Hello lovlies… I’m having trouble writing in my usual style, but you guys and girls deserve something filthy to touch yourselves to… so I thought today I’d try something new!
<3Age
Hello lovlies… I’m having trouble writing in my usual style, but you guys and girls deserve something filthy to touch yourselves to… so I thought today I’d try something new!
<3Age
Anonymous asked:
Yeah, there actually is something I can do to help. I know it must feel lonely to be the only one of your friends who hasn’t dropped the illusion of determination… So let’s give you a hand with that. I’m just going to hurry along that mating instinct that all your friends have felt, that rush of hormones through the brain that turns the mind to mush and makes them obedient to the strong handsome man. The desire to be subservient is so strong in some that they immediately forget their education and instead drop to their knees to become a human cock slave… but not you. Well… not exactly.

I want you to meet my friend Lilith. She’s looking for a new servant, and I think you’ll do nicely. Ah, I can see your knees getting weak at the sight of her… you pussy is rippling shocks of lust through your body and into your brain. It’s strange isn’t it? You’ve never been a lesbian before now, but you can’t bring yourself to fight the intense sensations… That’s a little like what your friends have each felt when they decided to become slutty trophy wives. Not so easy to look down on them now is it?

I think you and Lilith will be very happy together… She’s got a bit of a mean streak, but you’re going to find yourself liking that about her more and more… She tell you to put on a collar, you’ll hop to it… she tell you to suck one of her client’s cock. your helpless need to please her will make you gag all over it…. She tells you to spend you Saturday night in a frat sucking off students you know and wearing their cum on your face to class the next day…. well…. you get the idea.
Anonymous asked:
Well, if the FBI can’t do anything about me, and the laws of nature don’t apply to me, how do you think a small-town lawyer is going to make any difference? God, for a supposedly smart species, humans are pretty darn thick. Behind bars…. you people make me laugh and laugh and laugh.
Let’s just get one thing out of the way here. No-one is innocent. Especially not the cunts that I’ve changed into bimbo and living sex dolls.
People are flawed, and in our entire history there is not a person out there who is truly innocent because the concepts of right and wrong are relative to each person’s perception. Take you for example. You keep living beings as slaves and you extract their fluids and sell them for a profit. I find that quite awful… but do I march onto your farm and demand you stop? NO.
Well… up until now, no.

See, I’ve always found dairy to be quite barbaric and stange. Humans need cow milk about as much as they need giraffe milk, but because idiots in the 60s believed everything they heard in advertising, and idiots since then believed everything their parents told them, we now have a world where more people drink cow lactate than human lactate.
And you and I are going to change that. From now on, your boobies are going to match your entire farm’s output. Not all at once, but they’ll keep filling and filling until they’ve matched the amount that you’ve pumped from those poor cows. And if you don’t get that far, don’t worry, they’ll just add it to your backlog… You’re going to find yourself quite backed up quite quickly.

And just so you can truly experience what it is that you put those animals through, I’m going to hire some bulls to breed you. You might be scrubbing the floor with hazardous chemicals, just going about your day, and hey presto! There’s a big strong bull impregnating you! No warning, no permission asked, just yo, breeding time! Its funny though, you’ll start to crave it… you’ll spend your days milking yourself and pining for the next bull… but since someone else is in charge of your breeding schedule, and your feelings aren’t taken into account at all… You won’t get satisfaction when you want it… just when it’s convenient for my schedule.

I know what you’re gonna say “The cows like it!”… “they love being milked!”. First of all. You can’t talk to animals, so don’t give me that shit. Secondly…. So will you! Ever had a super-sensitive pleasurable part of your body pass delicious liquid creamy through it all day? Because you’re about to. And it will feel so good on every tug, on every pull, on every suckle… you’ll get addicted to the pleasure of being milked quite quickly… and then you’ll be able to see whether or not that kind of life is enjoyable.

