<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>F2doll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f2doll/</link><description>Recent content in F2doll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f2doll/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>DaddysDolly</title><link>/stories/2026/02/01/daddysdolly/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/01/daddysdolly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Frank looked up and down the length of the corridor, breathing through his COVID mask. The fluorescent ceiling panels flickered but everything was quiet as he slid the key into the top door lock. He held his breath as he tried to turn it, but then the resistance stopped and the bolt slid back into the door. One more breath, and the bottom lock yielded as well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The door knob turned smoothly, and the door opened to let Frank inside. He closed the door just as the sound of the elevator came from the end of the corridor. He glanced at his watch: Seven-fifteen. The conference dinner and speeches would be going for two hours minimum, and there was a half hour drive to get here if every traffic light was green. Time to get started.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5--the-weekend-surrender"&gt;Part 5 – The Weekend Surrender&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two weeks after the electrifying exhibition, the thrill of being Nick’s display star still hummed in my veins. The memory of standing among my identical Emma-bot replicas, the crowd’s eyes devouring my latex-clad form, lingered like a sweet ache. I craved more—more of the surrender, the objectification, the delicious illusion of being just another of Nick’s creations. So, by the time Thursday rolled around, I had to call him, my voice already tinged with anticipation, eager to explore my sexbot fantasy again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pioneer Cargo</title><link>/stories/2025/11/22/the-pioneer-cargo/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/22/the-pioneer-cargo/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-worlds-apart"&gt;Chapter 1: Worlds Apart&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The discovery of Gaia-II was a tantalizing glimpse of paradise, a verdant jewel suspended in the unforgiving blackness twelve light-years from Earth. It was a dream strangled by cruel mathematics. A century of travel with conventional drives meant a journey longer than a full human lifespan. The new world was a beautiful, unreachable fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everyone knew it. Everyone, except Cassian Valerius.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ruthless, visionary founder of Valerius Stellar Dynamics saw not an insurmountable problem, but his singular opportunity to etch his name into history. And he knew exactly where to find his solution. His gaze fell upon SluTech, a company whose public face was that of a luxury sex toy manufacturer, but whose darkest secret was whispered only in the circles of the ultra-wealthy and the underworld: “Dollyfication.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My New Life as a Doll</title><link>/stories/2025/10/18/my-new-life-as-a-doll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/18/my-new-life-as-a-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Liv blinked, her world a blur of bright lights and muffled sounds as she stood before the strange machine. It hummed with an eerie glow, its metallic surface etched with cryptic symbols. The event organizer, a wiry man with a too-wide smile, assured her it was just a &amp;ldquo;state-of-the-art 3D scanner&amp;rdquo; for creating hyper-realistic models for the new product line. Liv, intrigued and a little flattered, agreed to step inside. A soft whir enveloped her, and a warm tingle spread through her limbs. Then, darkness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Neon Chains</title><link>/stories/2025/10/14/neon-chains/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/14/neon-chains/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lorelei’s life had become a blur of neon lights and electric pulses, all centered around the Robo-Love Motel’s flickering sign at the edge of town. It was a squat, unassuming building, its cracked concrete facade blending into the industrial sprawl of New Haven’s outskirts. But inside, it was a different world—one of chrome, soft synthetic textures, and the hum of advanced machinery that promised to unravel her in ways no human ever could. What started as a curious detour had spiraled into an obsession, and Lorelei was sinking deeper into the grip of D-4QP, the robot that seemed to know her body better than she did.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/09/28/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/28/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4--the-exhibition"&gt;Part 4 – The Exhibition&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From my perch in the back of Nick’s shop, the world felt like it was buzzing with possibilities. The custom collar, its matte-black surface cool against my skin, had become a symbol of our shared adventure—a blend of tech and trust that made my heart race. When Nick called me a few days after our hotel escapade, his voice carried that familiar mix of excitement and mischief.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/09/20/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/20/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3--exploring-the-collar"&gt;Part 3 – Exploring the Collar&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma couldn’t stop thinking about the collar. The sleek, black band with its pulsing LEDs had become more than a prop in her fantasies—it was a gateway to a world where control and surrender intertwined. After her night at Nick’s apartment, where the collar had guided her as his personal sexbot, she found herself both fascinated and curious about the technology behind it. The way it seamlessly blended her own desires with programmed commands was unlike anything she’d encountered in her robotics studies. She wanted to understand it, not just as a user but as a scientist.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wage Slave</title><link>/stories/2025/09/13/wage-slave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/13/wage-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tyler stomps through the puddles of the alley to the stairs of his loft apartment. The notification had come during the last few hours of work. An item delivered while he isn’t home. He grumbles while chewing on the beard under his lip. He has been waiting four months for it to arrive, and it couldn’t have come tomorrow when he did not have work. He skips over the largest puddle landing ankle deep in the pot hole that kept growing. A twenty minute downpour on his drive is just icing on the cake. Blind and slow, knowing that even if someone does not steal the box, it would be ruined by the rain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/09/07/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/07/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The weeks following Emma’s unexpected encounter at Nick’s sexbot store were a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of her day on display, the tight outfit, the collar, and the unintended activation that led to her servicing the delivery guy haunted her dreams—both in a thrilling and unsettling way. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being utterly out of control, yet there was an undeniable allure to it, a pull that made her heart race. Her fantasies, once confined to the safety of her bedroom, now had a real-world anchor, and that anchor was Nick’s store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/31/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/31/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="maid-doll-delivery--puppy-love"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maid-doll Delivery + Puppy Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mittens purred happily, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Master Dominic, locked in her place at the top of the stairs by the vibroshock that threatened to zap her pussy if she crawled away from her spot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She held her head cocked to the side in curiosity as she watched her person, Barbie, and her two toys prepare to receive Dominic. Barbie and Nicole had covered up Mimi&amp;rsquo;s mouth, her eyes, her hair, and even her latex-sheathed orifices, making the doll look more like a dehumanized object than ever. She&amp;rsquo;d even used a rubber gag that cancelled out the doll&amp;rsquo;s voice the way Mittens&amp;rsquo; mouthplug did, but they hadn&amp;rsquo;t given Mimi a voicebox to translate her sounds into a synthetic voice like Mittens&amp;rsquo; mewls and purrs; the maid-doll had simply fallen nearly silent, the barest murmur all that she could produce.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/23/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/23/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="nicoles-dollified-day-off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole’s Dollified Day Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mimi groaned as she shuffled around the Dollhouse floor, trying to keep her mumbled complaints to herself as she dutifully bent over and picked up all the yarn that Mittens had strewn about the place. It seemed like it would never end, and her legs and glutes were straining from constantly shuffling around, bending, and squatting in the black high heels with the bells that were still padlocked at her ankles onto her aching feet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="dollhouse-romp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollhouse Romp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe what she was hearing. She&amp;rsquo;d somehow managed to fall half-asleep in her cage, even while the vibroshock buzzed and jolted her unpredictably. It seemed like she must have been in and out of the strange half-dream she&amp;rsquo;d been having for most of the day, but Barbie was claiming it wasn&amp;rsquo;t even noon yet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Behind Mittens&amp;rsquo; cartoonish feline mask, Lisa&amp;rsquo;s face would have looked flabbergasted, mortified, and practically panicked. She looked up and found the face of the strange rubber woman in a maid&amp;rsquo;s outfit, who Lisa assumed must be Samantha, but whom Barbie had apparently renamed Mimi, with her pinprick viewholes. Mimi was looking back down at her, her lifeless blue doll eyes staring into Mittens&amp;rsquo; anime-style eyes&amp;rsquo; vertical-slit pupils.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Falling for Latex</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/falling-for-latex/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/falling-for-latex/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Let me introduce myself before I relate to you a story of an accident that happened involving liquid latex. I am an assistant at a lab that developed a way to permanently encase people in latex by soaking them in a liquid form of it. Since the procedure is irreversible, applicants have to go through a rigorous vetting process to ensure they truly understand the impact their decision will have on the rest of their lives.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taylor goes to Japan</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/taylor-goes-to-japan/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/taylor-goes-to-japan/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1---the-great-con"&gt;1 - The great con&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kanne and I had become friends through Reddit after we commented on a cosplay post. I had more-or-less-randomly-by-accident clicked on her profile and saw she’s into cosplay and stuff. I like the costumes she makes so I sent her a message to tell her that and she replied a few weeks later.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We exchanged a few messages and soon we were talking on iMessage and we quickly discovered that we really like each other as friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="suited-up-a-feline-feminist-freakpet"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suited Up: a Feline Feminist FreakPet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa woke up with Abby snuggled up beside her, when Carol entered the room early the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I see someone took my advice and got some action in before those g-balls wore off,&amp;rdquo; teased Carol, and Lisa felt her face flush. She smiled sheepishly, half embarrassed and half proud to have had what amounted to fully orgasmic oral sex with Abby the night before. She&amp;rsquo;d had to take a lot of ribbing about her resistance to submission, and Abby had made her &amp;lsquo;meow&amp;rsquo; and call herself a catgirl, but she&amp;rsquo;d gotten laid in the end.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tragic Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2025/08/03/tragic-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/03/tragic-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The heat was the first enemy. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t just heat; it was a physical presence, a thick, wet blanket of Florida humidity that smelled of popcorn, sunscreen, and mass-produced joy. It plastered Kara’s black bangs to her forehead, turning the carefully constructed shield over her eyes into a damp, irritating curtain. Her layered uniform—a vintage My Chemical Romance hoodie over a faded black t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans—felt less like a statement and more like a personal, mobile sauna.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2025/04/19/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/19/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He had had a busy morning on the phone talking to suppliers and was thinking it was time to let off a little stress and play.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Benjamin Tyler was the owner of a chain of furniture stores in northern California. After college, he had started working as a salesman in a small furniture store. He quickly realized that he could make more money opening his own business using his business management degree. Over the years, he grew the business to 30 stores sourcing his products from all over the world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beware the Doll Factory</title><link>/stories/2025/03/31/beware-the-doll-factory/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/31/beware-the-doll-factory/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: This is a work of dark speculative fiction. It contains horror themes and physical transformations which may be uncomfortable for some. