Nitwit Nat the Pigslut

Natla regained consciousness slowly. The first thing she noticed was the sound of sex. She slowly moved her head and saw a man in a long white coat... a labcoat... fucking the Blonde Director.

... It was about twelve raffle winners in when a masked man everyone was sure was a famous footballer delivered a kick not only knocked the crown off, but lifted the pigslut up into the air and sent her flying a few feet.

From there, the real entertainment started. The whole club wanted her. To show the Queen she was nothing more than a cumrag. To punish the pigslut for turning all the men into studs and the women into submissive sluts.

Choked and spat on

Slapped and pissed on

Fucked and jizzed upon

No mercy, no stopping because she had fainted. Hit her until she wakes up!

Yes... not a single woman rose higher than preferred cumrag by the end. They were all getting collared or branded or both. It was easily one of the most transformative nights in the history of the Drop.

Next. She felt... strange she felt all over. A large pillow under her butt, a large weight on her chest, her face felt... reshaped. She moved cup her aching pussy and felt it much earlier than usual, like it was much bigger than before. A nd she felt long, false nails attached to her fingers. Scraping her fat cunt, her nails were stopping her from fingering herself. Her eyes looked for...

A toy! Right on the table.next to the mask she'd worn. It was quickly in her hand and then in her wet and hungry cunt. She pounded her horny hole and watched the depowered and degraded Mistress of Entertainment at the Drop be used as little more than a fuckdoll.

"-just wait until I give you some real tits you fucking... Whore? Ah, you are awake! Up you get, let's have a look at you. Don't worry, you can keep fucking yourself." The man in the white coat pulled out of the blonde mistress and walked over. It felt strange sitting up, like her centre of balance had changed. "Oi! Whore! Get over here and clean my dick!" The Director crawled over, glaring at Natla the whole time. "Ah... So! In your arches, that is to say, one of your adjustments was to your feet to make you able to wear high heels all the time. Can't wear anything flat, or stand on your feet flat." While Natla came on her new dildo and the Doctor blew his load on the Director's face, a screen came up that showed Natla her reflection, showed her what she had been turned into.

"It's... That's..." She was blonde, a fake looking blonde instead of looking natural. Her face had been botoxed into a smooth doll face, with a lifelike upturned nose, and her lips blown up to that of a blowjob doll.

Pink words across her chest proclaimed her a STUPID PIGSLUT and her chest... 38KK he told her. No attempt to make them look natural, they were obviously fake melons. Further down, above her crotch was a womb tattoo, one she had requested be tweaked to look like a stylised pig's head. Her vagina... Was now... was now a cunt. It had been pumped until it was noticeably fat and something that would sluttily make itself known in anything she could think to wear.

Still pumping her toy into her cunt, she got up and turned round, her ads was huge! It was fifty inches of fake sex doll booty, and say above her new rear, was a trampstamp. A cute piggirl head with OINKSLUT written beneath.

"Yes, it's all very ****, just as you requested. The other girl was very excited by-" but Natla interrupted her Doctor with a kiss.

"Fuck me. Fuck me please!" She didn't look like one of the hardcore sluts on the internet, she looked like a proper woman, a real woman. Like the brainless sextoy she was always meant to be.