All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Please leave a comment if you enjoy the story!
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"Hello. Welcome to the Doll Factory. How can we help you today?"
Lucy looked on at the receptionist uncomfortably. She was a doll. A living doll. It shouldn't have been surprising to see the receptionist of the Doll Factory, well, be a doll. Yet her unnatural appearance creeped Lucy out. Her skin was inhumanly smooth and pale. Her eyes had a dull glint to them, and as Lucy looked into them she saw they never blinked. In fact her whole posture lacked those human touches: she was perfectly still, with not the slightest trace of movement to be seen on her face or her body.
"I'm here, uhhh, this is going to sound weird, but I want to get a sex doll for my father's birthday. He, uhh, told me to try this place."
The receptionist mechanically smiled and replied.
"We don't judge here at the Doll Factory. Let me lead you to our consultation room, where we can help you design the perfect doll."
"Sure..." Lucy said, her voice trailing, as she followed the receptionist. The receptionist's walk was doll-like as well. There wasn't that sway that most people had; she looked more like a robot who'd been programmed to stick one foot out after the other.
The receptionist led Lucy into a small clinical room before disappearing. There were a few dolls at the sides of the room. They were perfectly still, so not living, like the receptionist, but inanimate. How they should be, thought Lucy. Each of the dolls was very different in its size and appearance, obviously there to show the features on offer to prospective customers. Some of the dolls were dressed normally; others were in lingerie and other sexy outfits; and a couple of the dolls were more, how to put it, bizarre? One of them was in (what was it called now...) a cutesy Lolita dress. (She remembered it from a convention that was in town years ago.) Lucy took a seat in the room and not long after a normal man walked in.
"Hi, I'm Dr Monaghan. What did you think of our receptionist?"
"She's... pretty."
"I know right, she's a real beauty to be able to work with. Anyway let's get down to business. The way this works is we'll discuss the design of the doll, plus any accessories you want to give her. I'll give you a quote based on what we come up with. If you pay now then we can get the doll made today. We'll even do shipping for free for you!"
"That all sounds fine."
"Lovely. Now do you have in mind how you want the doll to look?"
"Well the doll's for my father, so I don't think the particular details matter too much. As long as she's pretty."
"I see, just the standard stuff then." He quickly typed away some notes into a laptop. "Oh, is this going to be a sex doll?"
"Uhhh..." Lucy wanted to run out of the room and scream in embarrassment. The receptionist was ok, she could pretend she wasn't real, but this guy! He was a normal human. And she had to tell him her father wanted a sex doll for his birthday.
Thankfully he interjected first.
"Because by default our dolls are designed for sex. We make sure their beauty isn't solely on their face, you know?"
"Um, yes, that's great."
"Lovely then. Lastly for the design of the doll then, do you want it to be more realistically or unnaturally shaped? Sorry, that's not very clear is it? I mean do you want her proportions to be normal, or do you—ahem, your father, sorry—does he like unnaturally shaped breasts and butts."
"I think make it slightly unnatural, for his pleasure, but probably not too far."
"Good, good. Now then, onto accessories. Do you have any particular outfits in mind you want the doll to wear?"
"Not really... I mean my father's going to be fucking the thing, so just give her some sexy clothes."
"Can you be any more specific than that? We have quite a wide range of clothes to dress up the dolls. Are you thinking of some simple lingerie, something that could be worn to the club, or something more slutty than that?"
Lucy looked away as she tried not to cringe when imaging what this thing was going to look like. Why did she have to buy the doll for her divorced father? Why couldn't her brother be the one to do this? She could go for the lingerie and be done with it... but her father was probably expecting something more than that.
"Just give her some slutty clothes. I'm not the one who's going to be using the doll."
"Brilliant. We'll give her a curated selection of our slutwear doll outfits that'll compliment her appearance."
Lucy was still cringing about what she was buying as Dr Monaghan typed away into his laptop. He left the room for a moment to collect a form that was printing. She considered running away now, ending this whole errand. Her father could buy the doll himself. But at the same time she felt bad for thinking that. This was supposed to make him feel better, to help him get over his divorce. So what if it was a bit creepy buying a doll for her father? She was a grown up. She could handle these things.
Dr Monaghan returned.
"We're almost finished here. The only things you need to do now is put the shipping address here and your payment details down here if you're happy with the price, and then sign at the bottom. While you do that I'll get our receptionist to get you a drink, complimentary with every purchase."
Lucy took the clipboard and filled in all the information. She noticed the pages of terms and conditions hidden behind the front sheet. "Should I read these?" she asked, lifting up the cover page she'd just signed.
"Oh no, not at all. It's just boilerplate contract stuff. Here, let me take that."
He snatched it out of her hands before she got a chance to look. She was about to complain when the receptionist from earlier walked in, carrying in a glass of prosecco on a silver tray.
"Your complimentary drink" she said as she passed it to Lucy.
Lucy took it and sipped at it, looking back with annoyance at Dr Monaghan. He was busy typing her details into the computer. She took another sip, then another... then an...
When Lucy awoke she was lain flat in an operating theatre. Bright lights above her made it difficult for her to focus on her surroundings. She was also... naked! She tried to get up and shout but she couldn't. She was frozen there, completely paralysed.
Dr Monaghan appeared over her, dressed in surgical scrubs.
"Sorry for the blackout. The paralysis drug we use does sometimes have that effect. Not to worry though. You're here and we can get to work. You'll be awake for the procedure to help you adjust afterwards. It's easier seeing the changes gradually, rather than all at once."
