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Jason couldn’t move when he woke up.
His vocal cord was numb, and his muscles were all in hibernation. He forced out a jerky, choked, wheezing cry through his trachea, eyeballs searching around frantically.
“I’m so happy you’re awake,” Dick said delightfully from his left. “Welcome to your new life as a sex toy!”
Dick wasn’t in his uniform. He had on a surgeon’s sterile green gown, a cap, a surgical mask pulled down to his chin, and rubber gloves. Jason couldn’t detect his alpha scent through the procedural blockers all surgeons and doctors wore. Dick stood up. Solemn, calm, all emotions that filled Jason with warranted trepidation.
“Do you know how long you’ve been asleep?” Of course, Jason couldn’t answer that, so Dick said, “Three days. That’s how long it took for the incisions and stitches to heal after all the improvements I did on you. Thank God for Kryptonian technology! Now it’s time to test you out…”
Jason wanted to demand that Dick tell him what the fuck he’d done to him, but all that came out was more choked, disconnected noises. He wanted to spit in Dick’s face.
He couldn’t do that, not only because of his paralyzed state, but because his mouth was stuffed full. The gag’s collapsed dilator ring was a flat insert jammed between Jason’s teeth, connected to a padded tube crammed to the back of his throat, soft enough to mold to his esophagus whenever he breathed or swallowed.
Jason was lying naked on a gynecology chair, his upper body strapped down, legs bent, locked into twin knee brackets, spread to reveal his moist slit and clit. The room was filled with the scent of slick and omega pheromones.
Since Dick must have injected Jason with a general anesthetic, the restraints shouldn’t really matter. Jason could still move his eyeballs, blink, and stare dagger at his captor, but anything beyond that was out of his control.
Dick was standing over him now.
“I loved you as a little brother, Jay.” Dick’s voice was deceptively gentle. “But now I want to love you as my doll. It’s improper for an omega to have any agencies. Your place is here, as my toy, so I can cherish you.”
Realization hit Jason like an icy bucket of water. Jason no longer wanted to punch Dick in the face now. Now, Jason just wanted to scuttle away like a scared animal.
Dick pulled the swivel chair forward, rolling it between the leg brackets. He sat in it, his chest level with Jason’s pussy.
“You already look like a great blowup doll, Jay. But let’s test how well the modifications work.”
With that, Dick took a pair of blunt forceps from a tray resting beside the gynecology chair. He moved closer.
It was considered an honor for an omega to be made into a doll. To become the most desired object, stored, used, and kept in a state of unending arousal. But Jason had never planned to become a doll when he’d returned as an omega, running away from Bruce and hiding his designation to escape that fate.
For those unfortunate ones who couldn’t run like Jason, an appointment was usually scheduled. Then, only through thorough examination and surgery dates could the omega be modified into a toy. Dick had skipped all that and performed the modifications himself.
Jason’s pussy felt weird, as if there was something that didn’t belong inside there. The same thing was happening with his asshole. But he couldn’t sit up to check on them. He tried to squeeze a word out of his anesthetized, invaded throat. All that came out was muffled wheezing.
Dick poked Jason’s pussy with the forceps, spreading Jason’s labia to peek at the modification he’d made.
As the metal clunked on something… hard inside, Jason’s heart skipped a beat. Past his inner lips was… another metal dilator ring. Collapsed, just like the gag in his mouth. His asshole also had one.
“You’re getting this at a much older age than most omegas,” Dick said, taking out his phone. “Let’s see if it works.”
He pulled up an app and did a few setting changes.
Stop… Stop! Jason strained as much as he could when the first ring started to distend.
The metal dilator was lodged at the entrance of his pussy, fused with his flesh through surgery. The stitches had already been removed, but the insertion points still felt a bit raw. Jason heaved, his pulse pounding, but he couldn’t move to stop Dick, couldn’t even tremble. He had to lie there and take whatever was being done to him, and right now that meant having his pussy stretched open for Dick’s voyeuristic pleasure.
