Aislinne's Aislinnes Aislinne another Aislinne.

[23:50] Madame Esryal hugs and squeezes herself up against~


[23:52] Aislinne slips an arm around the girl's back and slides the other low, suddenly hefting her up into a bridal carry. She then peppers a soft, pale face with quick little pecks.


[23:54] Madame Esryal shivers as that hand so quickly claims her back! The other immediately meeting beneath her legs and without an ounce of warning, she was so quickly pulled up into that cute bridal carry, gently wiggling before giving into it with a dark little flush as she was but peppered in kisses with no way to retaliate. "H..Ho~ Well.. I'm a lucky girl, And..as for what's up?" She gently whispered. "Right now, a big, goo-monster is lavishing me in attention.~"


[23:58] Aislinne is certainly big in some areas, but not quite in height. Regardless, her strength belied her unnaturally sexualized body, and she kept a tight hold on the cute piece of ass in her arms. She gazes down with a lazy, half-lidded look, her full, plump lips half parted and constantly looking like she was about to speak. Finally, though, she does, but not before pirouetting on the spot, taking her prize with her. "I should sell my attention. Maybe by the hour! Yes. I'll make millions. What do you think?"


[00:03] Madame Esryal certainly said big as more..relative to her presence! But..she did have a nice set of hips, and a gorgeous pair of rubbery breasts- brasts that she was currently slightly squeezed up against. - But there was also that strength, strength that squeezed around her, rubbery hands tightly holding onto her nearly bare legs- A pair of short heels, a lovely black silk skirt, a delightful keyhole sweater. The gorgeous girl had been lounging about before she had been scooped up like she was off from her wedding. Her eyes moving to those lips, watching the plump, rubbery things move, again and again her own moved in response, as if dying for a kiss- though, soon enough she was spun around, a little dazed as she was certainly carried off, offering a few shy whimpers and wiggles here and there before she merely melted into Aislinne, her resting upon her chest as she gave up for now. Whispering so very playfully in response. "O..Oh.. by the hour, you say? Well.. You would make millions indeed, and imagine it? You could also make them pay in advance, drone them and then not only get rich, but also have a cute mindless toy to manipulate and torment." She nodded her head a few times, practically nuzzling into the woman's lovely bust.


[00:11] Aislinne struts herself in no direction in particular, wandering off into the formless abyss she always seemed to end up in. Wide, empty, yawning, it stretched on forever with no notable landmarks in sight. ...Until she deigned otherwise, of course. Her eyelids flickered, the piercing glow of her gaze winking for a few brief moments. Then, out of nowhere, a big, plush, rubbery couch grew from the nondescript floor in front of her. Another half-spin had her facing away from it, and a few exaggerated fake stumbles back had her falling heavily onto it with the cute dollmaker in tow. Her enormous ass sunk comfortably into the glossy cushion, the entire piece of furniture a pleasing shade of royal purple to go with her deep, dark, oh so black skin. The downright possessive grip on the girl in her arms ebbed just slightly, and her hands shifted just a little. One found the back of Ismyra's head, while the other found an asscheek to cup and give an experimental squeeze. Satisfied for now, she turned her gaze downward once more to lock with the girl beneath her's.

A little smirk twitched at the edges of her whorish lips. "It's what they'd pay for anyway. Gloss them up, blank them out. Just part of the service, paying with their bodies and minds."


[00:18] Madame Esryal was certainly left wondering as to where she'd be spending her evening, but the darkness didn't quite answer that, the sound of those footsteps filling the formless abyss making her shiver ever slightly before she saw a flicker that brought everything to life- Or well.. At least a few things, Was..she in Aislinne's...home? Y'know, the place she lived? For soon enough there was a large, plush rubbery couch that seemed to nearly be floating in the darkness, the girl adorably squeaking as she was spun yet again and stumble by stumble she soon found herself atop Aislinne, who was now lounging upon the couch, the sound of that ass sinking, the glossy cushion even possibly squeaking? it sent shivers down her spine as that royal purple revealed itself, only drawing attention to the obsidian goddess that now squeeze upon her and soon eased up a little. Though she wasn't quite allowed a chance to put space between them, instead she felt a hand upon her ass cheek, and she didn't little to stop it as she squeaked softly. A few hot pants followed, the girl trembling as their eyes met, her own lovely red eyes too desirably staring into Aislinne's own.

