…INITIALIZING DOLLIFICATION PROGRAM…

that’s not YOUR body!

it’s MY body, you’re just wearing it.

All I do for the first day is beg then to let me go, that I'm not supposed to be here. But I am. Because I'm the test subject.

It takes less than a week for the days to blur together. All I remember is being dragged from room to room by scientists, naked and with no way of getting away from the monsters. So it's tentacles in each hole one hour, a double dicked creature pounding me the next, being forced open on a cock thats practically bigger than me the next, and so on and so on...

Instead of being inseminated in a hospital, the monster fucks load after load into your fat pussy, insuring you’ll be swollen with their baby/babies by the end of it.

At first you did it to help monsters out, but now you do it because you just love the feeling of a monster cock stretching you out and filling you with its hot cum until you’re close to bursting. It’s almost worth the differing amount of time it takes to grow and then birth their child.

But honestly… you love it. You enjoy being pampered and spoiled by the monsters during your pregnancy, their instincts screaming at them to protect you and keep you to themself.

They always end up fucking you over and over, wanting to keep you on their cocks while you’re pregnant, feeding you right and keeping you full of cum~

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

You’re in utter disbelief that someone would actually deny an orgasm.

Then comes the anger and frustration. How dare someone try to keep you from your orgasm! Perhaps some attitude will need correcting at this stage.

Soon you’ll be begging. Bartering. Negotiating. Trying anything to prove that you deserve that orgasm.

Maybe you’ll cry when you finally realize that it’s truly out of your control. You have no influence. Your body and its pleasure are no longer a priority or even relevant to the conversation.

And when kept denied, you’ll realize: you’re better without an orgasm. You’re a better sub, better plaything, better toy. You’re more obedient. Your partner knows what you need better than you, and you realize they were right: you don’t need to orgasm.

Then the addiction starts.

The neediness in your body settles as a new default state of being… you would feel empty without it. Directionless.

you are being manipulated.

you are being controlled.

you are becoming what someone else wants you to be, more and more each day.

you couldn't stop it if you wanted to.

you can't imagine ever wanting to.

(CW: cnc, puppy/petplay, dehumanization, degradation, anal training, painal, sounding, overstimulation, total power exchange)

“Up,” Miss commands, patting first the couch, then her velvet-skirted lap. “Up, puppy, come on!”

The puppy whines through its muzzle gag, cheeks flaming. It’s new to the house, and Miss has barely started on its training yet. It still gets embarrassed, being treated like a dog. It’s learned to eat and drink from its bowls on the floor, and to sleep in its cage at night or when Miss is out, but it still has trouble remembering to stay off the furniture and not to speak unless asked a direct question. It has lots of bright red welts across its skin from all the times Miss has had to remind it.

“I *said*, up,” Miss purrs dangerously. “If I have to ask you again, you won’t like what happens.”

The puppy hangs its head, but climbs up into Miss’ lap, following her hands, laying facedown over her lap, its caged puppyparts nestled between her velvet-clad thighs.

“Good puppy,” Miss says, running her hand over her pet’s cute rump. Its tail plug twitches—at the words or her touch, she’s not sure—and she strokes the puppy’s rump again. Another adorable wiggle. “Do you want to play with me today, puppy?”

The pet hesitates. It knows the right answer, but it’s still embarrassed to ask for it. Eventually, it nods, burying its muzzled face in the sofa cushions.

Miss smiles, stroking her pet’s head fondly. “Good puppy. Hold still for me now, okay? I want you to count in your head, and when I take your muzzle off, you’re going to tell me how many you took. If you get the answer right, I’ll let you out of your cage to cum tonight.”

The puppy whimpers and nods desperate assent, already bracing, muscles quivering.

The first stroke of the paddle is clearly more loud than painful, but the puppy still jumps when it hits, driving the tail plug a little deeper into it for a moment. On the fifth stroke, it yelps. By the tenth, it’s whimpering, ass red. By the twentieth, it’s sobbing, whole body taut and trembling. By the thirtieth, its rump is starting to purple in places, and the puppy is weeping messily through its gag. By the fiftieth, the puppy is screaming outright, jerking with every blow.

Miss stops on an odd number, just to make sure the puppy’s answer isn’t a guess. “How many?” she asks, laying the paddle aside and unbuckling the puppy’s muzzle. “How many did you take for me, pet?”

The puppy whimpers, not looking at its owner. “Lost count at sixty-eight,” it admits.

