You don't know how long you've been like this.  The constant buzzing of vibrators at your groin, rubber cockflesh pistoning in and out of your mouth, ass stretched on a thick bulb of silicone that shivers as if in excitement every time you shift your hips.  You don't know how long it's been, and frankly, you don't really care anymore. You've long since given yourself over to the constant pleasure, wave after wave of orgasm rocking you to your core. Your mind is nothing but sex, now, just a constant burble of lust and need, eager for the next vibration, desperate for the next insertion. You hardly noticed when the rubber begin to spread from your mouth and ass, coating your skin, replacing it. Too lost in a dreamy haze of climax after climax to care as it formed seams at your joints, flesh and bone dissolving into lifelike silicone. You may have noticed a little when your groin and rear were replaced with puffier, rounder, softer versions of themselves, previous equipment replaced by blushing rubber rings only vaguely resembling a pussy and anus. The weight of the new wobbling silicone breasts on your ribcage was welcome, pert thick nipples feeling every breeze. And you really didn't mind when the dildo pistoning between your lips found its way more easily into the slick, self-lubricating tube that used to be your throat, via the rubber ring that used to be your lips, matching the two below. You wondered a little at the smoothing of your face into an ageless silicone mask, eyes fixed with long false lashes, eyelids half-lowered in a sultry, blank gaze. It sort of tickled when your hair, synthetic fiber, flowed out into a thick blonde bimbo coiffure, and the stiffening of your joints, now hard to bend despite their neat edges, was a little inconvenient.  But you really couldn't bring yourself to care much about any of it, beyond the fact that you knew it made you more alluring, more likely to get fucked, to get used. And that's all you want, now.  Sex, sex, and more sex. To be tossed on a bed or table or floor and fucked silly, filled with spunk til your sleeve-like holes are overflowing, and still wanting more, always more. You have a vague notion, in the back of your sex-crazed mind, that you were a person once, but that seems so pointless now. Getting fucked is all there is, and you wouldn't want more. You don't need a name, a mind, a single thought beyond FUCK ME. The perfect sex doll, processed and packaged, ready to go.