"Get to work on what?" Lucy wanted to scream out. Were she not paralysed she'd be shaking with fear.
He pulled over a mirror, hanging horizontally off of a steel pole.
"This should let you watch us as we work. Trust me—you're going to love it."
Dr Monaghan walked away from her.
"Dr Rose. Can you do the initial injection please."
A woman, no, a living doll, like the receptionist earlier, dressed in surgical scrubs, approached Lucy and injected a large syringe containing a pink substance into her arm. She spoke to Lucy:
"This is a cocktail of drugs to help you enjoy the procedure. You should feel much happier and excited soon."
Bullshit, thought Lucy.
Dr Monaghan called out from across the room:
"Oh and by the way, before we start, try to relax during the procedure. You agreed to this after all. We have your signature proving it."
"What!" Lucy again willed her frozen mouth to no avail.
"Dr Rose and Dr Quinn. Breast injections please."
Two living dolls approached Lucy and inserted two massive syringes just below each of her areolas. They injected in a thick white substance. Lucy watched through the mirror as her breasts grew from supple 32B cups into protruding 34DD cups. They expanded closest to the nipple, while they stayed the same size nearer her chest, making them look like balloons fastened to her chest.
"Dr Rose and Dr Quinn are filling you up with a liquid silicone substance. It's designed to harden once inside of you so that your new proportions stay firm."
The two dolls put their needles aside and separated a section of the operating table by Lucy's legs. She felt the table give way beneath her ass and it was exposed to the air.
"Ass injections now."
Like with her breasts, needles were inserted into each of her butt cheeks and she felt them swell in size. She'd got a pretty solid idea of what was going on by now, but she didn't feel scared anymore. Her attention was curiously fixated on seeing how they changed her body. She felt as if she was watching a separate person, that this doll-in-production was not her.
Dr Monaghan walked over and inspected her.
"Yes, yes, that should be fine. Prepare the nanobots now."
Nanobots had been banned several years ago by the government, Lucy remembered. Somehow they had them here. Dr Monaghan and Dr Rose pulled over a machine. Lucy couldn't get a good view of it; she could only see that it seemed very complicated. She felt... intrigued, realising that they were going to use it on her.
They hooked up some tubes into her and turned it on. It made a soothing humming noise. Dr Quinn also gave Lucy another injection of the pink liquid. Lucy almost didn't realise, as she was staring at the nanobot machine.
"These nanobots are going to travel through your blood and bring silicone to your skin to make it look all pretty and smooth. It'll take almost an hour, so while you wait we've got some audio for you to listen to and relax."
All three of them left the room as the audio began to play. It was of a woman speaking. Her voice was quiet and soft... so relaxing to listen to. Lucy felt her grip on reality loosening as she slipped into a hypnotic state.
"You are a doll... a beautiful doll... a pretty doll... a sexy doll... a cute doll..."
...
"You love being a doll... you love being a beautiful doll... you love being a pretty doll.. you love being a sexy doll... you love being a cute doll..."
...
"A doll loves being a doll... a doll loves being beautiful... a doll loves being pretty... a doll loves being sexy... a doll loves being cute..."
...
"You love being a doll... you love being submissive... you love not thinking... you love being commanded... you love being a doll..."
...
"A doll loves to be fucked... a doll loves to be used... a doll loves to be dominated... a doll loves to pleasure... a doll is an object... a doll loves being an object... a doll loves being inanimate..."
...
The woman's voice turned harsh, full of anxiety and terror.
"A doll hates being free... a doll hates being human... a doll hates thinking for herself... a doll hates not being owned..."
...
The woman's voice returned to being calm and peaceful.
"A doll loves her owner... a doll loves to be commanded by her owner... a doll loves to listen to her owner... a doll loves following commands... a doll loves her owner..."
...
The messages repeated over and over again, forming a chant that eternally repeated itself in Lucy's mind. She never noticed when they stopped—she kept repeating them herself in her head. She didn't think of anything of her old life. That was a shadow in the back of her mind. She only thought about how she was a doll, about how she was so cute, and how she wanted to be used.
All this time she had still been looking at the mirror above her. She had not, however, been paying any attention to what she saw—until now. What she saw was Dr Rose and Dr Quinn at work with Dr Monaghan supervising them. What she saw was herself: a doll with gorgeous pale silicone skin, beautifully inhuman without any dirty natural hair. What she was Dr Rose and Dr Quinn making her even more beautiful. They were glueing long eyelashes to her eyes, where her ugly ones had fallen out; they were stitching a new lush wig to her head, to replace her old horrid brown hair with shining brown locks that she'd never have to style herself; and lastly they were giving her new eyebrows, thin ones, that'd would always stay perfectly trimmed.
Lucy was ecstatic. She was such a pretty doll. But she was also a good doll—so she stayed silent as they worked, not moving or showing emotion on her face. She didn't want to annoy her new owner. She wanted them to love her.
Dr Monaghan spoke to Dr Rose and Dr Quinn. Something about makeup and her pussy. Lucy looked forward to being commanded like that. She imagined the moment that would come soon when she would be ordered about. She felt wet just thinking about it.
Dr Rose worked over Lucy's face with a variety of specialised paintbrushes and paints. Lucy could see through the mirror her cheeks becoming flusher, her lips gaining a more striking a red, and her eyes getting surrounded by a lovely eyeliner and eyeshadow. It was harder to see what Dr Quinn was up to. She was by Lucy's legs, and the angle of the mirror prevented Lucy from getting a good view of what she was doing. Lucy had an idea though, from the precise slashes she felt by her vulva. Dr Quinn was making that area look pretty as well, to make it as lovely as her face.
