Uhhh… duh!

 I had been working at this law firm for over 10 years now when they decided to jump on the DEI train. Maybe people were fired or let go (mostly white men), and droves of incompetent or unqualified DEI hires were ushered in. One of those being the top dog. She was a bitch. She ran the whole building I worked in. It didn’t always start out that way, she was hired low and probably gave some “under the table” deals to the upper staff to get promotions. I hated her, and she hated every man under her.

 Soon after she moved up my plate suddenly became filled with not just my work, but most of her work. No pay raise, no overtime pay, no nothing. Not to mention the constant belittling and snide remarks. “Better have that done on time, you know what happens to slow employees” or “I would hate to have to give you a bad eval.” It got under my skin real fast.

 So when my opportunity came, I took it. It started as a rumor among my male friends that there was a place on the dark web called Doll House. Apparently, they were some sort of sex trafficking site. It wasn’t until later that I learned they were much more than that. The Doll House promised that—with the payment upfront of course—they could build you your perfect sex doll. Didn’t matter what your preferences were, they had some dark voodoo magic, at least according to my buddy. Of course I didn’t believe this though. How could I? It all sounded like some weird wet dream some horny kid thought up and then made a website to troll people who might be stupid enough to surf the dark web. I quickly found out how wrong I was when my friend, who was still trying to convince me to look into it, showed me a picture of his wife.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was definitely her, or at least it was eerily similar to her. The only difference being the massive twin towers connected to her chest, she was a good 7 or 8 inches taller, and she was wearing something his old wife most definitely wouldn’t have been caught dead in. My mouth fell open and I decided right then and there to look into this.

 I cursed slightly under my breath. I was going to head home to see how I could get to the dark web to contact the Doll House, but this bitch Veronica dumped maybe seven books worth of papers on my desk. “Don’t forget these. They need to be looked over and examined before tomorrow morning. I better see that done by then.” Then she walked out of the building. I sat there for hours sifting through paper after paper. I had maybe made it halfway through the stack when I finally cracked.

 Turning on my computer I plugged in the tiny USB drive my friend handed me earlier during our little conversation. I plugged it in and downloaded the Tor dark web search engine. I knew I shouldn’t have been doing this on a company computer, but I figured either I’d be fired, or….. *maybe they’ll even take legal action against me…* I pushed the thought out of my head. Opening up the browser it didn’t take long to find what I was looking for.

 The Doll House, written in pink letters that looked like they were drawn with lipstick, dominated the page. The only clickable option on the page was the button labeled “orders.” I clicked on it. It brought me to a different page with a forum I had to fill out.

All your desires in one place! Just say what you want, and we’ll make it for you!

 Sitting hesitantly, I thought over my actions. Surely, at the very least, this would get me fired. On the other hand though, this could be my freedom. I thought about Veronica and all she’s done to me. I felt that burn near the bottom of my heart that I usually felt whenever I looked at her.

 I fill out the chart. I thought of the most sex crazed bimbo porn I’ve ever read, seen, or heard. I described that in the forum and attached Veronica’s name to it. I clicked done and was taken to a credit card information page. Probably about to be scammed of 15K, I reached into my pocket and typed my info in. Then one final question was prompted…

Same day delivery?

 I smirked at the idea of Veronica coming into work tomorrow a sex craved bimbo. She would be so horny she would have every man lined up outside, or maybe even crowed inside her office. The thought made me hard, so I clicked yes and shut off my computer.

 Leaving half the stack of papers out of sheer spite, I left, went home, and fell asleep wondering if this was all real.

 I arrived early at work—that was just who I was, always early, leaving late—and started the office coffee pot. Just about to take a sip a voice called behind me. “Hey boy, what are you doing here so early?” I nearly spit my coffee out.

 “Veronica! I had no idea you would be here this earl…y…y... y?”

 My brain froze, along with the rest of my body and my eyes shot wide open, a look of pure shock plastered across my face. Veronica stood before me, now a fertility goddess, half naked. Her tits we’re gigantic mounds of flesh. I couldn’t imagine how heavy they were, and yet they didn’t sag like a water balloon. Not only were her tits changed, but practically everything about her. Her lips were pink and much bigger (like I had asked), and her pussy much larger too. Her G string was swallowed by the pillowy flesh around her cunt. It looked like another smaller ass. As I stared I could see she was actively dripping… no… that wasn’t right. It was damn near a waterfall pouring from her pussy. It looked like she was pissing.

 “Like, of course silly. I kept rubbing my little kitty and couldn’t cummies.” She said with a pout. “But now that you’re here, will you let my pussi cummies?”

Again, my brain was at a lost of words. “Uuuh… hehe… umm. What?” Reeling for the right words to say, I just went with the flow. “I..I mean, uh yeah, I guess?”

 Veronica buckled as her pussy squirted so hard that a power washer would’ve been put to shame. “OOH YESS!!! YES YES YES!!! THANK FOR LETTING ME CUM!!!” Veronica was shouting so loud it actually hurt my ears. She had gone cross eyed and her knees crossed, yet somehow by some miracle, she stayed standing. “Oh my god, that was like, the bestest! Now please come and fuck my ass.”

 The last thing I remember was being grabbed by my tie, still frozen in shock. When I woke the next day Veronica had me balls deep in her throat. She was staring up at me and trying to smile with my cock in her mouth. Yeah, this has been the greatest 15K I’ve ever spent.