Doll Wife: Part 6

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Finally the day of the wedding came. Emily was awoken early and dressed in a tight corset that was laced steadily down. Beautiful white stockings were fitted to her rubberised legs and then stunning white ballet boots. Her bottom hole was plugged with an ivory plug and then dozens of frilled petticoats fitted. Her corset was tightened again so that she fainted and after she was brought round another round of lacing began whilst long gloves were fitted over her rubber hands. Then came the enormous crinoline and stunning dress and finally veils, seven of them in silk that blinded her completely. There she stood, silent, gasping for breath, blind and a vision of virginal beauty. Slowly she was led away to the service.

The service was torture. She had to stand and kneel totally blind, fighting to stay conscious and suck air into her tortured lungs. However, two points she did remember clearly. The first was when the priest announced her new name: “Do you Charity Emily Carter take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…?” Charity. She was to be Charity from now on! And the second moment was when he lifted all those veils to kiss her rubber face. She was surprised: her new spouse was a youngish man, only a little older than her Emily self, and not ugly. She felt his lips kiss the rubber and thanked God for relieving her from the clutches of Miss Parker.

Then came the meal with her guardian making a speech on her behalf and her new spouse extolling the virtues of a doll wife in his. Peering through her eyeholes she could see several other dolls in the crowd, silent and not eating and wondered if there was some kind of crowd which specialised in doing this to their wives and daughters. Still, whether there was or not, her training had taught her not to question, merely to be. She was a doll now, a doll wife and she needed know no more than that.

After the meal, Charity was led away from the table by a maid and up the stairs of her new mansion home. She arrived into a glorious bedroom with a fine four poster bed in the middle of it. The maid divested her of her heavy dress and then all her undergarments and then attended to her toilet. Empty and clean, she was led to the bed where she was lain out but then to her surprise, there came some unexpected extras. Her arms were stretched out to the top posts and cuffed there whilst her ankles were stretched to the bottom ones. She was lain spread-eagled, unable to move a muscle. Then the light was turned off leaving her almost totally blind. There she lay, panting in silence, waiting for her new husband not as a wife but as a passive love doll.

She waited and waited, for what seemed like an age but then she heard a door and felt a presence near her. “Charity! Charity!” said a male voice and someone climbed on top of her. He fiddled around her private parts and then she felt an erect penis enter her latex-sheathed hole. He pumped away and she tried to reciprocate but could only manage the slightest of movements. As he fucked her he caressed her hard narrow waist and her tender rubber-covered tits which hurt somewhat but she could do nothing to stop it. She longed to hold him in her arms as she’d imagined doing with a husband when she was younger but obviously dolls do not do that. As he worked away she compared the experience with her youthful fumblings with Johnny Baxter. In some ways this was far worse; she had no say in the matter, she was totally at his mercy, she was entirely passive, it was not romantic at all, not a meeting of two willing bodies, more a rape. Yet the virtual blindness, her sheer helplessness and her doll-like appearance in another way excited her, turned her on and made this special. The two experiences were from separate worlds just as she was no longer a living, breathing girl but instead an anonymous rubber love doll.

Once he had finished he lay on her a while panting and then climbed onto her face and his cock thrust through into her rubber-coated mouth. “I believe you like how this tastes,” he said to her and immediately warm pee started flowing into her mouth. She gulped it down obediently but gagged a little. His pee was not hers; it tasted of alcohol and smelt horrible. Hers was neutral and… well, her own. But she knew that she was his now and so she continued to swallow, tasting pee for the first time in weeks and when she had finished she sucked him dutifully dry.

In the morning Charity awoke with her new husband lying on top of her. He was snoring soundly but she could sleep no longer. She longed to wake him and perhaps enjoy some more intimate activity but of course she could not. She was a Charity doll now; all she could do was lie and wait. As she did her bladder filled and she longed to drain it but unlike in her days at the school she could not so she held it in. Eventually, after a couple of hours he woke. She was worried he would want to enjoy her hole again which would be difficult considering her need for the toilet, but he did not and instead climbed on her face again and this time used her mouth to relieve his tensions. He bounced up and down on top of her causing her to struggle to breathe, her enormous breasts bouncing up and down with each laboured breath but this only aroused him all the more until he exploded into her mouth. The sticky liquid that now graced her throat was a new sensation for her; somewhat salty and with a unique aftertaste and she realised at that moment that this would become a regular alternative to urine for her.

