Bratty Drench

Built like a living sex doll — 32D tits on a tiny 27-inch waist, thick juicy thighs that beg to be spread, and a soft, squeezable body made to be grabbed, used, and ruined. I was designed for one thing: to be picked up, tossed around, and fucked senseless. Short, curvy, and easy to manhandle — the perfect pocket-sized toy for breaking.

Come wind me up and watch this little Doll fall apart.

What breaks me:

Total Control & Omo: Own every part of me — my holes, my bladder, my orgasms, my mind. Make me hold it until my thick thighs shake and I’m desperately begging like the pathetic toy I am.

Degradation & Humiliation: Call me Dollie, Slut, Whore, Toy, Pussy, Tits. Remind me I’m just a 4'11" set of warm holes with big tits and a fat ass, existing only for your pleasure.

Bimbofication & Hypno: Melt my brain into pink mush until I’m a giggly, drooling, empty-headed fuckdoll — nothing but tits, thighs, and obedience.

Praise & Pain: Tell your “good little Doll” how pretty she looks when she’s crying and leaking, then make it hurt so good I squirm in my own mess.

Objectification & Free Use: Pose me, display me, fuck me whenever you want. I’m your personal toy — built small, soft, and curvy so you can manhandle me with ease.

Bondage & Rough Play: Tie up this tiny body so I can’t fight back while you stretch my tight holes and turn me into a trembling, dripping wreck.

CNC & Force: Push me down, ignore my whimpers, and take what you want from your designed-to-be-used fucktoy.

Ready to play with your perfect little Doll? Come grab these thick thighs, use these 32D tits, and see how fast you can make me break.

I DO NOT DO PICS SO DON'T COME ASKING FOR PICS

By the time I’m standing in that freezing office again, I’m already ashamed of how wet I am. The lock clicks. He doesn’t even look up from his chart. “Strip. Same position as last week.”

My hands tremble as I fold my clothes. The air hits my skin and my nipples harden instantly, just like always. He circles me slowly, then stops to slap my ass lightly. “Still soft here. Patient clearly hasn’t been following aftercare instructions.”

He guides me to the table and locks me into the stirrups even faster this time. The leather restraints bite into my wrists and thighs, pinning me completely open. I can feel how exposed I am under the harsh lights, my cunt already glistening with shame.

He starts with the pelvic exam immediately. Two thick gloved fingers push inside me without warning, spreading and probing roughly. “Still overly responsive,” he mutters, scissoring me open. The speculum comes next — even colder than last time. He forces it deep and cranks it wide, stretching my walls until I whimper.

“Patient is dripping down the table again,” he says flatly, like it’s just another data point. His fingers find my swollen clit and start rubbing in those same firm, clinical circles. No mercy. No warmup. He pumps two fingers in and out of my stretched hole while his thumb grinds hard against my clit, occasionally slapping my exposed cunt when I squirm too much.

I try to hold back. I really do. But the wet, filthy sounds of him fingering my dripping pussy fill the quiet room and I break. My thighs shake violently in the restraints as I cum hard around his fingers, clenching and gushing like a pathetic, needy slut.

He keeps his fingers inside me through the aftershocks, slowly stroking my walls like he’s studying every twitch. When he finally pulls out, he wipes them on my inner thigh and removes the speculum.

“Same time next week,” he says, handing me that single useless wipe. “Try not to touch yourself before then. Though we both know you will.”

Using my mouth as his personal fleshlight while he makes morning coffee. The bitter scent of fresh grounds fills the air as he fucks my throat slow and deep, my nose pressed against his pelvis, drool spilling down my chin while I gag wetly around him, eyes watering.

Being pulled into his lap mid-emails like a needy pet, my dripping cunt sinking down onto his throbbing cock. He bounces me lazily, using my tight hole to stroke himself while he types, one hand occasionally tugging my hair or slapping my ass like I’m nothing but his warm, wet toy.

Under the lunch table, his fingers pumping into my sloppy pussy, curling hard against that spot that makes my thighs tremble uncontrollably. I stare desperately at my untouched plate, biting my lip raw, trying not to moan while my juices coat his hand and drip down my legs.

Bent over the kitchen counter before dinner, wrists pinned behind my back, cheek pressed against the cold marble as he rails me hard. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes, my tits squished against the edge, legs shaking while he uses me like a convenient little fuckpet.

Folded up on the couch during a movie, his thick cock pounding deep, stretching me open with every rough thrust. My whimpers and gasps are swallowed by the film, pussy clenching greedily around him as I leak all over his lap.

Suddenly grabbed by the ankles in the hallway, legs wrenched wide apart as he slams into my dripping cunt without a word. Just a free use pet — pinned, spread, and fucked stupid because he felt like it, my voice breaking into pathetic moans.

At night, exhausted and sore, he still fucks me slow and deep in bed. My body is so pliant and used, every inch of me sensitive and sloppy, yet my pussy still flutters and squeezes around him like an eager little pet desperate to please.

It started so innocently that I never realized I was slowly surrendering everything to him.

Week 1

He surprised me with a beautiful black midi dress. The fabric was soft jersey knit with delicate spaghetti straps, a flattering scoop neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage, and a hem that fell modestly below my knees. It hugged my curves gently. I wore it to a nice dinner and felt sexy. A few appreciative glances, but nothing more. I thanked him with a tight hug.

Week 2

The red bodycon dress was noticeably shorter. The stretchy fabric clung tightly to my breasts and ass, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. The thin straps constantly slipped off my shoulders. On a breezy evening walk, the wind kept lifting the skirt, exposing the bottom of my ass cheeks. A man “accidentally” brushed his hand across my ass while passing. I blushed but stayed silent.

