#Dollification

[dollsanddaddys]

Repeat after me…

I want to be an exaggerated example of femininity I want to be stared at because my tits are so engorged & plastic I want to be never taken seriously again

I need to be only useful for sex I need to be someone else's dream doll I need to be less

Good Doll, I am proud of you… Acceptance is bliss… Acceptance is less…

[spellbounddraws]

Day 26 - Mannequin

Rosalind thought if Pepper was going to just stand around and be pretty, she might has well help promote the store

[sleepingbeautybabygirl]

“Stay still for me doll and drain your thoughts away”

Im just a doll

[fxlthydxpraved]

Went bra shopping for myself...what do you think? :}

[bimbosanddolls]

i'm not a girl

i'm just a doll

[toxic-gf]

i wonder what it feels like to be forced to drink and smoke before your brains are fucked out bc i think id cry

[goddessofpredators]

"In this unboxing video, I'm going to open up my Library Doll!"

"Miss Gigi is, of course, a limited edition Dolly, because there's only one. It's 5'8" tall, and the packaging is very nice. Collector's edition. It's in a nice little boxed case with this Magnificent artwork of a gorgeous Dolly on the front. She's a Beautiful, Porcelain Doll, with a fat build, a cute little cock, purple hair, and glasses. She does have a ton of outfits available, which are sold separately. The overall shape of the box is designed to look like a book, complete with little indents on the side resembling pages. and the flap is the cover."

"Now, the cover latches tight with velcro, and if you open it, you see, instead of the pages of the book, here It is. She's packaged very neatly, behind a plastic mirror, and her entire body is intact, no assembly required accept for the accessories. You can already see how well-sculpted she is, from the contours of porcelain flesh to all the lovely points of articulation. You can Its accessories in there too, a collar and a pair of bunny ears, like It's wearing on the cover art."

"Now, I'm just gonna carefully slice open the little stickers keeping It shut with my claws, like so, I don't want to damage this box, since it's so nice, but thankfully it's not hard to get in."

"And I'm just gonna slide It out..."

"Behind her packaging, we've got her instruction manual, that's super hefty, so many mantras and forms… I'm excited to play around with all of them. And awww, that's cute! Certificate of Ownership, one Magnificent Miss Gigi! Yay!!! Just gonna write my name there real quick…"

"Done! Property of the Goddess of Predators! Hee hee hee..."

"She's tied into the plastic packing material with a bunch of twist ties, these things are always so annoying, and I right? But thankfully there's not too many, or many rubber bands, I honestly think those are worse. I'm just gonna pop out her accessories real quick.. I've got her collar, it clicks like a real collar, and it looks like there's a hook for a leash to attach. There's her ears, those are too cute for words. Oh, and I didn't see this, there's a little baggy with her glasses! Nice!"

"So, now I've just gotta pop It out…"

(I press against the back of the plastic…)

Pop!!!

"It comes out Perfectly!"

"That's always so satisfying, isn't it? And look, It stands so well! Its joints aren't too loose, though apparently there is a limp mode…"

"Fuck, It's Gorgeous, isn't it? All those wonderful forms and modes and functions, but even the base is just, stunning! From her Sweet Scampish grinning face, to its soft porcelain belly, cute tits, and delightful little clitty… ooh, dripping already! And so warm to the touch, I could just bask on It forever…"

"Let me just put on Its collar and Its Glasses and her ears and…"

"Ta da!!!!"

"Oh, and It smells so good too…"

"Isn't it Perfect? The Ultimate Toy!"

"My Treasure. My Grail. My Toybox, all in one."

"My Magnificent Miss Gigi Doll…"

"I'm in… Love!"

"I think, I need a minute, girls."

"My patrons will get to see the aftermath of this video…"

"And trust me, you won't want to miss it!!!"

"Miss Gigi, the Library Doll!!!!!"

@gothgengargirl

[dollsanddaddys]

Yes, you love them when they have settled… When you can wear make-up and they sit right… But there is a part of you… that misses the pain…

That misses the swelling feeling… That loves how everyone judges you as you walk home…

And nothing… Nothing makes your need little cunt wetter… That pain, that need, that swell…

You were meant for this… You were made for this…

Otherwise… why are you wet… Why are you rubbing to her bruised lips… Why are you craving that feeling… Why else do you crave to be less…

[boydolltoything]

This doll would greatly enjoy experimenting with restricting the phrases it's talk box has. It is a good boy after all.

Not many things beat hypnotising someone to only say one phrase and then ask them questions that that phrase just can't answer.