They were soon finished. Dr Monaghan slowly walked round Lucy's body, examining every detail. Lucy thought every detail was perfect—perfectly beautiful: she was a perfect doll.
"I think we're done with the procedure. The paralysis drug should've worn off by now. Stand up Lucy."
Lucy almost quivered in excitement. This was her first command! She was a good doll though, and she made sure to show no reaction bar what he wanted. She mechanically moved off the operating table and stood to face Dr Monaghan.
"What is your name?"
"I'm Lucy."
"What are you?"
"I'm a doll."
"Who's your owner."
Lucy paused for a moment, racking her brains to recall who had wanted her in the first place.
"My father."
"Good. How do you feel about being a doll?"
"I love it."
"And how do you feel about serving your owner?"
"I can't wait to start."
"Wonderful. It won't be long now till you are delivered to him. Before that we need to test one final thing."
Dr Monaghan pulled down his trousers and underwear.
"I need you to suck my cock."
Dr Monaghan's cock grew quickly erect. It had been surgically altered and looked closer to a dildo designed to look like a cock rather than an actual penis. Its color was close to white and the appearance of it suggested it was made of rubber. The latter was confirmed when Lucy wrapped her lips around it. Lucy thought nothing of what she was doing. She was a doll. She followed commands. There was nothing to think about.
Lucy bobbed her head forwards and backwards, trying to take in as much of Dr Monaghan's dildo-cock as possible. It was long—around nine inches she guessed—and thicker than most. It hurt her, as she pushed it to the back or her mouth, and it triggered her gag reflex. But she was a doll, and dolls didn't complain or struggle with their commands. She repeated that in her head, and repeated the hypnotic chants she'd been subjected to earlier. They soon had an effect, and Lucy was sucking dick like she was an expert. With every movement forwards she took his cock in as far as her mouth could hold it and she never felt any pain in doing so.
"Now enjoy sucking my cock."
Lucy obeyed. She began to moan as she took his dick in. She tried to smile, her lips curving upwards as the cock filled her mouth. She made it sound like she was the happiest woman alive. When Dr Monaghan's cock occasionally slipped out she looked up at him with a face of glee and then wasted no time in getting his cock back into her mouth.
"Swallow."
That was all he said when his cock erupted with cum. Lucy couldn't tell whether his massive cock produced massive amounts of cum because he shot it all down her throat. His hands gripped the back of her silicone head and forced her to swallow every last drop. And swallow she did, eagerly following his command. When he finally let go and removed his cock there wasn't a drop of cum to be seen on it. Lucy licked her lips and smiled pleasantly up at Dr Monaghan.
"Perfect" he said, proud of his new creation. "Dr Rose and Dr Quinn. Clean up in here. Lucy, follow me to the dressing rooms. We need to get you clothed and delivered to your new owner."
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When Robert had told his daughter that for his birthday she should buy him a sex doll from the Doll Factory he'd never expected her to go through with it. He'd figured she'd discover how they made their dolls and leave soon enough. Or that she'd get too grossed out before she even went in the place.
When Robert got a text from the Doll Factory, saying that his doll Lucy was being made, and she'd be delivered later that day, he was happy beyond belief. He suspected that they'd not been entirely forthcoming to Lucy; his friend (who'd told him about the business in the first place) had mentioned that they erred on the side of deceit, to ensure their 'customers' weren't scared off. However the dolls were always happy afterwards, or so his friend had claimed. Still, he wasn't bothered by any deceit or trickery that might've happened. Lucy had taken her mother's side in the divorce court; she needed to repay him. To be fair his son had too, but Robert couldn't get his revenge till his son was back from his holiday abroad.
It was the late afternoon when the doorbell ringed. Robert rushed to open the door. Behind it was a deliveryman, with a tall wooden crate with air holes on an industrial cart. Robert signed for the delivery, and the man helped Robert lift the crate into his house. Big letters on the side of the crate warned of its fragile contents and not to drop it.
Once he'd shut the door Robert opened the crate. Its wooden top easily slid off to reveal the doll underneath. Lucy had her eyes shut and was perfectly still. On top of her was a little note from the Doll Factory. It read:
"Thank you for your purchase from the Doll Factory. We hope you enjoy your doll! She has been designed to follow and enjoy your every command! When you are ready you can command her to get out of the crate. After that she will do whatever you desire.
You can also find beneath your doll some additional clothing for her to wear. This has been expertly selected to fit her body shape. Enjoy!"
Robert put the note aside. On the back of it was an invoice (with Lucy's payment details) plus the shipping info.
"Stand up Lucy."
The doll rose up from the crate. Her movement was so smooth and her skin so pale that she could've been mistaken for a vampire rising from their coffin. She stood up and stepped out of the crate like a robot ready to serve.
Robert was amazed by her appearance. Overall it was the same. Her height, eye color, hair color, facial structure, body shape, it was all the same. But everywhere he looked she was different. Her breasts and butt had grown to get that fantasy shape you only ever saw in porn. Her skin was perfectly smooth and rubbery, with not a blemish or mark in sight. And her face! Her face was definitively that of a doll's. Robert grinned eagerly as he looked at her. If someone didn't know otherwise then they'd be convinced this was an inanimate sex doll.
