I love photoshopping bimbos…. but I’m still only really basic at it… What else should i do with this one?
I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you have now.
Yeah, that right. You didn’t even realise you’d been changed did you? Teeny little blonde girls don’t get away from rope bondage this good. And that’s what you are now. So stay still and behave.
You’re here because you saw something you weren’t supposed to. Something that nobody is supposed to see. And the person you saw, he’s a very frequent client of mine. He could have just chosen to have you killed, but I suppose another chance of sampling my product was too good to give up on. So he called me, and here we are.
I make slaves, you see. Not train, not break. Make. I take regular everyday people and I change them into something unrecognizable. Obedient, horny sex servants for the superrich. I’m about halfway done with you, as you can tell from the supple little body you now posses. Thats you now, so get used to it. Your family and friends will never recognise you, nobody will ever come to rescue you. You’re basically dead to the world, outside of my records book and the inside of your head.
Now, normally I don’t ever comminicate with subjects. I drug them, I change them, I test them out, off they go. But you’re a special case. I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with why you’re here, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So the least I can do for you here is give you a choice.
My client specifically requested you be “a tiny, weak blonde doll who can’t talk ever again”. He wanted to make sure youd never tell anyone what you’d seen. There’s a bit of wiggle room in the interpretation there, so I’m just gonna run you through your two options.

Firstly, you cant talk if you’re too dumb to know how. This first syringe here, thats what its designed to do. Your mind will dull to the point that everything that was once “you” is effectly trapped as a passenger, too stupid to even know how to move on your own. You’ll be a doll, literally. I’ve used this stuff a few times before, and the subjects remember to breathe, but that’s about it. You’ll be at the mercy of your owner, my client. He’ll feed you, dress you, fuck you, all however he chooses. But that’s all beyond you because by the time you get there you’ll pretty much be at the IQ of a potato. And just in case you learn how to speak someday, as sometimes happens with long-term dolls, I’ll prevent oral control by swelling your lips up like flesh balloons. No sense letting mouth go to waste, right?
Now, you seem a little upset at this idea, so if you’re interested in keeping your mind intact we can arrange that instead. Only, ill have to make sure you can’t talk, so I’ll have to take your mouth from you.

Its not a horrible life. I mean, granted, you’ll be a pussy-faced blowjob slave, but theres no plastic surgery involved here. That’s a real vagina, grown from black market stem cells, and it comes with all the pleasures of the female genitalia. I’ve visited a few of my older dolls that have had this modification, and believe it or not, they seem happy. Well, to be totally honest, they seemed totally addicted to having their faces fucked by cocks. And I didnt add that in anywhere, so it must feel really, really good to orgasm so close to your brain. And you should completely retain you mind and sense of self this way, so if your owner decides to unchain you once in a while, at least you’ll be able to appreciate it.
Well? There’s your options. I don’t have all day, so I’m gonna need a decision right now…
Option 1 or Option 2?
He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with.
Did you know that clits have over 8000 nerve endings? That’s right, all those little lights all crammed in next to each other. Totally disrupts the brain when they’re manipulated. Well those lips of his…. there’s 8000 endings per inch. His lips are made of clits, and I doubt that next to that, he can even register the sensation of you shouting at him.
And then there’s the all new stuff. Those milk ducts are drawing a lot of focus too, his nipples are hitting pretty similar numbers, and on top of that, it’s an entirely alien sensation he’s feeling there. All that milk, drip drip dripping, squeezing it’s way out of those tiny holes… must feel like heaven in those tits of his.
Plus, you saw. I just came in his mouth. My jizz is slowly dripping down his throat, and he really likes that now. Well, “needs it” might be a more accurate phrase, but hey, point being? He’s fairly distracted at the moment. He’s not gonna know it’s you talking to him. He’s not gonna even know who you are.
So, might as well flop out your cock, and give him what he wants right? If you don’t, he’s not gonna care about your widdle fwiendship any more, he’s gonna wander off and find someone who will.
“Mas-ter?”
“What is it, Slutty?”
“Mas-ter… Slut-tee neeeed cummies?”
“Is that so?”
“Mmmh-hmmmm… Slut-tee soooo hoooorny…. Mas-ter fuck Slut-tee?”
“Slutty, you know you’re not supposed to touch yourself… it only makes you hornier. And look, you’re dripping everywhere! Ugh, you just cleaned all day, and now there’s gonna be milk and cunt juices everywhere all over again! I thought making my roommate into a delicious fuckdoll would at least make you cleaner..”
“But Maaaas-ter… Slut-tee soooo hungry…. Please feed Slut-tee’s fuck-holes…”
“Oh, what the hell… Why not? I think I’ll try your asshole this time… Bend over!”
“Yaaaay! Yes Mas-ter, fuck Slut-tee’s butthole! Ooooooh yes! Slut-tee loves cock!”