Week 3

Tiny light-wash denim shorts so short the frayed pockets hung lower than the hem, framing my ass. Paired with a sheer white babydoll blouse — completely see-through in daylight. No bra allowed. My nipples were blatantly visible. At an outdoor café on a windy afternoon, the breeze made my nipples rock hard. A stranger at the next table openly stared before reaching over to “adjust” my blouse, his fingers grazing my nipple.

Week 4

A tiny black pleated microskirt that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass, plus a cropped tank top that ended right below my tits, exposing a wide strip of bare stomach. No panties — he had officially banned them. The wind constantly flipped the skirt up. During a crowded street festival, hands grew bolder: multiple hard slaps on my bare ass, and one guy boldly cupped my pussy under the skirt for several long seconds while his friends watched and laughed.

Week 5

The outfits were now unmistakably whorish. He put me in an extremely skimpy silver metallic micro-crop top with tiny straps that barely contained my breasts. The shiny material made my nipples obscenely visible. The matching silver microskirt was even shorter than the previous one, riding up with every step. We went to the mall on a cold, air-conditioned day. My skin broke out in goosebumps, nipples painfully stiff. On the escalator, two men sandwiched me — one fingered my pussy deeply from behind while the other pulled my top down and sucked hard on both nipples, leaving them red and swollen. I came shamefully on the stranger’s fingers while my friend watched.

Week 6

Things escalated dramatically. Today’s outfit is extreme public degradation.

The top is a black micro-crop made of thin, stretchy mesh fabric with paper-thin spaghetti straps. It barely covers my nipples — the mesh is semi-sheer, so my areolas are visible even when the fabric stays in place. Any movement causes it to slip, fully exposing my tits. The bottom is a black ultra-micro pleated skirt, shorter than a belt, with a hem that sits just below my ass cheeks when standing still. The slightest breeze or step flashes my bare, smooth pussy and ass completely. I’m dripping wet before we even leave the house.

The weather is warm, sunny, and very breezy. As we step outside, the wind rushes under my tiny skirt, caressing my exposed folds and making me shiver. Sweat starts forming on my lower back and between my breasts from nerves and arousal.

At the busy outdoor café, I sit on a cold metal chair. My microskirt rides all the way up, pressing my bare ass and wet pussy directly against the seat. While we order drinks, a middle-aged man at the next table drops something under the table and spends a full minute fingering me openly — two thick fingers pumping deep inside my cunt while his thumb rubs my clit. The cool breeze on my exposed skin contrasts with the heat of his hand. I’m biting my lip, trying not to moan loudly as I soak his fingers.

In the crowded shopping mall, the strong AC makes my sweat-chilled body break out in goosebumps. My nipples are diamond-hard against the mesh top. On the escalator, three men take turns: one pushes three fingers into my dripping pussy and finger-fucks me roughly, another pulls my top completely down and slaps my tits before sucking hard on my nipples, and the third spits on my tits and rubs the spit in. I’m trembling, thighs shiny with arousal.

The food court is even worse. While my friend eats, a group of four men surrounds me. One fingers me furiously from behind, curling against my g-spot. Another has both hands under my top, mauling my tits and pinching my nipples raw. A third slaps my ass repeatedly, turning my cheeks bright red. The fourth forces two fingers into my mouth while they all laugh and call me a cheap public whore. I cum hard in front of everyone, legs shaking.

In the sunny park, the warm sun beats down on my exposed skin, making me sweat heavily. The strong wind constantly lifts my useless skirt, leaving me fully exposed. A group of men on a bench gets aggressive — one stuffs cash between my tits while groping them brutally, another bends me slightly forward and pushes his fingers deep into my ass while a third rubs my clit. Sweat and pussy juice run down my thighs as they use me like a free toy.

By evening on the busy downtown streets, the groping is nonstop. Hands are everywhere as we walk. Men pull my top down to expose my tits completely while squeezing and slapping them. Fingers invade my pussy and ass from behind. One bold stranger walks with us for two full blocks with his fingers buried deep inside me, pumping steadily while the breeze cools my dripping cunt. Another man pinches and twists my nipples so hard I whimper loudly. People stare, take photos, and some even join in.

I’ve been completely transformed.

Week after week the clothes got shorter, tighter, sheerer, and more humiliating. Week after week the touching grew bolder, rougher, and more public. Now I’m nothing but his pretty little dress-up doll — a brainless, addicted slut who gets soaking wet from being paraded around dressed like a worthless whore while strangers grope, finger, and use me freely.

My pulse is racing as I step into the exam room. The air feels colder than usual, the fluorescent lights harsher. I’ve been holding a full bladder for over three hours like the instructions said, and the ache is already making my thighs tremble. The nurse closes the door behind me with a quiet click that sounds far too final.

When the doctor enters, his white coat is crisp, but his eyes have that dark, hungry glint I’ve come to crave. He doesn’t bother with the usual polite small talk this time. He simply looks me up and down, chart in hand, and says in a low, velvet voice, “There’s my favorite patient. Full bladder, just like I ordered. Strip everything off. Gown on, then get that pretty pussy up in the stirrups. I want full access today.”

I obey, cheeks burning as I fold my clothes neatly and climb onto the table. The paper crinkles loudly beneath my bare ass. He locks the door, then wheels the exam light directly between my spread legs, bathing my exposed cunt in bright, unforgiving light. My folds are already glistening — a mix of nerves and shameful arousal.

