Woman to doll
consensual

Before opening the door I took a peek outside to confirm that my visitor really was the girl from the diner, once I had confirmed this I sent her an image of my new body and had her think it was how I'd always looked. With that done I opened the door and invited her in, without realizing what she had a view to from the front hallway: My Goddess and her doubles, in various states of dress hanging on their stands in the living room. I was prepared to send my guest an image to calm her down, but she didn't seem at all bothered by the dolls; she just removed her shoes and went to sit on the couch as I'd invited her to do when she came on. This isn't to say she didn't comment on them though, in fact she was quite interested, asking who made them, why I'd ordered six dolls with the same body and face, why I even needed six dolls, would it be alright if she touched them.

She asked all these questions without a hint of negative emotions in her voice or on her face, and observing her while preparing our drinks I noticed that while she did examine each doll closely by looking, her “touching” was mostly around the dolls' breasts and crotch so when she hit the real Goddess I sent my guest an image encouraging her to play with that doll a little longer than the others. I gave mostly vague answers to her questions and used my powers to help her accept them, at least until we had almost finished our drinks and she asked me where I was hiding her stand. I narrowly avoided a spit-take, a detail that she noticed and immediately apologized for: she'd (correctly) assumed I had a doll fetish and had wanted to do a little roll-play. I was so used to using my powers to have girls be actual dolls that this was a novel concept to me and so I played along; I told her that the drink I'd given her had been laced with a rubberizing agent, and that she should be finding it hard to move about now. Left alone she'd be a full doll in a few hours, though moderate physical activity sped that process up to about twenty minutes, so if she wanted to truly enjoy her last movements why didn't she join me in bed.

She acted the part beautifully, with my help she stiffly walked over to the stairs, and even made it up a couple of them before asking if I could carry her, saying that maybe she should save her movement for the bedroom. I couldn't say no to that so with an image sent to reduce her weight I carried her up the stairs and placed her gently on the bed. I was about to enter her when she stopped me, and said that she'd be doing enough lying around from now on so she'd like to be on top. With those arrangements made she did a remarkable job of pleasing both of us while moving stiffly and even gradually slowing to a halt over twenty minutes. All of this without me using my powers on her. Once she froze I took over and made sure she had the night of her life. We were both so tired after finishing that we just fell right to sleep.

Come morning I woke up in bed alone. I was a little disappointed, but I knew where to find her if I wanted another fling. Then I smelled something from the kitchen, knowing I hadn't left instructions for my Goddess to cook breakfast I felt relieved that my guest was still around after all, so I threw on some clothes and went downstairs to greet her. I must have been moving quietly or she was really absorbed in what she was doing because I found her making out with my Goddess on the couch while a stack of pancakes sat waiting on the table. I watched for a while sending an image to hide my presence from her once I'd seen what she was up to. I could see she was really into it, and decided to have some fun with the situation. I sent both participants an image of my Goddess coming to life and responding to my guest's attention, as well as an image of my guest slowly turning into silicone over the same twenty minute period as last night but not losing her movement. If she was entirely silicone before she finished playing she knew she'd be hanging on a hook next to my Goddess, she could stop the transformation at any time though by simply pulling away. Then I let her notice my presence.

I watched for a good nineteen minutes, enjoying seeing my guest's flesh take on a perfect artificial complexion with faint seams running around it as her and my Goddess pleasured each-other on the couch. I even called out a couple of warnings that if she didn't stop she'd become just another doll. Then, about thirty seconds before her time was up my guest pulled up from the couch, letting my Goddess fall lifelessly back on to it. The seams disappeared her flesh returned to normal
and she walked over to me gave me a kiss, apparently she wanted to eat the breakfast she'd made with me, and oh her silicone partner could join us.

Over breakfast my guest explained that she'd grown up in Japan and that her first boyfriend was a bit of a tech wizard. He'd made some sort of electronic sticker that he could put on a person to lock up their movements consequently she'd spent many an immobilized night in his bed, and had developed liking to it. Later on he made something that allowed her to control a love-doll he'd bought as if it were a puppet; temporarily inhabiting it's body, but the sensations she felt were dulled so when she did that it was move for his pleasure than hers. Yet while the physical sensations were dulled, she found that she enjoyed herself more mentally while in the doll body, and fantasized about the next time she would be transferred into it maybe being the time he decided to keep her in it.

Then the government got wind of his tech and she lost contact with him. A large amount of money made its way into her account along with instructions to get out of the country, but nothing else. It'd been five years since she'd heard from him and she'd admitted to herself that she never really loved him, but what he was able to do to her, and suspected that it was the same for him, but that he was decent enough to seek her safety. She'd been working in this country for only a short time, deciding that just lazing about wasn't doing her any good and then she bumped into me at that restaurant and here we are, but her story wasn't done quite yet: there was a brunette love-doll looking for a raven-haired Japanese sister, and she wasn't going to say no. She kissed my Goddess, who regained movement immediately and lead her upstairs to the bedroom. Telling me to come inspect my new property once the noises stopped.

From that point she spent all of her time as one object or another, never returning to her flesh and blood form. I'd grant her movement from time to time outside of sexual activities, but she seemed happiest when simply being decorative (aside from being used of course).