Edran stretched out one of his hands, the rotund man in front of him convulsing as the former archaeologist violently probed the depths of his mind.

Thanks to his newfound power and the assistance of his two loyal dolls, he had managed to track down the leader of the Velvet Knot, the man who now drooled and shook, levitating a few inches off the ground. His pathetic existence only allowed to continue for a few moments more because of the valuable information he could provide.

Behind Edran lay a path of destruction, the corpses or mindless husks of the Velvet's guards, assassins, and servants littering the manor's halls like meat on a butcher's rack. Shrike and Nazira, his two loyal dolls, observed the scene in front of them while keeping an eye out for possible stragglers or reinforcements they may have missed.

Both women seemed utterly unbothered by today's actions, their only concern being their Master, who was furious at what he had seen.

Edran knew the Velvet Knot was a wretched organisation, but he had been unprepared for the true extent of their vile actions. Amongst the rooms of the manor they had found evidence of abuse of the worst kind against the most innocent, all documented in ledgers and letters as if nothing more than a joke passed between the organisation's leaders.

The servants of the manor were all de facto slaves, even if no one in the organisation deigned to call them that. Most came from vulnerable backgrounds, often recruited at a frightening young age. Through abuse and torture many had been made meek, pliable, and some even loyal, with those who had resisted discarded like waste flushed down a gutter.

Edran had frequently considered the moral implications of his powers and how he had turned two of the Knot's agents into his dolls. Yet what he had seen today showed him that whatever depths he had fallen into in his quest for revenge paled in comparison to the horrors his enemies were willing to casually inflict.

Part of him had hoped this was the end of the road… that with the leader taken out, the organisation would be finished. But what he was seeing in the depths of this putrid mind told him otherwise. The Knot was like a hydra, its different cells operating semi-independently to avoid decapitation, ensuring no single person ever accrued too much power.

Yet it was not a complete loss. This group would cause no further damage, and with the information locked inside this mind and this manor, he could intensify his personal war against them. He had never fancied himself a leader, but destiny seemed determined to push him into the role of puppet master. Literally, in some cases.

The man's face contorted in horror, his brain literally liquefying as Edran ransacked his mind without care. For a moment the former archaeologist toyed with the idea of devouring the leader's will and turning him into a doll, a puppet to mask his plans, but the sight of that face disgusted him. His mind was too far gone anyway.

Edran clenched his fist and the leader's head popped like a ripe watermelon. It was less dramatic than he had expected, the corpse flopping to the ground with a wet thud, its caved-in skull spilling blood like slurry across the expensive carpet of his former office.

His dolls walked closer, and he drew them in, two of his arms wrapping around their shoulders and pulling them against his chest. Edran let out a slow breath. It had been a long day, and the warmth of Shrike and Nazira against him soothed his nerves.

The moment he relaxed, a tingle at the back of his mind warned him. There were more minds in the vicinity, ones he had missed while plundering the leader's memories.

He scanned the room with all four eyes, his mind probing the surrounding space. Someone was there, but he couldn't pinpoint where. His dolls sensed the shift in him immediately, their eyes narrowing, bodies going still.

One of Shrike's feline ears twitched. The warrior's sword cleaved through a nearby curtain in a flash of speed, the fabric floating slowly to the floor.

From behind it emerged a woman dressed in fine silks and jewellery that somehow didn't suit her… not for any lack of attractiveness, but because of an odd, slimy aura that seemed to cling to her.

Dangling from one arm was, surprisingly, another woman. A goblin. She was locked in a headlock, one large hand clamped over her mouth, and she wore a fancy but well-worn maid's outfit, her eyes wet with tears. Against her neck, the bigger woman pressed a knife… both blade and hand trembling.

“Stay back!” screamed the bigger woman with the fancy dress, “don’t touch me you disgusting monster!”

Edran gave her an intense look, her figure reflecting in his red eyes. “Nazira, Shrike… do you know who this is?” he asked his dolls.

Both women thought while looking her up and down. “I’ve never seen her before… but I’m pretty sure she is the leader’s daughter…” Nazira explained, crossing her arms.

Shrike stood next to the dark elf, the warrior’s sword ready to strike as soon as commanded. “Yeah, I think Nazira is right…” the catfolk agreed, “spoiled and nasty creature from what I heard…”

Edran looked at the goblin woman, her teary eyes glazed over as if already resigned to her fate. She was in a dreadful state, her ruffled dress showing scars, bruises, and burns everywhere. “Did she do this to you?” Edran asked the small woman, the look of her lightless eyes telling him everything he needed to know.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if she did,” Nazira commented, “from what I hear she was a pain for the Knot’s ‘recruiters’ because her servants would end maimed or dead more often than not…”

“You care about this piece of rubbish?!” the bigger woman screamed, pressing the tip of the knife against her captive, “well if you try anything while I get out of here, she will bleed like a pig all over the flood… move back!”

Edran had seen enough. Knowing he was close to the threshold that would mean his salvation after gorging himself for weeks on the Knot’s agents, he reached out with his mind. What once had been small, ravenous tentacles in the mindscape of the ethereal realm was now an all-consuming maw that towered over the woman like a whale ready to swallow her whole.

Despite not being able to see into this mind space, even a psychically meek creature such as her could feel the approaching doom, and she impotently whimpered before it. The knife clattered on the ground as its wielder flopped motionless on the carpet, her will devoured in an instant.

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Before Edran or his dolls could move to assist the freed hostage, something triggered inside the former archaeologist’s body. His flesh quivered, and his mind boiled, the power from all the wills he had devoured fusing and collapsing into a single point. After a moment that felt like an eternity, the fused essence of all these wills detonated like a supernova, washing over him and the manor.

He felt as if his flesh exploded from his bones, spreading like a creeping film over everything and everyone. It extended across the massive room they were in, covering every single nook and cranny, dissolving and assimilating any organic matter it came into contact with in less than a few seconds.

Only living, breathing creatures seemed to be spared. His dolls, the rescued hostage, and the now limp, will-less but still-living woman were not assimilated by his flesh, though their clothes and any other organic apparel were, nor was the dead leader’s corpse, for that matter. Edran roared, his body reforming where it stood. His shape was unchanged from the one he had gained when he devoured Shrike’s will, but he looked leaner, sharper, radiating power through every scale. 

Edran looked forward, opening his five eyes, for the gem embedded in his forehead that had been the catalyst of his transformation now was fully part of him. A red glow radiated from his gaze as a smirk curled on his scaled snout. This was it, his apotheosis was complete, the gem could bestow on him no further power… but he now could expand it on his own, and with no time limit.

“Master…” both his dolls fell to their knees, gazing at him in utter awe. 

Edran took a deep breath and looked at his hands. His transformation had always felt odd. He had been comfortable in this body, but something in him could never share the feeling of it being an alien thing he was piloting, yet not part of.

Not any more. This was his flesh, his blood, his thoughts. Whatever plan the creators of the gem had when it was stored away, this had now been the outcome. Was it what they wished to achieve? He would probably never know, but perhaps now he was the closest he could ever be to those long dead creatures.

With his flesh still shivering and fluid, he looked down at the carpet, where the small goblin woman stared up at him with a mixture of panic and resignation. Her naked green skin displayed even more clearly the horror she had been put through… it was a miracle she was even alive from the look of some of her scars. Now that her dress was gone, Edran could see she was a wild or forest goblin, with a nasty stump where her tail should have been. Someone had even sadistically chopped off one of her nipples. 

He carefully dropped one knee on the carpet, extending one of his hands towards her. “I know I look like a monster, but I promise you, I mean you no harm…” he said, attempting to make his alien voice sound less threatening.

She looked at him and his hand, too afraid to even move. “What… What are you? …Who are you?” she asked, her voice raspy and broken.

Edran shook his head. “I used to be a man… but I don’t know what I am any more…” he explained, lowering his hand on the floor, which was now covered by a tingling film of his flesh.

The goblin woman looked at him and around the room, before her sad grey eyes settled on his face. “...Did they do this to you?” she asked.

“After a fashion… I was an archaeologist, and they wanted something I had found in some ruins. Because I would not give it to them, they tried to kill me… so out of desperation I used what was hidden in the ruins… and it turned me into this,” he answered, simplifying the full story.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, pointing at his flesh, which was still shifting like ocean waves, small tentacles sometimes protruding from its surface.

He shook his head. “Not any more… it looks scary, but my body is stabilising…” he looked at his own arm, which was already getting more solid, “I think it will be over soon.”

“What did you do to her?” the goblin woman asked, pointing at the drooling mindless woman on the floor.