He washes his hands slowly, deliberately, then snaps on black nitrile gloves with a loud crack. The color alone makes my stomach flutter. “Look at you,” he murmurs, stepping between my thighs. “Already dripping for this. Such a needy little thing.”

The antiseptic wipe is ice-cold and thorough. He cleans every fold, every crease, taking far longer than necessary. The sharp alcohol scent mixes with the faint musk of my wetness. He leans in close, breath warm against my inner thigh. “Gonna fill you up and empty you out today. You’re going to feel every single second of it.”

He squeezes a generous amount of thick, cool lubricant directly onto my urethra. His gloved fingertip circles the tiny hole slowly, pressing and teasing until I’m squirming in the stirrups. “Breathe,” he commands softly, but there’s nothing professional in the dark smile playing on his lips.

The catheter tip presses against me — smooth, firm, unrelenting. He doesn’t rush. He rubs it up and down my slit first, coating it in lube and my own slick, before centering it again. “Relax for me… or don’t. Either way, it’s going in.”

The push starts. A sharp, burning stretch blooms as the tube forces its way inside my tight channel. I moan loudly, gripping the edges of the table as inch after inch slides deeper. The invasion feels endless — a slow, thick glide that fills me in ways nothing else ever has. When it finally bottoms out in my bladder, I’m panting, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice rougher now. “Balloon time.” The soft click of the syringe fills the room, followed by that sudden, heavy pressure as it inflates deep inside me, locking the catheter firmly in place. I cry out at the intense fullness.

Almost immediately, my body gives in. A hot, uncontrollable rush of piss begins flowing through the tube. The sound is obscene — a steady, loud trickle filling the clear collection bag hanging off the side of the table. He watches it with dark fascination, one gloved hand pressing firmly on my lower belly, massaging in slow, possessive circles.

“Listen to that,” he growls softly. “All that warm piss pouring out of you while I watch. No control whatsoever. You’re mine to drain now.” He presses harder, forcing another powerful gush. The relief is overwhelming, humiliating, and filthy all at once. I can feel every drop leaving me through the tube buried deep in my bladder.

He keeps the catheter in while he continues the “exam.” His fingers explore my soaked folds around the tube, tugging gently on it every so often, sending sharp sparks of painful pleasure through my core. The sterile smell of latex, antiseptic, and my own arousal is thick in the air. Sweat beads on my skin under the hot exam light as he leans closer, voice low and filthy.

“Such a perfect slutty patient. Clenching around my catheter like you never want it to leave.” He slides two thick gloved fingers into my pussy alongside the tube, stretching me even more while the catheter stays lodged in my urethra. The dual fullness makes me sob with overwhelming sensation. He curls his fingers slowly, pressing against the catheter from the inside, massaging my bladder walls through my cunt.

Every movement tugs and shifts the tube. I’m shaking, moaning uncontrollably, my hips trying to rock despite the stirrups holding me open. He keeps draining me in waves, pressing on my belly whenever the bag slows, forcing more out while he watches my face with predatory satisfaction.

“You’re going to stay like this until I’m satisfied,” he tells me, dark eyes locked on mine. “I want this bag nice and full before I pull it out. And you’re going to thank me for every second of it.”

By the time he finally reaches for the syringe to deflate the balloon, I’m a wrecked, dripping mess — thighs quivering, pussy swollen and leaking around the tube. The slow withdrawal is pure torture: a long, dragging slide that leaves me gasping and clenching desperately around nothing. When it finally slips free, a warm trickle of piss and lube runs down between my ass cheeks onto the soaked paper.

He peels off the gloves slowly, watching me twitch and drip. A dark, satisfied smirk curves his lips. “You took that so beautifully. I think we’ll be scheduling these catheter sessions much more frequently from now on.”

Just seeing your name pop up in my notifications makes my pussy throb. You guys already know exactly how to mess with my head — one filthy comment, one nasty ask, and I’m instantly soaked, squeezing my thighs together like a desperate little slut.

I’m such a pathetic attention whore for it. I live for that rush. Every like, every reply, every “I want to do this to you” makes me drip and ache like crazy.

So please… don’t hold back. I need more. Flood my asks. Tell me how hard I make your cock, describe all the nasty shit you’d do to me, send me your darkest fantasies. I want it all. I’m literally sitting here touching myself just thinking about getting ruined by your words.

He dragged me into the spare room and strapped me down mercilessly on the cold metal exam table. Thick padded leather cuffs locked my wrists high above my head, stretching my arms painfully. My ankles were forced into the stirrups and cranked obscenely wide, completely exposing my shaved pussy and ass. He tilted the table so my back was arched hard, thrusting my fat tits upward like an offering. My slim waist looked even smaller and more fragile between my swollen chest and spread thighs.

“These ridiculous udders have been teasing me long enough,” he said in that cold, clinical voice as he snapped on black nitrile gloves. “Tonight we’re forcing proper lactation. By the time I’m done, these fat tits will be spraying milk at the slightest touch whether you want it or not.”

He started with brutal manual prep. His gloved hands dug into my soft, heavy breast tissue, squeezing and kneading with vicious strength. He worked from the base of each tit upward, compressing the glands over and over until they felt bruised and tight. My nipples were pinched, twisted, and pulled until they were dark red and painfully erect. I was already whimpering.

Then he brought out the heavy-duty hospital-grade breast pump. The machine was terrifying — two oversized clear acrylic cups connected to a loud, industrial motor with adjustable suction settings.

He sealed the cold rims brutally tight over my tits, the vacuum already pulling at my skin before he even turned it on. “Look at how easily these fat cow udders fill the cups. Pathetic. A tiny girl like you shouldn’t have tits this big… unless they’re meant to be milked dry.”

