inanimate tf, doll tf, asfr, head swap
“Heather, I think you’re going to enjoy what I’ve brought,” Anna said.
Anna and Brittney were at Heather’s apartment. Anna’s backlog of favors owed to Heather had gotten pretty big and Anna wanted to clear some of her debt so that Heather would continue to be a ready and willing test-subject for any work-related transformations. Brittney tagged along because Heather’s TV was bigger than the one at Brittney and Anna’s place and Brittney had a few shows to catch up on. Anna and Heather were in the kitchen discussing the plans for Heather’s weekend.
“…And I know that you prefer the older TF systems, so I went for the slow transformation. You’ll get to feel every step as it happens,” Anna said.
“Thank you, Anna! You know me so well. Do you want to transform with me?” Heather asked, “Brittney could take care of both of us for the weekend.”
“Tempting,” Anna said, “If you turn out looking really cute, I might have Brittney do the same to me.” Anna pulled a small tablet out of her purse and handed it to Heather. “I’ve loaded this in with some presets that appeal to your… Unique tastes. Just let me know which one you would like to be.”
Heather accepted the tablet and began scrolling through its options. Mannequin, statue, keychain charm, Tamagotchi, bust, mounted moose head, doll… Heather smiled.
“And then you’ll just press the ‘change’ button with the little camera pointed at me?” Heather asked.
“Yup! And the ‘revert’ button will-”
Anna didn’t get to finish her sentence as Heather had tapped the change button.
Brittney heard a small clack noise in the kitchen. She leaned forward in Heather’s big chair to take a look. Heather was looking at her with the tablet in hand. Anna was gone, but there was now a doll on the ground where she had been standing. Before Brittney could react, Heather pressed “change” on the tablet and Brittney’s body froze. She felt her butt lift from the chair underneath her as her sense of distance became skewed. Brittney had been transformed enough times to know that this meant she was becoming smaller. Brittney was more accustomed to instantaneous transformations, but this transformation was slow enough for her to feel every sensation. Brittney’s joints and face tingled. Her arms were forced down to her sides, her legs straightened out, her eyes went wide, and her mouth brightened into a smile.
Brittney’s body parts shrank at different speeds. Most noticeably, Brittney felt her chest balloon out and her hips widen, while her waist cinched in and her legs became thicker and longer. It felt nice, as though she was being sensuously massaged into this pleasing shape. Brittney took a moment to look over at Heather, who also appeared to be frozen. The changes must have been instantaneous to reality, but long and drawn out for Brittney.
Brittney’s clothes shrank with her. She felt more than saw her clothes become simpler as she shrank. They were rougher and made of some less-than-comfortable material. She was levitating above the chair, arms at her sides, legs pointing straight down with no bends, when she felt another set of changes begin. The roughness of Brittney’s clothes started to bother her less and less as her skin hardened, forming into peachy, molded plastic that didn’t match her original skin tone. While this was happening, she felt the unique sensation of her panties absorbing into her skin. Her plastic underthings blended together with her panties, smoothing her out down below while her nipples suffered a similar fate as her bra entirely disappeared and her breasts smoothed over.
Finally, Brittney’s changes came to a halt. Without any fanfare, time resumed and Brittney dropped back down into Heather’s big chair. She was unceremoniously positioned face-down with her tiny face and painted-on eyes now flush against the same place her butt had been pressed against a moment before. The change was so instant that the buttprint she had left behind at full-size was still decompressing when she landed. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Brittney was worried that staring directly into a chair’s fabric would be boring after a while. Gigantic footsteps made their way over to Brittney’s position and she was abruptly picked up by Heather’s enormous hands.
Heather’s huge face beamed at Brittney, who was unable to do or say anything in response.
Heather studied the Brittney and Anna dolls in her hands. They were nearly identical. Long legs, wide hips, thick thighs, prominent chests, peachy skin-tone, and smiling faces. The only differences between the two were eye color, hairstyle, and hair color. Brittney kept her black pixie cut and brown eyes. Anna kept her long brown hair and green eyes.
“You two have been very supportive of my interest in being inanimate, but I wanted to give both of you a chance to see why I like it so much. We’re going to have so much fun today!”
Dolls in hand, Heather raced to her bedroom. Among her things were several mannequins along the walls, photographs of famous statues, and shelves covered in dolls and figurines. Heather delicately placed Anna and Brittney on two unoccupied doll-stands on her shelf and admired them. They blended in perfectly with all of the other dolls on her shelf, although the other dolls were wearing much more interesting outfits. Superhero costumes, brightly colored ensembles, glittery dresses… Brittney and Anna would need a change of clothes to fit in better. The dolls remained still while Heather searched through a small box of currently-unused outfits.
“Ah ha! Perfect,” Heather said. She pulled something small and pink out of the box and quickly pulled Brittney off the shelf to swap her outfit.
Brittney’s outfit had been dollified, making it much easier for a normal-sized human like Heather to remove. Brittney’s black shirt now had Velcro on the back and her jean-shorts were now just a cloth material colored to look like denim. Her black sneakers were changed into rubber high-heels with a pattern reminiscent of her chucks. Heather popped Brittney’s shoes off and pulled Brittney’s cloth shorts down, revealing that Brittney’s underwear had become part of her, only showing as a pattern on her skin. Eager to see the rest, Heather then pulled apart the Velcro-backing of Brittney’s shirt and plucked it from her torso. Brittney’s breasts, as a doll, were much larger proportionally than Brittney’s actual breasts and completely smooth.
