Layered Big-Titted Doll

From early morning, I saw the "suit of the day" by my bed.

It was: my mother's office heels, shiny bronze pantyhose, my mother's familiar thong, a bra and shapewear (which started it all and which I stole from my mother before she even knew about me). A tight petticoat and something new - also similar to Rago lingerie - shapewear shorts that had padding on the hips and butt.

Mom stood nearby. She was dressed for work: high heels, black tights, a tight black skirt, and a satin blouse. Looking at her, I knew deep down that I didn't have a chance to resist such feminine energy in the house.

"You have half an hour to shower and put this all on—otherwise you'll regret it." I knew she wasn't bluffing and could be cruel and considering how she was dressed, she was most likely in a hurry, so I accepted her order.

After getting out of the shower, I started getting dressed, feeling the tightness increase with each item I put on. Mom's bra held my large, heavy breasts, and Mom's thong greedily dug into my ass beneath the nylon. The shapewear squeezed my body, and these new shorts gave my hips and butt a visual and actual increase in size. The petticoat hugged my new curves, and when I put on Mom's office heels, I realized my ass really did look bigger.

Mom walked into the room, holding an armbinder, a blue hood, a collar, a zip-lock bag with shackles, and a bag full of panties.

"Okay” - she said, grabbing me, and the next moment, the armbinder was tightly cinched around my arms and shoulders, making my tits stick out even more and my arms go numb. My legs were cuffed, and I was pushed onto the couch—I knew what would happen next—makeup. Once she was done, she began mercilessly stuffing pairs of panties into my mouth, one after another. This time, there were six before I started choking and she stopped. My cheeks bulged like a hamster's. The creaking of tape diluted the moaning sounds in the room as she wrapped them around my mouth. When she finished, she put this tight blue latex hood on my head, and then a wide metal collar on my neck, which was immediately locked with a padlock at the back.

No matter how many times this happened, I was still frightened by the skill and desire with which she did it. I see a sparkle in her eyes, some kind of dark pleasure, and I haven't felt any awkwardness in her doing this to me for a long time now. It's truly frightening, because I still feel awkward sometimes.

"Alright, we're done, Big Tits, let's go to the other room.” - she lifted me up and I started walking clumsy, my tits bouncy in her lace bra and the chains on my legs clinking. "Move that fat ass of yours, slut, it's really fat now!" - With a wicked grin, she slapped my ass and pushed me out of the room.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw people passing by through the window—on errands, to work, to visit friends and family—and I felt a little sad because I was deprived of that. Instead, my perverted mother, having learned of my perverted behavior, was leading me down the hallway, pushing me forward while her lingerie dug into my body. I instinctively stopped, looking out the window, for which I immediately received another painful slap on the butt.

"Oh, you'll still have time to stand by the window, slut, now go ahead!"

She led me to the room, and when I entered, I saw a huge numbers of bras on the bed, even more shapewear (thongs, bodysuits, garter belts), a corset, and stockings. I let out a muffled moan into my gag and backed away, but Mom pushed me onto the couch, and I fell onto it all.

"You know, I've been studying everything about you in detail, everything you've written on your page, your thoughts, everything you've done. This has dispelled my last doubts about you; you really are just doll material, which I essentially created. I'm intrigued by your attempts at layering lingerie—let's try this for real, when you're really packed in and can't free yourself, and we'll see what happens."

"Hmm, the shackles will have to be removed, as well as the heels, until we completely pack you up, don't even dare squirm!"

She began to put shapewear on me, layer after layer. Knee-length shapewear pantaloons, a matching corset bra of the same color, two bodysuits, one of which had garters—the stockings were immediately put on and fastened. Then a shapewear thong on top, and then another shapewear corset with garters; this corset was black and pink—that's why the stockings were black. The last part of this package was a tight black corset, which she mercilessly tightened on me. I felt an insane pressure and my breathing was heavy, she noticed it.

"Oh, what is it? Now this is all for real, Big Tits!" - she said, shackling my legs again and putting on heels.

I squirmed slightly and tried to catch my breath, but she continued. "Now, bras, I think six will be enough for you, one bra from each girl!" She began putting on bra after bra, unbuckling the straps so she wouldn't have to take off my armbinder and then fastening the straps back on me.

