Born his son, made his BabyDoll; 4

"You certainly get it in the hole well, Tiger, I must say." I held his star-struck gaze as my fingers explored his thigh under the table.

"I haven't, um, hit a drilled one in three or four months, oh God, much more." He blushed, crestfallen to admit he was a married incel. "She, um, doesn't want to... makes me feel, um, less than when I do."

"A real man like you deserves a wife attentive to your needs before hers. Perhaps you want to book another driving class same time next week." I changed the subject, fluttering my fingers on his cock, pressing against the crotch of his trouser. His eyes widened in delight as he looked around, but nobody was close.

"Fuck yes, um, perhaps a private lesson in my office." He let out a massive sigh. "We could have been caught... in fellatio."

"Some risks are worth taking." I giggled. "Sucking your gorgeous cock certainly is." I simpered, he looked round in shock, but nobody could overhear. I held his doting gaze as I squeezed his iron hard cock. "So masculine, and you taste divine, a powerful, potent vintage." I brushed his ego, clearly fragile from his cruelly, unreceptive wife.

"Do you, um, charge for your special lessons?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, Tiger, I am a whore, but my payment is cock and cum, not cash. Until next week." I stood, having seen my Fab Four ball approach the last green. I shimmied my butt for him as I walked away. In the private room Daddy had ordered some sandwiches and a jug of coffee to be ready. Just hand jobs, I muttered to myself as my pretend, but real, Daddy and three 'uncle' friends walked in. But thirty seconds after they locked the door behind them, and stepped out of their trousers and jocks, well, I had discarded all restraint restraint for my cock sucking soul.

All four stood in line, slacks, and jocks round their ankles, with their bare butts resting on the buffet bar. I had four varied, cocks, all pumped and pretty in their way, throbbing expectantly. Bob had won the morning round and his prize was to be sucked-off first, so I knelt before him, but gazed across at Dad. He looked down at his supplicant sissy slut of a Son, relishing pimping me out to his old buddies. Although they believed I was his flirty, dirty fiancée. This was all so thrillingly and deliciously twisted after my decades of denial, I nearly cum just thinking about it

Bob's cut cock was the shortest, only about four inches, but also the thickest, like a soda can at the base. It pointed straight up which always fascinated me, he giggled nervous. His testicles had retracted with his erection, and I had to probe his scrotum to feel his balls. He groaned as I teased him. A thick globule of precum oozed out of his urethra. My tongue flicked out to dab it up, to murmurs of anticipation from all four.

"You need a tissue." Bob felt back for a paper napkin on the table, I frowned, genuinely baffled. "For after, to spit into." He explained.

"I swallow." I smiled up at him as I opened wide.

"She always spit." He murmured sadly, Tim added his agreement.

"Mine never sucked me." Jim hadn't just lost that morning, he had lost out all his life, it seemed. "Said it was disgusting."

"Then you are in for a treat, buddy." Dad said as he put a consoling hand on his shoulder. "Trust me, my little bitch has been told to swallow or get punished." He added with a dirty chuckle. "Never a drop wasted." I nodded enthusiastically, I was his bitch to control and pimp out, after all. Then all attention turned back to me as I guided Bob's chunky knob through my lips and lapped his glans with my tongue. God, I needed to be emasculated so we could go public, and I could have this sweet, fat prick in my pussy, which contracted in powerful spans, craving cock.

"Oh fuck no..." Bob's sigh was a mix of bliss and disappointment as he fired a full load of dense, salty cum. God, he had cum before even I could. To make him ready to rouse anew, I nudged his legs wider apart.

"Happens to all of us, Bob. Sissy invariably gets me to go repeatedly. I promise, hang in there and let my saucy slut suck you to cum again." Dad said, to murmurs of understanding and anticipation from the other two. I felt a glow of pride and shuddered with delight at Dad boasted of my homoerotic cock sucking abilities. I pulled back and tilted my head so that Bob could see his cum in my mouth, as I played it on my tongue. He stared down in wonder as I slowly swallowed his effusive blessing. Gaping my mouth open, I tilted my head back, gaping I inhaled his cock in again.

