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Overprotective Partner’s Dolly
🕑 Added 2022-12-16 08:51:11 +0000 UTC“Ashley, enough is enough! I’m not going to put that tiny, weird thing on my dick!” Eric shouted at his girlfriend, who just a few seconds ago handed him a small, metal chastity cage. Saying ‘no’ to anything was quite unusual for the short, thin, young man. So far, his biggest ‘rebellion’ was not brushing his long, brown hair, to look a bit rough and manly… but his soft features were not really helping in that. If he could, he would probably never shave his facial hair… but he never grew any in the first place.
“Oh, come on Eric. It’s not that big of a deal and not that big of a dick.” Ashley mocked him a bit, while innocently brushing her shoulder-long, slightly wavy, black hair to the side and curving her red-painted lips into a slight smile. She did love Eric… but she couldn’t help but belittle him, as she was at least a head taller, even without heels, and always was the more mature one in their relationship. ‘More mature’ in more than one meaning of that word, as her ample chest was proud, round and eye-catching, even when covered by the three layers of the tight latex that she wore for their anniversary. Yes, latex.
Ashey started working as a surgeon at the local hospital a few years ago and as such, she had to constantly wear latex gloves during the procedures. At first they were just necessary… but with time, she got a bit addicted to the form-fitting, shiny material. When she did admit it to her boyfriend two years ago, she was surprised that Eric didn’t find it strange at all and even showed her some sites dedicated to clothes made of rubber. Her heart started beating faster by just looking at the images. She wanted all of that. However, one look at the prices made her change her mind. Though, she wasn’t going to give up on her new dream. She looked into some guides about manufacturing latex clothes… and she felt like it wouldn’t be too hard for her. On the same day, she ordered herself some tools, a few sheets or rubber and already began doing some sketches. Time had shown that the skills learned during surgeries were quite useful and applicable during working with the stretchy yet fragile material. After about a year, her only ‘normal’ clothes were her work uniforms, while everything else got replaced with the self-made latex outfits. Her boyfriend never had any interest in wearing those things himself… but he certainly didn’t mind his girlfriend getting even more sexy.
Right now, while sitting by the dinner table, opposite her love, with just some candles between them, she was wearing a black, business-like latex outfit. As usual, the bottom layer was a latex catsuit that left only her head exposed. On top of it, she had a white, mostly unbuttoned shirt, half-covered by the black, shiny jacket with white edges, which was held closed only by a single, tight belt around her waist. Her long legs and wide hips were tightly squeezed inside a rubber pencil skirt that reached just past her knees. “I love you, my little sunshine, but you know very well what I think about masturbation and sleeping around. It’s not good for your mental health and it makes me jealous.” She explained her reasoning for the cage.
“Okay… but I can’t do those things already. Don’t you remember? Last year you forced me to install parental controls on my phone and pc. I can’t get to almost any porn.” Eric reminded and tried to reason.
“...Almost?” She asked sternly, clearly not liking it, but Eric continued.
“AND even IF I wanted to, I can’t cheat on you. You read all of my texts and emails and can see them even if I delete them. Do you know how it feels to have zero privacy?”
“I do all that, because I love you Eric. It is for your own good… but it is not enough. After all, there are still porn magazines and you can hit on girls to get one night stands, while you are out with friends.” Ashley pointed out.
“If I BUY a porn magazine, you will instantly get a notification on your phone about it… like with everything else that I buy. We are not even married but you insisted on a joined account and me having that strange credit card for kids!” Eric was starting to lose his temper. “It’s even impossible to ‘sleep around’, because you know where all of my friends live and each time I go outside, you constantly check the location of the GPS on my phone.”
“I do earn three times more than you. A joined account is good for you, because you won’t run out of money. However, you do make many questionable financial decisions, so I do have to control it.” The woman kept explaining, while trying to appear calm, but getting more and more stressed about having an argument with her boyfriend. “And… and… you c-can always leave your phone with a friend, to pretend that you are not doing anything special, while you go with some other girl, who lured you with her looks… I’m not only saying it because of being jealous. I am also concerned about your safety. You are not strong or smart enough to protect yourself. Maybe a random sexy girl will give you some pills and steal your organs?!”
“Do you even hear yourself? This is ridiculous. I am not going to wear that metal thing on my dick!”
“So stubborn…” Ashley muttered to herself. “Fine. I do have another idea to keep you safe.”
“I am safe… I am an adult guy…” Eric rolled his eyes.
“I will give you a choice. You can either wear the chastity cage… or… you could come with me to work tomorrow and have me implant a chip under your skin. Nothing crazy. Just monitoring your location and heartbeat.” She said, trying to calm him down, not even noticing that she told him a very unreasonable idea.
“Hm… alright…” Eric began and Ashley instantly cheered up with hope… but then her boyfriend continued. “...I choose… leaving that mess of a relationship. I’m done. You keep treating me like a kid or maybe even a dog. We are over.” He stood up and left the dining room, to begin packing his things, to move out.
Ashley kept sitting still. Her mind needed a lot of time to process all this, as she was refusing to believe it. After all these years, after all that she had done for his good, he was just going to leave. She couldn’t imagine how he would be able to survive without her. He had no higher education, he was wimpy, gullible… and cute. In Ashley’s mind, Eric was about to spend the rest of his life at a shitty, dead-end job, while being used and abused by everyone. She couldn’t let that happen… but what could she even do to stop him?
Eric finally packed up and changed clothes to something warmer. He was still very clearly pissed off about the whole situation, as his face was filled with anger. He grabbed the doorknob of the exit, when he heard a loud squeak of rubber just behind him. For a moment, he paused and turned around to see his girlfriend, who was now at least a foot taller, because of her heels. Only to suddenly have his necked grabbed, by Ashley’s latex-covered hands. “W-w-what…?”
