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(Okay, so, after many weeks in development, trying different approaches,
my first sex doll TF was done. I'd even say my first inanimate TF. I really hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any idea about how I can improve it, feel free to let me know!)
Hard and Stiff
“Unfortunately, sir, I’m afraid we can’t help you with that. Yes, fuck you too sir, have a nice evening,” Chloe calmly said on the phone, getting up as soon as she heard the alarm buzzing, telling everyone that their shifts were over. Less than a meter away from her desk, Guillermo turned off his computer. “That’s not like you, being so rude with our precious clients,” he cheerfully spoke, able to notice the concerned look in his friend’s face. “You know stuff at home has been tiresome… Sorry, I’m not in the mood to deal with that kind of jerk, alright?,” Chloe spoke, grabbing her purse. “We are paid to deal with jerks, honey, this is what customer service is all about,” he mocked, following her to the elevator. Chloe was never exactly tall, but with her back slightly arched and her presence so “weak”, she looked like a child in comparison to her coworker.
“It’s Caleb again, isn’t it?,” Guillermo’s voice sounded serious, as he took the first step out of the elevator. It took Chloe some minutes to move, as if the question got her frozen. “You are stopping the traffic, gorgeous,” he pulled her out, bringing her legs back to life. “No one told me that living together would be this difficult...” The woman mumbled, her face blushing at her friend’s smirk. “It’s fine, sweetie. Trust me, men can be difficult when they want to. What is it, does he forget to wash his own dishes? I met more men like that than I’d like, and, in my experien-,” but before Guillermo could finish, Chloe interrupted him. “Caleb won’t get an erection with me.”
Guillermo was stunned for a second, not knowing what to say. “Oh, that sucks,” was all that came out of his mouth. He and Chloe knew each other for quite the time, but they weren’t exactly best friends. Of course, he knew how in love she and Caleb were some months ago (who in the office didn’t know? They were all invited to the fanciest marriage most of them ever saw), but she was never so open about her private life, at least not with him. However, he shouldn’t be that surprised by seeing her acting out of her usual demeanor: one of the basis of their friendship was how both of them could usually talk without a break for hours. But recently, she has been quiet, grumpy and insecure. And Guillermo felt a strong sympathy now that he knew exactly what was going on.
“I don’t know why this is happening,” she started sobbing, the wall of glass finally broken as Chloe spoke for the first time in weeks about what was worrying her. “He is sweet, supportive and attentive, I love him, and I think he loves me back, God knows how many times we professed our love, and we used to do it before but now… I mean, it was all good before the wedding, but since our honeymoon...” The words stormed out of her mouth, stopped by a deep breath, as if Chloe was trying to regain her composure. “...nothing,” Chloe whispered. By her side, out of nowhere, a laugh could be heard coming from Guillermo. “What’s so funny?,” she asked, blushing even more.
“What do you think? You, silly! Crying over a man like that,” he explained, still half laughing, hugging her by her shoulder. “You know, in my experience, I met two guys with the same problem. All flirty, capable of wonders in most occasions, but when out of their comfort zones… Voosh, their virility vanished,” he explained, dramatically waving his hand in the air. “But I know just what to do in order to solve this. Make him feel at home,” Guillermo suggested, overtaken by the confidence that Chloe seemed to have on him. “Not only girls like romantic surprises, you know? Mix the sexy and the lovely and conquer your man’s heart and cock, sweetie,” he said, stopping by the train station.
“On your way home, try to find a boutique, buy some flowers maybe. It’ll help,” Guillermo shouted, walking down the stairs with a smirk, dramatically getting out of Chloe’s sight without saying goodbye. She felt sick. Walking home slowly, she reflected upon everything Guillermo said. Maybe he was right, after all: everything was so rushed after the wedding that even she felt nauseous occasionally. She stopped in the middle of her walk. ‘Guillermo is right,’ she thought, looking at her hands. When was the last time she surprised Caleb? A bubble bath, a shaving session and buying some flowers wouldn’t hurt; turning on his favorite music, waiting for him to get back from work in the bathtub. ‘Mix the sexy and the lovely and conquer your man’s heart and cock, sweetie,’ Guillermo’s voice echoed in Chloe’s head.
