Barbie Doll

by InYourDreams

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Storycodes: M/f; dolls; mc; conditioning; latex; transform; lovedoll; sex; oral; cons; X


In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover’s fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance that echoed along the corridors of her mind, like a constant and faithful companion.

For Becka realised that her will had been broken, that she would unerringly make whatever perverted twisted choice Pete presented to her, and she loved it. In fact, she realised that she loved it all the more, and her juices would soak her, when her choices separated her inexorably from her humanity. Pete longed for her to do this, and although he never pushed her, she would willingly embrace them, swelling with lust and adoration of him. The sexual lust even now made her heart thump in her chest, pricking at her nipples and seeping into her latex encrusted cunt. Her adoration for Pete and all he loved had come to define her. She was as firmly fixed in place as a stamp pressed to its hinge inside its collector’s album.

Oh yes, she had choices – she knew in some far off distant perfect world choice was always available. She pictured with bitterness her friends sitting around a dinner table somewhere and telling her so, their unspoken accusation of her duplicity hanging over the meal. They would not be able to understand her desire to be consumed, the impossibility of resistance, the urge to feel once more and again the wave of powerful orgasm that made every one of her nerve endings buzz with an erotic charge. Her sexuality revved in an atmosphere too pure, too high an octane that it threatened to accelerate away, crashing into a life too overcharged for her to bear, yet bear it she would.

Lying on the bed, Becka tested once more the knots that bound her wrists, secured them behind her, and she felt another small globule of her juices squeeze through her slit and slickly coat her cunt. The movement shifted the face before her. She stared into the vacant round eyes, inches from her own, and the mocking pleasant smile stretched broadly over the impossibly large face. The eyes huge, round and an unreal bright green with a plastic sheen. Their blank stare of obedience held her gaze, and Becka reflected that stare with her own, locked so close eyeball to plastic eyeball. She felt hypnotised by the glare of their unrelenting, indifferent stare which held her thoughts locked in inactivity, and the lack of stimulation left her mind shutting down, her thoughts sluggish. Her mind revolved slowly, around and around the same thoughts, like a mantra she was too dense to absorb, so having to repeat it over and over. The softly spoken lilt chiming at the limits of her consciousness making her envy the dolls perfect form, its singleness and clarity of purpose, and she sensed, in some indefinable way, the enormous pleasure the doll received each time it was taken out to be used. How could anyone envy a plastic sex doll like she did?

The relentless hours had left Becka feeling weak, her muscles atrophying. She didn’t feel able to move her arms, even if they hadn’t been tied. But tying them had been important, it had forced her into immobility and to become used to it. Each time she shifted, the bulbous plug trapped inside her mouth, connecting her to this doll, shifted. A dribble of doll cum would slither down her throat and settle with painfully monitored slowness into her belly. Slowly, Becka felt her mind clearing, as if she could, with an effort of will, force her thoughts to break out of their debilitating cycle. Her awareness seemed to slowly lift and circle, like a fog twisting in mesmeric coils shifting and gradually lifting, spiralling upwards releasing their grip upon her. New thoughts started to appear in her mind, but Becka could not control them. Memories started to float through her, images of her journey to this point where she lay with the fire of longing burning in her belly to become one of the dolls in Pete’s collection.

Becka had always loved dolls, and especially little Barbie dolls. As a kid, she had made a huge collection of them and she loved being able to dress them and play with them. She had been an only child, and hadn’t been very good at making friends at school either. She remembered all those years of being bullied just because she was short. “Little Squirt!” they had called her. Playing with her dolls comforted her. There was a security and a reassurance she felt during that play, because the doll always behaved exactly as she wanted it to. Now, looking back, she thought that part of the pleasure was the absolute control, the certainty that the Barbie doll would never do anything unexpected or unwanted. It had no will of its own.

Well Pete was a match made in heaven. She couldn’t believe a guy would be interested in doll stuff. Yet his house was full of little models and figurines he had collected. Many were from movies or TV shows, he had a lot of gaming dolls or figures which he would painstakingly paint in uniforms. Yet he also had Barbie dolls and other pretty little dollies that looked so sexy! That was amazing. She loved the tiny teeny outfits he had made for them. On the smaller models, he had painted sexy outfits that fit tight over their bodies. He paid such particular attention to their design, with little metal rings in their belts that caught on the angle of their hips. As she had picked them up, the light had glittered from the metal and a dusting of sequin spray over their faces gave them a magical allure. She had squealed with delight at them, and her heart had melted. She had found her soul mate.

Not that Pete wasn’t all man. He had other dolls too! And wow did they look hot. These were full size sex dolls that had obscene holes screaming to be fucked. He would dress them up too, in hot outfits he had bought specially for them. He had a whole collection of short skirts and latex corsets and mini dresses in light cotton that could be lifted by the slightest breeze. He had told her how sometimes he took one of them with him to the cinema and he would watch the guys around, struggling to take their eyes off her and unable to concentrate on the film. The dolls were so lifelike, and when he dressed them up everyone looked at him with envy. He even caught one guy pulling on his stiff cock as he stared in the half light at his doll.

Pete loved to talk about his dolls, and he was always looking for new outfits for them to wear. Becka was hooked, and she just loved spending time with Pete talking about the dolls and their outfits. It seemed to her that perhaps like her, Pete was shy and found it easier being with his dolls. Together they would go out and hunt for new clothes for them and then dress them up. Pete had this lubricant that he used to fill their openings. It was thick and syrupy although colourless, with little bubbles trapped frozen inside the viscous slime. He had a little funnel, and would get Becka to use it to fill some of the gaping holes in the doll so that it slowly trickled out and down the doll’s legs. It looked like she had just been fucked and cum was oozing out while she was out with them. The gooey fluid glistening over the perfect latex skin drooling under the hem of the short cotton printed skirt.

Becka got very excited with these games, and encouraged by Pete she learned to love licking out the dolls pussy or ass. She had never considered herself as bi, never been interested in girls. But having these sexy dolls around her that she could boss around and was able to dress up as she liked tapped into all those games she had played with Barbie. Playing with these life size dolls was just so much fun. She loved the way their skin shone and could entice her so much, and she loved the way Pete introduced them into their sex life. She found it liberating, intoxicating. She could dress the dolls out in her own sexual fantasies: anything from cheap street whores to glamorous revealing outfits that she would love to wear but could not feel confident enough to. She got so excited dressing them just the way she wanted. It all seemed to happen so naturally.

