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From the moment I first woke up from the surgery, I was never allowed to forget that I had changed. I was now a female. And not even a real woman either, some kind of fake, artificial little bitch. A toy that simply resembled a person in image only....

From the moment I first woke up from the surgery, I was never allowed to forget that I had changed. I was now a female. And not even a real woman either, some kind of fake, artificial little bitch. A toy that simply resembled a person in image only. A thing less than human. I was not spoken to, they just sort of collected me. They didn’t even offer me a seat in the car, that’s how little status I had. It wasn’t like there was no room, the entire backseat was empty. I just didn’t qualify for that kind of basic human treatment. The man, who had yet to address me, just pushed a button on his keys and the boot popped open.

“You’re luggage,” was all he said.

What was i going to do? Decline? I had no idea where I was. I was petty sure I wasn’t even in the same country anymore, where was I going to go? All I had in the world were the things I was wearing: A pair of thin panties  a stripper-length plaid skirt. People pointed and stared as the topless little teen with pink hair climbed into the boot of the expensive car and wedged herself next to a suitcase. And I was driven to my new residence. The fucker even stopped for Wendy’s and got himself a burger! Didn’t offer me a single fry.

After what seemed like hours, light streamed into the tight compartment. I was pulled by the arm onto the steps on what was unsurprisingly a massive mega-mansion. The woman who answered the door, some kind of high-ranked servant, signed a tablet like I was nothing more than a pizza, and led me inside. I wanted to ask her where I was, and what was my owner’s plan in buying me, but whatever had been done to me on the surgical table had stolen my voice. I could not make a sound, and she wasn’t offering any explanations.

I was led only a few meters into the entrance hall, an opulent marble room with two large greek pillars. She grabbed my wrist and easily handcuffed my hands in a pair of pink, fluffy sex cuffs. I was so weak in my new form, she was able to put my arms wherever she wanted! The cuffs were then locked onto a ring above my head on one of the pillars, and the servant woman left. I was trapped, mostly naked, unable to beg or cover myself.

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I was beyond panic by this point. Only a week ago, I had been me! I had been a guy, living his life, thinking about the future. Now I was some display feature, a sub-human living doll, with pink hair and no ability to speak! I struggled and fought my cuffs, but I was simply too small and weak. When the servant woman returned I looked up at her desperately, pleading with puppydog eyes. She did not acknowledge me. Instead, she produced a silver object, peanut-shaped with a fuel-gauge dial on one side. I was confused as she snapped on a latex glove and began to lather the object with some kind of clear lotion.

I was less confused when she used scissors to cut off my white panties, exposing my new female anatomy to the room. Then she forcefully shoved the thing up my ass. It hurt, but not as much as it should have. I wanted it to be uncomfortable, to hurt, but I was ashamed to admit, it also felt really good. Feeling so stretched full back there felt disturbingly calming. Enough that I began to feel aroused for the first time in this body. By the time she rose and left me, I was so stretched, my asshole felt a mile wide!

But even that was not the worst thing that happened to me that first day. As I stood, teary-eyed and helpless with a huge plug up my ass, the thing that had been forced inside me let out a plesant ding, and squirted some kind of gel up inside my body.

The gel was clearly drugged, because my memories get pretty hazy after that. I remember feeling l really hot, and the source of the heat being the female genitalia i now sported. It burned, ached with an intensity I had never imagined before. I hadn’t so much as had a look down there yet, this had all happened so fast. But now I was fully aware of it all. I could feel fluids leaking every inch of my down my vaginal cavity, drips tantalizingly making their way down every inflamed piece of flesh, and trailing over my lips before joining the stain on my entirely soaked thighs. I could feel my new clit very exactly, and the weirdly familiar sensation of straining like an erection. But they never undid my handcuffs, they never allowed me to feel any relief. The sensations, the neediness of my body, combined with the mental haze of the drugs being squirted into my ass started to drive me mad.

