Deciding Emma's Future

You and Emma stroll around the block. She's holding your hand tight. You didn't used to be into this kind of lovey dovey crap, but Emma just has a way of getting to you. Suddenly, she stops and points towards the street.

"Is that the ice cream place we went to on our first date?" She asks.

"I think it is." In all frankness, you don't actually remember. But, the fact you say that makes her smile. That's enough.

"Race you?" She gets a competitive grin.

"You're on."

Of course, the race ends up a tie. That's what tends to happen when two people race each other while holding hands. Once you reach the street, you go in and order some ice cream. As it turns out, it was actually the place where you had your first date together. Emma takes a lick from her cone, but then shudders in place.

"Ugh. I forgot I didn't actually like their flavors last time either." She makes a yuck face.

"It's a wonder you ended up dating me at all." You take her cone from her hand and start working on both hers and yours at once.

"I like to think of it as a charitable donation." She smirks. She leans in for a kiss, and when she pulls back, her lips are covered in ice cream.

When you think about her in this moment, her and her bright green eyes, you imagine her in a white dress, exchanging vows with you. For all that you've done to change her over the past few months, this is still the woman you love. The one that'd you'd seriously considered proposing too before.

Of course, after the date you bring her back home. She throws off her sundress, revealing the form fitting latex underthings beneath. Through a whirlwind of kisses and gropes you take her all the way to the bed. It's only minutes before you're inside of her. Fucking her. Using her. Whispering sweet mind-stealing words into her ear.

"Fuck me. Fuck me." She begs. She bounces back and fourth, timing the rythem of her body to yours. "I'm a good fuck doll. I'm a good fuck doll."

"Fuck dolls are obedient." She cries out. You smack her ass, run your finger nails over her back, even bite her. She's loving every minute of it. Every inch of it. "Fuckdolls are mindless. Fuckdolls are empty."

"Oh fuck. Obedient. Mindless. Empty." She gasps. She's losing the ability to speak.

When you think about her in this moment, her and her empty green eyes, you imagine her in a black latex slavesuit. Face covered by mask, entire length of skin bound in shiny black latex. You can imagine the robotic way that she'd keel for hours, just waiting for a command from her Owner. She'd be willing to do anything. Fuck anyone. Be used anyway. Afterall, she wouldn't have a single thought in her empty little head.

You cum inside her while thinking about that.

"I love you." She whispers to you in the afterglow. Her eyes flicker. You can feel her drifting off to sleep "Yours...."

But, you remain in place. Your eyes are wide open. Today was wonderful. A sweet date with your girlfriend. And a furious fucking from the woman who is fast becoming your sex doll. If today has proven anything, it's proven that the time is almost here. She'll be ready to accept a mantra, and once she has that the real process of conversion into a fuckdoll can begin.

If you do that. No more Emma. No more girlfriend. There is perhaps a way to allow her to hold on to her identity some of the time and let her be a fuckdoll only at other times. If you don't turn her into a fuckdoll all the way, a part of you will always want it. A part of you will look at her in non-fuckdoll state and think to yourself that she's incomplete. A part of you will wonder what if you made that final push.

It's becoming the time to decide. Turn her into a full time latex fuckdoll, or a part time latex fuckdoll?

Partial or Complete? The choice on which branch to focus on is yours! Vote on which one you want to see more in the comments!