[Doll TF, Identity Death]

"Uh, Mistress? Y'lookin' a bit down. What's the matter?"

"I thought I told you not to speak to me unless I specifically asked for your help, Imp."

"Yeah, I know, I know. But y'see, I've been workin' for ya for a good lil' while now, and you look like you've been in a rut."

"A rut? Me, the great Doll Sorceress? In a rut? Are you out of your mind, Imp? Because if that's the case, I'd love to make sure that your mind gets screwed right back in, so you won't start questioning my behavior ever again."

"N-No, that's not it, Mistress! I just wanted to see if I could get to the bottom of your problem! Honest!"

A deep and frustrated sigh left the Doll Sorceress' dark lips. Because as much as she would hate to admit it, the lowly imp that dared speak to her without a prompt was indeed correct. She was beyond bored. She was in a rut, and it all came down to one simple problem.

As a Drow that had grown to become rather powerful thanks to her expertise in crafting potions and hollowing out the weakened victims that served as her guinea pigs, she had seen it all. Warriors that were at their peak. Wizards that had nothing but knowledge bleeding from their bodies. Rogues that wanted to steal hearts. If you could think of an adventurer, she had probably seen them and turned them into one of her dolls. But because she had seen them all, none of them were even close to being as impressive anymore. She didn't need three warriors, she didn't need seven wizards, and she most definitely... needed about five dozen more rogues because somehow they were all hot ladies and the way that they barely wore any actual clothes while sneaking around really served to turn her on.

"Very well." The Doll Sorceress stood up as she looked down at the meager imp that barely reached up to her knee. "If you were to suggest a solution, then I'd love to hear one. Just this once, I will give you the chance to prove that you weren't just planning on wasting my time. And if you fail to prove it, then I will be forced to invalidate your entire existence." She said, all while carefully strutting towards the doors that led into her workshop.

The imp, who couldn't help himself from staring right at his Mistress' rather fat set of asscheeks, carefully rubbed his elongated fingers up against the outline of his skull. What could he possibly suggest for a woman that had seen it all? As far as he could tell, she had no true material desires. All she wanted was for her collection to grow. And craftsmanship of the highest caliber wouldn't even come close. She would have to acquire something that was a lot more impressive than what she already had. But what could he suggest? Surely she couldn't just convert another guinea pig into a doll, even though most of his former pals had been turned into dolls when he showed that he was a lot more effective than they were...

Well, whenever he didn't know what to do, he had one solution that typically really worked. And that was just oogling his Mistress. Because goodness, she was beyond sexy. Sure, she didn't show off her body quite often enough because she needed her robe to keep her skin safe from the sunlight, but the curvature still managed to poke on through. Hips that couldn't lie, a set of tits that were just begging to be fondled... Ah, just thinking about it was getting his blood pumping.

And underneath that robe was a proverbial treasure trove of wonders. Tight garters that dug into her thighs, a corset that pressed her body in and made her breasts appear that much more impressive, and a set of boots that were just begging to be used. Combine all of that with the necklace that she wore, the eye that allowed her to gaze in and manipulate the minds of her otherwise empty puppets... Oh, ohhh...

With his body trembling as the imp had a rather immodest climax, he shook his head and put all of the thinking power that he had inside. What could she possibly want. No, there was nobody that was as sexy as her in all of the land, so she definitely didn't need a doll that was on par with her because it was a sheer impossibility. A rival, perhaps? Yes, yes! That's what she wanted, definitely!

"Mistress, how about you eliminate one of the Sorceresses that have been trying to lay siege to this home of yours? You know, the ones with all the other minions that try to use them as chairs and artillery!" The imp cried out as he hurried after her, right into the workshop where she was keeping all of the different dolls. Dolls that he had honestly gotten really tired of looking at, but if he said that out loud then she was going to make short work of his remaining life.

The Doll Sorceress looked at her imp and gently tapped her chin. "You might actually be onto something, Imp." She said, before sighing as she flicked her finger up against one of the other dolls at her side. A doll that looked disturbingly close to her, just with paler skin and a big empty grin on her face. "Unfortunately, I've already dealt with them. There's been peace and quiet ever since I dismantled their offense and turned their kind into more of my dolls. And I can't even work up the will to use them for mockery, because they just keep on smiling back at me. Like they ultimately succeeded despite failing beyond any measure."

"Well maybe y'shouldn'tve made 'em grin all the time-" The imp said, only to just barely dodge out of the way of one of the many flasks that she had attached to her belt. "S-Sorry, Mistress. Out of line, I know. Please don't waste those things, you keep whining about how long it takes to alchemize a proper potion."