He left her, the semen still coating her mouth and after a few minutes her maid came. She took her to the bathroom and then attended to her toilet, emptying her full bladder and giving her a thorough enema but then, after plugging her bottom as before, a large, a catheter was inserted into her pee hole which was attached to an empty rubber bag which was fastened under her bum. No explanation was offered and Charity could hardly go ahead and ask so she just stood docilely whilst it was screwed into place and then the maid dressed her in copious silken underclothes that she’d have loved to have felt directly on her skin before then dressing her in her new attire as a wife. Unlike at the school, her dress was now the very opposite of plain, a glorious creation in yellow silk printed with tiny flowers and decorated with every manner of bow and frivolity. It had a high lacy collar and in her brown sausage curls little yellow ribbons were tied. The only disconcerting thing was that on her hands, already difficult to use since they were covered by two layers of rubber, padded mittens were tied so that they were rendered absolutely useless. Ballet boots were then laced to her feet and when she was led to the mirror she saw the image of a very girly, prissy young doll lady with a smiling face and not a care in the world. It was shockingly innocent, almost childish, yet at the same time the enormous globes of her heaving fake breasts and the minuscule waist hinted of a very adult alternative reality. That was Charity; that was her from now on.

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Doll Wife: Part 5

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Life continued in the same surreal fashion for Emily the Clarissa doll as the months rolled by. She had been told that she would stay in the school until her waist reached 15 inches and at first she tried to work it out at half an inch a week, but that time passed and she realised that the reductions were getting smaller as she neared her target. Certainly she felt them and was always gasping for breath. However, one day, after about six months she was summoned to Miss Parker’s office and the schoolmistress announced that she would be getting married in a month’s time but that first she would be going to hospital in order to have her marital improvements undertaken. Emily wondered what improvements could be done to someone who is totally sealed off from the world but then realised with joy that after marriage she would no longer be a pee-drinking rubber doll anymore. That surprised her a little when she thought of it for she had now got very used to her situation and the prospect of consuming anything other than her own waste was strange to her now. She recalled Miss Parker’s words about a doll-mind being formed and she realised that she was now passive and accepting of most things, including the fact that she would be taken to hospital to have her body altered without any consultation.

The next day she left and was transported to Gt. Ormond St. Hospital in a sealed car. This was the first time she’d left the school save to go to church, but with her blinding veil she saw nothing and after the car stopped she was led walking blind down several corridors and then ordered to sit in a chair. When her bonnet and veil were removed she discovered that she was in a private consulting room with a bed covered in white latex. Her maid undressed her and then removed her Clarissa costume. Stood in latex only she felt quite naked and emptied her waste into a bucket on the floor. Then her mouth tube was removed and the chloroform covered her nose.

Emily awoke aching and tired and with a blinding headache. She found herself strapped to a bed, covered in latex but not her Clarissa costume. There was a gag in her mouth but no tube connected to it and instead she was being fed by a drip into her arm. She tried to raise her head and see what had been done to her and when she did gave a small gasp of surprise. Fastened to her chest were two of the most enormous breasts that she had ever seen, each easily as big as her head! She shook her body and they jiggled beneath the latex but still stayed proud and alert. So, her new husband wanted her to have a massive bosom then! But what else?

Sometime later a nurse arrived. She smiled and said, “Glad to see you’re awake again Miss Carter. Those new breasts of yours are some of the largest we’ve done for a while but I’m sure they’ll please your husband. You’ll find them very hard and distended; he especially requested that I believe. What you won’t know that is that down below we’ve trimmed away some of your excess flesh petals to leave a smooth hole which is far more doll-like don’t you think? Anyway, I’ll be back regularly if you have any problems.”

Emily didn’t have any problems and besides, doll life had taught her just to lie and wait. She recovered in the hospital for about a week and at the end was able to feel her heavy new breasts with her latex-covered hands. They certainly were hard and round and looked completely fake but then again, she was half doll now anyway, was she not? At least she did not have to drink pee all the time now and everyday she was allowed to drink water and even juice which was a totally unexpected pleasure and like heaven for her.