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“This isn’t going to end the way you’re hoping.” Her captain’s warning echoed in her mind. Detective Heather Aila sat in her car, parked on the edge of the city’s old industrial district, reviewing the case files she’d pulled up on a small display. Three women had gone missing without a trace, the only clue being the mobile tower pings that put each one of them within a few blocks of a strange unmarked factory that had caught her eye. Her captain was rarely so hesitant and even less frequently rattled. The department wanted her on something else, but she wasn’t ready to walk away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Dollification of Lindsey Stirling</title><link>/stories/2024/12/22/the-dollification-of-lindsey-stirling/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/22/the-dollification-of-lindsey-stirling/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The music from the opening act was loud enough to rumble the walls in Lindsey Stirling’s dressing room. Even standing, it was enough to rumble Lindsey’s pupils, blurring her vision until she closed her eyes. It was showtime- almost showtime, and that sent a thrill through her. She was ready- she had her violin in hand, her final checks were complete, her outfit was cute as hell- and it was almost time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Witch's Vibes</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/witchs-vibes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/witchs-vibes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witch’s Vibes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valentina Banesman let out a moan as the bells of the front door jingled. Her assistant was between her legs licking her pussy. She was nearing an orgasm as the interruption happened. It was disappointing as she was actually enjoying her assistant’s ritual that turned her tongue into a fleshy vibrator while reaping the benefits of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valentina Banesman was only her current identity. She had been cursed by a rival witch who was a scorned lover once upon a time. Her curse had been quite nasty and took her years to counteract parts of it so she could be back in society unnoticed. The last part of the curse has left her immortal, but she was no longer an ugly, plague-infested hag. She had found a way to change her appearance to whatever she preferred these days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Shoot</title><link>/stories/2024/07/07/the-shoot/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/07/07/the-shoot/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-six"&gt;Part Six&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You what?!” Sherrie exclaimed, spraying coffee across the table. Her outburst earned a disapproving look from the girl behind the counter. Sherrie immediately lowered her voice and began wiping up the spilled coffee. “Tell me you’re joking,” she hissed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I panicked,” Jessica moaned. “I thought I was going to choke. And I couldn’t get him to stop. What was I supposed to do?” she asked miserably. She could feel herself tearing up once again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Change of Perspective</title><link>/stories/2024/05/05/change-of-perspective/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/05/change-of-perspective/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jen (the new version based on Princess) hadn&amp;rsquo;t done any transformation for a while and she had been thinking about some of the friends she had learned about and how she might enjoy the power the machine offered. She wanted to bring some of them down a peg or two for fun. She could have some real fun with them if she put her mind to it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="jane"&gt;Jane&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jen decided to invite Jen&amp;rsquo;s best friend Jane round for a drink one evening. She was a beautiful blonde woman, with amazing eyes and she always accented them with the most amazing eye makeup. At college she always managed to pull the boys with her huge sparkling smile and athletic body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been five months since Matt had placed his order for a custom sex doll from Premium Playthings. He had been waiting for this day to finally come. He woke up this morning to a text from Gunner Beck saying that his delivery was expected this afternoon and he just couldn’t wait. He spent most of the morning pacing around the house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was sitting on the sofa watching a baseball game when the alarm beeped on his phone. It was the main gate. Matt answered the phone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a cool September evening around 9:30 pm. Amber was walking out to her car in a mostly deserted mall parking lot. She had just gotten out of work at the mobile phone store in the mall. She was feeling a little hungry so she thought she would stop by a fast-food joint on her way home. As she walked toward her car, she saw a white van parked two rows over but thought nothing of it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dollification</title><link>/stories/2024/03/03/dollification/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/03/dollification/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1-arrival"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Arrival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sheriff Alina Adams walked carefully, her gun and flashlight directed in front of her. She had been on the hunt for human traffickers of the worst sort - people who kidnapped young women, and turned them into living sexdolls. A horrible procedure, Alina never understood. Why turn humans into sexdolls? If you want a perfectly submissive plaything, why not just use a robot?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Turning another corner, Alina felt a clump in her throat as she slowly and methodically explored long hallways and abandoned looking storerooms. It had been weeks of intense investigations until she finally got a tangible lead - coordinates for the criminals home base.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Matt walked into his home office and sat down in his leather chair behind a big oak desk. He opened his desk drawer and picked up a business card. He sat there for a minute thinking about his future of being alone. After a bit, reading the numbers from the card, he dialed. “Crown Fabrications. How may I direct your call?” a female voice said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Gunner Beck please?” Matt replied.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Matt was walking through the mall on a Saturday afternoon. For the past couple of weeks, his cell phone had been running slow and some apps were crashing. It was time to upgrade. He had done all the research and knew what he wanted. He had nothing going on today so he thought this would be a good day to do some shopping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As he walked through the large open space to his destination, he couldn&amp;rsquo;t help seeing all the pretty young women milling around on this Saturday afternoon. He saw some walking around with their boyfriends or in small groups, and others browsing the clothing racks in the shops. As he walked past the food court, he noticed several groups of young women sitting at various tables chatting and joking. Oh, how he wished that he was twenty years younger. He thought about how he would have done things differently. He thought about how lonely he was and how much he would like to have somebody of his own.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/12/25/leon-city-side-stories/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/25/leon-city-side-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-judys-law"&gt;Part 1 Judy’s Law&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Judy lifted her teapot from the stove and poured water into both cups.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Perfect.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She picked up the tray and walked back into the display room of her store. A sweet smell rose to her nose, reminding her of her favorite display items. She threw warm smiles at some of her mannequins, and wanted to play with some of them but she had business to attend to.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/12/25/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/25/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-16-something-about-mary"&gt;Part 16. Something About Mary&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma found herself in the shower but not alone. The petite, adolescent-looking Kit was suspended by the manacles in the shower. Her legs draped over Emma’s shoulder with Emma’s face buried in her kitten&amp;rsquo;s kitty. Emma was sure Kit was truly mewling over the pleasure she was receiving.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma wasn&amp;rsquo;t the only one pleasuring Kit in the shower. Janice had been waiting for them along with Ophelia when they returned to the suite. Though Ophelia hadn&amp;rsquo;t joined them, Janice&amp;rsquo;s face was buried in Kit&amp;rsquo;s backside, her tongue buried inside the tight ring of her outer sphincter. Lady Chastity was still taking control of her damsel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-six-the-missing-doll"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Six: The Missing Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later that day I finally heard the sound of someone moving about the apartment, hopefully, I would soon be free, as my own body’s pressing desires needed to be attended to. But at the moment they didn’t seem to be in any rush to enter the bedroom, I lay there and listened to the sound of voices talking, and I wondered who was inside of the apartment, and did I really want them to find me like this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-nine-new-beginnings"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Nine: New Beginnings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I previously said, work seemed to keep me away from home more, spending several days during the week in a motel after work as the commute to our new home was just too tiring for me. The weekends were our only time together, and even then, other things got in the way of our play sessions, so I had to be content sometimes with a quick fuck before heading back to my stressful job.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-seven-moving-day"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Seven: Moving Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had lived together for some while now, and I had effectively moved into his apartment, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place, including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my own latex catsuit, and we’d even bought more rubber costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed inside the doll and I became Cindy again. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-five-the-return-of-the-doll"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Five: The Return of the Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I’d untied myself in the morning, I had to stretch my muscles after being bound for so long. The tight enclosure in the bag and the various positions that I had been kept in caused several aches and pains; but nothing that a good massage could fix. A long hot bath and several coffees later I was out the door and on my way. I’d completely forgotten about the marks left by the bondage, but it was too late by the time I’d laid down naked on the table, and the masseur began to use her hands on me. She noticed the marks and commented that I must have had a lot of fun!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-eight-a-series-of-unfortunate-events"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Eight: A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had been living at our new home for several months now, settled into our new life and responsibilities, while his new role went well, my job didn’t turn out as I expected, the commuting distance between work and home was much longer than expected from where we now lived, so in the end I stayed away in motels during the week and returned home on the weekends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-ten-wicked-cindy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Ten: Wicked Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During the next two weeks, I spent most of my time inside the new doll skin, the adhesive worked really well in sticking the silicon to my own skin, the more rigid outer skin limiting my movements, but most of the time I was just content to either sit, lay down or even stand around being the doll. He would find me in various places, when not stashed away in my new box, and admire me in my new skin or take me and use me, which is what all good love dolls are for.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Magician's Assistant</title><link>/stories/2023/11/07/magicians-assistant/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/07/magicians-assistant/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The box containing my transformed dolly form was presented to my new owner as requested by me, by my sister. He seemed very impressed with what he saw of me when he removed his new doll from the box and took his time examining my deflated body. His hands felt nice against my plastic skin, and he turned to my sister and asked, “So, when do I actually get to meet your sister?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Carnevil Origins</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/carnevil-origins/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/carnevil-origins/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Professor Grobyc and Lady Vix watched the roof collapse into the remains of his evil headquarters in a gush of flames that reached up and ignited the Fabulous Five’s steam dirigible into a massive ball of fire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yet another base gone,&amp;rdquo; Grobyc mused, &amp;ldquo;Still, at least we finally got rid of those insufferable do-gooders.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He looked down at his badly dented brass chest, &amp;ldquo;This is going to take some serious work&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/08/02/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/02/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emma was currently studying advanced robotics, her first minor degree allowed her to find a research fellowship to continue her postgraduate studies, this had been her last semester at college before the holiday break, and being an unpaid research graduate she didn’t have the funds to go away anywhere, like her fellow college mates, and even her family where away themselves, so she was left alone, bored and wondering what to do with herself. She thought about whiling away her boredom with one of her favourite toys, either in the bath or the bedroom, but even that didn’t seem to appeal to her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perfect Gift For Christmas</title><link>/stories/2023/07/12/perfect-gift-for-christmas/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/12/perfect-gift-for-christmas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Less than a week left before Christmas, the sight of snow falling made Eris suddenly feel a bit nostalgic for her childhood, and how she and her family used to volunteer to help other families during the holiday season.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Determined to do something, but not sure what path to take, she got in her car and started driving around aimlessly, letting her mind wander in hopes of finding ideas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Passing an old shopping mall, on impulse she decided to go inside and see if maybe she might find a present she could buy for a poor person &amp;hellip; and, walking through the doors, she meandered around until she spied a friendly looking man dressed as Santa Claus sitting on a recliner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Untangling of Strings</title><link>/stories/2023/07/09/an-untangling-of-strings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/09/an-untangling-of-strings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time there was a slave named Brianna.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She scrubbed at a particularly encrusted piece of rice in the bottom of a metal cooking pot, her long black hair getting a bit soaked at the tips by the water flowing from the nearby sink’s faucet. The chicken dinner she had prepared had been a success, and now she was barely listening as her Mistress and their newfound male friend chatted on his couch about life, the universe and everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>More Or Less A Doll</title><link>/stories/2023/06/24/more-or-less-a-doll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/24/more-or-less-a-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Consider dust.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the slant light of the late afternoon, dust motes drift lightly on the turbulent currents of air. Winking in and out of sight like stars in the sky. Tiny worlds that exist for a moment in time to be lost in shadow. The capricious turns of invisible forces dictate the fate of each individual atom. Predictable in general, though chaos for the single. Dust inside the home is largely the shed flakes of skin from the humans that inhabit the space. The Carbon of which it is composed, is the cast off dust of dead stars. The Universe, energy and matter, compacted into the tiny bedroom. A cool breeze comes through the open window disturbing the stuffy air. The light drapes made to flap with a soft rustle. Outside the world buzzes and hums with life going on as it does.