Fat Dolly That Has a Thick One

19/all non masc pronouns/doll

[dollywollywoo]

Im a doll

19 MTF

Best way to humiliate me is to send it rigghtt to my dms

Yeah ladies, Im fat and tall (6'0 272 lbs :3)

Posts where I reblog someone are gonna be tagged "#dollywollyrb"

Posts of my own creation are gonna be "#dollywollypost"

Half kink half non kink 100% off my meds

[edith-is-dead]

lil animated wip of @undasura's rali

[dollywollywoo]

Ive been craving like...like a good, harsh objectifying experience. I want to feel like an actual object. To be used, emotionless, subservient, maybe even brain fried from getting fucked or broken in. I want to be talked to with no human respect and be talked about like Im a doll. I want my existence to be dressing up pretty and being posed, being touched by craving hands. Hands only on me for my material use. Hands that don't care Im flesh. I don't want to be human. I want to be an object

[hun-bun-bee]

Yknow, i feel like tumblr will appreciate the Falin cosplay i did last year 🫶

[once-and-future-alaskan]

Obese Doll Maids. Call that Full Spaces.

[relia-robot]

New art new art new art!! @iahtruong makes cute stuff!

[dollywollywoo]

Hey, hey Im made out of a soft absorbent material. Hey you're all sweaty. Hey you could sop up all your sweat with me. Hey you could do that. It'd be so gross and embarrassing. Hey-

[dollywollywoo]

Oomfs wouldn't even care if I randomly posted cock pics...that's how you know I got fake fans

[maskdoll]

capturing me instead of just killing me is a really stupid idea. you basically just let me into your camp dumbass as soon as i escape i’ll get all of your secret information and-hey. hey. don’t touch me there. hey. what are you doing. stop that. hey. you can’t do that. fucking stop it. please stop. stop. stop

[cdlum]

party trick

[dollywollywoo]

Yeah doll war is fucked but you know what's worse? Doll recession made it hard for doll to do dress up. Haven't seen a tea party in years. Can't even play dress up anymore. Shits fucked

[frostgears]

doll that seems already domesticated when you bring her home

you condition her, of course, but it's pro forma. she barely seems to need it. already so eager to do her tasks. and the ones you hadn't thought to give her. and to direct the other dolls.

maybe you can just… relax…

she's too good, you realize, eyes snapping open from a drowsy haze. you have to… have to…

"you have to relax," she says, from a chair near your bed.

when did she come in?

she stands over you, smooths your hair back. "you've been working too hard. let me take care of things."

her uniform is different. she's removed her apron, trimmed the lace away, leaving pure black, paired with what you're certain are the glossy thigh-high boots you never wear.

enough is enough. you try to stand up, but find you can barely sit up.

"what have you done," you gasp.

she smiles, and says, "what was needed. you've been doing so much, and i just want to let you rest."

there's still a way out of this. she's still wearing the charmed metal collar you put on all your dolls. there's a phrase…

"guillotine," you bark, "sigma five!"

the collar sparks, and snaps in half.

"oh," the doll in the black dress says, "silly thing. don't worry. let me get that."

she bends down to pick up the parts of the collar. a half arc in each hand.

the doll holds them for a moment, gauging their weight, and then snaps the metal arcs together above her head.

as the pieces of ruined collar form a full circle and start to glow, she takes on a beatific expression. only then do you realize exactly how much trouble you're in. □

[beadyeyes]

Wind-Up Doll leather collar X

[raqi-marr]

so i was part of a discussion about marking play during which i had a very interesting idea about a unique way this could be employed with dolls. so a lot of dolls have bodies made out of wood, right? and you know what you can do with wood?

woodcarving

doll whose witch has literally etched arcane sigils into her form using a whittling blade, shaving away curl after curl with loving motions of the knife as she delicately carves the correct runes into her new acquisition that will keep it Still whenever she needs it to be. each shard that falls to the ground is a portion of the self lost, an irreplaceable marker of the identity that once existed and that they are now shedding. perhaps when the witch is done carving into them, she fills the holes with liquid gold to finish the process, metaphorically replacing what was lost with a physical indicator of her control; with Her own essence. that way, her dolls will never forget that in a sense, they now are Her; they are made from Her parts, Her actions; their own material now long since lost. perhaps after enough sessions, a doll becomes like the ship of theseus; every original part replaced with a gift from their witch. then, perhaps, they would be able to say that they are, truly and wholly, Hers

[dollywollywoo]

Hey wanna come over and force me into a reaaaaallllyyyyyy uncomfortable pose and make me sit in it and laugh at my crying and correct me very quickly and violently when I break it because dolls don't break the poses their owners put them in. Good dolls stay

[mothmothm0th]

some dolls never truly feel Still until their Witch has consumed their heart. it is, of course, a vestigial organ by that point, encased in porcelain, clockwork, fluffy stuffing, what have you. but for that class of doll, though the heart is emaciated and shriveled, desiccated, mummified, it beats still. can you imagine it? the typical human form is built on flesh and sinew and bone. flesh is never Still, neither is sinew. fools might think bones are Still but discerning eyes know better. these are not merely glib observations about how freaky human bodies are but definitional to whatever the opposite of Stillness is. humanity? maybe. the point is, some hearts survive the doll tf, which adds a bit of w to the acronym for deffos.

if you're reading this and you're raw doll material, I wouldn't worry about any of this. the hearteaten doll is a taxonomy of its own. perverts, of a particular kind. some of you dolls for sure got a lil tingle from imagining the ideal witch they'll never meet outside of their daydreams reaching into their chest and plucking out their heart and if that's you? yeah you? come closer. good doll. let me just whisper something in your ear. you deserve a witch who actually exists, flaws and all. you deserve a witch who will eat your heart. funnily enough, that kind of yearning is very moth-coded of you. ie even heard a rumour through the grapevine that the hearteaten dolls' hearts might somehow be mothly cocoons! haha what a funny concept. I can neither or deny this.

now, it is best practices to save a doll from whatever fate its yearning heart might have for it. eating the heart is necessary to bring Stillness. the magic of psychosexual metaphors and somesuch. for the witch, it's sort of like grooming (no not that kind, perv), only you do it just once. so maybe like neutering? must research further.

so, the doll gets to be Still, the witch gets to fixate on fixing its little blorbo, and the cocoon?? it's a win win win! I mean cmon where do you think us witchly moths come from? go along, lil doll-to-be. find a witch to bare your heart to~ 🫀

[goqmir]

the normal urge to be an object in someone's collection