“I’m sorry Eric. Y-you left me no choice.” She stuttered, while tears were starting to gather in her eyes. “I love you, I really do. I understand that you can’t always see it but I’m doing my best for your sake. You are a wonderful, adorable boy, but I can’t trust you that you can take care of yourself.” She kept talking, while shifting her fingers behind his jaw, to make it easier by performing a blood choke. “I see the mistakes I made. Now, I will take an even better care of you. You will never be sad or lonely again. You will never get hurt again. You will never want to leave my side again.” Eric kept struggling, unable to breathe, but Ashley kept holding his neck, while pressing his face into her chest. Tears were running down the cheeks of both of them, though, for different reasons. “I love you.” She kissed his forehead. “Everything will be okay soon, my little boy…” She whispered into his ear and just waited a few seconds, until he passed out. “Only I can keep you safe...”
Ashley briefly hugged her unconscious boyfriend, before picking him up and carrying him down to her basement. She didn’t want it… but the windows in her house were big and the walls thin. If anyone would find out about all this, they would end up separated from each other forever. She also knew, that she had to act quickly, because Eric could wake up after less than a minute. As much as she hated it, for now, she had to put him inside a small, metal pet carrier, stuff the inside with some blankets and lock him in it. As soon as the padlock clicked, Ashley ran out of the basement and closed the door. She knew that she would instantly give in, if Eric would start begging to be free. Ashley did her best to not think about how she treated her boyfriend and began making plans for the very near future. She had to visit her hospital tonight to ‘borrow’ some supplies and start working on helping her boyfriend in the morning.
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(Ashley’s perspective)
This… is such a bad idea! I am so stupid! It is such a basic rule, never steal from your workplace. Especially, never steal from your workplace, if you work at a hospital! All of that stuff is counted each night. While someone might just shrug, noticing a scalpel or two missing, taking away a few bottles of medicine will certainly raise attention. There is a chance that they will not suspect me, as I am one of the best doctors around… but I am still having bad feelings about this. Maybe I can somehow cover it in paperwork? Pretend that those things were expired and had to be thrown out and stuff?
When I came back home after my heist, the sun was already starting to raise. I probably should get a bit of rest after the sleepless night… but my heart was racing and my boyfriend was waiting. I stood before the door leading to the basement… and I could already hear Eric’s voice from down there. Thankfully, it was so weak and muffled that I could not understand it… but I could not just go down there. I went to my bedroom to grab a pair of earphones and connected them to my phones. I did not want to be distracted by music, so I just found some recording of eight hours long white noise, hit play and turned up the volume until it was starting to get uncomfortable. Just to be safe, I looked through my wardrobe, to find a pair of earmuffs and put them on, hoping to silence everything around me.
I was almost ready… but I did take a glance at all the latex in my closet… and had to wear a correct outfit for the occasion. One of my most recent creations was a short, white dress with long, wide sleeves and open front. I designed it as a mix between a lab-coat and a kimono. It was perfect for my intentions, so I stripped, leaving only my black, latex lingerie on and put on the dress over it.
I picked up the bag with stolen medical supplies and opened the door to the basement. With every step downstairs, my legs were shaking from emotions, forcing me to clutch the railing tightly. The pet cage was still there and inside it was Eric, wrapped in the blankets, with tears in his eyes. When he noticed me, he began struggling against the metal, grated walls, shouting something, probably calling me bad names, but I could not hear a single sound from him and I was never good at reading lips, so I could pretend that everything was fine and maybe he just needed to use the bathroom or something.
I set my supplies on an old workbench and took out the tools I needed for now. Finally, I unpacked a pair of blue, disposable, latex gloves and slipped them on my hands. All the stress in the world suddenly disappeared, as the soft, tight rubber glided on my skin. Yes, I always felt that way. It was a very good calming trigger at work… but it was not perfect. In just a few seconds, I could already feel my nipples hardening and my privates getting wet. Each time I was beginning an operation, I had to fight the urge to touch myself… and today was no different.
Next, I unwrapped a small injector syringe and sterilized the needle, before opening a tiny bottle of tranquillizer. Yes… I was going too far… way too far... but I was already way past the point of no return. After filling up the injector, I made sure that there were no air bubbles left inside and once again sterilized the needle for a good measure.
“Okay… let’s get this over with.” I said mainly to myself, even though I could not hear it, and slowly turned around. He appeared to calm down a little bit… but his face showed clear panic, as he obviously saw all of my preparations. “Please, don’t worry, my love. It’s all for your own good.” I tried to reassure him… but it had the opposite effect and he began to struggle more, trying to get out. I did my best to ignore it an approached him with the syringe… However, each time I got close, he would just shift to the other side of the cage. Why was he like that? Why was he making it difficult? Maybe he would calm down, if I explained him what I planned and why?
For now, I put the syringe away and knelt down next to the cage. I took a deep breath and looked my boyfriend in the eyes. “Eric, I love you and I really want to help you.” I reminded him. “I already have many ideas about how to improve your life… but today we will start with the two most important ones… your voice and your face.”
I could see confusion appearing on Eric’s face. Maybe I was talking strangely, because I could not hear my own voice? Or... maybe I just needed to explain further! “When you shouted at me last night… and when you looked at me in rage and panic today… it really hurt me, you know? You are really bad at hiding your emotions. That’s why I’m going to take away your ability to express them. You will never say a word again… and your face will be forever calm and happy.”
