Short Story - Be My Sex Doll (Patreon)

A man with many anxieties has trouble being intimate with his girlfriend. But there's a spell that could help if she was willing...

“Rachel, we need to talk.”

“What is it, Tom?”

“I know you have been very patient with my mysophobia and hygrophobia.”

“Well, of course, I am.”

“And my slight haphephobia.”

“That too. I appreciate the effort it takes you to be even remotely intimate with me.”

“We managed to kiss last Thursday,” he said defensively. “But I'm sure you probably need more.”

“Well, sure, I would like more but I won't ask you to do more than you can handle.”

“I have... I have a way we could do more but first I wanted to be sure.”

“Sure of what?”

“Sure of how I felt about you.”

“And how do you feel?”

“I love you, Rachel.”

Her eyes lit up, “I love you, too, Tom.”

He could see her body tense up as if she had been about to hug him. He opened his arms and pulled her close to him. She looked away, knowing his face was probably a stony grimace. She broke the hug before he would be forced to break it.

“So what is this thing we could do? Some kind of therapy treatment you haven't told me about.”

“Kind of. I've been to therapists, to psychiatrists, an acupuncturist, and many more. One of them, well, you might find it crazy. One of them was a wizard.”

“A wizard.”

“Don't laugh. He taught me a spell that could help us.”

“O-kay. What does the spell do?”

“You know those life-like, life-size dolls some people use for... solo intercourse?”

“Inflatable sex dolls?”

“No, the ones with realistic features and, um, anatomy.”

“Expensive sex dolls.”

“Right. Well, you see, I know a spell where I would turn, um, you into one such doll. As a doll, there would be no, um, bodily, ya know, fluids and the feel of the silicon skin would not be the same as touching a warm, living body.”

“So what you are trying to say is you want to turn me into a sex doll.”

“Basically, yes. And then after I was, I was finished. I would clean you up and then turn you back to, um, normal.”

She sat pensive for a moment.

“Never mind,” he said. “It was stupid to bring it up. Why would you want to be a s--?”

“Let's do it.”

“What?”

“Let's do it. I'm game. Anything that would get you and me together can't be a bad idea. You can change me back afterward, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Have you used this spell before?”

“Um, yes, several times.”

“On whom?”

“Previous, um, girlfriends.”

“Why didn't you suggest this sooner? We're living together and have been seeing one another for nearly a year.”

“Well, the other women, some of them hated not being able to move and immediately afterwards they broke up with me. So I... as I said, I had to be sure.”

“But some of them liked it.”

“One of them.”

“Okay, so what do we do?”

“I need to get a few things. But I can walk you through what you have to do. It's rather simple, your part. You have to sit still on the floor and recite a short mantra. Around you will be four lit candles that I will prepare ahead of time. Once you are saying the mantra, I will join you with the actual incantation. As we repeat the words you'll feel yourself become stiff until you can't speak the words any more. After that you'll become a silicone doll. Then I'll blow out the candles and, um...”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes, that. Although I'll probably wash you first because, you know, mysophobia.”

“Understandable,” she said. “Will I be naked during this?”

“That would save, um, time, I guess. Make it easier to wash you, too. I'll also wash you afterward.”

“So we could do this right now?”

“I, I suppose. Let me go get some candles.”

“How long will it take?”

“Twenty to thirty minutes the first time. Maybe spread a towel on the rug there.”

“A towel?”

“You don't want to just sit on the floor, do you?”

“No, of course not.”

He retrieved candles from the kitchen as she disrobed and sat down on a beach towel set in a corner of the bedroom.

He walked into the room speaking strange words over the candles. “Sit down so you don't have to maneuver around the candles. Get comfortable so sitting cross-legged or with your knees up, whichever you prefer.”

After she sat, he then set the candles down on the towel at the four major compass points. “Now repeat after me.” He spoke eleven syllables that she repeated. He corrected her pronunciation, rhythm, pitch, and volume several times. After a few minutes he said, “That's good. Keep repeating it exactly like that.” After she cycled through the words a few more times, he spoke different words that were obviously part of the same arcane language. The two chants together sounded like an otherworldly melody.

