Josie Edwards arrived home from school and started to make herself a cup of tea. As the jug boiled, she surveyed the new addition to the house thoughtfully. In the corner, standing perfectly still, stood a perfect, pink haired, teenage fuckdoll. Josie grinned at the girl, her vapid smile and slutty pose were flawless, and she was unknowingly sticking her ass out towards the street-facing window. She steeped her tea, and automatically grabbed another mug out of the cupboard as her mother entered the room.
“When did he arrive?” she asked the older woman, Becky, handing her the cup she made for herself.
“About ten, not long after you left for school,” Becky replied, and after a long sip continued.
“He was making such a bloody show, crying and apologizing like a bloody sook. I just told him to shut up until someone spoke to him and go stand in the corner. I wanted you both to be here when we tell him.”
“So he’s been there almost all day huh? Did you make him stand like that? Like, all posey?”
“Nope, must just be the program!” Becky laughed, and sat down at the kitchen table to drink her tea.
Josie paced the room waiting for her brother to arrive home. She was full of excited energy, the day had finally come! She kept peering into the pink-haired girl’s eyes, not really sure what sh was looking for, more curious than anything else.
Finally, about half an hour later the three girls in the room heard the door open, and a gangly mousey-haired twenty-something man, Zack entered smiling as his sister handed him a cup of tea. He took a long sip of his drink and tranquilly shared the moment with his mother and sister.
“It’s really him in there?” Zack asked. “He looks…. different.”
“Well duh,” Becky chuckled. “It’s definitely him though. Trust me.”
Josie approached the doll and addressed it.
“Hi, what is your name?”
The doll’s smile suddenly dropped, once addressed her face muscles were under her control. She looked terrified as she spoke the only two words her mouth would allow her to say.
“Ken Edwards.”
Josie’s face split open into a manic grin.
“And who are we, to you?”
The tiny girl bit her lip and tried not to burst into tears as she identified the people in the room.
“Josie, my daughter. Zack, my son. Becky, my….. My wife.”
All three family members grinned at each other.
“That’s the last time you’ll ever use those names,” Becky replied, stepping forwards. “Those were the names of the family members you abused and took for granted. We’re not your family anymore. We’re you’re owners now.
“From now on you shall address me only as Mistress, and you will worship the ground i walk on. Do you understand?
"Yes, Mistress,” Ken responded, burning red with embarrassment.
“And you can call me Goddess from now on!” chuckled Josie, flicking her hair self-mockingly.
“Yeah, and you have to call ME Zack Attack!” laughed Zack, stopping when he noticed the women shaking their heads.“
"Screw you girls, I get to pick my own name!”
“Okay whatever Zack attack,” Josie giggled, and then turned back to Ken. “And you’re not Ken anymore. You can’t even think that name. From now on, you’re Pixie! Got it?”
There was a long pause as Ken was clearly straining to fight the order he was just given, although from the look on his face he had lost and forgotten his name.

“Pixie’s name is Pixie, Goddess.”
“Oh, so much fun!” Josie giggled again and clapped her hands.
“So, tell us your story, Pixie,” said Becky. “I want to hear what you’ve been up to for the last three weeks. From just before you were… picked up.”
“Yes Mistress.” Pixie automatically responded, pausing and sobbing as she realised what she’d just said.
“Pixie didn’t know why she was in a girl’s body, but Mistress had promised to take her to get help. On mistresses suggestion, Pixie wore the sex toy to keep herself entertained on the trip.”
“And what happened on that trip?” asked Zack eagerly.

“Pixie turned around and Mistress was gone! Pixie felt so scared, and then some men put a bag over her head! Pixie doesn’t remember much else because she…. went to sleep.”
“Well Pixie, you should know, Mistress paid those men to escort you. She did it because of how horrible you used to be. Where did they take you?”
Pixie look around her owners and saw no sympathy in their eyes as she continued.
“The men did things to Pixie. They strapped machines to her, and vibrators and toys, and they…..”
“What did they do, Pixie?”
Pixie shuffled uncomfortably, subconsciously grinding her thighs together in a display of arousal.

