How To - Staff Satisfaction/I Suck Ch. 02

Damn it all.

She estimated about 15 minutes passed, before a stiletto heel stepped into her drool puddle. "Well. Lets get you sat up eh? Girls!"

Strong arms reached around her as she was lifted and placed gently into the chair. She could not move her head, and found herself staring into a fairly large cleavage until a pair of soft hands tilted her head up. "Oh good, she's pose-able. Girls, get me some gloves, I need to do an inspection."

Inspection!? Trish couldn't move but was promptly tipped forwards. She Heard a snap, before feeling a latexed hand reach towards her nether regions... And begin fingering around her asshole! She was being violated by this person and couldn't do a thing to stop it.

"Yes, very clean. I don't think she uses it anymore, so we won't need any septic precautions like the last girl. Ok, sit her back."

Trish was sat down again, before a pair of hands - the same hands that had been in her ass!? Came towards her mouth and.. Ewwwwwwwww...

She stuck her fingers into Trish's mouth and began feeling around. Goodness knew what for, but she seemed very satisfied. Pleasant humming could be heard as she tickled the back of Trish's throat. She was glad her gag factor no longer worked!

"Good. Strip her down and put her in the window. I'll add some advertisements later..."

With that she left. The rest of the staff practically ripped off her clothes and carried her to a display in the shop window. They posed her in a humiliating way, sliding her on to a large phallic prop stand. with everything on show, her arms where placed in what felt like a balanced position by her sides, before the girls proceeded to leave. Trish stayed there, staring blankly outwards, unable to look around or blink as the public outside the window pointed and gawped at her. She'd be humiliated if she wasn't becoming accustomed to her new lifestyle. Instead, she merely let her mind wander and daydreamed.

about half an hour passed. AS far as she could see, for most of it she had crowds looking in at her. She heard a slight noise behind her and suddenly, the curtains dropped. She wasn't on display anymore. "Ok Blow, we're just going to pop a few adverts on you..."

Blow? Adverts? She couldn't see until it was placed into her line of sight, but the woman - she presumed the boss lady from earlier - was holding a marker in front of her face. "It'll wipe off once your display period is over, don't worry." She cooed, with an unconcerned tone in her voice.

The squeaking sound of pen nib on her breasts reminded her of rubber. She wasn't being told what was being written, but she knew it wouldn't be good. A few displays where being set up next to her stand stacked with dildos, Onaholes and the like and she was beginning to understand her job was, basically, to bring in crowds. She'd just realised - she was a glorified billboard now!

It took about 30 minutes, but eventually the woman - by this point Trish guessed the store manager - popped the lid back on to the pen. She had done a number, writing messages all over her body, face, arms and legs, even her butt and back. She must have looked extremely informative, she thought to herself. Strangely, the pen felt good against her sensitive skin and she missed the tickle. Moments later seemingly out of nowhere, the curtains rushed open, exposing her to the crowds again.

She couldn't see what had been written on her, but people sure seemed to want to read it. Over the next few hours, people came in close. She could hear lots of business going in behind her as seemingly crowds of people rushed around the store. People took pictures and women posed next to her display, all the while seemingly unaware that Trish was a living person, not an actual sex doll. In truth, she knew it was a deluded idea that they didn't know who and what she was now.

She picked up the odd snippets of conversation and that kept her marginally amused, but as time went on without being able to move, blink, even breath she began to panic. What if this was permanent? Her view when no crowds where around was the shop opposite and a bench. She couldn't look at anything else. Boredom and the fear of living like this for... well, however long she'd live for was beginning to set in. Was she immortal now? She hadn't felt any discomfort not drawing breath. Her eyes felt fine too. Was she just a rubber doll with a brain now? She couldn't say, and not just because she was frozen.

She could slightly make out her reflection in the window and noted the vacant stare that was left on her face. A blank, slightly seductive pose thanks to her new esteemed colleagues. Her face looked primed for inserting a cock with her huge O shaped lips hung open, almost like they were in waiting. After hours of looking blankly into her own image, she had begun to grow accustomed to her face. How strange, she wondered, that she'd actually begin to like her new looks?

