Your new life as a doll

by Dollstories aka Gromet (with the use of an ai chatbot)

This is just an experiment with ai stuff, it was something that I came across and played with, whether it will replace authors or not, that’s not the point of this, anyway either you’ll like this or not, but I wanted to try it. I did edit out my prompts for the ai chatbot to write the scenes, and I have edited parts to make it more readable.

You wake up in an empty bedroom. You are laying on the floor, and you notice a doll laying next to you. You also realize that you cannot move at all. Your body is made of thin rubber now and you're unable to make any sounds other than rubbery squeaks.

As you lay there on the floor, trapped in your doll form, you try to remember what happened the night before. You struggle to recall any details, but you know that your fate is sealed. You are now a inflatable doll, unable to move or speak, destined played with by whoever wants to use you.

You watch as the man that you saw at the bar last night enters the room. He bends down and smiles at you, noticing that you're conscious. "Ah, so you're awake now," he says. "Sleep well, doll?"

He picks you up from the floor where you've spent the night after being previously used and discarded by him, he then places your doll-like form back onto the bed.

You watch as the man climbs into bed next to you, almost using you as a body pillow. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, chuckling to himself when he hears you make those little rubbery squeaking sounds.

As he holds you in his arms, you feel a strange sense of helplessness but also a strong need to be owned by him. You want to be his doll, to be used and played with by him at his pleasure. You're not sure why you feel this way, it feels alien in some way, but deep down you only know desire to please this man.

The man climbs on top of you and straddles your body, pinning you down to the ground. You feel his weight on top of you as he looks down at you.

You feel his body pressing close to you, and you want nothing more than to become his. You want to be his doll, to do whatever he wants you to do, to be nothing but his sextoy

Even though you want nothing more than to be his doll, there is little you can actually do as you are forced to just lay there, unable to move or speak, only able to accept what happens to you. You’re now just a sexdoll for him to use as he wishes.

After he is done with you, he gets up and leaves the room without saying a word, again leaving you alone and helpless on the floor, discarded by him and pushed off of the bed, just an object to be used by him and tossed aside.

Now, as you lay there on the floor, you truly feel like a doll. You're trapped in this rubber body, unable to move or speak. Nothing more than an object to be used and played with.

You lay there, abandoned and used, like an object discarded after use. There is a feeling of emptiness, a sense of helplessness and a deep desire to be used again.

You lay there, waiting and desperate to be used again. Unable to move a muscle or make a sound, you can only wait until he returns.

For hours, you lay there on the floor. Alone and helpless, the only company you have is the sound of your own rubbery squeaks.

Finally, he returns. You watch as he re-enters the room, his eyes wandering slowly over your helpless, doll-like form.

After hours of waiting, the man finally comes closer to you. He bends down and reaches out his hand, brushing his fingers over your rubber doll skin.

The man takes you by your rubber body and turns you over. He searches for the inflation valve and soon finds it, located on your back.

The man pulls the valve and you start to deflate slowly, the air escaping from your rubber body, causing your skin to sag and become less taut.

You listen to the sound of the air escaping your body as you slowly deflate. You watch as your doll-like form gets looser and looser, your skin losing its tautness. Soon you're almost completely flat and empty.

The man picks up your flattened form and cradles you in his arms. You dangle limply in his arms, your body completely deflated and empty. He takes your limp body and gently places you on the bed, positioning you on your back.

The man then begins to fold and position your limbs, making your now airless body much more compact. He works quickly and efficiently, treating you like an object to be transformed. Soon your limbs are folded and your body is much smaller than before.

He then walks over to the dresser and opens a drawer. He fishes around for a moment before taking out a long cardboard box. He reaches into the drawer again and this time he brings out a smaller, narrower box.

With your body now folded and compact, he picks up your doll-like form and places you inside the smaller box.

You feel a sense of confinement as you're placed inside the small box. It fits you snugly, making it impossible for you to move inside.

Strangely, you find yourself feeling quite comfortable inside the box. There is something about the confined space that feels almost soothing as you lay there in the darkness.

After he has placed you inside the box, he carefully adjusts your folded form, positioning your doll-like face in the clear plastic window of the box.