Edran grinned. “I devoured her will… she is effectively dead and won’t hurt you ever again…”

The smallest hint of a smile curled on her lips. “Who are they? I think I have seen one of them before…”

Nazira and Shrike looked at the goblin woman, she might remember them, but they clearly didn’t, which was unsurprising knowing their personalities before they became Edran’s dolls.

“They are my dolls,” Edran explained, “I used some of my power to rebuild their minds.” 

He was unsure why he was telling the goblin woman all this. They had found other servants in the manor, and unsure what to do with them, Nazira and him had used their powers to put them to sleep for now. It’s not like they could send them away, most were far from home and had no resources whatsoever.

Perhaps he had been holding all this in his chest for too long, and now that they were safe, the presence of someone whose mind he had not rebuilt from scratch pushed him to share everything with her.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked her.

“My name is…” she stopped for a moment, lost in thought, “Misha… that’s my actual name, not the one I was given here…”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Misha,” he said, worried his smile might look threatening, “I’m Edran. And these are my dolls, Nazira and Shrike.” The two women moved closer, completely unbothered by their current lack of clothes.

Misha looked at them, a whirlwind of thoughts in her mind. “You… rebuilt their minds? What does that mean?” she asked, her calming voice showing how surprisingly well-spoken she was, despite her appearance. The knot probably invested quite a bit of time in educating her, though how that education was delivered was probably horrific.

Edran sat on the floor to more comfortably continue their conversation, his dolls following his lead and sitting to his sides. “When I devour someone’s will they remain alive, but nothing keeps their mind going…” he explained, pointing at the woman still immobile on the floor, “like a carriage with no animal to pull it or a ship with no sails.”

He placed two of his big hands on Nazira and Shrike’s heads, lovingly petting them. “But I can use my power to give them will again. They are not the same people though, it’s more like a new person inhabiting the old one’s memories… and I can also modify them however I want…”

Edran expected Misha to be horrified at this information, or at the very least deeply concerned by it. Yet, if the goblin woman was disturbed by this, she showed no signs of it. Perhaps her life in such a horrible place had desensitised her to it.

“So you can change someone’s memories?” Misha asked.

“At least after I reawaken them as dolls…” he explained, curious to know what Misha was thinking, but unwilling to probe her mind for it.

“...are they happy?” she asked, an odd longing look in her eyes.

“Ask them…” he responded, pointing at the two women with his other hands. Misha looked at the two dolls, her eyes shifting between Nazira and Shriek.

“From what I remember of my previous life, the old Nazira was a cold miserable person…” explained the dark elf, “but now…? I am so happy I can scarcely comprehend it… and especially when he enjoys me or praises me I go to sleep with the biggest smile on my face…”

“Same…” purred Shrike, “I love being Master’s kitten… I’m so lucky he gave me a new life. Nothing beats going to sleep sore and full after he fucks us till we get knocked out.”

Edran turned to Shrike with a look of concern. He shouldn’t have been surprised by her straightforward words, but because of Misha, he hadn’t expected them. Yet the goblin woman did not appear disturbed at all. She shifted her body and was now kneeling politely before them, her eyes wider and more full of life than when they had first encountered her.

“Could you…” her voice trembled, “turn me into one… into a doll…?”

The former archaeologist stared at Misha in utter disbelief. “You want me to make you into a doll…? What… Why?”

Misha lowered her gaze, her hands shaking against her small thighs. “My family sold me to the organisation when I was very small… I can scarcely remember it, but I recall my mother telling me how much money they had given them and how much it would help the family, that I was such a good girl for helping them like this…”

“I cried so much when they took me away, but my family just closed the door behind me to not see the recruiter take me…” She held her hands to her face, trying to stop the tears. “Training was brutal. Any mistake would get you beaten up, and those that complained got it the worst… many didn’t get up after they had their way with them…”

Edran could feel his blood boil from her story.

“They passed me around a lot. I was obedient and learned fast, so I kept surviving… but…” Even after years of learning to repress her pain and tears, it was obvious this was taking a toll on her. “I spent most of my youth as a personal servant, attending my Master in anything he needed… cleaning, washing, grooming… relief…”

“Eventually he got tired of me when I got older… so they brought me here, to be her servant…” she explained, pointing at the mindless woman on the floor. “Her servants didn’t seem to last much, I was told…”

From the state of her body, you could see why, Edran thought to himself.

“Could you take it all away…? All of… this?” she asked, holding her own head. “I just can’t… it’s…”

Misha finally broke down, crying inconsolably. Edran hesitated at first, but eventually pulled the small woman into his arms, holding her against his scaly chest. She clearly welcomed the gesture, pressing her face against him, but years of trauma and caution stopped her from hugging him back.

“What would I even do now? Where would I go?” she asked outloud, “I have thought of ending things, staring at the knives in the kitchen… but I just couldn’t…”

“I understand…” Edran said, trying to be as gentle as possible, “but if what you’re asking me is quite rash… if I made you my doll, I would just be making you mine, like the Knot did…”

She shook her head. “No… not like them… Your dolls,” she said pointing at Nazira and Shrike, “they are happy… they don’t just look happy, I can tell they are happy…”

“All my life I have been someone else’s property… it’s everything I know,” she clenched her firsts against him, “I don’t mind being property anymore… I just want it to stop hurting… and to be happy…”

Edran held her close, a storm of emotions thundering inside him. He could understand her, in his new form, he could feel the pain radiating from her. Could he take it all away? Would it be the right thing to do?

He shook his head. It wouldn’t be the right thing to do. The right thing to do would be to find a way to help her out of this nightmare, allow her to heal, and find a normal life somewhere. But… it felt as if she didn’t want that at all.

“You are traumatised… this is not the right thing to do, you need to heal, find a new life…” he explained trying to dissuade her.

Misha shook her head. “I don’t want to heal… I can’t heal…” she softly punched his chest, “I want to be me, just without the pain…” The woman lifted her face towards him, a look of determination in her teary eyes. “I have always just kept my head down and did as I was told, but if I don’t become your doll now, I don’t think I will ever have the chance…”

“Please, just… hollow me out and take it all away…” she pleaded, “please, I beg you…”

Edran took a deep breath. Wise or not, her begging was pulling at his heartstrings. Sparks danced through his mind, thoughts shooting around like lightning. An idea came to him, taking root at the front of his mind… she still wants to be herself… but without the pain.

Could he make her a doll without devouring her will first? Could he keep her the same, but exert his control over her to remove those things that she craved gone? When he first acquired his new form and powers, this would have been impossible. But now? Now his will was so vast it felt endless…

He looked her in the eye, his curiosity getting the upper hand. “I could try something… but I don’t know if it will work…”

Misha’s eyes widened. “Please! Anything!” she begged.

Edran shook his head. “But if it works, you will be completely enslaved by me, you understand? Not even your thoughts will be yours!” he explained, part of him hoping this would make her back down… even though he already knew she wouldn’t.

The goblin woman shook her head and got to her feet, raising her face toward his, utterly unintimidated by his monstrous appearance. “That’s all I have been all my life. That’s all I know… freedom sounds nice, but what is there for me out there? For a broken goblin girl with nothing to her name?” She sobbed, “I would rather have happiness than freedom… I would rather have relief from… this…” She gestured toward herself.

“We could just take care of you… no need to be a slave or a servant…” Edran tried to reason.

Misha clenched her fist, ineffectually slamming them on his shoulders. “And do what? Cry into my bedsheets every night? Stare onto a wall frozen and aimless?” she complained. Her anger subsided after a moment, the woman resuming her calmer yet dulled expression. “If that is all you are willing to offer… I will take it, and I thank you for it…” she said, her gaze towards the ground, “but I would prefer if you made me into a doll… maybe relive the same life as I did… just happy.”

Shrike placed her hand on Edran’s shoulder. “Why do you hesitate, Master? Being your doll is the best! In my old life I never enjoyed life as much as I do as your kitty…” she purred.

Nazira mirrored Shrike, placing her hand on Edran’s other shoulder. “Yes Master… please share this joy with her…” she pleaded with a smile, “you can even change her looks if they don’t please you, same as how you gave me these lovely big tits…”

Edran chuckled, it was amusing to hear the otherwise formal Nazira refer to her breasts that way, which is why he had commanded her to do so.

Misha stared at them, her eyes wider than ever. “You can change them like that too?” she excitedly asked, “when you said you could also modify them I didn’t think you meant that!”

“Indeed,” he replied, unable to hide his smile, “I can mold their flesh like putty…”

The goblin gazed down, a thought bubbling to her lips. “...could you give me back my tail…” she asked, the stump on her rear having the smallest of shivers.

Edran could no longer take it. He placed his hand on her head, lovingly petting her as she gazed into his red eyes again. “I cannot dissuade you, can I?” he asked her.

