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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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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...

 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“What the FUCK did you call me?”
“Babe don’t worry about it, I’m almost there….”
“No! Stop! You piece of shit did you actually call me a little bitch? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Babe I was just trying to get you going, please let’s just...

“What the FUCK did you call me?”

“Babe don’t worry about it, I’m almost there….”

“No! Stop! You piece of shit did you actually call me a little bitch? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Babe I was just trying to get you going, please let’s just forget about it and finish up…”

“Oh, you think I LIKE being talked to like a little pornstar slut huh?…. I’ll fix you….”

****FRIZAP**** 

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“What the… What happened? Why am I a-”

“I wanted to teach you a lesson sweetie, so I turned you into a girl!”

“What? Why would you do that? It was just a little dirty talk! Also, how did you even DO that?”

“Quit wasting time with expositioanal questions….. BITCH.“

"Oh….. god I’m so horny….. I want to be fucked…. I want a hard cock in my little wet cunny…. Oh What’s happening to me?”

“There’s a good little BITCH…..”

“Stop it….. That word is making me flush with heat….. No, keep doing it…. Say it again…. .. Fuck meeeee please……”

“Nuh-uh. I’ve got better things to do than pleasure a little BITCH like you. You’d better get out of the shower, the crew will be here for your shoot soon and you need to get ready!”

“Ughhhhh….. hmmmmmm….. noooo I can’t deal with this my pussy is so wet and my titties are so sensitive…. I can’t handle it…. Shoot? What shoot?”

"Don’t be a silly little BITCH, you can’t seriously tell me that you forgot that you’re a fetish pornstar right? One of my best! I believe the movie for today is called Helpless little BITCH learns her place!”

“Wha…. please…. don’t leave me here…. MMMMPPPPPHHHH!!!!!! MMMMMMPHPPPH!!!!”

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“There’s a good little BITCH…… You just wait there and I’ll just have the gangbang guys let themselves in…. Have fun now!" 

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I love triggers.
The floor model stands in the corner of the boardroom. The man across from me stares at her. He’s hooked. He asks me about her, is she really my sister?
Sure, I say, smugly pushing a contract over towards him. She’s here to...

I love triggers.

The floor model stands in the corner of the boardroom. The man across from me stares at her. He’s hooked. He asks me about her, is she really my sister?

Sure, I say, smugly pushing a contract over towards him. She’s here to illustrate how effective my brainwashing technique is.

What’s wrong with her? he wants to know.

I gave her a second personality. A slutty, flirty exhibitionist, who loves people gawking at her tits and ass. She comes out whenever my sister is clothed. And when she’s completely exposed, my normal sister returns. It’s a fun little arrangement, it causes her some… distress.

And why is she doing… that? he wants to know.

It’s quite simple, I chuckle, staring at her perky young tits. This stupid bitch is coming to, realizing she’s totally naked in front of us. So her first instinct is to cover her lovely boobs. Unfortunately, this causes Slutty to emerge… Look at her face, here she comes! And the only thing Slutty wants to do is be naked in front of us, so… There ya go!

A very amusing cycle.. How long will she do that for? he says, picking up the pen and signing along the dotted line.

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Probably indefinitely, or until I cover her up with something else. It’s quite amusing to see all the things she does when switching between personalities. Now, what time should we have your daughter…. picked up?

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Josie Edwards arrived home from school and started to make herself a cup of tea. As the jug boiled, she surveyed the new addition to the house thoughtfully. In the corner, standing perfectly still, stood a perfect, pink haired, teenage fuckdoll....

Josie Edwards arrived home from school and started to make herself a cup of tea. As the jug boiled, she surveyed the new addition to the house thoughtfully. In the corner, standing perfectly still, stood a perfect, pink haired, teenage fuckdoll. Josie grinned at the girl, her vapid smile and slutty pose were flawless, and she was unknowingly sticking her ass out towards the street-facing window. She steeped her tea, and automatically grabbed another mug out of the cupboard as her mother entered the room.

“When did he arrive?” she asked the older woman, Becky, handing her the cup she made for herself.

“About ten, not long after you left for school,” Becky replied, and after a long sip continued.

“He was making such a bloody show, crying and apologizing like a bloody sook. I just told him to shut up until someone spoke to him and go stand in the corner. I wanted you both to be here when we tell him.”

“So he’s been there almost all day huh? Did you make him stand like that? Like, all posey?”

