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Walking down the street, just lost my job and down on my luck I can’t figure out what do to do. Where do I go from here? What am I going to eat? I was living paycheck to paycheck as it is. Something glitters in a trash can. Is that Gold?!?! That looks like GOLD! HOT DAMN! I grab the gold looking lamp and take it to the nearest pawn shop and try to make some money to survive until I can.
I begin to run to the nearest pawn shop and rush in throwing the lamp on the counter top and asking for money. The pawn shop clerk grunts and motions one second as he is on the phone and turns his back to me. I see there is a smudge of dirt on the lamp and take my hand and wipe off the grime. That’s when smoke started to appear and my whole day just got a whole lot weirder.
“I am the genie Bubbles. You have summoned me Master?” My jaw drops almost to the floor. In front of me is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has a gorgeous tanned body with nice full breasts and some delicious looking lips. Her hair framed her face like it was a priceless painting. Then it hits me what is the shop clerk going to say? I haven’t heard him at all. Bubbles smiles and states quite simply “Master, you have no need to worry. No one besides you can see or hear me. I also have taken the liberty to stop time during our interaction so I may better serve you."
When she said the word serve it’s like a feather ran across my body. Her voice full of sex and passion. Thinking to myself I wish she would just talk dirty to me, even if its just one sentence. Bubbles smiles again this time with a different look in her eyes "Oh Master, your wish is my command. I just want to take you to a soft warm bed and let you ravish these nice fuckable breasts of mine while I fondle that Big. Long. Hard. Cock.”
I immediately blush and cover my growing erection. Wait a minute. I speak in a more bothered tone than I would have liked. “I didn’t wish for that! I just thought about it! Don’t I have to actually say something like I wish for the passion in my heart? or something like that?” I cover my mouth realizing what i just said and begin to feel a tingle in my chest as two small breasts form and my hair magically shoots out of my head. My inner passion being the fact that I always wanted to have more hair and my own pair of hyper sensitive breasts. I moan lewdly as my new breasts rub against my rough t-shirt. My new nipples pressed firmly into the material. “That’s not Fa.. Fair? What happened to my voice?” I begin to rub my throat my voice raising from a deep bass to a higher alto tone. I definitely sound like a girl. This isn’t what I wanted. “Bubbles!” I stamp my foot in defiance and it makes my new breasts jiggle and I moan again. “Bubbles I did not mean for that to be a wish!” She giggles and replies “You did say I wish for the passion in my heart Master” She says Master with a huge tone of sarcasm. For some reason though I feel my cock stir at this treatment. Why is this turning me on.. I may have sensitive breasts now but I can’t live like this I don’t even have a job! Wait.. A Job! That’s what I need to wish for!
“Bubbles I wish I had the perfect job where I am happy and never have to worry about money again!” Smoke envelopes me and I appear in a dimly lit room I feel a breeze against my chest as I look down and see my new boobs exposed and my cock standing at full attention in front of me. Bubbles speaks in my head “Welcome to your new life as a shemale stripper Master. Good luck telling anyone who you were.” I hear her laughter which begins to fog my mind with a pink bubble haze as I giggle and talk to the next customer. Offering to let him have his way with my cute body and I would be more than happy to grant his wishes.
I demand you delete this blog! Its awful what you are doing to all of these innocent people! I might be a simple farmer but my cousin is a lawyer and he will help me put you behind bars!!!
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.
Recently single male, still into my big breasted ex who is flaunting her dates on Snapchat. Really just want her back in my life at any cost
I’ve got some bad news, guy. She’s over you. These taken those big ol’ titties and she’s moved on. And as much as i have fun tweaking reality and making people into weak-willed horny sluts, there’s nothing on Quezacotl’s green earth I can do that will force her to love you again. So… a workaround?
It’s a good thing you said you’d do anything at all to have her in your life again. I tried several scenarios and each time, she rejected you… I made you her pet, her slave,even her blank doll…. She sold you off for pennies on the dollar every single time.
Luckily, I’m a creature of much and varied creativity! I looked into her soul, and I found something I could make you that she’d never abandon…. her one weakness… loyalty to family. So a little concentration and a few hours of spells, and I was able to warp reality a tad, to turn her into your mommy! Now you’re her little bitch son, and no matter how much she dislikes you, she’s stuck with you forever!