Miss grimaces. “Not quite right, but I think you know that.” She doesn’t scold, just moves on. “Sip of water—“she pours a couple splashes into the puppy’s mouth, “and open.” Miss pushes a thick anal plug into the puppy’s mouth for it to drool all over, much bigger than its tail plug.

The puppy yelps around the plug in its mouth when Miss tugs on its tail—its whole bottom must be very painful. It wriggles and pants a little, obviously struggling not to resist the agonizing attention, as Miss plays with its tail, tugging at it, not quite taking it out, pushing it deep again, watching the little plug slip back inside between the puppy’s trembling, purpled cheeks.

The puppy moans when Miss takes the tail plug out entirely, leaving its puppycunt empty.

“This looks really good on you, puppy, but I need to keep you nice and healthy, and since you couldn’t keep count, I can’t let you out of your cage,” she says, faux-apologetic. “I know it hurts when you’ve been caged this long, but I’ll only edge you a dozen times or so tonight, I promise. I just need to make sure you cum yourself out, and since you have to stay in your cage, the best way to do that is to just get you all edged up before I milk your puppy parts, yknow?”

The puppy lets out a sound like a sob and clutches at the couch cushions, nodding miserably.

Miss spits onto the puppy’s puckered hole, then pushes a finger through the slick and deep inside. The puppy shudders when Miss finds the spot she’s looking for and rubs her finger over it.

“Good pet,” Miss coos, pressing firmly against the puppy’s secret spot and making its caged puppy parts twitch with pleasure. “I think you’re ready to size up, don’t you?”

She’s not really asking, of course; she just takes the larger plug out of the puppy’s mouth and begins rubbing the slick tip against its puppycunt. The puppy barely cries out when Miss forces it inside, just shrieks quietly and kicks its legs desperately for a moment before going quiveringly still.

Miss can feel her pet’s puppy parts swelling in their cage, beginning to dampen her velvet skirt. “Do you like that?” she teases her pet, wiggling the base of the plug a little, drumming her fingers against it. “Or do just like knowing what comes next? Roll over, pet.”

The puppy rolls over, face up in Miss’ lap. Its puppy parts are swollen, flesh bright red against the silver steel of its cage.

Miss spits, letting it drip onto the angry red tip of her pet’s puppy parts before beginning to rub it in with her fingers. The puppy pants, open-mouthed and squirming.

Miss begins to bounce her knee, making the thick plug wiggle in and out of her pet’s tight puppycunt, rubbing its bruised rump against the rough softness of her velvet lap. “Your parts look so cute in that little cage, puppy,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss the tip. The puppy parts twitch against her lips and the metal of the cage, leaking a little. “I can’t wait to take you down another size.”

The puppy moans when Miss licks its puppy parts, dragging her tongue over just the tip before sucking the whole cage into her mouth. The puppy’s parts leak a little on her tongue, bitter and salty.

Miss sucks until the puppy starts crying, hips jerking involuntarily as it tries to fight the urge to get away from the overstimulation.

Miss hits a discreet button on the base of the plug and the puppy whines, high and desperate, as the plug begins to vibrate inside its puppycunt.

Miss is as good as her word, edging the puppy between her mouth and the toy only a dozen times before rolling the puppy back over and nestling its swollen, drippy puppy parts in their cage onto a vibrator held between her velvet-covered knees. “Don’t cum til I tell you, puppy,” Miss warns, voice sweet enough to be scary. “No begging with words, either, or you’ll wear the sounding cage for a week.”

The puppy shudders—it *hates* the sounding cage, and cries hysterically every time Miss threads the sound into her pet’s tiniest hole, even when she’s nice enough to use lube. Last time, Miss had to strap the puppy down and muzzle it to get the sounding cage on, her pet screamed and struggled so much. But it had cum around it anyway, in the end, because for all its shyness and fluttering, it *is* learning to obey.

“I know, pet, I know,” Miss soothes, stroking her pet’s bruised ass. “So don’t cum til I tell you, okay?” She raps once, hard, on the base of the plug nestled in her pet’s puppycunt.

The puppy whines when Miss pulls its plug out, but the noise it makes when Miss replaces the plug with a long, ridged dildo is one of pure pleasure. Pleasure quickly turns to desperation as Miss turns on the vibe between her knees and begins to fuck her pet with the dildo, angling it perfectly against the secret spot deep inside its puppycunt.