The Doll Sorceress pinched the bridge of her nose. Her minion was right. But she still didn't tolerate outbursts that implied she had failed. No, she had always succeeded. She had succeeded in turning her teacher into a doll. She had succeeded in turning a cabal of witches into her dolls, which was why she currently had this lovely little abode. Anybody that dared challenge her was made into a doll for her amusement. So why couldn't she find a way to use them for that fun..?

"Well, uhm..." The imp tried to push his luck, as a thought came to mind. Maybe she just needed the biggest and baddest kind of doll in her collection, so she could set up a diorama of her favorite scenarios? She had only captured a dragonkin that one time, and she was hardly the kind of doll that could seem imposing for these sorts of diorama. "Maybe you need a new crown jewel in your collection, Mistress? Somebody that you can like, point to and be sure that yer satisfied with?" He paused, before his eyes lit up. "Y'know, like that Priestess that came by to hound you time and time again. By the way, she brought newly brewed ale with her last time she came by, maybe-"

"I've also converted her." The dissatisfied Doll Sorceress said, motioning to a blonde doll that hardly looked like a priestess and more like a fat-tittied waitress holding a set of jugs. As well as having a set of jugs sitting beside her, each looking to be filled with all sorts of alcohol that would satisfy an entire tavern. "But you're onto something, Imp. You think I need a new jewel in my collection?"

He nodded rapidly, prompting her to laugh as she approached a larger looking female doll in the very back of her workshop. One that was positioned in such a way that she could use her as a throne. "Indeed. This crude Goddess that had once gifted me the recipe for my potion... She's seen better days. Perhaps another of her kind would serve as a good start. But I do not know how to acquire a Goddess, much less anybody on par with their divinity... So I have to aim a little lower, to ensure that you will be able to bring me what I need."

"I see. I see. Then I know, then I definitely know!" The Doll Sorceress laughed as she started spinning, her heart beating rapidly and powerfully for the first time in a long while. Her passion and her flair for the dramatic had been awoken once more. "Imp! I know who you must acquire! You must bring me a very special girl, a girl that is wholly unique!"

The imp nodded rapidly, before pausing. "Uh... What's so unique about her, Mistress?" He asked, just to be on the safe side. He really didn't know who she was talking about, because as far as he could tell all of the different dolls that she had made were unique in their own way, despite how they were all filed under the same sort of banner.

"Yes, yes, I forgot that you have a simple mind and cannot fathom what it means to seek out the most unique individual. So listen closely, my little Imp! Listen and understand exactly what I want!" When she got excited like this, she couldn't help herself and immediately started to use all sorts of flowery language and big words because she thought it made her seem more important. And if there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was being treated as just another individual.

As she finished spinning, she brought her fingers onto the imp's chin with a soft smile. "Bring me the most beautiful, the most adored, the fairest and wisest maiden in this entire land. Then, and only then, will I have the crown jewel of my collection. You understand now, don't you?"

He nodded rapidly to make sure that he had understood, even if he was still a little lost. But that was good enough for her, as she turned around and walked towards her throne doll. "The quicker you bring me what I desire, Imp, the more handsomely you will be rewarded! Now, bring me a glass of wine, I need a drink to celebrate my rejuvenated sense of self!"

The Doll Sorceress gave a command, and her imp had to follow. Now, while the Maiden was probably a bit difficult to suss out, he could definitely bring her a drink. He knew exactly what kind of wines that she preferred, and how she liked them mixed. And since this was a special occasion, then...

Hold on. A thought crossed his rather tiny mind. Hadn't she previously called herself the Fairest and Wisest Maiden? Sure, she hadn't called herself beautiful or adored, and she definitely wasn't actually adored, but wasn't that good enough for her? Perhaps...

Regardless, he picked up a few of the glass shards that still had a bit of that potion coated onto them, and then quickly departed. To mix everything up, and make her a wonderful drink that she would never forget. And just to be on the safe side, and to make sure that he was a good minion that gave her exactly what she wanted, he dumped those shards straight into the concoction...

He shielded his eyes as the tip of the glass that he was mixing it all inside quickly exploded. Not physically, but rather the contents erupted upward and very nearly shattered the rim of the glass. Very well, he had to be more careful with what he was pouring together, but it definitely had enough kick to ensure that she would be satisfied. And if not, then she'd at least be drunk enough to stop lashing out at him...