He looked at me in disbelief, while shaking his head side to side. “N-no, you don’t get it! I… I’m not being selfish right now. Like… like… Oh, do you remember, what happened to you two months ago, because of being open about your emotions? When you went to the bar with your friends? They told me that you kept checking out some trans girls and eventually one guy noticed the lust on your face and came up to you to tell you to stop… but instead, you just told him to ‘fuck off’ and called him a ‘muscle-headed retard’… He clearly didn’t like it, as you came back home with a black-eye that night. None of that would happen, if you would just say ‘sorry’ or if you weren't so open about what you were doing… or if you would remember that you already have a girlfriend…” I reminded him… and myself… about one of the most painful moments in our relationship. “Maybe you were jealous of them? If you would ever want to transition, I might try helping you.” A strange idea came to me… but I would not mind, if it was actually true. “Oh! Also… lately we haven’t been doing much together… Learning sign language could be a fun bonding activity, don’t you think?”
I gave him a few seconds to process all of it and he appeared to calm down again. I stood up, to pick up the syringe… but he once again got protective. “You are aware, that I can just do it by force? I don’t want to… but you are small, weak and fragile. It is easy to overpower you.” Unfortunately for both of us, his attitude did not change.
He left me no choice. I put down the syringe and got myself ready. When I carefully unlocked and opened the door of the pet cage, Eric almost jumped out of it like a wild animal… but I used the same trick as before but without the unnecessary parts. A quick squeeze behind his jaw and he was out after five seconds. As soon as he went limp, I injected him with the tranquillizer and got to work.
I picked him up and laid his body face-down on the table. Then, I grabbed his head and pulled back, till his chin was resting on the table, making the throat mostly straight. To make sure, that the tranquillizer took effect, I had to wait a few minutes. In the meantime, I changed my gloves for a pair of fresh ones and prepared my next tools.
Many people would assume, that getting to the vocal cords would be the easiest from the outside… However, there would be the cartilage. While going through the other side was a bit more difficult… it certainly was less invasive, as there was just a bit of spongy tissue in the way and it would not leave any visible scar. Still, it was certainly going to be tricky, as I did not have all of my tools and assistants.
After some time passed, I opened Eric’s mouth as widely as possible and inserted a bite block to keep it in place. Next, I pointed a flash-light into his throat, to have at least the slightest idea what I was doing, and secured it to the table with a bit of tape, to have my hand free. I prepared a long, thin dropper and filled it up with a bit of medical grade acid. Finally, I grabbed a long, metal tool with a tiny mirror at the end. Still… I needed to somehow grab forceps, to hold a cotton wad, in case any blood appears… I did not have three hands. Looking through the basement, I found a bit of stiff metal wire… It was far from perfect but I disinfected it and wrapped it around the tool with the mirror, to hold a cotton wad with it at the same time.
I usually was calm during operations… but this time I was helping someone I love. It was stressful and a bit difficult… but I did it. With help of the mirror and flash-light, I found the spot, where the vocal cords were hidden and slowly dripped acid there, while catching any stray drops with the cotton. After a few minutes… I was done. He would never say anything bad again. Still, I stayed by him for over an hour, closely watching the spot, where the vocal cord used to be, waiting to make sure that the wound closed.
Once I was certain about his safety, I put everything away and flipped him on his back. It was time for the second part of my plan for that day. Another change of gloves, another syringe and another substance: ‘S.U.B.’ or… ‘Subdermal Unmoving Blend’.
No, ‘SUB’ was not its real name… but that was how everyone in the medical field called it, because of its results. When the silicone injections got banned in the US because of their negative impact on health, many pharmaceutical companies tried to invent an alternative. Some were more and some were less successful at it. The company, which created the ‘SUB’… was among one of the least successful. Sure, their product was as safe as possible for human use and provided very similar visual results… However… The substance was… just a little bit too stiff after solidifying. While holding it in hands, it was very flexible, bending with almost no resistance and coming back to the shape it was moulded into. Unfortunately, it was not flexible enough for the facial muscles. Only a handful of patients was harmed by it, before its faultiness was discovered. However, one of those patients was a famous but old actress, who used it to get rid of all the wrinkles on her face. After the injections were done, she found out that she almost could not move any part of her face except for the jaw and eyelids. Her whole career was ruined and the news spread like wildfire, making the pharmaceutical company go bankrupt, before it could find a way to fix it.
Yes, it was a tragedy… but it was exactly the product I needed. We had a whole crate of it, left abandoned and forgotten, because we could not use it for anything… but we kept it, because getting rid of it was too expensive. No one will ever notice a bottle or two missing.
I cleaned Eric’s face, to make sure that no dirt was in the way and filled up the syringe with ‘SUB’. I laid down on top of my boyfriend. It reminded me how I always loved that position, as it always made him completely helpless… I did my best to focus and began injecting tiny doses into all areas of his face. He did not have many wrinkles but I did remove any that I found. After a few minutes, there was an equal, thin layer of ‘SUB’ just under his skin and I just needed to wait for it to set. In a few minutes, his face will be forever set in that completely calm, neutral expression… What if…? I put away the almost empty syringe and grabbed the corners of his lips, moving them a bit up, into a slight smile. Yes… that would be nice… I held his lips that way with one hand and moved the other one to his eyebrows, as they were part of a true smile… but I could not make them look natural, so I just focused on making the mouth perfect.
I waited there for about an hour. Way longer than I needed to… but I did not complain, as I got to be face to face with my love, with my fingers on his soft, smooth skin. It was not perfect, as he never cared to use any skin conditioners… but at least he was not growing enough hair to ever get to shave.
When I finally was brave enough to let go… his smile stayed. From then on, his face was going to be permanently frozen in a calm smile. It was a great success.
Now, I just needed to clean up and make sure to keep Eric sedated, until his throat heals a bit… but then I looked at the syringe that still had some ‘SUB’ in it… I was already doing a lot to help him and it would probably be shocking already… but maybe there was anything else I could do? I slowly scanned my boyfriend from head to toes, looking for anything to improve… and my eyes stopped near his crotch.
We never had a very active sexual life… well… at least not together. He… he was masturbating on every occasion he got. I did ban all the porn-sites and made constant inspections… but I could not erase his memories or cover every girl on the street. It would probably be good for him, if I made him stop thinking with his dick...