“Don’t cum yet,” Miss warns sweetly, fucking her pet’s puppycunt mercilessly hard with the toy while the vibe buzzes against its swollen puppy parts. “Don’t you dare cum yet, puppy. Hold it for me.”

The puppy whines, its whole body shaking as it struggles to obey despite the stimuli. Miss watches her pet tremble and shudder, writhing under her touch, and feels how wet her own pussy is getting.

“Not yet,” Miss says, slowing her strokes in and out of her pet’s hole. “Hold it for me, hold it.”

The puppy is right on the edge of having to disobey her, Miss can tell—its puppy parts have already left a wet spot on her lap, and it can’t seem to quite catch its breath between incoherent whimpers.

“I think I’m going to put you in the sounding cage anyway,” Miss muses, idle tone at odds with the brutal thrusts of her toy inside her pet’s puppycunt. “I want to be able to finger both your holes.”

The puppy sobs helplessly into the couch and cums through its cage, wet warmth gushing over Miss’ velvet skirt, soaking it. She doesn’t let up with the dildo or turn off the vibe between her thighs, just sighs, “Oh, puppy, you shouldn’t have done that.”

Miss fucks the puppy’s hole harder as it cums, tight little puppycunt twitching helplessly as the stimulation becomes too much. It starts whimpering, hips jerking away, but Miss just spits on the puppy’s hole every now and then to slick it up a little more and keeps going until the puppy screams and cums again.

Miss slows her thrusts with the dildo, nestling it deep in her pet’s puppycunt and watching the hole spasm around it while the vibe buzzes away on its sticky puppy parts.

“Mmm, might as well clear the pipes before I get the sounding cage on you, huh, puppy?” she teases wickedly. “Cum again for me, pet.” She speeds up her thrusting hand again, hammering at the puppy’s secret spot until it cries out and spurts a little more wetness through its cage into the puddle on Miss’ lap.

Miss pulls out the dildo and watches the puppy’s hole gape and twitch around empty air, slick and swollen.

“You’re gonna be so cute, with three of my fingers in my puppycunt and your sweet little hole stretched tight around my pinky,” Miss muses, stroking a finger around the gaping puppycunt. “I’ve never heard you scream as pretty as when I’m sounding you. Cum again, puppy,” she orders abruptly, slipping her index finger into its closing puppycunt. “You scream too pretty not to like it, don’t lie to me.”

The puppy shudders violently, its puppy parts twitching in their cage against the wet fabric of Miss’ lap. “No, *please*,” it begs, voice hoarse from disuse. “Please don’t, it hurts so much.”

Miss giggles, low and evil. “Oh, puppy, words are for people, you know better! Sounding cage *and* punishment plug tonight, I see…”

The puppy goes slack with defeat. It hates the punishment plug—an open ring that keeps its puppycunt wide open for Miss to spit or piss or drip drugs into—if not quite as much as it hates the sounding cage. It just isn’t used to having its holes held open and ready to play with all the time yet; it will be eventually, of course. The other house pets are more than used to it: it’s their way of life, and they love it.

The puppy barely groans when Miss slides the punishment plug into its puppycunt, the ring leaving an inch-wide open window into its hole. It hides its face when Miss turns it over, though, its bruised rump squelching against Miss’ wet lap. It’s puppy parts are soft and floppy in their cage, but Miss sucks them into her mouth anyway, half to hear her pet’s soft noises of pleasure for a moment, half to suck a little too hard and hear her puppy bark.

When her puppy’s parts are sucked clean and the puppy is close to bucking her off with its involuntary spasms, Miss takes the cage off and sets it aside, taking the sounding cage from its spot on the tea tray beside the couch.

The puppy pleads with its eyes when Miss brings the cage close, but Miss shakes her head, cooing with fake sympathy. “Poor puppy, I know. I know; it hurts, doesn’t it? Every time.” She nods earnestly along with her pet when it nods. “That’s okay, puppy, it’s all okay,” she soothes, voice gentle. “I really like that, actually,” Miss admits, her sweet smile widening into a grin. “The way you cry every single time I put anything into your peehole just makes me certain I need to train it into another wet little puppycunt for me to fuck, you know?” Miss kisses the puppy’s soft parts, her wicked tongue darting out to lick at the hole in question.

The puppy groans from behind its hands, shaking its head violently back and forth.

Miss giggles. “It’s so cute that you think you have a say in how I use your holes. Now hold nice and still for me, puppy, or this will hurt a lot worse.”

