Spring cleaning had never been very high on Alan’s to do list. Living in a clustered, dimly lit apartment of books and various knickknacks he had acquired over the years, Alan was at home in a fair bit of mess, never really finding the need to tidy it all. Between school and work and doing his best to enjoy his life, he didn’t find much time to clean his apartment anyway, and as far as his procrastination was concerned that was just fine. For the longest time, the sporadicness of his apartment had grown slowly, and now in the dead of summer, the time for spring cleaning had come and gone. As he stepped into the chaotic state of his bedroom, he looked around meticulously before sighing in defeat. “Alright, time to clean up I suppose.”

Admittedly, this wasn’t even an overly difficult job for someone in Alan’s position. Alan was one of the rare few in the world that understood and could use magic, a deeply powerful wealth of knowledge that inevitably he only used to do his busy work for him and to pick up girls at the bar using parlor tricks. After all, he was an easy going guy, he didn’t feel the need to use it for much else. Even with magic available to him though, the work of cleaning had been put off all the same, Alan only ever arranging his room when he was having a girl over, and honestly he couldn’t even remember the last time that had happened. It wasn’t even that he was a slob, or that he was too lazy to clean, but instead he simply didn’t mind clutter as much as some did. With one more glance around the room, Alan plucked a short, crooked wand off the top of his desk and began to “clean,” leaving the bulk of the work to the wand in his hand as he began to make his rounds through the room. Opening up the curtains to let in some sunlight as he did, Alan nonchalantly flicked the wand in the direction of his bed, the unfolded laundry on the floor, the fallen novelties that lined his shelves, and one by one the room began to straighten itself. Dust disappeared, books sorted themselves, and in a matter of minutes the bedroom went from being a mess to actually looking presentable.

With a smirk on his face, Alan ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, slipping his wand into his boot as he scanned the room. “Not too bad at all,” he thought contently, beginning to make his way to the door, but before he could reach it something caught his eye. Against the far back wall of the room was his closet door, untouched through the round of cleaning that just occurred. Pausing, Alan sighed once more, approaching the door slowly as he imagined the extent of the mess inside. Reaching for the knob, he opened the door. Within was little more than a small walk in closet, which was relatively neat all things considered. This wasn’t what concerned him though. Closing the door once more, Alan reached for a small, gold key with an almost unnatural light to it on the dresser beside the door. Sliding it into the lock, he turned it twice, hearing the tumblers click as he did. Drawing the key out once more, he slipped it into his pocket and reached for the doorknob again. “Well, here goes nothing.”

Opening the door wide, Alan looked at the sight before him. Where before there was only a small closet now was the doorway to a large, expansive room, filled to the brim with an even more messy assortment of Alan’s possessions. The room before him was another piece of magic, a space that existed “between spaces” as it was described to him upon purchase of the key. In essence, it turned any doorway the key was placed into an entrance to this room, but for Alan, it was little more than his attic. Lining the walls were boxes filled with things he likely had forgotten about, most of which seemed to have been dropped there in a hasty attempt to get it out of the way. Stepping into the cluttered room, he made his was slowly through the space, looking at the dozens of boxes around him. He hadn’t been in this room in months, and it had been much longer since he had any time to clean it. Making his way to the back of the room, the mess only seemed to intensify, Alan unsure how even magic could clean it all. Shrugging, he mumbled to himself, “You know what, I can live with one messy room, this place is just fine as is,” doing his best to avoid the work in front of him. Nonchalantly making his way to the doorway back to his bedroom, his foot brushed up against blankets in the corner beside the door, but to his surprise he felt his boot press against an unexpected, bumping something underneath. Confused, Alan stopped in the doorway, back peddling for a moment before looking down to the blankets on the floor. Glancing to them, he almost jumped backwards at what he saw. There, now hanging out from under the blankets was a small, unmoving hand.

Bewildered, Alan stared down at the pile for a few moments in relative shock, pausing before throwing off the blankets. As he did, his eyes following the hand up to the body it was connected to. There, in the corner of the room, sat a life-sized silicon doll. The toy leaned lifelessly against the wall, her slight frame covered by a lacy green sundress which stopped just above her knees. The doll’s gaze was cast aimlessly downwards, her chin resting against her chest with a sweet smile on her face, partially covered by her curly brown hair. For a moment, Alan stood in silent disbelief, glancing around him looking for some kind of answers as to how this thing had gotten here. After a moment, he slowly kneeled next do the doll, poking her shoulder as if to see if she was alive. Instead of responding, the girl simply tipped over, slumping into a pile against the corner as any lifeless doll would. “…what the hell?” he whispered to himself.