I undid his belt and pulled down his pants, to reveal his tiny sausage. Sure, it could grow to above average in the right conditions… but being unconscious in a cold basement was not one of those conditions. If I inject a bit thicker layer of ‘SUB’ around his shaft, the blood vessels should not be able to stretch it to bigger size than it is now… and it should not affect anything else. With a little smile on my face, I began the injections. I started at the base of his shaft and slowly went up… but stopped, when I reached the head of his cock… Maybe I should leave at least that bit normal? I did not want to deny him all pleasure and the head was the most sensitive spot… I just wanted to make him stop thinking about other girls… Yeah… I decided to leave his tip normal. I let go of his dick, making it flop down to set, while I got busy with cleaning up the equipment and preparing the last needed bits.
After a bit of time, I checked the stiffness of his member and found out… that I made a slight mistake. The ‘SUB’ set nicely and I could feel the firm but flexible tube around his shaft… but because it was resting down, while stetting, it became its default position, meaning that his tiny penis would always try to rest flat on the balls. It would certainly make it difficult to pee while standing… but he would probably forgive me that slight inconvenience, once he notices and appreciates all the good that I have done to him.
For now however… I needed a bit of sleep. I had a full week of work ahead of me and I could not raise any suspicions. I stripped Eric naked, secured him to the table, attached him to an IV with some nutrients, to keep him healthy and inserted a catheter into his sausage, to keep him from wetting himself. I gave him one more tiny dose of the tranquillizer and went to get some rest.
The next morning, I replaced his urine and nutrients bags, gave him another tiny dose of tranquillizer, to keep him unconscious, while I was at work. No… it was not any good long term but I did not want him to feel the pain in his throat… and I did not want him to run away. I would soon explain everything and make him accept all this… but for now he had to be kept sedated.
I checked the suitcase that he wanted to leave with. He did not own much stuff… buy he was still unable to fit everything inside, because his packing method was: dump stuff inside in random order. After rearranging it a bit, I was able to fit all of his clothes inside the single luggage that he was planning to leave with. Tomorrow, I will call his friends and ask if they know anything about where he is. They obviously will not know, so after 48 hours I will be able to legally report him as missing. Police will start looking… but I will make sure that there is no trace. After a few weeks of nothing, he will be declared dead, meaning that I will be everything that he has left, his whole word.
When I get to work, I will sneakily toss the suitcase with all of his possessions into the incinerator… and look for some muscle relaxants, as he did try to put up a fight and run away, even after I did my best to calm him down...
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(Eric’s perspective)
I woke up from the worst nightmare that I ever had. My girlfriend was always crazy but the dream version outdid herself. I imagined that she locked me up in a dog kennel and threatened to ‘help me’ with some operations, while completely ignoring my pleads to stop.
For some reason there was a strange itch in my throat and my whole body felt heavy, especially my face. I tried to get up and stretch but… I couldn’t. Looking down, I could see that I was completely naked and secured to the table with some duck-tape, with some tubes sticking out of my arm and my dick… So it wasn’t a dream…
I tried to scream to get her attention… but I didn’t hear my shout echo against the walls of the basement. Were my ears plugged? No… I didn’t feel anything inside them. No… Did she really take away my voice? There was no way…
The realization of what happened threw me in the state of complete panic. I was tugging at the tape with all I’ve got and… it worked… It was a very long time since I stopped working out… but the tape on my wrist detached from the table. I’ve heard about some myth that humans are actually way stronger than they think but they can’t use their full potential unless necessary… Apparently, it was kind of true.
After ripping the tape off of my other wrist and my ankles, I carefully pulled out the needle from my arm and the tube from my cock. It was my only chance to run. She messed something up and gave me a chance to escape. I quietly walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door. It was already evening but all the lights in the house were out… so she was probably gone for now.
I went for the front door, opened it and was about to just run to the streets… but the cold wind reminded me… that I was completely naked. My suitcase wasn’t anywhere to be seen but I didn’t pack all of my stuff, so some clothes should still be there. I quickly ran to the bedroom and began searching… but nothing was there… at least nothing that was mine. Every single thing was gone, leaving only the weird, rubber stuff that belonged to Ashley. I wasn’t left with much choice… so I did a difficult search for anything even slightly unisex. When I first looked at it, it felt completely impossible.
The interior of Ashley’s wardrobe looked almost as if someone vomited rainbow… and then laminated it. However… the sea of colours made it a bit easier to look for something a bit more manly, as the black items really stood out, so I began reaching for them. The first few were complete misses, as I had no intention of wearing a full body catsuit or ballet boots, so I just tossed them on the floor. The third time I reached, I found the perfect item for my needs, a pair of black, latex pants. They had a high waist and appeared to be as skin-tight as possible… but it was the best I could hope for.
I grabbed them and immediately tried to shove my leg inside, as if those were normal pants… but my foot quickly got stuck, making me lose my balance. At least I fell back on the bed, instead of crushing against the floor. Rubber… could sometimes make a lot of friction. Understanding my mistake, I tried to recall how Ashley puts this stuff on. After rolling up one leg of the latex pants, I stretched it a bit and pushed my foot through it. Then, I did the same thing with the other one. It was basically half of the job done, as now I just had to pull up one side of the pants then the other, in portions, until my legs… and most importantly, my member, get covered. While the pants were designed with a high waist… but I just needed to cover my privates, not more.