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The first time they let me down from the pillar was the day they began to exercise me. Two male servants locked me into a pair of stilettos and took turns whipping my plump ass as I struggled to keep pace on a treadmill. They taunted me, calling me many derogatory names and telling me I was going to be their break room sex toy. My mind was still cloudy from all the drugs I was on, but I noticed they never once touched me with their hands. Nor did they allow me to touch myself or stimulate my aching cunt in any way. When I started grinding by plugged ass up against the pillar behind me like an animal, they moved me to a chain hanging from the chandelier. It felt like years had passed since the plug had been inserted into my ass, but it was more likely just a few days. In that time, the throbbing, dripping, all-consuming lust that screamed from between my legs had not let up. It had not eased for a single moment. I wanted to masturbate more that anything in the world, springing an orgasm from my over-ripe pussy was all I could imagine. It was the only thought my exhausted, drugged brain would allow.

I met my owner for the first time. He entered the house one morning, seemingly at random and hung his coat before approaching me. I was out of my mind, having not slept and being kept at the heights of arousal for a very long time, but even though I couldn’t make out his face through my tears and drugged vision, I could see this was a powerful man. The way he held himself told me in an instant that he was the person who had done this to my life. He walked up to me looking my petite little body up and down, and delicately ran a fingertip up my slick thigh. It was the first time in days that any person had touched my skin, and it almost made me cum then and there. As I fought against my bonds, pushing my hips fowards toward him, he tasted the juices that my legs were soaked with and let out a small “hm” sound.

Then he looked into my eyes and addressed me directly.

“Do you want to cum, little doll?”

I did. Desperately. I was beyond the heights of arousal by this point, almost an animal. I nodded frantically, pulling on my chains and trying hard to make a sound. To plead, to beg to be allowed release. My owner chuckled and pulled a bag from a nearby cabinet. He hummed to himself as he produced what could only ve described as a lifesize “Stipper Barbie” outfit. Ignoring my face, and never once looking into my eyes, he buttoned a white blouse loosely over my heaving breasts, carefully not allowing the material to rub over my skin or stimulate my hard nipples. He then wrapped another tiny plaid skirt around my curvy ass, and completed the outfit with a pink dog collar around my neck. Then, without further interaction, we were off.

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I wobbled on unsure legs. I was exhausted and weak from being forced to stand since I arrived. The plug still up my ass forced me to walk with a wide gait to accommodate it,  my hips were gyrating with every step I took. I hadn’t left the lofty entrance hall for days. Maybe it had been weeks, I didn’t know. I was more than a little manic by now, partly from having been kept displayed like a decoration, but mostly from the unrelenting cloud of lust that had totally engulfed me. My wrists were securely fasted to my hips, and I struggled against the bonds every moment. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I had not touched my vagina in the entire time since it had been given to me, and it was mocking me at every moment.

Have you ever had an itch you couldn’t scratch? And it tortured you, boring into your brain at every moment until you could sink your nails in for some sweet sweet relief? Take that, and multiply it by a million, and you’re starting to understand just how intensely crazy my body was driving me.

We stopped, and I snapped into reality, realising where we were. My owner had led me onto a city corner, and people were staring. Why wouldn’t they? I had bright pink hair, was dressed like the sluttiest schoolgirl in the world, but most importantly, I was wearing a dog collar and had copius amount of pussy juices running down my thighs. I started blushing as people pulled out their phones and started filming me and taking photos and my owner pulled a remote control out of his pocket.

“Does my doll still want to orgasm?” he asked nonchalantly, rubbing his thumb over one particular button.

I looked around fearfully at the crowd that had formed. With red, tear-filled eyes I looked up at my owner, meeting his eyes for the first time, and had a thought that wasn’t connected to my gushing pussy. I understood my place, he wasnt actually asking me. I was a toy who served to provide amusement. He had bought and paid for me and if he wanted me to cum my brains out surrounded my strangers, then that’s what would happen. I nodded, and he smirked and pressed the button. The plug in my ass started to vibrate fiercely, and the remaining drug contents emptied themselves into my anus. My eyes rolled back into my head as a massive amount of drugs, like half the tank, went into my system. And almost instantly, without any direct contact to my starving cunt, I came. My knees buckled, my ass and pussy both spasmed uncontrollably. Blood pumped into my ears, and my brain short-circuited. Perhaps as had been planned all along, my voice returned as the tidal wave of pleasure hit me. I screamed and swore myself hoarse, grunting and moaning and begging, for more, for it to stop, for someone to fuck me.