As the ring distended to its fullest circumference, excruciating pain rippled through Jason’s system. His cunt was held open to the size of Dick’s fist, giving any prying eye a full view of his insides.
“Wonderful,” Dick said in awe. “Gosh, little wing—I really wish you could see how slutty you look right now!”
The pain caused Jason to sob, and he struggled to catch his breath. He didn’t want to appear vulnerable, but he couldn’t help it. It just hurt so much… even as his treacherous pussy started to moisten.
“Don’t give me those eyes, Jay… I can tell you’re aroused.”
Dick ran his rubber-gloved finger along the edge of Jason’s pussy. Jason was so wet that his slick had drowned the dilation ring.
Dick tapped his phone again, and the same thing happened to Jason’s ass. The dilator there expanded, forced him to open until the pucker must have turned smooth-rimmed, making the entrance a gaping hole.
Jason moaned, straining against the straps. He would’ve writhed if he could. His bladder felt weak, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d emptied it. It felt swollen in his lower abdomen, painfully pressed by the expansion of his passages.
“Almost done,” Dick said, and Jason’s heart was in his mouth.
Fuck you! He wanted to say. He’d thought this was the last of the modifications, but Jason now saw how naïve he’d been.
Dick tapped something else on the app.
Jason whimpered and wheezed as soreness flared up from inside his belly.
He lost control and emptied his bladder then—releasing hot, rushing piss, wetting himself and the chair. He could hear the pee dripping onto the floor—first a splash, then a string of single droplets.
The pain was debilitating. It was shredding him apart, and it was deep inside him. It… came from his womb.
Please… Oh please please please oh fuck please not that…
“Look at how you’ve just soiled yourself! Yet, look at how nice and open you are for me…”
Fuck you fuck no this hurts so much I’m gonna die ah fuck I’m so wet I think I can come right here and now dammit fuck—
The third dilator was fused with Jason’s cervix. Dick had made the ring enlarge, impelling the sphincter to open when it was not meant to.
The torture halted when the cervical dilator expanded to its full size. Jason sat there in agony, expanding his chest rapidly as he took in lungfuls of air. Tears wetted his face.
Dick was mesmerized by Jason’s pussy.
“You can’t possibly guess how debauched you look right now… like you’re begging to be fucked and degraded. I can see into your uterus. No obstructions, no gates… I can just… reach inside you…”
With those words, Dick reached between Jason’s legs and into the gaping hole that had been his pussy. To Jason’s horror, Dick’s hand easily disappeared to the wrist. Then Jason was feeling the hand inside him, going through the tunnel, reaching further into his passage, barely touching the walls.
Dick’s fist hit the far reach of Jason’s womb. The impact was so raw, Jason convulsed. Tears came to his eyes. He’d never been violated this deeply before—Dick was almost elbow-deep inside him—the feeling was both devastating and strange.
Jason was horrified by what Dick had turned him into. He was truly a toy now, displayed and ready for use.
“Good Lord, you’ll carry nicely, won’t you?” Dick took in a gasp of air, barely hiding his own arousal. “I can’t wait to put a pup in here… You’ll be the perfect incubator…”
Dick pulled his arm away. The room was filled with an omega’s fragrant scent, but Dick didn’t smell like anything—his alpha musk was hidden by the powerful suppressors he’d used.
The way Dick moved reminded Jason of butchers when they handled carcasses, or salespeople presenting their goods to potential buyers. Dick was checking Jason out. He touched him, groped him—his tits, his waist, his legs, his feet.
Jason’s clit grew to three times the size when Dick stroked it with his rubber glove. The sensation was so strong that Jason came after only being touched for a few seconds.
Jason’s body strained as he was seized by a powerful wave of spasms. His pussy clenched uselessly within whatever limits their ringed confines allowed. Jason cried as he was forced into a violent orgasm; he would’ve bitten his tongue if it weren’t for the tube in his throat.
