Rented Doll - 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!Rented Doll - Sex Doll TFMina rolled the empty cardboard box across her apartment floor, checking its dimensions on…
Mina rolled the empty cardboard box across her apartment floor, checking its dimensions one final time. Perfect. Her heart raced as she reviewed her plan 1. Transform into a sex doll 2. Ship herself to the factory 3. Get rented by some random guy. And at last, of course, enjoy two weeks as nothing but a fuck toy, then return home when the transformation wears off. Her day job as an accountant paid the bills, but her secret obsession consumed her thoughts. She'd tried everything from dildos, onaholes, even partial transformations, but becoming a full sex doll topped her fantasies. "Just imagine," she whispered, fingertips tracing the barcode she'd printed. "No responsibilities. No decisions. Just existing to be used." The clock read 2:55 AM. The transformation lotion sat on her coffee table, its cheap plastic bottle making her wince. She'd wanted the premium formula, but this month's budget forced compromises. "Should still work," Mina muttered, unscrewing the cap. The clear gel smelled faintly of chemicals. "Just might be a lower-quality doll." She worked methodically, shipping label attached to the box, bedding arranged inside for comfort during transit, and pickup scheduled for 3:30 AM. Everything perfect. Standing naked in her living room, Mina shivered with anticipation. She squeezed a generous portion of the cool gel onto her palm and began slathering it across her skin. The lotion absorbed instantly, leaving a slick sheen that caught the dim light. "Fuck, that's cold," she gasped, working it into her breasts, between her thighs, across her back. The sensation started almost immediately, a tingle spreading outward from her core. Something wasn't right. The cheap formula worked faster than expected. A little too fast! "Shit, I have to hurry," Mina panted, stumbling toward the door. She needed to place the box outside, hide her spare key, then get inside before the transformation completed. Her skin tightened, the surface hardening into something shiny and synthetic. Her muscles weakened with each step. By the time she reached the box, her fingers had stiffened into curved, doll-like appendages. "Unnnngh!" She moaned as internal organs liquefied, replaced by hollow chambers. Her pussy tingled intensely as the sensitive flesh transformed into a simple penetrable opening. The pleasure was overwhelming. Mina collapsed into the box, her increasingly rigid body folding awkwardly inside. Her face froze into an expression of surprise, lips forming a perfect O-shape. The cheap formula hadn't just accelerated the process, it had changed her appearance completely. Her natural ginger hair hardened into a bright orange rubber ponytail. Her skin developed a plastic sheen rather than the silicone finish she'd expected. The soft squeak of rubber echoed as she tried to move her increasingly inanimate limbs. With the last of her mobility, she reached for the box flaps, struggling to pull them closed. The adhesive tape wasn't sticking properly. She couldn't generate enough force to seal it completely. "Mmmmph!" Her vocal cords solidified mid-sound, leaving only the faintest rubber squeak. Mina's consciousness remained intact as her body completed its transformation. She found the valve hidden beneath her right arm and managed to twist it open, her body deflating with a long HISSSSS. She became a flattened rubber shell in the box, conserving space but not fully secured. Time blurred in her new form. Consciousness flickered between awareness and a pleasant emptiness. The courier arrived, professional and efficient. He scanned the package, lifted it, and carried it to his van, tripping her without care into the trunk. Hours or days passed, she couldn't tell. Temperature changes, vibrations from vehicles, muffled conversations of warehouse workers. Mina's mind drifted in a dreamy haze, occasionally sparked to awareness by movement or sound. Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and an instant, light flooded her awareness as someone peeled back the box flaps. "Package is open," a male voice said. "I have to check the contents and if there is any damage." Panic flooded Mina's doll-consciousness. No one was supposed to inspect her until delivery! Rough hands lifted her flattened form from the box. A factory worker stared down at her, confusion evident in his furrowed brow. "What the hell?" he muttered. "This doesn't match any of our production models." He connected an air pump to her valve, and Mina felt herself expanding, her rubber form filling out as air rushed in. The sensation was incredible, as pressure built inside her, stretching her synthetic skin taut. The worker turned her over, examining every inch of her rubber body. His fingers probed her openings, tested her flexibility, scrutinized her paintwork. "Orange hair? Green eyes? This isn't our BB2025-v5 model. These markings don't match any of our product lines." He checked the shipping information, brows furrowing deeper. "Scheduled for rental then return to a