Unsure of what else to do, Alan reached out, picking the doll up by the crook of her arms with both hands. Surprisingly, the girl’s form was very light weight, her limbs dangling limply below her as he brought her to eye level with him. The toy’s feet didn’t even touch the ground as he looked over her. Carrying her out into his room, he sat the newly found doll on the foot of his bed, propping her up before leaning against the dresser behind him. With the sunlight of the room now covering the doll, Alan could see all of the fine details of the girl in front of him. She was admittedly beautiful, with a pair of green eyes now looking back to him as her head rested slightly cocked to the side. Below that was a pair of full ruby red lips, as if she had just put on makeup, accenting the slight features of the doll. She was short, probably only 5 feet tall as far as he could tell, and with the window behind her back lighting her dress, he could see the gentle curves of the girl. Looking back to the doll’s expression, it was one of alluring seduction, a look of still arousal cast over the toy’s face. Caught up admiring the doll, Alan quickly shook it off as reoccurring question pushed itself to the front of his mind once more: “Where did you come from?”

Trying desperately to remember how this doll could have ended up in his storage closet, confusion only seemed to more deeply set into his mind as he stared at the doll. He had no recollection of buying her; as if such a purchase could go unremembered in the first place, and he knew he was the only one with access to that room. Dumbfounded, there wasn’t a single way he could imagine that the doll ended up in his possession. Looking to the doll, he half expected her to give him an answer. Closing the distance between them, Alan gently lifted her chin up to meet her face, running a thumb along her admittedly soft, parted lips as he did. “You have any answers then? No?” he asked the toy jokingly, moving her as to shake her head no. After a moment though, he began to notice something. Touching the doll, she almost felt alive in his hand, a certain energy resting behind her still gaze. “You’re not just some doll, are you?” Releasing his grasp, his confusion returned, quickly reaching down to his boot before drawing his wand to his side. Still unsure about what he just felt, he leveled the wand to the doll’s chest. “Alright, let’s see if there’s something more to you than meets the eye.”

Muttering a few words under his breath, he stepped back, watching the still doll from a distance. For a moment, nothing happened, but soon the doll began to move on her own. Slowly at first, the life-sized toy blinked, straightening herself out as her posture went from loose to more that of a real girl. Moving her fingers, she looked down at her hands, examining her own movement with an acute interest before turning her gaze to Alan. Before he could even speak up, the doll tackled him, wrapping her lightweight form around him, causing him to stagger backwards slightly. About to throw the doll off him, Alan stopped himself as he heard doll speak in a light, giddy tone. Still hugging him forcefully, the girl spoke from over his shoulder. “Owner! You finally took me out to play with me!” Unsure of what else to do, Alan nervously rested his hands on the girl’s waist, supporting her weight as he replied in a nervous tone. “Uhh, yeah, sure I did.”

Lifting her up off of him, Alan set the now animate toy back on the bed, where she smiled brightly up to him. Just an unmoving sex doll moments ago, the girl in front of him seemed vibrant with life, fidgeting slightly in her seat, all while still being made of little more than silicon. Looking over the artificial beauty in front of him, Alan was only feeling his confusion deepen. ‘So she’s not a doll, not really, wouldn’t be moving if she was… then where did she come from?’ he thought to himself, scraping the back of his mind for answers. “So…you, what’s your name?” Alan asked, hesitation still lacing his voice. In the same light tone, the doll smiled brightly before replying. “I’m Nicole Doll! But you knew that, didn’t you owner?” Her green eyes looked to him for confirmation. “Right…” he began, motioning to the door against the far wall, “So how exactly did you end up in my closet?” For a few seconds, Nicole only giggled at the question before answering coyly. “Well you know!” Blinkingly slowly, Alan’s bewilderment was giving way to defeat. “No, no I really don’t, do you remember? Can you tell me?” Without skipping a beat, the doll replied. “Of course! I love that story after all, come on!” At that the doll moved along the bed, propping herself up against the backboard before motioning for Alan to join her on the bed. Hesitantly, he did, looking to the doll to begin. “It all started when…”