So enjoy your life, simple farmer. Dairy is about to get hella complicated for you.
Anonymous asked:
Well, I’m sorry to say, but sometimes I just zap people with slow release changes that happen over time. People that piss me off, ya know? Maybe someone that cunt in front of me in line, or threw a soda bottle out of their window, or just general douchebaggery. Since you’re a little Anonymous Andy, I have no way of knowing whether or not you’re one of these people, but just in case you are… This is what you might expect.

Your changes do sound a little similar to a fun little time-release curse I like to inflict on people called “Scarlett Fever”. Well, not the hair growing longer part… that’s just hair doing what it does. But the orange part? Yeah, that sounds like me. It means the cursed can’t blend into the background, they tend to stand out in a crowd. Their nipples start becoming more and more on their mind (those are the “sensations” you’ve been feeling right?). The nerves in them are multiplying at a massive rate, to the point where eventually your nips will be your main erogenous zone… At the moment they’re just testing themselves, in the next few weeks you’ll start feeling massive spikes of sensations as they dig their way into your brain.. Expect a few unexpected orgasms as they settle themselves into your nervous system…. There might also be some….. “localized swelling” in that area, and I should also mention, small spots will start appearing on your face as a marking system… I installed it so I could see how many changes were happening. It didn’t work, because of course there’s waaaay to many to quickly count…, but hey, it looked cute so I couldn’t be bothered removing it!

The other big part of it, is you’re going to lose any interest in competition, in winning, in being equal… Scarlett Fever removes all these feelings, leaving its target a naturally obedient submissive. You’ll find yourself compelled to obey orders, to please anyone and everyone around you… you’ll even notice when people are trying to get a peek at your changing body, and your first, most powerful instinct will be to show them what they want to see and please them in any way you can.

Of course…this is all theoretical. IF it’s my curse you’re dealing with. Sometimes lesser RA’s (that’s reality alterers to the uneducated) just like to fuck with people, and you’re just unlucky. Pretty easy way to tell though… By any chance have you yelled at a retail worker lately? Maybe loudly sent something back at a restaurant and DEMANDED your waitress bend to your will as the customer? Maybe you should try just being nicer to people, and see what happens? Suck some of those cocks you seem to have your eye on, bend over nicely for a few people who want to use you… maybe it’ll go away on its own?
Anonymous asked:
*sigh*
Alright hotshot. Since stepping into my hotel room is clearly the most recent of a long line of terrible decisions, I’m just going to freeze you in place so we can chat before i do the explanation part of what’s happening to you.

Yup… sooooo as this has to be your first time tracking a reality-alterer, let me share a teeny weeny tip. Don’t announce yourself, goddammit! Your one shot, assuming I don’t trap my surroundings while i take naps (which i do) was to get the drop on me. Hit me while i don’t know you’re there or snipe me from a few blocks away, or something! And I assume if you actually had permission to “bring me in” someone would’ve told you that, or given you a better weapon than -yikes- a single handgun?
Okay, you’ve gotta be a rookie right? First week, looking to make a name for yourself? Well, here’s the nice part…. You’re certainly going to have a name around the water cooler… but it might be banned outside of sub-basement 7.

You ever been down there? You even heard of it? Well, to cut it to the short, short version, sub basement 7 is the FBI HQ’s in-house pleasure harem. Well-performing agents get to go in there and work out some excess aggression on some of the agents who have hunted me in the past. And after you leave here, you’re going to WALK the entire way back there, drop to your knees and beg them to throw you in with old Agent Andrews, Agent Simmons, all the previous morons who couldn’t take a hint.
And hopefully, the next agent who thinks coming after me will be a good idea will actually get the warning: hunt Adrian Savage, you get a monologue ,and you get your reality altered, and you get to be your co-workers sex slave for the rest of your career.

And i like to freak them out a little more with each new agent I send back, so every one of you FBI whores gets a different little quirk. Yours is that cute little tattoo between your legs! That cute little cartoon heart is gonna be the source of a whole lot of stress for you. Every time someone looks at it, you’re going to feel one of these… a nice little pulse deep inside your hungry cunt. And that pulse is gonna clear your mind for a second and make you totally, unquestionably horny. Just for a sec, but you’ll find they stack up pretty quickly, as you make a scene of yourself …. Especially with those clothes you’re wearing now. Gonna attract a few eyes wearing something like that!

