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He took me… made me into this… THING. A sex addicted little fuckdoll whose appetite and cunt are so needy she can’t take care of herself…. So horny she can hardly think straight for more than two seconds, like someone cranked her libido up to 11 and...

He took me… made me into this… THING. A sex addicted little fuckdoll whose appetite and cunt are so needy she can’t take care of herself…. So horny she can hardly think straight for more than two seconds, like someone cranked her libido up to 11 and just left her like that. She cant stop licking and sucking on her lips. They feel so sexual… Impossible to ignore.

I can think, but it’s hard when my body is so demanding…. It’s like being hungry, my brand new pussy just tells me IT’S TIME FOR SEX! You can’t argue with your stomach when you’re hungry and it’s so hard to ignore…. You can only think about food. That’s what my new cunt is like…..

You can’t fight hunger or thirst. You can’t resist your body’s basic needs. You might hold out for maybe a minute or so, or even just a few seconds, but when my body tells me FUCK NOW, that’s all I can think of.

He made my pussy, asshole, nipples and lips glow pinker the longer I go without stimulation, so he can tell at a glance how desperate I am, and use it against me. I’m helpless with him knowing exactly how much i need it by how bright I’m glowing. Like a little horny nightlight. I try feebly to to cover it up, but it just shines through. And trying to cover myself with my hands just leads to light touching, which leads to rubbing, which leads to brighter glowing….. until a little pink glowing doll is crying and begging shamelessly for his cum inside her….

A helpless cycle, poor little thing. Willing to do anything just for some release.

I’ll be embarrassed and sulky afterwards, but not for long… and i just need it so bad….

Daddy…. I’m hungry….

And he smirks. The glow makes that obvious, but it’s fun to tease

“Is that so?”

I grit my teeth and get it over with.

“Yes…. I…. I need some fooood.” I’m talking slowly around my cumbersome lips. “I can only eat….. you know….”

He smiles innocently at me.

“Go on, you can say it…”

Still not used to my new place in life, I blush. But it’s barely visible through the neon pink I emit. My lips are glowing quite brightly, my nipples are a dull glow, he can tell iv been caressing my boobies in an attempt to stave off the horniness. But the intense glow coming from under the little skirt he “let” me wear is as bright as he’s ever seen it….

The need, the hunger, I feel like I’m starving. It’s soo much for me…

Pwease feed me daddy…. can i suck your…. your penis? I need your semen in my bewwy….. soooo bad..“

He starts slowly and deliberately pulling his fly down.

“Now now, those aren’t the words I taught you, are they? Try again”

I stare at the floor…. my hips squirming as my belly muscles twitch. He knows my pussy and asshole and lips are all screaming at me….

“Can I…. have my face fucked pwease daddy? Can you… put your cock down my throat and pleeeeeease feed me?

He smiles. “There, that wasn’t so hard was it? On your knees, there’s a good girl.“

I drop to my knees a little too eagerly, unable to stifle a sexy mewl of relief. I open my mouth wide and look up at him expectantly. The duality of my expression is quite cute, he can see my tears of humiliation but also that I’m trying hard not to smile

He takes himself out, still smiling, seeing what he’s made me into. He chuckles as my breath catches upon seeing his huge cock. A hand on the back of my head, taking a fistful of pink hair and pushing my super-sensitive mouth down onto his cock

The groan that escapes me is one of pure, primal pleasure. I hate needing it so badly, but once its happening… My lips feel so amazing that i love love love sucking cock, having my throat fucked, being used like the dolly I am now. Being grabbed and forcefully fucked feels earth-shatteringly good… He chuckles as the glow from under my skirt intensifies. Shame and humiliation forgotten for a moment, replaced with raw need. Putty in his hands, mindlessly needy and desperate.

Being fucked… having a cock in one of my holes is what I’m for… I’m a dolly…. I’m a fuckdolly…. a toy…. a slutty toy for cum to be squirted into….