Pete bought other clothes for Becka too, and he would bring them home in huge colourful boxes all tied up with ribbon. She would squeal with delight as she read the card he had written on them: “To Becka Hart, queen of all my dolls.” Inside she would find little tulle nighties, or camisoles in red silk each with a picture of Barbie on the front. He also bought her panties, little girlie panties with cute horses or bunnies or cherries on them; but she loved best the ones that also featured Barbie on the front wearing different sexy outfits. She loved kneeling on the bed, resting back on her hands, her head tilted back and thrusting out her mound to Pete as he placed his face so close between her thighs. She presented to him the Barbie doll imprinted across her mound, identifying her sex with the Barbie figure. She got used to his calling her his Barbie girl, and she longed to dress up in the outfits featured on the clothes he had selected. Somehow Becka always ended up wearing what Pete had chosen, and she was falling in love with Barbie all over again.

All the Barbie outfits were really sexy and Becka loved displaying them over her mound. He always bought the panties for her a little small, so she was squeezed inside them. He said he loved the way her cunt was pressed right up behind Barbie, lips parted as if to swallow her and hold her captive inside her core. He also commended her on the way she kept her legs so her panties were always clearly visible, even padding about the house. He came to refer to her Barbie panties as her familiar, inseparable from her, and she grew more and more intense desire to wear them always: like her icon. In time these thoughts became more reinforced with practice, and it excited her to think of him dressing her as his Barbie doll, so she would stand naked before him while he slipped the panties up her legs. As he did so, he would describe to her how she was transforming into Barbie as he slid the panties around her hips and released the elastic to grip tightly around her sex. The idea of Becka disappearing and her becoming the attractive icon Barbie excited her so much found her cunny leaking juices into her panty almost immediately, soaking into the Barbie figure. Pete would comment on the little stain she was making, and encourage her to make it larger by painting vivid pictures of her body adorned in the outfit he had now stretched tightly across her sex.

Pete was very attentive and he wanted to share all things he was crazy about with Becka. He was really into stories of cartoon heroines and he wanted Becka to like them too. She was not so sure. She loved the dressing and playing games, but cartoons was never something that had interested her. Reluctantly, after much badgering, she agreed to listen to some recordings of stories he read out from his comics. Pete had plenty of adult comics and he selected some stories to read from his favourite Sailor Moon series. This girl was always getting into scrapes and ending up being fucked because of her gorgeous mature body wrapped in innocent yet revealing costumes. On the CDs he made, Pete spent a lot of time describing the sexy outfits. As Becka listened to them she was sure she would get bored quickly, but to please him she gave it a go. To her surprise she actually started enjoying the stories from the first. She pictured herself as the ditzy heroine in all the sexy outfits, and she imagined looking so hot that the guys in the story were compelled to fuck her, even those who tried to resist; her naivety made it so easy for them. She would never have imagined getting turned on by listening to Pete’s voice recounting the details of the sex and how the girls mind went blank as cum was shot up her cunny or over her face. Pete was so good at painting these pictures of herself in her mind.

Becka was so in love with Pete. She would sit for hours listening to these stories in her headphones. She had never been interested in comic book characters before, but anything that fascinated Pete now fascinated her too. She would wear anything for him too, and it was so obvious. Now when they went out shopping for clothes for the dolls, Pete would not ask her opinion because he already knew she would love anything he liked. He used her to model the clothes in the shop and she would stand before the mirror in the changing room and try to imagine the doll wearing them. Sometimes it was hard for her to distinguish between seeing herself in them from seeing one of his dolls. Becka started to think what it would be like to be one of the dolls. Before she would have been horrified at the idea, but now she wasn’t so sure. She thought about the freedom from responsibility, and that nothing would be expected from her. The thought of being dressed by Pete and having her body adorned by revealing innocent schoolgirl clothes, just like Sailor Moon, excited her very much. She was sure Pete’s cock would also be driven into an enormous erection by her innocent look. There was something luscious about the idea. She also started to feel how relaxing she would find having her body manipulated like a doll, doing nothing but responding: literally mindless sex. Becka realised she was very wet and would stain the clothes, then he’d have to buy them. She giggled at that thought.

The more they shopped, the more Becka tried on outfits and the more she thought about what it would feel like having sex as a doll. This was making her increasingly excited. So when Pete suggested one time Becka to remove the clothes from the doll he had just fucked, and put them on herself; just to see how she looked in the raunchy outfit, well…. She didn’t hesitate. At first Becka had found it a little bit unsettling. A moment or two before she had been pulling the doll’s legs wide into a revealing position to ease Pete’s access to it, and now she was turning herself into that doll while Pete waited. The uniform was incredibly sexy: a thin white cotton top that was stretched to the limit to cover the adult breasts of the doll, with a blue ribbon around the neckline and a tiny red pleated skirt that covered only half her ass. It had been one of the sailor moon outfits that she so adored, the innocent schoolgirl look. There were little white ankle socks also with the same blue ribbon tied in a bow at the sides, and school shoes, black with rounded toe and one and a half inch heel.

She had taken to dressing Pete’s Barbie doll’s in these outfits too. She loved the way the curve of the doll ass became accentuated by the pleated skirt as it lifted away revealing white cotton panties underneath. Becka got so turned on by that look as she learned to associate it with getting fucked – both through the comic stories and from their sex games. She had been licking out the doll cum just before, as it wore these clothes. Donning them now herself, she became incredibly excited, and her fingers and palms became sticky. She felt her heart racing as she pulled the little tiny skirt up around her, and she pushed out her ass to feel the lack of covering. Wearing these clothes, Becka slipped into the Barbie persona, squealing inanely and becoming totally compliant. Pete squirted more of the doll cum into her and started to lick her out just as she had done before. Becka lay on the bed picturing herself as a doll, arms and legs akimbo – useless, which had a surprising affect on her libido.

After that they incorporated exchanging clothes into their sex play, so Becka always ended up wearing the outfits too and being treated just like the dolls.. She wanted more and more Pete to fuck her and treat her in exactly the same way as the other dolls. She stopped playing with the dolls herself, just preparing them as Pete wanted them positioned, and then she’d watch intently, persistently pulling on her clit, as Pete fucked it. Once he had finished, she would beg him to do the same to her afterwards. She would try to mimic the way the doll responded, inert and lifeless, her body being pushed around by his thrusting cock. She especially loved it when he would fuck the doll from behind and she had him fuck her ass. Somehow her body seemed to be more available for him and less her own. It rapidly became their favourite game.

