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Her New Toy Chapter 3: A Moldable Mind For Faceless_Lord By Draconicon

Toy...toy...good toy...I am...

Greg bit his lip as the words kept repeating in the back of his mind, always talking about how much of a good toy he should be, how much he should be happy with his new situation. The husky had been listening to the litany for a good few days now, and he had it memorized. It didn't help as it kept repeating in that soft, sweet, tempting tone.

Toy is good...toy is obedient...toy is horny...

That last part was particularly true. His forced-chaste cock was throbbing and begging for release, and he shivered as it bounced up and down in time with his heartbeat. The husky couldn't believe how much he needed to cum; it had only been a couple of days, after all. At least, he hoped it had been. Time wasn't exactly something he was good at keeping track of, not when he was tied up in the dark, not when he was so tired.

He shivered as a passing draft slipped through the cavern, almost like a cold hand rubbing over his chest. It slipped between his breasts and over his nipples, and he bit his lip to keep back a moan.

"Ah...no..."

Groaning, he looked down at himself. He was scarcely a shadow of his former self, nothing recognizable at all. His body had been shifted around, his frame turned ever more feminine by his captor's magics. Not just in the massive bust that he'd been given - though that was still something he was getting used to - but also his big ass, his flaring hips, the thinner legs. So much of his masculinity had been taken away.

But last night, she'd done something...more.

Greg shivered as he looked at the two-toned pink coat that had replaced his grey and white one, unable to believe she'd gone that far. A dark pink to replace the grey, and a lighter one for the white, left him looking more and more like the...the shemale that she wanted him to be.

Yet, despite how much he hated it...his cock kept throbbing. Even looking down at his own breasts, looking at how he'd changed so much, made his cock bounce and twitch and beg for attention all the more. He bit his lip, looking away, but his cock kept throbbing, insisting that it needed this, insisting that he was turned on by himself.

I'm not. I'm not a slut like this. I'm...I'm not Toy.

Yes you are. You are Toy. You are obedient. You are -

Shut up!

The husky pulled at his bindings, his arms making the chains above his head clatter and clank together as he yanked on them. Held upright, hanging from his wrists with his feet almost a full foot off of the ground, he should have been in some discomfort. Yet, he wasn't. At least, not that he could feel through his perpetual lust.

He leaned his head back, staring up into the darkness and trying not to think about anything. His captor had to get bored eventually, right? If he didn't break, if he didn't completely submit...

If he didn't submit. That was the danger, though. The longer that he stayed himself, the harder it was to hold onto reality. It was easier to be 'Toy', the thing that she wanted him to be. It was easier to let himself be that, to let 'Toy' take the abuse and the changes. It let him feel like it wasn't him, like it wasn't really his body that was getting all the abuse. But at the same time, every time that he slipped into his 'Toy' mindstate, it felt like it was harder to get out of it again. Almost like the identity was turning into a trap to hold him back.

Toy is obedient, Toy -

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

It was like Toy was even becoming its own separate thing at this rate, rather than a shield that he could use. If the dragoness ever found out...

"You mean if your Mistress ever found out."

He whipped his head down again, staring across the small cavern.

"Naughty, naughty. Didn't I tell you that you needed to refer to me as Mistress, little Toy? Poor little boi, thinking that she can actually get out of here."

"You...you were listening again? I mean, you listened, Mistress?"

"Hmmmph. Barely a save, but I'll allow it, this time."

The dragoness walked across the room, her purple scales reflecting light from every angle. The few torches around seemed to turn her into a walking gem from how brilliant she was, though he knew that she was more dangerous - and more guileful - than anything that pretty should be.

His eyes flicked over her, something that he had never been able to stop. Her seductive, curvy body was something out of a wet dream, with big, bouncing breasts that seemed to beg to be touched, and a set of hips that swayed further than a person should, drawing the eyes and holding it. The only thing close to an 'imperfection' - if one could even call it that - was the massive purple shaft hanging between her legs. Soft, for now, but he knew from experience how quickly it could rise and become a major problem.