When she came to move again, she found walking hard. Her breasts were very heavy and threw her whole body forwards. She had to spend hours practicing with the nurse before she could finally leave.

Emily was not taken back to the school but instead dressed in a different doll suit and removed to a hotel. This doll suit had no internal plumbing and so instead she had to use the toilet again like a normal person although there was still a plugs in her bottom hole to prevent accidents, her vagina, now freed of its excess flaps of skin was now left free, beyond the latex lining that penetrated it for a couple of inches. What was also different now was the mouth. Like before, this appeared like a pair of smiling lips, but inside it was very different, a ring keeping her teeth open whilst latex still coated the inside. However it also contained, just behind the teeth, an extra layer of rubber so that items could enter the mouth like her drinking pipe but were now harder to remove and had to be put in more deeply, coming out with a ‘Pop!’ when they did. What was also new was her face. Gone was the Clarissa doll and in her place a very realistic latex face of a young lady in her twenties with sweet brown eyes and long brown hair in ringlets. She was certainly very beautiful and Emily guessed that was why her husband had chosen it.

In that hotel she was laced into a longer corset and her training in walking continued. Then, two days later, a dress arrived, a glorious creation in white with a seven-foot wide crinoline, white silken gloves and lots of frills and bows. She was fitted into it and adjustments made and then stripped again.

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Doll Wife: Part 4

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Life at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies was like a surreal nightmare for Emily. On that first day she had been taken to the room with the other dolls – or students which of course is what they were – and sat on a chair where she had stayed for hours, unable to move easily and instead just sweating profusely, breathing with great difficulty whilst all the while her pee circulated from her bladder to her bottom to her mouth and then back down to her bladder again. The only other activity was to watch the other dolls – who were all referred to as ‘Clarissa’ by the maid and Miss Parker – but they all had different numbers on their necklaces – and watch the clock tick by through her pinhole glass doll’s eyes. Then at five the maids entered and they all rose and trooped into the next room which was a large dining room. There they were all sat at a table with Miss Parker at the head. Everyone was served food, roast beef and vegetables which looked delicious, but of course only Miss Parker ate, for they had all already dined on quite different fayre. Then, after dinner they rose and returned to the sitting room for another hour, before being collected for bed at seven.

To reach her bedroom Emily had to climb two flights of stairs which was not easy in her ballet boots and rubber, not to mention the wide crinoline, but she got there with her maid’s help and found herself in a small box room with a trapeze. In the middle of the room she was then undressed back to her doll skin, shift and bloomers but that was all, and then was told to sit on the bed and the maid did something very strange and unexpected. She got a bowl and knelt at her charge’s feet and then fiddled around with her rubber skin under the ball of her foot. There was evidently some sort of opening or valve there and small holes in the latex body suit underneath for a flow of liquid was released into the bowl. “That’s nice and clean now isn’t it?” said the maid to her with a smile but Emily didn’t understand what she meant. But as she was repeating the process with the other foot, she realised; it was the sweat that had collected during the day; the maid was draining her costume! After this she was tucked into bed. However, her arms were then guided to the sides of the bed where they were cuffed whilst her legs cuffed at the foot. There was to be no attempt at removing her costume and after she was tucked in and kissed on her smiling rubber mouth by the maid, she had to just lie there and suffer until, after many hours, sleep eventually came.

The next morning she was awoken early and redressed in her uniform. Then she was led downstairs for a surreal breakfast with Miss Parker and the other dolls before then the morning lessons which were all about walking gracefully on the ballet heels. For over an hour they walked in circles around a yard whilst the maids helped them and Miss Parker maid comments and criticisms. It was hard and thirsty work indeed and the constant movement caused her to be continually leaking pee into her bottom but at the end she was much better at handling the boots and could walk unaided.

Then came a surreal lunch and after that another hour of lessons, this time in a classroom. Miss Parker wrote a passage on the blackboard and all the Clarissa dolls had to copy it on slates, not an easy task when your hands are covered with two layers of rubber and one of kid. The passage that they copied was about the role of wives with the ideal wife being silent and submissive to her husband. ‘Dressed like this,’ thought Emily to herself, ‘I don’t have much choice!’ Then they all retired to the sitting room again for several hours of watching and waiting. As she sat there drenched in her own sweat, her mouth tasting of pee, Emily started to pass the time by seeing how long she could hold her bladder and then how long she could hold her pee in her bottom. Strange as this might sound, the latter activity, although slightly painful, was beginning to excite her down below in a way that she thought was probably inappropriate, but with nothing else to occupy her time, she continued with it. Then after that it was dinner again, another hour in the sitting room and bed.