I know it’s true. I’ve tried to deny it all day even as I kept playing with myself. But there’s no use, it’s just what I am. My head is pushed all the way down, my throat filled, my pink eyes are locked on his the entire time, except when they roll up inside my head….

When there’s a cock inside me, using my holes, my dirty filthy thoughts overpower my brain… what i want to think becomes quiet behind these filthy thoughts about being a fuckdoll….

It feels so good to have a dick this far down my throat…. stretching me… my lips are on fire they feel amazing…. I love this… I love being used like this…

Gurgling, glowing, drooling. My lips were made for this, for Daddy’s cock exactly. I’m roughly tugging and pulling on my enormous nipples and moaning cutely around him. My saliva production ramps up to make a sloppy hole for him to fuck…. I’m spilling drool down my chin and all over my titties…

I’m uncontrollably moaning some words…. He knows what they are even though I can’t speak them.

“Please cum…. please cum… cum down my throat I need it…. so hungry… cum for me daddy….”

He rises to standing, holding handfulls of my hair with both hands, fucking it on his cock. Just a doll for him now. Pulling me down deep as he empties his balls down my throat.

Even though he knows it won’t fully sate my hunger.

i scream in pleasure as I feel my tiny stomach take his huge load…. many times more than a normal mans. My drug… my food… the only thing I need fills me and I groan like a spent slut….

He’s modified himself to be more than a normal man, and me to only be able to take nourishment from him.

I came from my mouth alone…. my lips are twitching, if my mouth wasn’t full it would look like im making a “W” sound over and over again. My formerly flat belly a little rounded now. The glow in my lips and eyes has ceased… still pink, just not glowing…. I start shaking, my shame returning as my orgasmic aftershocks still hit me

“Ooooo…. da…. deee…. i don… wanna…. gawd…. help…. dolleeeee”

He reaches down and take one of my nipples between his fingers, pinching roughly.

“Dolly want a little more, hmm? Needy dolly? It’s okay to say yes.”

“Hhhhhng…… oh….. gawd…. noooo …. dolleee…. wans… moooore….. please…. use dolleeeee…. Morrre….” Im sobbing and shaking as I beg for more. He can tell my body’s needs are totally overpowering my frail little mind, the pink glow returning almost as quickly as it faded

“Mooooore…. pwease…” I struggle to my hands and knees, my huge boobies still grazing the carpet as I spin around and touch my face to the floor…. holding my glowing ass up in the air towards him, wiggling back and forth. I sob and hiccup a little as i start to beg him through huge bee-stung lips.

“More….. morrre….. fuuuuck soooooo empteeeeeee…. fill my holes Daddy….“

Presenting like a bitch in heat, dignity gone. Only need now. Just a fuckdoll for Daddy, nothing more.

"Fuck your dolly please…. use her dripping pussy….. use dolly’s ass i don’t care…. just fuuuck meeeee please Daddeeeee”

He smiles as my words come out all garbled from behind my huge swollen lips. I sound adorable and needy. The glow escaping my under my lil flippy skirt is getting close to blinding. He lifts it up and squints.

“Poor little thing, you must be losing your mind.”

One hand on my ass, the other guides the head of his cock to my swollen, glowing cunt. Pouting lips opening up around him almost like they’re welcoming him, like a flower blossoming.

In the mirror in front of me, he can watch my facial expression as he toys with me from behind. My mouth won’t close fully, eyes flicking between dull, glazed and bovine need with occasional flashes of awareness at what’s happened to me. But the need is too much.

I can feel his head lightly resting against my over-ripe entrance….. I push my hips back against it making the most delightful noises… My shameless little narration is so sexy to him.

“Nooooo… oooooh gawd.. fuuuck feels so goooood… I’m a dolly…. noooo stop…. helpfuuuck…. yesyesyes…..”

The hand on my ass moves to my hip to hold me in place as he starts to slide in, slowly. He wants to hear my reaction as he does, knowing he made my pussy to fit him perfectly.