He was also impressed with how she'd been dressed. Her outfit was made of polished black latex that shone in the light: she wore arm-length gloves that reached almost to her shoulders; around her waist was a corset with a straight zip down the middle. The corset rose to just below her breasts. They didn't need support—they stood in the air like an invisible bra carried them up. Lastly, she wore thigh high-boots with a stiletto at the heel, forcing her chest forwards. The beauty of the outfit was how it covered so much of Lucy's silicone skin while still keeping her breasts, pussy, and butt all bare.
"Look who's a sexy little thing. How are you feeling?"
"Ok" Lucy replied unemotionally.
"Come on. Aren't you happy that you're a doll? Put a smile on that face."
Lucy smiled robotically.
Robert furrowed his brows, taken aback by how little emotion she had.
"Stop smiling."
And so Lucy stopped smiling.
"Ahhhhh, I get how it is. You won't do anything unless I command it? Right?"
"Yes."
A devilish smile grew on Robert's face.
"Right then. All the time when you're around me you're to be happy. Got it?"
"Yes father." Lucy said with a comfortable smile on her face.
"That's better. Now tell me honestly, are you happy to be a doll? Do you like this better than how you were before?"
"Yes and yes. I would hate to be human again."
Robert was taken aback to hear that his friend was right. This was going to be more fun than he expected.
"So you like what you're wearing then? You enjoy wearing clothes like that now?"
"Of course. But I can change if you want me to."
"No, no, I was only curious. What you're wearing is perfect."
Robert paused for a few moments, only starting to realise the full potential of what he could do with his daughter now. Although she wasn't really his daughter, not anymore. She was his doll. She was his to play with. Part of him however still doubted that this was really happening.
"And you'll do whatever I tell you to. You won't talk back or get annoyed at me?"
"No. You own me. A doll does whatever her owner tells her to do."
She was still smiling like she'd been commanded to. That settled it for Robert. This was really happening.
"Ok then. Fondle your breasts."
Lucy wrapped her latex-clad hands around her breasts and caressed them. They were firm and perky in her hands. Robert watched on in amazement.
"Keep doing that with one hand but masturbate with your other."
Lucy took her left hand and bent down slightly to stroke her vulva. She played with her rubber clitoris before inserting the black finger into her vagina. It didn't get that far because she was still trying to keep her balance in the stiletto-heeled boots. It was far enough to make Robert happy. He watched for a little while before another idea struck his mind.
"Alright stop that now. Come with me to the kitchen."
In the kitchen Robert took a whole cucumber from his fridge and handed it to Lucy.
"I think you know what to do with this. Lie down on the table if you need to."
Lucy lay down on Robert's black granite table. Her pale skin stood out against it while the black latex seemed to sink into it. Robert's focus was on the green cucumber, slowly making its way into Lucy's vagina. She spread out her legs to get it in and her boots hung off the table.
"Stop, let me take over."
Robert took the cucumber from Lucy's grasp while it was still in her vagina. He pushed it in further, and when it would go no more, he began a gentle thrusting motion, watching it be enveloped by her crotch. What Robert loved so much about it, he realised, was that Lucy was completely silent and still. She was still smiling and looking at him, but her arms never moved and nor her head as well. Robert swore that she didn't even blink at him once. She just lay there and took it.
Robert stopped moving the cucumber, expecting her to say something. She didn't. She was completely inanimate. Just like how she was when she was still in the crate. He kept waiting, and waiting, thinking that she must do something. Five, ten, minutes went past. In all that time her dull glossy eyes stayed open, staring at Robert. He left the cucumber in her and started to feel her. He caressed her legs and groped her breasts. He tickled her clitoris, easily accessed with her vulva pushed open by the cucumber. He enjoyed massaging her smooth silicone skin, feeling the rubber against his hands. There was still no sign of life.
"Do you enjoy being silent?" Robert asked, half-expecting her not to reply.
"I'm a doll. Why would I make a noise?"
Robert chuckled to himself.
He removed the cucumber from her vagina. For being rubbery now, her vulva and vagina didn't looked stretched at all by the cucumber. They were still perfectly shaped and proportioned. Obviously Robert had never seen her pussy before, but he suspected it was one of the parts changed in her dollification. He passed the cucumber to her.
"Eat all of this that's coated in your vaginal juices."
She held it in her latex glove and began to munch on it, chewing and swallowing it with no hesitation. Meanwhile Robert unzipped his trousers and got out his cock. He ploughed it straight into Lucy's pussy, feeling it slide in like a well-oiled pump. He began to fuck her, pounding her pussy while he watched her snack. Her whole body shook with every thrust he did. For the size of her breasts, and how little of them were actually connected to her chest, they shook surprisingly little, bobbing back and forth gently.
Once she'd finished eating, Robert commanded Lucy to fondle her breasts again and moan. She performed excellently. Like Dr Monaghan before, Lucy's moans were sweet and euphoric enough to make any man cum quickly. The sight of her pleasuring herself with her own massive tits sped Robert up even more. He pulled out and shot his load all over Lucy, splattering her with his white cum from her breasts to the bottom of her corset.
He looked over her beautiful body, admiring the cum-stained doll in front of him. He took the time to recover his breath. After he'd pulled out she'd gone still and silent again, just lying there like an object. A perfect object. He commanded her to eat his cum with only her fingers, and like every command before she instantly complied. She scraped the white cum up with her black latex fingers and licked them clean with a willing smile. When she was finished there was only the small cum-stain here and there, where his white seed had dried onto her latex.
Like Lucy, Robert was still with a blissful smile on his face. Although it was a couple of days early, this was the best birthday present he'd ever received. As he appreciated his present a thought floated into his head slowly and clearly, like all good thoughts do. What if his son 'bought' him a doll as well...