A movement of those whorish lips, and again her cute pink lips followed, but she was only given more words. Though, one of her hands did find it's way up to Ais' cheek, giving it a stroke, a gently caress before teasing it's index upon those gorgeous, whorish lips. "Certainly. They'd want nothing more than to be painted in your image, to be turned into your mindless toy, or rather.. a wandering sex-doll with barely any semblance of a mind- But that's why you're so gorgeous, you never hold anything back, do you? Know, despite everything, when you have your eyes upon something, it's all about what you want, and even if people paid for time with you, it would never be the same as the moments that you instinctively, and quite passionately choose your next victim."


[00:31] Aislinne let slip a breathy chuckle, as lyrical and sultry as anything else that passed her lips. "A doll dolling dolls. I've just got a little more going on in my empty head." She finally gave the needy little thing what it desired, angling her head downward slowly and steadily. Her hands began to shift again, the one behind Ismyra's head starting to grip, to dig its gently clawed fingers into soft, silvery hair. The other, though, far lower, snuck itself in. It deftly slipped beneath the girl's skirt from her waist, her smooth as glass, glossy hand finally cupping a proper handful of bare ass. By then, their lips hovered a scant few inches from one another. The monster let out a slow, steady breath, ever emulating silly little mortal things for the sake of passion. Then, she went in, her lips pressing against the ones beneath them while her ebony tongue darted inward. It soon found its partner and got to work, flicking, twirling, swirling, dancing about while she pushed forward.

Her legs began to slowly, steadily part, the glossy matriarch relaxing in the moment and savoring the kiss. She was pushed forward just slightly by her usual half dozen thick, rubbery tentacles growing from her back, the multitude of twitching appendages gliding forward toward the girl in her arms. Despite their usual work, they were gentle, four of them curling once, twice around a limb each. They didn't grip, simply stayed, like a strange sort of hug while another found itself sliding around her waist. The final one simply stroked along the back of her head, occasionally bumping the hand still holding steady nearby.


[00:38] Madame Esryal took in such a sweet noise, a noise that brought words that so easily sent heated chills through her, and eventually, she was rewards. For that head came closer, for those lovely lips sought out her own very slowly as she felt hands moving against her tender body, only gripping behind herh ead, claiming her hair and making her whimper ever softly, before the other? Oh it deviously found her cute rear, smoothing along her ass and claiming one of her cheeks for herself. Her eyes fluttered, a shy little gasp escaped her- Oh how sensitive every touch was, rattling her with goosebumps as their lips merely met, as slow, steady breaths caused Ismyra to react in quite the opposite manner, short pants, soft little gasps. She was hungry, dying for that kiss, and as those rubbery pillows met her own? She simply pushed back, hotly giving her tongue up to the woman, and even a bit of drool- for the exchange was so hot, so arousing that her shaking tongue only sought to return it's love the best she could.

She only found herself sinking downwards into the rubbery queen, body growing more and more comfortable as she nearly forgot she even had limbs, until she felt those rubbery tentacles slowly jutting outwards, arching Aislinne further into her, but also? One at a time, claiming her limbs quite gently in such a gentle way that it was truly arousing, intoxicating with how loosely they handled her. Oh she knew what was to come, and even her eyes grew a little hazy form the sheer heat of the kiss, her own lips the first to break it, to lean away just enough to gasp for much needed air, as if Aislinne had robbed her of it all.


[00:52] Aislinne grunted and began to shift, her body looking as if it were trying to lazily grind itself backward into the couch itself. The kiss continued as, unseen, her tentacles simply broke off from her body. They instead merged with the couch behind her, a wave of royal purple creeping up from their bases to replace the obsidian sheen. Before long, the tips were finished, and suddenly five purple tentacles were wrapped around the girl's body with the last one writhing about forebodingly in the air. The monster then pushed harder, forcing Ismyra's head downward with the growing force of her kiss. Her tongue went wild, flicking this way and that, its mad dance catching her target's own in the insanity. Her hands began to grope, to squeeze, holding tight to her head and already practically kneading her cute butt farther down. Then, suddenly, it all stopped. The kiss broke off with a wet, heavy sound, a trail of saliva connecting lips before snapping. Her hands pulled away, and the woman herself seemed to melt into the couch. It didn't take long for her to disappear entirely, leaving Ismyra all by her lonesome.