The day went by with little but her own thoughts for company. Eventually, the store seemed to close. She assumed she'd be let loose, but realised something during her frozen pondering - she was contracted here for several days. Sure enough, she watched the manager lady lock the door, give her a satisfied look and walk away. Trish was all alone in the store, waiting for the next opening day. If she could move, she'd have probably broke down in tears.

Time passed even slower on the display at night. Occasionally people would pass by, some would stop and stare, laugh, look aroused, whatever. But they rarely stayed long. Later in the night, once or twice, people sat on the bench and masturbated looking right at her. Her huge glistening body parts must have been too much for them. But the majority of the night she had absolutely nothing to keep her entertained. Worse still, probably another effect of the drug, she didn't feel any need to sleep. How could she, with her eyes jammed wide open? It was an awful, sobering experience about just how exposed she was in this new life.

Once the doors opened the next day, she felt a wave of joy. Finally, Company! A new sign was placed next to her and the store assistant brushing up on her felt like ecstasy! She watched people pass by or gather round and was just glad to be out of the loneliness suffered the night before. The day went on exactly the same, people would go about doing whatever they were doing and occasionally stop to look at whatever was written. Strangely the feeling of craving attention seemed to grow in Trish again. She was practically screaming it.

This time, when the day ended, she was begging for the workers not to leave her. She needed company, conversation, anything! But as the door closed and locked and she received the same content look from the owner, she realised this was how it was. She didn't matter to them as anything but a means to an end - a catchy signpost. The highs and lows of the day really crept up on her as she sat in the same pose as the last 40 odd hours, feeling like she'd hit the bottom of the barrel.

3 hours passed. That's what she guessed, anyway, before she heard the back door open. People where approaching. The curtains flew shut and she felt strong hands pull her down from the display. What the fuck was going on!? she was dragged like a rag doll across the floor by her legs before being laid down on what looked like a pommel horse. Each one of her huge, heavy breasts flopped round the structure, weighing her down nicely and balancing her. She still couldn't move but non-the less, she felt herself getting strapped down onto the furniture. Her face, hanging just over the edge and her ass pointing outwards for the world to see. Her only view was a mirrored wall for trying clothes on allowing her to continue staring back into her fuck doll face.

The bell on the front door rang, more people where entering. Her cock was secured to the horse and felt like it was covered with a tube. ".. to keep it out of sight and keep her balanced." she heard a gruff voice rumble.

Two women came into her line of sight and began to check their makeup in the mirror. One looked female but judging by the bulge in the other pants, Trish guessed the other was modified. They chatted between themselves, before bending down and addressing Trish. " Hiya Dollie! It's your last full night with us, so we thought we'd throw you a partay! We'll be looking after you, don't worry and it'll sure be better than sitting by your own all night! See ya in a bit blow-up."

She spoke with a charmingly positive attitude before leaving. Trish sort of hated it but she had to admit, the airhead seemed to know what was going on - Trish was strangely relieved to have company. She also laughed at for calling someone else an airhead - she was a life sized Blow-up Doll herself, after all. Sometimes being unable to talk has its advantages.

"Ladies, Futas and gentlemen! You know why we're here, to give our girl here a test ride! Pick a ticket and remember - no unlicensed photography and videos! The shop it now open!!"

Trish felt a slight wobble as something smacked across her humongous behind. Her whole body practically rippled. Before long, she heard footsteps and excited talks, as a cash register rang. Then...

"Oh yeah, first round!"

A loud effeminate voice cried out. She still couldn't see, but she'd already guessed what was going on. Surely enough what felt like two hands gripped on to her behind. Cheers and Whoops rose from the crowd as Trish tried to mentally brace herself. There was a pressure on her asshole, then a sudden force against her backside.

"WoooooOOooOOWWWeeeee I'm in!"

Laughter and merriment all around. Trish, frozen in place couldn't join in. She was preparing for her first ever ass-fuck as a Dollie. With no real reason to be gentle, the person behind her began to pound away, sending jolts and ripples through her large ballooned frame. She estimated it only took a few minutes before the first customer popped, filling her hole with cum.

