With the faint red glow of a spliffed cigarette hanging from her lips, Katya stood alone, leaning against a pole as she ran a hand through her hair. The curly, red array of frills almost appeared to be on fire, only emphasized by the dim red light cast upon her from the traffic light of the intersection she found herself at. The streets of the city were surprisingly quiet that night, not necessarily a good thing for her. Katya was a callgirl, a “lady of the night,” or put a bit more frankly, a prostitute. It didn’t matter to her; Personally she couldn’t give a damn what people called her, let alone what they said about her. She was a girl who needed money, and looking the way she did some could say her current profession came naturally to her.

With her light skin and shapely form, she ended up making enough to pay for what she needed easily. “A job is a job,” she mumbled to herself, shrugging off the thoughts of what she had to put up with before drawing again of the cigarette balanced on the end of her mouth. Tonight though, it didn’t seem like she had much of a job to do. With only the occasional car passing by, she was almost kind of glad that she would have a night off. Dropping the cig to the ground, she moved to stamp it out but stopped short, seeing a man move up beside her. “Evening,” he said, in a fairly warm tone.

Katya looked over him quickly. He was dressed sharply, with clean cut dirty blonde hair. She raised an eyebrow to him silently, not knowing if he was just bring friendly or interested. Before she could say a thing, he lifted up a small roll of bills in his hand, smirking to her as he spoke in a hushed but confident tone. “I know how all this works, looking for some work?”  Looking between him and the money in his hand, Katya shrugged, shifting her tone before and putting on a seductive smirk before replying with a “Sure, whatever you say.” At that the man led her down the street to his car, holding the door for her as she left the cigarette bud smoldering on the ground behind her.

Driving along, Katya made conversation with the man, keeping up the seductive act that she had practiced until it was practically second nature to her. In reality, it really was just an act; she couldn’t care less about most any man that ended up “employing” her. Admittedly, this man did peak her interest more than most though. Sharply dressed, driving a beautifully made car she found herself admiring, Katya couldn’t figure out what he was doing getting a prostitute. From what she could tell he could easily flash that kind of money and looks at a bar and bring home most any girl by the end of the night. Shrugging it off, she went back to watching the lights of the city flicker by on the roads they passed. ‘He better not be into anything weird,” she groaned internally before putting on her seductive persona and turning to talk to him again.

By the time they got to their destination, Katya was ready to get her job done with and get home. Following the man up the stairs of an apartment complex, he led her through the halls before stopping at a door, unlocking it swiftly. Stepping into the apartment, Katya felt herself a bit shocked once again. As the man flipped on the lights, the size of the flat they stepped into became apparent, with the living room practically being the size of her own apartment. With the man walking over to a bar in the corner, Katya slipped off her coat, tossing it over a black leather couch, one of the many pieces of seemingly expensive furniture all around the room. ‘Looks like I’ll be making some decent money tonight after all,’ she thought to herself, smirking genuinely for the first time that night as she looked to her customer.

Walking up to her, he handed her a drink before taking a sip of his own. “You like the place?” he asked jokingly, having watched her gawk at the room around her. Sipping the drink lightly, she spoke with some honesty for once. “It’s amazing, beautiful really.” Smirking to himself, he looked over the girl in front of him. “Thanks, I was just thinking how I needed a piece of art like you to tie the room together.”

Finishing her drink, Katya went right back to business. “So…bedroom?” She suggested aptly, the man smirking as he took her by the hand and led her down a hallway towards the edge of the apartment. Entering the bedroom, the place was equally as extravagant. With a large, pristine looking bed set in the middle of the room, a large bay window beside the bed overlooked the lights of the city. What instantly caught Katya’s attention though wasn’t any of that though. Instead her eyes darted to two lifelike statuses of women posed against the back wall. Stepping in and flipping on the lights, it was only then that Katya realized they weren’t statues. Biting her lip in slight concern, she approached them slowly, speaking up to the man beside her. “Are those…dolls?”

Standing inches from one of the doll’s unflinching face, Katya felt herself tense up immediately. If it wasn’t for the toy’s distant gaze and the poles holding her in place, she wouldn’t be able to tell the girl in front of her was anything but real. Both dolls were unique, each an image of a beautiful woman, dressed scantily in matching, lace nightgowns. The girl in front of her was shorter than herself, with dark brown skin and straight black hair that rested just above her shoulders. Below that her strongly emphasized curves were anything but hidden under the nightgown, with her arms set in an inviting pose. Katya found herself backing up slowly, only to find her back pressed up against her customer. Chuckling, he rested his hands on her sides before turning her to face him. “Like what you see?” Now notably nervous, Katya was slow to reply. “Like is a strong word…” she joked timidly, grasping at a strand her hair anxiously.

