Plastic Prison - Commission (Tg/Object (Patreon)

You were lucky enough to be born into a family that knew about the existence of magic and regularly practiced it, however, you were unlucky enough to be born male and therefore did not inherit the ability, much unlike your sister. So when she started her witch training, you were more annoyed and a bit jealous but you had something else to focus on, your figurine collection.

The display case lined your western wall, holding hundreds of little plastic models ranging from Gundams to lewd girls, the latter growing in size as you opened the box lying on your desk. Inside, enshrouded in bubble wrap, was a plastic replica of Azusa. Her orange-hued hair complimented her fair skin which was clad in a candy-striped bikini. Her large breasts almost rivaled the beach ball under her arm. She set you back a bit but as you lifted her from her container, you knew it was well worth it.

You kept admiring her as the Latin chanting in your sister's room started to increase in volume. You tried to block it out but couldn't as the walls of the house seemed to carry the noise. Indistinguishable words spat from her mouth, piercing your brain as a headache quickly consumed your mind. You placed Azusa on your desk and turned to go for the door when the chant came to a crescendo, causing you to suddenly black out.

Slowly you regained consciousness and your eyesight returned albeit blurry for a bit. Once it finally focused, you realized you were still in your room except on the other side, by your desk. You noticed the noise or rather lack of it as you couldn't hear your sister speaking in tongues anymore. What did make a noise was the floor, just out of your peripheral vision, it was groaning, and judging by the pitch, it was masculine.

You went to stand up to see who was in your room when none of your limbs responded to your brain signals. You tried again and found everything, including your eyes and mouth to be completely still. This was freak-out worthy so once you began to panic, you tried deep breaths but you felt no air enter your nose and inflate your lungs. You strained your vision to collect your surroundings and could just barely make out your elbow held above your head, it looked strange, almost as if it was shiny. Directing your sight to the side opposite of your elbow, you recognized a large, striped sphere. A final change of your eyesight startled you as they turned downwards. You saw a pair of generous breasts, clad in a swimsuit top. You had become the very toy you were just appraising.

You knew magic would bring nothing but trouble ever since your mother started to teach your sister. So far you've been affected only once or twice but it was more than enough to know the power she held. There was little you could do, however, seeing as you were but a synthetic woman. She'd figure out what went down eventually so you just had to sit there until she or your mother noticed your absence, or that was your plan until the origin of the groaning stood up, revealing your body moving on its own.

This was a new one to you which was rather concerning. The man in your body examined his body, grasping in the air as if trying to regain circulation in his hands. He took a step and nearly collapsed onto your bed before seeming to get the hang of it. He paced around the room for a minute before noticing you. You were helpless as he walked over and grabbed you, lifting your light body. "Is that what I looked like?" He whispered aloud. This caught you off guard, what did he mean by that? That's when it clicked that you weren't just turned into your figurine, you swapped minds with it.

You lay sideways in his palm as he turned you, examining your ass and chest. "What's this?" he said inquisitively as he felt inside his pants. He pulled out the cock you saw many times on yourself. He was hard just from mere observation of your form. He figured out what to do rather quickly as he began to stroke it, causing it to stiffen more. Your horror was redirected when a thumb began to caress your breast. You could feel it as if it was real and the sensation was astounding. You were immediately aroused as his meaty finger continued to rub you until it swapped to your flat crotch. You wanted to scream in pleasure as your body burned with desire until he put you back on your desk.

He kept jerking himself until he started to convulse. He intentionally redirected his penis as he blew a massive load out of it. You watched as a cum cascade shot onto you, coating your head. Slowly, his seed began to drip down your body until it was in your open mouth, filling it with the salty flavor. The viscous fluid continued to flow, squeezing between your breasts and dribbling down your thickened thighs. You felt absolutely disgusting, standing there covered in semen. Your doppelganger collapsed onto your bed and quickly fell asleep after experiencing his first-ever orgasm, leaving his seed to harden on your body.

It felt like hours until he awoke and remembered you. He picked you up and walked into your bathroom, running the faucet as he washed you off. It took a bit of scrubbing, much of which involved your tender areas to be rubbed until all of the cum was removed from your body. He dried you before returning to your room, setting you back on your desk, and began to talk to you directly. "I've been alive for only a few hours but I already don't want to go back," he told you causing you to get a bit concerned, "I hope you don't mind, but to be frank, I don't care." He said with a smirk.

You were spooked by the malice of the figurine-turned-human but that faded when your sister entered. "What's going on bro?" She asked as she stood by the door. "Help! That's not me!" You shouted, trying your best to send some kind of signal to her. "What the heck?" She said as she walked over, picking you up and examining you with her delicate fingers. "Yes! Help! You swapped my mind with my new figurine!" You kept screaming. "There's like, a lot of magic coming from this toy of yours," she said as she turned to the imposter. "Uh... it's probably the way it's made," he said nervously, palms rubbing his knees.

"Weird, but Mom just taught me a new incantation to dispel magic! Want to see?" She asked him giddily. The corner of his mouth rose and he gave her the go-ahead. "NO! WAIT!" You tried to cry but she was already focusing on her ritual. She said a few words in Latin before symbolically swiping her hand down, severing the magic from within you. You felt something inside change prior to her putting you back on the desk. "All done!" She stated, proud of her work, and then skipped out of the room.

The man stood back up and grabbed you, chuckling. "Guess that is settled," he said and undid his pants. You were surprisingly calm with your fate, more annoyed than anything with how everything turned out, but watching him pull out his dick again sent shivers of disgust through you. He was hard in seconds and started kneading your rigid assets. At least you could derive some joy from your situation but that was quickly squashed as you felt the familiar burst of cum splatter on you.

Since it was only hours since his last session, his semen was significantly more runny so it managed to flow over you more. It managed to wedge itself deeper into your nook and crannies and you could just tell how hard it would be to clean. A few more bursts of cum hit your face as he made sure to get it into your mouth in a show of bragging. Not even the beach ball attached to your arm was safe from his ropes as he continued to ejaculate on you.

This quickly became a routine after your body thief convinced your family that his memory was a bit foggy due to a recent sickness, having them fill in the details. He kept up the facade by day but by night, he returned to what used to be your room and tormented you with words and loads. Life wasn't so bad as a figurine, you didn't have to worry about deadlines or relationships and you were permanently pretty which you only saw as an upside, but when he undid his belt, you knew that your fun was going to be on hold until he cleaned you off, hours after glazing you.

Finally, a change in procedure brought you out of your thoughts when he made sure to clean you extra well after his latest session. He seemed to take more care than you thought he could manage until he put you back into the box you originally came in. With one final grin, he closed the flaps and sealed the box before everything went black.

Time was hard to tell when you couldn't even sleep so it felt like an eternity until you saw light again. The light however was blocked by the face of some guy who quickly removed you from the packaging. A change in scenery was welcome after months in the same room and seeing another fellow collector was exciting. You were also genuinely happy to escape the hell your captor had forced upon you ever since he stole your body. This train of thought was cut short as you heard the zipper of your new owner.

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