“Master, that felt sooooo good!” She says, panting. “I’m going to be a mother! I can’t wait!”
“But what about your career?”
“I can do both! Plus, my boyfriend Harry will help me raise it. He’ll know it was just from a friend.”
Wow. Your reality altering clearly didn’t make her logic rational, it just made her logic fit how you wanted her to think. You ought to set that right.
“Harry? He’s a prick! Remember I told you to stay away from him.”
Her smile turns into a scowl. “Of course! How could I forget? He is a prick!”
“And you don’t care about your career anymore. This baby is everything, and being a mother is way, way more important than your career.
She nods. “You’re right...I’m not really cut out for the rat race anyway. I’ll be a housewife! Domestic bliss! If only I, heh, had a husband, that is.”
You smile. “Um, honey, we’re married, remember? Your my busty, pregnant, redhead trophy housewife!”
Georgina’s whole house changes to be accommodating to a couple, her office being replaced with a living room. Georgina is now much curvier, with longer and curlier red hair and a white dress. She crosses her arms to tout her larger boobs and give you a smile.
“Well duh, that goes without saying, Master,” she says, beaming. “Oh I can’t wait for this baby so you and I can fuck some more!”
Oh, how great life is...