Walking around Cherish Valley felt like walking around Disney World sometimes. Only the attractions weren't underpaid college students in over-sized sweaty, animal costumes. The attractions were the women, and their over-sized tits and bubble asses. The sweat came from their anxious husbands, boyfriends and masters, who awaited their next blowjobs. And the costumes were the women's newly transformed bodies.

But they were all animals.

As Cupcake minced before Melvin, being led out in front like a dog, at least she felt more and more like an animal. Melvin had even laced her steel collar with a pink satin covering, adorned with studs. The dangling tag attached, which read: "Cupcake - Property of Melvin Cobbler. Please Return if Found!"

Being paraded around town like a good, little, bimbo-puppy was becoming more and more popular around Cherish Valley. The town board was stern in their belief that the men of Cherish should release their trophies to the public, as a sign of their domination. A unity and ceremony of society.

In fact, the one-time Allison Anders had accidentally hitchhiked into a town on the verge of a perverted renaissance!

Not that Cherish was ever "tame." Only, in the past few months, it had all seemed to get steadily more and more out of control.

As Cupcake continued clicking down the pristine sidewalk she took in all the sites around her. Across the street was one of those dreadful "Oral Stations" where woman were required to practice their technique. You would enter a silver looking phone booth of some sort. Once inside, a soothing male voice instructed you to kneel on the padded floor. Then a dildo (filled with more donated semen from the town's sperm bank) slowly came out of the wall before the woman's awaiting mouth. The woman would then have to suckle the dildo until it was dry. And once finished, as she left the booth, a cleansing air system would breeze the room and dildo clean, and it would await the next woman, passing by.

"Oral Stations" were an excellent way to remind the woman of their places in Cherish. That reminder being, that their mouths were only good for sucking cocks now. If the men actually felt comfortable feeding them permanently from IV for their rest of their lives... they would. But there were just too many men who took great pleasure in force feeding their wives all sorts of "goodies."

Cupcake had learned of Melvin's adoration for that very fetish... the hard way. And her tight belly still shook out of fear for her next "helping."

Up ahead of Melvin and Cupcake, a middle-aged man pushed a baby cart before him, although inside the cart was no baby. Rather, it was a 23 year old girl forced to become a baby. Adorned in a pink baby doll nighty with matching booties, mittens and bonnet, the woman lay, strapped into the cart, sucking a binky locked firmly in her mouth. She twisted and squirmed under he blanket, but there was no escaping this public display of humiliation.

Now it was Melvin's turn to display his "pet" for all to see. Pulling on her leash, Cupcake was jerked back a couple of steps and almost fell flat on her ass. (walking in 7-inch heels will do that to you).

With her dildo dentures in today, Cupcake could only turn around and blink her big, stupid doll eye's at Melvin. "Please, I know when my bimbo has to pee her silly little self." Said Melvin. "You practically squirmed yourself out of the seat back there in the restaurant.

It was true, Cupcake did have to piss extremely bad. But she had seen and heard rumor around town of how men let their collared "puppies" relieve themselves while in public. And she wasn't ready for that humiliation yet.

According to Melvin... she was.

"C'mon, doll, this tree over here is fine." said Melvin. Cupcake hesitated, until Melvin suddenly lashed her ass with his riding cane.

Thwack!

"Muuurghfff!!!" Cupcake screamed into her dildo gag. A line of drool escaped her wet, pink, collagen lips and collected under her chin.

Thwack!!! Again.

Melvin wasn't fooling around. And no matter how many fat cells they had injected into Cupcake's round ass, a taste of the cane was still a taste of the cane. And Melvin could be evil with the weapon. He liked to keep her ass so sore sometimes that it brought instant tears of pain to her eyes as soon as she was forced to sit on it.

Mincing over towards the tiny, thin tree, Cupcake stood, her pink heels resting in the small dirt bed. Melvin, meanwhile, was busy unzipping her latex shorts. This was a task he had to do because Cupcake's own arms were bound behind her in a "single glove." In fact, the only part of her not bound were her feet. And since the height of her heels made walking an almost impossible task sometimes, they might as well have been bound.

Finishing with her rear, crotch fly, Melvin impatiently pulled Cupcake's shiny, pink, latex shorts down to her ankles.

There Cupcake stood, a blonde-haired bimbo dressed in pink latex, with a set of dentures in her "corrected" mouth and a dildo attached to their rear, which extended to the top of her throat so she almost choked on it. Her arms were bound behind her in the matching glove, and she wore pink, high-heeled mules with a 7-inch heel. Her feet were also encased in cute, little "Mary Jane" socks, with a folded over, lace trim.

And there she stood, ready to take a piss under a tree, with a dog collar around her neck and a leash attached to it... Her Master only feet away, watching her eagerly as she began to squat.