Suddenly, she felt lighter: there was light at the end of the tunnel, after all. “A boutique and some flowers,” she whispered to herself. But where would she find a boutique? Chloe was never into this kind of stuff, so she never really noticed a store like that close to her house. ‘I never even had to buy a perfume, damn it,’ she thought, decided to make that day the one on which Caleb would fuck her. Lost in her thoughts, she walked without paying attention to the path ahead of her, taking every step automatically. Still, how exactly she missed her street and ended up in that alley was still a mystery for her. Actually, she didn’t even recognize any of those buildings, most of which didn’t seem like places in which humans could live. And yet, one of them, with its pink neon sign, got her attention: “Ophelia’s Wishes”.
Perfumes,
lotions and shampoos filled its showcase, all of them illuminated by an almost
ominous magenta light. Thanking the universe for leading her there, Chloe
walked in with a smile crossing her face from ear to ear. Inside, more lotions
and perfumes, their bottles in all shapes and sizes. “Good
afternoon, darling,” a whispered, yet soft voice asked from behind
Chloe, causing her to yell and almost drop a bottle. “Oh,
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, my darling,” the owner of the
voice, a chubby and delicate old woman said, her face red in embarrassment. ‘How can she move
without making any sound?,’ Chloe thought to herself.
“Ah, no, I must have been distracted by the products. I’m Chloe, I’m just uh… Trying to decide what to buy,” she mumbled, her mind still trying to find the lotions amidst the dozens of pink flasks. “And how may I help you with it, darling? What do you truly wish to buy?,” the old lady asked, her undertone echoing on the walls of the store. “Well, recently I have been having problems with my husband’s libido…” Chloe said, the words coming out of her mouth as if she couldn’t control herself. She quickly blushed ashamed. “I-I-I’m sorry, I d-don’t know why I said that to you,” Chloe profused, covering her mouth with her hands.
“No
worries, my darling, the more you tell me, the more I can help you… I know a
lot about this issue you describe and I’m sure we can find something to help
you. But tell me, why were you brought to a boutique to solve such a problem,
my darling?,” the
old woman asked, her rhythmic voice reverbing inside of Chloe’s head. “Well, a friend of mine suggested I could make Caleb a
nice surprise. I was thinking of flowers, getting a warm bubble bath, shaving
my entire body and waiting for him, warm and smooth~” She said, getting
carried on by her words once more, feeling a tingly sensation inside her. “Ah, a sexy, smooth skin, ready to be loved and carried for…
Something that can bring back your husband’s virility… Yes, darling, I think I
have just the right thing for you.”
From the shelf behind Chloe, the woman grabbed an hourglass-shaped bottle. Just like the other ones, it was bright pink, with the words “Love Doll Lotion” written on it. “This one is exactly what you need, my darling. Just pour the entire bottle on a full bathtub and feel the bubbles give you softness like you never felt before~,” the old woman explained, opening the flask just enough so Chloe could feel its scent… It was sweet and feminine, carrying some sort of slightly plastic trace. Still, it was marvelous. “This sounds awesome, but… I doubt I could afford something this fancy,” the brunette said, taking a step back and raising her hands slightly. “Oh no, my darling, I just scared you earlier. And also, I can’t help but sympathize with you after listening to your problems… Please, this first item is a courtesy. Consider it a gift from Ophelia, my darling~”
***
Under usual circumstances, Chloe would have never accepted a gift like that, nor would she tell a stranger about her bed problems. But those weren’t usual circumstances: her worry with her issues got to the point that she barely remembered how she got out of the alley and found her way home. Yet, there she was, looking at her own bathtub filled with water, holding the bottle in her hand. At this point, the rose scent was filling the entire house; her room, illuminated by red and pink led lights; and on the radio, a playlist with her and Caleb’s favorite tracks. All was perfect and there was still half an hour until Caleb’s arrival from work. On their dinner table, a single message awaited him, written in pink paper: “Meet me in the bathroom ♥”.
