Daddy's Dumbest Doll
I didn’t notice the van at first.
It was just parked there—nondescript, matte gray, no windows—on the side of the gym parking lot where the light never quite reached. I’d just finished a boring Thursday workout, sweat clinging to my shirt, earbuds in, halfway through scrolling some pointless feed while sipping lukewarm protein sludge.
Then…
“TARGET LOCKED.”
The words blinked across my vision.
Wait. What? I blinked. Rubbed my eyes. Laughed. “Jesus, I need sleep,” I muttered—
“NEURO-LATCH ENGAGED.”
…And just like that, I felt wrong.
Like my spine had been replaced with something... wet and buzzing. My knees buckled, and I dropped to one, both hands clutching at the pavement as a sweet pink static poured behind my eyes, flooding my skull with sparkly syrup thoughts that weren’t mine.
And I moaned.
Out loud.
Not just a grunt or groan—
A full-bodied, breathy, “Uuuhhhnnn~”
Like a goddamn porn star, right there in the parking lot.
Oh god. Oh fuck—
“INITIATING JUICY BIMBO-OVER SEQUENCE.”
No. No no no no what the f—
My shoes popped. Like, literally—bursting off my feet as my toes cracked and lengthened, nails glossing over with shimmering bubblegum polish, even as my legs stretched and thickened, calves swelling into plump dancer’s curves that flexed deliciously with each twitch.
My sweats were shredding—every inch of me growing too soft, too curvy, too fuckable.
And my dick—oh god, my dick—was tingling with electric heat, pulsing like it was being teased by invisible hands, except… no... it was shrinking.
“STOP!” I gasped. “Please, what is happening—”
“INSTALLING: DADDY’S DUMBEST DOLL v1.69”
Oh fuck.
My voice cracked halfway through the scream, flipping high, soft, breathy and so stupidly hot it made my thighs twitch.
I couldn’t stop squirming. My spine curled inward, hips jutting out with obscene roundness as my brain fizzled like it was being replaced with lip gloss. I wanted to drool. I think I was.
Boobs.
I had them.
No—I was growing them.
Giant, jiggling, perfect tits swelling under my shirt, bouncing with every heaving gasp, my nipples like batteries pouring sparks into my shrinking, melting brain.
Some guy had stepped out of the van now. Watching. Smiling. Recording.
“Daddy?” I whimpered, confused.
Why did that feel right to say?
“Good girl,” he smirked, and just hearing it made me cream my tight, silky panties I definitely hadn’t been wearing thirty seconds ago.
Oh.
Oh fuck I had panties now.
And a crop top.
And lashes so long they fluttered every time I blinked.
And glossy, dick-pink lips that parted all helpless and needy.
Everything inside me snapped.
And then I giggled.
High. Ditzy. Pure. Like it was the only sound my dumb lil sparkle-brain knew how to make now.
“Buhhh…” I gasped, tottering in six-inch heels I definitely couldn’t walk in.
“Like… I fink I got all… jiggly, Daddy…”
The man nodded, holding up a little controller. “Nanites complete. Welcome to your new life, Princess.”
I blinked, big and dumb. “Life?”
Then squealed. “OMIGOD I’M LIKE—ALIIIVE???”
I did a little twirl. Fell.
Laughed.
Flashed my big, jiggling tits at the van’s camera.
“Oopsie~!”
Five minutes later, and I was in the back of the van, sucking Daddy's big, thick, juicy cock.
I didn’t even remember my old name anymore.
But I knew I was Daddy’s.
And I was perfect.