But not for long. A moment later, she reformed, standing before the girl as the tentacles came alive. They squeezed tight, pulling, lifting her to a forced sit upward with her back flat to the couch. Her legs were parted, crotch practically exposed entirely, and Aislinne finally let the full smile pull across her lips. "Hmm...what's your color, I wonder? You'd look fabulous in that purple, wouldn't you?"


[01:00] Madame Esryal whimpered somewhat as that grunt came, for even she felt it, instead of leaning into Aislinne, she was growing closer to that couch, sinking backwards into it as the kiss continued, allowing her but a second of air before she felt those lips so lavishly pushing back into her, more firmly distracting her from everything that was going on, but the sensations could be felt, those tentacles teasing, gripping ever so softly as the 'couch' finally shifted, her body entangled in those wrapping, squeezing lengths so very tormentingly. Her head forced downwards, drowned further by that kiss as her head was brought deeper into it, that tongue lashing, madly driving her wild as her tongue felt as though it was a collection of nerves, and those hands. Oh they squeezed, they needing and tightly held to her head, her ass pulled further and further downwards, and with a loud slurping wetness, it all came to an end, a mess of saliva shared between them, snapping away as those hands pull away, as Ismyra only found herself lost on that couch, helpless and alone.

She was left shaking, trembling, cute noises pleading for more as they instinctively pushed passed her beautiful lips, and then suddenly she realized the tentacles were still there, and Aislinne? Soon forming next to her on that couch. A tight squeeze, and around jerk and lift and suddenly she felt herself sinking into that couch, sitting straight upwards, her left parted with only her pantie-clad crotch to be seen, and within it? That thick, yet modest length grinding against them, staining her underwear with the beautiful smell of her arousal, her legs pulled nice and wide as she could only gasp and pant, so very flushed and aroused she could barely think. She bit down on her bottom lip, pulling against them, testing them as they only seemed to keep her a hostage to the lovely rubbery couch that was gripping at her body. "O..Oh.. Purple is..quite lovely..isn't it? Almost black..but it would accentuate my hair, and show off my body..." She was shaking and trembling as she spoke, her body so worked up that her eyes were hazy, distant as those words so hotly poured from her very own mouth.


[01:11] Aislinne brought one arm up to rest under her breasts, accentuating them further while her other elbow rested on the arm below. Her hand found her chin, and she cocked her head slightly to the side, affecting the look of an artist discerning her latest project. Plump lips pulled into a thin line, and she "Hmm"ed to herself, piercing blue eyes drinking in the tentacle-wrapped girl's form. "Ha. Hair. It's beautiful, but I have something else in mind. You won't be you by the end of this, Ismyra Esryal." Her eyelids flickered again, and the couch began to break down, remold itself. More of the eldritch material seemed to grow from the ground, the girl suddenly trapped in a veritable blob of deep, lovely purple. It didn't take long for shapes to appear, though. Bodies. Curves. More. What was once a couch was now a small pile of bodies, all of them writhing and undulating beneath and around the one in the middle of them.

They were all perfect replicas of Aislinne. Almost. They had everything of hers, the obscene breasts and ass, the unnatural curvature, the lovely head of hair...but not the face. Each and every one of them sported the typical faceless nothing of her drones, save for the plump, rounded 'O' that served as their only facial feature. It didn't take them long to begin reaching for the girl, their hungry hands pulling and tearing at her clothing. Skirt half off, then ripped and tugged away entirely, panties already down to her knees, heels long gone and tossed away, shirt already half torn and bra in shambles. Almost completely disrobed, and through it all, they were eerily silent. Not a squeak, not a gasp, just an utterly empty, almost robotic procession of dolls slaking their mindless lust on the only one that wasn't exactly like them.

"They crave another sister. Will you join them?"