“Oh… I forgot to tell you. You’ll be a lot more sensitive from now on. I’ve injected your nipples and clit with enhancement hormones, so that you’ll always crave—” Dick took Jason’s nipples and twisted, just a bit, and wrung another orgasm out of him—“being touched.”
He was showing Jason the modifications he’d made, how much he’d violated him while he’d been comatose. He wanted Jason to know that things would never be the same again. This is how it’s going to be from now on, and I’ll be his fucktoy, Jason thought.
Jason’s eyes flashed white. He could hardly hear or think or see. He was so overwhelmed with unwanted pleasure that he was no longer himself. Just a doll. Dick Grayson’s personal fuckdoll.
Dick squeezed Jason’s boobs, and it wasn’t until now did Jason realize how… big they’d gotten. They were soft, like how omega tits usually were when lactating, but now they also resembled a milk cow’s teats, and the nipples were elongated and puffy. A horrifying realization came to Jason as he wondered if it was part of Dick’s plan to use him as a milk dispenser on top of a blowup doll.
His brother continued to pluck at his nipples, and they swelled as Jason kept coming unabashedly. He convulsed twice, thrice… the nipples doubled in size as his boobs grew even bigger. He came nonstop, rocked by a series of orgasms, as his body couldn’t stay still in the chair. Slick flowed from his pussy like a river, falling and pooling beneath his hips and onto the floor, making squeaky noises every time he jerked upon the cushion.
After Dick had checked him out like a product, he stood up from the chair.
He got out of the surgeon’s gown and palmed his cock over his pants. He unzipped and fished it out. Jason’s eyes flew down to that dark shaft at full mast, ready to take him. He let out an involuntary sob.
“Shh, little brother,”—Dick kissed Jason on the cheek then—“you’ll get plenty of love and attention as my doll. I always take good care of my toys.”
The tip of Dick’s cock was wet, too. Jason couldn’t move to see, but he wondered if the base had already swelled up with his knot. He sobbed in relief when he felt the shaft enter him, finally filling that empty hole. If he wasn’t under anesthesia, Jason would’ve rocked his hips against Dick, too overtaken with lust to care about dignity or anger.
And Dick filled his hole perfectly—his cock sliding through that smooth passage held open by the dilators, filling up spaces meant for something as big as his fist. Jason’s sobs turned into a moan, and he came again before Dick even had time to reach his cervix. His body spasmed as Dick plunged himself inside with one sharp motion, his cock bypassing the second dilator into Jason’s womb.
Sparks of pain blinded Jason; the heat of pleasure wracked his body.
Dick pulled back and drove in again, fucking Jason.
The leg brackets of the chair squeaked. Dick’s breathing was light for such an extensive workout. He unstrapped Jason’s legs and changed his position, hauling a leg over his shoulder. He could go so much deeper this way, and when Dick drove forward, his cock slammed past the cervix and hit the farthest reaches of Jason’s womb.
Tears came to Jason’s eyes, and he hissed despite his transfixed state. It hurt; hurt so much the way Dick was using him, keeping him nice and open and paralyzed, only as passive holes to fuck. He had no agency and stayed wherever Dick flipped him over or posed him, making it easier for him to be fucked.
Look at what I’ve turned into, Jason thought. I’m a useless fuckdoll. An inanimate object. A sex toy.
Dick changed Jason’s position, posed him, manhandled him, bent his limbs like a puppet. As he picked up his beat, he freed up one hand to take his phone. He changed some settings in the app. Jason almost cried with relief when the cushioned rings that rimmed his cunt and cervix started shrinking, squeezing tightly around Dick’s cock.
Dick moaned.
“Damn… That’s so good, Jay…”
Jason was miserable, with his hole being modified to Dick’s whim. Shaped to satisfy Dick’s pleasure.
It was time to test the dilator gag. Dick used the same app to make the collapsed ring dilate, just so he could see Jason’s mouth held open like a blowup doll.
The tube jammed inside Jason’s esophagus was cushioned, making the entrance a tight fit for anything Dick might want to put inside. The result was an opening that must have made his mouth look like a pussy—and possibly felt like one, too.