I lay face-down on the concrete, with my twitching ass in the air. People were murmuring, laughing, calling me a slut. They stood over me, still filming, making comments I couldn’t hear past the blood pumping in my ears, and the last thing I felt before the aftershocks overwhelmed my brain and I passed out was strong, commanding tug on my leash.

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My life did not improve, not ever, not for a second. My owner clearly hadn’t bought me to have sex with, he hardly ever touched me. In fact, it seemed that everyone who I interacted was forbidden from touching me. I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, my hands were never unshackled. The urge to fuck myself, to touch my achingly wet vagina, ram fingers inside myself, squeeze my breasts and clit and just fondle my body never went away, and slowly my sanity and self-awareness just trickled into nothing. My entire being became a light sliver wrapped around a deep and primal need for sexual release. My owner enjoyed tying me up in humiliating positions and holding me just on the edge of orgasm, sometimes for hours. He would just sit nearby and politely watch, sipping on tea as I drooled and moaned wordlessly.

I don’t remember much about what happened after that. My mind would not return for quite some time, but I collected pieces through the haze in the time since. My owner must have gotten bored with me, because I was sold eventually. I was put into a box with my asshole plugged, and shipped somewhere new. When the box was opened and a new pair of eyes looked greedily down at me, I had some vague thought that perhaps a new owner would release my hands and allow me to use them masturbate, even for a moment.

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I don’t remember my limbs being removed. I don’t remember even noticing they were gone. The way my mind worked, what I actually took notice of was that for the first time, I was given cocks to suck. I was fed cum by many different men and used for their pleasure. It shames me to think about it now, but I found that first real physical contact so comforting, even though it was nothing more than cocks touching my lips and face and hands on the back of my head.

I was passed along again, I don’t know how much later. My new owner had me fitted with super-advanced robotic arms and legs, but it was not an act if kindness. Despite the fact that they seemed to scan my body and mind, they acted on his orders, not mine, and I was completely at their mercy. If I tried to control them, to walk to a non-permitted location, or (much more frequently) tried to make my hands pleasure myself, I would violently slap myself instead. My owner would laugh heartily at me, taking great delight each time this happened. He set me up following him around and striking seductive poses in each room he stopped in, writhing against a doorframe or draped naked over a couch. He died from a heart attack while I stood nearby, leaning forwards, lightly squeezing my cleavage together, and occasionally slapping myself in the face.

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I was passed on to that guy’s son, who couldn’t believe his luck. He was married, and his wife was clingy, so he never fucked me. Instead, they decided to use to to kink up their sex lives. They dressed me as their daughter, and made me follow them around, begging for sex. The following was all due to the programming of the limbs, but the pathetic, desperate begging was all me. They spoke to me like I was some desperate sex addict, disciplining me together like some weird parental roleplay. Despite this, I liked them, partly because they actually had conversations with me, and partly because part of their bedroom drama involved teaching their young daughter how to masturbate. They touched each others bodies and kissed passionately as they guided me through the whole thing, and I definitely played the part, moaning and whimpering loudly as I touched my own pussy for the first time. My brain lit up as my robot fingers probed the red-hot flesh that had for so long been denied to me. I was in heaven as my owners fucked each other, shouting at me to fuck myself deeper, or finger my clit along with their rhythms.

By the time I came, for the first time since I couldn’t remember, my brain, my old self, had returned. I full-on burst into tears as my owners finished. They didn’t understand, they thought it was all part of the game they had assigned me. They comforted me, and praised me as I sunk to my hands and knees and crawled around sticking my face in their residual fluids. My arms and legs wouldn’t move on until I licked up the puddles.

From there, the character of their daughter wasn’t begging to masturbate under orders anymore. I had had a taste of pleasure and I couldn’t hold back any more. I spent each day, dressed as a nympho teen, following around my owners and grovelling, offering to do anything they wanted if I could just finger my dripping pussy again. They loved it, and many times allowed me to pleasure myself while they fucked.