The moment he flipped the switch, the machine roared to life. The suction was savage. My nipples were violently sucked deep into the narrow tubes, stretching them painfully long while the powerful rhythmic pumping compressed my entire breasts again and again. It felt like my tits were being vacuumed from the inside out. Sharp burning pain mixed with deep, unwanted throbbing pleasure.

“Fuuuuck—! It’s too strong— please—!” I screamed, thrashing against the restraints as my heavy tits were pulled and distorted inside the cups.

He just laughed darkly and turned the suction higher. “Shut the fuck up, hucow. You don’t get a say. These tits exist for one reason now.”

While the machine brutally worked my breasts, he shoved a large, cold metal speculum into my cunt and cranked it open painfully wide with several loud clicks. The stretch burned. He left it locked open so I was gaping and completely exposed. Then he added a thick electrostim probe deep inside me, sending low, stinging pulses through my cervix in time with the breast pump.

I was moaning and crying like a broken patient. The combination was overwhelming — my tits being mercilessly pumped, my pussy stretched and shocked, my tiny waist heaving with every strained breath.

The pressure in my breasts kept building until it became unbearable. Then the let-down hit like a violent wave. A hot rush flooded both tits at once. I screamed as milk suddenly started spraying in powerful white streams inside the clear cups, splashing messily against the plastic. The machine sucked it all up greedily, the tubes filling with my milk. The relief was intense but the humiliation made me sob.

“That’s it, you disgusting little milk slut. Finally producing like the breeding cow you are.” He slapped my swollen, pumped-up tits hard while the machine continued its ruthless rhythm, making milk spray even harder around the seals. Thin rivers of milk ran down my ribs, over my narrow waist, and pooled on the table.

He left the pump running at maximum for nearly an hour, occasionally increasing the speed or adding more vacuum. My tits turned bright red and massively engorged, veins bulging under the skin. Every cycle of the machine made loud, wet sucking noises mixed with my broken moans and cries.

“Listen to yourself,” he mocked, pressing down on my belly while the machine drained me. “Tiny waist, huge milky udders, legs spread like a whore in a medical facility. This is what you were made for.”

I came twice from the overwhelming sensations — once from the constant electro pulses in my gaping cunt while the pump raped my tits, and again when he roughly fisted my stretched hole without warning, punching deep while the machine kept sucking me dry.

By the time he finally shut off the pump and ripped the cups away, my tits were a complete disaster — dark red, bruised, massively swollen, and still leaking in steady streams from my raw, elongated nipples. He squeezed them brutally by hand, stripping the last of the milk in hard sprays that covered my stomach and thighs.

I was shaking, crying, covered in my own milk, and still twitching from the speculum and electro. He left both devices in for a while longer just to “let me feel what I am now.”

“Every single day,” he said as he finally released me. “We’re going to hook these udders up to the machine until you’re properly conditioned. I want you engorged and leaking constantly. You’ll be my personal milk factory with this pathetic little waist and these fat, ruined tits.”

The moment the front door closed he grabbed me by the back of my neck and marched me straight to the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed face-up, shoved my legs apart roughly, and yanked my soaked panties to the side without even taking them off.

I was already aching, dripping down my thighs from the long, tense car ride. “Please… I’m sorry. I need your fingers so bad,” I whimpered, my voice small and needy as I tried spreading my legs wider for him.

He stared down at me with cold, disappointed eyes and shoved three thick fingers deep into my cunt in one brutal push. The sudden stretch made me gasp sharply, my walls fluttering and squeezing around the intrusion. God, the fullness felt so good after hours of being worked up. But that was it. He buried them to the knuckles and then… nothing. His hand stayed completely still inside me like a warm, thick toy.

“You can have my hand, brat,” he said, voice low and mean. “But I’m not moving a single fucking finger. You wanted to act like a spoiled little cunt in public all night? Now you’re going to fuck yourself stupid on my hand like the desperate, pathetic whore you are. And you don’t get any real attention until you squirt all over my palm like a disgusting little fountain. Understand?”

I nodded frantically, already grinding my hips in slow circles, trying to feel any kind of friction. My slick walls made wet, obscene squelching noises around his unmoving fingers. I could feel my juices leaking out around his hand and running down between my ass cheeks onto the sheets. My face burned with embarrassment.

He just watched me with that cruel smirk. “Pathetic. Look at you already humping my fingers like a dumb bitch in heat. Is this really how needy you are? After acting up all evening?”

It wasn’t enough. No matter how I rolled my hips, his fingers stayed rigid and still. The pressure against my walls was maddening. I reached down with trembling fingers and started rubbing my swollen clit in fast, tight circles. The added stimulation made my thighs quiver. Heat built quickly in my core, sharp and tingling.

My breathing turned into desperate little pants. “Fuck… I’m getting close—”

“Don’t you dare cum unless you’re squirting, you stupid girl. Control yourself.”

I tried. I really did. But the combination of his thick fingers stretching me and my frantic clit rubbing pushed me over the edge anyway. The first orgasm hit hard and fast. My pussy clamped down rhythmically around his still fingers as I cried out, back arching, a small spurt of wetness leaking out around his hand. It felt good but nowhere near a real squirt. My cheeks burned hotter.

“One,” he counted coldly. “Already cumming like a useless slut and you haven’t even done what I asked. Disgusting.”

I was panting, oversensitive, but still so fucking needy. I changed position, planting my feet flat on the bed and lifting my hips so I could bounce on his hand. I started fucking myself harder, dropping my weight down so his fingertips slammed against my g-spot with every thrust. The wet slapping sounds grew louder and filthier. My heavy tits bounced under my shirt with every movement. Sweat was starting to bead on my skin.