“FffffUUUUUUUCCCKKK yesyesyes ohmigawd….”

Its slowly filling me… making me feel what I’ve been craving since I was changed… its an addicting feeling… like eating after being starving…. inch my inch, my tight little pussy stretches around him, creating more surface area for his cock to touch. I’m licking my sensitive lips frantically and full-on crying, both at the beauty of the sensation (it feels sooooo good to me) and at my shame of being this…. of asking for this…. not being able to control myself

But the shame can’t stop me. I’m too far gone. i can feel and orgasm approaching already. a pink tidal wave ready to crash over me. I’m terrified of it, but i want it so badly.

His cock comes to a stop, buried as far as it will go and I just shudder….. it feels…. PERFECT.

I was made for this feeling. I want to feel like this, perfectly stretched out around Daddy’s cock forever…. I will chase this moment always…..

He reaches down and starts toying with my glowing clit as I grind myself shamelessly against him….

A totally helpless, horny fuckdoll.

Glowing with her need.

Thanks to @foulfoulstories for writing this with me….

Also, I’m posting the original photo below, in case anyone is interested in how I made this image.

Happy Fapping my friends :P

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There is no spell.
There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.
I was never a man. I’ve always been this.
There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to...

There is no spell.

There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.

I was never a man. I’ve always been this.

There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to present my dripping cunt to him.

Nothing is manipluating my body. Nothing is behind the the fact that once he cums inside my tight pink snatch, I’ll orgasm so hard I pass out.

Nobody is making me dumber and hornier each time I wake up after being fucked.

Nothing is forcing me go out and do it all over again until I’m nothing but a used-up fuckdoll with no brains left.

…..

There is no spell.

There is nothing forcing me to act like a shamless slut….

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I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you...

I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you have now.

Yeah, that right. You didn’t even realise you’d been changed did you? Teeny little blonde girls don’t get away from rope bondage this good. And that’s what you are now. So stay still and behave.

You’re here because you saw something you weren’t supposed to. Something that nobody is supposed to see. And the person you saw, he’s a very frequent client of mine. He could have just chosen to have you killed, but I suppose another chance of sampling my product was too good to give up on. So he called me, and here we are.

I make slaves, you see. Not train, not break. Make. I take regular everyday people and I change them into something unrecognizable.  Obedient, horny sex servants for the superrich. I’m about halfway done with you, as you can tell from the supple little body you now posses. Thats you now, so get used to it. Your family and friends will never recognise you, nobody will ever come to rescue you. You’re basically dead to the world, outside of my records book and the inside of your head.

Now, normally I don’t ever comminicate with subjects. I drug them, I change them, I test them out, off they go. But you’re a special case. I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with why you’re here, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So the least I can do for you here is give you a choice.

My client specifically requested you be “a tiny, weak blonde doll who can’t talk ever again”.  He wanted to make sure youd never tell anyone what you’d seen. There’s a bit of wiggle room in the interpretation there, so I’m just gonna run you through your two options.

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Firstly, you cant talk if you’re too dumb to know how. This first syringe here, thats what its designed to do. Your mind will dull to the point that everything that was once “you” is effectly trapped as a passenger, too stupid to even know how to move on your own. You’ll be a doll, literally. I’ve used this stuff a few times before, and the subjects remember to breathe, but that’s about it. You’ll be at the mercy of your owner, my client. He’ll feed you, dress you, fuck you, all however he chooses. But that’s all beyond you because by the time you get there you’ll pretty much be at the IQ of a potato. And just in case you learn how to speak someday, as sometimes happens with long-term dolls, I’ll prevent oral control by swelling your lips up like flesh balloons. No sense letting mouth go to waste, right?

Now, you seem a little upset at this idea, so if you’re interested in keeping your mind intact we can arrange that instead. Only, ill have to make sure you can’t talk, so I’ll have to take your mouth from you.