Without further consideration, she poured the entire lotion in the water. It spreaded fastly, turning the water pink in a matter of seconds. Although the solution should be mostly composed by water, the pink tone it acquired was not any different from the tone of the lotion itself. Suddenly, the bubbles started to form and pop in it and the entire bathroom was overtaken by that sweet and plastic scent, almost an aphrodisiac by itself.
Letting go of her clothes, Chloe tested the water’s temperature with her toe. It felt warm and, somehow, slightly soft, as if there was no water at all, only the potion. Soon, her entire foot was inside of it and she could feel the bubbles rising from the bathtub’s bottom, delicately tickling her skin. Her body was soon completely submerged, from her toes to her head, as she laid inside the fluid. Unable to open her eyes in the soaky solution, she just rested there for some seconds, feeling her hair getting soaked. As if massaged by the bubbles, her muscles were relaxing and, soon, even her thoughts felt calmer.
“Gah! I needed this,” Chloe told herself as her
head emerged from the liquid. She cleaned her eyes, staring to the ceiling. ‘That’s it. This is
my ace card. If this won’t get an erection out of Caleb, I don’t know what
will,’ the brunette thought, watching bubbles rise and pop. She
still felt them rushing from the bathtub’s bottom and wondered how that thing
was able to produce so much of them. Not only that, but the bubbles felt
considerably thick, rarely popping
when touching her skin. What kind of substance was that? Decided to find out
during her bath, Chloe reached out to the empty bottle by the bathtub’s side,
but finding herself unable to grab it.
For a
fraction of second she kept trying, only to feel blood rushing to her face as
she found out her fingers weren’t answering to her commands. Her hand felt
stiff, unable to open its fingers and grab it. In fact, she couldn’t even
clench them: her hand was completely frozen. She soon brought it back and, upon
closer inspection, realized her hand appeared to be half open, her fingers
sticking together, its muscles carrying an uncanny relaxed appearance. “Shit,” she mumbled, cursing herself for listening
to that old lady’s suggestions, using her other hand to push herself out of the
poisoned water.
However, it was to no use: just like her right hand, her left one was completely unresponsive, so that her attempt to get up only resulted in it slipping on the bathtub’s surface. All around her, pink bubbles kept popping, the solution as warm as when she got in. “Help,” she screamed, her heart rushing in panic, as she tried to push her body up with her feet, but to no use: without her hands’ support the surface was too slippery for Chloe to get up. Now, though, a new wave of fear rushed through her body, as she took a better look at her frozen right hand: on it, no sign of a single hair could be seen, it’s surface perfectly smooth; not the slightest mark or scar or imperfection, giving it a soft, slightly artificial appearance. Not even her nails seemed to be left untouched as, in shock, she noticed they looked much longer, covered in bright pink polish.
The most disturbing part, though, came as she realized that her hand’s color wasn’t quite the same as the rest of her body. And looking closer, she was certain it didn’t even look like the same material. Touching it with her tongue, she was met with a soft, almost plastic surface. ‘No, not plastic,’ she thought to herself, ‘silicone!’. She was, somehow, hallucinating about it, right? It was not possible that her hand turned into silicone. Though it did feel a lot lighter, as if no bones were to be found inside of it. Speechless, she realized that the transformation was spreading through her arm, slowly, removing every single trace of imperfection from it, together with her ability to move it.
“Help,” she screamed once more, ignoring the fact that most probably none of her neighbors had already arrived from work. For seconds, she kept shouting for aid, watching in disbelief as both her arms were turned into silicone, covered by some sort of artificial skin. Equally strange was the fact that they weren’t freezing in the exact position in which they were when the transformation started, but rather moving on their own after turning into silicone, getting stuck in bizarre ways. Not only her hands were positioned half open, but her arms were slightly contracted, pointing up, perpendicular to her spine and apart from each other, as if she was asking to be hugged.