"Moan, slut, you should be glad, every one of these bras has been on other girls' tits! Even without these layers, the bra you were wearing used to support my tits, and the thong used to dig into my ass, isn't that what you wanted all along?"

I groaned in shame and tightness and squirmed, earning her a sneer.

“It’s too late, you stupid slut, you’re completely packed. Do you know what’s worst for you? Now I’m going to take photos, which you’ll then post on your page, because no matter how tight, humiliating, and difficult it is, you’ll still talk about it, simply because you’re used to doing it. And oh God, how I’ll enjoy reading the comments later, if there are any. After the photos, I’ll be gone for the whole day, so you’ll really feel the full tightness of these layers. Suck on your juicy, thick gag, shake your layered, huge, heavy tits, because you’re simply a fetish toy and I won’t let you go. You should be grateful that I’m taking care of you while your Mistress often has to leave on business. Now enjoy, you packed, stupid slut!”

God, that was incredibly long and difficult..

At first glance, this is a very "ordinary" photo of me, of which there are many here. Many of them were taken by my Mistress/Mom and show the results of their influence on me, their efforts to turn me into their toy, fetish object, big-titted doll, etc.

Some very old photos show my ex-girlfriend and her influence on me, but this photo is a completely different story. This photo is from the period when my Mother didn't know about me, and the Mistress was only taking her first steps in her role.

This photo was taken by a girl I met online in a group and chatted with closely for a while. We discussed a lot, exchanged photos, and at one point she suggested meeting in person. She didn't hide her interest, she was obsessed with huge gags, and at that time I was looking for new acquaintances.

And here she is at my house, and here she is tightening the tight, merciless ropes on me, so that my hands go numb and the current armbinder seems less tight. My mouth is stretched apart by a huge gag made of her panties (that was her condition). My fists are tightly wrapped in vetwrap, and the collar securely holds my head, not allowing it to turn.

I look at her, surprised and a little scared, as she takes this photo. Little did I know that I had almost an hour of intense spanking ahead of me. (Ironically, it's become somewhat of a routine now.) After this - She smiled and teased me about my huge tits while massaging them.

Six pairs of panties are stuffed into my mouth—Mistress's panties, Mom's panties, the panties of Mistress's older sister, and the panties of other girls who "kindly" sold their panties on a local used clothing store. This gag knows no mercy, making me moan pitifully and helplessly. Due to the number of panties in my mouth, saliva quickly accumulates and soaks the stuffing of the humiliating gag, causing the gag to swell, forcing me to suck greedily to avoid choking.

And every time it’s incredibly humiliating and every time I see this pleasure in their eyes…

The latex hood fits tightly around my head like a second skin, leaving my gagged and make-up face exposed. Both Mistress and Mommy love to stroke my head in this hood while they drowning my face in their enormous breasts. And this wide metal collar holds my head so tightly that to turn my head, I have to turn my entire body; otherwise, it's impossible. It always slightly suffocates me, and this constant feeling of pressure keeps me aware of my status. Not to mention, it prevents any attempt to "save" my face from Mommy or Mistress's large breasts. And yes, it's always locked with a padlock.

The tight armbinder mercilessly squeezes my arms, forcing me to push my huge, heavy tits out even further. God, no matter how long I've been with these tits, their weight is something I can't ignore. They bounce with every movement, jiggling and making me feel incredibly clumsy. And Mom's lace bra, fastened with the last hooks, holds them in perfectly.

Mom says a busty slut like me simply needs a sturdy, large bra with excellent support and wide straps. And this bra does the job perfectly.

The Rago shapewear from my mother's closet continues to "pack" my body. I feel the pressure of this shapewear with every inch of my body. And the straps of this shapewear dig greedily into my shoulders over my bra straps.

The pressure of this shapewear makes me feel like the lace of my mom's panties is digging into my ass under the layer of nylon of the fancy shiny pantyhose.

And of course, a pair of my mom's office high-heeled shoes make my ass rise in this nylon-lace captivity, and the shackles won't let me walk fast.

And as if that weren't enough, this corset was the icing on the cake—it seemed to control my every breath. As Mom cinched it around me, I realized why it had to be tailored to my measurements—it perfectly completed my package and added to my sense of helplessness…

Having finished with me, Mom led me to the table, bent me over, which felt like the corset squeezed me even tighter, and began greedily squeezing my tits in her large lace bra. "I never thought I'd be squeezing my own bra on someone else's tits, especially yours…" - She laughed mockingly as I moaned pitifully - "I think you were born for this."