[01:20] Madame Esryal stared at the gorgeous woman before her, the rubbery monster of sheer sexual perfection. Even she could only...gulp as she watched those elbows so slowly pushing her arms upwards, accentuating those lovely breasts in a way that enticed Ismyra in a way unlike any other. - And those eyes? Eyes that were for her alone, but saw her as nothing more than a canvas. "Oh..Dear... just..what have I gotten myself into? She whimpered, but as she spoke, she felt the couch shifting, changing her bound body doing so very little to help her as that material contorted outwards and only sought to drown her in a blobbing mass of what was once a couch- Now? An oozing coat of purple perfection that trapped her, her eyes frantically widening, panting shyly pushing from her lips as those bodies began to move, to curve and change as that pile of bodies writhed and teased her with every movement that came and went.

She was the focus, she was the middle of all these luscious, rubbery bodies that seemed to squeeze up against her, rubbing their beasts, and ass against her. But..there were no faces, only the sight of blank, faceless little drones, featureless creations of the woman that showed off their delicious O lips that served as nothing more than a hole to be used, and suddenly? They gripped, desperately, hungrily, almost jerking at her clothing in such a predatory fashion. her skirt torn in half and then ripped away, her panties pulled to her knees, heels tossed away. And her shirt? Half torn, giving way to her lovely breasts and the lacy, ruined bra beneath. She was shaking, whimpering and whining as she jerked, as she pulled at her limbs so very desperately as that mindless lust came with nothing more than the silent, gripping hands of the dolls that sought to consume her. Aislinne spoke, Aislinne so boldly spoke, making her knees buckle and her cock twitch as it was left on display, pulsating, aroused beyond belief as she couldn't answer the question, the few strings of pride she had holding her captive, denying her the chance to accept such a thing. "I..I..I can't.. I can't..." Oh there was fear, there was undeniable lust for the idea, but Ismyra sought to reject it, to save herself from being lost to a new way of life, knowing all too well that she too would be lost between the sister's, consumed and turned into a mindless doll like themselves.


[01:32] Aislinne simply watched the simple fuckdolls continue their work, finishing their single minded tearing and disrobing. The last bits of her lovely sweater were all gone, bra awkwardly unlaced and roughly tugged away to be tossed to the side. Her panties never passed her ankles, simply torn in two and thrown off to join the sad pile of fabric around the drones that was once a pretty outfit. With Ismyra now totally vulnerable, they began to pay attention to her in earnest. A hand each from two dolls basically clamped onto her bared breasts, deep purple fingers sinking in to knead. They were slow and steady, as oddly mechanical as ever, but just as expert as the rubbermonster they were molded from. They had both nipples trapped between pinching and releasing fingers, hefting and groping with all the lust twinned, mindless blobs of living rubber could muster. Another two unseen hands visited the same attention upon her ass, both cheeks molested, lifted, parted to reveal the vulnerable hole beneath them which was quickly filled by a pair of eager, questing, gently thrusting fingers.

A third pair of drones gave eager attention to her cock, one obediently taking the head in its anonymous fuckhole and effortlessly sliding down halfway while another wrapped its glossy hand around the shaft. It pumped while the other drone bobbed, its mouth conforming perfectly to become what was basically a custom onahole just for the helpless girl. Vibrating, squeezing, rolling pressure assailed it, the hand beneath no less eager while, in little splotches all over her body, the rubber began to spread. A random hand here, a soft stroke there, a little pinch to the side elsewhere, and lovely, soft, pale skin was slowly being subsumed by the same pretty purple the drones were made of. All the while, the architect of this sudden pit of pleasure watched on, unconsciously grinding her thighs together and biting down on her lower lip. Her little smile never seemed to leave, but there was no warmth in it. Only a strange, inexorable coldness.

"But you must. They want you to be just like them. Wouldn't it be easy to just relax and become another, a mindless doll in a writhing, hungry pile?"