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latex Skin</title><link>/stories/2023/06/06/latex-skin/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/06/latex-skin/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the slightly dim room the streamer sat with her legs tucked and her head lying in her lap. There was a neon-lit computer on the table, several monitors illuminated the streamer with a blue glow, a Blue Yeti microphone stood next to the RGB keyboard and mouse that was smoothly controlled by a woman&amp;rsquo;s hand covered in black nylon. If someone went into this room, he could immediately say that a gamer nerd lived here, but if there wasn&amp;rsquo;t a bunch of different women&amp;rsquo;s clothing scattered around, it would mostly be hosiery of various colors and thicknesses. The webcam&amp;rsquo;s lens caught a slightly open wardrobe, in which could be seen even more clothes, shown only to VIP users.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Impulsive Purchase</title><link>/stories/2023/05/14/impulsive-purchase/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/14/impulsive-purchase/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was an impulse purchase to say the least. Kelly had also been drunk as hell. Yet she had managed to go online and purchase the kinky costume. The price on the package’s invoice read $160.50 and there were no returns. She was a little depressed about the loss of her money, but at least shipping had been free.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The label on the box had a picture that showed a very well proportioned woman in a skintight black rubber suit covering every single inch of her body except her mouth. It showed off every curve on the woman&amp;rsquo;s body, but that wasn&amp;rsquo;t what made it kinky. The suit had crimson red nipples and a very realistic looking red vagina at the crotch. If that wasn&amp;rsquo;t kinky enough, the one opening, the mouth, was surrounded by a set of very large juicy red lips that left an inch between the suit and wearer’s lips. It was somewhat comical and very kinky to her. There were no eyes on the suit, but there were supposed to be hundreds of tiny holes where the eyes were so the wearer could see well enough to party.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latex Skin</title><link>/stories/2023/03/26/latex-skin/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/26/latex-skin/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A young, unmarried couple pulled up to a huge mansion on the edge of town. There were a lot of people outside, scurrying in and out, even though the sun was blazing and there was nowhere to hide.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A young man got out of the car and adjusted his sunglasses. A young brunette with a bright smile followed him out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you going to tell me why we drove all the way out here in this heat?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Replacing the Rubber Dolly</title><link>/stories/2023/03/04/replacing-the-rubber-dolly/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/04/replacing-the-rubber-dolly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a typical Friday in the office, and I have been working for Dr Stones for nearly a year now as his receptionist, doing the filing, typing letters and invoices and general office stuff, while also arranging his list of clients. His office is generally busy at the beginning of the week but tails off at the end, and usually, by Friday most of the work is done before lunchtime, so the afternoon is generally quiet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Rubberdoll</title><link>/stories/2023/02/22/the-new-rubberdoll/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/22/the-new-rubberdoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two--the-new-rubberslave-the-new-assistant"&gt;Part Two – The New Rubberslave (The New Assistant)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I had accidentally walked in on my boss Mr. Soames playing with his rubber-clad doll, I had tried to not only keep my job but also to please him had tried on the same outfit that the doll was wearing, plus I must admit that I was wondering to myself as I looked at the doll bound there, just what it would have been like to be dressed like her. Agreeing to try on the latex catsuit, which I found that I enjoyed wearing, this, in turn, led to me wearing the boots, corset, and the hood that the doll was wearing. Now that I was dressed the same, I found myself highly aroused and asked him to bind me in the same way that the doll had been; I loved every minute of it. But that&amp;rsquo;s when things started to change…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Rubberdoll</title><link>/stories/2023/02/19/the-new-rubberdoll/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/19/the-new-rubberdoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one--introduction-an-unexpected-upgrade"&gt;Part One – Introduction (An Unexpected Upgrade)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Rubberslut, it used to be Susan, but most of the people I mix with now know me by that name. How did I get that name? Well, that is a long story, but one that I hope that you’ll find entertaining. I will admit first that I have always had a love of tight restrictive clothing, and of course, bondage, tie me up, and I am yours to do with as you wish. I used to be more ‘vanilla’ in my tastes, but over time have developed to enjoy my body and what it can do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Inflatable Kink</title><link>/stories/2023/01/31/inflatable-kink/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/31/inflatable-kink/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;With the advances in technology, the ability to transform oneself into whatever they desire has become more commonplace. The transformation stores and the machines that they use seem to be everywhere these days, and it is becoming more acceptable to enjoy being whatever or whoever that you want to change yourself into, though there were limits applied to ensure that the person being transformed wasn’t being misused, abused or tricked into becoming something that they didn’t want to become.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wendy Becomes a Rubberdoll</title><link>/stories/2023/01/22/wendy-becomes-a-rubberdoll/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/22/wendy-becomes-a-rubberdoll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Wendy was out shopping in an older part of town; the area was mainly made up of small shops with some unique things and other knick-knacks that you don&amp;rsquo;t usually find in the larger stores. She was enjoying browsing in the various shops, when unfortunately it started to rain, not just a brief shower but quite heavily, and not being equipped for the sudden downpour; she decided to finish shopping and head home, her day now ruined.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Too Clever For Her Own Good</title><link>/stories/2023/01/07/too-clever-for-her-own-good/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/07/too-clever-for-her-own-good/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan Johnson was a partner in a company that sold household robots to do the cleaning and menial housework for their owners. Being one of the most successful robot manufacturers in the field, she was aware of most of the advancements in the field of robots. However, on more than a few occasions she had heard of a local establishment which were now called “Personal Entertainment Centres,” but which were effectively old-style brothels that were using some sort of advanced robot dolls as pleasure bots for customers. The description of these bots was that they were not at all like robots but were soft to the touch and would react to vocal commands, which was something her company had been trying to do but without any success. So she decided she had to find out more and had hatched a plan to do just this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Magician's Assistant</title><link>/stories/2022/12/01/magicians-assistant/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/01/magicians-assistant/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The journey to my new owner took just over two days; my box was delivered to a very surprised couple, as they found out when they opened the outer box to find my dolly form tucked away inside the sex doll box, along with the note from my sister explaining about the spell, and also my note to &amp;lsquo;DollyMaster&amp;rsquo; that I hoped that he would keep me as just another dolly in his collection. They had expected to see me, but not like this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Rubbermaid</title><link>/stories/2022/11/29/the-new-rubbermaid/</link><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/29/the-new-rubbermaid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Working as an insurance assessor, I get to see some weird and wonderful claims, and some of those I have to investigate further with a visit to the claimants&amp;rsquo; premises. Others in my office seem to refer the stranger, more bizarre claims to me, and I seem to have developed a reputation for dealing with them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This one particular claim came across my desk that I just had to find out more about; it included some &amp;ldquo;rubber items,&amp;rdquo; and I wondered just what they were; there were no details other than the wording the claimant had used. Thinking that it may be some sort of sporting outfit, like a diving suit, I just had to have some more information before I could approve the claim.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Woman in the Mannequin</title><link>/stories/2022/08/14/woman-in-the-mannequin/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/14/woman-in-the-mannequin/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Justine had an obsession, it showed in everything she did, having gone to work designing and building mannequins out of high school. Her small home was filled with her mannequin collection, often making her few friends uncomfortable being left alone with them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Justine dreamt about being a mannequin, unable to move herself but dressed daily by someone and put on display. Justine had briefly modeled clothes before learning it wasn’t the same as being a mannequin, her lean build with long legs and beautiful face had made her a natural.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Living Doll</title><link>/stories/2022/07/10/living-doll/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/07/10/living-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I stand in front of the coffee maker in a trance, waiting for it to produce the liquid energy I need so much this morning, my head still foggy from the late night I had shared with her. As I stand waiting for the dark brew to stop dripping into the cup, I hear the heels of the ballet boots I laced to her crotch two weeks ago clicking on the tile behind me. She is trying to sneak up on me, unaware of the noise her shoes make, mostly because she can’t hear very well with the ear plugs made into the thick rubber hood covering her head.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Perfect Form</title><link>/stories/2021/03/21/her-perfect-form/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/21/her-perfect-form/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;High school honor roll. College Valedictorian. MIT graduate. All before the age of 24. Athena was a scientist, and a brilliant one at that. She’d worked in the defense sector as a robotics engineer for her early career, however her larger ambitions had recently forced her to leave the lucrative position and brought her to a new field; Dolls. Athena now spent her days as a top scientist for a sex-doll manufacturing company, as much as it hurt her pride to say aloud. She detested everything that the industry stood for, but the access to advanced synthetics when combined with her own experience developing military-grade robots and prosthetics made this career choice the logical next step for her to achieve her goals. Athena had grand ambitions, and she pursued them as if her life depended on them, because they did. You see, Athena had been diagnosed at a young age with a life-threatening medical condition, and modern medicine told her she’d never make it past 35 years old. Unless she’d found a way out, that is. Athena dedicated her life striving to design a perfect body to replace the one she’d been born with; to become her best self. In her 30th year now, her plan was finally coming to fruition.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Building Reality</title><link>/stories/2020/07/12/building-reality/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/12/building-reality/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="addiction"&gt;Addiction&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tracy&amp;rsquo;s isolation felt like an eternity. After her second time in the rubber box, April let her out to have a great sex session as promised, but it only lasted a short 30 minutes. Following this brief moment of fun, April put the chastity belt back on Tracy, without the plugs this time, and led her back to the rubber room. She let her latex wife go in first and closed the door behind her without a word.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tackling the Debt</title><link>/stories/2020/07/04/tackling-the-debt/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/04/tackling-the-debt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="tackling_the_debt.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---you-you-me-and-me"&gt;Chapter 2 - You, You, Me and Me&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What mistake? You&amp;rsquo;re making me nervous. Did something happen to my body?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Matt called me not even one day after I signed my contract with his debt recovery agency. I was thrilled to hear his voice, I wished I could be with him, but it was just not possible. I was using one of his clones, and the law prevented him from providing me with any assistance outside physical maintenance if my borrowed body was damaged. Left to myself, I had to figure out a way to repay my debt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dolly's First Day and Sarah's Last</title><link>/stories/2020/06/30/dollys-first-day-and-sarahs-last/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/30/dollys-first-day-and-sarahs-last/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="dollys-first-day"&gt;Dolly&amp;rsquo;s First Day&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Its eyes fluttered open, less as a part of shaking off sleep and more an affected sign of wakefulness. One moment it was simply lying motionless on the lake-side bench, half hidden by low-hanging maple branches, and the next, this new born’s eyes were set in motion by some force not its own. It sat up straight, hearing the clicks and the clacks as it did so; the tight corset doing nothing to inhibit the action, nor restrict its non-existent breathing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Interactive Swimming</title><link>/stories/2020/05/20/interactive-swimming/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/20/interactive-swimming/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“All right, everyone. That’s everything for today, and the summer. I want to thank everyone for their participation in the class this summer. I’ll be emailing your grades tonight and hope everyone does well in their pursuits this fall,” Denise called out to the group of early twenty year old men and women she was instructing over the summer. The dark haired woman drew on her past experience as a lifeguard to instruct the group on all the rules needed for working in the lifeguard field. They spent a majority of the time at a local beach with the last week spent indoors at a pool set aside specifically for her course work.