Day 030/365:

After being reinflated for the first time, Mel reflected on how odd it felt to be deflated. After the air rushed out of her, her mind took on a very different quality; less like the girl she’d always been and more so one of just a doll. She was in what felt like a long dream, one where she’d always been a doll, where she was a toy Jason had owned for years, dreaming up memories of their time together. The dream came to an abrupt stop as she felt Jason’s lips lower themselves to her air valve, breathing into it to inflate her. The act seemed to almost literally breath life into her, Mel’s mind returning to normal as she felt her form take shape. Plugging the value,  Mel internally smiled, feeling as Jason lowered her shirt back down over the plug and placing her back on the bed. What she didn’t get right away though was it had been a day or two since she’d been deflated, Jason having been busy with his job and having been stuck working late hours, the doll in his closet slipping his mind. Now that she was back though, Jason went right back to his affectinate nature towards his girlfriend-turned-doll, happy to make up for her time put away with some playtime that she much appreciated.

After that, Mel’s first few weeks as a doll seemed to fly by, her getting more comfortable with her new life each day as she acted as Jason’s bedroom decoration, fuck doll, pillow, and bed toy. Before long, she was a doll mentally as much as she was physically. She only ever referred to Jason as owner internally, him being her boyfriend simply a distant memory. It was seldom a thought crossed her mind that wasn’t that of a toy’s, Mel even beginning to refer to herself as “Melaina Doll” mentally. She loved every second of it though: she never wanted to just be a girl pretending to be a doll, she wanted to be a doll.

Jason didn’t mind either. Even having a sex doll of his own would have been a dream come true for him, but having his dollified girlfriend as his toy? He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t amazing. He did his best to be considerate of the silicon girl he truthfully did love, hesitant to truly treat her like just an object, but over time he reminded himself that she wanted to be a doll, and he should treat her like one. With that thought in mind, he came home one night after some time at the bars with a devilish grin, eagerly jumping into bed with his toy as soon as he got home. “You know, I’ve had you for a month but I still haven’t explored all of you,” he started with a smirk, running his fingers around her open lips. Intrigued as to what her owner meant, she yipped in excitement as she felt Jason lift her from the beg, dropping her to her knees on the floor. Haphazardly, he lifted her shirt over her head, her arms flopping to her sides as her head lolled slightly as well. As she focused her gaze, Mel found herself dying to be played with, now eye level with Jason’s waist as he undid his belt. Before long, he took Mel by her hair and slid into her mouth, parting her lips with his member. To her surprise, her mouth as just as sensitive as her sex, gasping internally at the sensation she felt he entered her. Bobbing her head up and down for minutes on end, Jason eventually finishing as slid into her as far as he could, her lips touching the base of his shaft. Mel came intensely as well, lost in bliss as he slid of out of her and went to the bathroom to clean up, letting her fall propped up against the wall. The lingering warmth of it all rested on her lips, some residue resting on the corner of her lips and pooling in her throat. She enjoyed giving head before, but as a doll, to be fucked like she just was, probably the best orgasm of her life. She could already tell before she would crave the feeling of her owner’s member on her lips again.