Becka twisted on the bed. Lying there and thinking of all those outfits and how much better she looked when dressed in them. They seemed to create in her a flowing femininity that just didn’t seem to exist when dressed in her own clothes. She also made the association of wearing these Barbie clothes with Pete fucking her, and that was making her fidget. The doll danced with her, mirroring her exactly like a parody. As Becka’s cunt throbbed, she wondered how much longer she would have to wait before Pete got home to fuck her.

It was not long after that she had moved in with him. Its funny, she had been unsure at the start, having reservations about how fast this was all moving, just how much fantasy was involved in this guy’s life. She was unsure whether she wanted to go this far; but once he asked her, she found herself just beaming a smile at him and nodding enthusiastically. He gave her a couple more CDs as a present and she put them on as soon as she got home so she could listen to the stories as she packed.. By the time she closed the door for the last time on her old apartment, she was dripping with excitement.

Once she had moved in, she became ensconced in his world of fantasy figures. Even when Pete was not around she found herself dressing the dolls and swapping clothes with them. Pete bought her a pair of plastic pointed ears. He said they were from a comic story about sexy fairies that were never supposed to get fucked or they would lose their powers. Of course, that meant they inevitably always did, and the prospect of losing their powers as their orgasm accumulated inside them just made them surrender to their lust more. Both she and Pete had laughed at the story and she teased him how she would love to lose her own powers while he fucked her. He told her, that he would love to see her lose her powers and he kissed her in a long lingering deep kiss that made her melt inside. So she wore them about the house while Pete fixed up the computers. He was installing wireless throughout the house. He said it would be easier to access the internet from any room and they could look up some awesome sites on the web.

Becka stayed at home a lot, always wearing her fairy ears. There was a little jack socket in them to plug in a lead from her CD player. It was so cool to be able to wear the ears and listen to Pete’s music and stories. She would put them on really low, so as to have them playing gently in the background, so that she could absorb them. She loved it when Pete used the stories in some of their fantasy play. He would dress her up just like Barbie, and by now even the name was making her so incredibly hot, then tie her up just like in the stories. The role play fused in her mind images of herself and the stories of the dolls she was dressed up as, and increasingly evoked in her the desire to become the helpless victim. She loved to dress her adult body in the schoolgirl uniforms that were too small for her, unwittingly enticing the bad guys to have their evil way with her. The stories revolved endlessly round in her head, and she found herself living more and more in this fantasy world, and each time she snapped out of it, she felt disappointed as if waking from a fabulous dream she desired to go on forever. She was reaching out in her mind, to claw back the fantasy, not to be left behind.

Becka was not quite sure of events after this. She remembered feeling there was like a voice in her head as she went about the house, but she never really heard what it said. She must have imagined it, but it was persistent. So she asked Pete about it, but he just laughed and said she was imagining she was getting super powers from all this role play. He dismissed it, and so did she. Yet as she lay there immobilised on the bed, and thought back to those early days, she felt there were changes. In the mornings she remembered feeling worn out – Pete had said it must be all the fantastic sex she was getting. She found it hard to open her eyes, and lazed in bed until mid morning, which she had never done before. Then she thought about how she had quit her job. Pete had said she didn’t need to work as they had enough money. Why not take a little break and enjoy herself as she was clearly getting herself hot by sticking around with his dolls. She could go back to work any time. He was so sweet to her, and it was true she did like it so much, playing with his dolls and getting herself all wet for him when he got home.

Becka had not noticed it at the time, but she would lie in bed, drowsy and only half awake for much of the morning. She felt more languid than she had before, and even when she got up, she never bothered to dress or anything. She wandered about the house entirely naked, until she went off and started to play with the dolls swapping clothes. It occurred to her that by then she never wore her own clothes. She always shared clothes with the dolls. Even the Barbie panties were now shared with the dolls, and more and more Becka considered herself as one of the dolls in the collection, one that happened to have the ability to move. She was getting quite turned on by that fantasy these days. She even filled her own ass with the viscous cum syrup and lay on the bed on her belly, dipping her finger into her own ass, slurping some out and feeling it drip and splash onto her thighs. She imagined Pete kneeling and licking it out of her in just the same way she had seen him do with the dolls, and her lying there…just lying there impassive. It was so hot.

Becka’s mind drifted skipping over the ensuing days that blurred together with nothing to distinguish them. She recalled how she always felt pleasure – sometimes intense, throughout the day. Becka lost herself in this dream world she created, imagining her life as one of the dolls. She would sometimes shake her head and find herself lying with the other dolls in the doll cupboard, her body bent in an awkward pose with her ass up in the air. Once she found herself kneeling on the floor before the mirror, her mouth a big round O and her eyes wide and unseeing, while her fingers had been pulling constantly on her clit and juices were smeared all down her legs. Vaguely Becka thought she should be concerned by all this, but as she lay inert on the bed, she felt her clit jangle once more. These thoughts were fuelling her excitement even now.

It seemed to Becka that she was falling as if from a great height, and with no control over her landing. They say that your life flashes before your eyes, and so it was for her. Disconnected scenes came back to her in vivid relief as if they had more significance over forgotten detail. Sometime around then, Pete had introduced her to liquid latex. She remembered the day so clearly, it had been so erotic. He brought out a huge jar full of bright electric blue liquid and told her to dip her finger inside. She did so, curious as to the feel, and the desire to see that beautiful colour adorn her skin. Becka lifted her finger out and stared at it with curiosity. She was overcome by seeing her finger this artificial bright blue colour, a perfect replica of her own fleshy finger. As she watched it with intense curiosity, she felt rather than saw the bright fluid freeze into a malleable coating. She could feel her own flesh being pulled by the latex as she moved her finger, and her belly buzzed and leaked in response as she watched some small part of her body transform itself into a doll. Pete blew on it and Becka could feel his breath drift across her other fingers, but that one dolly finger had its senses dulled. She understood what was happening rather than actually feeling it. Her mind exploded with thoughts and desires for all her senses to be dulled too, to feel just like her finger, somehow cut adrift from the sensual world.

Pete slipped his finger down between her legs, and instinctively she opened her legs wider and moved her mound forward to give him greater access to her. She always loved him more when he used her, like an arc of electricity passing from him into her. The current bred life into her, a heightened sense of living that made the rest seem dull and dead. His fingers manipulated her lips and clit, spreading her moistness over them. The wetter she became, the more he praised her, and she longed to become wet for him. She had scoured the internet for supplements that would help her body produce more copious quantities of her love juices. He fed her them each day and soothed her with words that encouraged her to feel an insane pride every time she felt wet. She longed to feel permanently soaked between her thighs and spent hours lying on the bed willing her juices to soak into the sheets so that she may show him when he returned home.