Glancing at the alarm clock by the bed, I realised how long it took to pull up those tight pants. I had to find something way looser for the top half of my body. Wearing a dress wasn’t an option for me but thankfully something a bit crumpled grabbed my attention. When I pulled it out, I could see that it was a pink, big-collar blouse with puffy sleeves. While I wasn’t really enthusiasted about the colour… some people did consider pink manly… It was really easy to put on, as Ashley had boobs and I didn’t, what left me a lot of space. All I had to do was push my hands through the wrist cuffs and…
...and I noticed that the blouse was just short enough to leave my bellybutton uncovered. I really didn’t want to look like a whore, so I sighed and unrolled the pants all the way. Their waist was high enough that I could actually stuff the bottom of the blouse under them, to keep it from fluttering around.
I was practically done. All that was left was to find a pair of shoes that would stop me from getting my feet hurt by a random broken bottle on the streets. Unfortunately for me, Ashley had some fricking obsession about high heels. Sport shoes didn’t exist in her world, unless you would count ballerina pointe shoes. The only pair that wouldn’t break my ankle with the first step were the pink flats that she once wore to a high-school reunion party, to make our height difference a bit less awkward.
Those were far from perfect, as Ashley’s feet were bigger than mine, so the flats kept slipping off, if I wasn’t careful. Though, those were probably better than catching tetanus or AIDS from stepping on random piece of garbage.
Glancing in the mirror… I didn’t look manly at all in those clothes. Mixed with my long hair and face flushed with embarrassment, I just looked like some really awkward secretary, who overslept for her first day at new job. Though… if you add that all of the clothes were made of shiny latex… It didn’t matter any more. I wasted too much time putting it on, to take it off and think again about another outfit. I had to leave as quickly as possible.
As I was carefully walking downstairs… I suddenly heard a car getting on our driveway. She was already back… There was still a chance for me to outrun her, if I just get outside. As soon as I got to the ground floor, I rushed to the front door… but one of slippers slipped off, making me trip and fall with my knees landing on the carpet before the door. It was over. My whole life flew past my eyes, leaving me there, kneeling while shell-shocked. The lock clicked open and Ashley entered, only to find me in my unusual state.
“Eric?! Why are you not in the basement?!” She asked, forgetting that I can’t answer. “And w-why are you… why are you dressed like that? And… and keeling here?” She noticed that my face was red from embarrassment and that tears began to gather in my eyes. “Oh my… I can’t believe it… did you wait here for me, to apologize for all that you said? And… and… did you dress up to finally come out of the closet?” Wait… what? Where was she getting those ideas? Suddenly, she hugged me tightly. “I love you so much Eric! Or… or should I call you ‘Erica’ now?” Even if I could talk, I wouldn’t know how to respond to all that. “I will turn you into the most perfect cutie ever, I promise you!” Ashley kept speaking strange things in a really cheerful manner… but to me, it all sounded like threats that she was perfectly capable of.
She dropped some big bag on the ground, locked the front door with internal lock and a barrel bolt and pulled me back upstairs to the bedroom. “I am sorry, Erica. You dressed yourself really nicely… but I am too tired today. Though, I have a day off tomorrow, so I promise we will do a lot of fun stuff together, to help you become your true self! Also, I am so proud that you went for pink blouse and shoes. I always told you that you would rock this colour! Now, strip, while I look for something for you to sleep in.” Ashley went to the wardrobe and noticed something on the floor. “Oh? My ballet boots… Oh my, did you try them on?! So lovely!” She commented, once again getting wrong signals, and got back to the searching… but every now and then she kept glancing in my direction, to check my progress on undressing that I was reluctant to even start.
My first thought was to escape… and I did try that. Walking without the oversized flats was way easier, so I rushed downstairs. After a second of confusion, Ashey obviously picked up the chase, calling out to me, to wait. When I got to the front door, I quickly twisted the internal lock to open and tried to pull the barrel bolt… but it was stuck. I always had trouble with moving it, because it was a bit rusty, so Ashley never used it… but she decided to use it tonight, as she probably expected my resistance.
I could feel her presence right behind me but I kept trying, as she apparently wasn’t trying to stop me. But then… I felt that my neck got pricked with a needle. Ashley was holding some small, now empty syringe in her hands. I expected to lose consciousness, so I covered my head, to not get bumped while falling… but Ashley just chuckled.
“Calm down, it is just a bit of a mild muscle relaxant. We use it on patients, who often have violent muscle cramps, to make sure that they are not strong enough to hurt themselves or others.” Now that she explained it, I did feel a bit weaker than usual but I could still stand and move around. “I know that you are having second thoughts about all this but I will help you through the process. When we are done, you will be the best bimbo on the block.”
She once again took me back to the bedroom. Because of the muscle relaxant, I could no longer take off the tight, rubber clothes but Ashley was used to helping her patients change clothes. Within a minute or two, my secretary-esque outfit got switched for a tiny, pink babydoll dress with white ruffles on the edges. Ashley designed it long ago but never got a chance to wear it, because it turned out way too small for her.
To complete the look, she decided to put some make up on me. It was pointless, as we were going to bed, but she did it anyway. Of course, I struggled through the whole process, as she kept applying different things. Eventually, because of my squirming, she accidentally poked my eye with a mascara, what ended the ‘fun’ and forced her to apologize for many minutes.
After she changed into her own nightie, she tossed me on our bed and cuddled me tightly. I was so weak that I had no chance of escaping her tight embrace… but for some reason it made me feel kind of safe. Or… at least safe enough to be able to fall asleep after everything that happened.
When I woke up, it appeared to be the middle of the night. Ashley was still asleep, cuddling me firmly, and I… why did I wake up? A few moments later, I felt it. I really, REALLY needed to visit the bathroom. I tried to squirm out of Ashley’s embrace… but I knew I would have no chance for it, even if the muscle relaxants weren’t working now. It looked like my only chance was waking her up. I took a deep breath and tried to shout into her ear… but my voice was still gone.
It was bad… with no way to wake her up, I could just wait, hoping to hold it until the morning. The pressure in my bladder made it impossible to fall back asleep. After about an hour of struggling, I was forced to let it go. Because of the latex, I didn’t really wet the bed yet… but it was way worse, as everything pooled up and spread inside my dress, making me end up with my side dipped in the pee. It was so miserable that I began to cry… but I couldn’t be heard.