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Build-A-Bot</title><link>/stories/2020/05/04/build-a-bot/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/04/build-a-bot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I stopped in my wandering through the mall as I saw the marquee above. It was something I had been hoping would come to our city so I wouldn’t have to pay the costs of traveling to the next nearest one more than fifty miles away. I walked in and was greeted immediately by a saleswoman. She asked what I was looking for, so I told her I wanted a Remote Piloted Surrogate-Bot. She walked me over to the display wall showing me all the possible features, and the various options for the type of Control Rig I would use to pilot the Surrogate-Bot. From the most basic utilitarian models to the deluxe auto cleaning ones with the cushioning designed to cradle and support the human body for maximum comfort.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tackling the Debt</title><link>/stories/2020/05/04/tackling-the-debt/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/04/tackling-the-debt/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1---the-first-dollars"&gt;Chapter 1 - The first dollars&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just broke up with my boyfriend. I loved him very much, but there was no other choice. He took it badly and said that I should have told him earlier about my problem; he was a hundred percent right. I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have started dating him three months ago, but I did. I lied to get close to him because I needed affection, support. I shouldn’t have allowed love to enter my heart in my current situation, but I was weak, and I needed someone to sleep and cuddle with before it was all over. I used him, and I was very sorry about it. I would carry this mistake with me for as long as I lived. I hurt him, like I did to all the others.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Last Time</title><link>/stories/2020/04/30/one-last-time/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/04/30/one-last-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Denise stretched her arms high in the air as she finished dressing for the day ahead. Glancing at her reflection in a nearby mirror, the dark haired woman with blonde streaks in her locks smiled at what she saw. Wearing a red blouse that emphasized her bosoms, white shorts and black high heels, Denise figured she could draw the attention of any man who glanced her way even briefly. Alas, things were not looking that way as it was a fairly humdrum late summer morning for her and there was nothing much in her plans.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Be My Robot Girl</title><link>/stories/2020/04/20/be-my-robot-girl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/04/20/be-my-robot-girl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="interview-with-liam-from-the-cyborg-and-upload-rights-archive"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;del&gt;Interview with Liam from the Cyborg and Upload Rights Archive&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had known Ruby since we were both about three years old, and we’ve been the bestest of friends, so close we were like siblings. Growing up we played together, studied together, got into trouble and mischief together, pretty much we did everything together. You would think that would make it natural for us to fall in love, get married, have kids and live happily ever after. If you thought that, keep dreaming, life is stranger than that.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Exercise Can Change You</title><link>/stories/2020/02/28/exercise-can-change-you/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/28/exercise-can-change-you/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geez, this kinda thing sucks. I enjoy working as a lifeguard but the work to stay in shape&amp;hellip;sheesh&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt; Rachel thought to herself as she pulled the left strap of her one piece red swimsuit over her shapely figure. After adjusting the suit so she didn&amp;rsquo;t have an obvious case of camel toe, the blonde haired woman headed to the bathroom to make a few make-up applications before heading out to join her fellow lifeguards.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rubber Woman</title><link>/stories/2020/02/28/the-rubber-woman/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/28/the-rubber-woman/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“How would you feel if I was made of rubber?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Martin smiles at that, Tamsin is always saying crazy things.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I think it would be fabulous.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They both laugh and carry on making love together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Just think, you could bathe me and the water wouldn’t stick, you would be able to put me to bed straight away.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It would be great, it’s just a shame it’s not possible.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well I can always dream.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Life Boxed Away</title><link>/stories/2020/02/20/a-life-boxed-away/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/20/a-life-boxed-away/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Laura’s Goods stood on the corner of 46th and 23rd Street in Indianapolis. The sex shop was quite large and very popular around the world. It made the most realistic human sex dolls in the US and most of the world as well. While being quite a large factory based shop it was almost entirely run by computers, minus Brein Gross and of course, the owner Laura.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brein had been working at Laura’s Goods for a few months now. Just turning 18 she was top of her class and wanted to make some money before going to college, despite the full ride scholarship she had earned. While sex shops were not exactly her taste it was the highest paying job she had found and simply couldn’t resist.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Adjusting Your Perspective</title><link>/stories/2020/02/20/adjusting-your-perspective/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/20/adjusting-your-perspective/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The all women&amp;rsquo;s school known as Douglas Leblanc Academy had been operating for just over one hundred years and had garnered a reputation of being an excellent institution for preparing young women from high society to succeed in the world around them. However, the last decade or so had seen a decline in the number of women attending the academy and coupled with the rising costs of the operation, the days seemed numbered for the private learning facility. However, out of the blue, the Academy was saved from closure thanks to an infusion of funds from investors whose identities were known only to a select few. With that extra cash added to the coffers, a new crop of entrance level women joined the Academy and were excited at the opportunity to attend the academy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lifetime Positions</title><link>/stories/2020/02/20/lifetime-positions/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/20/lifetime-positions/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="lifetimepositions.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh&amp;hellip;huh&amp;hellip;that was quite&amp;hellip;mmm&amp;hellip;quite the workout&amp;hellip;didn&amp;rsquo;t think it&amp;rsquo;d ever end&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt; Bri thought as she entered the room assigned to her, unaware of what was transpiring elsewhere in the building. Without a moment of hesitation, Bri stripped off her clothes and went into the washroom for a hot shower. As the hot water streamed down her body, Bri mentally flashed back to her time in the exercise area with the other women and how sexy they looked stretching and jogging in place. Almost instinctively, Bri let her fingers wander downwards and she started stimulating herself as erotic visions filled her mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Manniquinization of Lindsey Stirling</title><link>/stories/2020/01/12/manniquinization-of-lindsey-stirling/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/01/12/manniquinization-of-lindsey-stirling/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lindsey Stirling had just landed San Francisco, totally exhausted and ready to get back home after a worldwide tour she had just completed. But first, she had to pick up something she had purchased on eBay, for whatever reason the seller had told her he wouldn’t ship it, so she would be required to personally pick it up. Considering how rare the violin he was selling was, Lindsey was more than willing to personally pick it up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bachelor Party was Crystal Clear</title><link>/stories/2019/01/20/bachelor-party-was-crystal-clear/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/20/bachelor-party-was-crystal-clear/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m minding my own business at work one Wednesday night, phone rings. &amp;ldquo;Hey Rick, this is Neal Smith, what the hell have you been doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just work man, what the hell have you been doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Man I have been trying to find you. Some friends of mine are having a bachelor party for me Friday night. Haven’t seen you in years, Rick. Come on by the Hilton room 320. Be great for you to come by. Gag gifts are optional.  See you there at 6.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Recyc-ALL</title><link>/stories/2019/01/09/recyc-all/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/09/recyc-all/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="recyc-all-chapter-1-shared-interests"&gt;Recyc-ALL Chapter 1: Shared Interests&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You want to WHAT?&amp;rdquo; Sarah asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mary repeated herself. &amp;ldquo;I want to get recycled at Jeff&amp;rsquo;s factory.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s&amp;hellip; that&amp;rsquo;s crazy! What are you talking about?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I&amp;rsquo;ve always had&amp;hellip; I guess it&amp;rsquo;s a fetish&amp;hellip; about people being turned into normal objects. It started with forniphilia and such&amp;hellip; you know, girls being bound in place and used like furniture. But I&amp;rsquo;ve come across a lot of websites which show people actually being &lt;em&gt;transformed&lt;/em&gt; into things, like clothing and such, and that just really turns me on somehow&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Inflating Prospects</title><link>/stories/2018/12/20/inflating-prospects/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/12/20/inflating-prospects/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The soft, rustling of papers is far from enough to keep your thoughts at bay. Not even the clickity clack of a keyboard typing away would do so. No, if anything, it made things even more difficult. That anxiety that bubbles up in the back of your mind, lingering in every corner of every single line of thinking that dances across your inner conversations. Of course, part of what is causing the anxiety is the two people that happened to be making the noise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lindsey Stirling And The Sex Doll Factory</title><link>/stories/2018/11/26/lindsey-stirling-and-the-sex-doll-factory/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/26/lindsey-stirling-and-the-sex-doll-factory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As Lindsey gazed around the very industrial looking plastics and latex processing plant her head felt almost like it was on a swivel there was so much to look at. The tour guide she was with had told the group she was a part of to watch where they were going since there was no safety barriers put up yet. With so much to look at though Lindsey quickly got distracted and was not watching where she was going. As she gazed around she didn’t notice the sex doll conveyor belt in front of her. With a thud she fell down onto the hard and unforgiving belt. As it whisked her away she tried to scramble off the belt but found it had carried her far into the ceiling of the industrial plant so getting off of it was not an option. As she looked around to see what her options were she noticed the belt was ending hopefully she would be able to escape her predicament. With a gentle thud she fell to the ground of this new room as she looked around the room she the first thing she noticed was that she was in a room full of vaguely female looking plastic blanks, the second thing she noticed was that there was clearly no exit to this room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Blue Gloss</title><link>/stories/2018/11/05/blue-gloss/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/05/blue-gloss/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He hadn&amp;rsquo;t known that Gloss was a doll where they&amp;rsquo;d first met, of course. He&amp;rsquo;d posted on the forums for Dark Planet Legend 2 about how much trouble he was having beating the third Lord-Knight Verann encounter on hard mode, and she&amp;rsquo;d replied with a few promising strategies for the second form. She even teamed up with him for a co-op session, in which they came together to thoroughly trounce the troublesome boss. They were firm friends after that.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plans Doll Apart</title><link>/stories/2018/09/06/plans-doll-apart/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/09/06/plans-doll-apart/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Doll TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What has you so worked up Emmy? You seem super stressed out.”
It was only natural for me to comfort my best friend during our scheduled weekly brunch. We were best friends from college, myself being an accounting major and her being more on the business management side of things, we became fast friends. 
We roomed together for the last three years of college and now a few years removed, I was a personal accountant and consultant for several businesses both large and small, including Emily’s rather nice toy and collectable store she ran down the street. 
Emily had always been a fan of toys, more specifically dolls and other similar products. Our shared room in college had several of her favorite toys in it and she often wore shirts with the logos of the companies who made said toys on them. 
In fact, one year as a Christmas present for her, I had a few friends box me up like one of her favorite dolls – Marvelous Morgan – and put me under the tree in our commons area for her. She was ecstatic, and I let her dress me up and other various things for a few days. 
“Ugh… I swear Abby, the stupid teens at my store think I don’t notice the way they act all nice and proper when I or their manager is around, but as soon as we are gone they slack off and mess with the merchandise.”
She sipped her adult beverage and twirled a long lock of her red hair between her fingers. This was something she had actually complained about to me last week when we spent the night together catching up on several shows we both liked. 
Some of the teenagers she hired to stock the shelves and work the front registers were apparently not working to her expectations, but we both knew she was too nice to believe it or fire them outright. 
“Okay then. What are you going to do about it? This is like the third or fourth time you have complained to me about this sweetie. You can’t just let it slide, especially if your other, more trusted employees are telling you what is happening.”
“That’s just it. Olivia hasn’t said anything! I think she is either too nice to say anything or maybe she is getting bribed…”
Likely the former, but I couldn’t just not help my bestie out with her problem. 
“Fine… so you don’t have any proof. Is there any way you could think to catch them in the act?”