6 months ago

All through Alan’s apartment, a certain stillness hung in the air. It was late, the clock on the wall reading almost 3 through the dark. Through the quiet though, a metallic clicking could be heard at the door, followed by the muffled laugh of a girl behind it. Swinging the door open, Alan flipped on the lights, a grin on his face as he stumbled into his home. Staggering slightly, it was clear as day that he was drunk beyond belief, undoubtedly having several too many over the course of the night. “And this,” he began, spinning on one foot playfully to face the doorway, “Is my home. Come on in.” There, a girl in a green sundress stepped through the frame, closing the door behind her. Nicole stood there, flesh and blood, smiling to herself as she looked to her host. From the blush on the girls skin, it was evident she had been drinking as well. Laughing to herself as she approached Alan, she spoke to him in a coy tone. “Very nice place. But,” she paused pulling him down to her before kissing him deeply, “Is your bedroom nicer? It probably is, let’s go get a closer look.” Giggling, she led him down the hall, Alan helping her navigate the rooms of the apartment before the two ended up in his bedroom.

Before long, Alan found himself on the bed, Nicole quick to fall atop him as well. Feeling gentle give of her curves in his hands, the two interlocked with each other, a mixture of laughing and kissing coming from the two of them. Quick to lift off her dress, Nicole was adamant to do the same to his shirt, falling back on the comforter as she did. “So,” she started in the same coy tone. “You have some protection, right?” Leaning in to kiss her one more time, Alan got up from the bed, making his way to his desk. “Of course, just a sec.” Still staggering, Alan clumsily opened his desk drawer, its contents sliding slightly as he did. Save for some loose papers, there were only two things in the drawer; a wand and an evidently empty box of condoms. ‘Shit…’ he cursed to himself, resting his hand on the nape of his neck trying to think where if anywhere he had anymore. Even in the muddled confusion of his thoughts, he knew there weren’t, sighing before glancing back to Nicole on the bed, who posed herself seductively waiting for him to return. Looking back to the drawer, his wand caught his eye once more, and almost instantly the drunk had an idea, remembering something he had heard a strip club had used magic to do in the past. “What if I didn’t need one, anyway?”

Walking back to the bed, Alan twirled the wand in his hand slowly, kissing Nicole once more as he sat on the bed. “Weird looking condom you got there,” Nicole said, joking with him as she noticed the wand in his hand. “Trust me on this, best protection a guy could as for,” he said, as light slur on his words as he spoke. “Here, sit up for me babe.” Nicole didn’t skip a beat, playing along with him as she sat up, cross-legged on the bed as she waited for him patiently. Being decently buzzed herself, she didn’t even notice as Alan flicked the wand at her, muttering something under his breath as he did. Instead, Nicole only began to realize something had happened as she felt a warm glow move its way through her whole body. She was already turned on, but all at once her libido sky rocketed. She couldn’t even pin why, but in a matter of seconds all she could think about was how much she wanted to please the man in front of her. Before Alan could even set down the wand, Nicole pounced on top of him, kissing him passionately as the two rolled back onto the length of the bed.

In a matter of seconds Nicole had taken the rest of Alan’s clothes off, quick to do the same with her own as she moved herself on top of him. In the back of her mind, she had no idea what got her as riled up as she was, but quickly a new sense of purpose filled her. Eager to please, she slipped his member into her mouth, perking him up quickly. Oddly, her red lip stick didn’t smear at all, remaining pristine on her lips despite her actions. She didn’t even notice though, quick to move back atop Alan and help him slide into her, Alan cupping her breasts as she did. Right away, everything came to a head, Nicole feeling herself wrap around him as her arousal peaked. Kissing him again, Nicole was oblivious to the changes happening all over her body. Along her sides, subtle seams began to form, moving their way down her arms and legs as well as her skin began to resemble that of peachy silicon. The changes shifted outwards of her chest where she first felt the glow, her breasts now firming slightly as they changed from flesh to silicon as well. Hitting her crotch, Nicole cried out gently as her sex turned to that of a sex doll’s.

Nicole could feel these changes happening over her body, but to her, they felt almost normal. It was as if she was coming into a form that she had always belonged to, not skipping a beat as her artificial lips embraced the warmth of Alan’s. ‘God, Alan…no, owner feels so good inside me,’ she found herself thinking, the magic having taken full effect. Now, Nicole fully resembled a realistic sex doll, indistinguishable from one you could find online. Despite this though, she could still move, feeling only a slight stiffness in the joints of her new body, and she took full advantage of it. Rocking passionately atop her owner for the night, she felt him pull her closer to his chest, rolling with her so that he was on top.