“Please…” she pleaded, grasping one of his hands as tight as she could.

“I have never tried this before, so it’s basically an experiment… and if I do end up devouring your will, it’s effectively death…” he explained, “the person that would be born from your mind is someone similar, yet different…”

Misha shook her head and slowly leaned forward. “I’m not afraid of death anymore… please do it…”

Edran took a deep breath and stood up. He closed his eyes, concentrating in the room for a moment. The flesh that had erupted from him during his transformation now covered everything like a warm and slick film, all the organic matter it had absorbed trapped in its layers. He now realised it was still his flesh, regardless if it was still attached to him or not, and should obey his commands, for the flesh must obey the mind.

The ground bulged below Misha, growing at a rapid pace. Unclear about its purpose, but clued in by the angle in which it was growing, the goblin sat on the bulge, her small body raising with it until her eyes were at around the height of a human woman.

Below Edran another shape started growing upwards, this one slowly forming into something akin to a chair or perhaps a throne, if someone was feeling particularly egocentric. He sat on it with a serious look in his alien face, the red glimmer of his eyes focused on the nervous yet eager Misha.

“I don’t know what you are going to feel, but please relax and tell me if I need to stop…” he asked her, focusing on the woman’s eyes.

She shook her head, tightly grabbing the edge of the makeshift stand she sat on before gazing back at him. “Don’t stop, no matter what happens… by the end of this I want to be your doll… or dead…”

Edran clenched one of his fists. He had to admit to himself that her desperation enticed him but also worried him immensely. “Then I will make sure that the last thing never happens…” he sighed, “try to clear your mind…”

The material realm faded into the background as he plunged his tendrils into her psyche. Misha could clearly feel his probing into her mind, the goblin woman clenching her small fists to withstand the discomfort while trying to keep her mind clear and calm for him. 

Edran had normally been quite careless when digging into another psyche, smashing through like a bulldozer or devouring his subjects outright. Not now, though. He carefully maneuvered his tendrils around her thoughts and memories, gently pushing them aside as 

he plunged deeper and deeper, a growing pressure on his chest from the worry of something going wrong. 

Despite his slower pace, Misha’s relaxed and open mind, combined with his new-found power, allowed him to quickly reach the very depths of her psyche. The woman’s will pulsed in front of him, a small light in the dark, its fire somehow showing cracks and bruises. Edran could feel his fury at those that had done this swell up once again, but it was quickly tempered by the knowledge that he was ultimately doing something similar, even if it was with her explicit consent. 

With utmost care, he pushed one of his mental tendrils into her will, pushing through the cracks as the woman whimpered. “Don’t stop… please…” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks while her eyes trembled in their sockets.

His chest expanded with another deep breath, the tendrils of his mind carefully nibbling at Misha’s will, removing just enough of it to allow him through, like worms slowly moving through soft soil. The woman let out a breathless gasp as Edran finally touched the very core of her will with his mind.

He tenderly caressed it with his tendrils, a soft sequence of whimpers escaping from Misha’s lips. Still doubtful about the ethics of the situation, but enticed by her willingness and his curiosity, Edran took a small bite of her soft, delicate core. It was warm and kind, with a bitter aftertaste from years of horror and suffering, but still beautiful and welcoming.

With trepidation, the former archaeologist plucked a small fragment of his own ever-refilling will and placed it in the minuscule hole he had dug for it. Misha’s eyes rolled back into her skull, the woman frozen in place as tendrils grew from Edran’s will, digging into her will like hungry roots.

He pulled back from her depths, observing what was happening with ravenous curiosity. The roots from his will extended across Misha’s will, filling every crack, crevice, and dent. In no time at all, they had engulfed it completely, tightly gripping and holding it together like an iron net.

Misha let out a moan, shaking in place as Edran’s roots exploded from her will, digging themselves across every facet of her mind. Every memory, every feeling, every desire… It left the small woman as if locked in a trance, her glazed eyes still hiding behind her skull while she shivered, moaned, and drooled.

Edran held her in place with two of her hands, the warmth of her body intensifying with every inch of her mind his will claimed. After a few moments that felt like an eternity, Misha let out a loud gasp, her eyes slowly regaining their focus.

“Are you ok?” he asked, slowly moving her face so he could look into her eyes.

The small woman nodded, a shiver running down her spine. “I… I am…” she said, still short of breath.

“Look at me, Misha…” her eyes locked onto his, his order dragging them towards his gaze like if pulled from steel chains, “...who am I?”

She sat there for an awkwardly long moment, her mind bubbling with thoughts she was struggling to turn into words. “I… I know who you are…” she explained, “... I don’t really know how to explain it…”

Edran stroked his chin with one of his hands. “You wanted to be my doll, right?” he asked. Misha nodded as effusively as she could in her dazed state. “Well then, that would make me your Master… understand?”

His words triggered something in her. Misha held her face as her eyes trembled in their sockets and her whole body shivered. A loud moan filled the room, her pink tongue dangling from her lips as she panted. “Ma… Master…” she cooed, as if the words were swelling from her heart.

“You like it?” he asked her.

Misha thought for a second. “I… do…” her words are so soft, almost imperceptible, “I do… for the first time in my life, I… like calling someone Master…”

“Who am I?” he asked her again.

A tender smile curled on her lips. “You are my Master…” the words coming out of her lips made her shiver.

“Let’s try something better…” he said, his eyes locked with her, “even if it hurts, close your eyes and try to remember the worst moment in your life… don’t hide from the feelings, let them come to the surface even if they are horrible…”

Despite her terrified look, she gave him a little nod. Misha closed her eyes and dug into her memories, her body visibly shaking from what she was recalling.

“Now, these memories will not hurt you anymore…” he commanded using his power over her, “they will still be there, but they will cause you no pain and no trauma. Simply something that happened and you learned from… nothing more, nothing less…”

Tears started rolling down her cheeks again, the woman’s body shaking and shivering non-stop while she placed her hands on her head once more. Misha clenched her jaws, whining louder and louder until suddenly, with a soft whimper, her expression turned into one of orgasmic bliss.

Her loud moan caught Edran by surprise, shocked to see Misha double over backwards, her whole body convulsing in a brutal climax. She continued to moan and shiver, her chest heaving while she clawed at the stand she was sitting on, until with a final dirty gasp she slumped on her seat. A dumb blissful look had taken over her face, the lewdness of her expression leaving Edran confused.

“What happened…?” he asked her, carefully raising her chin.

“My… my…” a shiver made her moan, breaking her pace, “my mind… did as you told it… those memories… no longer hurt…” Her smile was so pure it was contagious. “...and it felt amazing…”

“You could feel the changes I ordered take place? And they made you… climax?” he asked her, in utter disbelief.

“Oh gods…” she moaned, her lower lips visibly twitching, “yes…”

“And you remember me ordering changes?” he asked.

Misha effusively nodded, a pleading look in her blissed-out face. “Please… more…” she begged.

Edran couldn’t shake his surprised look. When his commands altered the mind of his dolls, he could see it happen, but afterwards they either had no recollection of it or their minds had crafted simple explanations to internalise the change. Not so it seemed with Misha, who apparently was able to remember the changes… and thoroughly enjoy them.

“You said you wanted to have a similar life… but this one happy, right?” Edran mused out loud.

“Yes Master… I would love that…” her arms wrapped around her shivering body.

“Well then…” he said with a smile, “you shall be our maid… who loves to clean, cook and take care of our living space for us…”

The small woman shivered all over once more, biting her lip as a muffled moan escaped her lips. “Yes… M-m-master…” she babbled, “but that is not the… only thing I was tasked with…”

Edran basked on her lewd gaze, she was not backing away from what she had decided. The former archaeologist leaned forward, a smile on his lip. “And you will also be there to happily satisfy any and all carnal needs we may have… no matter if it’s Master of one of his dolls, if they want to do it with you, you find it arousing and always orgasm hard when you notice your partners doing it…”

Misha fell backwards on her plinth, climaxing so hard her body looked ready to snap. The woman’s eyes twitched while a breathless moan got stuck in her throat, drowning in the bliss she felt from her thoughts rearranging themselves. Edran held her down with two of his hands, concerned she may fall down due to her flailing around. After a few delightful moments, Misha looked back at him, her eyes bright and full of joy for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. 

“Good girl…” he said, lovingly petting her head, “and one final command for now… any painful memories from your life, not just the ones from my previous order, will no longer hurt you… from today your life starts anew, free from the pain of the past…”

He held her upwards on her plinth as her eyes rolled back once more, soft happy moans escaping from her lips as Edran’s order slowly rewrote her trauma. Misha’s smile widened as she gasped, years of pain slowly washing away while sending her into the throes of climax once more.

