"If I meet quota, God is going to give me a new body."
La Dama paped her cheeks with red powder. "Te sonrojas como el culo de un cerdo" said Paleyo. "No puedes joderme la cara." she sung. "I had you delievered to my home and you can surely live if you please."
"¿Puedo tener un poco de coño antes de irme?" inquired Paleyo. Both were two fat people. Paleyo's stomach hung over his jeans and her stomach covered her bald coochie. Paleyo stood behind La Dama Falso, her ass was big and flat at the same time depending on the angle.
"I might get to go to the gangsta's ball." she grabbed the lipstick off her desk. She outlined her lips red and filled it in. "I need mascara." she started shaking her fingers.
Paleyo felt her ass. Squeezing the flesh and biting his lips. "no te muevas"
"What?" she looked behind her. "Get away from me. Dije, siéntate chico."
Paleyo pulled her hips to his groin, he rubbed his five inches near the crack of her ass. His tongue hung down his neck. "Eres fea como el infierno, pero este culo." he said and smack her ass.
La Dama had a face... something. Double chin, neck rolls, and fat cheeks that made her look as if she was choking. Her elbows were dark and arms covered in hair as well as her lower back which she hid in a dress.
She slapped his thigh. "I said no!"
"Vamos, dame un poco." he beamed. He wasn't big as in long but it had... girth... like a missile. It was round at the head and already dripping.
Paleyo lifted her dress up. She wasn't doing much to stop him and she felt him push into her. She frowned for a moment. Her ass cheeks pressed against him. He held her like she was under arrested. "Oh!" he yelped. She let out a sigh and started thinking how good her ass felt.
"Está un poco seco aquí." he pointed to the lotion on the table. She reached for it and handed it to him. He pulled out of her ass and squeezed the lotion in his palm. He smelled, apple and peaches. He stroked his dick with the lotion and went back into the fray. "Ahora se siente como guacamole."
He slipped in and out so easily. The circus tent was filling with the peaches and apples. "Oh shit!" he bent her down and rammed into her ass. "Juega con tu coño!"
La Dama felt under her dress. It was definitely moist. She dug her fingers in her coochie and rubbed the juices to her citoris. She tried to lift her fat leg to the table. Paleyo picked it up for her and the pleasure racked her body. La Dama gasped and beat the table.
Paleyo slipped out. "What! No! Get in there!"
"Lo siento señorita..." he jacked off a bit sadden. Back at it again, he delievered thurst with power behind it. "me vas a romper el culo!"
Paleyo's eyes glowed, a deep red. His tongue swiped her neck as his dick powered through her ass. He bent her backwards and grabbed her titty. He massaged the nipple with his index and thumb. He pushed the nipple in with his finger. "Ah!"
With that release of sound his tail swept the floor and wagged wildly. His nose elongated. " lo siento no soy chihuahua..."
"Eres un buen chico..." she moaned. His ears perked up. "what?"
"Eres un buen chico"
His pace gained speed. "Dilo otra vez!" He pounded her ass, the sloppy noises echoed through the tent. He smacked her ass. "Eres un buen chico!" the speed was breath taking, sweat collected her neck rolls. Paleyo grabbed her hair and pulled the strand from the scalp.
"Quiero una perra bonita como tú!"
The great wave building in her core kept her silent. But she thought, 'I ain't a bitch.'
He gave her long, tender strokes. He slowed down, "quieres ser mi perra?"
Of course not. She was just a puppet—no, she had to get rid of the mental state. She wasn't a doll anymore. She could feel flesh. She wasn't a chew toy. She took a moment to breathe, "Termina y sal de mi."
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La Dama sat on the toilet. She finished her business minutes ago, now she was just left with her thoughts. She rested her chin in her hands.
What if she told God she wanted to change. She was changing, she had flesh and bone now. It wasn't that hard to get. She killed the family that owned her, snapping the child's neck in her sleep or at least choking her to death.
Obviously, the first plan wouldn't have worked so she had to improvise.
What did she want? She had a circus full of 32 dolls. She got pregnant by some man and had a baby. That was eventful. But the baby was a doll... or she thought.
Her baby was too dark, it was dirty. So, she dunked her in water just like Adoria used to do. And got all clean, she dressed her up and doll clothes. She got an American Girl Doll and the clothes seemed to fit but the children fused to walk.
What would Adoria do?
Well, one time Adoria beat her legs with a hammer. She needed surgery for her modeling career. But the next day, Adoria cut her legs off because she failed at modeling. She worked at Most Beautiful Modeling agency but she hadn't been there in years.
She remembered her ex-boyfriend. He had porcelain skin and abs. Tito Lopez; he dyed his hair blonde after their break up but he shouldn't have been sleeping with her aunt Maricela.
She couldn't understand why she wasn't enough. All fucking Maricela did was go to the damn bar. She called Tito on a tiny pink phone but when she dialed him the phone made no sound. It worked when Adoria was around. It went boop and beep.
Then she tried going to the bathroom but that hurt her stomach. She had a birthday, March 9th. However, she didn't know her age.
And then there was that time, her father Javier came into her room and shoved a pen in her vagina. The pen broke inside so black ink was all over the covers. Maybe that's the real reason her aunt and father argued.
So about five years ago, her aunt Maricela kicked her out of the house and she had to use the dog house to sleep in. But La Dama had powers. She could fly and Lego city was thankful that she swooped in and destroyed the giant Chupacabra. Mexico City even gave her a certificate. "Puedo hacer cualquier cosa." said Adoria. "Tengo magia en la punta de mis dedos. Ver." She showed her mother her hands.
"¿Crees en la magia?" Her mother, Deifilia looked at her daughter. "¿Qué carajo te pasa? ¿Por que eres tan estúpido?"
"Pero estoy usando mi imaginación mamá."
"¿imaginación? Sigues quedándote en el maldito país de las hadas, vas a ser retrasado."
And then she told the worry doll all her troubles. "I hate her. I hope she dies." Adoria slapped her doll and threw her against the wall. "I could make a mom..."
The worry doll stood up, "¿Abrazos?" it spread its small arms. "No te preocupes, me comeré esos malos sueños."
Why did she make everything sound worst in her head? She ate her, that's what La Dama did. She aye Adoria and Adoria, well... the puppet body had an odor.