Gillian had not believed the story she was eavesdropping on. A student named Jane was telling her friend Emily about being turned into a doll. It had been very far-fetched until a guy named Mike interrupted the tale by verifying that he had been there.
She left the cafeteria that day unable to stop thinking about it. Being an anonymous pleasure doll. It caused something inside her to demand she try it out. After some asking around she found herself standing outside a particular dorm room. All she had to do was knock.
The door opened on its own and she was almost run over by the guy leaving the room. The guy was holding somebody else under one arm or so she thought. “Excuse me,” he said.
Gillian said, “No, no, my bad.” She stepped aside and the guy left carrying a life-sized doll. “I'm in the right place,” she thought.
“Can I help you?” A voice from within the room called.
“I think so,” she said stepping inside. “I'd like to be like the doll that guy was carrying.”
“Close the door behind you.” Ted cleared off a spot on his sofa and indicated she should sit there. “How did you find out about the dolls?”
“I overheard you talking to those girls, Jane and Emily, in the cafeteria. And I wasn't sure I should interrupt that conversation. So I found your room and here I am.”
“You aren't the first. So what are you hoping is going to happen?”
“You turn me into a sex doll.”
“And then?”
“Oh, I thought you liked having sex with sex dolls.”
“I do. But I have had a lot of sex with sex dolls. I'm not really looking for a new doll.”
“Oh,” she said dejectedly. “I didn't think I'd have to find someone to have sex with me. Couldn't you rent me out or something?”
“I've recently started charging for creating dolls. But usually the renter and the doll have made the arrangements themselves. I just provide the dollification service.”
“Well, then I'm perfect for you. You could make me a doll and then someone who doesn't have a partner could borrow me for the evening.”
“That sounds a lot like prostitution,” Ted said.
“Except prostitutes are people. Dolls are things. When you see those cop shows where they arrest the Johns, they only do so after there's an agreement for the exchange of money for a service. Dolls can't enter into a contract with their users.”
“That's a very compelling argument. So let's assume I let it be known that these renters don't need to bring someone with them to become a doll. I would still probably have more renters than dolls.”
“Simple supply and demand. You charge enough for the rental, the number of renters go down. You pay the dolls enough, the number of dolls goes up.”
“I like the way you think. It's almost dinner time. There's always someone knocking on my door after dinner asking if I have a doll. I never thought I'd be able to say yes. But tonight I might be able to if you want to be the doll to test this theory.”
“Okay. What do I have to do?”
“Nothing really.”
“Would you be able to make it so I don't look like me as a doll?”
“Probably. I can alter how the doll looks a bit.”
“Should I take off my clothes?”
“That's up to you although I don't know where I'm going put them.”
“You should buy some milk crates to store your doll's clothes while they're working for you.”
“Why milk crates?”
“They stack easily.”
“I'll consider that,” Ted said. “Stand up and I'll make you a doll.”
She stood up and stood with her arms stiffly at her side, kind of resembling a blow up doll.
“3... 2... 1...”
As soon as he started counting she sort of felt like she could not move. By the time he reached one, she was sure she could not move. A tingling feeling played across her skin and she was sure the change had happened.
Ted waved his hands in front of her face. “Remind me to ask you your name once this is done.” He held his phone in front of the doll and it could see itself in the camera app. He had managed to make it hard to tell what the doll originally looked like. It was just a fuck doll now. It was already turned on seeing its lips locked in a wide circle.
He removed the clothes worn by the doll and after trying to figure out where to put them decided to leave them on his desk chair for now. He then sat the doll down on the sofa.
Being disrobed without being able to move was a curious feeling for the doll. Its first reaction was the human reaction of feeling violated. But then it realized it was just a doll and Owner could change or remove its clothes whenever he wanted to. Being reposed into a seated position had the same feeling. As did what happened next: nothing. Owner concerned himself with finding a safe place for Gillian's clothing. Since that did not involve the doll, Owner ignored the doll. Soon Owner left the room without giving the doll a passing glance. The word Owner seemed suspicious initially but the doll could not figure out what else to call him.
The doll sat there looking at the space between Owner's desk and Owner's bed. There was a shelf with some books on it. The doll thought that would be a good place to put those milk crates Gillian had suggested Owner should acquire.
It was dark outside when Owner returned. Someone was with Owner.
“There it is,” Owner said. “$50 dollars for tonight. Make sure you clean it before returning it.”
Renter handed Owner some money and said, “No problem.” Renter picked up the doll and left the room.
“Whatcha' got there, Dave?” A guy in the hall said.
“None of your business.”
“Looks like a sex doll.”
A small wave of pleasure went through the doll at being recognized for what it was.
“It does. Doesn't it?”
