Doll || Part 1

Kylie Jenner x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 1.3k.  Y/n just thinks her girl is the cutest and dumbest little doll. Warnings for some degradation...this is basically a bimbofication fic.

A/N: So this was originally just the draft of this fic but the nearly finished version was accidentally deleted. I'm just going to post this so I actually post something on here for the week and in the next part there will be much more to the fic. Sorry it's so short!

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Y/n had come to terms with her obsession for power. Having control over people gave her the adrenaline high that she had for years. She hated that she found people so easy to read. Just a few minutes alone with Kylie and she had compartmentalized her completely.

However, it wasn't exactly rocket science to be able to pick out that she was an insecure person who was obsessed with their appearance. Mentally Y/n picked her apart and thought of the many things she would change about Kylie, but she wasn't interested in making her feel more insecure. She wanted to break her mind, to make her see herself in the vision Y/n has for her and to only accept that.

She used the softest and sweetest words to get Kylie to say yes to going on a date, to say yes to being her girlfriend, and to say yes to moving into together prematurely. Y/n had convinced Kylie that she didn't need to be in control or worry about her finance because a beautiful doll like her should just "sit around looking pretty."

The more Y/n said it, the more Kylie believed it. She was happy to have Y/n taking over what she already found to be such an asinine part of her life. Y/n just told her to focus on herself and keep herself looking good. It's what Kylie needed to hear, or at least what she thought she needed to hear.

Each week Y/n had a new set of clothes for Kylie. She was too enamored. By the expensive clothes to realize they were becoming more revealing as the weeks passed. Her mind only took a pause when Y/n presented her with a "necklace" that looked more like a collar. It was Y/n's name on a necklace. Y/n's reasoning for it was that Kylie is her girl and she wants everyone to know. Kylie found it endearing, loving that someone so openly wanted to claim her and let everyone know she loved her. Kylie wore it proudly even if some of her friends questioned it at first.

What had really done it for Kylie was Y/n's approval of her getting more surgeries. She never pressured her, but she discouraged her against the surgeries. Her approach was soft, just what she needed. Everyone around them could see Kylie was going overboard with the surgeries, but Y/n always reassured Kylie that she was perfect and she could do whatever she wanted with her body.

The autonomy Y/n delivered to he gave her a false sense of self. She didn't encourage Kylie to truly fix her problems, instead she exploited them in such a precise way that it was hard for Kylie or the people in her circle to pick up on it.

When this bled into their sex life, it only felt like a natural progression for Kylie. She has learned so much about her since she has accepted her submissive role as Y/n's bitch. It was not an explicit exchange where Y/n outright gave her that title, but she absolutely was her slutty little bitch. She used to struggle when Y/n fucked her, but now her pussy opens up with ease just like any other slut's would.

Y/n was proud to have made her into the perfect doll. She was a bimbo through and through. Y/n had stripped her of her autonomy and power of her life, but Kylie lived every second of it. Y/n gave her everything she wanted and all Kylie had to do was look like the prettiest bitch on the planet and Y/n would fill her and make her cum multiple times. And in turn, Kylie was always ready to please Y/n too. She was Y/n's personal mouth slut, always obedient placing her plump lips on Y/n's wet dripping core if she asked her to do it.

She was even receptive to having her ass, which was once a spot she told Y/n not to go near, teased and toyed with. It would only be a matter of time before Y/n was filling that hole too and popping her perfect doll's anal cherry. Many people would kill to even put a finger in her, but Y/n was the only one with the privilege to play with this broken doll.

Then it was time to set rules. Y/n told her she need rules because she was "not the brightest girl" and that they would be easy for her "dumb pretty baby." And they were easy to follow along; always wear a skirt, no panties in the house, always wear a branding necklace,!-and be ready to get used or be of use at all times. Kylie was enthused by these new rules, happy that she could be her slutty self and that Y/n was encouraging all of it. The "no panties" rule made things both easier and harder for Y/n. Easy because it gave her free access to Kylie's sweet holes whenever she wanted, but it was hard having that as a distraction when she needed to do something important.

Kylie was shaping up to be the perfect doll, always following rules, wearing her revealing outsides just right, and always happy to make herself look more and more like Y/n's pet with whatever make-up and procedures Y/n said she needed. She was adapting so well, it made the two of them truly believe that this is Kylie's true purpose in life. She was meant to be a three-holes bimbo that kept them open at all times. And Y/n often revels in the fact that it was all just for her. It was hard for Y/n to not have her bend over and to fill her pussy. Or to force Kylie's face into her dripping pussy while her thick protruded proudly high in the air to give Y/n an extra show.

All Y/n had to do was grab one of their polished collars that branded Kylie as 'slut' and Kylie instantly fell obedient. It was a marvelous sight to see her on her hands and knees like a domesticated house pet, eyes wide with the desire to play and obey.

"Aww look at my needy girl," Y/n's eyes were glazed with lust as she watched Kylie mindlessly shaking her ass like a dog, "want me to fill you and stuff you with my cream?"

Kylie nodded, knowing that she wasn't allowed to speak unless Y/n told her to speak.

Y/n made Kylie straddled her and rode her big cock so she could see the perfect titties bouncing. She went up another size not too long ago, along with another round of filler. Y/n gave her body a break as to not ruin what she had paid for. But her slut had healed some weeks ago and it was time for her to put that new body to good use.

"My perfect pet," Y/n cooed. Kylie had deserved her praise. She followed all of her instructions and her girl was becoming the bimbo of both of their dreams. It was rare that Kylie acted up or needed to be punished because she truly knew her place and found so much joy in being a dumb whore.

Her arousal coated every inch of the thick cock invading her walls. She just wanted to feel that hot cream pumping inside of her. Y/n was lost in the sight of her rubber cock disappearing into that greedy twat as Kylie sank down on it. Moans accompanied her movement as cries of pleasure fell from those plump, pink lips.

"Is my good slut gonna cum?"

Kylie was so close to cumming, Y/n could tell by the stupid whorish look on her face. That full face of makeup was ruined, just like it should be on a slut like her.