I know what you’re thinking… Couldn’t i have removed her memories of her dislike for you, freeing you up for a second go at a happy fulfilling romantic relationship? Well, yes, quite easily. But i like a challenge. You said you would pay any cost… not that she had to.
It’s too bad too… This was all I could do to change your relationship… but now…. she’s always treated you like shit, since she always wanted a daughter. Not a boy, someone who could never share her love of dressing up slutty and putting her huge titties on display. I don’t know if you recall…. Give it a second… but a few years ago, just after your 18th birthday, your ex-now-mommy found a little workaround herself. A finishing school for little sissy sluts, and without a second thought she had you shipped off for a little re-education and some light facial surgery. But on the bright side, you don’t have to worry about being left out of all the snapchat fun and games… her story feed, known to the masses as “My Little Bitch Son” now features your increasingly feminized and humiliated face every single day!
So, congratulations! Your relationship with this woman is closer now than it has ever been, because now you can finally help mommy score! You get to dress up like a little mini-her and be her wingman, helping her bring guy after guy home to fuck her holes and spray hot cum all over those huge titties! It’s a nightmarish job for someone that wants her all to themselves… especially since she makes you watch while you entertain any friends her sex buddies happen to be with… But it’s one that’s going to become a whole lot easier once she sends you in for your very own boob job next week!
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….
When Wendy had fallen into the teleporting machine and gotten fused with her pet bunny Binky, she thought she was going to be a superhero! But as she got used to her new human-rabbit body, she was disappointed to discover she still had human reflexes, and her own human jumping ability. In fact, she had none of the required skills to fight crime.
But all was not lost, she did gain a few very interesting rabbit qualities from Binky. For one, she can’t quite fit as many thoughts in her brain anymore. Or she thinks so. She definitely feels more… simple. She keeps forgetting that the vegetables in the store arent for people to eat as they please.
For another, her ears are all bunny. The only trouble with that is, she can hear all the people talking about her. She can hear perfectly all the things they say about the bunnified teenager, and those words drive some very strange feelings through the cute little bunny girl. Because the other major change, perhaps the nost impactful one, is her shiny new rabbit libido. She yearns to mate every moment of every day. Her still very human vagina now takes its cues from a rabbity brain, and bunnies in heat (like Binky was) are always dripping wet and ready to go. When she hears men talk about her like a sex doll freak, she melts through her underwear and immediately turns around to invite them to breed like rabbits.
Each day when she gets home, inevitably an adorable swollen spunk balloon, she shoves her furry hands into her shorts, finds her enormous bunnygirl clit, and in the moment before the wonderful sensations wipe her her brain clean, thinks that maybe superheros are overrated anyway.
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….
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…
“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..”
You wake up one morning to some…. Unexpected changes. For one thing, there’s a man you’ve never met before sitting at the end of your bed. For another thing, this isn’t even your bed you’ve woken up in. Or your room. Or your body.
You look down and are stunned to see what a fake plastic Cali bimbo must see in the mirror every morning. Taught, ripe female flesh, massive fake boobies topped with raging hard nipples, topped again with huge, thick piercings. Below that, you don’t know. But you can guess. You cant see past your own enormous tits to your crotch, but you can feel something there. Something warm, soft, and achingly empty…
You stare blankly at your new chest, for a moment, lost for words. You distantly wonder if you should be wondering if this is a dream…. But somehow the thought gets lost in the breeze between your ears.. as your hand woozily reaches towards your aching nipple….
“I do apologise for the inconvenience, but I need settle a bet with a friend, so I need to borrow you and your body for a few days or so. You’ll feel a little disorientation to start with… But eventually you’ll acclimate and regain your full motor functions.”
You slowly blink and let this information sink in trying to draw conclusions about what all this means. It takes a while. Thinking is sooooo slooooow…. Like wading through a swamp of cotton candeee….. Hehehehe…..