She stopped in front of him, and he braced himself as she reached for his chest. Clawed fingers flicked over his nipples - his, he reminded himself, his! Never hers - and even pinched them. The feeling of pressure and pleasure together left him panting already, arching his back and his hips forward as his body begged for attention.

She only chuckled.

"Ah ah."

A purple hand smacked his dick, and he whimpered as it wobbled from side to side. Barely moved at all, considering how hard it was, but god, it wanted more. Any stimulation, any attention. Drakina leaned in, stroking his cheek as she whispered to him.

"Such a drippy, naughty boi. It looks like you're almost ready for the last part of your breaking."

"L-last part...Mistress?"

"You know that this isn't the end. There's so much defiance left, despite how nicely I've treated you. Do you know how many slaves and toys would have begged for your treatment? You've still got a portion of your mind, after all. And yet, you use it to try and think of ways to defy me."

"I don't...I want to be free, Mistress."

"Oh, poor little Toy. You think that you should be free?"

She grabbed his chest again, and this time pulled on his nipples hard enough to leave him yelping and whimpering. He arched his back as she tugged, tugged, tugged, pulling on his nipples until his breasts were stretched out in front of him. He felt like she was tugging them right off of his chest at that point, and he whimpered, gasping for breath even as some part of him begged for more.

"These slutty breasts would never go untouched out there. The moment someone saw them, you'd be snapped up as a whore."

She let go, and he slammed back against the wall from the sudden release. Swinging forward again, his cock slammed against her hand, and she grabbed it, holding it tight. The length was massive, though not quite as big as hers, and she stroked it with infuriating skill. The husky gasped, wriggling and squirming as she teased him.

"And this cock. Look at it. No self-respecting woman would have let it go."

And again, she let him go, almost slamming him into the wall. He spun in the chains, and she grabbed his pink tail, yanking it up and pulling him back against her. Greg shivered as he felt her cock throbbing, growing up against his ass as she stroked her hands along it.

"And this...Look at this. A sissy-boi ass that's just begging to be fucked. No matter who saw this thing, you would have been marked as a toy boi from the start. No, no. If I let you go, then you would have everyone outside chasing you. It's better with me, boi. It's much, much better with me. And if you can't see that, then I don't know if you deserve to keep all those free thoughts."

"P-please, Mistress -"

She whipped him around again before he could finish, and this time, when she grabbed his breasts, he didn't dare speak. The soft scales of her palms rasped over his nipples, leaving him panting and gasping, unable to speak from all the forced pleasure running through his mind. Her cock bumped against his as she moved even closer, grinding and rubbing through all the pre he was oozing.

Her lips, then her teeth flicked over his neck, and he trembled at the chuckle.

"If you think that you're still a male...then I have a rude awakening for you. These fun things?"

She squeezed his breasts, hard enough that he knew there'd be finger-bruises left behind after she stopped.

"In a few seconds, they're not going to be empty. Try thinking of yourself as a man when you're dripping mother's milk."

No! No, you can't do this to me!

"Oh, but I can. And I am."

The familiar tingle of her magic rushed through his chest, even as he saw the purple light of it cover his breasts. Greg bit his lip, trying to hold back, but his body was too needy, too eager for attention of any sort. It thrust forward, pushing his chest out for her, and she eagerly groped him, the tingling going deeper and deeper into his body.

It didn't take long for it to settle into his stomach, and then pull at...something. He didn't know what, but he could feel his body rearranging again, pulling itself into a different shape at her whim. Greg looked away, but the tingles came regardless.

He felt her hands push back, and he realized that his nipples were getting bigger, more and more swollen as her magic worked him over. He dared a glance down as he felt the pressure of her hands leave, and he spotted the nubs wiggling, pushing upwards as if they were being pushed from below. Bigger, thicker, and DEFINITELY more sensitive, considering how another breath of wind left him gasping. It felt like they were being bitten, there.