With the change complete, the woman placed her small hands on Edran’s wrists, giggling with excitement. “Master, if I am to serve you and your dolls, I would like to be pretty…” her hands tightened against his wrists, “please… change my body as you have done my mind…”

He caressed her face with one of his upper hands, tenderly cleaning her tears away with his thumb. “You already look beautiful to me as you are, Misha…” His words were not just politeness, years of abuse had utterly wrecked her body, but the former archaeologist found her eagerness and bravery immensely attractive.

“If you order me to stay like this, I shall do so…” she said obediently, “but I know I don’t look my best, Master, it’s ok…” she pressed her small face against his hand. “At the very least may I please have my tail back? I really miss it… they said it made it hard to find me dresses.”

Edran couldn’t help but to growl. How dare they harm such a lovely creature. “Tell me, little doll…” her Master finally embracing her as his doll made the woman whimper with happiness, “how would you like to look? What do you think is beautiful?”

Misha went silent for a second, utterly lost in thought. “I remember seeing a woman in one of my previous jobs…” she explained, her mind looking back onto a memory, “I don’t know who she was or why was she there… but she was the most beautiful person I had seen in my life…”

Her eyes met with Edran’s gaze once more. “She was tall and lithe, with beautiful long blonde hair that was so bright it looked like gold…” Misha's eyes sparkled as she reminisced, “she wore a white dress and when I first saw her I thought she may have been a ghost, because she was almost ephemeral, her shoes barely making a sound on the floor…”

“Maybe she was an elf?” Edran asked.

“Maybe…” she thought to herself, “I don’t know why she was there, or what happened to her… but she smiled at me when she walked by… her blue eyes were so deep and beautiful…” the woman let out a deep sigh, “people rarely smiled at me… it made me feel special…”

“Would you like to look like her?” her Master asked, his thoughts already assembling a plan inside his mind.

Misha nodded. “Yes… but I also like being a goblin?” she explained, with a conflicted tone in her voice, “at the very least I would like my tail back, I miss it…”

Edran stood up, his massive body towering over her. “I have an idea… something that I think you will really like… even without ordering you to…” he said with a wink.

Misha giggled and kissed the palm of his hand. “I will like it no matter what… and if I don’t…” she gazed at him with a determined look, “please do change my mind, it feels amazing when you do so…”

Her words made her Master shiver, who leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Edran was beyond touched by her, this whole situation enticing beyond anything he could have imagined. “Well then… please relax and do not struggle, it’s a big change so I’m going to try something different…”

“I’m yours, Master…” Misha cooed, they were words she had uttered before, but it was the first time she meant them, and saying them gave her joy. “Please do whatever you need to me…”

Edran was tempted to just take her there and then… but retrained himself as he believed she would enjoy it more once he was done. Using his newly unlocked powers, he made the plinth she was sitting on grow around her, tendrils growing from its surface and slithering all over her body.

Misha let out a soft moan, Edran’s tendrils pushing inside her body through every orifice they could find, making her insides tingle as they slowly became filled with his matter. The woman’s eyes faded once more, a mess of fleshy tendrils digging into her ears. The mass enveloping her took on the vague shape of a cocoon, slowly closing her off from the outside world. A thicker tentacle pressed against her face, its tip shifting into something akin to a mask, covering her mouth and nose. With a final, happy moan from Misha, the cocoon closed itself completely. 

Edran smiled to himself as wet churning sounds reverberated from the cocoon, sometimes intermixed with a soft moan or whimper. With the transformation happening as per his thoughts and being able to monitor it with a fragment of his mind, the former archaeologist turned around to check on his dolls.

Shrike and Nazira had entertained themselves while he worked with Misha by effusively making out, and both women looked up at him still red with blush, their bodies intertwined as they looked up at him. Edran still could scarcely believe how beautiful they were, and how elated he was for them to be his dolls.

As he pulled them both into a hug, he realised that he still thought of himself as a former archaeologist, knee-deep in ruins, digs or dusty tomes. But while that was who he had been, it was hardly who he was now. What was he now? A monster? Perhaps… a criminal? Most definitely…

The feeling of his dolls pressing their bodies against his sent a shiver through his scales, a smile slowly curling onto his lips. He was something new now, no longer a simple human… He was a puppet master… a dollmaker…

Edran’s gaze turned downwards, basking in the worshipful look Shrike and Nazira were giving him. He caressed their faces, slipping a thumb into each of their mouths, the beautiful dolls sensually sucking them on pure instinct. Misha’s infectious happiness at becoming a doll had put him in a good mood, and he wanted to do something nice for his two other toys.

He carefully moved them away as a dirty thought manifested in his mind, his smile turning into a lewd wicked grin. The two dolls looked on with curiosity as a thick staff-like tendril grew from the ground before him, which he gripped with one hand firmly. Edran pulled it off the ground with a wet rip, the fleshy mass wiggling in his hand like an enormous phallic looking worm.

“Kitten, turn around and bend over…” he commanded.

Shrike smiled and sensually turned around, bending over as he had ordered and sensually spreading her holes for him with a purr.

Edran shoved one end of the flesh staff inside her pussy, ramming it as deep as he could as she held onto Nazira to avoid falling down from the delightful shivers vibrating through her body.

“Turn around and stand up straight again…” he ordered, Shrike whimpering and purring as she did so as best she could.

Nazira lovingly held the kitten in place as the fleshy staff pushed as deep as her womb, sending Shrike into a mad climax. Edran’s flesh inside her started to shift, rooting itself inside the kitten and expanding until it had filled any space inside her. With a loud moan, Shrike arched back as the part of the staff outside her slowly morphed into a throbbing and pulsating replica of her Master’s phallus and testes.

The kitten looked down at it with a crazy look of excitement, her body shivering as she ran her fingers along its ridges. It was the size that Edran normally had unless he decided to shift things for the day, and it looked ridiculously huge when compared to the short catfolk woman. Both Nazira and Shrike looked up at their Master, an excited glint in their eyes.

“I know you have been saying how much you would like to fuck Nazira the same way Master does for a while, kitten…” he explained with a grin, “so I decided to give you an opportunity…” Shrike turned her gaze towards Nazira, giving the elven woman such a ravenous look it made her loudly whimper.

“You should have enough mass in that for around four loads…” Edran added, already excited by how happy they seemed, “now show Nazira what you had in mind…”

“Oh, and Nazira?” he said, getting the woman’s attention.

“Y-y-yes, Master?” she answered, her lower lips already quivering with excitement.

“Until the kitten is done with this new toy you are hers, you will obey her and enjoy anything she wants to do to the fullest exactly as if it was me. Understood?” he commanded.

Nazira’s knees buckled, his command stroking her already overwhelming arousal to a boiling point. “Yes Master, with pleasure…” she cooed.

“Good girls…” he grinned, “have fun now…”

Shrike pounced on Nazira as he turned around, pinning the elf to the ground and grinding her temporary throbbing phallus against her voluptuous breasts. “I’ve been dying to do this…” she purred.

The wet sounds of Shrike fucking Nazira’s breasts made Edran smile as he approached Misha’s cocoon. His eyes were drawn down to the mindless woman on the floor, her gaze vacant as she drooled. An idea popped into his head, making his lips curl into a wicked grin. It wouldn’t be a karmic punishment, for the original foul woman was no longer inhabiting this body, but it would still be poetic. 

He lifted the woman with two of his arms, and focused on her empty mind, carefully dropping a small part of his own will inside it as he had done with Nazira and Shrike. Now that his power had considerably grown, he found he could even leave some commands and instructions behind to have her mind rearrange itself as soon as his will took root, saving him some time giving her the basics.

Just as her eyes started to twitch and incoherent babbling rose from her lips, a cocoon-like mass similar to the one engulfing Misha started to grow around her. Tendrils plunged into every orifice as she moaned and whimpered, her face disappearing beneath the fleshy growth amid wet gargles and churning sounds. The transformation he had planned in his mind would also need a bit longer than a smaller modification, but should still finish soon enough.

And just as he was thinking this, the fraction of his mind monitoring Misha’s transformation alerted him that the work was done and she was ready to emerge. Edran struggled to contain his excitement, approaching the now-quiet cocoon with trepidation. He gently touched it, commanding it to open. The fleshy mass ruptured like an amniotic sac, an odd organic slurry spilling onto the living film covering the floor, which quickly absorbed it. 

Misha stumbled out of it, dazed and struggling to walk on her new feet. Edran caught her before she could fall, her green skin glistening like that of a newborn against his scales. The woman looked up at him while catching her breath, confused but excited about what was to come.

“D-d-dit it work?” she timidly asked, still so dazed that she didn’t realise her head was now at the height of his chest.

