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Miss Piggy hadn't gone straight to her shower when she returned to her flat. She switched the porn playing for some lesbian content and straddled her sybian. While the machine rubbed her cunt to completion several times, she scooped cum off of her body and either slurped it up or snorted it. She looked at the screens and saw the women kissing, licking, and fucking other women and in her mind there was not only always men around watching, the lesbians were only fucking for the pleasure of the men. They weren't in love or actually dykes, they just did it to make men hard.

In a distant, fading corner of the plastic fuckpig's shrivelled brain, Lara Croft wailed in anguish at the disrespect Miss Piggy was showing to other women's sexual identity.

Once she'd run out of jizz, the blonde got into the shower and freshened up. Once dry, she took some pictures and uploaded it to her Clothing the Dense Account. Some comments were already showing up, mostly a desire to take her shopping and clothe her dense arse.

Pink fishnets with pig-face pasties covering her nips and crotch, six inch platform heels. Cute pig ears headband and a handbag full of sextoys.

Crawling out of her Slut-Door, she hears neighbours fucking their sluts hard. One of the flats she passes was one she skipped. The door ripped out and the lesbian couple that lived there were being fucked by a dozen guys. The pair, an athletic Black woman and a, if Miss Piggy remembered it right, snide and haughty Asian woman were trying to say they weren't cumming, that only a Lesbian could make them cum.

Deciding to help out, Miss Piggy jerked off some of the men and gargled their jizz before spitting it down the Lesbians' throats. She mocked their claims and made them see how their girlfriend was already a whore for cock.

The Slut-Door was put in and when they finally agreed that lesbian sex wasn't lovemaking, it was only foreplay for straight sex, the group celebrated by throwing out the broken dykes' wardrobes and getting in the van to shop at Clothing the Dense. Just where Miss Piggy wanted to go!

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Neil had always enjoyed fucking his Daughter-in-Law, loved how in the past she tried to maintain a certain level of dignity even if his casual degradation of her made her wet. There had always been a suspicion she might one day say no.

Driving her home after his little piglet had slurped his cum out of Hayley's holes, Neil watched the woman who'd carried two of his children while married to his son and willed her to return to the car.

At her front door, Hayley had thought about Neil's piglet, with her fake blonde hair and massive surgically crafted curves, a true plastic fuckdoll.

And wanted to be her.

Hayley had then turned away from the door, dropped her house key, stripped her cum-stained clothes off until she was naked, removed her wedding ring, engagement ring, and anniversay jewellery, and walked back to his car.

He'd booked the surgery during one point where he was pissing down her throat.

The new methods were something else. No need for long recoveries. She would be prefect and ready to be fucked inside of a day.

He watched her slowly wake and sit up, watched her notice him watching her, and watched her face flush with arousal. He was happy to get to show her what she'd become.

Her red hair was now a bright, plastic, pink. And it'd been done to her eyebrows, eyelashes and the small patch of public hair, in the shape of a heart, she had.

Her skin was just short of orange, looking like a fake tan, but was an all-over pigment-change of her skin. Her face was botoxed into doll-like smoothness. Her lips had been inflated into a permanent pout and permanently tattooed in the same colour of her hair. Another part of her inflated was her pussy. Now a fat fucking cunt, it looked like a vulgar sex toy more than a sex organ.

Her arse was a fifty inch slab of meat to slap, and her udders were an insane 38 MM, bigger than Neil's piglet. She looked at herself again. It seemed Neil hadn't made her his fuckpig. He had made her his Doll.

On her left arsecheek was PROPERTY OF NEIL M. BISON, across her chest was DUMB DOLLY and on her lower belly were two marks shaped like a silhouette of a man. It took her a moment to realise... they represented her two sons. Meaning Neil intended to keep a visible score of how many babies she gave him.

She moaned low and loud as Neil groped her fat cockholster of a cunt and drooled onto her massive udders as he promised to keep knocking her up and fucking her. She was his Dollslut now, there was no turning back.

It was the happiest day of Hayley's life.

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Felicia saw the van pull up and moved to meet whoever came out as fast as her ballet heels would let her. Since the store was promoting a new swimsuit, the Black Girl was in one of the string bikinis and that meant every step had her arsecheeks clapping loudly when she moved.

She grinned at the sight of Miss Piggy leading two naked sluts while a group of guys brought up the rear.

Felicia hugged her Blonde friend, again feeling some boob envy but cheering herself up with memories of slapping Piggy's fat cunt so hard the masochistic bitch squirted.

A pair of dykes learning to dress for men? Sounds awesome!

The pair have no style. The wannabe athlete had spent so much time building upper-body strength and neglected building her ass. Felicia was able to take the girl's phone and arrange a new gym workout, also forwarding the recordings of the girl being fucked to the trainers.

The other one was pretty scrawny all over so Felicia could really only recommend bare minimum of collar, leash, heels, amd pasties until they could book her in for a cosmetic overhaul.

The guys enjoyed watching Miss Piggy and Felicia **** and demean the lesbians, and rewarded the pair by fucking their fat arses. The lesbian couple had to watch the pair of fuckdolls eat cum out of each others' gaping arseholes, knowing that that would eventually be them too.

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Elsewhere, a woman with glowing eyes watches videos from remote observation of her objects of interest;

• Jacqueline Natla, once a Titan of Industry and Technological Advancement, was a squealing pigslut. Nothing of the Ancient God-Queen was expressed as she devoured the cock of some random homeless man she'd happened upon.

• Lara Croft, the Tomb Raider herself, was warping women in her vicinity. It was just as well she wasn't meeting any Government figures where she was, or women would be losing the vote and turned into free-use fucktoys inside of a week.

Taking a breath before closing her computer, the Doppleganger debated whether she'd been right to engineer certain events. Things were changing fast and freedom was still so very new to her.