Woman to Doll, Mannequin
Consensual


Those first few days I discovered only a few of the things I could do with my ability. I was content with my Goddess, a permanent resident of my room thanks to getting “permission” for it from the RA. I knew I could turn her into various materials, and shape her body – and mind – any way I pleased, and just with that, life was good. I let her keep up her classes and sports, and even have time with her friends and family as if she were a normal university student. I was introduced as her boyfriend, and everything looked perfectly normal from the outside. Of course, that normal life changed when she was in my room, there she was my love-doll, whether she was silicone or not. That first year I must have used her every night in a variety of different forms. We both loved every minute of it.

The best part of that arrangement though is that she knew what I was doing to her. You see, that first night I changed her into a love-doll, I'd imagined her changing, but hadn't thought to make her think it was normal. So while I was using her immobilized body as a toy, her mind was going through a torrent of emotions. Then I brought her to life, with the added image of helping me finish, and her mind sort of synched up with her body – having her get a glimpse of her form in my room's mirror helped to – and her mind calmed down so she could enjoy the experience. When I woke up the next morning and returned her to normal she asked how I'd done it. I was taken by surprise, I didn't think she'd have thought anything was out of the ordinary, but I quickly weighed my options and realized I had nothing to lose by telling her the truth. So I told her everything, that I had a strange power that let me control people and that I'd been using it on her, from our first time in bed right up till this morning when I changed her back from being a doll.

I was ready to send her images of accepting that what I was saying was the truth, but she surprised me again. She first assured me that she wasn't leaving the room, then she got out of the bed, gathered her clothes and gave them to me. Finally she struck a pose in the centre of my room, and asked if owner would please dress his dolly. I just stared dumbstruck for a bit, but quickly got the hint. I flashed her an image of her becoming a mannequin – complete with removable parts and a stand – and a few seconds later I was sharing the room with a plastic dummy.

I took my time re-dressing her. I started with her panties, and to get them on I separated her torso from her legs, then her right leg from her hips, and slid them on over the left leg to get them in place. I gave her featureless crotch a few rubs during the process, and once I had them on I stood facing her head, shoved the panties aside a bit, and spent a minute or so licking her crotch. I'd imagined her becoming more sensitive down there when she became a mannequin so I knew she was being driven wild by my attention. I wanted to finish with her bottom half before moving on to her torso, so I fit her right leg into her jeans followed by her left and a re-attachment of her right leg to her hips. With that done I put her back on her stand and replaced her torso, making her a whole mannequin again. I fondled her breasts for a while after that, and shot her an image of them moving up to look as if she were wearing a push-up bra, then put her own bra back on her and sent her another image of her breasts behaving as if they were flesh. There was a pleasing jiggle as they settled into place, and after a couple of squeezes, I had them return to their rock-hard state. She'd only been wearing a tank-top the previous day so getting that back on was simple, I just removed her arms and wig, fit the top over her head then replaced her parts. A few seconds later she was a flesh-and-blood girl again, and she was in my arms giving me a great big kiss.

She said she'd always had a fetish for becoming an inanimate object, something she thought was impossible. With me though she could live out her dream, so if I could make arrangements for her to be able to stay in her room – animate or not – she'd willingly be my toy for the year. At the end of the school-year she said she'd like the choice of whether to stay with me or not though. She knew that I could easily force her to stay, and even make her happy about it, but felt she could trust me to let her go if she decided she wanted a normal life. If she decided to stay with though, she was mine for as long as I wanted to keep her. That year passed in the way I described above, and at the end she asked if she could have a summer as herself, without me around, and without being changed at all. Not to make up her mind however, but as four months of freedom before she moved in with me in the house I'd rented and became my first permanent toy.

That summer was a long one without my goddess. I had fun with my power her and there on the occasional girl from my home-town, but it wasn't quite the same since I knew I was the one making them enjoy it. They weren't partners for me, just mind-controlled puppets. Still, by the end of the summer it didn't matter THAT much to me, after being with every girl I'd had a crush on in high-school, all at the same time.

Getting back to my University town, and entering my fully furnished home for the first time was the highlight of the summer though. At the end of the year I'd given my Goddess deliberately vague instructions to do something sexy for my arrival and that if that involved being inanimate she could make it happen. I couldn't have been ready for what I found in that house though. Apparently my Goddess' family was fabulously wealthy, something that I hadn't been let on to the one time I'd met them. That on it's own wouldn't have changed much, but it was the industries they got their wealth from that made her sexy surprise so stunning.

I arrived home to find my Goddess dressed up in a black corset and matching panties, with a long black wig on her silicone head. She was posed on the step in the entrance hall with her back up against the wall, head looking at the doorway, one leg up with and arm resting on top of it, the other limbs down. She made for a sexy display, and I could feel my pants tightening. I was tired from having driven for the past twelve hours though, so I shot her an image of her coming to life. Only she didn't. I tried again, and started to panic when she didn't respond, so I picked her up to take her further into the house, and then I saw... another Goddess. This one was lying on the couch, wearing a fiery red push-up bra, a colour-matched medium curly wig, and nothing else. She had one hand over her crotch and the other just over her chest as if to emphasize them, coupled with the come hither look on her face my erection came back with a vengeance after deflating from my earlier panic. Seeing the second doll gave me a better idea of what was going on. I tried shooting this one an image of coming to life, but it didn't budge. I set the black-haired doll down on the couch and arranged her so that the fingers of the left hand were in the red-head's false vagina.