Edran smiled and waved a hand, making a mirror-like surface grow from the flesh film covering the floor. It rose in front of Misha until it gave her a full view of her new body, the woman covering her mouth while looking upon it with tears of joy in her eyes. “Master… I look so… beautiful…” she exclaimed between sobs.

Her Master had tried his best to devise a way to combine her two requests, and she appeared elated with the results. Misha’s general appearance was still that of a goblin, but she was much taller and slender, easily towering a head over Nazira and Shrike yet still a head shorter than Edran. From her head flowed a wavy mane of blond hair that cascaded down her shoulders. It was so shiny it glimmered like pure gold.

The woman’s eyes were now a clear, deep blue, shining like jewels on her fair and beautiful face. Any scars, blemishes, or mutilations from her abuse were gone, and she almost cried when she turned to the side to admire her regrown tail, the smooth and muscular appendage ending in a tuft of blond hair as shiny as the one on her head.

There was no hair on her body except for a cute, heart-shaped tuft on her pubic mound, exactly the same colour as the one on her head. Above it, in delightful, glittering pink, was Edran’s brand, its lines dancing over the woman’s green skin.

Overwhelmed, she turned to her Master once more, tears running down her cheeks. “I have never felt this beautiful… thank you… thank you!” she exclaimed, pressing her hands and perky breasts against his chest.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Edran firmly gripped her soft and petite rear, lifting her to meet his lips. Misha wrapped her arms around his big alien-looking head, surrendering her mouth to his tongue with a blushing look of delight. Their tongues danced as they glided against each other, Edran’s much longer muscle pushing deep into Misha’s throat. After savoring her for a long breathless moment, Edran released his doll, the woman loudly panting while gazing at him as if she was in the presence of a god.

“If you are going to be our maid, you will need a decent dress…” the dollmaker thought to himself as he carefully put her down, “take a step back, gorgeous, I’m going to try something…”

“Yes Master!” she happily replied while doing as told.

Edran concentrated once more, commanding the living film that covered the room to creep all over Misha’s naked body. She shivered and moaned at the feeling of the warm flesh spreading itself over her skin, gently wrapping itself around her. Once she was covered, Edran played around with the matter covering her, commanding it to alter its shape.

Slowly but surely, the fleshy mass morphed into facsimiles of fabrics, buttons, and ribbons, eventually growing into a maid-themed ensemble. On and under her feet, the mass had solidified into slick-looking, thick black heels and short, white, ankle-high frilly socks. Her smooth legs remained lovely and bare until reaching her torso, which was now covered by a black and white maid dress with bare shoulders, an underbust raising her perky breasts, and a very high and short frilly skirt. The whole set was completed with a cute coif over her head, and a red ribbon at the tip of her tail.

Misha almost cried once more at the sight of herself in the mirror, utterly elated with her look. She did a small twirl before making a curtsy at her master, her blue eyes focused on his expression as she raised the tips of her skirt. “Master, it's so beautiful… I have never felt like this…” she explained with a glint in her eyes, “do you like it?”

Edran stepped forward, raising her chin with a smile on his lips. “You look stunning, but I think there is something missing,” he mused to himself. After thinking for a moment, Edran snapped his fingers and grinned. He raised one of his hands toward her and wrapped his fingers around her small neck, stealing a smitten whine from her lips. He tightened his grip hard for a second, leaving her breathless but delighted. As he retreated his hand, Misha felt a small, tight, leather slave collar with a heart-shaped O-ring materialize around her neck.

Still panting with excitement, the woman slid her fingers along the collar, the bubbling feeling in her chest only getting more intense. It was the tightest collar she had ever worn, resting against her neck almost as if it were knitted onto her skin. A single tear ran down her face, the woman moving his hand upwards to meet her cheek. “Gods, I have worn many collars… but this is the first time I feel happy and safe with it around my neck…”

Edran grinned to himself. The wrongness of the situation had completely evaporated, her delight at the situation dissolving any worries he might have had. “Still happy to be more than just a maid for us, Misha?” he asked her, the look in her blue eyes telegraphing her response before uttering a word.

“Happy and eager… Master…” she cooed, pressing her face against his hand, “tell me where you want me or what you desire…”

“Good… but let me teach you something quick…” he added with a smile, “focus on your clothes for a second, close your eyes if you need to…”

Misha did as commanded, her breathing slowing down as she attempted to focus. “Yes Master…” she whispered.

“Can you feel how they are still part of me? Part of my flesh?” he asked, his hand still tenderly caressing her face.

“I do…” she answered, sensually biting her lip, “they are feeding off me… just a little, enough to remain fixed to their shape…”

“Good girl, you learn quickly! You can command them to change… not to the extent I can… but enough to quickly get undressed…” his smile warped into a lewd grin, “Now… order your dress to retreat around your chest… and expose your lovely breasts…”

Misha bit her lip, and after a couple of attempts the fabric of her dress seemingly retreated under her skin, exposing her perky green breasts and her pink nipples. The woman opened her eyes and looked down, excited by her success. “Did I do it right?” she asked with a sparkle in her eyes.

Edran patted her head with a proud look and kissed her forehead. “You did it perfectly… bravo!” His praise filled her with joy, “you can also do the same if you quickly need to get undressed…”

“Yes Master! …but you do not want me fully undressed yet, right?” she asked, the mischievous look in her eye letting Edran know she was already clued into what he desired.

“Smart girl…” he said, licking his lips, “turn around and bend over… let me see my maid’s eager holes…”

A flat firm surface imitating the table that once stood there rose behind Misha, who turned around and leaned her chest against it. Edran growled at the sight of her raised hips, the hem of her dress so short it left both her slick and hungry holes exposed for her Master. The woman sensually spread both for him as her tail tensed upwards, her smile even more inviting than her lewd pose.

“Take what’s yours, Master…” she whined, words that she had learnt before but now actually held meaning, “I feel so empty… please…”

Edran stepped forward, his massive alien-looking phallus emerging from its pouch. He growled in excitement as a pair of his hands firmly gripped her hips and he rubbed the tip of his cock against her holes, doubting which one to enjoy first as she whined. “They both look so delicious…” he growled.

“They will be there for you forever, Master…” she cooed, “so don’t worry, whichever you don’t take you can use later as much as you desire…” Edran almost sank his claws onto her flesh. Despite having been enjoying his dolls for months now, it still drove him mad with lust when they spoke to him like this. 

After taking a long breath, his lips curled into a mischievous smile. Why even choose? He was beyond such limitations now. With a wet squelching noise, his cock split into two phalluses, one on top of each other. They both grew until each was the same size as the original, their tips throbbing against her holes stole whines from Misha, who looked back at her Master with a mad look of lust.

“Gods, Master… it just keeps getting better…” she moaned, “please… gods I have never truly begged for this but… please! Take me!”

Edran slammed his hips, both his tips sliding inside her with a loud wet sound. He held her trembling body tighter, the woman’s shivers so intense it was a miracle she could stand. “It feels good! Oh gods, it feels good! It actually feels good!” she cried, “please! Show me what I could have been experiencing had I been yours! Take me as deep as you can! Please!”

He snarled, his tail slamming the ground like a maze to release some excitement. Misha quivered as he pushed against her, his ridges sliding inside her holes one by one. The woman’s insides started to make wet churning sounds that lewdly mixed with her moans and whines, leaving her a drooling mess on the table.

With a final push and a growl, Edran bottomed out inside her, his massive testes slamming against the back of her crotch. He leaned forward, almost enveloping her completely in his massive size. Misha whined as one of his upper arms slid under her neck, immobilising her in a head-lock as his other upper hand petted her golden hair.

“How do you feel?” he asked her, his teeth playfully nibbling her long pointy ears.

Misha struggled to respond at first, a mixture of moans, excited laughter and whines escaping her lips instead of words while he gyrated his hips, making his cocks churn her insides. “Glorious…” she finally was able to mumble, “I have never enjoyed sex…”

A loud whine took her breath away, the woman shivering and convulsing against his body in an early yet potent climax. “But this…” she swooned, “this I don’t think I could ever tire off…”

“That makes me happy…I promise you a happy reflection of your life till today… taken and owned…” he growled as he kissed her, “but happy…”

She loudly panted, unable to stop herself from drooling on his scales. “Just what I wanted…” she cooed as her tail lovingly coiled around his neck, “Thank you… Master…”

Instead of replying with words, Edran growled again and started slamming his hips against her rear, giving her all the force his body could produce. Each thrust made her lithe body bulge, and her moans to shift from loud and lewd shouts to soft breathless whimpers.

