Thread: A Doll Come to Life (riverrust & loneiysong)

No more than five miles and Jason was in his driveway. He sat in his Jeep Cherokee for a moment and tried to think if he had missed anything in his plan that would cause him embarrassment. He looked about his yard through the windows to try and jog anything he should remember, then chuckled at himself as his eyes scanned across nothing but treeline around his log home. Damn, Jason! he said, who the hell cares, anyway? Of course, he knew HE cared if someone found out about his purchase. For now, though, he was safe and sound and hard as a rock. He went to his front door and swung it open, then went back to the Jeep to retrieve Kara, as he had named her. Back into the house and into the sunken living room with the huge fireplace he brought her. Laying her on the plush carpet, he gently unrolled the bubble wrap, and tossed it aside. Standing, he looked down at his doll pausing to adjust the hard-on in his pants. Pliable as she was, he lifted her and sat her on the couch, folding her hands across her lap, then walked briskly to the kitchen where he grabbed himself a Heineken, and returned. Standing before her, he sipped on his brew and squeezed his erect cock through his Dockers trying to decide which fantasy to incorporate her into while he jacked off. He decided she was a high-priced Swedish escort who was ready to comply with his every whim. Setting his bottle down, he unzipped and removed his trousers, tossing them onto the couch. Always going commando, he never had briefs on, so his stiff dick shot out and bounced at 45 degrees. He took is Polo off, dropped it, and began to tug on his shaft as he gazed at Kara. He imagined her giving him an expert BJ where she sat, then suddenly shook his head in wonder at how real she looked. Her tits appeared so supple, he bent down and fondled them a moment, the went back to masturbating. loneiysong said As he left, the man known as Dawson smiled. He made dolls. Life like dolls. Ones that could be shifted to the size of a plush doll or a full grown woman at will. Their stuffing was soft and made them huggable but they were anatomically correct. He had even found a way to make them bear other little dolls if the owner pumped enough seed into one. Hell they even lactated. But the thing about them that Dawson found more entertaining than humans, was that they were virtually indestructable. Sure they mimicked living beings, but at their core, they lived forever. Dawson moved around to his favorite brunette and whispered. Shrink for me my love. He whispered as she shrank down and he held her in his arm as one would carry a stuff bear. Do you think that our newest sell will be happy? The little doll turned its polished eyes to its maker and smiled. Why would she not be. He smiled and sat her on the desk and rested his chin in his hand and smiled. Its always like seeing one of my own leave with a man. He sighed. The doll moved to her maker and nuzzled his arm and smiled up at him. I am sure she will be alright. ----- The blonde doll rode in the back of his car. She was vaguely aware of her master talking to himself. But until he made the motions to play with her, she would just be quiet and not be able to change in shape for his pleasure. She shivered a bit as he had not taken the time to purchase any clothes and her body registered that it should be feeling cold but showed no outward sign of it. Her blue eyes stared forward and her blonde hair secured to her back by the bubble wrap. She wondered where she was going. Click to expand...