Having finished with me, she left me by the window, and on the tablet there was a photo of a girl who already sent me the bra she was wearing in this photo...

You’ve probably noticed that lately I appear here quite rarely, and if I did reply to anyone, I kept it short and seemingly without any interest. All of this is the result of an agreement between me, my Mistress, and my Mother — for almost three weeks I was in real slavery. Regular sessions (even if sometimes long) were replaced by literally permanent existence in the state you’ll see in these photos. I literally had only two breaks a day for basic needs — the rest of the time was complete and merciless bondage, dollification, and total female control over me.

This was an experiment that was supposed to show whether it’s possible to live the way many people fantasize about (including me, back when I couldn’t even imagine where this kink would take me). And I’m afraid I’ll disappoint many of you (because you’re here for the fetish, aren’t you?). Fantasies are one thing — reality is another.

IT. WAS. VERY. HARD. Both psychologically and physically.

Psychologically — at some point I’m realize how idiotic and wrong it is to stay in that state day after day. I’m loose touch with reality, the days blur together, and at one point I genuinely stopped feeling like a human being. I was just a fetish object and their sexual toy.

Physically — this is more obvious. My legs were in agony from high heels worn for 20+ hours. The huge thick gags literally destroyed my mouth — my jaw would cramp up, and sometimes the decorative elements on the lingerie (rhinestones, bows, etc.) used as stuffing would dig into the roof of my mouth, making the gag even more unbearable. The armbinder made my arms go numb to the point where I couldn’t feel them, and I was scared it might cause lasting damage (thankfully it didn’t). The tight ropes cutting into my body. And THESE HUGE AND HEAVY TITS. Being with them 24/7 turned out to be a real challenge — their weight, the way they got in the way and bounced made them a genuine problem. The big supportive bra stopped being just an item of clothing for me; it became a necessity.

During this period, Mom installed several cameras in the house so she could monitor my condition when she or Mistress wasn’t right next to me. Safety was important in this experiment, and she kept an eye on me. (I might show screenshots from those cameras later.)

When Mom or my Mistress were with me, I became a toy in their hands — spanks, squeezes, and “drowning my face in their tits” became the bare minimum.

I truly experienced this crazy and very strange experience. And I still don’t fully understand whether I liked it or not…

Here’s a photo of my “usual” state during those days. A full day in the “office doll” style, as my mom called it. The complete set of her tight office clothes on me:

High-heeled office shoes;

Bright shiny pantyhose;

Tight thong panties;

A large bra with thick push-up cups to make my tits even bigger;

Shaping lingerie and petticoat from Rago (I think if you search this brand, you’ll understand how tight this women’s shapewear is);

A very narrow skirt that hugs my ass and restricts leg movement;

A white tight turtleneck that emphasizes my tits;

A white cardigan on top (as I understand it, this item was meant to shift attention away from her mom bust);

Add to this restraints - a wide collar, a tight latex hood, a merciless armbinder, and a thick gag — and you get the result you see in the photo.

I’m looking forward to your feedback. I’d be really interested to know what you think about this experiment and my outfit in this photo. I’ll be happy to reply to everyone.

Mom stuffed my mouth with five pairs of her panties, forcing my cheeks to bulge under the transparent tape. The tight red hood increases the pressure on the gag, leaving my make-up, gagged face exposed, and a steel collar, locked with a padlock, completes the enclosure of my head.

My huge, heavy tits are in her push-up bra, the lace visible through my translucent turtleneck.

"Feel the tightness of a hard-working businesswoman's bra, Big Tits" - my mother said, fastening it on me. I feel the bra straps dig into my shoulders; she'd made them shorter for this.

Below I'm wearing her panties, the same color as the bra, visible under a layer of bronze pantyhose because my miniskirt is pulled up, but at this angle, I cover them with my breasts.

I'm wearing high office heels; I think you already know whose they are...

When I was a teenager stealing her lingerie, I couldn't have imagined it would all escalate to the point where she would be the one putting it on me.

But Mom's lesson continues. She tightly bound my hands, then wrapped my fists with vetwrap tape (like you sometimes see in photos of my Mistress). As if that weren't enough, she tightens this tight armbinder around my arms, the straps visible on my shoulders. She tightens the rope around the top of the armbinder again. My arms are completely immobilized.

