Stagnant Relationship - Sex Doll TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Unaware, Balloon TF, Object TF, Caption, Doll TF, Inflation, Objectification, Rubber, Latex TF
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Matilda wiped dust off the old cardboard box, sneezing as the years of storage smell hit her nose. The kids were at school, Maurice was at work and she'd finally gotten around to cleaning out the attic. Her purple fingers pulled out stacks of old photos, report cards from college, and then... her breath caught. The photo showed a young woman with short choppy purple hair, heavy eyeliner, and a leather jacket covered in safety pins. She stood next to a tall man with a shaved head and too many piercings, his arm wrapped around her waist as he owned her. It was Roy. "Goddamit," Matilda muttered, staring at her twenty-one-year-old self. "What was I thinking?" The memories came flooding back, unwanted but unstoppable... Twenty-two years ago. Matilda walked across the campus quad, her combat boots leaving heavy prints in the grass. She was failing psychology, barely attending classes and didn't give a single shit. What mattered was status. What mattered was being the baddest squishy bitch anyone had ever seen and dating Roy helped with that, but recently their relationship was getting stale and she had just the thing to spice it up. He was leaning against the fountain when she found him, cigarette hanging from his lips, muscles bulging under his torn tank top. Every girl on campus wanted him. Every guy wanted to be him and Matilda had him wrapped around her finger or so she thought. "Got something for you," she said, pulling a small vial from her jacket pocket. The liquid inside shimmered purple, matching her skin. Roy barely glanced at it. "What's that?" "From the Squishy Club. Underground thing." She lowered her voice, excitement making her bounce on her heels. "It hardens a squishy's body into rubber. Like, blow-up doll rubber. There's a solution that turns you back after." 'This'll impress him,' she thought. 'This'll show him how cool I am!' Roy took the vial, turning it in his fingers. A slow grin spread across his face. "Cool." Just one word. Like it didn't matter. Like she didn't matter. 'Whatever, she thought, pushing down the sting. He'll care when he sees how hot this is.' They went back to his dorm room. Matilda stripped naked, her purple body glowing in the afternoon light coming through his dirty window. Roy uncorked the vial and poured it over her head. The change started right away. "Ohhhhh~" Matilda moaned as warmth spread across her scalp, down her neck, over her shoulders. Her skin was tightening, smoothing, becoming shiny and stiff. Her fingers locked in place, hands curling into useless little fists. Her toes pointed, legs sealing together. SQUEEEAK The sound of her transforming body made Roy laugh. His eyes traveled over her changing form with hungry interest. Her breasts firmed up, becoming perfectly round rubber mounds with painted-on nipples. Her face simplified, features turning into a pretty doll expression with an o-shaped mouth that couldn't close. Her pussy became a molded rubber hole, perfectly shaped for one purpose. "Fuck yeah," Roy muttered, already unzipping his pants. The first time he used her was amazing. Matilda floated on waves of rubber pleasure, every thrust sending shockwaves through her hollow body. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only feel. Being helpless was exciting. Being wanted was thrilling. 'This was such a good idea,' she thought as Roy finished inside her rubber pussy. 'He's so into me now.' Then he pulled out, wiped himself on her stomach and shoved her under the bed. "Roy?" Her voice came out as a thin squeak. "The solution? To change me back?" "Later," he said, already putting his pants back on. "Got plans." He left then hours Hours passed. Matilda lay under the bed, staring at dust bunnies and dirty socks. Her rubber body couldn't move on its own. She could only wait. When Roy finally came back, it was late. He pulled her out, used her again, then shoved her back under without a word. Days turned into weeks. Each morning, he'd deflate her with the same hissing sound, fold her up, and throw her under the bed. Each night, he'd pump her back up, fuck her, and toss her aside again. He never washed her. Cum dried on her rubber surface in crusty layers. Dust stuck to her hollow form. She started to smell. "Roy!" she squeaked one night, finally finding her voice again. "The fucking solution! Change me back!" 'This prissy bitch,' Roy thought, rolling his eyes. 'Can't even be a decent sex toy without complaining.' He grabbed the vial of solution from his desk... and dumped it in the trash can. "Oops," he said, not sorry at all. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Matilda screamed, her rubber form quivering with rage. "YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING ASSHOLE! I'LL KILL YOU WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS!" Roy sighed. He grabbed her by the head, squeezed her air valve open, and deflated her completely. Her body crumpled into a flat purple sheet, her angry words reduced to weak hissing. He folded her roughly, shoved her under the bed, and went to sleep. The pattern continued. Matilda would yell