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Its not a horrible life. I mean, granted, you’ll be a pussy-faced blowjob slave, but theres no plastic surgery involved here. That’s a real vagina, grown from black market stem cells, and it comes with all the pleasures of the female genitalia. I’ve visited a few of my older dolls that have had this modification, and believe it or not, they seem happy. Well, to be totally honest, they seemed totally addicted to having their faces fucked by cocks. And I didnt add that in anywhere, so it must feel really, really good to orgasm so close to your brain. And you should completely retain you mind and sense of self this way, so if your owner decides to unchain you once in a while, at least you’ll be able to appreciate it.

Well? There’s your options. I don’t have all day, so I’m gonna need a decision right now…

Option 1 or Option 2?

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agesavage
agesavage:
“Hi Everyone! Enjoying my caps and stories? Well about a year ago I wrote my very first story and it’s…. well…. I’ll let you decide how it is. Go read about my transformation into Lori, the little cum-guzzling slut! If you like my material...
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Hi Everyone! Enjoying my caps and stories? Well about a year ago I wrote my very first story and it’s…. well…. I’ll let you decide how it is. Go read about my transformation into Lori, the little cum-guzzling slut! If you like my material you will not regret it!

Don’t Accept the Deal

(Also I don’t own this pic, hopefully no-one gets mad about using it here, but it’s definitely appropriate for this post hehehe)

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dragonskin9 asked:

Don't Accept The Deal.....PLEASE CONTINUE. IVE BEEN WAITING SINCE MARCH 2015!!! It is a crime against humanity to leave a work like that incomplete. Please don't end up like George rr Martin with winds of winter.

I’ve got to say, I definitely want to… Ive even been planning out more of it, but I always delete my drafts because they feel off…

Does anyone else feel this way?

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The pretty, freckled, ginger girl blinks, snapping back onto reality. She’s woozy, disoriented. She knows only three things for sure: she’s very confused, she’s totally naked, and just a second ago, there were three people in the room.

Now though, there are only two.

The second occupant of the room peers into the ginger girl’s eyes and smirks a knowing smirk.

“That worked a lot better than I thought it would… are you both in there?”

The ginger girl sudders and whimpers, Behind her eyes,overlapping personality traits and memories are warring with one another, clashing and creating paradoxes in her brain.

“Wha….what’s happening? Where’s FrankKay?”

The naked ginger girl suddenly feels dizzy as she tries to say two words simultaneously and her whole mind shudders.

“Ooooh lovely! It seems to be working just great!” says the other person in the room, a raven-haired woman with deep, knowing purple eyes.

A so-called “witch” who goes by the name Savage.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I don’t like it when people break into my house, I really dont like it when people question my witchhood, and I REALLY fucking hate it when little teenage bitches question my choice of decor!”

As the witch gets angrier, purple haze starts venting from her eyes, and the dizzy ginger girl flinches.

“You, a few minutes ago, as I’m sure you’re trying to figure out, were two very seperate people. Im sure you are very confused by your sudden abundance of memories, two different childhoods, two different sets of birthdays, two different personalities, right?”

The ginger girl, so disarmed by the swirling mess inside her.head, just sobs and nods.

“Well when you came in here and were both so very rude to me, I decided to just sort of….. smoosh your timelines. Imagine you’re the sides of a zipper, and I’m going to zip you both together! We’re going to take some of her life, and some of his life, trim all the rest, and really teach you both a nice little lesson!”

The witches words ring true. Inside the ginger girl’s head, two personalities, two sets of memories are merging, becoming one. Already, their recollection of their home life is totally different to what they know it should be. Instead of Frank and Kay’s families being next-door neighbours, with their kids growing up and playing together, everything is kind of… smooshed. Kay’s pretty mother married to Frank’s drunk of a father. Their house is built like Frank’s, but is filled with the decor of Kay’s. Moments merge so that they are at once recognisable to both, but also different and unsettling. A lifetime of moments zip by, cementing their place as the only, true memory of their history.