"Fuck, but that's as hot as..." Bob was unable to find the superlative. "Wow, just wow." He sighed. 'Oh, oh, oh!" He gasped as with one hand I felt up and back between his legs. My fingers probed sand teased his anus, which clamped involuntarily. His was already firming up anew.

"My Sissy knows what you want better than any woman you know." Dad said.

"I don't know that many. And I can tell that already, fuck yes!" Bob declared. Then my other hand again fondled his tight ball sack, I felt his testes and I lightly squeezed. "Oh, oh, oh yes you are an Angel Sissy, oh God yes." His cock was stiff again, pulsing out the residue of his first cum into my mouth. This time, he wasn't on a hair trigger and could endure my tongue teasing around his corona and frenulum. He made to hump himself, instinctively needing to procreate into a wet and willing hole.

"Face fuck the horny whore, Bob." Dad said, then added. "Grab the bitches head and fuck her like the slut she is." He chuckled. "The horny little girly loves it." Dad's belittling commentary was so hot, horny and I loved it.

"Oh God, may I?" Bob glanced down at me for permission. "She wouldn't let me, made her gag." He explained.

"Buddy, if I say you can use my bitch, you can. My baby doll does what I tell her." Dad interjected.

"That's a fine woman you have there Master." Jim's voice was thick with jealousy. Bob nodded as he clamped my head in his powerful hands and began to copulate into my mouth with near manic intensity. He tickled the back of my throat but was nothing compared to my Master, how he made his wife gag was a mystery. As his breath raced I felt him tremble as his cock spat out another gush of cum. He slumped back onto the table, his cock slipping from my mouth, cum dribbling onto my chin. I swirled his seed onto my tongue, opened wide to make a show of then swallowing it all.

"Fuck it Master, that is a beautiful bitch you have there." Tim said as I shuffled on my knees in front of him. He cock was longer, slender and also uncut.

"That's a magnificent pair Tim, rich, ripe and ready to be drained." I looked up at him, as I cupped his bull balls.

"And wanting to fuck your sweet snatch, Sissy, when do we get the full works." Tim turned to Dad.

"Um..." He blustered. I grabbed a glass of water to clear my mouth.

"My... Master is my first, as he... boys, I have, um, vaginal stenosis. No proper opening or." I fluttered a hand around my groin. "It's blighted my life. I used to get bullied by other schoolgirls, hid away, never thought a man could love me. But my Master has saved me, and he has promised me surgery to make me more like the woman you see." I hurried to explain, tying Dad in to agree to pay for my emasculation. "I hate talking about my... inadequacy." I let out a fake sob, a pretty girl's tears made men weak, especially when she was knelt before their quivering cock.

"Yes, it's embarrassed Sissy, so I haven't told you." Dad agreed. "We are seeing a top surgeon. I am not sure what opening can be created... but it will give her the confidence to reveal herself." He glanced at me. "Fully."

"So you can't have sex?" Jim's queried was met by a raucous laugh from Dad and I.

"Sissy is a wonderful fuck. Boys, you know how I loved my wife, but to be honest, we never got it on as often and so amazingly as with my little baby doll."

"But how?" Jim was still confused.

"Jim, last few years you see my wife's cancer meant we couldn't, so we had to go anal as well." Bob explained, looking at Dad. "If that's what you meant." Dad nodded.

"Oh, oh my. Anal is good?" Jim sounded dubious.

"Better.." Dad and Bob both gushed, as one.

"It is?" Jim didn't believe it still. Bob nodded.

"After the kids, yes, just need some preparation and lube. We both wished we had tried it years before." And with that, it was settled why they had to wait. Did they suspect, but not say anything... I didn't know or care. I resumed my duties, giving head to the other three, saving the biggest and best until last. Dad made sure to put on a show, pounding himself like a monstrous bull before exploding into my mouth. I was elated at the variety of cock and the way Dad was today committed to my emasculation.

After a second round of blow jobs, there was a knock on the door. We were done for today, but everyone was impatient for next week. This cum-fest went on for a few weeks, with Tiger as starter to my uncle's as the main course. But they all craved more of me as a woman than was safe to reveal.

Dad had accepted I needed to feminise if he were to tomcat me with his buddies. It would be so much safer if I was emasculated, with no risk they might see I was his Son. Dad grew to embrace the idea with enthusiasm as he realised he could craft me into his isex-doll. He made it clear he would decide how my body would be remodelled to make me into his baby-doll ideal.

