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Doja Cat, on her way down the red carpet for tonight's award show, was stopped by a few Journalist in order to get some photos. Little did she know, however, this would be a massive, and her last, mistake while animated. Between all the clicks and Camera flashes, a green beam of light came from the crowed and struck her. Everybody knew, it was another Orgasm Blaster attack, a commercially avaliable weapon that automatically can neutralize any target by making them uncontrollably horny, and has been known to ruin many celebrities careers over the last few months. She tried to scream, but it turned into loud moaning, and her panties automatically wet. She began to fondle her tits, and her hand almost robotically began to finger. She began to blush, and her lips curled as she tried to speak through the forced pleasure. "Nooouhhh, stop looking! Uhhhh, huhhh, please!" It was no use, not only did the photographers not stop, they increased. Then, as if this couldn't get worse for her, a second blast, and a big boom of cold steam. When the cloud cleared, there stood Doja, her skin coated in a firm rock, smooth, with every little detail perfectly captured. Her face full of pleasure, as well as her gripping her breast, was immortalized forever, and boy, the press loved it. The last anyone saw of her stone form was her being wheeled away on a dolly, her pants still dripping onto the floor. Some say they left her by the dumpsters out back, others say they brought her to the after party to be turned into a fountain or be used as a perfect little glory toy, all that we know for sure is this must be a very unforgettable night for her.

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Doja Cat, on her way down the red carpet for tonight's award show, was stopped by a few Journalist in order to get some photos. Little did she know, however, this would be a massive, and her last, mistake while animated. Between all the clicks and Camera flashes, a green beam of light came from the crowed and struck her. Everybody knew, it was another Orgasm Blaster attack, a commercially avaliable weapon that automatically can neutralize any target by making them uncontrollably horny, and has been known to ruin many celebrities careers over the last few months. She tried to scream, but it turned into loud moaning, and her panties automatically wet. She began to fondle her tits, and her hand almost robotically began to finger. She began to blush, and her lips curled as she tried to speak through the forced pleasure. "Nooouhhh, stop looking! Uhhhh, huhhh, please!" It was no use, not only did the photographers not stop, they increased. Then, as if this couldn't get worse for her, a second blast, and a big boom of cold steam. When the cloud cleared, there stood Doja, her skin coated in a firm rock, smooth, with every little detail perfectly captured. Her face full of pleasure, as well as her gripping her breast, was immortalized forever, and boy, the press loved it. The last anyone saw of her stone form was her being wheeled away on a dolly, her pants still dripping onto the floor. Some say they left her by the dumpsters out back, others say they brought her to the after party to be turned into a fountain or be used as a perfect little glory toy, all that we know for sure is this must be a very unforgettable night for her.