Well, off you go then! You’ve got a long walk ahead of you… but hey, I’m not a total monster. If you wanna stay off the street, feel free to hitchhike… Just make sure you pay you with the standard roadhead 😊
A sharp knock on your door snaps you away from staring at the doorknob of your new roommate’s closed door. Your coffee has gotten cold, you’ve been wordlessly standing there for that long. The last few days have been… Uneventful. You keep expecting to hear something, to sense something, but your house has been all quiet. You want so badly to go in there, to check on him, to see what kind of state he’s in, but you promised you wouldn’t. Not even to bring him some water. The first three days, he said, were crucial… Like a caterpillar in a cocoon, he needed to remain totally isolated, even the smallest piece of input could bring him out of his trance. He needed his first outside contact to be from his “hypnotherapist”.
Who is probably the one banging on your door right now.
You don’t know what sort of person you were expecting… maybe a skeezy guy holding a pocket watch, but a professionally dressed woman with a black breifcase and her hair tied up in a bun certainly wasnt it. She greets you warmly, and smiles at your stunned expression. She’s hot! What’s a woman like this doing making house calls to hypnosis fetishists? She assures you she’s here to see your boarder and asks whether you’ve resisted the urge to look inside. You blush, but tell her that no, you haven’t so much as cracked the door into the room. She seems pleased to hear this, but gestures you to leave her to her patient.
You pause for a split second, your eyes flicking to the door. You realize too late that this woman’s presence has given you a huge, throbbing boner. You want to see inside? She inquires casually, trying not to smirk. You stutter something about being too busy, and quickly leave them to it. You don’t want this beautiful woman to think you’re aroused by what’s happening in there.
But as you brew a new coffee, you find yourself getting curious. Moreso than you’ve ever felt before. What’s going on in there? What are they doing? You sneakily sidle up to the door, pressing your ear against the cold, hard wood. What you hear from the woman you let in makes you cock throb like never before.
“Oh, that’s a good girl… what a good little slut, sitting like this for so long… You’re such a posable little toy, you could sit like this for days, and you will… You’re barely started yet… There we go…. Lets get these off you… oh, pretty! *snap* nothing going on in there at all, gooood little bitch…. Here, drink this… good girl…. All of it, there you go…. Okay slut, time to lie down. On the floor here…..”
You listen through the door as the hypnotherapist starts a routine, getting her patient to relax…. to allow more information in…. to absorb it permanently more and more. Your hand starts to creep into your pants as you start to get an idea of what sort of instructions your guest has been mindlessly listening to. Hes in there… addicting himself to sex. Sex as a woman! With men, with women, always as the submissive, the obedient, taking cocks inside him…. God, why would anyone do that to themselves? But you look down at your throbbing cock, and part of you thinks…. That actually is pretty hot… not being feminized, that sounds like a nightmare…. But fucking a brainwashed little bitch? One who has willingly erased his mind and turned himself into a demure little doll? You can kinda see the appeal in that….
You pull you hand out of your pants, not quite sure how to deal with that thought. Would you? Could you? Will you get to? And suddenly there’s a click, and the door you’re eavesdropping through swings open and you’re left awkwardly standing where you know you’re not supposed to be with a very obvious bulge showing.
The therapist does not seem phased. She just smiles kindly and asks you if you’ll so your guest another favour? You nod, not really sure how else to react, and follow her back into the dark room.
Your eyes adjust and you swallow. The air is thick with sweat and…. Something else. Something girly smelling? Maybe the therapist sprayed something in here? You decide not to worry about it as your eyes fall on your guest. Lying on his back on the floor, his mouth hangs open and his eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above him. He’s wearing nothing but some kind of cage over his cock, which seems to be leaking fluid. He looks high out of his mind.
Your cock twitches.
The therapist explains to you that he’s not even in the room. He’s so deep in a trance and has been subject to severe brainwashing since you locked his door. She proves her point by roughly slapping his face. He doesn’t even blink.
So what does she want you to do? You ask, never taking your eyes off the hypnotized person in front of you. Two things, she responds, to add to your list of instructions. She hands you her suitcase, and opens it. Its full of syringes.
Every day at precisely 12pm, you are to enter the room and inject her with two of these syringes, she says, removing two of them. One in her rump, she demonstrates, plunging the needle into your guest’s ass and squeezing it empty… and the other into her lips. She swiftly does the same with the second syringe into the lip above his gaped mouth. Try to alternate top to bottom each day, she instructs, smiling.
You’re stare into the suitcase, at the rows and rows of needles you’ve just been asked to drug another human being with. You have so many questions about what is happening in here… but this woman is to beautiful, so intimidating in how calm she is…. so instead you ask, what’s the second thing? She grins, and drops her gaze to your still-bulging crotch. She needs you to… start feeding her, she begins. Her patient has… extremely specific dietary requirements, and she asks you if you’ll be willing to provide semen to feed her with?
Your cock twitches.
She chuckles as you stand with your mouth open, staring stupidly, not unlike the other occupant of the room. It’s alright, she assures you. She only needs a small amount to get by each day, perhaps two orgasms worth? She begins sitting up the hypnotized guy, and getting him back into his bondage rig. By the time she’s put his vr headset back on, you’ve mustered up the courage to speak.
How often, and how should you… administer it? You ask lamely. She packs her belongings, getting ready to restart the looping hypnosis. Oh, once or twice a day will be fine…. as for how to get it in her.. Well, she’s not gonna bite. Put that package you’re smuggling down her throat and just try to enjoy yourself!
She tells you she’ll see you in a few days for the next conditioning enforcement and with a smile leaves you alone in the room with a man in the process of brainwashing himself into a sex slave. This is happening.
Your cock twitches. You wonder if now will qualify as feeding time….