Savage chuckles and waves her hands, pausing their view for a moment. A memory from before, showing Kay, dressed in a leotard, gracefully performing gymnastics, surrounded by adoring spectators.

“Quite the athlete huh? Look’s like you’ve been taken with gymnastics your entire life… At it every day… trophies, training… Driven by your desire to be the best. You were completely obsessed with it!  We can work with that, can’t we?”

“Obsessed? How dare you? I just… I enjoy the sport, it’s my life okay! Don’t you fucking judge me!” Kay screeches within her and Frank’s shared mind.

“You are a little obsessed,” Frank’s thought-voice chimes in timidly. Reliving these memories from this angle, he can see Kay’s whole life revolves around it, as do most of her thoughts, all of her ambitions…. All centred around being the very best at this one thing she loves…

“Speaking of obsessions, aren’t we keeping one of our own to ourselves?” Savage asks, snapping her attention to Frank, bringing up another memory, this time one of his.

“Nooo… Please don’t…. Don’t show her that…” Frank begs, but the memory rises to the surface anyway, for all to see. A memory of Frank, watching through his closed curtains, one hand down his pants, as Kay next door changes her clothes.

“Ew! You watched me get dressed? I thought you were my friend! How could you?”

“That’s not all he does,” chuckles Savage, waving a hand and revealing the extent of this behaviour.

A cavalcade of memories rush by, all of them involving Frank’s many instances of lust. To Kay’s shock, Frank’s sexual tastes are wide, and extremely developed…. She sees Frank masturbating to her facebook profile picture, Frank taking photos of her and later squirting semen all over the part with her face on it. It seems Frank has been hiding an obsessive lust for his neighbour and friend, one that has grown in secret over the years. She chokes a little as in the fleet of a moment, she witnesses years and years of Frank masturbating many, many times, to all sorts of different porn and weird shit on the internet, bondage, gangbangs, pet play… and imagining Kay’s helpless face every single time. Kay shudders as she experiences these memories, finally losing her temper at the memory of Frank cumming under her sheets, only inches from her ass at a friendly sleepover they’d once had.

“You fucking perv! I thought we were friends, and instead you just wanna fuck me? Oh groooossss…  All that weird porn shit? You’re getting off imagining me in all those disgusting videos? You’re sick!”

“Kay, it- it’s not as bad as it seems… You’re just so hot, and I get so… sometimes I can’t help myself… I don’t do it that often…”

“Yes you do! Oh fucking yuck! I can see so much of it! You’re sick!

They continue bickering for a few moments while Savage chuckles.

“Hmmm an over-obsession with Gymnastics… and skeevy little wanker… alright… These should be rather fun to merge…. Aaaaand ZIP!

Frank and Kay’s inner voices stop arguing suddenly as the zip goes up a notch, merging their memories into one new history.

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For her, suddenly memories of hours and hours of gymnastics turn to memories of herself, filled with lust and curiosity, looking up weird stuff on the internet. Trying out for the school gymnastics team, as her parents looked on proudly, became discretely touching herself to porn for the first time, on her laptop at the kitchen table while her family watched tv in the adjoining room. Pleasant times like making friends with her fellow gymnasts and finding her body’s fluidity and grace all morphed in front of her mind’s eye, into chatting with strangers online in the dead of the night, discovering a range of new fetishes and the addictive thrill of fingering herself to filthier and filthier porn.

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She sobs and shudders as even a moment she deeply treasures warps beyond recognition. The day she had decided to dedicate her life to the sport, a day where she had landed a perfect septuple somersault on the balance beam, surrounded by her friends and supporters, folded into her new timeline. It too, changed shape, until all that she could remember of that day was how she had broken her own limits… how she had.been irreversably changed…. but in a different way. She’d been extra pumped up, her online friends had floated the idea and then been pressuring her to do it for weeks. On that day, in front of hundreds of strangers, she’d strapped herself onto a sybian that had arrived in the mail, bound her hands so she couldn’t get away, and ridden it to 7 back-to-back mind-melting orgasms. 