His intensity consumed her, pushing her conscious mind down into a puddle of bliss, drowning it until not a single thought remained in her head but the joy of being used. Edran was already boiling with arousal from the prelude to claiming his new doll, and at such a brutal rhythm he was due to explode inside her quickly.

With his doll completely blissed out, and dying for release, the dollmaker didn’t bother using his power over his body to continue for much longer, and allowed his loins to throb and pulsate ready to release a flood inside his new doll. Edran loudly growled, slamming his testes harder and harder against her flesh, his red eyes shining so intensely it made them look filled with blood.

A soft blissful whimper from Misha pushed him over the edge, and with a slam so savage he almost pierced through her, he impaled her as deep as her flesh allowed him, releasing a flood of his purple seed. The woman’s eyes trembled as they retreated under her skull, a dumb look of satisfaction overtaking her while she panted and drooled against his arm.

Edran growled and throbbed with each shot of his thick seed, making Misha’s belly noticeably bloat as it got filled like a lewd reservoir. Unable to contain himself, the dollmaker closed his jaws over one of her pointy ears, his teeth digging into her flesh as she convulsed even harder.

The feeling of her quivering flesh was so delightful that Edran refused to move long after his orgasm abated, only small lashes of cum erupting from his cocks as he throbbed. Misha mindlessly shivered in his arms, each lick of his long tongue stealing another soft whimper from her.

Still basking in their afterglow, Edran slowly lifted his torso and released her head, loudly panting as he admired her still impaled body beneath him. A small glimmer of consciousness returned to her eyes, nowhere enough to speak but just the right amount to beam him a thankful smile.

The dollmaker tenderly caressed her body. He didn’t really feel anyone should feel thankful for what he did… he had enslaved her after all, but they were well past the point of no return and Misha’s joy was infectious.

“Was it as good as you hoped, little doll?” he teased her, stirring her filled holes with his cocks.

Misha clawed at the living table, the stirring driving her once more to the edge of orgasm. “Even better…” she panted, “just yesterday I couldn’t imagine sex feeling this good, Master…”

“That makes me happy…” the dollmaker said, “I had my doubts about claiming you, but I see now how much you are enjoying it…”

“Please don’t doubt my choice,” she explained in her usual well-spoken manner, “I would happily do it again in a heartbeat…”

Edran chuckled to himself. “Let me ask you the same question a year from now…” he said with a wink.

She smiled as she raised her torso too, guiding his arms to embrace her. “My answer will be the same… perhaps more eager…” she mused to herself, “but let's do it regardless, Master… it can become a tradition…”

A warm smile was drawn on his lips. “I like this tradition… be a good girl and remind me every year…” he whispered in her ear.

Misha shivered as her mind rearranged itself to never forget his command, one of her hands caressing his snout as he licked the bite on her ear.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, trying to soothe the nasty teeth-mark.

“It does… I think it will leave a mark…” she chuckled, “and I love it… please allow me to keep it, Master…”

Edran tightened his embrace, making her whine and her filled belly slush from his grip. “You are so special, little doll…” he whispered.

“Thank you, Master, I aim to make you proud…” she swooned, her eyes moving towards the now quiet cocoon to their side, “I think your new toy is ready too…”

Misha was correct, Edran could feel the transformation was finished. He gave her a soft kiss on her head and slowly retreated, the beautiful doll letting out soft happy moans and whines as his ridges pulled out of her insides with a sequence of lewd wet pops. A cascade of Edran’s clear purple seed streamed down her legs, one final orgasm overtaking her as he pulled out his tips with a grunt, leaving Misha a quivering mess in his arms. 

The dollmaker made a glance back at his other two dolls while petting and snuggling Misha in his arms, curious to see what they were up to. It seemed the toy he had given to Shrike had made the tigress utterly mad with lust, for she had savagely fucked Nazira till climax at least three times in the time Edran had enjoyed his first time with Misha. Then again, pacing herself had never been something the tigress was good at, even under Edran’s control.

It seemed for this fourth round they were going at it much slower, perhaps out of fatigue or simply to savour it for longer. Nazira’s torso and face were stained with Shrike’s borrowed seed, her ass still leaking while the tigress took her pussy missionary style. Both women were utterly fixated in the other’s eyes with a smitten look on their faces. After being frozen like this for a brief moment, they melted into a ravenous kiss, their breasts rubbing together while Nazira locked her legs around Shrike’s hips with a vice-like grip.

Edran sighed with a smile on his face. Everything they did felt so real… his dolls may lack free will in the traditional sense, but they could definitely love and suffer like anyone else. The idea of being able to make such pure human feelings materialise on someone by his will alone was intimidating, and part of him was glad whichever creatures were the source of this power were long gone.

“Everything alright, Master?” Misha asked as she lovingly pressed her body against his.

“More than fine, gorgeous…” he answered before lifting her up for a kiss.

Still licking his lips from their smooch, Edran moved closer to the cocoon. He carefully sat Misha on the table and extended his hand, commanding the cocoon to release its contents.

A cascade of fluid splashed on the living floor, the cocoon retreating onto the ground as Edran gripped the reborn doll from the neck, her slick skin dripping down her dangling toes.

“You made her onto a goblin…” Misha whispered, a surprised look on her face.

“Outwardly, at least, felt appropriately karmic given the disdain with which she treated you… well, her previous self at least…” he explained with a grin.

“But inside she is nothing more than a living cocksock… hollow but for the most indispensable of organs… unable to get sustenance from anything but her Master's seed…” his sharp teeth gleamed under his wicked smile.

“Master that is devious…” Misha said, biting her lip, “and I love it…” 

“Oh?” Edran exclaimed, giving her a dirty look, “you have a small sadistic side hiding under those beautiful blue eyes?” 

His maid blushed, timidly coiling her tail around her face. “I wouldn't have survived this long without one…” she explained.

"Good…" he grinned, “then you can be her minder…” Misha’s pointy ears perked up. "Part of your job is going to be that she is well taken care of and fed… which in her case means getting used and abused, because she is an absolute glutton for humiliation…" 

“Isn't that right, cocksock?" He asked the new doll with an evil grin.

“Y-y-yes M-m-master…” she babbled, already shivering with anticipation, “please use your dumb toy, I need to be s-s-stretched over your cock until I can't think…” her conditioning had gone well inside the cocoon.

Misha leaned against Edran, a shiver running down her spine. “Master… please tinker with my mind, make it, so I am the best at giving her what she needs…” she pleaded.

Her Master gave her a dirty look. Misha actively enjoying getting her mind tinkered with was such an odd thing, but it pleased him greatly. “Listen closely then… when it comes to this little toy you love giving her what she requires, keeping her well-used and humiliated…” he said, his words triggering a shift in her mind.

Misha moaned as her eyes twitched, the woman holding onto him for dear life. A full body shiver vibrated through her skin as she climaxed, her long whine hanging in the air around them like a lewd echo.

“Thank you… Master…” she whimpered, her eyes giving the toy a dirty look, “does this filthy fucktoy have a name?”

Edran chuckled. "Not yet… does she even need a name? She is just a living cocksock after all…" his words made the toy visibly twitch and moan.

“If only to make it easy to identify her, Master…” Misha added with a grin, "maybe she can be just ‘Toy’, fits her…”

"I like that…" replied Edran, his hand gripping Toy’s neck tightly, “that’s your new name, fuckmeat, now thank Misha for giving you one…”

Toy was so visibly aroused it was a miracle she hadn't orgasmed just from that. "Thank you, Misha…" she whimpered.

“You're welcome…” Misha cooed, "now enough niceties, you need to be used and reminded you’re only good as a living masturbation aid.”

Edran released his hand from Toy’s neck, as with Misha before it, he left a bit of his mass behind, which turned into a tight black slave collar. This one had a small cute name tag such as the one on a pet, it simply had the word “Toy" etched in its golden disk.

Misha got off the table and moved towards Edran's impromptu chair or throne, her Master grabbing his new toy and following her. He turned the seat around so it was facing Nazira and Shrike, who were still busy rabidly making love to each other.

As he sat down, the seat expanded in size, making room for Misha to snuggle next to him on one side, something she eagerly did. With a grin of satisfaction he admired his new toy, the doll maker feeling he had done a great job with her new body. Despite its small size, she had clearly feminine hips, waist and chest, even though her breasts were almost flat. Toy stared at him with a needy look from her big red eyes, so aroused she was unable to control the sensual twitches from her tail and lower lips.

Edran had given her short pink hair, for he felt it was appropriate on a toy, and amused himself in comparing how big his cock was compared to her small torso.

“Make it bigger, Master…” Misha pleaded with an evil look on her face, “she needs to be stretched till breaking point to remind her how worthless she is except as your cumdump…”

The dollmaker grinned, Misha had taken well to her last mind alteration. “Well then… say when…” he said as he commanded the flesh in his already huge phallus to expand.