All around, men and their "pets" began to collect and point. Smirks upon their faces. Some of them licked their lips and got a little eager themselves. Even with their own trophies beside them, this spectacle of humiliation never got old in Cherish.

Suddenly, just as Cupcake actually felt like she could relieve herself in this horrible fashion, she sensed the crowd around her. Looking up, she took in about twelve couples staring at her.

Cupcake began to shake. Turning to look at Melvin, she pleaded with big wet eyes.

Melvin was not having any of it though, as he was in a rush to get her to the mall before it closed.

"Piss, you fucking dog!!!" he screamed. This got a laugh from the couples.

And so, shaking, crying and drooling all at once, Cupcake let go of her bladder and a steady torrent of golden piss began to gush from her and collect at her feet in the dirt. And, try as she might, some of it spilled down her legs. Cursing to himself, Melvin wiped at these trickles with his handkerchief to prevent it from dirtying her pretty, white socks.

As he knelt at her ankles, the line of Cupcake's collected drool became so long, that it touched Melvin's ear.

Immediately, he sprung up, ramrod straight and wiped his ear dry. Staring a hole through Cupcake's face, he suddenly grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them such as an Aunt or Uncle would squeeze the cheeks of their reluctant niece.

Holding her face in this humiliating position, Melvin pulled her by the leash so that they were nose to nose. Whispering, Melvin said, "Wearing a rubber cast of my cock in your mouth is a privilege. The drool that collects around it should be saved and stored behind those suction-cup lips of yours for lubricant. Because after we're done at the mall today, I'm gonna take you home and fuck your face silly. You're gonna be sleeping with a full stomach of Daddy's cum in your belly tonight, doll."

Instant tears rushed down Cupcake's cheeks, as Melvin released her.

"Now finish up before we miss the mall. I want to buy my little Barbie Doll some new toys."

If Cherish Valley were on the everyday map of the U.S. civilian, then its shopping mall would go down as a national landmark in consumer excess. But the better part of the country did not even know of the Valley's existence. And so its decadence would remain loved only by the town's civilians. Three stories high, it gleamed in the sun like a glass church... but was the size of a football stadium.

Every weekend, the citizens of Cherish would flock to the mall like ants flocking to their hole. Once inside, they were slaves to a spectacle of colors, clothes, toys, food, movies, music and... well, shopping.

But like all things in Cherish, the mall was also a haven where men could decorate their lovely pets like the dolls they had become. Stores with titles such as Fetish Fems, Slutty Baby Dolls, Plug Her Holes, Real Man, and Clothes For Your Bimbo! were the accepted norm.

Kiosk attractions sold games, toys, snacks, pills, shirts and trinkets all bent on "Keeping her mind on you!"

Whereas a typical Tshirt store in a California mall would sell shirts with taglines that read: "Rock Star," "No Fear," and "Austin 3:16." The Tshirts in the Cherish Mall sold shirts which read: "SLUT," "I'm a No-Brainer," and "I Like To Eat Cum!"

Men adored seeing their wives in these cute, little baby Tshirts that could barely fit them. Which is why Melvin took Cupcake to that store first. Standing together in the tight, cramped dressing room, Melvin undid Cupcake's elbow glove and then removed her "dentures."

Cupcake immediately began working some life back into her thin arms. She worked her jawbone up and down, putting life back into her mouth too.

"I undid your restraints so you could try on some of these silly baby Tshirts with all the cute statements on them." said Melvin. "And I took out your teeth because, when I get back with your shirts, I expect you to pump my penis dry with those fat lips of yours."

Cupcake's mouth opened into a little "o" as she tried to frown at this statement. The dildo dentures were out of her mouth for less than a minute, and already her mouth would be stuffed again with cock. This time, by the real thing.

With that, Melvin left the small room, letting the wooden doors swing shut, as they often did in cowboy movies when a villain entered a saloon.

Cupcake barely had a chance to dutifully re-apply a fresh coat of pink lip gloss when Melvin returned with around ten shirts all sized for a 12 year old girl.

"Hear, let's put this one on first." Melvin, sweating impatiently, began removing Cupcake's halter top.

Cupcake's dim mind reminded her that she could speak now that her dentures were out. "Umm, like, what does the shirt say, Daddy?"

"Ahh, I see my little bimbo's conditioning is starting to pay off."

Cupcake giggled.

"My what?"

Melvin sighed. "It just means that even naughty puppies can be trained eventually."

What Melvin really meant, was that he was happy to hear Cupcake calling him "Daddy" so freely now, with little or no resistance in her voice.

<giggle> "Puppy!" squealed Cupcake, and clapped her hands together.

"Stop that," hissed Melvin, as he guided her arms into the tiny Tshirt.