He laughed lowly. “That’s it. Ride my hand like the desperate little brat you are. Everyone could see what a whore you were tonight and now you’re destroying your own cunt just to get my attention. How fucking embarrassing.”

The second orgasm built faster. My legs started shaking uncontrollably. I rubbed my clit harder while bouncing faster, the pressure inside me growing intense. “Oh god— I’m gonna cum again— please—”

“Still not squirting? Useless.”

It crashed over me even harder than the first. I moaned loudly, almost sobbing as my pussy spasmed and fluttered around his motionless fingers. A slightly bigger gush of fluid leaked out, soaking his wrist, but it still wasn’t the proper messy squirt he demanded. My whole body trembled as the waves rolled through me.

“Two,” he said, voice dripping with disgust. “Two pathetic little orgasms and you’re still not doing what I told you. Keep going, brat. Or I’ll pull my hand out and leave you empty and dripping all night.”

I was a sweaty, whimpering mess by then. My clit was throbbing and oversensitive, my pussy sore from clenching so much, but the need was worse than ever. I spread my legs as wide as I could, tilted my pelvis, and attacked my clit with brutal, fast strokes while grinding down hard so his fingertips stayed pressed right against my g-spot. The pressure felt different this time — deeper, heavier, almost like I was going to pee.

My moans turned into loud, broken cries. “It feels so weird— I can’t hold it— fuck— I think I’m gonna—”

“That’s right, you stupid little slut. Stop fighting it. Squirt all over my hand like the messy, pathetic girl you are. Show me how sorry you are for being such a public brat.”

The third orgasm exploded through me like a dam breaking. My entire body seized up violently. My back arched so hard I almost lifted off the bed as I screamed. This time it was completely different — a powerful, hot rush of clear fluid gushed out around his fingers in strong, messy sprays. It soaked his hand, wrist, forearm, and the sheets beneath me in a big wet puddle. I kept cumming, wave after wave, squirting uncontrollably while my cunt spasmed and clenched hard around his still fingers. My vision went blurry, thighs shaking violently, loud desperate moans pouring out of me as the longest, most humiliating orgasm ripped through my body.

Only after I’d completely soaked everything did he finally curl his fingers and press hard against my g-spot, milking even more squirt out of me until I was sobbing and twitching.

When it finally ended I collapsed into a limp, drenched, panting heap. He slowly withdrew his dripping fingers and wiped them across my tear-streaked face and tits.

He folded my small body in half on the bed, ankles locked beside my head, knees spread so wide my hips screamed. My smooth, puffy pussy was already drooling all over my ass before he even started. The cool air kissed my exposed cunt and made me shiver.

He used both thumbs to brutally spread my lips apart, peeling me open like a piece of meat. “Look at this sloppy little puppy cunt… already leaking like a desperate bitch in heat. Spreading you open so you’re all exposed. I have to see what size toy you can take before I can see the bulge pushing against that tiny stomach.”

He started with a thick 8-inch realistic cock — heavy, veiny, with a fat mushroom head. The cold silicone dragged along my slit, coating itself in my sticky juices. Then he forced it in. The stretch burned immediately. My tight entrance resisted, but he just pushed harder, making me cry out in a high, pathetic whimper that melted into a long, shaky moan. “Ahhn—! It’s too thick—!”

“Shut up and take it, dumb puppy. Your cunt is made for this.” He kept feeding it deeper, inch by inch, until the bulge appeared — a clear, obscene swell rising under the soft skin of my lower belly every time he thrust. The pressure was so intense I could feel it rearranging my insides.

He switched to the real monster — a massive 10-inch dildo, thicker than my wrist, with aggressive ridges and a huge flared head. “This one’s gonna hurt, isn’t it? Good. Dumb puppy parts are made to be stretched around big toys.” He rammed the head in without mercy. The burning stretch made my eyes water and my thighs tremble violently. Every ridge scraped along my walls as he forced it deeper, the wet squelching noises loud and filthy. My pussy lips were stretched paper-thin around the girth, burning and throbbing.

“Hmm, does this one hurt? Yeah?” He laughed lowly, eyes fixed on the massive bulge distorting my tiny waist. “Look at that. My little 4’11 whore is getting her guts rearranged. Pathetic.” He started pounding me with it — long, brutal strokes that made the bulge rise and fall visibly under my skin. My heavy tits bounced wildly. Juices sprayed out around the toy with every thrust, soaking the sheets. I was moaning like a broken animal: “Hahh—! Fuck—! I feel it in my stomach— nngh—! Too deep—!”

“You’re just a set of stretched-out holes, aren’t you? Tiny waist and still taking cock bigger than your forearm. Disgusting.”

When he finally ripped the massive toy out with a loud, wet pop, my cunt stayed gaping wide open. Red. Swollen. Ruined. Cool air rushed deep inside me and I whimpered at how empty it suddenly felt.

“I’ll examine you after to watch while you clench where the toy just was.” He spread me again with rough fingers. “Look at that pathetic gape. Your fuckhole can’t even close anymore. I bet if I put my fingers on you, they’d sink right in with no pressure.”

He was right. Four thick fingers slid in effortlessly, then his thumb tucked in. His entire hand pushed inside me with almost no resistance, my stretched walls swallowing him to the wrist. The sudden fullness made me sob-moan, a broken, slutty sound.

“Fuck, you’re loose as a used-up whore already.” He formed a tight fist deep inside me. “Time to punch this worthless puppy cunt.”

Then he started fist-fucking me hard.