“I love the way your cunt oozes with desire when I am close to you,” he said staring into her eyes. They were half closed, greedily soaking up the sensations his fingers were creating in her. She parted the red frosted lips of her mouth, as she seemed to do all the time now when he played with her, forming themselves into a small ring of passivity before him, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

“Why don’t you use that doll finger you now have, to fuck your cunt for me and show me how excited it makes you. As you feel the hardness of your finger pressing deep inside you, through the latex, imagine that the latex actually covers your vagina, and that you experience the hard flesh of a real person through a thin latex skin, your skin, inside you as well as over you: your vagina a latex sack just like on the sex doll’s. Is that not a delicious sensation? Imagine losing control over your own muscles, unable to close the entrance to your own vagina, powerless to hold your legs together, your thighs springing apart with each thrust deep into you and springing back in rhythm to your back rocking away pressing your cunt deeper over the warm flesh your cold latex body is enveloping.”

And dutifully she slid her bright impossibly blue finger into her sopping wetness, watched as it disappeared among her folds, the unreal blue against the natural flesh. Her juices glistened against the impervious sheath, fusing her excitement with the rubber. He was right, as always he was right, that she experienced flashing images of being a sex doll as she felt her hard finger sliding in and out of her, catching her clit that seemed so hard and thrust forward, desperate for attention. She closed her eyes and pictured her vagina full of this blue latex, and her finger a man’s cock – Pete’s cock, sliding in and out of her. The passion intensified with the image as she squirmed in front of him. Pete had smiled. She knew he loved the way Becka embraced his own desires, and he derived as much pleasure in her developing appetite to become his sex doll, as she did.. It brought them closer in some strange way. What she could not know was the relief he was feeling as he watched her. He had been worried when she mentioned the voices, but fortunately having turned the volume down a little she had just accepted the constant drip, drip of insinuation. She was learning to love these games more and more. It would not be long.

Becka remembered playing with the liquid latex. She rubbed it over her clit as she massaged the latex into the hard bud. It looked so erotic seeing it stand out so brightly from her otherwise normal belly. Then as it dried, the latex pinched her clit sending shudders of pleasure through her. Her clit was frozen into a hard stiff button that was locked in position sticking forward, ready to brush against anything. She came just from walking about the house, rubbing herself against the furniture and displaying her clit in the mirror, her hand could not keep away. She just kept brushing it or flicking it mercilessly. She spread more latex over her belly and hips until it looked as though she was wearing an extremely tight pair of hot pants. The look reminded her of one of the comic book characters. She was leaking badly now, but she needed to experiment more with spreading the latex over her body and feel the drying rubber pull and mould to her skin. She started to make a mask on her face, spreading the latex in sweeping arcs around her eyes, and down into the centre of her forehead. She closed her mouth and applied a generous amount of latex over her closed lips, sealing her mouth off. The look of the mask making holes for her to peer through, and the thick black latex cap over her mouth stopping her from expressing herself looked really hot.

Over this period, Becka took to looking at herself in the mirror, and memories of being bullied flooded over her. After all these years, why should the bullying she had been subjected to at school return to haunt her so. Yet it did, and she felt all confidence in herself evaporate. She felt unattractive, stupid, hating her appearance, always noticing every minor defect in her skin. How could Pete love a girl like her, she thought. Her insecurity grew, so when she found a small Barbie cap in a cupboard her fingers couldn’t work fast enough to try it on. It slipped tightly over her head and had long trailing blond hair that reached down to the small of her back. There were luscious curls in it and the hair was so soft to the touch, much nicer than her own, far shorter hair with its split ends. The cap fit snugly over the top half of her face, resting over the bridge of her nose. There were beautiful long lashes around the eye holes that made her eyes seem so much brighter. Her nose pinched more, coming to a sweet little point. As she stared back in the glass, gone was the ugly little Becka and she had been replaced by a beautiful, sleek Barbie goddess. Surely Pete would love her the more like this.

Wearing the Barbie cap, Becka would masturbate a lot. She would lie there all day drifting in and out of peaks in what seemed a continual stream of orgasm. Her mind was in overload, and she couldn’t think about what she was doing or why. She just drifted in the sensations. She couldn’t stop her fingers pulling at her clit, and all the while thinking of how pretty she looked being Barbie. Time drifted and she lost track of the days. Pete would sometimes be around and would fuck her or tell her how much he loved her wearing the Barbie cap, brush her long hair as she played with her clit. Other times she would lie there alone for hours and think of being dressed and combed like Barbie. She never knew where Pete was, or when he’d be back. She never even thought of the question.

The doll shifted and Becka’s thoughts focused once more upon the tightness she felt in her shoulders, her arms pinned behind her, and the doll’s latex tongue swollen inside her mouth. In a vague disconnected way Becka felt she should be angry with Pete for leaving her like this. She should surely be angry with herself for being so stupid, becoming absorbed in her doll fantasy. Yet while the word had some lasting memory for her, she felt incapable of reaching any such feelings like those any longer. She just felt the pleasure bathing her, enveloping her like a warm bath, soaking into the pores of her skin and the idea of heaving herself out of that comfort would require a strength well beyond her. She preferred even the pain in her shoulders mingled within the fog of pleasure than to escape back into the dull world she had left behind.

One time Pete came home with a latex bodysuit. It was jet black and he had brought along some polish for it. He gave it to Becka who slipped off all her clothes and donned the suit. It was incredibly tight and she struggled to smooth it over her legs and midriff. Her cunny was pressed tight into the plastic that coated it in a liquorice smoothness that highlighted her sex lips. She had to twist and pull, and the material snagged her mercilessly, making her flesh sting and glow.

Once she was completely encased in the suit he started to spray her with the polish and buff it up. It was an incredible feeling, the spray polish first tickling her nerve endings, and then his hands rubbing over every inch of her body. He worked really hard, and the lustre he created from his hard work made Becka crazy with desire. The pressure of his hand rubbing every corner of her body, the way they worked so hard rubbing her down, smoothing her, making the blackcurrent skin a perfect fit. She felt his fingers pressing into her sliding over her, making the contact between her flesh and the dark latex skin perfect. And the gleam he produced, Becka was mesmerised by the sheen her body now had. She was beautiful to look at, all the imperfections that always caught her eye when she stared at her reflection, gone. Standing there in the centre of the room as he worked so hard buffing up her new skin, the feel of his fingers smoothing and stretching the elastic rubber around her chest, making her nipples respond and press into the thin latex, making hard lumps pressed in to the tops of her smooth round mounds.