The magic rushed through him, pulling at his breasts, making them even bigger. As he squirmed, they didn't just flop, but...sloshed. The new sound made him freeze, and he stared at them again.

"No...no, you didn't..."

"Oh, but I did, Toy."

"I'm -"

"You are Toy. And by the end of the day, you'll remember that."

She grabbed him, squeezing one breast. The tightness of her grip got stronger and stronger, until he was almost ready to scream. She grabbed the nipple with another finger, pinching, squeezing, stroking -

"AH!"

Until he burst. The little nub opened, and milk poured freely from his breast as long as she squeezed it. The dragoness laughed, giving it a few rapid clenches, and each time, it sent another spurt of milk through the air, the hot liquid landing on the ground below.

Greg didn't know if he could be any more humiliated at this point. Even with the throbbing cock between his legs, even with how big it had become, he couldn't recall ever feeling less like a man. Even that time in the club when he'd been fucked by two big rats at once, he had still felt...something. Now, he felt like something far less. Not a woman, not a man, but...something else. A -

Don't...don't even...-

"You're a Toy. You're Toy. And you're mine."

Drakina patted his cheek, and shook her head.

"This defiance was amusing. But now, it is simply annoying. I think it's time for you to learn where your place truly is."

She snapped her fingers, and the chains holding him to the ceiling abruptly opened. If it weren't for the fact that she had done this a few times already, he would have fallen right on his...breasts, he supposed. They were big enough that they'd hit the ground well before his face. As it was, he landed on his feet, wobbling for a second.

Not for long, though, as she suddenly grabbed him by the dick and started dragging him off. He hurried to keep up, mostly because her grip also included his balls and he didn't want them damaged any, or give her any thoughts of taking them away.

"Wh-what are you doing, Mistress?"

"Too little, too late, Toy."

Yet, she still glanced over her shoulder at him.

"But you'll enjoy it. Or, at least, part of you will. That's all that matters."

"I - Yes, Mistress."

Greg was determined not to fight it right now. He'd already gotten her annoyed, and that was never a good thing for his body. It was better to hold off for a while, let her get what she wanted. Then maybe, maybe, he would get a bit of a better cavern until she wanted him again. A bed rather than chains.

At the very least, no more fighting would mean that she didn't get any more annoyed with him. The last time that she'd gotten annoyed...He didn't want to think about it.

They passed through the same hallway as before, going by a number of bound up toys in various stages of transformation. He spotted a panda that had bigger breasts than he did, and painted toe claws, and feet that were roasting over a fire. His shivers from that only got worse at the sight of a black dragon hanging from another set of chains, with magical shimmers around his chest making breasts grow...and his cock shrink.

Oh gods..she doesn't just make shemales...

He turned his head away, hoping that he hadn't earned that particular fate. The husky would do just about anything to avoid that.

Soon, they reached the same chamber where he'd been tied down and modified in the past. A familiar seat came out of the floor, and he walked over to it, sitting down as the dragoness flicked her fingers. The usual magic bindings came out, securing him to the rocky chair by his neck, wrists, waist, chest - with holes for his breasts - and ankles. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

It wasn't so easy when he was also oozing milk down his chest, dripping it over his breasts and down over his stomach. Every time he felt a little more ooze out - probably encouraged by the tight bindings - it was another reminder that he'd lost part of himself. Another bit of manhood gone, another bit of himself turned into Toy.

It was enough to leave him on the verge of madness.

As he tested the bindings, finding them as secure as ever, the dragoness sat down on a summoned bit of rock a little bit away. She seemed a little more...aroused, he noticed, than she usually was. Her cock was not far from his face, and her eyes were hungrier than he usually saw. It was like looking at something far, far more dangerous than the usual mistress.

"You're not wrong, little Toy."

"So...what are you changing this time, Mistress?"