She didn't expect the next sensation - She only heard a slight impressed murmur from the crowd as someone started, unbelievably, licking at her butthole. "Ha Ha, Girls gotta eat eh!? An we gotta keep our toy her' clean! 20% off to everyone usin' a rubber!"

It was the dumb slut from before! She was rimming Trish's ass like a pro, cleaning it for the next cock!

"Here Y'are, Who's next?" She hollered, before Trish felt another slightly bigger schlong push itself into her ass "Pound it boy! Oh looka that Queue! We'll haveta open the front!"

A cheer rang out. It wasn't long before a fat dick hung in Trish's face, ready to start assaulting her mouth. Well, at least I've got company to keep me busy, she pondered, before her tight, lubed, rubbery mouth stretched over the customer. Better than being alone...

Her face hole made some ridiculous noises during her first ramming, with air constantly being forced into escaping. It seemed to make the audience laugh and the person in front of her seemed to be showboating. It was hard to tell admittedly, since she could only look directly into the pubic region but judging by the rhythem changes and long pauses she knew she was right. Eventually, he dumped his load too and along with the strange anal cleanings one of the sluts had the job of cleaning her face.

"Hiya Sugar, let's get busy."

It was less a make out session as this whore licking a lollipop. Seductive for the crowd, but with business in mind. When her tongue was in Trish's mouth it explored the area for cum, nothing more. Wide, long licks dragged across Trish's face and eyes as she blankly stared back. Once or twice, the whores decided to 'spit shine' Her face or ass, sending the crowd into a frenzy. It was humiliating, but at the same time Trish was basking in the fact she had no control. She'd almost resigned to rolling with the punches and was trying to see the positive - namely, she wasn't being ignored anymore. The odd part was the woman cleaning her didn't seem to swallow any of the jizz - she was spitting it all in to a bucket beside her. 'The liberties of being able to move' Trish pondered, aware of the pool of out of reach spunk resting in her paralyzed throat.

"Mmmm Hmmm! Taste like strawberry 'n' Cream! This Blow-up Bitch is fulla surprises!" Comments like this snapped Trish back in to the moment. "I could do this all night!"

This treatment went on for hours. Trish counted each one - 65 people fucked her Ass, 57 her face. The two whores loved every second of it, even began fluffing the crowd. It couldn't last forever of course and by about 2am, the shop was shutting down. Trish could hear polite thank-yous and goodbyes by the satisfied clients before the door locked.

"Hmmm... So you wanna put her back on display like this, or you wanna carry on the party?"

"You know whut? Untie her and lay her down there. We'll carry on the fun!"

Trish was clumsily untied and lay down on her back. she was on top of a soft furry rug and Her large tits flopped about above her like a pair or water filled space hoppers. A slight slap from one of the whores set them juddering and sent vibrations through her whole body. Her ass held her hips up and had a similar texture to her boobs. All in all, she was very comfortable, despite the huge weights on her chest.

From her new angle, she could see she was surrounded by cameras. A poster above her was simply labelled 'Blow-up cock-whore 1 - the doll'. Shit. She must be a movie star now, she supposed. A red blinking light indicated she was still being filmed. The only thing she could do was endure as her blank face stared aimlessly into the camera. Suddenly, one of the girls grabbed her cock.

"Ooooh, it's all floppy! Must be a side effect. I'll try to get it up but can ya go get the pump just in case?"

Pump? Trish knew what they were trying to do but didn't expect the next part - she felt a wetness around her bell end and then a sliding sensation as her cock was pushed along a tube. She couldn't tell which, but one of the girls was either sucking her off or pumping her cock. Either way, for the first time in days Trish was getting some play! It was strange though, she felt her dick stiffen and heard the joyful giggles as the women realised their plan was working, but she felt little in the way of pleasure. It felt nice, really nice, but still she didn't think she'd be able to cum!

"Okay, Part two! Get on this thing gurl while I fuck that hidden pussy!"

Oh. Crap. After all this time, Trish had practically forgotten her vagina was still present, hidden behind her over engorged ball-sack. And one of them did seem to have an appendage of her own...

"Ohhhh she is the perfec' sex toy! Pleanty'a holes for you and a massive dildo here fo' me!"