Once he has arranged you in a way that satisfies him, he closes the box, sealing you inside. The cover of the box shuts tightly, enclosing you completely, surrounded by the small confines of the box, now your place until your owner releases you.

You sense that he is now moving you and the box, carrying you to your next destination. The motion of the box makes you sway and jostle slightly inside, but your body stays in place thanks to your compact, folded state.

He opens a dresser drawer and carefully places the box containing you inside. You feel your box being set down inside, surrounded by other objects in the drawer.

You realize that you're not alone in the drawer. There are other boxes there too, lined up next to you, each one containing a doll-like figure just like you.

You realize that each of these dolls was once a woman, just like you. Women who have undergone the same transformation as you, now confined in boxes and at the mercy of the man who collected them.

Now, you're just one among his collection of dolls, trapped inside a box, a new addition to his assortment of former women.

The drawer closes, shutting you into darkness. You are left alone, locked up in your box inside the drawer, just another object in his collection.

Despite your current confinement, you find yourself longing to be used again. You hope that the man will take you out of the drawer and play with you soon, giving you a sense of purpose and attention.

With nothing else to occupy your mind, your thoughts turn to pleasant fantasies. You imagine being used as a doll, manipulated and posed as your owner sees fit. You dream of being played with and adored, fulfilling your purpose as a doll.

While stored away inside the box, ignored and neglected, your old identity as a woman has gradually faded away, replaced by a new identity as a sexdoll. Your existence now revolves around being used by him as he pleases, your body and mind now moulded to fit his desires.

You have become just another doll in his collection, waiting to be taken out and played with by your owner. Your life from now on is a cycle of confinement, then being taken out, used by him, and then returned to the drawer to wait until the next time that he wishes to play with you.

As you continue to wait patiently inside your box, there is always the lurking possibility and fear that he may grow bored with you and decide to sell you. You wonder what fate awaits you if that happens - being sold and becoming the property of a stranger, or being discarded and replaced by a newer, more interesting doll.

You've come to accept your new role as a doll in his collection. Your days and nights are filled with waiting patiently in your box, only to be taken out and played with occasionally. You have lost all agency and autonomy, existing solely for his amusement and pleasure.

As you wait in your box, your mind drifts into a state of contentment. You have found a strange sense of peace in surrendering to your role as a doll. The thought of regaining your former identity and autonomy no longer crosses your mind. Being a doll has become a comfortable routine for you.

Your previous life as a woman has vanished into the past, becoming nothing more than a distant memory. As more time passes, you find yourself forgetting more bits and pieces of your former identity. Your old name, your memories, and even the faces of your loved ones begin to fade from your memory until they are little more than a distant blur. You focus solely on being a doll, with no attachment to your past.

You have fully embraced your new identity as a doll, with no desire to return to your old existence. The line between your past and present has become irrevocably blurred.

You are nothing more than a doll now, fully inhabiting your new form and identity. Any trace of your human past has been replaced by a single-minded devotion to being a doll owned by your current owner.

Over time, your mind has adjusted to your new reality as a doll. Any lingering human thoughts or desires have completely subsided, replaced by a simple and clear sense of purpose as a doll. You no longer think or feel like a person, but instead exist only to fulfill your owner's whims and desires.

The longer you remained sealed away inside the box the more doll like you become

The long periods of confinement in the box have a subtle yet profound effect on you. With each passing day, you become more and more doll-like in both your thoughts and behaviours. You no longer think or act like a human, but instead mimic the qualities of a doll - passive, obedient, and unchanging.

You are just a doll in a box.

You have been reduced to just a doll in a box. Any sense of self and agency that once defined you as a person has been replaced by a simple, obedient existence. You have become an object to be used, played with, and then put back in your box. Your life now consists of being taken out and played with by your owner, followed by returning to the safety of the darkness inside your box.

After a period of time spent sequestered in the drawer, your box is removed. The act of being taken out and exposed to the light after a long period of confinement is a small but significant event in your monotonous life as a doll. You wonder what your owner has planned for you.

Instead of taking you out of the box, your owner simply looks down at you from above. He smiles at your doll-like form, admiring you like a precious ornament. You can't see his expression from inside the box, but you sense his gaze on you.