Regaining her composure, she calmed herself internally, breaking from the man’s grasp before walking slowly the other doll. This one was just as beautiful as the last. The doll had an almost ditzy composure, her mouth hanging ajar with her head tilted off to the side, her weight held up by two metal supports under her arms. Her legs were buckled beneath her, her arms hanging limply at her sides as well. From the look of her tussled, messy brown hair and the slight amount of residue at the corner of the dolls mouth, it seemed she had just recently been used. Shuttering at the thought, Katya tried to keep up her act, turning back to her employer. “So…with two beauties like this, what are you doing picking up girls at the corners? What good am I to you?” The man smirked, seeming like he was hoping for her to ask that. Checking his watch, he stepped up to her slowly, resting his hands on her waist once again. “Because, the corners are exactly where I can find girls like these, girls that no one especially cares to go looking for. And as for you, you’re going to be my piece of art, remember?”

With a look of confusion and disgust on her face, Katya hesitated for a moment before lifting her arm to slap him, but a distinct weakness washed over her. She could barely lift her arm above her shoulder, let alone swing, her balled fist falling to her side. All at once, she felt faint, almost collapsing before the man in front of her took her around her waist, hoisting her up and over her shoulder with ease. Bringing her to the bed, he sat her down at its foot, balancing her intently to sit up on her own. Katya, though, could hardly keep her head up now, her chin bobbing down to her chest as her red frills fell over her shoulders. Feeling his fingers run through her hair, the man tugged it firmly, lifting Katya’s gaze forward to meet his. Looking at her expression, Katya practically looked like one of his dolls, her limp form almost entirely supported by his hand. “How did you…what did you…” Katya asked, just trying to move her limbs on her own at that point to no avail. “Just a little something in your drink, my work of art.” He said with a smirk, quick to continue. “Let’s just say I’m a collector, and when I see a new toy I want, I can’t help myself. Don’t worry though; you won’t just be another fuck doll like those two. I have something new in store for you.”

At that, he released his grip and let Katya fall lifelessly to the bed behind her. As she felt herself bounce against the mattress, Katya felt her numbness give way to tingling, a feeling that shot across her whole form. In a second, the sensation sank through her skin, making its way into her chest as well as her arms and legs. As the internal buzzing feeling faded, her whole body felt weightless. Reaching down, the man squeezed Katya’s breast, feeling only the firm, soft give of stuffing within. Gasping strongly, Katya couldn’t believe how sensitive she was to his touch, only intensifying the sensation in her skin. In only a few moments more, her light skin began to give way to a similarly colored cloth. At her joints, a series of defined pivots became visible through her cloth skin, at which the man ran his fingers gingerly across them. Before long, the changes reached her face, taking her quivering demeanor and turning it still, preserved in a look of seduction. Her lips became a deep red cloth as the changes took her lipstick and made it part of her now inanimate form, similarly integrating her blush and eyeshadow into her face. Her eyes, in one last act of her own mobility, shot open before the changes reached them as well, leaving her light blue eyes in a look of mystic.

Looking up at the man above her, Katya struggled to get up, but despite it all her limbs wouldn’t respond to her. Just when she thought it was over, Katya felt her immobile form shrink slowly, the room around her seemingly growing before leaving her at the center of the man’s bed barely under 3 feet tall. With a silence now washing over the room, the man looked down at his handiwork and smiled. Inching onto the bed slowly, he took the girl in both hands, standing her up as he wrapped his hands around her waist with ease. In her new form, she didn’t even stand as tall as him sitting on the bed, Katya feeling a massive hand straighten her now soft, nylon hair, her head bobbing slightly as she felt it pulled at. Despite her struggle, she passively let it happen, unable to move a muscle, let alone stand a change against the hands that encompassed her frame. “You turned out nice, didn’t you?” he spoke jokingly, puppeting Katya to answer with a nod by pulling at her hair. Even now, she could hardly think straight, overwhelmed by the strength of the man’s touch supporting her soft form. “You know, I half expected you to come out as some cheaply made little rag doll. When I bought the potion to make the two fuck toys over there from this strip club,” he said, picking Katya up and pointing her towards his other dolls, “I knew exactly what I was getting, two silicon beauties. But for you, the package the bottle I picked up just said ‘Stuffed Doll.’ How vague can you get?” he said with a laugh, incredibly casual about the whole situation. Moving to the backboard of the bed, the man dragged Katya behind him by her hair like any other ragdoll. Katya expected a surge of pain, but interestingly the dragging only didn’t hurt, simply feeling like a tingling tugging sensation. To the newly made doll, the sensitivity of her scalp in her combined with the tugging felt…really good to her surprise, her stuffed form dragging behind her along the plush surface of the bed.

