Accident - Sex Doll TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Accident, Balloon TF, Object TF, Caption, Doll TF, Inflation, Objectification, Rubber, Latex TF
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Personal Information Name: Liliana | Age: 23 | Gender: Female | TF-ID: TF-None Treatment Information Transformation: Inflatable Sex doll | Date: 07.05.2025 Doctor: Dr. Liliana Sides | TF Treatmemt: TF Injection Guardian’s Information Name: | Age: | Gender: Notes Oh, this is pure gold! Liliana accidentally got her finger on a syringe with a faulty batch of tf injections. Now Dr. Liliana Sides is stuck like this permanently! She will be sold on an auction soon. We in the tf clinic have standards, and this doll doesn't meet them! Duration: | Next Location: Auction Accident - Sex Doll TF My name was Liliana Sides. I used to be Dr. Liliana Sides, with a medical degree and everything. I ran the tf clinic with what people called an "iron fist." Truth is, I was just strict about protocols. Safety first when you're injecting people with transformation compounds. "Bitch thinks she's better than everyone," they'd whisper when I walked by. I never cared. Until that day I accidentally stung my finger on that faulty batch. The irony wasn't lost on me as I felt my skin hardening, smoothing out, my joints locking up. My mouth frozen in an 'O' shape as my insides hollowed out. I tried to scream, but only air escaped. At the intern auction, my colleagues stood around me."Twenty bucks for the ice queen?" the auctioneer joked. "Ten," someone called out. Laughter rippled through the crowd. "Sold for ten fucking dollars! What a bargain for this uptight bitch!" I recognized him a janitor I'd criticized last month for contaminating a lab space. He grabbed me roughly and stuffed me under his arm. Later at some filthy apartment, he tossed me on a stained mattress. "Let's see how high and mighty you are now," he growled, unzipping his pants. The sensation was...strange. I could feel everything every thrust, every grunt but distantly, like through thick rubber. My hollow insides compressed and expanded. My frozen face couldn't show the shock, the humiliation. "Damn, this feels fucking amazing," he panted. "Worth every penny of that ten bucks." The next day when his friend arrived to buy me, he yanked off my wig. "Too good for this cheap piece," he muttered, keeping selling it elsewhere. After he tired of me, I ended up in a sex club in the worst part of town. They kept me in a plastic container labeled "CHEAP DOLL - $5." Sometimes days would pass before the container opened. But when it did, rough hands would grab me, voices would laugh. "This the cheap one? Fuck it, I'm broke anyway." Sometimes I wonder if they knew the batch was faulty before I stung my finger. But this wasn't reality. I was a doll. Forever.