Soon Renter was in another room in the dormitory. He dropped the doll on the bed and pulled off his shirt and pants. He sat next to the doll and squeezed its tits. He rubbed the doll with one hand and his cock with his other hand. When he was erect, he got up and positioned the doll at the edge of the bed so he could get it in. He grunted as he penetrated the doll. In and almost out -- he repeated the motion semi-rhythmically before he unloaded inside the doll.
The doll was barely aware of Renter's orgasm as it had become overstimulated half way through being fucked. Becoming aware again after that overstimulation was better than any orgasm the doll could remember its human form ever having.
Renter sat back and was suddenly curious about the details of the doll. He examined how its boobs were attached to its chest, how far he could spread its ass cheeks, how the head could be turned to any reasonable angle and then just stay there. He started posing the doll in ridiculous positions. When he had its legs pulled all the way behind its head and its arms holding its knees flat against the bed, he must have become aroused as he tipped its head back and pushed into its mouth.
The doll found the examination off-putting and the posing stimulating. But the face fucking was fucking great. Once again, the doll was not sure when the Renter had finished. It only became aware once again when it found the Renter rinsing out its orifices. Getting cleaned up was also a bit stimulating for the doll.
The Renter carried the doll back to Owner's room. On the way he was stopped by another guy, “Is that one of them dolls?”
“Yes.”
“How was it?”
“Great. Not the same as a real woman, but certainly less talkative and more amenable.”
They both laughed. “Never thought of that.”
“I recommend giving one a try at least once. Not sure I'll do it again. But I wouldn't turn it down.”
“I'll think about it.”
The Renter entered Owner's room and set the doll against a wall.
“How was it?”
“Great. Not sure I'm doing it again. It is a bit expensive, though perhaps not so much compared to dealing with a girlfriend.” He laughed.
Owner did not. “Well, that's up to you. You did clean it, right?”
“Oh, absolutely. Though just with hand soap and water.”
“That's probably good enough.”
“Take care,” the Renter said and then left.
Owner dressed the doll in the clothes he took off it earlier and then restored it to human form.
“That was fantastic,” Gillian said. “He was a complete jerk. But the sensations as a doll were amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Can I come back tomorrow?”
“I suppose so. But first, what is your name?”
* * *
A week later, Gillian arrived at Ted's room the same time she had every previous evening that week. This time she had a friend with her.
“Hey, Ted, I brought Aimee with me. I hope you don't mind.”
“The more, the merrier,” Ted said extending his right hand for a shake. “Nice to meet you Aimee. How has Gillian conned, I mean, convinced you to spend your evening as a doll?”
“She just won't shut up about how cool it is and how I have to try it at least once. I had to shut her up about it.”
Ted laughed. “Maybe you should ease up on the hard sell, Gillian.”
“I know she's going to love this like I do.”
Without preamble, Gillian started to disrobe. Aimee shrugged and joined her. “We each brought backpacks to store out stuff,” Gillian said.
Ted attempted not to stare at the women disrobing in front of him. “I actually bought a few milk crates earlier today. They're great. They stack nicely.”
When they were naked, Ted counted down and soon they were dolls. He noticed afterward that the doll formerly known as Aimee had one of the other doll's breasts in its hand. “Interesting,” he said aloud. He sat the two dolls down on the sofa and went back to doing his homework.
Both dolls sat in silence. At some point someone knocked on the door and came in. One doll knew it was the girl from the cafeteria, Emily. She was hoping to be turned into a doll and used by Owner. But Owner said he could not take her for a couple weeks. “Get in line,” one of the dolls thought. Eventually Owner turned the woman into some kind of elf and a guy known to the dolls as Earl took the elf away from the room.
After another knock, the doll formerly known as Aimee was taken by a guy. Neither doll knew his name.
The remaining doll was disappointed that it did not get picked first and yet glad that its friend was going to get to have fun.
Later, Owner was standing in front of the doll and said, “Looks like this is not your night. 3... 2... 1...”
Gillian, once she was herself said, “I can't believe there aren't enough horny guys on campus that I wasn't used tonight.”
Ted laughed. “Get dressed and go home.”
“You could put the doll in the bathroom before turning it back so the girls don't end up naked in your room.”
“That's a good idea.”
* * *
A couple weeks later, Gillian arrived at Ted's room with a secret. She got undressed in the bathroom as was now the standard operating procedure. Before calling out to Ted that she was ready, she secured a small, very silent vibrator next to her clitoris. She had programmed it to pulse for two seconds once a minute.
The doll was thrilled that the vibrator continued to work and was apparently not detectable. Within ten to fifteen minutes of sitting on the sofa, the doll was so overstimulated by the pulses that it became unaware of its surroundings and the passage of time.