Then she begins tightening the ropes around my tits, making them stick out even more and making every breath harder.

Next comes my legs. She mercilessly binds them with ropes, making them look like nylon sausages. Thinking it's the end, I see another rope in her hands, which she uses to connect my legs to my collar.

I look at her in panic; my pathetic attempts at moaning are very quiet, the gag is incredibly tight.

"Suck your fat gag, you stupid slut. You don't have to think, just shake your huge tits for Mommy” - Mom says mockingly.

"Although I think shaking it will be a bit difficult, you're beautifully packed. I think you'll have a great time for the next five hours while I'm busy with my business. Don't worry, I'll be back and I'll definitely play with you, Big Tits."

The realization that I'll have to spend five hours in this position sends me into a wild panic, but past experience has taught me that my mom isn't bluffing. I writhe as best I can and try to moan pitifully into the gag, but all I get in response is my mother's tight grip on my tits.

This was a new challenge for me. Mom dressed me again in her office look – high classic heels and Strong Sculpt pantyhose, which further shape my ass and legs. You can see stacks of these pantyhose in the background – a gift from Mom. Mom's tight bandage skirt, petticoat, shapewear, and tight panties make me feel insanely packed with every step on this treadmill.

My huge, heavy tits are encased in another woman's very tight white push-up bra, which I wrote about here earlier – amazingly, it still smells of her perfume. This bra is clasped so tightly on me, it makes my tits bulge out of the cups, but at the same time holds them in place very securely. This sheer turtleneck perfectly showcases this.

My mouth is full of Mom's panties—I can barely even moan; my saliva soaks them, and I'm forced to "suck on my gag" to keep from choking on the saliva that's dripping onto my tits.

A wide metal collar with a padlock, a tight latex hood with an open face, revealing my gagged and make-up face, further humiliating me. The tight armbinder on my hands forces my heavy tits out even more. I feel my hands going numb; it's too tight.

I'm forced to walk on this treadmill, my collar tied to the treadmill with a rope, a bondage video playing in front of me, and the window in front of me is open, so my moans, like the girls moans in the video, are clearly audible outside, adding to the humiliation of this moment.

Her bra is also hanging on the treadmill. She said she's been wearing it all week for me, and depending on the results, I'll either wear it or wear it as a gag.

Every step I take makes my heavy tits shake, which adds a slight feeling of pain to me; my mother has fastened nipple clamps under my heavy implants.

And as if that weren't enough, at one point she speeds up the treadmill (which you can see in the video), causing me to panic.

After playing with me with pleasure and for a long time—which included greedy squeezes of my tits, my nylon ass, harsh spanks, and humiliating teasing—she brought a pile of ropes and began tying me up tightly.

The ropes mercilessly dug into my legs, turning them into nylon sausages. The ropes on top accentuated my already enormous and heavy breasts, and as if the armbinder weren't enough, she added more ropes on top, cinching them tightly. She did it so deftly and quickly, I recognized my Mistress's signature in these rope maneuvers.

Had she really taught my Mother this? Or had she always known how to do it herself?

Either way, I could only moan helplessly into the enormous gag made of her panties as she finished packing me up. She smiled and just teased me, saying that such a big-titted cow like me must always be kept under control, then - having checked all the ropes - she squeezed my tit tightly and said:

"Enjoy, I'll be back to you late tonight!"

After a while, my Mother decided to give me another "lesson" in femininity. What was it like to be in tight clothing all workday? She replicated her outfit almost perfectly on me (except for the huge gag, the tight latex hood, the armbinder, and the leg restraints). Having finished packing me up, she came up behind me and aggressively squeezed my breasts.

"You have an eight-hour workday ahead of you, just like your mother. Be a good secretary" - she continued greedily massaging my enormous breasts. "You should be happy. Unlike the others, your job will be to moan into this thick gag and shake your huge, heavy tits like a silly slut!"

She led me to the mirror, and I looked down and saw a bulge... No matter what I felt, no matter how humiliated or ashamed I was, my body was betraying me... And then she said something that “knocked me off my feet”:

"See? No matter how you act, you like this. You're wearing shapewear, a petticoat, thick tight pantyhose —and yet your arousal is still visible! Enjoy, slut, you have the whole day ahead of you." - with these words, she slapped my ass so hard that I screamed as loudly as I could into my gag.