Her desire to be an object still needs work

You shake your head. “Do you really want to be a fuck object more than a person?”

Emily’s bimbo body is covered in sweat. She trembles “I think so. I mean... I don’t know what’s happening to my body and my mind but I think the reason I’m not cumming is because... because I feel like I’m always cumming. Does that make sense?”

Carrie laughs. “No, honey”

“It’s okay” you say to her. “You can’t help it that you’re a dumb slut.”

She nods.

“You know at first I just thought it would be fun to make you look ridiculous. But now... I don’t think you look that ridiculous.” You say. As expected, Emily frowns. “It’s okay” you add “let’s get to work”

Which you do. You place yourself in charge of her physical transformation, Carrie in charge of her mental.

“How many men have you fucked?” Carrie asks “all time.”

“Not many” Emily answers giving it some thought “like 43”

“We’ll fix that”

Two days later Emily quits her job. Or rather gets fired for fucking her boss’s teenager son.

A week later you take her for her naval piecing and first tattoo.

Then Carrie organizes a little party for her at a local frat house. She fucks 16 guys and is returned to you covered in warm cum.

Another couple weeks pass. Her first plastic surgery. Lips.

“Do I look like an object?” She asks afterward.

“Not yet” you answer “still just a human bimbo”

Then it’s back to the local university to visit the football team. She notches 40 more cocks inside her.

In time she stops paying for things with money. Although she doesn’t often go out unaccompanied. And she doesn’t need to go shopping, though she is often purchased.

Shortly thereafter it’s rhinoplasty time. And more tattoos

Carrie gets her a job at a strip club. After a week she’s fired for fucking 20 customers, the general manager, and 7 if the other girls.

Of course you and Carrie take your turn as well. You have total use of her whenever you want. It’s just imperative that she get shared as well. If you hoard her for yourself she might start to think she has value.

When she’s not being fucked by you, Carrie, or others she has explicit instructions to be rubbing off. Always being used for sex. At all times.

Back to the university where she gets to know the girls basketball team for an outing Carrie refers to as “piss and first day”

And finally it’s breast implant time.

“You want them to look fake?” The surgeon asks.

“I want you to do the worst work you’ve ever done.” You answer.

“Now do I look like an object?” She asks afterward.

You smile “just one problem. Objects don’t speak.”

She smiles. She never speaks again. Not a word. She parts her lips only to eat, to lick and to suck.

One day as she’ll licking up your shaft into Carrie’s clit, as your girlfriend rides your cock reverse, Carrie admits to you “it’s not fair. I’m jealous.”

“You’re jealous of my fuck thing?” You say, glancing at Emily the object as her unfocused eyes glare at your cock, her huge fake tits not bouncing up and down as she shoves her own hand deep into herself.

“No” Carrie says “I’m jealous that you have your own fuck object.”

You slip out of her and push your cock into the throat of your fuck thing. “It’s yours too.”

“Yeah” Carrie says “but it doesn’t belong to me. I mean it was your sister. You have memories of growing up with it”

You pull your cock out of the bimbo doll’s mouth and turn to Carrie. She grabs your cock with both hands and pulls on it lustily.

“You have a sister.” You say.

“I have two sisters.” Carrie replies.

“Well do you think they’d want to be bimbo fuck objects?”

Carrie smirks. “I mean, does it matter?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: All good things must come to an end and so has this thread. Alas other exciting threads await attention elsewhere in this story.

You may continue it if you like, in your imagination or by adding more chapters