Why? Because i said so, and i own you, slut. You are property, and let that just sink in for a second. You must obey my every whim. And if i say you have to walk around naked but for whatever stupid shit i put on your head, you will do so. So drop the sheet and display your perfect body for me to enjoy. That’s right… it’s so easy to just obey isn’t it? You don’t have to think for yourself if you just do what you’re told…..
Ha. You’re so suggestible now. You really will do anything I say, won’t you? I bet you’re wondering why the option to resist isn’t even occurring to you… Why you keep doing everything exactly as I tell you… I see how uncomfortable your perfected body is making you…. Well, you can thank your own dumb decisions for both of those problems. The obedience, that’s just what happens to people who underestimate their tolerance to Moonlight….

When you came to me, when I bought you, you were pretty much gone. Just another strung-out junkie halfway through OD-ing on the worst thing to happen to women since the invention of marriage… Moonlight, the legendary orgy drug. It’s kinda sad to see how many girls think its just like popping some party drugs, and then end up as blank-eyed sex addicts when they can’t get enough of that naughty, kinky pleasure. You were no different. What, you just thought you would have a little kinky fun with your boyfriend one weekend? Well, that weekend has turned into at least a year now… Some guy in a house full of dudes handed you off to me for $200, can you believe that? I’m pretty sure none of them knew your name, they seemed quite happy to be rid of you…
Which brings us here. I bought you. I nursed you back to health. I spent a lot of money on recovery surgery, of weaning you off your chemical addiction, and most of all, modifying your body into the perfect living sex doll. Isn’t it beautiful? And it’s mine. Your body, this body, belongs to me now. These nipples, these perfect hard little things, they are mine to suck and to squeeze and to pinch whenever I please. You get no say in that.
This mouth is mine too. The lips alone cost me more that most cars, but they’re pouty and ripe… So worth it. The collegian in your throat equally so, it’s going to feel exquisite… Your dentistry bills were particularly expensive, but it was worth it to never be able to feel a single tooth…. Ah… A perfect, beautiful wet hole for my cock. That’s what your face is now, doll. I hope you know I’ll be using it often.