Propping her up on his lap, Katya felt her owner run his hands along her, playing with her still pert chest as he did. “Well, if you can’t tell I’m glad you came out like this, aren’t you?” he said with a devilish smirk, nodding her head for her in agreement once again. As Katya slowly began to return to a fully conscious state, another surprise crossed her mind; she found herself agreeing with him. Internally, her thoughts began to shift, with her mind focusing less on retaliation and more on the notable pleasures of her newly submissive form. Before she knew it all she could focus on was the way his hand felt around her, the warmth of his grip, the arousal of him playing with her curves.  “I think you are. Better my plaything then ending up a gift for my niece. You’d probably end up a chew toy for the dog the way that girl treats her dolls.” ‘No, that’d be awful, keep me right here on with you owner, please?’ she found herself thinking, unsure with herself at why or how she was ok with all this. Before she could protest her own shifted thoughts, she practically jumped internally in surprise. Below her on her owner’s lap, she felt something stir, pressing up against her bottom. Pulling her shirt over her head, Katya felt her arms and breasts fall gracelessly downwards before being hoisted up off the man’s lap. “Now, let’s see if you’re still anatomically correct, shall we?”

She was.

By the time he was through, Katya has busted a few seams, with some tearing of her light cloth skin. She couldn’t care though. In months of fucking in her line of work, never did she feel so fulfilled, let alone literally filled, by sex. Something about her limp form wrapped around him like that aroused her like nothing ever had: his warmth becoming hers, his passion guiding her every movement, her purpose being his will. For someone who though so little of sex, she loved being played with, owned. Upon finishing, Katya was lost in a world of bliss, barely conscious as her new owner let her fall lifelessly to his chest, recovering momentarily before getting up and throwing her in the washer to be cleaned. Coming down from her high, she didn’t even mind the way she was tossed around within the machine. To her, she was a doll now, something she had accepted after barely an hour. “I…”I’m a doll, right?” The thought that seemed almost instantly natural to her despite the now distant memories of her time as a girl lingered in the back of her mind. If being cleaned was just part of being played with, she was all for it. After drying her off, her new owner threw her on his living room table before leaving her limply sprawled out, returning  with a sewing kit to mend the wears of her first play. By the time he was done, he had made it so the girl could hold much more in her for next time. Katya could hardly care though. ‘As long as he fixes me up when he’s done, owner can break me as much as he wants,’ she thought with a lustful grin, already hoping for him to use her again. Instead, she felt herself hoisted into the air once more, her gaze looking to the distance between her and the floor as her owner brought her into the bedroom.  Dressing her in her clothes in her old clothes once again, little more than a short tan top and matching booty shorts, the man took his time to run his hands over his new toy’s body once more, he picked up the doll and made his way over to the nightstand beside his bed.

Katya was starting to feel like a child’s favorite plaything, dangling from his grip at his side with her limbs and head bobbing with each step. She felt almost proud of herself as her owner walked her past his other two dolls with her tightly in hand. If she could, she would have winked playfully at the other two dolls, almost as if to say ‘look who his knew favorite is.’ In a second though, she could see him fishing something out of his drawer, though she couldn’t make it out entirely. Before long, they were back in the living room. After a second, Katya found herself back at the living room table, where her owner was quick to bend her over and drop her underwear. ‘Oh, already? This is great! I really am his favoorrr-‘ Katya felt herself cut short as a cold, vinyl support stand was slid into her as far as it could go, locking her up mentally at the sensation. After checking that it was all the way in, the man smirked, propping the stand up right before posing his doll precariously in a seductive position on his living room table. When he was done, he fell back onto the couch, flipping on the TV before glancing around the room before back to his newly posed little statuette, who almost seemed to be beckoning to him with a glint in her eyes. With a satisfied look on his face, he sighed.  “All this room really did need was a little art to bring everything together…I wonder what kind of toy I should get next?”