Disclaimer: If this doesn't seem like something I'd usually write, you're right! This story was originally for an art trade with DA user TruffleTruffleOWO. Thing is though, shortly after I completed this commission for him, he disappeared for months on end and only recently came back to DA to announce he was deleting his account.
In short, he took his half of the trade and bailed; That said, I thought I might as well post the commission here. Maybe someone else will enjoy it, who knows:
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From Superhero to Sex Toy (Black Widow to Sex Doll TF)
With little more than the pale moonlight illuminating the urban landscape surrounding the facility, the front gates rattled open, two trucks cutting through the relative silence of the night. As the trucks drove off, their headlights cast a shadow across the corner of a nearby building, something shifting in the dark as the lights moved by. There, Natasha checked to see if the coast was clear, confirming as the last of the trucks left for the night and the gates closed for the last time until morning. She had scoped out the facility’s schedule for nights in advance, knowing most every detail of what she was up against. The rotation of the guards, the timing of truck departures, and most importantly the easiest way to get into the sprawling building undetected. Natasha, operating under the moniker of the ‘Black Widow,’ found herself deeply familiar with the rounds reconnaissance required to get job done right, but despite the long nights required to get to this point, it was worth. This mission was worth it.
The building she had been watching was a major processing facility for the GyoTech corporation a bio-med technology development firm that was little more than a front for a range of criminal activities. The more Natasha looked into it, the more realized the extent to which GyoTech was corrupt. It seemed the firm had a hand in dozens of black market operations from narcotics production to weapons trafficking, but that isn’t why this case stood out to her.
Over the past months, dozens of women had gone missing, all of whom had ties in some way to the GyoTech corporation. Employees, customers of their illicit products, even competition: all missing, all with some connection leading back to the facility Natasha now faced. She didn’t know what was inside, let alone the reasoning behind the wave of disappearances, but she intended to find out. ‘By the end of the night, we’ll have all the evidence we need to kick down the door with the full team tomorrow,’ she thought to herself, readying her jet-black gear with a look of conviction. With one last peak around the corner, the agent brushed her red hair from her gaze and rounded the corner, sticking low to the ground as she made her way to the facility. ‘Showtime.’
Nearing the facility, Natasha followed the path she had been mapping out for days before with a sharp precision, making her way to the nearest building outside of the processing center’s outer fence. Without missing a beat, the Widow used the waterspout shooting up the side of the building to scale it with ease, positioning herself on the roof before checking one last time that her timing was right. Breaking out into a full spring, Natasha made her way across the rooftop and sprung forward towards the fence surrounding the perimeter. For a moment, the darkness around her was all she could sense, but still she never doubted she would clear the jump. Gliding just above the barbed wire topping the fence, she immediately broke into a roll as she hit the ground, quick to stop herself and listen if only to assure she hadn’t been noticed.
Satisfied at the silence around her, Natasha hugged the outer wall of the building, making her way to a access point she had been watching with special interest. As expected, a back door marked the wall of the facility, all with one light, one security camera hanging overhead, and one guard, a Tech-9 resting in her holster. Inching up along the shadows of the wall, Natasha lifted her arm upwards. There, on her forearm, was a weapon she called ‘the widow’s kiss,’ a close-range, non-lethal device that discharged electricity in the direction she aimed. Now though, she wasn’t aimed at the guard, but the light overhead.
With the sharp hiss of electricity striking out, bursting the lightbulb, the guard immediately went for her sidearm, but before she could even draw, Black Widow had her locked tightly in a chokehold. Swiftly choking out the girl, she was quick to drag her unconscious form back over to the shadows Natasha had approached from. A moment later, the agent could hear footsteps approaching the door, but she was ready.
As the door opened, Natasha covered her eyes as she adjusted, hearing a voice come from inside. “What happened out here? Comms went just went dark.” There, Natasha had quickly changed into the guard’s uniform, leaving her gear behind and covering up the guard amidst the dark. “Damn light blew out, we need maintenance down here.” Letting out a disgruntled sigh, the new guard opened the door fully. “Shit… well they’re not going to be ‘round until morning. Just get in here, we’ll station you elsewhere.”
