Factory Tour - Sex Doll TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Unaware, Balloon TF, 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. Some of the other things you can find there are NSFW captions without the censor and giveaways for commissions!'Factory Tour - Sex Doll TF(Commission cap for TheToo)Last Part:The invitation to a tour of her…
(Commission cap for TheToo) Last Part: The invitation to a tour of her husband's workplace had been sitting on the refrigerator for weeks. Matilda traced her finger over the glossy company logo, her purple hair falling across her face as she contemplated whether to attend. "You sure you want to come?" Maurice asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror. "The annual 'Family Day' can be a bit... unconventional." Matilda snorted. "Honey, you've been a production manager at a sex toy factory for twelve years. I think I can handle seeing where our mortgage payments come from." The industrial complex looked surprisingly ordinary from outside just another manufacturing facility on the outskirts of town. Inside the lobby, however, left no doubt about what they produced. Display cases showcased their bestselling products, anatomically correct in excruciating detail. "Matilda! You finally came!" Veronica, another manager's wife, embraced her warmly. "Maurice talks about you constantly." "All good things, I hope," Matilda laughed, accepting a mimosa from a passing server. The morning proceeded with surprising normality. They had a brunch and speeches. Matilda found herself relaxing as she chatted with the other spouses, many returning for their second or third tour. "First time?" asked a tall brunette named Cassandra, sidling up with a knowing smile. "The tour's actually fascinating. Last year, they demonstrated the new vibrating models on volunteers." "Volunteers?" Matilda choked on her drink. "Just for external application," Cassandra winked. "Though my husband got a nice employee discount afterward." The factory tour began in the design department, where artists sculpted prototypes and engineers tested durability. Matilda's embarrassment faded as scientific curiosity took over. "Can we get this one?" she whispered to Maurice, pointing at a particularly impressive vibrator display. His face reddened as he nodded quickly. As they moved deeper into the production area, the temperature rose noticeably. Massive machines hummed and whirred, shaping silicone and latex into recognizable forms. The air felt thick with chemical smells of plasticizers, rubber compounds and lubricants. "Maurice," Matilda murmured, gripping his arm. "I'm feeling strange." Her skin tingled uncomfortably, molecular structure responding to the factory air. The heat made her increasingly unstable, a common reaction for Squishies. "Need to sit down," she mumbled, stumbling toward a catwalk bench. "Take your time, honey. I need to make a speech there and will be right back," Maurice squeezed her shoulder before continuing with the group. The heat intensified. Matilda's vision blurred as she slumped against the railing. Her fingers gripped metal, but they felt increasingly soft, like melting wax. "No, not here," she whispered, watching purple-tinted sweat bead on her forearms. Consciousness faded. When awareness returned, Matilda felt herself suspended in warm liquid. Her body had completely destabilized, floating as an amorphous purple blob in what appeared to be a processing vat of skin-colored polymer. "Unnnngh!" Her attempt to scream created only bubbles in the viscous solution. Panic surged as she felt herself being pulled toward a suction tube. SLURRRP Her substance stretched thin as industrial pumps drew her into the processing system. Machinery designed to create flexible, durable playthings didn't recognize her as anything but raw material. 'Help!' Her consciousness screamed silently as her essence spread into a thin purple sheet, rolling between heated presses that flattened her completely. **WHIRRRR** CHUNK CHUNK CHUNK Industrial cutters sliced her sheet form into precise patterns limbs, torso, facial features. Each cut sent strange sensations through her dispersed awareness. Not pain exactly, but intense pressure followed by tingling release. 'Ohhhhhh...' Her consciousness moaned as mechanical arms folded and sealed edges with bursts of superheated air. One segment became her hair's blonde purple strands. Another formed artificial genitalia, molded with disturbing precision. When that component rejoined her main form, Matilda experienced a bizarre sensation through an artificial orifice that somehow integrated with her consciousness. Hissing machines assembled her new body, section by section. Painting stations coated her with flesh-toned pigments that couldn't quite hide her natural purple hue. Assembly robots inserted hollow channels for inflation. When the final heat-sealing process was completed, Matilda lay on the conveyor a deflated doll with subtly purple-tinted skin, distinctive purple hair instead of blonde, and eyes that shifted from the programmed blue to their natural purple, which her body did in seconds after coming out of the machine. An air hose descended, filling her new form with pressurized air. Her consciousness expanded with the inflation, spreading through artificial limbs and features. She tried desperately to move but fo