Dick changed the settings to collapse the ring gag again. Then he made it dilate. Collapse; dilate. He became fascinated with playing with Jason’s mouth hole.
“I can’t wait to fuck your face-pussy next time,” Dick huffed. “I bet it feels just like your real pussy.”
He slammed Jason forward, and as Jason hiccuped from the deepest assault on his womb, Dick tested other functions on his app.
A thin stream of milk squirted out from Jason’s enlarged left nipple like a jet. Dick caught it with his mouth. His thumb was connected to the phone—before long, Jason’s other nipple also squirted milk. Jason felt the same humiliation as having wet himself earlier.
There were buttons in the app that controlled Jason’s milk, how much he produced, and how much was allowed to come out—as Dick pointed out.
“Subdermal implants for your glandular tissues. Pretty tricky, but I’m glad to see that I’ve pulled it off.”
For the rest of the test session, Dick toyed with the controls.
He fucked Jason’s pussy; fucked Jason’s cunt. He made the dilators distend or contract; made them squeeze around different parts of his cock. He tested the buttons that controlled milk production, and saw to it that he could control exactly how much milk would come out, practicing catching it with his mouth. He teased the modified clit and nipples and watched them balloon. Then he stabbed them with needles, injected aphrodisiacs into them.
Every time he did that, Jason came. His juice had formed into a sea of slick liquid, his hips convulsing.
As Dick’s knot formed, Jason shuddered and came around it. He’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d had, but still, coming while being held open by a knot felt different.
The knot was difficult to thrust inside once it had swelled up. Dick had to force it through Jason’s pussy dilator, and when he was inside, he had little room to thrust.
Still, Dick kept up the motion with shorter plunges. He was very close.
Then Dick moaned and came directly into Jason’s womb. He locked the cervical dilator around the crown of his cock as he kept coming inside. Nothing could ensure a pregnancy as easily as this, and the thought of having to carry a pup in this state filled Jason with dread.
“Who knew you could make such a great fuckdoll, little wing?” Dick said when his aftershock had settled and his knot had firmly locked in place. “I think I’ll keep you. You can sit on my sofa or bed in lingerie when I’m not at home. I’ll fuck you whenever I feel like it until I get you pregnant.”
Then, after his knot had come down, Dick immediately plugged up his cum with a vibrator dildo. He shoved the entire dildo inside Jason’s pussy, having to push the tip past the gaping cervix for it to fit.
He did the same thing to Jason’s ass, using a vibrating butt plug.
Jason wondered if Bruce knew about this, if he’d known where Jason had gone when he had disappeared.
Then he gave up on that thought because even if Bruce did, there was no way he would have helped Jason. Bruce would be proud of Dick for finally putting Jason in his place.
It was Jason’s fate to become an omega fuckdoll. He should probably feel lucky that his guardians decided to keep him, instead of selling him as a product to the highest bidder.
After having stuffed Jason’s holes, Dick tapped the phone app again to seal Jason’s pussy and asshole openings with the dilators, locking the toys inside. Even the cervical ring shrunk below the head of the dildo, keeping it in place.
His new doll stuffed up and sealed, Dick was content with his work.
Jason’s face was wet when Dick carried him back into his room, put him in pink lingerie, and tossed him on the bed. He let Dick manipulate his limbs like a toy.
The vibrators were snuggly shut up in Jason’s pussy and ass. When Dick tapped his phone, they buzzed.
Jason squealed through the gag. His body shook as synapses fired, unwanted pleasure coursing through him. It was agony to be immobile and stimulated like this, and he was already leaking more of his juice on Dick’s bed. He didn’t want this; didn’t want to come anymore.
But he had no choice, and before long he came again. He was overly sensitive because of his aphrodisiac injections, and his nipples and clit were both huge and swollen.
Then he came again.
And again.
He cried silent tears as his brother kissed him. Dick then left him by himself to be tormented by the vibrators alone in his room, where he contemplated his new life as a sex toy.