Cupcake, meanwhile, had to catch her breath. Her sudden, giddy outburst had confused her. These silly little bursts of elation were taking her over more and more lately. Try as she might, the implanted bimbo tendencies in her were slipping out and becoming a constant part of her character.

Even if she were terribly angry at Melvin for something he would put her through back at the house, she could only cry, suck her thumb and out like a bratty little girl. If she was happy about something, before she knew it she had broken down into a giggling fit and was jumping up and down on her heels, clapping her manicured hands together like a cheerleader while her platinum hair bounced off her shoulders.

Trying to force the shirt over Cupcake's mammoth 34E tits was like trying to fit a sock over a balloon. Yet, Melvin was able to force it down until it almost began to rip at the sides.

Cupcake was a comical site in the shirt. While the collar hugged her neck very tightly, almost choking her, and the sleeves just barely cleared her shoulders... her glorious tits pushed the shirt out so far, that the bottom of it was pulled up above her bellybutton. It was now a half-shirt... or a cotton bra of some sort.

I guess this is why they only sold them in these sizes.

Between two perky nipples the size of a pinky, the shiny pink shirt read, in bubbly purple font, "Human Cum Deposit."

Cupcake caught the name in the mirror of the dressing room.

"Like, what does depo---depos---" she stuttered on the tough word.

"It means that I didn't take your teeth out so you could prove what an idiot you are. Now get on your knees." Melvin forced Cupcake on to the floor of the tiny room. Grabbing a mat of her curly, platinum hair... he rammed his fleshy, purple meatstick into the wet collagen cushion of Cupcake's mouth.

The normal sound of slurping and chortling that was quite popular in Cherish Mall's many dressing rooms became audible through the Tshirt store. Although most of the stores customers ignored it; a gorgeous blonde pissing under a sidewalk tree was one thing, a blowjob in a dressing room was between the owner and his pet.

In and out, Melvin shoved his cock deeper into Cupcake's reluctant mouth. Already a steady puddle of drool had collected on the chest of Cupcake's cute new shirt.

It was always the sudden blowjobs that forced Cupcake into a relapse of memories. Visions of her youth. Of her stepdad. Of her dreams fading and life on the road. Visions which would come back to haunt her as her face was fucked by this perverted senior citizen before her whom she now had to call "Daddy." This fetishistic utopia that she now had to call home. And this purple-headed, "penis-pop" that more and more, tasted like a lollipop.

And so Cupcake sucked and sucked.

Melvin, meanwhile, was in the throes of pleasure. He could fuck this bimbo's mouth every hour of the day... and still... it wasn't enough. She was simply becoming spectacular. Those fat lips of her gripped his steak like a tight condom. "God... uhh... I should just... uhh... cut your arms and legs off (rams) and turn you into a human suck machine.

Cupcake choked on his cock, at that last line.

"Talk to me, bitch. Tell me how grateful you are that Daddy Melvin feeds you so often each day."

Melvin liked to hear her try and talk with no teeth and a cock in her mouth.

"Ank yuu Addy. I yike uu suuk yoor peee-"

"Ohh, shut up." And then Melvin exploded in her mouth and Cupcake felt his cock-snot dripping down her tiny throat, finding its new home in her belly. If this kept up, she would have to have her stomach pumped again, and that was a horror that gave her no pleasure whatsoever.

Zipping up his fly, Melvin commanded, "Lick it clean, baby doll. Daddy doesn't like a sticky penis in his underwear."

Lapping up his penis till it was clean of all semen, Cupcake stared up at Melvin's face with big blue eyes. Her face shook from his words. Melvin was just crazy enough to actually go through with his spoken fantasy of turning her into a limbless suck-machine.

"Come, lets go buy you some toys." He said.

The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and parading around the mall. In spite of her condition, Cupcake couldn't help but enjoy herself. She was programmed, after all, to be a bimbo, and bimbos like to shop and look pretty.

Melvin was even nice enough to give her a normal set of teeth to wear while they shopped. So Cupcake was as chatty as ever as she minced from store to store with Melvin dishing out his credit cards whenever he saw something he'd like to dress her in.

At a candy store, Melvin loaded up on multi-colored bubble gum. It was the latest craze around town because it supposedly made the girl's chewing it stupider. (as if that was possible). The town Med Center sponsored the gum and there were even popular commercials for it (similar to the "Mentos" commercials) where a chatty, annoying woman tried desperately to berate her hard-working husband because he constantly left the toilet lid open. Then the commercial would show the husband graciously offering the unaware wife a stick of the gum.

At first, the woman's face would turn to a confused distaste as she chewed the gum. But then the commercial would dissolve and you'd see her, hours later, blowing large, pink bubbles while she cleaned the house in a sexy French Maid's costume.

Melvin, not an independent mind when it came to marketing, stocked up on the gum, filling a brown paper bag to the brim with all sorts of flavors. Yet even a flavor as strong as raspberry secretly had that cum-flavored after-taste the wives all fought... but were reluctantly learning to love.

