An Inanimate Object

Gwen raises her arms in a **** attempt to save herself, shielding her vision from the figure before her, but of course it's no help. In less than a second, Jack has rewritten her entire existence. Now all he has to do is sit back and enjoy the show.

A shiver runs through Gwen's body, signifying something going on within her. Her body begins to disobey her, as she finds her limbs forcing her to stand up straight, with arms at her sides. Her feet slam together, and she finds herself sitting in a squatting position, her ass grazing the floor. Her legs squish together and slowly start to combine as it becomes impossible to tell each leg apart from the other. Not only that, but her skin begins to change, morphing from a pale Caucasian to a strong black, the texture changing from a soft flesh to a hard plastic.

As the change progresses up her legs, they slowly lose all form, morphing into two black spheres. Tears start to run down Gwens cheek as the change progresses and she finds her back pointing straight up. Change ripples across her body as large, artificial veins grow and become defined on her body whilst her arms melt into her torso, eventually leaving a black plastic veiny cylinder with only a head remaining of the girl who once stood there.

"P-please," Gwen chokes out through tears as the black shell that encapsulates the rest of her body starts to encroach on the edges of her face, "Dadd-" She's tragically cut off, her mouth forever sealed shut, leaving only her eyes to dart wildly in desperation, the last thing she sees is a double of her own face with a twisted smile before her eyes are sealed too, and her head changes shape to that of a bell-end, finally completing the transformation from girl to dildo.

Jack looked on at the display before him with a perverted smile on his face, his nipples poking through the cheerleader top that he was wearing. He felt a new sensation in his crotch, that he recognised as arousal, arousal from the knowledge that not only has he successfully replaced his sexpot of a daughter, but that he's got a new toy to play with. Smirking, she walks towards the new dildo, and begins teasing it with her fingers, lightly tapping the tip.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but there can only be one Gwen," the new Gwen explains, lining herself up with the giant dildo and rubbing against it, feeling the hard plastic through her soaked panties, "If it's any consolation, no one will ever realise you're gone..." She smirks insidiously, before beginning to softly moan as she pushed harder against the dildo, feeling it threaten to push through the thin fabric.