I stood on stage as instructed, my eyes blank and staring dully into space, my expression like that of a doll. I was perfectly obedient. Perfectly molded with intense brainwashing sessions into a jiggly fuckdoll happy to dance, twerk and serve. Usually, after my routine on stage, my master would greet me and tell me stories of how I was a toned, dominating goddess that would let nothing stop her from achieving her goal, how he enslaved my mind and molded my body into that of a thicc sexsow. And all I did was stare dumbly into space, a stupid whore nodding her head and thanking my master for teaching me what real whores were supposed to do. And now, my phat, jiggly thighs clapped together as I danced, confirming just how ridiculously dummy thick I was. My Breasts hung like the teats of a sow in my slutty bunny costume, showcasing a dickachingly sexy line of cleavage jiggled like a bowl of jelly as I bounced them wildly for their amusement. Occasionally, I would turn around and twerk my fat bubble-ass devouring my matching thong, covering my thighs with glistening need as my programmed made my fuckpig body burn with sexual hunger. I was a fat fucking pig and it felt...so good. I wish he made my thicker. I wish my belly bulged with babies. I wish I could earn the esteemed title of Anal Slut on my collar and serve as my master's sexpiggy. But I had to dance...for my Master. For my owner...
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