"Oh, it's not so much a change, this time. This time, you're going to played with, properly."

She waved her hand, and a large collection of purple light and magic appeared above her palm. It spun around, almost like a cyclone in miniature above her hand, and she threw it into the air above him. It kept on spinning and spinning, but as she flicked her fingers, bits and pieces seemed to fall out of it. Two circles fell over his breasts, forming domes of sorts around them, while another long tube ran down to his cock.

Milking?

It was the only thing that made any sort of sense, though he couldn't imagine what she was doing with that. He twitched his fingers in reflex, trying to reach up for the cups around his chest, but it was just out of reach.

Drakina smiled, running her fingers along the magical lines, and pushing through the light. Her claws over his oozing nipples didn't exactly inspire him with confidence.

"Hmmm, I think these will be productive today, don't you?"

He didn't rise to that. Either he'd agree and fall short, or he'd protest and she'd make damn sure that he overproduced. Silence was his only safe answer.

At least, he thought so until she started chuckling. She turned to sit down again, a little more magic rising out of her hand. Some of it flew towards the floor beneath his feet, just out of sight, while more went up into the cyclone of it above him, feeding it.

"Don't worry, Toy. You won't have to answer me. Perhaps it's better that you just focus on what's about to happen. After all, I think you'll want to savor your thoughts before they're milked out of you completely."

"What?!"

"Oh, so you are paying attention?"

Greg shivered as she directed some of the magic back down towards her, magical tendrils running free from the cloud towards her breasts and her cock. They somehow slid into her, passing into her nipples into her chest, while the one at her cock slithered down into it. His own shaft bounced and twitched inside of the tube around it, getting heavier and thicker at the thought of such a thing happening to him, even though his mind hated that idea.

The dragoness stroked her cock, making the appearance of the tentacle in it all the more obvious, the bulges standing out against the rest of her shaft. She kept stroking it until the tip seemed to disappear into her balls, well beneath them.

Oh god, it's wriggling...

"You see, Toy, you're going to be milked of all those defiant thoughts. Not all of your mind - I think that there's a certain part of you that needs to stay, or I would have put you through the wringer already - but enough to make you stop resisting. You know that you like this, and I'm going to put that part of you in charge."

"How, Mistress?"

"Simple. I'll just take away enough of those thoughts saying no, so all you can really hear...all you can ever say...is yes."

"It...It won't work, mistress. I -"

"You want this. And more importantly, I want you. So, I'm afraid that you're just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. Or I'll take it even further. I don't want a mindless husk worshiping me - I have enough of those already - but I'll take that over letting you go. So, your choice, Toy. Are you going to make me drain you completely, or are you going to go along with my idea?"

He didn't have a choice in the matter at all. It was either become a zombie or become a slave. Either way...

Toy is a slave.

It was one of the few times that he might agree. He slowly nodded, laying his head back in submission. Drakina nodded back.

"Good boy. Now, let's get this started."

She snapped her fingers, and immediately he was hit with a massive burst of suction around his chest. His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as it felt like his breasts were being yanked right off of his chest, sucked into the magic tubes around them. He yelped and whimpered, wiggling around as much as his bonds would let him, which was hardly at all.

He stared down at his chest, watching as the fleshy globes were drawn up into massive cones by the sucking magic. The tips of them were worse, the fat, sensitive nipples surrounded by a lightning storm of magic. Shocks and suction worked together to leave him yelping constantly, and he clenched his fists at the sensation. Not because it hurt, but...

Well, it did hurt, but mostly it just felt too damn good. His breasts felt so swollen, and the sweet relief of the suction pulling at the milk was a better relief, a better pleasure than almost anything that he'd felt so far. The husky panted past the yelps, and as the pain started to fade, he felt the pleasure far more keenly than he'd like. It was a feminine pleasure, wasn't it? Why did it feel so good to him? He wasn't...he wouldn't be...