Following the guard into the building, Natasha was content with her luck. The original plan was to incapacitate whoever came to check on the situation out front, but as the pair made her way through the stark white internals of the facility. Examining her surroundings, the place seemed mostly empty, with the occasional security camera aimed down each hallway. For now, the building didn’t seem overtly suspicious, but then again it was a front, what she was looking for was almost certainly within the sublevels of the facility.
As the two passed a service elevator, Natasha glanced at the nearest security camera, dipping out of it’s view and into the elevator itself. Glancing back with a double take, the other guard looked to Natasha sternly, backtracking as they too walked into the elevator. “What the hell are you-“ before she could even finish her sentence, Natasha kicked the legs out from the guard, sliding the widow’s kiss from her sleeve and shocking the guard even before she hit the ground. Leaving the guard somewhere between stunned and out cold completely, Natasha swiftly closed the doors of the service elevator and made her way to the lift controls.
The controls were keycard activated. It didn’t even seem worth it using the keycard in the breast pocket of her or her unconscious companion, doubting that perimeter guards had access to where she needed to get to. Prying open the hardware of the system, a quick manipulation of the system only took a minute before standing up, checking her outfit. “Alright, let’s see how deep this rabbit hole goes.”
Feeling as the elevator dropped to the lowest possible sublevel of the structure, Natasha lifted the service elevator doors. Barely even taking a step out of the elevator though, the agent looked around with a mix of surprise and concern. All around her were a series of rooms lined with bay windows. In some were laboratory equipment, a series of devices she was admittedly not familiar with, but that isn’t what caught her eye. In several other rooms there were literal piles of realistic sex dolls.
Making sure she was alone on this level, she quickly made her way to the window before making her way into the room itself. There, haphazardly left out on a table and even falling onto the floor, about a half dozen life-sized dolls laid where they were carelessly dropped. Each doll was amazingly realistic, with enough subtle details on each doll that Natasha had to double check that they weren’t in fact real girls. With the bulk of the pile being made of silicon, and one doll at her feet being an inflatable vinyl doll, Natasha glanced to the wall where a series of large shipping containers evidently were waiting for the dolls to be packed within. “Not the industry I thought GyoTech would be involved with… but this isn’t it. Something isn’t right here.”
Leaving the room with a nervous glance back at the sex toys, Natasha made her way deeper into the sublevel. She didn’t have much time; someone else was bound to notice the missing guards soon enough. Making her way through the halls lined with more equipment filled rooms, Natasha stopped short as she approached a computer lab, monitors lining the back wall. Within though, her gaze landed on a smaller girl dressed in a lab coat. The woman had her light blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, adjusting her glasses for a moment before taking a sip of her coffee and returning to her work at the computer. Slipping into the room silently, the tones of music coming from the scientist’s desktop drowning out any hints of noise she made, Natasha inched up directly behind the girl and leveled her weapon at her head. As the crackling of charging electricity surged, the hairs on the back of the scientist’s neck stood on end, jumping to her feet with a muffled shriek as she looked to Black Widow with wide eyes. “What the hell is going on down here. Answers, now.”
Fumbling over her words for a second, the woman tried to make sense of the situation before speaking up. “What are you doing down here? Guards aren’t supposed to come down here, no one is, its just-“ At that, the girl let out another shriek as Natasha fired another burst of electricity at the adjacent wall, loading again before aiming at the scientist. “I asked my question first. Don’t be rude, or do I have to ask again.” Panicked, the woman pointed at the mainframe behind her, talking through shaky words. “The database, everything you want to know is on the database. But please, please just get out of here, or you’ll make both of us end up like-“ Natasha didn’t hesitate to shock the woman, who’s legs bucked as she was completely dazed by the shock. Leaving her on the floor, Natasha darted to the computer, quickly flicking on the UI.