“They made Pixie cum. Again and again and again. They wouldn’t let Pixie sleep, they just made her pussy and her titties feel good until she couldn’t think no more.”
Zack shuffled a little, his erection becoming apparent.
“Then what did they do Pixie?”
“They stopped making Pixie cum. They just plugged up her holes and left her… Pixie was soo horny… They wouldn’t let her cum unles she begged. So Pixie begged. Pixie pleaded. But instead of turning the toys back on, they started feeding Pixie… Started making her drink huge cups of…. They called it Nectar.”
“And what happened when you drank the Nectar?”

“Pixie’s body started changing…. Her titties grew, her nipples became more sensitive, her pussy and her sluthole got all throbbing and desperate…. Pixie couldn’t even think to beg… She just drank and drank until she was full….”
“That’s not all it does!” interrupted Zack, “It also changes you hair to be pink whenever you’re sexually aroused!”
“But her hair has been pink the whole time….” Josie wondered out loud.
“Exactly!” crowed Zack.
“Kids, shush,” interjected Becky. “Carry on Pixie. What happened after that?”
Pixie started lightly swaying, her eyes half closed as though she was drunk.

“Pixie was put into…. A room… Hard to remember… Lights, voices, swirling… Vibration… Cummmmminggggggg!!!!”
The Pink-haired little doll started twitching, her hips rolling, her belly spasming as remembering this experience sent her into a bucking orgasm. The Family watched her cautiously, but her high-heeled feet remained firmly where she had planted them. Even a brainwashing-induced orgasm couldn’t get her to move from where she had been ordered to stand.
As Pixie stood there panting, Becky approached her and yanked down her black tights, exposing her glistening swollen pussy, and her abnormally large clit adorned with a shiny silver ring, to the room.“
"Here’s the deal Ken-sorry, Pixie” she said menacingly up to him, as she showed him the ring he had never seen before. “You were a slutty husband and a terrible father. You beat me. You belittled your children at every chance you got, you even told Josie’s college scout that she was a "disgusting slut.”
“We were sick of you, so we hired a company called GirlDoll to put you into that first body. That was us. We thought it would teach you a lesson.”
“But it didn’t!” said Zack. “You were just as much of an asshole as always!”
“So we took things one step further. We sent you to the modding lab to be pleasure conditioned,” continued Josie.

“And this ring here in your big fat sissy clit is going to make sure you’re never disobedient ever again!” Becky finished, glowering. “See this little ball? Theres a microscopic little bell inside it, it will ring every time you obey an order and send little sissy shivers down your spine.”
“We’re not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll jump through hoops te feel that bell ringing in your cunt” jeered Zack as Pixie timidly shook, realising her new reality.
“Oh and that Nectar? That was tailor made especially for you. I know you’re totally addicted to it, so luckily we made sure there’s a fresh source nearby!
Pixie'a eyes widened and her mouth watered at the prospect of more nectar.
"Wh…. Where is it? Pixie needs it…..”
“Oh it’s right here,” said Zack, gesturing to his crotch. “It comes from my balls.”
Pixie’s face fell as she struggled with her next hurdle.
“Zack Attack, puh…please give Pixie some… Please let Pixie suck your b-balls dry… Pixie needs it…”
Zack chuckled, knowing how humiliated his former father must be.
“Meh, maybe later,” he replied, nonchalantly.
The desperation started creeping into Pixie’s adorable face.
“No.. No you don’t understand… Pixie needs it… Pixie actually needs it to survive…. Pixie will die without it…”
“Oh, I know. I actually put that in my request section when we designed you. But if you want any, you’ll have to beg a whole lot harder than THAT!”
“And make dinner,” chimed in Becky
“And clean the whole house!” added Josie.
“And put on this tutu and jiggle your butt for us every time we look at you!”

Zack cackled as Pixie shuffled off to the kitchen, begging for cock and moaning as his clit-bell chimed as he obeyed an order.
The family of three shared another moment together, and then followed their new fuckdoll to the kitchen to continue torturing her.
And they all lived happily ever after.

Except Pixie. She lived the rest of her life as a cum-addicted fucktoy. So yeah.
The End.