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Eventually though, they spilt. The wife spitefully took me in the divorce rather than let her husband have me, and almost immediately sold me for what I’m sure was a fraction of my original value. Apparently, I was now an outdated model, and I ended up being sold once again, this time to “normal” people who liked to actually have sex with their sex dolls.

My owner for the last few years owns a piercing and tattoo studio, and a string of strip clubs. The night he opened my crate, he invited many of his friends around, and they drank, laughing and taking turns tattooing me. Then, they passed me around, and I felt something I had been craving for as long as I could recall. A cock was inside me, stretching me open and making me groan like a bitch for the first time. And the second time. And…. well that gangbang lasted for days. The first of many.

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My owner throws “Pinky Parties” most weekends, and invites all his friends and customers. Or, if his girls won’t dance, he programs my arms and legs and has me fill in, on the pole and in the back room. My eagerness, my wide-eyed desperation, the way I fidget adorably when talking about having sex with his customers… They always pay top dollar.

I’m just a sex toy, I dont even fight it anymore. I haven’t been a person for years. I love sex, I love masturbating, I love when my owner shares me with men and women until they’ve all had a turn  I love having my body filled with the cum of hundreds of strangers.

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I love being a fuckdolly.

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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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As the device tightened, holding her mouth open, Tessa wondered whether maybe she had made a mistake. She thought she was an accomplished slut, there was nothing I could do to her that she couldn’t handle! I told her I had something fun to inject...

As the device tightened, holding her mouth open, Tessa wondered whether maybe she had made a mistake. She thought she was an accomplished slut, there was nothing I could do to her that she couldn’t handle! I told her I had something fun to inject into her lips and she laughed. That was it? She eagerly agreed, thinking there was no downside to FREE plastic surgery. At the very worst, she might just have to give up sucking dicks for a while until it wore off. Big deal…

She was a little less confident when I pulled out the dental gag. She wanted to know if it was really necessary. I said probably not, but if her lips were to touch each other during the process, her brain might literally implode because of pure sensation overload. She laughed, chiding me for misusing the word literally when I clearly meant figuratively. When I smiled and shrugged, pulling out a large syringe filled with pink goo, she stopped laughing and tentatively agreed to have her mouth clamped open.

The procedure was unremarkable. I mean, as unremarkable as injecting a mysterious pink fluid into a woman’s lips while her mouth is held open can be. I chuckled at her moans and groans as i slid the fine needle inside her, slowly emptying the liquid. When the vial was empty and her lips were swollen and pink, I told her to sit still for one hour while the goo did its work. She lifted a hand, about to touch her tingling mouth, but seeing my smug smirk, thought the better of it and decided to wait.

After an hour, I returned. She was visibly aroused by this point, but was still managing to stop herself from touching, which must have taken some determination because her lips were still swollen and throbbing. When she saw me, she blushed a deep red and her hand shot out from between her legs. I giggled to myself at her embarrassment. Thinking that this was nothing compared to what was about to come I removed the device holding her now neon-pink mouth open.

She stared at me, wondering what the hell I had done to her. Her mouth was so sensitive! It was throbbing and making her dizzy, like she her pussy when she was super horny… only different. She sat with her mouth still wide open, afraid to close it. There were some sensations emanating from her lips that she couldn’t quite comprehend, like there were now TWO pussies on her body, but that was impossible…. right?

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My interested leer made her nervous as a shaking hand rose to her face. She had no idea, but the pink color would never fade. She was going to be stuck looking like a bimbo. She moaned a little, feeling air on the sensitive skin…. How was this possible? WAS it even possible? No, of course not, this was some kind of mind trick! Once she touched her lips she was going to find out that this was all a big trick-

She came.

As soon as that finger touched her mouth, she started an orgasm that rocked her entire body. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her hips started bucking, and her body writhed in an all-consuming pleasure the likes of which she had never imagined. I giggled and unzipped my fly, fishing my hard cock out of my pants and stood there waiting for her to notice it. As she spasmed uncontrollably, sucking on her finger and squealing like a slut, something inside her vaguely recognized that this was really wrong.