I started sipping my own drink, leaving her to ponder my question for several moments. 
My reward was seeing a megawatt smile breakout across her face as she reached into her purse. 
“Abby, you are the smartest most beautiful woman I know!”
“Thanks? What is the compliment for though?”
After fishing around in her purse, she retracted with her phone and began skimming through the device. 
“You just gave me an idea. They will act completely normal while I am around, but not if it is you watching them!”
I’ll give her some credit, she wasn’t going in the wrong direction. 
“Some of them have seen us talk before Em. They might not know we are close, but they might get a little suspicious if I just hung around all day, and before you suggest it, the same could be said of me just showing up to work out of the blue.”
Her grin never faded despite my hole-poking.
“Wasn’t even going to suggest it darling. In fact, I just needed to find the evidence that this plan is absolutely foolproof!” 
One of my finely plucked eyebrows rose at her confidence as she pushed the screen towards me. 
After gazing upon the device, my face fell. 
“No way.”
“Come on!”
“Nope!”
“It is perfect! They won’t even know!”
My insistence against this plan spawned from her phone. There on the small screen was a picture from all those years ago when I was her present. It clearly showed me tied up in a box labeled Marvelous Morgan Doll with all of the fixings. 
Taking my silence as her chance, she continued. 
“Look. We have several lines of full-sized dolls at the store. I can take you in the back after closing tonight, we get you into the repacking machine we use for returned items, you get packaged up and placed on a shelf where you watch those twerps, and should you see them slacking or doing something inappropriate… BAM! You tell me when I let you out after closing the next night and I nail them.”
For something that she came up with completely on the fly, I had to admit, this was brilliant. I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone who made one of the most successful toy companies in the state just four years after college. 
I also didn’t really have any ground to stand against her here… seeing that not only was the plan good, but I also was scheduled to work for her on her latest bulk purchase the next few days. 
Seeing my hesitance, she struck again. 
“If you do this, not only will I owe you big time, I will buy the wine for next movie night and double your pay for this money planning session.”
Sold. 
“… fine. But you better not make me into one of those newer Barbie dolls. I swear she gets sluttier by the year.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>House of Dolls</title><link>/stories/2018/07/14/house-of-dolls/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/07/14/house-of-dolls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The sign ‘Welcome to England’ had greeted Bronwyn Harper as
she had driven her hire car out of Heathrow Airport that morning, and
even now she could only smile at remembering that sign. She hadn’t
seen much of a welcome so far on this typical spring Sunday in England
if she was being honest. In other words, it had rained incessantly all
day, and even now, by five in the afternoon the light was beginning to
disappear from the grey, leaden skies. And thanks to a delayed flight,
and a lengthy passage through immigration she was still 80 miles or so
from her destination, somewhere in Wiltshire if the signs were to be
believed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Office Doll</title><link>/stories/2018/06/14/the-new-office-doll/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/14/the-new-office-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Isabelle Waltz is a perky semi-athletic 21 year old brunette college student. Being in college and at the moment jobless she jumps for joy when she sees an ad in the paper for a company called Advanced Living. The job they had posted was for a secretarial position. Not being the brightest person on campus she didn’t fully read the job description before going ahead and calling them to set up an interview. A couple days later after the company had time to look her resume over Isabelle received a call telling her she got the job. “Hello Miss Waltz this is Advanced Living we are calling to tell you that you have the job. All you need to do now is come sign some papers and you can start immediately.” The person from Advanced Living said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fujiko's New Reality</title><link>/stories/2018/04/19/fujikos-new-reality/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/19/fujikos-new-reality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Fujiko woke up early this morning in an incredibly happy mood, not because it&amp;rsquo;s Friday, but because she and her friends were going out this evening after classes to celebrate her birthday! She really turned 21 last Tuesday, but her parents, who were paying her college tuition and letting her still live at home, made it abundantly apparent that there will be no shenanigans during the school week. Her friends understood her situation, and there wasn&amp;rsquo;t any way they were going to make waves between Fujiko and her family, so they gleefully postponed the party until that Friday. It worked out better in the long run for the girls, because they could now drink to excess and hopefully find a guy without missing any classes the next morning. Fujiko just wanted the opportunity to escape her family for a few hours and have some fun!
It&amp;rsquo;s not that Fujiko had a problem with her family, it&amp;rsquo;s just that they&amp;rsquo;re pressuring her to go into the family business, like her brother, Andrea. Andrea&amp;rsquo;s bachelor&amp;rsquo;s degree in business management was beginning to pay dividens on their little &amp;lsquo;Mom and Pop&amp;rsquo; business in less than two years after his graduation, and the business was about to have a major expansion. To be honest, Fujiko wasn&amp;rsquo;t interested in joining the family in their work, mostly because of the ridicule she had to endure as she grew up, knowing that her family sold sex toys and erotic clothing. Her father tried on several occasions to explain to her that what they were really selling were &amp;lsquo;Marital Aids,&amp;rsquo; but her uncouth schoolmates called her parents &amp;lsquo;Perverts,&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Smut Peddlers,&amp;rsquo; or &amp;lsquo;Immoral Sinners.&amp;rsquo; Fujiko took it all in stride, and even made a few friends as she grew up.
Now, here it was, Friday afternoon, and she was eager to get home. She wanted to wear her new latex cat suit she ordered online, and it was supposed to be delivered at home while she was in her morning classes. Fujiko loved the feel of latex on her skin, the tightness, the smooth texture, and even the light rubbery smell. She had worn latex jackets before, but this would be the first time wearing a complete suit, and she couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait to try it on.
She had been given a ride home by one of her friends, and she rushed home to get her new outfit. The sooner she slipped it on, the sooner they could go out and party. It was already after six in the evening, and it was getting that much closer to the bar&amp;rsquo;s closing time. Only six more hours to drink, and to meet a well hung guy! Her friend parked her car by her home&amp;rsquo;s front door and then they both ran into her house.
Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s family were all gathered around the dinner table and eating their supper. They knew Fujiko had late classes on Friday, so they always began without her. Also, they already knew of her plans to go out tonight, so they didn&amp;rsquo;t even bother setting a place for her. Her mother, already knowing this, couldn&amp;rsquo;t figure out why both girls rushed in like gang busters, with Fujiko tearing through the house as if she was looking for something.
&amp;ldquo;Mama, did I get a package today?&amp;rdquo; Fujiko asked as she started to look under the living room furniture.
&amp;ldquo;Why, yes, dear,&amp;rdquo; her mother replied, &amp;ldquo;The postman delivered it to the store today, thinking it was new merchandise. I forgot to bring it home with me. Was it important?&amp;rdquo; This reply infuriated Fujiko. It was addressed to her, so why would it be sent to the store?
&amp;ldquo;Mama! That was my new outfit! I wanted to wear it tonight!&amp;rdquo; Fujiko whined like a seven year old. Her father, who couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand to see his little girl cry, simply took the store keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her.
&amp;ldquo;Here, la mia piccola colomba,&amp;rdquo; her father said to her in Italian, &amp;ldquo;Get your outfit. Go, have fun with your friends, just don&amp;rsquo;t forget to reset the alarm, si?&amp;rdquo; Fujiko grabbed the keys out of the air, hugged her dad, and then ran back out the door with her friend. Then it was just a quick ride back to the family store.
Fujiko quickly unlocked the door and turned off the security alarm, and then she and her friend entered the darkened store. The two of them cautiously walked down the aisles, through the darkness, towards the back where the light switches were. Normally, the sun offered enough light to open and close the store, but it was already past sundown, and it was almost pitch black in there. Fujiko was a little thankful for that because she thought the place was creepy to begin with, with all of the fake penises and inflatable dolls all over the place. She joked that the place was like Dr. Frankenstein&amp;rsquo;s lab if it was designed by Lego.
The two made their way to the back room and Fujiko turned on a nearby table lamp, just inside her father&amp;rsquo;s office doorway. It illuminated the office, as well as half of the stockroom, and her brother&amp;rsquo;s work table. Her brother, aside from being an excellent accountant, was also an amateur chemist. He wanted to concoct a softer plastic to mimic human flesh to make their sex toys from, and, in the process, make a fortune on the international patent. On her brother&amp;rsquo;s table sat her package, and she ripped into it like an insane person.
She tore off the wrappings and opened the box in less than ten seconds. Inside the box was a pair of shiny black latex pants with a zipper up the right thigh, a shiny seafoam green latex long sleeve turtleneck shirt with the zipper halfway up the back, a pair of shiny black palmed gloves with seafoam green fingers, and a pair of shiny black and seafoam green high heeled women&amp;rsquo;s biker boots. She immediately placed her new outfit on the table and began removing her clothes.
&amp;ldquo;Y&amp;rsquo;know, these clothes are going to make you look like Shego from &amp;lsquo;Kim Possible,&amp;rsquo;&amp;rdquo; her friend quipped, &amp;ldquo;You better make sure you have your I.D. on you if you want to be served!&amp;rdquo; Fujiko ignored her as she stood there, fully nude, and prepared to slip into the pants. Just then, she thought of something. She dropped the pants and began to rifle through the box again.
&amp;ldquo;Did Dr. Drakken forget to send you something?&amp;rdquo; her friend quipped again as Fujiko frantically searched through the box. Fujiko threw the box across the room in frustration.
&amp;ldquo;Damn!&amp;rdquo; she said as she tossed the box, &amp;ldquo;They forgot the baby oil! How am I supposed to get into these tight clothes without some kind of lubricant?!?&amp;rdquo; She turned and dropped her head on the desk with a light thud in despair.
&amp;ldquo;Well, you can either put your regular clothes back on, or you can go naked,&amp;rdquo; her friend said slyly, &amp;ldquo;Either way is fine with me. I always thought you had a great ass!&amp;rdquo; Her friend reached out and gave her tush a light slap, which caused Fujiko to raise her head. That&amp;rsquo;s when she saw it.
On the shelf above her brother&amp;rsquo;s table was a clear glass jar filled with some white cream, almost like coconut butter. It looked like about two pints worth, and, if it was slippery, it would be just enough to cover her body so she could slip into her latex cat suit! She grabbed the jar without hesitation and stuck two fingers into the goo. It didn&amp;rsquo;t smell like coconut, nor did it have any scent, but it was viscous enough to do the job.
She began to slather it onto her legs as fast as she could, going all the way up her thighs, every inch of her ass, and even into her netherregions. It went on a little cold, with a little bit of a tingle, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t mind. She picked up her new latex pants again, and, with a little help from her friend, she was able to get into the skin tight clothing. She then repeated the process for her chest and arms, going all the way up to her neck. Her friend swabbed her back by using her discarded cotton panties as a loofah, so&amp;rsquo;s not to get any of the oil on herself, and soon Fujiko was slipping into the shirt. They had a little difficulty with both zippers, but they eventually pulled them closed. Fujiko found that the pants had little hooks along the waistline that locked into the hemline of the shirt, making an almost water tight seal between them.
