bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Out of the Friend Zone, Into the Sire – FinalDerrick swore his eye
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Out of the Friend Zone, Into the Sire – FinalDerrick swore his eyes would never blink again as he gawped at the finished product in her final review. The lead surgeon and mind controller were stood to the side to answer any questions he might have as well as fulfil any further changes that may or may not be required.Her new name was BJ, an amalgamation of her room letter and the initial of her old, now redundant, name. Jemima was simply a distant memory now of a girl that once was and had been lost forever. She was stored in a box made to look like the packaging of a Barbie doll. A clear plastic mesh separated them both and prevented him from getting his greedy hands all over her. Instead his imagination worked overtime, envisioning her warm, soft, silky skin and wet juicy lips. He was desperate to run his hands through her thick, bouncy, brunette locks and entwine his fingers in the curls. He could practically feel the smoothness of her PVC outfit and was keen to push his fingers into her unbelievably cinched waist just to see how tight the corset was. He wondered if he would be able to feel her raspy struggled breaths if he pressed his palm on her ribcage. Then there were her perky nipples and the delight between her legs. How much would it take to make her squeal? A pinch? A brush? A single warm breath? His cock ached to find out.“She was my best friend once”, he mumbled to no one in particular as he pressed his hand on the mesh.“A friend with benefits now”, the mind controller smiled.“Considerable benefits”, the surgeon echoed.They all had a snigger at that, except for BJ. Derrick looked into her lifeless eyes. On their own they looked to be giving off a somewhat concerned expression but combined with the slack jaw and open mouth she merely looked like a dumb slut, his dumb slut. Her destiny was fulfilled, or was it his destiny? Both were intertwined now.“She’s…perfect”, he smiled.“Very well”, the mind controller replied. “If there’s to be no further treatments then you’re both free to leave.It was like the end of a marriage ceremony. He was free to kiss his bride. The mesh slid away and with it she rebooted into life. BJ’s eyes blinked slowly as her dim witted brain struggled immensely to jog back into some form of life. Her mouth curled into a smile of recognition and her arms suddenly pointed out towards him like the stereotypical image of an Egyptian mummy.“Sire”, she squeaked as she waddled towards him and into his arms. “Is it time to go home now?”“It’s time”, he answered with a smile and a nod.“Good because I have my morning yoga to do. A fit bimbo makes for a fitting Sire”.She giggled like a child and realisation dawned on Derrick. Everything had come full circle. He had found her doing yoga and she would finish doing yoga only this time she would complete her moves with his hard cock up her behind.Derrick curled his hand around her hourglass waist and guided her out into their new world.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link