“Nope, must just be the program!” Becky laughed, and sat down at the kitchen table to drink her tea.

Josie paced the room waiting for her brother to arrive home. She was full of excited energy, the day had finally come! She kept peering into the pink-haired girl’s eyes, not really sure what sh was looking for, more curious than anything else.

Finally, about half an hour later the three girls in the room heard the door open, and a gangly mousey-haired twenty-something man, Zack entered smiling as his sister handed him a cup of tea. He took a long sip of his drink and tranquilly shared the moment with his mother and sister.

“It’s really him in there?” Zack asked. “He looks…. different.”

“Well duh,” Becky chuckled. “It’s definitely him though. Trust me.”

Josie approached the doll and addressed it.

“Hi, what is your name?”

The doll’s smile suddenly dropped, once addressed her face muscles were under her control. She looked terrified as she spoke the only two words her mouth would allow her to say.

“Ken Edwards.”

Josie’s face split open into a manic grin.

“And who are we, to you?”

The tiny girl bit her lip and tried not to burst into tears as she identified the people in the room.

“Josie, my daughter. Zack, my son. Becky, my….. My wife.”

All three family members grinned at each other.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever use those names,” Becky replied, stepping forwards. “Those were the names of the family members you abused and took for granted. We’re not your family anymore. We’re you’re owners now.
“From now on you shall address me only as Mistress, and you will worship the ground i walk on. Do you understand?

"Yes, Mistress,” Ken responded, burning red with embarrassment.

“And you can call me Goddess from now on!” chuckled Josie, flicking her hair self-mockingly.

“Yeah, and you have to call ME Zack Attack!” laughed Zack, stopping when he noticed the women shaking their heads.“

"Screw you girls, I get to pick my own name!”

“Okay whatever Zack attack,” Josie giggled, and then turned back to Ken. “And you’re not Ken anymore. You can’t even think that name. From now on, you’re Pixie! Got it?”

There was a long pause as Ken was clearly straining to fight the order he was just given, although from the look on his face he had lost and forgotten his name.

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“Pixie’s name is Pixie, Goddess.”

“Oh, so much fun!” Josie giggled again and clapped her hands.

“So, tell us your story, Pixie,” said Becky. “I want to hear what you’ve been up to for the last three weeks. From just before you were… picked up.”

“Yes Mistress.” Pixie automatically responded, pausing and sobbing as she realised what she’d just said.

“Pixie didn’t know why she was in a girl’s body, but Mistress had promised to take her to get help. On mistresses suggestion, Pixie wore the sex toy to keep herself entertained on the trip.”

“And what happened on that trip?” asked Zack eagerly.

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“Pixie turned around and Mistress was gone! Pixie felt so scared, and then some men put a bag over her head! Pixie doesn’t remember much else because she…. went to sleep.”

“Well Pixie, you should know, Mistress paid those men to escort you. She did it because of how horrible you used to be. Where did they take you?”

Pixie look around her owners and saw no sympathy in their eyes as she continued.

“The men did things to Pixie. They strapped machines to her, and vibrators and toys, and they…..”

“What did they do, Pixie?”

Pixie shuffled uncomfortably, subconsciously grinding her thighs together in a display of arousal.

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“They made Pixie cum. Again and again and again. They wouldn’t let Pixie sleep, they just made her pussy and her titties feel good until she couldn’t think no more.”

Zack shuffled a little, his erection becoming apparent.

“Then what did they do Pixie?”

“They stopped making Pixie cum. They just plugged up her holes and left her… Pixie was soo horny… They wouldn’t let her cum unles she begged. So Pixie begged. Pixie pleaded. But instead of turning the toys back on, they started feeding Pixie… Started making her drink huge cups of…. They called it Nectar.”

“And what happened when you drank the Nectar?”

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“Pixie’s body started changing…. Her titties grew, her nipples became more sensitive, her pussy and her sluthole got all throbbing and desperate…. Pixie couldn’t even think to beg… She just drank and drank until she was full….”

“That’s not all it does!” interrupted Zack, “It also changes you hair to be pink whenever you’re sexually aroused!”

“But her hair has been pink the whole time….” Josie wondered out loud.

“Exactly!” crowed Zack.

“Kids, shush,” interjected Becky. “Carry on Pixie. What happened after that?”

Pixie started lightly swaying, her eyes half closed as though she was drunk.