Fujiko walked around the stockroom, trying to get a feel of the latex suit. It was tighter than her own skin, yet it felt right. It was confining, yet so freeing. She made a light sqeaking noise as she walked as her thighs rubbed together, and the sound turned her on for some reason. She walked around for about five minutes, until most of her joints worked out the stiffness of the new latex, and then she walked over closer to the light source.
&amp;ldquo;How do I look?&amp;rdquo; Fujiko asked her friend as she did a little pirouette. Her friend put her hand to her chin and thought before answering.
&amp;ldquo;It looks like it was painted on,&amp;rdquo; her friend replied, &amp;ldquo;I mean, it leaves little to the imagination. You might even herniate yourself if your nipples get hard, but, besides that, you look hot enough to melt glass.&amp;rdquo; Fujiko giggled in delight, and then ran over to put on her boots. She had to grease up her feet with the end of the white goo to get them on as well, but they fit her perfectly. Her hands were already greasy from applying the stuff to the rest of her body, so the gloves slipped on without any effort. She then threw the empty jar into the trash, picked up her old clothes, and then she and her friend went out to have a whole lot of fun!
They went to the local night club and had the time of their lives. Every guy in the place stared breathlessly at Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s outfit, eyeing up every curve on her body, but only the bravest among them summoned up the courage to talk to her. They drank, they danced, and they even smoked a little weed. Sadly, as the night wound down, neither she or her friend found a guy worthy enough to take home. Ah, well. Sometimes you catch the fish, sometimes you don&amp;rsquo;t. Anyway, both girls bade their goodnights to their many admirers and left the club a half hour before it closed. Her friend dropped off Fujiko off at her darkened house at two thirty in the morning, and then she sped off into the night.
Fujiko staggered through her front door, trying hard not to wake anyone. The store was closed on the weekends, and her family preferred to sleep in on Saturday, and she wanted to be courteous. She crept up the stairs to her room, quiet as possible despite her squeaking thighs, and closed her bedroom door behind her with a heavy, beer scented sigh. She wanted to just plop down on her bed and go to sleep, but she wanted to take her latex cat suit off before the white greasy stuff she used as lubricant dried up. If it did, she&amp;rsquo;d then have to scrape the clothes off with putty knives and spatulas. 
She reached over and clicked on the lamp on her vanity and then sat in the matching chair. She undid the buckles on the right boot and, with a little effort, worked her foot out of it. Her foot felt great getting out of the tight confines of the boot, and she wiggled her toes around to let the blood flow through them again. She looked at her foot and found that her skin had a bit of a shine to it, and was a minor shade darker than her normal skin. It perplexed her for a moment, but she decided to chalk it up to a mix of being drunk, having the grease still on, and the restrictive nature of her new clothes. Her skin will return to normal in the morning, after a shower and the return of normal circulation.
She removed her other boot and her gloves, and those parts of skin were also the same as her foot. With her hands now free, she found that her skin was now incredibly smooth as well. She also found that there weren&amp;rsquo;t any kinds of wrinkles on her hands, and she could almost swear that her fingerprints were gone, but that&amp;rsquo;s impossible. Another thing to chalk up to being drunk.
It took her several minutes to peel the shirt off of her buxomous torso. It was a lot less difficult to put the shirt on, but it was like her breasts didn&amp;rsquo;t want to let the latex go. Her nipples even felt a little funny when they hit the night air, complaining that they were no longer covered, so she did a quick inspection of herself in the mirror. Her breasts were swelling a bit, and her nipples were engorged with enough blood to make them as hard as diamonds. The skin on her chest matched her hands and feet, but it stopped where the turtleneck ended, and her face still had her normal color. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait until her circulation returned! She wanted to go to the beach tomorrow, and she would not look good in a bikini with her skin like this!
She was able to shimmy out of her pants fairly easily, and, lo and behold, her legs matched the rest of her body. While she still sat in front of her vanity, she gathered up her new latex outfit and threw it on top of her hamper, with the intention to clean it in a few days, but she was way too tired to do it right now. All she wanted to do is to go to bed, get some sleep, and allow her body to regain its look from this morning. She stood up, in all of her nude glory, and felt like she was going to float away. She lost her balance and fell forward, but not because she was dizzy, but she felt too light for her body. It was a strange sensation, feeling like an inflated balloon, but, again, she figured it was the alcohol. She &amp;lsquo;Floated&amp;rsquo; to her bed, climbed underneath the covers, and immediately fell asleep.
She woke up the next day, feeling stiff all over. It took a little effort to turn her head to the clock, and found the day had slipped to a little past noon. Looking past her clock, she noticed the sun illuminating through the window around the mirror of her vanity, and the fact that she left her desk lamp on all night. She felt incredibly stupid in doing such a thing, and forced her stiff body out of bed to turn it off. She slid to the edge of the bed, threw her legs over the edge with a lot of effort, and tried to sit up. Her back and neck felt like they locked together, and that her shoulders were stuck in the resting position. She did finally sit up and, with even more effort, made it to her feet. Her hips also felt like they were locked, slightly apart to boot, and she felt like John Wayne as she strutted to her vanity. She felt like she was floating with each step, her feet barely touching the ground. She reached out to turn off the light, but her fingers seemed to be stuck together, and they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t move independently. She took a peek at her hand and found a flesh colored plastic mitten instead.
Fujiko was confused at first, thinking that she was still drunk from last night. She rotated her wrist, but her whole arm turned instead, and she found what looked like a seam running up the bottom of her arm. She lifted her stiff arm to follow the seam up to her armpit, and that&amp;rsquo;s when she glanced at the mirror. The shiny, plastic looking, slightly darker skin that the rest of her body had from her clothes last nigh had somehow spread up into her face, making her lips the gaudiest ruby red she had ever seen. Her eyes looked like vacant glass eyeballs with lifeless brown irises, and her eyebrows looked like they were now fake hair. There was another seam, one that ran from her hairline at her left temple, down her cheek, under her chin, up her other cheek, up to her right temple, and disappear back behind her hairline, perfectly framing her face. The hair on her head was the same length and color as normal, but now it looked like an artificial wig.
Fujiko tried to scream, but no sound came out and her lips barely moved. Her face didn&amp;rsquo;t change expression either, it still had the same peaceful look she woke up with. She began to panic as she looked down at her body. She found seams running down both sides of her ribs going down to her thighs, as well as two continuous seams surrounding both of her now enormous breasts. Her nipples were now permanently erect and made of dark pink plastic. Her legs looked like they were spreading apart slowly, and she seemed to be beginning to stand on her toes, although her toes had looked like they merged into extensions of her feet. She quickly realized that she had to do something, and do it fast. One quick look into the mirror again and she saw her mouth was beginning to open into a strange position.
Fujiko hobbled as fast as she could out of her room, still completely naked, and heard her parents downstairs. She did her best to navigate the stairs, but ended up sliding down the railing. Her joints were locking up fast, and she was running out of time. She reached the first floor and tried screaming for help, but, again, she made no sound. She hobbled into the living room where her parents were sitting, watching a soccer match on the TV. Her mother saw her as she entered the room.
&amp;ldquo;Oh, my God, Fujiko, what happened to you?!?&amp;rdquo; her mother screamed as she sprang from her seat in horror. Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s legs had finally locked into their new permanent position, and she could no longer maintain her balance. Her mother grabbed her around her waist, and Fujiko made an airy, squeaky noise like a dog&amp;rsquo;s chew toy. Her father got up to help his wife and daughter.
&amp;ldquo;Fujiko, what&amp;rsquo;s wrong?&amp;rdquo; her father asked as her mother tried to sit her down in a nearby chair. Her stiffened body was pliable, like an inflatable pool toy, but it sprung back into it&amp;rsquo;s original shape when the pressure was released, so she rested on the very top of the chair and the very edge of the seat. The entire time, Fujiko kept on waving her plastic hands all over the parts of the body her stiffening frame could still reach.
&amp;ldquo;Piccola colomba, we don&amp;rsquo;t understand!&amp;rdquo; her father said as he took her hand, making her give off another plastic like squeak. While this was going on, her mouth kept on contorting, and it was soon in the shape of a large O.
&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s going on?&amp;rdquo; Andrea asked as he entered the room, carrying a large bowl of nachos and cheese. Fujiko heard him come in, and she immediately began to pointing a plastic mitten at him. Andrea froze in surprise and dropped his bowl, letting it crash to the floor all over his shoes. He then rushed over to his sister and grabbed her other hand, just in time for her arms to stop moving. He immediately surmized what had happened.
&amp;ldquo;Fuji,&amp;rdquo; Andrea asked his sister, &amp;ldquo;Did you dump that jar of white gel above my desk at the store onto yourself?&amp;rdquo; His question wasn&amp;rsquo;t what happened, but it was close enough for Fujiko to answer yes. So, with her last ounce of free movement, she nodded her plastic head in agreement. Andrea closed his eyes tight in despair, and then lowered his head.
&amp;ldquo;What? What happened?!?&amp;rdquo; their father demanded. Andrea stood up, stepped back, and took a full look at his sister. She now looked like an inflatable sex doll, complete with open vagina, anus, and mouth, waiting for a willing penis. Her legs were spread open for easy access, and her arms were slightly bent up to give her patron a loose hug.
&amp;ldquo;My artificial skin,&amp;rdquo; Andrea said under his breath, &amp;ldquo;She found my artificial skin formula.&amp;rdquo; Both of their parents looked confused.
&amp;ldquo;I was working on a new kind of latex skin, one that felt more like human skin,&amp;rdquo; Andrea continued, &amp;ldquo;I was going to use it first on a new type of sex doll, but then offer it as a medical replacement for burn patients, after I worked out all of the bugs. It&amp;rsquo;s a mix of chemicals and nanites right now, and it was supposed to harden into latex when it was spread two centimeters thick, but it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t harden. I was going to work on it some more next week, but she must&amp;rsquo;ve dumped it onto herself!&amp;rdquo; Their father immediately grabbed his daughter with another loud squeak and carried her towards the front door.
&amp;ldquo;Come!&amp;rdquo; he yelled to the rest of the family, &amp;ldquo;To the store!&amp;rdquo; The family climbed into the car and sped off to the store. Their father reasoned that if Andrea did this, even if inadvertently by accident. then he can undo it, so they needed to be where Andrea did his work. Their mother asked why Fujiko was so light, and Andrea explained that the nanites were programmed to be used to make inflatable sex toys, so they had to have converted Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s internal organs into either oxygen or some other natural gas. Their father and mother really didn&amp;rsquo;t care about any of that, they only wanted their daughter back to normal.
They reached the store, and they all hurried inside, with Andrea carrying his sister. They rushed into the back so fast, they forgot to lock the door behind them. Andrea, knowing his limited space to work, placed Fujiko on the counter near the register, and then rushed into the back himself to begin working.
Fujiko was now alone, laying on top of the counter, resting right against a pyramid display of factory made sex dolls neatly folded in their display boxes. She was looking out across the store, having a stuck line of vision, and saw all of the depraved things the perverts of the world would buy. She was a little envious of the size of the dildoes on the shelf across on the other wall. She would love to find a guy with a cock that big! Just looking of it made her plastic pussy ache for some attention.