Attaching an external drive to the system, Natasha began to copy as much information as she could from the system, sprinting through the content as she did. Within seconds she had full log books on GyoTech’s dealings with countless illegal practices, but through it all one set of files caught her eye: simply labeled “Bio-Doll.” Quick to open the file, Natasha stood up for a moment as she watched its contents fill the screens covering the wall in front of her.
There, images from the dozens of missing persons cases she had been following piled upon the screen, but under each one was an apt description: Current Status --- Doll. Beside each of the images on the screen, a near identical sex doll to the missing woman could be seen, all with watermarks such as ‘sold’ or ‘defective’ across each image. As Natasha slowly realized the gravity of the situation, thinking back to the dolls she had handled upon entering the floor, she felt a pit for in her stomach. “They’ve been turning these girls into dolls and selling them… Christ I need to get out of here.” Pulling the external drive from the computer and half sprinting to the door, Natasha watched as the sublevel all around her went a deep shade of red. With an alarm sounding, a series of flashing red lights illuminated the hallway as the main overhead lights went out in waves. “Database breached. Lockdown Protocol Initiated.”
Picking up her pace, Natasha grabbed the doorknob, attempting to swing the door open. The doorway had automatically locked, the handle not budging. Without pause, she pulled the firearm from her side and shot out the window, the reinforced glass taking several hits before shattering. As she vaulted out into the hall though, Natasha looked up to see that from a series of vents in the ceiling, a thick gas began to pour into the rooms and out into the hall, before she could even take her first step she felt as the gas met her lips.
As soon as she felt the vapor reached her lungs, Natasha’s breath escaped her all at once. Oddly enough though, as the gas seeped in, she didn’t feel a need to breathe, her chest relaxing despite the lack of oxygen she was getting. Doing her best to remain unphased, attempted to take another step towards the elevator down the distant hall, but as she did her legs wobbled and gave way underneath her. Struggling to even stand on her own, Natasha dropped to one knee and propping herself up with her hands on the floor. As she did though, the agent’s eyes went wide. There, at her hands, her skin began to take on a slight shine, with seams forming on the sides of her forearm. ‘Damn, no no,’ she tried to say aloud, no sound leaving her mouth as she did. Not about to give up, Natasha forced herself to her feet, taking a few more unbalanced steps before falling against one of the walls. Ending up with her back to the surface, Natasha felt as she slid down to the floor once more, her body refusing to listen to her commands as the feeling from her legs and hands spread. All up her thighs, her skin took on a smooth, artificial quality under her clothes, and as the changes reached her sex, Natasha couldn’t help but arch her head back against the wall at the overwhelming sensation she felt there. Creeping up her torso, her entire body seemed to empty out, leaving her heavily trained body light and airy. Reaching her chest, she felt as her breasts swelled slightly, pressing sharply out against her borrowed uniform. At that, Natasha watched in shock as her arms began to move without her command, each one forming an ‘L’ shape at her sides. She couldn’t ignore the reality of the situation much longer. ‘I look like…I feel like just another one of those sex dolls.’
As the last of the changes made their way up Natasha’s neck, seams formed on either side before stopping at her hairline. Reaching her face, she felt as her lips began to purse, leaving her expression in a distinctive ‘o’ as her mouth and some of her through shifted into a soft vinyl cavity. She grimaced to think what her new mouth was used for, but before she could focus on it for too long the gas’s changes washed over her nose and eyes: she felt as her expression locked in place, her wide eyes shifting to realistic glass eyes locked looking straight ahead within her polymer head. Reaching the top of her head, she felt as her eyebrows became a series of nylon stitches, with her red short hair became little more than an attached with as well. With the process finishing, Natasha felt one more sensation: right on the back of her neck, an air valve formed, sealing her transformation from a skilled agent to a love doll. With her head drooping forwards slightly, her legs stretched out in a ‘v’, and her arms locked at her side, the toy could do little more than sit inanimate as the alarms stopped and the gas began to clear the halls.