*****
"Hello. Welcome to the Doll Factory. How can we help you today?"
Lucy looked on at the receptionist uncomfortably. She was a doll. A living doll. It shouldn't have been surprising to see the receptionist of the Doll Factory, well, be a doll. Yet her unnatural appearance creeped Lucy out. Her skin was inhumanly smooth and pale. Her eyes had a dull glint to them, and as Lucy looked into them she saw they never blinked. In fact her whole posture lacked those human touches: she was perfectly still, with not the slightest trace of movement to be seen on her face or her body.
"I'm here, uhhh, this is going to sound weird, but I want to get a sex doll for my father's birthday. He, uhh, told me to try this place."
The receptionist mechanically smiled and replied.
"We don't judge here at the Doll Factory. Let me lead you to our consultation room, where we can help you design the perfect doll."
"Sure..." Lucy said, her voice trailing, as she followed the receptionist. The receptionist's walk was doll-like as well. There wasn't that sway that most people had; she looked more like a robot who'd been programmed to stick one foot out after the other.
The receptionist led Lucy into a small clinical room before disappearing. There were a few dolls at the sides of the room. They were perfectly still, so not living, like the receptionist, but inanimate. How they should be, thought Lucy. Each of the dolls was very different in its size and appearance, obviously there to show the features on offer to prospective customers. Some of the dolls were dressed normally; others were in lingerie and other sexy outfits; and a couple of the dolls were more, how to put it, bizarre? One of them was in (what was it called now...) a cutesy Lolita dress. (She remembered it from a convention that was in town years ago.) Lucy took a seat in the room and not long after a normal man walked in.
"Hi, I'm Dr Monaghan. What did you think of our receptionist?"
"She's... pretty."
"I know right, she's a real beauty to be able to work with. Anyway let's get down to business. The way this works is we'll discuss the design of the doll, plus any accessories you want to give her. I'll give you a quote based on what we come up with. If you pay now then we can get the doll made today. We'll even do shipping for free for you!"
"That all sounds fine."
"Lovely. Now do you have in mind how you want the doll to look?"
"Well the doll's for my father, so I don't think the particular details matter too much. As long as she's pretty."
"I see, just the standard stuff then." He quickly typed away some notes into a laptop. "Oh, is this going to be a sex doll?"
"Uhhh..." Lucy wanted to run out of the room and scream in embarrassment. The receptionist was ok, she could pretend she wasn't real, but this guy! He was a normal human. And she had to tell him her father wanted a sex doll for his birthday.
Thankfully he interjected first.
"Because by default our dolls are designed for sex. We make sure their beauty isn't solely on their face, you know?"
"Um, yes, that's great."
"Lovely then. Lastly for the design of the doll then, do you want it to be more realistically or unnaturally shaped? Sorry, that's not very clear is it? I mean do you want her proportions to be normal, or do you—ahem, your father, sorry—does he like unnaturally shaped breasts and butts."
"I think make it slightly unnatural, for his pleasure, but probably not too far."
"Good, good. Now then, onto accessories. Do you have any particular outfits in mind you want the doll to wear?"
"Not really... I mean my father's going to be fucking the thing, so just give her some sexy clothes."
"Can you be any more specific than that? We have quite a wide range of clothes to dress up the dolls. Are you thinking of some simple lingerie, something that could be worn to the club, or something more slutty than that?"
Lucy looked away as she tried not to cringe when imaging what this thing was going to look like. Why did she have to buy the doll for her divorced father? Why couldn't her brother be the one to do this? She could go for the lingerie and be done with it... but her father was probably expecting something more than that.
"Just give her some slutty clothes. I'm not the one who's going to be using the doll."
"Brilliant. We'll give her a curated selection of our slutwear doll outfits that'll compliment her appearance."
Lucy was still cringing about what she was buying as Dr Monaghan typed away into his laptop. He left the room for a moment to collect a form that was printing. She considered running away now, ending this whole errand. Her father could buy the doll himself. But at the same time she felt bad for thinking that. This was supposed to make him feel better, to help him get over his divorce. So what if it was a bit creepy buying a doll for her father? She was a grown up. She could handle these things.
Dr Monaghan returned.
"We're almost finished here. The only things you need to do now is put the shipping address here and your payment details down here if you're happy with the price, and then sign at the bottom. While you do that I'll get our receptionist to get you a drink, complimentary with every purchase."
Lucy took the clipboard and filled in all the information. She noticed the pages of terms and conditions hidden behind the front sheet. "Should I read these?" she asked, lifting up the cover page she'd just signed.
"Oh no, not at all. It's just boilerplate contract stuff. Here, let me take that."
He snatched it out of her hands before she got a chance to look. She was about to complain when the receptionist from earlier walked in, carrying in a glass of prosecco on a silver tray.
"Your complimentary drink" she said as she passed it to Lucy.
Lucy took it and sipped at it, looking back with annoyance at Dr Monaghan. He was busy typing her details into the computer. She took another sip, then another... then an...
When Lucy awoke she was lain flat in an operating theatre. Bright lights above her made it difficult for her to focus on her surroundings. She was also... naked! She tried to get up and shout but she couldn't. She was frozen there, completely paralysed.
Dr Monaghan appeared over her, dressed in surgical scrubs.
"Sorry for the blackout. The paralysis drug we use does sometimes have that effect. Not to worry though. You're here and we can get to work. You'll be awake for the procedure to help you adjust afterwards. It's easier seeing the changes gradually, rather than all at once."
