I also wonder if people would go as far as today's story does. Is this something you'd really want to do, given the choice? Do you want to be a doll? Our protagonist does. And he gets his wish...
To be a dolly
Dave
took a deep breath and looked at the selection screen. He had served
his time, done his due diligence, and had convinced the doctors that
this was what he really wanted. He had signed his forms, waived his
right to sue, and absolved the corporation of all liability. There
was nothing stopping him from going through with it, nothing that
would prevent the change, if that's what he really wanted.
Moment
of truth. Sometimes, we think we want something, we're so certain
that we want it, that we need it. We wish with all our hearts, we
dream about it. But when the possibility actually comes up, when
there is a real chance of it happening, of the dream coming true,
that's when things get really difficult. That's when the doubts set
in, when we begin to question if we really do
want the thing we always thought
we wanted.
So
Dave stared at the screen, trying to make sure this was really what
he wanted. It's not like there was no way back. There's no such thing
as irreversable, not anymore. But still. It was a pretty serious
change. Expensive.
His
hands were shaking. He couldn't find his voice. But he still did it.
He still wanted it.
“Please
step into the machine.” The voice was cold, mechanical. Heartless.
That actually made things easier.
Dave
stepped inside, and a light scanned over his body. A holographic
display stood in front of him, showing him what he looked like in all
it's awful and disgusting glory. His paunchy gut, his trail of hair
around his belly. Dave hated the way he looked. It was just wrong.
“Please
state desired change.”
“I
want to be a doll,” Dave said. “A living sex doll. A female sex
doll.”
His
image started to shift. The curves of his body changed, weight
dropped away, and the expression on his face became vacant.
“Remove
hair,” he said.
Every
strand of hair disappeared from the body in front of him. It looked
more than a little bit off putting.
“Add
eyebrows, eyelashes, and head hair.”
“Specify
color, shape, and length.”
“Blonde
hair, curly and doll like, shoulder length.”
The
form in front of him looked a bit more like a doll. Dave smiled, and
the hologram in front of him smiled back. But the hologram didn't
smile with its whole face. The smile didn't reach its eyes. As if the
muscles in the face didn't work quite right. It was creepy. It was
like- well, it was like a doll.
Perfect.
“Remove
vocal chords,” he said. There was no visible change. “Remove gag
reflex.”
“Specify
safety method.”
There
had to be something, some way of informing that his consent had been
revoked. That he didn't want to be that thing anymore, that he didn't
want to still be a doll. Without a voice, he couldn't give a
safeword. “Hand signal.”
“Acknowledged.
Please state general purpose for mouth if not verbal communication.”
Dave
smiled to himself. “Cock,” he said. “Sucking cock.”
A
small hole appeared at the doll's sternum.
“What's
that?” Dave asked.
“Tracheal
tube for breathing,” the voice said to him. It was still cold,
completely empty of emotion. It wasn't taunting him, just stating
facts in a direct and clinical way.
But
Dave's mind filled in the rest. A
tube in your chest so that you can breathe even when your mouth is
filled with cock, you stupid fuckdoll cumwhore.
He
smiled.
“The
body will be adjusted to absorb nutrients from human sperm. Are there
other sources of nutrients you require?”
Dave
licked his lips and took a deep, shaking breath. “Make it all
sperm,” he said. “Or better yet, make it all bodily excretions.”
“Acknowledged.”
“Smooth
skin.”
The
doll in front of him took on a plastic look, the shine slowly fading
into more of a rubbery texture.
He
looked down between the legs, which was completely blank, like a
doll.
“Add
vaginal and anal access,” he said.
“With
or without natural lubrication?”
“With.”
The
holes appeared, almost dripping wet already. Dave smiled.
“There
are additional options for the doll template,” the voice said.
“Would you like to hear them?”
“Yes
please.”
“Doll
eyes can be made larger. Other users have increased eye size by
seventy percent. Eyelids can be removed for more doll-like effect.”
“What
about blinking?”
“Eyes
can be given nictating membrane that keeps them moistened but are
transparent.”
“Do
it.”
“Acknowledged.”
The doll's eyes got much bigger, and the lids retracted, leaving only
a ring of eyelashes around the shining orbs. “Would you like to be
orgasmic?”
“Of
course.”
“Your
brain could be programmed to only orgasm when given permission.”
Dave
smiled. “Yes please.”
“Should
fingernails be removed?”
“Yes.”
“Toes
are not necessary for a doll. Should toes be removed?”
“Yes.”
The
feet in the hologram grew into smaller plastic versions of Dave's own
feet, molded like a pair of shoes.
“Will
I be able to walk?”
“Walking
will be difficult,” the voice told him. “But not impossible.
Shoes will help.”
“Only
high heels.”
“Acknowledged.
Tendons in ankles will be shortened, requiring the use of heels.”
A
shiver went down Dave's spine as he looked at the doll in front of
him, forced up on its toes. It looked at him with its huge and empty
eyes.
“Decrease
height,” he said. “Make doll five feet tall.”
The
doll shortened, but the proportions stayed the same. “Increase bust
size.”
Then
he reduced the waist size, until the thing standing before him held
no real connection to the body he had started with. It was shorter,
thinner, much more feminine. It was a doll, a baby girl doll, with
nothing masculine left.
He
took a deep breath.
“Are
you sure about this?” It was a different voice this time. One of
the doctors. “I'm looking at the specs you chose, and I want you to
be sure.”
“I'm
sure.”
“Just
to check. You want to be a five foot tall human doll with rubber
skin, no capacity to talk, able to breathe with a mouth filled with
cock.”
He
smiled. “That's correct.”
“And
you want your feet malformed so that you have to wear heels at all
times. Your eyes will never shut, and you will only be able to orgasm
when you are given permission.”
“Yep.”
“Tell
me,” the voice said. “Tell me what you want to be.”
“I
want to be a fuck doll,” Dave said. “A living doll used for the
sexual pleasure of others, fucked in all three holes. I want to be
able to live on cum, to survive as a toilet. I want to be unable to
ever look away or close my eyes, controlled like a toy, treated as
less than human, unable to say no, my orgasm completely controlled by
my owner.”
He
felt a shudder down his spine as he said it, bit his lip to avoid
letting out a moan.
He
was probably imagining the laughter in the doctor's voice. “If
that's what you really want,” he said, “Please lay down in the
machine.”
A
door opened in the floor, light coming through the transluscent goo
of nanobots, ready to make the changes to his body.
Finally
at the point of no return, Dave didn't hesitate nearly as much as he
thought he would. He practically made a splash diving in so quickly.
It
was real. It was going to happen.
He
was going to be a doll.
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