Herself (Radical Body-Mod)

“Me, daddy” Tess replies sheepishly, your cum flowing out of her battered slit as she tries to recover her breath. “I want daddy to use me just like that forever”. Smiling, you look over at Carrie and your daughters, dozing off from exertion. Tess would make the finest fuck sleeve, and you couldn’t be happier about her decision.

Carrie called up the old doctor the next day. She conferred in secret with Tess, working out her niece’s future as your permanent fucktoy. Whenever you inquired about the extent of the modifications they had planned, the two would giggle and distract you with their mouths or pussies.

A week later, Carrie took Tess to the doctor. It would be no mere outpatient surgery, she warned. “In fact”, she said, without a hint of concern in her voice “there’s a chance she won’t survive the procedure at all, however unlikely”.

You shrug. Tess wasn’t your only cumdump anyways, and her mother and aunt had pumped out a consistent stream of sisters for her over the years. The doctor did his sick work for free besides, so there’d be hardly any loss if Tess did not return. Nonetheless, before the two left, you spent family movie night with your cock firmly wedged in Tess’s tight small throat, being careful to feed your other daughters your seed: Tess was not to eat before her surgery.

In the three weeks that followed, you used Cassidy roughly, getting your fill before her replacement was fully healed from the ordeal. You saw Carrie infrequently, as she was busy with Tess’s recovery, and her absence meant one less set of holes to fill.

Cassidy had long since accepted her role. She no longer wore the mask; it had blinded her permanently and stayed on for over a decade, but once her mother was sufficiently broken, you saw no need to leave her identity a secret. She rarely spoke, and hardly moved without you asking, but your consistent degradation training had ensured that the only pleasure she ever received was when you used her.

Finally, Carrie’s car pulled into the driveway on the day Tess’s was meant to return. Excited, you met them at the door. Carrie, however, was alone. Worried the procedure had failed, you began to speak, but Carrie shushed you and led you to the bedroom.

“Where is Tess?” You ask, annoyed at being shushed in your own house.

“She’s right here” said Carrie, pulling out a small box.

In confusion, you lift the lid. Inside is a tube, around 2’ long and quite thick. Turning it over, you can see one end has a series of switches and LEDs. The other end, however, had a soaking wet pussy, with the most realistic looking flesh.

“This” Carrie smiled, pushing her fingers into the pussy “Is all Tess is now. Her brain is in the top half, the important parts, at least, and only her pussy is left. She wanted to be this for you, her only purpose as a toy, and the only stimulus she’ll ever receive will now be your cock.”

You turn the tube that contained your daughter over in your hands. As Carrie had fingered it, some of the LEDs had lit up. “They show what’s she’s feeling” Carrie clarified, pointing at the lights. More green means pleasure, more red means pain. The doc says you just need to plug her up every few days to keep her alive in there.”

In amazement, you set your throbbing cock at the entrance to your new fucksleeve. Tess’s pussy was soaking wet, eager for your use. In one motion, you slick the tube down your cock, bottoming out right as you hilt, far deeper than you could have reached in your daughter’s unaltered body. As you impale your daughter’s entire remaining being with your cock, every LED turns green. Within, Tess was in perfect pleasure, fulfilling her life purpose of being a cumsocket for daddy.

Excited, you quickly slam the toy up and down your long shaft, reveling in the tightness and the knowledge that your daughter who came out of this cock was now just a tool to please it. With that, you can no longer hold back, and pump a huge load of your cum into this human flesh light. Jumping in excitement, Carrie happily pulls the cumdump that was her niece off you, licking you and the soft pussy tulips clean.

“You like her?” Carrie asked, proud of herself.

“More than almost anything. We should make this a yearly tradition” you muse. “How long will she live as a fucktoy?”

“Not that long, sadly, only 3-4 years the doctor says. But she’ll be doing the only thing her life is worth full time during those years, and the doc says if you send him more, he can probably get a few more years out of them each time”