She stayed there, by herself, listening to her family move around in the back room, occasionally arguing about what they should do next. Fujiko was wondering if she would ever be normal again, in spite of the Three Stooges that were her family, and she began to think that what happened to her really wasn&amp;rsquo;t all that bad. As long as they change her back in time for her college finals, she could stay like this for a while.
Ding Ding!!
Fujiko was interrupted by the entrance bell on the door. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t see who came in, but she did hear three different male voices.
&amp;ldquo;I thought they were closed on the weekend,&amp;rdquo; one voice said.
&amp;ldquo;Maybe they changed them,&amp;rdquo; Another voice added.
&amp;ldquo;Who cares?&amp;rdquo; a third voice argued, &amp;ldquo;If we can find one good enough, this&amp;rsquo;ll be the best rush party ever!&amp;rdquo; Fujiko heard what all three of them, and immediately understood what they were talking about. A &amp;lsquo;Rush Party&amp;rsquo; is a college fraternity razing party, where they make this years pledges perform humiliating and disgusting stunts to prove their loyalty to the fraternity. The question is, what were they in here for?
&amp;ldquo;Look at that one, over there on the counter!&amp;rdquo; the second voice exclaimed, and then Fujiko heard hurried footsteps rush over to her. Suddenly, three well built men in their early twenties sprang into her view. They all had blue blazers on, with three familiar greek letters embroidered over their hearts. Fujiko recognized the fraternity letters, and she shuddered. The frat they&amp;rsquo;re from is known to be full of sexual predators, the kind of guys that won&amp;rsquo;t take &amp;lsquo;No&amp;rsquo; for an answer. One of the three reached up and grabbed one of Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s tits and gave it a nice, firm squeeze. She gave out another little squeak, but despite the coldness of someone nonchalantly grabbing her boob, she loved how his hand felt. It surprised her more than anyone that the sensation turned her on to no end!
&amp;ldquo;Hey, you gotta feel this!&amp;rdquo; the guy who felt her up exclaimed, &amp;ldquo;It don&amp;rsquo;t feel like plastic!&amp;rdquo; He gave her tit another squeeze, and Fujiko shuddered in sexual excitement. One of the other men grabbed her other tit, while the third one slid two fingers into her open vagina. Their touches drove Fujiko up the wall in ecstacy, and she suddenly had an intense orgasm. Unfortunately, her inflated body had no outward reaction.
&amp;ldquo;May I help you three?&amp;rdquo; Fujiko heard her father sternly ask as she heard two sets of footsteps approach along the rear of the counters,
&amp;ldquo;Please take your hands off of the merchandise,&amp;rdquo; she heard her mother say from the same direction as her father. All three men quickly retracted their hands from her body, to her heartfelt dismay, and took two steps back.
&amp;ldquo;Yes, how much for this inflatable doll?&amp;rdquo; The man who had his fingers in Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s pussy asked as he pointed at her. She felt slightly aghast at his question, but strangely excited when he asked.
&amp;ldquo;That one is not for sale,&amp;rdquo; she heard her father, who was still behind her by the cash register, &amp;ldquo;But we do have a wide selection of other inflatable sexual companions available&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;No,&amp;rdquo; one of the other frat boys interrupted, &amp;ldquo;We want that one, the Asian looking one with the lifelike plastic skin and huge tits.&amp;rdquo; Fujiko had another mixed burst of disgust and excitement.
&amp;ldquo;Gentlemen, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, but this particular one is not for sale,&amp;rdquo; Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s mother insisted.
&amp;ldquo;Five hundred Euros for it, cash money,&amp;rdquo; the first frat boy exclaimed as he reached for his wallet. Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s heart jumped. She knew that the most expensive sex doll they sell in the store is almost one third of the five hundred Euros the guy just offered. She would be blushing with erotic pride if she could.
&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; her father reiterated.
&amp;ldquo;Seven hundred,&amp;rdquo; the frat boy upped his price.
&amp;ldquo;You boys don&amp;rsquo;t understand, we can&amp;rsquo;t sell you this one!&amp;rdquo; her mother immediately replied sternly.
&amp;ldquo;One thousand Euros,&amp;rdquo; the frat boy exclaimed as he pulled five two hundred Euro bills from his wallet. Fujiko was waiting for her father to throw all three men from his store, but all she heard was silence. After an incredibly long brief moment, her father spoke up.
&amp;ldquo;Will you three give us a moment, please?&amp;rdquo; he said, and then Fujiko heard some scuffling feet followed by muffled whispers. Apparently, her parents had backed away to talk privately. Are they actually thinking of selling their daughter as a sex toy? The thought infuriated Fujiko, but the thought of it excited her into another orgasm. She felt a little lucky that her new plastic body doesn&amp;rsquo;t show any signs of her cumming because the embarrasment of her parents watching her undulate while in the throes of orgasm on their store counter would make her want to die! As the waves of pleasure slowly faded from her plastic body, she heard her parents return to the counter behind her.
&amp;ldquo;Gentlemen,&amp;rdquo; Fujiko heard her mother start in a professional manner, &amp;ldquo;Sadly, we still can not sell this particular doll. However, we can let you rent it for one thousand Euros a day, or fifteen hundred for the remainder of the weekend.&amp;rdquo; The three guys faces all lit up with joy, and they started to high five each other.
Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s parents and the three men agreed to terms on the rental, to both her dismay and horny excitement. What they worked out was that the three men would sign a hastily written contract that Andrea typed up, agreeing to take extreme care of the Fujiko sex toy, but use it in any sexual way they wished. They were forbidden to write, burn, mark, scuff, or mar it any way shape or form. They were also forbidden to release its air or to add any more. They were to use it only as it is intended, and they were to clean it up before they return it, which was to be before ten AM Monday morning. They had to leave their student IDs, drivers licenses, and the one guy had to leave the registration for his car as a deposit, which they would get back once the sex  doll was returned. If, by chance, any damage is done to the sex doll, specified or not specified in the contract, each of the three would be liable for two hundred and fifty thousand Euros, totaling seven hundred and fifty thousand, owed to the sex doll&amp;rsquo;s shop of origin. All three horny college frat boys read the contract and willingly signed it.
An hour later, Fujiko was being carried into the frat house where the party had already started. The house was full of college kids, some who Fujiko knew. All of the frat members were there with their girlfriends on their arms, drinking down cheap beer and liquor, mulling about the place and laughing or belittling the frat&amp;rsquo;s pledges. The eight pledges were ordered to stand in the center of the main hall, wearing nothing but their underwear and socks. To add to their humiliation, they were also wearing women&amp;rsquo;s sun bonnets.
&amp;ldquo;Hey, Everyone! The guest of honor is here!&amp;rdquo; the one frat guy who paid for Fujiko yelled as he entered the room, and he held her naked, plastic body up for all to see. Everyone there cheered as if they had met a long lost friend, and held up their glasses up as a toast to her. Fujiko was a little scared about what was going to happen next, but deep down she hoped that someone would just fuck her.
&amp;ldquo;Attention, Pledges!&amp;rdquo; the man holding Fujiko announced, &amp;ldquo;In order to prove that you&amp;rsquo;re worthy to carry on our frat&amp;rsquo;s high standards as men, you are all going to show all of us that you know how to satisfy a woman! So, in order to do that, you are all going to please our beautiful guest here, with all of us watching, and you&amp;rsquo;re going to do it three times! If you can&amp;rsquo;t fire three loads into our volunteer here, then pack up your shit and leave! Understand?&amp;rdquo; Everyone there cheered again over the announcement. Fujiko was held out in front of the eight underwear clad men, and she saw fear in their eyes. She also saw boners in some of their drawers, and, if her pussy could become wet again, her legs would have little streams of fluid down to her knees.
One of the pledges reached out and cautiously took Fujiko around the waist. He lifted her up slowly, and then gently began to suck on one of her plastic nipples. The sensation was exquisite, more intense than any other time her nipple had been sucked before. She didn&amp;rsquo;t know if it was because she now had a plastic nipple or if she was that incredibly turned on, but Fujiko almost passed out from the pleasure. Suddenly, she felt another hand on her ass, and it slowly worked its way to her gaping plastic asshole. Her fixed vision wouldn&amp;rsquo;t let her see who it was, but she did notice it was someone with experience handling asses. She felt three fingers dive into her ass, and then slowly retreat, and then plunge back in again, and Fujiko loved every minute of it. 
The room went silent as everyone watched two of the pledges begin to molest Fujiko. One was sucking on her nipple while another was playing with her ass. She felt another hand slip around from behind her, probably the second guy&amp;rsquo;s other hand, and it slowly made its way to her clit. It began tapping out a gibberish morse code message to her brain, and she instantly had another, yet more intense, orgasm. This one lasted quite a while, and she reveled every second of it. As the pleasure slowly rolled away, the boy sucking her nipple took a big bite on her tit, and it caused her to squeak like a mouse on helium. The silence of the moment broke, and everyone started laughing!
The faux pas was not noticed by the two pledges, however. The first one was now turned on enough to want to fuck, so he lowered his underwear with one hand. The second guy noticed what the first one was doing, so he released his grip on Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s clit and lowered his own underwear. With two quick, simultaneous thrusts, both pledges shoved their hard cocks into both of Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s pussy and asshole, respectively. They weren&amp;rsquo;t the biggest dicks she ever had, but they both made her cum again instantly. The boys began thrusting, first together, but slowly reverting to a tandem piston thrusting motion. Fujiko didn&amp;rsquo;t care what pace they took. She was still cumming from when they first put their cocks into her. She wished to God that she could contract either one of her holes to make them tighter, enhancing the pleasure for the boys that were fucking her brains out.
The two men stopped, to Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s disappointment, but this was only a brief respite. She found that the guy fucking her ass had laid down on the floor and was already pulling her back to fuck her ass some more. The guy pounding her pussy got down on his knees and re-entered her once the guy on the ground had already started thrusting again. She was now laying on top of one guy with the other on top of her, and they were both going like adrenaline jacked up rabbits. Fujiko had resumed her constant state of orgasm as they pounded her lower holes, but now their hands were free to play with her tits. Each grab elicited another little squeak, and the absolute pleasure was driving her insane. She never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined anyone could feel this blissful! However, she didn&amp;rsquo;t expect what was going to happen next.
Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s vision was now spinning from the ultimate amount of pleasure no other human could ever endure. She was in a Moebius orgasm, a continuous state of cumming, no respite in sight let alone requested. Through her climaxed induced drunken sight, she was able to hallucinate another huge cock headed straight for her nose. She giggled at the thought of it, but then she felt the warm, fleshy knob of another cock against her O shaped lips, and then a sudden thrust of a dick down her throat. She felt a set of balls hit her chin, and throbbing veins of a hot, hard shaft driving in and out of her mouth. Another pledge had decided to get in on the action, and chose to get a blowjob from Fujiko. Her pleasure senses were in overdrive before, but now they were into hyperdrive!