With my eyes teared up and closed, I didn’t notice that Ashley finally woke up. “Oh? What is it baby girl? Why are you crying?” She asked with concern and slightly loosened her grip. Using this occasion, I began getting up… making the pee tickle out of my dress, making it look as if I pissed myself just now. “Oh my! D-did you!?” She was shocked… but smiled. “I… I understand. It is a big change in your life. You are just excited.” She explained how she saw it… ignoring that I was pumped full of liquid through IV last night and given muscle relaxant that apparently affected every muscle in my body a bit. “Do not worry, Erica. I had a bit different plans for you and I brought home some diapers from the hospital. Let’s clean you up and get you safe.”
Ashley slipped a thick towel under me, to mitigate the damage to the mattress, and helped me stand up. She led me to the bathroom and took off my pink dress, to let me shower myself, while she went to get some things… I was once again left alone. It was another chance to escape… but could I? I did struggle with opening the door last night and I was even weaker today, it was pointless. As long as the muscle relaxant was working, my whole home was a prison.
After I was done washing, Ashley was already back and helped me towel myself. She then took me to our bedroom, where a disposable adult diaper was already spread out on the bed. I really wanted to explain her what happened and why… but I had no way to communicate that and she was very insistent. I reluctantly laid down on it, for her to powder my privates and close the tapes of the diaper. My face couldn’t be more red, as I just wanted to die at that point.
“Ooooooh, how cute!” She cooed, while pinching my stiff cheek. “Now I see another problem that we can solve. Being a girl is still very emotional and embarrassing for you and everyone will see that at first glance. But… your face will not get red any-more… if it will have no colours!” Ashley shared another frightening idea.
“Yeah… you know? Let’s do it! I will just need to visit my friend to borrow something. Wait for me and don’t go anywhere. It should take me less than an hour.” She injected me with another dose of the muscle relaxant, dressed up in her black, latex business suit, locked me in the house and drove off. It was yet another chance of escape… but I was weak and naked except for a diaper, what was probably even worse.
Ashley turned out to be gone for way longer than an hour. At some point I felt another need to use the bathroom but at least nothing was stopping me now. I went in, lifted the toilet seat and tried to take off the diaper… only to find out that it was taped too tightly for me to take it off. Before Ashley returned I was forced to use it, just showing her that she was right to keep me in it.
When she finally came back, she didn’t even comment. She just hugged me and changed me, before leading me down the basement with some suitcase in hand. After she secured me to the table with some straps, she took out… a tattoo gun out of the case.
I obviously began to panic but she clearly expected it, as she took out a small syringe with something. “I am sorry, honey. You remember how much I messed up last night, because of your wiggling. We can not afford to make any mistakes with this one.” I felt a slight tingle, as she injected something in my neck. “You will look like a perfect doll, I promise.” It wasn’t a promise that I wanted to hear but I drifted off to sleep, before I could protest in any way.
Once I woke up, I could immediately feel that the skin on my face was sore and itchy. There was also some tingle on the back of my neck, shoulders, wrists and ankles. When I tried to scratch myself, I noticed that my wrists were strangely limp… and had some scars on them. My hands and fingers felt at least half weaker… but maybe it was a temporary effect of the sleeping drug? I could kind of compare it to one of the times, when I sat on my hands for too long, cut the blood-flow for a bit and lost control for a few seconds. I gently shook my arms a bit, to help it pass… however, it didn’t help this time, as my hands were left half-asleep. They did have enough strength to rub my sore, unmoving face… but it still was something weird and unexpected.
Wait… I managed to touch my face… I wasn’t restrained to the table! Looking down at myself and around the basement, I was still dressed in the pink, rubber nightie and diaper and Ashley… was not there. She did mention that she had a day off… but maybe I was asleep for long enough, that she had to go to work? Maybe she trusted me that I won’t try to escape any more? I probably won’t be strong enough to open the exit door… but maybe I could open a window and get anyone’s attention to come and help me?
I would come up with something but first I had to walk out of the basement, to check the situation. I sat up on the high table and casually jumped down from it. My toes touched the cold, concrete ground of the basement but as soon as the rest of my feet tried to flatten… I felt a sudden, sharp pull and pain in the back of my ankles. For some reason, I was almost unable to move my feet around, what made me fall. Instinctively, I tried to hold onto a nearby table, where some tools and medical gear were laid out… but it toppled over me. Some syringes landed right next to my face, a glass bottle with some medicine shattered loudly somewhere else and finally a big, metal bowl bumped me hard on the head, making me black out.
When I came to, I was no longer on a floor… but on what felt like some firm mattress… but something was not right. My whole body felt restricted and covered in something wet and gooey. More than that, there were some tubes in my mouth and nostrils but I could breathe without any issue. I was almost unable to move but with enough force I could kind of slowly glide parts of my body to left and right… but I was completely stopped with lifting anything up. Because even my face felt wet and restrained, I was hesitant to open my eyes, but when I did, I saw that my body was covered with some transparent sheath of rubber. I was unable to turn my head too much but I could tell that I was in our guest room and that it was already dark outside.
Transparent sheath of rubber… ah, right. I remembered how Ashley made ‘us’ a vacuum bed, to have some fun. She managed to convince me to get inside one time but the noise of the vacuum cleaner and the complete restriction were a bit traumatic to me, so we never did that again. However, when I tried it last time, it wasn’t gooey at all… Maybe she lubed it up or something?
My experience with this thing was small but high enough to know that there was no escape possible without external help. Even Ashley had problem to get out on her own, when she tried to do some self bondage.