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But then she caught sight of the erect cock in the room, and that thought vanished along with any semblance of self control. She leaped to my feet and immediately started kissing it, smooching it, screaming in pleasure and generally just impaling her face on it. I just stood there, letting her do all the work as she shuddered in an artificially forced orgasm again. There were no thoughts in her head that weren’t “COCK!” in bold, underlined italics and 72 point font. The sensations shooting the short distance from lips to brain simply drowned everything else out. The little blowjob machine she had become just sucked endlessly, rubbing my cock all over every inch of her slutty punk lips, groaning a primal, involuntary noise. When I came she held it in her mouth eagerly, slurping on it and cooing as her lips tingled pleasantly wherever the cum touched.

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Unbeknownst to her, the goo in her lips had created a brand new extra pussy. One many times more sensitive than the one between her legs. Her lips were now equivalent to clits in terms of erogenous heirachy, she would never again prefer being fucked over sucking a cock. Her perception of her mouth would slowly change, from being an orifice for eating and communication to just a hypersensitive sluthole for as many cocks as she could get. The only respite from the throbbing, aching need her lips felt would be when they were momentarily soothed by cum. Only then, with white sticky goop dripping from her mouth, would she be able to think straight.

But not even that would sate the hunger she now felt. The deep, insatiable need in her modified lips for pleasure, for cocks, nipples, pussies, balls, anything she can wrap her lips around and suck. She won’t be able to help herself, the temptation to suck would be too great that even though she may not want to, she’ll impulsively seek out things to suck every minute of every day. She’ll likely even suck in her sleep. Actually scratch that, she’ll likely never sleep peacefully again, due to her being unable to bring herself to stop licking her lips. She might lose consciousness from cumming her brains out too hard, sure, but she’ll find it almost impossible to rest otherwise.

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I couldn’t even tell if she understood me while I explained her new situation to her. She seemed distracted as she ran a finger along her bottom lip, shuddering hard. The look in her eyes asked me how I could do this to anyone, how could I condemn a person to a lifetime of this, a neverending quest to find another cock and sate the aching, overwhelming NEED she now felt? How could I do this to her, when all she wanted was a little temporary fun? She couldn’t actually ask it though, as her mouth was now far to sensitive to allow her to produce any kinds of sounds other than involuntary squeals, so I decided not to answer it. Instead I offered my hardening rod again, for her to pleasure herself on. It’s such a cute sight to see a woman totally exhausted from pleasure frantically, desperately drag herself across a room. It’s even cuter when she starts moaning in ecstacy from only a mouthful of man meat.

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And the best part? (for me anyway)… This is not a chemical addiction. This is not any form of mind control. She’s just too weak to fight the pleasure. She’ll go through any humiliation willingly if the reward is cock, because deep down she just knows she’s to pathetic to fight her desires. She needs nothing more now than to be a fuckdoll. To feel cocks shoved down her throat and a belly bursting with nothing but hot jizz. To be so overwhelmed from pleasure that she passes out, and then wakes up to do it all again. To be grabbed and facefucked until tears and cum stream down her face and over her swollen pink lips, every single day for the rest of her life.

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I left her there, helplessly sucking her finger and gargling cum, sobbing to herself. The shock of having her mind ripped open, and the shamefully aroused fear of what a future might be like where even talking or eating would instantly reduce her to a simpering puddle. I imagine the thought probably upset her just a little. 

It happens sometimes in this line of work.

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Jack sits and stares at his reflection. It’s not HIS reflection, it’s the one that’s been forced upon him. He’s used to looking in the mirror and seeing a tough, buff MAN. But now, his body won’t obey any of his commands. He’s forced to watch himself...

Jack sits and stares at his reflection. It’s not HIS reflection, it’s the one that’s been forced upon him. He’s used to looking in the mirror and seeing a tough, buff MAN. But now, his body won’t obey any of his commands. He’s forced to watch himself kneel and beg like a dog. He’s can’t even look away. He has no choice but to stare into the eyes of the sexiest, sluttiest teenager he’s ever seen as she acts like a slutty little puppy. And the worst part is…. it’s starting to turn him on! She’s so sexy! She’s so willing to debase herself for her master! A trickle of wetness runs out of his pussy, and he tries to remind himself that he doesn’t WANT to be a slutty little blonde! He shouldn’t have a wet pussy, he should have a hard cock! 