The days all followed exactly the same pattern except that the lessons were different on different days. She was trained in walking with ballet boots, wearing a monoglove and on what to expect when she became a wife. They watched a video of different improvements made to women, with some being given gifts of enormous bulging breasts or fat pouting lips. Watching this, Emily would have love to feel her own breasts but as her arms were firmly pinioned behind her in a tightly-laced monoglove at the time, then this was obviously not a possibility.

Things changed however, on Sunday, the day of rest. Ever since she’d been sealed into her Clarissa doll costume Emily had been looking forward to this as Miss Parker had told her that on Sundays the costume is removed. Also, as the week had passed she’d noticed a difference. Whereas at the beginning her pee had come regularly and she’d felt bloated, by the end of the week it was far smaller in volume and more acrid in taste. She guessed that this was due to the loss of liquid through sweat and she was desperate to fill up with clean water again, plus she also hoped that she may get some time out of her costume and perhaps even a meal to enjoy as well so Sunday was like a beacon of hope for her.

On Sunday morning she was awoken extremely early, about five, by her maid and, to her delight, stripped of her shift and bloomers and then her Clarissa doll suit. Standing there in all the clear latex, she felt a little cooler but not much different, but eager to undress further and feel the air of the outside world on her skin. Her maid got out a bowl, carefully un screwed her plumbing and told her to empty her bladder. This she did gladly and the pee that had been circulating through her body for an entire week was now all collected in the bowl. It was a rather dark green now, and she was glad to be rid of it but first she needed to taste some of the real pure water. However, instead of this, her maid instead took a damp pad from a box and held it over her nose. “Breath deeply,” she ordered. Emily did so but then immediately felt weak and dizzy. She realised it was chloroform. Within seconds her world had gone black.

When she awoke she found that she was lying on her bed. She was still dressed in all her clear latex but she felt different: drier and cleaner yet somehow tighter. She turned to look at her maid who was sat by her bed. “Ah, you’re awake, good. You have been out for over an hour. During that time I have undressed you, bathed you and given you a thorough enema. I bet you’re feeling fresh and clean now; you certainly were very dirty and smelly after a week in there. You’ve also been laced to new dimensions, an extra half an inch has gone from your waist and a quarter inch from your neck. This will continue until you are fifteen inches around the waist, the dimensions preferred by your husband to be. Now, we need to get you ready for church but here’s the bit I imagine you’ve been looking forward to: it’s time for your weekly drink!”

She produced a medical stand with a large gallon bag of clear liquid with a hose running out. This hose she attached to Emily’s gag and the confined girl began to suck eagerly. After a week of pee drinking this was heavenly, the most beautiful drink she had ever experienced, real amber nectar. After only a pint or two though she began to feel full but carried on sucking; she now knew the consequences of drinking too little! Finally it was finished, and the tube unplugged and replaced with her regular plumbing. She felt clean and good but at the same time devastated that she had not experienced life outside of her suit. As if reading her mind, the maid said, “Here at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, our students are not allowed to be conscious outside of their latex suits; it helps undermine the doll mind mentality that we are working so hard to achieve.”

After that she was sealed back into her Clarissa doll suit and then dressed in her uniform. Today though, since they were going to church, there was more. Her gloved hands were fitted into a muff which locked in place making it impossible to removed them and then a heavy cloak was draped over her and fastened up the front. Finally a large bonnet was fitted atop her head with a thick veil which rendered her blind. Then, fully dressed, she was led out of her room to church.

How long the walk was she could not say, for blinded it was impossible to measure time or distance but she reckoned only about half a mile or so. But in her rubber and ballet boots, weighed down by her cloak and blinded by her bonnet and veil, it was a real trial. As she shuffled along she realised that to the outside world she, and all the other students of St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies would appear as normal young ladies such as are to be found in any good school. No one would know that in fact they were forced to live as pee-drinking rubber dolls. As she walked the movement broke her bladder again and almost immediately she began to suck from her bottom. The taste was better now, less acrid and cleaner, but tinged with the harsh knowledge that she had a long time to wait before she could be refilled again.