Melvin immediately tore into a pack and instructed Cupcake to chew all five sticks at once. One after one, he shoved them past her fat lips and into her mouth. "Make sure they don't stick to your dentures, doll"

<giggle> "Yummy. Bubble gum!" squealed Cupcake.

Melvin sighed, "Yes, bubble gum. So I wanna see you blowing bubbles and snapping as loud as you can. After all, all good bimbos blow bubbles, don't they?"

<giggle> "Silly, Daddy!"

Minutes later, Melvin had his arm around Cupcake as they continued their shopping.

Pop!

Cupcake, while not quite used to the taste of the gum, did as she was told and chewed the thick gum, blowing large, pink bubbles like clockwork.

Pop!

And sure enough, she felt more and more light-headed as the day continued.

Pop!

She soon wore a glazed look on her face and giggled at everything Melvin said. At one point, Melvin recognized someone he knew and played golf with.

As the two men talked, the man's wife gravitated over towards Cupcake. She was a tall redhead with thunderous tits and a Betty Boop waist. She was dressed in a purple, angora sweater and had a pencil skirt on, over latex ballet boots.

"Hi, I belong to Howard over there. My name's Cindi. What's yours?"

Cupcake took one look at Cindi's outstretched hand and immediately began giggling like crazy.

"Like, you're really silly, Miss." said Cindi.

Howard interrupted Melvin when he caught wind of Cupcake's giggling fit. "I see you got yourself a regular rocket scientist over there, hey Mel."

Melvin took it as a compliment. "Well, you know, Howard... I don't like em' too smart. Females think too much as it is."

Howard continued to eye Cupcake up and down, ignoring his wife. (who couldn't complain anyway). "Do you mind if I check her out?"

Melvin signaled Cupcake over to Howard. "Be my guest."

Standing before Melvin's pet, Howard took Cupcake in completely. He walked around her, as if he was sizing up a new car he was interested in buying.

Slapping her ass hard, he said, "Firm, but resilient."

Coming back to her front, Howard cupped both of Cupcake's clothed tits in his palms. "Good size, but I'm surprised you didn't go bigger. Cindi's F-cups are my salvation." Cindi giggled proudly at this compliment.

Melvin smirked, "Cindi's F-cups fit her frame well. Just as Cupcake's E's fit hers."

Howard laughed, "If you say so, partner." His inspection continued, as he reached under Cupcake's latex shorts and began inserting his fingers into her wet snatch.

Cupcake immediately began moaning and panting... but try as she might, she could not bring herself to slap this stranger's hands away. Her mind would just not let her.

"Easy, Howie. My little Cupcake's feeling very light-headed right now."

Melvin's statement prompted Howard to study Cupcake's face. Sticking the same finger in-between Cupcake's fat, pink lips, Howard smiled; Cupcake was already sucking his finger as if it were Melvin's penis-pop.

"Great reflexes. Do you mind if I ask her some questions to test her IQ? I love doing that."

"How could I say no to a golfing buddy?" laughed Melvin.

At this point, Cupcake was so giddy off the gum, she didn't know what planet she was on. And so when Howard began questioning her, she could only giggle.

Taking in her new baby-T, Howard's first question was obvious. "Are you a cum deposit, Cupcake?"

<giggle> "Depo--- depos-" stuttered Cupcake.

"What's one plus one?"

Cupcake twirled a string of gum around her finger. <giggle>

"What is your favorite color?"

Pop! <giggle>

Melvin leaned in and answered that one for her. "She's my pink princess. Aren't you, doll?"

"Umm, like... ummm... <giggle>, Yes, Daddy!" squealed Cupcake.

Howard stared at Melvin, shocked.

"God, this has got to be the stupidest girl I have ever seen in Cherish. How did the Med Center let her get this way?" asked Howard.

"She's not always this stupid, Howie. It's the gum she's chewing. It temporarily reduces her IQ even more so than its already been reduced.

Cindi knew what was coming, and so she frowned as best as she could.

"And where's the candy store you got it from?" asked Howard.

"Up a floor near the food court." answered Melvin.

As soon as Howard and Cindi rushed off, Melvin got an idea.

"Well, I think it's time I took my little puppy home for the day. You also look like you have to piss again, so I better get you outside before you make a scene." said Melvin.

Cupcake tried her best to pout, but the growing pink bubble from her mouth made that a comical site.

Pop!

"And, come to think of it. I think I know what you're having for dinner tonight." said Melvin.

"More bubblegum, Daddy?" asked an eager Cupcake.

"Silly, silly, girl. What do puppies eat?"

And so Melvin made one last stop before leaving the mall to pick up Cupcake's dinner for the night: The pet store.