“You like that? Now you are a perfect love doll.” Becka stared at her brilliant glistening coat. All her curves seemed accentuated by the lustre his efforts had created. She was so hot inside her sheath, from all the attention of his fingers over every inch of her body. The yearning was stronger than ever to become his sex doll, never again having to cope with the imperfections of her human body. She was totally desirable, a fantasy, with long slender shiny legs stretching up to a rounded perfect butt. Pete had converted her into his own dream creation. She was a clean slate, a canvas, on which now he could choose how he wished to dress her. Maybe a small frill skirt that just failed to cover the black glossy lips of its exposed cunt. Perhaps a small tight tank top, with the word Whore stretched in neon colours across her bulging chest, the black of the latex seeping through the thin white material.

Becka stared back at her face, mounted on top of this to die for body. It seemed so very ordinary, so imperfect, it broke the spell. She hated it, she wanted it to disappear, she wanted to be all desirable, all fantasy. She turned to Pete,

“Is there a hood that goes with this?” Pete smiled. Becka couldn’t explain it, but she sensed that Pete had been waiting for just that question, for he was all prepared. Delving in among the packaging, he pulled out a complete black latex hood. Was she becoming so predictable? He watched her catch her chin inside the light stretchy material. He followed closely her gloved latexed fingers pulling at the hood, raising it over her features, obliterating them, and then the tug and tussle over the crown of her head. He pulled at it, and smoothed it down so that it followed the sweeping curve down the back of her head. Her ears had gone, and the slightness of her neck enhanced by the flowing plastic. He came round the front and pulled and pinched at the fabric, sometimes catching Becka’s skin too between his fingers, as he brought the tiny little nose holes into alignment. Becka’s eyes peered out through round holes in the latex, and her mouth hung, lips parted, visible through a broad slit. Now she was perfect, she thought, as she stared at herself, Pete buffing up her hood to the same sheen. He slipped a black leather collar around her neck that covered the gap between the suit and the hood. He tied it fast, and she felt it press into her, not too much, but a constant slight pressure as she breathed. There was a bright metal strip running around the collar and a ring that hung in the small hollow between her collar bones.

Becka felt incredibly turned on inside the suit as she looked at the perfect creature she had become. She flexed different muscles, to feel the pull of the latex against her skin, stretching her thighs to make the latex pull at her clit. She was so hot, her skin crawled with the stimulation. Pete had started to dress her, and she stood immobile, at his command, his passive sex doll, adoring the attention. He slipped on a wig of bright pink hair, that flowed down over her shoulders in two sweeping fountains of curls. He then turned her around and swung a thin string bikini top around her chest. It was bright red in colour, with sequins. The bright red contrasting with the jet black skin, accentuated her chest, and the light reflecting off the sequins made the contours of her chest irresistible: beckoning towards any hand to reach out and touch.

Becka could never ever imagine she could look this good. Kneeling on the floor, Pete slipped her legs through a pair up ultra-thin metallic gold panties. He pulled them slowly up her legs, again the shiny gold against the dark cocoa colour of her thighs would draw the eye. Once in place, Becka saw the small triangle of gold caught in the apex of her legs. She turned to see how it looked from behind. The smoothness of the stretched gold across her buttocks was pure temptation. Now Pete had a small bright yellow wrap skirt that he slipped around her thighs. It tied at the hip, but the cut of the fabric made it fall away leaving an opening at the side, the gold panty peeking through. Silver shoes with sequins and 4 inch heels completed the outfit.

Now Pete worked on her face. He made her lips bright pink, coating them with something that made them swell and become more luscious. He made her eyelashes long and black to accentuate the bright whiteness of her eyes as they stared out from inside their doll skin. Finally he brought out a small plastic Barbie doll he had dressed in the same outfit Becka now wore. It was like a miniaturised version of her, or was she the full sized model of the Barbie? He had a chain connected to the plastic doll, and he connected it to Becka’s ring so the doll would hang down just in the hollow between the two coal black mounds protected by their glitzy sequin cover. Everyone would see here was a life-sized Barbie doll oozing sexual appeal.

“Come on, we are off to the nightclub,” and she was hustled out where everyone would stare and admire her. Becka could never ever have dressed like this as herself, but as a love doll she could enjoy all the attention. She could be their fantasy and many hands seemed to accidentally brush against her on the dance floor or in the crowd, and they weren’t just guys. It was as if everybody wanted a piece of this fantasy, to touch it to feel the sleekness of it and know it was real.

The brought Becka’s thoughts up to that very day. In the morning she had been so sore. They had fucked for hours after Pete had made a small opening in the latex just where it was stretched between her cunt lips. He had not removed any of her clothes or the latex and she had watched in a large mirror that ran along the wall beside the bed. It was impossible to distinguish from the times she had watched him fuck his dolls, and the tight pulling constraint of the latex were like a myriad of fingers pulling and pinching at her while Pete pummelled through her latex opening.

Becka’s mind drifted in a haze of lust as she recalled lying on the bed, daydreaming as usual while Pete showered. He came in carrying two identical outfits. As Becka had been idly lying in bed, Pete had filled one of the dolls with the syrup in all its holes, and then dressed it in one of the outfits. There was a leather bustier that tightly fitted round its bust with two little buckles at the front, and shiny metallic blue hot pants. They were so tight that as usual contours of the doll’s cunt was bulging into the fabric crotch. Becka had found it exciting just watching him and didn’t want to interrupt his game. Pete then smiled at her.

“Shall I do you now?” he asked. She just stared at him and felt a tingle run along her spine. He knelt over her as she made sure her legs formed a perfect V shape just like the doll lying next to her. He pumped the syrup into her crack, pushing it in with his finger. He would pour some in, and then push it further up inside her. Then he rolled her over. Becka did nothing. She didn’t move a muscle. Once on her belly he set to work filling up her ass. Becka was so turned on by being filled with the syrup, just like the doll next to her. Her clit pressed against the bed sheets, but in her head this familiar voice told her not to move a muscle. She stayed perfectly still, feeling the tense excitement mount inside her. Pete slid her blue hot pants over her black latex legs. It was difficult getting the tight material up her legs as she didn’t do anything to help. She lay there, putty in his hands now, but her weight made the job much harder for him. She felt the leg holes slide along her inner thighs as the pants mounted up and over her hips. He pushed the material tight into her, sealing her twin holes full of doll cum.