"Get to work on what?" Lucy wanted to scream out. Were she not paralysed she'd be shaking with fear.
He pulled over a mirror, hanging horizontally off of a steel pole.
"This should let you watch us as we work. Trust me—you're going to love it."
Dr Monaghan walked away from her.
"Dr Rose. Can you do the initial injection please."
A woman, no, a living doll, like the receptionist earlier, dressed in surgical scrubs, approached Lucy and injected a large syringe containing a pink substance into her arm. She spoke to Lucy:
"This is a cocktail of drugs to help you enjoy the procedure. You should feel much happier and excited soon."
Bullshit, thought Lucy.
Dr Monaghan called out from across the room:
"Oh and by the way, before we start, try to relax during the procedure. You agreed to this after all. We have your signature proving it."
"What!" Lucy again willed her frozen mouth to no avail.
"Dr Rose and Dr Quinn. Breast injections please."
Two living dolls approached Lucy and inserted two massive syringes just below each of her areolas. They injected in a thick white substance. Lucy watched through the mirror as her breasts grew from supple 32B cups into protruding 34DD cups. They expanded closest to the nipple, while they stayed the same size nearer her chest, making them look like balloons fastened to her chest.
"Dr Rose and Dr Quinn are filling you up with a liquid silicone substance. It's designed to harden once inside of you so that your new proportions stay firm."
The two dolls put their needles aside and separated a section of the operating table by Lucy's legs. She felt the table give way beneath her ass and it was exposed to the air.
"Ass injections now."
Like with her breasts, needles were inserted into each of her butt cheeks and she felt them swell in size. She'd got a pretty solid idea of what was going on by now, but she didn't feel scared anymore. Her attention was curiously fixated on seeing how they changed her body. She felt as if she was watching a separate person, that this doll-in-production was not her.
Dr Monaghan walked over and inspected her.
"Yes, yes, that should be fine. Prepare the nanobots now."
Nanobots had been banned several years ago by the government, Lucy remembered. Somehow they had them here. Dr Monaghan and Dr Rose pulled over a machine. Lucy couldn't get a good view of it; she could only see that it seemed very complicated. She felt... intrigued, realising that they were going to use it on her.
They hooked up some tubes into her and turned it on. It made a soothing humming noise. Dr Quinn also gave Lucy another injection of the pink liquid. Lucy almost didn't realise, as she was staring at the nanobot machine.
"These nanobots are going to travel through your blood and bring silicone to your skin to make it look all pretty and smooth. It'll take almost an hour, so while you wait we've got some audio for you to listen to and relax."
All three of them left the room as the audio began to play. It was of a woman speaking. Her voice was quiet and soft... so relaxing to listen to. Lucy felt her grip on reality loosening as she slipped into a hypnotic state.
"You are a doll... a beautiful doll... a pretty doll... a sexy doll... a cute doll..."
...
"You love being a doll... you love being a beautiful doll... you love being a pretty doll.. you love being a sexy doll... you love being a cute doll..."
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"A doll loves being a doll... a doll loves being beautiful... a doll loves being pretty... a doll loves being sexy... a doll loves being cute..."
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"You love being a doll... you love being submissive... you love not thinking... you love being commanded... you love being a doll..."
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"A doll loves to be fucked... a doll loves to be used... a doll loves to be dominated... a doll loves to pleasure... a doll is an object... a doll loves being an object... a doll loves being inanimate..."
...
The woman's voice turned harsh, full of anxiety and terror.
"A doll hates being free... a doll hates being human... a doll hates thinking for herself... a doll hates not being owned..."
...
The woman's voice returned to being calm and peaceful.
"A doll loves her owner... a doll loves to be commanded by her owner... a doll loves to listen to her owner... a doll loves following commands... a doll loves her owner..."
...
The messages repeated over and over again, forming a chant that eternally repeated itself in Lucy's mind. She never noticed when they stopped—she kept repeating them herself in her head. She didn't think of anything of her old life. That was a shadow in the back of her mind. She only thought about how she was a doll, about how she was so cute, and how she wanted to be used.
All this time she had still been looking at the mirror above her. She had not, however, been paying any attention to what she saw—until now. What she saw was Dr Rose and Dr Quinn at work with Dr Monaghan supervising them. What she saw was herself: a doll with gorgeous pale silicone skin, beautifully inhuman without any dirty natural hair. What she was Dr Rose and Dr Quinn making her even more beautiful. They were glueing long eyelashes to her eyes, where her ugly ones had fallen out; they were stitching a new lush wig to her head, to replace her old horrid brown hair with shining brown locks that she'd never have to style herself; and lastly they were giving her new eyebrows, thin ones, that'd would always stay perfectly trimmed.
Lucy was ecstatic. She was such a pretty doll. But she was also a good doll—so she stayed silent as they worked, not moving or showing emotion on her face. She didn't want to annoy her new owner. She wanted them to love her.
Dr Monaghan spoke to Dr Rose and Dr Quinn. Something about makeup and her pussy. Lucy looked forward to being commanded like that. She imagined the moment that would come soon when she would be ordered about. She felt wet just thinking about it.
Dr Rose worked over Lucy's face with a variety of specialised paintbrushes and paints. Lucy could see through the mirror her cheeks becoming flusher, her lips gaining a more striking a red, and her eyes getting surrounded by a lovely eyeliner and eyeshadow. It was harder to see what Dr Quinn was up to. She was by Lucy's legs, and the angle of the mirror prevented Lucy from getting a good view of what she was doing. Lucy had an idea though, from the precise slashes she felt by her vulva. Dr Quinn was making that area look pretty as well, to make it as lovely as her face.