“Anyway, some things i suppose you need to be aware of. I’m sure you’ve noticed these,” he says, gesturing towards the ornate jewelry hanging from your fat pink nipples. “I discovered a new artifact set, and my friend thinks they might be cursed. See, ancient empresses didn’t fancy the idea of being burgled after they had passed on, so a few of the nasty ones made sure anyone robbing them would regret ever doing so. I think these are replicas, and as we’re reputable movers of fine plunderings…. best to catalogue correctly which ones contain which curses before we allow them into the market.”
The man chats cheerily as, (mostly to distract himself from your reaction) he unceremoniously starts to unscrew and remove the piercings from your swollen nipples. You can’t yet move properly or speak, but what’s happening in your body is mind-shattering. The metal being lightly jostled inside the holes in your flesh is like a earthquake, sending you spiralling upwards into arousal. You start panting desperately, your defenseless cunt starts twitching, pulsing, spasming… If you could move, there’s no telling how desperately, frantically you’d be fingering yourself.
“Good thing too, before I put them in, your body was quite…. different. There we are.”
The man moves his hands away, and your bulging eyes take in a new sight. He’s removed the artifact jewelry and replaced them with simple silver rings, but somehow you don’t understand what this means. Your thinking is coming even slower, which is reasonable since you feel like someone just blasted your brain’s pleasure centers with a fire hose.
“Anyway,” the man stands, taking out a notebook and reading some indistinguishable scrawl. “The jewelry of Bambania of the Amazons, supposedly cursed in two distinct ways. Firstly, the wearers mind desperately seeks to repeat the process of being pierced with the jewelry again and again.”
“If these are indeed the correct pieces, I’d like to find out what happens to this effect if you no longer possess the artifacts. Please keep careful notes of any urges you might have,” he says, placing a pen and paper on the desk beside the bed before continuing.
“Secondly, the wearer receives sexual pleasure from stimulating any point of entry into the skin, as though they possess extra erogenous zones where their piercing points are situated. For example, you’d feel extreme, overwhelming pleasure… if they were to be tugged on.
A deep moans escapes your limp body as the sensations that shoot through you again trample your nervous system. White hot, searing pleasure, an entirely new kind of orgasm brands itself into your mind. You lay there shuddering, tears streaming down the side of your face as your nipples shoot wave after wave of pure heat into your numb brain. The man packs the earrings into a suitcase and heads for the only door.
“I’m going to let these effects run their course for a few days, and we’ll be recording your activity. You’ll be locked in, for your own safety, but there’s food and supplies to keep you until I return. Your motor functions should return in…. Eighteen minutes.”
And then he leaves, locking the door with a clunk. And you stare at the huge, throbbing nipples adorned with jewelry in front of your face…. And wait.
Artifact notes: piercings; bambania (amazon).
Subject regressed quickly to animal state once functions returned. Despite massive biological changes to their body, subject was unable to refrain from stumulating their pierced nipples for the first 120 minutes of activity. After this time passed, subject lapsed into unconsciousness for approximately twenty-nine minutes. Upon waking, subject managed to resist the temptation to tug on the cursed area and began to search for food.
Subject discovered the piercing kit hidden in the room and for approximately 4 minutes completely froze, apparently battling with the urges bought on by the curse.
Curiously, the first thing the subject did after moving was to swiftly isolate and pierce their clitoris. This was the first time they had shown any attention to their vagina at all.
After this, with a piercing entry point in the most sensitive part of their body, the subject fell into a loop of relentless masturbation, followed by adding another piercing to their body, followed by more masturbation. Subject never continued looking for food, and failed to even attempt to escape the experimentation cell.
After the 72 hour control period, the subject is unrecognisable, completely covered in self-performed piercings. Subject has not shown any interest in escape, revenge, or even verbal communication, but they do seem to retain some kind of intelligence, as evidenced by the use of ribbons to stimulate many entry points simultaneously. Subject has maintained a constant extreme level of sexual arousal for entire test duration, production of sexual fluids and saliva has increased tenfold. Subject eagerly engages in sexual intercourse with anyone who touches her body modifications, despite the fact that she has not come into contact with the artifact again since initial test.
Nipple Studs of Bambania: Confirmed.
Recommendation: Sell high.
Subject return? Negative. Sell to slave trade. Such a unique niche should return high profit.