My fathers seed had, by chance, made me a boy, but his money could make me look like the woman of both our fantasies. I truly was his to be remade to order.

I had already grown my hair out, hoping to style rather than just use wigs. For unwanted body hair, I attended a cutting-edge clinic that, over time, permanently removed all but the mane on my head.

But most of all, I needed to get my cock and balls cut off. We consulted by video chat with Halima, the top of the tree surgeon who had done Mum's implants overseas. She would discuss with Dad what he craved. I deferred to my Master for all the decisions about my sissification.

"So may I ask, what are your goals for the changes? To look and feel better about yourself, Cecilia?" Halima suggested.

"Oh, forget that nonsense. It's to make my useless faggot of a Son into a sex doll daughter me and my buddies can enjoy. Let's be honest what this is all for." Dad interjected. She didn't look surprised. "Give her big some tits, a sweet cunt to admire rather than her useless cock, and a a very receptive pussy. Her ass is tight for Daddy's cock, isn't it Sissy." Dad nodded, giving me permission to speak.

"Yes, I want to be more receptive for my Master's cock." I admitted. Dad wasn't monstrously long, when I gripped his erection in both fists, just his glans peeked out. But he was thick, I guessed three inch diameter at the base, narrowing to two at the glans.

"And form her into my sweet baby doll arm candy to show off at the Golf and Tennis Club, to drive everyone jealous of what I have."

"Your honesty is very refreshing, Mr. Master." Halima said.

"Just call me Master, so my pretty little girl doesn't get confused." Dad gave me a glance, which made me blush with delight.

"Very nice, Master." She smiled. "But as my patient I must ask Cecilia, what do you want?" Dad shook his head at me as it wasn't my place to speak.

"She wants to be my fantasy fuck. I am paying you, so I give the orders. I have been thinking... well, things I wished to try before, fantasies of this or that." Dad explained as I nodded. "For many years I have craved a pretty daughter and hot wife. Now I get to make both out of my sissy Son."

"I see, I will need her to sign..." Halima was interrupted again.

"Yes, yes, she will confirm whatever I tell her to for enhancements. You know last occasion I wanted my wife to... be more whore, but she didn't choose to. Well, this turn, I pay, I choose and that's what my Sissy wants. All clear." Dad demanded.

"Absolutely." I concurred.

"I admire your daughter's devotion to her Master, that she wishes to be attentive and dutiful to you. It's very enticing, and I am more than a bit jealous of her, to be honest." She giggled.

Right from the start of their discussion, I was a disappointed he didn't want me to be fully emasculated, but stayed silent. Dad insisted I keep functioning testicles, at least for now. I knew he loved seeing me squirt. I orgasmed like a girl, as he put it, with no erection. It would be a terrific party trick, proof of his virility, to make me gush for his mates when he tomcatted me out.

So Halima suggested an alternative approach she had developed to meet the specific demands of her high rolling clients. She could give me a superficial vulva, with external labia and a residual penis stump as my clit. Hidden inside, still sensitive and functional, my balls. But it would have no sheath cut into me. My ass would be my only cunt. When Halima showed us pictures of her vulvoplasty work, I blew my load. It was impossible to tell those ladies had functioning testicles hidden in the lush folds of their beautifully crafted labia.

To emasculate me, she would cool my phallus until it shrank away, then cut the blood supply to and remove most erectile tissue, so I would have only a nub left for a tiny, twinkly wink clit. The foreskin would cover the dinky little crux and be sealed as it will strip my urethra out of my penis to exit under my new clitoris. All the spare skin of my cock would be repurposed, still connected to retain sensitivity, as inner labia.

She would then move my testis, still connected to their blood, tubes, and nerves. They would be hidden in the folds and swelling of my labia. God, it was so exciting to hear my near castration be described so matter-of-factly. The purse of my scrotum, still attached, would become my outer labia.

This would engineer an external vulva with a shallow vestibule created by the remodelling of my genitalia. Dad then announced he wanted me sterilised, so Halima added a vasectomy to the procedure. Fuck it, they agreed my sterilisation without either thinking to ask me. I loved the omnipotent way Dad ordered my neutering by this woman without consulting me.

