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Two months had passed since Izuku had transformed his former employee, Mei Hatsume, into the pink gelatin-compound onahole she now was. It was magical. Everything was perfect. The gelatin-compound had definitely been the right choice of material. Due to a very, very mild added 0.2% of sulfuric acid to the recipe of the gelatin-compound he used, every time he came in Mei's mouth, ass, pussy, or just on her, the cum would "digest" in the onahole, melting down into the compound so that no sticky residue remained from the last time he fucked her. Every time felt like a new clean fuck. Still, there was a slight visible difference. Due to the amount of melted cum that Mei had absorbed, her bright pink colour had whitened just a little.
Izuku made note of this. He might need to up the percentage of acid in the compound so that the cum melted completely. He wanted to build long standing permanent fucktoys, and so he needed stuff that would last for years without change. It's a good thing that his Mei prototype was just the beginning. He would never sell his personal collection of prototypes, but he would take what he learned after fucking them and implement it to the other, less important onaholes he sold.
"Aren't I glad that I have you to test out all these kinks on?" Izuku asked his Mei onahole. Naturally, she couldn't respond, but Izuku knew that she could understand him somehow. Deep within the gelatin compound, he knew that her soul had survived, and was now permanently trapped in his fuck toy.
Looking out his office window to see his glorious machine working wonders on the gelatin compound, sliding cute onaholes of various colours out through the bottom, onto another conveyer belt he recently installed so they didn't slide onto the floor now. This new conveyer sent them to the basement warehouse, where other employees and machines were packaging them for sale after a quick re-polish. All employees were also allowed to take one for themselves every now and again, as part of their payment. Everything ran like clockwork.
Speaking of clocks, Izuku turned to look at the time. His shift at this factory was nearly up. He liked to pop into his various factories every now and then to make sure everything was working, but he didn't have a permanent office in any of them. His true office was downtown in the company headquarters. Still, he had a couple minutes, and he was kinda horny. Turning to his Mei onahole, he smiled. "What do you say, gorgeous~? One last quick fuck before we leave for HQ?"
Obviously, there was no response. Izuku took that as a yes.
"Very good." he said with a gleam in his eye.
While not quite as fancy as his luxurious hotel suite, Izuku's offices usually had a spare mattress in it. He said they were there so he could sleep overnight if he heeded to, but the reality was rather obvious; he used them for quick fuck sessions. Currently, Izuku was using this as an opportunity to fuck his favourite human-turned-onahole. Mei's tits jiggled as Izuku thrusted his dick into her gelatin vagina. Since the onahole would mold around its current user's dick, and mold back once the dick was removed, Mei was still tight as fuck despite the months of use.
"Oh, fuck..." Izuku moaned. "Oh, Mei~"
Holding Mei by her ass, gripping her cheeks firmly, he continued to thrust forward, loving this sensation. It never got old. He could fuck Mei's tight pussy again and again, and never get sick of her feeling. He moved one of his hands up to grope her tits. Everything about her body was perfect. The piece de resistance of it all was that she was still alive. Helpless and unable to do anything, she could still feel everything Izuku was doing to her. The fact that Izuku turned her into nothing but a sex toy, unable to do anything but go along with it always turned him on.
Mei seemed like a bright young lady with a lot of potential, but all she was now was this onahole for Izuku to fuck.
Maybe she was ok with this new form, maybe she hated it. Izuku didn't care. This was all she was now. All she would ever be. Izuku held this thought dear as he continued to fuck her rubbery vagina, plunging his dick into her soul as he fucked her transformed gelatin-compound body. With great glee, he shot his load into her, cumming in her pussy and letting the onahole soak it all up. Had Mei been alive and human, she'd have gotten pregnant, just like all the other times he fucked her onahole. But it was a little late for that now.
Wiping his dick on her tits to get any excess cum off, Izuku admired the jiggly onahole of Mei. Once all the cum had been absorbed into her body and the digestion began, he grabbed her and picked her up, stuffing her into a luggage bag so he could take her with him without arousing suspicion.
"See you soon, baby~!" Izuku teased as he zipped up the bag.