Slow, heavy punches at first — his fist slamming against my cervix with wet, obscene squelching sounds. Each brutal thrust made my belly bulge visibly from the inside. The pressure was overwhelming, a deep, aching pleasure-pain that made my toes curl and my vision blur. “Oh god—! You’re punching my womb— ahhnngh—!”

“That’s right, cry for me, you stupid little bitch. Feel how easily my fist wrecks you? This is all your tiny body is good for.” He sped up, fist-punching me faster and harder, knuckles grinding against my deepest spots. My juices squirted messily around his wrist with every thrust, spraying across his arm and the bed. The wet slapping sounds were constant and degrading.

My moans turned into loud, shameless screams: “Hahh—! Hah—! I’m gonna cum— please— nnghh—!” My heavy tits heaved, nipples rock hard, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he kept punching my guts.

“Cum then, you pathetic gaping puppy. Squirt all over my arm like the disgusting toy you are while I fist-fuck your ruined cunt.”

I came screaming, my whole body convulsing violently. My pussy spasmed and gushed around his fist in powerful, messy squirts as he continued punching straight through my orgasm, forcing me to stay open and take every brutal thrust. Tears ran down my face, drool slipped from my mouth, and my tiny frame shook like I was being electrocuted.

Only when I was a sobbing, twitching wreck did he slowly pull his dripping fist out. My cunt stayed wide open, a sloppy, ruined tunnel pulsing and leaking. He slapped my gaping hole hard a few times, making me jolt and whimper.

“Good little stretched puppy. Next time I’m going even bigger.”

The doctor had the room prepared like a depraved lab. The heavy gynecological chair was already reclined, thick leather straps dangling, stirrups adjusted obscenely wide. He left the door cracked open wider than last time. I could hear the waiting room murmurs right outside.

“Strip completely. Fold your clothes neatly and stand there,” he ordered. My hands trembled so badly I could barely obey. Once I was naked, he strapped me down brutally tight — wrists, forearms, thighs, and ankles locked into the stirrups until my legs were spread so wide my hips burned and my pussy was stretched open and completely vulnerable. The cool air hit my exposed cunt and asshole, making me shiver.

He snapped on black nitrile gloves and rolled his stool between my helplessly spread legs. His thick fingers pried my slick folds apart roughly.

“Oh, look at this,” he murmured, voice low and mocking. “You’re trembling so much. Don’t be afraid, my dear. I’ll try to be gentle.” That cruel smirk. “I can’t help it if I get a bit excited though.”

He started with the largest speculum I’d ever seen — cold, heavy stainless steel. He pressed the icy metal against my entrance and shoved it in with one brutal thrust. The stretch was immediate and vicious. I gasped sharply, a high-pitched whimper escaping as the cold metal forced my walls apart. He ratcheted it open click… click… click… each turn stretching me wider until I felt like I was tearing. My pussy lips were pulled taut, everything inside me pink and glistening under the bright exam light.

“Fuck—! It’s too big…” I moaned, my voice cracking.

“Quiet, patient. This is just the beginning.”

He attached a powerful clit pump next — a clear acrylic cylinder that sealed tightly over my swollen clit. He squeezed the bulb rapidly. The suction hit hard and immediate. My clit was pulled deep into the tube, swelling bigger and more sensitive with every pump until it throbbed painfully, engorged and bright red, protruding obscenely. The pressure made my hips jerk against the restraints.

While my clit was trapped and pulsing, he picked up a long, thin metal sound. He lubed it coldly and pressed the tip against my urethra. “No— wait—!” I begged, but he pushed it in slowly, the burning stretch making my eyes water. The smooth metal slid deeper into my pisshole, filling a place nothing had ever touched. Every tiny movement sent sharp, humiliating sparks through me. I let out a long, broken moan, my thighs quivering violently.

He fucked the sound in and out in shallow thrusts while shining a bright light deep into my speculum-stretched cunt.

“Such a pathetic, leaky little hole slut. Your piss slit is gripping this sound so greedily.”

I could hear footsteps right outside the cracked door. Someone paused. My heart hammered. The doctor noticed and smiled.

He added a thick, ridged anal plug next — no warmup. He forced it past my tight ring in one push. The sudden fullness made me cry out loudly, a raw “Ahhhn—!” as my asshole stretched and clenched around the invading girth. Now every hole was stuffed.

Then came the electrostim. He slid a long, flexible probe deep into my cervix through the speculum and attached pads to my swollen clit and inner thighs. The first low current hit like lightning — a buzzing, stinging pulse that made my entire pelvis contract hard. My back arched against the straps.

“Nngh—! Oh god— it’s buzzing inside me— fuck—!” I moaned, drooling slightly.

He turned it up. Sharp electric shocks zapped my cervix in rhythm while he started the fucking machine. A thick, veiny dildo attached to the mechanical arm slammed into my speculum-held cunt. The relentless mechanical pounding mixed with the urethral sound, the anal plug, the clit vacuum, and the electro pulses turned me into a twitching, overstimulated mess.

My moans grew louder and more desperate. “Hah—! Hahh—! Too much— I can’t— ahhnngh—!” Every thrust of the machine made wet, obscene squelching sounds echo in the room. My juices were dripping down my ass, coating the plug and the table.

The doctor leaned in close, pinching and twisting my painfully swollen clit inside the pump. “Listen to yourself, you disgusting little experiment. Moaning like a bitch in heat while the entire hallway can hear you. Your cunt is gushing all over my equipment. Such a perfect medical fucktoy.”

