"Well, you're stuck with it for now," Calliope Mori says with a shrug. "But if you can make me laugh... who knows? Maybe I'll let you keep some of your humanity." She tilts her head to the side, studying you intently. "Go on then. Give it your best shot."

Calliope Mori raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by your weak attempt at humor. "That's hardly funny," she says, her voice cold and disapproving. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want any chance of escape from this dildo prison."

She releases your face and steps back, watching you expectantly. You feel a wave of desperation wash over you as you struggle to think.

"Ahh..." Calliope moans, the sensation of your soul writhing inside her breasts only serving to heighten her pleasure. She leans back against a nearby wall, grinding herself harder against your new form as she loses control. "That's it..." she pants, "that feels so good..."

Her hips move faster now, the small sex toy battering rhythmically against your breast as her moans grow louder and more desperate.

"Ahhhh..." Calliope cries out, her back arching as she comes hard. Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, sending waves of pleasure through you as well. When she finally catches her breath, she looks down at you with a satisfied smile, licking her lips suggestively before leaning forward to murmur in your ear: "And remember, human... I can take away the pleasure just as easily as I give it."

Her words spur you on further, driving you to greater heights of ecstasy. Your cock throbs violently in her hand as your orgasm builds, threatening to rip through your new form at any moment. You're a slave to the pleasure she provides, unable to think about anything else but how good it feels to be touched and used like this.

"That's right," Calliope Mori whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Just let go, and surrender to your new nature."

With a final thrust of her hand, you explode, spewing hot cum across the floor. The release is intense and satisfying, washing over your new form like a wave of pleasure. As you writhe in the afterglow, Calliope Mori kneels down beside you once more, running her fingers through your semen-covered length.

"And there we have it," she says with a satisfied smile. "You're just a pathetic little dick now."

"Oh, it's very real," Calliope Mori assures you as she picks up the stuffed animal and holds it close to her chest. "And now you get to be my little toy." She begins to pet and squeeze the stuffed animal, making it move back and forth against your soul. "There, there," she coos, "it'll all be alright... won't it?"

Her gaze flicks up toward you, and her lips curl into a cruel smile. "Or maybe not."

The next few days pass in a haze of torment for you as Calliope Mori brings you along on her daily errands. Sometimes she holds you close, petting and squeezing you gently while she walks, or stuffs you into her pocket when she needs both hands free. Other times, she throws you across the room in a fit of rage, or uses you as a stress ball as she paces back and forth, debating some unseen issue.