Exclusive Caption: Putting a Slob to Work (Inanimate TF)

A traffic-filled commute, a stuffy office, orders from a dozen supervisors, shuffling about in aching heels… These were all parts of Amelia’s daily life, the hectic struggle of a fresh college graduate. She had been lucky enough to land a low-tier job at a nearby office block, and while it meant a stable income, it also meant being wrung dry at the very bottom of the corporate pyramid. Still, Amelia stuck through with it, keeping a saint-like composure towards all sorts of annoyances and grievances, letting any fury fizzle out of her psyche at the thought of the relaxation that would come in the evening at her humble apartment.

When the time came, she sighed in relief at opening her home’s front door, but quickly grimaced at seeing its state. Dirty dishes littered the sink, used pots lined the stove, and a layer of crumbs was spread over the floor. This extent of filth was exactly how it had been the morning Amelia left for work, and it had been like that for several days now. With the young woman slaving away each day, housekeeping was often too much for her to handle. She had hoped her flatmate would have made the problem null, however…

“Sweetie, why haven’t you cleaned up yet?!” Amelia pouted at a man slouched over a sofa. He was a tall and slender type with a shaggy beard and dirty blonde hair, a man that Amelia met in high school and had quickly fallen in love with. She and Jacob had moved in together to become a proper couple, and it was there where the girl learned of an unsightly side to her lover.

“Oh, hey babe! Sorry about the mess, but I’ll get that sorted out first thing tomorrow!” Jacob scratched his beard, flashing a disarming smile. Amelia only responded with a sigh, having heard the same thing every day of the week. From all their dates and meetings at school, Amelia would have guessed her boyfriend to be an impeccable, cleanly man, though that impression was solely due to meeting him during those times he had to groom himself. In actuality, Jacob’s daily life was a slovenly one, with him only rising from his seat when absolutely necessary. Thanks to a remote job he had recently bagged, those occasions were practically reduced to zero.

“C’mon, babe, don’t look so sad, it breaks my heart!” Jacob edged closer to his girlfriend, who had sat on the sofa purposefully away from him. “I know I messed up, and I'm super sorry for that! Here, let me make it up for you, I'm sure that office has got you all tired and pent up…” His words quieted into a whisper once he was an inch from Amelia’s neck. She kissed her pale skin, slipping sweet nothings into her ears while patting her plump thigh. Amelia shivered, wanting to resist the man’s flattery but knowing it was futile once he began caressing her breast.

If there was one redeeming aspect to Jacob—the only reason he hadn't been dumped by now—it was his body. At a first glance it was nothing special, but what only his most intimate partners would discover is the utter monster that hid beneath his pants. Amelia was one of the lucky few who had witnessed the 8-inch beast throbbing in glee and urging to be stuffed inside the nearest moist crevasse. Jacob was not only endowed, but knowledgeable on how to act. From foreplay to the peak of passion, he moved in just the right ways to leave his partner squirming and squealing in the throes of ecstasy. Sex with her man was by far the best experience Amelia got from her days, the perfect antidote to a soul-crushing work day.

“F-Fine, I’ll forgive you for now, but you gotta promise to clean tomorrow!” The girl complained amidst deep kisses. Fully enchanted, she rubbed her breasts against Jacob’s chest and grinded his lap, the stiff bulge poking her groin and kindling a mad fire within. “No problem, babe, I promise! Now, it looks like you're getting very restless, so why don’t you go get what you want?” Jacob grinned, proud to have charmed himself out of work yet again. His smile turned to grunts as Amelia dug through his pants like a starving animal, finally pulling out his cock and admiring it like a deity. Amidst licks and kisses, she tore off her blouse and stroked the cock with her D-cup breasts—just about the bare minimum size to properly worship such a member. It took little time for her to be rewarded by a warm spray of semen, but in mere seconds Jacob’s cock was ready for another go.

“Alright, babe, you’ve done plenty of work for today. Just lay back and let me take care of you~” He carried Amelia to bed, her bare body desperate for action. Climbing atop his lover, Jacob wasted no time in giving her precisely what she desired. Being pierced by the giant cock, Amelia moaned wildly without concern for being heard by neighbors. As she was enveloped in climax, she peacefully drifted off to sleep, comforted by knowing that all would be well once she got back home from work.

*

“You bastard, how could you?!” Back home from work the next day, Amelia stomped her feet and raged towards the cowering Jacob. “You promised me! Right before that damn cock of yours drove me mad, you promised!” After a day more grueling than usual, the loopy Amelia had finally broken upon seeing the state of her home being worsened by some extra dishes and littered wrappers. Her boyfriend’s friendly greeting was responded to by screaming tirades as Amelia paced around the apartment while Jacob meekly tried to approach her.