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With horror, Kay realized how similar the two situations were, how many little details carried over. After the 4th orgasm, she’d felt so dizzy, weak, like she wanted to give up, but her supporters cheering her on had kept her there. Right before the 7th, she’d had a moment of panic and pure fear, but before she even knew what was happening she had made it, she came harder than she ever had before and the rush of endorphins through her had made her mind weak and vulnerable, totally addicting her to what she’d just done. Trapped there, totally unable to move, in the daze and the sweat, her belly twitching, her body totally exhausted, a flood of intense pleasure rushing through her, she had discovered the way her body reacted to being watched by strangers, and recalled very clearly the conclusion she came to, the crystal-clear realisation that she wanted desperately to do this again. To be admired, To feel fucking fantastic while doing so. To become a world-class porn star, and be lusted after by people all over the world.

His memories too change, in a way much less drastically, but in another way much more so. His lazy afternoons of feeling horny, jerking his cock and watching a bit of porn now contain new features: an overdeveloped female body, and the frenzy, passion and enthusiasm that Kay had bought to her gymnastics. Frank whimpers as hours and days and weeks and years of first-person female masturbation fill his memories.

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A lifetime of having a dripping pussy and fucking it to intense, overwhelming orgasm over and over hit him like a freight train. His roughness with himself while he fantasized about Kay next door translated over to his new timeline, where they were now the memories of the ultimate sexual narcissist. She grew to love watching herself perform, his secret, desperate crush on Kay was now her fetish for watching herself orgasm, for seeing herself as she got off. Memories of how badly she was attracted to her own body grew to encompass her whole life, until he remembered single instances of catching glimpses of her own reflection or looking down at her own ample cleavage causing her to feel a rush of heat and soak her underwear with arousal. One of his most regular pastimes, touching himself while looking at photos he secretly took of Kay, turned into intense mirror masturbation sessions, locking eyes with herself while she came, roughly diddling her clit until she collapsed from the intensity of her own orgasms.

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As these memories merged with Kays, and everything began to slot together, both began to recall their first time recording their own porn on their phone, how the addiction of being watched combined with the fetish she had for her own body. She started small, recording herself masturbating in her room, and watching it back obsessively, cumming hard at seeing her own lithe body be so dirty. Then one night, in a fit of horniness, she’d uploaded her entire collection to the internet and experienced the thrill of knowing that strangers were jerking off to her all the time. She would finger herself for hours, watching the view countcounts rise and cumming to reading the graphic, lewd comments about herself….

Frank and Kay both reeled as their new memories settled in, totally replacing the old ones.

“What the fuck…. I’m a girl… a slutty girl? I… I should remember being a guy… I still know I am one… but… Jesus…” Frank thinks, a lifetime of looking down to see a feminine perspective replacing all his old memories. “I can’t… I can’t remember my own dick!”

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“What the fuck you disgusting pervert! You’re upset you remember the horror of being a woman?” Kay shoots back, outraged by her own updated memories as a teenage masturbation enthusiast and amatuer pornstar. “Oh my god, I can’t remember gymnastics at all… just… oh my god… all your fucking wanking!”

“Me? What the fuck, it was YOUR stupid obsession and single mindedness that made us such an addict… Oh my god, your body… Female orgasms… So many of them… I can’t even think straight…”

“Well that was certainly entertaining! Seems like your timelines merged in some fun little ways there! Gosh, her drive and focus on top of his little hobbies and interests… The merged version of you certainly loves to touch herself, doesn’t she?

Kay, totally horrified at her new memories, does her best to recall any little detail from her other life, but the more she delves, the more dirty memories rise… and the more aroused their shared body becomes… Their tight teenage vagina moistens and starts puffing up, as its years of overuse have conditioned it to do at the drop of a hat….