Back at his office, Izuku made sure to keep the windows shut and the door locked, as he finished off another round with Mei on his desk. This time he came down her throat, and watched it vanish down into her stomach. As he cleaned up and hid Mei away in a desk drawer, he saw that his secretary was calling him. Still naked from the waist down, Izuku answered the phone. "What is it, Momo? I'm kind of busy right now."
"Sorry, sir." Momo was one of Izuku's former classmates that he graduated with, who came from a rich family. Since Izuku's family business made him wealthy as well, the two had been close friends for a while. When Hisashi died and Izuku became CEO, Momo's family helped invest enough money to keep Izuku afloat until he got the hang of things. Now, she worked for him, and was one of the few people that knew what Izuku actually did to Mei. "But there's something I think you should see. Did you get the email I sent you?"
"Who the fuck reads emails anymore?" Izuku asked. "Just tell me what it is that's going on!"
Momo sighed. "Fine, I'll just explain it to you." She hung up, and a second later Izuku heard a knock on his office door. Getting up from his desk, he walked over to the door and opened it. Momo instantly blushed at the sight.
"Could you at least out some pants on?" she hissed as she quickly entered the room and closed the door behind her. As Izuku locked it, he shook his head.
"Nope. Pants annoy me." he shrugged. "What's up?"
Momo tried to compose herself, trying not to stare at her friend/boss's big dick. "The email I sent you is an article about the NPSC. They are looking into a missing woman by the name of Mei Hatsume."
"About time they did." Izuku scoffed. "Geez, it's been two months! Was Mei such a loner that it took people two months to report it in?"
"Sir, please take this seriously!" Momo stressed. "If they find out the last job she had was working under you, it will be only a matter of time before investigations start on this company!"
"Momo, baby, relax." Izuku rolled his eyes. "I hired her off a shady no questions asked website. There's no record of her working for me, and..." Izuku walked over to his desk to pull out his Mei onahole. "There is no body for them to find!"
Momo blushed again. "You seem to be making good use of her, at least." Momo sighed. "Fine, I get it, I'm being overdramatic. But still, promise me that if you turn another human into an onahole, you'll be a little more careful!"
"Fine, fine, I promise." Izuku sighed. "Wow, you're so demanding. I thought I was supposed to be the boss here."
"Well, one of us needs to have the maturity for this company." Momo joked.
"Yeah, yeah." Izuku said. "Hey, is there anyone you want me to onahole? Pick someone."
"What?" Momo looked scandalized. "I'm not picking someone for you to essentially kill!"
"Momo, baby, we both know that these toys are alive and sentient." Izuku teased, getting up close to Momo making her blush. "And don't even try to convince me for one second that you don't love the idea of being the executioner, the judge. The one who condemns a poor innocent soul to the fate of being ruined, mocked, and turned into a sex toy for the rest of their life. Your inner sadist wants to pick someone, so go ahead. Say a name. Pick someone."
Momo was blushing furiously at this point, as Izuku was basically whispering in her ear, convincing her to sentence someone to a rubbery, sex-filled fate. "I... I shouldn't-"
"Pick. Someone." Izuku said, a command.
Momo was sweating, red in the face and biting her lip. He was right. She wanted so badly to say a name, but she also knew what that would mean; what she'd be sentencing the person to by speaking. She was okay with being a bystander while Izuku did his perverted thing, but picking someone herself was completely different. Still, soon her sadistic side drowned out her moral compass, and she couldn't stop herself from revealing her true thoughts.
"F-fuyumi Todoroki." she managed to get out, nearly moaning as she said it. "She's a friend of mine, and a sister to your friend, Shouto. She's unbelievably hot, and she stole an internship position from me. Turn her into one of your sex toys!"
Izuku smiled. "See, was that so hard? I'll put her on the list."
"L-list?" Momo snapped out of her trance. "Wait, h-how many people do you intend to turn into onaholes?"
"However many I want." Izuku said with a smile of malice, a smile that made even Momo shiver. He turned around to face his secretary, still naked from the waist down. "It's time to have some fun, baby~"