They were soon finished. Dr Monaghan slowly walked round Lucy's body, examining every detail. Lucy thought every detail was perfect—perfectly beautiful: she was a perfect doll.
"I think we're done with the procedure. The paralysis drug should've worn off by now. Stand up Lucy."
Lucy almost quivered in excitement. This was her first command! She was a good doll though, and she made sure to show no reaction bar what he wanted. She mechanically moved off the operating table and stood to face Dr Monaghan.
"What is your name?"
"I'm Lucy."
"What are you?"
"I'm a doll."
"Who's your owner."
Lucy paused for a moment, racking her brains to recall who had wanted her in the first place.
"My father."
"Good. How do you feel about being a doll?"
"I love it."
"And how do you feel about serving your owner?"
"I can't wait to start."
"Wonderful. It won't be long now till you are delivered to him. Before that we need to test one final thing."
Dr Monaghan pulled down his trousers and underwear.
"I need you to suck my cock."
Dr Monaghan's cock grew quickly erect. It had been surgically altered and looked closer to a dildo designed to look like a cock rather than an actual penis. Its color was close to white and the appearance of it suggested it was made of rubber. The latter was confirmed when Lucy wrapped her lips around it. Lucy thought nothing of what she was doing. She was a doll. She followed commands. There was nothing to think about.
Lucy bobbed her head forwards and backwards, trying to take in as much of Dr Monaghan's dildo-cock as possible. It was long—around nine inches she guessed—and thicker than most. It hurt her, as she pushed it to the back or her mouth, and it triggered her gag reflex. But she was a doll, and dolls didn't complain or struggle with their commands. She repeated that in her head, and repeated the hypnotic chants she'd been subjected to earlier. They soon had an effect, and Lucy was sucking dick like she was an expert. With every movement forwards she took his cock in as far as her mouth could hold it and she never felt any pain in doing so.
"Now enjoy sucking my cock."
Lucy obeyed. She began to moan as she took his dick in. She tried to smile, her lips curving upwards as the cock filled her mouth. She made it sound like she was the happiest woman alive. When Dr Monaghan's cock occasionally slipped out she looked up at him with a face of glee and then wasted no time in getting his cock back into her mouth.
"Swallow."
That was all he said when his cock erupted with cum. Lucy couldn't tell whether his massive cock produced massive amounts of cum because he shot it all down her throat. His hands gripped the back of her silicone head and forced her to swallow every last drop. And swallow she did, eagerly following his command. When he finally let go and removed his cock there wasn't a drop of cum to be seen on it. Lucy licked her lips and smiled pleasantly up at Dr Monaghan.
"Perfect" he said, proud of his new creation. "Dr Rose and Dr Quinn. Clean up in here. Lucy, follow me to the dressing rooms. We need to get you clothed and delivered to your new owner."
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When Robert had told his daughter that for his birthday she should buy him a sex doll from the Doll Factory he'd never expected her to go through with it. He'd figured she'd discover how they made their dolls and leave soon enough. Or that she'd get too grossed out before she even went in the place.
When Robert got a text from the Doll Factory, saying that his doll Lucy was being made, and she'd be delivered later that day, he was happy beyond belief. He suspected that they'd not been entirely forthcoming to Lucy; his friend (who'd told him about the business in the first place) had mentioned that they erred on the side of deceit, to ensure their 'customers' weren't scared off. However the dolls were always happy afterwards, or so his friend had claimed. Still, he wasn't bothered by any deceit or trickery that might've happened. Lucy had taken her mother's side in the divorce court; she needed to repay him. To be fair his son had too, but Robert couldn't get his revenge till his son was back from his holiday abroad.
It was the late afternoon when the doorbell ringed. Robert rushed to open the door. Behind it was a deliveryman, with a tall wooden crate with air holes on an industrial cart. Robert signed for the delivery, and the man helped Robert lift the crate into his house. Big letters on the side of the crate warned of its fragile contents and not to drop it.
Once he'd shut the door Robert opened the crate. Its wooden top easily slid off to reveal the doll underneath. Lucy had her eyes shut and was perfectly still. On top of her was a little note from the Doll Factory. It read:
"Thank you for your purchase from the Doll Factory. We hope you enjoy your doll! She has been designed to follow and enjoy your every command! When you are ready you can command her to get out of the crate. After that she will do whatever you desire.
You can also find beneath your doll some additional clothing for her to wear. This has been expertly selected to fit her body shape. Enjoy!"
Robert put the note aside. On the back of it was an invoice (with Lucy's payment details) plus the shipping info.
"Stand up Lucy."
The doll rose up from the crate. Her movement was so smooth and her skin so pale that she could've been mistaken for a vampire rising from their coffin. She stood up and stepped out of the crate like a robot ready to serve.
Robert was amazed by her appearance. Overall it was the same. Her height, eye color, hair color, facial structure, body shape, it was all the same. But everywhere he looked she was different. Her breasts and butt had grown to get that fantasy shape you only ever saw in porn. Her skin was perfectly smooth and rubbery, with not a blemish or mark in sight. And her face! Her face was definitively that of a doll's. Robert grinned eagerly as he looked at her. If someone didn't know otherwise then they'd be convinced this was an inanimate sex doll.