Pete turned her over, sat her up, and slid on her bustier.. He buckled it tight with a bright shiny buckle that rested just under her tits. Then lying her back down he placed the funnel he used on the dolls into her mouth. Becka just stared up at him, she could feel the syrup cloying the walls of her ass and vagina.

“Open wide now.”

She opened her mouth into a round hole, and felt the syrup wrap around her tongue. It was sweet with an unmistakable scent. She watched him tipping up the bottle right before her eyes, and the feeling of the fluid oozing around her teeth and gums, filling the voids in her cheeks. Some of it slipped down her throat, but she kept herself as open as she could. Her mouth was full of the syrup as he pulled the bottle away and smiled at her.

“Now just a finishing touch.”

He pulled out a ring gag and pressed it firmly into her mouth behind her teeth. There was a metal lip that pressed her tongue down into the floor of her mouth. As he pulled away and stared down at her he smiled and said,

“That’s much better.” She now had a perfectly round doll mouth with no teeth and no tongue, just another hole ready to be fucked.

He shifted her to her side so that all the syrup wouldn’t slide down her throat. He wanted to keep her mouth full. She was staring straight into the face of the doll, lying there next to her, dressed in exactly the same clothes, with a large round gaping mouth full of cum, just like hers. He pulled her arms round behind her, and locked them with a pair of handcuffs.

“One last detail.”

Pete pulled out a small penis gag. He fitted it to the mouth of the doll, where it stoppered the hole that was its mouth. He had put it on the wrong way round though. The penis, instead of penetrating into the dolls mouth, faced outwards. He then pulled the doll towards Becka and aligned the penis so that it entered her mouth through the ring of her gag. He then bound the doll to Becka, tying it around the back of her neck. She was being fucked by the doll, and her mouth was full of it’s cum.

The door slammed, and Becka’s ordeal had begun. And there it was, her story. It seemed so incredible. She could not recognise herself. How had she allowed this to happen? She was an intelligent girl with a career.. She had a future and here she was willing it away, to become not even a girlfriend, but a doll. Something that could be packed away when not needed. Yet even as that thought sunk in, she felt the jolting tingle growing in her pussy. She should break free from this, she should get out of this relationship, it’s what her friends would tell her to do. But she would never be free of the appetite that had steadily been growing inside her. Wherever she went, she would never be free of the drawstrings of her desire to become a doll, they were now so firmly embedded in her, a part of her. She longed for Pete to return home and fuck her and then discard her, slithering forgotten to the floor, sperm oozing out of her crack.

The first thing Pete noticed as he walked in, was the clock flashing. Immediately his mind streaked like lightening through the implications. There must have been a power cut during the day, and therefore the PC would have gone down. This meant the conditioning cycle would have ceased to run as Becka had lain on the bed. Pete felt the lurch in the pit of his stomach. Would Becka have noticed? In all the hours, had she worked out what had been happening? Was she about to erupt in anger, threatening to sue him once he freed her from the doll? Cautiously Pete approached the bedroom and saw her there still lying in the doll clothes, like a pair of twins kissing. He noticed the large damp stains to front and back of her tight hot pants, and the heady scent of arousal hung heavily in the room. He approached cautiously, straining to pick up any hint as to how she was.

Leaning over the bed, he kissed her. He was testing her reaction, but she did not seem to be violent or struggle, so he undid her hands and pulled the dildo from her mouth. Becka rolled onto her back staring up at him. He was smiling at her, but his stomach churned in uncertainty..

“That was sooooo hot!”

Pete felt the exhalation of relief. It was ok. He had better go reboot his PC.

“You liked that? Becoming one of my dolls, dressed up the same and locked together. You get turned on as you lay there all day?” He was still testing, seeking reassurance, but she just smiled radiantly.

“It made me so horny. I want you to fuck me right now just like one of your dolls.” She pulled him down on her, and her mouth opened to swallow his tongue.

“I just need to boot up my PC.”

“Not now!” She held on to him and she pressed her belly against his crotch. He felt her dampness reaching up through the material of his pants. She was soaked. Pete reckoned she must have been without conditioning for some hours, but she was clearly still overheated from the desire to become one of his dolls. He was amazed at how quickly she had assimilated his desires into her own, and he sank his cock deep into her cunt as she splayed her arms and legs wide as a fuck doll. It seemed there was no need for any further conditioning, Pete felt confident she would go all the way now.

The next morning was the weekend and Pete was at home. Becka felt excited simply because they were together. She knew it was silly to think like that, but she couldn’t help it. This was how she was now.

“You know I was thinking about all the things that we’ve done since I met you.” she called out. Pete was in the bathroom shaving, but he froze when he heard those words. Trying to keep his voice steady, he responded,

“How you mean?”

“What we’ve done, what’s happened to me. It’s just incredible. You have opened my eyes to so much, and I love it all.”

Once again Pete could breathe again. He needed to finish this, in case she started to feel differently about what had happened to her.

“Well that is not the most incredible part.”


“Well it’s a rather strange story,” he began. “It’s about the dolls and where they came from.”

Becka had never thought about that question, and she used to be so inquisitive. Well he’d have to tell her now, she wasn’t going to let him off.

“When I was out working in the Middle East, I came across this shop down one of those back lanes in town. It was brim full of potions and things, you know how superstitious people are out there. Well my curiosity was piqued, and I wondered what sort of things you could get potions for. I started chatting to the owner and he asked me what sort of things I liked. Well naturally I started telling him about my dolls, and he gave me this bottle of clear liquid. You can find it in the top drawer by the bed.”

Becka just lay there listening, wondering where all this was leading. She wasn’t interested in getting up to root around inside a drawer for anything. So she just let him carry on.

“Of course I didn’t believe in his story at the time, that’s why the first was an accident.” He spoke so matter of factly, but suddenly Becka’s mind was in a whirl. What had he just said?

“What you mean the first was an accident?”

“The first girl that got turned into a doll. I didn’t mean it to happen, but it worked just like he had said it would. The liquid in the bottle reacts with the skin and turns it into some kind of plastic. I mean how credible is that?”

Becka’s heart started thumping in her chest, and the noise filled her ears. Firstly the enormity of what he had just said, a girl being turned into a doll, followed closely by the excitement that it might be possible. Becka shot out of bed and searched through the drawer. There it was. It was just a small bottle of clear glass, but ornately ribbed and patterned with a beautiful pointed glass stopper. The liquid inside was also clear, like water. She shook it to make sure.

“You mean…” she began.