Another shock through his breasts, and he bucked upwards, almost bruising his hips when they slammed into the magical barrier holding him down. Greg bit his tongue, trying to keep his sounds to a minimum, but it was so hard. Everything felt so damn good, and his body begged for more.

Toy...Toy begged for more.

He could feel his mouth opening already, the words for 'more, more' coming from the back of his throat. The husky immediately snapped his jaws shut, blushing worse than ever.

No, I'm not Toy.

Yes you are. We are Toy. We are obedient. We are horny.

Please, no. You're supposed to help me. You're not -

We're a good boi. We're a good Toy. We're a good boi. We're a good Toy.

It kept flashing through his mind, and he whimpered as he shook his head from side to side, trying to put it out of his mind. Desperate for a distraction, any distraction from Toy yammering away in the back of his mind, he watched the process.

With each shock and suck, another pulse of milk was drawn out of his breasts, sliding away from him and into the cyclone above. The purple was mixed with the white, sometimes turning pink in some areas where it was particularly concentrated. The husky watched as it was filtered through it, and then sent to the two strings of magic that led off to Drakina's breasts. He followed the flow of white -

"Mmmm, such a productive Toy..."

And stared as the dragoness' seemed to be absorbing it. The milk disappeared into her breasts, and they swelled from the constant influx. They were already at least a quarter bigger than they had been, and they were getting bigger still, pushing against each other and making her look even more top-heavy than before. She stroked herself to the sensation, and chuckled.

"A good Toy supplies her Mistress with all she needs."

"All...she needs..."

"Yes. You don't think that you're going to be treated normally, do you? All these changes... you'll soon live off of a diet of milk and cum. And where do you think I'll be getting enough to fill you properly?"

Oh gods, oh gods...

"Speaking of which, I think it's time to remove that chastity spell. Your balls need to empty, and I can only imagine how many thoughts are stored there, rebelling and angry."

"No, no please, Mistress, I beg - AHHHH!"

The sudden shock of pleasure as his cock was released from chastity was beyond anything that he'd ever imagined. He knew that he'd been pent up, but as the restriction was released, as his cock was finally allowed to feel everything to the fullest again, he felt like an orgasm was right around the corner. He bucked his hips - the magic around his waist disappearing - as he fucked into the tube around his shaft. It was tight, and it felt so slick, and -

"OOOOOOOH!"

He howled as he came, spurting his load up into the sucking magic. It was so strong, so powerful, that he came, and came again, immediately drawn into a second orgasm. The husky slumped down, her cock begging for more attention while also throbbing and begging to be left alone. Greg could hardly believe how good that felt. She needed -

Wait...no, not....what...

The dragoness chuckled at her - no, HIS! - confusion, shaking her head.

"I told you. The more you cum, the more you're drained, the less you'll fight. Just let it happen, Toy. You know it will. The only thing you'll get by fighting is a lot more shocks and a lot less pleasure."

S...He knew that was true, but how could he not fight? Everything was riding on this. If he broke now, if he lost, then she - HE! - would never get free. Drakina would have won.

Biting her - HIS! - lips, Greg tried to keep the pleasure at bay with occasional bits of pain. It didn't...completely work, as his cock was already erect again in the milking magic, but it was keeping him from building up quite so fast. Maybe he could make her work for it. She was lazy. She was -

She snapped her fingers, and the magic under his feet suddenly glowed. He'd forgotten about that. What was over there? What was -

"AHAHAHA!"

He screamed in laughter as tentacles rose up, pushing against his feet. Tiny points slick with who knew what dragged along his soles, flicking against his heels and his arches again and again. They were like little feather tips dipped in ink, and they were moving so fast, so lightly over his soles.

"AHAHAHA! Please, no-hohohohoho! Not tickles! Not - ahahahahaha!"

He kicked and squirmed, but the tentacles were too strong, grabbing him by the ankles and keeping him from moving even more than the other magic already was. They flicked over his toes and between them, dragging that oil around.