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“Kay, stop bringing up these memories! It’s making me so horny… I don’t want this…. Oh god, I have a cunt! A fucking cunt! I can feel it getting…. wet…. throbbing…. Fuuuck why does it feel so good?”

“No! Fuck I’m not this pervert…. I… I did gymnastics… I was the best… I won gold medals… I know I did… “

“Well, do you remember it? You remember that you should remember it…Or maybe you just think you should… But is that really the same thing? Somehow, I just don’t think so… Shall we continue?” Savage asks, chuckling to herself as she reaches around the quivering girl, roughly grabbing her by the cunt and stimulating her swollen clit, extracting an involuntary, guttural moan from the fused boy-girl.

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The witch giggles to herself as she looks again into the mind of the former pair of friends, now trapped together in the body of an easily-aroused narcissistic nymphomaniac, and wonders what other effects the timeline merge spell might have…

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Sorry you haven’t heard much from me. I’ve been busy. Thought you might appreciate this, I’m sending it your way.
This fuckdoll used to be named Brian. I haven’t thought of a new name for it yet, but for this one, I’ve decided to leave it’s...

Sorry you haven’t heard much from me. I’ve been busy. Thought you might appreciate this, I’m sending it your way.

This fuckdoll used to be named Brian. I haven’t thought of a new name for it yet, but for this one, I’ve decided to leave it’s personally mostly intact. I know, i know, protocol says I’m supposed to wipe their old lives, but once you see what I’ve done to this one, I doubt you’ll have a problem. Probably even net you an extra cool mill in your pocket.

So when this thing used to be human, I caught it skulking around a local high school. A quick mind sweep showed me it was planning on drugging a young girl it had been talking to. Piece of shit. I was gonna have it take its own drugs and wake up as a fuckdoll, but the longer I looked, the more I wanted to keep it totally awake and aware. Apparently this young girl wasn’t the first. There’s a “fitting the crime” type deal happening here, I’m sure you’ll get it.

First thing I did, as usual, removed its ability to control its arms and legs without permission. Makes the whole show a lot easier when it sits still. Then I flipped it over to female, and cranked its libido and fluid production right up. Constant, continuous, never-ending lust, and constant, continuous, never-ending dripping. Then the usual, breast enhancement, vaginal and clitoral alteration. But something about this guy… This scumbag… I decided to take some liberties.

By this point it had started crying, begging et cetera, and that bothered the shit out of me. Not what he was saying, so much as that horrible white-gangsta vernacular. Since it always used its words to lure those schoolgirls, I took out its teeth and tongue, and replaced them with our special-issue doll mouth. Lips swollen, inside soft and moist, feels fantastic for anyone who wants to stick their cocks in there. The whole thing is nice and sexually responsive, separately wired as an erogenous zone capable of isolated orgasm, just like your buyers always ask for. It was horrified when it came from there for the first time. I thoroughly enjoyed the distress.

But then I took another peek at its memories, and that pissed me right off. Not a single redeeming moment anywhere in there, so I thought “screw it” and I added some new things I’ve been working on. For one, it can still taste just fine. Thought that might be a good punishment for it, considering its mouth wont be used for much food anymore. I also increased the size, and removed the nose just for the hell of it. The lips really dominate the whole face now. Really takes some of the humanity out of the appearance, so when it gets put near a mirror there’s no mistaking itself for a person. And for another little extra, the hole that opens to the throat? A ring of gspots right around the inside. Deep throating is gonna feel mind-shatteringly good for this one. Trust me, it deserves it.

Couple little extras, just for practice, the pink glowy-bits are an external guage for arousal. The pinker they get, the more desperate for sex it is. No privacy here, anyone nearby can see how horny it is. Run this by your buyers, see how they react. I’ll start throwing it in as a standard if requested.