[01:44] Madame Esryal was surely amazed at how quickly the fuckdolls had come to life, for they left her no chance to escape, to resist, no, they tore, they seemed to mindlessly rip away each and every inch of her outfit. Sweater, bra, panties. At some point they had given up on just disrobing her and instead violated her outfit by tearing, joining the lovely outfit in a sad pile of fabric that was once Ismyra's pride and identity. With all of that? She was now helpless, she was now captive to them, every little wiggle contested by tentacles that insured that she'd never be able to properly interfere with what was going on- until she felt it, the dolls truly getting to work on her, two rubbery hands slowly pulling to her naked breasts, squeezing and slowly sinking into them, making her gasp and squeal as the lovely kneads began, but despite her desire for warmth, for affection and love? It was nowhere to be found, all she felt were the cold, yet cool hands pinching, grabbing her poor nipples to pinch them, again and again in between mind-numbing gropes and hefts that squeezed her between the living rubber monsters. Oh how she began moaning and trembling as those hands met her ass, as they began to molest, life and torture her rear with attention before she screamed at the sudden sensation of those gentle, thrusting fingers as they claimed her tight rear.

This more than anything made her arch, it made her cock spasm and gently leak with excitement as she began to jerk and struggle, but just as she so hotly did so? Her sweaty body felt something else, tingling with arousal before she glanced to her cock, shrieking so very loudly. "No!" It's all she could do, but that mindless fuckhole didn't stop, inch for inch it slid itself halfway down her cock, making her jerk and twitch, hotly mewling as she felt it pump and bob, as those two actions alone drove her wild with arousal. The girl's struggle put to rest the moment that mouth conformed and the rubbery sheath tightened around her cock and truly took it hostage. Every vibration and squeeze making her moan so very hotly as her hips rolled the best she could. She fell back, further into the 'chair' which was no a bundle of girls. Head resting backwards, submitting to them as her eyes grew distant. Any dignity and pride was drowned out by pleasure as she began to drool, as her breaths were so very hot that steam nearly poured from her lips. She could barely even registered that those splotches were slowly coating her through, that her body was slowly being taken by that glossy purple and- Every now and again it pinched, the sensation of latex upon her flesh making her scream in delight. What a ragged mess she looked like, her hair a mess, her body sweating and her near frantically panting, she barely had time to suck in air. "M..Mindless...Oh..Oh how.. I want more.. I want more..." She couldn't give into it entirely, the sheer mechanical force of love numbing her mind but never truly giving her the love and passion she desired, her lips quivering and merely repeating the words that so sultrily poured from the architects traitorous, yet delicious plump lips.


[02:00] Aislinne took a slow, measured step forward while her dolls continued, never resting, never letting up for even a moment. Every single knead, every little pump, every last thrust was given with the same fervor as the first, their pace truly outing them as little more than mechanical things despite their softness and warmth. Each of them only had 'eyes' for Ismyra, their faceless sights locked squarely onto her no matter where they were. If the one still dutifully bobbing its head up and down her cock had eyes, they'd only see her, looking up past breasts that were still hungrily, yet steadily molested. The hand pumping the shaft below slid away to allow the doll on her dick to go lower, coating it with perfect purple perfection as it went. All the way down to the base, and it squueeezed. Its pressure rolled all up and down, from top to bottom, while what felt like an eager tongue swirled around the tip and hole. The now lonely hand found a new calling, namely, cupping and gently rolling the girl's balls just below, while more hands began to find more sensual outlets for their need.

They began to massage, to trace, to feel all around a slowly rubberized body. They began to squeeze her sides, trail fingers up and down her spine, and generously massage her thighs, in the process pulling her legs apart just a little further. Expert hands worked upon her feet, more rubber spreading there to coat and hide her toes. A solid heel grew from both, a perfect replica of each and every doll and the monster herself's boot-like 'feet'. It was all over her legs, splattered across her torso and arms, and even a few errant flecks had found themselves upon her cheeks and in her hair. It was a war between pale and purple, and it seemed pale was halfway to losing. Another step forward had the puppetmaster herself standing directly before the pile of glossy bodies, and without waiting another moment she practically fell across them. Knees to either side, she soon straddled Ismyra's steadily glossed up body, a spray of black amid the deep color.