Mmmmmm, hard cock, he thinks. I wonder what it would be like to feel one inside my wet little fuckholes…

No! he chides himself for thinking this way. He doesn’t want this! He needs to get up and walk away… nobody could stop him if he could just… take control of this sexy body…. He could just get up and leave right now, no-one would be any the wiser… Noone would know that he had that thought…. 

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“What do you want, slut?”

The hands pinch his nipples, hard, and he cries out. The voice is so feminine, he’s heard that kind of moan before… in porn. It’s a moan of arousal! But he shouldn’t be feeling that…. The man is asking him what kind of modifications he wants on his body…. But he’s doesn’t want ANY! Just the thought of surgery being done to this body…. making him more slutty, making him into a man’s wet dream…. It makes him so… so very….

He doesn’t want to think it. He doesn’t want this, he wants to go back… he just needs to tell the man that this is all a mistake, and everything will be okay….

“What do you want, SLUT? Out with it!”

“Mmmmmh slut wants bigger titties! Slut wants to be Master’s fuckdoll!”

“Is that right, slut…. what else do you want?”

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His chest is so heavy. Every time he moves his new titties jiggle and bounce, reminding him what he volunteered for. He didn’t mean to say it, he didn’t want any of this…. He wanted to go back! But the idea of being a swollen-chested babe, his crotch tingled and his brain turned to mush and he couldn’t think of anything else… And now he looks like a… a…. 

He needs to touch himself. The tension radiation from his body is preventing him from thinking clearly…. He hasn’t even seen his new pussy yet, and he’s getting curious… What does it look like? What will it feel like? Will Master like it!

NO! He can’t think this way… He’s in control of his actions, he needs to leave! He needs to find a way back to his old life! He doesn’t want to be like this!

He watches helplessly as his hand snakes southwards. It would be a shame not to get a little pleasure out of this form, a small part of him thinks…. He just wants to know…. and then he’ll leave for sure…. Just one little orgasm…..

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The fuckdoll can’t tear itself away from the mirror. After multiple surgeries and hypnotic sessions, it can’t form a coherent thought that doesn’t involve staring at it’s reflection or touching itself. After it was caught pleasuring itself without permission, the men gave it a choice; stay and be allowed to orgasm, or leave and be denied. It had bit its lip, shuffling between feet, on the verge of a huge, mind-melting wave of pleasure, its thoughts focused entirely on cumming….

The fuckdoll had made the right choice. It would be sold today, and surely its new owner would not be so cruel as the men who had made it. Surely someone would FINALLY allow it the release it has been craving all these months.

Surely.

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Look at this little slut. 10 thrusts into her first fuck as her brand new self, and she’s already found her perfect form. Those sensitive nipples lightly grazing the bed, shooting neon pink lightning all over her body, her mouth deliberately making...

Look at this little slut. 10 thrusts into her first fuck as her brand new self, and she’s already found her perfect form. Those sensitive nipples lightly grazing the bed, shooting neon pink lightning all over her body, her mouth deliberately making those aroused bites and teasing tongue flicks… She’s actively trying to attract more men to come and try her sweet newly-awakened fuckholes….

You know, I might make someone into a #brandnewslut, but natural unconscious talent like this… its honeslty nothing at all to do with me if someone is #justbornslutty

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Cam didnt think much of the ‘posable’ setting on their shared GirlDoll, but his girlfriend seemed to REALLY want it. Maybe she wanted to be a manekin or something?
He finally figured out why when she left home for the day with his legs in the air,...

Cam didnt think much of the ‘posable’ setting on their shared GirlDoll, but his girlfriend seemed to REALLY want it. Maybe she wanted to be a manekin or something?

He finally figured out why when she left home for the day with his legs in the air, his mind set to “cock-obsessed”, and his pussy set to “needy”.

But at least she promised to bring him home some nice boys to play with him…..

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