He increased the fucking machine speed and cranked the electricity higher. My whole body started convulsing. Sharp electric tingles shot through my core while the huge dildo battered my cervix and the sound stretched my urethra with every thrust. The pressure in my clit was unbearable.

“I’m— I’m gonna— oh fuck— please—!” I screamed, voice breaking into high, shameless wails.

“Cum, whore. Squirt for the doctor while everyone listens to what a pathetic, broken patient you are.”

The orgasm crashed through me like a violent wave. My cunt clamped down hard around the pounding dildo, squirting in messy, powerful arcs that sprayed over the doctor’s gloves and the floor. I screamed loud enough that I’m sure people heard — raw, guttural moans mixed with sobs as the machines and currents forced me through wave after wave. My asshole clenched around the plug, my pisshole fluttered around the sound, and my clit felt like it was exploding inside the vacuum.

I kept cumming, shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face, drool on my chin, every muscle locked and twitching.

The doctor didn’t stop until I was a limp, whimpering wreck. Only then did he slowly deflate the clit pump, remove the sound with a wet pop, switch off the electro, and withdraw the massive speculum. My cunt stayed gaping open for a long moment, red, swollen, and ruined, twitching visibly. He took several close-up photos “for the medical record.”

He gave my abused, dripping pussy a hard slap that made me jolt and whimper weakly.

“Good girl. Next session we’re adding catheter play, nipple injections for sensitivity, and I’ll have two residents observe while we test the new endoscopic camera deep inside you. I want them to see exactly how many times we can force this sloppy body to break.”

honestly though… i’ve been checking my notifications and seeing all you filthy daddies stalking my profile, liking my old shit from months ago, just sitting there refreshing my page like desperate pervs. every single time i catch another one of you lurking, my pussy gets instantly soaked. like dripping wet, thighs pressing together, can’t even focus kind of wet.

i love it. i love knowing you’re out there stroking your cocks to my pics, getting worked up over a lazy little slut who barely posts. it’s pathetic and it turns me on so much. i’ve been touching my wet cunt thinking about how badly you want to use me while i tease you for being such horny stalkers.

He was tall, calm, and smiled at me like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. “Don’t be nervous, princess. Your parents aren’t here, so I’m going to take such good care of you today.” His voice was low and warm, sending little shivers down my spine.

He started with my legs. His big, warm hands rested on my knees, then slowly slid upward, rubbing firm circles along my bare thighs. His thumbs pressed into the soft flesh, kneading gently but possessively, spreading my legs wider without asking. The heat of his palms made my skin tingle. Every stroke went higher, pushing the gown up until cool air kissed my already damp pussy.

“You’re so cute when you squirm like that,” he murmured, eyes locked between my legs. “Look at this pretty little princess cunt… already getting wet for me.”

One thick finger dragged slowly up my slit, parting my slick folds with a wet sound that made my face burn. I could hear how soaked I was. He circled my swollen clit with the pad of his finger—slow, slippery, perfect pressure that made my hips jerk and my breath hitch. The sensation was overwhelming: warm, slick friction right on that sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks shooting through my belly.

“This is the best medicine for what’s making you feel sick,” he cooed, sliding two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burned so good. I gasped sharply as my tight walls clenched around the sudden fullness. He pushed deeper, curling his fingers against that spongy spot inside that made my toes curl and my eyes flutter. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet room, my juices dripping down his wrist and soaking the paper beneath me.

He kept rubbing my clit with his thumb in tight, fast circles while his fingers fucked me harder, faster. The dual sensation was filthy and perfect—relentless pressure on my clit, deep strokes hitting every sensitive inch inside me. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably around his arm. I could smell my own arousal in the air, sweet and musky.

“Good girl… let it happen. Cum on doctor’s fingers like the needy little patient you are.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave. My back arched hard off the table, pussy spasming and gushing around his thrusting fingers. I cried out, thighs clamping down as pleasure crashed through me in hot, pulsing waves. He didn’t stop, milking every last tremor until I was a trembling, whimpering mess.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, they were shiny and dripping with my cum. He brought them to my lips, eyes dark with lust.

“Open up, princess. Taste how much better you’re already getting…”

Down below, the sheer tights hugged my bare pussy so tightly it was almost obscene. Every step made the material rub against my clit, and I was already getting wet just thinking about how pissed off and horny Daddy would get when he saw me.

I strutted into the living room like I owned the place, tits bouncing freely under the tank top, ass on full display in those see-through tights. I “innocently” bent over to pick something up, knowing full well my soaked cunt was outlined perfectly through the fabric.

He lost it almost immediately.

“You stupid fucking brat,” he snarled, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back hard. “Walking around my house dressed like a cheap whore again? No bra, no panties… you really are a brainless attention-seeking cumrag, aren’t you?”

I smirked up at him even as my pussy throbbed. “Maybe I just forgot, Daddy~”

That earned me a hard slap across the face and being shoved face-down over the arm of the couch. My heavy tits spilled out as he ripped the tank top down, nipples scraping against the rough fabric of the couch. Then his hand came down on my ass — loud, stinging spanks that made the sheer tights do nothing to soften the burn. Each smack sent heat blooming across my skin and straight to my dripping cunt.

“Forgot? You’re dripping down your thighs, you pathetic little whore. Look at this sloppy cunt.”

He tore a hole right in the crotch of my tights, the cool air hitting my soaked folds. I whimpered but couldn’t stop my hips from pushing back like a needy bitch. He slapped my bare pussy hard, over and over, making wet, filthy sounds as my juices splattered. The sting mixed with pleasure until I was moaning like a broken slut.