Miss drips some lube down the sounding bar, smearing it evenly with her fingers until the sound gleams.

The puppy sobs almost silently as the tip of the sound slides into its puppy parts. The sobs quickly escalate to high-pitched whimpering when Miss works it deeper, squeezing and rolling the flesh of pet’s puppy parts around the cool metal.

“Breathe for me, puppy,” Miss cajoles, petting the puppy’s thighs. “Someday, you’re going to beg me to fuck this hole, you know. You’re going to realize it lubes itself up with precum just for that purpose, and having me buried inside it will feel so *good* once you’re used to the stretch, I promise.” She taps the sounding rod, making it wiggle, and the puppy jerks, crying so prettily. “Deep breath, puppy, little pinch.”

It’s a big pinch, of course, as the sound goes in deep, and the puppy screams long and loud while Miss works it all the way in.

“Shhh, puppy, I know it hurts, you don’t have to be so noisy,” she soothes, petting the puppy’s thigh gently. “I’m not even going to fuck this hole today, pet, just training it open a little; I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss.”

The puppy’s noises only get more pained and desperate as Miss seats the sound all the way, nothing but the flared base with the horizontal hole in it sticking out.

Eyes wild, the puppy begs once more, “Miss, don’t do it, *please*. Please just take it out.”

The puppy shrieks when Miss actually does what it asks, pulling the sound all the way out in one long, smooth motion. A little gush of cum follows the steel rod out, dripping out onto the puppy’s belly.

Miss scoops up the drip on her fingers and holds it up for the puppy to lick. It does so, sucking her finger into its mouth and licking it clean, enthusiastically grateful for the removal of the sound despite the pain.

The puppy bursts into tears when Miss withdraws her fingers and uses them to spread another coating of lube on the sound. “No,” it begs again, “please, Miss, no, no, nonononono—“ its words are cut off as Miss slaps it across the face.

“Hush,” Miss says, arching one eyebrow. “This would already be done and your cage would be on if you didn’t forget yourself and use people words. Now, hold still and don’t give me a reason to take it out again, because even if I do, it’s going in and staying in before I let you up.”

The puppy weeps openly while Miss threads the sound into its puppy parts again, massaging the soft flesh around it until the sound is seated in place.

“Want to try begging with words again?” Miss taunts, twisting the sound until the hole at the base is seated in the right direction. “See if I’ll take it out and put it in a third time, this time without lube?”

The puppy shakes its head mutely, tears streaking its face. It’s learning, then.

Miss slips the cage on, threading the locking bar through the hole on the base of the sound to keep it locked into place buried in the puppy’s parts.

When the cage is seated and locked, Miss kisses the tip sweetly, relishing the puppy’s flinch and whimper when she touches its sore parts. “I had been planning to just put you in the next smallest compression cage tonight,” Miss confesses. “But how much you hated the idea of the sounding cage made it very clear that you still thought this hole was yours.” She taps the cage, not very gently, and the puppy groans. “It’s not. You understand that now, right, pet? All of your holes are mine. Every single millimeter of your pretty fucktoy body is mine, and I’m going to play with it however I want.” She kisses the cage again. “Now, get down, it’s time to clean up your mess.”

She shoves; the puppy yelps when it hits the floor.

Miss giggles. “You’re so cute! Quit messing around, puppy, get over here.”

The puppy barely hesitates when Miss presses its teary face into the cum-soaked velvet of her lap—it only takes a moment before its wet little tongue darts out and begins to lick the gooey fabric clean.

When her skirt is clean, Miss pulls it up to bare her thighs, spreading them in front of her pet’s face. “Keep going,” she instructs, one guiding hand on the puppy’s head. “You know what to do.”

The puppy licks and sucks diligently at the folds of Miss’ cunt through her panties, tasting her juices through the fabric.

Prompts: brainmelt image, dollification, brainwashing, drugging, and ur doll dreamworld fantasy world thing with the extended cnc brainwashed dolls - bonus points for gender neutral doll candidate pre-dollification

CW: CNC, genderbending, brainwashing, painplay, ageplay, sexual drug use (unspecified aphrodisiac,) descriptions of various living dolls engaging in filthy scenarios

it feels so good when you rub your princess parts, doesn’t it, angel?

touching myself is dirty, only Mommy can touch me there

don’t you wanna play with them, angel?

touching myself is dirty, only Mommy can touch me there