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Natasha had earned the name Black Widow through her remarkable displays of skill in combat, espionage, and a half dozen other fields, but that wasn’t alone why she was the best. Instead it was because on every mission she had gone on, she knew exactly what she needed to do to survive. No matter how bad things got, not matter how far the plan had deviated, Natasha always found away to get out, both scathed and unscathed, all because she knew she couldn’t give up.
Now, that same mindset was reeling. Despite her new form not budging in the slightest, the inanimate doll never stopped trying to force herself to get up, to think of some way out of her situation, to survive. Despite it all though, there’s not much a doll can do without someone to move her, and that’s what she was now. Despite her unmoving gaze being left drooping, looking down over her new body, she refused to believe she was just a toy now, or at least that she was stuck like this.
The doll sat alone for some time, her mind never stopping, but after a half an hour or so the relative silence of the facility was broken by the sounds of the service elevator beginning to move. “Carol, this better be pretty fuckin’ important to have woken me up in the middle of the night.” There, stepping out of the elevator, stepping over a love doll resembling the guard Natasha had knocked out earlier, was Richter Hoffman, a man she had been following closely and the head of Gyotech’s operations. Fixing his lapel, he began walking down the hall with two heavily armed guards in tow, moving at a casual pace towards Natasha.
The doll couldn’t help but instinctually think of how to take down the two guards along with Richter, but as they neared, he stepped over her like she was nothing. As he entered the lab, one of the guards kneeled over, lifting her chin for second before dropping her to join the others. “One more guard got hit with the BD Gas.” Richter, waving him off, stepped into the center of the computer lab where Natasha had gotten the scientist to talk. Kneeling over, Richter stood back up with the scientist in hand, a silicon love doll with blonde hair, glasses, and a lab coat being held up by her underarms. “Don’ Suppose you ever figured out that antidote to the Bio-Doll Gas, did you Doc?” he spoke, jostling the doll from side to side to make her inanimate form shake her head no. “Didn’t think so.” At that, he dropped the doll, the toy falling to her knees before slouching against her desk.
Only a second after the doll hit the ground though, both armed guards tensed as their radios exploded with chatter. One of them turning briefly to respond, the tone of the conversation quickly shifted from concern to revelation. Turning back to his boss, the guard spoke up. “Sir, security just found a guard knocked unconscious outside, and IT just confirmed that it was a breach in the database that set off the floor’s defense system.” Pausing for a second, Richter strode past the guards back to the hall, slowing his pace just above Natasha.
Sitting there silently, Natasha heard as a voice above her spoke up. “Do you know how much some of these high-end sex dolls sell for?” He asked, slowly kneeling to meet the dolls gaze. “Way too much. Shocked me the first time I saw how much money this part of our ‘family business’ was taking in; tens of thousands of dollars for a too-real-to-be-true doll. And even more if the buyer knows the toy he’s buying is still feeling everything, that they toy still has a mind.” Playfully, Richter tapped Natasha’s forehead sharply, her vinyl head bobbing back and forth with each hit. “You’re that ‘Black Widow,’ aren’t you?”
Despite having little more than air in her, Natasha felt her heart sink once more, feeling as Ritcher plucked the external hard drive from her pocket and held it in front of her. “A friend of mine in SHIELD said that you were looking into my business practices, and I have to say I don’t appreciate you being so prying into my life. I feel as if you should pay me back for the debt you’ve caused me.” At that, Natasha gulped as she felt Richter lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Don’t worry, toy. I’m sure whatever we get from selling you will be just enough to settle our score. Dropping the toy and letting her sag to the floor once more, Richter stood up, motioning to the guards. “Get our friend here over to packaging and processing; sell her for little to nothing, I want any evidence that she was here gone by morning. Sell the other guard and our silicon scientist in there full price though; shame that we’ll have to hire a new lead researcher.” Walking down the hall to the elevator, he snapped the external hard drive in his hand before booting the silicon guard out onto the floor outside the elevator. Looking back to Natasha one last time he spoke up. “Guess you weren’t the best agent after all. Who knows though, you might just be a great fuck toy.”