She felt very relaxed as she continued to chant the mantra. It was very calming, almost hypnotic. After about ten minutes the mantra seemed to be a part of her. It took little effort to repeat. She could barely hear Tom repeating his spell. She was not sure when it happened but she noticed her voice getting quieter. She tried to move her arm and it did not respond. She felt part of her mind panic at this but the mantra continued unabated, pushing the fear reaction down.

The room was silent. Tom had stopped his incantation after the first five minutes. There was no sound coming from Rachel any longer. Her face was frozen in a neutral expression. Her body was not moving, her chest did not rise and fall, her eyes did not blink. She was a doll.

Tom touched her face and felt the familiar silicone texture of a doll. He blew out the candles. Then he picked her up and took her into the bathroom. He washed her skin with her normal bath soap.

Rachel did not know what she expected to happen but as he washed her doll skin she felt unbelievable pleasure. The pleasure was even more intense as he toweled her dry.

He carried her to the bed. He laid a towel beneath her and then disrobed. His hands played across her still body. Again, Rachel was overwhelmed by the pleasure of his touch. She would have wept with joy if she could. He fingered the hole at her crotch and her senses failed her. She could neither see nor hear as she registered the pleasure of his touch. As her senses started to return they were blanked again by him entering her. For the first time she was penetrated by him. It was unlike any previous time she had had sex. The pleasure was beyond the normal human scale. He started up pump in and out of her. Her body flailed with the ardor of his love-making. Like a broken doll, she rattled and bounced under him. Then he came. She lost track of time as her doll body magnified the already off the scale pleasure she was feeling in time with his pleasure. When awareness returned to her she was still a doll, alone on the bed.

He returned to the room after a time and used his doll again, this time in her rear hole. She was face down on the bed and he rammed his member into her with a gusto she never knew him to possess. Again her arms flailed about uncontrolled as he thrust into her. She had never had sex this way before and she doubted it would feel this good if she were not a doll. But she never wanted this to end.

But end it did. And then he pushed himself into her mouth and he slammed her face into his crotch repeatedly. Over and over she watched his lower abdomen recede and then slam into her face. She could not blink. And she did not care because her doll body made her mouth feel exactly the same as her other two orifices. A doll does not care which hole is used by its owner. They all feel the same to it.

Tom immediately after he was done left the bed to wash himself off. He returned shortly and took the doll into the bathroom where he washed it again. This time he also washed and conditioned its hair. He carried the doll back to the bed, laying it on the comforter. He gathered the half a dozen towels that were in the room and took them to the washing machine down the hall.

She was not sure how long he was gone when he rejoined her in the bed. To her amazement he turned her ontoher side and spooned up against her. He fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her.

She eventually fell asleep, too. Morning light reflected off her face. She was alone in the bed. He had turned her onto her back for some reason. She also thought she could feel a pair of panties on her. She did not know when he had put them on her.

He sat next to her on the bed and tapped her forehead a few time. “Rachel, I hope you are awake. We need to restore you now.”

He stood up and said, “Okay, I'm going to speak the reversal incantation. As I do I need you to be thinking the reversal mantra. It is the same as the other mantra but the first and last words are swapped. Repeat after me.” He spoke the new mantra a few times. She thought the mantra along with him and noticed that she slipped into the mantra as easily as she had the night before. “Okay, keep doing that and I'll speak the reversal incantation now.” His words wove between the unheard words she was thinking and after a few moments her lips quivered and then moved silently in the rhythm of the mantra. Finally the words could be heard from her mouth intricately intertwined with his incantation. She still could not move or stop speaking the mantra until his incantation changed and spoke one final syllable.

Her body coiled like a spring and a moan issued from her mouth unlike any she had made before. Her body vibrated as a full body orgasm wracked her flesh. The scent of her sex reached her nose. When she could move, she sat up and said, “I should go clean up.”

“I can deal with it.”

“No, I'll be right back,” she said as she rushed to the bathroom. She felt the panties but they were dry on the outside. He had put a liner in them before putting them on her. She dried herself off and changed her panties. She also grabbed a bra before leaving the room.

He was dressed. “Do you want me to let you get dressed?”

“You don't want to know if I enjoyed that?”

“I heard the orgasm this morning. I know you enjoyed it.” He smirked.

“You don't know the half of it.”

“No, I don't directly, but I've heard it's... intense.”

“Yes, that's one inadequate word for what just happened.”

“Good.”

“One question.”

“What?”

“When can we do that again?”