All I could do now was relax and wait. My body was still and moving but in no discomfort or pain. I was naked except for the diaper and wasn’t covered by any blanket but it was still warm, because the mattress under me seemed to have some heating built in. Everything was calm and quiet. I never experienced a sleep paralysis… but I would imagine it to be something like this. It should be worrying… but knowing that I am unable to do anything was somehow calming. Maybe simply giving up wasn’t always the worst choice? All I could do was wait and eventually go back to sleep.
Some time later, I was woken up by my body being massaged by firm but gentle hands of Ashley. I was still stuck inside the vacuum bed and could feel the cold of the lube and the warmth of her body mix and glide around me in a relaxing way. “Oh? Looks like my dolly finally woke up. Let’s get you out of your box.” I could hear her slightly muffled voice, followed by the opening of a zipper. The sheath of latex got slowly pulled away from my body, together with the tubes that were in my nose and mouth.
I sat up and like before, I still couldn’t straighten my feet, as they were somehow stuck pointing down. I had no way to convey my feelings, so I just looked at my feet, then at Ashley and waited for her to say anything. “Do you like them, dolly?” She asked, while massaging my ankles but I just tilted my head to the side. “When I came home that night, when you decided to dress yourself like a girl… I did notice that you took out my ballet boots but left them on the floor and wore some flats instead. You clearly had desire to wear the highest heels possible but you were too afraid to try. I… decided to help you find courage.” She bent one of my legs to the side, to show me the small scar on the back of my ankle. “To do that… I shortened the tendrils in your ankles a bit.” If I could still get pale, I would probably look like made of plaster… “It was not a hard procedure but it will help you a lot with practice, because now you need at least two-inch-high heels to walk… unless you can stand on just your tip toes.” I looked at my feet and tried to bend them back but there was the familiar pull and I was unable to bend them in the comfortable way.
My mouth was wide open in disbelief… or at least, as wide as the stuff injected in my face allowed me. My shoulders would drop… but they were dropped already. I looked at the similar scars on my wrists. I could still move them in all directions but they still felt kind of asleep. “You noticed already, hm? I did not spend a lot of time with the new you, Erica, but I could not help but notice how manly and awkward your moves were. When you want to be a girl, it is not enough to dress the part. I know, it would take a ton of practice to forget all the years of manly behaviours… so I helped you skip a bit of that process. You always had a bad posture, so I rearranged some things, to make you keep your shoulders down.” Right as she said that, I instinctively tried to lift my shoulders… but there was no pull and they stayed down. “I also reduced the amount of muscle in your wrists, to help you maintain a bit more ladylike movements.” As I slowly held up my arms, my wrists were half-limply bending down. I understood that she was insane a few days ago but now it was another level.
I grabbed my wrist and looked at Ashley, who just awkwardly smiled. “I know, I know… It did leave quite a few scars but they will not be a problem, I promise. That gooey thing that you are covered with is skin conditioner, it should help you heal and even make your skin soft like a cloud. You were marinating in it a whole night and I think we should keep doing it…” She massaged my arm. “I can already feel it working.”
Then, I reached for my neck, as I did feel some tingle there yesterday. I massaged the spot a bit and could tell that there was something hard under my skin. Ashley turned a bit red and timidly looked away. “Heh… well… Y-you did mention that you do not want the GPS and health tracker implanted…” Crap… “…but I already bought it months ago… and you were already unconscious… and I was already doing some invasive stuff… so… so… I kind of went with the flow.” It was probably the first time that she looked sorry for what she was doing. “B-but… but… now that you are a girl and even more fragile… and can not even call for help I thought that I really should really keep a better track of you, in case you get hurt or lost.” She did her best to explain and hugged me. “After all, we would not want to get cops involved in all this, they would not understand and try to separate us.” Ashley said with an actual worry, before turning a bit awkward again. “Though… I did report that you went missing… I know that you are not ‘missing’ and that they will search for you… but if they do not find you, they will eventually declare you dead. T-that way… no one will ever try to look for you or try to take you away ever again.” Ashley suddenly got excited and gave me a deep, long kiss that I could not resist physically… or psychically. “You will not have to be Eric any more. You will be free to stay as my beautiful dolly forever.” It was frightening but there was no option left for me.
She silently kept embracing me tightly for a few minutes but eventually calmed down and decided that we should get on with our day. Ashley gave me some heels that fit the now required minimum for me and helped me walk to the bathroom, to let me clean up from all the gooey skin conditioner, while she prepares some lunch.
Lunch… I realized that I actually haven’t eaten anything since our date. The last few days all my nutrition was through IV’s and mainly when I was unconscious. I did miss food a bit… but it was probably for the better, as she did do some work on my vocal cords, so it was good to leave the throat to heal up.
I shrugged if off and took a shower. Once I dried myself, I noticed that my hair was shorter and almost naturally shaped itself into a chin-long bob with bangs that perfectly lined with my eyebrows. I looked in the mirror, to check how it looked… and my face stayed completely still, despite my shock. My whole face was white like a mannequin’s. My lips were tattooed bright ping and shaped to be a bit more full, feminine and smiling. My eyebrows were actually gone, replaced with some thin lines painted in their place and my eyes were surrounded with black eyeliner and a bit of shadow, to make them stand out. I poured some water on my hands and tried to wash any of it off… but it all stayed perfectly in place.
A minute or two later, Ashley came back and helped me get into yet another pink, rubbery, short, frilly dress. She didn’t even ask if I liked it. I was just a dress-up doll. Holding my hand, she help me go down the stairs in my heels and helped me sit by the table.
She brought us two plates with some food. It was just a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and some peas but it smelled amazing and was certainly better than just vitamin water or whatever they put in the IV’s. I grabbed the chicken leg and with a bit of struggle lifted it up to my mouth… but I was unable to open my lips wide enough to take an actual bite, so I just smeared a bit of sauce on my face. Ashley just chuckled. “That is not how ladies eat, Erica.” She handed me a tissue. “I gave you knife and fork for a reason, dear.” After wiping my hand and lips I took her suggestion and ate with utensils. Still, I had to cut the food into awkwardly small pieces that would fit in my mouth but bit by bit I was able to finish the meal before it got cold.