“I'm so sorry, babe, please forgive me!” Jacob said, confident he could squirm out of this screw-up like always. “Look, how about we clean up together this night? I’ll do most of the work, you just have to stick by to make sure Im being a good boy! I promise we’ll have everything cleaned that way, but we gotta be calm beforehand, so… Why don’t you come over here and relax with me?” Having not worn pants today, there was little Jacob had to do except let his bulging briefs do the talking.

Before Amelia could snap and lunge at the man, she took a deep breath, a flurry of ideas calming her mind and developing a sly grin on her face. “Okay, fiiine. But you’ll really have to make it up for me. I wanna try something special today!” She said with fabricated sweetness and cupped Jacob into a hug, taking the chance to wrap a blindfold over his eyes. Through tugs and pulls Jacob endured to ward off his girlfriend’s wrath, letting her do as she pleased, even once it involved tying his limbs to the bed posts.

“Perhaps I've never told you this, but I've got quite the fetish for domination.” Amelia cooed, crawling atop her boyfriend like he was prey. “You’ve been super naughty lately, so this is simply what you deserve…” She made sure the man’s cock was as erect as it could get before pulling out one final accessory she would use; a bag of fine powder that was sprinkled over Jacob’s penis, immediately bringing the manhood to irritating itches.

“Hey, w-what did you do?! My dick–it's burning like hell!” The slob struggled against his binds, flailing his head madly in any attempt to tear away his blindfold. Amelia looked at her panicking burden with serenity, focusing only on his one redeeming trait. Even as it painfully burned, the cock did not soften one bit, nor did it change with any pinch or poke Amelia could do, almost like it had solidified into its fully erect state.

“There was a time where I thought you were a real gentleman, Jacob, but let’s be honest, you're nothing but a lazy pig! Still, there was that one aspect that always kept me chained to you, the one gem among the vast sea of trash that was your character.” Amelia monologued, trying her best to instill fear into her boyfriend and holding back on laughter as his cock began to change. The various wrinkles, hairs and veins on it smoothed out, particularly among the tip, where the man’s baggy foreskin faded away to leave a smooth dome atop a featureless cylinder. The phallus squirmed for a final time before losing its livelihood and becoming pure rubber bright pink in color. “There’s no way I could ever live without this cock, so I’ll be keeping this while ditching the rest of you! I never thought of myself as the type of girl to buy sex toys, but here we are…”

Jacob’s screams intensified, though they were no longer ones of pain. Though his rubberized manhood was unfitting with the rest of his body, he could feel it with more vibrancy than ever before. Each brush of air was an electric jolt bringing the man dangerously close to orgasm, every little poke of the elements getting more intense as his cock grew a few inches further. The painful pleasure was such that Jacob began to lose feeling in the rest of his body. His limbs, hips, and chest seemingly faded away and made his penis that much more sensitive. In the end, he felt himself as only a severed head besides an enormous cock, one that towered above him like a skyscraper and—with a single motion—toppled over him to fully consume what was left of him as a man.

“Oh my, you ended up amazing!” Amelia snatched from the blankets a brand-new dildo without a semblance of humanity. Its shaft was thick, its head bulbous, and its testes perky, a picturesque depiction of a lewd toy. “Oh my, and you smell so good, too!” She sniffed at the air, relishing in a subtle aroma of fruit. As she neared the dildo to her face, Amelia moved to dragging her tongue along its surface, wettening the slick shaft while tapping at the pink dome above.

Inside of the plastic penis, Jacob’s mind wrecked itself in confusion and stimuli. Located within his new body’s balls, the man’s consciousness could barely register the sight of his now-gigantic girlfriend. He panicked at the sight of her looming hand reaching for his body, but he was unable to escape, after all, he had no legs with which to run away and no arms with which to drag himself to safety. His desperate pleas were put to a temporary stop once he was gripped by the thick pole that was the majority of his body. Massive jolts of lightning ripped through his plastic self, each touch of Amelia’s dainty fingers better than all of the enthusiastic handjobs she had ever given to him.

