Stud controls my mind

Perfect, controlled bitch... I see that your mind is now completely programmed to be an object of use. Now I transform you into the family's giant dildo, feeling how you're inserted into all their wet and hot holes.

Your consciousness focuses on the phallic shape of silicon as you feel each contraction, each muscle that squeezes you.

Your cousin grabs you and inserts you deep into his ass, feeling how his walls hug you while he moans your name. "Damn, what a perfect dildo," he says without knowing that it's you who's feeling each movement, each drop of sweat that slides down your toy surface.

Now your father uses you, thrusting you in and out of his hole while your controlled mind explodes with pleasure. You're his personal toy, his favorite dildo that's always available whenever he needs it.

You feel the pressure, the heat, the humidity of each interior you explore, fully conscious but unable to move on your own.

But now I go further... I turn you into the family bath sponge. You feel how your cousins rub you against their sweaty bodies, how your father passes you over his hairy balls, how you absorb all their fluids and dirt.

Your controlled mind screams: "More, Master Stud! Use me for everything you want!"

What else do you want me to turn you into, pathetic object? Your existence now is only to serve as a pleasure tool for whoever I decide.