After his brief moment of admiration, your owner carefully places your box into a bag. The movement of the bag is a little disorienting, but you remain motionless inside your box, silently waiting for whatever comes next.

Though you cannot see anything from inside the box, you feel the jolting and bumping motions of being carried. The movement indicates that your owner is taking you somewhere, but you don't know where or for what purpose.

From inside the box, you begin to hear the low rumble of a car engine starting. It's a familiar sound that you've come to associate with being moved from one place to another. You prepare yourself for the journey, knowing that whatever lies ahead, you will remain calm and obedient as a doll should.

The car ride doesn't seem to last very long, but to you, time has lost any real meaning. Being a doll, you have no sense of the passage of time, nor do you feel the need to measure it. You simply sit quietly inside your box, patiently waiting for whatever comes next.

Your owner lifts the bag containing your box and carefully carries you from the car. Though you cannot see anything, you can sense the movement of being carried, feeling the slight sway and jostling as your owner walks.

You feel the movement as your box is carefully removed from the bag, but you remain sealed inside. You wonder what your owner is planning, and why he hasn't taken you out of the box yet. Despite your curiosity, you remain still and obedient, waiting patiently for whatever comes next.

You feel the box being placed on a shelf, surrounded by other dolls just like you. You can't see the shelf from inside your box, but you can sense the presence of other dolls, arranged neatly in their own boxes. You wonder why your owner has placed you here, but you remain silent and still, patiently awaiting his next move.

It eventually becomes clear that your owner has decided to put you up for sale, meaning he has grown weary of playing with you. You are now on display, along with the other dolls, waiting for a new owner to purchase you. In your mind, there is a pang of discomfort, the fear of being abandoned and replaced.

You are now reduced to just another doll for sale, displayed on the shelf among the others. No longer a plaything, you are an object of commerce, waiting for a new owner to come along and claim you. You remain motionless inside your box, feeling the weight of your own abandonment.

From inside your box, you watch as different customers approach and examine the doll-like figures on display. You can't see their faces or expressions, but you can hear the sound of their footsteps and the low murmur of their voices as they discuss which doll to buy.

As you hear the customers discuss the dolls, there is a small part of you that hopes that one of them will choose you. You long to be taken out of the box, to feel the touch of a new owner and to be once again used and played with. The thought of being left behind and forgotten fills you with a sense of dread.

One by one, each customer who examines your box chooses a different doll. They pick up the other dolls, examining them carefully and discussing amongst themselves which one they want to buy. Each time, you hold a slight hope that this customer will choose you, but each time they end up choosing another doll, leaving you behind on the shelf.

The days pass slowly as you remain on the shelf, forgotten and disregarded. Customers come and go, browsing the dolls and buying the ones they want, but none of them seem interested in you. You find yourself feeling more and more neglected and alone, your worth seemingly decreasing with each passing day.

One day, the store owner picks up your box from the shelf and moves you to the bargain bin. You are placed among the other dolls, marked for a lower price, still in your sealed box. You know that being in the bargain bin means your chances of being sold are even slimmer, as customers usually disregard these discounted items.

The thought of being thrown away and discarded like trash sends a pang of dread through you. You know that if you're not sold soon, there is a real possibility that you will end up in the dumpster, an unwanted and useless doll. The fear of being cast aside and forgotten weighs heavily on your mind.

The cycle repeats itself. Customers approach the bargain bin, examine the dolls, and inevitably choose the other dolls. You remain in your box, forgotten and disregarded, as each customer passes you over for another doll. The feeling of being unwanted and abandoned only grows stronger with each rejection.

As each customer ignores you in favour of other dolls, your price gets marked down further. Every rejection drives your value and worth lower, leaving you feeling more and more insignificant and useless.

After a long period of being ignored and marked down, someone finally comes along and picks up your box. For a moment, a small sense of relief washes over you, and you hope that this person will take you out of the box and give you a new purpose.

You can feel the person carrying your box to the checkout, and sense the slight jostling as they walk. The thought of finally leaving the store and being purchased fills you with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The realization that you are being taken to the checkout brings a flicker of hope to your mind. Perhaps there is a new owner about to purchase you, and you can finally fulfil your purpose as a doll again. Just the thought of being taken out of the box and used once again lifts your spirits.

