Mara felt his throat relax and open up wide when the dildo was removed. It was habitual now that evenever there was nothing in his mouth, that his throat would widen as much as possible to allow him to swallow the large quantity of stale oatmeal and cum that got fed to him up to three times a day. It was his only source of food besides cum, and he hated the taste. Cum tasted so much better than the oatmeal. If he could just live off of the cum alone, it would have been preferable to the stale old oatmeal.
It has been at least 2 weeks now. Or rather, that was what he thinks it should be. Mara had lost almost all track of time by now as the room he was kept in didn't have a single window and the light never was turned off. So he just assumed Dayan "played" with him at least once a day. In reality, 3 and a half weeks had passed. Dayan just didn't enter the room every few days.
Mara was just so bored and stiff. His tits hurt his shoulders, his asshole now bothered him whenever it wasn't stuffed with something, his mouth craved to suck on anything it could fit inside of it, and even his cock, which only recently had begun to get used, now begged to be penetrated and/or plugged up as the cool air stung the inside when it was left empty.
Another major change happened when Mara realized that he now naturally associated himself with that name. He no longer really cared though. Whether Mark or Mara, it didn't change that after 2 weeks, not a single person seemed to come trying to rescue him. Or if they did, they never got to see inside of this room. And even if they did, all they would find is himself. A gorgeous female doll in a very cute and slutty outfit, striking another sexy pose. They would never find Mark, no matter how hard they looked. Because Mark was no longer here. He had gone away and had left Mara behind to suffer through all of this all by herself.
'Like, when was the last time Mara could like, feel her toes?' wondered Mara as she thought in the third person. 'Well, Mara's shoes are super cute either way, so like, who even cares? Mara's feet should just like, turn into these totally sexy heels anyways. Then maybe Mistress dayan will play with her some more. Or maybe Master's cock would fuck Mara even more in her pussy? Ohhhh Mara hopes so. Mara's pussy is so empty without like, a huge cock inside.' She continued to think.
Mara was the current primary half of the now mentally split Mark. Mara was the girl in the mirror. She was a horny, ditzy, blonde bimbo, cum loving, doll and she just wanted to be used by literally anyone. She needed contact, and was scared of being forgotten about. So she would do her upmost best effort to prolong any use she got by any means. Whether that meant sucking down on the nice and juicy cock so that it couldn't pull out of her throat as easily, or clenching her asshole to tighten its opening to the smallest she could manage.
It was 2 days ago that her teeth had somehow vanished overnight and her mouth's inside structure was made to be much more cylindrical in shape. Of course she didn't mind as it made sucking dick a whole lot easier now that she didn't have to be mindful of her teeth. She also could make her mouth a way tighter fit too, which Mr. Cock, as she refered to it as, seemed to quite enjoy. Her mouth was so soft and puffy inside that it was like she had another pussy. It felt very good too. As of late she has noticed a lack of stale oatmeal, much to her excitement. Mara had been poked by something sharp a few times. Something had been changed inside of her that made her able to live off of a pure cum diet, or at least that is how she believed it to be.
In reality, her body was being pumped full of chemicals through her asshole that inhibited her memory as well as caused her to become very susceptible to hypnotism. And while she was actively drinking down cum through her mouth, her ass hadn't had a real dick inside of it in several months. The prosthetic cock they used was just acting as a carrier of a special nutrient packed paste which supplemented the rest of her diet.