“You like that, huh, big boy?” Amelia cooed to her dildo’s head. “Well, that’s all you're gonna get for today! You can't believe how tired I got from work, and while it would be nice to catch some relief, the thought of keeping you pent up is much better!” Amelia ripped her boyfriend from her gracious touch, leaving him begging for more of her heavenly touches. She dangled him with the least contact possible over to a drawer sneakily hidden beneath her bed. In it, stacks of porn magazines were covered by a plastic bag. “Hehe, did you think you could really hide all this from me? I found out about it months ago! At first I didn’t mind, but thinking about how you were lazing away while jerking it to these whores…” Amelia’s eye twitched and she squeezed her dildo’s balls before composing herself. “Oh well, it doesn’t matter now, all you’ll be doing from now on is serving me! Now then, enjoy the first night of the rest of your life, hun!”

The rest of the night became a breeze for the young woman—the most peaceful slumber she had gotten in a while. For Jacob, however, the dusty drawer he was confined in became more akin to Hell by the hour. Not only were the dark confines increasingly more traumatizing to the man still reeling with confusion at his transformation, but the increasing isolation itched away at his very sanity. Throughout the endless hours he spent locked away, he could hear the snores and grumbles of his sleeping partner—he could even hear the few times she awoke for a bathroom trip—but could never call for her attention or mercy, remaining near yet so far away from the slightest scrap of companionship.

When dawn crept up the apartment window, Amelia woke up with a drawn-out, satisfied sight. Being stuck with a deadweight partner for so long, the girl had forgotten all about the joys of sleeping alone. She got off bed with a skip, going through her morning routine with a grand rejuvenation and not even feeling dread at the approaching start of work. Just as she finished buttoning her blouse, the girl remembered why exactly she found herself so peppy.

“Hey, sweetie, how was your night?” A beam of light blinded the motionless dildo, the sight of Amelia’s titanic face inspiring a spurt of relief at seeing something other than pitch darkness, though later Jacob could only become dreadful at thinking of what would happen next. “I know dildos can't sleep, so it might have been a bit rough. Then again, I'm guessing you're used to laying around and doing absolutely nothing! Anyway, I just got done braiding my hair, and I got an amazing idea on how to toy with you some more!”

Amelia stuck a hand inside of her boyfriend’s new bedroom, a hairband curled around each of her fingers. Handling one at a time, she wrapped the elastics around the dildo’s shaft, twirling them twice and even thrice to form five separate links squeezing tight around Jacob. “You must be really pent-up, huh? Don’t worry, I promise to give you proper use tonight—and unlike someone else, I do keep my promises. Until then, however, you're just gonna have to deal with these cute little bands! Okay then, I gotta go hun, give me a goodbye smooch!” She pressed her lips against the dildo’s tip—just as she had during several dozen sessions of fellatio—and left it stewing in torturous teasing.

Jacob screamed for mercy at the vanishing silhouette of his torturer, just barely able to see her fleeing past a crack in his prison. Yet no matter what he did, he would be made to suffer the next ten hours alone with no company but the five rings constricting his body. The bands created a focus point of pressure, each one tightening by the second and sending Jacob into a spiral of madness. What at first was a torturously pleasurable teasing soon became an unbearable pain as Jacob was choked to the point he swore he would be torn apart.

As the hours progressed without an actual sign of him doing so, the strain of Jacob’s mind eventually began crumbling away. Under all different types of pressures, thinking became hard for the slovenly man, and he soon began forgetting all about why he was in such a predicament or even what exactly was happening to him. From his worldview, Jacob was simply in a still state of agony, with no care for the sour memories of Amelia, or even the hopes of sometime escaping from this fate. The intense burden of each waking second took hold of his mind fully, cracking it all over to the verge of shattering.

While she knew that her dildo boyfriend would suffer, even Amelia was unaware of the extent. Even if she did know, however, she was unlikely to care much, instead focusing on the fresh feeling that carried her through the day. Not only was her productivity up, but she found a smile on her face and a pep on her step with grander frequency than had happened for a long time. Even though she was free from stress, a longing desire slowly built up on her crotch, growing every time she remembered the massive sex toy hidden beneath her bed and ready for use.

It took Amelia one more torturous hour of commute before she finally kicked down her apartment door, hurrying to her bedroom while a layer of moistness covered her panties. “Hey, sweetie, did you miss me?” The giantess’ face knocked some sense into Jacob—only a little, however, as he was still subject to the constricting torture of bands. On cue, Amelia removed these, lifting the weight of whole mountains away from her dildo’s psyche. “Oh my, whole hours under pressure and your rubber didn’t dent one bit! You really are an amazing dildo!” She brushed and patted the toy gently, in her eyes a minute trace of the love she once held for her boyfriend.