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“Pixie was put into…. A room… Hard to remember… Lights, voices, swirling… Vibration… Cummmmminggggggg!!!!”

The Pink-haired little doll started twitching, her hips rolling, her belly spasming as remembering this experience sent her into a bucking orgasm. The Family watched her cautiously, but her high-heeled feet remained firmly where she had planted them. Even a brainwashing-induced orgasm couldn’t get her to move from where she had been ordered to stand.

As Pixie stood there panting, Becky approached her and yanked down her black tights, exposing her glistening swollen pussy, and her abnormally large clit adorned with a shiny silver ring, to the room.“

"Here’s the deal Ken-sorry, Pixie” she said menacingly up to him, as she showed him the ring he had never seen before. “You were a slutty husband and a terrible father. You beat me. You belittled your children at every chance you got, you even told Josie’s college scout that she was a "disgusting slut.”
“We were sick of you, so we hired a company called GirlDoll to put you into that first body. That was us. We thought it would teach you a lesson.”

“But it didn’t!” said Zack. “You were just as much of an asshole as always!”

“So we took things one step further. We sent you to the modding lab to be pleasure conditioned,” continued Josie.

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“And this ring here in your big fat sissy clit is going to make sure you’re never disobedient ever again!” Becky finished, glowering. “See this little ball? Theres a microscopic little bell inside it, it will ring every time you obey an order and send little sissy shivers down your spine.”

“We’re not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll jump through hoops te feel that bell ringing in your cunt” jeered Zack as Pixie timidly shook, realising her new reality.

“Oh and that Nectar? That was tailor made especially for you. I know you’re totally addicted to it, so luckily we made sure there’s a fresh source nearby!

Pixie'a eyes widened and her mouth watered at the prospect of more nectar.

"Wh…. Where is it? Pixie needs it…..”

“Oh it’s right here,” said Zack, gesturing to his crotch. “It comes from my balls.”

Pixie’s face fell as she struggled with her next hurdle.

“Zack Attack, puh…please give Pixie some… Please let Pixie suck your b-balls dry… Pixie needs it…”

Zack chuckled, knowing how humiliated his former father must be.

“Meh, maybe later,” he replied, nonchalantly.

The desperation started creeping into Pixie’s adorable face.

“No.. No you don’t understand… Pixie needs it… Pixie actually needs it to survive…. Pixie will die without it…”

“Oh, I know. I actually put that in my request section when we designed you. But if you want any, you’ll have to beg a whole lot harder than THAT!”

“And make dinner,” chimed in Becky

“And clean the whole house!” added Josie.

“And put on this tutu and jiggle your butt for us every time we look at you!” 

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Zack cackled as Pixie shuffled off to the kitchen, begging for cock and moaning as his clit-bell chimed as he obeyed an order.

The family of three shared another moment together, and then followed their new fuckdoll to the kitchen to continue torturing her.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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

The End.

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Dear Annie,

I’ve had a great time with your body! First off, I know I promised to keep your virginity intact….. But I just couldn’t help myself! Girl bodies are so horny! It felt so good to fill your virgin pussy with your boyfriends cock! So yummy to have him spray his cum all inside your womb! You should totally try it sometime! I know you’re probably upset, but if it makes you feel better, I filmed the whole thing so you wouldnt miss out on your first time completely… (But just so you know… Your ex-bf caught me cheating on him and kinda shared it around the school as revenge…)

Oh well! Im sure you’ll be fine with it, your body is too amazing to keep to yourself anyway!

I hope you’ll like the rest of the changes I made! The pink hair was for a gangbang I went to (you were the star 😍), but I think i used the wrong brand coz I couldn’t wash it out or dye over it… I’m sure it will be fine!

Some guys on the internet have been sending me funny audio files to listen to… I thought it would be fun to try trancing but they’ve kinda messed up your brain a little… But I included their email addresses below so you can contact them to get that fixed up!

Oh, and one last thing, I got a little addicted to edging over the last month…. Like seriously addicted…. Ive spent the last 3 days teasing out the same orgasm…. I tried to time it so when the the body swap reverses you’ll get a nice suprise! Hopefully that compulsion to fuck yourself to the edge all day won’t stay with you after the spell runs out!

Anyway, thanks for lending me your body! I had a blast in it!

Jeff xx

——– @robustcomicwackadoodle 😊
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