But until the transformation reached her torso, she didn’t realize what was really going on. Not until her shoulders and breasts were touched, the former relaxing as the later were pushed forward. Her spine was adapting her posture from inside out, making her chest look bigger; but to her surprise, as her breasts’ surface was slowly turned into the same fake skin material, she realized its mass wasn’t just being replaced by silicone; no, it wasn’t just her posture, her breasts were in fact expanding! Soon, the noises of the stretched skin could be heard, as her chest’s surface adapted to the growing mass, as even her nipples were turned into the artificial surface.
In horror, she realized she could see her nipples when looking down, for her breasts weren’t just changing in size, they were changing in format, acquiring an unnatural round shape that made them look fake. Disturbed, she watched her nipples flattening slightly, its brown colored skin smoothing and merging with the artificial surface. And at that moment, as she stared at her gargantuan G-sized tits, she couldn’t help but think of a sex doll. And her screams got more intense as she realized what she was turning into: was it a hallucination or not, she was turning into a love doll right in front of her eyes.
Her screams of help, though, soon got slightly muffled: the transformation was finally reaching her face, and, in no time, she felt her lips tingling, as they expanded just like her breasts did before. Not only was it getting harder to speak with a mouth designed clearly for lewd purposes, but additionally she felt it getting stiff, opening against her will. “Gwelp! Gomeone, gwe- Gha! Gh,” she tried screaming, as her mouth suddenly locked in an O-shape. With her head still transforming, she was able to keep looking down, staring at the opposite side of the bathtub as her knees raised slightly from the pink lotion, the transformation reaching her ass.
She was pushed upwards violently, making gurgle sounds in her attempt to be rescued. Under the water, her ass filled like a balloon, all its flesh and muscles replaced by soft silicone. She could feel its round surface against the bottom of the bathtub and wasn’t surprised to feel more and more bubbles massaging it. If there was still flesh in her cheeks, she would have blushed at the feeling of her own anus opening up cartoonishly, its silicone, tubular inner filling with the warm water as it spreaded open, ready to be filled.
But then, all her attention was directed to another part of her body: since her ass had been affected, there was no surprise when her genital started to tingle; neither was there even time for a contraction, as her vagina soon spreaded open, it’s surface turning artificial and its inners being replaced by the same sort of tubular silicone that was now inside her ass. As it filled with water, a shock went through her body and a moan escaped her permanently opened mouth. Surprisingly, her fake genital could still give her pleasure and now, permanently open, some lost bubbles seemed to find their way inside of it.
And then finally her head was pulled back, as her neck finished changing. Stuck looking at the ceiling, all she could do was gurgle as her legs spreaded open and rose from the water, making a clear path for anyone to penetrate her. As her vision suddenly turned slightly pink, she knew her eyes had been affected and, gurgling, she watched the pinkish roof as her body completely became that of a fuck doll. In no time, her throat was finally done for, so that even gurgling got harder, its inner finally turning into a tight tubular silicone channel.
How much time all those changes took to happen was a mystery for Chloe; all she knew, though, was that she had been stuck staring at the ceiling for some minutes when the door clicked outside of the bathroom. At this point, the bubbles had finally stopped rising and when she tried to scream for help once more, all that came out was a little bit of the water that now filled her mouth. “Chloe, are you there?,” shouted Caleb, the sound of his backpack being tossed aside warning her that he most probably had found the note. “Oh babe, I’m liking this already~,” he said from the hallway, his steps getting closer to the bathroom. ‘He is gonna find me! Yes, Cal, I’m here,’ she thought.