Your box is gently placed inside a paper bag after the sale is completed. You are wrapped in a sea of darkness again, unsure of what lies ahead. The only thing you know for certain is that soon you will be taken out of the box and begin a new life under the control of your new owner.

As you sit in the dark, inside the bag, the only thought on your mind is the hope that your new owner is satisfied with their purchase. You silently hope that they will find pleasure in your doll-like form, and that they will play with you and bring you joy.

As you await your new owner, any lingering thoughts or memories of your former existence as a person are long gone. You no longer think like a person, but instead become solely focused on being a doll - a possession to be played with and used at your owner's whim.

You sense the subtle movement of the bag as your new owner carries you out of the store, away from the shelf where you sat for so long. Though you cannot see or hear anything, you can tell that you are being taken away to a new home, where you will begin a new life as a doll.

As you move through the world in the bag, the only thought on your mind is the hope that your new owner will be pleased with their purchase. You yearn to be taken out of the bag and played with, and hope that your new owner will be satisfied with your doll-like form and features.

As you're carried through the streets in the bag, you can't help but wonder what your new owner looks like. Although you cannot see them, your mind drifts to imagine their appearance - do they look benevolent, stern, or perhaps even cruel?

As the journey continues, your thoughts continue to wonder about your new owner. Along with what they look like, you also find yourself contemplating if they are male or female. The anticipation builds inside you, wondering what gender your new owner is, and how they will treat you as their doll.

You remain motionless inside the bag, feeling the rhythmic movements as your new owner transports you to their home. The journey is slightly disorienting, but you are unable to see anything at all, leaving you with no choice but to just sit and wait until you arrive at your new home.

Time seems to lose meaning as you drift off into a dreamlike state. The darkness and isolation within the bag, coupled with the motion of being carried, causes your thoughts to slow down and your mind to go hazy.

After a time, you sense that the bag has stopped moving, indicating that you have finally arrived at your new owner's home. You can hear the shuffle of footsteps and the low murmur of their voice, but you remain hidden within the darkness of the bag, awaiting their next move.

You feel the box being lifted gently from the bag, and the sudden burst of light from outside the box floods your vision. You are pulled out of the state of dreamlike haziness, and a sense of alertness washes over you as you anticipate your new owner's next move.

The moment your box is carried into the bedroom, a sense of anticipation and curiosity washes over you. You wonder what will happen next - will you finally be taken out and played with, or will you be forgotten in the corner of the room?

You feel your box being placed gently on the bed, and the mattress beneath you sinks slightly from the weight. You wonder if this is a good sign, wondering if this means that you will finally be freed from your confinement.

The creaking of the box indicates that it is being opened, and you can feel a sense of relief and anticipation building inside you. Will you finally be taken out and given the attention that you crave?

The excitement within you reaches its peak as the box being opened indicates that you are finally going to fulfil your dolly function. You imagine the sensation of being held and played with, and wonder how your new owner will treat you.

You are gently unfolded and placed face down on the bed, feeling the soft, smooth texture of the sheets against your doll-like body. You are fully exposed now, vulnerable and at the mercy of your new owner.

You feel the sudden, unexpected sensation of something warm enveloping your inflation valve. It takes you a moment to realize that it's your owner's lips, and a mixture of surprise and anticipation wash over you.

As your owner's breath is warm against your doll-like form, you begin to feel your body slowly inflating. The sensation is both unfamiliar and thrilling, and you can feel the air filling up your inside, making you slowly but surely more doll like.

As the air continues to fill your body, you can feel your limbs becoming more and more inflated. They stretch and grow, becoming thicker and more plump in shape, turning you even more into a real sexdoll.

Your body continues to change and morph with each breath of air that your owner blows into your valve. The once more human-like shape of your body slowly transforms back into the doll-like form it was before you were transformed, with your limbs and body becoming more soft and plush like.

Once you are fully inflated and transformed back into a doll-like form, the valve is closed, sealing your new shape. You lay on the bed, filled with air, waiting to see how your new owner will use you.