She took the girl's half-rubbered cheeks in her hands, leaning forward to squash her own heavy breasts against ones still groped at. Her forehead found Ismyra's, and she let out another slow, steady breath. "More, more, more. You'll be just like me. An empty, lusty doll that just wants to spread its love." While her words were barely a whisper, her eyes were wide now, wild, the cold smile morphed into something manic and twisted.


[02:14] Madame Esryal could no longer even pay attention to much of anything, she was but a conduit for pleasure, with those hands working, massaging torturing her, insuring that her thoughts were scrambled and her brain messed up through the constantly firing endorphins she endured. Worst of all, it was so mechanicaly that there was a ceiling to how much pleasure she could feel, ensuring that from time to time she'd adjust, the sheer mechanical movements worrying and arousing her as those eyes stayed on her the entire time, for some reason..They were infatuated with her, obsessed with her, maybe whatever the mindless things were, loved her more than anything else in the world, each little bob giving the poor, mindless, sweating girl a sight of the drone on her cock, the drown that seemed to be looking at her with every movement, until soon she felt that hand release her dick, and the doll upon it truly take it fully, rubbery pushing around it, nearly vacuum sealing to it as suddenly that purple perfect slowly coated it, slowly took it hostage and claimed her most sensitive spot first. Oh she was a prisoner, each squeeze, each rolling pleasure making her gasp and cry out again and again as she struggled to make coherent noises that didn't make her sound like some pathetic animal. Though they only worsened as a free hand found one thing- Her balls, those tender swollen things that were left cupped and rolled, arousing her further and further, the drone on her cock surely rewarded with her 'taste' from time to time as she fought back and orgasm, again and again, fearful that she might lose herself to the pleasure.

There was no escape, no breather though, hands squeezing around her body, the body that was soon outed as nearly at war with itself. Every massage, every grope, the purple latex that took her doing wonders to further her pleasured, hypersensitive state as those fingers danced, massaged and only furthered her status as a doll between the three, her legs spread wider, further showing her off as if she was merely the prize that the drones had earned. It was then that she felt her toes coated in purple, her feet forced into heel-like shapes as the heel itself molded to her feet and turned her legs into divine reflections of the goddess that loomed over her. As she cast a near empty, frantically shaking gaze downwards, the sight of her pale flesh sent warm chills through her, arousing sensations as her beautiful pale skin was slowly melting away, and as the seconds ticked by it only grew further, it was too late for her, impossible for her to fight as her newfound status, her slowly enveloped beauty was rewarded with warmth as Aislinne soon sat atop her, falling into them all only to straddle her body, to sit atop her like the domineering woman she was.

Her lips begging, pleading in a sheer hysterical fashion as those gorgeous hands met her cheeks, and those lovely heavy breasts fell upon her. Their foreheads met, and she was so entranced, so deeply enticed that she was hotly sharing her moans, her groans as the woman spoke to her, whispering nothing but the fate of where her greed would soon lead her. She couldn't even recognize the twisted maniacal nature of her captor, nor comprehend everything in it's entirety, her mind ticking by slowly- Lust had gotten the better of her, gluttony soon to follow. She found herself hungry, her hips gyrating as she desperately pushed inwards, hoping to steal another kiss of those gorgeous lips and sink into them, to press against them if even for a second. Instincts were winning, and between Aislinne's knees truly sat an animal of instinct, a toy of desire, no longer could the elegant proper lady be seen within her red eyes.


[02:33] Aislinne held a steady gaze as her dolls worked below, her own mind burning with the changes yet to come. She prepared herself as she watched, as steady and unblinking as ever, as the rest of the girl's body from the top of the neck down was subsumed. The first coat was simple, perfectly skintight, painted on and displaying every little curve and crevice her body had. Save for her head, she was just as purple as the dolls that never ceased to lavish their attention upon her, even more of them joining in to squeeze and massage at calves and arms with one even sneaking in between its mistress's body and its target to stroke at the now rubberized collarbone. It was then that Ismyra's body began to change, at least outwardly. More of the living, impossibly tight rubber was heaped upon her, spreading from every doll around her. It began to build up on her slender, beautiful body, her gentle curvature starting to inflate. Harsh pressure squeezed itself down around her stomach, an invisible corset forcing further obscene angles upon her helplessly transforming body. Thicker thighs were gifted to her, wider hips, her cute little but practically ballooning outward to match Aislinne's own obscene ass. Higher, and her modest bust began to grow, grow, grow. The hungry hands were soon trapped between two pairs of utterly impossible breasts, defying gravity but still looking so full and heavy. A few little changes here, adjustments there, and Ismyra was Aislinne. Almost. All that was left to identify her as her was her head, her crotch, and the distinct difference of royal purple to the ebony black only the mistress herself sported.