He was also impressed with how she'd been dressed. Her outfit was made of polished black latex that shone in the light: she wore arm-length gloves that reached almost to her shoulders; around her waist was a corset with a straight zip down the middle. The corset rose to just below her breasts. They didn't need support—they stood in the air like an invisible bra carried them up. Lastly, she wore thigh high-boots with a stiletto at the heel, forcing her chest forwards. The beauty of the outfit was how it covered so much of Lucy's silicone skin while still keeping her breasts, pussy, and butt all bare.
"Look who's a sexy little thing. How are you feeling?"
"Ok" Lucy replied unemotionally.
"Come on. Aren't you happy that you're a doll? Put a smile on that face."
Lucy smiled robotically.
Robert furrowed his brows, taken aback by how little emotion she had.
"Stop smiling."
And so Lucy stopped smiling.
"Ahhhhh, I get how it is. You won't do anything unless I command it? Right?"
"Yes."
A devilish smile grew on Robert's face.
"Right then. All the time when you're around me you're to be happy. Got it?"
"Yes father." Lucy said with a comfortable smile on her face.
"That's better. Now tell me honestly, are you happy to be a doll? Do you like this better than how you were before?"
"Yes and yes. I would hate to be human again."
Robert was taken aback to hear that his friend was right. This was going to be more fun than he expected.
"So you like what you're wearing then? You enjoy wearing clothes like that now?"
"Of course. But I can change if you want me to."
"No, no, I was only curious. What you're wearing is perfect."
Robert paused for a few moments, only starting to realise the full potential of what he could do with his daughter now. Although she wasn't really his daughter, not anymore. She was his doll. She was his to play with. Part of him however still doubted that this was really happening.
"And you'll do whatever I tell you to. You won't talk back or get annoyed at me?"
"No. You own me. A doll does whatever her owner tells her to do."
She was still smiling like she'd been commanded to. That settled it for Robert. This was really happening.
"Ok then. Fondle your breasts."
Lucy wrapped her latex-clad hands around her breasts and caressed them. They were firm and perky in her hands. Robert watched on in amazement.
"Keep doing that with one hand but masturbate with your other."
Lucy took her left hand and bent down slightly to stroke her vulva. She played with her rubber clitoris before inserting the black finger into her vagina. It didn't get that far because she was still trying to keep her balance in the stiletto-heeled boots. It was far enough to make Robert happy. He watched for a little while before another idea struck his mind.
"Alright stop that now. Come with me to the kitchen."
In the kitchen Robert took a whole cucumber from his fridge and handed it to Lucy.
"I think you know what to do with this. Lie down on the table if you need to."
Lucy lay down on Robert's black granite table. Her pale skin stood out against it while the black latex seemed to sink into it. Robert's focus was on the green cucumber, slowly making its way into Lucy's vagina. She spread out her legs to get it in and her boots hung off the table.
"Stop, let me take over."
Robert took the cucumber from Lucy's grasp while it was still in her vagina. He pushed it in further, and when it would go no more, he began a gentle thrusting motion, watching it be enveloped by her crotch. What Robert loved so much about it, he realised, was that Lucy was completely silent and still. She was still smiling and looking at him, but her arms never moved and nor her head as well. Robert swore that she didn't even blink at him once. She just lay there and took it.
Robert stopped moving the cucumber, expecting her to say something. She didn't. She was completely inanimate. Just like how she was when she was still in the crate. He kept waiting, and waiting, thinking that she must do something. Five, ten, minutes went past. In all that time her dull glossy eyes stayed open, staring at Robert. He left the cucumber in her and started to feel her. He caressed her legs and groped her breasts. He tickled her clitoris, easily accessed with her vulva pushed open by the cucumber. He enjoyed massaging her smooth silicone skin, feeling the rubber against his hands. There was still no sign of life.
"Do you enjoy being silent?" Robert asked, half-expecting her not to reply.
"I'm a doll. Why would I make a noise?"
Robert chuckled to himself.
He removed the cucumber from her vagina. For being rubbery now, her vulva and vagina didn't looked stretched at all by the cucumber. They were still perfectly shaped and proportioned. Obviously Robert had never seen her pussy before, but he suspected it was one of the parts changed in her dollification. He passed the cucumber to her.
"Eat all of this that's coated in your vaginal juices."
She held it in her latex glove and began to munch on it, chewing and swallowing it with no hesitation. Meanwhile Robert unzipped his trousers and got out his cock. He ploughed it straight into Lucy's pussy, feeling it slide in like a well-oiled pump. He began to fuck her, pounding her pussy while he watched her snack. Her whole body shook with every thrust he did. For the size of her breasts, and how little of them were actually connected to her chest, they shook surprisingly little, bobbing back and forth gently.
Once she'd finished eating, Robert commanded Lucy to fondle her breasts again and moan. She performed excellently. Like Dr Monaghan before, Lucy's moans were sweet and euphoric enough to make any man cum quickly. The sight of her pleasuring herself with her own massive tits sped Robert up even more. He pulled out and shot his load all over Lucy, splattering her with his white cum from her breasts to the bottom of her corset.
He looked over her beautiful body, admiring the cum-stained doll in front of him. He took the time to recover his breath. After he'd pulled out she'd gone still and silent again, just lying there like an object. A perfect object. He commanded her to eat his cum with only her fingers, and like every command before she instantly complied. She scraped the white cum up with her black latex fingers and licked them clean with a willing smile. When she was finished there was only the small cum-stain here and there, where his white seed had dried onto her latex.
Like Lucy, Robert was still with a blissful smile on his face. Although it was a couple of days early, this was the best birthday present he'd ever received. As he appreciated his present a thought floated into his head slowly and clearly, like all good thoughts do. What if his son 'bought' him a doll as well...