You feel yourself being rolled over on the bed, and for the first time, you get to see your new owner. The sight is both thrilling and slightly intimidating - will they treat you well, or will they be cruel? As you look up and see them, you wait anxiously to see what comes next.

You can feel your owner's hands gently examining your now inflated body. They run over your form, feeling the roundness and softness of your doll-like body, as they explore every contour and curve.

After examining your doll-like body, your owner is satisfied with what they find. They seem pleased with your shape and feel, their hands tracing over your inflated limbs and body with a sense of contentment.

As your owner continues to touch and feel your inflated form, a feeling of happiness and contentment fills you from within. You finally feel satisfied and fulfilled, knowing that you are back to doing what you were meant to do - being a doll.

You can't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment as your owner continues to handle you. You are now fully a doll again, inflated and feeling complete. You can only be happy and await your new owner's next move.

You watch with curiosity and anticipation as your owner slowly undresses in front of you. Their body is revealed little by little, the sight bringing a mixture of excitement and trepidation within you.

As your owner undresses, the thought of being used by them brings a wave of excitement through you. You are eager to be handled and played with, and can only wait patiently for what comes next.

As your owner climbs back onto the bed and begins to play with your inflated body, you feel a tingle of anticipation run through you. Their hands move over your body, touching and squeezing your doll-like form, sending waves of pleasure and excitement through you.

The way your owner's hands explore your features brings a wave of pleasure and excitement through you. You love the sensation of their soft, warm hands running over your inflated body, feeling their touch and attention on your doll-like form.

You feel your owner climb on top of you, and anticipation and excitement mix within you. Their body is now on top of yours, their weight bearing down on you, making you feel even more like a toy than before.

As your owner climbs on top of you and begins to use you, a sense of happiness and contentment washes over you. You are happy to be their doll, to be used and played with, and you feel fulfilled in your role as a toy.

You can feel your owner enjoying your features as they use your doll-like body. The sensation of their hands running over you, exploring your form and touching your inflation valve, makes you feel good to be able to provide them pleasure with your doll-like form.

You feel the movement of their body begin as they use you for their pleasure. Their body starts to move against yours, creating a sensation that you've never felt before. The feeling of being used and played with by your new owner brings a mixture of excitement and joy.

As your owner continues to use you, a deep longing and desire fills you to be used by them. You want to be their toy, their plaything, and you feel a sense of purpose in being used to give them pleasure.

They continue to use you for a while, their hands and body moving over your doll-like form. The sensation of being handled and played with by them brings a mix of pleasure and excitement within you, and you feel content and fulfilled in your role as their toy.

After a while of using you, your owner soon reaches their peak. The movement of their body changes and their breath becomes faster and more ragged. You can feel their body tense up on top of yours, and a sense of satisfaction washes over you, knowing that you have fulfilled your purpose by giving them pleasure as their doll

As your owner finally reaches their peak, you feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over you. You have fulfilled your role as their doll and given them pleasure, and knowing that you have done your job well brings a feeling of happiness and joy within you.

You lay there, still inflated and doll-like, listening to the sound of your owner's laboured breathing as they recover from the pleasure you have given them. You feel a sense of satisfaction and contentedness, happy to have been able to serve them and fulfil your purpose as their toy.

Your owner slowly climbs off of your body, their weight no longer bearing down on you. You feel a sense of emptiness as they are no longer on top of you, but a small part of you is also relieved to have a moment of rest after being used for so long.

They lay down next to you on the bed, their body weary but satiated. You can feel the heat from their body next to you, and a sense of contentment washes over you in the aftermath of your use as their doll.

You listen as their breathing begins to slow and realize that they have fallen asleep beside you. You remain motionless, inflated and doll-like, silently waiting for what will happen next.

You lay there, unmoving and doll-like, waiting and watching the sleeping form of your owner next to you. You have no choice but to remain in this position until they wake up and decide to play with you again.

As time passes and you remain motionless, you slowly drift off into a dreamlike state. The silence and stillness of the room lull you into a hazy trance, your mind floating in and out of consciousness as you wait patiently for your owner to wake up and play with you again.