Ashley then had to go to work. Before she left, she forced me into another diaper, as she was still certain that I can’t hold it for long enough to get to the bathroom. I even tried to write down, what happened, to explain her… but my fingers were too weak to hold a pen properly. She gave me a kiss for goodbye, locked the door and… was gone, leaving me alone. This time, I didn’t even consider running. She could easily find me with the tracker. Even if I would manage to escape… then what? There was no way that anyone would be able to reverse all that she had done to me.
To pass the time alone, I tried to play some games but my fingers were too slow for the fast paced ones. I could still play turn-based stuff but eventually got bored and slowly shifted to watching TV and reading some book. It… wasn’t that bad. Normally, I would be stuck at work at this hour, arguing with some unsatisfied client or carrying around some heavy boxes in the storage room. Ashley basically forced me to laze around all day… I was still doing most things that I did in my free time but I had more of it. That was how my days looked for almost two weeks.
One evening, while I was sitting on the couch, watching TV and Ashley was making us dinner, someone knocked on our front door. She carefully opened, to greet two police officers, who came with a visitation to check on her well-being and search the house for anything unusual. They immediately noticed that there were two plates ready on the dinner table. “Oh, we are sorry to interrupt. Are you having guests, ma’am?” One of the officers asked her.
“N-no… not really…” She answered with her voice shaking. “It’s just… I still make food for two, hoping that Eric will decide to come back one day.”
The officers looked at each-other, while doing their best to hold back tears. They were probably used to that… but it was impossible to have no emotions. “We are really sorry to inform… but there still is no news about him. We asked all friends and family, even checked the places he used to visit, but there is no trace. If we don’t find anything within a day, we will be forced to drop the search. We are sorry. Would you mind, if we look around? Maybe he left something that you didn’t see as a clue, ma’am…” Ashley just gave him a silent nod and walked away into the corner. I was a bit amazed at how good she was at pretending that I wasn’t right there.
The police very quickly took note, of the life-sized doll sitting on the couch, me. They were here… my chance for rescue. My face was frozen, my voice silenced and my body weakened… but I could still blink and move a bit… but did I want to? After all those things that Ashley had done to me… I actually became helpless without her. If the police officers would even notice me blink… they will investigate and eventually find out about everything that had happened. Ashley would spend the rest of her life in prison… and I would spend the rest of my life alone. I needed her. If I just waited patiently, ‘Eric’ would soon be reported dead, but me, Erica, would be able to stay with my owner safe forever, while doing nothing all day.
I did my best to stay still, hold my breath and keep looking in one direction… but the officers were inspecting me for quite long. “This doll is creepy. It’s almost as if she’s looking at me.” One of the man murmured and got a nod from his partner.
They slowly reached out to me and I was certain that everything was going to be over… but Ashley called out in the last second. “It… it used to be Eric’s sex doll. I... I was always too busy with work to satisfy him, so he got himself one. It wasn’t really cheating… so I allowed it…” The officers stopped and backed away with disgust. “Yeah… That concludes the search. Have a nice day, ma’am.” They took one more glance around but quickly left.
A few days later, Ashley showed me a newspaper and pointed at my name in the necrology section. I was officially gone. The next week, I finally saw her in a dress that wasn’t made of latex, as she was going to attend my funeral.
She waited a few months, before selling our house and buying an old, tiny estate in the countryside. It took a bit of time to renovate but eventually I became just a doll, living in a doll-house, who dressed up however her owner wished, while always being silent and seemingly happy. Actually… not only seemingly, as I eventually accepted it and came to like it. I had no responsibilities or expectations, because I didn’t exist. I had nothing to desire, because I had almost everything I wanted… except for sex… but because of the injections it was no longer possible… at least not in the normal way… as Ashley one day introduced me to strap-ons. Still, I was happy, because I had someone, who cared and was always taking care of me.
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(Epilogue)
Click, squeak, click, squeak… The unusual sounds were turning the heads of all people, who gathered under the rooftop of a small local store, to cover themselves from the wind and the heavy rain of autumn that struck out of nowhere.
In the distance, they could clearly see the source of the sound, as a tall figure dressed in pink slowly and carefully walked the old, gray pavement in their direction. The clicking of her impossibly tall heels were audibly echoing despite the rain, while accompanied by the squeaks of the tight rubber.
The pale-white make-up on the woman’s face stayed pristine despite the water, while her short, brown hair was protected by a tiny cape. Her long, shiny, pink, frilly dress had puffy sleeves and a wide skirt that almost reached the ground. Despite its flashiness, it was somehow quite elegant and old-fashioned.
Once she got closer, her pink, unmoving smile got clearly visible and she limply lifted her arm to give people an awkward, silent wave to greet them. Because of her heels, she was standing on the tips of her toes, towering a bit over everyone.
Most people would scream, run and hide from the creature that might as well play the main role in a horror movie… and a few years ago that would sometimes happen… but now she was commonly known as harmless and nice.
“Ah! Good morning, miss dolly! I see you don’t care about the weather, as usual?” One of the people gathered under the roof greeted her. The living doll covered her mouth, closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, to show a bit of embarrassment in a cute way. To be fair… she was also caught in the rain… she just couldn’t walk quickly at all.
People made a bit of space for her and with just a few shakes, she managed to get her rubbery dress mostly dry. “I guess those clothes can sometimes be practical...” One of the women commented.
The doll just gave her a satisfied nod and entered the small store, to buy fresh groceries. Her owner was constantly busy with her work, so the doll always tried to help around as much as she could.
The End