I wasn't the only one excited talking about my emasculation. Dad flopped his magnificent cock out in a potent display, just out of camera view. He needed relief, and I knew how to do it.

"She is going to suck my cock for me. Do you want to have a break?" Dad asked as I knelt in front of him.

'I am OK to continue if you are, Master." She replied.

"Yes, I will just need to pause when I cum." With that, my Master signalled for me to give him a blow job. He continued to chat with her, apart from that brief break for his orgasms. I kept sucking, swallowing and brought him off twice as a thank-you.

Hearing them discuss me as an objectified piece of meat to cut up was such a thrill. Halima cautioned it was likely my testicles would be squeezed and stimulated as I walked. I so admired the way my Master waved that aside, I would just have to put up with it for his pleasure. The idea he made these life-changing decisions about my body, without thinking for a moment to consult me, was powerful proof of his dominion. Which excited me to an insane degree.

As Halima and Dad confirmed my sissification, I was cumming with excitement at the prospect of looking like a woman at last. My submission to my Master was absolute for this most intimate of procedures. It was all for my Master to decide how I should look, to be made his ideal babydoll, to entertain and pleasure him.

Halima didn't bat an eyelid or show any hesitation as she planned my mutilation with my Dad. She didn't once address me again, accepting Dad's right to make all the decisions for me. She offered a referral to a discrete marriage service over there, which would give us the paperwork we needed to pass as husband and wife to all but the most forensic enquiry. It would be good to have a cover so we would live openly as a couple, despite being Father and Daughter.

There was one more session with Halima to finalise the changes, but Dad and Halima agreed I didn't need to attend. As soon as we thought the call was over, I gave Dad a fantastic fuck. I was so excited to thank him for planning my feminisation. He threw me over the chair and impaled me on his mighty cock. Feeling like he was rending me in two, he used me like the sex doll we both wanted me to be.

It was fucking glorious to give myself over to be ravaged by my rutting stag of a Dad. Only when we finished, I noticed we were still streaming. Halima had seen it all. She held her finger to her lip, and we smiled at each other, girls sharing a saucy secret, as we ended the connection.

We had a few more Saturdays entertaining my 'uncles', my last few depilatory treatments to leave me free of body-hair, and then flew out, First Class. We would be away for at least eight weeks to allow for most of the healing, aided by the world-class, no expense spared facilities.

Dad and Halima had one final consult in-person to plan the changes before I would be feminised. Halima was prettily petite and enchanting in person. It wasn't her looks so much as her whole demeanour that was captivating. She reminded me of what I had seen in Becky when I fell for her as an expat over there. The person irresistibly attracted you most of all. That she was a woman was secondary.

Dad kept fully me sedated After the surgery for several days, to speed the healing. Then, I was groggy and out of it for a few more days. When I was properly awake, the nurse emphasised I was not to talk, or even try to, as she fussed around me, clearing my pee and poop bags.

My body slowly regained sensation, as the affect of the meds reduced. Dad allowed me to be aware longer. Afternoons were long sessions of advanced healing remedies, many fancy machines doing this and that. Sensitivity returned. First, I felt anal distension, which I hadn't been expecting, but I knew Dad always found me tight. Then I wondered if the protection and padding over my new bust wasn't excessive. Underneath all that, my nipples tingled. Gradually, the scant nub of shrivelled penis had unexpected sensitivity under the wrapping. Lastly, my urethra had some discomfort. It was so strange feeling that now separate from what little remained of my cock.

Dad had ordered some surprises for my feminisation into his babydoll. Not that he should consider my wishes or pleasure. That was as it should be for a daughter devoted to her Master. My body was for his pleasure, so of course he could craft me into whatever he desired.

"It all went well. You were in great shape Cecilia, fit and healthy, which always helps." Halima started her debrief.

"Like her Mum, she could do with losing a bit more weight." Dad interjected.

"Mm, you might think that." Halima sounded dubious. I had already got back to the shape of my early twenties. "I have made you into what your Master ordered." She smiled a little guiltily. "I need to explain your new body so you understand how your life has changed, forever. I hope you don't mind..."