Draft Dodger Caught - Sex Doll TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Balloon TF, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Doll TF, Inflation, Objectification, Rubber, Latex TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Draft Dodger Caught - Sex Doll TFTwo damn weeks. Sage had been a legal adult for exactly two weeks, and in that tim…
Two damn weeks. Sage had been a legal adult for exactly two weeks, and in that time, his entire life had fallen apart. The new conscription law was passed forty-eight hours before his eighteenth birthday. Two years of mandatory military service for all citizens of age. No exceptions or deferrals. And Sage would be among the first wave of fresh meat shipped off to basic training. He stood in the recruitment center now, staring at the forms in front of him with growing desperation. He had tried everything. Faking a limp. Pretending to be deaf in one ear. Claiming severe anxiety, which was not even a lie at this point. The officers did not care. They had quotas to fill and his name was on their list. 'I can't do this. I can't hold a gun. There has to be another way!' And there was. A crazy, stupid, insanely risky way. Three days later, Sage stood in his bedroom with his best friend Marcus watching from the doorway. A cardboard shipping box sat open on the floor, already packed with padding and a handwritten note explaining everything. The note was addressed to his aunt in Sweden, where he held dual citizenship. If he could just get there, he would be safe. The vial in his hand was warm from his grip. The liquid inside was pale pink and slightly iridescent, swirling like oil on water. He had paid nearly everything he had for this black market transformation agent. Military-grade scanners would not detect him. Dogs would not smell him. He would be invisible because he would not be human anymore. "You sure about this dude?" Marcus asked, arms crossed. "No..." Sage's hand trembled. "But I'm doing it anyway!" He uncorked the vial and drank. The liquid tasted like nothing. Like drinking air. But as it slid down his throat, his mouth went completely dry. His tongue felt thick and strange against the roof of his mouth. Then his stomach spasmed. "Ohhhhh fuck..." Sage doubled over, clutching his belly. It felt like the worst food poisoning of his life, his guts twisting and churning and rearranging themselves inside him. He could actually feel his organs shifting, shrinking, dissolving into something else entirely. 'What's happening to me, oh god!' And then the pain stopped. Just like that. He straightened up and looked down at himself. His stomach was round. Not fat, but inflated, like someone had stuck a bicycle pump in his navel and given it a few squeezes. The skin stretched taut and shiny, reflecting the overhead light in a way flesh should not reflect. "Dude," Marcus breathed. "Your skin..." Sage held up his hand. The surface was smooth and plasticky, all the fine lines and pores of his palm replaced with seamless silicone. He pressed his thumb against his wrist, where his pulse should be, but there was nothing. No heartbeat or blood flow. Just hollow emptiness. 'I'm not alive anymore. I'm a thing...' His eyes caught his reflection in the bedroom mirror and he stumbled backward. His face was still his face, but wrong. Cartoonish almost. His eyes were too big and too shiny, like painted glass balls. His hair was growing, blonde strands extending past his ears, past his shoulders, taking on a synthetic glossy quality like the hair on a cheap doll. He tried to walk toward the mirror, but his movement felt floaty. Like his body had no weight. Like he was a balloon tethered to the floor by invisible strings. Then he felt his cock twitch. "Oh no no no..." He looked down to see his dick hardening, but not normal hard. Shiny hard. Smooth and plastic and perfect, standing erect like a dildo glued to his groin and it was shrinking. "Nnnnnngh!" The moan came out involuntary as his shaft retracted inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and loss tangled together so tightly he could not separate them. He grabbed for himself with both hands, but his fingers were already fusing, the joints locking up, his hands becoming useless hand shapes of inflated vinyl. "Holy shit," Marcus laughed nervously. "Dude, your dick is..." 'Shrinking! My dick is shrinking and I can't stop it! Did he give me the wrong potion!' Sage rubbed his plastic hands against his disappearing manhood, trying desperately to feel something before it was gone. Three inches left, then two and one. After a few second only a tiny nub barely poking out from his smooth crotch. "Ahhhhhhhh!" He threw his head back as the last of his cock retreated inside him, leaving behind a seam was a slit that had not been there before. 'No no no that's a... I have a...' His new pussy throbbed with unfamiliar want as two mounds began swelling on his chest. He watched in the mirror as breasts inflated like party balloons, growing rounder and perkier with each passing second. His nipples puffed up and stiffened, turning the same shiny pink as the rest of his plastic skin. His mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out. Or rather, something was wrong with his mouth. His lips were locking into a permanent o-shape, stretching into a perfect ring designed for one specific p