Pausing for a moment, Alan looked down at the girl below him and smiled before kissing her again. “Looked like the spell worked perfectly, aye dolly? Don’t need a condom to play with my sex toy, now do I?” he said with a degree of drunken confidence, Nicole replying as he kissed her repeatedly. “I don’t know what you did, but I love it…owner.” She looked over her body, taking a moment to run her hands across her silicon form. Despite it all, it just felt so natural to her. “Well, what are you waiting for? Are you going to treat me like your fuck doll then?” At hearing her say those words, Alan ran his hands up her sides, feeling her soft silicon form before pinning her, pushing into her passionately. As he did, she could feel her silicon form compress, moaning gently. Picking up the pace, Nicole pushing against him as he did, Alan thrusted one final time before Nicole cried out, falling silent as she did. Underneath him, Alan could feel Nicole relax, her body resting limply on the bed as her head lolled off to the side. Catching his breath for a second, Alan propped himself up, looking at the doll beneath him. There, Nicole lay still, her expression pulled into a dollish look of arousal now looking off to the corner of the room. Taking her chin, Alan directed her gaze to his, kissing her now ‘o’ shaped mouth. “See? I told you to trust me.”

Cleaning his doll up haphazardly with some tissues, Alan kissed Nicole deeply as he did, teasing her with his fingers. “Almost tempted to play with your other holes, toy,” he said with a chuckle before deciding that was best left for tomorrow. At that Alan threw on some pants before falling back onto the bed beside Nicole, a mixture of intoxication and exhaustion weighing down on him. Half asleep as did, he ran a hand through Nicole’s hair, speaking to her gently. “I’ll turn you back to normal in the morning, don’t worry. Besides, you make a cute toy anyway, one night as one won’t kill you.” For a few moments, he laid their silently, beginning to doze off before blinking his eyes open once more. Reaching for his wand on the floor, he spoke aimlessly to the room. “I almost forgot, should probably clean this place up for you for the morning.” Falling back to the bed, Alan haphazardly flicked his wand around the room, mumbling “clean” with each motion. Around the room, various clutter began to sort itself, but as he dropped his arm exhausted by the end of it, the tip of the wand landed beside Nicole. With one last strong yawn, Alan mumbled “put yourself away,” gentle before passing out. Nicole, who still found herself in the post coital bliss of being “played with” for the first time, found herself moving once more, but not on her own. It was as if he was being guided by strings, getting up slowly before dressing herself with the clothes she had discarded on the floor. Admists the odd ends of the room cleaning itself, Nicole felt herself guided, walking slowly to the closet to put herself away. Reaching for the door, which had a gold looking key hanging from the knob, she walked through the frame, sitting herself in the corner before she felt the magic leave her immobile once more. The door closing automatically and forcefully behind her, Nicole heard a distinct thud as it did. Above her, a small pile of shelved blankets came lose all together, landing in a pile that covered her slight form. Though now in the dark, Nicole couldn’t care in the slightest, reminiscing about her new owner as she romanticized the thought of being his doll. ‘Doll’s need to be stored somewhere after all,’ she thought to herself with an internal giggle. ‘I wonder if he’ll buy a nice stand for me? Ooohh, or pose me on his bed. Or…’
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By the time Nicole had finished her story, Alan was pale with guilt. All he could remember from that night was the hangover from the morning after; with the rest of what he was just told having been completely forgotten. “You were…you were stuck in there for how long?” he asked slowly, thinking what he must have put the girl through. “I don’t know for sure, must have been a while! But I don’t mind, just remember to play with me more often, won’t ya?” she replied, not skipping a beat as she leaned in and gave Alan a peck on the check. In reality she didn’t mind; being a doll, she perceived most of her time in the closet as a blip, her memories filled only with the occasional day dream about her owner. That didn’t deter Alan from feeling horrible for her though. “Nicole, I-“ he began, quickly cut off by the doll falling playfully onto his lap. “So now that you’ve taken your toy off the shelf, how do you want to play with her? Maybe dress me up in something cute?” Alan looked down to her, hesitantly resting a hand on her head. Pulling herself up, she sat herself on his lap, kissing his neck before leaning into his ear with a whisper. “Or maybe you’d want to play with me with a little less clothes on.” At that, he couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten, his hand beginning to caress the doll’s inner thigh before stopping himself. Moving her off him as he stood up from the bed, he looked back to her. “No, no Nicole. This isn’t right. None of this is, I’ve done enough to you already, I need to turn you back right now.” Reaching for the wand in his boot, Alan fished it out, readying it in his hand before looking back to Nicole.