It was at this point that Fujiko lost all her senses of reality. Wave upon wave of pleasure assaulted her body, and it got to the point where she was in ecstacy overload. The best way to describe it is when a hard narcotics addict does enough of their chosen drug past the point of normal use but below the point of overdose. This is basically happened to Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s mind. She was joyfully led into a state of pure bliss, and the rest of the real world melted away. She did have an occasional flash of what was happening to her, like when one of the other pledges wrapped her inflated hand around his cock for an impromptu hand job. She vaguely remembers one pledge using her hair like reins as he plowed her from behind. She has a hazy vision of one of the girls at the party pulled up her shirt in front of the sex doll and stuffed her tit into Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s open mouth. Stranger still, she thinks someone was licking her well fucked plastic pussy for some time, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t know if it was a boy or girl.
Fujiko didn&amp;rsquo;t regain her senses until the next day, when she awoke to find herself on someone&amp;rsquo;s bed in a dorm room. Although her mouth couldn&amp;rsquo;t move, she was still able to taste and her mouth tasted like a mix of beer, salty semen, and rubbing alcohol. She was propped up, but all she could see was a door, the bottom half of the bed she was on, and part of a dresser. She had no idea what the time was, but the sun was a little dim through the window. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t entirely sure what had happened yesterday, aside from miniscule bits and pieces she remembered, but she did feel the most sexually satisfied she had ever felt before. She was basking in her afterglow when the door in front of her opened, and in walked the frat boy who fingered her pussy in her parent&amp;rsquo;s store.
&amp;ldquo;Well, baby, I guess it&amp;rsquo;s you and me until tomorrow!&amp;rdquo; he said as he closed the door behind him and immediately began to remove his clothes. Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s heart skipped a beat in anticipation, knowing that she was going to be fucked unmercilessly in a few seconds. Her heart almost stopped completely when the guy removed his trousers, and she saw one of the largest human cocks she had ever seen. It was already fully erect, and it must have been eleven inches long and almost three inches in circumfrence!
The guy put his knee on the bed, grabbed Fujiko by her foot, and pulled her closer to him, and so she was now flat on her back. The man pounced on top of her and shoved his cock inside her pussy. Fujiko went into another instant orgasm, but they guy wasn&amp;rsquo;t finished. He snaked his arms around her sides, ran his hands up her back, and grabbed hold of the top of her shoulders. And, with a fast, open mouth face dive to her tits, he began to fuck away on the plastic sex doll with all of his might. 
It was incredible, and Fujiko loved every minute of it, but it wasn&amp;rsquo;t the same as last night. She was having several back to back orgasms, yes, however it wasn&amp;rsquo;t like when she had all three of her holes plugged at once. She rode each of her orgasms with reckless abandon, savoring every millimeter of the guy&amp;rsquo;s cock as he went to town in her. She never wanted it to end, but, without any warning, the guy suddenly shot his semen inside her plastic pussy. She didn&amp;rsquo;t have the chance to feel any of her admirers cum inside her yesterday, and she wished she did. Feeling his hot baby batter paint her interior womb was another incredibly orgasmic sensation for her, and she almost passed out again.
As most women will attest, once a man reaches orgasm, he usually has no longer need for the woman. This guy is no exception, especially the fact that his current woman is a piece of plastic. He shot his load, pistoned out the rest of the erection, and then unceremoneously rolled off of Fujiko. She didn&amp;rsquo;t have the chance to finish off her own last, most intense orgasm of the afternoon, and this limp dick was done. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t long before he was snoring, and she was laying there, frustrated, and no way for her to take matters into her own hands.
Fujiko was eventually able to fall asleep, although having permanently open eyes and an insensitive jerk snoring next to her. She was awoken the next morning by cold water splashing all over her body, snapping her out of her slumber in the most vile way. She was able to focus enough to find herself in some kind of communal shower, and she was surrounded by a bunch of guys that looked like the frat pledges from earlier. They were all naked and wet around her, and they were all armed with toothbrushes. The eight boys were scrubbing her body clean with the toothbrushes, and they covered every inch of her. They even scrubbed out her three orifices, which unexpectedly gave her yet another orgasm, and one of the guys even shampooed her wiglike hair. Once the frat brother supervising them was satisfied that Fujiko was clean, he ordered the pledges to dry her off and put a white tericloth robe on her, and then put her back in the main hall.
The pledges did what they were told, and they leaned Fujiko up against a sofa in the same room she was literally screwed senseless a short time ago. Seeing the room made her a bit wistful and teary-eyed, knowing how much physical pleasure she had here, and wondered if she would ever hit that height of sexual bliss again. This made her pussy tingle, and now she wanted to be fucked again by anybody with a hard cock.
Sadly, the three frat boys who &amp;lsquo;Rented&amp;rsquo; her in the first place came into the room, picked her up, and carried her back out to a waiting car. After a short ride, they were all back at Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s parent&amp;rsquo;s store. The store was open for business like any other Monday morning, and the three men carried her in. The door&amp;rsquo;s entry bell dinged, and her parents came to the register from the back room. The guys removed the white robe from her and put her naked form on the counter. She was in the same position she was in when she was first rented, facing away from her family and looking out across the store.
&amp;ldquo;Welcome back, gentlemen,&amp;rdquo; Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s mother greeted the three boys, &amp;ldquo;How was your weekend?&amp;rdquo; All three of them chuckled out loud.
&amp;ldquo;Ma&amp;rsquo;am, that was the best fifteen hundred Euros I&amp;rsquo;ve ever spent!&amp;rdquo; the first frat boy gleefully cheered, &amp;ldquo;We had a ball with this doll! Everyone used her, and no one complained! In fact, some of our brothers used her more than twice!&amp;rdquo; Fujiko was astounded when she heard that! Did she really get fucked by the whole frat house, and some more than two times? It wasn&amp;rsquo;t so much the quantity of cocks that were inside her that bothered her, it was the fact that it felt sooo good that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t remember most of it!
Fujiko let her mind drift, resavoring the weekend of sexual submission and multiorgasmic induced amnesia, completely ignoring the rest of her family&amp;rsquo;s transaction with the other three men. She laid there on the counter, trying as hard as she can to remember how many cocks fucked her, aside from the eight pledges obviously, and how each one added to her blissful state. Then one of the frat boys said something that brought her back to the here and now.
&amp;ldquo;How much for me to rent her for Wednesday night?&amp;rdquo;
Fujiko&amp;rsquo;s life has never been the same since that one Friday that she wanted to celebrate her birthday. Being transformed into a latex plastic sex doll had become both a blessing and a curse for her. Her family had found it incredibly lucriative to rent her out, and there were hundreds of horny perverts that gladly handed over the Euros to fuck her for the night, or over several nights. Fujiko loved being fucked by every cock that entered any of her three holes, and she loved being banged into blissful oblivion on a near daily basis. The downside was that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t complain, refuse someone, laugh at a small cock, or request which hole of hers would be fucked first. And, worse of all, she couldn&amp;rsquo;t move.
Her family became blinded by the money they made off of Fujiko almost overnight. Andrea, who had spent the first weekend of her transformation tirelessly searching for a way to reverse the process, instead found ways to upgrade her. He put a hole where her belly button used to be and installed an inflation valve. This way, she could be completely deflated and cleaned more easily, mostly by her mother throwing her into the washing machine. He also reinforced her seams, making sure they could hold more air pressure, ensuring that her holes would seem tighter.
Her father began a tasteful advertising campaign, having a photographer taking pictures of her in various states of dressed and undressed poses, specifying to the public that she was a sex doll, the most realistic ever created, and it was one of a kind. The ad specified that the doll was for rent only, and that all interested had to sign an extremely stringent contract to rent her. The ad campaign became an overnight sensation, and perverted men came from all over the country and the continent to spend the night with her.
Soon, Fujiko was booked nearly every day, in more demand than most pop musicians. Her family even stopped calling her by name, referring to her as &amp;lsquo;It.&amp;rsquo; Thanks to her, however, the family decided not to expand, and to keep only their humble little sex shop. She has made the family into millionaires, so they no longer had to think about the hassle of more stores. Fujiko now gets blissfully fucked on average every twelve hours, and she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have it any other way. Her family loves the money their prize fuck doll brings in. And everybody is happy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Creating a Fantasy Girl</title><link>/stories/2018/01/24/creating-a-fantasy-girl/</link><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/24/creating-a-fantasy-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Dollybot TF
&lt;em&gt;(This story idea originates from some roleplay I was doing with ’lustycatgirl2003’ on Yahoo chat, she gave me the original premise and idea, and I have developed the rest, but just wanted to say thanks to her for planting the idea in my ‘circuits’.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The telephone rang in the office and Stephanie’s boss picked it up and
answered it,“ Certainly Mrs Duval, I will send Stephanie across to collect the fax you
wish to be sent straightaway. ”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Creating a Fantasy Girl</title><link>/stories/2018/01/24/creating-a-fantasy-girl/</link><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/24/creating-a-fantasy-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Dollybot TF
(This story idea originates from some roleplay I was doing with ’lustycatgirl2003’ on Yahoo chat, she gave me the original premise and idea, and I have developed the rest, but just wanted to say thanks to her for planting the idea in my ‘circuits’.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The telephone rang in the office and Stephanie’s boss picked it up and
answered it,“ Certainly Mrs Duval, I will send Stephanie across to collect the fax you
wish to be sent straightaway. ”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Two Schauerkappe Weddings</title><link>/stories/2017/03/02/two-schauerkappe-weddings/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/03/02/two-schauerkappe-weddings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the story &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="schauerkappe.html"&gt;Schauerkappe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; the narrator described how, through a series of errors, he had become Marla Schauerkappe&amp;rsquo;s plastic prisoner, had been turned into an inflatable woman by Marla&amp;rsquo;s teenaged son Dale, and made pregnant with a raincoat, and then, after giving birth to the new raincoat and discovering that Marla and her husband Beaubeau had captured themselves a new pair of inflated plastic prisoners, was scheduled to be married to Dale. This is how the wedding went.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-three-bagged"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three: Bagged!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After spending that first weekend mostly kept in the box, bound with several straps, while dressed again as his latex sex doll, I’d come to love or should I say crave being kept this way, maybe I was becoming too much like a doll, an object to be used and discarded and not as a living, breathing, thinking person, or even a woman with her own desires and needs, though I guess that they were currently being taken care of with me being kept as his sex doll. But I didn’t seem to care, I was his to do with as he pleased, and I was loving every moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-two-back-as-the-doll"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two: Back as the Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Friday afternoon when he rang me at work and asked me to come directly to his place after work. He wouldn’t elaborate but said that I would enjoy myself. My tummy went into backflips at the thought of what might happen, I was certain that I would definitely enjoy myself. I hurried to get through my work, my mind drifting off to what would be happening later. I decided to finish early and rang him back to tell him so, he agreed to meet me and have a drink before heading home. Once we were together in the bar I kept asking what he had in store for me this weekend, but he refused to answer other than to say that I would be enclosed and maybe kept bound all weekend, it all sounded very enticing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>