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Richter Hoffman was many things, but it seems that he was a man of his words. After being deflated for the first time, a sensation that effectively shut off Natasha’s mind until she was inflated once more, Black Widow was packed snuggly into a box barely up to the guard’s knees and sold that day. In her half-aware state of being deflated, Natasha felt as her box was jostled, moved, and eventually dropped on a doormat. As her box was opened, the doll felt as her vinyl was draped over a man’s arm, cooing slightly at the feeling of his lips on her air valve while her form began to take shape.
Jason, as she found her new owner’s name to be, evidently had no clue that she was anything but a doll he got a great deal on online. As he inflated her and looked over the doll, pausing for moments at a time to feel up his new toy, Natasha adamantly tried to move or say anything if only to show him she was a real girl. She actually did manage a slight squeak, but only as Jason brought her to the bedroom and dropped her to the bed.
That was months ago, being only the first time out of dozens that the toy would be used as intended. Despite Natasha having spent a lot of it deflated in her box under Jason’s bed, she had rough estimates of how much time had passed based off the passing days when she was left to decorate his bed or hearing from the news after she had been dropped to the floor after being played with, Jason watching from his bed as Natasha kept her inanimate pose on the floor. For now though, Natasha was being played with once more, her focus going elsewhere.
As Natasha Doll was played with, a lot of things ran through her head: the stimulation of being played with by her owner, the bittersweet enjoyment between the pleasure of it all and trying to remind herself that she’s not just a toy to be fucked, but thing she was most aware of going in and out of her head right now was her owner’s member, who current had the inflatable doll by the hair and was bobbing her head up and down on his lap. She didn’t know much about Jason, he didn’t exactly strike up conversation with his sex doll all too often, but as far as Natasha Doll could tell he was a well-off guy with a thing for dolls and a libido to show for it. There was more than a few times the Black Widow-turned-plaything thought she would pop as he played with her, but at very least she was built durable. ‘Perks of being a high end sex doll,’ she mused to herself before getting caught up in the feeling her owner sliding as deep as he could into her mouth once more, her still face presses against his body.
She hated to admit it, but feeling his as he did this was the best part of her new life by miles. The feelings she got when Jason played with her were astounding; she caught herself thinking like a doll in these times, saying to herself how much she loved her owner, asking if she was a good dolly, even begging to be played with again, all of which she shamed herself for feeling when she was being cleaned afterwards. She was Natasha Romanova, she was the Black Widow, she was the best of the best, ‘Not just some toy… not just his plaything… we’re going to get out of this.’ Even after months as a doll, her mind still resisted, but it was slowly giving way into accepting her new life.
In a blissful state as her owner picked up the pace, Natasha felt herself orgasm from the sensation of her owner doing the same, filling her head as he did. Rocking her head back and forth a few times more, Natasha was lost in the pleasure of it all, hearing her owner speak up. “You like that Natty Doll? If you’re a good girl I might just play with you again later tonight,” he mused, the toy letting out a slight squeak in response. Jason didn’t seem to notice though, slipping from the doll’s mouth and letting her fall to the floor, her form drooping forward at the foot of his bed as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.
Still lost in it all, Natasha felt a small pool form at the side of her lips, a sign of her being used properly. This was typically when Natasha came to her sense, got her mind right, went back to thinking of how she’d get out of this, but this time was different. After months of resisting, she wanted to accept her owner fully for the first time. Sighing internally with the pleasure she felt, she watched helplessly as her owner scooped her up, bringing her into the shower with him to clean the doll off. Based off how he was feeling her up though, something told her that she’d be played with again soon, and she wanted it. “Maybe Richter was right…” she thought, lost between the warm water and her owner’s embrace. “Maybe I am a great doll.”