Anyway, I decided not to give it back limb control. They’re all totally voice commandable though, or if the buyer prefers, posable. They’ll stay wherever they’re put. Another thing, just to give it an idea of its bodies new sensitivity, I did the piercings manually. I know the buyers like their dolls untouched when possible, but I took immense satisfaction seeing the brains scramble when it felt those needles going in. No pain registered, only overwhelming pleasure. The rings are thicker than usual just to make it a little harder to think, and because I felt like it.

Anyway, you can see why I left the mind intact. He’s totally helpless, unable to move his hands or feet, can’t speak, can’t do much of anything other than get filled with dick. Pretty much a prisoner in there, doomed to gush with arousal and regularly cum its little brains out. Let me know what your clients think of her, I’m open to throwing some of these new features onto future dolls, for the right price.

Tell your family I say hi, I’ll be in contact about the next job.

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He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with.
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He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with. 

Did you know that clits have over 8000 nerve endings? That’s right, all those little lights all crammed in next to each other. Totally disrupts the brain when they’re manipulated. Well those lips of his…. there’s 8000 endings per inch. His lips are made of clits, and I doubt that next to that, he can even register the sensation of you shouting at him.

And then there’s the all new stuff. Those milk ducts are drawing a lot of focus too, his nipples are hitting pretty similar numbers, and on top of that, it’s an entirely alien sensation he’s feeling there. All that milk, drip drip dripping, squeezing it’s way out of those tiny holes… must feel like heaven in those tits of his.

Plus, you saw. I just came in his mouth. My jizz is slowly dripping down his throat, and he really likes that now. Well, “needs it” might be a more accurate phrase, but hey, point being? He’s fairly distracted at the moment. He’s not gonna know it’s you talking to him. He’s not gonna even know who you are.

So, might as well flop out your cock, and give him what he wants right? If you don’t, he’s not gonna care about your widdle fwiendship any more, he’s gonna wander off and find someone who will.

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“Mas-ter?”
“What is it, Slutty?”
“Mas-ter… Slut-tee neeeed cummies?”
“Is that so?”
“Mmmh-hmmmm… Slut-tee soooo hoooorny…. Mas-ter fuck Slut-tee?”
“Slutty, you know you’re not supposed to touch yourself… it only makes you hornier. And look, you’re...

“Mas-ter?”

“What is it, Slutty?”

“Mas-ter… Slut-tee neeeed cummies?”

“Is that so?”

“Mmmh-hmmmm… Slut-tee soooo hoooorny…. Mas-ter fuck Slut-tee?”

“Slutty, you know you’re not supposed to touch yourself… it only makes you hornier. And look, you’re dripping everywhere! Ugh, you just cleaned all day, and now there’s gonna be milk and cunt juices everywhere all over again! I thought making my roommate into a delicious fuckdoll would at least make you cleaner..”

“But Maaaas-ter… Slut-tee soooo hungry…. Please feed Slut-tee’s fuck-holes…”

“Oh, what the hell… Why not? I think I’ll try your asshole this time… Bend over!”

“Yaaaay! Yes Mas-ter, fuck Slut-tee’s butthole! Ooooooh yes! Slut-tee loves cock!”

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Men say they love shoving their cocks into Stupid Fuckdoll’s face.
Which is a shame, because Stupid Fuckdoll REALLY needs someone to try her pussy soon. Not the one on her face. The other one, the one with the normal-sized clit, and located where...

Men say they love shoving their cocks into Stupid Fuckdoll’s face.

Which is a shame, because Stupid Fuckdoll REALLY needs someone to try her pussy soon. Not the one on her face. The other one, the one with the normal-sized clit, and located where it’s supposed to be. It’s so hungry, it wants to be filled soooo badly. 

But instead of being bred, she keeps getting fed. Men keep shoving their cocks into the dripping pleasure hole on her face, and her nose-clit drives out any thoughts at all….

Stupid Fuckdoll thinks it’s probably adding the force of her jaw into the mix that makes the difference. 

Too bad she can’t ask any of them to confirm.

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