With the wine in hand, the imp went straight back to her workshop... And quickly hid behind one of the dolls to avoid being spotted, because his Mistress seemed a little preoccupied.

"Haaahh... Why'd you have to go and lose that badly to me, Goddess..?" The Doll Sorceress sighed, all while grinding her crotch against her favorite doll's knee. Cupping the doll's cheeks and slowly rubbing them as she continued to grind and grind like her life depended on it.

This definitely showed that she was back to normal. Whenever she wasn't in a funk, she was more than happy to play with every single one of her dolls. Getting beyond excited and exiling him to ensure that he wouldn't watch her when she was at her most intimate...

So he had to get the drink to her before she noticed that he was there. Otherwise she'd kill him. Not just turn him into a doll, outright kill him. Thankfully, when she was distracted he could just quietly land on the ground and hurry towards the doll, and then...

"Who's there?" The Doll Sorceress snapped free from her bout of passion, though she couldn't see anybody. Though it wasn't exactly easy to see anybody while her face was as red as it could be. Nor while she was drunk on her own pleasures. "Hm. Must be the back of my mind. Or it might be your voice, trying to convince me to turn you back..." She giggled, all while reaching towards the glass of wine that she hadn't really noticed or paid much mind to.

She took a sip, actually downing the entire thing, before just tossing the glass aside and pinning her lips right up against the Goddess'. She didn't try to pour any of it into the doll's mouth, but she did act like she was about to. Instead, she just swallowed all of those delicious droplets herself, allowing the sweet flavor to overwhelm her. Allowing that aroma to conquer her, as her eyes slowly closed and she felt it all wash over... her..?

The Doll Sorceress blinked a few times. Hold on. This sensation inside her. This sensation of something being drained. She was familiar with it. But it shouldn't be possible for her to experience it. She had just consumed a pint of alcohol. Not... a bit of her... Oh, oh no. No no no. This wasn't allowed to happen!

"There's no way!" She cried out as she tried to pull herself away from the Goddess that she had been masturbating on. But at this point, her body didn't want to listen to her commands. No matter how hard she tried to tug herself away, no matter how hard she tried to get away from the first doll that she had ever made, she just couldn't budge. It was like she had... she...

What had she done, exactly? She understood that there was a gaping hole quickly growing inside her, and that she had done something to make it grow, but what exactly had she done? That knowledge had already found its way out of her, leaving her with a bunch of quiet noise inside her head.

She just sat there. With her lower lips pinned against that knee. With her eyes refusing to move. All while her body lost a lot of its luster. Her skin grew pale and lifeless, all while her robe was forced to fall off her shoulders as they grew narrower with the stiffness...

At the same time, exposing her to her minion once more. Who just couldn't help but smile a little. She hadn't really blown a fuse, and she seemed to be coming along nicely. Just as he thought she would! Granted, he wasn't sure why she would want to become a doll, maybe it was some overt kind of suicide? Nah, he didn't need to think about that too much. She was definitely not that type of lady. Maybe she just wanted to experience what it would be like to be a doll?

Still, he watched. He watched and watched as she continued to stiffen and grow more and more lifeless. All while he remained at a safe distance. What could she be thinking about? What could be running through her mind as she became more and more of a doll..?

What indeed? Because as far as she was concerned, her current state of mind did not exist any longer. The only thing that remained was an empty void. Not even her identity remained, there was nothing more than a simple doll. No more Doll Sorceress, just another piece for the collection.

Just like she had converted all of these wonderful girls into parts of her collection, she had become part of it. Not that she ever considered herself anything that wasn't a part of it. As far as she was concerned, she had always been a part of this collection. That was the fate that she had brought upon herself. The fate of a piece of this endless collection.

She was a Doll. So was the Doll in front of her. As well as the Dolls that were lined up like Knights, as were the dolls that looked like they were supposed to be something else. Witches, Waitresses, even Goddesses. They were all empty dolls. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The Imp smiled as he came closer to the doll, his smile only widening with glee and delight as he saw the expression on her face. It was a dull and featureless expression, as expected of a doll. But that just meant that he had done what he thought he should. Make her into a doll, the new jewel of her collection.

"Alright, Mistress. I guess I'll have to wait for my reward until you decide you want to turn back." The imp said as he turned right around, satisfied with everything, and headed out of the workshop while he closed the door behind him. As far as he was concerned, he had done what she asked. Which meant that he could go relax and forget about things until he got another order. An order that would never come, for a very simple reason.

The Doll Sorceress would be no more. There would only be a doll, who would not be disturbed until somebody stumbled upon this workshop once more.