Toy stared at the growing cock with a look of needy panic, seeing it expand until it was almost as tall and at least two thirds as thick as her torso.

“When…” Misha finally said, a wicked grin on her lips as the tip of the throbbing phallus pulsated right under Toy’s neck, “now beg to be stretched over it, you miniature slut!” 

Toy broke down into a mess of sobbing and pleading. “Please Master, please! Stretch my insides over your cock, use me like the pathetic cock warmer I am!” She begged, “my only purpose in life is to be your fuckmeat, please, I beg you…’

Edran grinned and lifted her, dangling her over his tip. “Gods please, rip me apart if you must, stretch me over your ridges, I'll die happy if I at least fulfil my purpose and make you feel good for a moment…”

“Too much talking, too little moaning for a piece of fuckmeat…” Misha scolded the new toy.

Edran chuckled as the toy felt silent, a look of trepidation on her face. With uncharacteristic roughness, he started slamming Toy’s pussy against his enormous tip, groaning in frustration as he tried to shove it in while she screamed in excitement.

“Gods yes! Please! Please! Ple-” a wet choking sound cut off her pleading, Edran’s tip invading her insides.

“Fuck she's lovely and tight…” Edran growled, “I'm going to enjoy using her to masturbate…”

He turned his face to look at Misha, who couldn't tear out her eyes from the bulge on Toy’s flesh. “Misha… you love seeing your Master enjoy his toy, right? Touching yourself while he does so and always climaxing at the same time as him…” he commanded with a smile.

Misha let out a loud moan, the tinkering of her mind driving her to the edge. She snuggled closer to him, one of her hands sensually flicking her clit while she caressed his thighs with the other. “Thank you, Master…” she cooed, “I love seeing you use her so much…” 

“Good girl…” he whispered, his long tongue sliding along Misha’s lips, “now help me stretch this miniature whore over my ridges. Grab her legs and pull her down…”

“Yes Master!” Misha shouted in excitement, leaning forward over his lap and gripping Toy from her knees. With a naughty grunt, the lovely maid started pulling Toy down along her Master’s cock, her flesh bulging and warping with his huge shape as the tiny woman screamed for more.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! More! More! Please! More! Use me! Use me!” her pleading mantra got interrupted by a choking moan, Edran’s cock so deep it must have been pushing against her lungs.

“Gods Master…” Misha mumbled, her hands caressing Toy’s bulging flesh, “she looks amazing…”

Edran loudly groaned as a final hard pull from Misha made him bottom out inside a whimpering and drooling Toy, the small woman unable to even form words. “She feels amazing too…” he agreed, gripping his cock firmly with his bigger right hand, the pulsating of this phallus travelling through Toy’s stretched flesh.

Misha flopped backwards, her body snuggled against Edran’s as she shoved two fingers into her twitching pussy. Her blue eyes were chained to Toy’s, her moans and whimpers driving Misha over the edge.

Edran wasted no time and started masturbating, using his two left arms to hug Misha close to him and pet her smooth warm skin. Even for his enhances senses and extended will this was delightfully overwhelming, Toy’s warm shivering and tightness, combined with Misha’s softness and the feeling of her kisses on his scales were pushing his loins to explode.

He refused to pace himself, moving Toy’s tight body over his cock like the living masturbation aid she was, each whimper and moan from her mouth making him hasten so much he seemed ready to rip her in two.

“So she gets fed when you cum inside her, Master?” Misha cooed, her fingers speeding up with Edran’s wrist.

He nodded in between groans. “Indeed, she doesn’t have anything in there to digest food any more… if she doesn’t get used, she goes hungry…” he explained while squeezing both women with his hands.

“That’s so hot…” Misha moaned, “I need to make sure you use this dumb piece of fuckmeat often… she needs to stay fed and healthy for many, many, many years… until the life of the person she was is nothing but a blip on her existence and she can only remember being your toy…”

“Our toy,” Edran corrected her, “we should all use her, I just need to make sure she’s fed… might do something like what Shrike is enjoying right now so your gals can feed her too if needed…”

“You hear that, fuckmeat? Master is so nice he will let you get fed by his other dolls sometimes… be sure to worship and grovel and his feet when you can think again to thank him!” A series of breathless wet gargles seemed to agree with Misha, but it was difficult to say.

Edran tensed up, his loins ready to unleash another inhumanly huge load. “I’m almost there… gods she feels so tight…” he mused to himself.

Misha leaned closer to him, covering his scales in kisses while her free hand caressed his lower belly. “Don’t hold back Master, as long as you cum and are satisfied, she’s served her purpose…”

Her sweet dirty words pushed him over the edge, and with a roar of joy his cock erupted inside Toy like a savage volcano. There was nowhere for the torrent of seed to go inside the overstretched woman, who cried and moaned with a mixture of incomprehensible babbling as her body started to bloat even further. Toy’s eyes widened, a look of climax induced trance on her face. No sounds came from her asides from almost imperceptible breathless gasps intersected with wet churns, her body bulging more and more as seed filled her.

Misha joined them both in orgasm, throwing her head back on Edran’s chest as her pussy dripped and twitched. A melodious moan escaped her lips, the woman’s orgasms as graceful and ethereal as the body she had requested from her Master.

Still shooting load after load into the ready to burst Toy, Edran looked beyond her and to his two other dolls. Shrike was orgasming a final time with her borrowed phallus, a torrent of cum flooding Nazira’s eager womb. Both women desperately clung to each other, their eyes locked in a smitten stare. 

After a long pleasant moment, Shrike’s borrowed phallus deflated, flopping out of both their pussies with a wet plap. Nazira smothered her lover against her voluptuous chest as both women orgasmed again, a flood of purple seed leaking from their lower lips. Their swooning could be heard over Toy’s whimpers, making Edran’s lips curl in a proud smile.

“They are so sweet and beautiful,” he mused to himself, “maybe it’s because I rebuilt them exactly how I wanted, but they just make me so happy…”

Misha lovingly rubbed her cheek on his chest. “I think despite everything you are a good person Master… that’s why you hesitated so much to take me, and that’s why you love them so much…” she explained. “Even this filthy little toy of yours… you are frankly kinder to her than most masters I had before you…”

Edran stared at her, his red eyes wide with surprise. “You really mean that? Nothing that came over because of my changes?” he asked.

The maid shook her head. “None that I’m aware, and unless you have ordered me to forget something by now, which is your right to do for my mind is yours, I feel no changes made to my thoughts about it…” she added with a smile.

“You are really special, you know that?” he whispered, his tongue tickling her lips.

“I am what you want me to be… and if that makes you happy… it makes me happy…” she swooned.

He chuckled before pulling her into a long hungry kiss, his tongue pushing as deep down her throat until she rewarded him with a loud smitten moan. “Thank you, beautiful… your words give me comfort… I terrified this power makes me more like those that hurt you…” he explained to her.

Misha shrugged. “I haven’t known much kindness in my life… so maybe my view is warped…” she added with sincerity, “but I do think you at least care… which makes you different from them…”

“Please always make sure I never stop caring… that’s an order…” he commanded.

His maid trembled and whimpered, a long moan escaping her lips as her mind adjusted to his order. “Y-y-yes… Master…” she whimpered while licking her lips, “I will be your conscience for as long as you’ll have me…”

“Good girl…” he cooed before covering her in kisses.

Still savouring Misha’s taste on his lips, he looked back at Toy, the living fucktoy still quivering around his cock in a bliss induced trance. He thought of Misha’s words and concentrated on Toy’s skin, an idea taking shape as a cute tattoo on her right asscheek.

Misha noticed something was changing with the toy and leaned forwards, catching a glimpse of the tattoo with a grin. “Please pet after use, it’s even circled with a cute heart,” she read out loud “I take that is also a command for me, Master?”

“Indeed it is…” he said with a wink, triggering a short but pleasant change in Misha’s mind.

“Of course Master… I will make sure that your little fuck toy gets used, abused… and loved…” she confirmed, having understood his command beyond the mere words on Toy’s flesh.

Edran pulled her close once more while he used his other hands to slowly remove Toy from his cock. The miniature woman loudly whined and convulsed as Edran’s ridges slid out of her with wet and filthy churning sounds. With a final carefully pull, the dollmaker extracted his tip from inside her, a loud pop filling the room as a cascade of seed spilled over Edran’s crotch.

Misha sensually dragged her tongue along his length, leaving his phallus gleamingly clean as she greedily lapped his spilled seed. “You taste so good, Master…” she cooed, her tail lovingly curling around his neck again.

“You like how I taste, eh?” he asked her with a dirty grin on his lips.