Curious to see if there were any differences hiding under Anna’s dress, Heather reached back up to grab Anna from the shelf and got to work on undressing her. The nude Brittney doll stared at the ceiling in silence while Heather ripped Anna’s floral sundress off in one swift motion, leaving her with only her rubber high heels that gave off a visual impression of the strapped sandals Anna had been wearing. Brittney-doll was then lifted back up and held next to Anna doll for a closer inspection.
Heather’s face loomed large in front of Brittney and Anna’s small eyes as she inspected them.
“Wow, you’re both almost identical. That’s so cool! You could be twins, apart from the hair. Here, let me get you both dressed up,” Heather said.
Heather placed the naked Brittney and Anna dolls on top of each other, with their faces touching. If Brittney could exasperatedly sigh, she would. If Anna could shrug, she would. Just as the weight of Brittney on top of Anna caused her chest to slowly fall off of Anna’s, Heather picked Brittney back up.
Heather quickly adjusted Brittney’s arms, which Brittney was unable to control, and shimmied a floofy dress onto the Brittney doll. Brittney recognized the dress as a ballerina tutu thanks to being forced to wear one for an entire weekend. Brittney groaned internally. Heather then put some pink ballerina slippers on Brittney’s permanently-high-heel-shaped feet.
“I really liked how you looked in your ballerina outfit when you were in the music box. I had been hoping I would get a chance to put you in this outfit ever since then! I just wasn’t sure if you would be doll-sized or the dress would be you-sized,” Heather said.
Heather crossed the Brittney doll’s legs and adjusted the Brittney doll’s arms into a relevé pose and placed it on the ground next to Anna, who was swiftly picked up by Heather.
For the Anna doll, Heather was unsure of what would look best. Anna doll was put through dress after dress, but Heather wasn’t satisfied with any of them. Anna was wearing a pink gingham dress and being eyed closely by Heather when she was quickly dropped and Heather hurried out of the room. Heather came back a moment later with the tablet from earlier in her hands and went to her dresser. She searched through drawers until she found her quarry: her dark blue one-piece swimsuit. Heather put it on the floor, aimed the tablet at it, and pressed the change button. Heather was excited when instead of a swimsuit sized to fit her, she now had a swimsuit sized to fit her new dolls.
Anna was once more picked up and once again made naked by Heather, who quickly re-clothed her with Heather’s dollified swimsuit. It was a perfect fit, slotting in flatly between the doll’s crotch and thighs and forming perfectly to the Anna doll’s waist and chest.
The now-bored Brittney doll was once again picked up and inspected next to the Anna doll. Heather’s expression changed from excitement to pride to scrunched-up and inquisitive.
“No, no, let’s try this…”
Wanting to see how they would look in different outfits, but not wanting to go through the trouble of swapping their outfits, Heather did what she would do with any other doll: she popped their heads off and switched them. Now Brittney was wearing Heather’s one-piece and Anna was wearing the ballerina outfit.
“Oh, goodness. You both look much better this way,” Heather gushed.
Heather much preferred the way Anna’s longer hair brushed against the back of the ballerina’s top. And Heather also thought that Heather’s pixie cut was much more suited to the sporty look of Heather’s swimsuit.
“I need to use the bathroom and then I’ll be right back! We’re going to have so much fun this week!”
The two dolls waited motionless on the floor, the Anna doll with its legs crossed and its face towards the ceiling and the Brittney doll with its arms straight up and its face towards the floor.
Heather’s footsteps rattled the dolls when she returned and sat down next to them. Heather picked up the dolls and spoke to them.
“Okay, okay, I was just kidding. You both know that I prefer being played with and not the other way around. Let me get you both back to normal,” she said.
Heather held her temporary dolls in one hand and the tablet in the other and walked back to her living room. She sat the dolls on the floor, aimed the tablet at them both, and tapped the “revert” button.
Brittney felt all of her changes from before happen in reverse. Her skin softened, her panties and bra unabsorbed from her skin, her clothes became softer and more detailed, and she grew in disproportionate ways. She was still wearing Heather’s one-piece swimsuit, which magically resized itself to fit her as she grew. As she came near to her full size while sitting on the floor, Brittney was confused. Her chest was much larger than usual. Her skin was also paler than usual. And she felt thicker in a lot of pleasant ways. She looked over to where Anna was and it all made sense. Anna had experienced the same restoration as Brittney, but with a key difference. The ballerina outfit Heather had dressed her in was resized to fit her reverted body, but the body it had reverted was not Anna’s. From the neck down, Anna had Brittney’s body. Brittney looked down and confirmed that the opposite was true for her: Brittney had Anna’s body from the neck down.
The change was instantaneous from Heather’s perspective and she was immediately shocked. Instead of her two friends being back to normal, they now had each other’s bodies.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Heather said, “That wasn’t… I didn’t mean to… I mean, you were just dolls. I figured the tablet would just… Fix you.”
Anna quickly hopped up with Brittney’s petite body and walked over to Heather, her ballerina tutu rustling with every step.
“Don’t worry, Hea-“ Anna stopped herself mid-sentence. Thanks to having Brittney’s neck, Anna also had Brittney’s lower alto voice. Anna cleared Brittney’s throat and continued.
“Heather, don’t worry,” Anna said, “This is nothing we haven’t done before, either on accident or on purpose. I’m sure Brittney doesn’t mind either, right?”
Brittney had already gotten up from the floor, patting down Anna’s curvy figure on the way, and plopped Anna’s big, swimsuit-clad ass back onto Heather’s chair to watch TV. Anna sheepishly sighed as Brittney scratched a boob.
“Your swimsuit needs a wash,” Brittney said using Anna’s voice.