With that, part two began. Trish felt the petite whore sit on her stomach, before sliding Trish's massive dildo prick into her tight vag. They seemed to be making out as the other slowly found Trish's pussy and slid her generous sized cock straight in. It was strange how good it felt and reminded her of her womanhood. The fucking started slowly but the pace soon increased. The one fucking her was creating loud slapping sounds as her torso rammed into Trish's rubbery opening, while the one on top was beginning to furiously bounce up and down, putting all of her weight into each thrust.

Eventually, each one came. They made a massive show if it for the cameras no doubt and changed positions. This went on for several hours, before eventually...

"OH! Daybreak!!"

She wasn't wrong. Trish could see the light shining through the window. There was a sense of panic as the two whores fumbled to either get off Trish's prick or quickly clean her cunt. In what seemed like record time they managed to drag her back to the display and prop her up in the usual position. They were laughing with each other but there was also subtext - they seemed very anxious to leave no trace of the last few hours fucking. After roughly 5 minutes of panic laden wiping and cleaning of Trish's body, they both turned and practically ran out of the building.

Trish carried on sitting. Only a few hours left, she sighed to herself, as the manager crossed her line of view to open the store. She obviously couldn't highlight the issue, but she felt a slight trickle around her pussy and asshole. Obviously, she was leaking cum all over the display. Nothing she could do. She just sat there, mentally preparing for the rest of the day while customers began again to gather round. Time to daydream...

The rest of the day passed by quickly. nobody really hassled her, instead she was largely ignored again. Once the shop closed, she was taken off display, but sensed no sexual tension like the night before. "Alright, Let's get you ready for the petrification juice wearing off.." The manager sighed. "although I might have a deal for you in future, if interested..."

She obviously wanted to keep Trish longer, but she was not interested in the slightest. At least, not in this specific scenario. She wanted to keep her options open and would consider this shop in future if there were.. a little variety. There seemed to be a transformative theme to the establishment and, perhaps, she could use that to reclaim her former body. "Oh and another thing. It's policy, but to ensure your business in the future I have a leaving package for you. Pick it up when you regain mobility. Ok Girls, take her out!"

With that, Trish was lifted on to a large woman's shoulders and hoisted outside. another followed, recording the whole thing on a handheld camera. She was placed down unceremoniously in the alleyway behind the shop, exposed and completely vulnerable. They opened a large container that looked suspiciously like a dumpster and lifted Trish again, harshly flopping her in to the bin. With the slight bit of light left before the lid shut the saw that thankfully it seemed to be a recycle bin and full of old packaging, not rotten foodstuffs. "Zis es ze safest place to put you." The large woman said, without a hint of sympathy. "Udderwize, de people might take advantage seein you like dat in de street. De back gate is unlocked and your package is behind the door. Goodbye."

With that, the lid slammed shut. Trish, laid there, in the trash bin, waiting to regain the ability to move. It was humiliating. But before she could dwell too much in self pity, the lid opened again. The cheeky whores from last night where there! One held her camera pointed directly at Trish's face and the other held a bucket. "alright! This'll make a great end to 'Blow-up's blowbang and ass pound 1', give it to 'er!"

The other grinned, before tipping the contents of the bucket on to Trish. It was a wet mass of rubber and it slid all over her body, lacing her in the fluids that leaked out of the weird sacks. It took a moment to realise what it was...

"All the cum and condoms from las' night! Figure you still got a couple'a hours ta get your moving back so we saved up all ya work! See ya next time DARLIN!"

And with that, the bin slammed shut again. Trish had to simply lie there, the disposed doll slathered in used condoms until her body kicked back in. She could taste cum in her mouth and her hair felt drenched but that wasn't the worst of it. She felt broken in by the assault. Like she'd be happy to oblige in future. If nothing else this event had taught her that she was a fuck slut and could do little about it. The highs and lows where like a drug and she craved more. In reality, she felt like her form - a fuck doll. For the next few hours her mood fluctuated. Sometimes she was horny as she could be and turned on by her current position, others she lay in complete despair. It didn't dawn on her that, slowly, her body was kicking back in until she saw her cock start to twitch and eventually stand erect.