To his surprise, as he looked over the silicon girl, she seemed surprisingly serious in opposition to her apparently giddy attitude. Moving herself on her knees on the bed, she motioned Alan to come closer, which he did with reluctance. “Now Owne- I mean Alan. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t even know ‘this’ was possible. But after that night I think this is exactly where I want to be right now. I want this. I know I’m not really just some doll, but if you’ll have me, I…I could be yours.” Looking into her bright green eyes, Alan sighed, pausing one last time before nodding in agreeance, feeling his chest flutter a bit as he saw her eyes and smile light up. Thanking him a dozen times, Nicole hugged him once more before looking back up to him. “You know, something tells me you won’t mind keeping me either,” she said, returning to her giddy tone as she inched her way to the back of the bed. Propping herself up against the backboard, Nicole posed herself as any other sex doll; her arms held in an ‘L’ shape, legs open, mouth practically begging to have something fill it. Following her onto the bed, Alan smiled gentle, accepting the situation for what it was. Unzipping his jeans, he took Nicole by the waist, dragging her light weight for so that she was sitting in front of him, almost eye level with his crotch. Grabbing her firmly by her hair, he slid his shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head back in forth before he felt Nicole playfully wrap her lips around him as well, moaning gently as she ran his hands along him as well. ‘You know, I really should clean more often,’ he joked to himself, doing his best to enjoy the silicon beauty he held in his hands.

1 week later

Walking into his apartment after work, Alan dropped his things by the door as he glanced around. If he didn’t know better, he wouldn’t have recognized the room he stepped into. Just a week before the majority of his flat was filled with clutter, but now the place was virtually spotless. Chuckling to himself at the sight, he jokingly wondered who could have cleaned up while he was gone. Whistling happily as he made his way down the hall, he entered his bedroom, smiling at the sight within. There on his bed was a sex doll, dressed head to toe in a maid’s outfit. The black and white uniform of the toy was admittedly Alan’s idea, a joke that came up between him and Nicole that it was cleaning that got her out of storage in the first place. Since then, Nicole had taken it upon herself to tidy her new home while Alan was out, though for now the doll laid still, her arms and legs still in the seductive pose where he had left her, her head cocked to its side with her lips parted yet still in a smile. When he was around, Nicole preferred to remain like any other doll, moving only when Alan moved her, though she could move on her own if she wanted to. For her, she was his doll, and unless she was helping around the house or was asked by Alan to move (typically in bed) then there was no reason for her to be anything but an inanimate plaything. After all, she loved the way Alan’s arms felt around her when he would carry her around or pose her on the bed. Alan didn’t mind either, quite liking having a beautiful girl exactly where he left her.

Moving onto the bed, he pulled Nicole playfully onto his lap, her limp form settling under the support of his arms. Propping her upright, he brushed the hair away from her unflinching face before taking full liberty feeling up her chest. “How’s my little fuck toy doing today, you miss me?” he asked, pulling at her hair to make her nod in approval. Admittedly, Alan had grown fond of having his own sex doll very quickly, even more so by the fact that she felt and loved every second of it. Feeling her ass press up against him, Alan already found himself riled up, quick to slide his doll’s panties from her uniforms skirt. Kissing her deeply, he teased her sex with his fingers before tapping her forward, letting her fall chest first onto the bed as he propped her up on her knees. With her ass in the air, Alan was quick to begin taking her from behind, Nicole’s still doll face looking off out down the hall as she felt her owner rock her whole form. As Alan played with her for a good half hour, she did her best to play the part and remain as inanimate as ever, eventually feeling herself propped up on top of him with the doll’s chin resting on his shoulder. Inevitably though, Nicole couldn’t help but squeeze her sex against his shaft in satisfaction, moving with his thrusts ever so slightly as he did. As he began to speed up, she found herself biting her lip, her eyes fluttering in silent ecstasy as she felt her owner finished inside of her. At that, she smiled brightly, taking a second before returning her face to the still expression Alan had found her with. After all, she was just like any other doll.