Released from his infernal shackles, Jacob cried in adoration for Amelia. His tortured, muddled mind didn’t care—nor remember too well—that it was this woman that had even sentenced him to such cruelty in the first place, all he was focused on was the sweet relief of freedom. Held so tenderly and with such little power, Jacob’s sore psyche settled into this submissive spot, relishing the utter powerlessness he displayed by being handled in such a way.

“Mmm, you’ve been such a good boy to bear with that all day long, how about we get you a nice reward?” Amelia whispered, setting the dildo high on her bed. She took a step back, making sure her toy could see her popping her blouse button by button, slipping her pencil skirt through her thighs, peeling off her sweat-drenched pantyhose, and every other step of her elaborate stripping.

Indeed, Jacob could see every but of the show, drooling like mad as his owner exposed more and more of her skin. Before, the man had always initiated every type of sexual activity, moving his hands with haste to strip his girlfriend bare at whatever pace he wished for. With his status as an inferior firmly cemented in his mind, he was pleased with being unable to be proactive, now reduced to nothing more than a passive observer patiently waiting his turn to be part of the action. Jacob admired his owner’s jiggly breasts and firm butt as if it was the first time he was exposed to such beauty. But what took him aback more than anything else was the woman’s clean-shaven, dripping pussy, especially as it hovered above him and rained down droplets of nectar on his tip.

“Are you ready for this, babe? Cause I sure am!” Amelia lowered her hips, plunging Jacob into an impossibly tight, overwhelmingly damp cavern. His stiff body pushed apart the meaty folds as he went along, carving a path through the unending tunnel until he was pulled back to the outside world. The fresh air stung the warm coating on his body, and the loosened slit above rained down juice. “Guh, t-that was… More, I need more!” The girl sunk her bottom again, repeating the strenuous spelunking all over again. This time, Amelia had no considerations for granting her dildo even the slightest break outside of her snatch. Once her pubis and its balls caressed one another, she rose only a few inches to once again impale herself over the latex pole’s whole length.

It took Jacob a few minutes of ruthless rubbing for him to gather any coherent thought. When the tight slit had dropped towards him for the first time, plunging into its insides was a mind-numbing sensation. It was as if he tumbled out of a speeding yacht and into the vast ocean, suddenly thrown away from comfort and into an endless void of wetness. He flailed around the water, wanting to resurface but only pulling himself deeper and deeper into the abyss. His vision was of complete darkness, and only wet gurgles could be heard inside his panicking mind. Jacob’s mind reactivating itself from the sensory overload was like him finally pulling himself above the water, and much like a massive lungful of air would have filled him, a gargantuan wave of dopamine rushed throughout his sanity and fried it to a crisp.

Jacob howled in pleasure, every patch of his rubber body burning ablaze as it pushed and stretched against its owner’s vaginal canal. It was a feeling unmatched by anything else in his previous life, one that made his days as a young man now seem so worthless and insignificant. To be used like an object of pleasure quickly became the ultimate experience for Jacob, one that he now yearned for every single second of his existence. With his grand girth, he brought orgasm to his owner in no time, the act rewarded by a torrent of cum that lubricated his body and made it even easier to slide about.

Even after going through an explosive climax, Amelia’s hips only quickened their movement, her body too becoming addicted to her new favorite sex act. While the hardworking woman would only see these nights of pleasure as a light reprieve from the stresses of common life, to her diligent dildo the few hours of use became the whole purpose for its existence. It now knew nothing more than to penetrate its owner’s pussy, to push apart her folds and make her sing a most delectable hymn of moans. Whenever it was not in use, its mind would go to a comatose state of wait, pushing away any reminders of its lost life in favor of the anticipation of its next use.

“I-Im gonna cum! I-Im gonna… Kyah!” Amelia gushed out her final and most potent stream of jizz, her legs giving out and toppling her whole body to bed. While her top half gave deep, calming breaths, her bottom was a twitchy mess still reeling from the feverous abuse it had sustained. When Amelia finally gathered the strength to retrieve her dildo, a few tugs were necessary to free it from its greedy pussy clinging tight to the artificial penis. Even once it was empty, the snatch still pulsed and quivered in longing desire.

“Hehe, you really are so much better like this.” Amelia giggled, flicking drops of excess cum from her dildo. Had she known of Jacob’s demise under such immense pleasure, of his total reduction to a devoted, barely-sentient sex slave, she might have felt remorse for transforming him, perhaps she might have even scrambled for a way to turn him back. Even if these feelings were to have been reached, they would have ultimately crumbled the next time she passionately rode her dildo, which was an activity the girl would repeat every night without fail. “Ahh, I love you, sweetie…” Amelia said in a barely audible voice, using the final bits of her strength before she drifted off to sleep.