With her eyes stuck looking at the ceiling, she couldn’t see the exact moment in which he got inside of the bathroom. “Oh, Chloe...” He whispered, slowly stepping on the wet floor. ‘Yes, it is me, Chloe! Get me out of here babe, we can sort this all out together,’ her thoughts rushed through her head, her immobile body almost trembling in excitement to see her savior. “Now, that’s what I call a gift,” he said, standing up by the bathtub and looking at her face. He was… Smiling? “Damn, this looks so realistic! It must have been expensive,” he shouted, as if talking to someone in another room. ‘What? Who are you talking to? Caleb, it’s me, Chloe,’ she tried to speak, once again feeling a little bit of water coming out of her mouth.
“Chloe, are you there?,” he yelled, arching his back to grab the sex doll. It was absurd how easily he could raise her. “Well, I think it’s just us then, cute stuff,” he said, inspecting her face from up close. With a finger, he cleaned the excessive water from her eyes. “Is this custom made? It looks a lot like a slutty version of Chloe,” he talked to himself, unable to perceive his girlfriends thoughts of despair. No matter how hard Chloe tried, no movement could be made, so that she soon found herself being carried by Caleb to their room.
He placed her on their bed, her body precariously sitting in her permanent lewd position. “You wait right there,” he joked, walking to the other side of the room as he unzipped his pants. And for the first time, as he moved away, Chloe was able to see herself completely in the mirror in front of her. Caleb wasn’t lying when he said she looked like a slutty version of herself: her legs were spreaded open, with thick thighs that she never had before, perfectly round; in between them, her pussy laid comically open, slightly round, sensitive to the breeze caused by the air conditioner; behind it, her butt cheeks could be partially seem, and they were far from their previous delicate figure: they now rested round, fat, begging to be pounded by anyone behind her.
Her waist was thin, which made her already bizarrely large breasts look even bigger in comparison, her nipples wide and artificial on top of them (she couldn’t, however, say that her chest didn’t look soft); although everything looked pinkish through her new eyes, she knew that her new slutty nails were polished in magenta, matching colors with her new lip stick, that gave color to her O-shaped mouth; and her face made it even worse: with her brows slightly arched, her mouth stuck in that O-shape format and her eyes wide open, it now had a permanent surprised look, making her look even more like a bimbo; and to top it, her fake blonde hair reached the middle of her back, smooth as silk.
And there she was, staring, not even able to close her now permanently open eyes. Ashamed, she could do nothing, but watch with a surprised bimbo face what had become of her. That was when the figure of Caleb appeared behind her, sitting on the bed, completely naked. As he grabbed Chloe by her back and dragged the doll closer, she could feel his erection hard as rock, rubbing against her bubble silicone butt. “Let’s see...” He whispered, moving a hand to her arm and changing its position. It moved, showing that inside her there were most probably artificial joints. “Oh, so I can place you however I want, huh~?” He said, as he started changing her position. ‘At least close my mouth...’ She thought, but to no success: soon, she was staring at herself on all fours, her silicone breasts hanging like orb-shaped pendulums.
“That’s how I like it,” he shouted, suddenly penetrating her pussy with a lubricated penis. It was hard as she never felt before and the pleasure was completely new to her. At every pound, she felt an orgasmic shock going through her body, increasing her arousal. At first, she wanted to cry, watching herself as a sex doll being fucked, but soon her thoughts were clouded, overtaken by arousal. And from her pussy to her anus and back to her pussy he pounded her, her thoughts all focusing on three words: ‘fuck me harder’.
For hours, she was played like a toy, fucked in all her three holes, but not once she climaxed, not once the pleasure was completely relieved. Her mouth was already dirty, but she couldn’t pay attention to the cum dripping from her surprised face as he covered her ass with cum. How many hours had passed was a mystery to her, but she was still on all fours when Caleb finally laid back. “Best gift ever,” he whispered, staring at the ceiling, feeling his eyelids heavy. In Chloe’s mind, she wasn’t thinking about how to get out of it anymore, nor worrying about how this could be solved. All she could focus on was wishing Caleb would soon get another erection.
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