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Doll Wife: Part 3

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Once the jug was finished, the most unpleasant of all her surprises so far was produced. It was a large gag that was put into her mouth and inflated with a bulb until it filled the entire cavity and caused her cheeks to bulge. She could still breathe through it as it had a small tube running down the centre but she couldn’t make any sound. So, she was to be silent in school! But why? How could she learn to sing or talk in polite company if she was gagged? She knew that some high-class women do gag but only for short periods. What was all this about?

Whilst she was wondering, the maid was fiddling around down below. She had attached a small belt around her waist and then had produced a kind of plug which she was obviously going to fit next. But where? “Stand up please, Miss Carter,” said the maid and after she did, she found to her dismay that the maid was intending to fit it into her vagina! It was well-lubricated and slid in quite easily but then to her shock the maid started to pump the small attached bulb and it slowly expanded inside her, making her feel full and violated. After four pumps it was unbearably full but then the maid gave another which caused quite unpleasant painful sensations, made worse by the fact that her bladder was now filling up with some of the water she had been forced to drink. Next though, it got worse. She was told to bend over the desk and another plug was forced into her bottom hole. This was thin at one end but got wider before thinning suddenly into a trunk rather like the shape of a Christmas tree. Although well-lubed, inserting this – into a place where she had never had anything inserted before her enemas that morning – was really painful and although the maid was slow and gentle, Emily found herself groaning into her gag. Eventually though, it popped in and the natural reflexes of her bottom hole squeezed around the trunk, sealing it into place. Then though the maid started pumping that plug as well and as it grew inside her the pain grew with the stretching. Like the vaginal plug, this was pumped five times and then she was ordered to stand. In the mirror she saw herself, completely covered in latex but with three bulbs handing down from her mouth, vagina and anus. These however, were removed by the maid who then approached her with some piping. What on earth was all this about? The maid attached the first tube, shorter and wider than the other, to the end of her vaginal plug and then the other end she screwed into the anal plug. Then she took the other tube and screwed that into another opening in the anal plug and threaded it up her back, attaching it to the belt that she’d fitted around her corseted waist, and then up, round her neck and into her mouth gag. So, she could no longer breath through that opening but what on earth were those tubes for? She couldn’t figure it out at all and whilst she was wondering, the maid brought the next item, a tiny plastic device that fitted around her nose and was connected to a strap which was tied behind her head. The device had insertions which went into the nostrils and the maid started fiddling with these and gradually she felt them getting larger and thus stretching her nostrils quite painfully. This she did not mind much though, for she realised the purpose; as the only way for her to breath, they were actually helping her to get more air into her poor lungs compressed by the tight corset. Once this was done though, came the most major and shocking item of all.

It was a suit, a full body suit, of flesh-coloured rubber. It was thick, extremely thick and it covered everything, right down from her feet to the head. It was slowly fitted and stretched over her already-covered form and she felt the heat rise significantly. She also felt the desperate need for the toilet, yet how could she pee covered like this and with all those tubes? Unfortunately, she couldn’t ask now, being silenced so. The suit was worked over her legs, middle, chest and arms and then the head was fitted. It covered everything, with only small holes for her nostrils, the rubber of the suit, actually going inside them and lining them, and two pinholes in front of her eyes although these were covered by some sort of glass, causing her vision to be like looking through a tunnel.

Eventually it was fitted and the headmistress bade her to sit down on the chair. She could hardly hear her with two layers covering her ears but she did as asked. This done, the then maid produced a wig of beautiful golden ringlets which she showed to her before fastening on the top of her head. Then the mirror was produced and she was shown her new image. What she saw shocked her and caused her to gasp in horror. Emily Carter had completely disappeared and in her place was a doll, a lifesize female doll with large blue eyes, smiling ruby red lips, beautiful blonde tresses, a swan-like neck and a tiny waist. Disturbingly though, as a doll, this was sexless. There was no vagina and no nipples over the tiny breasts. It was a blank, flesh-coloured toy.