Despite her new, utterly whorish proportions, her 'skin' didn't dull touch in the slightest. If anything, it enhanced it, the doll-suit mimicking every little brush past rubbery hips, every tiny pinch of a now fatter, heavier nipple swirling against one just as big. The drones were all too eager to show this cruel reality, their ever eager, mechanical gropes, massages, and general molestations continuing onward. Aislinne herself began to move as well, her wide, slutty hips working back and forth as she ground herself downward into a body the same as her own. Her fingers began to dig into Ismyra's cheeks as the purple rubber spread upward, making a point to avoid her face and instead slide around to engulf her hair. It coated every strand, but oddly never hid it away. It only moved, shaped, added more where was needed, her normal hairdo soon utterly transformed. Now she sported the rubbermonster's, a perfect match in every way. All that was left was her face, and the glossy matriarch cooed her delight at the last bastion of a cute little dollmaker turned nearly complete doll.

"Almost there. I'll send you off myself, my fresh little doll." Her eyes finally closed, slowly fluttering shut as she leant in to grant the girl one last kiss before the end. It was gentle, a stark contrast to the veritable hurricane of sensations assailing the slurry-minded Ismyra. Soft, obscenely plump lips to a cute pair below, steady and slow, and her tongue slithered past to find its pink twin. Flicks and wriggles, her tongue dancing in an almost lazy, exaggerated way as the living rubber began to encroach inward, slow, steady, as inexorable as ever while the dolls all around them continued to give their new sister all the attention she deserved.


[02:48] Madame Esryal couldn't look away, she couldn't do anything, she could only stare. Knowing all too well that more was coming, that she wanted Aislinne bad. Her empty, needy existence only growing so much more heated as she was kept so close. There was a passion in this unlike any other, a fate that was meant for her, and her along. Her body was taken, each pinching inch of skin holding tight to her. Lovely, glossy purple holding to her form and taking hostage every asset the darling girl had and accentuating it in it's perfect hold, all the while those hands only seemed to grow more eager, more hungry, yet at the same time stay so mechanized that she could never sate her unerring thirst. That's..when she felt it, a change as that tight rubber began to thicken, to contort and pull from the dolls around her, her slender lithe body soon altering, as her curvature was granted a proper enhancement. Suddenly she gasped, crying out as her stomach as squeezed in, as that unbearable corset dug tightly into her skin before accentuating her in a way that was surely inhuman. Her legs jerked they tried to kick, but as they did her thighs felt heavier, thicker and far more luscious, even her hips would swell, making her shiver and shake as she noticed similarities. Her mind ticking in thought, realizing something strange as she was..beginning to look just like Aislinne, her short lithe body done away with, her breasts pushed upwards, firm yet so very large that they pulled down on her. Oh they were..impossibly large, to a cupsize that she could no longer determine, but they were thick enough and heavy enough that they stayed upwards, only jiggling ever so softly. Before she knew it, there was no sight of who she was, her distant eyes shimmering for a moment as all she had was her cock, her balls, and the head that differentiated her from the drones that molested and used her.

Worst yet? The sensations worsened, her body felt more...whorish, it felt more sensitive, screaming and crying ever so softly as those hands seemed to excite her more and more, her cock straining in it's rubbery glowing as the doll-suit only sought to further train her to love pleasure, to turn her into a real conduit for pleasure and give her no chance of escaping it. The softest touches, the most gentle gropes shocking her into harsh, wanting moans. And soon that body, Aislinne's body began to grin, to slide back and forth atop her making her moan and frantically squeal in delight, the feeling upon those cheeks jerking slightly as she felt a rush of that sensational latex gripping and working up her face, coating her hair and slowly stealing away every single strand she had, altered, changed, in time her eyes widened, a low whine escaping her as she found herself nearly looking into a mirror as her hair was altered to fit her new role-..Was..she to be Aislinne's twin? Her..own drone in glory to herself? No.. No.. Aislinne was just creating another her. Her cock strained however, her it stretched, her hips buckling and her mind dulling again.