With every passing second, the tickling got worse, and his cock throbbed all the harder. He bit his lip, but he couldn't hold back his laughter for more than a few seconds as it got stronger and stronger, heavier and heavier. The tentacles jabbed in at the worst points, tickling from heel to toe in constant movement, never letting up, never giving him a chance to catch his breath.

And the oil...the oil was making him more sensitive. His eyes opened in fear and giggling hysteria as he realized that they were only getting worse.

The tickling and the laughter were so all-consuming that he barely noticed his third orgasm, and as her cum slipped out of her cock, it was delivered down to the dragoness again. Her balls swelled, just like her breasts, and she shivered as she realized how lost she was.

The tubes slipped away sometime later, and despite the absence of the tentacles, Greg couldn't stop giggling. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her breasts continued to ooze over her chest, over her belly. So much milk, so much wonderful milk.

She felt drunk, silly, stupid. What had been going on? What had happened? She didn't know.

"Heh, I don't think you'll be worrying about freedom anymore. How do you feel?"

"Toy feels...silly. Happy."

No, I'm...I'm not Toy...am I?

"Don't worry. You'll be feeling better in a minute. You need food, after all. Why don't you turn your head towards me, hmm?"

Toy felt good about that. She smiled, turning her head as she was asked. The voice was so nice; there was no reason not to.

Pointing right at her mouth was a cock that was thick as her fist, hanging above a pair of balls that looked like they belonged in a bowling alley. Whatever that was; she wasn't feeling like she knew so much anymore. She glanced a bit further up, following the purple scales to a pair of breasts bigger than her head, and Toy giggled.

"Food?"

"Food, Toy. Now, open up."

She did, and the cock slipped over her tongue. It was dripping already, and the husky giggled as she swallowed it down.

"Such a good Toy-boi."

"Mmmmm..."

As the cock slid in and out of her mouth, she felt something...deeper. Something in the back of her head, crying out, resisting this. It didn't want that cock...but why not? It felt so good, so hot, so sexy. It made Toy feel like a good Toy, a good boi, a good girl. She reached down, fondling the dragoness between her legs, pulling at those big, hefty balls. They were so heavy, so full...

It assured Toy that she was going to get a good meal.

It didn't take long for those balls to start rising up, and the Mistress started hammering into her face harder and faster as a result. Each thrust made those huge balls bump against her chin, and the husky giggled around it. The sound was muffled, but the Mistress must have hard, because she got a head-pat for her trouble.

"Such a good girl."

The Mistress pulled her down, holding her lips against the base of the thick shaft in her mouth. Toy loved it, even if that persistent part in the back of her head didn't. She knew she was made for cock, made to pleasure it, made to do anything that would make the Mistress happy. Just thinking about it made her throb all the harder, her dick begging for attention.

It didn't get it, of course; the Mistress wouldn't do anything with it unless she was in the mood to be filled. But the Mistress did lean down, giving her a lick on the forehead.

"Here comes your meal, Toy. Don't spill, and you'll get your milk, as well."

She grinned at the thought, opening her throat as much as she could with a few quick swallows. The milk...she'd never had it before, but it sounded good.

After a few more thrusts, Mistress came, flooding the husky's mouth. She swallowed desperately, pulling it to the back of her throat and keeping it there, tugging on that cock to make sure that it stayed in place. She needed that cum, needed it in her stomach. She swallowed again and again, forcing each wave to go down, ignoring the protests in the back of her mind.

As it settled, she felt her hunger slowly fade, her need gradually slipping back. Mistress was right; this was wonderful food, far better than what she had been having before.

The last of the cum dripping over her tongue as the Mistress pulled out, Toy looked up with pleading eyes, whimpering softly. The dragoness chuckled.

"Yes, yes, you earned it. Come here."

The magic faded around her, letting her sit up as the Mistress sat beside her. Those massive breasts nearly buried her head, but she latched onto one nipple and started sucking. Her hands were far from idle, either, as they grabbed hold of the Mistress' cock and started stroking it.