“Yes I know, it sounds incredible and when Danny laughed at the idea, I bet with her to try it out. She didn’t hesitate a moment. She rubbed it all over her skin and lay back gloating. But it didn’t last long before she started to change. It was incredible watching her transform. I stood there open mouthed as she shouted to me to do something to stop it. I told her I couldn’t. In just a few moments she started bucking and orgasming uncontrollably until she had become a sex doll, with latex openings ripe for fucking.”

Becka was squirming on the bed, rubbing her thighs together. Her greatest ever fantasy, one that she had believed impossible to ever achieve, was being described to her. She peed in the bed, she couldn’t control the intensity of her excitement.

“I didn’t fuck her at first. I thought it would wear off, and I was afraid she’d kill me if I did anything while she was like that.. But when it seemed like it wasn’t going to wear off, I tried her out. That’s how the whole sex doll thing started.”

Becka’s breaths were coming in little gasps as she digested the incredible, unbelievable story Pete was telling her. The calm way he told her, as if there was nothing special, just a curious thing, yet it was life changing. Becka felt her world slipping sideways as she stared in awe at the bottle in her hand.

“Well after that, of course, I had to try it again. See whether it really did work like he said, and not just some freak accident. Her name was Liz. So the next time we were having sex, I suggested she rub this oil over her body. It would be sexy. She willingly did it, and I told her to make sure she covered every inch of her skin. When she was naked and lying there on the bed, all covered in the oil, I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to leap on her and fuck her brains out. But the guy in the shop told me I had to wait 15 minutes for the oil to be absorbed, otherwise I would be affected too. So I made out that I had to go use the bathroom and then I went off and called out if she wanted a drink. Anything to use up that quarter of an hour. It seemed to take ages, and the clocks hardly moved. Naturally Liz was getting impatient. She was all hot for me having oiled herself up and everything, and it had been incredibly sexy watching her do it, wondering if it would work a second time, and making sure she didn’t miss any parts. I was rock hard all the time, and had to fight with myself not to pull on my cock and spurt all my juices over the kitchen floor.”

Becka was pulling hard on her clit as she listened. She was loving this story, and the sneaky way Pete had not told Liz what the effect of the oil would be. Pete walked in at that point, still drying himself off. When he saw her with the bottle in her hand, rubbing at her clit feverishly, he said,

“Hey watch out. Better put that bottle down.”

In a daze Becka left the bottle on the table by the bed. He climbed on top of her, staring into her lust crazed eyes. She reached down and dragged his cock out from his pants and slipped it into her mouth, while he continued. Her tongue flicked over the tip of his cock head, and she could feel its warmth and wetness in her mouth.

“You find this exciting don’t you?”

Becka’s response was in her eyes, she was still rubbing herself as he continued.

“Well she looked perfectly normal when I returned to the bedroom. I could see a sheen on her flesh from the oil, but nothing else had happened. I felt a sigh of relief, because although it was incredibly sexy thinking of her becoming a latex doll while I was out the room, the consequences and guilt I’d have felt would have been too much. So I shook my head and jumped on Liz and we had fantastic sex. It was so incredibly hot, and she seemed to cum so easily and so often. I just had to touch her, and she would shudder and get wet.

It was only after I had finished and climbed off her that I realised she had turned into a latex doll. She had these seams running along her sides, and around her waist. Her tits were circled by more seams and her nipples were bright pink. I know she is still in there, but I don’t understand how. I can sense her and the pleasure she feels every time I fuck her. Didn’t you?”

Becka was bobbing her head up and down on Pete’s shaft as she listened. She was getting so horny by his story. She knew it was just a story he was making up, like all the other fantasies, but she longed for it to be true. She too had sensed that same pleasure emanating from the dolls as they played together. But this couldn’t happen, not for real.. As Becka pumped Pete’s cock, her juices streamed out across the sheets, just as he had taught her. The thought of actually being able to turn into a latex doll, her mouth opening wide in a large oval, her teeth and tongue melting into plastic, her vagina opening out into a latex slit that would be wet just by the touch of her owner. All this was stoking her fires. She longed to feel the pleasure she imagined the doll had felt as they fucked it, and she imagined her ass opening up into a large round oval too, another hole inviting penetration, dripping juices in anticipation, willing its lover to fuck her there too. Becka was panting now as she sucked hard. Before Pete came in her mouth he pulled her head back and kissed her.

“I have to go to the bathroom for a while,” he said, and with that got up and left. Becka was disappointed. Was she boring him? She lay back on the bed and continued stroking her clit.. She was very excited by the story. As she felt her pulse quicken she turned her head and looked at the small Middle Eastern bottle full of clear liquid by the side of the bed. Her heart raced. She couldn’t could she? She wanted to so much. She didn’t know it was the same oil, she didn’t really believe in that fairy story. But what if….? What if she could feel that sexy and be just a doll, to be picked up and left wherever and fucked whenever, and always being ready, always excited. She was pulling hard on her clit as she reached for the bottle.. She told herself it couldn’t really be true, she understood how much she hoped it was, and emptied some of the oil into her palm. A voice from downstairs called out:

“You want a drink darling?”

“I’m ok thanks,” she called back as her hand slapped the oil over her chest. She could not contain her excitement. How would it feel as she transformed herself into Pete’s love doll?

Pete pounded his cock into Becka as she stared up at him. She could see the love in his eyes and the heat in his cock. He had fucked her three times already, but on returning to the bedroom and finding her all lubed up had made his cock spring into such a severe erection he had found it painful. He bent over her and kissed her yet again. Her tongue swirled around his and she closed her eyes dreaming of being his doll. As Pete withdrew his tongue he looked at her,

“I think you are now passing the point of no return.”

There it was, a simple statement.. Becka didn’t feel any different, but she was now his in a way that would allow him to store her with the rest of his collection. She felt her cunt jump at those words, and a gush of her juices seeped out onto the sheets and around her master’s cock. She lay there staring up at him, his words seeping into her mind, not willing to break the fantasy.

Then she started to feel the tingling all over her legs and body. It was as if a thousand fingers were writhing sensuously over her. Her heart rate quickened and she felt her arousal leap. Instinctively her legs separated out and straightened into a perfect V shape. She could feel her skin twitch and become so incredibly sensitive. Pete leaned back sitting on his ankles, his cock rigid and drooling precum into the space between her legs.