“Such a disgusting fuckpig,” he growled, slamming his thick cock into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out as he stretched me open, pounding me so deep and mercilessly that my tits swung wildly and my face was pressed into the couch. The torn tights rubbed roughly against my thighs with every savage stroke, the wet squelching of my cunt filling the room.

I tried to be bratty between moans: “Is that all you’ve got, Daddy? I thought you were going to punish me properly…”

Wrong answer.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my legs wide open. Then he fucked me even harder, choking me, slapping my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples until I was sobbing.

“You don’t get to talk back, you worthless toy. You’re just holes. A brainless, cock-hungry cumdump who dresses like a whore because you need to be used and broken.”

He spit on my tits and smeared it around while railing me, calling me every filthy name — stupid slut, pathetic bitch, free-use fleshlight, disgusting whore. My pussy clenched around him the whole time, betraying how much I loved it.

When he finally came, he buried himself deep and pumped me full, thick loads leaking out around his cock and soaking into my ruined tights. But he wasn’t done. He dragged me to my knees and forced his messy cock down my throat.

“Clean your mess, brat. Taste how pathetic you are.”

I sucked him eagerly, tears running down my face, mascara ruined, while he stroked my hair and kept degrading me. By the end I was a trembling, cum-dripping mess — tits out, tights torn open, his cum running down my thighs and chin.

“Deep breaths, patient,” he says calmly. “This is going to feel… intense.”

It begins with my lips.

The first needle presses against my upper lip — a sharp, icy pinch that quickly blooms into burning heat as he slowly depresses the plunger. Thick, warm fluid floods the soft tissue. I can feel it spreading, inflating, the pressure building like my lip is being pumped full of liquid silicone. A wet, squelching sensation accompanies every millimeter of growth. My upper lip swells dramatically, becoming obscenely plump and glossy, so heavy it pulls downward. The sting turns into throbbing heat that makes my clit pulse in sympathy. He moves to the lower lip and repeats the process. The second injection is even deeper. I moan loudly, the sound already higher and breathier, as both lips balloon into massive, cock-sucking pillows — shiny, tingling, hypersensitive. Every tiny movement of air across them feels electric. I can taste the faint sweetness of the serum leaking onto my tongue.

“Perfect fuckdoll lips,” the doctor murmurs, pressing a gloved thumb against them. The pressure makes me whimper and drool.

Next are my breasts.

He swabs my chest with cold alcohol that makes my skin prickle. Two long, thick needles sink into the upper slope of each breast, right above the nipples. The initial sting is sharp and deep, but then the serum begins to flow — slow, viscous, and scalding hot. I cry out as my tits start expanding. The flesh stretches audibly, a tight, burning pull that borders on pain and pleasure. Heavy, throbbing weight builds rapidly. My breasts swell rounder, faker, ballooning outward into massive, overfilled orbs that jiggle and sway with every ragged breath. The skin grows shiny and taut, veins faintly visible beneath the surface. My nipples harden into thick, aching peaks, so sensitive that the brush of the doctor’s sleeve against one sends a lightning bolt straight to my dripping cunt. He keeps injecting, pushing more and more until my new tits are enormous, pornstar-sized, resting heavily on my ribcage and spilling to the sides. They feel hot, full, and impossibly sensitive — every heartbeat makes them throb.

He flicks both swollen nipples hard and I scream in ecstasy, a gush of slick running down my ass.

My hips and ass come next.

He unstraps me and flips me onto my stomach, ass raised high. The cold swab on my cheeks makes me shiver. Then the deep, brutal sting as long needles plunge into each glute. The serum floods in — thick, burning, spreading like molten lava through my ass cheeks. I can hear the flesh inflating: soft, wet stretching sounds as my ass balloons into two massive, heart-shaped bubbles of soft, jiggly fat. The weight is immediate and obscene. My hips crack wider with audible pops as he injects more serum into the bones and outer thighs. The pressure is overwhelming, a deep, pleasurable ache that makes my pussy clench and leak onto the chair. He spreads my cheeks wide, exposing my tight hole, and slides one final syringe right beside it. The needle sinks in deep and the hot serum rushes straight into the sensitive tissue. I feel my ass grow even plumper, the skin stretching tight and shiny while my hole twitches and flutters from the overwhelming sensation.

My waist is last — a series of precise, stinging injections along my sides. The serum melts away everything unnecessary, cinching me in dramatically. I feel my body reshaping into an exaggerated hourglass, the contrast between my tiny waist and massive tits and ass making me look like a cartoonish fucktoy.

By now my platinum hair has cascaded down my back in thick, glossy waves that smell like sweet strawberries and vanilla. It brushes against my hypersensitive skin with every tiny movement, sending shivers through me.

The mental effects hit hardest.

The serum is working on my brain. Everything feels fuzzy, warm, and pink. Complex thoughts dissolve into sparkly static. Intelligence drains away with every throb of my swollen, injected body. My reflection in the mirror shows a brainless, overinflated medical bimbo: massive shiny tits, ridiculously plump glossy lips parted in a vacant “o”, enormous jiggling ass, tiny cinched waist, and wide, glassy doll eyes.

I’m drooling.

I drop to my knees on the cold exam room floor, massive tits bouncing heavily, ass rippling with the motion. My fingers plunge between my soaked, puffy folds — slick, hot, and obscenely wet — and I fuck myself desperately. The wet squelching sounds fill the room as I moan in my new high-pitched, girly voice:

“Like… oh my gawd… my injected tits feel so fucking full and heavy… my lips are so puffy and slutty… my ass is so big and jiggly… I’m just a dumb, brainless medical bimbo fucktoy now… Please use me~”