Heading into the office I found yet another Goddess. This one was sitting in the big office chair with a phone – that had been disconnected from the wall – in her hand. She had on a white blouse with the buttons on top open to reveal a bit of a frilly white bra and lots of cleavage, and a short black skirt that made it easy to spot a pair of panties that were a match for the bra. Her auburn hair was done up in a bun and had a couple of pencils through it to keep it that way. With another image of a doll coming to life wasted, I hung up the phone and turned the chair so the doll was facing away from the desk. I undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and popped one of her breasts out of her bra. Next I pulled her panties down a bit, beyond what little coverage her skirt would have provided even if standing, and messed up the skirt a bit for good measure. After mussing up her hair a bit I took a look at my handiwork and decided that my version  of a secretary doll would be far closer to the reality of it, if it ever became possible. I then turned her back to the desk and replaced the phone in her hand.

A sweep of the downstairs revealed no more Goddesses, and I had a feeling I knew where the real one would be, so I decided to explore a bit more before finding her, and headed to the basement. There, standing over a pile of laundry – with a hand on the washing machine to provide balance – was a Goddess dressed in what could only charitably be called a maid outfit. Just imagine a black-and-white maid uniform if it was only the headband, a bra, and panties. It seemed though that I'd walked in on this Maid during some private time, her panties were down at her knees and her free hand was in her silicone vagina. Her eyes were closed and her face modelled to look as if she were biting her lower lip. Her long, black pony-tail was flipped over her shoulder and reached down past her chest even still. I took a cursory try at bringing her back to life, but as I expected she didn't budge. She seemed lonely in the basement though, so I carried her back up the stairs to the living room, and put her on the couch with the other two, posed kneeling with her crotch over the red-head's face, which I adjusted to be right in it.

Heading upstairs I decided to check the smaller of the two bedrooms before opening the door on what was sure to be the main event. Inside I found not one, but six Goddesses – five mannequins and one love-doll – as well as racks full of lingerie. The room had been arranged in a tableau of sorts, with four of the mannequins dressed in various types of lingerie, and the love-doll dressed simply in jeans and a blouse in the process of putting a baby-doll on the final mannequin. Visible under the love-doll's cream blouse was another sexy bra, this one in some dark colour. The mannequins didn't have wigs, though there were plenty in the room, ranging from realistic to something you'd expect to see in an anime. The Doll's wig was strawberry blonde and reached to almost to the floor, it made me wonder how she was standing, but a quick test of a mannequin’s base proved they were quite heavy, so leaning against the dummy would provide enough support for the doll to stand. Just to be sure I checked the doll to see if she was the real Goddess, and not surprisingly she didn't come to life. I didn't want her to be left out of the fun downstairs just cause she happened to not be able to finish her job though, so I finished dressing the mannequin for her, then disheveled her costume a bit, and brought her down to the office, where i placed her kneeling under the desk with her face in the secretary doll's crotch.

Finally I entered the master bedroom, where I was greeted by not a Goddess, but an Angel. She was kneeling on the bed wearing a white corset with angel wings on the back, her hands formed a heart over her uncovered crotch, and her chestnut hair had been artfully arranged so as to disguise the wire that surely held the halo above her head. I didn't try bringing her to life. I simply stripped, turned her around on the bed so that she faced the pillow, then carefully climbed under her and impaled her on my by that point aching erection. Lying down though made me remember how tired I was though, and I got to thinking that maybe it would be nice to be the doll for a change. To let my goddess do the work, while I lie passive and receive pleasure. I wondered what it would feel like to be in her position. And then it dawned on me to try it, so I started moving her up and down on me, and imagined my penis becoming silicone as her vagina returned to flesh. Sure enough I looked down and it was happening, so I started imagining the transformation spreading, bit by bit, each time she went up and down on me, a little more of me would become silicone, and a little more of her would become real. As the change spread up me I started to lose control of my body, and my Goddess had to take over movement to continue the change. After a full five minutes I was fully transformed and she was bouncing happily up and down on my now permanently erect cock.

Having sex as a doll was – is – a different experience from being a flesh-and-blood person. Sensations are more acute, and not being able to move in the slightest just makes it build up more. There's no physical release, no spasms or juices, but when you do orgasm it feels like nothing else. I decided I liked that feeling, so I imagined my goddess turning into a big wind-up-doll with every bounce. I set her on a one hour timer to just keep up that bouncing movement, and imagined myself turning back to normal once the movement on top of me stopped. Then I just enjoyed the sensations.

The next morning I woke up with my goddess still straddling me as a wound-down doll. I returned her to normal, and thanked her for the amazing gift she'd left for me, and asked how she'd afforded that. The explanation she gave me also explained her fetish: her parents were in business together and they owned a company that made the most realistic love-dolls around, something her dad worked on, as well as high end lingerie, which her mother designed. They apparently didn't think it at all strange that their daughter wanted to make five love-doll clones of herself for her boyfriend, and had no problems starting production of mannequins either. Want to hear the kicker though? She told her parents that I could turn her into a doll. Instead of freaking out like normal parents would, they asked if I could make it so her father could turn her mother into a doll whenever he wanted.

Nowadays I'm the son they never had and am set to inherit the company from them when they decide to retire in a few years. I already do some work for them though, usually creating “custom” or “special order” dolls. That's the present though, and we're not quite there yet. I had a lot of fun discovering my powers back then, and it's fun looking back too.