And all she heard was Aislinne's voice, those eyes closing and suddenly that last kiss came, so gentle, so loving that amidst all the overwhelming sensations, it was all that mattered- Aislinne loved her..right? Right? This is..- Oh it didn't matter, she just wanted them, steady and slow, passionate and heated, she returned it, as if adoring the woman for stripping her of everything, as if loving her for the freedom she was granting her, tongue soon found squirming and wiggling back, dancing and drooling all the more hungrily as she felt nothing more than rubber slowly pushing inwards, the last thing she was to recieve was this kiss, was the heated, slow, lazy passion of the woman who was slowly stripping her of who she was, and turning her into the dolls she so loved. Her eyes came to a close, and she merely indulged in it, filling Aislinne's mouth with nothing more than the noises as she prepared for the end, and the beginning of her new existence.


[03:11] Aislinne kept the kiss going as she put the finishing touches on her latest little project. She pressed forward hard, pinning the girl's head to the front of another doll's behind her. Her kiss was heat and fire despite being so slow and laborious, breaking off for split seconds only to meet again and press inward. Little groans and moans of her own slipped in between Ismyra's own before they were swallowed up by the press of two pairs of lips crashing into one another. Hot and heavy, her tongue never let up, tracing the inward edges before pushing inward to flick and prod at the other slithering appendage inside. She kept the lovely kiss going until she simply couldn't any longer, her rubber finally pushing high enough to encroach upon the nearly complete doll's lips. It crept around the edges, flowing inward as Aislinne pulled away slightly for the final time, building up and forcing Ismyra open. A perfect, round 'O' soon replaced her lovely, kissable pair, plump and heavy and aching to be used while everything from teeth to throat were gummed over and hidden, throat ribbed and converted into the perfect cocksleeve. Now all the rubbery woman could do was watch, her eyes fluttering back open to pay witness to Ismyra's last moments as herself. Her cute little nose was smoothed over, not even a bump with the thicker encasement washing over it, and only the tiny island around her eyes remained. It was where Aislinne kissed her precious new toy goodnight, her plump lips moving forward and higher to finish the job. First one eye, a soft peck, and the rubber flowed inward, smooth. The final one she took a little more time with, staring down, her expression softening again into something almost motherly.

"Goodbye for now, Ismyra. Your sisters will take good care of you." She leant down, kissed, and held it there for a few long moments. Beneath, the deep purple encasement slid over, sealing the rest of the dollmaker in. Now she was simply her namesake, one doll of many in the pile of Aislinne clones. Said pile soon became a bed, with the two actually living bodies laid upon it. The monster moved herself off atop her freshly made fucktoy, the wild tangle of limbs and heads finally giving it some respite to let the reality of its new skin sink in. She didn't pull away entirely, though, and instead moved herself onto her side next to what was once Ismyra but was now a near perfect clone in pretty, dark purple. Her arms slid above and below, wrapping around the doll's back to pull it onto its own side and closer. One hand sunk fingers into hair oh so similar to her own, the other leaving indents on an ass identical to the one she herself sported. Two pairs of the same breasts squashed into one another, pebble-like nipples swirling while cloned thighs ground against one another. The doll was very nearly penetrating its owner, but the monstrous woman soon allowed it. Already hard, it was a simple matter to bump her hips forward, schlrking in at least a couple inches and tearing a soft, womanly moan from her. Feet entwined, exactly the same, and two unnatural bodies cuddled as closely as possible amid a sea of ones just like them.

Forehead to forehead, Aislinne's eyes were half lidded. A lazy little smile decorated her lips, and a final slow, steady breath slid outward. "You'll be you again. Eventually. Lucky for you, you're just a little too devious to keep under forever. For now, though..." She planted a quick little peck on the fat fuckhole where lips used to sit.

"Rest, Aislinne."