“Meet Clarissa,” said the schoolmistress, leaning near to her ears so that she could hear. “Miss Emily Carter does not exist anymore and for the months you spend at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, only Clarissa shall be present. Now, I can appreciate that all of this must be very confusing and unexpected for you; it is for most of our girls, but it is how we do things here and you shall have to learn to adapt. Now, first things first. My name is Miss Parker and I am the mistress here. We only have one mistress as more are unnecessary. I shall prepare you for your future life and I shall prepare you well and your uniform is the main tool that I shall use to do that. Now, right now I expect you are dying to pee but do not know how, sealed as you are inside your new skin. Am I right?” Emily – or Clarissa – nodded. “Right, well, what you must do now is let go, empty your bladder right now, here. Go on girl!” Confused, Emily did as she was told. She felt an enormous relief as her bladder emptied but then a strange feeling as her bottom began to fill up with warm pee. What was happening? The pee flowed and flowed and her bum filled and filled, pressing against the tight corset and causing her a little pain. It was like the enema she had received earlier except now it was her own pee, not water, inside her.

“When you pee the liquid flows through the tube straight into your anus, thus giving you an enema such as you are probably experiencing at the moment. This is why you were given a full enema before as it was imperative that your stomach be as empty and clean as possible. Here at the St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, our students rarely take off their uniforms; in fact, it is only done once a week on a Sunday before church. However, you still need to emit waste and to consume, so what we have developed is a waste recycling system. The liquid that you drank had nutrients added to it, enough to give your body all it needs to survive for the week. Now, I imagine that you are feeling rather full in your bottom now. There is only one way to relieve that and it is the way in which you shall always relieve your thirst and obtain nutrition whilst a student here. Suck on your gag Clarissa!”

Drink her own pee! The thought of it was too disgusting, too dirty to even contemplate! Yet she was sealed into that costume and the pressure in her bottom was quite intense now, painful in some respects. So, hating herself as she did it, she sucked. At first nothing happened but then slowly warm pee flowed up and filled her mouth. She gulped it down; the taste was disgusting and she felt like retching but she knew she had no choice. She gulped and gulped, fear filling her for what other horrors her new school might hold for her. Yet as she gulped the doll in the mirror just sat there, motionless, smiling blissfully. There was not a hint of the chaos that reigned beneath all that rubber and latex!

“Right now,” continued Miss Parker. “Now Clarissa has been created, but she is naked, and thus not decent to be seen out of her room. Now we can finally begin to dress you in your uniform.”

First came stockings held up by garters that Emily could hardly feel through all that rubber and then white cotton bloomers. Then she was made to sit down and the most incredible pair of black boots brought out. They reached up to her calves and required lacing for their entire length but most incredible of all was that they held her feet in a vertical position so that she had to balance en pointe like a ballet dancer. Once fitted she was helped up and she found balancing extremely difficult, shifting her weight from one point to the other. Of course, she had seen ballet boots before in magazines about the upper classes, but never worn them and was not happy that she now had to. It was obvious that the school – and her guardian – planned for her to be a lady, but what kind of lady is trapped in latex and rubber and continually drinking her own waste?

Then came a shift and then petticoats, seven in all before a crinoline cage some five feet across and then a petticoat on top. On her arms white kid gloves were fitted and then the school dress, a plain cotton affair in dark blue. Finally a silver necklace was brought out and fitted around her neck. It had the number seven hanging from it. All of this she hardly noticed now, instead she was more obsessed with the struggle to breath and to balance on her ridiculous new heels. That and the awareness that her bladder was bursting again and she was loathe to empty it into her still full bottom.

Dressed, she was ready to leave the room and holding her maid’s hand she tottered across the floor and through the door. The continual movement caused all her plugs to squirm around inside her and her bladder broke again so that as she tottered down the corridor, her bottom began to overfill with warm pee again whilst all the time she was drenched in sweat and struggling to breath. Eventually though they came to another door and when it was opened Emily found herself confronted by a large sitting room. More shocking than that though was the fact that all of the chairs were occupied by blonde-haired life-size Clarissa dolls identical to her! Almost fainting from the shock, her maid had to catch her to prevent her from falling. Emily regained her breath and against her will, hating herself for doing it, but desperate to relieve the pressure down below, took a large suck on her gag and her mouth filled with warm pee.

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