And really look at me now, look into my eyes so I can watch this sink into your damp sponge of a brain…
You are a sex toy.
Yes… That’s right. Obey.
You are a fuckdoll. You crave sex all the time. You feel starving when you have no cum in your body. You desperately need your owner’s cock inside you every minute of every day….
Haha oh my god, its so cute watching your eyes unfocus as you absorb all this… How does that feel? Oh, you feel all weak and needy? I’m not surprised…. Come here, look into my eyes….
YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO KEEP YOUR CUNT SOPPING WET AT ALL TIMES. YOUR BIGGEST FEAR, YOUR GREATEST DREAD IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOUR OWNER WANTS TO USE THIS PUSSY WHEN IT ISN’T GUSHING.

Heh, this is fun. I’ve always wanted to own a suggestible little fuckdoll…. Should I fuck you now? Haha, yes, I bet that question excites you… and maybe horrifies you a little as well. But no matter what you think, I think you need to earn this cock… you do want it, don’t you?
Well, if you want master’s cock inside you, first you have to do something. I want you to walk from here to my attorney’s office, and sign the contract he gives you. It’s nothing you’ll care about, it just surrenders your legal freedom to me. Means i can sign things for you, consent for medical treatments, tattoos, that sort of thing.

You want to sign it. You’ll go up there, and you’ll act thrilled and excited to be signing it. And when he tells you it’s all sorted, I want you to pretend to have a loud, mind-melting orgasm, really moan and squeal, draw attention to yourself. Then ask him to fuck you in the ass. If he says no, beg him. And really act like you enjoy it. And actually, suck off any guys you happen to make eye contact with on your walk. Your Moonlight cravings are going to start soon, and trust me, you’ll want a belly full of jizz to ward it off….
This is your life now. You’re a filthy sex doll, a puppet with an owner pulling its strings. I know you’re still in there. I know you’re screaming on the inside as all of this sinks in, becoming your new reality. I know you’re stuck in this nightmare and guess what? It makes me hard to know that. Look up close at this hard dick, doll. Here, I’ll even get it niiiice and close to your face… Look at me. In the eyes. Take this all in, let it sink into your brain….
This cock is your god now.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I love being a fuckdolly.
It looks like the drug was completely effective. I know you’re feeling a little spacey, so let me fill you in, you cheating cunt.
I know you’ve been sucking off random guys every time you go out with your friends. I know you’ve been using me for a place to live, and I know you’re planning on dumping me the second a richer guy decides he likes you.
You’re a piece of shit user bitch, so I’ve paid a lot of money so you can be the one who gets used from now on.
Can’t close your mouth can you? Yeah, good luck with that. Your face is just another sloppy, welcome hole for cocks now. You’re gonna have much less control over that area than you’re used to. And that tingly feeling where my cum is touching the sensitive inner flesh? That’s the feeling of you becoming addicted. You’ll start craving it soon. You’ll need to feed on it at least a few times a day.
But don’t forget about your extra holes, the ones you offer up to any guy who buys you a drink and smiles at you. Sensitive, aren’t they? Awwww your clit is like a little nightlight! They’re gonna keep glowing like that, just so you know. And probably throbbing just like they are, too. And the longer they go without being crammed full of dick, the brighter they’ll glow, the harder they’ll throb, and the hornier you’ll get. If I was you, I wouldn’t skip a day. You might not ever come back from it.
Oh, probably should let you know. You won’t be able to remember your name anymore. You now go by “Fuckdoll”. Ha! You look so funny trying to remember what you used to be called. Come by anytime, I wanna see that confused stupid face again when you’ve been out there for a few weeks.
Well….. It hasn’t been that nice knowing you. Get the fuck out. You can come back and get your fix once in a while, but you don’t live here anymore.

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.
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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