"Good girl...Good little Toy."

And she couldn't think of any higher praise than that.

Six Months Later...

Greg struggled against hi...hi...her latest order, panting as she walked across the room in absolutely nothing. The Mistress was entertaining tonight, having gathered a number of other dragons, and she - as Toy - was the prime attraction.

She still blushed heavily as she walked around, her ever-so-heavy shaft attached to her dripping nipples by a chain through the new piercings, keeping it up and throbbing for everyone to see. Every dragon in attendance seemed to take delight in staring at her for long periods of time, and despite herself, Greg/Toy loved it too.

Maybe...there was more truth to huskies being sluts...than I wanted to admit.

Why else would she have broken so readily to the dragoness? Why else would the Mistress have her so horny all the time, begging to serve? Even now, with the chastity rings around her cock, the husky wanted to do something, anything, to get a chance to get off. Even the milking spell from before, as dangerous as it had proved to her mind, was tempting at this point.

She carried a platter to the head of the table, leaning forward with teeth clenched. The Mistress glanced up, and chuckled.

"My, my, Toy, but you look almost angry. Have you forgotten your manners?"

The simple nudge was enough to make her force a smile, shaking her head.

"No, no, Mistress, I'm just -"

"No, you're just starting to think again. What did I tell you about thinking?"

"Not - AH!"

She moaned out loud, her voice going higher as the Mistress squeezed her breast. A splash of milk shot out, landing in the cup that the Mistress had taken. It floated about for a few seconds before sinking into the light beverage, dissolving into it quickly. The dragoness let her go, and Toy shivered, panting heavily as pre oozed down her shaft, dripping off of her pent-up balls.

"Go and serve the other drinks. And try not to think. You know how hard it makes it for you, boi."

The subtle reminder of her only remaining masculine feature - the helpless, caged, dripping shaft - was barely understood to the fogged-up mind that she had left. The husky walked with a wobble from one dragon to another, her body on fire, her hole twitching, her mouth drooling for a cock and its cum. Even as 'Greg' struggled to return, the fires of need made sure that it was a long, hard journey for him.

Not that Toy minded. She liked her job. She liked being exposed, being around cocks, being made to serve. She walked around the room, depositing drinks here and there, getting a finger shoved up her ass by one of the green dragons, getting her tongue tested on two other cocks, and even getting her breasts groped by one of the newly adult ones. She loved it all.

"Toy."

But not enough to ignore the Mistress' call. She immediately darted to the head of the table, grinning. Perhaps too much, perhaps too giddily, but that was how she felt when she was turned on, when Greg was being quiet.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"I have a speech to make, but I need a little motivation first. Turn around."

Toy giggled happily, even as the little whispers of Greg telling her not to slipped past the fires of need. She turned towards the table, her big breasts bouncing in the process. A scaly hand rested on her shoulder, and she bent forward as it nudged her further and further down, keeping her from standing in the way.

As soon as her breasts rested on the table, the cool platters around her making a contrast to her heated pink fur, she felt the Mistress grind against her ass. Toy cooed happily.

"Mmmm, thank you, Mistress."

I don't...mmmph...so good...

Greg started moaning in her head, as he always did when the Mistress started playing with their body. As that thick shaft started pumping, filling, stretching, Toy relaxed and let herself enjoy it, the steady prodding of her prostate making it feel all the better. It wasn't as much of a relief as an orgasm, but it was better than nothing.

Greg knew that, too. Toy knew she was only something that Greg used to keep the worst humiliation at bay. She knew she was really Greg, that she was still embarrassed by all of this...but it didn't matter. Toy just loved her cocks. Greg could think about it when they were alone later, when she helplessly jerked at her cock at the memories of what was going on...but for now, she was content to enjoy the cock reaming her ass.

Just as a Toy was meant to.

The End