreal, indeed, Katherine. We haven't discussed why you're here yet."

"His wife was busy, and I was going to be home all day. I had no idea where we were going," Katherine answered plainly. "And honestly, I still don't know where or what 'here' is, exactly."

William again chuckled at Katherine's blunt honesty. "Yes, Katherine, I do try to keep this place as hidden as a 30,000 square foot facility can be. But this is where I get to do the work I've always dreamed of doing. Call it a retirement ambition of mine."

I wanted to know where this was going, but I also felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach. William continued.

"I've always had this idea people should be able to get what they want out of life. Be it fame, fortune, riches, whatever they desire, it should be theirs if they choose. Tell me, Katherine, what do you want in life?"

Katherine looked at me nervously, but answered. "I honestly don't know. I'm 20 years old, but I feel very stuck."

William shook his head. "You poor thing, plenty of life ahead of you. Surely, you must want something in life. Tell me, it can be anything."

Katherine shrugged. "I guess I want a partner. The way Cody and my sister are happy, I want that."

I gulped, possibly audibly. While I loved my wife, I wasn't sure the word 'happy' was the word I would have used.

William smiled. "Katherine, we can do that for you here. Would you like to find out how?"

Before Katherine could answer, William pressed a button on the phone. "Juanita, darling, I have a dream chaser ready for you. Please come get her."

Katherine looked at me in horror. "William, what is this? What's going on?" I asked.

William smiled. "You have nothing to worry about, Cody. Katherine will be just fine."

The elevator dinged, and a pleasant looking Spanish woman approached from the elevator and placed her hand on Katherine's shoulder. "Please come with me," she smiled.

I'll be honest, I would have had a hard time saying no. She looked incredibly sexy, with a tight dress that accented her tremendous curves.

Katherine stood up slowly. "Have a great time," William beamed. "And we'll see you shortly!"

As my sister-in-law left with Juanita, William and I looked at each other. "Mr. Pearce, what makes you unhappy about your wife?"

"Um..." oh fuck. "Well, she's beautiful, and I do love her..."

"She doesn't put out, does she?"

"Um, not often, no."

"Mr. Pearce, if you'll be honest with me, I'll be honest with you. Do we have a deal?"

It sounded simple enough. "Sure."

"My products are more than just some special sauce you put on a burger. I can transform people. Just like I'll be transforming Katherine."

I stood up. "You better not fucking hurt her or I will fucking kill you, you fucking son of a -"

"Relax, Mr. Pearce," William raised his hand, but not his voice. I sat back down, still fuming. "I will aim to solve multiple problems at the same time. You know Katherine has no purpose in life right now. No goals, no ambitions. All she wants is a partner. A

partner?

Seriously."

"You are a red-blooded American man, who can I assume is straight. Correct?" I nodded while he continued his spiel. "So, if I make Katherine into the woman your wife cannot or will not be, all the while making it acceptable for her, her family, and you, for you to enjoy her, would that be of interest?"

I don't know if there were chemicals in the air or my sexual frustration was taking over, but the old man was making a lot of sense. "I guess so, but what would you do to her?"

William grinned. "Anything you wanted."

===

William and I sat in that office for what felt like hours as he pried information out of me. He grinned and laughed as I repeatedly claimed I wanted to stay with my wife.

"Cody, what kind of man do you think I am?" He eventually asked. "What's between husband and wife stays there. But, if we add a little wrinkle on the side that fulfills your needs, what's wrong with that?"

I shrugged; he had a point.

William opened a drawer from behind his desk and pulled out an iPad. It showed a livestream of Katherine sitting in a spa chair. Her eyes were closed, her feet were soaking in a basin, and her nails were being filed. It looked relaxing as hell.

"All she knows right now is that she's relaxing. From here, she can begin mental training to become the ideal sexual partner for you. All you need to do is tell me what you want from her."

"So, say I wanted her to have bigger tits, bigger ass, and an accelerated sex drive?"

"Done, done, and done, all you have to do is say the word," William grinned.

"So, you could make her into a Bimbo," I argued.

"We don't like the 'B' word here, Cody," William grimaced. "We here at Care Traits Enterprises prefer the term 'Ideal Partner.' She would fulfill the wants, needs, desires, and fantasies you've always had, but could never act on."

I was stunned. There was so much I wanted to say, but all I could muster was "Holy fuck."

William burst out laughing. "Oh, Mr. Pearce, you are too much," he chuckled.

When he finally settled down, he continued. "What do you say, Cody? Shall we make you an Ideal Partner?"

I wanted to say yes, but I was hung up. This was my sister-in-law. To me, it didn't feel right.

"I sense some hesitation, so here's what I'll do, since I am such a caring old man," William grinned. "We'll make Katherine completely in your image for free. If you bring in your oh-so lovely wife, we will discuss payment then. How does that sound?"

I could have Ashley

and

a bimbo'd out Katherine? My dick made my decision for me.

"I'm sold."

===

The next 15 minutes were spent meticulously describing what I wanted Katherine to be like. It sounds wrong, but most of the stuff I included kept her personality, and even enhanced her in non-sexual ways. I told William to make her more motivated, to make her believe in herself, and to make her take care of herself. This on top of giving her some plump 36 DDD breasts and a thicker ass to match. I also wanted her to change her hair to match her body.

William recommended increasing her sexuality, her libido, and her submission. I balked at the last pitch.

"Submission?"

"We have seen tremendous results with increasing submission. Trust me, you will not be disappointed."

I had never been the dominant type, but the idea intrigued me. "Sure, but maybe don't go all the way."

"You can always change your mind later," William smiled.

Long at last, we had a final list. I read it over before William submitted it to his staff downstairs.

After he submitted his list, he had one of his staff members bring up a bottle of whiskey.

"So, what's the worst thing you've done to someone to benefit someone else?" I asked.

William leaned back in his chair and pondered. "I wouldn't say I've done anything

bad

to people. Anyone's life I've changed in this way has needed direction, and by all accounts, there's been a positive impact."