The maid shot him a sensual backwards glance, just before stealing a happy groan from him as she suckled his tip with a needy look. “No Master… I love how you taste…” she swooned.

“That gives me an idea…” Edran said to himself, “but first…”

The dollmaker turned his attention to Toy, who was still panting and drooling against the back of his cock, her savaged insides still leaking like a broken pipe over his crotch. He extended two of his hands and started to lovingly pet her, eliciting a shiver and a surprised look from the miniature woman. “You’ve been a very good cocksock, Toy…” he said, his mind starting to weave a command into his words, “you love being praised and petted after being used, don’t you?”

She vibrated against his cock, the command shaking her pliable mind once more. After a long gasp, her red eyes focused on him, and she pressed her head against his hands, loving the pets like a grateful kitten. “Yes Master…” she cooed breathlessly, “I love being praised after being used like the fuck toy I am…”

“Was I really a good girl? Did stretching my body over your ridges pleased you?” she asked, unable to stop grinding her hips against him while her hole slowly returned to its original size.

“You were a fantastic toy…” he confirmed, “it felt so good every time you climaxed so tight around my cock… I look forward to using you often…”

Toy swooned, happy tears dripping from her eyes. “Thank you, Master… thank you…” her words filled with adoration, “please use me as hard and as often as you please… I love being your toy…”

“Good girl…” he praised her, sending shivers along her spine.

After cuddling both Misha and Toy for a brief tender moment, Edran stood up. The organic throne he had been sitting on and the plinth behind him melted onto the floor as if they have never been there. A straight and soft platform raised before him in their place, it’s surface enough to place two of his dolls along it. 

The dollmaker carefully placed Misha face up on it before him, his maid giggling as her head dangled from the rounded edge lower than the rest of her body. While Misha admired the view of her Master’s nethers from her new position, Edran placed the still dazed Toy further ahead on the surface, the small woman facing Misha’s inviting and slick lower lips. Toy shot him a pleading look with her big red eyes, clearly eager to bury her face on Misha’s nethers, but unwilling to do so without a direct command. 

“Go ahead, fuck toy, push your cute face against her pussy and devour her with your tongue and lips…” he commanded.

His doll eagerly obeyed, stealing a soft moan from Misha, who sensually played with her own breasts while tenderly clenching her thighs around Toy. “Her tiny tongue feels wonderful…” Misha cooed.

With a pleased look on his face, Edran lowered the tip of his cock towards Misha’s lips, the lovely maid instinctively opening her mouth and curling her tongue against her chin. He shoved his massive tip into her mouth with a happy groan, Misha hungrily suckling him as if her life depended on it.

While enjoying Misha’s passionate worship, Edran focused again, commanding a swarm of tentacles to emerge from the ground all around his dolls. The smooth and strong tendrils grabbed Shrike and Nazira, who let out a surprised yelp as they were moved to either side of the platform where Toy and Misha laid.

Edran grinned as the tentacles coiled around Shrike’s and Nazira’s legs, holding them standing at either side while a different pair of tendrils slithered over their backs. These latter two tentacles reached behind the opposite doll they had slithered over, coiling around their necks and pulling them so close both women devolved into a passionate kiss on pure instinct.

Shrike and Nazira reached out to each other with their hands, interlacing fingers as they kissed while more and more tentacles bound them together as they leaned over Misha and Toy. Nazira’s voluptuous chest was so massive it completely engulfed Shrike’s breasts, something that clearly pleased the purring tigress.

“Everything is ready…” Edran said to himself with a dirty smirk on his lips.

After concentrating for a moment, the surface before him raised a bit higher, just enough for Misha’s neck to be level with her Master’s cock. At the same time, a swarm of phallic looking tentacles emerged from the living ground, their tips shooting towards the doll’s inviting holes.

The ones aiming for Shrine and Nazira were thick and meaty, slamming into their needy insides like a battering ram aiming to wreck a castle’s gate. Both women quivered and moaned while their bellies bulged, desperately panting against the other’s lips while the flexible phalluses pounded their holes.

As Toy tenderly lapped and kissed Misha’s pussy, a bouquet of smaller tentacles coiled together into a thick pulsating mass. They slammed into her pussy, unravelling inside her to massage, caress and tease her flexible yet tight insides. The sensation was so intense that Toy simply froze up, dropping face first onto Misha’s pussy with a soft wet slap as her body convulsed in a mind shattering orgasm.

Not giving the living fuck toy an in of quarter, an enormous tentacle phallus raised behind her like a giant snake ready to devour her. It dripped menacingly from its tip before plunging itself into Toy’s till now untouched rear, savagely stretching it more than any flesh had any right to do.

Edran started to move his hips while enjoying the sight of Toy convulsing as the thick phallus pushed deeper and deeper, abusing her hollow insides until the small woman raised her head with a look of lustful madness. As she mindlessly drooled over Misha’s pussy, the tentacle made a final push, making Toy’s throat bulge until finally forcing it’s way out via her mouth.

Despite how insane it looked, the dollmaker was deeply pleased with the sight, his blood boiling as he admired Toy being caught in a never ending haze of joy while on her Master’s tentacles wore her like a living decoration.

After throbbing outside Toy’s mouth for a few seconds, the tentacle’s tip split into two pulsating phalluses, which proceeded to plunge their tips into Misha’s ravenous holes. The beautiful maid loudly moaned, squeezing her own breasts as her throat bulged from her Master using it like another pussy.

“Enjoying yourself down there, Misha? I forgot to mention from now on Master fucking your throat will feel the same as me fucking your pussy…” The doll started to blissfully convulse as her mind adjusted to this new command, leaving her arching and shivering with even more intensity.

Edran took a moment to admire the scene he had caused, his four dolls melting in a sea of delight as he abused his power to fuck them harder than he had ever done. Shrike and Nazira had rested their foreheads against each other, breathlessly moaning and whining as their insides were lovingly ravaged to their absolute limit.

Toy was no longer anything you could call conscious, her mind drowning in pleasure she couldn’t even comprehend of process. The tentacles pushing through her to fuck Misha made the maid vibrate with each thrust. Misha had given up trying to suckle her Master, instead relaxing as best she could and allowing him to use her throat like a pussy. The changes he had made in her body allowed her to breathe just enough despite the roughness, yet nothing but delighted chocking gargles erupted from her lips.

This time Edran made sure to savour every moment and push his endurance to the maximum, refusing to stop until her couldn’t feel a single thought in their minds. Once he had pushed them into blissful oblivion, he allowed his flesh to quiver and throb, reserve mass turning into an ungodly amount of seed.

With an inhuman roar, he allowed his many phalluses to erupt, flooding his dolls with a torrent of his cum. He didn’t slow down his thrusting, still pounding and using them as his seed hit their insides.

Shrike and Nazira drooled against each other, both women attempting one final kiss as their insides were flooded so savagely that Edran’s seed spilled from their lips. 

Toy’s body bloated like a living balloon as her pussy got filled even more than before, her bulging belly even lifting her from the soft surface she laid on. 

Misha wasn’t far behind, her blue eyes rolling behind her skull as Edran throbbed down her throat, shooting his seed directly onto her belly while her pussy and ass were filled in unison.

Their moans and whines mixed with the dirty wet sound of Edran’s cum filling them, the churning continuing well beyond any reason.

Closing his eyes with a pleased look on his face, Edran let out a satisfied grunt and finally allowed the flooding to stop. He carefully pulled out of Misha throat as his tentacle phalluses dropped out of the dolls’ holes, leaving behind a thin trail of cum as they flopped onto the ground and merged back into it’s living surface.

The thick one going through Toy was the last one to retreat, it’s mass making loud churning sounds as it slid backwards though her. She dropped forwards again with a soft splash against the cum slowly leaking from Misha’s pussy, the living toy’s tongue dangling along its trail.

Edran admired the scene in front of him, all four of his dolls exhausted and leaking from the savage fucking, their minds floating motionless in an ocean of bliss. He instinctively made the ground behind him grow a makeshift throne as he fell back, slumping onto the sit with a satisfied grin on his face.

His crusade was far from over… it may never finish for all he knew. But moments such as this made it all worth it. He wasn’t sure if he would acquire more dolls in the future, but he would make abundantly sure to care and enjoy the ones he had…

As his mind and body relaxed, the flat surface ahead of him and the remaining tentacles melted into a soft mattress-like puddle. With a few prods from his mind, it wiggled and moved, pushing the beautiful dolls together into a warm cuddle pile.

He admired their panting and twitching bodies with a long grin on his face, his mind already planning more fun activities with them as he drifted off to sleep. Despite everything he had to endure to get here… it was good to be a dollmaker.