“It has started.” He smiled reassuringly at Becka. She lifted herself to stare down at her tingling body. It felt as if her flesh was orgasming all over. She saw the skin of her torso and legs had become incredibly smooth. She was becoming flawless. She felt excited, becoming perfect for her master. All those little skin defects melting away into a silky warm sheen. Her body looked as if it had the afterglow of sex. Then it hit her pussy. Becka’s cunt was starting to convulse and erupted. She was orgasming so much now she didn’t notice it but she was moaning and squealing with the pleasurable sensations sweeping through her. The sensations in her pussy were far more intense than being fucked by a huge dick. She felt as if her whole vagina was being forced and contorted but not feeling the pressure from something inside it. It was an experience she had never imagined a girl could ever feel, but it was mind changing.

At the same time, a rumble started in her belly and rippled along her intestines towards her anus. She felt it, like a snake undulating through her from within. It moved at phenomenal speed through her and upon reaching her opening, she felt her anus stretch and convulse; distorting into something inhuman. She was being pulled apart from inside and the pleasure was unbearable. She couldn’t stand the stimulation it was too much. She stared down at her body writhing on the bed. What she saw made her gasp loudly.

The first thing she noticed were the long perfectly straight lines appearing down the length of her legs. Where had they come from, they had been perfect just now? The sheen was glossy and artificial in colour, a light pink/buff colour that did not look like her legs, but some kind of latex stockings encasing them. Becka felt her heart lurch as her mind kept repeating to itself that these were no stockings, but her actual legs. She felt the tension as one part of her mind wrestled with the other unbelieving part, wearing down its refusal to accept the enormity of what was happening to her. Yet just as her legs were accepting their new perfectly tapering form, so her mind caved in, and she shuddered with excitement. Then she saw her vagina. It had a big bright pink centre, and her slit stretched into a long electric pink line. She had lost all muscles to hold together the lips that had shrivelled into a crinkled darker outline, and they hung slightly apart to reveal the bright pink core ready for fucking. Staring at herself with a mixture of being appalled and dribbling with arousal, Becka noted that the position of her vagina had shifted. It was more forward, on top of her mound rather than hidden in the folds between her thighs. Her vagina was on display, the only feature on her smooth plastic belly, the seams radiating out from the pink glossy hole in her front.

Then Becka felt her anus twist and shift, as if an internal hand was rearranging her body. She bucked her hips and noticed how light they were already, as hugely pleasurable waves consumed her and distorted her. The internal eruptions in her body were remoulding her permanently, and the more her body was contorted, the greater the pleasure until she begged for it never to stop.

Slowly faint traces of lines snaked around her waist and climbed up her chest. She watched them growing across her skin transforming it into this same compliant sheen. She could feel she had lost all control over her legs which felt light and insubstantial. She couldn’t move them, and she certainly couldn’t stand up. She was now trapped to lie there and slowly lose control of more and more of her body. Then her tits began to swell into huge mammoth balloons. They formed into perfect hemispheres, at least half as big again as her breasts had been. They too had no weight, she felt no pull on her chest as they grew.

Pete leaned down and flicked her left globe with his finger. It rocked up and down like a balloon tied at the back. She could not stop it oscillating, she could only watch it with wide staring eyes, a voyeur to her own transformation. As her new breasts filled out and stretched her tan skin smooth and tight, her areoles and nipples bulged outwards. They turned bright electric pink too. She reached out idly with her fingers and pinched on the nipple. It was hard, like a small rubber bung stuck on top of her globe.. That was when Becka noticed the rewiring that was also proceeding inside her. For as she pinched on her nipple, the pleasure coursing through her was electrifying. It felt such an unnaturally strong response, and her chest instinctively lifted towards her fingers for more. She had never ever felt such a reaction before.

Pete smiled down at her, seeing the shocked expression on her face that mingled with the desire she felt. “You are transforming into the perfect love doll, Becka darling. You are learning to respond so strongly because your purpose from now on is to be used, and whenever I take you out to play with you, your body will feel unrestrained pleasure and yearn for more. Your body will try and entice me to use it more and more, like a drug.”

Things were moving faster now. Becka stared up at her owner, the word just slipped into her mind. It felt so natural. In fact she struggled to remember the word she used to use. Then like a distant drum it echoed back to her: lover. That was it, Pete was her owner. No wait…. What was that word again? She struggled a moment. Oh yes, that was it. Owner, of course. Of course he was her owner, what else could she be thinking.

Becka’s arms slid to her sides as if carried by a breeze. They hung outwards forming a V from her shoulders and her fingers splayed out. She was losing the ability to grip with them, they were just able to pat. Then she felt a ripple run down them, and her muscles tightened and then relaxed and wasted away. In a last involuntary reaction to the chemical changes within, her elbows bent lifting her hands upwards from her body now prone on the bed. Her fingers pointed out, inviting and open. She was defenceless now, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the seams snake along them and around her wrists. Her nails on her fingers turned crimson and seemed to melt into her fingers. The sharp edge faded into rounded red tips.

Becka couldn’t move her head any more. She was staring up and Pete was looking into her eyes. He was smiling, showing her he loved this sacrifice she was making for him. He was pleased with her and he mouthed the words “Good girl.” Or was he mouthing them? Becka felt her hearing dull down. She couldn’t hear any noises now. She imagined her ears, beneath the strands of her long black hair, melting into plastic: The holes through which sound penetrated into her skull closing up, sealing over with latex encasing her forever from sound. She was locked inside. Her mouth stretched like she was yawning. It was as if her face was tensing up into a shuddering convulsion. Her mouth was stretched wide and round. She felt no air blowing inside, her throat becoming sealed behind a protective sack of pink latex. The round gaping pink hole of latex forming in the centre of her face, dominating it as all other expression and features melted into plastic.

Her eyes were wide and she could feel the pleasure rippling around inside this latex skin that was enveloping her. It didn’t feel like an orgasm now, but this incredible pleasure was no longer a sensation to be experienced and savoured. This was her, this ephemeral pleasure was all that she was now and it defined her existence. She needed this man, her owner, to pick her up. She needed his cock to slide into that open hole in this doll face. For only then would this pleasure exist, only then would she herself exist. Once discarded, she would evaporate like the morning mist as the sun rises, as the afterglow of sex fades. She only existed as the pleasure of serving her owner, whilst her doll openings were being fucked. She had no reason to exist otherwise.

Becka stared up at her owner, her vision dimming as her eyes faded into round plastic discs. She begged to feel the touch of her owner picking her up, of servicing his cock with her holes. Then she would become, and be that pleasure, the pleasure in serving, in being his property, for his use. She needed him to use her. That is all she knew now.



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