"How did that trance feel, darling?" "I'm a good toy." "Oh, I know darling, but did you enjoy?" "I... I'm a- good toy."

[daddyandmommyy]

Every woman should have a pet if she desires.

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

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."

*click*

[superficialcore]

[lillyinthelamplight]

As long as you have an obscene amount of makeup and show off your tits and ass!

[your-internet-bf]

I have a bad habit of looking at other people's phones in public. Someday, I think I'll look at a cute girl's screen and see the sorta shit I like - bondage, rape, deep, strong fucking. You'd scroll past as quick as you can, of course, since it's embarrassing to be caught looking at that in public... But I'd know.

It's not hard to follow people, especially in a city. Nobody expects to be followed; you'd never even notice. Maybe you catch a glimpse of me through the corner of your eye, but it's just a coincidence that I've been behind you the past eight blocks, right? Right?

I've been camping outside your place, watching through the window. It wasn't hard, and you haven't noticed anything more than a shadow. But it's dark out now, and very late, and I climb up to your window to get a better view.

I see you reclined in your bed, rubbing and pounding as hard as you can, your brow furrowed and your lips open in a silent moan as you try to hide your, what, fourth orgasm of the night? I watch, every inch of my cock throbbing, aching, waiting for my turn.

You turn off your phone, close your eyes, and you - raw, red, exhausted you - try to sleep. I wait a few minutes just to be sure, feeling myself over my clothes, before trying your window. It's a rush when I find it unlocked - you are EXACTLY the kind of girl I thought you were. Silently, the window slides open, and I follow the cool night air into your bedroom.

You're prettier up close. I've been studying you for hours now, of course, but I hadn't noticed just how soft your skin was, or how smooth your curves... I pull down your covers, revealing that you didn't bother to put anything on after you came. Your slick, abused cunt is so inviting; every cell in my body is screaming at me to tear you open with my cock, to ruin you, to pound your cervix up into your tummy, but there's something I need to do first...

I take a quick moment to undress, quietly, the soft clink of my belt buckle being the only sound other than our breathing, already starting to mix in the darkness. Then all at once I pounce, pushing you onto your front, gripping your waist from behind, and ramming my cock dry into your ass.

It hurts. I want it to hurt.

You're scared. I want you to be scared.

Maybe you've been with a guy before, maybe you haven't, maybe you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or spouse right now; it doesn't matter to me. With my size, every hole feels tight, especially a victim.

I feel you writhe beneath me, trying to get away, but I won't let you. I take one of my hands off your waist and, balling up your hair in one fist, wrench your head back.

"You," I whisper, my breath hot on your cheek, "aren't going anywhere, pretty girl."

I push your face down into your bed and keep going, pounding, breaking, raping your ass. You feel my breath on you, my sweat on you, the smell of me overwhelming even as I'm intoxicated by yours. I yank your head back up and take a deep breath in at the back of your neck, moaning as I breathe out. As I pause, you raise your hips into me, whimpering, and I know you need me to keep going.

Because you need it, don't you? You need a big, strong man, smelling like sweat and power, to rape you, don't you? To completely make you mine, to turn you into a sobbing, soaking mess, to mold you around my filthy, throbbing cock. Say it now, say that you need it, that you're a needy slut, say it out loud...

So I continue. Taking the other hand back to your waist, I redouble my work, straining inside you. I reach down to slap your soaking pussy and rub your wetness on me, and keep going. In and out, in and out, in and out, my girth spreading your ass so wide, so painfully, you can barely think. But I know you need it, and I'm so close now.

My breath comes faster, catching in my throat, and you feel a hard thrust, then another, another, another, and finally, I ram into you so hard we both collapse into your bed... And you feel the thick, white cum shoot into you. Warm, heavy, sticky, it fills your insides as my cock pulses thick and strong inside you, my breath warm on your neck as I force you to cockwarm me.

I kiss your soft, pretty skin as you sob into your pillow. I grind into you as I do, and my cum leaks out, a slow stream rolling down from your ruined ass towards that gaping, aching cunt. After a minute, I pull out, and push you onto your back. You get a brief glimpse at my face through the tears - long, long eyelashes framing deep gray eyes - before I steal a kiss. Your tears make it salty, and you feel me smile, pressed up against your lips.

"You needed it, didn't you?" I ask, still grinning.

Weakly, you nod. "Mhmm..." You draw in another shaky breath.

"Good, good girl." I lean back and reach for my cock - I'm still hard. I still need you.

You know what you are now. You'd suspected it before, but now you know what you are, what you need, and so do I. You spread your legs for me, this time willingly, begging me to come make you mine...